Producer with no Regrets - Chapter 324



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Episode 324

Jang Ha-yang once watched videos of supermodels walking with model instructor Haruki.

Honestly, I couldn’t tell what was different about their walk from that of regular models.

Haruki said to him.

‘You won’t know unless you see it for yourself.’

Jang Ha-yang was convinced.

Watching an idol’s performance on video is clearly different from watching it in person.

The sense of presence cannot be conveyed through video.

And now, Jang Ha-yang felt an aura that could only be felt from a supermodel.

With Jinsoyu’s walking.

‘How can a person… … .’

Jin So-yu was the embodiment of confidence.

Her strong ego was stronger than the cheers of thousands of people.

Humans are animals that are afraid of being convinced alone. They need the approval and agreement of at least one person to strengthen their own subjectivity.

That’s why humans become blind when they become a crowd.

‘But Soyou doesn’t have that.’

You can be perfect on your own.

It is an individual and a crowd.

A self that is not hurt by anything radiates strong confidence and aura with every step.

Suddenly, I remembered what Baek Seol-ha had said.

‘I saw it on iTube, but when it comes to dating, there’s nothing sexier than confidence.’

I also thought that Baek Seol-ha was fooled by the dating iTube channel, but now I understand what she meant.

Confidence is not a state of mind, it is a kind of beauty.

Jin So-yu proved it.

“You can leave right away when Mr. Soyou takes his turn.”

The stage manager spoke in a nervous tone.

Jang Ha-yang swallowed dry saliva.

Jin So-yu peaked at the end of the runway and turned around.

And just then, just then, Jang Ha-yang discovered Seong-pil. She discovered him looking at Jin So-yu as if possessed.

“now.”

Jang Ha-yang went out onto the runway without even having time to collect her thoughts.

Just as if taking off a coat that had been tightly wrapped in winter, Jang Ha-yang moved from the warm darkness to the cold halo of light.

The lights on the runway poured down.

‘ah.’

Jinsoyu is coming this way.

You’ll understand it better when you see it from the front.

‘I can’t do that.’

Jang Ha-yang to the end of the runway.

Jin So-yu heads backstage.

The moment when two people intersect is approaching.

The closer Jang Ha-yang got to Jin So-yu, the more overwhelmed he became and he began to shrink back.

It’s to the point where I can’t even straighten my shoulders. It’s like a small animal curling up to avoid being noticed by a large animal.

‘Director Park will know too. If I were right next to you, I would be compared. I… … .’

I…….

I.

… … Why do I care so much about Jinsoyu?

‘Why did you provoke my sister backstage?’

I’ve heard it countless times from Seongpil.

The runway is not a stadium.

This isn’t a fight or anything.

So, enjoy it.

‘But why do I feel like I have to keep winning?’

Is this a music show comeback stage?

Are the results reflected in album sales?

Are awards given based on broadcast score tally?

It’s nothing.

That’s why I told Seongpil to enjoy it too.

‘Something that Director Park didn’t expect… … .’

* * *

“Are you enjoying it?”

Tatsuya came over and sat down in the empty seat next to Seongpil.

“Oh, you don’t have to be backstage?”

“Our team will take care of it. It would be a shame if you didn’t enjoy the show I put my heart and soul into. So, what do you think?”

“Soyou just came out.”

Jin So-yu walked confidently in front of Seongpil.

Seongpil and Tatsuya opened their mouths on their own.

“I’m not interested in idols, but I really want to see that person dance and sing.”

“Chaos’ debut song was ‘Chaos’ and their follow-up song was ‘Gaia’, but I personally like the ‘Chaos’ performance… … .”

“I’ll look it up later.”

Ignoring the gloomy Seongpil, Tatsuya looked at Jang Hayang at the exit of the runway.

Even though it was shrouded in darkness backstage, Jang Ha-yang was clearly visible as he looked nervous.

“How many models are there?”

“Over 60 people.”

“It will take quite some time.”

Jin So-yu walked to the end of the runway and turned back. At the same time, Jang Ha-yang walked onto the runway.

