The Trashy PD Has To Survive as an Idol

“Haa...”

After a short squabble, I ended up lying down under the blanket just like Joo Woosung told me to. He tore open the packaging and slapped a cooling sheet onto my forehead before lazily pulling himself upright.

“Just rest. Once the interview’s over, the staff are going to eat lunch anyway.”

“Rest? I didn’t do any broadcast content yet.”

“In a Woosung broadcast, Joo Woosung is the content. So cut the broadcast nagging, PD-nim.”

I was about to snap back, but the last part — “PD-nim” — stopped me cold.

I only watched Woosung’s back as he left the room and let out a deep sigh a beat late. If I remembered his role in Bring Me the Camera, it was just wordplay — nothing strange. But I almost overreacted like a fool.

I drew a long breath, shut my eyes, then slowly opened them again.

‘Lying down does feel nice, though...’

Turning my body toward the door, I let the smell of crackling firewood from the yard and the metallic clinks of staff adjusting equipment loosen my tension.

These were sensations I knew well from my PD days.

“Cough, cough—.”