The Rookie Composer Is Too Handsome
"Broadcast?"
"Yes. You won't need to say any lines or anything... just show your face for a bit. The shooting location will be Shine Candy's practice room."
They said they had something to discuss, so he visits the BOZ Building, and the promo team swarms him with this pitch.
Sales promo video, huh? It's about time to start prepping. No, it's way overdue. Most companies shoot trainee videos before debut to hype up fans.
Of course, there wouldn't have been any for Shine Candy.
As the quests make clear, it was a group on the verge of disbanding. Even rushing a video now won't grab much attention. This stuff needs time and investment.
"So, we're aiming to pull some aggro."
"By showing me?"
"...Yes. You're just so handsome."
In this game world, a handsome member on the roster is like a cheat code. Especially with his Genius Face (SS) trait? It's a goddamn nuke.
Hell, with looks like his, he could debut solo tomorrow and crush it.
Anyway, listening to the promo team's explanation, the plan starts to click.
Not a bad idea.
He needs IP from the IP Shop, so he'll pimp himself out to boost Shine Candy if he has to. Face reveal? Big deal.
As he's wrapping his head around it, Promo Team Assistant Manager Shin chimes in.
"There won't be any discomfort at all. If something comes up, we'll pull all-nighters to cover it."
"Discomfort?"
Just a quick face shot causing issues? He tilts his head, and Shin explains.
"You know... weird comments?"
"Weird comments?"
"Yeah. The sexual kind... YouTube filters some first, but fans are sneaky these days, dodging the nets."
He gets it. Hot guy shows up, comments like "wanna fuck him" flood in.
So he says, "That's fine. Comments are just comments—ignore 'em."
Apparently, it bothers some people a lot, but he skims and scrolls past. Hell, women saying they wanna fuck him? More intriguing than off-putting.
The offer's solid. Fans see his face, whatever—he's cool with it.
Wasn't planning to hide forever anyway.
He's operating as a composer now, but hitting the game's ending as just that? Impossible. Producing hits for top idols, topping Billboard dozens of times—still can't topple an entertainment empire.
Felt that hard in my last playthrough.
So, world-class composer and something else. Idol, actor, author—who knows. Open mind, dip into every genre.
From that angle, early name-drop ain't bad.
For me, not just Shine Candy.
Sure, the spotlight from strangers might feel heavy at first. But he'll handle it.
Hell, even now...
It's burdensome plenty. Step outside, every woman stares. Tries not to care, but human nature kicks in.
"Got it. What do I need to do?"
"Thank you, Composer!"
His okay greenlights everything. They were fully prepped, just waiting on him—situation's urgent.
The makeup artist pushes through, zeroing in.
"Oh my god, look at this dewy skin. Just a light base? How do you even maintain this?"
BOZ in-house artist, currently handling Foxy. She gawks at his skin.
"...Dunno?"
Nothing to say—he slaps on lotion, calls it a day. All skill hacks.
She brushes cream on with a makeup tool, light strokes. A few passes in, gasps echo everywhere.
"Wow... Been in this industry over ten years, and you're the handsomest I've seen."
"Yeah?"
He flashes a smile, eyes crinkling. She squeals, drops the brush.
"Ah! Sorry!"
"No worries, happens."
Shrugs off the minor hiccup, heads to the practice room.
Inside, three Shine Candy members drill under the dance trainer. Cameras already roll, crew filming.
"Just watch the members from behind, Composer. Camera'll catch your face."
"How's it play in the video?"
"As the composer who made their new track."
Will that pull aggro? Feels weak.
Promo Shin hesitates, then: "No way. Sharp-eyed fans'll spot your looks instantly. Hook 'em, then..."
Glances at him.
"Tease a casual chat with the girls in the next-episode preview."
"Chat about the song?"
"Yeah, or chit-chat. Just show chemistry with the Shine Candy girls."
"Half-mosaic on my face."
