From Thug to Idol: Transmigrating to a Survival Show

Chapter 923: The One Above The Door



"Yo, this is really good," June said, practically devouring the bean sprout and beef soup that Minjun's chefs had prepared for them.

"I tell you. I have it really good here," Minjun smiled.

June chuckled and shook his head. Then, he looked around the place, measuring how big it

was.

"Doesn't it get lonely, though?" June asked.

Minjun shrugged. "I'm used to it," he said. "Besides, would you rather be sad and miserable in a big house or in a small house?"

"A big house," June responded.

"You have your answer then," Minjun said.

June shook his head in amusement and continued eating. "How are the people perceiving the video?"

Minjun went on his Navel account and chuckled. "You made a lot of people confused. There are still a lot of hate posts. However, I was right to think it would tame the fire for now. Most people are waiting for the verdict."

"Anyway," he continued. "You have my support. I have more time now since my mom's always busy going on her dates."

"Right," June said. "Lena's dating someone? I can't believe it?"

"Why not?" Minjun asked. "My mom's pretty."

"Sure," June said, sounding unconvinced. "But she's terrifying."

"Geez," Minjun muttered. "You're right."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Well, who's the unlucky man?" June teased.

"Right! I nearly forgot to tell you. It's really ridiculous, but it's your—"

Just then, heavy footsteps were heard coming from outside of the dining room. The door opened, interrupting their conversation. It revealed none other than the oldest maid, appearing breathless.

"We have an emergency, young master!" she exclaimed. "I was in the garden tending to the flowers when I saw your mom's car pulling up."

Adrenaline rushed through the boys' bodies as they stood from the table.

"What?" Minjun exclaimed. "What happened to her date?"

"I also don't know," the maid responded. "But, we should make it quick and have June leave."

The two of them nodded, about to go to the front door when it opened. Lena's voice echoed through the wide space.

She groaned. "Is there any food? I'm really hungry."

Minjun's and June's eyes widened even further.

"What are we going to do?" Minjun whispered, appearing frantic.

"Don't you have a back door?" June asked in a quiet voice.

"We don't!" Minjun exclaimed. "My mom said it would be harder to monitor my behavior if we had a backdoor, so she closed it off."

"Crap," June muttered. "Where can I hide?"

"Minjun!" Lena exclaimed, her voice sounding nearer now. "Have you eaten lunch yet? Let's eat together."

Minjun quickly pushed June to the stairs. "Go up and hide," he said. "I'll try to distract my mom and fetch you afterward. We can't let her find out that you were here!"

June nodded and went upstairs.

"Wait!" Minjun whisper-shouted, causing her to halt. "Just don't go through the farthest room on the right!"

June nodded, not minding Minjun's words, as he silently went up the stairs. As he went up, he could hear Minjun greeting Lena.

"Mom!" he said, sounding a bit nervous.

Lena's eyebrows furrowed. "Why are you just standing there?"

Minjun looked around and grabbed a rag. "Oh, you know. Just cleaning up," she said.

Lena frowned. "You? Cleaning up?"

"What?" Minjun asked. "I cleaned up a lot when I still lived with grandma! Besides, I was bored, so I reckoned I would clean."

Lena shook her head. "I guess it runs in the family," she muttered.

"Anyway! Let's eat lunch. I'm starving," she said.

"What happened to your date?"

Lena sighed. "He had a meeting," she responded. "So, we rescheduled for the next weekend."

"I see," Minjun muttered. Her mom was about to go to the dining room when Minjun abruptly stopped her.

"Shouldn't you get dressed first?" he asked.

Lena frowned. "But I'm really hungry."

"It's unhygienic," Minjun quickly retorted. "You should eat with clean clothes on."

Lena was becoming more confused by the minute. "Since when did you care about this?"

Minjun cleared his throat and straightened his spine. "Since now," he responded. "I'm building my principles."

Lena shook her head. "Fine," she said. "Wait for me, alright?"

Minjun nodded and waited for her mom to go back to her room before he bolted upstairs.

Meanwhile, as June arrived on the second floor, he recalled what Minjun had said.

"Just go to the farthest room on the right?" he muttered, navigating his way through the wide hallways.

There, he saw the room that Minjun was pertaining to. It seemed darker compared to the other rooms in the entire house. In fact, it felt like it was a room that no one dared enter.

So, with that, June inferred that it must be a really good hiding spot.

He twisted the knob open, frowning when it didn't budge. He clicked his tongue and grabbed a hairpin from his bag. After what happened in 'Everyday, Everynight,' he carried one-just in

case.

Who knew he would need it so quickly?

He crouched down and started picking the lock, smiling in satisfaction when the door opened.

June entered the room and quietly closed the door. Then, he turned around, being met with darkness. He clicked his tongue. Why was the room so dark when it was still noon?

With that, he turned on the lights, not knowing what to expect. He felt that something special had resided in the room. However, as the room was illuminated, it seemed like a pretty

normal office.

"It must be Lena's," he muttered.

June started carefully walking around the spacious office. The files on the table were neatly

stacked on top of each other. June was curious and wanted to take a peek, but he felt that Lena would feel if someone moved her items even by a centimeter.

The walls were filled with books. In fact, the walls were shelves themselves, so the room smelled a lot like crisp paper and aged leather.

However, as June continued to traverse through the office, he felt a chill run down his spine. He felt as if someone was watching him from behind, causing him to halt.

His eyes narrowed as he slowly turned around, not letting his guard down. Then, he faced the door with narrowed eyes.

And there, he saw something-or instead, someone-whom he never thought would be seen

in a different setting.

His eyes widened as he stared at the large photo frame above the door.

"What...are you doing here?"