Entertainment Life With A Camera

Chapter 150

Where does it hurt?

“Don’t get too excited. The other guys are watching us.”

Lee Ju-hyuk said to his members with a frown as they walked back to the waiting room.

“Yeah, let’s calm down. The soda has lost its fizz by now.”

Kim Hyun-do pressed the shoulders of Park Jin-hyuk and Jo Tae-woong. Somehow, the people around them were more excited than the person involved.

There were people gathered in front of Awi’s waiting room door. It was MyKit.

“Brother.”

“Yeah.”

They greeted each other with a high five and bumped their shoulders lightly. MyKit noticed Ian at the back of the members and raised both hands above their heads like believers who saw their leader.

“Naeuri!”

MyKit grabbed Ian’s shoulder and arm as he entered the waiting room and went in with him.

“Man, your drama was awesome.”

“I’d fall for you even if I were a guy.”

Ian laughed dryly. Everyone he met was making a fuss about Naeuri.

MyKit bowed to Awi’s staff and sat down.

“Speaking of which, Seon was amazing on the talk show too, right?”

“Yeah. He’s a natural entertainer.”

Ian tapped Park Seon’s shoulder, who was sitting next to him.

“So… is that annoying character your method acting?”

“There’s a script, and I also improvise. Usually, the PD tells me what to do.”

“Let’s not mess with our Seon.”

As Awi’s members became solemn, Park Seon smiled faintly. His expression felt more rigid than before.

Ian sensed the meaning behind Park Seon’s expression and asked quietly.

“What’s wrong?”

“Well, since I set my concept like this, I get a lot of calls, but the reactions are also harsh.”

“Ah… that must be hard.”

These days, you had to be careful with your broadcast concept. Even a slight deviation would cause the viewers to complain.

Since an annoying character that could withstand the negative feedback emerged on the surface after a long time, there were quite a few places that called Park Seon.

“But we have to cheer up. We’re finally releasing an album soon.”

“Oh, finally.”

Park Seon’s eyes sparkled.

Their agency had debuted MyKit with a digital single, and since their response was lukewarm, they sent them to Japan right away.

So MyKit sold albums in Japan and participated in various events such as signing events, hug events, etc., but they didn’t have a Korean album yet.

‘I’m glad the agency is paying attention.’

MyKit, who had sparse albums and activities, was able to perform on this year-end stage because they became a hot topic at the Arimpyc and their agency hastily released a digital single.

“It’ll go well.”

And finally, they were releasing a physical album. Ian held out his fist and Park Seon smiled and bumped it.

Kim Chul-min of MyKit sprang up.

“Let’s play mafia since we’re all together.”

“Shall we?”

Lee Ju-hyuk looked at Kim Myung-jin leaning against the door. Kim Myung-jin nodded his head and gave a sign.

“Ah… not now. We have to go rehearse.”

“Oh, you haven’t rehearsed yet? Then we’ll go back to our waiting room for now.”

Lee Chi-hoon of MyKit made a disappointed face. Kim Chul-min put his hand on Lee Chi-hoon’s shoulder and waved at Awi.

“Let’s do it later.”

But Awi and MyKit couldn’t play mafia together like they used to.

“Awi, let’s rehearse.”

Awi, who had to sing three songs as the last act, put name tags on their chests and went up on stage.

“Let’s do it one more time.”

“Yes!”

It took a long time to rehearse three songs.

“Good job, everyone.”

Awi, who was soaked in sweat and had dry lips, wanted to just lie down on the stage, but they had to clear the stage quickly for the next rehearsal singer.

“Awi, good job on rehearsing. Come over here.”

The year-end stage PD snapped his fingers. Awi had to head to the audience seats without even wiping off the sweat from their intense dance. There were a few people sitting in the audience seats, aka back girls.

‘Ah… I can feel their eyes.’

Awi’s members managed their stiff expressions and approached them to greet them.

“Have a chat with them.”

“Hello.”

These people came not only to concerts but also to music shows without fail.

There was no audience, so they sang without worrying about their reactions. It felt like more people had gathered than usual.

“Wow, he’s handsome.”

“I’m a fan~”

“But you must have noticed us, right? You were rehearsing so hard~”

It sounded like they were saying ‘You’re working harder because we’re here~’.

They wanted to enjoy the privilege of being different from others. Lee Ju-hyuk smiled brightly.

“We rehearse as if it’s the real show.”

He implied ‘It’s not because of you’. They either understood or pretended not to, and just smiled shyly and stuck close to Awi.

Especially Ian, who had caused a nationwide craze with ‘Hee-bin Jang’s Family’, had a lot of people flocking to him.

“I loved your drama.”

“You look even better in person.”

“Thank you.”

Ian politely smiled and greeted them. He couldn’t show any displeasure since they had come in through the broadcasting station staff.

They shyly smiled and took out their phones from their bags. A staff member who was watching from afar hurriedly approached Awi.

“Can we take a picture with you?”

“That might be difficult.”

The staff next to him immediately intervened. If this scene was uploaded to SNS, the fandom would protest furiously to the broadcasting station.

“We won’t upload it, we’ll just keep it for ourselves.”

“Still, that’s not possible. We’re sorry.”

Most of them took pictures to show off, and there was no one who didn’t upload them to SNS even if they said they would keep them for themselves. One of the back girls frowned.

“Excuse me, do you know who I am?”

[The usual repertoire.]

‘Just go away if you’ve seen his face…’

Ian was stuck in an awkward situation and smiled uncomfortably.

“Guys!”

“The manager is calling us… We’ll be going now.”

Kim Myung-jin, who had noticed the situation, called out loudly to the members. The members, who had been waiting for this moment, quickly said goodbye and ran out. The staff, who had been in a difficult situation as well, sighed in relief.