Tatsuya swallowed as he looked at it.

“I guess my advice didn’t have much effect.”

“Well, it looks fine to me.”

“It would have been much better if it had worked.”

Seongpil understood what Tatsuya said.

As a designer, Tatsuya must have a special aesthetic eye for models.

It’s like Sungpil has a different perspective on idols.

“I still don’t have confidence in my body and I don’t have the mindset to enjoy being on stage.”

“Can you see that?”

“I can’t see it.”

Seongpil smiled brightly.

Tatsuya asked with a puzzled look.

“Why are you laughing?”

“Do you see it like that?”

Tatsuya shifted his gaze from Seongpil to Jang Hayang. Then he swallowed his breath.

I only looked away for a few seconds, but Jang Ha-yang had changed noticeably.

“Yeah, like that… … .”

* * *

Seongpil’s dream, and therefore Jang Ha-yang’s dream.

Why does Jang Ha-yang care so much about something that has nothing to do with it?

5m.

The distance between Jin So-yu and Jang Ha-yang.

At that point, Jang Ha-yang saw Jin So-yu’s face. An expression full of arrogance, confidence, and compassion for Jang Ha-yang.

When Jang Ha-yang saw it, he felt blood rushing to his head.

‘… … Yeah, I want to win. That’s why I care.’

Because he is a member of KAIST, which Sungpil is very interested in.

Because it’s a group that you have to surpass to become the best idol.

It wasn’t like that.

‘I hate my older sister Soyou.’

From the moment she asked her outright, “Are you a victim of domestic violence?”, Jang Ha-yang disliked her.

I didn’t even get an apology.

You said you comforted Jang Ha-yang after seeing her family history on Twitter? So what?

‘Always arrogant, doesn’t care about other people, comes at me without permission, and says all kinds of rude things.’

So, Jang Ha-yang wants to beat Jin So-yu.

I want to break her nose.

A personal animosity that transcended all rational reasons. That was why Jang Ha-yang practiced for the fashion show as if she was risking her life.

‘I don’t want to lose. Even here.’

Jin So-yu and Jang Ha-yang crossed paths.

Jin So-yu went back, and Jang Ha-yang went forward.

And all the lights that had been suppressing Jang Ha-yang were blown away.

Her momentum radiated in all directions.

‘This is where my talents were recognized… … no.’

In a space where one’s own talents are recognized, one especially does not want to lose.

For the first time, I realized that I had some talent.

I was happy.

So I don’t want to lose to anyone.

‘Now I understand Seol-ha and Ara.’

Snow White felt a sense of pride when she saw Erica.

Joara, who faced Ginger and felt defeated.

Jang Ha-yang looked at them and simply thought, “If it’s not enough, why don’t they just practice?”

‘No. No one wants to lose in something they are good at and love.’

What Jang Ha-yang is good at.

Jang Ha-yang’s favorite thing to do.

‘Why did I become an idol?’

Because Seongpil recommended it.

‘Why do you continue to be an idol?’

Because Seongpil wants it.

‘Then, if Director Park disappears, will I quit being an idol?’

Before making her Japanese debut at Budokan, Jang Ha-yang was not in her right mind due to worry about Sung-pil’s critical condition.

He said that he couldn’t go on stage because his head was full of thoughts.

I wanted to quit being an idol and stay by Sungpil’s side.

‘No, I would have gone up on stage.’

And he will continue to go on stage even if Sungpil doesn’t tell him to.

The reason why Jang Ha-yang will continue to be an idol is… … .

‘… …Because it’s fun.’

Jang Ha-yang dreamed of becoming an actor.

But really, anything that could show off oneself would have been good.

When I was in elementary school and was praised by my teacher for a play I did, and my classmates praised me.

Jang Ha-yang realized the joy of being on stage and the pleasure of being in the spotlight.

‘But it’s only natural that I didn’t succeed as an actor.’

Growing up without any loving care at home and only hearing verbal abuse, she couldn’t be sure that she was a person who could be loved.

That’s why I was passive when it came to acting or anything else.

