Top Idol, Anyway (PART 1)

Chapter 32

Of course, I didn't really think it was Kim Woo-young. Because that bastard is too weak to commit such a huge scam.

But even a tiger will come when I say it.

The office door opened and Kim Woo-young entered.

But kid, what happened in the meantime? His lips are torn, and a black bruise is visible beneath his oversized sunglasses. Besides, the voice he spits out is full of resentment.

"Tum! Should I sue you? No matter how wrong I was, can you treat me like this?"

"I told you not to call me Hyung. And..."

Chanyoung, who spoke annoyedly while looking at me, winked at Wooyoung.

I mean, please take a look around.

It was only then that Wooyoung realized I was there and flinched back.

"This, this, this... Why is the bastard here?"

《Annoyance》, 《Anger》, 《Fear》, 《Embarrassment》, 《Contempt》... Ha, are you still despising?

Of course, it's not as deep contempt as it was at the beginning. It seems that this guy has gradually come to feel fear of me, so this will also get better in the future.

I got up from my seat with a slight smile and approached Kim Woo-young.

"Why? I came here to get my promise from you."

Then, a friendly smile crept onto my lips. However, he is busy turning his head around to avoid my high gaze.

"Muh, muh, what promise?"

"The loser decided to grant the winner's wish."

"wish?"

Only then did Wooyoung's gaze linger on me.

"Wooyoung, you lost."

"what?"

Perhaps he had forgotten his condition, Wooyoung took off his sunglasses and narrowed his eyes.

"What are you talking about? I lost?."

But the condition of his face is more serious than I thought.

"It's true that you lost. Your team was in last place."

"Hey, man. That's..."

《It's because I couldn't participate in the game itself. If I did, I would win.》

Yes, if he had even the slightest bit of pride, he wouldn't dare say that out of his mouth.

The sense of defeat overflowing from him, the place that he can't see with his eyes open, and I feel a little sorry for him.

This guy just had no idea.

"I don't want much. Just do one of the two."

I asked with a serious face as I touch Wooyoung's shoulders with both hands as if comforting him. Only then will this simple bastard realize the seriousness of the matter.

"Whoz M, Who is it?"

《Who's M? Who is that?》

What, you bastard, not only has no thoughts, but also no brains? The <Typhoon> that you sing to death is the person who made that song.

"You do not know?"

《What's Whoz M? Is he a human? And why do you ask me. His eyes are frightening .》

Woo-young, a little scared, gently pulled my hand off his shoulder. Then swallow dry saliva.

"I...Is that the guy you need to know?"