Producer with no Regrets - Chapter 322



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Episode 322

After finishing looking at the clothes, Tatsuya looked noticeably tired.

“Tatsuya, are you okay?”

Tatsuya was startled and took a few steps back.

“What, what? Why are you calling my name… … ?”

“Name? Oh, sorry. In Korea, it’s common to just call someone by their first name.”

“……okay.”

Tatsuya looked intently at the high heels of Fukuyo Hidaka arranged on the shelf.

“It’s okay. I’m just a little tired. After the fashion show, I’ll get a checkup, start exercising again, and enjoy my free time. I do this every year.”

“That’s because you look so tired.”

“If a young person wants to be in a high position, he or she has to work hard.”

Tatsuya picked up a pair of high heels and stared at it blankly.

“Just like how you have to stand on high heels like a mountain peak to gain beauty. You trade places for pain. But thanks to you, it’s a little better.”

“Me?”

“I lost all my sleep because you called me ‘Tatsuya.’”

She smiled at Seongpil and gestured to Jang Ha-yang. Then she put on high heels for her.

“I don’t like what Atomu said, but heels under 15cm aren’t heels. Okay, that’s enough.”

Jang Ha-yang’s height increased by more than 15 cm, so she easily surpassed Seong-pil.

“Is it worth standing?”

“Yes, yes. It takes some getting used to.”

“It’s a tool to squeeze out beauty. Don’t use it for long. After a few years, your spine will be crooked. Use it only when you really need it. When you want to stand out or when you go to meet a guy you like. The fashion show is the former. Go for it.”

Jang Ha-yang took a few steps.

Jang Ha-yang, who at first moved unsteadily, was able to walk naturally at some point.

“Nice. It’s like you were born wearing heels.”

“… … Really?”

“It’s a bit exaggerated, but it’s okay.”

It’s okay.

Jang Ha-yang’s determination hardened at Tatsuya’s words. She clenched her fists against her chest to strengthen her will.

“Hat is having trouble deciding. Should I give it more volume or let it go down? I’m not sure.”

“Designer.”

“hmm.”

Tatsuya’s languid eyes were filled with irritation and fatigue caused by physiological pain.

I’ve thought about it since long ago, but there was something strange about the way Tatsuya looked at Jang Ha-yang.

It seemed like he was looking at something other than Jang Ha-yang.

‘It’s probably Director Park.’

Tatsuya sees not the work of art, but the artist within it.

I’m looking at the producer, not the idol.

In extreme cases, Tatsuya is not even talking to Zhang Haoyang when he speaks to her.

Tatsuya talks to Seongpil, who resides inside Jang Ha-yang’s chest.

Towards such a Tatsuya, Jang Ha-yang spoke boldly.

“Can you please look at my walking and posing? I keep practicing, but I can’t get the hang of it on my own.”

The artwork expressed its will.

Tatsuya answered blandly.

“I’m going to watch it until I’m sick of it during the run-through rehearsal.”

I will literally just look at it.

In particular, it won’t require any detailed attention to detail or modifications like a real model.

Not only is Jang Ha-yang not capable of keeping up with Tatsuya’s level, but it’s also not something that’s necessary.

“Even a little bit is fine. Even a little bit of advice is fine. So… … .”

Seongpil looked at Tatsuya and Jang Hayang anxiously. He had been in this situation for quite some time, so he knew how things would turn out.

‘It’s not a bad thing to say it, but Mahara-san won’t take it well.’

When Success Entertainment was small, Seongpil went around selling his products to meet famous composers.

Please just give them a look at our kids.

I like just the pictures.

Just once.

And then decide.

I’ve made that request countless times, and it sounded like I was whining to them.

‘It’s a one-time favor for me, but they ask me for it several times a day. Maybe dozens of times.’

Of course, you can’t listen to that kind of thing endlessly. In the past, it might have been accepted as a favor, but as your status rises, you can’t do that.

Because once you accept it, you have to keep listening.

