Chapter 10
【 Title: Choi Minhun, are you a high schooler who got confessed to during a school trip?ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ 】
(Video)
Yes, got confessed to by the leader.
I’m at their wedding venue now.
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─ How much did you give for the wedding gift? I spent a month’s salary.
└ Going to invest all my assets
└ A successful stock investment. Congratulations.
─ With Minhun oppa, I can trust him with our Jin oppa. He’s not a son I raised gently, but please take good care of him
─ But seriously, what’s with Choi Minhun ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ As soon as Jin says he loves him, he goes blank, and when told it’s his turn, he returns the “I love you”… this sweet guy… I absolutely adore him
└ ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ Just looking at Minhun’s expression, it’s like bells rang in his headㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
└ Yeah, I heard bells too
└ It’s not even the first time he’s heard “I love you” from Jin-mommy ㅋㅋㅋㅋ Why is he being so shy? ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
└ When someone who’s always been in neutral gear among his sons suddenly says “I love you the most,” anyone would react that way
└ If Jin said “I love you the most” with that face, anyone in the world would react that way
└ Yoon Jin, if you keep smiling like that, it’s murder. Because I’m dying of love
【 Title: The Give who mentioned siblings in the birthday live… 】
“Jin, the dongsaeng next to you looks awkward and it’s cute, asking if you’re a rookie idol” << This was the chat I left. Everyone was wondering if my sibling became a fan, so I came to casually update.
The conclusion is my sibling became a Give!! ^^ ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ Despite me being a fan for years right next to them, they had zero interest in idols, couldn’t even memorize faces, but after the live ended, they searched for Jin’s videos in their room ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ Then suddenly came to my room making a fuss… asking if a post-military idol is allowed to be this cute… I don’t know why they’re angry with me… They were pausing the video every second and giving speeches about cute points, so I just agreed with everything and left.
Now I’m off to watch concert fancams with my sibling ㅋㅋㅋㅋ Blood-related fan mates are the best ^0^v
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─ OMG, are you the Give who wrote that chat??ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ You totally made it happenㅠㅠㅠ I’m jealousㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ And your sibling is so cuteㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
└ Your sibling is really so cuteㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ Have fun fangirling/fanboying!!
─ I’m so jealous of having a blood-related fan mateㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ
─ ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ Isn’t your sibling too cute?ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ But if they’re watching older videos, Mother Jin-resa is a bit different from Jin-agaㅎㅎ New fans are interesting
└ It’s great that we’re getting more baby Gives!!ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ
└ I’m the writer, and my sibling says that gap difference is crazyㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ Watching a Mother Jin video once, then a Jin-aga video, alternating between them, they said there’s no escaping. Plus, they’re now shipping the HunJin line…
└ For a baby Give who became a fan after watching that live, that’s understandable… But that baby Give will soon realize…? That Sparkle is a group consisting of one son-obsessed mom and four mom-obsessed sons… That they’ll have no choice but to ship everyone…
└ ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ But this live was just too… well… thankful for the HunJin line Gives
─ My friend also became a fan after watching this video! Our Jin is creating lots of new Givesㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ I’m so proudㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ
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In the car returning after the live broadcast ended. Minhun turned his head toward the window to hide his rising smile. Gray landscapes passed by quickly. He knew very well why Yoon Jin, who had never properly answered the question about his favorite member, picked Minhun today.
Since Minhun had spent the most time with the currently memory-less Yoon Jin, he had probably chosen the person he felt most comfortable with. But Minhun decided to just accept this happiness as it was.
“Jin-ssi, good work on today’s live. Minhun, you worked hard too.”
“More than me, Jin hyung…”
Minhun, who was looking at Yoon Jin sitting on the opposite side while responding to Manager Sanggu’s words from the driver’s seat, lowered his voice. Perhaps tired from the schedule after a long time, Yoon Jin had fallen into a light sleep with his small head leaning against the window.
