I’m a Genius Idol but my Passive is Sunfish Chapter 86

“Han Jihan, what are you doing?!”

 

Baekya tried to stop Jihan with wide eyes, but Cheong had already started his attack.

 

Tak!

 

The two palms collided in mid-air. But just as it seemed Jihan would be eliminated—!

 

Cheong lost his balance, stumbled, and fell into Jihan’s arms.

 

“See that?”

 

Jihan caught Cheong easily and lifted his chin.

 

Because Jihan didn’t push back against Cheong’s hands but instead relaxed his wrists and let the force pass, Cheong couldn’t handle his own lunging weight and fell over.

 

“As expected of Jo-Tto!”

 

Jo-Tto…?

 

While Baekya tilted his head in confusion, Minseong applauded the Quiet Weirdo (Joyonghan Ttorai).

 

“Who’s next~ Ah, is it me?”

 

It was the Blue Team’s second player, Yulmu’s turn. He fixed the tangerine line himself and stood facing Jihan with a sly smile.

 

“What to do, I feel sorry about this~ It’ll be over as soon as it starts.”

 

“Does the Blue Team fight with their mouths or what?”

 

A battle of nerves as intense as the team captains blew a cold wind through the dorm.

 

“Uh… hey, let’s not fight, okay…?”

 

Flustered, Baekya fidgeted between the two. The other three sat side by side on the sofa, waiting for the match, completely indifferent.

 

“This is palm pushing, not a staring contest, right?”

 

Minseong brought popcorn from somewhere and mumbled with a mouthful.

 

“Excuse me~ When are you starting?”

 

Yooyeon asked, putting his hand into the popcorn bag.

 

“Someone needs to start it.”

 

Since both the MC and the assistant were playing, no one was conducting the game.

 

“They should just read the room and start, geez….”

 

Grumbling, Minseong shouted the start half-heartedly. At the voice announcing the game start, the two palms clashed hard in the air.

 

Tak! Taaak!

 

Hands clashed twice in succession. Yet neither was pushed back, holding their ground well.

 

As the match became interesting, the three people louging on the sofa sat up straight.

 

“This one is actually watchable.”

 

“…This one?”

 

Why do I feel annoyed all of a sudden. Does that mean my match was pathetic?

 

Baekya, who went to sit next to Yooyeon, looked sideways with a dissatisfied expression.

 

Taaak!

 

The sound of clapping hands rang out quite loudly.

 

“Neck and check!”

 

Cheong shouted in excitement.

 

“You mean ‘neck and neck’.”

 

Minseong corrected him, but the excited Cheong heard nothing.

 

The match, already continuing for 5 minutes, was indeed dead even as Cheong said. However, as the standoff continued for 10 minutes, the audience slowly grew tired.

 

“Just someone win already.”

 

Minseong and Yuyeon were half-lying down now. Cheong had wandered off somewhere. Baekya, sitting on the floor leaning against the sofa, was dozing off.

 

“Yeah!”

 

Startled by Yulmu’s shout, the sunfish lifted his head. The match of the century had lasted a lengthy 8 minutes. The result was Yulmu’s victory.

 

“Who is it! Is it Yulmu?!”

 

Cheong burst out of the bathroom door shouting. Whether he’d washed his face or fallen into the sink was unclear—half his gray hoodie was soaked.

 

“Of course I won~”

 

The Blue Team high-fived each other in celebration of their victory.

 

“Good job.”

 

Although they lost, Baekya, genuinely moved that Jihan had tried so hard, patted Jihan’s shoulder with a touched face.

 

Following that was the White Team’s third player’s turn. Minseong, who competed for the number 1 weakest member in DASE along with Baekya, was K.O.’d by a single clap from Yulmu, tumbling over.

 

[ROUND 2 Blue Team Wins!]

 

The score was 1 to 1.

 

This match was the final to determine the real maknae. With everyone’s agreement, the final draw was left to the team leader, Minseong.

 

“Haha. I’m not good at drawing these things.”

 

Minseong sheepishly put his hand into the pot.

 

[Musical Chairs Game]

 

“……Hyung.”

 

He thought it was a joke, but to think Minseong was truly cursed with bad luck.

 

Just by looking at the name, it was undoubtedly a physical game, and the White Team’s faces stiffened noticeably.

 

“You guys wrote this, right?”

 

“Course!”

 

At Baekya’s displeased voice, Cheong answered triumphantly. In the meantime, the two in charge of proceeding brought dining chairs from the kitchen and finished arranging them in the middle of the living room.

 

“Is this that game? Where music plays and when it stops, only the people sitting on chairs survive.”

 

“Seems like you played some games back in school?”

 

Yooyeon nodded, confirming it was correct.

 

[FINAL ROUND START]

 

Six members, five chairs. The alarm was set randomly between 30 seconds and 2 minutes.

 

A moment later, to an upbeat pop song, the members started slowly circling the chairs.

 

“Hey, let’s move a bit faster~”

 

Someone complained from behind Minseong, who was creeping along while eyeing the chairs.

 

Yulmu poked his shoulder teasingly, and Minseong swatted his hand away warily. Just then, the first alarm rang.

 

Ddiririri—!

 

While four people snatched chairs as soon as the music cut off, Minseong and Yulmu were wrestling over one chair.

 

“Hyung, you’ll get hurt.”

