Episode 159. Personality Test
“Your hair’s gotten a lot longer.”
“Has it?”
“Yeah.”
Park Juu fiddled with my hair.
Not that any of the Spark guys weren’t like that, but Park Juu was especially concerned about whether the visible wounds on me had healed.
“If I cover it with the hair on top, you can’t even tell.”
“Still.”
He still seemed bothered.
“Are you worried it’ll show?”
It was almost time for our live broadcast.
It had been a while since I last joined a broadcast. Because of the accident and all that, Spark had been doing broadcasts as a five-member group for some time.
As if to reassure him, I waved the beret the manager had handed me a little while ago.
Without saying much, Park Juu put the hat on my head and tidied my hair.
“It’s a relief that it’s just a broadcast where we talk, but still……”
Park Juu muttered.
Today’s broadcast concept was peaceful shooting the breeze.
That didn’t mean we did something thoughtless like choosing a company conference room as the venue. Staying true to the concept, we booked a cozy, wood-toned studio, set up board games all around, and even prepared pretty blankets.
Spark’s dedicated team had worked hard to create the perfect backdrop. Having a dedicated team really was nice.
Our outfits were unified under a casual old-school look. Within that, each had a slightly different vibe.
In my case, the main piece was a knit vest that went with the beret, while Gang Giyeon wore a hoodie that made him look like a rebellious kid who rapped a bit in the ’90s. If we’d been in the same class, we absolutely never would have become friends.
Once we straightened our clothes and gathered in front of the camera, the screen felt packed.
Was it because they were still growing? These guys were shooting up at a ridiculous pace. And since they had no fat left to burn, they couldn’t exactly reduce their volume horizontally either.
After seating them and adjusting the angle of the phone camera this way and that with the manager, someone said,
“Three minutes until Spark’s broadcast starts!”
A wave of nervousness rushed over me.
‘Will the people who’ve been watching the five of them broadcast be able to accept me?’
I saw the faces of the five members already seated, leaving my spot open.
There wasn’t a single one lacking. And with those faces, the bastards had the audacity to leave the center empty. I suppose I should be grateful it was the back row, at least.
My heart pounded. I didn’t want to squeeze in among them.
“Hyung, what are you doing? Hurry up and come here!”
Lee Cheonghyeon beckoned.
I wanted to run away. Like a prisoner, I was dragged between them.
I couldn’t show a deathly expression, so I smiled as hard as I could, but inside, I was burning black.
It felt like I was getting seasick, something I’d never experienced in my life.
Regardless of how I felt, the broadcast began.
“Hello, Sparklers!”
Jeong Seongbin greeted them brightly. The chat messages that had been coming in even before the live broadcast began started appearing on the screen.
≫ Hi, guys ♥♥♥♥♥♥
≫ Hi~
≫ Start already, hurry hurry
≫ It’s my birthday today hehe Please tell me happy birthday!
≫ Awangsil was so coolㅠㅠㅠ Spark is the best idol group
I swallowed without realizing it.
I quickly scanned the chat with my eyes.
If a comment like “Ah, it was better when there were five of them” appeared, I’d have to pretend to spill water and wipe it up so I could get out of the frame……
≫ Gasp, Iwol
≫ Iwol, are you okay?!?!?!?!?!
≫ Iwolㅠㅠㅠㅠ It’s so good to see your face
≫ Finally 6 membersㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ
≫ Iwol, if you’re tired, do the broadcast lying down You’re allowed to
≫ Iwollllllllㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ my babyㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ are you okay?! How’s your body???
≫ It’s Iwol♥♥♥♥♥ I missed you so much, seriouslyㅠㅠㅠ You worked so hard, our babyㅠㅠ
≫ It’s been so long since a 6-member live hehe Congrats on recoveringㅎㅎㅎㅎㅎㅎ
≫ lol Now that Iwol’s here, the members’ expressions look way more stable lololol
Kind words poured in.
Only after seeing all that affection pile up did I realize the source of my nervousness.
I hadn’t wanted to be hated. By the fans.
* * *
The main content of this broadcast was analyzing each member’s personality type.
I knew the Spark guys’ official MBTI types. The only problem was that they weren’t reliable.
The young Spark members, who didn’t yet know how to understand themselves, had failed to wisely escape the swamp of MBTI questions and would often come back with results based on completely wrong self-analysis.
≫ Hm……? Our Jeho is an E?
Jeho, do you not know what extroversion means?
There was Choi Jeho, who confidently chose extreme extroversion on the question distinguishing extroversion and introversion just because he communicated smoothly with the dance team.
≫ You decide your meals for the week in advance, but because you haven’t picked the sauces yet, you think you’re a P?
Giyeon, we call people like that J
And there was Gang Giyeon, who had become too harsh in his self-evaluation after spending long years with Jeong Seongbin, an overwhelmingly planning-type human being.
So today was a special feature: “My Teammate’s MBTI as Seen by the Members,” instead of a test the members took themselves.
This should also prevent the unfortunate incident of me becoming a troublemaker again. There was no “mad cleaner” in MBTI, after all.
It was worth pretending not to catch on and rambling on when the dedicated team asked, “Kids these days have all tried MBTI tests and stuff, right?”
“Before that, does anyone know their own MBTI?”
