I’m a Genius Idol but my Passive is Sunfish – Chapter 93

Author: LyraDhani

When she tapped the account profile, she saw vlogs uploaded by the other members at three-day intervals.

Among them, the one that stood out the most was undoubtedly the video of Cheong, the leading candidate for the roommate’s bias—though she herself was unaware of it.

[Cheong’s Vlog (What’s in My Bag/American Snack Haul/Mukbang ASMR/Album Unboxing)]

“What is this massive hybrid content…”

A whopping four types of content were packed into a single video. Just looking at the title, it was already a generous offering.

The main thumbnail showed Cheong sitting on a bed with a mountain of snacks piled around him.

A smug, teasing smirk was on his face, like he was saying, ‘You don’t have this at your place, do you?’

The beautiful boy was holding multiple boxed snacks in both hands, smiling—were the snacks small, or were his hands just that big?

Clicking on the title, the video played immediately without ads this time.

[Cheong: Good morning.]

Perhaps having just woken up, the video started with him lying in bed.

A low voice. Fluent English pronunciation. A cold-looking handsome man with a bare face surrounded by a blue duvet.

After spacing out for a moment, Cheong got up and looked to his side. The rustling sound of the duvet could be heard.

[Cheong: Baekya is still sleeping.]

The video cut, and the location changed.

[Cheong: My roommate is sleeping, so I came out to the living room, over. And we switched rooms with the others recently, so I’m sharing a room with Baekya now.]

[Cheong: I already showered and changed.]

Cheong, wearing a black turtleneck instead of pajamas, appeared on the screen.

Sweeping back his slightly damp hair casually, he pulled a bag into the frame, saying he had a lot to do today so he had to hurry.

Suddenly starting ‘What’s in My Bag’.

[Cheong: This is the bag I use when I go to broadcasting stations. I’ll show it just to you guys.]

He tapped a black leather backpack and opened the zipper.

The first item to come out was E*ian. It was mineral water from a French brand.

[Cheong: I like drinking water so water must always be there. Drinking lots of water makes you healthy.]

[Cheong: And this is my phone. Actually, I put it in just now.]

The second item was a black Apple phone. He said when he had a schedule, he always left it with Namkyung or kept it in his bag.

The next item was perfume.

[Cheong: Jihan hyung gave this to me on his last day of school. It smells really good, so I spray it in my room and on the members too. I like it when things smell like me.]

A caption popped up saying he’d already used a third of it, even though he’d only had it for two weeks.

Cheong said he had a bag but didn’t like carrying things, so there wasn’t much inside. Since the main compartment was already empty, he opened the front zipper pocket and reached in.

[Cheong: I don’t really use this pocket. Huh? There’s something here.]

Pulling out the object he grasped, a car key with a famous emblem appeared.

[Cheong: What the…! Why is this here?]

A car key he received as a fifteenth birthday present.

This item, given to him by his father, was lost a few days before he boarded the plane to Korea after passing the ID Global Audition.

He said he’d been so upset that he was depressed for a while even after arriving in Korea. He was genuinely delighted, saying he never knew it would be in there.

[Cheong: Next time I go to my home in America, I’ll give the members a ride! I’m a totally best driver!]

Cheong boasted that he was the best driver among his friends.

Wondering if other lost items might come out, Cheong turned the bag upside down and shook it out. He finished the first content only after discovering another American candy that was a year past its expiration date.

The video cut briefly and the location changed. The camera was filming an empty duvet.

[Baekya: Are you filming right now?]

[Cheong: Course. Recording.]

[Baekya: What are you doing?]

[Cheong: Snack self-introduction.]

The sound of Cheong talking with Baekya was heard. Soon, with a rustling sound, snacks poured onto the duvet.

[Cheong: What do you want to eat?]

[Baekya: You brought these to film. Can I really eat one?]

[Cheong: I have lots. Take it.]

The peach approached hesitantly and chose a snack. After pondering for a moment, Baekya pointed to a long light green wrapper.

[Cheong: This one?]

[Baekya: Yeah.]

Cheong picked up the snack Baekya chose and held it in front of the camera so the product could be seen properly.

[Cheong: Everyone, Baekya said he wants to eat this so I’ll do the jelly first and give it to him. This is Sour Attack Straws. In Korean, Sour, um… spoiled? Jelly.]

[Cheong: Anyway. It’s my favorite so Mom sent a lot, but I ate them all and only one is left.]

While Cheong introduced the jelly, Baekya waited quietly beside him. His face wasn’t shown, but his hands fidgeting slightly were adorably noticeable.

