From Thug to Idol: Transmigrating to a Survival Show

As Xin now hid in a nearby dumpster, he couldn’t shake off the weird feeling in his heart. 

Is June actually rich? 

Then, are they going against a very unstoppable force? 

Xin was aware of the rich lifestyle—actually, he’s a fan of it. He had always wanted to live a comfortable, rich life. Unfortunately, he was born into a middle-income family, and he wanted nothing more to become an idol so he could live out his dream of becoming rich.

Hearing that June was a poor bastard who lived in the slum areas of Seoul made him feel a bit satisfied with himself. Yet seeing him now, standing in front of Pierre, one of the most prestigious and well-known Michelin restaurants in the entire land of Korea, made him feel jealous.

Not even small-scale politicians can eat here. 

It was that expensive. 

The five guys stood outside of the restaurant dressed in their casual jogging clothes, making them feel a bit out of place. They had just opened the place, and the people coming in gave them weird looks as they passed. 

June, however, didn’t care about that at all. He beckoned his friends to come to the front desk despite their reluctance. 

“Maybe we should come back in the evening,” Jisung said, scratching the back of his neck. 

“I agree,” Akira said, feeling a bit shameful. “Let’s rent suits or something.”

“Suits?” June raised his eyebrow. “That’s too expensive. Let’s just go in. I’m hungry.” 

His friends shook their heads in disbelief. June was taking them to a luxurious restaurant, but renting a suit was expensive? What a joke! 

June showed no signs of stopping as he stood at the front desk. His tacky appearance, along with his disheveled hair and mask-covered face, instantly made the host grimace. As the host looked at the other guys, however, his eyes brightened in surprise. 

What a handsome bunch! 

But they still looked dirt poor, so he kept his facade. 

The host, Seowon, didn’t even smile as he greeted the five of them. 

“Do you need anything?” he asked, nonchalantly going through his phone. 

“Uh, we want to eat here,” June casually said, like this wasn’t a 5-star restaurant. 

Seowon held in the urge to laugh. He popped a piece of gum in his mouth and chewed loudly. He couldn’t do this in front of important guests, but this group of men didn’t seem to be so important. 

“A lot of people want to eat here,” Seowon smiled. “Sadly, not everyone can have what they want.” 

C-Jay frowned and was about to tell him off when Jisung held onto his shoulder and shook his head. 

“Good job for stopping your friend over there,” Seowon said. “We don’t really accept such squatter-like behavior in this very prestigious restaurant.” 

June felt his eye twitch, but he calmed himself down. 

As a gangster, he had met plenty of guys like this. They’re entitled just because they represent an expensive enterprise. However, in the end, they get the same median wage as office workers.  Yet their attitude is even worse than a poor man’s. 

“Then, can you prepare a table for us?” June calmly said. “We really came here to eat.” 

“Then, do you have a reservation?” Seowon smugly asked. He knew for a fact that their reservation list was filled until the next month by their stakeholders—and men as young as them would definitely not be on the list. 

“No,” June said. 

“Or, perhaps you’re a member of the country club?” 

“No,” June said, causing Seowon’s smirk to widen. 

“Then, I’m sorry, we can’t let you in. Our restaurant has a reputation to keep, and only people with reservations or are members of the country club can eat in this restaurant.” 

“We have this,” June said, bringing out the coupon from his pocket, but Seowon didn’t even bother looking at it. 

“You should leave,” he smiled. “Before I call security.” 

Xin, who had now migrated to the big plant in the lobby, listened in on their conversation.

He smirked when he realized that June was rich, but he couldn’t be THAT rich. 

“We should just leave, bro,” Akira said, already feeling quite ashamed. 

However, June stood his ground. People like this will only continue looking down on others unless they are proven wrong. 

And June was determined to prove him wrong.

“We are going to eat here,” he said, sliding over the coupon in front of Seowon. However, Seowon continued to ignore the shiny piece of paper. 

“Are you really not going to leave?” he asked. 

“No,” June stubbornly said, crossing his arms in front of his chest. 

The two of them locked gazes, and Seowon felt frustrated since he felt intimidated by the poor guy’s eyes. 

“Fine,” Seowon said. He then pressed the button to call for security and a higher-up. “Then, you can talk to my manager.”

A bald man with a well-kept mustache and a big guy with sunglasses came out from behind Seowon. 

“Is there anything wrong here?” the mustache-man asked. 

“Yes, manager,” Seowon said, suddenly sounding professional. 

“This group of young lads are insisting on eating at Pierre, and they are increasingly becoming violent.” 

“Violent?” Jangmoon exclaimed. “Do you want me to show you real violence?”

June held out his hand, causing Jangmoon to shut his mouth. 

Seowon continued to smile. “My point has been proven.” 

The manager sighed. “Please, boys. Just leave. We don’t want Big Ant over here to throw you out and cause a scene,” he said, gesturing to the big guy next to him.

June handed over the coupon to the manager. “I have this,” he said. “Can’t we use it for this restaurant? The person who gave it to me said I can use it any time,” he bluffed. 

The manager’s eyebrows furrowed as he observed the coupon. Then, he brought out a magnifying glass from his pocket. 

As he read the contents of the coupon, his eyes widened in surprise, and he muttered a curse word under his breath. 

This coupon was only dispensed to their greatest shareholders. 

“Choi,” it even had their surname underneath. 

“M—may I please see an ID card, sir?” the manager shakily asked. 

June sighed while Seowon frowned. It was a rare occurrence for his manager to lose his cool, but there he was, sounding unconfident in front of a poor-looking young man. 

June didn’t know the reason for showing his ID card, but he agreed since he wanted to eat as soon as possible. 

“Here,” he said, handing them Choi Joon-ho’s ID. 

The manager’s breath got caught in the back of his throat as he glanced at the ID, the coupon, and then back at June. 

Choi…

June clicked his tongue and removed his mask. “That’s me,” he said.

Seowon froze when June removed his mask. This face—it seemed like the face of a young master! The mask and tacky clothes had deceived him! 

The manager continued to observe June, and when his eyes strayed to his shoes, he was confident that he was, indeed, the owner of the coupon. 

The manager pinched Seowon’s side, causing him to squeal in an embarrassingly high tone. 

“Get these fine young men a table right away!”