From Thug to Idol: Transmigrating to a Survival Show

"What the heck? That's so good!" Yeri exclaimed, making June snap back to reality.

The lyrics definitely didn't seem like a coincidence anymore.

Did Mei recall him in any sort?

"Was it good?" Mei asked. "I wrote it in a few minutes."

"Girl, I can never write that even if I was given an entire hour," Hyuna chimed. "You did a great job."

"I almost cried!" Ara exclaimed. "It's a good thing it was only short. If it was longer, then I would have bawled my eyes out."

"I liked it a lot," Zonya said.

"It's good," Yeri chimed. "Right, Mentor?"

They all turned to June, their eyes widening when they saw his current state.

"Mentor June?" Ara skeptically asked. "Are you...crying?"

June's eyebrows raised, and he quickly felt his cheek.

Just as Ara said, he was actually crying.

He shook his head and wiped the tears from his eyes.

June had been feeling more emotional these days. It seemed like dying actually altered his brain chemistry!

"I'm fine," he said, looking up at the ceiling to stop his tears from spilling further.

Then, when he felt that it was safe—he faced the girls once more, who looked more concerned than before.

"You actually...cried?" Mei asked.

June pursed his lips and quickly diverted the topic.

"Well, it was a touching poem," he said. "It was almost as if you have a brother."

Mei scratched the back of her neck. "That's what's strange about it. When I wrote this, I actually felt like I had a real brother," she opened up.

"Oh," June muttered. "Can you recall what he looks like?"

Mei shook her head. "I'm not sure," she muttered. "I can't see his face, but I can feel that he's warm...and big...and annoying."

Her last description made the group burst into chuckles.

"Well, you can never take away annoyance when you're talking about siblings," Yeri said.

"You're right about that," Ara chimed. "I really like Mei's poem, but I was also highly amused by Yeri's."

"It sounds like two different songs," Zonya remarked. "Mei's poem talks about wishing your siblings well and feeling love for them without them knowing."

"Yeri, on the other hand, just sounds like a series of roasts," she chuckled.

"I think we have to choose one between the two," Hyuna said, making the other girls nod in agreement.

June, on the other hand, stayed silent—seemingly in the process of thinking.

Then, after a few seconds, a wide smile arose from his lips.

"What if we don't have to choose between the two?" he asked, causing the girls to turn to him with inquiring eyes.

"Are you proposing that we mix the two concepts?" Mei asked.

"Exactly," June smirked.

"We can't jive them together," Ara countered. "It wouldn't be a coherent song, then. It will sound like a love-hate relationship."

"Exactly," June repeated.

With one word, the other girls suddenly came to a realization.

June's idea was actually good!

"We have been given a cute instrumental," June continued. "Now, we have Yeri's silly lyrics, which matches the concept of the song well. However, if we make it too humorous, then people would think of it as a parody or a joke song."

"However, mixing it with Mei's poem, which talks about the unconditional love of a sibling, we can have a song that perfectly describes the paradoxical love-hate relationship of siblings!" he concluded.

The other girls stayed silent for a few moments before they turned to each other with wide eyes.

Ara raised her hand while June gestured for her to continue.

"Are you sure you don't have a sibling—a brother, perhaps?"

June was confused by her question. Nonetheless, he shook his head.

"Dang it," Ara muttered in disappointment.

"If I can't have you, I was willing to have your brother instead...or sister! We don't discriminate in this household."

***

June couldn't help but smile as he arrived at their dorm.

Even with all the shocking revelations, there were still lots of things to smile about.

"Thank you for your service," June happily exclaimed. "However, I would appreciate it if you don't vape inside the car. We, singers, need to keep our lungs clean," he continued.

The staff member's eyes widened, and his cheeks instantly became red.

He was fetched by somebody else since Jay had joined the other members in their practice for the concert.

With that, June got out of the car and waved goodbye, letting the staff member internalize what had just happened.

Normally, June would just ignore such actions—especially since they would probably only meet once or twice more.

However, with June's near end, he decided to just say anything he wanted. What was the worst that could happen when he was going to die in the end?

Now, June just needed to shower and get changed before Jay fetched him to go to the practice room.

He entered the empty dorm and quickly went to the shower. The warm water against his skin felt so nice that he didn't realize he had already spent so much time inside.

June looked at the time on his phone and saw that it was already past 4 PM—the time he agreed on with Jay.

With that, he quickly dried his hair and wrapped a towel around his waist before heading back to his room to get dressed.

However, as he opened the bathroom door, he nearly jumped in surprise when he saw that someone else was already there.

"Jay," he said.

It was a good thing that Jay's back was turned to him, so he wasn't able to see June's bare body.

However, June was confused since Jay continued facing away from him. Usually, he would look at June at any given chance.

Yet, it seemed like he was frozen in his spot.

Tightening the towel around his waist, June called his name once more.

"Jay?" he asked. "Wait for me outside. I'll just get dressed."

But then again, Jay didn't turn around, staying rooted in his spot.

June's frown deepened.

There was definitely something going on.

With that, he decided to see what Jay was so preoccupied with.

"What are you—"

June stopped in his tracks when he saw what was in Jay's hands.

Then, some liquid splattered on the paper, making some of the ink smudge.

Tears.

They were Jay's tears.

Then, he slowly lifted his head to look June in the eyes.

"Jay, I—"

"When were you planning on telling me that you're dying?"