I Became the Youngest Member of a Top Idol Group Chapter 172 : Surviving on a Deserted Island (2)

Chapter 172: Surviving on a Deserted Island (2)

Rattle, rattle, rattle—

The boat swayed along with the high, surging waves.

I couldn’t even sit properly as we bounced up and down chaotically.

“…….”

So, this happened.

I was currently on my way to a deserted island to shoot Surviving on a Deserted Island.

It wasn’t too far from the mainland, so it seed like we’d arrive soon.

It would’ve been better if the sea had been calm today.

The other cast mbers riding with on the wildly shaking boat were also silent.

Everyone looked like they were barely holding back seasickness.

Especially Han Gabin sitting across from —his face was pale, and his lips were tightly shut.

Since we weren’t close to begin with, it felt awkward to start a conversation.

Just then, Kang Minseop, who freely traversed variety shows as an SBC announcer, ca and sat next to .

“You’re a rookie, right? Is this your first ti doing variety?”

His unusually spiked-up hair must’ve been styled at a salon, but the strong wind had completely ssed it up.

Even so, as expected of an announcer, his diction ca through clearly despite the rough wind.

“Yes. I’m still a rookie, so I don’t have much experience.”

I gave a small bow along with a polite request for his guidance.

I’d seen him often on TV, but this was my first ti seeing him up close.

Kang Minseop seed to have a friendly deanor, trying to ease the tension for us rookies.

He continued with light small talk that didn’t feel overwhelming.

“Do you get seasick?”

“No, not too badly.”

—or so I said, right before the boat lurched violently and nearly knocked backward.

“Whoa there.”

Barely catching my balance, I grabbed my stomach with one hand.

Kang Minseop let out a hearty laugh and spoke.

“You’re gonna have a rough ti since it’s your first outdoor variety.”

“I’m still lacking in many ways, so I’ll be counting on your help.”

“Just relax~ Take it easy. If anything’s hard, speak up anyti!”

Sure.

It was nice of him to try to make feel comfortable, but…

“Ugh!”

The boat kept shaking around, making it hard to answer properly.

Just now, I barely avoided getting tossed overboard—I genuinely feared for my life.

I couldn’t swim.

Looking at those wild waves, the thin life jacket I was wearing didn’t bring much comfort.

Kang Minseop glanced over at the half-collapsed Han Gabin, then seed to decide he wouldn’t get much conversation out of him and continued questioning instead.

“Are you thinking of pursuing variety shows in the future?”

“Isn’t Stardust doing well these days? What’s your goal for the next album?”

“You’re the youngest in the group? Oh, do the older mbers treat you well?”

Co on.

The caras weren’t even rolling yet—there was no need to keep firing off topics like this.

I nodded and answered each question in Kang Minseop’s impromptu press conference.

“Yes… they treat well….”

Hmm.

I was already starting to feel a bit drained.

Sway—

I hugged my arms tightly around my body and turned my head.

“We’re almost there.”

“Yeah… looks like it….”

I could see the island not far away.

“Ack!”

“Whoa, careful!”

Please, let us arrive quickly.

As soon as the crew landed on the island, they began unpacking and preparing for filming.

Even though it was a small production team, the amount of equipnt unloaded from the boat was considerable.

During the brief free ti we were given, Kang Minseop walked along the empty shore, lost in thought.

Minseop, isn’t it about ti you went freelance?

That was sothing a senior announcer had casually said at a recent drinking party.

It had been weighing on Kang Minseop’s mind lately.

He was already appearing as a regular on three SBC programs.

Including the SBC-exclusive YouTube shows, he’d been earning an absurd appearance fee for years.

Like many announcers who dipped into variety, Kang Minseop was contemplating going freelance.

In fact, several agencies had already approached him behind the scenes.

If season two went well, he could raise his value.

Though the pay was painfully low compared to how tough the show was, Kang Minseop resolved to do his best for the sake of his career.

Of course, a program wouldn’t succeed just because one person worked hard.

Especially since today marked the first episode of season two, he hoped the new guests would do well.

Will they at least pull their weight?

It was particularly concerning since both guests were idols.

From an active idol’s standpoint, they couldn’t exactly ruin their image just to get airti.

Compared to other cast mbers, they had to be more cautious with their comnts—naturally, that made things less entertaining.

He seed to talk decently enough, though.

That’s why he tried chatting him up on the way here.

First, Do Seohan from Stardust.

Despite being young, he didn’t seem that nervous and answered calmly.

Although things might change once the caras start rolling.

“What’s everyone up to….”

With his hands behind his back, Kang Minseop ambled over to where the guests were.

Not far away, Seohan was taking a short break.

“Ugh….”

Didn’t he say he didn’t get seasick?

Seohan was slumped against a stone wall, his head resting on it.

No matter how he looked, he didn’t seem to be in great shape.

“Oh dear.”

He’d probably need at least thirty minutes before he could start speaking properly.

Since it was the first island shoot, that was understandable.

And then—

Kang Minseop’s gaze shifted to the other one.

Despite his rough-looking exterior, he hadn’t uttered a single word yet, so Minseop didn’t even know what his voice sounded like.

That one was Han Gabin from BK, right?

He was now sitting awkwardly beside Do Seohan, nodding off.

“Hyung, are you feeling okay?”

“…? I’m fine….”

They were mumbling to each other like that.

“Hm.”

Han Gabin was supposedly being promoted as a variety mber by his agency too.

Most of his career so far had been on relaxed studio talk shows,

But today’s shoot was outdoors—on a deserted island, no less.

Kang Minseop pressed his throbbing temples and muttered under his breath.

“With these two feeble kids… how are we supposed to film a survival show?”

He was starting to get worried.

Once preparations were complete,

The main PD clapped his hands and called the cast together.

Though the show was titled a real survival variety, there were so many caras watching that it hardly felt “real.”

Seohan gulped nervously as the red recording lights turned on all around him.

The opening was finally about to begin.

“Yes, you’ve all been thrown onto a deserted island.”

I’d seen it on the way in—there wasn’t a single pension for tourists here, it was a real deserted island.

Still, since it was a popular filming location, at least we had cell service—that was a relief.

But surviving here with nothing, not even a house, was daunting….

Fortunately, Surviving on a Deserted Island only carried the title of a survival variety show—it was actually a fairly light-hearted survival format.

If you had to rank it by importance, it’d be survival