Chapter 279: Chapter 280:

Translator: MarcTempest

Editor: Rxel

Chapter 280

The Excitement Explodes

@TheNewBlack.Official

(The Special Forces members and the idol guests are standing at the airport. Hanjo and Woojoo are smiling faintly, and Junghyun looks like a satisfied rock.)

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#Recording_Done #Special_Forces_Love_You #Sadness_of_Farewell #See_You_Someday #Someday #Next_Time #Time_to_Part #Goodbye_Airport

Woojoo had a dream.

He was standing at a bus stop in the countryside, when he saw a person whose back looked very familiar.

It was their Deoksoon lady, wearing a floral dress.

‘Grandma!’

Woojoo ran towards her, shouting, and grabbed her shoulder. As soon as he did, the person turned their head sharply.

It was Sergeant Go Kwangsoon from Tactical Team 1.

‘I’m not Deoksoon, I’m Kwangsoon.’

‘Argh!’

‘This is the Special Forces’ disguise technique. Number 8.’

Then he said he would teach Woojoo and started chasing him.

As with all dreams, it was nonsense when he thought about it after waking up, but it was really horror when he was dreaming.

But his fear was someone else’s joy.

“Pwahaha!”

When Woojoo told them about his dream at breakfast, his siblings burst into laughter.

Woojoo gave them a serious look as they lay on the table, sobbing.

“Don’t laugh. I’m serious.”

“Pwuhuh! Pwahaha!”

“Wow. Look at these brats. If you knew how tough and scary the Special Forces people are…”

“Ehehehe!”

Wow. They were so mean.

Woojoo remembered what happened last night, as he watched them giggle.

‘Call me! Woojoo!’

‘Where are you going? Let’s take a picture with the Hyungs!’

‘Do you want to do something fun with us on the weekend?’

After taking a group photo at the airport.

Woojoo had a hard time getting away from the Tactical Team 1 members who asked him shyly, ‘Do you want to be friends with us?’

Their eyes were so round and bright, they looked like gym ahjusshis who wanted to recruit new members. Luckily, Woojoo managed to dodge them by saying, ‘I only sleep 3 hours a day…’

Woojoo said he would see them when he had time during the break, but he doubt they would remember that.

“They looked like they would never let you go yesterday.”

“…”

Woojoo plugged his ears and muted them. Then, Durumi, who was sitting across from him, continued talking excitedly.

That was when Bijoo intervened with a gentle smile.

“I think you made some good connections this time, Hyung.”

“Do you want me to introduce you?”

“Uh… Where’s the ketchup?”

Woojoo laughed as he watched him avoid the topic.

He wasn’t wrong.

He told the Special Forces people that yesterday.

Idols were the busiest when they were rising, and they had more free time when they settled down.

They started sending him messages from last night.

-Successfully sold to nephew

-Successfully sold to father

-Total 2 successes. Let’s work harder. Everyone.

They were like they were carrying out some orders, saying ‘Sales attempt… Operation failed. He’s a TNT fan.’

Woojoo laughed as he read the messages.

This was definitely a chance to get to know some good people…

“Junghyun Hyung, do that. That. The thing where Woojoo Hyung threw a boomerang in training.”

“Hold on.”n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Junghyun grabbed a plate and made a ‘chop’ sound with his mouth, pretending to catch a disc.

Then he rolled his eyes around, mimicking Woojoo’s expression of looking around.

Woojoo’s siblings started laughing, holding their stomachs.

“Pwahaha!”

“Hey, Kim Junghyun.”

Bijoo made a bleak face.

Still. Bijoo was the best…

“I didn’t see it. Do it again.”

“Wait. …Chop!”

“Ha ha ha ha!”

Woojoo smiled warmly as he watched his kid laugh and clap like a seal.

What could you do when you met new good people? The people around them were so jealous.

Woojoo licked his tongue as he looked at the guys who were furious at teasing him.

“I thought you would realize how precious I am while we were apart, but you’re such ungrateful…”

“No, no. I realized how precious you are, Hyung.”

“Really?”

“It was boring without anyone to tease… Ow!”

The youngest, who got a flick on the forehead from Woojoo, made a sad face. Then, Rihyuk, who was next to him, tapped his phone.

“But we’re fine compared to them.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s from the Street Boys yesterday.”

It was a 2-minute 45-second video file.

When Woojoo pressed the play button on the messenger, the Street Boys were playing tag around Hanjo, who was lying on the bed tired.

