Chapter 192: Chapter 193:

Translator: MarcTempest

Editor: Rxel

Chapter 193

Woojoo’s heart sank.

“Teacher!”

Woojoo jumped up from his seat, knocking over the piano chair.

“Teacher, are you okay?”

Woojoo touched his nose with his hand. He was shivering all over.

He was breathing normally.

He had his eyes closed and was shaking, but it looked more like he was in pain than unconscious.

“Rihyuk. Hold his head for me.”

“Okay. Got it.”

Rihyuk supported Teacher Noh Jaehyun’s head. His head stopped swaying and became stable.

Junghyun and Bijoo came over and asked.

“Hyung, what should we do?”

“Let’s call the caretaker first. We’re not doctors.”

The younger ones nodded.

Woojoo raised his hand and wiped his forehead. Cold sweat dripped down.

His heart was pounding like crazy.

He was more shocked than scared.

It had been a long time since he faced such a tense situation, since he saved the old man who was about to be hit by a car.

His mind was a mess.

What should he do? Should they go to the hospital?

Did this happen because they came to do a broadcast?

What if something bad happened to him?

What about the younger ones? They must be scared.

And the broadcast?

Woojoo felt ashamed of himself for thinking about the broadcast at a time like this.

The caretaker came up from the first floor with the staff.

“Oh my, what’s going on!”

She ran over to him as fast as her eyebrows could flutter and checked his pupils and breathing.

They swallowed their saliva and asked, “Is he okay?”

“Thankfully, it’s nothing serious.”

She pointed at Junghyun and Woojoo.

“Teacher can’t rest in this state, so help me move him to the bed.”

“Okay, we’ll do that.”

“Open the bedroom door over there! Yes! There!”

The staff and New Black lifted Teacher Noh Jaehyun from the wheelchair and laid him on the bed.

It felt like moving a bag filled with liquid.

His face twisted in pain when someone touched him.

“Ouch…”

It took six of them to carefully lay the old man on the bed.

They all rubbed their foreheads and necks, covered in sweat.

Teacher Noh Jaehyun’s face relaxed and his shaking subsided.

Woojoo shivered.

But he felt another tremor.

“…?”

Woojoo turned to the side and saw their youngest’s pale face.

He was so startled that he was shaking uncontrollably.

His slightly parted lips were white with fear and his hands were clutching his jeans.

Poor thing.

Woojoo was also so scared that he didn’t know what to do, but what about their youngest who had lived so recklessly in the world?

“He’ll be okay.”

Woojoo whispered softly and wrapped his arm around Jiho’s shoulder. His ashen face nodded silently.

When everyone was standing in front of the bed.

About 10 minutes later, Teacher Noh Jaehyun slowly opened his eyes that he had tightly closed.

“Wa, water…”

Ms. Kang helped him sit up and Rihyuk handed him a paper cup of water.

“Oh my. I’m dying.”

Teacher Noh Jaehyun blinked his eyes for a long time while sitting crookedly and looked around.

“What are you all looking at? How embarrassing.”

“Ha ha.”

Everyone laughed awkwardly, but their faces showed relief.

It was a relief. Really.

Rihyuk asked.

“Teacher, are you okay?”

“Ah, I’m fine. I’m fine.”

He waved his hand and said, “Don’t look at me like that. I’m not dying of a disease. Anyone would think I have an incurable disease.”

Then he cleared his throat and said, “I had several major surgeries last year. My body hasn’t fully recovered yet.”

“Ah…”

“Don’t worry. It’s not a big deal right now.”

Ms. Kang shook her head and said, “But rest is the best thing for you. Look at you now. What did the doctor say? You can’t do anything that puts pressure on your abdomen until you’re fully recovered.”

“Ah, Ms. Kang. What can I do about that passion.”

“Are you going to enjoy your passion and go?”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Teacher!”

“Oh, my ears. This person is nagging an old man.”

He looked much better than before as he joked around.

From the situation, it seemed that he had overdone it by singing and had a temporary episode.

Rihyuk took a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair. Teacher Noh Jaehyun smiled wryly.

