Producer with no Regrets - Chapter 331



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Episode 331

The first emotion that Seongpil felt when he saw Yang So-min was confusion.

It would be a similar feeling to meeting an elementary school classmate. Meeting someone you thought you would never meet again unless there was a special opportunity.

The next thing I felt was happiness.

Seongpil’s appearance is very different from the one he had when he was a trainee, which is what he is most familiar with.

Now I feel like I’m quite an adult.

It was definitely nice to see her grown again.

And finally, I got angry.

‘What does Success Enter do?’

Judging from Yang So-min’s behavior, it seemed like she had been waiting in front of Seong-pil’s house for quite some time.

It was like that from the moment he saw Seongpil, he approached him happily. It was a joy that came after a long wait.

‘What did you do to make the child leave the dorm and act like this?’

I’m angry.

There are a ton of questions I want to ask her.

But there’s something to do first.

“Then let’s eat first. I didn’t eat dinner. Did Somin eat?”

Although she is on her way back from eating, Yang So-min is the type of child who feels guilty even for small things.

Seongpil lied and said he hadn’t eaten, because he thought he would feel bad if he had offered to give him food right away.

Indeed, Yang So-min showed signs of apology, but she also expressed a small sense of relief at the fact that it was before Sung-pil’s meal.

“No. Not yet… … .”

“Let’s go in.”

Seongpil entered the password and opened the door.

As he climbed the stairs, Seongpil heard her following him.

* * *

Yang So-min was given a change of clothes and told to wash if she wanted.

Seongpil left the house after saying that he would be away for about an hour due to some business.

After killing some time at a local cafe, Yang So-min went in. She had changed into the clothes Seong-pil had given her. There was a faint moisture in her hair.

“Aren’t you playing chess?”

If it was the Yang So-min that Seong-pil remembered, if he had time left, he would have turned on the chess app and started a game right away.

But Yang So-min just sat quietly on the floor.

‘Come to think of it, I just got a cell phone.’

The last time we contacted Yang So-min, Globe had still left the phone at the company.

‘Did you give me the glove because it was good?’

Seongpil was deeply impressed by Globe’s growth.

Their recent comeback achieved initial sales of 79,000 copies and also garnered many first place rankings on music shows.

‘Growth is steeper than in my previous life.’

There is no way that Yoon Sang-yeol could not feel the rapid progress that Seong-pil feels.

Perhaps, because of his unexpected success, he became a little bit more toxic than usual.

Seongpil broke his thoughts and focused on Yang Somin again.

“Are you tired of chess?”

Yang So-min shook her head gloomily.

Seongpil’s eyes went to the cell phone lying next to her. The screen of the phone, which was carelessly placed, was black.

Even though it was a model with a function that made the time appear when left alone without being touched, it was like that.

‘It’s off.’

If the battery was dead, there’s no way it wouldn’t have been charged. It’s intentionally turned off.

“Want some ice cream?”

A light appeared in Yang So-min’s eyes and then went out in an instant.

“No. Because I’m gaining weight… … .”

“okay.”

I didn’t necessarily recommend it any further.

It was admirable that she resisted temptation as an idol. It’s not like Sungpil had any intention of making her fat.

‘Because Somin liked ice cream.’

It’s summer too.

Seongpil lowered the temperature of the air conditioner slightly and sat in front of her.

“Can I not go back to my room?”

“… … .”

“It won’t be a vacation.”

“… … .”

“what’s the matter?”

“… … Run away, I’m here.”

escape.

Seongpil didn’t hear the word with the connotation of running away.

It might be at the level of unauthorized absence from work.

‘I don’t want to ask this because I think about Somin’s feelings, but I have to ask anyway.’

“What’s the schedule?”

“None, none, not that I remember. On weekends… … .”

This is an incorrect answer, but it is probably true.

Yang So-min didn’t completely lose her mind and run away. She still had the presence of mind to think ahead and ahead.

“Somin, I can let you stay at my house for a few days, but I have to listen to your circumstances. It may sound cold, but Somin is a member of society.”

“……yes.”

“You shouldn’t slack off for unfair reasons. It’s something that’s stated in the contract, and you may be disadvantaged later on.”

“… … .”

“And I promise.”

