From Thug to Idol: Transmigrating to a Survival Show

[117 Goseung-gun, Gangwon Province, South Korea]

The first time he went to this place was to visit his parents' graves.

Minjun came along with him during that time, so it was only natural that Minjun came along with him this time, too. Of course, their trusty bodyguards came, too. They weren't going to risk getting harmed while they were on a short vacation!

"Why did you drag me out here?" Minjun whined, peeling some oranges and eating them in one whole piece.

June clicked his tongue. "You practically begged me to take you here when you were younger."

Minjun stuck his tongue out at him. "I was immature back then! I was also an entire foot shorter than my current height."

"It's been a year," June deadpanned.

"And so?" Minjun asked. "Boys tend to grow quickly."

June shook his head in amusement. "I could still remember that day. You were a very cute devil."

Minjun clicked his tongue. "Don't call me that anymore. I'm already in 8th grade."

June sighed in nostalgia. "Oh, how time had passed. Now, you have a bigger ego than Zeth."

Minjun scoffed. "Don't compare me to him. I'm much more handsome."

June smirked. "Point proven."

After a few more minutes, the two finally arrived at a familiar scenery.

"What are we doing here again?" Minjun asked as they got out of the van.

"I'm looking for something," June vaguely answered.

Minjun clicked his tongue. "Don't tell me that you're finding yourself here. I ain't about to hear such cheesy stuff from you."

June smiled and nudged the boy's shoulder.

"What if I told you that I'm doing just that?"

Minjun cringed. "Get away from me, boomer."

June shook his head in amusement. "Kids," he muttered.

Just then, he heard a familiar voice calling them over.

June lifted his head and saw Grandma Bok-Soon, the grandma who had taken them in when they had gone here for the first time.

"Joon-ho!" she called his real name. "Over here!"

The bodyguards stayed behind, seemingly having their own place to stay in.

Haruto's connections was just great like that!

June placed his bag over his shoulder and called Minjun over.

"Let's go," he said.

Minjun, being the shy 8th-grader that he was, hesitantly followed after him.

"Omo," the old woman exclaimed as soon as she saw the two of them.

"The two of you had gotten even more handsome! How is that possible?"

"You're really an idol now," she said while looking at June.

"And you," she said, turning to Minjun, who still appeared shy. "Are you the little boy that came with June last year? You've grown so well! You're very handsome, too."

Minjun pursed his lips, trying to hide his smile. However, it still peeked through his supposedly 'nonchalant' personality.

"Are you planning on becoming an idol?" she asked.

Minjun frantically shook his head. As much as he enjoyed being called handsome, he could never commit to being an idol!

It was way too much pressure and work.

"Oh, that's alright," Bok-soon said. "Why don't you go to my house and place down your stuff? You said that you're going to stay for a night, right?"

June nodded. "If that isn't too much."

"Of course not," Bok-soon said. "Even though you only contacted me last night, you can stay here for a couple more days if you'd like."

June shook his head. "A night would be enough."

Bok-soon smiled. "Alright, then. Let's go to my humble home."

Minjun and June went to Grandma Bok-soon's house to unload their stuff and settle down. They were given some refreshments as they arrived, which made them feel very welcomed.

However, June felt like he couldn't waste any time, so as soon as he finished his drink, he stood on the floor.

Grandma Bok-soon looked up at him.

"Are you going now?"

June nodded. "I want to visit my parents' graves."

"Hmm," Bok-soon said. "They're always the first ones you want to see whenever you come here. Make sure to wear a hat since the weather's pretty hot today."

June nodded and took the hat from Grandma Bok-soon.

"Do you have another one for the kid?" he asked.

"Of course," she smiled. "Here, little one."

Minjun pursed his lips, obviously not happy with how he was being called.

Nonetheless, he wore the hat that Grandma Bok-soon had provided.

The two were about to leave when June remembered something.

"Perhaps, do you have a shovel?"

***

"A shovel?" Minjun asked. "What the heck are you going to do with a shovel?"

"Just keep quiet," June said. "I'll stay here. You stay there and wait for me."

Minjun clicked his tongue and sat on a log.

"Look, if you're going to dig up your parents' bodies, then count me out. I don't want to see any dead people today," he said.

June sighed as he looked at the flat ground, looking for a starting point.

"Don't worry. That's not my goal, too," June muttered.

He looked around the area, wondering where he would be able to find the briefcase.

"This is going to be tough," June said, already having a hunch that finding the briefcase would be a harder task than he had expected.

"How long are you going to stand there?" Minjun asked.

"Do you want me to start digging for you?"

"Stay quiet, kid," June said, causing Minjun to shake his head.

Then, Minjun stood, grabbing the shovel from June's hand and pressing it onto the ground.

As soon as he did that, a metal sound was heard, causing their eyes to widen in surprise.

Minjun stepped back while June quickly took the shovel to dig even deeper. As he hit the ground once more, he felt the item underground.

Well, that was actually easier than he had thought.

Minjun actually had a lot of luck!

June couldn't relate.

He continued digging until he created a small hole.

There, he saw what seemed to be black steel material buried under the ground.

June knelt down and quickly grabbed the case before sitting on the log that Minjun had previously sat on.

The young teen went to where he was and poked the steel briefcase.

"What's that?" he asked.

June smirked as he shook the briefcase. There was no doubt. It was the same briefcase that he had stolen from another gang a year ago!

The very briefcase that caused all of this chaos in the first place.

"A treasure," June responded, getting ready to open the briefcase.

He pressed the buttons.

"Finally," he muttered.

However, the buttons couldn't be pressed. They were rock-

hard.

June frowned and flipped the briefcase so that the buttons were facing him.

Then, it hit him.

The answers weren't in his hands just yet.

"What's the passcode?" Minjun asked.