Producer with no Regrets - Chapter 530



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Episode 530

Seongpil parked his car in the company parking lot but couldn’t get out because the conversation wasn’t over yet.

No, Seongpil just wanted to end the conversation, but Joara wouldn’t stop.

A storm of violent language, so violent that the word dialogue could not be used, engulfed Seongpil for dozens of minutes.

“I have no idea how great of a dancer my ex-girlfriend is! I don’t want to know at all!”

Seongpil was almost out of his mind.

From the beginning, 2/3 of what Jo Ara said was disparaging Seong Pil’s ex-girlfriend.

And since that ex-girlfriend (based on her previous life) was Jo Ara herself, it was a shock to Seongpil who heard it.

“Compared to that person, how inferior I am that you’re telling me to throw away my dance! Huh? If that person is that great of a choreographer, then you shouldn’t have given it to me!”

I never told you to throw it away.

Seongpil couldn’t hide his exhaustion and held out his palm to Jo Ara, like a referee stopping an overheated player in a soccer match.

“okay.”

“What do you know, sir!”

Joara quickly pushed Seongpil’s hand away.

“What do you know! Me, shit! I practiced the choreography that you made all by myself, laughing like an idiot! How does it feel to make a fool of someone?”

“Sorry, even if it was a tribute choreography, I shouldn’t have said I made it… … .”

“That’s not the point! What the heck! Why the heck! I’ve been talking to you for dozens of minutes and you still don’t understand!”

“… … .”

Seongpil closed his eyes slowly and nodded with an air of empathy.

“Right. I’m sorry. I’m sorry… … .”

“Stop repeating the same thing over and over again like a woodpecker!”

It’s probably a parrot, not a woodpecker.

“It’s understandable that you said the choreography was yours! Because you said it was a tribute choreography! But what really disappoints me is that you hid the source of this choreography, and lied to us about meeting women! You acted like you dedicated your life to producing, but you met all the people you wanted to meet and enjoyed everything you wanted to enjoy without telling us! What did you say to Seiko?”

“The promise I made to Seiko-san… … .”

“You lied to us anyway!”

I did it, I did it.

I never expected that saying ‘This choreography was made by my ex-girlfriend’ would have such an outcome. Oh my, you even bothered to mention the song release date.

But what was more disconcerting than anything else was the point at which Jo Ara got angry. She was almost indignant at the fact that Sungpil had deceived the Girls’ League and dated her.

“Sir, I, well, we, no. I almost thought of myself as a monk. I just threw away all the worldly pleasures and lived only focusing on one idol. I couldn’t eat what I wanted, I couldn’t sleep when I wanted, I couldn’t do what I wanted, I couldn’t even date! I sacrificed all of that and came here just to look at one idol. It was hard, really hard!”

Joara took a deep breath.

“The only reason I could endure it was because of you, uncle. Because you were someone with the same dream as us, going through the same hardships as us. When the students were standing in the blazing sun during the sports day, I felt like a teacher who was getting sunburned together with the students instead of staying in the shade tent! But, but… … .”

Jo Ara, who was pushing Sungpil as if she was going to kill him, suddenly turned her head with her mouth distorted.

Seongpil’s heart sank.

It seemed like Joara was crying.

“Ah, Araya… … .”

“I am.”

Joara looked at Seongpil again. All the tears had disappeared.

“I’m going to continue with this choreography. With this choreography, I’m going to surpass that person called my ex-girlfriend. It doesn’t make sense for an idol to not be able to properly do one choreography. I’m going to make it mine. For sure. Do you understand?”

Joara opened the car door roughly and disappeared.

Seongpil stared blankly at her as she disappeared outside the car window. He bit his lips and slowly placed his forehead on the steering wheel.

“ha.”

Jo Ara seemed to have lost all of her arrogance towards Seongpil. Seongpil felt relieved upon seeing that, despite his complicated emotions.

The expressions of affection that Joara showed to Sungpil confused Sungpil many times.

Is it a friendship as colleagues?

Or, was it that she was drawn to the human named Seongpil and fell in love with him like in her previous life?

You can tell just by looking at what Joara said today while she was angry.

‘Is he disappointed in me as a colleague, or is he disappointed that I have a girlfriend…?

Seongpil chuckled.

I can’t tell anyone else this.

