Assistant Manager Kim Hates Idols - Chapter 81
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| Episode 81. Cafeteria Opens
Can you answer any questions?
“What is that?”
When I asked, Kang Ki-yeon answered.
“Hyung, you reply to almost all the posts that come up on your fan cafe. Is it not okay to do that?”
As Kang Ki-yeon said, I was answering FAQ questions like the sun god at the Spark fan cafe.
≫ Hey guys, did you eat all the snacks after the live?
└ I had some left so I grabbed them with a sealing tong. The most popular snack today was honey pizza! 
Since new articles are uploaded slowly, investing just 30 minutes a day is enough.
I think the person who posted the comment wanted a reply from another member other than me, but I still posted it with the thought that it would not be offensive since it would increase the amount of information…
“Okay. Good.”
Kang Ki-yeon’s idea wasn’t bad. I could lower my concentration while telling other members’ stories.
“Then, I guess I should collect your questions, hyung?”
“It’s okay because I have some saved up on a regular basis. I think it would be enough to save up a little more for events.”
“Why do you usually collect things like that… … .”
Kang Ki-yeon shook his head as if he didn’t understand. Who would have thought that they gathered them on purpose?
So I thought I had overcome a difficult time.
That is, until I heard the shocking news that I had to film the video first.
“Me first?”
I pointed at myself with my finger and asked the manager.
The first thing he said when he came to the practice room today was, ‘I think Jakon will start filming from Iwol!’
I really wanted to say, “The leader is Jeong Seong-bin, so why?” But I held back because I was an adult who had grown old.
And the manager completely shattered my mature mindset.
“Yeah. Your birthday is the earliest. They go by age.”
In this day and age, isn’t it so tedious to still talk about age?
Shouldn’t we put the leader of the Dorisang unit first and then send the rest out in order of skill?
So I ended up making a video that no one would care about, just because I was born in February.
Since it’s come to this, I have no choice but to sacrifice myself and hope that other people’s views will skyrocket.
‘But who would be interested in my conceit?’
If I were a fan of this group, I wouldn’t even want to look at the hole member who you can tell is a jerk just by looking at the fancam.
I don’t think they’ll do it half-heartedly just because no one’s watching, but the video team needs to provide enough support to film it. This is a big deal.
“Why are you mumbling to yourself like that?”
Choi Je-ho came up to me and asked.
“I wonder what I should do then. It’s harder than I thought to find the amount of content that will fill 20 minutes by myself.”
“hmm.”
The rest are seriously thinking about it, but I feel very peaceful alone.
But wait a minute. Isn’t this not the time for you to be at peace?
I asked, a little bewildered.
“Aren’t you worried?”
“I think I’ll fill 10 minutes with a dance medley.”
Look at this new X?
“What’s your attitude? Are you already walking around with your screws loose?”
When I spoke seriously, Choi Je-ho’s expression became subtle. He seemed more embarrassed than annoyed.
“No, I wasn’t trying to do it roughly?!”
Choi Je-ho shouted as if he was being treated unfairly.
“Our album is less than 10 minutes long, including all the songs on the album. If you’re only bringing in two or three songs and calling it a medley, what else is that if not a sign of being sloppy?”
“I was going to do a cover dance!”
Oh. That’s what it was?
Certainly, there has always been a demand for cover dances for Choi Je-ho, who is a dance member and center. I wonder how he forgot about it after seeing it with tears running down his eyes before.
I thought that Choi Je-ho himself had a computer error in his head when he came up with such a unique opinion, but this time it was clearly my mistake. I apologized to him sincerely.
“I’m sorry. I misunderstood.”
“Okay. But what’s wrong with you?”
“Me? Why?”
“You’re being sensitive. Since yesterday.”
I?
It was something I hadn’t even thought about. I wondered what he was talking about, and I even chewed over whether I understood Choi Je-ho’s words well.
No, of course, because of the system, my mood has been on a roller coaster ride since yesterday… … .
It was a bigger shock than when Jeong Seong-bin noticed my discomfort the other day.
This time, the opponent is none other than Choi Je-ho. He must be even more insensitive than a polar bear.
If this guy felt sensitive when he saw me, I couldn’t even imagine how uncomfortable the other guys must have felt with me.
“I guess I was just tired. I’m okay now.”
“Okay then.”
Then Choi Je-ho turned around and went back to doing his job.
A dorm where a person who has the least skills and uses his age as a weapon to nag others while walking around saying, “I’m sensitive right now.”
“It’s the worst.”
A deep sigh came from my lower abdomen. It seems I had removed the screw.
* * *
I was very disappointed in myself for not being able to control my emotions properly.
So, as a way of reflecting, I wrote three pages of an apology diary, full of apologies. I thought my fingers were going to break.
He also apologized to the members for ruining the atmosphere in the dorm. Like the gentle guys they are, they all said, “We didn’t feel it right! You don’t have to apologize!”
In order to correct my crooked attitude, I volunteered and secretly listened to the members’ orders.
I bought a dehumidifier and put it in the shoe cabinet, and I also cleaned the veranda thoroughly with water. Without anyone knowing.