-Jeonguk! Kiyahhoo!

-Hey! Stop it!

-Kiyahhoo!

The Street Boys members were pecking at their leader like a flock of pigeons, as if they had heard the handler episode that Junghyun and Woojoo had spread.

Woojoo looked back and forth between the mess on the screen and the siblings who were elegantly teasing him over breakfast.

Then he agreed right away.

“We’re fine.”

“Right?”

As they laughed happily, Woojoo heard Hanjo say ‘Seon Woojoo, you’re dead!’ from the screen.

After taking a sweet rest at the dorm in the morning.

Woojoo went to work with a refreshed condition.

When he visited the Management Team’s office, Seokhwan Hyung looked incredulous.

“Did you rest at all?”

“I slept well, so don’t worry.”

“You’ll wear out your bones. Man. You should rest when you can. You’re not a machine.”

He scolded Woojoo, but he seemed to be glad that he came.

It was because the schedule was busy.

It was already early July.

Each department of the company was working hard to prepare for their fourth album and solo concert.

“There’s so much to do. Really.”

The manager swept his hair back as he organized the papers and notes on the table.

“Your solo concert, it’s such a big scale that there are more than one or two things to worry about. The sound, too.”

It seemed to be the biggest performance they had prepared at the company so far.

The previous biggest concert was the encore concert of the ballad singer Yoon Chanhyuk Sunbae at Jangchung Gymnasium.

Scarlet’s first solo concert last year was a bit smaller than that, at Olympic Hall.

On the other hand, the place where they would have their first concert was the handball stadium, which was bigger than the two places he mentioned before.

“…”

They looked at each other with strange eyes.

“I still can’t believe it.”

“Me too. I feel like our manager is secretly filming us.”

“Did we really secure the venue for our concert?”

Seokhwan Hyung showed them the official confirmation letter that said ‘Handball Stadium’.

He said to them as they took a proof shot, “It’s hard to believe, isn’t it? I’m still nervous even while working, wondering if this is real.”

“Are you nervous too, Manager?”

“It took Scarlet, who was one of the fastest to have a solo concert, two years. Compared to them, you guys…”

It was decided in less than a year.

Usually, boy groups had concerts earlier and bigger than girl groups, but even considering that, it was exceptional.

Of course, there were some groups like TNT who had their first concert in a 10,000-seat gymnastics stadium, but that was only possible for the really lucky rookies from big agencies.

“The concert theme, sound and lighting settings are all in progress as we discussed with you last time.”

They listened carefully to the progress report from their manager.

“We’ve scheduled the VCR shooting and photo shooting for next week. The goods are being prepared by the promotion team.”

“What about the session?”

“Woojoo, I got you the band session you wanted.”

“Oh, that’s great.”

Woojoo clapped his hands with joy.

He asked him to find a band session to perform live with them at the concert, and the list he showed him had some famous and talented people.

He was really their manager. He did his job well.

“And this is the concert poster draft that the Promotion Team made. Do you want to see it?”

“Wow…”

They smiled at each other as they heard one by one about the concert.

“We’re really having a concert.”

“Hyung. I’m already excited.”

“I’ve always wanted to have a solo concert…”

Even Junghyun, who would normally say ‘Well, everyone is excited, so I’m happy’, was smiling happily.

They danced with excitement, and Seokhwan Hyung said to them, “Don’t relax too much just because you’re happy. This is when you have to tighten up more, you know?”

“Don’t worry, Hyung.”

“That’s right. We’re pros.”

They laughed at the youngest’s unconvincing tone.

He pointed his index finger in the air and said ‘It’s a feeling~’, and Seokhwan Hyung looked like he couldn’t stop him.

“Well, that’s the concert situation… Oh, by the way, the production team of Men Go contacted me.”

“Hey, contact?! Why? What? Why?”

“Calm down, Jenmin.”

The others calmed Woojoo down as he got excited, and Seokhwan Hyung said, “I got a direct call from the PD, and he said you did a really good job. He asked me to pass on his thanks.”

“Ah…”

“I thought you saved a country or something.”

Woojoo remembered the face of PD Do Joongi, who was laughing and saying ‘Ratings!’ while they were filming at the Special Forces.

Their manager looked uneasy at Woojoo’s smiling face.

“You didn’t do anything weird or unusual this time, did you?”

“What’s the standard for weirdness…?”

“Something that would make me grab your neck.”

