From Thug to Idol: Transmigrating to a Survival Show

June knew he should have opened the door right then and there. However, curiosity got the best of him, and now, he wanted to hear more of their conversation. 

There was more or less half an hour left until the end of his side quest, so June was compelled to stay. 

“What would Kun even say about the situation? He’s afraid of Uno,” the second guy said. 

“You’re looking down on our manager,” the first guy scoffed. “Wait until I let him hear about this.” 

Just then, another person sighed. It didn’t take a genius to discover that this was Uno. 

“Why’d you even come here when all you’d do is bicker?” he asked. 

“It’s Ocho’s fault!” the first guy exclaimed. “He’s always picking on me and shit.” 

So, the second guy was most probably Ocho. 

“Language,” Uno said.

lightsnοvεl The first guy clicked his tongue, and then silence followed. Afterward, the trickling of liquid against the ceramic of the urinals filled the room. 

“By the way,” Ocho broke the silence. 

“Did you watch EVE’s performance a while back?” he asked. 

Now, June was intrigued. He leaned closer to the door, hoping to hear their conversation better. 

“I didn’t,” the first guy said. “You guys pushed me inside before I could catch a glimpse of their performance.” 

“Well, I watched it for a second. It wasn’t as good as I expected. Rising Stars gave them a very good reputation, but they’re not that good.”

“I thought you didn’t even watch that show,” the first guy chimed, causing June to smirk. 

“W—what? I didn’t,” Ocho defended, obviously flustered. “I just saw some clips online. However, their live performance yesterday was a stark contrast to the performances they had on the show.” 

“And what are you insinuating?” the first guy asked. 

“That we don’t have to worry about EVE after all,” Ocho confidently responded. “Their center can’t hold up a fire against Uno.” 

June pursed his lips in annoyance. He knew people were entitled to their own opinions, but that doesn’t mean he can’t get offended by them. 

“Hey!” the first guy exclaimed. “I really like June. He was my favorite on Rising Stars.” 

“I can’t believe you watched that show,” Ocho scoffed. 

“Enough,” Uno finally spoke, his voice resonating in the wide rest room. 

One word seemed to do the trick for the two. 

June raised his eyebrows in surprise. He didn’t really know the group’s dynamics well. However, he could already conclude that this Uno guy must have a lot of influence on their team. 

There was something…strange about their dynamics. But June couldn’t pinpoint it just yet. 

He leaned against the door to think about it further but didn’t expect the lock to have gone loose. In the end, he revealed himself to the three members of OCTA.

They all turned around and looked at June. Ocho and the first guy, who June recognized to be Seven, looked at him with wide eyes while Uno gazed at him with his usually icy stare. 

“June!” Seven exclaimed, finally snapping out of his surprise. “You’re June, right?” 

June silently nodded. 

“I’m a big fan,” Seven said in a giddy voice. “I’ve been wanting to meet you ever since you sang that Little Meow Meow song!” 

“Uh, thanks,” June awkwardly said. 

Ocho sighed, looking a bit bitter, before holding onto Seven’s collar and pulling him out of the room like a large dog. 

“Let me go! I still haven’t washed my hands,” Seven exclaimed. However, Ocho continued dragging him until they were out of the comfort room. 

With that, only Uno and June were left inside. 

Two centers of promising group. 

Their mere auras were enough to light up the room, and there was a strange fragrance coming from them—perhaps, the fragrance of talent. 

June walked to the sink, where Uno was already washing his hands. They silently washed their hands, not daring to look at each other. 

[Time left for side quest: 28 minutes, 33 seconds] 

Uno finished washing his hands first, and that’s when June took the cue. 

“Hey.” 

Uno paused and reluctantly turned around, raising his eyebrows and not even bothering to speak. 

June, too, didn’t want to dilly-dally any further, so he brought out his notebook and moved to a blank page. 

“Give me your signature,” he bluntly said. 

Uno was surprised and took a step back. He was used to being asked for his autograph, especially by the younger trainees in the company. He was also admired by a lot of people when he was in high school. 

However, it was rather strange that June would ask him for an autograph out of the blue.

“I beg your pardon?” Uno asked. 

“Signature. Here,” June simply said in case Uno didn’t understand his first instruction. 

“I understood the first time you said it,” Uno sighed. “But why would I give you my signature?” 

“Just cause,” June shrugged. 

Just because he needed a Breath of Eternity, of course! 

‘Just sign the damn notebook!’ he repeated in his mind. 

Uno stared at him for quite some time, and then, it finally hit him. 

He chuckled, looking at June with amusement in his eyes. June was confused, wondering what had happened for Uno to be looking at him with such…mockery. 

“What?” June couldn’t help but ask. 

“If you were a fan, then you could have said so,” Uno said. 

June bit his lip to suppress his annoyance. “I’m not, though,” he said. “Just…just sign it, won’t you?” 

“And if I don’t?” Uno asked, appearing to be looking down on June. He wasn’t blatant about it, but for some reason, June felt it. 

This guy definitely thought he was better than June. 

“Look, man,” June said, calming himself down. “I’m sure you understand the concept of autographs. You can sign the notebook, and I’ll be on my way.” 

“I don’t want to,” Uno said. 

June paused before locking gazes with Uno. 

“Sorry,” Uno said. “I don’t give my signature to non-fans. And a piece of advice, June,” Uno said, walking closer to June and placing his hand over his shoulder. 

“Have some self-respect, will you?”

June’s eyebrows furrowed as he stared at Uno’s hand. He gripped his shoulder with mature strength, but June didn’t dare falter. 

“You’re a very popular rookie,” Uno said. “Asking for my autograph seems pretty shameless…especially since we haven’t met each other before.” 

“Or maybe you’ve seen the posts that called us rivals?” Uno continued, now letting go of June before looking him straight in the eyes. 

“But in all honestly, I really don’t appreciate being called your rival,” Uno smirked. 

“Because we’re on entirely different levels.”