I wanted to get attention so I went on stage, but I didn’t have the courage to show myself.

Because I couldn’t believe that I was worthy of attention, cheers, and love.

‘Not anymore.’

Because there is Seongpil who believes in me endlessly and gives me parental love.

Jang Ha-yang was able to break free from the cage and come out. She was finally able to believe in herself and show herself to the world.

Seongpil was the sculptor who discovered the work called Jang Ha-yang. However, even without him, Jang Ha-yang did not not exist.

Because the masterpiece called Jang Ha-yang was already encased in marble.

“Look at me.”

Jang Ha-yang opened her lips slightly and muttered.

As if answering that, people’s gaze was suddenly drawn to Jang Ha-yang.

‘I am beautiful.’

I want to show you this beauty.

My body was carved out to love myself, to love myself, and to be loved.

The curve of her waist flowing fantastically down her body.

A sublime and breathtakingly long bridge, comparable to the columns of a Greek temple.

Above all, this face was created by God with all his heart.

Look.

and.

‘Be amazed.’

Again.

Jang Ha-yang’s heels marked the end of the runway.

As soon as her steps stopped, silence fell over the audience.

Everyone’s eyes were focused only on Jang Ha-yang’s next move. It was as if there was nothing else, sucking the human nerves and spirit.

‘This is my joy.’

The attention she received on stage gave Jang Ha-yang a sense of pressure like a bullet.

But now it was as sweet as a long-lasting caress.

Sizzle, sizzle.

A brisk sound like crumpled paper being torn rang in my ears.

‘This is my life.’

Jang Ha-yang raised one hand above his head.

The outstretched fingers stretched out like a crown.

Posing for Voguing, a dance I learned from Joara.

Something keeps being ripped out of Jang Ha-yang’s body.

It’s a ruin.

‘This is my aura.’

Flashes of light came pouring in from all directions, striking a pose and aura like a Vogue cover model.

The skin is exposed to light and peels off layer by layer.

Jang Ha-yang turned back slightly, bending his heel in the halo of light.

‘this…….’

Behind her, the camera flashes lit up like a halo.

‘My Idolism.’

Molting.

At this moment, Jang Ha-yang finally became an idol.

Instead of being a person who pursues the love of one person, he became an idol who accepts the love of everyone.

* * *

Jin So-yu stood at the backstage entrance with a straight face. Her eyes were fixed on Jang Ha-yang, who was coming back.

‘Beautiful… … .’

The word kept lingering in the back of my mind. I kept wondering if it was okay to say it to others.

But, like a dam bursting open, Jin So-yu uttered the words with her mouth instead of her mind.

Words that only you are allowed to say.

“beautiful…….”

The end of the runway, the entrance to the backstage.

As he entered the place, the lights lost their power and darkness fell over Jang Ha-yang’s head.

The walking is over.

Jang Ha-yang smiled as she gently stroked her hair that was wet from tension.

‘Ha-yang knows too.’

Jang Ha-yang finally realized it. Jin So-yu could see it.

She said that she was beautiful and that she showed off her beauty without holding back on the runway.

Like Phryne, who stood before the civil courts of ancient Greece and proved her innocence with only her beauty.

At this moment, Jang Ha-yang became the embodiment of beauty.

Her confidence completed her beauty.

‘Hayang-ah.’

Jin So-yu was so moved that she reached out to Jang Ha-yang.

As far as she knows, there is something called Stendhal Syndrome, an intense ecstasy felt upon seeing a work of art.

Jin So-yu felt it.

“Hayang… … .”

The blood flow in my whole body boiled with joy. Jubilation surged through every vein and struck my nerves.

It felt like I was in the arms of the sun.

An uncontrollable heat warmed my whole body.

In the midst of a storm of ecstasy, Jin So-yu finally opened her eyes.

Feelings she never knew existed.

What people call love.

“Thank you for your hard work… … .”

Jang Ha-yang passed by Jin So-yu’s outstretched hand.

“Sister, I won.”

“……huh?”

Jang Ha-yang declared with a confident smile that she had never shown before.

