Chapter 100
Translator 8uhl
Chapter 100
Chapter Title Winds Perfect Model
Wind was a clothing brand launched by a major corporation.
It wasnt widely known yet, but with its motto of unique clothes targeting teens and twenties, it was quickly capturing the young generation.
The president of Wind, granddaughter of the corporations chairman, was an ambitious woman.
Word of mouth had spread, and more people were wearing her brand, but she still felt it wasnt enough.
It needed to be known by more people.
And for that, it needed promotion.
Since it was clothing, models were essential, of course. She, along with the marketing and design teams, all pitched in to find someone who fit Wind.
From celebrities to models to everyday people.
But no one caught her eye.
Wind was for young teens and twenties.
She wanted someone who could embody their unique, vibrant styles.
Thats when it happened.
While catching up on overdue work until dawn, she happened to glance at some online news.
And there she saw him.
Yoon Taeyang.
Thats the one.
The moment she saw him in the photo, the words slipped out unbidden.
Mesmerized, she dug into everything about Taeyang.
This is the guy.
She was certain.
Yoon Taeyang had everything she wanted.
He usually had this cool, aloof vibe, like a moody teen.
But when it came to what he had to do or what he loved, he burned with passion.
That fire would blaze hot, then cool to indifference after scoringgiving off this oddly captivating charm.
And his looks? Irresistible.
Beautiful in a way women adored, yet sweaty and intense on the pitch, downright sexy.
But it wasnt just women he appealed to.
He had the greatest talent in Korean soccer historymaybe even world history.
Men went wild for that genius, following his every move.
He was the ultimate object of admiration for teens and twenties, transcending gender.
Even his talent, good looks, and wholesome family background painted a positive image for parents generation.
Where else could you find a model like this cheat code?
Offer him a bit more than the standard terms and sign him.
Following her orders, they contacted him, signed him as an exclusive model, and timed a promo shoot for his winter break. Winds hired ad agency flew to England with the promo team.
It was a disaster.
Okay, were shooting! One, two!
Clickclickclickclick.
The shutter sounds rang out nonstop.
I just stood there frozen, staring at it, when the photographer paused.
Um, Taeyang?
Yeah?
Could you try to look more natural? Standing so stiff like that
Yeah, I guess.
Was I really that rigid?
Come to think of it, my back was ramrod straight, body locked up.
Uh photographys tougher than it looks.
Its your first time, so thats normal. Just ignore the camera and be yourself.
If it were that easy, wed be done by now.
This had been going on for two hours.
One corner of the studio was piled with clothes, and Id only gotten through two outfits.
I made a grim face, and the photographer, whod been peering through the lens again, stopped and stared at me before calling for a staffer to fetch something.
What could it be?
A soccer ball.
Players always loosen up with this during shoots.
He was right.
With the ball at my feet, I forgot about the camera.
He captured me moving with it, shutter clicking away.
I thought itd be one shot and done, but no.
Every move triggered dozens, hundreds of shots, and theyd pick the best one.
Wanna see?
The director showed me the pics after each outfit.
Hmm.
The lens showed a stranger wearing me.
Makeup and clothes Id never wear didnt help.
What do you think?
Kinda cringey?
Hahaha.
The photographer just laughed.
Why?
These hit magazines as ads? Total chaos.
Huh? Nah, no way.
Do people still say that? No way has a way of biting back.
Come to think of it, I hadnt heard that phrase in ages.
Still, nah, no way.
Whats the big deal about me?
Okay, maybe a little.
Fan cafes huge, followers too.
Anyway, the boring shoot finally wrapped. Time to relax? Nopefour days of more ads ahead.
Fashion, then soccer game, cosmetics.
My precious winter break lost a full four days.
Including the first day playing with the siblings? Five days gone.
Only nine left.
Wait, factoring in rejoining training? Six days.
What to do with six days.
Trip somewhere?
Easier said than done.
UK school systems worlds apart from Koreascomplicated to explain, but point is, its term time.
Korea has field trips, but not here.
Gotta attend all scheduled classes.
Not sure if its every school, but private ones like my siblings? Yeah.
Too young to go solo, and taking both grandpas? Feels less like vacation, more like filial piety tour.
