Chapter 47
Chapter 47
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 47
Chapter Title: Self-Care
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‘…Does this sister just cling to her phone all day long?’
A few days had passed since Eun-a had properly introduced Choi Yeon-bi to the world of SNS.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Yeon-bi’s account, now set to public.
Her followers had skyrocketed to nearly five thousand, and even a quick glance showed she’d posted over thirty times in just a few days.
‘And not a single one with her face… She must really be into it for the fun of it.’
Eun-a, an avid SNS enthusiast, could tell someone’s motivations just from skimming their posts.
So she figured Choi Yeon-bi was genuinely enjoying it and posting diligently because it was fun.
But if she’d chosen the influencer path instead of doing it for kicks?
At a time like now, when people were starting to pay attention,
she should’ve uploaded photos in outfits that showed off her figure.
That would’ve gathered ten thousand followers in a flash.
‘And once she hits ten thousand, reveal the face… Boom, influencer launch.’
That was the trajectory in the eyes of an SNS expert (addict).
Sure, some blew up by posting faces first, but with so many “goddesses” out there these days, looks alone weren’t enough anymore.
Bodies could be edited too, of course, but even edited, a killer figure grabbed more eyes than a pretty face.
So the play was to flaunt wealth gradually, build followers steadily, hook them with the body,
‘and seal it with Unnie’s face.’
Eun-a shook her head vigorously at the thought.
‘She might not hang out with me anymore if I suggested that.’
That was influencer life.
Even meetings with friends turned into content shoots.
And as online attention poured in, real-life bonds slowly faded.
Loneliness in a crowd.
That’s what Eun-a thought of influencers.
She’d seen it happen with plenty of her own friends.
They all seemed to be thriving, but Eun-a knew better.
They weren’t doing as well as they pretended.
‘Actually, it’s a relief.’
So she was glad Choi Yeon-bi didn’t crave that kind of validation.
‘Hmm… She wouldn’t sell the account, right?’
Another SNS monetization angle popped into her head.
Accounts with built-up followers like this one were worth real money.
Popular blogs with heavy traffic used to sell for top dollar back in the day.
It felt much the same.
Why buy and sell them?
Money, plain and simple.
But the Choi Yeon-bi she knew was insanely rich.
She’d never bother selling.
‘Ads… she might take those.’
The most common entry point, open to anyone.
Once you gained some traction, brands slipped products into your posts.
It was more widespread than people thought—even Yoo Yeon-a took work-related gigs and posted them.
‘They bring in more cash than you’d expect.’
Eun-a recalled Yoo Yeon-a’s words.
If even someone that loaded did ads, maybe Choi Yeon-bi would too?
‘If she starts raking in ad money, I’ll ask for extra meat.’
Kim Eun-a, convinced she’d been key to those five thousand followers.
She smacked her lips, reminiscing about the steak from last time.
Wondering what cut to get next, another post from Choi Yeon-bi popped up.
‘Is Unnie unemployed or what?’
The upload frequency didn’t add up unless she was.
Maybe she really was the dream—a rich, idle bum—Eun-a mused as she tapped the new post.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ 📸 Latest Post (A dazzling PC tower glowing with RGB lights, paired with two massive monitors stably placed on the desk.) Here’s a pic of my computer setup, since so many of you asked! The monitors are 32-inch 4K at 240Hz. With two of them, they filled the desk completely, so I swapped it out for a new one too. 💬 Comments — User123 What… Isn’t that monitor like 1.6 million won each? — GamerFan Unnie, are you prepping to go pro in esports? — Techie Mouse and keyboard are top-tier too, all on display. ⭐ Top Comment — @LLpovi Honey, can I deck out my room like this? — ReplyGuy Nope?? ◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ “……She really is a rich unemployed bum, huh.”
Eun-a pouted slightly after checking Choi Yeon-bi’s post.
‘Next time I visit, I’m holing up in that room and never leaving.’