It’s tiring work.

That’s why famous people build barriers in their hearts. No matter how simple the request is, they won’t do it unless it’s something they’ve already decided to do.

“Hmm.”

Tatsuya was like that too.

She answered Jang Ha-yang’s request in a tone of disgust. She was careful not to hurt Jang Ha-yang, but it was difficult not to read the irritation in her voice.

“I don’t have time.”

“Even for one minute… … .”

“Haayang. My schedule is split into minutes. There are limits to our meetings. I clearly told you that I would let you have a look during the run-through rehearsal.”

“10 seconds.”

Tatsuya said with a sigh.

“It’s good that you have a lot of motivation, and I understand that you want to do well in the fashion show, but I feel a little bit like that. Why do you do this?”

“I want to shine brighter than my older sister Soyou.”

“Ownership, ah. That human.”

“Yes. In a way, Soyou is also the designer’s counterpart… … .”

“Yeah, so what if I beat that guy and eat him?”

Jang Ha-yang was speechless.

It seemed like a timer appeared on Tatsuya’s face. She didn’t even seem to want to give him a few seconds to think about his answer.

So Jang Ha-yang answered instinctively.

“To get recognition from Director Park… … .”

Tatsuya’s eyebrows furrowed slightly.

‘The attitude is a model, but the mentality is not a model. That’s the worst answer. Well, what can I do?’

Because it’s a work of art.

Tatsuya leaned his butt against the edge of the desk and nodded.

It’s a sign that says, ‘Try it.’

‘Hayang-ah.’

Seongpil was extremely anxious.

Tatsuya was obviously not pleased with it.

For most people, mood becomes personality.

Snow White is kind and gentle by nature, but when she wakes up in the middle of her sleep, she becomes a very sharp person.

‘Even if I watch Hayang walk, I don’t think I’ll ever hear anything good about it… … .’

Jang Ha-yang took a dozen steps back, then turned around and approached Tatsuya.

Having taken intensive classes from Haruki, who was a famous model back in the day, Jang Ha-yang had the basics down.

Also, perhaps because of the clothes and Jang Ha-yang’s own aura, there was a refreshing feeling of flowers blooming with every step.

But at the same time, the majesty of nature that the clothes were meant to express has disappeared.

The sea has disappeared.

Still, Jang Ha-yang is lacking as a model.

“That’s the end.”

Jang Ha-yang stopped in front of Tatsuya.

She and Seongpil swallowed at the same time.

Tatsuya still looked at Jang Ha-yang with languid eyes and spoke to Seong-pil.

“Hey, can you step out for a moment?”

“Huh? Uh, why?”

“I have something to say to you, Hayang.”

“If you have anything to say… … .”

“I can’t do it when you’re around.”

“Tatsuya-san, I’m sorry for taking up your precious time. But Hayan… … .”

“Haayang, I’m going to teach you what you want so badly. You want to defeat the human being? Tell me.”

Tatsuya extended his index and middle fingers.

“Two reasons why I can’t win.”

Seongpil flinched.

Because Tatsuya’s words seemed to indicate that he was certain that Jang Ha-yang would not be able to outshine Jin So-yu.

“Sir, I’m sorry, but please step aside.”

“Hayang… … .”

“I want to hear it.”

“… … .”

Seongpil’s feet creaked back and forth, then he stepped back weakly.

Inside the room he had left, Tatsuya was still spreading his fingers.

“Please tell me two reasons why you can’t win.”

Tatsuya extended his ring finger and little finger further.

“Tell me more. Two ways to win.”

“… … !”

Tatsuya lifted his buttocks off the edge of the desk and squatted down in front of Jang Ha-yang. He then rubbed the tops of her feet with his hands.

“How much did you practice?”

“More than six hours a day.”

“Purely?”

“yes.”

“Like an idiot.”

Tatsuya let out a deep sigh.

“There is no fool like this. This is probably the first time. A person has practiced like this for a fashion show opening ceremony.”

