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Ten minutes into the commercial break, the second episode of **Targeting Star** began. About twenty minutes in, Kim Chunyong returned home with the chicken he had picked up.

“I’m back….”

“Hey, you little punk, did you catch the chicken and cook it yourself? What the…?”

Kim Bomi started to chew out her brother but stopped mid-sentence when she saw his pale face.

“Kim Chunyong. What’s wrong with you?”

“What’s…?”

“You look like someone punched you where it doesn’t show. Mom, look at his face. Right?”

“Hmm? Yeah, Chunyong, you don’t look well. Did something happen outside?”

“No! Seriously, nothing happened. I’m just happy to be back around the neighborhood.”

“That’s a lie if I’ve ever heard one….”

Kim Chunyong forced a smile to reassure his family and then set the takeout chicken on the table.

Before and after getting the chicken, he had checked the online reactions to the first episode.

[⎿How can an idol trainee be named Kim Chunyong? How can an idol trainee be named Kim Chunyong?]

[⎿I’ll give him credit for having the guts to come out with that name….]

[⎿But isn’t his smile okay? It’s not that bad.]

[⎿With those sharp features, not smiling would be a disaster. crazy lol.]

There were insults and compliments, but overall, it wasn’t too bad.

Kim Chunyong nodded while munching on a chicken neck.

Having experienced much worse during his time as an “infamous” member, the comments didn’t hit as hard. In fact, some of them were even helpful.

Negative comments like [I hope that punk crashes into a guardrail soon] or [This thug-looking jerk probably has unexposed bullying cases] were the kind that left a mark.

However, even someone like Kim Chunyong, who had a strong mentality, had a reason for the concern on his face.

“Hey, you know…”

“What is it? Aren’t we playing rock-paper-scissors?”

“Just take this bribe first, then listen to my question.”

Finally, Kim Chunyong handed out chicken drumsticks to his family and asked them ‘that’ question.

“What is it? What’s so important that you’re buttering us up like this? Make it short and sweet.”

“I’m not giving this just to lie, you know.”

“So, I’ve been thinking about this…”

Kim Chunyong’s voice lightly trembled. His worried and somewhat fearful expression was apparent.

His family, sensing the seriousness, waited for him to speak.

What on earth could have him in such a state?

After rubbing his face with his hands several times and sighing twice, Kim Chunyong slowly began to speak.

“My name is really…”

Is it really that old-fashioned?

The parents, who had given him his name, froze, while Kim Bomi and Kim Nari covered their mouths.

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