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... ere, Yooil."

What Jang Jaeyi handed him was the result of an anonymous poll on the fan caf.

[ Which idol dance do you want Actor Yooil to perform? ]

LEMON CANDY' was the clear winner, with Black Sea's Shining Night' in second place. Yooil's eyes wavered as he saw the result.

"If it's too much pressure, you don't have to do it."

Fans might be a bit disappointed, though.

At Jang Jaeyi's words, Yooil immediately responded.

"I'll do it."

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