The extension phone in the office rang.

When Tatsuya received it, the secretary informed him that the next schedule was in 10 minutes.

“Cancel all your schedules for today.”

[I can do everything else, but I can’t do the full meeting after 2 hours.]

“sun.”

[… … The general designer is present.]

The general designer, Fukuyo Hidaka herself, is coming.

Tatsuya spoke with excitement that he couldn’t hide, while twisting the phone line.

“Something more fun has happened.”

About five seconds later, the secretary’s deep sigh came over the phone.

[Okay, I don’t know.]

The next chief designer for ‘Fukuyo Hidaka’ will be selected soon.

It’s time to look better than usual for Fukuyo Hidaka, one of the group’s owners.

You must not let it out of your sight even for a moment.

[I think it was accompanied by deep thought and judgment.]

“Okay, tell me.”

Tatsuya, who had skipped the important meeting, turned to Jang Ha-yang again.

“Haayang, are you an idol?”

“yes.”

“Why do you become an idol?”

“… … .”

“For Seongpil?”

Jang Ha-yang nodded with a sincerity that she had been hiding for a long time.

“All the criteria are for him. Not for yourself.”

“I am…….”

“Even the smallest of schedules are done to get the producer’s approval. That’s the most important thing. I don’t need the approval of others. Is that all?”

If I agree with this, what kind of person will Jang Ha-yang be? I was worried about that, but it was a question that looked into Jang Ha-yang’s bottom from start to finish.

When there was no answer, Tatsuya moved on to the next question.

“Have you ever seen another person’s naked body?”

Jang Ha-yang, who was ready to answer any question, was speechless.

“I asked a pointless question. Of course there would be something.”

There isn’t any… … .

“But that’s not what I’m asking. Have you ever had the experience of staring at someone else’s naked body, not your lover’s body or the bodies of your parents when you were young?”

“……no.”

“I guess so.”

Tatsuya started taking off his clothes.

“… … !”

“Clothes are meant to hide human weaknesses and suppress shame.”

Tatsuya took off his entire top, and unlike usual, he reached for the hook on the front.

“Why should I feel ashamed?”

As my fingers flicked the hook, the bra simply fell to the floor.

Jang Ha-yang turned his head.

“That’s because, in your opinion, it’s not ideal. You even want to turn your eyes away from it.”

Tatsuya took off his pants.

“I don’t want to show that body to others. That’s why I cover it up with clothes.”

The sound of the thin cloth sliding down Tatsuya’s legs and hitting the floor reached Jang Ha-yang’s ears, who was avoiding eye contact.

“But surprisingly, people have a hard time judging beauty when they see someone else’s naked body in person. Look, Haayang.”

“… … .”

“Turn your head.”

Jang Ha-yang barely managed to direct her gaze straight ahead, and looked at Tatsuya’s naked body with wavering focus.

How many seconds did that last?

Jang Ha-yang turned her head again, letting out a harsh breath that she had been holding without realizing it.

“The reason I can’t judge the beauty is because I’m overwhelmed. There’s power in the naked body that’s desperately hidden with makeup and clothes. There’s nothing that reveals a human being as well as the body. Much more so than the mind that can be veiled with lies.”

Tatsuya approached right in front of Jang Ha-yang.

“Hey, look.”

“… … .”

“The difference between a model who has experience looking at humans and one who hasn’t is like heaven and earth. And above all… … .”

Tatsuya put his hand on Jang Ha-yang’s collar. Jang Ha-yang flinched and stepped back.

But Tatsuya didn’t take his hand away.

“A model that has not observed its own body in detail cannot even compare itself with a model that has.”

“… … .”

Jang Ha-yang relaxed her body and closed her eyes.

The feeling of Tatsuya’s hands and body escaping from the clothes completely enveloped Jang Ha-yang’s head.

As Tatsuya moved his hand a few times, Zhang Haoyang quickly felt a chill.

The body is exposed to the air as it is.

“Haayang, open your eyes.”