She, who had been looking at the floor like a sinner, slightly raised her head.

“No matter what happens, I’ll take Somin’s side. Can you tell me what happened?”

“… … Sob.”

Yang So-min began to tell her story while sobbing.

* * *

The Globe was given about a week off. It was a golden holiday that happened by chance, not intentionally.

But Yang So-min was not granted the right to enjoy it.

“Are you going to rest?”

That was all Yoon Sang-yeol said to Yang So-min. There was no further explanation.

However, Yang So-min could not help but know the meaning behind ‘Are you trying to rest?’

The meaning was, ‘You’re not even busy with practice and homework, so why are you just going to play around with the time you’ve been given?’

“No, no… … .”

There was an assignment given by Yoon Sang-yeol.

He always gives each Globe member a personal assignment.

It is no exception during the album promotion period.

Each member has to receive a task and get Yoon Sang-yeol’s OK sign, but Yang So-min is the only one who has not yet completed the task.

“That’s right.”

“… … I will go.”

Yoon Sang-yeol didn’t even look at her as she bowed and greeted him.

All I could focus on was the sound modules neatly arranged on the desk and the composition interface floating above the monitor.

“Phew.”

Yang So-min returned to the practice room and stood in front of the mirror.

Her assignment was to perform a choreography draft of Globe’s latest comeback song, ‘Plane Light’.

Of course, the draft is more difficult than the final version that has been improved to fit the idol and to be able to sing while dancing.

Even if choreographers take into account the idol’s performance when coming up with a plan, they cannot fully understand the feeling of singing along.

‘We have to do our performance in Xi’an… … .’

It’s okay.

Didn’t all the other members also pass their own tasks?

‘Sera’, a member who was given the same task as Yang So-min, also completed it.

‘I can do it too.’

Yang So-min practiced while looking in the mirror.

And at night, Yoon Sang-yeol came into the practice room to inspect.

Yang So-min greeted politely.

“sun.”

Yoon Sang-yeol didn’t even come any further into the practice room. He just stood by the door with his arms crossed and gave me a dry look.

Yang So-min practiced for several weeks and performed today after practicing all day.

Maybe a minute had passed.

“stop.”

The music is still playing.

Yang So-min stopped in her tracks.

In the midst of the tense atmosphere, Globe’s cheerful song resonated through the practice room without anyone noticing.

“See you again tomorrow.”

After saying those words, Yoon Sang-yeol just left. There was no feedback.

Yang So-min stood there blankly for a moment. Then she walked over to the speaker and turned it off.

‘It’s still okay.’

There are still six days left until the holiday.

The black dregs inside my heart have filled the floor, but they will soon disappear.

The hotter the summer sun gets, and the more you sweat, the sweeter a bite of ice cream you eat during your break becomes.

‘It will happen tomorrow.’

Yang So-min returned to her lodgings.

For some reason, the accommodation was full of energy.

It was natural for the members to be in a good mood as it was their first holiday after a tough period of activity.

“Oh, Somin is here?”

Leader Rahee was sitting in the living room giggling with the other members.

But when Yang So-min came in, she came up to me happily as if nothing had happened and hugged me.

“You worked hard. What about your homework?”

As Yang So-min shook her head, the hug became stronger.

“Producer Yoon will let me pass tomorrow. To be honest, it’s been a while since I’ve had any practice or activities, so if Producer Yoon is tactful, he’ll probably cut it off appropriately.”

The problem for Yoon Sang-yeol was that he didn’t have that insight, but Ra-hee’s hopeful predictions sounded sweet to his ears.

“I wish that were true.”

“You just need to practice a little more. Or ask Sarah for help. Sarah got the same assignment as you.”

“No. I’ll do it myself.”

If this was a task that could be completed with the advice of others, it would have been accomplished long ago.

Since it was the same task as Sarah, Yang So-min had practiced with her too.

‘I don’t know.’

He couldn’t intuitively figure out what he lacked compared to Sarah.

‘But I’m sure there are areas where I’m lacking.’

That’s all that needs to be resolved.

Second day.

“again.”

Yoon Sang-yeol declared firmly, dispelling Yang So-min’s expectant gaze.

“PD, PD, over there… … .”

The accumulated dregs in my heart feel heavy and like they are being pulled down to the floor.

