75 – Adult’s Share (1)
1.
“So, your words of the day…”
“Yes, yes. I don’t have a chance to meet a small and cute person like Jiwoo… I don’t know what to do when he hugs me tightly like this. So, hurry up… Take it off, please take it off…”
“Um.”
Even though it has become a clean (?) Mid-sized company now, Haru’s family is originally a Yakuza family with a long history.
It is standard to have Irezumi drawn all over the body, and unless you have a tolerable size and numerous scars, it would be impossible for people to even set foot in your house.
So, the people Haru met on a daily basis were all people who looked strong, and looked like they would worship fists rather than the law.
In the case of Haan and Lira, each of them fought against hardships and became strong, and even compared to the yakuza that Haru encountered on a regular basis, they implicitly revealed their strength, so Haru was able to deal with them comfortably.
However, Ji-ji lived a peaceful life with his family and neighbors in the countryside, far from hardships, and his appearance was far from strong.
As Jiwoo, a perfectly harmless creature whose desire to protect springs up just by looking at him, Haru had no choice but to suffer.
That’s the perfect superlative to erase from Haru.
Did it be said that it was the sun, not the north wind, that took off the traveler’s clothes? This situation was just such a situation.
Haru is strong against strong people and weak against weak people. Yeah, much better than weak and weak. In the future, even in the eyes of the fans, being righteous could appeal to your charm.
After roughly figuring out what kind of person Haru was, I clapped and said so that Jiwoo, who was burying his face in Haru’s stomach, could hear.
“Jiwoo, I think you can stop now. The day won’t be like that anymore. I apologized, let’s look at it once.”
“·······.”
“Jiwoo?”
But when I called Jiwoo to see what was going on, there was no response.
“Uh, uh uh? Ji, Ji-woo? You have to respond somehow…! My, my heart is beating so fast that I can’t stand it any longer…!”
The day when he was hugged by Ji-woo and Ji-woo didn’t respond, he must have gone crazy, and his face turned red as if it was about to explode.
“hahahaha. It looks good.”
“Honestly, I’m cool inside too, but Hani unnie, it would be rude to say that out of your mouth like that.”
The sight of Haru, who has long limbs and is taller than the average Korean woman, unable to move just by being caught by Ji-woo, who is in her mid-150s, was a rare sight for Ha An-i and Li-ra.
I was also curious to see that figure, and there was no one here to help Haru now because if I tried to forcefully remove the eraser that was stuck like that, there could be a misfortune.
She should be able to take it off if Ji-Woo gives her strength. She’s stuck like that, so what can I do…
“Bruh…”
At the time when Haru was agonizing over a fairly embarrassing situation, if not too far, a subtle sound flowed from Haru’s stomach.
A sound that is so small that only I can hear it here, that other people have not heard.
When I recognized that mysterious sound, I was already approaching Haru and Jiwoo.
“Oh, brother, it’s… Mo, I feel like my body is getting hotter. I didn’t know about this…”
“Wait a minute, shh. Please don’t make a sound.”
“You, you are too good…
I don’t know what was too much or what I didn’t understand, but I made Haru’s mouth shut to hear the sound better.
“Beom…
Then, the unidentified sound that had been buried in Haru’s strange voice until just now came a little clearer, and only then did I know the identity of the sound.
“Jee, Jiwoo!”
The owner of the unidentified sound was Jiwoo, who for some reason had been sitting still with his face buried in Haru’s stomach.
I hurriedly grabbed Jiwoo by the waist and lifted his little body.
Suuk!
Contrary to my expectation that he would be holding on tightly, Jiwoo was so easily caught in my arms.
Like Simba from The Lion King, Jiwoo was lifted up into the air with tears hanging from his eyes with a tear-stained face.
“Are you okay?”
“Oh, it’s not okay, yes…”
How scared Jiwoo was, Haru’s stomach area where Jiwoo was burying his face was stained with tears.
However, Jiwoo’s expression was so sad that he couldn’t say anything even after he was terrorized with tears.
