"Hello! This is V! Please take care of me!"
I was paid about a hundred thousand won and invited to a small festival concert, where I sang a song with a concept that didn't suit me. It was a small surprise to those who were only there to liven up the festival atmosphere, not to my stage.
After finishing three exciting trot songs, I came down the stairs next to the stage. While coming down the stairs, the famous singer Jeon Jungkook was doing all kinds of things with people, including coordination, hair, and makeup. About six people were attached to Jeon Jungkook.
"I didn't have any coordination or hair..."
I did my own makeup... I consoled myself by thinking that I would be like that someday, but the more I consoled myself, the more pathetic Taehyung felt. You could say that Taehyung was suffering from an inferiority complex due to the long period of obscurity he had endured, but Taehyung's company neglected Taehyung more than anyone else.
"Taehyung, there's a drinking party here today.
"Want to go out sometime?"
The company forced him to sponsor them, as if they couldn't make it on their own money, and Taehyung had no choice but to comply. The drinking party was at 8pm tonight, and when the time came, Taehyung put on his only sneakers and quickly headed out to the place.
The room the part-timer had shown him to was, as expected, filled with old men with protruding beer bellies. Taehyung sighed softly and sat awkwardly next to the man who tapped the sofa, which was littered with cigarette butts, with his palm, as he suggested they sit next to him.
Naturally, an arm around my shoulder was placed, and the man touched me from my thighs all the way down. I wanted to leave immediately, but since it was the president of the company and this man, I couldn't leave.
On the way home after a four-hour night out, Taehyung wept. He wished he could kick the dirty entertainment industry out of his mind. But in his current state, it was simply impossible. From his father's passing and his widowed mother living alone in the countryside, to the debt he owed his company, to the 100 million won his father had left him, the burden was too heavy and overwhelming for Taehyung, who had only recently stepped foot into society, to bear.
On the way home, and even after arriving home, Taehyung cried like a little child. He must have spent about half an hour in tears, then woke up in bed, sobbing, and checked his phone for the alarms that had popped up.
Boss: Taehyung, I've set up a drinking party for tomorrow too. I guess the boss likes you. Do well this time. Don't throw ashes on a cooked meal like last time.
There was a message from the boss. Taehyung, who saw the text, pretended not to see it and scrolled through the message window. It was a kind of timid revenge.
Tiring-
An Instagram DM window opened and an unknown man approached me.
-hi
After a brief greeting, Taehyung went to the man's profile. Name: Park Jimin, Followers: 0, Posts: 0. He was nothing to look at. 'He's probably one of the guys I saw in that room,' he thought. Taehyung frowned, perhaps finding it annoying, and replied to the brief greeting.
-who are you
The reply was as sullen as Taehyung's current expression. About ten seconds later, Jimin simply dismissed the reply he'd sent—"Who are you?"—and got back to his main point. Taehyung snorted.
-It's Park Jimin. I contacted you after seeing your profile. You said you were a singer?
Yes, that's right. What is it? Taehyung replied back with a slightly more polite reply, and Park Jimin continued speaking without a trace of embarrassment, as if he had expected this kind of reply.
-Should I sponsor you? I'm pretty good at it.
Taehyung snorted again at the reply, which was almost exactly as he had expected, and muttered to himself.
"Wow, who are you to sponsor me? Do you think I'm that easy just because I go to drinking parties arranged by the company?"
The afterword was contained in Taehyung's fingers.
-I'm sorry, but I don't want to be sponsored. I'll block you.
As soon as Taehyung's message got a read receipt, he reached for the block button. But then Jimin sent him a photo.
-You're so handsome, but you don't want to be sponsored?
What the heck, this shameless guy is, huh? Hey, isn't he handsome...? Taehyung looked at the photo once, twice, and again. Yes, that's the style Taehyung likes.
"What... am I an idiot?"
Taehyung thought he should reconsider this sponsorship.
Hello, this is Tsugek. Please take care of me.😍
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