Chapter 159: Personality Test
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 159: Personality Test
“Your hair’s grown a lot.”
“Has it?”
“Yeah.”
Park Ju-woo toyed with my hair.
While none of the Spark guys were particularly indifferent, Park Ju-woo was exceptionally attentive to the healing of my external injuries.
“It doesn’t even show if I cover it with the hair on top, so what’s the big deal?”
“Still.”
He seemed unable to let it go.
“Are you worried it’ll be noticeable?”
It was almost time for the live broadcast.
It had been a while since I last participated in one. Because of the accident and everything else, Spark had been operating as a five-member group for some time.
To reassure him, I waved the beret I’d just received from the manager.
Without a word, Park Ju-woo placed the hat on my head and tidied my hair.
“At least it’s a broadcast where we just have to talk, so that’s a relief...” Ju-woo muttered.
Today’s broadcast concept was a peaceful chat session.
That didn’t mean we did something classless like just using a company meeting room. Staying true to the concept, they had booked a cozy, wood-toned studio, lined the walls with board games, and even provided pretty blankets.
The Spark dedicated team had worked hard to create the perfect setting. Having a dedicated team really is a wonderful thing.
Our outfits were unified in a casual old-school look, though each member had a slightly different vibe.
In my case, the main piece was a knit vest that matched the beret, while Kang Gi-yeon wore a hoodie that made him look like a 90s rebel rapper. If we had been in the same class in school, we definitely wouldn't have been friends.
As we gathered in front of the camera after tidying our clothes, the screen felt packed.
Maybe it’s because they’re in a growth spurt, but these guys are growing at a terrifying rate. Since they have no fat left to burn, they can’t even reduce their horizontal volume.
As I sat them down and adjusted the phone camera angle with the manager, someone spoke up.
“Three minutes until the Spark broadcast starts!”
A sudden wave of tension washed over me.
Will the people who’ve been watching the five of them be able to accept me?
I saw the faces of the five members already seated, leaving a spot for me.
Every single one of them was flawless. And yet, those faces had the audacity to leave the center seat empty. Should I be glad it was in the back row?
My heart pounded. I didn't want to squeeze in between them.
“Hyung, what are you doing? Hurry up!”
Lee Cheong-hyeon beckoned me.
I wanted to run away. I was dragged between them like a prisoner.
I smiled brightly since I couldn't show a miserable face, but inside, I was burning up.
I felt a sense of motion sickness I’d never experienced in my life.
Regardless of my feelings, the broadcast began.
“Hello, Sparklers!”
Jeong Seong-bin gave a lively greeting. The chat messages that had been piling up even before the start began scrolling across the screen.
≫ Hey guys, hi! ♥♥♥♥♥♥
≫ Hi~
≫ Start already, hurry hurry hurry
≫ It’s my birthday today lol. Please wish me a happy birthday!
≫ Idol Dynasty Annals was so cool ㅠㅠㅠ Spark is the best idol group ever
I swallowed hard.
My eyes scanned the chat rapidly.
If a comment like ‘It was better when there were five’ popped up, I’d have to pretend to spill water and step out of the frame to wipe it...
≫ Omg, I-wol
≫ I-wol, are you okay?!?!?!?!?!
≫ I-wol-ah ㅠㅠㅠㅠ It’s so good to see your face
≫ Finally 6 members ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ
≫ I-wol, if it’s hard, just do the broadcast lying down. You’re allowed to do that.
≫ I-wol-aaaaah ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ My baby ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ Are you okay?! How are you feeling???
≫ It’s I-wol! ♥♥♥♥♥ I missed you so much, seriously ㅠㅠㅠ You’ve been through so much, my baby ㅠㅠ
≫ It’s been a while since a 6-member live lol. Congrats on your recovery! hhhhhh
≫ lol, the members’ expressions look so much more stable now that I-wol is there.
Kind words poured in.
Only after seeing the affection piling up did I realize the source of my tension.
I didn't want to be hated. By the fans.
The main content of this broadcast was an analysis of each member's personality type.
I knew Spark’s official MBTIs. The only problem was that they weren't credible.
The young Spark members, who didn't know how to analyze themselves, had failed to navigate the swamp of MBTI questions wisely and ended up with results based on flawed self-characterization.
≫ Um...? Our Je-ho is an E?
Je-ho, do you even know what extroversion is?
There was Choi Je-ho, who proudly chose "Extreme Extrovert" on the introversion/extroversion questions just because he communicated well with the dance team.
≫ He decides his meals for the week in advance, but he thinks he’s a P because he hasn't picked the sauce yet?
Gi-yeon, we decided to call people like that Js.
And then there was Kang Gi-yeon, who had become harsh in his self-evaluation after living for so long with the ultimate planner, Jeong Seong-bin.
So today, instead of them taking the test themselves, it was a special feature: "My Colleague's MBTI as Seen by the Members."
This way, I could also avoid the disaster of being labeled a "maniac" again. There was no such thing as a "maniacal cleaner" in MBTI.
It was worth the effort of rambling on when the dedicated team asked, "Kids these days all do MBTI tests, right?" while I pretended not to notice their intent.
“Before we start, does anyone know their MBTI?”
Lee Cheong-hyeon asked, but no one qualified.
