episode_0118
by admin#118
“Hey, Manager. What took you so long?”
When I opened the door and stepped into the living room, a middle-aged man sat naked on the sofa, smoking a cigarette.
His slightly limp dick looked shiny—seemed like he’d already finished once.
No other men or the kids were in sight. From the faint moans coming from the room across, they must’ve moved to the bedroom. The sound of running water echoed from the shower.
“…There was a filming request, so I was delayed.”
I showed him the camcorder in my hand.
I’d forgotten to put it down before coming out.
“Ah~. That filming thing? The video messages for fans, right?”
“…Yes.”
Seemed like he’d seen it plenty of times before.
“That CEO of yours is oddly into that stuff… I don’t get it.”
“……?”
“Not for fans, but for… well, people closer to them. Like family, you know? That’s when the videos really hit different.”
The man spoke casually, exhaling smoke.
“Fans? They’re just people who’ve accepted they’ll never touch these kids anyway. What’s the point of feeling superior over them? Get what I’m saying?”
“Yes……”
The man kept rambling, spouting his half-baked philosophy.
Must’ve been having a moment of clarity.
“Well… idols have people closer to them too. Producers they worked hard with, agency heads. Or real family who genuinely support them.”
He finished his cigarette and tossed it into a half-empty bottle of liquor.
Didn’t seem to care at all.
“Videos for those people… the kids react better, and the footage turns out great. It’s just a personal hobby, but… my point is, there are different ways to enjoy things. That’s all.”
Without being asked, he kept talking about his hobby before lighting another cigarette.
I quickly picked up the lighter and lit it for him.
This was just part of a manager’s job—my body moved on instinct.
“Nice.”
The man stood up and grabbed his jacket from the hanger.
He pulled out a wallet from the pocket and started counting cash.
“This should do. Pocket money.”
A stack of 50,000-won bills—too many to count at a glance.
For someone like me, barely making over 200 a month, this was more than a week’s worth of pay.
“……Thank you.”
I quickly took it before he could change his mind, bowing at a perfect 90 degrees.
“The kids today were good. , was it?”
“Yes. That’s correct. .”
I made sure to reinforce our group’s name in case he’d forgotten.
“I’ll remember.”
“Thank you.”
Pocket money and support for broadcasts.
For that alone, I bowed my head again to the old man who’d just finished fucking our kids.
“I’m done showering… Oh.”
Just then, Harin stepped out of the shower.
The faint moans from the other room were still going. So then…
This man’s partner must’ve been Harin.
“CEO-nim. You’re back?”
Harin was casually drying her hair, wearing nothing but a towel.
“Ah… Yeah. Had some errands.”
“Ah~. Is it about the condoms? The CEO was complaining earlier that there weren’t any.”
“Yeah… That.”
“I definitely told Producer Park to stock up. Guess the message didn’t get through. Can’t just go raw like that, it’s dangerous…”
The man plopped back onto the sofa, puffing away at his cigarette.
“So I came on her face, but it got all over her hair, eyebrows, everywhere. Looked messy. Told her to wash off her makeup and shower, and now she’s finally out.”
“Ah… Sorry for the delay.”
Harin wrapped the towel around her head and hurried to the sofa, sitting right next to the man.
He casually draped an arm over her shoulder.
“Harin’s bare face isn’t bad. You get work done?”
“N… No. It’s natural.”
“Really? These days, most trainees get fixes. You’re saying it’s really natural?”
“……Yes.”
It really was natural.
Her middle and high school graduation photos proved it.
No—more than that, I’d been watching her for six years. I was living proof.
“Break’s over. Let’s finish this smoke and get started.”
“Ah… Yes! CEO-nim.”
Harin smiled sweetly at him, calling him “CEO.”
Once that cigarette burned out, it’d start again.
I wanted to stay and watch, but I had other things to do.
“I’ll go run that errand now.”
“Ah, the condoms? The other room too?”
“Yes.”
“Should’ve prepared in advance. Some of them won’t use anything but their own brand.”
“…I was in a rush… My mistake.”
“Nah, it’s fine. I’m not that strict.”
