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Joo Dansol’s Eating Compilation.
Dansol’s breath quickened as he read the top-rated posts.
“Even the way he eats is annoying.”
“He’s really such a nuisance.”
“Joo Dansol only eats the squid out of the pancake—what a personality.”
“Throwing a fit and refusing to eat just screams attention-seeker.”
Even when he ate like everyone else, Dansol faced so much unwarranted criticism that he developed an eating disorder.
After filming the show, he’d feel nauseous just from the smell of food, and people would criticize his whether he ate or not. If he pretended to eat well out of stubbornness, they called his gluttonous.
Should he really be reading this? Knowing it would hurt, Dansol still clicked on the post like someone peeling a scab and squeezed his eyes shut.
[RO Match Survival in Island Portal]
Joo Dansol’s Eating Compilation.
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⤷ So cute, munching away like a hamster ㅠㅠ
⤷ He looks like someone who watches his diet but eats everything so well. It’s beautiful.
⤷ Give us an hour of just Joo Dansol eating ㅠㅠ
⤷ If he did a vlog, wouldn’t he just go to all the best restaurants? So cute ㅠㅠㅠ
⤷ Pretending to be a cooking expert but actually clueless is hilarious ㅋㅋㅋㅋ
⤷ The members said his food was tasty. What on earth did the DinoSoul members survive on?
“Ha…”
Dansol exhaled deeply, surprised at the flood of praise in the comments, just for eating the same way he always had before.
Scared there might be some negative comments hidden among the positive ones, Dansol meticulously read through over ten pages of posts.
The reactions were drastically different from the past. Wondering if there was another community criticizing him, Dansol spent hours scouring every site he knew, using old and new search keywords.
‘I don’t really like Joo Dansol…’
There it was. Finally, a post from someone who seemed to dislike him. Was this the start?
Afraid it might be another baseless accusation, Dansol tried to open the post, only to find it was on a members-only forum that required full membership for access.
“Ugh… Why do I have to apply for full membership… How did that upgrade process work again…?”
Dansol, struggling to remember the membership upgrade process, ended up reading the instructions and diligently navigating the community to post ten times and comment thirty times to qualify.
Even after filling some posts with introductions and attendance checks, he was unsure what to write for the remaining eight.
He resorted to posting dad jokes Minhyuk had taught his on the freeboard, which drew some criticism, confirming the community’s harshness.
[You have been upgraded to a full member.]
“Phew… Okay! Don’t get hurt, Joo Dansol. You’re used to this, right?”
Taking a deep breath, Dansol closed his eyes tightly and clicked on the post. Comments about his looks, voice, and intense gaze barely registered as malicious to the reincarnated Dansol.
But fractures always began with small cracks.
Even after seeing the overwhelmingly positive atmosphere in the portal, Dansol couldn’t believe so many people liked him.
Unable to survive without public and fan interest, Dansol recalled how he had desperately sought their attention and meaningless forgiveness in his past life.
Back then, his excessive zeal to do well had backfired. In this life, he just wanted to live quietly but received more than he expected.
However, he couldn’t relax. Their affection was fleeting and harshly temporary.
[RO Match Survival in Island Portal]
I don’t really like Joo Dansol…
Into the ★ of my heart…
⤷ I knew it’d be this ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
⤷ Nodding ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
“What, what is this… Do they not like me or do they?”
He had gathered all his courage to open the post, only to find unexpectedly mild comments.
Exhausted from hours of practice without eating, Dansol’s stomach growled at the smell of ramen from nearby.
He had only 10,000 won left, insufficient to last the night at the PC room and take the subway to the performance venue the next morning. Should he humble himself and return to the dorm?
Staring at his turned-off phone, Dansol felt a headache and closed his eyes, gradually dozing off.
“It’s him!”
“Hey! Be quiet!”
Click, click.
“How much time had passed? When Dansol opened his eyes, he saw two high school students snapping photos of his with their phones, unaware he had woken up.
“What… what’s going on?”
“Wow… you’re even more handsome when you wake up! Excuse me! Are you Joo Dansol?”
“Uh?”
“You’re Joo Dansol, right? Hey! Why are you asking the obvious! Are you here to see Ma Taeoh? Why are you here? Can you take a picture with us?”
Whether they forgot to control their volume or never intended to, the boy called Dansol by name, prompting people playing games to crane their necks towards him.
“Uh… I’m not.”
“What?”
“I said I’m not Joo Dansol!”
“…What?”
Having lived in Seoul his entire life, Dansol’s clumsy Gyeongsang-do dialect was unconvincing. he stood up abruptly, uncertain if they believed him, but he needed to leave.
But they were persistent, chasing his as he quickly left the PC room.
“Why did you deny it, hyung? You’re clearly Joo Dansol!”
“Hey! Why are you calling an older guy by his name? Right, hyung?”
“Ugh! I said I’m not!”
“Hyung! Denying it won’t help! Your dialect is totally off!”
Dansol eventually started running. He felt like he was going to die from exhaustion, but seeing the high schoolers chasing him like wild dogs made his legs start sprinting on their own. Not knowing where he was, Dansol blindly entered the alley behind a convenience store.
“Hey! He disappeared! I’ll go this way! You go that way!”
“Got it!”
But it was only a matter of time before he got caught by the two who moved like detectives chasing an escapee.
“Wait… why am I even running?”
Squatting in a deserted alley, Dansol had a fundamental question. It’s not like the high schoolers were going to kidnap him; they probably just wanted some photos and autographs.
Clearly, his judgment was clouded by hunger.
As Dansol carefully peeked out to see if the students were still around, he stepped out of the alley.
Thud.
Only looking to the side, Dansol didn’t see the car parked in front of the convenience store and ran right into it.
He hit his forehead against the big, black, expensive-looking car and immediately checked if he had dented it.
“Dansol! What are you doing here?”
It looked like there was a scratch, but he couldn’t tell if it was already there or if he caused it.
Just as he was about to slip away unnoticed, thinking no one saw him, the window of the supposedly empty car rolled down and Taeoh popped out.
“Taeoh?”
“Dansol? Why are you… like that?”
“Oh… well…”
It must have been Zeus’s car, since they had just finished practice. Realizing this, Dansol felt foolish.
Though it was dark and he hadn’t noticed, the car he bumped into was the type often used by celebrities. Taeoh’s gaze shifted to Dansol’s hand, which was rubbing the car’s door.
“Who… who is it?”
Zeus’s manager, coming out of the convenience store with a bunch of snacks, looked at Dansol with puzzled eyes.
Embarrassed, Dansol squeezed his eyes shut.
“Taeoh… are you going home?”
“Yes, of course. Dansol, where are you going at this late hour?”
“Um… Taeoh… could you… if you have a spare room, or even just the living room or the shoe closet… could you let me stay just for tonight?”
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This is so sad af, I wanna take his trauma, double it, and give it to his old group fr
its nice to see his past life influence his thinking even now