But rather than feeling disappointed that her vacation was shortened by another day, Yang So-min was curious about what she was lacking.

“Uh, uh, where do you think I should fix… … ?”

“You don’t even know that?”

embrace.

It is a performance with a choreography draft. The breathing is rapid, the movements do not follow the original, and the pitch is often flat.

But, that was the case for Sarah too.

“Ask your trainer, not me. When you were in school, did you ever ask your teacher what the test questions were?”

“……sorry.”

The surface of the heart becomes discolored and black.

Still, it’s okay.

The third day.

“No, not again.”

Unfailing refusal.

‘… …Half of it is left.’

There’s half a holiday left.

Tomorrow will pass.

‘I am lacking.’

Let’s practice harder.

Let’s review what we lacked today.

Fourth day.

“Phew, that’s enough. That’s enough.”

The level of dregs in my heart has passed halfway. It rattles unpleasantly every time I walk, and I feel like it might spill out at any moment.

Fifth day.

“I’m going.”

The dregs hardened and formed a lump.

“Uh, today too… … ?”

When they entered the dorm, the members’ expressions were not good. They didn’t know what to do when they saw Yang So-min.

Yang So-min wondered why everyone was like this.

The same thing happened for 5 days, and I thought it was time to make a fuss.

There was no choice.

Because Yang So-min couldn’t see her own face at the moment.

Sixth day.

“stop.”

My heart turned black.

Yoon Sang-yeol didn’t show any sign of regret, sorrow, or even anger.

After saying that with his usual blank expression, he tried to leave the practice room without any regrets, just like he always did.

“why…….”

Yoon Sang-yeol stopped walking, somehow hearing Yang So-min’s small voice.

And he said it out of the blue.

“I already told you, don’t ask me. Ask your trainer or the members. Why can’t you do it? A person who sells dreams can’t meet even one person’s needs?”

It’s just as he said.

He said the same thing when Yang So-min asked him, “Please teach me something.”

But Yang So-min didn’t open her mouth to say something like that.

“Why, why… … .”

Yang So-min clenched her fists, clenched her molars, and twisted her whole body.

“Why on earth… … .”

I want to express these feelings through my whole body, not just my mouth. But since I can’t, I express them through my mouth, however inadequately.

“Why, why, why on earth, why on earth to me, why on earth!”

Yang So-min screamed.

Yoon Sang-yeol didn’t even bat an eyelash. Yang So-min was so angry at him.

I was so angry I thought I would go crazy.

It was difficult to bear the fact that he couldn’t even move his eyebrows due to his anger on his own.

“Why do you do this to me? Always, always, every day, always, every day, why, every day, only to me, why the heck!”

At Success Entertainment, Yoon Sang-yeol is the king.

It’s God.

Who would deny it?

This is the person who brought the initial album sales of a girl group that is now in its second year up to 80,000 copies.

Now that the promotional period has ended, total sales have exceeded 100,000 copies.

Is that all?

All of Success Entertainment’s idol groups and artists are receiving production from Yoon Sang-yeol and are achieving greater success than before.

Seriously, it’s divine.

So there are not even any humans who rebel.

“What do you want from me? No, you just hate me. You hate me! That’s why you’re acting like this!”

Yang So-min knows that her rebellion will come back with a more tragic price.

But this was the only way to break the black lump that filled my heart.

He hoped that his rebellion, his rebellion against God, would be effective. He hoped that it would at least make his eyebrows rise.

At least, I thought I could maintain my self-esteem if my self-worth was at that level.

“Just tell me you hate me. Don’t use homework as an excuse to bully me… …!”

“I…….”

God opened his mouth.

“Do you think I’m doing this because I hate you?”

Yang So-min’s throat was blocked.

“How ridiculous. You have such a high opinion of yourself. Do you think you can do anything for me?”

“… … .”

“If the instrument can’t make its sound.”

Yoon Sang-yeol pretended to touch the machine.

“It needs to be fixed.”

Yang So-min ran towards Yoon Sang-yeol. But his target was not him.

Yang So-min roughly opened the door next to him and left the practice room.

“Yang So-min, come.”

Yoon Sang-yeol’s voice leaked out through the closing door.

“Come.”

