Assistant Manager Kim Hates Idols - Chapter 85
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| Episode 85. Our Company’s All-Round Entertainer (4)
I couldn’t sympathize at all with Lee Cheong-hyeon’s feelings of belated jealousy and suffering over the joy of children.
I don’t know what it’s like for children to feel joy on Family Month. I’ve never even received a Children’s Day gift in the first place.
I just gave my opinion to use as a reference, but it seems that empathizing with the reference subject was quite important to Lee Cheong-hyeon. Is this the difference between a creator and an office worker?
I was about to say, ‘Can you find some videos of energetic kids on YouTube?’ when I ended up locking eyes with Lee Cheong-hyeon, whose pretty face was on the verge of death.
It’s an emergency. I can’t get first place without that face!
I thought about the world quickly and, with my brilliant wit, came up with a brilliant solution.
“Get up and put on sunscreen.”
“yes?”
“Put on sunscreen because you’re going out!”
* * *
“… … Didn’t you say you were leaving because you needed some reference for your composition?”
Kang Ki-yeon, who was brought in on the charge of needing a photographer, asked with a puzzled look on his face.
Suddenly, a water column spouted out from behind Kang Ki-yeon. It was a water show that even cooled the hearts of those who watched it.
“That’s right. How is it, Cheong-hyeon? Do you think inspiration will come to you?”
“The fountain is gushing out so spectacularly!”
As soon as Lee Cheong-hyeon finished speaking, a stream of water rose from the bare floor.
The place I led them to was the Children’s Grand Park, a children’s mecca. At least, of all the places I know, this one had the most children.
“I thought I would never come here again after elementary school… … .”
Kang Ki-yeon muttered.
But you came and went when you were in elementary school. I first came to the Children’s Grand Park when I was twenty-six, even though I hadn’t been there since I was in elementary school.
‘I have to take snapshots of Hanpyeong Industries’ new products, but they said they don’t have the manpower.’
Before we could even begin to reminisce about the bitter memories, two children on kickboards zoomed past us with loud laughter.
I was afraid that Lee Cheong-hyeon’s shoulders would sag, so I took out my composition notebook and pencil case from the backpack I was carrying for him.
“Okay. You can’t go to your dorm until you reach 60% progress today.”
“This is a big deal. Is it possible to sleep out here?”
“Yeah, a troublemaker like you can sleep out on the streets for up to three days.”
While Lee Cheong-hyeon was sitting on the empty chair, Kang Ki-yeon approached him and asked.
“Then what do I do? Do I really just take pictures of him?”
“Oh. Sometimes I go there under the natural light and take selfies.”
“What are you doing, hyung?”
“I have to take a video.”
Then I took out my camcorder from deep inside my backpack. I asked for permission from the filming crew and borrowed it, so I brought it with me as if it were a new item.
“Should I upload this as well?”
Lee Cheong-hyeon was startled by Kang Ki-yeon’s question.
“Hyung! Is this also going to be included as content? I’m a little embarrassed?!”
“Don’t go up. I’m taking pictures just in case something happens.”
I have no intention of saying things like, ‘I’m going to show everyone how you write songs!’ to Lee Cheong-hyeon, who still has difficulty showing confidence in his own creations.
I just want to be prepared for any eventuality.
One day, UA lost all the photo images they had collected for the photocard, or the photos they took were all out of focus, so when they were enlarged to put them on the photocard, the pixels broke.
Or, in case you need to include a video in a fan song music video but can’t get it to 4 minutes and 30 seconds, that’s the case.
These guys who couldn’t read my mind looked at me as if they didn’t understand English.
“What are you doing? Aren’t you each doing your own thing?”
“her…….”
At my words, the two guys sighed with the same expression.
Move quickly. I’m busy too.
* * *
A spacious park in early March, with warm spring sunshine pouring down.
The sound of leaves rustling and crashing into each other whenever a cool breeze blows.
The scent of flowers continues to surge from somewhere, the laughter of children, the sound of water gushing, and… … .
A rookie idol sitting on a bench, clutching his head in a death pose, agonizing over the source of pure joy, while another rookie idol is filming him intently from across the room, and a rejuvenated middle-aged man is crouching down under the blazing sun to record the whole scene with a camcorder.
It’s a great combination. It’s a great painting that wouldn’t be out of place to be selected as Landscape of the Year.
Kang Ki-yeon, who had to listen to me lecture for about 10 minutes because all the photos were taken in backlight, was now trying to capture the best subject with shining eyes.
“Giyeon, how many pictures did you take?”
“I think it’s over 200.”
“Your selfie?”
“Three chapters.”
“Then stop taking pictures of Lee Cheong-hyeon and go take your own selfies. Just walk around the park and don’t come back until you’ve taken at least twenty pictures.”
“yes.”
Then Kang Ki-yeon left quietly.
