From Thug to Idol: Transmigrating to a Survival Show

Three days.

Three days had passed since June found out he was potentially dying by the end of the month.

He finally came to a decision.

'Fuck it,' he muttered, standing from his bed and getting ready for the day.

He showered and grabbed a snack before taking the keys of the van from Jay's hidden stash. He thought he was slick for hiding it, but the members knew all along.

June knew not to break the rules, but now that his time was quite limited, he decided that he wanted to do the things he had never done before.

Moreover, he wanted to give his members and the people he loved a great gift, even if he wasn't there anymore—the gift of comfort and protection.

With that, he decided to take one extra step to give EVE the best terms possible.

He knew he had a lot to lose, but he was about to lose his life! Is there anything more he could lose aside from that?

With that, June drove to a particular, familiar place.

He stepped out of the car and sighed in relief when he didn't see anyone around.

Well, to be fair, nobody sane would come to the place that June would.

He opened the door and saw a familiar man inside.

The man, appearing to be having coffee, didn't bother turning around.

"The salon's not open yet," he said, taking another sip from his coffee.

June clicked his tongue and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"I need a haircut."

As Kumo heard the familiar voice, he quickly turned around.

"Oh my!" Kumo exclaimed, placing his coffee on the dresser and standing from his seat.

"You finally came back here!" he continued, circling around June like a predator observing its prey.

"It's been a while," June said.

"It has," Kumo said. "You've gotten much more famous since the last time you came here. I told my other customers that you get your hair done here, but none of them believed me! I realized that I didn't take a photo with you every time you came here."

June shook his head in amusement. "The more surprising thing is that you still get customers."

"And don't worry," June added, walking to the chair and sitting on it. "We can take a photo right after you give me a haircut."

Kumo smirked. "I'll have you know that I'm fully booked for the day! However, since you came extra early, I can just push back my first appointment."

June nodded in acknowledgment.

"Thanks," he muttered. "I just want something simple, so it won't take too long."

"Alright," Kumo said, whipping out his apron and wearing it like a doctor wearing their labgown.

Then, he brought out his scissors and dramatically twirled them in his fingers.

"What can I do for you?"

"A dye job?"

"A mohawk?"

"Or a mullet? Those are quite trendy these days, right?"

"There's also another one I want to try! Zigzag hair!"

June quickly shook his head, not even wanting to imagine what zigzag hair looked like.

"I said something simple," June deadpanned.

Kumo clicked his tongue and gestured for him to continue.

"First of all, I want to dye my hair back to my original color," June said.

"Ooh!" Kumo exclaimed. "I could do that for you. Your roots are already growing in. Moreover, you will always be most suitable for your natural hair color! However, since you're so handsome, you'll look good in anything."

"For the haircut?" Kumo asked.

"Shave it off," June said with a straight face, causing Kumo to stay silent for a couple of moments.

"Like military short?" Kumo asked. "Are you going to enlist early? I thought EVE was doing quite well."

June clicked his tongue, bringing out his phone and showing it to Kumo.

Kumo raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"You can do this for me, right? Or is it too simple?" June asked.

Kumo smirked, suddenly feeling challenged.

"Of course," Kumo said. "Leave it all to Kumo!"

***

As expected, June fell asleep as Kumo was doing his hair.

He only woke up when Kumo tapped his shoulder.

"It's done," Kumo said. "It's a masterpiece!"

June opened his eyes and blinked away his sleepiness.

The first thing he saw was his reflection, making him halt.

"What do you think?" Kumo asked. "I did a good job, right?"

June smirked. "I guess there's a reason why you're always fully booked."

Kumo smiled, feeling a sense of accomplishment.

With that, June stood from his seat and gave Kumo some cash.

Kumo raised his hands in the hair, not wanting to take the payment.

"I'll do this for free," Kumo said.

June clicked his tongue, took his hand, and placed the money in his palms.

"Just take it," June said. "I'm doing much better these days anyway," he smirked.

Kumo shook his head in amusement. "Well, you must be making a lot."

June had definitely started earning a lot because of their popularity. However, in his opinion, it was still not what the group deserved.

Azure took too much from them.

"Anyway, I'll get going," June said, waving his hands goodbye.

"Just in time," Kumo said. "I believe my first customer is here."

"Hmm," June said, waving once more before leaving the small salon.

However, on his way out, another customer went in—a woman around June's age.

They met eyes for a second, so June bowed before passing her.

On the other hand, the woman paused, not being able to move from her spot.

"So handsome," she said, appearing starstruck.

After a while, she snapped out of her daze, but the handsome man's face still didn't leave her mind.

She sat on Kumo's chair with a mind that thought of nothing except for June's good looks.

"I asked—what do you want?" Kumo asked, causing the customer to snap back to reality.

"Say, does an idol get his hair done here?" she asked, not really answering Kumo's question.

Kumo smiled. "Well, of course! The customer who went before you was June from EVE."

"June from EVE?" she exclaimed with wide eyes, about to fall from the chair.

"Yes," Kumo smiled. "Do you want to see our photo?"

With that, Kumo whipped out his phone.

However, he quickly halted when he realized something.

"Gosh darn it!" he loudly exclaimed, making the customer surprised.

"I forgot to take a photo with him!"