Ugh.

Jang Ha-yang opened her eyes.

And what he saw was his naked body, illuminated by bright lights.

A naked body, not covered by anything.

Tatsuya ran his index finger over Zhang Haoyang’s collarbone. Then he touched the shadow on his collarbone.

“When I was a freshman in college, there was a nude croquis class. Designers need to know the human body well. There are things you can’t learn from books. A male model was coming. My friends and I were excited. We thought it would be a good show. But once we actually got into the class, we couldn’t do that.”

Tatsuya was overwhelmed by the naked human body.

It was a completely different appearance from my lover’s body.

Just by being unable to touch it, just by having to look at it closely, the human body radiated an aura that was unapproachable.

“I ran away during class. I came out into the hallway and cried. I wasn’t the only one.”

Promising students chose to run away without even setting eyes on one body.

Tatsuya’s hand ran down Zhang Haoyang’s body, reaching her belly button and pelvis.

Jang Ha-yang trembled slightly.

“Is there anything more beautiful than the human body? It is impossible to understand why humans are made this way. Nevertheless, the perfect structure and the beautiful engravings and reliefs stand out. If humans are creations, then the creator is more than qualified to be called a god simply for creating humans.”

Man turns away from such creations, from his own body, until he dies.

All we do is glance at the mirror and think, ‘I’m okay.’ Most people die without ever taking a closer look.

“Haayang, don’t turn away.”

Jang Ha-yang’s face reflected in the mirror was so red that it seemed like it was going to explode.

It was the first time I had seen my naked body under such strong lighting.

I was so embarrassed that if Tatsuya hadn’t been there, I would have turned away from the mirror right away.

“Look closely. Every wrinkle engraved in the elbow joint, the shadows cast down the prominent bones, how deep the waist is, how far the hips stick out. If there are curves, how they flow. It’s all engraved in the eye.”

Tatsuya pushed Zhang Haoyang right in front of the mirror.

“Do something you’ve never done before. How are bones attached, how do joints move, how do bends unfold, where are the negative and positive angles? Don’t just draw it out in your head, but look at your true record.”

Jang Ha-yang was breathing heavily.

Facing her own body was much more difficult than seeing Tatsuya’s naked body.

“Accurately recognizing your own body. That’s the first condition for a model. And here, 99.9% of people drop out. The only ones who make it to the 0.1% are those who have truly faced themselves.”

This is the first reason why Jang Ha-yang loses to Jin So-yu, and the first way he wins.

“Accepting the naked body without clothes. The experience of facing oneself for the first time in one’s life.”

Sweat ran down Jang Ha-yang’s jawline.

Six minutes of being honest with yourself is much harder than six hours of walking.

“What do you think, do you realize anything?”

Jang Ha-yang swallowed dry saliva and answered with emotion.

“Yes, I understand.”

How did Jin So-yu become such a perfect subject during filming?

Jin So-yu was a model and a photographer.

He was both a work of art and an artist.

She understands herself perfectly.

“I understand why I am inferior to my older sister Soyou.”

“good.”

Tatsuya went into a room and brought out a shawl that covered his entire body and a thick hat that was not suitable for summer.

In his other hand he also had sunglasses and a mask.

Tatsuya handed it over to Zhang Haoyang.

“Let’s go see the second reason and method. Let’s wrap it up and go so that we don’t get caught.”

“Hey, isn’t this what you’re doing here?”

Now, if you want to face yourself, you might as well hold an exhibition on the street?

Jang Ha-yang gained enlightenment, but at the same time, he became afraid of the artist named Tatsuya.

“I can’t show you here.”

“Then where to… … .”

“My workplace.”

“… … A club?”

Tatsuya waved his index finger.

The bird tattoo on her finger seemed to be flying around.

“It’s not just a club. It’s a fashion club.”

* * *

Seongpil constantly observed the dark hallway from all sides. He had already checked several times that there was no one there, but he couldn’t help but feel worried.

