From Thug to Idol: Transmigrating to a Survival Show

"Give me a number," June deadpanned as Pablo picked up the call.

There was silence in the other line before Pablo spoke in a flirty tone.

"Why don't you give me your number? Wink wink!"

June massaged the bridge of his nose. "Goodness," he muttered in frustration. "Did you just say 'wink wink' out loud? And you already have my number! How would I be able to call you if that wasn't the case?"

"Oh, right," Pablo chuckled. "Why do you want a number, anyway? Is this your weird way of asking me out?"

"Just give me a number, or I'll block you," June deadpanned.

Pablo clicked his tongue. "So cold and impatient as always. Fine—seven."

"Why?"June couldn't help but ask.

"Well, I don't know," Pablo said. "You were the one who asked me to give you a number."

"However, for some strange reason, I already had that number in my mind before you asked for it."

"Yeah, but what was the reason?" June pried further.

Pablo sighed. "I gave you seven packs of BenBen gummies," he said.

"However, the real reason is—Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday. Seven days a week. Every hour, every minute. You know, night after night, you'll be fuc—"

June ended the call before Pablo could even finish his statement.

Then, he went to his briefcase and inputted the number seven on the fifth slot.

As expected, the light turned green, which meant that he already had five out of six digits of the passcode.

He smiled and observed as there was only one left.

"I could just turn it to all the numbers until it turns green," he said, feeling like a genius.

However, as he tried to turn the wheel, it didn't budge at all.

"What the heck?" he muttered.

He tried once more, but it was to no avail.

It still couldn't be moved.

With that, June clicked his tongue and decided to text Kumo.

June: Give me a number.

Kumo: June! We forgot to take a picture together.

June: Give. Me. A. Number.

Kumo: WHAT'S 4+4

June: 8?

Kumo: Ate! Exactly!

Kumo: Now, can we talk about that photo...

June shook his head, not really understanding Kumo's humor.

Nonetheless, he decided to turn the wheel to the number eight.

Surprisingly, the wheel turned, making him smile. This meant that June really had to get the number from an individual for it to work.

However, his smile quickly dropped when he saw that the last panel remained red.

"Hmm," June hummed. "Is it not Kumo?"

"June!"

Just then, the door opened, revealing Jay in a fox-printed suit.

June quickly placed the briefcase under his bed and stood.

"It's time," Jay said. "You have a special announcement for the ladies."

"Yeah, let's go," June said, placing his backpack on.

Then, he followed Jay to the van. The two of them drove to the set, and June couldn't help but ask Jay about his situation.

As much as the guy was unserious, he also gave some good advice.

"Hey," June said.

"Yup?" Jay asked, humming EVE's new special song under his breath.

"I have a question," he started off.

"Go ahead," Jay said, halting his hum.

"What would you do if someone from EVE died?" he asked.

Jay pressed on the brakes, causing June to jolt forward with wide eyes. He looked around and saw that there weren't any passing cars.

He placed his hand over his heart. "What the heck? You'd get me killed before I actually die from my—"

"I mean," June corrected himself, clearing his throat. "You'd make my statement a reality with what you just did."

Jay, who appeared to be in distress, looked at June with teary eyes.

June's eyebrows raised in surprise. Then, he awkwardly chuckled.

"It's just a hypothetical question!" June exclaimed, suddenly feeling bad. "It's not like one of us is going to die...soon," he muttered.

Jay pursed his lips and started driving once more, wiping the tears from his eyes with his sleeve.

"Then you shouldn't have asked that question at all," Jay said. "It almost killed me just thinking about it."

"My heart aches knowing that I wouldn't be able to protect you, guys," he continued.

"I know that you've been on the brink of death plenty of times, but you always manage to bounce back from it. Continue doing just that. The other members also have to stay healthy," he said in a firm voice.

"Yeah," June muttered. "Are you going to miss us, though?"

"Is that even a question?" Jay asked. "That's already a given. I love you, guys. I think of you as my real family."

"In the event that one of you really dies, I won't be the same person that I am today," he continued.

June sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

"You don't have to feel guilty about it, though," June said. "It's not your fault...if ever that happens."

Jay clicked his tongue. "Let's not talk about this anymore! You have a show to shoot."

Kai pursed his lips as he stared at Azure's building.

"Yeah," he said. "Let's go."

The two of them arrived at the set, where the other mentors were already excitingly conversing among themselves.

"What's happening here?" June asked.

"June!" Gun exclaimed.

Ji-hyun turned to him and was hit with his handsomeness. How come he looked more handsome every time she saw him?

Amira, too, bowed at June with warm, red cheeks.

"Did you hear something from Yena and Yejin?" Lee Sik asked, standing next to him.

June frowned in confusion. "Nope," he said. "Not that I know of."

Lee Sik sighed. "Well, neither have we. They're not giving us a script, too. They just want us to go to the main hall along with the trainees."

"Huh?" June asked, tilting his head to the side. "That's new. We don't usually come together just for announcements."

"Right?" Amira said. "It's almost as if they have something in store for us, too."

Just in time, Yena and Yejin went to where they were.

"Good, you're all here," Yena said. "The trainees are already waiting in the room. Please join them for the announcement."

June raised his hand with a small frown. "Who's going to announce it, though? You guys didn't tell us anything."

"We have a special guest today! Don't worry," Yejin said, making June and the other mentors even more confused.

"Please head inside," she said, directing them despite their confusion.

They entered the room and were met with excited greetings from the girls.

"Good day, mentors!"

"Oh, this must be a special day. What are they all doing here?"

"I still can't get over June's hair."

The mentors took the stage and waited for further instructions.

Just then, a commotion was heard from the back of the room, causing June to direct his gaze there.

Then, his eyes widened, feeling like he was hit by a fast-paced truck.

"Jangmoon?" he muttered.