Producer with no Regrets - Chapter 319



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Episode 319

This is what industry insiders say about those who are used as models in commercial advertisements, such as Victoria’s Secret, a world-famous brand famous for women’s underwear, or brands that have stores in department stores.

‘Literally, it’s pretty.’

Commercial advertising models must have the looks that women desire and men like.

Beauty is something that everyone wants but not everyone has.

But industry insiders also say:

‘If you’re pretty, you’re just one of the pretty people.’

Commercial advertising models have no uniqueness.

It’s natural because in the first place, they only choose appearances that people would generally like.

Although it is admittedly beautiful, there is nothing more beautiful than beauty.

What avant-garde fashion wants is an irreplaceable, unique aura.

And idols who have to be chosen by the public cannot have this kind of aura. Idols are just pretty, like commercial models.

but.

“Beautiful things too… … .”

One designer was so focused on looking at Jang Ha-yang that he couldn’t continue speaking.

The words he swallowed might have been, ‘When beauty reaches its peak, it becomes unique.’

“Seongpil.”

Tatsuya welcomed Seongpil with a hug. Seongpil was surprised by the unexpected hospitality, but soon calmed down and hugged him back.

“Welcome. You too, Haayang.”

Tatsuya also hugged Jang Ha-yang.

Then, he introduced the two people to Atomu, who was standing behind him with his eyes wide open.

“I’m Atomu Irie. Please take care of me today.”

Tatsuya pretended to vomit at Atomu’s gentle tone of speech that came with the handshake.

“If you go over there, the staff will give you the clothes you need to wear today. Ha-ah, you can change your clothes there and come back.”

“yes.”

As Jang Ha-yang left, Seong-pil asked Tatsuya a question with a little concern.

“Do you have any designs for the clothes Hayang will wear?”

Seongpil came into contact with high fashion through the Internet.

High fashion that seemed bizarre was perfect for posting on communities and being ridiculed by the public.

Of course, Sungpil was also one of the people who did not know about fashion and thought high fashion was difficult.

So I was worried that Jang Ha-yang might be given strange clothes that would be difficult for ordinary people to understand.

“I only have the blueprint for now. I think the basic shape will be a dress. It came to mind when I saw Ha-ah. Why, are you worried that I’ll make you wear something weird?”

“No way. I’m just curious.”

It hit the nail on the head, but I pretended not to notice.

That’s when the studio became noisy.

When I looked at the entrance, I saw Jin So-yu coming in with her manager.

Her appearance, like Jang Ha-yang’s, drew strong reactions from the staff.

“Are all Korean idols like that?”

It was also Atomu’s first time seeing Jinsoyu in person.

I was already surprised to see Jang Ha-yang, but when Jin So-yu came in twice in a row, I couldn’t come to my senses.

“They are both exceptional.”

“… … Well, I don’t think there are enough people like that to form a group.”

Atomu brushed his chest as if trying to calm himself down, then approached Jinsoyu, pretending to be cheerful.

The two had a brief conversation as designers and ambassadors of Fukuyo Hidaka.

“you.”

Tatsuya called out briefly to Seongpil, who was distracted by Jinsoyu.

“yes?”

“It’s just a sketch right now, but I’ll be getting to the point where I’m going to be making the clothes myself in the near future. Would you like to come to my studio and help me out then?”

“Is there anything I can help you with?”

“You are the one who has seen Ha-A-Yang longer than anyone else in this industry. You are Ha-A-Yang’s producer. When you see my clothes and hear my explanations, you will feel something.”

“It’s burdensome.”

“Even a small opinion is fine. … … It’s not an opinion. What I want from you is not a thought, but a feeling.”

The intuition that you feel the moment you see the clothes. That’s what Tatsuya wanted from Seongpil.

Anyway, Seongpil didn’t have much work to do at Webex, so he readily agreed.

“Director Park Seong-pil.”

After finishing her conversation with Atomu, Jin So-yu naturally approached Seong-pil.

“Hello, Mr. Soyou.”

“Yes. Where did Hayang go?”

“Hayang… … .”

The door to the makeshift changing room inside the studio opened and Jang Ha-yang appeared.

Seongpil and Jinsoyu’s eyes opened wide as if they were going to pop out when they saw her.

“Director, haha, this… … .”

Jang Ha-yang wore a black mermaid dress.

The dress, which clung to the body’s lines and spread out like the ocean at the ankles, was something you would only see at a wedding.