‘Even if you suspect me of being a real axe-wielding psychopath, I have nothing to say. A girl 12 years younger than me seems to like an old man like me… … .’

Seongpil felt relieved for some reason.

‘If Ara had feelings for me and now those feelings have left.’

Rather, it is a good thing.

It’s not good for Seongpil.

‘To Ara… … It’s a good thing.’

He got out of the car.

Summer is slowly passing by.

The weather is also cool.

On his way to work, Seongpil slowly gathered his thoughts.

‘If Ara still doesn’t want to change the choreography even after saying this, let’s respect that feeling.’

Although it wasn’t the direction he wanted, Joara decided on her own direction.

He will face the world as ‘Bad’. No, the enemy is a bit different now.

‘What Araga has to fight for.’

This is the future Joara herself.

A world-renowned performance director.

Joara’s opponent is a huge name that cannot even be compared to Ginger when it comes to dancing.

* * *

Suddenly, Joara called out to me at night.

Shin A-reum prepared to go out, letting out all the annoyances in the world. She put on her hat, put on her mask, and stood in front of the mirror for a moment to check if she was okay.

‘Okay.’

Shin A-reum left the front door of the dorm and went downstairs. She came out because she was told to, but where was she going?

She took out her phone and called Joara… … .

“Hey, Shin A-reum.”

“Oh my, this is surprising!”

Joara came out, wandering right next to me.

Because I was standing in the alley opposite the noodle restaurant, Joara was completely hidden in the darkness.

Shin A-reum let out a ragged breath in surprise and then immediately raised her voice.

“If you call someone, they’ll show up nicely. What are you doing! If you drop your phone in surprise and it ends up in the sewer, are you going to take responsibility?!”

“sorry.”

Joara was unusually docile. Shin A-reum was even more surprised than before and unconsciously calmed down.

“Why did you call me? What do you want me to do?”

“Let’s have a drink.”

“Outside? Where is your reservation?”

An idol who is as good as a member of the Girls’ League can’t just go into any bar and drink.

You can avoid being noticed by those around you by drinking and eating in a bar or restaurant with a private room.

If two people go to a bar together, it would be a nuisance to the bar as well.

“no.”

Joara lifted the plastic bag.

Shin A-reum’s expression immediately rotted away.

“You want to eat on the street? It’s still hot. My back is already wet.”

“Let’s go up.”

“… … ?”

Joara went up the stairs of the dormitory building. After passing the dormitory on the second floor, she went up further and reached the rooftop.

On the drying rack was hanging a blanket that Jang Ha-yang had washed a while ago.

Joara brought two plastic chairs to a spot with a good view and sat down. Then she patted the seat next to her with her palm as if telling her to hurry and sit down.

“… … If it was going to be like this, why did you ask me to come out and eat at the dorm?”

“I just have concerns, but I can hear everything at the dorm… … .”

Shin A-reum couldn’t tell how many times she was surprised today. Jo A-ra has something on her mind?

‘Then why didn’t you call Teacher Ricana instead of me?’

Who is Joara closest to?

It will be Rika who shares a bed with me in name and reality.

Next, if you want someone to talk to about your worries, there’s Baek Seol-ha. She’s lived longer than Jo Ara and is a leader, so she’s the best person to talk to about your worries.

Jang Ha-yang is somehow unsettling (Shin A-reum’s subjective opinion).

“Aha, I see. You don’t need advice, you just need an emotional trash can? I’m screwed. Even if I get caught, will it be you?”

“… … .”

Joara lowered her head with a gloomy expression. Shin A-reum hurriedly sat down next to her.

“What kind of alcohol did you buy? Crazy, it’s soju. If you were going to buy me alcohol, I told you to buy me somersby or cruiser.”

Shin A-reum spoke in a cheerful tone, but she was worried about Jo A-ra and felt uneasy. Why did the guy who only drank beer buy all the soju?

Shin A-reum wanted to ask affectionately, “Are you okay?” But she couldn’t. If she were to speak affectionately to Jo A-ra, she would bite her tongue and fall off the rooftop.

“Just drink it.”

The two drank soju from paper cups.

Shin A-reum asked while chewing on the snack.

“But why me? Teacher Ricana is here too.”

“Why not you?”

“It’s because it’s sudden. Shouldn’t you tell your worries to someone you’re close to?”

“You’re not close with me… … ?”

“… … What I mean is.”

