Chapter 118

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#118

In front of the airport, a long line of reporters was lined up.

A press line was set up, and cameras lined up behind the line. And after that, the idols' homma, in other words, the homepage masters took over.

They placed a ladder and took pictures competitively.

It was to save at least one more shining image of their idol who is leaving for a chartered flight.

"It's more dazzling than the commute to a music show."

It was natural.

In music rooms, only active singers gather regardless of whether they are popular or not, but in K-Con, singers whose popularity has already been verified gather in one place.

The issues were different, and the importance was different.

For that reason, singers paid more attention to airport fashion than at other times.

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In particular, it was also the first day for L.I.T to appear in front of the public after the incident. So, they have to pay more attention to airport fashion than at other times.

"It's really messed up. No, is it possible to have a full make up at this time?"

Hanjun was also intent on looking outside from the back seat.

Before we knew it, we got out of the car.

Now it's our turn, but all of our members were in a no-makeup state.

No, only our members are in a no-makeup state.

"Well, what can we do? We couldn't put on makeup because everyone slept in. Wear a mask."

If you didn't do your makeup, then don't speak.

Other teams have very 'Hemeko' perfectly.

Hemeko - Hair, Makeup, Coordination

"Wear your hat well."

I glanced at Hanjun's spiky hair and opened the door with my black backpack slung over my shoulder.

As always, the sound of the camera shutter was overlaid like BGM.

And the shouts of the filaments.

When I got out of the car, Siwoo, Roa, and Jaewon, who had arrived earlier, approached me.

Hanjun was the last to get out of the car.

Then the cheers grew a little louder.

Fans were giving comfort to Han Joon, who had suffered a lot.

"Han Jun-ah, have a good trip."

"Kyaaaaaagh. Lit! Go and see."

"L.I.T, fighting!"

As expected just like any other day, the voice of the filament is the loudest among all these idol fandom. We smiled softly and waved in the direction the voice came from.

Then, I stood in front of the press line for picture.

"Please wave your hand to the left."

"Please wave to the right L.I.T."

"Lee-chan, please say hello."

I smiled lightly and said simply.

"We'll be back safely."

Then, beckoning the children to to go onn, they moved.

A line of children followed behind me.

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