𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐈𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲 ―𝐝.𝐨.𝐝

Chapter 69

[ Cho Seungmin's POV ]

I didn't like the leader of VTIC, Cheongryeo.

I asked B to look into his number after I memorized it off of Moondae hyung's screen.

Meanwhile, TeSTAR was in a meeting with a producer from TVC, a broadcasting station affiliated with T1. It was for a show called <Working Man>.

They asked us questions about what we wanted to do job-wise on a small slip of paper.

If I hadn't become an idol, I would have lived 'Cho Seungmin's' life as a small company worker, so I wrote that. I also wrote florist. I liked the flowers from my school's garden.

The meeting started and ended hastily.

I'd have to ask my group about the program later. They have more free time lately, so I'm sure they've watched the first episode of the show already. It didn't look like Moondae hyung liked the idea of being on the show, so there must be something wrong with it.

I didn't have free time to search for it on my own. Even after the music show and meeting with the variety show producers, I had to practice vocals to keep up with the members who had been trainees for far longer, and we practiced our choreography late into the night every day.

"Chungwoo hyung, you're half a beat late because you move your torso before you arm," I noted.

Like during Idol Inc., I was mostly in charge of the choreography. I had the best control of my body in the group, memorized it the fastest, and could see the differences between people the quickest.

I asked Eugene to demonstrate and then mimicked Chungwoo hyung's movement.

"Oh, I see," he said, nodding his head. "Thanks as always, Seungmin."

We started again from the first verse without the music. I recited some words slowly to a beat and danced with them. When I saw that everyone was in sync this time, I gave Chungwoo hyung the thumbs up.

"Great job guys," he smiled. "Let's practice a few more times, and then we can go back."

I was more exhausted than I was when I had to stay up three nights in a gang war siege. 

"But dancing is better than shooting."

I pushed through with this thought.

And then, it was morning again.

We were able to sleep a few hours before we woke up for another meeting I wasn't paying attention to.

The manager had some good news.

"Guys, 670,000 copies of the album were sold!"

It was the first week's album sales.

"...670,000 copies?" Moondae hyung echoed incredulously.

"That's right!"

"The sales volume, not the pre-order volume?"

"No...? Anyway, congratulations!"

I wrapped my arms languidly around Moondae hyung's waist and propped my chin on his shoulder.

"What's wrong, Moondae hyung?" I muttered.

He wasn't pushing away, so he must have been really shocked. He smelled nicely of detergent.

"...It's just a lot."

The others were also overwhelmed.

"Holy moly."

"Isn't this a new record?"