“No matter what others say, I won.”

Jang Ha-yang himself was confident of victory.

I don’t need the approval of others.

The benchmark for this victory was not others, but Jang Ha-yang’s own satisfaction.

It was refreshing.

“ah…….”

Jin So-yu’s hand slowly fell down.

As soon as her arm was completely lowered, a smile appeared on Jin So-yu’s face as if a button had been pressed.

“okay?”

“yes.”

Jang Ha-yang briefly bowed her head and stepped far away so as not to disturb the other models or staff.

Jin So-yu thought as she watched Jang Ha-yang’s back moving away.

‘Okay, up to here.’

My heart ends here.

And it will remain in my heart forever.

Only the heart that will never be revealed remains. Only the flower that cannot bloom and withers.

‘You win, Hayang.’

I knew this day would come someday.

As she was chewing over the anticipated pain, Seongpil’s voice spread around her.

‘The name ‘Best’ only suits Hayang!’

Seongpil walked around dizzily and shouted in Jin Soyu’s ear.

‘Ha-yang will shine even brighter!’

Jin So-yu nodded and covered Seong-pil’s mouth.

“How could it not be?”

* * *

“I’ve heard a lot that K-pop idols are famous.”

Fukuyo Hidaka’s fashion show was broadcast live on iTube. Tatsuya couldn’t hide his surprise when he saw the record.

“I didn’t know there would be this much of a difference. You called it the Girls’ League, right? Isn’t that amazing?”

“Our kids are really great.”

Seongpil felt his heart pounding as he bragged about the Girls’ League.

Objectively speaking, tens of thousands of viewers who filled the live broadcast would be fans of KARA.

Overseas idol fans are practically fans of K-pop as a whole.

The idols that are most supported by the overseas fandom called ‘multi-fandom’ are those from Korea’s top three entertainment agencies.

In other words, the biggest contributor to the live broadcast of the Fukuyo Hidaka Fashion Show is Jin So-yu.

‘But there’s no need to feel bad about it.’

Jang Ha-yang appeared at the fashion show with Jin So-yu.

This event was expected to be an opportunity to imprint the name Girls’ League on K-pop fans overseas.

“Do you tweet?”

“Not really.”

“Hayang is quite a hot topic on Twitter right now.”

The hashtag ‘Who_is_Second_Woman’ is trending in real time.

The second woman to come out on the fashion show was Jang Ha-yang.

Those who did not know Jang Ha-yang were greeted by photos of her stunning beauty and were looking for who she was.

“I knew it, but I guess Ha-yang has a great look. How many gifs do you have already… .”

“No mention of clothes?”

Seongpil was embarrassed and started searching through Twitter posts.

Tatsuya tried to dissuade Seongpil with a tired smile.

“It’s okay. Anyway, the opening ceremony focuses more on people than clothes. I’ve experienced this many times.”

“I feel sorry for some reason.”

“What? So, aren’t you coming to the after-party? There’ll be a ton of celebrities there.”

Seongpil shook his head.

“Ha-yang wants to rest.”

“That’s too bad. Are you going back to Korea in a week?”

“Yes. My schedule in Japan is now finished.”

“When you have time, come to my club. I’ll let you drink with celebrities in the VIP room. If I tell you that I’m a producer for the Girls’ League, you’ll all want to meet me.”

Wow, this is really an unappealing condition.

“Yeah, anyway, you’ll just be surrounded by people you don’t know, so why would you want to come?”

“Oh, no, I… … .”

“It says ‘I don’t care’ on your face.”

“I would like to resolve my issues with Mahara-san while I’m at it.”

Tatsuya chuckled.

“You’ve known each other for a long time. You feel like comrades who have fought together in battles? You’ve also taken great care of Hayang. Before you leave, let’s have a drink or a meal together.”

“Okay. Stop by before you go. You won’t be leaving in a hurry if you’re alone, right?”

Seongpil smiled awkwardly as he recalled his first meeting with Tatsuya.

“Of course. But I like a quiet atmosphere. I don’t like noisy places.”