“There are a few things that would make your back itch. Wait a minute.”

Woojoo asked Junghyun, “How bad is it to rub your earlobes?”

“Um, about half an earlobe.”

“He says half an earlobe, Hyung.”

“…”

Seokhwan Hyung laughed resignedly and rubbed his earlobes in advance.

Then he got back to the point.

“They want to take Junghyun for a checkup or something. They said they’ll insert it as a bonus scene. I’ve already scheduled it.”

“Oh, that.”

They told him to go for a checkup because his muscles were abnormal at the Special Forces.

He explained to the curious people.

“My body is weird.”

“…?”

“I have to go to the hospital.”

“…?”

It was a perfect explanation.

The people who were staring at him with their eyes wide open moved their eyes to Woojoo.

It was Woojoo’s turn to rub his earlobes.

“That’s not it…”

When Woojoo explained it clearly, they all looked relieved and said “Oh, I see”. Seokhwan Hyung exclaimed, “But I’m curious about this too. The schedule for that day… let me see. If the schedule is empty, I’ll go with you and watch.”

Woojoo smiled at the manager who was checking the calendar.

Well, he wouldn’t miss this kind of opportunity either. His siblings also said they had to see it no matter what.

Junghyun, who was slightly worried about the hospital, soon chuckled.

“Then, let’s talk to the PR Team about the goods…”

“Yes.”

When they thought the conversation was over and tried to get up.

“Where are you going? There’s one more important thing to talk about.”

“Important thing?”

“Manager. What’s more important than the concert?”

“Agreed.”

As they said that while standing up, Seokhwan Hyung said, “Your settlement.”

When Woojoo came to his senses, they all looked like they had just woken up and were glued to their chairs with sparkling eyes.

The settlement day of New Black.

It was a time to reward the hard work of the New Black members who had been running non-stop from January to June.

Five consecutive weeks of music show wins.

Seven consecutive weeks of chart-topping.

Slip’s OST ‘A Poem About Yesterday’, ‘Life’, and ‘Deoksoon-ah’, Legendary Song Discovery.

The commercials aired on terrestrial TV.

It was hard to describe how much they had ‘made it’ except for that word, and even without the royalties, it was a huge amount of money.

And unlike Woojoo, who had made money through royalties, it was the first big money for the members.

“Wow…”

“So that’s why Woojoo Hyung kept saying bank treatment, bank treatment.”

“What do I do, Hyungs. I’m so proud of myself right now and I don’t know what to do.”

The members who had received their bankbooks smiled happily.

They each checked their settlement amount and spent time with their families.

“Son…?”

“Hyung?”

“Brother?”

Department store.

In a place full of luxurious stores, Bijoo’s family blinked their eyes, unable to find a place to look.

As their eyes met, Bijoo smiled brightly and held up his wallet.

“I’m rich! Anything you want…”

Clang, clang.

As they saw the 100 won and 50 won coins falling from the wallet, the family burst into laughter.

Bijoo, who was squatting down and picking up the coins, smiled brightly.

“Really, buy whatever you want.”

It was a happy time for everyone.

“I, I wanted to try this too. Woojoo Hyung said he did this for his grandma. I’ll buy everything from here to here…”

As Bijoo went from one end of the hanger to the other, he suddenly disappeared.

“…Son, where did you go?”

“Bijoo!”

“Hyung, why do you get lost even here…?”

That day, the department store celebrity sighting post had ‘New Black Bijoo not a concept lost child ㅇㅇ’.

Meanwhile, the other families were also having a good time.

Expensive meat restaurant.

Junghyun, who had put on an apron, looked at his father with a meat tongs and said, “Dad. What is the meat that your son buys for you?”

“Love?”

“Of course it’s meat. What are you talking about, Dad?”

“Hey. You bastard!”

The meat restaurant owner politely clasped his hands and took orders as much as Junghyun’s family ate meat by the kg.

“Jiho, are you upset?”

“…”

“My youngest~”

“No, I’m not really hurt. I bought these expensive gifts and everything, but they only talk about the letter. No, I’m not hurt… I’m really not hurt. Anyway, if they like the letter so much, I’ll only write letters from now on.”

He was upset to see his family only moved by the handwritten letter, even though he had bought them expensive gifts.

“Ah, it’s so quiet… I feel like I’m alive… Oof!”

Someone had turned the hotel bathroom into a water park after slipping in the jacuzzi while trying to read a book.

And then.