“CEO-nim! Thank you for forgiving us!”
Harin bowed her head before I could.
I silently followed suit.
Watching us, the CEO muttered under his breath.
“……If you’re fine going raw this time too.”
“……Huh?”
“I mean, the manager’s got a camcorder… I don’t mind skipping the condom.”
I had no idea what he was getting at.
Just moments ago, he was complaining about the risk—what changed?
“What I’m saying is… let’s film something fun here. Had a good idea.”
Ash fell from the CEO’s cigarette.
The shortened stick signaled time was running out.
“…A good idea?”
“Harin… You got someone special?”
………
My body froze instantly.
Why… was he asking that now?
“Someone… special?”
“Like, a scandal? Someone you’re secretly dating? I don’t follow celeb news, so I don’t know who’s dating who.”
“Ah… I see.”
“So. Someone you love… got that?”
The CEO’s eyes roamed over Harin’s body.
For a split second, Harin’s gaze met mine—then she deliberately avoided looking at me.
If we made eye contact now… he might realize we were lovers.
Harin was being smart.
“Someone I love…….”
“Yeah. A lover. Family’s fine too.”
Why was he asking this?
I had an idea.
That pointless speech he’d given earlier—now I understood what it meant.
“Relax. I won’t blab. You don’t have to say who. Just tell me if there’s someone.”
“…….”
The CEO leaned closer, coaxing an answer.
After fidgeting for a while, Harin finally spoke carefully.
“……There is.”
“Ah, really? Who? A lover?”
“…A lover…….”
“Like a boyfriend?”
“……Yes.”
“I see… Not judging. I’m not trying to date you or anything. Pretty girls like you not dating would be weirder. Not my business.”
“……Then…?”
“That lover… boyfriend… whatever. Let’s make a little keepsake video for them.”
The CEO’s eyes shifted to the camcorder in my hand.
Harin’s gaze followed—locking onto the camcorder, then meeting my eyes.
Both of us instantly understood what this man wanted.
*
“Alright, Harin. Look at the camera.”
“Ah……. Okay.”
“Manager. You got it rolling?”
“……Yes. It’s recording.”
“Tell me if the battery’s low.”
“About an hour left.”
“Plenty.”
On the camcorder screen, Harin and the CEO sat side by side on the sofa, facing the lens.
A small ●REC symbol hovered above Harin’s head.
“Just do what I said earlier.”
“While… looking at the camera?”
“Yeah.”
“Ahh……. ……Okay.”
Harin’s eyes met the lens.
An idol’s practiced gaze.
On screen, she waved softly.
“Hello……”
“Like you’re talking to your lover, okay? Hm?”
“I, I… use honorifics with him.”
For a moment, it felt like Harin’s eyes met mine through the camera.
No—it wasn’t my imagination. She was deliberately speaking for me.
“Huh? Really? First time I’ve seen that.”
“I-It’s just… habit. Can I keep using them…?”
“Give it a try.”
“…Okay. H-Hello. Mr……”
Harin cut herself off before finishing.
“Hm? What’s wrong?”
“Do I… have to say their name?”
“Nah. Hide it if you want. Just pick a title. Most just say ‘oppa.’”
“Oppa… I’ve never called anyone that… I’ll pick something else.”
“Whatever you want.”
“Okay……. Thank you. Then, again….”
Harin’s face turned back to the camera.
If she said “Manager-nim,” he’d guess it was me.
So what would she call me instead?
Oppa.
Wouldn’t mind hearing that. …Just a little.
Bitterly, I realized Harin had never called me that before.
Felt a slight distance between us.
But our relationship wasn’t so fragile that a single term of endearment would shake it.
Six years of history—what we had wasn’t that shallow.
“Um… It’s just a concept, but… I’ll pretend you’re really watching this… and send it to you.”
Harin was unmistakably speaking to me.
This was a video letter—for me.
Right in front of me, as the one filming.
A real video letter, disguised as a concept.
And finally, Harin addressed the “viewer” of this video—not as “Manager-nim,” but something else.
“Hello…. ………PD-nim.”
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