It was worth the effort of cutting them off from internet civilization by banning monitoring. It was a hundred times better for them to be in a pure, blank state than to go around learning weird slang.
The chat was already filled with everything from "Your MBTI is CUTE" to all sorts of comments. These guys didn't even realize it was a joke and were seriously talking nonsense, asking if such an MBTI actually existed.
Distinguishing between extroverts and introverts was easy.
“Ju-woo and Choi Je-ho are Is. They both prefer being alone when they rest.”
“Wouldn't Ju-woo hyung be like 99% I?”
Kang Gi-yeon agreed with me.
“...Is that a bad thing?”
Park Ju-woo asked seriously. Thanks to that, I had to spend three minutes explaining in detail that there is no good or bad in MBTI, and that it’s just a way to categorize tendencies.
“Kang Gyeon is an I, too. All your hobbies are solo activities.”
“If that’s the case, aren't you an I too?”
“But I love, love, love hanging out with the members!”
After I’d finally finished soothing Park Ju-woo, the youngest members started bickering over who was more of an I.
“Then what about Kim I-wol?”
Choi Je-ho pointed at me.
“That hyung is one of those. He thinks he’s an I, but he’s an E who can’t be separated from people.”
Lee Cheong-hyeon answered without a moment’s hesitation.
How unfair. I like being alone too. I was happiest when I was resting in my tiny officetel.
However, Lee Cheong-hyeon seemed to have no intention of listening to my protest. It was even more irritating that the other guys agreed without a word.
After a discussion that included the Sparklers, it was settled that Jeong Seong-bin, Lee Cheong-hyeon, and I were Es, while the rest were Is.
S and N were also decided fairly well. Choi Je-ho, Jeong Seong-bin, and Kang Gi-yeon, the realists, were labeled as Ss.
I, who imagines the system falling on my head while showering; Lee Cheong-hyeon, who says he’s typing on a keyboard in his head every night; and the dreamer Park Ju-woo, who no one can ever figure out what he’s thinking, were assigned N.
Do they even count someone like me, who’s forced to use his brain because of a bizarre situation, as an N? I can’t tell what the criteria are.
Still, the conversation had progressed relatively peacefully up to this point.
The audio started getting noisy when we reached the questions that distinguish T (Thinking) and F (Feeling).
“They say there’s a question that makes this easiest to tell. What would you say if someone told you, ‘I was depressed today, so I bought bread’?”
Jeong Seong-bin asked. Then Lee Cheong-hyeon cut in.
“Who’s asking? Someone close? Or just an acquaintance?”
“You’re so picky, such an N.”
Choi Je-ho, the self-proclaimed S, shook his head as if he couldn't understand.
But... isn't it important who’s asking? Is that not important to you at all?
But this was just the tip of the iceberg.
“Assume I’m the one who asked. I suddenly came home with bread one day.”
“You eat bread in the morning too. Are you okay with all those carbs?”
The answer was even more horrifying.
“Je-ho, is your personality okay?”
“Is it broken?”
Lee Cheong-hyeon and I took turns worrying about Choi Je-ho’s broken personality. Park Ju-woo already looked like he was the one who’d been hurt.
Seeing the reactions around him, Choi Je-ho frowned.
“Why?”
“I mean, the kid said he bought bread because he was depressed.”
“So?”
“Then shouldn't you at least ask why he’s depressed?”
At my words, Choi Je-ho thought for a moment.
Then, perhaps thinking he’d improved his answer, he offered a new one.
“Does eating bread make it better?”
“Forget it.”
A sigh escaped me, but I held it in. I’ll just think of it as being for the sake of the content, since it wouldn't be fun for the viewers if everyone was the same. Even if it makes me want to explode.
But there was another ambush.
“...Should I get you some milk?”
“Gi-yeon, why are you like this too?”
“Seong-bin hyung is trying to soothe his depression with bread. I just want him to enjoy it more so he can feel better faster...”
≫ The Dance Line are definitely Ts
≫ I don’t think Seong-bin hyung will be able to feel better...
≫ I did think Je-ho and Gi-yeon’s feedback style was very blunt and to the point lololol
≫ ‘Does eating bread make it better?’ lolololol
≫ You can’t feel better eating bread without milk. Gi-yeon is absolutely right.
“I... I’ll just not be depressed...”
Jeong Seong-bin, an ESFJ, laughed as if he’d reached enlightenment while listening to the explosive debate between ISTP Choi Je-ho, ENFP Lee Cheong-hyeon, and ISTJ Kang Gi-yeon. INFP Park Ju-woo was busy just observing.
It looks like the MBTI craze will be blowing through the dorm for a while.
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Name: Kim I-wol
Birthday: February 14
Birthplace: Seoul
Height: 183cm
MBTI: ENFJ
Nicknames: Nagging Machine, Afterlife Cool Tone, Discipline Leader, Human CCTV, Polite Ruffian
Likes: Bass, Pear and Bellflower Root Tea, short meetings
Dislikes: Overtime, illegal acts, rude behavior
Motto: Let’s at least take care of ourselves
Favorite Food: Chewy Cold Noodles
Preferred Scent: Green notes
Favorite Music Genre: Metal
Favorite Sport: Soccer
Confident Body Part: Hands
Personal Habit: Tapping my thigh or desk when thinking