“I know. I had a good experience thanks to you… … .”

Tatsuya thought of Jang Ha-yang on the runway and felt a deep sense of satisfaction.

“Treat them lavishly.”

“I’ll be looking forward to it.”

“Director Park.”

Jang Ha-yang came into the break room.

Jang Ha-yang took off her makeup and hair decorations and returned to her original appearance.

“Oh, is Hayang here?”

“Yes. Designer Mahara, thank you for your hard work.”

Tatsuya just waved his hand, not even having the energy to answer.

“Then I’ll go.”

“Okay, take care, both of you.”

Seongpil and Jang Hayang bowed and left the break room. In the quiet room, Tatsuya slowly laid back on the sofa.

‘That guy Hashimoto, he’s got incredible instincts.’

The reason Jang Ha-yang became a hot topic was thanks to Jin So-yu.

No, because there were two of them, synergy was created.

Tatsuya had just heard from his secretary that the fashion show was a huge success.

It seems that general designer Fukuyo Hidaka also praised Tatsuya.

‘It has become a hot topic on SNS like never before.’

What the heck is this K-pop fandom.

Anyway, thanks to this, Fukuyo Hidaka will be able to get a new start.

‘Advancing into Korea is possible.’

Abaibi went first.

Next is Fukuyo Hidaka.

‘So it became such a hot topic because Caius and the Girls’ League are rivals?’

So, what if your rival becomes an ambassador for the same brand?

‘Soyou and… … .’

If Jang Ha-yang is simultaneously announced as the Fukuyo Hidaka Ambassador.

‘So, will Fukuyo Hidaka’s image in Korea be solidified as Soyou and Haayang?’

The image of the two becomes ‘Fukuyo Hidaka’, ra…

Tatsuya closed his eyes, unable to overcome his fatigue. A smile played on his lips.

‘Not bad.’

F/W season fashion show, end.

* * *

“Sister Hayang, let’s have dinner… … .”

Jang Ha-yang was standing in front of a full-length mirror wearing only her underwear. She looked as if she was falling in love with herself and was about to be sucked into the mirror.

Rika was so shocked that she bit her fist.

“Have you finally found a way to break the no-dating pact?”

“Ah, Rika.”

“But that method is too lonely! Stop it and put on some clothes!”

Jang Ha-yang raised the corners of her lips and struck a sexy pose as if she was not even listening to what Rika was saying.

“Rika, am I pretty?”

“Hey, what is it? I feel strange when Sister Hayang talks about it.”

“Ahahaha, am I being too princess-like?”

“What’s the point of asking! Just the look in the director’s eyes as he looks at Hayang Unnie explains everything! Now, get dressed and come out!”

“okay.”

Rika, who had gone out of the room, shouted, “Ha-yang unnie started dating herself!”

Jang Ha-yang put on her clothes with a smile.

And just as I was about to leave the room, a purple tulip on the desk caught my eye.

“… … .”

Jang Ha-yang looked at it and then left the room.

Rika, who volunteered to take on the meal duty for three days in a row, brought out a Japanese home-cooked meal again today.

“Again, tonjiru? I’m really sick of it.”

“Haha, Arami will miss this taste when she returns to Korea! Arami is already addicted to the taste of Japan!”

“Yeah, it’s poison. Is there no kimchi left?”

“This is too much!”

Shin A-reum ate Rika’s cooking deliciously, even though she complained.

Rika watched the members eating Japanese food with a smile.

What do you want to do after the concert is over?

This topic came up on the table of the Girls’ League.

“I want to learn more about dancing.”

“Ara-chan, how strong do you plan on becoming! Even Teacher Baek Min-jeong won’t be able to teach you anything anymore!”

“I won’t learn from Teacher Baek.”

“then?”

“Teacher Min Si-hwa. Well, she’s the teacher’s teacher. Teacher teacher.”

When the Girls’ League was preparing ‘Arabesque’, Jo Ara was obsessed with choreography that was far beyond the Girls’ League’s skill level.

