episode_0160

“Still, the important thing is to try out the content you want. Do you have any preferred content?”

We were brainstorming together, trying to figure out what content to create. Unable to decide on one, Daeyoon asked me about my thoughts first.

“Well… I think cooking…”

“Wait a moment.”

Daeyoon took out his phone and navigated through various channels. Somehow, the channel banner or homepage looked familiar. The channel name, mamaben, written in English, felt oddly familiar, so I hesitated for a moment.

“Oh! Isn’t this the channel Da Bin showed me before?”

When I first mentioned wanting to try a cooking channel to Dayoung and Da Bin, Da Bin showed me this channel.

It was a channel where a chef cooks while showcasing their wide heart through a waist shot, without showing their face. This type of content was the main focus of the channel.

“As you can see, despite having 200,000 subscribers, the recent video views…”

The views were only 16,000, which was quite low compared to the subscriber count.

“This isn’t simple. Just focusing on sex appeal doesn’t guarantee success, and only showing cooking isn’t enough either.”

“Well… it’s complicated.”

“Well, of course, this channel initially focused on that appeal, but after receiving warnings from YouTube, they had to tone it down. So, the concept became vague, leading to a decline.”

“So, in the end, is it about the chest?”

I looked down at my chest.

It was definitely exuding a sense of presence that would not be easily forgotten…

“Well… just think about it this way. Let’s try out everything on this list, and then stick to the ones with good responses. Simple, right?”

After thinking for a moment about Daeyoon’s words, I asked, “But is it okay for me to do this Look Book content even though I don’t have much fashion sense?”

Pointing to the Look Book listed among the content ideas, I questioned. Naturally, Daeyoon nodded his head as if it was obvious.

“Ahjumma. Well… Look Book content is not meant for men.”

“Huh?”

A Look Book refers to a collection of photos or videos showing various outfits, usually presented by models or stylists. So, naturally, the target audience would be those who wear the clothes, mainly women.

“Although the original concept may have been like that, the meaning has changed a lot now.”

I searched and found a Look Book video, but all I could find were videos of women in lingerie changing outfits on a clothes rack.

“As you can see, women wouldn’t watch this kind of video, right?”

“Oh… I see.”

“Ugh, ridiculous. Anyway, men…”

“I, I mean, I’m just suggesting ideas now, not… not usually like this…”

Before Daeyoon could finish his sentence, he closed his mouth, feeling the gaze of Dayoung staring at him.

“Okay. You can watch those kinds of videos too. It’s actually helpful.”

“Oh, okay…”

They’re like… how should I put it, it felt like Dayoung was dominating the conversation, but Kim Daeyoon seemed to be following along. It was a strange dynamic, but at the same time, it provided some support.

Rash judgments are forbidden, but still… something about it… hmm.

“Mom, why are you opening your eyes so wide?”

“Oh? No, it’s nothing. Anyway, I didn’t know Look Book was that kind of content.”

“But this also isn’t the perfect solution, as it lacks scalability. Just showing clothes being worn is limited in content, so it might become vague. Oh, um, no. Yes.”

“What’s with the intense scrutiny of people…”

“To be honest, it doesn’t seem like it’ll get boring, but well, it’s not what the ahjumma wants…”

Looking at people’s bodies like that.

Well, it is enjoyable to look at yourself in the mirror while showering. Lately, maybe because my body has improved, I find myself striking poses and feeling a bit excited when looking at the mirror for no reason. But enjoying it alone and doing it in front of others are completely different stories.

“That’s right. Yeah.”

So, for now, let’s save the lookbook as a last resort, and let’s start with something mild (according to Dayoung, it means non-suggestive content).

“For now, let’s start with cooking since the ahjumma should also have fun and enjoy it.”

“Okay, got it.”

-Gurgle.

Just then, Dayoung’s stomach growled.

“Oh, it’s already this late. Oh, Dayoon, you should eat before you go.”

“Yes, yes? But I didn’t tell my mom, and she must be waiting…”

“Ah, I didn’t help you this much just to send you off hungry. Call your mom now. Tell her you’re eating at the neighbor’s house and then leaving.”

“But…”

“Anyway, let’s start with cooking as the first content. Maybe watching you do it in person will be helpful?”

