The Trashy PD Has To Survive as an Idol

Lately, on set, one person’s name had been coming up unusually often in praise.

“Where’s Seo Hoyun? I was going to give this to him.”

“Last time, Hoyun helped me move the equipment...!”

“He’s really so kind, so polite. Isn’t Seo Hoyun just too good of a person?”

Good?

Was it the same “good” he knew, the one the dictionary defined as “upright and virtuous, in line with moral standards”?

Since when had the meaning twisted like that?

‘That makes no sense.’

Min Jiheon shook his head and headed to the waiting room.

He had lived a fairly ordinary life. His mother cherished him, his stepfather was a good man, and he had a lovely younger sibling.

It wasn’t that he’d never struggled because of his given talent, but thanks to it, he had learned how to go with the flow and adapt flexibly.

But Seo Hoyun—he broke through Jiheon’s carefully polished calm with ease.