From Thug to Idol: Transmigrating to a Survival Show

"You don't know?" Haruto asked with wide eyes.

"How come you don't know when you were the one who hid it?"

June sighed as he leaned against the chair.

"I know it sounds ridiculous, but I believe I had forgotten where I hid it," June said, scratching the back of his head.

"I've been searching my mind for days, but nothing comes to mind."

Haruto shook his head. "Well, it was a traumatic past, so you might have unconsciously blocked that information."

June nodded, thankful that Haruto didn't pry further.

"That's why I came here," June said. "I believe you're the only person I could trust regarding this matter."

"Perhaps. Do you have any idea where I could find the briefcase?" June asked.

Haruto pursed his lips before sighing.

"I'm sorry—but I also don't have a clue. I believe I tried asking you multiple times about its whereabouts, but you never divulged any information."

"You were afraid I was going to dig it up and bring it to the higher-ups."

"In the end, the two of us parted ways before I could find out about anything," Haruto said.

June raked his fingers through his hair in frustration.

"You should have told me back then," Haruto said, teasing June to lighten up the atmosphere.

"I know," June muttered, blaming Joon-ho for being such a secretive man.

"Nah, I'm kidding," Haruto said. "I think it's for the best that you didn't tell me. I felt like I would have really dug up where you hid the briefcase if you had told me."

"Really?" June asked.

Haruto nodded without any hesitation. "I was far too desperate to debut back then."

"Moreover, I also became more ambitious after hearing what the briefcase really contained."

June's back straightened, and he leaned his elbows on the table as he looked at Haruto with semi-wide eyes.

"You know about its contents?"

Haruto clicked his tongue. "Well, I don't know the exact contents, per se. However, I overheard CEO Kim Young-do and his assistant talking one time—and I believe they were talking about the briefcase."

"What did they say about it?" June asked, intrigued.

Haruto paused for a moment, trying to recall their words.

"I don't remember exactly," he said.

"It was the key to dominating the entertainment industry, they said—the capacity to destroy everyone or something like that."

June frowned as he deciphered Haruto's words.

"What could that mean?" June muttered.

Haruto shrugged. "I also don't know. However, I was blinded by the word 'dominate,' so I wanted to take it from you back then."

"I guess that was the start of my dominating kink," he happily said.

June ignored Haruto's comment, even wanting to forget about it since he was too focused on what Haruto had shared about the contents of the briefcase.

"So, whatever it is that's inside the briefcase—it must be very important," Haruto concluded.

"That's also the reason why a lot of people are after it."

"However, you are the closest to finding it," Haruto said.

"You just have to dig deeper into your mind so you can find it."

"That's the problem," June sighed in frustration. "I don't even know where to start."

Haruto clicked his tongue as he thought of plausible solutions.

"Well, you didn't go to a lot of places after the incident. I, too, became a dormant and isolated person—hence, leading to my fall," he said, gesturing to his legs with an amused smile.

"You still went to the company to practice, then went back to your dorms, visited your original home from time to time, and also ate at your favorite snack bar."

"So, you weren't strange nor suspicious during those times—which makes it harder for us to know where the briefcase is."

June groaned in frustration, throwing his head back as the clue he had found in his old phone echoed in his mind.

"Again, I believe that this is a question that only you can answer," Haruto remarked.

"I suggest you start from the beginning—where you first originated."

June froze as he said those familiar words once again.

Origin?

Why was everybody talking about his origin all of a sudden?

'Don't tell me. Are you perhaps—Fu?' he thought.

"Or, you could also smack your head on the concrete so your blocked memories can come back," he innocently suggested, causing June to shake his head.

Never mind.

***

"Five minutes, guys!" Jia exclaimed as she stretched her arms and cracked her knuckles.

Bora sighed as she looked around the computer shop.

"I can't believe that so many people are planning to go to EVE's show," she muttered.

Soomin pursed her lips before slumping in her chair.

"Our chances are honestly getting slimmer and slimmer. More people are coming in to get their tickets!" she exclaimed.

"Well, I don't really trust our internet connection, so I suggested coming here with you guys," Nari said.

"Let's hope that we'll be able to get tickets," Wei nervously said. "There's only around 8,000 tickets for grabs, so it's going to be a bloodbath."

Tonight was the ticketing for EVE's mini-concert, and as expected, people from around the world wanted to be a part of the important milestone.

Computer shops in Korea were filled to the brim as fans wanted to secure a ticket for themselves.

Gamers, who usually play after class, had no choice but to wait for the multitude of fans to secure their tickets before they were able to grab a seat.

"Three minutes!" Jia excitedly said, already preparing her hands to click on the link for the ticketing.

Meanwhile, in an apartment in Seoul, a pretty woman was situated between the thighs of a handsome man.

"Stop it!" Mimi exclaimed, pushing Nico away as he tried to kiss her neck.

Nico sighed as he looked at her phone over his shoulders.

"What are you even doing? You've been staring at your phone all day," he muttered.

Mimi clicked his tongue. "I wouldn't have given you a chance if I knew you were going to be this clingy."

"Hey!" Nico exclaimed, offended. "I thought you liked my clingy side."

Mimi rolled her eyes. "It's whatever. I do like it. However, not for this situation. I really need you to give me some space."

"There's only two minutes left!" she anxiously exclaimed.

"What exactly are you doing?" Nico asked with a frown.

Mimi turned to her boyfriend with a wide smile.

"I'm going to participate in the ticketing for EVE's mini-concert, of course!"

Nico's eyes immediately narrowed.

Even now, he had to compete for his girlfriend's attention because of EVE?

"Why don't you just come to BOYMYSTIC's last concert instead?"

"I already have a ticket for that," she smiled. "You've reserved one for me, right?"

"Besides," Mimi said. "This concert will happen after your disbandment."

Nico clicked his tongue. "Still, should you be so passionate about this ticketing?"

Mimi didn't bother responding anymore as she focused her gaze on her phone and refreshed it over and over again.

"Babe?"

"Shh!" Mimi sternly said.

"The ticketing has started!"