It’s fortunate that I’m inactive now.
If I were active, I would have to clean the living room floor with one hand, write a plan with the other, and practice steps with both feet.
If I get caught doing this alone, according to the dorm rules, everyone has to do the housework, so this morning I was secretly cleaning up the dorm like a boss… … .
“What are you doing there?”
I went into the kitchen to make barley tea and saw Choi Je-ho and Lee Cheong-hyeon standing there in an awkward position.
“We… we… don’t have any dishes to wash!”
“I just finished everything?”
In the first place, there’s not much to do in this place. There has to be someone eating for the dishes to be washed.
Lee Cheong-hyeon, who was caught telling a lie that was not true, immediately stepped down.
I looked at Choi Je-ho and asked with my eyes. It was something like, ‘What are you planning to say as an excuse?’
Then Choi Je-ho answered without hesitation.
“Lee Cheong-hyeon said he wanted to eat kimchi pancake, so I came out to see for myself.”
“Ah, bro!”
“The two of you were really plotting a conspiracy?”
I looked outside and saw that it was drizzling. Perhaps because it was still morning, all I could hear outside was the sound of rain.
It’s not easy not to think about days like this.
I looked at the guys who were acting all embarrassed and asked.
“Will you do it?”
“yes?”
“Puchimgae. I can’t guarantee that it will taste good.”
Unfortunately, I am not a skewer expert.
Still, Lee Cheong-hyeon’s face lit up. It seemed like a bouquet of flowers had bloomed.
While I was bending down to find a frying pan under the sink, Lee Cheong-hyeon spoke to Choi Je-ho.
“Brother, do you know your mother’s kimchi pancake recipe?”
“I don’t know.”
“Why? Is Choi Je-ho’s kimchi pancake delicious?”
When I asked, Lee Cheong-hyeon nodded his head. Then, like a rapid-fire rap, he passionately talked about how delicious Choi Je-ho’s mother’s kimchi pancake was.
“I’ve only had it once, really? It’s the first time I’ve had such a delicious kimchi pancake. You know that, right? The edges of pancakes are the tastiest, right? But Jeho hyung’s mom’s pancakes are crispy even in the middle. It’s definitely not burnt.”
“… … Is that it?”
“That much? Wow, really.”
When Choi Je-ho muttered in a trembling voice, Lee Cheong-hyeon snorted in disbelief.
“I don’t think you know the value of your mother’s kimchi pancake. Even Joo-woo said it was delicious.”
“Park Joo-woo?”
Choi Je-ho was a little surprised when an unexpected name came out. I was a little surprised too.
“Did he ever say anything was delicious?”
Choi Je-ho asked. His expression was one of genuine curiosity.
“That guy originally ate to live, right? He eats because there’s food. If that Joo-woo hyung said it was delicious, then it’s guaranteed.”
That’s what it was.
Perhaps his taste buds follow his personality, but Park Joo-woo likes light food over oily food, and mild food over spicy food.
While Kang Ki-yeon eats salad without sauce for self-care, this person tends to remove the sauce in order to enjoy the natural taste of the vegetables.
‘If you only have soda to drink, wait until all the carbonation has gone before drinking it.’
But I think Park Joo-woo said that Dong-geurang-ttaeng was delicious during Chuseok. Did it pass because it was a ready-made product?
Anyway, since I had decided to become a voluntary slave, I couldn’t just let it go since I heard that the masters wanted to make kimchi pancakes.
I grabbed Choi Je-ho’s shoulder and turned him towards me.
“hey.”
“why?”
“Go get the recipe from your mother.”
* * *
“Hello? Uh, Mom… … .”
Choi Je-ho, who could no longer bear the nagging from both Lee Cheong-hyeon and me, eventually called his mother.
I wish I had learned how to cook from my mother earlier.
While I was wiping the dust off the windowsill with Lee Cheong-hyeon smiling with satisfaction, a loud noise came from the kitchen.
“Hey, what happened?”
“Isn’t the sink broken?”
Lee Cheong-hyeon and I each said a few words as we threw down the rag and ran into the kitchen.
Then, Choi Je-ho was seen crouching between the sink and the table, and frying pans were poured out in front of him.
“Oh, I spilled something. Mom, what frying pan should I use?”
Choi Je-ho held a large frying pan in each hand and frowned.
The phone conversation with Choi Je-ho that followed was extremely unsettling.
“Frying powder? I don’t know. What about flour?”
“Appropriately rested kimchi? How much rest is needed to be considered appropriately rested?”
“You’ll know when you eat it? There’s only one kimchi in our dorm.”
As Choi Je-ho asked his last question, a loud noise was heard on the other end of the phone. It sounded like the patience of Choi Je-ho’s mother was running out.
For a moment, I had the illusion that I had seen the future.
I’m talking about eating six thick kimchi flour bread loaves, like pancakes, with some hot oil.
By the time I thought of the five guys whose mouths were shiny with kimchi oil, my hand was already tapping Choi Je-ho’s shoulder.
“why?”
Choi Je-ho asked.
It’s like saying ‘Why?’
Hand me the phone, you piece of shit.