Chapter 312: Kim Woo-jin's Talent
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 312: Kim Woo-jin's Talent
I realized we hadn't really done the "standard" tourist thing.
Hawaii surely has its own set of established sightseeing courses, but we had just been mindlessly enjoying ourselves in our own way.
So, for one day, we decided to commit to the tourist concept.
Dolphin tours, national parks, lighthouses—the works.
We spent the day hitting every famous tour spot, and to be honest...
I’m exhausted as hell.
It was just tiring.
Sure, I saw some incredible scenery, but I’ve always been the type to wonder why people bother going in person when you can just look at a photo.
Today was no different.
"Wow, this one came out great."
"Right?"
The camera I brought was currently in Choi I-seo’s hands. Out of all of us, she was the one who enjoyed today’s tour in the most wholesome way.
It was cute seeing her get moved by the natural landscapes or getting excited and becoming more talkative than usual.
I decided that seeing this different side of Choi I-seo was enough for one day.
"You okay today?"
As we headed back into the hotel, Oh Yun-ji slipped over to my side.
We had originally planned to go our separate ways, but at some point, we ended up sticking together.
"About what?"
"You don't usually like this kind of stuff."
"True."
"Remember when we went camping? You complained the whole time we were hiking up that nearby mountain."
"Did I? Honestly, there wasn't much to see."
"But you really enjoyed that ramyeon we had once we got back down, didn't you?"
"That was freaking delicious."
"And I had you for dessert, too."
"That was also damn del—"
My loose tongue froze mid-sentence.
I stopped walking and let my eyes wander.
Did the others hear that?
I was worried, but fortunately, Seo Ye-rin and Yoo Ah-rin were huddled around the camera Choi I-seo was holding.
"What’s this? Why does she look like that in this shot?"
"Hehe! I’m making this my profile pic!"
"Oh, me too!"
I heard some concerning snippets of conversation, but as long as they didn't hear us, it was fine.
"Phew, I thought I was dead meat."
"...I heard you, though."
I glanced back to see Choi Jin-ah following behind us, watching me with a judgmental look in her eyes.
"I see. So you heard."
I gave a nonchalant nod and tried to move on. Choi Jin-ah grumbled about something, clearly dissatisfied, but I ignored her.
The bigger issue was Oh Yun-ji.
"Watch what you say. You know how much trouble I'll be in if the others hear that."
"I was just reminiscing. Can't I even do that? Do you still like me or something?"
"How did the conversation even jump to that?"
"If you don't, then just speak freely. Why hide everything if you've moved on?"
"Because I know it'll make the others uncomfortable. You used to hate it when I talked to other girls back then, too."
"When? I did not."
"You didn't? Then who was the one who used to grab me by the hair and pin me to the bed if I came home late?"
"When did that happen? Was that back when you said you were joining a band club, but it turned out to be an otaku club full of girls?"
"Yeah, that was it. Wow, you know what? Those girls are still at it. They were even selling novels at the festival last time."
"What kind of novels?"
"Novels about guys rubbing their... parts together. They got reported immediately and had to pack up. You can't sell smut at a school festival."
"Didn't you say they asked you something back then?"
"It was terrifying when they asked if I was a 'top' or a 'bottom.' Chan-woo is the one who should've joined that club."
"Chan-woo? Jeong Chan-woo?"
"Yeah, Chan-woo’s gay. Didn't you know?"
"Really? He’s gay? Wow, I should try to officially scout him later."
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah. With a face like that, there’s obviously demand, but if he’s actually gay, the impact would be huge."
"Ahem, actually, he’s not gay."
I hadn't expected her to take it so seriously, so I quickly revealed the truth. Oh Yun-ji smacked her lips in disappointment.
"Still, with a face like that, he’s worth offering a contract to. We should stake our claim before someone else snatches him up."
"Want me to set up a meeting?"
"Based on how you're talking, I feel like meeting him through your introduction would ruin the first impression."
She really is a CEO for a reason.
How does she hit the nail on the head like that?
Her instincts are sharp.
"I know plenty of handsome guys. Want me to introduce you to some?"
Bong-geun obviously wouldn't do it, but Ahn Hyun-ho seems like a possibility.
Senior Han-gang has to go to the military, so that’s probably a no-go.
"Being handsome makes things easier, sure. But you need charm. Like you, for example."
"...Me?"
"Pfft."
A snort of derision came from behind us.
Yun-ji and I turned around at the same time to find Choi Jin-ah covering her mouth.
"Sorry, it was just funny."
"What’s so funny? Let me in on the joke."
"The part about Woo-jin having charm."
"Wow, you're just gonna say it to my face?"
I expected her to make an excuse, but I didn't think she'd charge in like a headbutting dinosaur.
"Am I in a position where I need to walk on eggshells around you? You should be more worried about how you're going to explain things to my father when we get back to Korea."
"Ahem."
I slowly turned my head back and looked at Oh Yun-ji.
"Do I have charm?"
"You do."
It was debatable.
As I tilted my head, wondering what kind of charm I supposedly had, Oh Yun-ji spoke with a soft smile.