Shin Areum felt embarrassed and twisted her hair with her hands.

“I’m not as close as Rika… … .”

“What are you talking about?”

“No, that’s right. You only sleep with Rika.”

“Do you want to sleep with me?”

“I hate it even if I die, but since we sleep together every day, we’ll become closer! When people talk to you, try to focus and understand!”

“I just thought I could tell this story to only you.”

Shin A-reum was strangely moved by those words.

Although they routinely exchanged insults and anger with each other, there was a deep intimacy between them.

There just wasn’t the opportunity or courage between the two to express that intimacy.

“so?”

Shin A-reum deliberately asked sharply to hide her embarrassment.

“why?”

30 minutes later.

Joara cried.

“I heard that the old man had a girlfriend… … .”

Shin A-reum was shocked by the news. And as soon as she heard it, she took out her phone and tried to contact Seong-pil.

“What are you doing?!”

Joara grabbed Shin A-reum’s wrist with delicate movements while sobbing. The phone fell to the floor with a loud crash.

“Kkaaaak!”

“What are you going to do to me, old man? So what are you going to do!”

“I was just going to ask, so let go of me, you gorilla bitch!”

Put it down.

Shin A-reum glared at Jo A-ra while touching her wrist.

“Stop talking nonsense! Where’s the team leader’s girlfriend!”

“The old man said it himself!”

“Are you lying? I checked everything!”

“What are you checking? How? When?!”

“There are ways you guys don’t know about?”

Jo Ara still believed the story that Sung Pil had a girlfriend. But she was still hesitant.

Shin A-reum, who is unofficially considered Seong-pil’s daughter, is even saying this.

Of course, it is possible that Sungpil’s smooth acting skills, which fooled the entire Girls’ League, could also fool Shin A-reum.

“Then why did you tell me that your ex-girlfriend made the dance?”

“You must have made up a shocking lie because you wouldn’t change the choreography.”

“Why are you like that… … ?”

“Aren’t you a bit displeased with the team leader?”

“Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh… … .”

Jo Ara immediately burst into tears and sobbed like a steamed bun with its sides bursting. Shin A-reum was taken aback because she had only ever seen Jo Ara cry like that when she was drunk.

‘That’s right, he’s drunk.’

“I am… … so much… … .”

Joara didn’t seem to have any intention of wiping away her tears.

Even if the dam is opened, the river will not become as wet as Joara’s cheek.

Shin A-reum irritably wiped Jo A-ra’s cheek with her sleeve.

[Light from the Earth

One light in six billion

I’m curious, should I go closer?

seen through the lens of a telescope

I’m excited by your eyes]

The atmosphere was so quiet that Joara had turned on her playlist, and Darkest’s ‘Your Star’ was playing.

It’s a refreshing song that was common in the second generation.

That refreshing feeling was annoying because it was intertwined with the situation.

[Shall we shine more?

Even without a telescope

so you can see me

Let’s take a closer look

[Don’t lose to the moon]

“Oh, senior, it’s really noisy!”

Shin A-reum turned on Jo A-ra’s phone and pressed pause. Seo Yu-seon’s high-pitched vocals suddenly cut off.

“Hey, I was just joking… … .”

“Song… … .”

“uh?”

“Turn on the song… … .”

Joara said, sniffling.

“This is my favorite song… … .”

“… … .”

[In this exciting night sky

Can you trust me with your eyes?

I am your star

One person who makes me shine

The only one who burns me]

Seo Yu-seon sang again.

He sings so well that it’s annoying.

Perhaps because Sungpil liked Darkest to the point of being almost a believer, Shin A-reum felt uncomfortable whenever she heard Darkest’s songs.

Should I say that it feels like a paper with the words ‘Admitted to Seoul National University!’ fluttering in front of a person studying?

While Jo Ara was crying, ‘Your Star’ also ended. I thought we were finally moving on to the next song.

“Please play it on repeat… … .”

“… … .”

So the two shared a drink and listened to ‘Your Star’ for 30 minutes.

As time passed, Joara calmed down a bit. She didn’t cry, but because she had drunk more, her emotions were much more intense than before.

“Everyone says the ‘Bad’ choreography is good. You, Seo Yu-seon, Hye-bin, the doctor, the boss, they all say it’s good… … . Only the uncle and the teacher don’t… … .”

