Fashion Genius Collects Stars - Chapter 91



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Episode 91: The City of Flowers

“PD, what are you doing this time?”

When Han Min-ha looked at me with his black eyes and asked, I answered like this.

“Play. For a week.”

And I saw.

The children were jumping around.

“Gyaaaaah-!”

“Really? No worries!”

“Then can I really do whatever I want?”

Even though they are so professional and charismatic on stage, when you see them like this, they are just kids. Kids.

Well, that’s true.

I lived a hectic life as a trainee, then debuted and worked hectically.

Where did these kids have time to play?

Besides, our plane lands in a faraway foreign country, far from Korea.

A place that will not attract much attention.

The School Zone members were all excited.

We chatted in the group chat throughout the flight and meticulously planned out what we would do upon arrival.

It’s a good thing there’s Wi-Fi in business class…

School Zone members would share stories they wanted to tell in a chat room, and Yoon Chae-in would find and organize the information.

Time passed so quickly, and we landed at the Florence airport in northern Italy.

When I came down the stairs and got out of the plane, it was already dark.

“Ugh! Wow! It smells like flowers!”

Yun Chae-in stretches and shouts loudly.

PD Kim Jun-il said with a smile.

“The meaning of Florence is ‘flower.’ So it is also called Florence in English.”

“Whoa!”

Producer Kim Jun-il’s explanation must have touched the girl’s heart, as Yoon Chae-in screamed and jumped up.

We called an Uber and went to the hotel.

The kids were chattering the whole way, and PD Kim Jun-il and I slept soundly.

What should I say… … .

Suddenly, I felt like a teacher taking students on a school trip.

“Producer Kim Jun-il. Are you saying you’ll be returning home tomorrow morning?”

“Yes. I’ll go on a field trip at dawn. I’ll watch the members wake up and leave the hotel before I go.”

“When you go back, you’ll have to do another program, right?”

“Well. Because I’m the youngest.”

As he said that, PD Kim Jun-il smiled brightly.

“Ah. Before I forget this.”

He rummaged through his bag and handed over a thick wad of paper.

In northern Italy, there is Florence, but there is also Milan, one of the world’s four major fashion cities.

Just as I combined hard work and wool fashion with Scottish checkered fashion in the Shetland Islands, I also planned to visit Milan after playing in Florence to explore Italian fashion and the charm of the school zone that can be shown here.

This thick stack of papers is a vast resource for storytelling.

“Actually, I sent it by email, but it’s fun to review it by submitting it on paper.”

PD Kim Jun-il said that with a gentle smile, but I couldn’t help but know.

How tired he must be.

Flying back and forth, making filming plans, organizing and sending tons of materials to me, and all that while doing the work I was originally doing at the broadcasting station…

Frankly, it wasn’t something a person should do.

Even now, the person feels so skinny that it looks like he could collapse if you hit him.

“Thank you, PD.”

It was just one word, but I said it with all my heart, and PD Kim Jun-il laughed.

“Thank you. It’s my work too.”

* * *

The next day. Dawn broke.

I was sitting in the hotel lobby yawning.

“Oh. PD-nim.”

Han Min-ha came over to me, spotting me sitting there in a sleeveless shirt and shorts.

I said good morning, suppressing a yawn.

“Good morning! Want to go jogging?”

“Yes. Since I’ve come to a new city, I’d like to try running.”

This was already discussed yesterday.

You are free to spend your time here however you want, but you have to film the process anyway and you need security.

“Okay. Don’t feel uncomfortable and be friendly with your older sisters and brothers.”

“We’re already close!”

Han Min-ha turned around and smiled at the two bodyguards and a camera crew with whom he had suddenly started jogging in the morning.

“Okay. Okay. Have a nice trip.”

“But… … PD-nim.”

“huh?”

“I. A little… … . Isn’t that right?”

“what?”

“Your legs are too thick, or your shoulders are as broad as a man’s… … .”

Although Han Min-ha was an idol who was famous for her beauty, she had a bit of a complex about her body type.

I remember being teased by boys while I was a track and field athlete until middle school.

To be honest, I was worried that people would think I was being weird if they heard about it. If Han Min-ha from School Zone said he had a complex about his looks, who would believe that?

But I seriously looked Han Min-ha up and down.

Only when Min-ha was so nervous that she gulped dryly did she nod her head briefly and deeply.

“Good. Okay. No problem.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I’m your style manager. Trust me. If you go out jogging like this, your fans will go crazy.”

Only then did Han Min-ha shake off his anxiety and return to his usual bright eyes, bowing down to me.

“Then I’ll be back!”

“okay!”

Han Min-ha ran out of the hotel, followed by bodyguards and staff.

And then I realize anew what I have to do.

Humans are fearful beings.

Even the most seemingly perfect person has times when he or she lacks confidence.

Especially at that age when I am so sensitive.

Narcissistic girls like Emily Cruz can be so out of control that it can be a problem, but girls like Han Min-ha and Yeo Min-seo who are secretly delicate are also overly concerned about what others think.

That’s why I am here.

For kids who are observant, I give them a clear evaluation by saying, “You’re okay.” When they become overly confident due to their second-year middle school syndrome, I kill them coldly.

That way, we will hone the children’s charm and make them shine.

The morning passed quickly.

Han Min-ha was very excited after jogging for an hour and drinking coffee at a nearby cafe.

