First Vacation. Want to Reach You: The Main Trailer
I played the main trailer for Want to Reach You that had gone up on Vertube. ~♪ An OST brimming with melodrama vibes flowed out, and my intense performance filled the screen.
They say you can tell a masterpiece from the trailer alone. In just 1 minute and 30 seconds, it packed in the film's core themes perfectly. Not only that, but the visuals were stunning too. The camera work, direction, music, even a single line of dialogue—everything boasted top-tier polish without a single flaw.
The standout for me was the main theme song I sang myself. It was my first ballad, so I'd been worried, but it turned out better than expected—I was a bit shocked. More than anything, it meshed perfectly with the film's atmosphere. That meant half the battle was won. OSTs make or break melodramas, after all. I could look forward to solid album sales too.
Twelve hours since the trailer's release, the reaction was as hot as I'd hoped. No, at this point, it was explosive. 210k views. 18k likes. 1,107 comments.
As the trailer blew up, public reactions shifted dramatically. Before, it had been mostly supportive words laced with worry. Now, it was all excitement and confidence. At this rate, box office success was a given. It might even smash past my predictions.
"Our CEO's gonna make a killing this time."
I was no different. Sure, a hit movie wouldn't bump my guarantee fee directly, but the side benefits were juicy. My value would skyrocket, and brands would flood me with ads and sponsorships. A box office premium, basically. That alone was big money, but add in the OST sales surging exponentially? Jackpot. That's why the agency picked my solo track as the theme song.
Anyway, the crazy schedule was finally over. All that was left was waiting for the premiere. I'd have to pop up on variety shows for promo, but compared to the murderously packed shoot? A breeze. Now I could finally breathe.
Honestly, it'd been brutal.
"Hello."
I strolled into the agency with light steps for the first time in ages. The security guards at the entrance tilted their heads, not recognizing me as Ruti behind my glasses.
"Was there someone like that at the agency?"
"Probably staff. She had an ID."
I took the elevator to the producer's room on the 6th floor. It'd been almost a month since I'd last been here, what with the nonstop chaos. The agency felt a bit different now. From the entrance to the producer's room, posters of me from the movie were everywhere. A stranger might mistake it for an actor agency, not an idol one. The hype was real.
Click.
I stepped into the CEO's office down the hall and froze. A massive poster of my face covered the entire wall. And there was CEO Kim Baek-ho, nodding at it with a satisfied grin.
"Siyeon-ah, you're here?"
"...What's that?"
"Remodeled the office to celebrate your movie debut. What do you think?"
I answered his question for impressions with pure disdain.
"...It's creepy."
I left the stunned CEO behind and headed out. I'd just stopped by to say hi; my real business was in the fitting room.
5th floor fitting room. Inside, I spotted Manager Lee Su-ah's back as she sorted boxes.
"Hello."
"Hey, Siyeon-ah."
"All these are those?"
I pointed at the dozens of boxes stacked up. Inside were clothes, shoes, accessories—all meticulously packed. Sponsorship goodies sent to me. With the premiere coming, brands were clamoring to sponsor. It always happened for big events like this.
"That's a lot."
Maybe because of the movie buzz, there were way more than usual. My task today: pick an outfit from one brand for the premiere.
I checked out the clothes one by one. Designer labels everywhere, all high-end luxury. No need to shop myself with sponsors like these. Perks of celebrity life, right? Brands got massive ad value too—just me wearing it on the red carpet was worth billions in exposure.
Thirteen brands total. I'd wear just one to the event.
"Shall we start?"
Manager unni handed me outfits sorted by type. I changed right there and checked in the mirror. Nice design, good colors, perfect fit.
"How'd they nail my size so spot-on?"
"We gave them your three measurements, duh."
I shuddered and stared at her. She said it so casually.
"...Isn't that my personal info? Super sensitive stuff."
"Pfft, you're still growing. Those numbers change fast anyway."
"Still awkward."
Any more growth would mess up my proportions and dance lines.
"Okay, look here."
Click.
Snapped a few pics in the sponsored outfit for SNS. Unworn ones got promo posts too—that's the unwritten rule. No such thing as free lunch.
"All done?"
"Yup. Next outfit."
The fitting room turned into a fashion show. Was I an idol or a model?
**
Back at the agency after fittings, I popped into the CEO's office to say hi and got the shock of my life.
"You're giving me vacation?"
"Prepping new tracks, shooting the movie—you haven't had a real break in months. It'll get crazier post-release, so rest while you can. CEO's orders."
My first vacation since debut. A whole week, even. Did I need that long? But for the other members' sake, I'd take it. They could rest too if I did.
"Rest up till next Friday. If you go anywhere, tell us first. You know the safety rules?"
"Of course."
No solo outings, ever—even grocery runs needed staff. My one slip-up? Top secret.
"No worries."
On vacation, I wasn't idol Ruti. I was glasses girl Kim Siyeon. Not the active type anyway. No plans to go out. Just binge backlog movies at home. Some might call it wasteful, but for me? Peak relaxation. Lounging on the sofa all day, ignoring the world. Bliss.
"No friends to hang with anyway."
"...No friends?"
CEO's gaze lingered, full of emotions words couldn't capture.
**
"Thanks for the ride."
"Have a great vacation—no accidents, got it?"
Manager unni dropped me home and drove off after her final nag. I waved till she was gone, then headed into the apartment.
Familiar front door. Punched in the code and stepped inside to the usual sight.
Hadn't been back to my place in forever.
"Alright then..."
I stretched hugely, flopped on the sofa. A week of ultimate chill ahead.
Or so I thought.
Shhh.
Water running from the bathroom. Shower sounds. Someone was in my apartment.
I froze solid. This was my place. No roommates.
So who the hell was showering?
Stalker? Sasaeng fan? Burglar? Better bolt.
As I crept toward the door—
The bathroom door flew open, white steam flooding the room. A silhouette emerged through the mist: slim shoulders, nipped waist, and a very familiar bob haircut. My eyes widened.
"...Seo-ah unni?"
It was Shin Seo-ah, our group's rapper.
"...What are you doing here?"
She toweled her wet hair, totally chill.
"Got bored, came to hang. Everyone else went home, dorm was empty. Oh, your bathroom's nice."
She chugged a beer from my fridge like it was hers. Treating my place like home.
Day one of vacation, and my head already throbbed.