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[ㅅㄲ*, he’s showing off because he’s a dance member, but when compared to a real dancer, isn’t he just so-so? ㅠㅠ What a pity.]

(T/N: Korean slang equivalent to WTF)

[Jin Dasol inviting him to his crew was just lip service… ㅋㅋ ~ anyway, since Mup won’t debut, the Mup fans can take that as their lifelong pride!]

With talk already circulating about Kim Joo An and the dance break center position in the broadcast segment, 

[Hongdae Street Dance I-Like Choi Gun Young vs. Targeting Star Trainee! A complete turnaround of the trainee’s skills ㄷㄷ*] 

(T/N: online slang to represent fear or shock. Refers to shivering.)

This dance, which didn’t lose out even when compared to a professional dancer, was the perfect opportunity to solidify Kim Chunyong’s position and justification. 

‘But why! Why! Why now, of all times, when I’m working, Chunyong, aaaargh!!’

Of course, even if NBML were to rush to Hongdae right now, it wasn’t certain whether she would be able to see Kim Chunyong or not.

‘Still, if I can get the proper WeTube viral hit, not through this low-quality, short video, but through the well-shot footage I took….’

Resolutely making up her mind, NBML cautiously stood up and headed towards another desk.

“Um… Chief Park.”

“Huh? What’s up?”

“Well, I was wondering if I could… step out for a bit this afternoon… I’ll finish today’s work after working late. I’ll make sure it doesn’t affect my duties!”

“Huh, now? Suddenly? If you had told me earlier…”

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry! This won’t happen again next time! I really! It’s really urgent!”

While (formerly) Shooting Rex, now NBML, was fighting her own battle for Kim Chunyong from where he couldn’t see,

“Taking song requests! I can sing any genre!”

Kim Chunyong was also continuing his own battle.

*   *   *

Hongdae’s main street, just during lunch hour, was crowded with people.

“Hey, hey. Let’s go watch that busking performance.”

“Huh? I saw them dancing when we passed by earlier. I’m not really into dancing. I wouldn’t understand even if I watched…”

“That’s over. Now they say idol trainees are going to sing?”

“Whoa… trainees? Then let’s just look at their faces and grab something to eat?”

I kept a kind smile on my face as I watched the passersby who were still casting curious glances at me, Logan, and Won Hyeop hyung after the street dance with Choi Gun Young.

It wasn’t just because of comments like, ‘He looks scary,’ or ‘He looks rough.’ It was to make sure that no one could look at a smiling face and just walk away without a word.

‘By the way, it’s a bit surprising that Choi Gun Young backed off like this.’

Choi Gun Young, whom I expected to throw a fit and curse up a storm, surprisingly matched with me for the next song and then quickly left.

“Huff… hey, you. You’re Kim Chunyong, right?”

“Huh? Oh… yes, that’s right.”

“See you next time, you idol trainee brat!”

Leaving behind a line like something out of an Xket gang. 

If things go well, it’s good for me, but for some reason, I had a strange, uneasy feeling… 

As if I’d somehow gained his favor. 

Usually, when someone loses like that, their pride gets hurt, and they get even angrier, right? 

Why did he back off so easily?

“Hey! I’ll need it for next time, so let me have your number―” 

“Gun Young hyung, please! You don’t have to go around spreading that you’re an idiot by asking an idol trainee for his number!”

“Pfft.” 

Was he really just a fool, as the pale-faced IllRic member said? 

‘Since we’re the same gender, it’s no big deal to just give him my number.’

“We’ll start filming soon! Chunyong, thank you for helping out. Thanks to you, everything went smoothly….”

“Oh, no problem. It was a good experience for me too.”

Anyway, I brightly responded to the junior PD, easily erasing thoughts of Choi Gun Young from my mind. 

No matter what, the important thing is today’s main objective. 

After all, I’m not likely to run into Choi Gun Young again unless I make another appearance on ‘Dancing Street’ or unless it’s a coincidence upon coincidence.

“Bro, I’m all set.” 

“…Oh. You brought it.”

Logan, who had already slung his precious guitar over his shoulder, wore a serious expression. 

It was because of what I had said to Logan earlier, before making that gamble of a move.

“Even if we don’t win, we can perform here, and if we do win, we can perform here too. You go to the van and grab your guitar.”

The opponent might be skilled enough to appear on ‘Dancing Street,’ but Choi Gun Young is still just roaming around Hongdae. 

The idea that I could either tie or win against someone like him, with no chance of losing, seemed to have motivated Logan.

“…Did you discuss the setlist with Won Hyeop hyung?”

“Yes! For the first song, we’re going with the acoustic version of our ‘Aiming’ rearrangement―”

Logan’s bright expression was a good sign. 

Seeing him confidently doing what he does best was really encouraging. 

That’s how confidence builds up.

“Oh, that’s good. But Logan, hold on a second.”

However, through this mission, I needed to confirm not just a successful WeTube viral hit, but also the reason why I have to keep Logan from leaving. 

…The reason why this guy *has* to become a member of ‘Arrows.’

“Do I really have to go up on a stage like this? I think one drunk is enough.”

“Liu Wei! How can you talk like that with him right next to you!”

“…I said it because he doesn’t seem to be sober enough to understand.”

I briefly recalled my days causing trouble with Liu Wei during our Arrows activities, and gently released the tension in my clenched fist, placing a hand on Logan’s shoulder.

“Logan. Can you rearrange a song you’ve just heard on the spot?”

“…What? What did you say?”

“Well, here’s the thing.”

The preliminaries for today were now over. 

It was time to gain the assurance I needed from this dazed-looking Liverpool boy.

“…Huh?”

“Not just rearranging. Every song you’ve already composed, and everything you can do.”

Let’s do it all today. 

With today’s mission, I plan to not only listen to Logan’s story but also confirm Logan’s true genius.

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