In front of him was Jang Ha-yang, wrapped in a shawl and hat, looking like someone even Seong-pil would pass by without knowing who he was if he ran into him on the street.

“Seongpil, don’t worry. I did all the design and interior design here.”

Tatsuya, who was at the forefront, said.

“Did you study architecture?”

“It was decided after talking with the architect for several months.”

“really…….”

“I told you it’s okay.”

Tatsuya opened the door at the end of the long hallway.

There was room for a few people to fit along the protruding railing on the third floor wall, like the VIP seating in an opera house.

Below, clubgoers could be seen dancing to loud music.

Seongpil asked in surprise.

“Why did you make a place like this?”

“It’s a first-class seat.”

“For what… … .”

“Fashion show.”

As soon as Tatsuya spoke, a loud shout from the MC next to the DJ spread.

[Noble evening wear!]

A woman walked up onto the silver stage that jutted out in front and center of the DJ stand.

When they saw him, Seongpil and Jang Hayang’s eyes widened and the other guests let out thunderous cheers.

The woman was wearing an aristocratic dress that looked like something out of a modern European period drama.

“There are events like this that take place on certain days of the week for one or two hours. The best dresser gets a free room voucher and expensive alcohol as a prize.”

“Is that clothing sponsored or provided separately here?”

“No. I brought it myself. It’s fashionable.”

A woman dressed as an aristocrat came prepared with a fan and acted coquettishly while covering her nose.

[Madam, how did you come all the way from France to Japan? Oh, it looks like you’ve come to the filming set of the drama Versailles!]

The MC gave additional explanations every time the woman posed. Cheers naturally followed suit.

And the woman who went up on stage looked really happy.

“Haayang, what does that person look like?”

“… … You look happy.”

“Why is that so?”

“… …Because these are clothes that express who you are, the way you want to be?”

“that’s right.”

Fashion is a means to express one’s self more clearly than anything else, to reveal oneself.

Those who stand on stage achieve their own hopes, dreams, and selves through fashion.

“Become your true self.”

That’s what fashion is.

‘Fashion is confidence in yourself.’

Paul Smith.

‘Clothes are a subconscious language that tells you how you want to be perceived.’

Ralph Lauren.

‘Fashion is not a label or a brand. It’s something that comes from within yourself.’

And so, many designers have defined fashion as ‘self’.

You don’t wear it just because you have to.

[Here’s high fashion streetwear Harlem style!]

A young man came up onto the stage, wrapped in a bulky garment.

He took a rough stance, spread his fingers in all directions, and glared at his surroundings fiercely.

[The New York debaucher has appeared, everyone! Run quickly! There might be a gun in his pocket!]

“… … But, isn’t that a costume?”

Aren’t they clothes you wear not to be yourself, but to become something you are not?

Tatsuya chuckled at that question.

“You decide who you are. Your identity is something you declare, not something that someone else defines. Of course, it would be difficult to say, ‘I am Godzilla who must eat nuclear waste.’ Whether or not that is acknowledged is a matter of politics.”

“… … .”

“Hey, that guy over there, the guy the MC introduced earlier who had a weird name for high-fashion streetwear Harlem style. That guy’s a Softbank fund manager.”

I am an employee of an investment firm that manages over 100 trillion dollars worldwide.

“I’ve only studied my whole life, and I’ve lived a boring life, like being the main character in a morning drama. He asked me. I want to change.”

So Tatsuya introduced him to the design houses of Under Designers and aroused his passion.

“Look at that guy, he’s lying on the stage now, blowing shit. Does he look happy?”

“yes.”

“Have you prepared?”

“no.”

“Can Hayang show something like that at a fashion show?”

Jang Ha-yang paused, then slightly opened the shawl wrapped around her body.

“If you practice… … .”

“For practice? Don’t joke around.”

There is no way I could recreate that man’s joy of life through practice.

“Even if you practice and practice, it’s all about being prepared. Haayang, isn’t freestyle rapping amazing? Doing it on the spot.”

