Chapter 11

As evening approached, the production team gathered all the cast members in the front yard of the accommodation. The yard, decorated like a campsite, was filled with a bonfire and various sentimental camping props.

Jisoo roasted a marshmallow and handed it to Dansol. Dansol, still reeling from soothing Daesoo’s crying, had skipped dinner as his headache persisted.

While chewing on the sweet marshmallow, the broadcast began.

—Despite a minor incident, welcome back safely, Joo Dansol. Are you feeling alright?

“Um… yes!”

—It’s a relief that you’re okay. The reason I gathered you all here is to announce the results of the last game. Despite the minor accident, congratulations to Jung Daesoo, Han Jisoo, Lee Yiyeon, and Yoo Doohyun for winning.

Jaegal Minhyuk had been sitting on the ground looking despondent, seemingly upset about missing out on the date vouchim.

In contrast, Ma Taeoh and Yoon Yeomin appeared indifferent. Yeomin even seemed pleased at the prospect of not having to wake up early.

—Each of the four winners will be given a date vouchim. You can use it anytime between tomorrow morning and 6 PM, and going off the island is allowed. However, if you don’t return on time, you’ll face a penalty in the next elimination round, so please be careful.

—Yoo Doohyun, do you have someone you want to date?

“Uh… yes, I’d like to date Yiyeon.”

Unlike the shyly smiling Doohyun, Yiyeon’s expression remained flat.

You’re going to end up dating Yoo Doohyun anyway. Just be nice and don’t accumulate bad karma… Tsk.

Knowing the future, Dansol tried not to look at Yiyeon and kept chewing his marshmallow.

Even though he had moved on years ago, Yiyeon was practically Dansol’s first love, considering he had never experienced even a simple crush before.

As a result, he had taken on more than his fair share of scolding. Watching them together was still hard. His mind was bitter, but his mouth was sweet.

—You’ve been chosen by your game partner, Lee Yiyeon. Now it’s your turn to choose. Who would you like to date?

“Joo Dansol.”

Dansol’s eyes widened in surprise, and Jisoo and Daesoo’s expressions hardened as well.

“I’m also going to date Dansol.”

Jisoo said, pulling Dansol close by the shoulder.

“You can’t do that.”

Daesoo lightly pushed Jisoo’s hand away and looked at the production team.

—Um… Han Jisoo, did you also say you want to date Joo Dansol? That’s not possible. Omegas can only choose Alphas.

“I’ll also date Joo Dansol.”

Daesoo spoke with excitement as Jisoo’s expression hardened at the production team’s response.

Sweat trickled down Dansol’s back. With Lee Yiyeon, Jung Daesoo, and Han Jisoo all choosing him, there was no way the scene would be edited out.

Trying to avoid their gazes, Dansol met the eyes of a tearful Yoo Doohyun. he felt like collapsing on the spot.

‘This is a disaster.’

The sharp-eyed variety show director wouldn’t miss Yoo Doohyun’s tears after choosing Lee Yiyeon.

Lee Yiyeon, who chose me, and Yoo Doohyun, who chose Lee Yiyeon. If things continue like this, it’ll just repeat the pre-regression situation.

‘How can I get out of this situation? Think…!’

“How about we let Dansol decide?”

Jung Daesoo suggested.

“Either way, if it’s not with Dansol, the date voucher means nothing to me.”

“I agree. I have no interest in dating any of the Alphas here. I’ll give my voucher to our Sol.”

Han Jisoo quickly added, not wanting to be outdone by Jung Daesoo. Lee Yiyeon, watching the other two and a stunned Dansol, also spoke up.

“I feel the same. I’m curious to see who Dansol will choose.”

Their words made Dansol’s legs tremble. he felt an inexplicable urge to cry. Why was the spotlight always on her?

What if they show interest and then turn away? Would he become trash again? Was it his fate to be just a momentary amusement for others?

Dansol had no confidence in handling the consequences of his choice.

—If everyone agrees, our production team will give Joo Dansol the date vouchim. However, since Dansol is not a game winner, he can only make one choice despite receiving three vouchers.

—Joo Dansol, please choose the person you want to date.

“I… um…”

Dansol hesitated, unable to answer. Then, he noticed Minhyuk. His drooping face and limp seaweed-like hair seemed to mirror his own situation.

Choosing Minhyuk, an unremarkable musician for a dull date, felt like the only way to get edited out.

If Dansol picked Minhyuk, Daesoo, Jisoo, Yeomin, and Ma Taeoh would remain in the lodging.

Yiyeon had to go on a date with Doohyun, but those staying behind would likely get more screen time due to their popularity and presence.

“I want to date Jaegal Minhyuk.”

Minhyuk’s gloomy face lit up noticeably.

His zombie-like eyes, which seemed soulless, began to show signs of life.

His plan was to win the game with Dansol and get the date vouchim, but he lost the game and the vouchim, and three people expressed interest in Dansol, leaving him disheartened.

“Dansol…”

Minhyuk looked up at Dansol. He felt so grateful and apologetic that he wanted to run over and hug him if no one else was around.

Except for Minhyuk, who believed their hearts had connected, everyone else’s evening turned into a mess.

—

“Dansol.”

Returning to the room, Jisoo was feeling down.

Dansol noticed Jisoo’s mood.

He knew Jisoo took good care of him, but Dansol believed Jisoo’s kindness was just a benevolent act of a top star.

