The Trashy PD Has To Survive as an Idol

Fuck, thank god you’re alive.

I ran a hand through my hair, exhaled deeply, and slumped onto the sofa.

The moment I confirmed he was safe, my lungs finally loosened, and my frozen thoughts began moving again.

Wiping my dry eyes, I leaned back against the sofa and tilted my head toward the ceiling.

‘...Yeah. I’m the crazy one.’

Just like Min Jiheon said.

“Are you insane?!”

Right before I headed into this place—what I assumed to be Kang Ichae’s subconscious—Min Jiheon had gone pale at my request and flung my hand away.

I hurried to clarify before he got the wrong idea.

“I don’t mean literally kill me. I’m saying Ichae can’t be helped directly, right? Then I’ll do it. Just detach my soul for a moment—”

“—You think I don’t know what you mean?! That time, it was an emergency!”

I’d only meant to get a bit of assistance, like before.