“Mo, I have a dam in my neck… I have a dam… My arms are gone… I can’t move my neck or arms… Heeheein . . . I thought I was really going to die…
“Dam came?”
“Yes, yes.”
That’s right. Looking at it now, the trapezius part is definitely hardened. Well, in that position, he rubbed his face against his stomach for a long time while suddenly putting too much strain on his muscles.
I wonder if my throat keeps hurting. It hurts.’ He placed his hand on Jiwoo’s back, who was crying, and gave a brief warning.
“It might surprise you, so hold your breath for a moment. I’m excited.”
“Ehhhhh? Oh, I see. Whoops!”
Chifang!
At the same time Ji-Woo stopped breathing, he pushed the palm of his hand against Ji-Woo’s small, delicate back very quickly and then released it.
“Ki-hya-ah?!”
The shock, which proceeded at high speed through the palm of the hand, penetrated only the hardened muscles of Jiwoo, and the muscles that had been united together disintegrated and regained their original softness.
“How is it? It’s fine now.”
“I was surprised, yes! I thought the liver was really falling… Huh?”
“All right.”
Ji-Woo turned his head to me from behind to express his sadness at my palm strike, and soon realized that his neck had softened again, and widened his eyes.
“Wow! What? How did you do it?”
“Ah… This is a penetrating mirror. You can select and apply shock to only the parts you want.”
“Hiyaa ····· Choi Gop Kneader!”
Jiwoo’s twin sticks had enough power to raise the corners of my mouth.
I must have received a double-dabong.
“The idol in charge is crying over a wall, and as a manager, it’s only natural that he solves the problem.”
“Then, can other managers also be able to get rid of things that are stuck like this at once, just like manager Oppa?”
Can another manager do something like me?
To be honest, I have the awareness that I use my body better than other people, but I don’t think that breaking barriers is a unique and special ability that only I can do.
Anyway, it’s an infiltration mirror.
“Huh? I’m not sure about that because I’ve never met other managers. Maybe this much is possible? If you don’t know anything else, you need to know how to use a penetrating goggles so it’s comfortable.”
“Wow, there was a reason that being an idol manager is an extreme job, an extreme job.”
“Yes. It is a very difficult job, but unless you are a manager of a successful celebrity, the pay is very low, so it deserves to be called an extreme job.”
“That’s right… manager oppa, then I have a question for you. Manager Oppa, why do you do such a difficult job as a manager…”
Just before Jiwoo’s curious question came to an end and flew at me, I heard an inaudible sound from behind.
“But, can I call you Haru unnie? I will, I am 19 years old this year. Whatever it is, I’m a member now, so I’ll just call you unnie. I don’t want to get along badly for nothing.”
“Do whatever you want. Instead, I have no desire to get close to you. Of course, I have no intention of getting along. Just a member belonging to the same group, it would be nice to have that kind of relationship.”
“That’s what I want to say.”
Since that happened just before, they didn’t openly argue with each other, but the air current flowing between them definitely looked unusual.
A relationship where you’re just a member of the same group… That’s not good.
Unlike the best singers and best dancers, being the best idol is not something you can do alone.
The basics of idols are that each member of the group fulfills his or her role, and that each other makes up for each other’s shortcomings and maximizes the synergy.
If that was impossible, it would be difficult to be recognized as an ordinary idol, let alone the best idol.
“······Manager oppa, do I have to step in again? Is it time to go back to ‘hug me’ Yoo Jiwoo?!”
This situation was so undesirable that Jiwoo frowned and went into battle.
However, considering Ji-Woo’s crying the other day, I can’t leave everything to Ji-Woo again.
“No, I will do it this time. This is the original manager’s…”
While continuing my conversation, I met Jiwoo’s eyes as he looked up at me.
A child’s gaze, believing that I can solve it completely.
Ji-woo was clearly a 20-year-old adult, but he was a child who needed adult help.
The three people who are having a snowball fight over there, too.
“No, it’s up to adults.”
So now was the time to treat them as adults, not as managers.