Sure! Here’s the English translation of the full excerpt you provided from “Constellation-nim! I Want to Be an Idol!” Episode 31:
Amidst the burning scenery, Han Iro stood still.
The wail of sirens rang out loudly.
Firefighters moved busily.
A mother screamed. A father desperately held her back.
It was a scene far too familiar to Han Iro.
With a bitter smile, Han Iro turned and headed into the burning building.
The flames weren’t hot at all.
His breath wasn’t blocked in the slightest.
He kept walking, deeper and deeper into the building.
If this world were real, his little sister would probably be there.
But Han Iro knew.
What was there was definitely…
“Ah, you’re back again.”
A voice, familiar yet strange.
“I’ve been waiting.”
It was Han Iro’s own voice.
Within the flames stood Han Iro.
And another Han Iro looked at him.
One side of this Han Iro’s face was disfigured with burn scars.
The other Han Iro…
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
…was a monster.
A beast with sharp claws and long fangs.
Only one side of the beast’s face barely retained human form.
“Are you scared of me?”
Han Iro asked Han Iro.
“No. Not scared at all.”
Han Iro replied to Han Iro.
“Then what? What’s with that expression? I’m sorry, but I find you terrifying. Could you move that face away? That barely-human-looking face of yours…”
Han Iro met Han Iro’s eyes.
“…it’s really disgusting.”
Han Iro chuckled at Han Iro’s words.
“Right back at you.”
And then, Han Iro laughed.
“Yeah. You and I… we’re the same.”
Han Iro and Han Iro laughed.
Ahahaha—!!
“We really are…”
“…hopeless.”
Ding! Diring—!
An alarm rang.
Han Iro groped for the bedside lamp and picked up his phone.
He turned off the alarm and sat up.
“That dream again…”
He sighed.
He ran a hand through his hair and looked around.
The room was dark.
Blackout curtains sealed it completely, letting in not a sliver of sunlight.
He lifted a corner of the curtain to peek outside.
The brightness made him squint.
On the windowpane, Han Iro’s face faintly reflected.
He stared at it for a while, then ran a hand across the burn-scarred side of his face.
Bubble—
Foam rose.
Parting the bubbles, Han Iro sat on the bed’s edge.
[The Constellation ‘Love Born with Bubbles’ asks what kind of grooming you desire today.]
‘I’m not sure. I really don’t know.’
[The Constellation ‘Love Born with Bubbles’ suggests a look suited for you today.]
<Darling child, the weather is delightfully clear today. Why not let the breeze carry a woody perfume from your skin?>
<Darling child, today is a perfect time to debut that oversized blazer you bought before.>
<Darling child, you are…>
A voice echoed in Han Iro’s mind.
Hair, outfit, perfume…
Styling information from Love Born with Bubbles poured into his thoughts.
Her choices were always impeccable.
Perfect styling, tailored to the occasion, place, and weather.
Since Han Iro wasn’t skilled at dressing himself, he had no choice but to trust Love Born with Bubbles.
[The Constellation ‘Love Born with Bubbles’ asks your thoughts on today’s styling.]
She always asked the same question.
And Han Iro always gave the same answer.
“It’s absolutely perfect.”
[The Constellation ‘Love Born with Bubbles’ advises that perfection does not exist in beauty.]
Her scolding was always consistent too.
But, Goddess…
Han Iro thought.
…everything seems imperfect to me.
“Just… shut up…”
I rested my hands on my knees, panting heavily.
Buzzing mockingly around me, The Star Hated by All hovered.
The weather had cooled, but sweat dripped down my forehead beneath my backward snapback.
My mask was damp and stuffy.
Now that CYB had officially started, I too had to walk around with a hat and mask on.
And to climb a hill like this, dressed like this…
Why did Han Iro have to get a private place all the way out here?
“I love nature too…”
I sighed and kept walking.
We were on our way to Han Iro’s house.
It was on the outskirts of Seongbuk District, Seoul.
The address Han Iro sent led me to a secluded house far up a hill.
Seeing it in person, it was practically the last untouched patch of nature in all of Seoul.
I liked this kind of vibe, but still…
I took off my cap and ran a hand through my damp hair.
“…Already exhausted.”
A few days after we returned from Jeju Island, Han Iro contacted me.
[Bubble Bell: Hi Eunyul!]
[Bubble Bell: It’s Iro ❀❛◡❛]
[Bubble Bell: I begged Seol hyung for your number]
[Bubble Bell: Won’t you save mine too? ( *˘╰╯˘)]
[Me: …Ah. Yeah. Hi…?]
What was with those ridiculously cute emojis…
Overwhelmed, I saved his contact without a fight.
[Bubble Bell: You know the behind-the-scenes of Round 3 airs tomorrow along with the results, right? (ง •̀_•́) ง]
[Me: Uh… yeah, kinda nervous about it tbh ㅠ]
Round 3 was live broadcast.
The results would be announced after the behind-the-scenes segment with contestant interviews.
You might think the results were already obvious from the show, but judging was done individually—not by team.
Even if the team did well, a member who flopped would still be eliminated.
Han Iro would pass easily.
The team seemed built around him, honestly.
He basically dragged the whole performance forward by the scruff of its neck.
Everyone knew Han Iro would make it—judges, participants, viewers alike.
Maybe one other decent member from the team would pass too.
