Translator: MarcTempest
Editor: Rxel
Chapter 274
There was a rope in front of him.
It was as thick as Woojoo’s arm, the kind that would be used to anchor a ship at the harbor.
Whoosh-
The warm summer wind blew the sand on the playground.
Was his eye moist because of the sand? Or because of the rope in front of him?
“How do you feel, trainee?”
“...”
“Doesn’t it look fun? It’s a privilege only for excellent trainees like number eight.”
“Th-thank you.”
The Special Forces members looked proud.
“Trainees, aren’t you jealous?”
“Very jealous!”
The cast members answered loudly.
They looked happy that it wasn’t their turn.
The cameramen filmed Woojoo as he measured the height.
It must be about seven meters.
It felt like almost a three-story building. How was he supposed to climb up to that distant top?
Officer Go Kwangsoon scratched his nose.
“Who wants to demonstrate? Jeong-ah? Or Kyung-joon?”
“I’ll do it.”
Officer Park Kyung-joon, who was wearing a jungle hat, stepped forward.
He grabbed the rope with one hand, as if to show the others.
“It may look hard, but it’s actually not. Anyone can do it if they learn the trick.”
He put his right foot on the rope and his left foot under it.
Then he lifted his right foot up like climbing a stair, and used the other foot as a support to go up.
It took him only three seconds to reach the halfway point.
“Wow...!”
Everyone gasped with their eyes wide open. Officer Park, who came down with a smirk, turned his head to Woojoo.
“How about you? Can you do it?”
“Yes!”
“Are you okay? Do you need me to show you one more time?”
“I’m good.”
He smiled brightly at Woojoo’s answer, as if he knew he would say that.
Officer Lee Jeongah came over and handed Woojoo gloves that the Special Forces used.
“Take off the cotton glove and wear this.”
“Thank you.”
Woojoo took off the PT glove and put on the one she gave him.
It felt much better.
He felt a bit uneasy, as if she was saying, ‘If you take this, you’re one of us for today.’
He heard whispers from behind.
“He only saw it once, can he do it?”
“Did you see how he did it? It’s confusing. No, you lift your foot and put one under it. Is that it?”
“Shh, he can do it. He can do it.”
Woojoo grabbed the rope and swallowed his saliva.
He replayed the movement he just saw in his head and lifted his right foot on the rope.
Then he moved his body.
Swoosh-
“Oh?”
It really worked.
It wasn’t as hard as he thought. He just held the rope firmly and pushed himself up.
Every time he did, he heard an ‘oh’ sound.
In no time, he reached the top of the seven-meter rope and the admiration sound faded.
“Wow...”
The air was different.
Instead of the humid wind, the cool breeze cooled the sweat on his face.
His eyes were delighted by the icy blue sky.
He enjoyed the view of the Special Forces for a moment, then quickly came down as instructed by the instructor.
“Your posture coming down was perfect. Well done.”
“Thank you!”
“Everyone, let’s give a round of applause to number eight who climbed up and down the rope!”
“Woohoo!”
The Special Forces officer who had been smiling sternly turned his head.
“How do you feel? Is it fun?”
“Yes! It’s very fun!”
“That’s why we don’t let anyone do it.”
He and Woojoo lured the cast members with their perfect sync.
As they showed their curiosity one by one, a smile appeared on the instructor’s gruff face.
“Do you trainees want to try it too?”
“Yes!”
“Oh, this is not good. I was only going to let number eight do it, but... I’ll be flexible and accept applicants.”
They all raised their hands.
The instructor’s gaze asked who he should choose.
“Number nine! I want to try.”
“Okay. Number nine!”
Junghyun stood up with a happy expression.
He walked briskly to the rope and stopped in front of it, making an ‘ah’ face.
Woojoo whispered to him, “You didn’t understand, did you?”
“Yes.”
He wanted to try it, but he didn’t seem to get the demonstration he saw earlier.
The instructor intervened.
“Let’s try it once. I’ll check your posture afterwards.”
“Yes, I understand!”
Junghyun grabbed the rope with his gloved hand. Then he stretched his arms up and pulled the rope.
The Special Forces soldier shook his head.
“That’s the worst posture. If you try to go up with just your arm strength, you’ll fall off in no time. Look.”
“Kyungjun.”
“Yes?”
The senior officer, Go Kwangsoon, pointed somewhere with his finger.
“...Is he going up?”
“Yes?”
Chupchapchap.
“...?”
“...?”
Junghyun was climbing up the rope at a fast speed, grabbing it chupchapchap.
He was much faster than Woojoo.
“How did he do that?”
