From Thug to Idol: Transmigrating to a Survival Show

He was dressed in all black like he always did whenever he went out. That seemed to have helped a lot as he slipped through the chaos, making his way to a side entrance that not many people knew of. The hospital's indoor garden was just beyond it. He looked around and saw a couple of police officers roaming around, so he quickly blended into the shadows.

June's heart raced as he slipped past the police, his instincts guiding him like they had during his days in the gang. He knew that the chaos unfolding inside the hospital wasn't random. It had the hallmarks of a desperate man and innocent civilians that would put him on leverage. June knew that Chul was just a pawn in a larger game, and June could sense there was more at play.

His mind raced back to the days when he dealt with similar situations. Hostage situations usually happen for two reasons: either the perpetrator had nothing to lose, or they had something crucial to gain. In Chul's case, it was likely both. Slipping through the caution tape, June moved unnoticed, his years of evading authorities serving him well. He approached two guards stationed at an entrance, his movements precise. A quick press to a pressure point on the first guard's neck rendered him unconscious, distracting the other guard and allowing June to slip inside. Inside, the hospital was eerily quiet, with patients and staff hiding in fear. On the first floor, he found people lying on the ground, their eyes wide with terror. Now, you might be wondering why June was acting so rashly. Normally, he would have done this behind the scenes, not allowing himself to be put under the spotlight due to the nature of his job. However, he was living on the edge—on the brink of death, So, if this was the last day he would live, then he would go out fighting for what mattered. He strode toward the garden, the patients and staff watching him in fear. Even the police outside, who were watching through their binoculars, seemed stunned as they saw a figure walking toward the gunman.

"What is he doing?" the police muttered. "He needs to stop. We don't want a casualty." "Give me that," another police officer said, grabbing the megaphone from his coworker. "To all the people inside, please stay calm," he subtly said, not wanting to hint anything to the gunman. Although June had heard the policeman, he didn't heed his words. The civilian who was livestreaming the entire thing was also shocked as she panned the camera toward the walking civilian. June smirked. It was time to give them a good show. Then, without any hesitation, he removed his mask, exposing his face to everyone in the room.

Small gasps were heard in the hospital as a handsome presence graced them.

Even amidst the chaos, they could instantly recognize June's handsomeness. "Who is that?" an officer muttered, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Another officer took out her binoculars, gasping when she recognized who it was. "It's June...from EVE," she replied, just as stunned.

Ignoring the murmurs, June pushed through, confidently walking to the scene. The livestream shook, making many people complain. - Who is that? Someone's walking toward the scene! - What the heck is happening? Please steady your hands!

- Girl, the woman is traumatized. Let her be. - The guy looks handsome. - What the hell are you guys on about? He's literally in 144p on a shaky phone camera!

- He just removed his mask! That looked so cool. It was almost like an action film. - This is better than modern action films!

- Please stop romanticizing real-life crime. Just then, the camera woman held onto her hand, which allowed for more stable filming. Then, like the deities had answered the viewers' prayers, the internet connection seemed to be boosted inside the hospital as the resolution became clearer. With that, chaos ensued. - THAT'S JUNE! - Omo. It really is June!

- What is he doing there? - Rumor has it that his grandma is staying at that hospital!

- Then, does that mean...

- I don't want to assume, but then again, June wouldn't go to the hospital just to save a random woman.

-Frick. It's so cool of him, but I'm so concerned. -I can't help but think that he's going to get hurt!

-June, please allow other people to do that!

Just then, chaos also ensued outside of the hospital. The members of EVE, along with their manager and guards, stood among the concerned citizens.

Casper was the first one to the scene. "Let us in," he said. However, the police officers subdued them, reinforcing the barricades. Meanwhile, those waiting outside couldn't help but feel enamored by the handsome idol group. - A little birdy said that EVE is also there. Dang, I should have gone. - Please have some respect. There are lives at risk here. - I just want everyone to stay safe, please. I can't afford to lose anyone from EVE!

- Bro, June looks like he's about to die. He's going against an armed man!

As June got closer and closer to the scene, Chul turned around, instantly recognizing him. The sight of June's familiar face seemed to jolt him into an even wilder frenzy. "You," Chul muttered, remembering how June had ruined his life. With that, he tightened his hold around the old woman's neck, making her choke. "Don't come closer!" Chul screamed, his voice high with panic, as he pointed the gun directly at June.

June stopped in his tracks, his eyes locking onto Chul's. Everything else faded away. The noise, the chaos, the fear—it all dissolved into a single, intense focus. He was used to situations like this. He had faced down more menacing foes in his past life, and he knew that fear could be both a weapon and a weakness.

"Chul," June called out. "I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here to talk." "Talk?" Chul spat, his grip on the gun tightening. "What's there to talk about?" June took a cautious step forward, his hands raised in a non-threatening gesture. "I know that we don't have a good past, but let's put it all behind us. You don't want to hurt innocent civilians like this."

"Shut up!" Chul's voice wavered, but his resolve seemed to be weakening. "You don't know anything!"

June pursed his lips, losing patience. He was just using the very first tactic in his books—bargaining. Approaching such situations with calmness was usually the best way to go, but June could see how his grandma was starting to lose oxygen, which made him feel angry rather than calm.

The crowd watched in stunned silence. Jay, standing at the front of the police line, looked ready to burst with a mix of anger and helplessness. "June, get back here! This is too dangerous!"

June ignored his manager's plea, and his focus was solely on Chul.

For a moment, it seemed like June's words were getting through. Chul's eyes softened, and his grip on the gun loosened slightly. But then, in a split second, a flicker of madness returned, and he raised the gun higher, aiming it directly at June's chest.

"You don't get it!" Chul yelled. "There's no way out for me!"

In that instant, June saw red. "That's right," he spat. "You're fucking done for."