“Isn’t that a minority opinion? Ignore it.”

If Seongpil says ‘it’s not good’, Shin A-reum will immediately turn it over.

“But, you’re that guy. You’re the producer. You’ve seen us longer than anyone else, and you care about us. Sam is a dancer I admire, and you’re an incredible dancer. But since both of those people said you didn’t like it… … .”

“Even that dance was made by the team leader’s ex-girlfriend?”

Joara nodded.

“Mister… … Whenever you see me, you think of me as that person… … and if you think of me as inferior to that person… … It’s too, too… … .”

“Are you feeling stuffy?”

“Yeah! That! It’s frustrating!”

This isn’t something to please a child.

But most drunk people become like children.

Seongpil was no exception. Of course, the number of times Seongpil got drunk in front of Shin A-reum was very small.

Shin A-reum sometimes wants to see Sung-pil when he’s drunk. No, not sometimes, but often. Sung-pil becomes much more lively than usual when he’s drunk.

“Beautiful… … .”

Joara hugged Shinareum tightly.

I hope Joara doesn’t become fat.

“But you just have to be satisfied. That’s what the team leader emphasizes every day. Artistry. If you have conviction, if you really think it’s good, then just keep pushing forward, right?”

“So, after that, after hearing those words from the teacher and the uncle… … .”

I showed it to Joara too.

Suddenly, I started to see my own shortcomings in dancing ‘badly’. I couldn’t possibly feel like practicing like that.

So today I decided to have a drink with Shin A-reum.

“What am I worse than that person… … . Is that person really tall… … ? Is he a ginger? Is that why dancing doesn’t suit me… … ?”

“I told you, Team Leader, you don’t have a girlfriend.”

“How can you be so sure!”

“I don’t know either.”

Actually, there was a reason, but I didn’t want to tell Joara. If I told her, even if she was drunk, she would be shocked and say, ‘What the…?’

“Ugh, uhm, my dancing was like X or XX, so the old man said let’s change it… … !”

“Oh, you’re right! It’s true that the team leader has a girlfriend! It’s really bad, isn’t it? How could he deceive us!”

“My words!”

30 minutes later, Joara collapsed. She was lying on the chair like a corpse, snoring. Shinareum looked at her with a sigh.

I don’t want to admit it, but.

‘This kid thinks exactly like me.’

Shin A-reum feels a sense of rivalry towards Kaius, but those feelings have been diluted considerably.

Rather, what Shin A-reum finds annoying are the Darkest. The legends of the idol world who have already retired and cannot be followed or used as reference.

One of those legends is currently in Garo Enter.

‘I’d rather at least be visible.’

Shin A-reum gently brushed a few strands of hair off Jo A-ra’s cheek with her hand.

‘He’s trying to fight a human who can’t even be seen, no, who doesn’t even exist.’

Shin A-reum roughly cleaned up the surroundings and tried to lift Jo A-ra up.

At that moment, Joara muttered.

“I love you… … .”

Shin Areum paused.

It feels like the blood vessels in my fingertips are filled with ice and are cold and tingly.

So I asked.

“Dance?”

“yes…….”

Shin A-reum tried to lift her with her stiff hands, but she couldn’t.

“This bitch is so heavy!”

Shin A-reum had no choice but to call Jang Ha-yang.

Jang Ha-yang woke up, but went up to the rooftop with a smile on his lips. Then, he quickly lifted Jo A-ra, who Shin A-reum had been unable to lift at all, and went down the stairs.

“Hey, be careful, sis. Don’t fall.”

“Hahaha, it’s okay.”

As we entered the room and laid Joara on the bed, Baek Seol-ha and Rika gathered around.

The four people looked down at Joara lying on the bed.

Snow White said worriedly.

“I think Araga is feeling a lot of pressure.”

“Of course! The opponents are Ginger from Caius and Mr. So-and-so from Globe!”

“Jiyu.”

Rika is strangely bad at remembering the names of Globe members.

Shin Areum thought that maybe Rika was ignoring Globe on purpose.

“Your opponent is Jiyu! Ara-chan is pitiful… … .”

Rika tried to put her lips on Joara’s cheek while she was drunk. Baek Seol-ha immediately grabbed her neck and stopped her.

“Is there any way we can help?”

“Sigh, Teacher, it was a joke! Let me go! Itai (it hurts)!”

“What are we going to do?”

