The Trashy PD Has To Survive as an Idol

‘Am I fucked?’

Sung Jiwon stared at me with steady eyes.

For a brief moment, his current face overlapped with the younger version of him from three years ago.

Back then, I was in the middle of planning a new show. He seemed like the kind of person—with a story compelling enough—that I could turn into a hit if I just drummed up enough attention. So I told him not to give up on being an idol.

But the program got delayed and scrapped a couple of times, and by the time it finally got the green light and an air date, I couldn’t find Sung Jiwon anywhere.

I didn’t know if it was because he’d debuted as a failed idol under Daepaseong, or if my memory was just faulty—

‘No, that’s not the point right now.’

Either way, I had just been forcibly summoned into the stage Sung Jiwon had set up.

Now I understood why he’d acted so out of character and dragged me all the way here. He was trying to test my reaction in the exact same place as back then.

“...Hoyun.”

He was definitely looking for me.

Me, the PD.