It’s more vivid because it’s improvised.

Feel life itself, not a prepared creation.

“If the movements that have been perfected through practice feel like improvisation, then that is the best position a performer can reach. If he can reveal not a practiced life, but a wild and raw life that pulses like crazy. Like that… … .”

Tatsuya pointed down.

A Softbank fund manager smiling on stage as if he has everything in the world.

“If only I could show my life like that guy, it would be natural for anyone to be captivated.”

Jang Ha-yang had been staring blankly at the stage since a while ago. Everyone on stage was filled with joy.

“How can I do it?”

“When you stand on the catwalk, stand for yourself.”

Tatsuya glanced at Seongpil.

“For yourself.”

“but…….”

“It’s nothing. Enjoy it. Like you can’t stand it because it’s so much fun.”

The moment he heard those words, Jin So-yu came to Seong-pil’s mind.

Jin So-yu said that showing off beauty is her instinct. She is happy because she follows her instinct.

So, the joy of life and the aura that cannot be captured can be felt through walking and posing.

“It’s okay to let go of everything once in a while.”

“… … .”

Jang Ha-yang lowered her head and carefully turned her head back to look at Seong-pil.

Enjoy, la… … .

Could Jang Ha-yang himself do that?

‘The reason I became an idol was because of Director Park.’

All standards in the world are Sungpil’s.

But is it possible to be indifferent to that and enjoy it? The only thing Jang Ha-yang enjoys is Sung-pil’s recognition and praise.

“This is the second reason I’m going to teach you, and the second way. I wanted to show you that.”

The three looked down again.

A SoftBank employee who was named best dresser cheered while holding a cheap metal trophy.

As if the high-risk stocks you invested in a long time ago are hitting their daily upper limits. As if you’ve already been promoted.

With just one cheap trophy, he had the world.

“Hayang, I think what Mahara said is right. Enjoy the runway. Just be yourself.”

Seongpil encouraged Jang Hayang.

Ironically, it wasn’t encouragement.

Sungpil has never once said, “Have fun” before a stage for which he was not fully prepared.

That revealed Seongpil’s attitude.

‘The runway isn’t important. It doesn’t have much of an impact on idol work. So, it means you can enjoy it… … .’

A stage that is not expected from Seongpil.

In a place where there is no fuel that Jang Ha-yang used as her driving force, is it possible for her to enjoy herself?

As an idol, I’ve lived my entire life only for Sungpil.

Honestly, I feel weak at Seongpil’s words.

but.

“Yes, I will enjoy it.”

Jang Ha-yang smiled as usual.

Tatsuya’s advice had some resonating parts, but he still hoped that Seongpil would look forward to it.

Because if Sungpil expects me, I can do anything. That’s why I practiced walking and posing until I bled.

‘But what is it?’

As soon as he realized that there were no expectations from Seongpil, something welled up in his empty heart.

It was in human form.

As soon as he clearly recognized the shape, Jang Ha-yang was a little surprised.

‘Sister Soyou?’

Jang Ha-yang doesn’t know why she comes to mind.

* * *

Jin So-yu greeted breakfast at the hotel.

I’ve been living here for quite some time now, and it feels like home.

Although it was difficult for Jin So-yu to understand the feeling of ‘feeling like home’ in the first place, it was certain that she had become comfortable here.

“after.”

As soon as Jin So-yu opened her eyes, she raised her upper body.

Even the most diligent person would roll around in bed for a few seconds. But Jin So-yu had no such hesitation.

Jin So-yu kicked off the blanket and went out of bed. Then she stood in front of the full-length mirror.

She was naked, not wearing a single thread.

“hmm.”

Jin So-yu looked at herself in the mirror for a while in a morning daze.

The gaze that had been just casually scanning her soon began to lick every corner of her body.

I tried to feel the skin on my stomach, and raised my arms to examine the outline of the shadows that changed depending on the angle of the light.

“It’s pretty.”

