The Maknae Has to Be an Idol

Chapter 181

It happened while we were on live. We were about to finish our performance ‘Blue Summer Night’ while watching a collection of funny shorts.

—Hahahaha

—Omg, these guys ahahahah

—Dong-Jun is dying in the corner ahaha

—Are they all right? Lol

Our chatrooms became filled with laughing sound effects and emoticons and people asking us if we were okay. Dong-Jun was so tired from laughing that he was lying on the floor with his arms and legs stretched out. Do-Seung appeared to have gotten a cramp from laughing and sat in the corner while groaning. It seemed he couldn’t believe the situation and kept smirking to himself.

As the main dancer of the group, Woon kept trying to continue the dance but he also couldn’t endure it any longer and collapsed. The only ones who remained were Yeon-Hoon and I, but the reasons for our stay were different. I tried my hardest not to laugh but Yeon-Hoon was the opposite.

“Ah~ That’s so funny!” Yeon-Hoon laughed often while dancing so this amount of laughing didn’t break his concentration. He was able to go through the entire performance from beginning to end while laughing.

“Today was really fun. It’s been a really long time since I laughed until my stomach hurt,” Yeon-Hoon said after the choreography was over without breaking out a sweat.

“Haa...is it finally over?”

“Finally...”

“Haaa...”

Now that the song was over, Dong-Jun, Do-Seung, and Woon barely managed to get up after rolling on the floor.

“Then, should we stand side-by-side here and give our final farewell?” Yeon-Hoon said while trying to settle the situation. In ‘Idol Encyclopedia’, the live broadcast usually didn’t last more than five minutes since if it was too long, it could affect the main program. It was supposed to end after we showed our performance well once.

—Noooo don’t go

—Hey guys, I’m Yoo Won-Dong, what was the first verse of the next song again~?

—Besides the spoilers, shouldn’t they go on a comedy show or something hahaha

After glancing at the live chats that popped up endlessly, we said our closing lines.

“We had a very enjoyable and nice time while doing Idol Encyclopedia today. For exact details, please watch the main program that will air this week on Friday! Then, bye everyone! Thank you~”

“Let’s see each other again soon!”

“Goodbye, Sailors~”

“See you again~”

We said our closing comments while looking at the live broadcast cameras. The live broadcast would end if the producer just clicked the end button.

[Mission Success]

[You achieved 500,000 sales in the first week.]

[Erasing Woon’s death flag.]

‘...What?’ I just got a mission success alarm. Thank goodness it rang right when the live broadcast was ending. If it had rang even 10 seconds earlier, people would have made all sorts of guesses and theories about my strange behavior on Bluebird.

“...Oh my.” I froze while standing and looked blankly in space.

“Live is over! Good work everyone!”

“Thank you!”

“Good work~”

While the producers and staff paid formalities to each other, I stood, not doing anything.

“Tae-Yoon?”

“What?”

“Are you feeling unwell?”

“Why do you look so stiff?”

It appeared I had looked too awkward, and my members stopped greeting the staff to check up on me.

“Ah...well.” I organized my thoughts before speaking. I shouldn’t have been so surprised since I already prevented Do-Seung’s death before. I already knew that I would succeed in this mission soon too—it was just much earlier than I expected.

“...No, it’s nothing. I think I’m just tired after working all day long.” I fixed my expression and spoke so that my members wouldn’t be worried about me.

“Really?”

“Do you really not have any problems?”

“Do you want to eat something sweet?”

My members seemed to have thought I was sick again and looked worried. I waved away their worries and looked at Woon. Since I prevented Woon’s death, I protected half of my members now.

‘Now, there’s half left. I can do it.’

Even if the system gave me any additional missions, I was confident that I could protect the rest of my team.

***

My members heard that we reached 500,000 sales the next day morning while we got in the car. Though the system automatically counted the numbers and informed me of the news, the members hadn’t been aware of it until then.

“Half of a million?”

“We did it!”

“Ahhhh!”

“Good work you all.”

My members were overjoyed. In Do-Seung’s case, he looked sentimentally outside the window.

“Are you crying?” I asked, thinking that Do-Seung was crying.

“...I wonder how much copyright fee I would get...?” But Do-Seung was feeling emotional thinking about all the copyright fees he would get.

“Ah...yeah.” It wasn’t the emotional line that I was expecting, and I didn’t say more. The music ranking for our title song, ‘Blue Summer Night’ wasn’t bad. After its reveal, we got 11,000 hearts on our entry. And on Mango Chart where the TOP 100 was decided half on streaming count in one hour and another half in twenty-four hours, Blue Summer Night reached 27th place.

The next day, we rose to 19th place and today morning, we got up to 13th place. At this rate, there was a good possibility that we could go within 10th place by this week. Though the album sales would bring in significant revenue, the copyright fees would also bring in a great amount more.

‘Do-Seung would soon be sitting on a huge pile of money.’ Considering his personality, Do-Seung would probably spend his money on just buying music equipment and home gym equipment and stop there, but no one would be displeased about more money coming in.