Shin A-reum crossed her arms and looked at Jo A-ra with a dissatisfied look.

“It’s up to him to figure out what to do.”

“however.”

Jang Ha-yang said, gently stroking Jo Ara’s hair.

“Just like you said, Ara must have felt a lot of pressure. She cried a lot. Look at her slap on the cheek.”

“… … .”

Well, that’s mostly because of the story that Seongpil had a girlfriend.

“Yeah, Joe. He’s having a hard time.”

Shin A-reum was careful with her words.

* * *

The competition that Min Si-hwa participated in was held on the weekend. It seemed to be to accommodate the participants and increase the attendance rate.

Seongpil and Joara rode in a car and headed to the sports stadium where the competition was being held.

On the way, Joara just stared blankly out the passenger window. When Seongpil came to pick her up, she just nodded her head dryly.

“Araya.”

Even though Sungpil called, Jo Ara didn’t look back.

But Seongpil knew she was listening.

Because I’ve known her for a long time in my past life, I’ve seen her get angry a lot.

‘no.’

Let’s stop thinking about Joara from our past lives.

‘What I’m facing now is Ara.’

The one and only Joara.

He is a unique human being who chose the path of an idol rather than a dancer, something Sungpil has never experienced before.

“Sorry.”

Joara didn’t seem to react, but when Seongpil said, “I’m sorry,” she flinched slightly.

“It was a rude request to change the choreography.”

The reason Sungpil suggested changing the choreography was because Jo Ara felt like she was lacking compared to others.

Not only was Joara hurt, but her pride was also crushed.

“But I gave you that choreography because I thought it would suit you best. And it still does. There’s no one on this planet who would suit that choreography better than you.”

Joara’s face was reflected in the window.

Joara seemed to be frowning with some emotion.

“And, I respect your opinion. If I or someone else says that your dancing is lacking, it’s because you’re not trying hard enough. I honestly think it’s great that you say that. I’m not being sarcastic, I’m being serious.”

When a wall appears, don’t look for another reason to go around it.

Just climb and break and move forward.

Some might call it stubbornness, but Seongpil would like to call it determination.

When I decide to study, instead of searching for things like ‘how to study’ or ‘study motivation videos’ on iTube, I devote myself to studying even though I am not good at it.

Seongpil understood Joara’s will with that kind of sincerity.

“I apologize again. I’m sorry. And I’ll support you.”

Seongpil focused on driving again.

There was silence for a while.

After a while, Jo Ara slowly looked at Seongpil.

“Did the ‘Bad’ choreography really come from that old man’s girlfriend?”

“Ex-girlfriend.”

“Shin A-reum said that uncle doesn’t have a girlfriend.”

“… … .”

“Okay. I guess there’s something my daughter doesn’t know. Well, I’ll just pretend like nothing happened this time. I’m just letting you off easy because you said it nicely.”

“……thanks.”

“You think I’m too low, so let’s change your opinion this time. Do you understand? No matter how great the choreographer of ‘Bad’ is, I’m an idol.”

Due to the nature of his job, Sungpil gets to know quite a few dancers and choreographers. They also have a hardship they face due to their job: being compared to idols.

‘If you’re a dancer, once you see a dance, do you immediately follow it and memorize it?’

The answer to that question, of course, will vary from person to person, but of course it is ‘no’.

People usually see idols learning dance moves quickly and assume that dancers and choreographers can do the same.

However, idols’ job itself is to memorize dances that someone else created. It is an ability that is developed by copying tens, hundreds, and thousands of choreography since they were trainees.

That ability becomes useful only when they become idols. They quickly learn the choreography that they are given when they join the group, and practice only that choreography for several months until their comeback to perfect it.

“I’m sure you’ll be surprisingly skilled in a few days. Watch carefully. Tell me later how you compare to that human. Got it?”

“Yeah, I understand.”

“And earlier, sir, you said something wrong.”

“uh?”

Seongpil was nervous. He was afraid that Joara would grab hold of something and attack him.

But instead of biting Sungpil, Joara smiled wryly.

“There is no one on earth who fits that choreography better than me.”

“That… … why?”

“You look better as an old man.”

Seongpil was left dazed after being exposed to a plot that had never been seen before.

“But, I’ll dance better this time. I’ll master the dance moves you taught me perfectly without making a single mistake, and I’ll make you forget about that ex-girlfriend.”

