Chapter 91

I became the older brother of a top star, Chapter 91

A fountain rose high into the air.

Statues of angels, as if blessing our team, were erected all around, and from them came a heavenly voice that tickled the ears.

It was Yuna's voice.

"......"

I slowly played the guitar and observed the expressions of the people who had gathered to watch our busking performance.

They all clasped their hands reverently, watching Yuna sing.

Although the language was different, perhaps the emotions conveyed through the song were reaching them.

Like listening to a hymn, people enjoyed the song with a sense of grace, and some even shed a tear.

As soon as the sweet song ended, thunderous applause and cheers erupted.

"Bravo!!"

"Encore!"

There was no time to savor the lingering aftertaste of the song.

The cheers were so loud that it felt like the cathedral roof might fly off, and we swayed to the rhythm.

In tune with the atmosphere, we started singing with an upbeat tempo.

We performed with all our might, singing jazz, pop, ballads, and more.

With such enthusiastic responses from the citizens, it was only natural that we felt energized.

Even after the recording was over, we said,

"Brother, let's do one more song!"

"Sure. Yuna, it would be a shame to end it here, wouldn't it?"

"Let's do one more. Just one more, okay?"

We continued with encore after encore, even singing a classic German song that Germans love as a service.

"Thank you! Thank you all!"

After a few hours, the busking stage, filled with regret, came to an end.

The team members waved to the citizens, expressing their gratitude in broken German.

Most of the people didn't leave even as we packed up the equipment and got into the car, as if they were reluctant to see us go.

"Phew—Today was really fun, right, sister?"

"Yeah. I really felt a sense of accomplishment from performing. I can't believe I'm doing a performance abroad instead of in Korea."

Then, Raeli suddenly grabbed my hand and said,

"Thank you, Yuna, thanks to you, we had a really good performance."

Then, others began to thank me one by one.

"Right. If it weren't for Yuna, we wouldn't have been able to perform in such a magnificent place, right?"

"I heard that if we had followed the schedule, we would have performed in the rain at Mauer Park?"

If we had followed the schedule, we might have performed a tearful show in the rain at Mauer Park.

It was really fortunate that it didn't happen.

'But the biggest gain—'

Was Yuna's first international stage.

Of course, it might not be fitting to call it an international stage, but this busking performance proved that Yuna's voice resonates not only in Korea but also abroad.

'If Yuna's voice spreads worldwide in the future—'

Then, we might not only aim for the domestic charts but also the Billboard charts, right?

* * *

The dream-like trip to Germany came to an end.

Thanks to our appearance on a German variety show, the busking stages we performed in various regions were always packed with audiences, and each time, the German portal sites were buzzing with stories about me and Yuna.

When we went to a restaurant, it was common for the owner to treat us to free food, and if we caught someone's eye on the street, a signing frenzy would often break out.

Especially at the airport, many people recognized us, and we almost missed our flight due to the chaos, but we left with only happy memories.

'Maybe we can travel here again someday...'

It didn't seem like a bad idea.

Then, I wanted to bring my whole family and properly tour the country.

'And I want to hold a real concert, not just busking.'

I thought Germans were just quiet, but when we did busking, they turned out to be very enthusiastic. With such reactions, it might be worth holding a concert.

Then, Yuna and I could enjoy it even more, right?

"Hey! Jung Yuna! Snap out of it!?"

Right then.

Someone's stern voice snapped me back to reality.

And in front of me, a black glove was quickly drawing a trajectory, heading straight for my face.

Whoosh!

I slightly tilted my head back to avoid the punch.

Then, another punch flew in from the side, and I heard a strong wind rush past my ear.

"We're sparring right now, why are you daydreaming! If you get hit, you'll be out cold, you know?!"

The coach, who was below the ring, yelled at me.

Was I really that distracted?

I regained my composure and looked at my opponent.

"......"

My opponent glared at me with eyes full of malice.

The sharp aura emanating from him was proof.

'His aura is really strong.'

Compared to the people I've sparred with so far, this opponent had the best aura.

That's why,

Thud! Thud!

Every punch he threw missed me, and instead, he staggered from the counterpunches I landed.

I tried to push myself, but the more I did, the more solid my defense became, and his punches never reached my face.

And,

Thud!

My decisive blow hit his face, and he crumpled to the ground.

"Okay! That's enough! Let's stop there!"

As the opponent tried to get up from his downed position, the coach stepped into the ring to stop him.

I took off my headgear, bowed, and stepped out of the ring.

The coach sighed deeply at the sight.