This was the first time Jang Ha-yang had seen this side of her, and she suited her so well and was so pretty that Seong-pil and Jin So-yu were entranced.

“Does it suit you? I thought you’d only wear this kind of outfit to weddings.”

Thank you, Mr. Tatsuya.

You are truly the grande couturier of the future. Who can deny it?

The one and only true talent who will lead the future of the fashion world.

Mahara Tatsuya.

“Ha-yang, you’re so pretty.”

Jin So-yu’s tension rose several times more than before as she walked around Jang Ha-yang.

“Can I touch it?”

“No.”

Jang Ha-yang, who had rejected Jin So-yu’s earnest request, once again demanded an answer from Seong-pil.

Is there anything else you want to say to Seongpil?

“pretty.”

“Ahaha.”

“And it’s a pity.”

“……yes?”

“Ha-yang, it will only be a few years before I see you wearing clothes like this again.”

At the wedding hall.

Perhaps, when Jang Ha-yang gets married, Sung-pil will probably cover his mouth in the guest seats and shed tears like a flood.

If she wants, I would like to walk with her to the groom, holding his hand, as if I were her father.

“I can’t take my eyes off Hayang today.”

“Are you that good?”

Jang Ha-yang looked down at her dress.

Doesn’t it feel like cosplay?

“Mr. Mahara, did you personally pick out these clothes for Hayang? They really suit her. As expected from the designer… .”

“I just grabbed whatever I could from the warehouse.”

“yes?”

“Clothes with similar outlines to the ones I’m making. I didn’t really think about whether they would go well together or not.”

“Ah… … As expected of a designer! Even the clothes you just threw together look great on the model!”

“Aren’t you listening to me?”

Then, Jin So-yu appeared in the studio wearing the clothes that Atomu had prepared.

It was an unbalanced mini one-piece dress made by increasing the length of the jacket to make it look like a one-piece dress.

Atomu, like Tatsuya, didn’t choose clothes that would suit Jin Soyu. However, Atomu was satisfied with Jin Soyu just by looking at her.

“Hayang, how am I?”

“You are pretty.”

“Isn’t that too emotionless?”

“You are really pretty.”

“I am bowing down to you, but I am still happy.”

The two models, having finished their outfits, prepared for the photo shoot.

As befitting the name of Japan’s fashion empire, ‘Fukuyo Hidaka’ has prepared first-class photographers.

Tatsuya explained.

“There are hundreds of models lining up to appear in that person’s pictorial.”

“Did you call that person as a test photographer?”

“Because you have to capture the maximum charm. That person can catch the image that we miss, even if only for a moment.”

Well, more like that.

“A fashion show is the biggest event for a fashion company. It is no exaggeration to say that the next six months of a brand are determined by a fashion show. You can’t afford to skimp on money. You need the best in every field.”

The filming didn’t go smoothly.

Perhaps because she is a first-class photographer, she approached the shoot as if she was pushing Jang Ha-yang.

“No, look at it more strongly! Don’t just open your eyes wide! What I mean is, look at it strongly… …!”

Seongpil, who was watching, felt his stomach churn.

Jang Ha-yang’s face in front of the camera remains calm, but her heart cannot.

When Seongpil started to show signs of anxiety like a parent watching their child’s sports day, Tatsuya, who was next to him, spoke.

“That guy, he’s a bit more reserved than usual.”

“How are you usually… … .”

“Usually, I spend all my own money on filming, so I’m a lot more nervous. You know, if you spend tens or hundreds of millions of yen on a set and staff, and then the model doesn’t follow along, how upset would you be? You’re just throwing money away.”

In comparison, today the photographer is working for money from ‘Fukuyo Hidaka’.

It’s not that he’s unprofessional because he’s less sharp, but it’s natural that he’s more toxic than usual.

That Yuhadan thing, in Seongpil’s eyes, was like severe torture.

“How about we do more?”

After about an hour or two of shooting, the photographer asked Tatsuya this.

Tatsuya checked his work and shook his head.

“I think this is enough.”

“Okay, I’ll take a 30-minute break. Is everyone okay?”

As soon as the break was declared, Jang Ha-yang sat down on a chair outside the studio, her legs shaking.

Seongpil fanned her diligently to cool her down while giving her water.

“Hayang, you’ve worked hard. It must have been very difficult for you, right?”

“No. It was fun. But it was different from the photo shoot sites I’ve been to.”

The Girls’ League has published interviews and pictorials in several Japanese magazines.

If you have a lot of experience on set, you will be in a lot of condition.