Lee Cheonghyeon asked, but no one did.
It was worth cutting them off from internet civilization by banning monitoring. A hundred times better for them to remain pure white than to go somewhere and learn weird terms.
The chat was already filling up with all sorts of comments, starting with, “Your MBTI is CUTE.” These guys didn’t even realize it was a joke and seriously started spouting nonsense, asking if that MBTI type existed too.
Distinguishing extroverts and introverts was easy.
“Juu and Choi Jeho are I. Both of you prefer being alone when you rest.”
“Wouldn’t Juu hyung come out as about 99% I?”
Gang Giyeon agreed with me.
“……Is that bad?”
Park Juu asked with a grave expression. Thanks to that, we had to explain at length for three minutes that MBTI had no good or bad types and was simply a way to distinguish tendencies.
“Gang Gyeon is I too. All your hobbies are things you do alone.”
“If that’s the standard, aren’t you I too?”
“I really, really like hanging out with the members, though?”
No sooner had we finished soothing Park Juu than the youngest members started bickering over whether you were I or I was I.
“Then what is this Kim Iwol guy?”
Choi Jeho pointed at me.
“That hyung is that. An E who thinks he’s an I but can’t be separated from people.”
Lee Cheonghyeon answered without the slightest hesitation.
I felt wronged. I like being alone too. I was happiest resting in my tiny officetel.
But Lee Cheonghyeon showed no intention of listening to my protest. What annoyed me even more was that the others accepted it without a word.
After a discussion joined by the Sparklers, it was settled that I, Jeong Seongbin, and Lee Cheonghyeon were E, while the rest of the members were I.
S and N were somehow decided smoothly as well. The realists, Choi Jeho, Jeong Seongbin, and Gang Giyeon, were designated S.
I, who imagined the System falling onto my head while showering, Lee Cheonghyeon, who said he was typing on a keyboard in his head every night, and the daydreamer Park Juu, whose thoughts no one could figure out at all, decided to take on N.
To begin with, do people like me, who are stuck in a peculiar situation and have no choice but to rack their brains, also count as N? I couldn’t understand the standards.
Still, up to that point, the conversation unfolded fairly peacefully.
The audio started getting noisy at the question that divided T and F.
“They say there’s a question that makes this the easiest to figure out. Everyone, if someone said, ‘I was depressed today, so I bought bread,’ what would you say?”
Jeong Seongbin asked. Then Lee Cheonghyeon cut in.
“Who’s asking that question? Someone close? Or someone you just know moderately well?”
“You really are picky, just like an N.”
Choi Jeho, who had been officially recognized by himself and others as an S, shook his head as if he couldn’t understand.
But who was asking the question…… wasn’t that important? Is that completely unimportant to you?
However, this was only the beginning.
“Just assume I asked it. One day, out of nowhere, I come in with bread.”
“You had bread in the morning too. Are you okay with that many carbs?”
Because the answer was even more horrifying.
“Jeho, is your character okay?”
“Did it burst?”
Lee Cheonghyeon and I took turns worrying over Choi Jeho’s character, which had apparently burst apart. Park Juu already looked more hurt than anyone.
After seeing the reactions around him, Choi Jeho frowned.
“Why?”
“No, the kid said he bought bread because he was depressed.”
“So?”
“Then shouldn’t you at least ask why he’s depressed?”
At my words, Choi Jeho thought for a moment.
Then, perhaps believing he’d improved it a little in his own way, he gave a new answer.
“Do you feel a little better if you eat bread?”
“That’s enough.”
I held back a sigh. If everyone were the exact same kind of person, the people watching wouldn’t have any fun either, so I’d think of it as being for the sake of the content. Even if it made me internally combust.
But there was another ambush.
“……Should I get you some milk?”
“Giyeon, why are you doing this too?”
“It’s a situation where Seongbin hyung is trying to soothe his depression with bread. I thought he should enjoy it more and cheer up faster……”
≫ Dance line definitely T
≫ I don’t think Seongbin hyung will be able to cheer up……
≫ I did think Jeho and Giyeon’s feedback style was just cutting straight to the point lololol
≫ Do you feel a little better if you eat bread? lolololol
≫ You can’t cheer up when eating bread without milk, everything Giyeon said is right
“Um, I won’t be depressed……”
Jeong Seongbin, an ESFJ, smiled as if he had attained enlightenment while listening to the head-splitting debate between ISTP Choi Jeho, ENFP Lee Cheonghyeon, and ISTJ Gang Giyeon. INFP Park Juu was busy watching from the sidelines.
It seemed an MBTI craze would be blowing through the dorm for a while.
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Name: Kim Iwol
Birthday: February 14
Birthplace: Seoul
Height: 183 cm
MBTI: ENFJ
Nicknames: Nagging Machine, Underworld Cool Tone, Disciplinarian, Human CCTV, Well-Mannered Ruffian
Likes: Bass, pear and balloon-flower root tea, short meetings
Dislikes: Overtime work, acts that violate the law, rude behavior
Motto: At least have your own affairs in order
Favorite food: Jjolmyeon
Preferred scent: Green-type scents
Favorite music genre: Metal
Favorite sport: Soccer
Body part I’m confident in: Hands
My personal habit: Tapping my thigh or desk when thinking