* * *

“Teacher, teacher!”

As soon as Jo Ara found Min Si-hwa, she ran to her. Seong-pil followed her and looked around.

The stage is set in the main stadium.

Before that, the dancers participating in the competition gather in a large hall that can accommodate hundreds of people.

Numerous dancers were sitting all over the floor, changing their clothes, touching up their makeup, and chatting with their partners or acquaintances.

Min Si-hwa was the same.

“Oh, hello, Teacher Seo.”

“Araya, it’s been a while.”

Seo Hak-jun, the husband of Min Si-hwa, who was in charge of choreography for ‘Arabesque’, was also there. Naturally, he will participate in this competition as Min Si-hwa’s partner.

“Wow, Teacher, what the heck hahaha!”

Jo Ara burst into laughter when she saw Seo Hak-jun’s appearance.

Seo Hak-jun awkwardly raised the corners of his mouth, perhaps out of embarrassment.

He was wearing a heavy tuxedo, shiny shoes, and his hair was slicked back.

“Teacher, what’s wrong with your nose! Did you make it twice as tall with plastic surgery? Your makeup is better than that of any idol!”

“Hey, if we don’t do this, we won’t be able to catch the judges’ attention… … .”

Seo Hak-jun looked into the hand mirror while sweating profusely at the comment that his makeup was heavier than that of an idol.

That was when.

Min Si-hwa gently placed her hand on Seo Hak-jun’s cheek and turned him toward her. She stared intently at Seo Hak-jun’s face and nodded.

“It’s so cool, but why is it like that?”

“No, if you speak so seriously, what would that make me, teacher…?”

Jo Ara suddenly found herself in a situation where she had insulted another man’s spouse. She asked Sungpil for help.

Seongpil gently joined the conversation.

“Teacher Min is originally an instructor, so he’ll be good at it. Teacher Seo, are you good at dance sports?”

“I used to be good at it. You know, I completely turned into a choreographer. I’m more confident in idol dancing.”

“You must have had a hard time practicing.”

“I didn’t practice.”

As she said that, Min Si-hwa got up. She took off the cloak that had been wrapped around her shoulders and covering her body.

He had been moving his arms inside his cloak as if he was fidgeting for a while, and it seemed like he was changing his clothes.

“and…….”

Joara covered her mouth.

Min Si-hwa was wearing a red dress. Compared to Seo Hak-jun, she looked much more splendid.

The dress wasn’t just any dress.

Blood-red roses were engraved from her right shoulder to her right hip. Her shoulders and back were completely open, and the contrast of apricot and red made her look even more sensual.

“mister.”

Joara poked Seongpil’s side.

Then, Seongpil, who had been looking at another man’s spouse as if possessed, barely came to his senses.

“Oh, you are beautiful.”

“Hakjun, did you hear? This guy said I’m beautiful. What do you want to do?”

“No, teacher, why are you like that, hehe.”

As Sungpil smiled innocently as if trying to clear up the misunderstanding, a glove flew towards his chest. It was Seo Hakjun who took off the glove he was wearing and threw it at Sungpil.

“I challenge you to a duel.”

“yes?!”

“I too have many sins at this age.”

“Pick it.”

“What?!”

As the four of them were joking around, eight people came rushing in from the door.

“teacher!”

“It’s been so long!”

They were disciples of Min Si-hwa and Seo Hak-jun.

The contrast was truly striking.

The four of them were dressed in sporty attire that allowed them to move around comfortably, and their personalities were clearly evident. They were probably Seo Hak-jun’s disciples.

And the other four seemed to be very formal, even though they were there to cheer. They must be Min Si-hwa’s disciples.

“I want to see you dance again before I die!”

A woman in her late twenties spoke in a high-pitched voice. She admired Min Si-hwa’s clothes. Mostly, she looked at her chest, which seemed to gather the soul.

Min Si-hwa’s disciples were busy praising Min Si-hwa.

In comparison, Seo Hak-jun’s disciples…

“Hey, let’s take a picture of this and upload it to StarGraph.”

“Teacher, smile, smile!”

He was very keen on teasing Seo Hak-jun.

Seo Hak-jun was forced to take a photo by his students. The tears forming in his eyes were not just Seong-pil’s illusion.

After a quick photo time, some people started to recognize Jo Ara.