“Sanggu hyung, Jin hyung is sleeping.”
“Ah… he must be tired.”
Sanggu turned off the radio that had been playing softly. Minhun briefly unbuckled his seatbelt and moved to the seat next to Yoon Jin, tilting his head toward Minhun’s shoulder. The soft brown hair tickled his neck, but even that felt like a kind of warmth.
The long eyelashes on the white skin caught Minhun’s gaze. Yoon Jin, with his makeup removed, still gave off a pale impression. Knowing that he hadn’t been able to sleep deeply these days, Minhun was careful with each movement, hoping his deep sleep would last long.
“Jin-ssi really worked hard today… It couldn’t have been easy to suddenly do a live broadcast in front of cameras. There were no major mistakes either.”
“Right. I’m really glad it ended well.”
The fans had actually shown great responses, saying his awkwardness was cute—it was close to a huge success. Sanggu and Minhun smiled slightly as if they had imagined the same scene. Yoon Jin frowned as he shifted his body.
“Sanggu hyung, what’s the next schedule for me and Jin hyung? Do we have any free days together?”
“You have magazine shooting and a meeting tomorrow, and you’re free the day after. The day after that is the ADUN filming, so Domin and Kwon will come to Korea before then.”
“Ah… Is it confirmed that Jin hyung will be participating in that too?”
“For now, yes. I did ask them to exclude him from activities that require a lot of physical exertion, but…”
Since many idols gather there, the demands of seniors with more years in the industry than Sparkle will take priority. Minhun sighed inwardly. The outer purpose of ADUN is to show a new side of idols, but what the production team really wants is far from that.
They use experienced idols, who are familiar with variety shows, to extract some fun, and use rookie idols in competitive settings to raise viewership. Since Sparkle falls under the category of experienced idols here, Yoon Jin’s exhaustion was guaranteed during filming.
“Still, I heard that unlike previous ADUN shows, they’re only doing light games in a variety show style. That’s why they didn’t even make the kids prepare.”
“I wonder…”
Minhun brought his coat from the other side with his free hand and covered Yoon Jin with it. When the agency first said they would proceed with Yoon Jin’s schedule normally, one of the schedules he worried about most was ADUN. Yoon Jin wasn’t particularly good at sports to begin with, and he often got minor injuries even during concerts, which made it all the more concerning.
“…So we’re free the day after tomorrow, right? Then can I go see the events that fans prepared for hyung?”
“Sure. Let me know the time, and I’ll drive you.”
Since there’s no clear solution no matter how much he worries now, let’s first do something that would make Yoon Jin happy. Thinking this, Minhun carefully arranged Yoon Jin’s hair. There were many things he wanted to know—what exactly had troubled him, why exactly he had lost his memory—but he didn’t voice them.
‘I just wish hyung wouldn’t be sick.’
Just as we protected you from getting sick. Simply wishing for his happiness, Minhun also lowered his heavy eyelids.
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Ah, this is a dream. Yoon Jin, taking in the familiar scenery, muttered softly. In a garden full of purple lavender, almost too abundant to capture with the eyes, a gentle breeze tickled silver hair. Amber eyes slowly swept the surroundings. Under the blue sky, a little distance away, a blond man with hair as long as Yoon Jin’s could be seen.
“You’re not singing today?”
“I never sang in front of others originally.”
Yoon Jin shrugged. The First Prince. Violet Ian Colin. A man who was already dead laughed heartily in front of him.
‘What a terrible dream.’
With a dispassionate expression, he was about to turn his attention back to the peaceful scenery when Violet approached him. His blue eyes deeply absorbed Yoon Jin. The First Prince always looked at Yoon Jin, who was always William, like this. Like an explorer who had discovered something mysterious, or a child who had found a doll he wanted to steal.
“Since this is my dream, I’d appreciate it if you’d disappear.”
“Another statement you don’t mean.”