“Oh my. I must have scared our non-alcoholic group and the slackers. I’m sorry.”

“No, Teacher.”

“I made a mistake because I was carried away by the passion. I’ll be careful from now on, so don’t worry.”

“I’m sorry, we…”

“Ah. Forget it.”

He waved his hand and looked away.

“Ahem, and don’t look at me with that affectionate face. It’s embarrassing.” Teacher Noh Jaehyun said, “Instead of worrying about this old man, you should prepare your song. What did I say earlier? You’re going out with my song, right?”

“First place.”

“That’s right. You have to come back with first place. It’s Noh Jaehyun’s song. I won’t let you off if you fail, so just focus on the song.”

They nodded and answered the teacher, who lightened the mood.

“We’ll definitely come back with first place.”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

“We already agreed to practice like dogs, so we’ll run like sled dogs.”

Teacher Noh laughed at Junghyun’s sled dog joke, then coughed.

He then shifted his gaze to the production staff, who looked at a loss. Especially the assistant director, who was restless.

“Listen up. Let’s scrap the recording just now.”

“Yes, Teacher.”

“I want to reshoot that scene. Is that possible? I don’t want to show myself collapsing.”

“Of course, Teacher.”

His face brightened, as if he had been hoping for that request.

“Well, we’ve rested enough, let’s go again.”

He looked a bit pale, but much better than before, as he got back on his wheelchair.

After they went back to the living room.

“We’re starting the filming!”

The red light came on the camera, and Woojoo started playing the piano again.

They were all pros.

They calmed their startled hearts and filmed with serious faces.

Their kids clapped and smiled brightly, as if nothing had happened.

Teacher Noh also smiled softly and nodded his head as he listened to the song.

Seeing him, Woojoo thought again about the plight of a singer who couldn’t sing.

He said he would recover soon, but from what Woojoo saw, it didn’t look like it would be resolved in a short time.

How would it feel to be unable to sing, after living with music all your life?

Woojoo felt a bit complicated.

At the same time, his desire for the first place in the competition became stronger than before.

They finished filming in Jeju Island and returned to Seoul.

They had no free time.

They originally planned to walk around the market and try the omegi rice cakes that Junghyun had talked about as if he was singing, and buy some raw fish and eat it with cider.

But everything was delayed due to the unexpected filming delay.

But they weren’t sorry.

They got a lot of footage for the broadcast and had an exchange with a legendary singer.

And Woojoo had something else he picked up.

“Ta-da.”

Woojoo bought a t-shirt with a thumbs-up stone statue at Jeju Airport, intending to wear it as a couple tee with Kim Deoksoon.

The younger ones reacted passionately.

“Wow, really… You sent the flower pattern away, and now the stone statue is here. Don’t you have anything else? That’s not allowed.”

“Hyung. Why are you doing this to us?”

“I’ll never let you wear that. Ever.”

Woojoo stubbornly wore it and got off at Gimpo Airport, but when he slightly lowered the zipper to show off his shirt, the reporters went wild.

-[Photo] New Black Woojoo, ‘I brought back my Dolharbang~’

-[Photo News] Woojoo, the fashion that made the members bow their heads

-[Photo] New Black Rihyuk, struggling with the leader to zip up

But Woojoo’s bliss didn’t last long.

After returning to Seoul, Woojoo had a personal meeting with the stylist teacher who had a sad face for almost 30 minutes.

The Dolharbang T-shirt went into the closet.

“Alright, everyone, let’s try again!”

They returned to the company and started practicing hard for the competition, just like when they prepared for the album.

A serious atmosphere.

Woojoo had a personal ambition to get ‘Deoksoon-ah’, but he was more motivated after meeting Teacher Noh Jaehyun and coming back.

-I’ll come up to Seoul on the day of the performance.

He said he would come all the way from Jeju Island to Seoul to see them in person, even though he was sick.

Woojoo couldn’t neglect anything.

The production team came by from time to time and filmed them practicing, but they looked a bit surprised by the serious and solemn atmosphere.

But they couldn’t help it.