Everyone’s eyes turned to the Special Forces soldier who had pointed out his bad posture.
He coughed.
“This is an exception. He’s going up with just his arm strength... No, how did he do that?”
Woojoo could read his bewildered expression behind his sunglasses.
He just smiled and said, ‘Our kid is strong, right?’
The Men Go members and the production staff had their mouths wide open.
“...Is that possible?”
“He’s faster than a cockroach climbing a wall.”
“And he’s not even using any tricks like in space... He’s doing it with his strength.”
Even the Special Forces soldiers were whispering to each other.
Shururuk!
He was their kid, who came down the rope like Tarzan.
It seemed like a jaguar or a gorilla would roar ‘King of the Jungle’ behind him.
When Woojoo was making background music that suited the scene in his head.
“Trainee, come here for a moment.”
“No, we’ll go. Don’t move.”
The Special Forces soldiers stuck to Junghyun and grabbed his arm. They looked like scientists who had discovered a new species.
“No, he’s so skinny...”
“How can he have this much strength in this body? It doesn’t make sense.”
“His bones are thick, but how? He shouldn’t be able to do this with this amount of muscle mass.”
They seemed interested in how he could have such strength in a skinny idol’s body.
It was a mystery that Woojoo had been curious about since before.
“Trainee.”
The senior officer grabbed Junghyun’s shoulder.
“Trainee number nine, Kim Junghyun.”
“You’re going to the hospital for a thorough examination.”
“...Hospital?”
Junghyun’s pupils shook.
“Did I... do something wrong?”
The Special Forces soldiers trembled their cheeks at his worried expression.
They held back their laughter and said.
They said he should check it out because his muscle fibers or muscle quality seemed to be outstanding.
“If his muscle quality is this good, he should be an athlete...”
“The sports world lost a talent.”
That was their reaction when they saw Junghyun’s body.
“Thank you.”
He smiled happily as he received the compliment, then quickly came over and sat down next to Woojoo.
“Did you have fun?”
The members of Men Go gave him their share of yogurt, saying he looked pitiful.
“Eat this and cheer up.”
“Thank you...”
Junghyun, who was looking around, also offered him a yogurt.
“Hyung.”
“Thanks, Junghyun.”
“Yes...?”
“...?”
Their eyes met in midair.
“...You weren’t giving it to me?”
“No. I asked you to peel it for me because I cut my nails too short.”
“...”
Everyone burst into laughter, and Hanjo, who was sitting on Woojoo’s left, handed him a yogurt.
“Here you go.”
“Thank you. You’re the best, Hanjo...”
“Peel mine too, please.”
“...”
Hanjo grinned mischievously.
The camera director and the cast laughed as Woojoo closed his eyes slightly.
The scene showed the cast moving to the rappelling training site after lunch.
The building next to the barracks they finally arrived at.
As they all crouched on the ground, the instructor began to explain.
Instructor: Rappelling training is when you descend from a building wall or a cliff with a single rope, like this.
The video showed a detailed explanation.
Footage of descending from a helicopter or infiltrating a balcony from a high-rise apartment wall.
They all nodded at the explanation that it was a necessary skill for entering in case of a terrorist holding a hostage or a fire.
Instructor: Now, let’s watch the assistant’s demonstration.
Lee Jeongah, a senior officer who was on the roof, jumped off the building with a shout of ‘Descent!’.
They all applauded as she descended with a precise posture.
At the same time, the faces of the regular members who looked anxious as if saying ‘Do we have to do that?’ passed by.
A screen of an interview with a man with a shaved head and a gentle expression.
Min Taewon: I always say that everything depends on your mindset.
Writer: You did.
Min Taewon: Rappelling is an exception.
Writer: (Laughter)
Scenes of the members struggling with rappelling training in the past army episode.
Lee Pilseung: It was pitch black in front of me. Except for Hobeom, we were all scared of rappelling... That’s about 15 meters, right? It’s no joke. Your legs will shake even if you don’t have acrophobia.
Writer: They say it’s the height that humans feel the most fear.
Lee Pilseung: Yes. So I was really worried about rappelling... Fortunately.
He smiled happily.
Lee Pilseung: We had Trainee Woojoo.
The screen switched again.
The cast screamed as they descended from a four-story building with a rope.
Some were praised and some were scolded for their dangerous posture.
There was a person who caught the attention of the instructors.
-Number eight!
-Trainee number eight! Come here!
-Number eight!
The scene of the Special Forces agents calling Woojoo eagerly was edited and flowed.
Woojoo came down the rope with a perfect posture.
He was clearly scared of the height before descending, screaming ‘Ahh!’, but as soon as he jumped off, his posture became flawless.
