Chapter 115

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“Hey, I had a great reaction last time, didn’t I?”

I knew it.

Around the same time as our “Kill the Lights” promotion, Joo Woosung was a standout in “Kings.” I still vividly remember being pissed off while watching his stage in the music show waiting room.

And regardless of my recognition, I couldn’t deny that Joo Woosung alone was almost a phenomenon.

After going to California, his dance skills improved, and the views for his fancams from music shows easily hit 5 million as a baseline, while dance videos shot in professional studios soared past 50 million in no time.

I knew it, but why did he feel the need to boast about it to me at this moment? Joo Woosung annoyingly kept brushing his hair back.

“Seen my popularity?”

“Yes, I have.”

Accepting it straightforwardly, Joo Woosung seemed satisfied, letting out a weak smile. On the contrary, my expression soured.

Joo Woosung, are you simple or complicated? I can’t figure you out.

“I really worked hard… Ah, is this what people call ‘desperation’?”

“…”

“Just two days before the debut lineup was decided, I felt that feeling… Ahahaha!”

Nope. Just a jerk…

Talking about infuriating stuff that would usually get under my skin, he successfully managed to make me super angry with the phrase “You can’t beat a genius who enjoys what he does.”

I took out a candy from my pocket and started chewing it vigorously to suppress my anger, while Joo Woosung giggled beside me.

“Oh? You both came early.”

“Ah, hello, senior~.”

“Hello, senior.”

Yu Jia entered, noticing the atmosphere and laughed, seemingly unaware of what was happening.

“Today’s Yu Jia’s Jujaju will start now. For today’s “Best Friends Special,” we have Joo Woosung from Black Call and Seo Hoyun from The Dawn!”

“Hello~, it’s Woosung.”

“Hoyun here.”

Alright.

If you really want to pick a fight.

Let’s see how it goes, Woosung.

I straightened up and smiled calmly. Yu Jia smoothly transitioned, holding her script cards.

“So, you two are close, right?”

“We’re not.”

“That’s right.”

“…Hmm?”

Yu Jia laughed off Joo Woosung’s skewed response and my counter, then decided to generously move on.

“Yes, so how did you become close?”

“…”

It’s like Yu Jia was gently forcing us to admit that we’re close friends now. Joo Woosung hesitated for a moment, seemingly forgetting the setting.

Get a grip, Joo Woosung.

Joo Woosung then looked at me for agreement.

“…We were neighborhood friends?”

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