So today, Jang Ha-yang was quite confident. But the shoot didn’t go as she had hoped.

“I haven’t been pushed like this anywhere else. Maybe it’s because it’s a fashion company, but it’s different.”

“I know.”

Seongpil captured the heated atmosphere of the scene with his eyes.

Tatsuya, who was sitting at the table with his legs crossed and consulting with his teammates, as well as everyone else in the room, were on edge trying to achieve the best results.

As Jang Ha-yang said, it was qualitatively different from the scene he had experienced before.

“Ms. Soyou, we’re starting to film!”

After a 30-minute break, the studio was back on fire.

Jang Ha-yang and Seong Pil also approached Jin So-yu to watch her filming from closer.

“Phew.”

The photographer sighed deeply, as if he was still tired after resting for 30 minutes.

She wiped her forehead, which was covered in sweat from the heat of the lights, with her forearm and then deliberately raised her voice.

“Then let’s go. Po… … .”

Before anyone could even shout, “Start,” Jin So-yu struck a pose.

The photographer looked at Jin So-yu’s pose and pressed the camera shutter in silence for a while.

Jin So-yu kept changing her pose.

After about five minutes of silence, the photographer realized that he had never given any direction.

“Me, smile. Joy… … .”

Just by hearing those words, Jin So-yu knew exactly what the photographer wanted.

Jin So-yu looked like someone who had just finished playing at the beach and was coming up onto the sandy beach.

It felt good to feel the cool sea surrounding my whole body, and I also felt as if I was intoxicated by the languidness of the warm sunlight drying my body.

“… … .”

The photographer pressed the shutter silently.

‘You look like a veteran model.’

It seemed as if Jin So-yu had in mind the angle of the lighting, the range of the shadows, where the photographer’s eye was directed, the angle of the camera, and the image of herself distorted by the lens.

Is it calculated?

‘no.’

I didn’t think he was a photographer.

To calculate that, you would have to live as a pictorial model for years, even decades.

It is impossible for an idol who has only been active for two years to acquire that much know-how.

In other words, true ownership is following one’s intuition.

‘I know everything. How shadows fall on your body, how to make the body lines most distinct. I know everything.’

As if she had spent hours staring at the mirror every day, Jin So-yu seemed to be fully aware of the effects her body received from light and gaze.

That’s why, even without direction, you can bring out your own charm on camera like this.

‘Yes, the term ‘veteran model’ is exactly right.’

The state where experience leads to instinct.

Photography is a world where everything is decided with a single click of the shutter.

A pictorial model must achieve perfection in the split second of a shutter release.

An industry where even the smallest mistake is not tolerated. So naturally, everyone’s nerves become as cold as a sharp knife.

But in that cool atmosphere, there are models who only show perfection.

Veteran, or genius… … .

“end.”

The photographer put down his camera.

It was a declaration.

“It’s over.”

It was only 10 minutes into filming.

No staff raised any objections.

Atomu Irie, who was like an employer, was also convinced. Any further filming was pointless.

‘what.’

In the silence mixed with admiration, Seongpil’s silence was also included.

‘This quickly?’

It’s hard to believe.

Jin So-yu’s filming was completed in such a short period of time that it seemed like the two-hour pressuring of Jang Ha-yang was not just a prank.

Of course, Seongpil understands the reason.

Even to Seongpil, who doesn’t know much about photography, Jin So-yu’s flowing pose was amazing.

“This way.”

Now the shooting time is over.

Tatsuya and Atomu left the studio, each leading their own models and teams.

Seongpil quickly caught up with Tatsuya and asked.

“Where are you going?”

“My office. There’s more to do there.”

As Tatsuya headed to his office, he looked intently at the photo of Jang Ha-yang that he had just received from the photographer.

A huge door 1.5 times higher than a person’s height.

The secretary opened the door ahead of Tatsuya.

Seongpil had a hard time coming to his senses for a moment as the scenery of the office filled his field of vision.

‘big.’

I wonder if this is really a room for one person.

The only space that could be compared to Seongpil’s narrow knowledge was the presidential office that he had seen in the media.

On one side of the spacious space there is a long table, on the other side there is a spaciously arranged sofa, on another there is a shelf with dozens of different fabrics, and on another there is an indescribable number of objects.

“Okay, Haayang.”

Tatsuya sat down on the wooden table as if he was used to it, and massaged the palms of his hands with a tired look.

“Let me ask you first. Do you feel uncomfortable with men looking at your body?”

