The Second Chance of A Suicidal Idol

Ryeo Hyun (6)

@miyongsleft_ball
10 reasons why Mi Yong and Joon-woo MUST debut together...

Attached to the Weet were repeated individual photos of Mi Yong and Joon-woo. They were taken from their contestant profiles, and included the two in various model poses. They wore Producer10 uniforms, but they were different from the ones worn throughout the show.

The usual uniforms were adjusted and transformed to fit a certain concept on a certain contestant. And when it came to Joon-woo and Mi Yong, their outfits resembled a more cutesy concept compared to Reggie or Ryeo Hyun with their 'bad boy'-esque style concepts.

Joon-woo recalled that day. They were split into groups and told nothing, Joon-woo was grouped with Mi Yong and other baby-faced contestants. He knew from that moment what their assigned concept would be.

Just as he went to scroll to the next Weet, his phone was snatched from his hands. Joon-woo sat up and attempted to grab his phone from the perpetrator and in the process saw who. Jung Hyun-Ok. His expression was blank with the usual small smile, like he hadn't just snatched Joon-woo's whole lifeline from his hands.

"Hyung!" Joon-woo cried. Really, why was his phone always being snatched from his control?

Jung Hyun-Ok closed the Witter app tab and then Joon-woo's phone as a whole. "Nope, no Witter or social media for you or anyone in this room..." He spoke with his voice chilling. "Especially for you, because you're still young..."

Joon-woo squinted his eyes. He had a good guess on why this was happening, but found it annoying. "You're young too, Hyung..." Joon-woo huffed, reaching for his phone and by proxy, standing up from his bed. "You're only two years older than me..."

Ryeo Hyun watched the sight of his roommates with a fond smile. Joon-woo noticed it and tried to ignore the warmth building in his gut.

Jung Hyun-Ok persisted, tossing the phone to Bo Jaesang who was chilling on his top bunk. "Yeah but you're practically addicted to that ancient being of a phone. And you know how mean people could get..."

Joon-woo wanted to scream. He was older than everyone in this room mentally and knew those words better than anyone. He saw the curses against him as Ha-rin and Joon-woo now, Ryeo Hyun, Mi Yong, even Reggie! And thanks to his time as Ha-rin, didn't let the words get to him because it was nothing that serious.

Of course the words against Ryeo Hyun pissed him off. People had wished him death, a life of torture, and even worse– they had meant it. But the ones against him were nothing short of petty fans pressed by the PD pick editing.

Joon-woo eventually gave up though. These guys were under the illusion that Joon-woo was the youngest among them. Being 18 and therefore– the most impressionable. He couldn't convince these guys that he was actually mentally 29 years old and actually older than all of them if he tried.

"Okay I promise I won't go on. Just give me my phone so I can charge it?" Joon-woo pried, but to the snap of Jung Hyun-Ok's fingers, Bo Jaesang placed Joon-woo's phone back in Jung Hyun-OK's hand. Jung Hyun-Ok silently went to charge Joon-woo's phone himself.

"There." Jung Hyun-Ok simply spoke, dusting at his hands. "Now let's prepare for another day of recording. Your team has a lot to prepare, right?"

Joon-woo thought this version of Jung Hyun-Ok to be a bit scary, like a wolf in sheep's clothing. "Yes, Hyung..." He huffed. Really, going from being the oldest in Cheerleader to the youngest here? It was a harder transition than Joon-woo imagined.

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Joon-woo leaned against the practice room wall, the mirror that covered the wall imprinted with the sweat of his neck. He hated having to face the mirror while practicing because it caught all of his faults and missteps and it caught his face. He had always avoided mirrors now, only looking at them when it would be too weird not to.