"Phew. This guy is scaring people. Why were you daydreaming in the ring?"

"Was it that obvious?"

"It was clear you were daydreaming."

I smiled awkwardly.

"But you're pretty amazing. Do you know who that kid is? He's a pro who just won the rookie award. An 8-0 monster. And you knocked him down while daydreaming... "

The coach clicked his tongue.

"Well... It's not the first time this has happened."

Actually, facing a rookie pro wasn't a big deal for me.

Maybe because I sparred with a former champion last time?

"Yuna. So, are you really not considering boxing seriously? Huh?"

"No, thank you, Coach."

"Come on! Where else in this country can you find someone with your talent!"

"I'm busy with my entertainment career."

"Right. I know. So, why don't you do both? You have a lot of money, right?"

That's exactly what I meant.

"Even with a lot of money, why would I become a boxer?"

"Well, if you become a pro, you could be the first middleweight world champion in our country!"

The coach's voice was very earnest.

It was like when my professor begged me to participate in a competition.

"No, how about this? Why don't you train and become a national representative? Win a gold medal at the Olympics. Then, you'll be exempt from military service and become a national hero. You can do it all!"

Olympic gold medal?

An achievement I've never even thought about in my life, so I frowned.

But, military exemption...

It would be a lie to say I wasn't tempted, given the nightmares of my military days.

However,

"I'll be going now."

Me, a national representative?

I laughed bitterly.

"Yuna! Hey! Jung Yuna!"

The coach called out desperately, but I left the gym without looking back.

* * *

"Wow. Brother, look at these cars. They're the ones I only see on the internet."

Yuna's mouth dropped open at the cars lined up in the parking lot.

As Yuna said, I also only saw these sports cars on the internet.

It's not like there's a car show or anything.

"Of course, this is swag and flex, right? Hehe."

Yuna's eyes sparkled as she gazed at the sports cars.

Does she like this kind of thing?

"Yuna, do you like supercars?"

"Huh? Are there people who don't like them?"

"Well, not really... Do you plan to get a license and buy one in the future?"

With our current financial status, we could easily buy a few supercars in the future.

But Yuna shook her head.

"I don't know. Will I ever need to drive? My manager will drive for me when I'm active as a singer."

"That's true."

Especially for busy entertainers, driving is rare, and many have licenses that just sit in their wallets.

"And if I ever need to ride in a car, I want you to drive me. That's why I was looking."

"Huh?"

"You, to buy for you! Men usually like these things, right? Hehe."

"......"

So, she was carefully looking at them to buy for me.

This is a bit touching.

"Anyway, let's go in."

"Okay."

I entered the building with Yuna.

From the lobby to the corridor, it was a place overflowing with flex.

Expensive-looking works of art were hung everywhere, and the place was lavishly decorated with gold.

"Here it is."

"Ah, yes. Thank you."

Following the staff's guidance, we entered the studio.

As soon as we opened the door, a strong beat thumped, and a fast rap lyric that was hard to understand filled our ears.

"Oh! Our stars are here!"

"Hey~! What's up!"

They stopped their music and greeted us.

"Hey, nice to see you."

"To be honest, we didn't expect you to accept our offer. Thanks for coming."

They were very polite, despite their gold chains, tattoos, and sunglasses in the dark room.

Maybe they have a lot of swag but can't let go of Confucian values.

"Hello~! I enjoy your music. I'm a fan."

"Wow. You listen to our music, Yuna?"

"Wow. This is such an honor?"

We are Bermuda, a famous hip-hop group in Korea.

As far as I know, there are 10 hip-hop artists in this agency, and they are well-known in the hip-hop scene.

The three hip-hop artists gathered here are the producers for the show.

"Of course~! Even though my brother is against it, I will definitely release a hip-hop song in the future!"

They whistled and cheered.

"Yuna, you're doing hip-hop?"

"Can you imagine how amazing that would be?"

"Yuna, do you want to try on this necklace?"

"Here, try on my gold watch. It seems like a good fit, right?"

"Please call us when you release a hip-hop album. We'll produce it well for you."

They generously handed over their expensive necklaces and watches to Yuna.

Yuna took them and struck a pose, but she looked more cute than hip.

"Yuna's rap?"

"Ah, can we listen to a song now?"

I sighed briefly, looking at them.

If they hear Yuna's rap even once, they'll probably retract their offer to produce.

"Ahem. I'll sing one song then!"

Yuna, excited, dressed up in a hip manner and entered the recording studio, grabbing the microphone.