Every time he came down the rope, the corners of the Special Forces’ mouths twitched under their sunglasses.
The voice of Sergeant Go Kwangsoon sounded like a narration.
Sergeant Go: Well, he didn’t show it at the time... but our Woojoo is an honorary member of the Tactical Team 1.
PD: Honorary member?
Sergeant Go: His posture was really pretty. Aww. He said it was his first time, but I couldn’t do that when I was in the Special Forces.
PD: That’s amazing.
Sergeant Go: Amazing, right? So I got excited and wanted to teach him one more thing. Hahaha!
Then the scene of Woojoo suffering followed.
He was clearly being adored by the Special Forces, but every time he learned a new move, he looked like he was dying.
He reproduced the beginning and the end of rappelling with his body.
At the end, he came down upside down holding the rope like Spider-Man, and everyone stuck out their tongues and admired him.
Woojoo: Was it hard?
On the interview screen, Woojoo smiled in a black suit.
With somewhat moist eyes.
Woojoo: Well, it was great. They were trying to teach me one more thing. When can I have this kind of experience? Hahaha...
When the netizens ran the facial analyzer later, it was a miserable smile with 99 percent sadness.
Woojoo: Thanks to them, I had a chance to reflect on myself.
Writer: Reflect on yourself?
A break time during rappelling training.
“Good job.”
“Woojoo had a hard time.”
“Aww, this makes us feel so bad. But thanks to him, we had a good rest...”
They were all smiling. These people.
But he thanked them for giving him a brief massage.
“Ahh...”
Woojoo lay down on the sand and looked at the sky that was slowly turning red.
Why did it look so different from the sky he saw yesterday?
He wanted to hear the voices of his grandmother and siblings.
“Ugh, I’m dying...”
It wasn’t that his body was terribly tired.
He could handle it physically, but the problem was that the Special Forces poured their attention on him.
‘Number 8! Let’s try this one more time.’
‘Just this one more time.’
‘Good job. Right!’
They welcomed him like a new member who had been waiting for a long time in the club, and he was miserable.
“...Are you okay?”
Woojoo’s calm face was dark in the backlight. Hanjo looked down at him with a worried voice.
“Ouch... You look so tired.”
“You’re wrong if you think I can’t see you smiling because of the backlight.”
“You caught me.”
Hanjo grinned and reached out to lift Woojoo up.
Nearby, Junghyun, who was carrying the luggage with the staff, came over and dusted off the sand on his uniform.
While the production team was preparing for the night shooting, the three of them headed to the bathroom, shivering.
“I’m so miserable.” Woojoo whispered as if complaining, “I don’t think I can do it, but they keep smiling and asking if it’s fun. I think this is enough, but they say it’s just the beginning. Even the concert encore wouldn’t be like this.”
“...”
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
The two of them ‘hmm’ and looked at each other.
“He doesn’t seem to know, does he?”
“It seems so.”
“...Is this karma?”
“You have to be pushed to the edge to know, they say.”
“Isn’t that empathy?”
“No, it’s not? Jiho told me that for sure.”
Woojoo interrupted the conversation they were having.
“What don’t I know?”
“Nothing.”
They mumbled.
They pushed him to go to the bathroom when he kept digging.
Woojoo turned on the faucet and looked at the mirror. An aged face that had aged a day stared back at him.
“Hahaha.”
Tears blurred his vision.
You’ve worked so hard today, Woojoo. He comforted himself.
Wait a minute.
“...Huh?”
Something was off, so he wiped the foggy mirror with water. A haggard face appeared in the clear mirror.
Where had he seen this expression before?
Slumped shoulders, dark circles that reached his chin, lips that looked parched and listless.
Someone’s face came to mind.
‘...Composer Na Sangyoon?’
No.
It was an expression he had seen for much longer.
“Huhhh...!”
Woojoo opened his eyes wide and covered his mouth with his hand.
‘A&R Team!?’
Every time he worked in the studio, the A&R Team members’ faces were reflected on the laptop screen. They looked just like this.
They would nod off and then look at his face with the same expression and say, ‘Woojoo, are you done?’
Woojoo thought they were tired because they were office workers.
“...!”
As the realization hit him like a tsunami, he saw another face behind the A&R Team’s faces that passed over the mirror.
It was a handsome man with a Goofy-like expression.
‘...Director Jo?’
In January this year.
When they stayed at Director Jo’s house, Woojoo saw that expression on his face. And now it was on his.
‘What the hell.’
...Was he the Dooly that Director Jo was talking about?
As he stared blankly at the mirror in shock, he heard Junghyun snoring loudly.