“Yes, senior. As I mentioned on the broadcast yesterday, my mom may not know much, but she’s really good at cooking.”

Pressured by Dayoung, Dayoon quickly took out his phone and called home.

“Yes, mom. I’m… I’m going to eat at a friend’s house for dinner. Huh? Who is it?”

Glancing at me and Dayoung, he quickly responded.

“Oh, Jihwi. Yes. We’re going to study together and might come back late. Yes. Okay, I’ll be back by 10. Yes. See you later.”

He hung up the phone and let out a deep sigh.

“Why did you lie?”

Dayoung asked, looking skeptical, and Dayoon mumbled something in response.

“Well, if I say I’m eating at the neighbor’s house, she’ll start nagging again. How did you know, are you close? What’s up with that?”

It didn’t seem like that was the real reason, but since he said so, what could I say? I just nodded in agreement and got up from my seat.

“Anyway, the ahjumma will prepare dinner, so just relax for a bit.”

With that, I left the room.

And then I realized I hadn’t even changed my clothes yet.

I went into the bedroom and changed into comfortable clothes (a casual dress). I had accumulated quite a collection of casual dresses in various colors and designs from shopping whenever I found something comfortable or nice-looking.

After admiring them for a moment, I closed the closet door and headed to the kitchen.

Just then, I heard the sound of the front door opening.

“I’m back!”

It was Davin, back from school.

“Davin, you’re back?”

“Oh? Mom, you’re home early today?”

“Yes, luckily the project is finished. From now on, if nothing comes up, I plan to leave work on time.”

“Oh, really? Youngsoo was so worried that you weren’t coming, he was losing his mind. Hehe.”

Recently, I had been too busy to even do personal training, so I would go late and do some individual exercise. That was enough to maintain, but my trainer, Youngsoo, seemed to aim for more.

Not long ago, he called and said, “Nuna, you have a body type that builds muscles really well. It’s a blessing. So let’s aim for a competition.”

So, I didn’t really want to build those bulky muscles.

“Oh, just come once. Come and talk about it.”

“I’ve never seen it like this before. It used to be a fitness center that switched to 24-hour operation after the gathering ban and mask restrictions were lifted, and I’ve been going there late at night recently, so it makes sense.”

“Well, today might be a bit tough, but I should go at least once by the end of this week. Yeah. Let’s go, unpack our bags, change clothes, and come back. Let’s have dinner.”

“Wow! We’re actually going to have a proper dinner tonight!”

Even though we usually had proper meals prepared, what Davin was talking about was probably something different. I thought he was referring to a family gathering where all of us – me, Dayoung, and Davin – would be present.

“Yeah, so let’s go wash our hands and feet quickly.”

“Okay!”

Seeing Davin lively and energetic, I couldn’t help but feel pleased.

“Alright. Shall we give it our all today?”

I rummaged through the fridge for a moment, contemplating what to prepare, when I noticed the marinated bulgogi that I had moved from the freezer yesterday.

“Bulgogi sounds good.”

It’s not Korean beef, but it’s still prime-grade American beef. It should undoubtedly be delicious.

Once I decided on the menu, the preparation was a breeze. Of course, it was based on my standards, and it probably took about 40 minutes in total.

And as I looked at the generously prepared table, I smiled with satisfaction and shouted loudly, “Kids, come eat!”

Soon, the kids came out of their rooms.

And then…

“Who are you?”

Davin looked at Daeyoon with a puzzled expression and asked.

“Um… I’m…”

“Say hello, Davin. This is Nuna’s school senior. Your name was… Kim, right?”

“Oh, yeah. I’m Kim Daeyoon. Nice to meet you.”

Daeyoon introduced herself passively, feeling intimidated by Davin’s curious gaze.

“So, why is Nuna’s school senior here…? Could it be…?”

As Davin exchanged meaningful glances with Daeyoon and Daeyoon, Daeyoon quickly raised his hand and denied it.

“It’s not like that. I’m just here to… um…”

“Just here to…?”

“Davin, what’s with your attitude? Daeyoon is here to give advice on something related to YouTube that Mom doesn’t know much about. Like a trainer? Assistant? Teacher? Something like that.”

“Trainer… Teacher… Assistant?!”

-Thunk!

Daeyoon slapped his forehead loudly.

“Ha, now I’m confused.”