Chapter 462

After arriving at the music video shooting set, the leader White called the other three members.

““One, two, three. Hello, we are Envy!””

With White’s lead, everyone synchronized their greetings.

“Wow, so cute! What should we do!”

“Nice to meet you, Namé-nim!”

“Hello to your friend Namé next to you! What’s your name? Your hair is pretty, did you dye it red?”

“Um, I’m Seoyuna, and my hair isn’t dyed; it’s natural red, Yuna unnie…!”

“What? Natural red? That’s amazing! Do teachers at school say anything?”

“They only mentioned it a bit at first.”

Encountering the real-life idols, Yuna, who had become a fan, acted a bit spaced out.

Meanwhile, the filming staff quietly called me out.

It was a procedure I had already become familiar with from several previous advertisements.

“Yuna, play with the older sisters here. I’ll go get my makeup done.”

“Huh, so you want me to be alone?”

Yuna, experiencing separation anxiety, made a troubled expression.

“How about we all go together?”

“Oh, that sounds good. Do you want to go see Namé getting her hair done with the unnie?”

“Yes, I want to!”

“Then let’s get going.”

The Envy members formed a train, with Yuna at the front holding onto the shoulders of the person in front.

I slightly quickened my pace to avoid joining that line.

The studio was dark except for the shooting area.

Following the staff’s guidance, I passed through a dark hallway and entered a brightly lit room.

“Hello, Namé-nim! You can sit here.”

“Designer unnie, we’re here too!”

“Yuna, let’s sit over there and watch Namé getting her hair done.”

“Namé-nim, the camera will be placed in front of this mirror.”

“Is it like a behind-the-scenes video?”

“Oh, I see you’ve done this more than once. You’re totally a pro!”

“Haha, yes, I’ve done it several times when shooting ads before.”

It was just as expected.

“Then, shall we not touch your hair this time? I heard that Namé prefers not to have her hairstyle changed from the designer colleagues.”

I pondered for a moment and replied.

“Could you only use a comb and not touch it with your hands?”

“Yes, understood. Since I’ll mainly focus on the pieces, there won’t be any major changes to the styling.”

“Um, why? Does Namé-nim dislike having her hair touched?”

Rani, who had a bob hairstyle among the four Envy members, came over with curious eyes.

“Actually, it’s not much; sometimes when someone pats my hair, I occasionally get a bit of trauma. I hurt my head a bit when I was little. Now I’ve almost—”

“Ah, I’m really sorry, Namé-nim! I’m so sorry, it wasn’t intended at all; I was just purely curious…!”

Rani grabbed my hand and sobbed.

I couldn’t move because I was currently having my hair styled.

I turned my eyes slightly to smile.

“I’ve almost overcome it now.”

“But that’s not just nothing…”

To alleviate the sudden drop in atmosphere, the designer unnie shifted the topic.

“Namé-nim, your face is really small. Your eyes take up half your face. Plus, you have a really pretty head shape. Rani, come see.”

“Wow, it’s round and beautiful!”

“Ah, it’s not that much.”

It’s only natural that at ten years old, my head would be small.

The comparison target was completely off.

“I’ve met a lot of idols, you know? Heads of adults and kids are definitely different. The heads of Envy members are quite small, but with Namé-nim, it feels like if someone touches it wrong, it could just fly away?”

“Be careful, Yoon-gi unnie. Namé-nim’s hair is a national treasure, no, a humanity treasure.”

“What? How much is this hair worth right now? I’m a little scared.”

I attached hairpieces here and there, straightening out my hair that had become messy with the curling iron.

They said that since my skin is quite fair, I hardly needed any blush or lipstick.

“Is your role in the music video as a hostage?”

“That’s what I’ve been told. I haven’t looked at the script in detail, so I’m not sure.”

“I heard from the staff earlier that they asked for your skin to look pale. But if Namé-nim is a hostage, it seems like it would ruin the immersion. Right, Rani?”

“Why? Namé-nim looks cute enough to be kidnapped.”

“Haha, no, that’s not what I meant. I feel like Namé-nim could easily take down the kidnappers all by herself.”

“Whoa…!”

Rani covered her mouth.

“Yikes.”

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that.”

“Me too.”

Looking in the mirror, it seemed the reactions of the other members were roughly similar.

“Is it true? No, no, I didn’t hear anything.”

“I didn’t hear either!”

“Yawn, was something going on?”

It seemed like a huge spoiler had just flashed by, but I decided to keep quiet for now.

“Namé-nim, what’s your MBTI?”

A conversation topic that cannot be left out of small talk had come up.

“I’m ESTJ. E and I are fifty-fifty.”

“Oh, I see. You get told you have leadership a lot, right?”

“Yes, a little?”

“No, what kind of obvious question are you asking the clan leader right now!”

