Ch.177Who do you think you are? You’re not Kim Donghu, so don’t get cocky.

Japanese Career Bank.

“He’s so immature, so immature.”

Group headquarters.

“He’s a high school student now, but still only interested in watching childish things.”

Vice President Kiyao Masachi.

He had one concern.

“Maybe it’s because his father earns too much money.”

It was because of his son, Kiyao Kaito.

Is living well the problem? Is it because he’s had everything he wanted since childhood?

He’s immature.

Extremely immature.

“Kamen Rider…”

Well, should I be grateful it’s not a Super Sentai show at least?

Kamen Rider is for a slightly older audience.

But honestly, they’re basically the same thing.

Either way, it looks childish to others.

“I’d like to brag about my son, but he needs to have something worth bragging about.”

This was the essence of his concern.

He wanted to boast about his son but had nothing to boast about.

Other sons study hard and handle college admissions smoothly on their own.

‘My son only cares about luxury brands or Kamen Rider.’

How should I raise him?

‘Today he’s going to look at the Louis Vuitton Supreme collaboration again.’

The more he thought about it, the more his worries grew.

++++++

“The filming date is May 3rd.”

“It’s because of his condition, right?”

“Yeah, probably? Will You Marry Me? will be shot around… the third week? I think that’s when we’ll film it.”

Busy.

“That’s good, then we can go straight to Korea and finish the remaining shoots.”

As if making up for what we couldn’t do before.

2017 was turning out to be an extremely busy year.

But what makes these schedules bearable is:

『Historic first! Our Fake Marriage maintains 15% viewership!』

『Our Fake Marriage, next episode preview shows sweet college assignment date!』

『Surge in college gym demand! Fit college students raise the bar for art students』

『Kim Donghu has cast a spell! Returning art student creates powerful fantasy! “Huh? Where’s the oppa I was looking for?”』

These amusing headlines that occasionally appear online.

Since the projects I’m filming in Korea are getting good responses.

Those responses have become the driving force that helps me work harder.

“That’s not it.”

“Pardon?”

“I can see what you’re thinking on your face. But that’s not it.”

“What exactly isn’t it…?”

“The reason you can endure isn’t for fan appreciation or anything like that—it’s your consistent supplement intake, balanced diet, and two hours of daily exercise.”

“…”

What? Can Seokho hyung read my mind?

That can’t be right. But it’s unsettling how he sometimes sees right through me.

“No alcohol, no smoking, early to bed and early to rise, with occasional naps. You manage your condition almost too perfectly.”

You even get massages regularly to loosen your muscles.

Seokho hyung insisted that fan appreciation absolutely does not improve physical stamina.

“I’ve seen many actors like that—actors who push themselves too hard, who burn themselves out trying to meet people’s expectations—but none of that matters.”

People whose bodies are their assets need to prioritize health management.

And that health management comes from maintaining good condition.

Why is Seokho hyung suddenly giving this long-winded explanation?

The reason is:

“So you’re trying to justify booking this ultra-luxury room at a five-star hotel?”

Because our accommodations are extremely expensive.

“Yeah, yeah… Miju keeps saying this room is too expensive.”

“Well, it is over a hundred per night, so it is expensive.”

“But! You need to stay in places like this to maintain good condition! Our star is staying here!”

Just as he was trying to find a reasonable justification for the cost:

“Wait, what does where a star stays have to do with us?”

Right on cue, stylist Miju noona chimed in with her criticism.

“It does, it does. When staff are in good condition, they can take better care of the actor.”

“I can understand that for the stylist, but… why you, CEO?”

“I’m Donghu’s manager.”

“You’re still keeping up that concept?”

“Ahem, it’s not a concept—I really am Donghu’s manager.”

“…If you say so.”

Miju noona looked at Seokho hyung with cold eyes before shrugging her shoulders.

Her expression said it was better to just let it go.

She probably reacted that way because she wasn’t used to such luxury.

“But I heard Kim Jones is coming too. Is that true?”

Miju noona’s eyes sparkled as she said this.

Being interested in fashion,

she was clearly excited about the news that Louis Vuitton’s men’s collection artistic director was coming.

“Yeah, he’s coming. A few other designers are coming too, I heard?”

“What? So many people are coming just for a lookbook shoot?”

“They probably want to see Donghu. Honestly, if it weren’t for the military service issue, Donghu would be in Paris right now.”

France, Paris.

When I think of that place, only one person comes to mind.

‘I wonder how Yerim is doing.’

After our intense relationship.

We haven’t contacted each other, as if by mutual agreement.

For a passionate reunion later.

I hear news about how she’s doing,

but I never reach out after hearing it.

I wonder how impressive she’ll be when she returns.

I’m looking forward to it.

‘I heard it takes about 3 years.’

So about 2 and a half years left?

Thinking about that:

“I’m going to rest a bit.”

“Oh, sure, Donghu, get some good rest!”

“Then I’ll go shopping and come back.”

“Okay! I’ll take care of some work!”

