The Second Chance of A Suicidal Idol

Watch Party (1)

Joon-woo stood at Reggie's door for the second time. As he approached, he still couldn't help but gawk at the large framed double doors and well-groomed garden. Reggie was rich, richer than Joon-woo had physically encountered, idol wise.

In fact, even as Ha-rin, even as the leading female idol for multiple years, her networth never crossed into the millions. So to see quite literally a trainee, a contestant in a multi-million dollar house baffled Joon-woo even now.

But his admiration was quickly settled as the double doors he stood at were suddenly opened. Reggie Lee poked his head out with a curious and excited smile.

Reggie wore a casual black turtleneck and pants that hugged tight against his waist. His bleached blond hair was highlighted against the dark-colored outfit. He looked quite dressed up to Joon-woo who just wore a grey crew neck and a loose pair of black sweatpants.

Reggie's smile grew as he called: "Ah, you made it– have you eaten yet?"

Joon-woo pursed his lips, he hadn't. His fridge was as bare as his room and as his whole damn apartment. He was hungry, in fact it was 1 P.M. and Joon-woo hadn't eaten all day.

"Uh... Not yet, no." He shyly admitted.

Reggie slightly frowned at the reveal, but opened the doors further as if to invite Joon-woo in. "Come in, come in. My mom made some food!" He chanted, eagerly dashing to the left, to where Joon-woo remembered Reggie's kitchen to be.

Joon-woo followed with a short bow, slipping off his torn sneakers and following Reggie to the large, modernized kitchen. It was definitely bigger than Joon-woo's apartment. But more importantly, various dishes cover the island counter.

Tteokbokki, kimchi stew, galbi. Joon-woo's mouth watered and he looked at Reggie with wide eyes. "She made– all this?"

The smells were heavenly in Joon-woo's nose. Homemade cooking usually only existed in Joon-woo's dreams and now, here it was, in front of him.

Reggie nodded in confirmation, looking at Joon-woo's surprised expression as if proud. "My mom's a good cook." He simply replied, scratching at his face, "She made it all because she missed me– and you."

Joon-woo nodded in agreement, his empty stomach grumbled, "Me?" He asked in confusion.

"You made quite the impression on her." Reggie joked, patting Joon-woo on the back, "Let's eat." He said, leading Joon-woo to a stack of plates with a fond smile upon his face, "You have to try her kimchi stew– it's actually heavenly..."

Joon-woo nodded, looking up at Reggie every now and then as he ranted about each dish his mother had made.

"And her galbi. I've watched her make it almost every weekend for the last few years and I still don't know how she makes it so good. Like, she adds all the ingredients someone would usually add, but then– it tastes like– I don't even know how to describe it." Reggie went on, and now they had spent more time chatting about food than eating.

Joon-woo couldn't help it, though. Reggie, who usually contained his excitement in fear of evil editing, seemed to be the happiest, the most fond, when talking about his mother. His cheeks were raised higher and Joon-woo thought it was cute how Reggie talked with his hands.

Footsteps trailed down from spiral stairs. Joon-woo peaked his head up, Reggie following suit. Reggie's mother, decked out in black dress pants and a fancied crochet cardigan appeared. Her long hair was tied into a bun and upon spotting Joon-woo, hurried down the stairs.

She approached the duo with a smile, patting Reggie upon his head and ruffling the 6'0' man's hair as if a habit. "I hear you've been talking about my food?" She asked Reggie.