From Thug to Idol: Transmigrating to a Survival Show

It didn't end there.

Hyuck subtly signaled for Scar to act her part out.

Scar nodded and stood from her seat, the old men oblivious because they were busy tending to Mr. Kim Minsoo's pants.

Scar's hand trembled as he reached for the bowl of snacks sitting in front of Mr. Kim.

The man was still standing, his face a mask of poorly contained frustration as his dogs wiped at the stain on his expensive trousers.

Scar's legs naturally gave out just as she had reached in front of Mr. Kim.

She clumsily tripped forward. Desperately, she grabbed onto the first thing she could find- Mr. Kim's pants.

The fabric slipped down far too easily, and with them, the unfortunate man's underwear followed.

For a brief, horrified second, everything was laid bare in front of the stunned guests.

"That wasn't part of the plan," Hail muttered, closing her eyes and turning her head to the side.

Meanwhile, Hyuck pursed his lips to contain his laughter. "This is better than the plan," he muttered.

Meanwhile, Ali was frozen in her seat. "It looks like...Texas."

Time seemed to freeze as gasps of shock filled the room, followed by a dead silence that rang louder than any noise.

Mr. Kim stood there, his face a boiling shade of red, as his eyes darted around the room. Then, he lost it.

"Do you know who I am, you filthy little street rat?" Mr. Kim's voice was venomous. "How dare you-how dare you humiliate me in front of everyone!"

His fists clenched as he trembled with fury.

June covered his mouth to suppress the smile on his face.

"You're nothing but a pathetic, worthless piece of trash! How dare you touch me with your dirty hands?" Mr. Kim's voice echoed through the room, seething with contempt.

"Or is it because you want some of this?" he asked, pointing to his crotch.

"You're so desperate, huh? You want to get in my pants, is that it? You've heard of others being successful because of me, and you want to be the same?"

"Well, unluckily for you, I won't do just that. If you had a prettier face, then you would have the chance. However, you are not up to my standards," he said.

Then, gasps were heard in the room once more as Scar threw a glass of wine at Mr. Kim's face.

"Now, that really isn't part of the plan," Hail said in horror.

June wanted to laugh out loud. This was actually panning out better than he thought! It was the best drama he had seen in a while!

"You think you're the shit just because you have money?" Scar exclaimed. "Yes, I'm desperate. But I won't touch your Texas-looking thing from a mile away!"

Scar's eyes widened with fear as Mr. Kim took a step toward her.

"Scar!" Hyuck exclaimed.

The events went fast.

Scar tried to back away, but the old man was quicker. The slap came out of nowhere, sharp and loud, snapping Scar's head to the side. The sound echoed through the room, and everything seemed to stop.

June, who had been monitoring the scene, felt his stomach churn.

That wasn't supposed to happen.

No one was supposed to get hurt.

"Mr. Kim, please!" one of the other guests, a man with a slick suit and a nervous expression, tried to intervene. "Let's get you dressed, don't we? You're going to have a great night tonight!"

"Let me at that bitch!" he exclaimed.

Scar continued to stand there, frozen, when Hyuck pulled her toward them and asked if she was alright.

"Are these the kind of people you bring to my club? Do you think of it so lightly?" Mr. Kim exclaimed in anger.

The other workers rushed forward as if to shield Mr. Kim from further embarrassment.

They bent down to pick up his pants, wiping away the mess, and trying to restore order.

They treated him like a god who had been wronged by mere mortals.

Their hands trembled as they helped him with his trousers, offering apologies that only seemed to fuel his anger further.

And then, in a split-second decision, June fell to the ground, dragging Mr. Kim's phone with

him.

The phone clattered to the floor beside June, its screen lighting up with the call. Mr. Kim, momentarily distracted from his tirade, let out a deep sigh as he bent down to help June up. "You clumsy fool," he muttered, his voice low but still filled with irritation.

But then, something caught his eye. His phone-there was a call in progress. Slowly, he picked it up, his expression turning from irritation to confusion as he brought it to his ear. "Hello?" Mr. Kim's voice was tentative, his anger momentarily forgotten.

On the other end, a woman's voice, familiar yet strained, responded, "What...did I just hear?" Mr. Kim's face drained of color as the realization hit him.

"Honey?" Mr. Kim asked.

The room fell into an even deeper silence as everyone realized what was happening.

"Don't call me honey. I knew this would happen again. I thought you had changed!"

The call ended, and Mr. Kim was left standing in disbelief.

Then, chaos erupted.

You ruined my night! All of you, you're trying to embarrass me! This was supposed to be perfect, and you've all ruined it!"

His eyes darted from face to face, searching for someone to blame.

The other guests rushed to calm him down. "Please, Mr. Kim, it's okay, it's not that bad-"

"Shut up! Just shut up!" Mr. Kim screamed, his voice cracking as he clutched his phone, his knuckles white. The desperation in his eyes was unmistakable now, the realization that his perfect night had been ruined beyond repair sinking in.

In the midst of the chaos, June saw his chance. He locked eyes with Hyuck, who had been standing near the edge of the room. June gave a subtle nod, then gestured toward the secret exit hidden behind a curtain. Hyuck understood immediately, and with a quick signal, he got the others moving.

One by one, they slipped out through the exit. The guests were too distracted by Mr. Kim's meltdown to notice, their focus entirely on trying to contain the situation before it spiraled even further out of control.

It wasn't until several minutes later, when Mr. Kim finally paused to catch his breath, that someone noticed. "Where are they?" a guest whispered, looking around the room in

confusion. "Where did they go?"

Panic spread among the remaining guests as they realized that June and his group were gone

and vanished without a trace.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Dan lay passed out, completely oblivious to the chaos that had

just unfolded outside.