I Became the Husband of a Gender-Reversed World Idol

10 – Bad Girl

A shiver ran down my spine.

I mean, how could something like this happen in broad daylight?

And the fact that I was the target just doesn’t make any sense.

I hate to say this, but isn’t this kind of thing usually aimed at people who live alone or at young kids?

I mean, I’m already in my twenties.

Or is this for real a stalker?

No, that can’t be it.

Come to think of it, it was pretty obvious that this place was “Song Ara’s” house.

I might have seen the mail downstairs, but…

Should I report this, or should I let Ara know?

I don’t want to worry her, but what if I end up regretting keeping it to myself later?

And on top of that, I posted on the community without even knowing what it was about, so the police might contact me from either side.

It seems like some people in the community treat reporting as a joke.

After much deliberation, I finally pressed the speed dial 1.

Ring, ring, ring…

Ara’s familiar ringtone seemed to last forever.

If anyone saw this, they’d probably think I did something wrong.

Thud.

Ah, I got it.

“Ara, Nuna?”

-Seonghwan? What’s up?

You got it right on the first try.

I let out a wry smile unintentionally.

Perhaps I was only worrying about my concerns even while running the program.

“Are you busy right now?”

-No, why? The sound director messed up, so I took a break.

What’s really going on?

“If there’s something, should I say it’s there… that…”

I told Ara everything that had just happened.

Mm-hmm. Ara, who had been listening and responding, suddenly fell silent.

This is getting a little scary.

“Ara, Nuna?”

-………………

“Nuna? Are you listening?”

-Seonghwan, for now, I’ll send Yeji over there, so stay with her.

“Huh? Yeji, Nuna?”

Yeji, who could be called the eldest daughter of Queens, where Nuna belongs, is 24 years old this year.

Because Ara is 22 years old, there’s only a two-year age difference.

I saw her at the graduation ceremony last time, and her appearance is definitely not inferior to Ara’s.

By the way, is it okay to just casually call an idol?

“Yejee, aren’t we going together?”

-She’s not really into programs like that.

Anyway, I’ve locked the front door chain until Yejee comes.

“Yeah, got it.”

-Sorry, Sunghwan. I’ll come up right away, so just wait a bit.

“Sis… sister? Is that really neces-…….”

Oh, it got cut off.

What should I do?

***

“Sound director! How’s it over there?”

The woman referred to as the sound director shook her head from side to side, forming an ‘X’ with her arms.

Certainly, the background microphone that was working fine until last night is not working now.

If they can’t use this, eventually, it will lead to a fiasco.

The director was in a bind, scratching his head.

“What should we do?”

The words uttered by the overall director were not about placing blame.

It was just an unconscious word that slipped out in this really frustrating situation.

“Anyway, the punk performance wasn’t intentional. It’s not like I wanted to play punk; it’s just that the cast had some issues, and it was because of the recording equipment… I don’t know what to say.”

“It’s not the sound director’s fault, so don’t blame yourself too much. After all, these delicate devices are like that by nature.”

The shooting director comforts the sound director.

Both of them know well that electronic devices can malfunction overnight.

“With things turning out like this… I wish something else had happened.”

“…..”

“…..”

Although the remark from the lighting director was the height of irresponsibility, everyone sitting here now, grappling with their headaches, probably thinks the same.

At that moment when the directors are holding their exploding heads and discussing solutions again, a PD rushes in.

“D… Director!”

“What’s going on? You’re sweating so much.”

“New PD got scolded quite a bit by Director Song…”

The broadcast becomes a bubble with a single accident.

Perhaps that’s why the overall director is treating his staff quite strictly.

It might have been good for the viewers, but it wasn’t good behavior.

Of course, there might not be many who appreciate their efforts.

“Miss Song Ahra suddenly had something come up and said she needs to go…”

“……”

Words becoming seeds.

Nevertheless, among the directors sitting there, no one had anything to say.

From the beginning, they hadn’t managed the microphone properly, and with the schedule for the day falling apart, who would have anything to say.

Rather, it would be more fitting to quietly applaud in the direction where it’s easy to bury dissatisfaction.

“Oh… she left in a hurry.”

Even though it was a departure with a dismissive attitude towards the program,

None of the women expressed any complaints.

***

Ding-dong~♬

The cheerful but unmatched sound of the doorbell

stabbed my eardrums.

The person I saw on the intercom screen was Yeji, popular for her attractive black hair, black eyes, and cool personality.

Without much thought, I unlocked the chain on the front door and opened it.

She entered without a word, took off her shoes, kneeled down to tidy up, then stood up and

smacked my forehead.

“Ouch…”

“Why did you open it without even checking the voice on the intercom?”

“Uh… I did check the face.”

Yeji let out a big sigh.

It seems like my actions were making her quite uneasy.

