The Trashy PD Has To Survive as an Idol

“Hyung’s here, fuck.”

I kicked open the door to the studio.

This was the private studio WH Entertainment had provided to Kang Ichae, and it had become The Dawn’s new hideout. He had even moved the same sofa from the Daepaseong studio here.

As usual, the members were planted there like it was their natural habitat.

“Why are you so forceful today?”

“Because I’m in a bad mood. Hey, I bought snacks.”

“Wooah!!”

I threw the convenience store plastic bag onto the table and flopped down on the sofa.

Watching the members crowd their heads together to peek inside reminded me of what that Mr. Joo from WH once said. A hardcore individualist, he had seen us always glued together and shook his head, muttering, “Don’t you guys ever get sick of each other?”

“Did you buy the Melona I asked for... of course not. Oh. Instead you bought red ginseng drinks.”

Has he been corrupted by Jung Dajun?

At first, Kim Sunghyun used to click his tongue whenever I bought ice cream, but now, just like the maknae, he was searching for Melona.