Best rest is still Bangkok.
Mornings light jog, see kids off to school, then games all day.
Young bodies are amazing.
Past life, old and hooked on games, skills plateaued no matter what. Now? Skyrocketing.
Rank climbed straight to Platinum.
Whoa eternal Bronze to Plat.
Little more, Diamonds possible? Almost blew it.
Nearly Bronze again.
Skip LoL, soccer game instead.
Shoot gave tons of cardstime to build a team.
Damn even with national bias, my cards busted.
Playing myself ingame.
Played a bit before, skills ramped quick. Or did they?
Feels like my cards carrying.
One guy kept challenging.
Lost 40 first match, demands rematch after rematch.
Eighth round now.
80 win.
He picked City, and 80? Ouch.
Difference ingame me scored all eight solo. Anyway, victory chat pops.
f paytowin asshole, cheating with OP cards feel good?
Winning feels good
f dirty s spit die trash player
Yeah, lose eight times straight, youd rage too.
Ignored, matched someone else.
f paytowin trash
Another one.
must be nice rich paytowin scum
Not playing.
Paying a sin now?
Lose and spew filth.
Games suck too.
Lying there, message hits.
Whos this?
Charlotte.
Taeyang, wanna go fishing?
Fishing?
Used to fish a lot back then.
Kid days, hunting and fishing all the time.
Nothing else to do.
Orphanage had computers? Nah. Director loved fishing, tons of rods, so neighborhood reservoir it was.
Long timewhy not?
Going. What time?
5 PM. Fish then sushi at Japanese spot.
Random combo, but weirdly fits.
Mom, fishing with the kids!
Have fun!
Prepped, told Mom, headed out.
Taxi past city center, over Thames, arrived.
Fishing center.
Didnt know this spot existed. Looking around, spotted Charlotte, Lindeman, Ilinyu.
Hey!
Whoa, big group.
Fishing solos no fun. I called everyone.
Voice from behindSobiola.
Path to the spots that way.
Hed rented rods, bait, etc.
Anyway, us five cast lines.
But fish even bite here?
Sobiola Why else would it be a fishing spot?
Fair.
Staring at the bobber floating on the calm river.
Healing, in its way.
Fish, why no bites?
Not everyone agreed.
Barely 30 minutes in, Ilinyu squirmed.
No more trips with this guy Huh?
Oh.
Nibble.
Yanked the rodcrucian carp.
UK has crucians too.
Ugh, crucian. Toss it.
They dont eat em here, huh.
Easy to cook? Nah, but done right, tasty fish.
Oh, rightno fancy recipes, or eel jelly wouldnt exist.
Forgot.
We eat these in Korea.
Show Grandpa, hed love it.
Paternal Grandpa loved fishing. Havent seen him since UK.
Next time, bring him.
Anyway.
Held the crucian in one hand, phone in other, selfie.
CHOOKTAEYANG
Photo Selfie holding crucian carp
Fishing with teammates
WinterBreak Healing Fishing
Sweet winter break over.
Players back to training.
New face at pitch.
Murici, fresh Brazilian defender on work visa.
23yearold Murici got biggest welcome from Dida.
Same positioncould spark rivalry, but Dida felt retirement looming.
Murici seemed like his successor.
In ways, peak Dida vibes.
Fast, attacking defender.
Wait, broad vision, intercepts timinglike Arnold too.
Dida clapped Arnolds shoulder.
Our kid, Arnold.
Shut up, psycho.
Whacked Didas head for nearly gaybaiting him, then grinned, welcoming Murici.
Murici shook Arnolds hand but seemed wary.
Oh! This the keeper I gotta protect?
Met his GKItalys guardian god, surreal up close.
Like a gorilla.
Handshake crushed his hand.
Hahaha, weaker than he looks.
Ricella boomed, slapping Muricis shoulder.
Nearly dislocated it.
Place is kinda weird.
Murici muttered, awkwardly sat at locker spot.
Then someone entered.
Ah, damn geezer. Whered you hide my banana? Why always hiding stuff? Not like you need attention.
Keekeke, find it. All my bananas are there.
What kinda convo is that.
Yeah, this teams full of weirdos.