"Exactly."
Sounds good. Fans'll hunt Shine Candy vids for his face. In this reversed world? Aggro guaranteed.
They film him peeking through the door during practice. Break hits—he slips in.
"Oppa!"
"Composer...!"
His reflection hits the front mirror; all three whirl, calling his name. Sweat-drenched, half-dead seconds ago, now beaming.
The lounging dance trainer shrugs, deadpan.
"What? Guy shows up, voices perk? Still got life in ya?"
"N-no...?"
"We're dying, teacher..."
"Nah. If you gave it your all, you couldn't stand now."
"Ugh."
"Demon..."
Yunji flops down, Jiyeon face-plants. Sweat-soaked pants cling, skin teasing—hot view.
Already buddy-buddy, bantering naturally with the trainer.
"Mind if I watch?"
"Of course. Sit here."
He settles in per her guide. Curious even sans cameras—hasn't seen their choreo to his track yet. Knows rough moves, that's it.
"Alright! Up! Composer's watching. Screw up like before, total embarrassment, right?"
Trainer winks at him. Girls' faces fall.
"Agh..."
"Wh-what do we do?"
Yunji and Jiyeon fluster. Nayun grips hands, muttering hype to herself.
Song kicks in—chaos vanishes. Three pros light up the stage.
Flops or not, idols deliver. Crisp sync to the beat earns automatic claps.
Short practice time, they said...
K-pop world domination makes sense—near flawless.
Nayun whined on Talk nonstop. Explains it.
Vocal trainer catches his eye, winks—proud creator vibe. Chills.
No clue how hard she drilled 'em.
"Haa..."
Blush choreo wraps; he claps without thinking. Fan obsession origin story. Even crew cheers.
Dance fits the track perfectly. Big league entertainer quality.
"What'd you think?"
"...Killer."
Thumbs up. Stage slayed. Girls whoop—thrilled by the trackmaker's nod.
His shoot's done. In promo, he's the hook, not the star—keep it that way.
"Well then..."
Standing to wrap, the trainer—who'd eyed him—scans his build, tosses out:
"You were a trainee too, right Composer?"
"...Yeah. Short stint."
"So basic vocal/dance training... Wanna try?"
"Me? Dance?"
"Yeah. Build's perfect—simple moves'll look sleek."
Absurd pitch; he blinks. Behind her, three girls nod like maniacs—necks at risk.
Shoot boss lady fists up. Crew, seconds from packing, resets instantly. Momentum builds warp speed.
"Hm..."
Vocal skills: S-grade.
Dance skills... ah, here. Also S.
Stuffed dance skills for all-round entertainer vibes. S-grade? Angles pop sharp.
Plus music skills galore. Expressing tunes is dancer's core—synergy boosts auto.
Confidence surges. He can dance.
* * *
A K-idol community drops a bombshell thread.
New idol hype fizzles; users bail. But a few stragglers hit BOZ homepage.
Sure enough—Shine Candy video up.
"Fresh upload?"
Woman at her PC frowns. Explains the forum buzz. Company promo op, classic pre-debut sales vid.
"Still, with Foxy and Eighty... average at least?"
Foxy's flagship, but inactive now. She lurks communities, grazing content.
Shine Candy? Sample it—spit if sour.
Plays: three girls chat and laugh in practice room.
"Solid member balance."
Visual standout, vocal leader with strong face—variety potential, hidden charm for shows. Busty big-sis type too.
Chat rolls, vocal trainer enters, song drops. Choreo follows.
"...Whoa."
No expectations? Track slaps. Promo cuts annoy—wants full. Dance hits sexy trend for girl fans. BOZ delivers steady.
Nodding satisfied—then camera pans at end.
"...Huh? Wait? What?!!!"
She jolts up. Instant stunner—overwhelming aura through door window.
Subtitle scrolls:
Blush's Composer (Former BOZ Trainee)
And the community explodes.