With that small vow, she hit back.
Her profile loaded, now brimming with aesthetic shots and prized possessions—a far cry from before.
‘I’ve created an SNS addict.’
She couldn’t help but think it.
Whether Eun-a pondered that or not,
Choi Yeon-bi kept scrolling SNS in the meantime.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ “Followers already piled up this much.”
A little over five thousand.
They’d trickled in one by one at first, but lately, hundreds a day was no big deal.
‘Good thing I haven’t shown my face.’
Running into someone recognizing me on the street would be a nightmare.
That’s why I’d blurred my license plate in the car post too.
Anyway.
Seeing the growth felt great.
None of this would’ve happened without Eun-a.
Without her, my account probably would’ve turned into some rich 40-year-old dude’s flex fest.
The Mustang club’s “Young Forties” flashed in my mind.
‘Ugh. Yeah, no.’
I shook my head hard, trying to erase those memories.
Still, I’d met Yeon-a and made other model friends, so it wasn’t all bad.
Lost in old thoughts, a notification pinged.
I’d muted post and follower alerts, so this was likely Yeon-a or another model.
‘Oh, Ji-su posted something.’
Sure enough, from Ji-su.
[ParkG posted a story after a long time.]
A story—not a permanent post. Those vanish after a while.
Maybe that’s why her profile had so few posts.
Even so, the “long time” notice meant she wasn’t a regular anyway.
Whatever.
“Hmm… Yoga?”
Her story showed a yoga mat unrolled across the floor.
Caption simple:
[Restarting after a long break.]
“Exercise, huh…”
Ji-su did yoga for her workouts.
I glanced down, pinching my belly between thumb and forefinger.
“……Getting soft?”
The feel was definitely different from before.
A little fat starting to settle in.
I bolted to the full-length mirror.
No visible pudge—looked healthy enough that anyone calling me fat would get chewed out.
But.
People change in a heartbeat.
I’d been through it already,
so
“…Time to work out.”
I resolved on the spot.
Problem was, I had zero clue where to start.
Gym memberships? Too many staring eyes.
Hate that? Buy a private one.
But setting up a private gym meant endless hassles.
Prep for the prep for the prep.
‘Hmm… Home gym? Downstairs is quiet now anyway…’
I could hold grudges, but not torment someone forever.
I’d tormented enough—scratch the home gym.
Besides, the spare room wasn’t meant for that.
So how to kick off exercise?
Mulling it over, I felt the phone in my hand.
‘No need to overthink.’
I fired off a DM to Ji-su, attaching her story.
DM to Park Ji-su (Screenshot of Park Ji-su's story) Do you do yoga? I’ve been looking for a workout lately ㅡ How do you get into yoga?
> — Ah. — Yeon-bi. — (Map pin with studio address) — Come here.
> … ㅡ — On my way. ㅡ ◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ “……I did ask, so I guess I have to go?”
Ji-su’s out-of-nowhere “come here” had me throwing on light clothes and heading out pronto.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ “Hoo……”
There’s a saying: a healthy body houses a healthy mind.
“Haa……”
Park Ji-su sat properly on her yoga mat, eyes closed, focusing on her breath as the words echoed in her head.
Her jet-black bob swayed lightly with each inhale and exhale.
Flexibility wasn’t a model must-have, but it helped with all the poses for shoots.
Sure, you could thrive without it, like Eun-a or Min-hyeok.
Still, Ji-su picked yoga.
Less intense than Pilates, which she liked.
The slow pace cleared her mind.
And plus,
“Um… Hello.”
it was more fun with company.
“…Welcome.”
She greeted Choi Yeon-bi with a small smile.
Then right away,
“…There’s spare clothes in the changing room. Put those on.”
she guided her there.
Before modeling,
Ji-su had been a yoga instructor.
Now she quietly steeled her resolve.
‘This time… definitely…’
She’d make a yoga buddy.