“What happened?”

“Some people came.”

“Oh… You did well.”

Kim Myung-jin squinted his eyes.

‘If you came to watch, at least cheer for us.’

Ian sighed deeply. Park Seo-dam, who had a pouty mouth, muttered in a dissatisfied voice.

“Our fans too…”

“Shh.”

Lee Ju-hyuk cut him off. He put his index finger on his lips and warned the members. There were many ears in the broadcasting station.

“…Guys, don’t say anything out loud. Do it on chat. Or do it when we get back to the dorm.”

“…Okay.”

Park Seo-dam nodded sullenly. They all guessed what he was going to say.

‘Our fans would have wanted to sit there too.’

The back girls had taken the seats that the fans had desperately wanted. It was an unfair world.

Kim Myung-jin smiled sadly as he saw the unhappy expressions of Awi’s members.

“We only have the real show left, so rest well guys.”

“Yes.”

The members gulped down water as soon as they sat on the waiting room chairs. The staff brought towels and handed them to the members.

“It’s hard enough to perform, but we have to deal with people too. Is this a country?”

“At least Myung-jin hyung called us out.”

Kim Hyun and Park Jin-hyuk grumbled. Lee Ju-hyuk turned on his phone chat messenger.

“Should we call Mike?”

“Shall we?”

Ian felt a strange sense of discomfort at that moment.

Usually, the person who would come into the waiting room and make a lot of noise was Jo Tae-woong, but he was strangely quiet.

“Hey Jo-tang.”

“…”

Jo Tae-woong was sitting in a corner, staring blankly into space with unfocused eyes. Ian went over to him and shook his shoulder.

“Huh?”

Jo Tae-woong lifted his head abruptly. His complexion was not good. He seemed to be sweating slightly.

“What’s wrong? Are you sick? Are you sweating?”

“No, I think I had indigestion from breakfast.”

As Ian tried to examine his face closely, Jo Tae-woong refused by lowering his hand.

“Really? Do you want to take some medicine?”

“No, I’m fine. I can’t do the mafia. Do it without me.”

“Where does Tae-woong hurt?”

“Are you okay, bro?”

The other members who were listening to their conversation approached Jo Tae-woong. Jo Tae-woong pressed his chest and frowned.

“It looks like you had a bad cold.”

“Hey, just wait.”

Kim Hyun nodded his head. The members who noticed his intention moved the chairs and made room in the corner.

“Where is our cushion mat?”

“Here it is. Guys.”

Kim Myung-jin, who was watching, came with a shopping bag full of both hands. Ian spread out the mat inside, and Kim Hyun and Lee Joo-hyuk rolled up the long padding to make a pillow and spread out a blanket.

“Hey, don’t sit there, lie down there.”

“That’s right. It’s good to sleep when you’re not feeling well… Oh, bro!”

As Jo Tae-woong staggered up, Park Seo-dam and Kim Joo-young supported him. The members’ expressions became serious as they guessed it was not an ordinary thing.

“Thank you… Wake me up later…”

Park Jin-hyuk, who covered Jo Tae-woong with a blanket without any gaps, looked at the members. Lee Joo-hyuk signaled to go outside.

“Doesn’t Tae-woong have to go to the hospital?”

“Let’s just watch him for now since he said he was okay.”

The members watched Kim Myung-jin sitting next to Jo Tae-woong through the gap in the door.

“He’s sleeping, so don’t make noise.”

“Let’s go somewhere since Myung-jin hyung is watching him.”

Lee Joo-hyuk left a message on the group chat with MyKit. He said he couldn’t help it because Tae-woong was sick and let’s do it later. The answer came back.

There wasn’t much time left for stage preparation, so Ian woke up Jo Tae-woong. Jo Tae-woong, who raised his upper body slightly, looked at Ian blankly.

“How are you?”

Ian shook his hand near his face and woke him up who hadn’t regained consciousness yet.

“Well… I’m much better.”

Jo Tae-woong smiled faintly and raised his thumb. His complexion looked better than before, but he still looked pale.

‘Ah… why is this happening.’

While getting his hair done, Jo Tae-woong repeated squeezing and releasing both hands as he felt sweat rising in his hands.

The members and agency staff gathered around him.

“Can you do the stage, Tae-woong hyung?”

“You don’t have to do it if it’s hard. We have a pre-recorded one, so it’ll be okay. I’ll go and ask for your understanding.”

Kim Myung-jin, who seemed to run out of the waiting room right away, lowered his hand by Jo Tae-woong.

Jo Tae-woong felt touched by everyone worrying about him. But he couldn’t bother the team that much. If he was out, it would affect the choreography line.

“No, I’m okay. I’ll try.”

[He’s being stubborn.]

Ignoring Jin’s words, Ian observed Jo Tae-woong’s expression closely.

‘Is he okay…’

He was anxious and anxious, but eventually something happened.

The group’s pre-recorded stage was fine. But at the end of the year-end broadcast, Lee Nam-jin and Lim Tae-woo sang trot and the cast sang together behind them. The stage was broadcast live.

Awi, who was very popular, had to sing in a place where the camera could see well, but at that moment Jo Tae-woong’s expression came out very badly.

-Did you just see the ending? Jo Tae-woong’s expression is rottenㅋㅋ

Look at his attitude in front of Lee Nam-jin like a senior. Isn’t that too much?

└Is he sick?

└└Even if he’s sick, he should endure it. He’s the only one with a bad expression on a stage where everyone is doing it.

└He brought a moment capture and turned it around like crazy. Hey, watch the video and talk. He made that expression for only 1 second ㅅㅂ

└But I feel bad because he’s the only one with a bad expression