Jang Ha-yang glanced at the men in the designer team surrounding Tatsuya. Then he asked cautiously.

“To what extent… … .”

“In underwear. That’s what body models usually wear when they work. But I understand if you don’t accept it. Ha-ah isn’t a model.”

Not a model.

That was a given.

But Jang Ha-yang’s pride was secretly hurt.

I wouldn’t have felt it normally.

Maybe it was because I had just seen Jin So-yu’s amazing filming.

‘If this process affects the fashion show, I don’t want to create a shortage.’

I don’t want to create any shortcomings, but… … .

Jang Ha-yang glanced at Seong-pil and spoke quietly.

“It’s a bit… … for men to see.”

“You don’t have to be sorry. It’s natural.”

Tatsuya snapped his fingers and spoke to those around him.

“Sorry, but all men, please leave. Set up inside the makeshift curtain.”

The male designers left the room. Seongpil, who had been standing there blankly, followed them.

Before leaving, Seongpil looked Jang Hayang in the eye and mouthed the word ‘fighting’.

Jang Ha-yang just smiled awkwardly.

“excuse me…….”

Seongpil asked a question to one of the male designers who came together.

“Do you usually not care or anything about the presence of male designers?”

I heard that the people appearing at the opening ceremony are celebrities, that is, famous people.

Those who have appeared in Fukuyo Hidaka’s openings so far have probably experienced similar situations.

It might be embarrassing and uncomfortable to show your underwear to a stranger, but… … .

‘Because they’re all experts. Isn’t it similar to refusing to show your body to a doctor?’

Seongpil, who was not familiar with this culture, was worried that it might be rude to send a male designer away.

The designer said cheerfully to him.

“Of course I care! Especially celebrities. It’s not like Hayang is special.”

“Oh, I see.”

thank god.

Seongpil leaned his back against the hallway wall, feeling relieved.

As I was doing that, a strange excitement came over me. It wasn’t because Jang Ha-yang was in her underwear on the other side of this thin door.

‘Mr. Soyou was amazing.’

Seongpil had a lot of experience in photo shoots even before joining the Girls’ League.

Idols who enter the photographer’s angle often have difficulty striking a pose.

‘But Soyou was very natural.’

There was virtually no direction from the photographer.

Jin So-yu seemed to have completely seen through the images in the photographer’s head.

No, it goes beyond the photographer’s intention.

‘I guess she knows how to look her best… … .’

Thinking about Jin So-yu’s activities, I feel proud as a fan of Kaius.

But in proportion, disappointment and discomfort also gradually rise.

That feeling was something I felt as a producer of Girls’ League, not as a fan of Kaius.

‘Hayang can’t be Fukuyo Hidaka’s ambassador because Soyou is there.’

It’s not that Jang Ha-yang is inferior to Jin So-yu. It’s just that Jin So-yu became an ambassador first, so Jang Ha-yang has no chance.

‘Same nationality, same status as K-pop idols, and similar positions.’

Although their appearances are unique, the two overlap in many ways.

From Fukuyo Hidaka’s perspective, there is already Jin So-yu, so there is no reason to appoint Jang Ha-yang as an ambassador.

Because it would be a duplicate investment.

‘Still, Director Himura said that he might receive ambassador offers from other brands for this opening event.’

Seongpil took comfort in that and quietly waited for Jang Ha-yang to finish her work.

“Director Park, it’s going to be long. Why don’t you go somewhere and rest?”

“No. I’ll wait here.”

Seongpil held his position despite the designers’ advice. If possible, he wanted to greet her right away when she finished her work.

It’s a funny metaphor, but it’s like a dog welcoming its owner back home.

‘Maybe Hayang got intimidated after seeing Soyou’s filming.’

I don’t want to say that there is a difference in class.

However, the Girls’ League members tend to compare themselves excessively to Caius.

I feel like I want to do something for Jang Ha-yang, who might have been cowering.

‘I’d be happier if you waited for me while I was working, rather than resting while I was working.’

But even after an hour, there was no sign of anything coming out from inside.

Seongpil, who was wandering around the hallway, kicking the floor, decided that since he was already here, he might as well explore other places on the floor.

Seongpil walked around the hallway around Tatsuya’s office, not too far away.

‘… …Why did Soyou become the Fukuyo Hidaka Ambassador?’

And why among so many brands?

Jin So-yu answered, “Because I have Hayang.” What on earth does that mean?

‘Because Whitey is here, you want to disturb me?’

Does this mean that Jang Ha-yang might get the ambassador position, so they’re going to make it completely impossible for that to happen?