They didn’t have enough time to laugh or relax.

Preparing for the Challenge, Legendary Song Discovery Team! competition’s sound source and performance.

Cooperation with the A&R Team for the 3rd album title.

Producing meeting for the 3rd album.

Studying the script for the children’s program Sok Sok! History Discovery Team

Other events and schedules

They were busier than when they were about to release the album.

But Woojoo wasn’t tired or anything.

He could feel the vibe.

As if they were surfing and rising smoothly, he felt like their activities were going up step by step.

Meanwhile.

They were preparing for another important schedule.

January 28th.

At the last music awards ceremony, they achieved another feat of winning the Rookie Award.

Five crowns.

Except for the KMA, which they couldn’t attend because of the counting period, they won the Rookie Award at every ceremony they participated in.

That was why they got special permission to do a live broadcast with the Soufflés.

About an hour and a half.

Honestly, it was a short time to communicate.

To convey how grateful they were.

Woojoo couldn’t take out his heart and say, ‘Hey… can you take a look?’

Woojoo did his best to show them…

“Don’t worry. They must have understood.”

Rihyuk sneered.

“Who wouldn’t know when you’re all teary-eyed and saying ‘E-everyone…’ Even a fool would appreciate it.”

“You cried too, you know?”

“M-me! I’m a person without tears. I’m cold-blooded.”

He scoffed at the guy whose eyes were swollen like a fish, and the other added an excuse.

“It’s all because of the fine dust in winter.”

“Hmph.”

“Anyway, neither of you were joking.”

The youngest, who was sniffling with a red nose, chimed in.

“Rihyuk Hyung was blowing his nose every 10 seconds. Woojoo Hyung was babbling like a drunk person and saying ‘S-soufflé, everyone… I’m grateful…’”

“…”

“…”

“You two were so embarrassed. We weren’t.”

As Junghyun, whose eyes were moist, nodded, Rihyuk and Woojoo explained.

“That was a slip of the tongue.”

“It was because of the fine dust, I tell you.”

But the others didn’t believe them.

Bijoo showed them his smartphone with a handkerchief, dabbing his wet eyes.

“The fans decided to write ‘I’m grateful’ instead of ‘I love you’ on the fan cafe. Hyung.”

“…Yeah, thanks.”

But Woojoo didn’t care much about the guys who usually teased him.

It wasn’t his place to talk.

During the live broadcast, everyone was crying so hard that at first, the fans who were also ‘ㅠㅠㅠ’ changed their reaction to ‘ㅋㅋㅋㅋ Stop crying, guys’ later.

Anyone who saw them would have thought they were drunk.

They repeated the same words over and over.

They laughed and said they were happy, then suddenly cried and said thank you.

It was like they were saying ‘We’re sorry to the fans who have a bad group…!’ and they stopped laughing in the middle.

That was when Rihyuk, who was snorting his nose, folded his tissue and sneered.

“Anyway, you must have a disease that makes you create black history.”

“Junghyun.”

“Yes, Hyung.”

“Take him away. I can’t concentrate.”

As Rihyuk was dragged away by Junghyun’s hand, Woojoo took a deep breath and focused on the target in front of him.

A target with a yellow circle in the center and red and blue circles around it.

He closed one eye and looked at it.

Then he pulled the bowstring.

Thud!

The arrow hit the 10-point target precisely, and Bijoo clapped his hands like a seal and cheered.

He gave Woojoo a high-five and said, “Hyung, you’re so good. How do you do that?”

“Do you want to know the secret?”

“Yes.”

“Later, when you see the grandfather who turns off the rear car, go and help him.”

“…?”

Woojoo smiled at Bijoo, who tilted his head in confusion, while looking at the arrows stuck in the target.

This was an indoor archery range.

It was a place that the representative had prepared for them to get ready for the Idol Sports Festival, or the Dolympic, that would take place soon.

It was late, so only they and Dowon Hyung were here.

“Then I’ll go as the first archer.”

Woojoo wrote ‘Men’s Archery Team (3 people) – Seon Woojoo’ on the paper and looked at his brothers.

