TN: Happy weekend, hope it has been restful. Felt quite productive today and was able to squeeze in so translations ᕙ (˘ ˘ ˘)ᕗ
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"Hey, Yoo Yeon Seo."
After a brief blackout, Yeon Seo, who had regained consciousness, felt sothing different from the previous mory synchronization. Now that it was over 10%, it was showing him in the first person.
His body moved on its own.
"We're getting so street food. What do you want?"
"… Tteokbokki?"
[TN: Tteokbokki – Spicy rice cakes]
"Do chaebols eat Tteokbokki too?"
A youthful face, yet familiar… It was the person who visited him in the hospital room. Kim Yi Jun of ONESEVEN.
Seven people were living in the small house. The room was suffocatingly filled with the presence of three bunk beds, and the floor was covered with yellow linoleum.
From the mory synchronization so far, Yeon Seo didn't like sothing as cramped and run-down as this. Still, he did live in such a place. It was unexpected.
"Why wouldn't I eat it? My grandfather's favourite place is a 5,000-won granny's soup place. It's in Seodaemun."
"Really? I thought chaebols only ate steak every day."
"Well, that's also true."
"Ugh, you're annoying."
Kim Yi Jun shook his head teasingly. Yeon Seo felt the corners of his mouth lift. Was he smiling now?
"But we have our debut stage tomorrow. Can we eat now?"
"It's a secret from the manager hyung. This is our last feast. From tomorrow, it's salads."
"They say you naturally lose weight when you start doing the music shows full-ti."
The person with only his face hanging next to Yeon Seo's head, who was lying on the top bunk, was Lee Han Gyeol.
"But why are you an idol?"
"What?"
"You just showed up at our company one day saying you knew you were ready to debut and asked to be included in the debut group."
"Oh, the manager ntioned that."
Yeon Seo huffed in mild annoyance, placing his hands behind his head and sinking into his thoughts. He didn't have any particular reason. Studying was too easy and therefore boring, and he was fed up with his family treating him like a delicate piece of glass.
During a ti in his life when he felt bored, he stumbled upon a video. It was of his biological mother, whose mory was now faint, performing during her ‘Twinkle' era. Despite her expressionless face as she sang and danced, her movents and voice radiated vitality. He realized that his mother was enjoying the stage in her own way. He wondered why it was so enjoyable for her and felt curious enough to try it himself.
"So, aren't you supposed to inherit your family's business? Why are you doing this idol thing?"
"My brother will take over the business. As for being an idol… it's not bad as a hobby."
"What, a hobby? Is it because you're rich?"
However, if he answered truthfully, he'd surely get teased. To avoid revealing his true thoughts, Yeon Seo replied in a deliberately gruff tone.
"For you, it might be a hobby, but for us, it's our livelihood."
"Isn't it too early in life to be staking everything on this? If it fails, do sothing else."
"Once we sign, we're tied up for seven years. If we don't make it big during that ti, our lives are screwed. You, with your silver spoon, wouldn't understand."
"Well…"
Yeon Seo didn't say that he could understand too.
Suddenly, his vision darkened. After a few seconds of blackout, when he opened his eyes, he found himself in a different location.
It seed like the chaotic backstage of a concert venue. mbers in dishevelled clothes and ssy hair, just off stage. They were all drenched in sweat and crying.
"Crying just because we've done our debut stage?"
"Sob… You aren't crying?"
"No. Is this sothing to cry about?"
The only one among them who wasn't crying was Yeon Seo. He crossed his arms and teased them. Despite his rough exterior, his true feelings were quite different.
This peculiar sensation welling up from his gut… Yes, this was happiness. Yeon Seo was elated about their debut, even if he didn't outwardly show it.
"You wouldn't understand, Hyung. Your trainee period was short… We've been waiting for this mont for so long…"
"You cold-hearted jerk. He's a chaebol after all."
They always brought up him being a chaebol. Yet, the one who actually built walls because of his chaebol status was him. Yeon Seo pouted. Was he… upset?
"Stop crying and let's go ho. We have a music show tomorrow. Hey, Park Joo Won, you should be doing this."
"What is ‘Hey', when you're talking to your elder…"
"Follow . We can't keep sobbing here."
"Hmph…"
"Oh man, this is driving crazy."
The mbers of One Seven followed Yeon Seo like ducklings, despite their tears. Yeon Seo looked back at them and gave a dry laugh. It was absurd but sohow enjoyable.
His vision darkened once more.
"Han Gyeol Hyung! Read Yoo Yeon Seo's fan letter, it'll make you laugh!"
"That's not true!"
This mory sync was mostly from when Yeon Seo was active with One Seven. There were occasional mories from his middle and high school days as well.
Despite being in the sa class, the students were divided into those who were overly friendly because of their parents' influence and those who distanced themselves due to their high social status.
"But thanks to you, our group gained quite a bit of attention."
"I know."
"Don't just admit it like that! It's annoying!"
"Why are you getting all worked up out of the blue?"
In contrast, One Seven were so of the few peers who treated Yeon Seo without prejudice. And those days… seed pretty happy.
‘Just a little more, continue.'
His vision shook as if a videotape was fast-forwarding.
"Who does grandfather think he is to ddle in my affairs!"
"Who are you, sir?"
"I'll invest in the company instead of stepping in. But only for the seven years of the kids' artist contracts."
"An undiagnosable ntal illness…"
His vision swirled as if he was floating in space. He was unable to identify proper mories. There was nothing to gain from this. Just when Yeon Seo was about to call Beta to cancel the mory sync,
"Do you really believe that Mom committed suicide?"
What?
‘Wait a mont…'
His vision darkened once more.
When he ca to, he was in the bathroom of the ‘Baekho-ham' shooting set. Yeon Seo, collapsing onto the floor, kept his face over the sink due to the overwhelming urge to vomit.
"Ugh!"
Spewing blood, he struggled to keep himself upright before collapsing again onto the sink. His vision was red from the blood he had spat out. It felt as if soone had ruthlessly stabbed his entire body with a knife. The pain was as if his insides were skewered with a pipe.
"Ugh…"
If Lee Hee Seo's death wasn't suicide… then what was it?
"Murder?"
She was killed… instead of suicide?
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