The Trashy PD Has To Survive as an Idol

Without realizing it, he must have nodded, because those long, pale fingers pressed the vending machine button. The can clattered down, and Sung Jiwon picked it up, holding it out toward him.

“Why are you so restless? You were so composed when you spoke earlier.”

“......Is it that obvious? That I’m anxious?”

“A little?”

Then it must have been even more obvious to PD Jung Junhwan.

Sunghyun exhaled a series of sighs, and Jiwon, calmly feeding a few more bills into the machine, continued in a mild tone.

“Is it because of what the PD said earlier? You’re worried we won’t make it onto Song Camp?”

Sunghyun hesitated for a moment, then called out to Jiwon, who was sipping his yuzu tea.

“Sung Jiwon.”

“Yeah?”

“Aren’t you... worried?”

“Nope.”