Yang So-min didn’t look back.

“Yangso… … !”

The practice room door was closed.

Yang So-min came out of the Success Entertainment building and stood there blankly for a moment.

“… … .”

And then he left without looking back.

The black mass that filled my heart melted.

* * *

“Somin, do you know how to cook?”

“yes.”

Seongpil went around his house and guided her so she could stay alone for one night and two days.

The blue sunlight of dawn was streaming through the window, illuminating the room.

“Let’s leave towels, toiletries, and a change of clothes here.”

“yes.”

Another thing I need… … .

Seongpil soon began to think about the necessities.

He took out a credit card that he rarely used from his wallet and gave it to Yang So-min.

“Buy what you need with this.”

“I don’t really need anything. I’ll just use what I have… … .”

“You never know.”

Seongpil put the card in her hand.

“Just in case, I’ll lower the daily limit. I don’t want Somin to buy expensive things without me knowing.”

“Oh, I won’t do that… … .”

“I’m kidding.”

Let’s say it’s a joke, Yang So-min laughed.

I wasn’t laughing because it was funny.

He laughed when I told him it was a joke. It was like a program receiving commands.

Seongpil laughed bitterly.

“And finally, the computer. Feel free to use it. You can play chess all day long… … .”

“Team leader?”

Seongpil hurriedly turned on the computer.

And after completing the password setting, I took the tablet, which had been reduced to a plaything, out of the drawer.

“Don’t use the computer, use this. Since it’s connected to Wi-Fi, you can do anything.”

“The computer is convenient.”

“What if I catch a virus?”

“I’ll just go to chess.com.”

“Oh! Listen when an adult speaks!”

Yang So-min smiled bashfully.

It must be because he could guess why Seongpil was acting like this. Seongpil pretended to be calm and gave her one last request.

“Once I’m gone and you feel a little more at ease, turn on your phone. Everyone will be looking for you.”

“… … .”

Yang So-min didn’t respond.

I wasn’t really expecting a reaction.

Seongpil stroked her hair out of habit, then suddenly took his hand away.

“Oh, sorry. Somin isn’t a student anymore, is she?”

Now that I think about it, you’ve really grown a lot.

When I first saw him, he was smaller than his peers and looked so young that I almost mistook him for an elementary school student.

“I’ll go and come back.”

Seongpil waved at Yang Somin, who was carrying a large backpack on her back and had her hand on her head.

Yang So-min stayed like that for a while, then took her hands off her head and waved them like Seong-pil.

The room Seongpil left was quiet.

Yang So-min turned on the tablet that Seong-pil had given her. The sign that the battery had 5% remaining immediately appeared.

She plugged her tablet into the charger and leaned against the wall.

‘It’s been a while since I had time.’

When I was about to open the Internet window, a notification popped up.

[‘Goggles’ automatically syncs media files stored on other devices.]

The tablet was connected to Sungpil’s cell phone and computer. The photos stored there could be viewed on the tablet as well.

In the notification window, one of the many photos taken yesterday was displayed as the representative image.

It was a selfie taken by Seongpil and Shin A-reum with funny expressions.

Behind her, she could see the staff of Garo Enter and the members of the Girls’ League, but Yang So-min did not notice them.

Only Seongpil and Shin Areum are visible.

“… … .”

The black dregs are piling up again.

* * *

Seongpil wiped his sweat as he closed the luggage compartment of the minibus. The pension built near the valley was made of concrete, completely out of place with the atmosphere.

‘Can’t we at least make the exterior out of wood?’

Well, what matters is what’s inside.

“Have you finished unloading your luggage?”

“yes.”

Hong Gyu-heon opened the luggage compartment again and finished checking. Seong-pil stood behind her and looked at her outfit again.

It’s hard to believe that they’re just visiting a mountain lodge, wearing high-performance extreme sports wear.

‘As expected from a chaebol. You’re not satisfied with ordinary training suits.’

Although it is described as high-performance extreme sports wear, it is just a tight, bright-colored mountaineering suit.

“But what are we doing?”

Seongpil asked as they headed to the pension.

In fact, he had a small complaint.

They said they had breakfast and lunch at a rest stop. Since it was a company outing, it would have been good to pay as much attention to lunch as to dinner.