It was natural that everyone was over the moon about our success. And after hearing that we reached half a million sales first thing in the morning, the whole team was in a good mood. Even while we were getting our hair and makeup done at the salon or when we were changing our clothes with the outfits the stylists got us, my members constantly had smiles on their faces and were 150% nicer than usual.

“Mr. Yeon-Hoon, this outfit—”

“I will wear it! Since it’s coming from you, I’m sure it’s beautiful!”

“You didn’t even see it yet...?”

“Mr. Dong-Jun, your hair—”

“Feel free to try anything on your mind.”

“...?”

“Mr. Woon, how would you like to do your makeup today?”

“I’m fine with any makeup.”

“Any?”

“You always do a splendid job so I can leave everything up to you with no worries.”

“Oh really?”

“How would like you to get yours done, Mr. Do-Seung?”

“You can do what you are most comfortable but confident in doing.”

“...Oh my.”

My members’ moods were at their peaks, and it seemed their stylists and make-up artists sensed it too and responded more eagerly than before. Of course, I was also the happiest I had been in a while. I not only erased Woon’s death flag but achieved half a million sales.

“Mr. Tae-Yoon...?”

“Sorry?”

“How would you like to get yours done...?”

“You can just do what you are comfortable with as long as it suits the concept.”

“...Yes, sir! I will do my best to make no mistakes...!”

‘Hm...’ It seemed I wasn’t very compatible with these salon workers. The workers at this salon clearly looked like talkative people, but whenever they came in front of me, they only focused on their work. Anyway, I finished getting my hair and makeup done at the salon and changed into the right outfit. Then, we went to the recording site to start our rehearsal.

It seemed the broadcasting crew also heard about our album sales count and congratulated us.

“Congratulations on reaching 500,000 sales!”

“I think only good things will happen to you guys this year, Siren.”

“You all worked so hard!”

Whenever we met a staff we saw before, they brought up the news of us reaching half a million sales; and every time they did that, we expressed our gratitude, saying it was all thanks to them. Soon afterward, we finished our rehearsal with no incident and looked over our choreography in the waiting room for the last time before our official recording.

“Guys, can you all listen to me for a bit?”

“What is it?”

“Why?”

While we were individually going over our routines, Yeon-Hoon approached us. I thought he was just trying to make a joke or asking for our opinions on the lunch menu, but he continued with a surprisingly serious expression.

“You know it’s our first fan meeting today.”

“Yes?”

“What about it?”

Dong-Jun and Do-Seung who hadn’t been focusing because they thought it would be about a trivial matter began to join in.

“It’s really thanks to the fans that we achieved half a million sales and you know we wouldn’t have been able to have our careers without them, so...”

It appeared Yeon-Hoon was planning to have a more serious conversation than I expected. I grew tense wondering what he was trying to say since he was going on for nso long before getting to the main point.

“Should we have a concept for our fan meeting...?”

“...?”

“...Huh?”

Considering how serious he had sounded, this didn’t sound like much.

“Ahhh! Well, I guess it’s more accurate to say that we should prepare a small event! Why don’t we have an event for our fans!”

Then, Yeon-Hoon continued to explain what he meant.

***

That afternoon, right after Siren finished their recording, Siren fans stood at the live hall with a satisfied look on their faces. They enjoyed Siren’s performance and liked the comments that had been made. Truthfully, they were satisfied by the fact that they were seeing Siren. Since the fans clearly felt how much the Siren members cared about their overall satisfaction, they had nothing more to ask for.

Of course, some people soured the mood on social media that Siren was only acting so dedicated since they just debuted, but the fans wanted to focus on the current. Thus, they were about to return home now that the recording was over when several people’s phones rang simultaneously.

Brr.

Ding—!

Ding—!

Siren’s social media alarms popped up on people’s phones. Fans simply thought a picture of the members in their waiting room or some post had been uploaded. Yet, it was more important than that.

—Is there an outfit that you want Siren to wear again?

a. School Uniform b. Sailor Uniform c. Tech-wear d. Casual

—The survey would be over in 3 hours! Please give us your suggestions, Sailors~!

The post suddenly asked fans what they would like to see Siren members wear. It was obvious what the purpose of the question was. The members would wear according to the results in the next stage or the fan meeting set up to commence this evening. But the obviousness of the post didn’t make the question any worse.

Who would hate the idea of their favorite idols wearing the clothes they wanted them to wear? Since the survey would close in three hours, people quickly participated in it. Three hours later, the results came out and it was ‘school uniform’. The fans thought Siren would wear school uniforms in the next stage, but the posts didn’t end there. Five pictures of the members wearing school uniforms came up.

—Things to do on June 22

—Breathe with all we have

—Eat Lunch like it’s our last

—Play Basketball with all our energy

—Dance with all our might

—Finally, make an important confession

Then, it was followed by a list of events that were hard to understand.

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