“First of all, zero points for crisis awareness. You don’t just open the door for anyone when a guy is alone at home.”

“Is Yeji noona not just anyone?”

“If noona speaks, you should say, ‘Yes, understood.'”

“….Yes, understood.”

“That’s right, that’s right…”

Yeji gently patted my head.

Originally, it’s an action that shouldn’t be done to a married man, but it seems like she forgave at least the act of patting Ara’s head.

“So, did you check the security office like I asked?”

“Yes, yes.”

“And confirmed that it’s not the postman from the post office?”

“……”

“You almost got into big trouble. Are you aware of that?”

On the A4 paper Yeji handed over, a familiar scene showed a stranger standing there.

With a hat pressed down, face tightly wrapped in sunglasses and a mask, making it impossible for parents to recognize even if they came.

It was a completely different atmosphere than when seen through the screen.

Back then, it was a delivery guy and a friend, so there was no suspicion at all.

“Really… it could have been a disaster.”

“…..”

Suddenly, I started to feel the gravity of the situation, and it became terrifying.

Well, no wonder. The woman in the picture on the A4 paper had woodworking gloves and duct tape in her hands.

If that person’s plan had succeeded, I would have been tied up with my mouth, arms, and legs tightly, and either raped or kidnapped.

“Are you thinking strange thoughts again? I told you there’s nothing more useless than thinking about things that haven’t happened yet.”

“Yeah…”

“Let’s go inside first. I told Ara to have some food ready.”

“Shall I make it for you?”

“Sure, that would be nice. You can taste Ara’s homemade meal that she’s so proud of.”

I chuckled.

Perhaps the fans wouldn’t know?

Yejee has a cool idol concept, but in reality, she’s quite the chatterbox.

“Why are you laughing?”

“Oh, it’s nothing. Is there anything specific you want to eat?”

“Hmm… how about some meat?”

“We have pork belly, should I grill it with some kimchi?”

“Do we have ssamjang*?”

“If we don’t, then the meaning of eating pork belly diminishes, doesn’t it?”

I couldn’t help but smile wryly as I watched Yejee eagerly anticipating the pork belly.

Perhaps the Queens members are all foodies.

Still, it’s more comfortable than being alone.

***

“That was delicious.”

“Are you a monster too, Nuna?”

*ssamjang: a thick, spicy paste used as a dipping sauce for grilled meat

1kg of pork belly disappeared entirely.

Just the fact that it all went into my stomach is amazing enough, but what follows in the conversation surprised me even more.

“Today is Ara’s housewarming and there’s some news?”

“…News?”

Could it be that in this world, there’s a writing system I don’t know?

Maybe news refers to, mmm, a cow’s meal.

Or perhaps there’s a guy named “News,” represented by new characters.

“I’ll do the dishes.”

“Guests don’t do the dishes. Please, have a seat.”

I picked up each dish and placed them in the sink.

Then, I put on rubber gloves.

“I envy Ara. She even got a husband like Seong-ho.”

“Don’t you have a boyfriend?”

“23 years of being single….”

“Well, that’s… unfortunate.”

I chuckled bitterly and started doing the dishes.

And by the time the dishes were done.

The doorbell rang.

Ara couldn’t have arrived already, so I looked at the intercom screen.

“Just a moment…”

“Sister?”

“Shh. Be quiet.”

Yeji covered my mouth with her hand.

For some reason, it felt a bit gentle…

After checking the intercom screen, she picked up the receiver and handed it to me.

Then she whispered in my ear.

“When you answer, that woman will come out with some strange reason.

Just say you understand and hang up at that moment.”

“Uh… okay? But, isn’t it better to just contact the police…?”

“Do you remember how capable I am, little brother?”

Ah… come to think of it…

I took the intercom and pressed the call button.

“Who is it?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m the postal delivery person you heard earlier. I forgot the invoice and came back. Can you come out for a moment? I’ll write it down for you.”

“Just wait a moment.”

Click.

I placed the receiver back as Yeji instructed.

Nodding as I agreed, she nodded in understanding.

Yeji told me to push me into the bedroom and lock the door.

I was worried about Yeji, but she assured me not to worry and gently stroked my head.

Because they’re idols, they shouldn’t get hurt…

As I entered the room and locked the door, I heard the sound of the door lock opening.

“Whoa-oh! What the hell!”

“This son of a b***h is messing with someone!”

Then, I heard the sound of someone being hit unilaterally.

Thud… Thud…

Like the lively and terrifying sound I heard at the boxing match when I went there,

it was a sound with no match for its cheerfulness.

I opened the door that I had locked.

And there, I saw a woman dropping a kitchen knife and being unilaterally beaten, and above her, Yeji was unilaterally beating someone.

….

Come to think of it, before becoming an idol, Yeji was a phantom-class boxer.

I had completely forgotten.