From Thug to Idol: Transmigrating to a Survival Show

Chapter 342 Savage

“You hacked into his CCTV camera?” his members exclaimed, looking at June with wide eyes.

“Alright, I’m out. He’s like an expert in crime or something! He’s been pulling off these kind of tricks ever since we broke into Chul’s apartment!” Akira exclaimed, shaking his head in disbelief. “How do you how to hack a CCTV camera but not take a screenshot?”

“My skills are actually useful in real life,” June said, opening up the videos from Chul’s hacked CCTV camera.

“Yeah, because hacking CCTV cameras are definitely the norm,” Zeth sarcastically said.

“However, I do need your help to present these videos to the board of directors during the disciplinary meeting,” June said, ignoring their statements.

“That’s like a hundred times easier than hacking a CCTV camera,” Jisung exclaimed. “I just have to intercept the connection by removing the HDMI cable from the stage projector.”

“Sure, do that,” June said.

And that’s how they were able to accomplish their simple yet effective mission—to have Chul make a fool of himself in front of the board of directors.

“This is—this is a misunderstanding,” Chul stammered, trying to find a way to stop the projector from playing the video.

Meanwhile, Jisung and Casper covered their eyes as the scene played on the screen. They were on the elevated platform, where the projector was, casting the vile scenes of Chul sniffing socks, sucking his toes, and just being a complete creep.

The board of directors all exclaimed in shock as the video progressed to Chul sucking his own toes, enjoying every bit of the flesh—from the ends of his toenails to the little curly hairs protruding from his skin.

“No—no, this is not what it looks like,” Chul tried to defend himself. “June really did break into my apartment!”

Mr. Ong slammed his fist on the table and glared at Chul. However, despite all that, he still didn’t stand up from his chair due to his height complex.

“This is unacceptable behavior from our managers,” he said.

“I can explain! It’s a passion of mine,” Chul desperately said, moving down from the stage and to the seats.

The directors all evaded his touch and ignored his pleas, looking more disgusted than ever.

Amidst this all, June remained calm and watched the scene in front of him.

‘Ah, this is such a great show,’ June thought, leaning back in a relaxed manner as he watched the chaos unfold before him.

“Passion?” Mr. Ong asked, even more disgusted. “I can’t take this anymore. Call security.”

The guards waiting outside entered the room, causing Chul’s eyes to widen in shock.

“No!” he exclaimed. “What about my promotion?”

“We have the right to terminate your contract for what you have done,” Mr. Ong said. “This will be the end of the discussion.”

With that, Chul was dragged out by a couple of guards, all while screaming for forgiveness.

He locked eyes with June for a second, and June raised his hand in a ‘cheers’ position, causing Chul to scream in rage.

As soon as Chul was out of the room, the board of directors went back to their usual etiquette.

“Aren’t we going to turn this off?” one of the directors asked, still looking disgusted.

“Ah, right,” June chuckled.

“Shut down,” he said in a loud voice, causing the projector to turn off.

Casper and Jisung gave each other a satisfied thumbs up as they watched the scene from above.

Mr. Ong frowned in confusion. “Our projector has a function like that?”

He’ll definitely try it next time!

“Anyway,” he cleared his throat. “I think it’s best to say that this meeting has been adjourned.”

June smiled, standing up from his seat. “Then, can I go back to our practice room now?”

“Go ahead,” Mr. Ong said. “You had been falsely accused by Mr. Chul. We’ll handle the replacement process in a couple of days, so be patient. In the meantime, do your best for the year-end show. We want to make good impressions with the sponsors, so you can also bag some endorsements.”

June nodded, about to leave.

“Oh, by the way,” Mr. Ong added, causing June to halt. “I’m quite disappointed that your group hasn’t gotten a win.”

The board of directors nodded, agreeing with Mr. Ong.

“We have placed a lot of resources in your group, so we would appreciate it if you also got good results.”

June pursed his lips. Their song was doing well on the charts, and they’ve been working hard for their comeback, but as usual, these people only cared about the results.

“Will do,” June said with gritted teeth.

With that, he left the room with a satisfied yet annoyed heart.

He went down to the practice room and saw his teammates waiting for him.

“Bro!” Jisung exclaimed. “We did it. We really did it!”

“Is he out? For real?” Sehun asked with hopeful eyes.

June smirked and nodded.

“Chul’s out!”

***

It had been two days since the disciplinary meeting, and Chul hadn’t bothered them ever since. It seemed like the company had completely stripped him of his position and also took away his incentives as a manager—like his car and apartment.

Word about his fetish had also gotten around the office, so most of his past friends had turned their backs on him. June thought that, maybe, he had done too much, but then he realized that Chul definitely deserved it.

Today, even during Christmas, the boys were practicing for their year-end performance. Red Moon was something they hadn’t performed before, so they paid more attention to perfecting it.

They were in the practice room, watching their latest practice video, when somebody knocked on the door.

The boys lifted their heads and were surprised to see Mr. Ong, still in his trusty chair, rolling over into their room.

Jaeyong bowed deeply, and the others quickly followed.

“Good evening, sir,” Jaeyong greeted.

“Good evening, boys. I see that you’re working very hard despite it being Christmas Eve. That’s the spirit! Idols really never do rest,” he smiled. “I was just about to head home to celebrate Christmas with my family, but I had to stop here.”

“Umm, did you come here for something, sir?” Zeth asked.

Mr. Ong nodded. “I’ve been working hard to look for a replacement for your manager and finally found a suitable person.”

“Oh,” Ren exclaimed. “When are we going to meet him?”

“Right now, actually. He’s on his way here,” Mr. Ong responded.

The boys glanced at each other, excited yet nervous to meet their new manager. June honestly thought that anyone would be better than Chul, but he was also hoping for someone competent and compassionate.

“He’s here,” Mr. Ong said. “Come here, young man,” he called over their new manager from behind the door.

Then, the man came in, dressed in a red suit set paired with a snake-skin tie.

The members’ eyes widened in surprise as they stared at the person before them.

Alright, maybe someone was actually worse than Chul.

“What are you doing here?”