At that time, Baek Min-jeong called Min Si-hwa and attacked Jo A-ra with facts. That was the opportunity for Jo A-ra to change her mind.

“But didn’t Professor Min Si-hwa say she majored in dance sports?”

“Any dance is worth learning. If it’s someone like Min Si-hwa, there’s no reason not to learn it. Well… … .”

Joara gave Baek Seol-ha an envious look.

“Teacher, you have already reached the peak of your power, so you don’t need to learn anything.”

“Why, why are you using dirty language like that… … .”

“yes?”

“uh?”

“What is it?”

“Huh, huh?”

Snow White looked around hurriedly.

I want to be assured that I am not a strange person.

But there was no one to help Baek Seol-ha.

“Teacher… … .”

Joara said as if she was tired.

“Have you never seen the movies The Legend of the Condor Heroes or The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber on TV?”

“Huh, huh? What is that… … ?”

“It’s a martial arts movie. I guess you didn’t watch it when you were young. The peak of the movie, I don’t mean it in a dirty way, it just means the strongest martial artist.”

“… … .”

Baek Seol-ha lowered her head, turning redder than a carrot. The sound of her eating rice only added to her embarrassment.

Shin Areum asked a question to erase Baek Seol-ha’s dark history.

“You had a teacher too, right? Someone like Baek Min-jeong to Jo Ara. I think I heard about it a long time ago.”

“Oh, yeah! There it was!”

Baek Seol-ha answered with excessive energy.

“He was a vocalist at a vocal academy.”

“Is that okay? Practical music and vocal music are different.”

“That’s true, but it was a relatively small academy. I heard that anyone could take it. But, the skills were definitely there… … .”

Snow White practiced her vocalization with Concone, a vocal textbook.

At that time, I didn’t even know the difference between practical music and vocal music, so I still clearly remember singing the Snow White Concone to the top of my lungs.

It was he who taught Baek Seol-ha the words she treasured as a child: ‘Swallow the sun and sing the light.’

“You are currently working as a pop opera singer.”

“What is pop opera?”

“……I know?”

Anyway, I am currently working as a pop opera singer.

It had been quite some time since they had been in contact. Still, Baekseolha felt truly fortunate to have learned from that teacher.

“Araumi, you are a teacher… … Ah, teacher would suit you better.”

For Baek Seol-ha, that pop opera singer was her teacher, and for Jo A-ra, Baek Min-jeong was her teacher.

He is a person who cannot be fully expressed by the word teacher.

“Does A-reum have someone like that?”

“no.”

“Oh, I see… … .”

Snow White secretly hoped that her name would come up.

“Even when I was at Success Entertainment, I went through several vocal teachers. I didn’t have the opportunity to learn consistently.”

The skill of singing is taught very differently from one vocal trainer to another.

While some people explain it based on their senses, others use a model of the internal structure of the human throat to explain it scientifically.

‘So that’s why Arami’s pronunciation and breathing are all jumbled up.’

I just thought I learned from a bad trainer.

“Ahem.”

Rika coughed.

Shin A-reum glanced at her and continued her story.

“Dancing, too? I didn’t really have anyone I could call a teacher. They were just people who passed by. If I had to say, I would say all the idols were my teachers.”

“It’s coming out.”

Joara pretended to vomit, saying, ‘Ugh.’ Shin Areum slapped her shoulder with her palm.

“Ahem!”

“Rika, why.”

Rika, who had finally caught my attention, puffed out her chest in triumph.

“Ask my teacher too!”

“Who is it?”

“Say, ‘Who are you?’ I can’t forgive you for insulting my teachers!”

“Who are you?”

Rika looked around the room as if expecting something, then held up three fingers.

“Ji-eum oppa! Elric oppa! And, of course, Director Jeong Ho-hwan of KS Entertainment! I, who studied under these three people, am invincible!”

“Wow, Director Jeong Ho-hwan, we’re in big trouble now. Your disciple is making a Kawaii bass.”

“How about a cute base?!”

“I will definitely reveal it through the media. I wonder if Director Jeong Ho-hwan will acknowledge it or not.”