【Farming Children = Huge Success】

Stepmom [My son bought me a gift hehehe]

Stepmom [I’m so happy~~~]

Junghyun’s Dad [(Picture)]

Junghyun’s Dad [There’s more food than we can eat, good, good]

Junghyun’s Dad [We ate until we couldn’t breathe, today was our best effort]

Jiho’s Dad [The heart is what matters most]

Jiho’s Dad [(Picture)]

Jiho’s Dad [But the son of a gun only wrote two lines in his letter]

Jiho’s Dad [Even kimbap has more than two lines]

The group chat was filled with reviews saying ‘I’m so happy~’.

And among them, there was someone who showed a relaxed attitude while looking at the messages that kept coming up.

It was Mrs. Kim Deoksoon, who had a smile of satisfaction on her face.

Gunsan City.

A couple who had come for a trip was wandering around the city to find some good restaurants.

“It should be around here…”

“Is it really that good?”

“It always comes up when you search for the best Korean meal. A senior I know went there and he always talks about their crab dish whenever he mentions Gunsan.”

“Really?”

The couple turned into a side street as they said ‘the owner is grumpy but he gives a lot of side dishes’.

But unfortunately, when they arrived, the store shutter was already down.

As they were about to leave, looking at the shabby sign that said ‘Soon’s Korean Meal’.

Clang, a sound came along with the store door opening and someone came out.

“Whoa…? Who’s that?”

“Maybe that’s the owner. Let’s ask…”

They stopped in their tracks as they saw the person’s outfit who came out of the store.

Anyone could tell that it was an attire for going home after finishing the business.

As they were feeling disappointed and hoping for the next time, a sound caught their attention.

Beep, beep-

A fire lit up in a luxury foreign car that was parked nearby.

The grandmother who owned the Korean meal place lightly brushed her hair that was fluttering in the wind and wrapped a scarf elegantly.

‘Could it be that she’s the owner of that car…?’

‘Is she the car owner…?’

As they blinked and stared, the car swiftly passed by them. They thought they heard a familiar song from inside the car.

It was Deoksoon-ah sung by some idol.

As the car zoomed by, they blinked their eyes.

“Wow. I only heard stories that famous restaurant owners drive Benz when they close the shutter. It must be a really famous Korean meal place. The owner’s car is…”

“It must be doing really well?”

The couple, who seemed to have stopped thinking at the same point, turned their heads and looked at each other.

The man said seriously, “Should we come back here tomorrow?”

“Let’s do that.”

It was the moment when a wrong misunderstanding was arising among the tourists who visited Gunsan.

Lemon Entertainment.

The A&R Team staff, who had documents tucked under their arms, entered the conference room with yawns.

“Hello!”

“Hi~”

The staff smiled at the cheerful greetings of the New Black members.

They looked much brighter than before, thanks to the recent hiring of external staff.

After exchanging stories about the airport masked villain meme that had been a hot topic a while ago.

“You all got your settlement, right? Congratulations.”

“Thank you.”

“What did you do?”

“I bought gifts for my family or used it for personal purposes.”

Someone said with a hint of envy, “You have to be careful. You’re not the only ones who get scammed. Seriously.”

“I know. The President personally contacted us on the settlement day. He said to be careful of these and those scammers…”

“Well. The President is very thorough about that.”

As they were talking, Director Jo Gyuhwan, the chief producer, walked into the conference room with a coffee in his hand.

“Good morning, everyone~”

He pulled out a chair and sat down across from the head seat, and the meeting began with Woojoo sitting in the middle of the table.

“Uh…”

But Woojoo’s reaction was strange today.

He seemed to have something to say, but he hesitated. Instead of his usual cheerful smile, he had a somewhat awkward grin on his face.

‘Why is he acting like this?’

‘Is he suddenly shy?’

‘You are free, everyone. Shout it out. Woojoo.’

As they watched him with different thoughts, a soft voice came out.

“Um, I have something I want to tell the staff.”

“Something you want to tell?”

Director Jo tilted his head.

“What is it?”

“…I realized something important while filming ‘Men Go’ this time. I wanted to tell you before the meeting started.”

“Tell us.”

“First, I have a question.”

“Yeah.”

It was when Director Jo and the A&R Team members nodded and sipped their iced americanos.

Woojoo asked, “Um, was I the Dooly that everyone was talking about at the company?”

“Pfft-!”

Coffee fountains erupted all over the conference room.