Idol of the Heavenly One - Chapter 8.1
A skinny boy with overgrown bangs that covered his eyebrows, a checkered shirt, a blunt expression, and a Chungcheong-do accent blinked his eyes and made his presence known.
Well, to be honest, his eyes were so small that I couldn’t tell if they were open or closed. I just guessed he was blinking because his eyelashes fluttered a little.
“You do know how to talk.”
I found myself staring at him without realizing it. I wanted to figure out whether his eyes were fully open or not.
“I’m not blind.”
“Ah.”
Maybe he read my expression because his already blunt face grew even blunter as he answered.
So they were fully open.
“That’s annoying.”
“Sorry.”
I knew staring wasn’t polite, but I couldn’t help glancing at him repeatedly because it was so fascinating. And right about then, I realized that this was Go Hee-min.
My first thought was, Just how insanely good at singing must this guy be…!
“Before eight o’clock, take the elevator next to the emergency stairs and come up to the sixteenth floor.”
“Ah, okay.”
“The emergency stairs are over there.”
“Okay. Thanks for telling me.”
“You even talk polite.”
It seemed like he was a little self-conscious about his eyes, but he didn’t seem like a bad kid. The way he grumbled while still telling me exactly where to go made him seem rather nice.
“Hee-min, hey.”
“Hee-min hyung, hello.”
Joo I-rip and Kwon Ji-hak greeted Go Hee-min as they came closer.
“Yeah, don’t be late.”
Go Hee-min’s expression softened slightly. Then he lazily waved a hand, looking like he couldn’t be bothered, and left.
“Hee-min’s still shy. It’s been six years and he’s still super shy.”
“Hyung, Hee-min hyung grumbled at you, right? But he doesn’t do it on purpose, so don’t worry about it too much!”
Normally, among kids, this kind of situation would lead to comments like, What’s with him? or There he goes again. But the fact that both of them immediately defended Go Hee-min made me think they knew he wasn’t a bad kid either.
“That’s nice of you.”
They really did seem like good kids. It was nice to see that they could keep kind hearts despite already being out in the harsh world of making a living. In my past life, I’d seen so many cunning kids that it often left me feeling bitter.
“Us?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m not nice.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Why are you speaking informally? I’m twenty.”
Maybe Joo I-rip didn’t want to seem too “nice,” because he struck a mock-serious pose with his hands on his hips and told me not to use casual speech since he was twenty.
“You’re a baby.”
But he just looked like a kid pretending to be an adult, so I couldn’t help but smile as I replied.
“Huh?”
“What?!”
Joo I-rip and Kwon Ji-hak both looked startled and stared at me.
“If you’re twenty… you’re still a baby to your parents.”
Of course, that applied to me too. I was mortified at what I’d just said. My body was younger than twenty, and here I was calling a twenty-year-old a baby. The two of them must have been really thrown off by that.
“Ah, well… I guess that’s true.”
“Yeah, that makes sense!”
But these two really were impossibly kind. They even nodded as if my ridiculous excuse actually made sense.
Does this company take trainee character management seriously? Or are these kids just unusually innocent?
“…Let’s go practice.”
Wanting to smooth things over quickly, I stepped past them and headed for dance practice.
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