From Thug to Idol: Transmigrating to a Survival Show chapter-890-title-track-worthy

The next day arrived peacefully...thankfully.

The production crew didn't wake the cast members early, too-knowing they had an exhausted night before.

The sky was clear, with soft sunlight filtering through the trees, casting a gentle warmth over the landscape. The air was crisp and fresh-a perfect day for taking things slow. When Ramil PD gathered the group together, his announcement was a pleasant surprise.

"Today is a free day," he said with a casual smile. "You can use the vegetation around the garden, but don't go beyond it. Think wisely, though... this will be your last 'free' day. We just want you to get accustomed to the place."

"Thank the heavens!" Pablo exclaimed, already grabbing some bell peppers from a nearby plant.

Casper paused for a while and looked at the production crew. "There's no catch?" he asked. Ramil PD merely chuckled, not answering his question. That made Casper feel nervous. However, seeing that the other cast members were already excitedly picking the vegetables in the small garden, he, too, smiled and joined in on the fun.

June found himself drawn to the small plot of land designated for farming. This was his dream retirement, so he took some mental notes for him to use when he hit the retirement age-that is, if he doesn't die until then!

As June knelt by the soil, he carefully dug a small trench with his hands, feeling the cool soil beneath his fingers. He glanced up to see Casper and Jisung nearby, chatting quietly as they worked. Joonie was a bit further off, concentrated on picking some lettuce.

The scene was calm, a rare moment where the group could just relax.

"This is so freaking fun,' June thought to himself.

But even as he enjoyed the moment, a nagging thought lingered at the back of his mind. The supplies they had now would only last for a day or two. The garden's vegetation was limited, and unless they planted new seeds and took care of the crops, they would run out of food soon enough.

June straightened up, wiping his hands on his pants as he surveyed the garden. They had managed to plant a fair amount, but it would take time before anything was ready to harvest. As he continued to work, he heard footsteps approaching. June glanced over his shoulder to see Jisung Walking towards him, a somewhat hesitant look on his face.

"Bro," Jisung said, stopping a few feet away. "I've got something to show you."

June raised an eyebrow, curious. "Oh? What is it?"

Jisung glanced around, making sure no one else was within earshot. "It's inside. Come with me."

Intrigued, June wiped the last bit of dirt off his hands and followed Jisung towards the house. The others were too absorbed in their own tasks to notice them slip away. Once inside, Jisung led June to their shared room and pulled out June's bag from under the bed.

"What are you doing?" June asked, watching as Jisung placed the bag on top of the small desk.

Jisung grinned. "I want you to listen to the song I made. The one I've been talking about but never had the courage to show," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

June's eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, right now?"

"Yeah," Jisung replied, already opening the bag.

June glanced at the door, then back at Jisung. "Wait," he said, stopping from completing the action.

Jisung paused, looking up in confusion. "What?"

Without a word, June grabbed Jisung's arm and pulled him towards the back area of the house. It was still inside, but it seemed amateurly attached to the actual house. Finally, June stopped at a secluded corner, far from the prying eyes of the cameras.

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"There," June said. "No cameras."

Jisung's eyebrows raised in surprise. "How did you even find this place?"

"I walked around when I couldn't sleep last night," June replied. "It seems like they missed a spot. This is the only place where there are no cameras...aside from the bathrooms, of course. But then again, there is a camera outside of the bathroom, so they'll still see us two go there." ƒгeewёbnovel.com

"With here, it just seems like we went to the dirty kitchen."

"This is so cool," Jisung muttered. "It feels awkward being in front of the camera at all times, so I'm happy that there's a place like this."

"Yeah," June said. "Don't tell anyone about it, okay?"

Jisung nodded, determined to keep the secret.

"Why did you drag me out here, though? I just wanted to show you the song."

June shrugged. "We don't want to spoil the astras," he lightheartedly said. "Even if they aren't able to hear it, they're going to have an idea that we're cooking up a song. It would take away from the comeback's excitement.

"Right," Jisung said. "You're a genius, bro!"

June clicked his tongue. "Just give me the earphones."

Jisung smiled before handing one earphone to June and placing the other in his own ear.

"Wait, I'm kind of nervous," Jisung suddenly said. "I've helped with our songs before, but this is the first time I've done something like this. It's not going to be as good as yours."

June clicked his tongue. "Did you work hard for this?"

Jisung pursed his lips and nodded, scratching the back of his head out of his own

embarrassment.

"Then, you shouldn't doubt it. The fact you've worked hard for it means that it's already good," he said, wanting to build the younger member's confidence.

Even now, Jisung still struggled with his self-esteem.

"Alright," Jisung muttered. "Please tell me honestly."

June nodded and waited for Jisung to finally reveal his creation.

With a deep breath, Jisung pressed the play button.

The moment the music started, June felt a rush of emotion.

Then, his eyebrows furrowed as he closed his eyes, trying to imagine the song inside a stadium. It was a sound that could easily fill it-the kind of track that could move an audience

to tears or make them leap to their feet in excitement.

Then, as the chorus hit, June's eyes widened in disbelief.

"This... this sounds like a title track."