♪ • Trashy PD Surviving As An Idol ★°•
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    ♪ • Trashy PD Surviving As An Idol ★°•

    Fantasy

    Synopsis [Congratulations Seo Hoyun! You have been selected as a player in the Unknown Idol Tycoon.] The good-for-nothing PD, who is criticized by everyone, becomes a unknown idol in a parallel world. Only his younger sibling remembers him. To retu...

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    Chapter 70

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    I swallowed the words that almost came out of my mouth. Jeong Dajun smiled cautiously, even though he was in pain.
    “Ahaha, really, I’m really fine.”
    “…”
    “I’m not hurt enough to worry….”
    Jeong Dajun drooped his shoulders with a gloomy look. The medical team was still nowhere in sight, and when we walked over to them, they just glanced at him casually and threw a spray can at us.
    “It looks like it’s just a mild sprain. Just apply the spray and go.”
    …Huh.
    “What did you say?”
    Not only me but Seong Jiwon and Kim Seonghyeon also looked displeased. Kang Ichae spoke sharply.
    “You’re saying he only needs the spray? He can barely walk!”
    “It’s fine. It’s just the muscles that got hurt.”
    “Ha.”
    Kim Seonghyeon sighed as if he couldn’t believe it.
    “If someone is injured, you should come right away. Are you saying the treatment is over just by looking at him from afar? Then why are you even here?”
    “Whoa, Seonghyeon-hyung.”
    Jeong Dajun quickly stopped Kim Seonghyeon. Then he pulled him back and whispered.
    “I’m~ fine, really. I’m okay, so please stop….”
    “…”
    Kim Seonghyeon’s face reddened, but seeing Jeong Dajun, he turned away and closed his mouth.
    Would it really be okay?
    I knelt down and met Jeong Dajun’s eyes.
    “Jeong Dajun.”
    “…Yes.”
    “Let’s go to the hospital.”
    “But then, we won’t be able to participate in the event’s ending….”
    I held back from saying anything that could prompt a response. If even the usually clueless Jeong Dajun could say such a thing, it was clear that we were all agitated. Yes, we were.
    “If we don’t participate in the ending, we’ll get criticized…. For not staying until the end.”
    “…”
    Slippery floors that causes injuries every year.
    A mindset that praises someone for getting up after falling and calls it ‘pro spirit.’
    A medical team that casually dismisses an injury and tells them to go.
    Jeong Dajun, who had to endure all of this.
    Everything… boiled my blood.
    “You….”
    “…”
    “You don’t have to worry about that.”
    I turned my back to Jeong Dajun.
    “Get on my back quickly.”
    “Hyung, ah, I’m seriously fine…!”
    “Forget it.”
    “…”
    “I’ll take responsibility for everything, so just come with me.”
    As I gestured to Seong Jiwon, he helped Jeong Dajun climb on my back. Careful not to touch his ankle, I lifted Dajun up.
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