“Ah, right, right. I had completely forgotten.”

“Wow… you really don’t know much about Namé-nim.”

“Do you at least know Namé-nim’s birthday?”

“Yes, of course! June 11, 2043!”

Rani answered proudly.

“Wooah, non-believer!”

“The 10 billion Namé fans won’t forgive you.”

The designer, ridiculed by the idols, went into a shell mode and focused on her work.

“Um, Rani-nim.”

“Yes! Just say it! Did you see, guys? Kyaah, she talked to me first!”

“Lika asked me to send her regards to the Envy sisters.”

“Huh? What do you mean by that…?”

“Actually, I had another reason for coming here.”

Seoyuna and Yujoo, who had been sitting on the couch, jumped up and rushed over.

Youngest White was quietly explaining to confused Yuna.

“Did our Yoonseul, no, Lika, meet? Is she doing well?”

With her long straight hair, Yujoo asked, resting her hand on Yuna’s shoulder.

“Yes. She’s happily living while streaming.”

“Thank goodness… why doesn’t she contact us first…”

“I heard that she changed her phone, so she couldn’t contact us until now.”

“Did Yoonseul say that herself? Wow, that’s ridiculous; when I meet her again, it’s 100 slaps for her.”

“Isn’t it?”

“We tried so hard to contact her first. We also know she’s streaming as a VTuber. PD Kang Jihun originally wanted to debut Yoonseul with us.”

“Then why lie about it?”

“I don’t know. At that time, she just didn’t want to cause trouble for us. Ugh… it’s so ridiculous… she used to say she’d cut all ties. Ugh, if I cry, my makeup will get ruined.”

Leader White came over and squatted down next to me.

“Could you tell me Yoonseul’s phone number, please?”

“Sure. Here it is.”

“Thank you so much. Our members were really worried about Yoonseul. We were afraid something big might happen. We feared she might make a drastic choice. She’s been such a sensitive child since her trainee days.”

That’s true; the Seoyunseul I knew was also someone who got hurt easily.

Easily swayed by public opinion on the internet, and there were many problems that arose because of it.

“Even if the public hates her now, there will come a time when they’ll recognize her kind nature. And even though Yoonseul is sensitive, she surprisingly has a stubborn streak, so don’t worry.”

She had spent the past year wearing the mask of a VTuber while searching for her own happiness.

“Alright, Namé-nim! Your makeup is done! It seems I unintentionally heard some complicated stories. I’ll keep what you told me today a secret until the grave. Have a great shoot!”

“Thank you. You’ve worked really hard.”

I glanced at myself in the mirror.

My long hair flowed smoothly like waves, and my long eyelashes gently framed my eyes like black feathers.

The tired impression was completely eliminated, and I exuded an air as if I hadn’t touched water at all.

“It’s small; Namé, why are you still this small?”

I reincarnated and saved your life, so isn’t it a minimum courtesy for you to grow at least as tall as your previous life?

I got off the chair, stretched my arms out towards the ceiling, and lifted my heels.

In the end, I still didn’t reach the designer’s height.

“Oh, you were tired from sitting for so long. Stretch, that’s right.”

“Ah, so cute!”

“…?”

The women frequently made cute sounds when seeing trivial creatures.

I hoped I was mistaken.

I hurried to the costume room and changed into a black dress that came down to my ankles.

The hem was unnaturally finished in places, as if it had been altered from an existing outfit.

When I stepped out into the shooting set, Seoyuna was sitting next to White, completely engrossed in watching something entertaining.

The camera director and sound director behind them appeared to be curiously peeking in as well.

“Yuna, what are you watching?”

“Ah!”

“Why did she get so surprised? Huh?”

“Haha, Namé-nim is here? Do you want to watch together?”

The White, with her hair in a ponytail, tilted her head with a naive expression.

With each button pressed, the volume increased step by step.

Accompanied by the chaotic electronic background music, the screen transitioned rapidly.

The star of the video was none other than me.

[Are we going to the convenience store together?]

[Uh oh…]

[Please, don’t do that to me!]

[Hmmm hmmm yumm.]

[I won this round, heh.]

[Oppa! I love you!]

[Well, if you want to know, I can’t help but be vague, teehee.]

[Tada! I’ve selected this heartfelt gift just for you!]

‘No way, is this really me?’

This is devilish editing.

No, I’d rather believe this is a deepfake.

However, this wretched memory was vividly replaying the moment I said those lines.

Moreover, the last line was something I said to Adella when I gifted her cosmetics yesterday, right?

It wasn’t “It’s a heartfelt gift!” but rather “It’s a heartfelt gift. There’s a lot, so it’s good.”

Purely devilish editing. To repay kindness with malice.

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‘Saetbyeol unnie.’