Remember how I said Admin-nim deserves five starts?
I take that right back. This bitch sucks.
I mean, how should I have known the mission was this impossible by 'it's rather sporty' as a description, huh?
No wonder she said it might take days.
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When PD Bang started speaking again, all hell broke loose.
All the participants were told to grab water and 'whatever helps them sleep at night' in 15 minutes. Once we returned, we were brought back into the bus exactly as the previous bonus episode and transfered without a word being said.
By the way, each bus seat had an envelope with our names written, so we couldn't even change that.
"No matter how I think about it, this is just weird. What if we get dragged to do hard labor or something?" Mahesha brought up a good point, but I did nothing but nod knowing I might spew out curses in rage.
There was a limited amount of cameras on the bus this time and just one or two staff member beside the bus driver.
I thought about texting Admin-nim, but the risk might not be worth it...
With a small sigh, I looked at the envelope again. Below our names, the words 'do not open until told' were written in bold red and a slightly smaller font. I wanted to tear it open just to see what would happen. Nothing's stopping me, after all...
"Should I? Nah... But maybe I should–"
"Were you thinking of opening that?"
"How did you know?" I looked up at Mahesha who was chuckling.
"Well, you carried the same expression as Dojun just now, and look at what he's doing."
I looked to my left as told, and lo and behold: Kim Dojun was doing something rather smart for once.
This guy was minding his business and hanging his own envelope by the window, trying to make the contents inside See-through.
Mahesha and I watched the guy struggle for a whole minute before I decided to appreciate my patience and moved to help him without a word.
As I angled the envelope better, the two of us could finally see what was inside, and...
Curses.
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BAM!
Someone had slammed a tray of food on a table, silencing the quiet chatter filling the staff lounge.
"What? Are you telling me a crowd of 60 is going where and will be doing what!?"
"Mrs. Ma'am, please calm down–"
"Say that again, I dare you! What are you trying to do with 60 people in a tiny space?Has the PD lost his damn mind!?"
A very angry lady stood angrily in front of the filming team's lunch table. They were just talking about their colleagues who had to leave to film Make Your Idol's second bonus episode, going on about how jealous they were of those that got to see confused handsome faces and whatnot.
Until some lady with a messy bun under a hat and a pair of glasses covering her overheard and started yelling at them.
One staff glanced at another, 'Who's this?', earning nothing but a shrug in response. Nobody knew who this lady was. She was either crazy or... actually, she's just crazy.
Before any of them could sneak out to call security or even stand to calm the lady down (in which, nobody really tried to), she turned her feet and stomped out of the lounge room in anger.
"She wouldn't return to get her sandwhich back, right?"
"...just eat it, fatass."
The one who initially asked such a question shrugged, grabbing the sandwhich with self contentment.
The staff lounge became noisy again with gossip and confusion as nothing else happened, and so did that filming staff's table.
At least they had new drama to talk about.
"Who the fuck was that? I mean, why did she have to yell at us? It's not like we planned for anything."
"Right? It wasn't us who thought of something like dividing 60 guys into six groups then place them to random locations—"
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"—and we're supposed to gather money to buy clothes for our performance?"
I sighed deeply, like really deeply. I almost didn't even try to be enthusiastic anymore.
This time, I think I could really sue.
How could the producer—who didn't even show up, by the way—just drop ten completely unaware people down after who knows how many hours of bus riding and casually tell the participants to get money, somehow!?
"And with literal minors being part of the show, too!" I yelled into the abyss in my mind as my brain scrambled to... to make something make sense!
Earlier the bus stopped for a bit, then one of the staff members got up and told the participants of my bus, the black bus, to gather as ten and come down.
Ten curious participants, mostly those at the front, got up with their envelopes and water bottles, then left the bus. Some of them even left some stuff behind, like hand fans or blankets.
After that? The bus door closed and it went away before I could even peek out the bus window to see what was happening.
Curiousity didn't let me down, though. As less than an hour later, the rest of the people on this bus were told to come down as well.
With the filing suspicion I had, I told the other nine participants to take everything they brought with them before leaving the bus.
But that was not enough to prepare me for the shit this show will put me through.
As I watched the bus drive away, the staff member with my group had started filming and gave everyone one very simple order: open the envelopes.