Chapter 231:

Chapter 231:

Translator: MarcTempest

Editor: NicoleTempest

Chapter 231 Doubt

“It’s about the perilla leaf debate. When I’m eating with my girlfriend and my friend, can my girlfriend peel off the perilla leaf for my friend? Is that okay or not? This thing.”

What’s a perilla leaf? I asked as if I didn’t understand.

“Just peel it off for them.”

What’s the problem with that? I frowned and Yi-jun laughed next to me.

“Oh, perilla leaf is fine, no problem?”

I still didn’t get it and asked again.

“What’s the problem with peeling off the perilla leaf?”

Is perilla leaf some kind of slang that I don’t know? I really had no clue.

“Well, you know... usually you don’t like it, right? When your girlfriend pays attention to someone else in front of you?”

Is that what it was? I still looked unconvinced and answered.

“But people have to eat to live. If you’re worried about something like an indirect kiss, just use a new chopstick.”

Then Naru snapped at me incredulously.

“Isn’t that worse? Why do you have to care so much?”

“That’s true. It’s hygienic, but it might look like you’re picking on them?”

“Where’s the fault in hygiene?”

“Isn’t that too harsh?”

Then Yi-jun threw another topic.

“Then, are you okay with peeling shrimp for them?”

It felt like the situation was turning into a 6:1 interrogation. The eyes of the other guys, except for Kyunghwa who was resting after finishing the recording, were on me.

“Why do you peel shrimp for them?”

“Just imagine it. I went to a shrimp barbecue place with my girlfriend and my friend. But my girlfriend peeled shrimp for my friend. Are you okay with that?”

What’s that? I narrowed my eyes and answered.

“Why don’t you just not eat together? Or do you have to eat shrimp? Just eat your own plate.”

It was amazing that this could be a topic and a concern.

“Hey, that’s no fun. I made up the situation to make you think a little.”

“Hmm...”

I trailed off without feeling the need to think deeper, and Seon-woo answered instead.

“I’m fine with perilla leaf, but... shrimp is a bit...”

“Ooh.”

The youngest’s confident remark drew the attention of five older brothers and one younger brother.

“What’s the difference between them?”

“Perilla leaf is just a matter of touching it with chopsticks, but shrimp requires hands and it’s annoying and stuff?”

“Yeah, shrimp is more like... why bother? And it’s cumbersome.”

They chatted among themselves and then Hwijin suddenly spoke the truth.

“But... if it was a relationship that would cheat because of showing kindness while eating... it wouldn’t matter what they ate. I think it doesn’t matter anyway.”

That’s right. If they had chemistry because of that, I would have been invisible anyway.

Time flew by as we chatted. It was time to stop the nonsense and finish the recording.

“That’s true. But still, it’s annoying to be misunderstood, so let’s all take two perilla leaves and peel them ourselves, and peel the shrimp with our own hands. The end!”

I snapped my fingers as if to ask for the questionnaire I had written, and collected it.

I felt like I had gotten enough content while chatting. I also felt better after getting an IV while sleeping unintentionally.

I thought I would finish the collaboration tonight and send the promotional portfolio to the company that looked promising. I should go to bed around 2 o’clock.

As I was thinking, Seong-won looked at me with a dumbfounded expression.

‘What... did I say something that hurt his feelings?’

I wondered and asked Seong-won.

“When did you upload this?”

What is this? I looked at Kyunghwa’s phone and it was the two-shot of Seong-won and me that I uploaded earlier.

“Why? Did we take something that shouldn’t go out?”

“Did Seong-won say it was okay to upload this?”

“Yeah.”

We didn’t wear anything weird, and there was nothing in the background, either. I asked with a puzzled look and Kyunghwa frowned.

“I hate guys who don’t have any desperation for selfies.”

“What are you talking about?”

Yi-jun and Yu-geon turned their heads and laughed as if they were going to choke.

“Would it be better to delete this?”

Then Kyunghwa shook his head.

“It’s fine. It’s already out there, and there’s plenty left after saving it. What can we do?”

At Kyunghwa’s resigned reaction, I quickly checked the quoted status.

[- Am I looking up from the ground right now?]

[- If you’re going to make that face, give it to me]

[- If not taking selfies is a crime, “life imprisonment”]

[- Kyunghwa, take their phones awayᅲᅲᅲᅲᅲᅲᅲᅲᅲᅲ]

Most of them were filled with shock, horror, and teasing. There were some positive comments in between, but they were also teasing.

[- There’s nothing to say about guys who have no desperation for selfies]

[- You should have gotten the boss’s confirmation before uploading, but you’re the bossᅲᅲᅲᅲᅲᅲ]

[- For the finale, Kyunghwa should film a selfie class special and the views will explode and we’ll be happy too]

Oh... this is a good idea. I pressed it hard and copied the content, and Kyunghwa looked at me with a bit of contempt.

“Are you saving that in the meantime?”

“No, the idea is good.”

As we finished cleaning up the studio, exchanging playful banter, we saw snowflakes falling from the sky.

“Ugh... I wish it would warm up soon.”

Kyung-hwa muttered as he got into the van first. We split up into our groups and headed home. Everyone was exhausted from the long recording session, except for Seon-woo and Naru, who looked up at the sky with sparkling eyes.

“Wouldn’t it be busier if it got warmer?”

Especially in spring, when the events and festivals that had been on hold during winter would start. Last year, we barely got any invitations, but this year was different. We had sent our portfolio to event agencies, and we couldn’t expect the same as last year.

“I’d rather have it not cold, at least.”

Kyung-hwa snuggled his face into the shoulder cushion that the fans had given him, making a smug sound.

I snorted, feeling deflated, and closed my eyes for a while on the way home.

Did I sleep for about 15 minutes? After a short nap, I was overwhelmed by the pile of things I had to do at home.

‘Let’s finish them quickly and go to bed.’

I was annoyed by the constant nagging of the guys who came out to the living room one by one, asking me when I was going to sleep, as if they were monitoring me. They all seemed worried that I might collapse again.

But I stubbornly completed the tasks I had set for today.

Tomorrow, I had to confirm the mix that Yi-jun had done... prepare what to talk about on the live broadcast when the travel content was released... and decide how much to spoil on the live broadcast...

As I sorted out these thoughts in my head, I suddenly felt strange.

‘Why did I faint?’

Was it because of pain? Fatigue? I didn’t think it was that bad. Everyone around me was worried and told me to stop overworking. But that was only when I took too long to handle things because I lacked skills.

I was getting at least six hours of sleep every day, so I wasn’t that overworked.

Why then? I wondered, feeling puzzled, when my head started to hurt again.

It felt like something was coming back to me... or not. It was a weird feeling.

That’s when I felt something bubbling at my feet.

“Woof!”

Pposili, who looked grumpier than usual, was looking up at me.