From Thug to Idol: Transmigrating to a Survival Show-Novel

"Bring the hammer," June said, coaxing Minjun to help him open the dreaded briefcase.

He thought he would finally get the answers to his questions, but there was another challenge that chis way.

A six-digit code was needed for the briefcase to be opened.

Minjun clicked his tongue as he gave him the hammer.

"Why are you so surprised that there's a code, though?" he asked. "It's a briefcase! Of course, it's going to have a passcode."

June shook his head as he held the hammer in his hands.

"I forgot, alright?" June asked.

"And it's not like I knew the passcode right at the beginning."

Minjun frowned. "What do you mean?" he asked. "Isn't it yours?"

June shrugged, finally hitting the briefcase with good strength. He didn't want to exert too much effort since something might break inside.

However, whoever made the briefcase must have put their everything into it.

The material didn't even budge!

"Hey, answer me," Minjun said. "This briefcase is yours, right?"

"Technically," June vaguely answered.

"Step back," June said, preparing himself to hit the briefcase harder.

Minjun sighed and stepped back, covering his ears for what was about to happen.

June hit it with all of his might. However, the material didn't budge once again.

"What the heck?" he exclaimed before repeatedly hitting the case.

"Stop it!" Minjun screamed.

June, feeling breathless, let go of the hammer and collapsed on the ground.

"People are going to think that we're doing skind of crin here," he complained.

June shook his head. "What the heck is that briefcase made out of?"

"Probably Zeth's face," Minjun said, leaning down to knock on the hard material.

"This seems very foolproof, almost like the ones that safes are made out of. You should just make it explode," he continued.

"And risk losing the content inside?" June asked. "No thanks. I just need to keep on trying."

With that, he stood once more and started hitting it once again, feeling like this was the toughest opponent he had faced in his entire life.

Just then, Grandma Bok-soon cout of her house with a confused look.

"What are you two boys even doing here?" she asked, looking frightened when she saw June holding a hammer with a determined expression.

June sighed and let go of the hammer. "Just trying to open this."

Grandma Bok-soon frowned and inspected the briefcase.

"Oh, honey. This is a safe briefcase. It's made out of unbreakable material. It's even waterproof and fireproof! Where did you find something like this? It must have been expensive," she said.

June pursed his lips. "Well, do you know how I can open it?"

"Through the passcode, of course," she chimed. "Or make it explode. Although, that would probably compromise the contents inside since it looks so compact."

June sighed in defeat and once again collapsed on the ground.

"So, what I'm hearing is—I need to find the passcode?" he asked.

June shook his head, not minding that the dirt was staining his clothes.

Of course, he should have known that it wouldn't be as easy as it seemed!

Fu would never give him such a simple task!

"Well, get up now. I've made lunch. You didn't get to eat the last tyou visited, so I made a feast!"

June sighed and stood once again, feeling a little bit comforted by the thought of home-cooked food.

"Alright," he said, grabbing the briefcase and going inside along with Minjun.

He cleaned the briefcase and placed it in his luggage.

He would think about the passcode later on. For now, he felt more secure since the briefcase was already in his hands.

June could already hear the utensils clanging from the kitchen, so he quickly washed his hands and went outside.

His stomach grumbled as soon as the delicious scent of food wafted through his nostrils.

He followed the source of the scent but stopped when he saw that Minjun and Grandma Bok-soon weren't alone.

"Old ladies," he muttered, feeling a sense of fear run through his body.

Of course, June was still aware of his popularity among old ladies.

In a survey done for older ladies, he was the most popular idol!

He was definitely honored, but a small part of him was also scared.

The last the casually encountered old ladies, he was chased down the road while they were on their scooters!

"Omo," the curly-haired grandma exclaimed, letting go of the plate and running to where June was.

"It's really Joon-ho! How cyou're so handsnow?" she excitedly asked.

June chuckled awkwardly. "Skincare, I guess."

Another old woman stood, now in a buzz-cut. "I watched all of Rising Stars because of you! I almost couldn't believe it when Bok-soon said she knew you, but you're really here."

June scratched the back of his head.

"I guess I am," he muttered.

"Can you sing and dance for us?" another old woman, who was dressed in all-pink, clutched her hands in front of her chest.

June pursed his lips and turned to Minjun for help. However, the young teen's cheeks were currently being assaulted by two other old women.

However, despite that, he had an evil look on his face, almost as if he was happy that June was being tortured alongside him.

"Con, honey. Don't be shy," Buzzhead said, also pinching his cheeks.

"Omo! Your cheeks are so smooth—like a baby's butt. No wonder your fans adore you so much."

"Sing Oasis! Oh, wait, no. Luster! My grandkids love that song," Pinky smiled.

"Make space for him," Curly exclaimed.

The three grandmas stepped back and clapped their hands while waiting for June to perform.

Minjun's smirk widened when he saw how awkward June looked.

June shook his head. He couldn't believe he was going to do this for free!

However, he couldn't really deny the grandma's request since they looked genuinely interested in him.

With that, he closed his eyes and got rid of any shin his body.

"Cause I'm tongue-tied and I'm surprised

Every single tI look into your eyes.

You know? You're the one that I want for life.

In my heart…right here…right now."