“Italians are amazing! All the people who go to work gather in a café. They don’t even sit down, but stand at the counter or by the door and sip their coffee. They hold the coffee saucer in their left hand and the coffee cup in their right hand!”

Cultures that are different from Korea are stimulating.

When everyone came down to eat breakfast in the morning, Han Min-ha told the story of his morning jog with sparkling eyes like a hobbit who had just returned from a grand adventure.

The other members squealed and said that they too would go jogging starting tomorrow.

The five girls were talking and laughing so fast that I couldn’t even find the right time to join in.

That’s how the morning went. I picked out the kids’ clothes with one of the styling staff, did a quick makeup and hair touch-up, and then let the kids loose.

And so, the full-fledged Florence trip of the school zone began.

I took a picture of the famous Duomo, took another picture of the building rising up on the Ponte Vecchio, bought some gelato, and ate some spaghetti.

“They say that spaghetti tastes best when you eat it at the place where they dry the noodles in front of the store! They say that they make the noodles themselves!”

And the leader who led us all was none other than Yun Chae-in.

The guy had studied a lot about Florence and Italy and guided us expertly as if he had lived here his whole life, even though it was his first time here.

The children who had been running around like that were busy looking around the leather market in Florence, looking for things to buy.

“huh?”

I saw Yeo Min-seo sneak out on her own.

Just bring one bodyguard.

Minseo, who had a slightly nervous expression on her face since earlier, sneaks out and goes into an alley with no people around.

Followed by that.

Minseo was walking around the alleys alone, and then, as if drawn by something, she entered a passageway on the side of the alley.

“and…….”

After passing through the passage, a fairly large yard appeared.

And the statues.

It was an old cathedral.

Reading the old sign posted next to it, I found out that it was a cathedral that was 600 years old.

Minseo went inside and sat down, closing her eyes alone.

On the high ceiling hung a desolate ceiling painting that was almost completely gone, and the empty cathedral was as cold as a cave.

I went over and sat down next to the guy.

The picture is nice.

A very empty and old cathedral.

Yeo Min-seo sitting there alone.

Since there was no camera crew, I took a picture of Yeo Min-seo’s side profile with the camcorder I brought.

A guy who closes his eyes and breathes colorfully.

It seemed like she was feeling something, or maybe catching her breath, and she had long, black hair and eyes that were hard to read.

Minseo’s unique mysterious atmosphere was overflowing.

I was filming it for a while and then suddenly I asked.

“Are you tired?”

Minseo answered with her eyes closed, as if she knew I was coming.

“Rather than saying I’m tired… … I don’t know.”

“What?”

“When I was in Shetland, I just sheared sheep and caught fish without thinking about anything.”

“That’s right.”

“I had no worries back then.”

“Is it there now?”

“Yes. When I actually let myself play as I please… … . What should I do? How will I look on that camera that’s spinning right now… … . I keep thinking about that. Am I doing it right… … .”

It was only then that the thought occurred to me.

The reason Minseo sneaked into a place where there was no one and closed her eyes might be because she was scared.

“Minseo.”

“yes?”

“Are you afraid that you won’t look pretty?”

“……yes.”

“What do you think of me?”

Minseo opened her eyes in surprise and looked back at me.

I tapped that guy on the forehead and pushed him away.

“Who did your makeup today?”

“Uh… … PD-nim.”

“How about hair?”

“PD-nim… … .”

“Who chose your clothes?”

“This is PD-nim.”

“Yeah. But. Are you worried that I didn’t make you pretty?”

“Oh, no, that’s not it!”

I know. I know.

But, I think I need to say it clearly in these cases.

“Minseo, don’t be afraid. Your clothes are your armor, and your makeup and hair are your helmet. It’s the best armor I’ve put my heart and soul into making. So don’t be afraid and go wild.”

Minseo stared at me intently, then turned her gaze away with her ears turning red.

You punk.

I shrugged my shoulders, feeling proud of my mature response, when Minseo said.

“That… … is so childish. That thing just now… … .”

ah……?

Minseo ran out of the cathedral in a hurry.

Did you… … do something childish?

This time my face turned red.

* * *

There was a reason why CEO Min Hee-sung signed a contract with NNB, a comprehensive channel, despite the fact that it was an unfavorable contract that bordered on unfair trade practices.

youtube.

NNB is a channel that actively uploads to YouTube, and in some ways, it has an influence that is no less than that of terrestrial broadcasters.

And a new video was uploaded to NNB’s entertainment channel.

A video of everyday life in the school zone in Shetland.

The video attracted a lot of clicks from people with just the thumbnail alone.

– Huh? Why are you guys there?

– I’ve been watching videos of successful female idols getting nitpicky and shearing sheep.

– Oh lol but are you really working hard?

– Experiential life scene?

↳ Hey, old man… … .

– But in the meantime, what happened to Mi-mo… … .

School Zone was the most successful and talked-about group among the 5th generation girl groups.

An idol who truly shines like a star in the sky.

Those kids were acting like English country bumpkins, shearing sheep and catching fish, so it was impossible not to talk about them.

And even in the midst of all that, she was pretty… … .

↳ Phew… … . I feel like I need to live hard. These guys are working so hard, so why should I be having a hard time?

The uploaded video was converted into a gif file and spread through various communities in less than a day.

And that’s,

“Huh? What is this? In just one day, the number of views… … . 800,000… …?”

For Director Bae Ho-jin, who had instructed that they only take pictures to the extent that they would not be criticized and then clean up, this was an incident that could not help but be surprising.