‘… … That’s ridiculous.’

When he heard that fact from Jin So-yu, Seong-pil forgot that he was a ‘youth’ and grew a little angry.

If she becomes the Fukuyo Hidaka Ambassador, it will become very difficult to select Jang Ha-yang as the ambassador, which Seongpil had hoped for.

‘I went to Gangnam with my friend, so I felt a sense of closeness because Hayang was there.’

… … Still, it’s a little annoying.

At the next KAIST fan signing event, I have to be a little, really rude to Jin So-yu.

The moment I thought that, I saw Jin So-yu walking from far down the hallway.

Seongpil flinched as if a thief had his own feet tickled.

‘Um, can I say hello first?’

The moment Seongpil slightly raised his hand.

Atomu’s designer team following behind Jinsoyu caught my eye.

They walked around Jin So-yu, taking pictures, writing things down in their notebooks, or just watching.

‘what are you doing?’

Is this a new type of bullying?

And as the distance grew closer, Sungpil could see what Jinsoyu was doing.

‘Walking.’

Jin So-yu walks against the backdrop of the spacious Fukuyo Hidaka building.

As if this place was on a runway.

Jin So-yu was wearing, to put it bluntly, rags, made of cloth of various colors and shapes sewn together with pins. Because of this, what looked like underwear could be seen here and there through the gaps in the cloth.

This is a method where designers can get an idea of ​​the approximate shape and color of the finished product by simply attaching pieces of fabric before creating the original version of the garment.

‘how…….’

But how can one shine so confidently while wearing such rags?

There was no hesitation in Jin So-yu’s steps.

There was no fear.

The only thing that overflows is joy.

Her very existence expressed the joy of life.

Again.

The tips of her transparent high heels struck the floor briskly, shooting out a dizzying mix of lights.

A light as strong and bold as its owner.

As Jinsoyu approached, she grew bigger.

It wasn’t a problem where nearby objects appeared larger depending on the perspective.

Jin So-yu’s presence made her huge.

‘It’s like a stage.’

Seongpil even felt like he was at a concert.

Although the idols must have looked smaller than cotton swabs because they were in the back row, their presence on stage was so clear that it felt like they were right in front of them.

Again.

At the same time as the refreshing sound of high heels, Sungpil was finally consumed by Jin Soyu’s momentum.

It feels like she’s right in front of his nose.

“Director Park Seong-pil.”

Now that I look at it, it was really right in front of my nose.

Behind Jin So-yu, when she stopped walking, there were designers looking at Sung-pil, wondering what was going on.

They too were so distracted by Jin So-yu that they barely noticed Seong-pil blocking the hallway.

“You’re staring at me so intently. Are you trying to block me with your gaze?”

“iced coffee…….”

Seongpil nodded belatedly and stepped back from the road. However, instead of continuing to walk, Jin Soyu turned her body towards Seongpil.

“How was it?”

“note…….”

Seongpil examined the rags Jinsoyu was wearing.

Since it was held in place with pins and maintained the shape of the clothes, I could imagine what it would look like.

This is probably the costume Atomu wanted to make.

“I don’t know much about high fashion, but I think it’s a nice outfit. It suits you.”

“You don’t want to compliment the clothes, do you?”

Jin So-yu said with confidence.

And then, as if telling him to hurry up and say what he was going to say, he stared at Seongpil with deep eyes that seemed like they were going to suck him in.

Seongpil answered without any will to resist.

“It was the best walking I’ve ever seen.”

“Director Park… … ?”

Seongpil looked back in surprise.

Jang Ha-yang was there, having finished his work.

Her eyes moved busily between Seongpil and Jinsoyu, and with each movement, her mind filled with deep thought.

“Hayang, did you hear that?”

Jin So-yu smiled leisurely as if she was dealing with a little boy running towards her.

“I…….”

“It wasn’t as good as Hayang though!”

“… … ?”

Seongpil closed his eyes tightly to clear his hesitation, then smiled faintly.

They say friends look alike, and his smile was eerily similar to Rika’s confident smile.

“I now realize for sure. The name of the best is… … .”

Seongpil pointed at Jang Ha-yang with exaggerated gestures like an actor on stage.

“It only suits Hayang.”

Jin So-yu’s once relaxed face turned into absurdity.

Seongpil declared with his eyes wide open.

“Even on the runway, Ha-yang will shine much brighter!”

Park Sung-pil leaves ‘Youth’.

Everyone at Caius, it’s been fun so far…