“Let’s pick the other two here.”

Rihyuk raised his hand.

“I give up.”

“You already got an X.”

“…”

“Okay, let’s start with Junghyun.”

It was time to select the other two who would go to the men’s archery team event.

Junghyun took the bow Woojoo handed him and stood up. Then he put the arrow on with a serious face.

“Junghyun.”

“Yes, Hyung.”

“That, the arrowhead is on the other side.”

“Oh, yes.”

Then the arrow was properly placed.

The brothers clapped and cheered, while Dowon Hyung, who was filming with a handy cam, laughed.

Soon, Junghyun took his stance.

“Wow, that looks good. That looks good.”

They gathered their hands and admired.

He definitely had a great posture holding the bow, since he was from the sports club. Jiho said ‘wow’ and said, “You look like a historical drama hero, Hyung.”

“Really?”

“Yes, say a line too.”

“Hmm.”

Then Junghyun pulled the bowstring and said, with a more serious expression than anyone else, staring at the target, “I am the archer of Joseon.”

“Pfft.”

They all flipped over and burst into laughter.

“Hahaha!”

“Kyahaha!”

Dowon Hyung also gave up filming and laughed for a moment.

Woojoo was going crazy.

The drama genre was wrong, and the line was wrong, so he didn’t know where to start pointing out.

“I’m going crazy. Really.”

“Hyung, sob, that’s not archer, but national mother.”

“Oh, is that so?”

They just laughed at his calm scratching of his head.

“Let’s see, Junghyun scored 10 points.”

“Isn’t that amazing?”

“Yeah.”

Woojoo smiled warmly and pointed at the target on the next line.

“The one on the side.”

“…Yes.”

“Junghyun is in. You should practice shooting with your brother before you go to the army.”

After sending their kid who had good strength but poor accuracy, it was naturally decided that Bijoo and Jiho would go.

The rest of the lineup was also decided.

“Who wants to do the 60-meter sprint?”

“That has to be Rihyuk, Hyung,” Bijoo said. “Rihyuk is fast at short distances.”

“Ah, I agree with that.”

“…Does he have any sports he’s good at?”

“Don’t insult him right in front of him. It’s unpleasant.”

Ignoring his angry face, Woojoo asked for an answer and Junghyun explained, “Rihyuk may not know anything else, but he’s the best at running away.”

“Wow. That suits him,” Woojoo exclaimed.

“It really does. He’s sly.”

“Really?”

“I’m going to… not leave these guys alone. All of them.”

While Bijoo calmed down the fire-breathing eagle, Woojoo wrote his name on the list for the 60-meter sprint.

“Then we’ll also do the 400-meter relay…”

“What did Junghyun Hyung and Woojoo Hyung say they were doing?”

“I’m doing basketball.”

“I’m doing futsal.”

There were team sports where they would mix with other idols.

They had already told the production team about that part.

The youngest looked at the paper and said regretfully, “There’s no horse riding.”

“Do you know how to ride a horse?”

“Yes, when I went to Daegwallyeong with my dad, the uncles there let me ride their horses.”

Unfortunately, there was no such event for the youngest’s wish.

After making a quick decision, Woojoo practiced shooting arrows with their siblings at the archery range.

Ziing.

Woojoo opened his phone and saw a message from Han Taehyun.

He seemed to have found out about the entry somehow, and the screen was full of question marks.

Han Taehyun [Basketball???]

Han Taehyun [You’re doing basketball???]

Han Taehyun [You??]

Han Taehyun [The ball??]

Han Taehyun [Bounce??]

Han Taehyun [I don’t think you know what basketball is right now, look at this]

There was a Wikipedia link about ‘basketball’ attached.

“…?”

Woojoo sent a reply.

Me [What are you talking about]

Me [If you’re going to talk nonsense, whisper it quietly to your pillow]

The answer came back right away.

Han Taehyun [We’re on the same team this time]

Han Taehyun [Oh no]

Woojoo tilted his head as he looked at the message and then realized.

Oh.

He only remembered him from when he was at TJ, he didn’t know how he had changed now.