Rika goes on a TV show and says things like, “Jung Ho-hwan is my teacher”?

Jeong Ho-hwan may hold an emergency press conference and announce that it is ‘groundless’.

“Atashi (I) learned the heart and intensity as a composer from Director Jeong! As for technique, I learned it from my brother Ji-eum!”

“Then, Brother Ji-eum is in big trouble.”

“Araumi is too much!”

Rika playfully patted Shin A-reum on the shoulder while making a sad face.

Shin A-reum gently ruffled Rika’s hair, saying it was just a joke.

“Rika, you’re amazing. How many girl groups can confidently include their own songs in their albums?”

“Right? Isn’t it great?”

“Yeah yeah, Rika is great.”

“Hehehe.”

The next gaze naturally flowed to Jang Ha-yang.

“Does Sister Hayang have a teacher?”

“Master… … Well. The song is Seol-ha unnie, and the dance is Ara.”

Baek Seol-ha and Jo Ara, who were suddenly mentioned, let out an embarrassed laugh.

“And Director Park?”

“Team leader? Why team leader?”

Jang Ha-yang smiled sinisterly. She made a right angle with her thumb and index finger and placed it against her chin.

“Because you discovered my beauty.”

“… … Wow, I never imagined I would say something like that to my older sister. I feel a bit unlucky.”

“You found my edge.”

“White Sister Ecchi (obscene)!”

“I understand, Rika.”

“Etch!”

Jang Ha-yang gently stroked Rika’s chin with her finger as if she was proud of her. Rika smiled and welcomed her stroking.

Shin A-reum, who was watching it, blurted it out.

“But isn’t Rikado pretty? Isn’t that right, Joara?”

“What are you talking about? I’m the prettiest here. Look at my edge.”

Jo Ara danced voguing. She emphasized her beauty (Jo Ara claimed) to the fullest by making use of the angles of her hands and arms.

“Ara-chan is ecchi (indecent)!”

“Hey Rika, don’t run around like a bat and be sure to do it right. Me and Hayang, who are you?”

“Umm, Ara-chan is the sexiest.”

Joara showed off her beauty by raising her eyebrows.

“Sister, did you hear? That’s what the beautiful Supreme Court Justice Rika said.”

Jang Ha-yang’s hands holding chopsticks trembled.

“How dare you insult my face… … ?”

“Is it an insult to be compared to me?!”

“Hahaha, just kidding! Ara is pretty.”

“… … .”

“Can’t you control your jokes?”

“… … You’re joking that I’m pretty.”

“I can’t get this to work.”

“After Unnie Hayang’s fashion show, things have become a bit strange.”

Everyone agreed.

What can I say, it’s gotten a lot brighter.

I guess I’ve gained some confidence.

“That makes sense. Whitey has become famous.”

Images and animated GIFs based on the Fukuyo Hidaka fashion show continued to spread on social media.

It also became a huge topic of conversation in Korean communities.

Articles titled ‘Ownership vs. Whiteness, a battle of the souls’ come up from time to time.

“It seems like… …Hayang has become quite famous… … .”

Jang Ha-yang became the only member to obtain a nickname overseas.

Her looks on the catwalk were so striking that she became known as the ‘Second Woman’.

Although Seongpil was not pleased with the meaning, he found it strange, but it was a good thing that Jang Ha-yang became famous overseas.

“Are you jealous, sister?”

Jang Ha-yang stroked Baek Seol-ha’s shoulder and gently soothed her.

“Even if it was my sister who went out instead of me, everyone would have paid attention.”

“Is that so…?”

“Honestly, if I were a guy, I think I would like Seol-ha the best out of all of us.”

“Hey, really?”

“Yes. You guys too?”

Rika, Joara, and Shin Areum ate in silence.

“… … .”

Snow White also silently focused on her food.

* * *

After dinner, Jang Ha-yang went up to the rooftop of the dormitory with the purple tulips on the desk.

It’s still midsummer so the nights are hot.

She walked to the railing, feeling the summer heat. She saw an ashtray fixed in the gap of the railing to prevent it from falling.

