Chapter 75: Be Careful How You Behave

Self‑proclaimed the brain of our household.

A person whose head really turns remarkably well in this direction.

Only then did Ha Junseo hit his knee with his hand as if he had just remembered. His face seemed much brighter than before.

“Oh, right. Seohan hyung is the PD, right?”

After all, he's just a rookie PD with just a few years of experience, but he definitely knows this field better than us.

It wasn't strange that the members’ eyes sparkled as if they'd met a savior.

The title “PD” carries a certain vibe, you know.

However.

“But…”

I added with a troubled look on my face, smiling awkwardly.

“I don't know if he'll help.”

“Why?”

“He’s not really interested in me.”

There was a person named PD Do Seojun from SBC.

He’d be the type to stay on the sidelines even if my scandal blew up, not just Cha Seongbin’s.

Would he even help in the first place?

Don’t I have to take a few months’ worth of settlement money and beg to get anything?

Because he is clearly someone who practices “give and take,” a sense of anxiety had already begun to creep in.

“I’ll ask anyway, even if I have to sell myself.”

Here, “sell myself” didn’t mean selling my name—I literally meant being sold.

Three months of dishwashing, five months of cleaning.

Becoming Do Seojun’s personal automatic mood‑light (feat. turning off the lights).

“Ah, my head is spinning already.”

But what can I do.

Gotta grab even a rotten lifeline.

Lunchtime, the cafeteria on the first floor of SBC Broadcasting Station.

Reporter Lee Doyeon, holding coffee cups in both hands, spotted someone.

A face that seemed a bit too good to be sitting here in the capacity of a PD.

It was Do Seojun PD, who looked like my younger brother but more sharply handsome.

With that face in a broadcasting station, wouldn’t he be cast as an actor?

If Seohan was the epitome of an idol, that side was definitely the epitome of an actor.

It seemed like such a thing had happened in reality, but the person himself was nonchalant.

“Huh?”

Yet today, a shadow lay across that overly handsome face.

She smiled and placed two cups of coffee on the table.

“PD‑nim, you seem a bit under the weather today?”

Reporter Lee Doyeon was someone I had recently started meeting, and we were developing into a couple.

The two of us, with our difficult personalities, had been carefully treading the line of a blossoming romance by toning down our usual selves.

But.

Of all mornings, today my personality had been particularly awful—and she had noticed it.

Do Seojun PD awkwardly smiled while gulping his bagel.

“…Is it obvious?”

“Yes, a bit… more than a bit.”

His expression seemed like someone ready to bury someone alive, lost in thought, and I couldn't help but feel curious.

Reporter Lee Doyeon blinked and asked subtly.

“Is something wrong?”

“Not really... but I think I need to leave work early today.”

Even though this must be a particularly busy time, he's taking personal leave?

That doesn’t happen for no reason.

She swallowed a bitter laugh and spoke.

“What? So something is wrong. What exactly is it?”

“Wellmm…”

Do Seojun lightly tapped the innocent table with his hand and smiled faintly.

That smile was gentle, but his words were brutal.

“There’s one crazy person blocking my younger brother’s future.”

From his calm tone came an inexplicable depth of irritation.

“Well, what can I do.”

Screeech—

Do Seojun PD pulled his chair and stood up, giving a sly smile.

“I’m going to kick some ass.”

Do Seojun was ten years older than Do Seohan, so since middle school he had, in effect, carried his younger brother on his back.

When Seohan was in his uniform walking home from school, he’d always run along tugging his kindergarten‑aged backpack, begging to play.

In Do Seojun’s memory, Seohan still remained in that time.

“Me! Buy me ice cream!”

“Me! Play with me!”

That little kid—when did he grow up so disgustingly… now he’s watching me carefully.

Do Seojun furrowed his brows and asked his younger brother.

“Are you short on allowance?”

“That’s not it.”

He suddenly showed up at my parents’ house, and said that wasn’t the reason he called me.

“So then… to get me on the show? Hyung still doesn’t have that level of authority.”

“That’s not it either.”

“Then what is it?”

Seohan sighed deeply and shook his head.

“I came to ask another favor.”

“What favor?”

Do Seojun nodded as if inviting him to speak.

That demeanor made him look merciful, like someone who’d grant any request.

“So, one of the members is in a bit of trouble right now… anyway…”

From the scandal with the fandom to needing a way to stop that classmate jerk.

But when Seohan finally laid out the full backstory…

“Why me?”

He only uttered that single phrase with an indifferent expression.

“Wait a moment!”

Seohan anxiously sat up and straightened his posture.

“I’ll take on the personal mood‑light duty. Three months.”

“What kind of statement is that, like I’m abusing my younger brother?”

He’d been pestering everyone day in and day out to turn off the lights when sleeping, and now this.

Seohan swallowed a grumble internally and continued.

“My reaction speed is fast. Because I’m the main dancer.”

Like a hamster making a sudden dash from a buzzer, I could just turn off the switch and leave.

It was supposed to be a modest appeal, but…

“You’re busy and don’t come to the main house anyway.”

Even though we live together, that condition held no weight.

“I’ll even cook ramen for you!”

“You laced it with poison, didn’t you?”

……

“That ramen you made is basically poison. I wouldn’t eat it even if you gave it to me.”

No deal he offered would sway me.

Do Seojun crossed his arms and shook his head.

“I absolutely won’t help. If things get complicated, only I’ll be in trouble, ya.”

Unless it was my brother’s own problem, I wouldn’t help.

Why would I help some fellow member I don’t even know just because he’s handsome?

There’s no way I’d help.

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.

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“So then, why on earth?”

Why did I come all the way here?

All that personal mood‑light business for three months and stuff.

Do Seojun sighed deeply and grabbed his throbbing head.