“It’s the Soviet Union!”

That shout drew attention from all directions.

The man who shouted “Soviet Union” bowed his head in shame, even though it was Jo Ara who should be embarrassed.

Joara skillfully provided fan service.

“Want to take a picture?”

“yes!”

The photo time continued again.

Then Min Si-hwa, Seo Hak-jun, and the students talked. Seong-pil and Jo A-ra began to worry about whether they should leave.

I didn’t have the confidence to blend into that intimacy.

“there.”

At that moment, Min Si-hwa approached Jo A-ra.

“Look carefully. You will feel something.”

“ah…….”

Now that I think about it, Min Si-hwa said, “I’ll tell a story through dance.” Jo Ara was completely shocked by Sung-pil’s shocking remark.

“The choreography we’re going to see today was created by Hakjun. A long time ago. Probably… … .”

Min Si-hwa explained various things to Jo A-ra in a soft voice. It was a deep discussion about the dancer’s autonomy and creativity, or imitation.

The disciples were amazed.

While the other contestants were too nervous to even glance at each other because the competition was about to begin, Min Si-hwa was calmly teaching Jo A-ra.

“This is my last dance. If you don’t learn it here, I don’t have the confidence to teach you with words. Do you understand?”

“Well, yeah. More or less.”

“It won’t work if you’re just being vague, guys.”

Min Si-hwa asked his disciples.

“Take this kid to a place where he can be seen well.”

* * *

Seongpil and Joara followed his disciples.

Since there weren’t many spectators, I was able to sit on the first floor close to the stage. The contestants waiting for their turn stood on the outskirts of the stadium, rolling their eyes as if they were anxious about the stage.

First hit.

The designated participants were positioned here and there on the stadium, or rather, the stage, at a set distance from each other.

Jo Ara was amazed when she saw Min Si-hwa.

“Teacher, teacher, look at your back. You can see your muscles.”

Min Si-hwa’s back was so well developed that one could guess what kind of exercise she was doing.

Indeed, Seongpil couldn’t help but be impressed.

You will have enough strength to easily withstand someone pushing you from the side.

“It’s a shame. You’ve done so well, but now you say you’re quitting.”

“Teacher, how old are you? You say you’re in good shape?”

“Isn’t the very term ‘Last Dance’ sad? I could have continued on. Look, there are quite a few older people. Maybe it’s because it’s an unofficial match.”

Seongpil also had the same thoughts as Joara.

If you like dancing, it would be nice to go out and satisfy your desires, even if it’s only in informal matches. Is it because you don’t have a partner?

“Last Dance, huh… … .”

The last dance is a dance at a party where a man and a woman finally confirm their feelings for each other. Or, it is popularly used to mean ‘last chance’.

It was a meaningful word.

“ah.”

At that moment, Min Si-hwa’s disciple standing next to Jo Ara let out a groan of embarrassment.

“You came here without knowing?”

“yes?”

“The reason why the teacher can’t dance in the future is not because he is simply retiring, but because of an injury.”

“… … Are you injured? Teacher, teacher, are you sick?”

“Yes. It was an Achilles tendon rupture. It happened again several times after rehabilitation, so the doctor told me not to dance in full condition anymore… … .”

The disciple looked at Min Si-hwa as if he felt sorry for her.

“Is that your personality? That is, you want to leave the last moment in a spectacular way. You can’t stand doing it little by little as a hobby.”

It will slowly wither, bloom brilliantly and then die.

Upon hearing those words, Joara’s face turned noticeably pale.

* * *

Min Si-hwa and Seo Hak-jun stood facing each other.

The other contestants had long since taken their positions with their partners. Only Min Si-hwa and Seo Hak-jun were left with their arms hanging down and looking at each other.

“You’re not going to catch it?”

Seo Hak-jun extended his hand in a gentlemanly manner.

“I don’t want to catch it.”

“why?”

“Because this is the last one.”

“Should I stop?”

“It’s not scary.”

Min Si-hwa gently held Seo Hak-jun’s hand.

“I’m so excited, happy, joyful and ecstatic that I don’t want to let this time go.”

Seo Hak-jun supported Min Si-hwa’s back with his hand, held her hand, and created a perfect pose.

The music started playing.

The first event, waltz.

“Hakjun, I have a favor to ask.”

“……huh.”

The last dance.

The world is dancing.