While I was praying that the guy would take a great selfie, I spoke to Lee Cheong-hyeon, who was staring at his notebook behind my back.
“Now that Giyeon is gone, tell me.”
“yes?”
“You have something to tell me, don’t you?”
When I looked back, I saw Lee Cheong-hyeon with his eyes wide open.
“How did you know?”
“Why are you using poison?”
At Hanpyeong Industry, all we have to do is be aware of the situation.
Isn’t it strange that you don’t know each other even though you’ve been sharing the same room for over a year and use the same practice room every day?
However, the innocent Lee Cheong-hyeon showed no sign of losing his surprised expression.
Lee Cheong-hyeon asked as he watched the children running around energetically, as if they were playing catch.
“Why are you so nice to us, hyung?”
“what?”
My determination not to panic no matter what questions Lee Cheong-hyeon asked was rendered meaningless by the unexpected onslaught of questions.
You did a good job.
Who? Me?
To you guys?
I guarantee that no one feels as angry and sad as I do, having been at close range with these guys and having all the foul language engraved in my heart.
‘I didn’t do anything particularly well.’
Except in situations where the system needs to accomplish a given mission, I have always tried to minimize my intervention in Spark.
All I did while hanging out with these guys was bake bread, do laundry, and keep the mood lights on.
Isn’t being nice a bit more… kind and affectionate?
This means asking about their well-being often or giving them some pocket money every now and then.
Lee Cheong-hyeon, who noticed that my expression was saying, ‘I don’t understand what you’re saying,’ continued speaking.
“Usually, when someone around you says something isn’t going well, don’t you go this far to help them?”
“What do you mean ‘this much’? You brought me to the park?”
“Not just that.”
What did I do for him?
No matter how much I thought about it, I couldn’t remember doing anything to deserve hearing something like that.
“Since you mentioned the park, I’ll give you an example. People usually don’t help you in any way, like giving you empathy or advice.”
“Well, I can’t fully empathize with the burden you feel, nor can I give you technical advice.”
“It’s surprising that in that situation, it doesn’t end with cheering.”
“As you live, you will meet about 150 million people who are kinder than you. Above all, there is someone like Jeong Seong-bin who lives right under the same roof.”
“Hey, what should I say about you and Seongbin hyung… … They’re from different backgrounds.”
“Is that an insult?”
“How did you know?”
Lee Cheong-hyeon responded wittily and then laughed loudly.
At that moment, a loud noise was heard from afar.
When I turned my gaze, I saw Kang Ki-yeon walking towards us, surrounded by children.
When I saw one child accepting a toy, I thought he had been asked to open something… … .
“Hey, is that kid blowing bubbles at the kids?”
Finally, Kang Ki-yeon started to put on a bubble show for the children by shooting a giant water gun that shot bubbles into the air.
Lee Cheong-hyeon held his stomach and laughed out loud, then ran out of the seat, asking to be included.
‘It does all sorts of things.’
While thinking about it, I organized the notebooks and writing instruments that Lee Cheong-hyeon was about to throw away. But somehow, I had a feeling that Lee Cheong-hyeon would come up with a good melody tonight.
Until then, I had no idea of the dark future that was about to hit the group.
* * *
After receiving the new KPI, I had a time of reflection and asked the members what they liked and what they regretted, and what they hoped for in future activities.
It was because I was determined to give them what they wanted as much as possible until the final KPI was achieved.
And at that place, Choi Je-ho said this.
‘I try not to talk about family-related topics.’
In the past, Spark, especially Choi Je-ho, did not often mention family-related things. This became even more so after his debut and the years that followed.
I guess it’s thanks to the daughter of Chief Nam, who was a fan of Choi Je-ho and loved him, that I also unintentionally came to know the reason why Choi Je-ho doesn’t want to talk about his family history.
≫ My younger sibling is in the same class as the King’s younger sibling, but the King’s family is divorced.
It seems like it happened because Dad drank and gambled;;
I saw that the Emperor barely drank alcohol during Yunseul’s live broadcast, so I don’t think he’ll drink and gamble because he learned something from watching it. Don’t worry.
└ Can’t you report this new X?
└ XX XX, write down the text
└ Are you okay?? It’s not like I lost;;;
‘You said that your mother and father separated.’
These days, there are many people who say that divorce is not a problem, and there are many who say that it is better for each person to be torn apart than to live with terrible parents.
People tend to have family members who make them cringe just thinking about them. For Choi Je-ho, his father seemed to be one of those people.
So I said that I couldn’t give a definitive answer, but that I would try to avoid such questions as much as possible. It’s just a pain in the butt to talk about how easily questions about family come up in society.
But I really tried to do it.
“Hey, Kim Iwol.”
Choi Je-ho, who was very angry, came to me and asked.
“Next, is this something you planned too?”
In a low, deep voice I’ve never heard before.