There were a few cigarette butts thrown away.

‘Director Park doesn’t smoke any cigarettes.’

Is it true that you quit smoking?

Jang Ha-yang looked away from the ashtray and held the tulip out over the railing.

‘My teacher… … .’

Seongpil.

You could call him a teacher of life.

Thanks to Seongpil, Jang Ha-yang learned how to believe in herself and love herself.

Those were things that could only be established if Sungpil was present. But not anymore.

‘Thank you, Director Park.’

Jang Ha-yang dropped the purple tulips she had bought at the flower shop down the railing.

This is a graduation ceremony.

Graduation with myself, for whom the only meaning in life was Sungpil.

‘Now, I think I can do it on my own.’

I thought I might die without Seongpil.

I thought I would quit being an idol if Sungpil wasn’t there.

I thought that without Sungpil, without Sungpil, my own value would disappear.

‘The value that the director has found for me does not lie in you, but in me.’

Seongpil’s word ‘I believe’ did not mean that he gave unconditional faith.

It meant that he believed in the power that Jang Ha-yang possessed.

‘My dream is still to be the best idol. But, I will find my own way. My own reason.’

The path will not be made up of only Seongpil’s expectations and beliefs.

It will be a path that only she can walk, filled with the values ​​that Jang Ha-yang cherishes.

Like this fashion show, it must be a path that burns the soul even if Sungpil doesn’t expect it.

“First of all, my idolism is… … .”

Revealing to the world the existence of Jang Ha-yang.

Seongpil will refine and polish the value he has found and draw love from everyone.

“ha.”

After the graduation ceremony, Jang Ha-yang let out a relieved breath. And she.

“… … This is no good!”

Jang Ha-yang hurriedly ran down the stairs.

5th floor, 4th floor, 3rd floor, 2nd floor, 1st floor.

Jang Ha-yang ran out of the dorm and searched the floor as if grabbing a tooth.

After crouching and walking around the entrance for about 20 minutes, I was able to find a tulip that had been blown away by the wind.

“eww…….”

Jang Ha-yang carefully rubbed the crumpled leaves of the tulip with his hands. After shaking off all the dirt and dust from it, he held the tulip up to the streetlight.

Even though it’s a little dented, it’s clean.

“I can’t throw this away… … .”

Even though Seongpil didn’t buy it for me.

To Jang Ha-yang, any purple tulip had a deep meaning.

She returned to her room, carrying the tulips. Once inside, she picked up a comic book from the desk.

‘Glass Slippers’ Volume 1.

When I unfolded it, I saw the stems of the tulips I had first received from Seongpil, neatly curled.

Because it was not managed well, all the leaves dried up and fell off, but the stem was somehow preserved.

“These are the director’s flowers.”

Next to it was placed a bunch of crushed tulips.

‘This is my flower.’

Seongpil’s flower was a tulip that had already dried up and had only a stem left, but its beauty was better than that of a fresh flower.

Jang Ha-yang’s flower was crushed after falling from the fifth floor, but strangely it was full of life.

Two completely different shaped tulips placed side by side.

Looking at it, Jang Ha-yang’s heart changed.

Deep in her heart, only Sungpil had a place. But now Sungpil had stepped aside and made half the space for her.

Jang Ha-yang himself took up the remaining half.

‘Now it’s half and half.’

The mental infancy period where I had no choice but to be obsessed with and cling to Seongpil because everything in the world was his, is over.

Now, Jang Ha-yang has himself in his heart. Half of his love for himself has entered his heart.

Jang Ha-yang rested her chin on her hand while looking at the two tulips. A faint smile played on her lips.

“Sister Hayang! Today, Sister Hayang has to do the dishes! Make sure to do it before 10 o’clock!”

“Oh, sorry. I’ll go now.”

Jang Ha-yang quickly closed the book.

The room she left.

A warm summer breeze blew outside the window, making me turn the pages of a comic book.

The page with the tulips was opened.

Once again the wind blew, and one tulip was leisurely pushed aside, overlapping another.