“I haven’t even prepared lunch, so I have a lot of time left.”

“I can sense the rudeness in your voice. Why are you doing that after enjoying the tonkatsu?”

“Me? Not at all? Not like that?”

“This is ridiculous.”

Hong Gyu-heon didn’t say much until he entered the living room of the pension.

In the living room, there were Girls’ League members who had finished organizing their belongings, and executives from Garo Enter who had even given up their holidays to come and sit down.

Hong Gyu-heon stood inside the living room, receiving their gaze. She cleared her throat and smiled.

“Let’s all have fun today!”

Since there happened to be two boxes of soju piled up behind Hong Gyu-heon, I somehow found his words believable.

“First of all, a round of applause to the public relations team who planned the outing!”

Everyone applauded for Son Hye-bin. She bowed like an actress at an awards ceremony.

“I’m Hye-bin Son, the PR team leader. The entire PR team planned the party, but I’m the only one who came.”

“That’s too bad.”

“In that sense, I have a suggestion for you, sir!”

“say it.”

“There will be no bonus next quarter! These people are so annoying!”

Hong Gyu-heon nodded to Han Gu-in.

“I will review it very positively.”

“Sonna (like that)!”

Just now the stop sound spoke.

“Oh, that’s what happened. We should have fun among ourselves. So what can we do?”

Hong Gyu-heon pointed at Min Gyeong-seop. He put on the sunglasses he had been hiding in his arms.

“I’m Min Kyung-seop, the management team leader in charge of today’s event. Girls’ League members, please draw lots.”

He drew five lots from his pocket, as he had prepared them.

The members were chosen one by one.

“Please unfold and tell me your name.”

The very first turn was Rika.

“Han Gu-in… … It’s Director Han!”

Han Gu-in sneaked up to Rika.

When Snow White saw it, she realized something.

“Sir, could this be… … .”

“What is Seolha?”

“Cow, Son Hye-bin, unnie… … .”

Son Hye-bin immediately ran to Baek Seol-ha and hugged her.

“I love you, Seolha!”

“Kkaaaak!”

As Baek Seol-ha expected, this was a team.

It’s about members and staff forming a team and doing something.

Even though the team hasn’t been revealed yet, Min Kyung-seop said excitedly to himself.

“What do you do as a team, exactly?”

Treasure hunt!

The stage is the entire valley near the pension.

“What is the product?”

“Ha, you’re so impatient? But I think it’ll be more fun if you reveal it first, so I’ll reveal it! The answer is in the icebox you brought!”

Rika ran straight over and brought the icebox from the kitchen.

Let’s open it.

“Keeeeeeeek!”

Rika took a step back in fright.

Except for Son Hye-bin, who planned the party, and Min Kyung-seop, the host, everyone rushed to the box to confirm what had startled Rika.

“Lobster… … ?”

“They’re all alive?!”

“Yes, the product is live lobster! And this!”

Min Kyung-seop took out a long box that he had been hiding. When he opened the package, a bottle of wine came out.

Han Gu-in, who saw it, opened his eyes wide.

“Chambolle Musigny… …!”

When the elite Han Gu-in was surprised, everyone swallowed and looked at the wine.

Could it be some incredibly expensive wine?

“Director Han, is that really that famous…?”

“It’s in the mid-100,000 won range.”

It’s expensive, but it’s vaguely expensive.

I don’t think it was that surprising to Han Gu-in, but the reason he was surprised was different.

“Who the hell asked me to buy lobster with Chambolle Musigny?”

Son Hye-bin averted her eyes.

I don’t drink wine, so what can I do…

I just went to a vintage wine shop and roughly chose what I thought was right for my price range.

“anyway.”

Min Kyung-seop took control of the mood again.

“The winning team will be rewarded with lobster and expensive wine! Enjoy your victory in style!”

Jang Ha-yang looked down at the paper he was holding tightly in his hand.

The ink spread through my sweaty palms.

She unfolded the paper with a sense of anticipation, her heart pounding as if it were broken.

and.

“Gyaaa …

Jang Ha-yang, fainted.

The paper she was holding fluttered to the floor.

[Hong Gyu-heon.]

“… … Do you hate me that much?”

Hong Gyu-heon, hurt!