I went straight to my room.

Now I’m over twenty years old.

I’ve become an adult, and like in Our Fake Marriage, I could even register for marriage right now if I wanted to.

In this situation:

“I want it all.”

Greed was gradually growing inside me.

++++++

May 3rd.

Japan’s Karaken large studio.

“Hmm, I don’t like this environment at all.”

“I agree. To think we have to see our muse’s face in a place like this.”

“Wasn’t there a more sophisticated studio? I respect the decision, of course, but it doesn’t feel very Louis Vuitton…”

The trio dressed head-to-toe in Louis Vuitton kept complaining incessantly.

“Can’t you just stay quiet?”

“…”

At the artistic director Kim Jones’s words, they suddenly shut their mouths as if they’d never spoken.

“You didn’t have to come, yet you came anyway, and now this.”

“Is it fair that only you get to see Donghu Kim?”

“Being Louis Vuitton’s muse means everyone at Louis Vuitton should be able to see him.”

“Besides, since this is the first shoot! We naturally need to show our sincerity!”

But they quickly fired back, unable to accept the suggestion that they shouldn’t have come.

After emphasizing that monopolizing Kim Donghu was absolutely unacceptable,

the time was now one hour before the shoot.

Creak.

“Hello.”

The door to the studio opened, and Kim Donghu, whom they had been waiting for, appeared.

“Ooh la la!”

“Bravo!”

“Génial!”

Exclamations immediately burst from the trio’s mouths.

Starting with the sophisticated Louis Vuitton outfit from top to bottom.

The casual touch of appropriately matched sneakers.

And the Richard Mille watch that harmoniously tied everything together.

His incredible proportions, looks, and physique left them speechless.

With his perfect styling on top of that, they couldn’t help but admire him.

Truly Louis Vuitton’s muse.

Walking sophistication, intensity, elegance, beauty.

He was Louis Vuitton incarnate.

Inspiration struck their minds the moment they saw him walk in.

At least five designs immediately came to mind.

They felt a crazy desire to put this man on the fashion show runway as soon as possible.

“That’s not what today is about.”

Noticing the trio’s drooling, Kim Jones,

with an equally disappointed face, brought out the prepared clothes.

Louis Vuitton X Supreme collaboration.

Since the clothes were already produced, it was impossible to add anything more.

“Today we’re only shooting these.”

“Ah… this is outrageous.”

“Mon Dieu!”

“Oh non!”

The trio immediately despaired at Kim Jones’s words.

But what couldn’t be helped couldn’t be helped.

However:

“I know I haven’t been fulfilling my responsibilities as a muse. So if you have time, I’ll actively cooperate while I’m in Japan.”

An unexpected response came from Kim Donghu’s lips.

But what was even more surprising was:

“D-do you speak French?”

“Yes, I can speak a little.”

“But we definitely used English during the meeting…”

“Ah, I studied with a French script. So really, I only speak a little.”

“No… that’s not ‘a little’—it’s extremely proficient.”

He spoke French too well.

How could he be this good?

His pronunciation and naturalness were so good that you could imagine a native speaker if you closed your eyes.

“D-Donghu, you can speak French too?!”

“I’m really scared by how multi-talented my client is—what if he gets good at styling too?”

Even the people who came with him seemed surprised by this fact they didn’t know.

After the momentary shock subsided:

“But what do you mean by cooperating?”

“Oh, cooperating as a muse. I’ve received so much consideration, I should do what I can too.”

“Ooh la la… good, good.”

Kim Jones responded as calmly as possible, but:

‘This is insane! This is MY muse, you bastards!’

In his heart, he was already clapping like a seal.

The desire to show this to the world was growing rapidly.

“We’ll start with the lookbook shoot. The clothes are all set up, so please put them on in order and come out.”

“Yes, understood.”

While Kim Donghu went to the changing room:

The trio went wild.

“He said he’d cooperate, right? In French?!”

“He can speak our language, and extremely well!”

“If I’d known this, I would have learned Korean too, oh non!”

To think he could speak French this well.

He showed such courtesy while we were only thinking of our own desires!

They wanted to reflect on their behavior.

“As a sign of reflection… we should watch from a distance.”

“The shooting isn’t our domain anyway.”

“Let’s just leave Kim Jones and ahem… watch from afar.”

So as they were quietly backing away to avoid being a disturbance:

Bump.

They bumped into someone.

“Hmm?”

“Huh?”

“Hmm?”

But the very fact was strange.

They had rented the entire place, so who could be here?

What’s going on? As they wondered:

“Ah… may I watch?”

The person they bumped into spoke first.

He can speak French too? Though his pronunciation isn’t great.

“I’m Kiyao Kaito. I’m very interested in luxury brands.”

Followed by an unexpected self-introduction.

The trio’s response was predetermined:

“So what? Please leave.”

“I see? Please leave.”

“Is that so? Please leave.”

Who are you? You’re not Kim Donghu, so don’t get cocky.