“Could I possibly speak with more sincerity than this?”
Taking a deep breath, he felt the sweet lavender scent so strongly it made his head ache. The Imperial Palace’s purple garden, which the former Empress had cherished until just before her death, was always beautiful to the point of hurting the eyes, and toxic. And Yoon Jin quite liked this place. What was the reason again? He couldn’t remember properly.
“Does it feel awkward?”
“…?”
Violet gently reached out and untied Yoon Jin’s hair. His silver hair, beautiful like shimmering thread, wrapped around his fingers.
“You returned to your original body, but it feels like it’s not your body?”
“Ha.”
“You lived so diligently, even killing people, but don’t you wonder what the meaning is of what you’re doing now?”
“I must have been tired lately. What a nightmare.”
The sword at his waist touched Yoon Jin’s fingertips. He wondered if he would wake up from this dream if he swung it and cut off the man’s neck, but he didn’t act on it. All of this felt utterly ridiculous.
It wasn’t entirely untrue that he felt awkward about returning to his original body and regretted not having hidden and endured those 7 years doing nothing if he had known this would happen. But Yoon Jin steadied himself, thinking it was just a temporary confusion from a series of awkward events.
“You were always diligent in everything. Because you didn’t want to die, didn’t want to be used, because it was your duty.”
“……”
“Even though you didn’t particularly want to do it. Even killing me.”
Violet kissed Yoon Jin’s hair that he had been touching. That annoying face, smiling happily, isn’t likable even in a dream.
“Even now, you’re just doing it because it’s something you have to do, right?”
“This bastard is even speaking informally now.”
“Even though what they like isn’t you, why are you trying so hard?”
Yoon Jin drew his sword. A sudden gust of wind blew, scattering purple petals.
“Ah…”
Yoon Jin, who woke up in bed holding his head, cursed inwardly. He remembered falling asleep in the car after finishing the schedule, but somehow he had been moved to his bed.
It seemed like the headache and sensitive nerves that had prevented him from sleeping properly had backfired. He was a bit shocked that he hadn’t woken up even when someone had moved his body. If he had been William, there would be nothing to say even if his head and body were separated by now. Yoon Jin moved his stiff neck, thinking about the dream he had just had.
“Maybe it’s because I saw that terrible guy after a long time… I feel disgusting.”
He found and turned on his phone to check the time. However long he had slept, the date had already changed to the next day. He moved his finger to check the notifications that had accumulated during that time. There was a message from Sanggu saying he worked hard and should rest well, and the Sparkle group chat was still noisy as ever.
There were many other messages congratulating him on his birthday, but since he wasn’t in a good mood to reply to all the congratulations from people he didn’t know, he put it off.
Finally, entering Bubble, which was gradually becoming part of his daily routine, he found it overflowing with messages saying he worked hard and congratulating him on his birthday. He read them one by one, resting his chin on his hand. Come to think of it, it had been 7 years since he had been congratulated on his actual birthday.
[Good morning, everyone. I love you today too.]
He was typing like the previous “Yoon Jin” but stopped. He deleted all the text he had written and typed a new message.
[Thank you for your congratulations.]
After pressing the send button, Yoon Jin got up from his seat and stretched. Although the dream was terrible, his body felt somewhat light, perhaps because he had slept for a long time after a while. He entered the bathroom to wash his face and turned on the water. When the cold water touched his skin, he felt his mind becoming clearer.
During yesterday’s first live broadcast, Yoon Jin himself hadn’t expected to be so nervous. He had thought that having gone through all sorts of experiences, he wouldn’t be flustered by much, but to think his body would freeze from embarrassment. It was an absurd situation that made him laugh bitterly.
“Well… I’ve never even debuted.”
If someone told him to sing and dance right now, he would be better at politics than that. Yoon Jin, who wiped his face with a towel, paused briefly in front of the mirror. He touched his hair and then left the bathroom as if having made a decision.
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