“I raised my brother damn well. Making this old hyung do all this work.”

I thought being a PD in Korea was insanely hard, but living as the idol brother seems several times harder.

“Do Seohan, you’ll take care of hyung’s old age, right?”

Our Seohan must succeed.

An old hyung’s retirement depends on your success.

“Oh my god, shit.”

Do Seojun spat out months’ worth of curses and put his hand in his pocket.

A 24‑hour unmanned café with a clear view of Haesung Apartment.

Because it was inside the apartment complex, even though it was just past lunchtime, there wasn’t a single person in the afternoon.

Just in time, Han Inyoung was walking over from the other side.

It was a face I had been waiting for desperately.

Do Seojun, as if nothing had happened, grinned and greeted that boy.

“Mr. Jang Juwon?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Please sit here.”

The guy who opened the café door and came in had bright yellow dyed hair—a delinquent type.

It seemed like the dye was old, because black roots were showing from the hairline.

And it wasn’t even neat, giving him an even rougher vibe.

If Cha Seongbin was edgy roughness, this was just… let’s not even talk.

Overall, he looked like a brat who’d pop gum and chew someone out.

Do Seojun gently asked in a soft voice.

“Are you an entertainment trainee?”

“Yes, but… are you a con artist?”

He came thinking this was a PD from a broadcasting station, but he didn’t seem to fully trust it.

Do Seojun smiled at the provocative remark and handed over his business card.

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Jang Juwon sarcastically flipped the card over front and back after receiving it.

“Wow, you even sold business cards. You really seem even more like a con artist.”

“I’m Do Seojun, SBC producer who’s been traveling around Korea on the run.”

“Oh, really?”

Jang Juwon cracked a hollow laugh with his arms crossed.

As if someone who’d never even been a trainee wouldn’t know better — how many years have I been in this field, would I fall for such a flimsy con?

“So… if I give you money, you’ll get me on the show?”

……

“Or did you brought a contract or something? Planning a full-on scam if you're gonna scam?”

Though his tone was outright aggressive, he didn’t shake much.

Do Seojun snorted and shrugged his shoulders.

With that level of suspicion, even throwing my name from the show’s main page wouldn’t be believed — maybe this is better.

He spoke calmly.

“If you don’t believe me, check last week’s airing. The scene where the rookie PD almost got pranked on live TV was aired exactly as it happened.”

“Ha, that’s just ridiculous…”

Jang Juwon mumbled irritably as he pulled his phone from his pocket.

Things that’d come up just by searching online.

It was absurd that scammers these days do it so sloppily.

He typed “travelling around Korea on the run” into Naver and scrolled the page.

“Oh?”

The sardonic smirk that had been on his lips just moments ago vanished.

“No way.”

At the same time, Jang Juwon’s complexion turned pale.

“What… it’s real?”

Frowning in disbelief, Jang Juwon turned to look at the PD sitting across from him.

That man on the screen and the person in front of him.

There was no possible confusion.

Not a face you'd ever see commonly anywhere.

“Really… are you the PD-nim?”

“Now do you feel like talking?”

Do Seojun spat out harshly.

I had heard some background stories through Cha Seongbin.

He was apparently just scraping by from jobs while hopping around small agencies.

He’d been a trainee for five years but had shown no real results.

Either no talent, or not enough effort. Or both unclear.

Well, that’s probably what kind of guy he was.

I didn’t want to get interested in the life of some delinquent.

“I’m far busier than you’d think, so I’ll get straight to the point.”

Do Seojun turned on his phone screen and set it on the table.

What caught Jang Juwon’s eyes first was the bright blue JjaekJjaek account that appeared at that moment.

His pupils trembled quickly for an instant.

Do Seojun spoke in a low tone.

“Did you write this post?”

An account screen full of criticism toward Cha Seongbin.

Clearly, it was the account he had operated.

Jang Juwon’s face darkened rapidly.

“What? You said you're a PD from the broadcasting station… were you from Doubles Entertainment?”

Why would someone claiming to be an SBC PD show this to just a trainee?

Frowning, Jang Juwon responded coldly.

“Oh, were you involved with the Starf production team?”

“Did you write it?”

“I didn’t write it. I’ve never seen that post before.”

“Oh really?”

Do Seojun chuckled dryly and clicked on a photo in the fans’ account.

It was the photo Seohan had tipped him off about.

“That watch is kind of nice. Is it expensive?”

……!

A blurred validation photo of a man wearing a watch.

Jang Juwon glared at the watch on his wrist and clenched his teeth.

“Oh shit.”

Of all days, he wore this watch today.

The description matched exactly.

Leaning his back, Jang Juwon let out a grim smile.

“Wow, what is this… you came to threaten me.”

“Of course I did.”

There was no need to be polite anymore.

Truthfully, I’d been holding back quite a bit already.

I had no intention of sweet-talking this thug to persuade him gently.

“I came today to discipline you.”

“What… did you say?”

At that cold line, Jang Juwon’s face turned icy.

“Wow… wow…”

Whether he reacted or not.

Do Seojun had no plan to let go of his prey once caught.

“How about trying to get filmed by the broadcasting station PD? Your trainee life will start in hardcore mode, you know?”

“Wow… which PD are you? Is it okay to threaten like this?”

Why not?

“All the hardship you’re going through to debut, I can turn that into vapor. Hard to believe, right?”

Jang Juwon.

The first time I heard your name I felt like I’d seen it before, and Seojun soon recalled.

You were listed as a contestant on the SBC idol debut program that aired earlier this year.

Do Seojun let out a sardonic laugh and spoke.

“You’re about to appear on ‘Boy’s Dream.’ Did you know I’m on that show too?”

At that one line, Jang Juwon’s face turned chalk-white.

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