Dansol had seen many people approach him with a smiling face, using him to show off their generosity and kindness.

“Yes?”

“Do you like Jaegal Minhyuk?”

“Uh… well, we played games togethim, so I feel a bit more comfortable with him.”

“I see… our Sol feels comfortable with Mr. Jaegal Minhyuk. Sigh… This is a secret, but…”

While Dansol was packing his pajamas from his suitcase, Jisoo turned off the cameras in the room one by one.

One good thing about sharing a room with Jisoo was that they could always turn the cameras on and off.

Before his regression, Dansol had a lot of screen time because, as a rookie, he couldn’t do anything about the cameras placed everywhere.

Even though no one was listening, Jisoo whispered into Dansol’s ear.

“That Jaegal Minhyuk… he’s a total old-fashioned jerk. He gathers juniors and bullies them. Dansol, being a singer, might get picked on even more. Sometimes he even hits people… he doesn’t care if they’re an Alpha or Omega. Be careful, okay?”

“Oh…! Yes, I understand.”

Dansol unintentionally straightened up at Jisoo’s words. Seeing this, Jisoo smiled cutely.

“There’s no need to be like that with me. Dansol can do anything with this hyung.”

“Uh… I’ll go wash up now, Senior. You said we have to go out early tomorrow…”

“Yes, let’s go wash up quickly. You’ll be tired for our date tomorrow.”

Even as Dansol was unpacking his underwear and toothbrush from his suitcase, Jisoo didn’t leave his side.

Feeling Jisoo’s hot gaze on his underwear, he hurriedly hid in the bathroom.

‘Is he judging me for not wearing designer underwear…?’

Before his regression, Dansol had been criticized whether his clothes and belongings were expensive or cheap, so he couldn’t help but be conscious of people’s gazes.

This was also true for Jisoo, who constantly showed his kindness.

The tension he had learned was not easily relieved.

While Dansol was showering, Jisoo lay on the bed, listening to the sound of the shower.

“Ah, damn. I shouldn’t have suggested sharing a room.”

The sound of the shower made his imagine things he shouldn’t, and he regretted it.

Just then, his phone vibrated somewhere. Jisoo naturally took his phone out of his bag.

Jisoo and Daesoo had agreed with the producers from the start that they could use their second phones, even though they were cast members.

Jisoo had argued that taking phones away at their age was a violation of human rights.

Daesoo (Crying): Hey

Jisoo: What?

Daesoo (Crying): How’s Dansol? I was wondering if he’s not feeling well.

Jisoo: Huh? Dansol is showering now. He’s feeling great. We’re going to play all night.

Jisoo sent an emoticon of a hamster showering seductively. Daesoo, seemingly upset, typed and deleted a message several times without sending it.

Daesoo (Crying): Just to make sure. Don’t get any funny ideas.

Jisoo: I had some, but your message made them stronger.

Daesoo (Crying): You scammer! Does pretending to be an Omega as an Alpha feel good? If you’re found out, you’re done. What’s the reason for sharing a room?

Jisoo: I want to get along with Dansol.

Daesoo (Crying): You bastard…!

Jisoo chuckled to himself, imagining Daesoo fuming on the other side.

He never thought he’d be grateful to the agency president who asked him to disguised himself as an Omega.

When Jisoo started modeling, the industry favored androgynous images.

Although not as much as Daesoo, Jisoo had a naturally good figure and went on extreme diets to fit the market’s image.

This earned his praise as a model with an Alpha’s physique and an Omega’s lines.

However, when transitioning to acting, Jisoo had to abandon the atmosphere he had as a model.

His agency president decided that going out as an Omega would be more advantageous.

He was experienced, and his choice was right.

Jisoo became an irreplaceable actor with his tall, impressive physique and cool, intelligent image, unusual for an Omega.

Thanks to this, he gained immense wealth and fame, so he had no major complaints.

Occasionally, he felt strange when Alphas approached him not knowing he was an Alpha, or when he saw the Omega title following him, but the benefits outweighed the losses. He could always retire like disappearing if he wanted.

But.

“Senior… are you crying?”

Seeing the worried look of that innocent lamb, Jisoo thought that the greedy plan of President Kim was quite good.

Thanks to it, he could sleep in the same room as Dansol, without needing a date coupon or anything.

Jisoo hid his phone under the pillow so Dansol wouldn’t see. Then he quickly fixed his expression.

“Ah… I have a favorite stuffed animal I sleep with, but I left it behind.”

Dansol looked like he had seen something he shouldn’t. Even his slightly damp hair was perfect for Jisoo’s taste.

“A stuffed animal…?”

“I have severe insomnia, and I can’t sleep without it.”

“Oh… I see.”

“So, could you sleep in my bed instead of the stuffed animal?”

“What?!”

In the end, Dansol, swayed by Jisoo’s, lay down in Jisoo’s bed, leaving his spacious bed empty.

Having slept in even smaller single beds with members at the dorm, it wasn’t a big deal for Dansol.

“So, Dansol, do you care about secondary genders?”

“Oh… not at all. Absolutely not…”

“As expected… I knew it would turn out like this. Sol, you’re too small and precious to play with those dirty alphas. I’ll protect you, so Sol, just trust me, okay?”

“Yes… but, hyung… could you please loosen your grip on my arm? It’s too tight…”

However, when Jisoo hugged him tightly and wouldn’t let go to the point where he was running out of oxygen.