"Woo-jin, I told you before. It’s not like Ye-rin, I-seo, or Ah-rin weren't around during our first semester of freshman year."
"..."
"But you were the one I chose."
Well, strictly speaking, those three weren't exactly interested in me back then, so calling it a "choice" is a bit of a stretch.
I scratched my cheek awkwardly, but Oh Yun-ji continued.
"It’s the same the other way around. I know there are handsome guys in the English Department, but they chose you, not them."
"Ahem."
Hearing her say it like that was strangely touching.
The fact that someone as fierce as her was acknowledging me was another point in her favor.
"Besides! I’m telling you, you really have talent!"
Oh Yun-ji shouted brightly, changing the mood.
"What kind of talent?"
I didn't think I had any particular talents. I wasn't even sure what "talent" for internet broadcasting would even look like.
"Being completely unfiltered in your actions. That’s a talent."
"Aha, you know why that is?"
"Hmm? Is there a specific reason?"
"It’s because my testosterone levels are high. They're high enough to rival a professional athlete's. Even the doctor told me my levels were incredible and that he was jealous—"
"How did you manage to hold back from bragging for this long?"
"...Could you stop interrupting from the back?"
I had been waiting for a chance to brag about my testosterone levels, which I was quite proud of.
Since these opportunities were rare, I didn't want to miss it.
But it seemed the moment had passed.
"Look, I'll give you ten thousand won if you do one thing Jin-ah asks."
"Whoa, then slam your head right here."
Choi Jin-ah immediately held out her fist.
A scoff escaped my lips.
"Hey, I'm the son of a chaebol family."
Whack!
"Aaaaagh! My haaaaand! I—I think it’s broken!"
What the?
Before I knew it, my head was already flying toward Choi Jin-ah’s fist.
She was the one who told me to do it, yet here she was, tearing up and complaining that her hand hurt.
She ran over to Senior Ju-hee, who was on the phone at the very back, and asked if she had any pain relief patches.
Snap.
Oh Yun-ji pulled a ten-thousand-won bill out of her wallet and handed it to me.
Wait, I’m feeling a strange sense of elation.
It was only ten thousand won, but was it the pride of having earned it myself?
Or was it the satisfaction of making money from such a trivial action?
Whatever it was, it didn't feel bad at all.
"I'll give you twenty thousand if you go smack Yoo Ah-rin on the back of the head."
"Hey, that’s too cheap. She'll kill me."
"Thirty thousand?"
"Fifty."
"Deal."
Oh Yun-ji immediately pulled out fifty thousand won and gave it to me.
Clutching the bills, I ran up with a bright smile and smacked Yoo Ah-rin on the back of the head.
Whack!
"Ack!"
Yoo Ah-rin, suddenly struck, whipped her head around.
I held out the fifty thousand won and gave her a beaming grin.
"Ah-rin! I just made fifty thousand won! I earned sixty thousand in just five minutes!"
"What the hell is this guy talking about? You're challenging me to a duel, right?"
"...Probably?"
Choi I-seo narrowed her eyes at me, wondering what kind of stupidity I was up to now.
Whack!
"Ack!"
Just then, Yoo Ah-rin’s head snapped forward again.
Seo Ye-rin, who had been looking at photos next to her, had delivered the blow.
"Hooo... give me a valid reason why you hit me in the next five seconds, or you're dead."
Yoo Ah-rin gritted her teeth.
Seo Ye-rin stared blankly at her own hand, looking victimized for some reason.
"I couldn't help it after seeing Woo-jini do it! It’s Woo-jini’s fault!"
"Are you done talking?"
"Umm, Ah-rin’s head has a really nice snap to it?"
"Seo Ye-riiiiiin!"
The two of them immediately began a high-speed chase.
In any case, thanks to that, Yoo Ah-rin’s rage was directed at Seo Ye-rin instead of me.
"See, Woo-jin? You have the ability to just go for it. You might cause a lot of controversies, but you definitely have talent."
Oh Yun-ji caught up, crossing her arms with a satisfied nod.
Come to think of it, she wasn't entirely wrong.
Once the money was in my hand, my only thought was to complete the task.
"Still, I'm not doing internet broadcasting. I don't want my face out there."
"Of course you shouldn't. You'd get called out so many times for having too many girlfriends."
"Ahem."
She really can't help but speak the truth, can she?
If I ever started broadcasting, I’d be the perfect target to be torn apart.
The youngest son of Uju Group, involved in a scandal with Oh Yun-ji, but currently having three lovers.
And technically engaged to Choi Jin-ah?
I reaffirmed my vow to never let the public know my face for as long as I lived.
"What were you guys talking about?"
Choi I-seo asked, putting the camera away.
As we entered the hotel lobby, I briefly explained what had just happened.
"Well, you could say I just know Kim Woo-jin too well."
As Oh Yun-ji walked ahead of us with a smug air, Choi I-seo pulled out her wallet.
Whack!
"Agh!"
Oh Yun-ji’s body lurched forward from the blow to the back of her head.
As she turned around, clutching the spot with both hands, I showed her the fifty-thousand-won bill I had just received from Choi I-seo.