[Cheong: Here!]

[Baekya: …But you said it’s spoiled?]

[Cheong: You don’t know? Sour means that.]

At the snack owner’s irresponsible explanation, Baekya postponed receiving it and left the spot. When he returned, he took the jelly, explaining that it meant ‘sour’, not ‘spoiled’.

As the roommate exited, Cheong’s American snack haul began in earnest.

[Cheong: Hello everyone! Today I’ll show you snacks I ate when I was in America. Here are only the things I really like.]

Perhaps because Cheong liked jelly, various types of jelly were dominant, and besides that, there were popcorn, chocolate, potato chips, etc. A feast of snacks that smelled strongly of America just by looking at the wrappers followed.

[Cheong: Minseong likes this popcorn.]

[Cheong: Now the last one! This is my favorite snack. They have this in Korea too, but they don’t have the spicy flavor so I’m sad.]

Chee*os Flamin’ Hot, boasting extreme spiciness. As he tore open the bag, Cheong cleared his throat once as if the spicy scent rose up.

[Cheong: But spice-weakling can’t eat this. Baekya will die if he eats this.]

Cheong picked up a red snack and showed it in detail in front of the camera. Then, popping it into his mouth and munching, a crunching sound was heard.

[Cheong: Snack haul end!]

After tidying up just the last opened snack bag and climbing down from the bed, the scene changed again.

Seeing that the background was similar to where Yooyeon was sitting when eating tteokguk, it seemed to be the kitchen.

Sitting at the table tilting his head, he was looking at a specific spot.

Ding—.

It seemed he was waiting for the microwave to finish. Getting up from his seat, he disappeared from the screen for a moment and reappeared holding a familiar object.

The menu placed in front of the camera was cup noodles. Hot steam rose from the container.

[Cheong: From now on, Spicy Chicken Noodle Mukbang ASMR.]

Instead of just lowering his voice like a proper content creator, he leaned his face close to the camera and whispered.

It felt less like a mukbang ASMR and more like watching a dating simulation with that sculpted face.

[Cheong: I was going to do an apple mukbang because of the sound, but someone ate it, so it’s gone. I’ll catch the culprit for sure. Anyway, that’s why I brought another snack.]

Moving away from the camera, Cheong tore the sauce packet and started sprinkling it over the noodles.

He was incredibly good at using chopsticks. The wet noodles and sauce mixing created a clear squishing sound.

Cheong lifted a large chopstick-full, rolled it roughly to fit in one bite, and held it out in front of the lens. Then bringing his face close again, he whispered as if speaking into an ear.

[Cheong: I’m gonna eat it in one bite.]

[Cheong: I like this.]

Like this… Like… Li….

The face of the roommate watching the video flushed, and the sound of her heartbeat began to ring loudly in her ears.

Thump. Thump.

“D-Don’t flutter! You stupid heart!”

Passing Cheong’s slurping mukbang ASMR, the video was soon facing the final content, the album unboxing.

[Cheong: All right! I went to the company yesterday and brought back DASE album! Originally I wanted to go buy it, but I’m busy these days, so I got no time.]

Saying he would start the unboxing, Cheong began tearing the plastic off the yellow WANT ME album.

[Cheong: When the album first came out, I opened one each with the members, and I was the only one who pulled my own card. Very Nice!]

[Cheong: I hope I get my card today too.]

Pushing the plastic out of the screen, Cheong opened the box saying he would open the album. The photobook, large postcard, and paper doll cards poured onto the table.

Explaining the album composition and showing the members’ postcards one by one, Cheong inserted his photo into the front of the album box.

[Cheong: Naings know all this, but if you insert it like this here, the Doll Box that appeared in our music video is complete!]

[Cheong: I like the pink hair.]

Before continuing the album explanation, Cheong said there was something he had to do first and shook out the album book containing the jacket photos and CD.

A square photocard fell out with a soft tap. Thankfully, it landed face down, so its owner wasn’t visible.

Quickly covering the card with his palm, Cheong looked at the camera.

[Cheong: No! I haven’t seen it yet!]

[Cheong: Let’s see it together on the count of three. But I hope it’s mine.]

Sliding his palm across the table, Cheong hid the photo card between his hands.

[Cheong: And the main character is!]

[Cheong: Ta-da!]

When he lifted his hands, the screen filled with a winking photo of Yulmu.

[Cheong: Ah, what the.]

Disappointment was evident on his face.

Peeling the photo card that was stuck to his palm, he put the card down on the table saying he should return it to Yulmu later.

Cheong then moved on to the album introduction.