It’s pretty, but somehow it doesn’t feel like my body.

Jin So-yu wakes up every morning and looks at herself in the mirror for dozens of minutes.

When I first started living with the members of KAIST, they all looked at me like I was some crazy bitch, but they don’t treat me like that anymore.

It’s not a habit that can be fixed because of someone else’s gaze.

‘Is this my body?’

This habit has lasted for over ten years.

And every morning when I look at my body, it feels new and wonderful.

A single wrinkle carved into the joint, a collarbone line smoothly extending outward, and a pelvic bone positioned like the peak of a gently rising waistline.

There is nothing new.

‘My body… … that’s right.’

If you stay in that state for several dozen minutes, the awkward feeling will disappear and a moment will come when your mind and body become one.

Only then do you realize that you own your own body.

No, you realize that your body itself is you.

“It’s beautiful.”

After praising herself in the mirror, Jin So-yu struck a pose that she thought was the most beautiful.

A line that starts from the slightly raised and exposed armpit, continues along the gently curved waist, and ends smoothly at the buttocks and thighs.

This line is the pinnacle of beauty that has never been shown to anyone, but at the same time, it is certain that it will elicit admiration from everyone.

“Beautiful, haa.”

Jin So-yu let out a languid sigh and stretched. She brought a can of coffee and sat on a chair in front of a full-length mirror, crossing her legs.

He held out his coffee towards the mirror as if toasting it.

“Please take care of me today too.”

Jin So-yu greeted her friend.

I spent a warm morning with a friend who knows me better than anyone in this world.

As I was sipping my cold coffee and looking at my friend, a person who wasn’t my friend appeared there.

It was Jang Ha-yang.

Jin So-yu narrowed her eyebrows as she saw Jang Ha-yang in the mirror.

“It’s difficult… … .”

It’s difficult to go this deep in.

‘The name ‘Best’ only suits Hayang!’

And then a strange man appeared.

No, it wasn’t a strange man, it was Seongpil.

He wandered around Jang Ha-yang, who was dizzy in the mirror, as if he was cheering. And he continued to praise Jang Ha-yang.

‘It only suits Hayang!’

Jin So-yu smiled wryly.

“I agree. Hayang is the best.”

Seongpil’s face in the mirror brightened up. He shouted with more confidence.

‘Even if it’s on the runway!’

Jin So-yu poured coffee on his face.

An opaque liquid flowed down the mirror.

“But you shouldn’t say that after seeing me. I know it’s a lie, but I don’t want to hear it.”

As Coffee glanced at the mirror, Jin So-yu’s old friend took up residence inside it again.

The face of her old friend held a strange emotion for some reason. Jin So-yu spoke to comfort her friend.

“Yeah, you’re the best.”

The person who should be loved the most in this world.

No one deserves more love from Jinsoyou.

Jin So-yu enjoyed her morning coffee time again. She sipped her coffee and muttered to herself.

“It’s tomorrow.”

tomorrow…….

* * *

‘Fukuyo Hidaka’ F/W season fashion show, same day.

The entrance to the Fukuyo Hidaka headquarters was packed with dozens of reporters and hundreds or thousands of people who came to see the celebrities.

A black sedan stopped at the end of the red carpet that led to the entrance.

There, Seongpil, dressed in a suit, got out first. He then extended his hand toward the door through which he had come out.

“White!”

“It’s white!”

“Look this way!”

Jang Ha-yang, dressed in an idolish outfit, lightly held Seong-pil’s hand and came out of the car.

Jang Ha-yang’s heels stepped on the red carpet. And when she turned her gaze straight ahead from the floor… … .

‘This is today’s stage.’

The center of Tokyo Fashion Week, where the world’s attention is focused.

The headquarters of Japan’s fashion empire, ‘Fukuyo Hidaka’.

‘My… … battlefield.’

Jang Ha-yang took a step towards the battlefield.

With the cheers of ‘Ha-yang’ pouring in from all directions, the idol scattered his aura.