And maybe that person stirred up anti-Han Iro sentiment within the group…
[Bubble Bell: Wanna come over tomorrow evening? >◡<]
[Me: Your house???]
[Bubble Bell: Yup yup, I live in a private dorm]
[Bubble Bell: We can watch the show and get our results together. What do you think?]
[Me: Is that okay…?]
[Bubble Bell: Of course! ٩(•᎑•)✦]
Honestly, I was nervous.
I collapsed on stage during Round 3.
It was framed as part of the performance, apparently.
Aiden played it off to cover for me…
I hadn’t looked at any online communities since returning from Jeju, but surely opinions were divided.
[Bubble Bell: But your performance was amazing!! ❀❛◡❛]
Well… Violin of Tainted Blood was a relic-grade artifact.
I still remembered vividly the moment I collapsed and made contact with Abrilah’s lingering echo.
According to The Star Hated by All, Abrilah was dead.
But they’d said that death didn’t quite mean what I thought it did.
Their unusually serious expression lingered in my mind.
Still, I trusted The Star Hated by All.
My status window backed it up.
[Ryu Eunyul]
— Level: 67
— Titles: ‘Deep-rooted Demon Worshipper,’ ‘He Who Lit the Darkness of the Abyss,’ ‘Melody That Reached the Edge of the Otherworld’
— Constellation: ‘The Star Hated by All’
— Constellation Rank: ?
— Base Stats
Strength: 71
Agility: 87
Stamina: 94 (−14)
Mana: 666 (+1)
Charm: 117 (+27)
— Special Skills
[Black Magic LV.27] [Unsinkable Paper Boat LV.1] [Knowledge of the Otherworld LV.MAX] [Wisdom from the Lowest Depths LV.7]
— Status Effects
[(Permanent) Tainted Blood LV.14]
My level had increased, and new titles, skills, and status effects were added.
[Title: Melody That Reached the Edge of the Otherworld]
Awarded to one who knows the death of the Otherworld’s Prince, Abrilah.
Sorry you had to witness that.
He might appear in your dreams now and then…
Of course it was useless.
Still, the wording nagged me. That I “knew” of Abrilah’s death.
Guess he really did die.
[Special Skill: Knowledge of the Otherworld LV.MAX]
You possess rare knowledge about the Otherworld’s Prince, Abrilah.
Specifically, that he no longer interferes with this world.
But who would believe you?
The snarky tone aside, it confirmed it.
And then…
[Status Effect: (Permanent) Tainted Blood LV.14]
Some music seeps deep into the body, draining life itself.
The performer sees life in the melody, but in truth, life withers like a fading note…
A permanent status effect.
It was from overexerting with Violin of Tainted Blood.
The dramatic wording didn’t make me feel any better.
If Mom saw this status window, she’d probably drag me back home immediately…
I promised not to push myself…
I resolved not to use Violin of Tainted Blood again unless absolutely necessary.
[Bubble Bell: So Eunyul!]
[Bubble Bell: My place!]
[Bubble Bell: You coming or not?]
[Bubble Bell: Why are you ignoring my texts?! ٩(；﹏；)]
[Me: I’m coming… send the address]
[Bubble Bell: Really?!?!?]
[Bubble Bell: I’ll be waiting!! Here’s my address (map with steep hill)]
And so, I ended up watching CYB with Han Iro.
…But if I’d known how steep that hill was, I’d have declined no matter what.
“Huff… wheeze…”
I finally reached the top and looked around with clenched teeth.
The Star Hated by All flitted around smugly.
“Fine, just get in here.”
I pulled out my Bluetooth earbud case.
“…Hmm.”
Guess even flies need a proper home.
“I’ll think about it… if I make it to the finals.”
The Star Hated by All laughed heartily and dove into the earbud case.
Why was I the only one stressed out here?
I sighed and looked up at Han Iro’s private dorm.
A small, white prefab house.
…He wasn’t even an adult yet. Was he really living alone?
It didn’t look very big.
The yard had a vegetable garden, lush and thriving.
Maybe he grew them himself.
Ding-dong—!
I rang the doorbell.
“Just a sec!!”
Han Iro’s voice called out from beyond the door—cheerful and lively.
The door opened, and he ran out, beaming.
“Thanks for coming all this way!”
“Yeah. It was really a struggle…”
My voice cracked like I was about to cry, but Han Iro just grinned and crossed the yard.
…Wait.
Why is he carrying an eco bag?
Why does it look like the kind of reusable bag you bring to the grocery store…?
“Let’s go grab dinner ingredients. I’ll cook for you!”
He turned and smiled.
Go back down the hill?
And come back up again?
“Wait, hold on. You’ve got all these nice-looking veggies right here…”
“Huh?”
Han Iro tilted his head.
Then pointed to each veggie in the garden.
“This one’s Caitlyn…”
That’s a carrot.
“And Rufus…”
That’s cabbage.
“Santa Maria…”
That’s lettuce.
“And Rosaline…”
That’s just a cucumber!
“They’re not fully grown yet.”
“…That’s truly a tragedy.”
“It’s okay. The old lady at the market sells veggies straight from her own field. Come on!”
Han Iro led the way energetically.
I stared at Caitlyn, Rufus, Santa Maria, and Rosaline.
“Why haven’t you grown faster…”
I grumbled at the vegetables—
—and followed Han Iro.
Little Pink Starfish 
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