The Second Chance of A Suicidal Idol

The Truth (4)

Kite sat both protectively and fearfully on Joon-woo's shoulder. In front of Joon-woo, who sat crisscrossed on the dorm floor, was Carre. The two sponsors stared each other down with death glares.

Joon-woo rubbed at his temples. The whole confusion of everything today was getting to him and these supposed supernatural sponsors were being anything but helpful.

"Sitting on his shoulder so protectively, but aren't you a weakling?" Carre teased Kite.

Kite shook it's head frantically, "Shut up! You don't even have a person to sponsor!"

Joon-woo flicked Kite in the forehead and went to pick up Carre by her nape. The siamese protested for a moment, but her body fell limp in Joon-woo's control after a moment.

"Stop it, both of you." Joon-woo scolded in a low whisper, not wanting to wake Reggie who slept soundly in his bed.

Kite flinched, knowing the harsh tone well. Carre just started licking her paw, pretending to be uncaring about Joon-woo's annoyance.

"I just want an explanation. I just wanna know what the f*ck is going on and why no one remembers Producer Jang-Soo." Joon-woo bluntly stated. He knew being vague would get his point nowhere with these buffoons.

Carre paused, stopping herself mid-cleaning and sighing. "I told you, he's passed on." She explained like the words would even help.

Joon-woo shook his head, "But why? How?"

Kite stayed silent.

Carre sighed in annoyance like Joon-woo was a thorn in her side. "You were put into the body of that kid for a purpose, weren't you? Once you fulfill that purpose, you've finished your job and you can pass on." She explained.

"And passing on... It means to forget?" Joon-woo questioned, his brain was still stuck on the fact this was a common thing, successful people of a career being put into the bodies of those who've failed in the same career.

"...Yeah, it does." Kite revealed quietly.

Joon-woo looked at the ground as he tried to piece together the bizarre words he was hearing. His work of getting Producer Jang-Soo to fall was worth nothing? Would he even have a chance at debut? Or was the final line-up in its pre-decided form still valid? What did that mean for him?

"So when I finish my job... if I even do... will they forget me too?" Joon-woo asked, wanting to be sure. A part of him didn't want to leave the group of friends he had made.

Carre scoffed, "Duh."

Kite tightened his grip on Joon-woo's shoulder, "Yes, I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier..."

Joon-woo sank into himself. Really, this was too much. He was doing all this hard work just to be forgotten? "But I'm not debuting. Not now, that you've gone and erased Producer Jang-Soo to whatever Hell or Heaven there is. Really, why would I, bust my *ss in a career that quite literally made me take my own life, just so my hours and days of work will be forgotten? What's the point?"

Neither Kite nor Carre replied.

"Tell me? What punishment would I face if I killed myself right now?" Joon-woo asked, trying to keep his yells to a whisper. "How could it ever be worse than being forced to relive a career that– killed you!"

"Joon-woo..." Kite muttered, trying to calm Joon-woo.

Carre sighed, "It's just protocol, kid. We don't have a say, we just listen to orders."

Joon-woo looked up at the ceiling trying to conceal his rage. "I don't care about your stupid protocols! Really, why would anyone complete these 'missions' if it's all for nothing?!"