 

“Move! For the sake of our pitiful Baekya, I…!”

 

The pet cat tried to push him away with all his might, but the two already had too much difference in weight class.

 

Thud.

 

Yulmu only pushed slightly with force on his arm, but Minseong flopped onto the floor.

 

“Do Minseong~ Eliminated!”

 

Yulmu shouted smugly.

 

“Hyung….”

 

“Baekya, I’m sorry.”

 

Rising with lonely feelings, Minseong shook hands with Baekya and withdrew cleanly.

 

Although eliminated first, the leader, who took over running the game instead, played the music again and ordered them to circle quickly.

 

“Circle quickly! Faster! More!”

 

Four chairs left.

 

Excluding Minseong, the members circled the seats, probing each other.

 

Ddiririri—!

 

The second alarm rang.

 

Unlike the four who swiftly thrust their butts onto the chairs, Yulmu clutched his side and collapsed onto the floor.

 

“Hey! This is a foul!”

 

Yulmu jumped up and pointed a finger at Jihan.

 

He had ended up fighting for a chair with the White Team again this time, claiming Jihan had jabbed him in the side right before he sat and he demanded a replay.

 

“Do we need a video review? VAR?”

 

“…There’s a video?”

 

At Minseong’s words, Baekya flinched and looked around. Aside from the boxes stacked in the kitchen, the dorm they moved into today boasted an interior neat enough to be a model house.

 

“Yes! Requesting video review!”

 

However, the referee was from the White Team, a figure far from impartial.

 

“Yeah, there’s no such thing~”

 

He claimed his eyes were the camera and he pretended to see nothing. Yulmu protested, but Minseong ignored him and continued.

 

Now three chairs remained.

 

Two people left each for the Blue Team and White Team. The score was tied.

 

– Me~ Ju Plains~ Balbari Chihuahua~

 

Unusual music played as the four players circled warily.

 

Soon after, when the third alarm rang, Baekya nimbly claimed a chair.

 

At a surprisingly fast speed.

 

The players facing off this time were Cheong and Yooyeon.

 

“Hey! What are you doing coming here?”

 

“Course, you should go over there!”

 

One player from the Blue Team was confirmed eliminated. Next to the two who were frustrated with each other, Baekya and Jihan high-fived as they advanced together.

 

“Starting the semi-finals~”

 

Two chairs placed in the living room.

 

If Cheong was eliminated in this game, it was automatically the White Team’s victory.

 

“I’ll show you the bitter taste of 7 months.”

 

Loitering around the chairs, Baekya pointed to his own eyes once, then to Cheong’s eyes once. It was a vicious warning from the sunfish.

 

However, the foreigner who learned Korean through Y-Tube scoffed instead.

 

“So what. Not scared at all~”

 

The mockery was impressively fluent.

 

Baekya, whose blood pressure rose momentarily causing him to almost faint, barely managed to control his mind and body.

 

‘If I win, I’m locking his Y-Tube account first.’

 

It seemed Cheong definitely needed the Kids Restricted Mode.

 

“If I win, you’re going to be installing Y-Tube Kids first, you punk.”

 

“If I win, Baekya is Baby-ya.”

 

It was as if they had a script; their banter matched perfectly.

 

At that time, Jihan, circling the chairs with them, suddenly felt a wave of reality hit him. Leaving those two aside, he belatedly questioned why he had been suffering like this since earlier.

 

Ddiririri—!

 

“Ack!”

 

“Go away!”

 

As the alarm rang, Baekya and Cheong clashed. Jihan, who was thinking about something else for a moment, moved his body realizing his mistake, but one chair remained completely empty.

 

“……?”

 

He saw the maknaes dog-fighting in front of only one of the two chairs.

 

“…What are they doing?”

 

“They must want to do the finals quickly.”

 

Yooyeon and Minseong looked ahead with dumbfounded faces. Yulmu, looking just as flustered, watched Cheong and Baekya with a troubled expression.

 

“…Na Yulmu. I’ll just remove one chair.”

 

“S-Shall we?”

 

Jihan, having reached an instant agreement with Yulmu, exited sadly with the chair.

 

“Uaaaaah!”

 

“Woooooh!”

 

The monstrous screams coming from the maknaes’ mouths echoed in the living room for a while.

 

Thrusting their buttocks onto the single-person chair and pushing and pulling vigorously, the two were incredibly noisy. The game that started in the living room had been pushed all the way to the kitchen.

 

“Hey, hey! Just settle it with Rock Paper Scissors. We’ll be here all night.”

 

Unable to watch any longer, Minseong stopped the two. He thought Cheong would naturally win if it came to a physical struggle, but because Baekya held on with sheer grit and spite, the final outcome wasn’t coming easily.

 

Stopped by the hyungs, the maknaes entered a forced ceasefire, puffing huffs of air. Eventually, the third game ended in a draw, and they decided to settle it once and for all with a single round of manly Rock Paper Scissors.

 

Turning around to stand back-to-back, Baekya and Cheong raised one arm high.

 

“Rock Paper Scissors!”

 

As they each threw out a fist, scissors, or paper to Yulmu’s chant, gasps erupted from the sofa. The winner was decided in one go.

 

At the same time, Baekya and Cheong turned around to check the result….

 

Baekya was Rock, Cheong was Scissors.

 

“Waaaah!”

 

Baekya screamed and ran around the dorm.