Night Stream
The true flower of Fashion Week was, without a doubt, the runway.
You know the one—models strutting their stuff down the catwalk.
Of course, I wasn’t the one walking it. My role was to sit in the so-called Front Row, the very front seats, and watch the show unfold.
It went without saying that I couldn’t show up in the red tracksuit I usually wore for streams.
As the face of the brand, invited specially for the occasion, I had to be the most beautiful person in the world today.
Which was why I was currently getting my hair and makeup done in a luxury hotel in Paris. I’d briefly wondered if my pink hair stood out too much and whether I should wear a wig, but…
“This pink dress was made just for you, Ms. Lee Jimin.”
“Jimin, you look so pretty!”
Apparently there was no need. From what the designer said, they’d gone with a full pink concept from the start.
“Shall we head down? Looks like Seohae’s fitting is done too.”
“Yep yep.”
Following our manager unnie’s lead, we stepped out of the hotel.
“Ah.”
There in the hallway waiting for us was Jin Seohae.
Long, pure white hair. Long, slender limbs. A cool, aristocratic expression that called to mind a noble young lady.
She was radiating an aura befitting the first member of HYPE to land an ambassadorship with a luxury brand.
“Seohae unnie. We’re here.”
“…….”
“Unnie?”
No response from Seohae no matter how I called. What was she doing?
“Haa… so fucking pretty.”
“…….”
She was just standing there staring at herself in the mirror.
What a precious unnie.
“Unnie, we have to go now.”
“No. I want to look more.”
“Alrighty~ Off to the venue we go~”
“Let gooo…”
I linked arms with her and forcibly escorted her out. We boarded the car and arrived at the venue where the runway was being held.
“Kyaaaaaah~ Jimin!!”
“Jimin, give me your autograph!!”
“Seohae! You’re so pretty!”
“Oh my gosh!”
Click click click!
The moment we stepped out of the car onto the red carpet, a barrage of camera flashes poured down on us. Beyond the fence, fans were chanting our names.
Hearing Korean mixed in here and there, it seemed some Korean fans had come all the way to the venue just to see us.
I waved to the fans with a bashful smile.
“Heh.”
Domestic fans who’d come this far? Instant respect.
Thinking I should at least give them autographs, I approached the fence…
“Hey. It’s dangerous, so head into the venue right now.”
“Huh?”
A white female bodyguard placed a hand on my arm and stopped me.
Hmm, what’s this about?
Other celebs in front of me were chatting fine with fans before going up… so why just me?
“I’ll just do some autographs and go in.”
I spoke fluent English with the friendliest expression I could muster.
But.
“No. Go in right now.”
She kept blocking the space between me and the fans with her hand, urging me to hurry into the venue.
“Hmph…”
Oh? Looking for a power struggle, are we?
“Hello~”
I ignored the bodyguard and approached my fans.
“Thank you so much for coming all this way. Must’ve been tough getting here, right? Heh.”
“N-no, unnie, you’re so prettyyyy…”
“Am I really your unnie…? Just kidding~”
“Hey…!”
Maybe she was mad that I ignored her and started bantering with the fans.
“It’s dangerous, so go up!”
Grab.
She put her hand on my shoulder. I could feel the force—she was trying to move me by force…
“……!”
Tekkai—
I didn’t budge an inch.
Hey now, you. Did you really think you could do something about this invincible TS body with mere strength?
“Please give me something to sign.”
“Ah… a-ah, yes! But are you okay?”
“Of course. Focus only on me right now.”
“Yeeees…”
“H-hey…!”
The bodyguard kept trying to pull me away with force. But I was immovable, and my autographs continued without a single shake.
The bodyguard fretted in panic for a while, then…
“Ugh…!”
She took a few steps back. Essentially a declaration of surrender.
“Thank you all for coming!”
After greeting every last fan, I finally stepped away from the fence.
Feeling an intense gaze on the back of my head, I turned around. Sure enough, the bodyguard was glaring at me with a sour look.
“Hmph.”
I smirked at the sight and walked over to her.
And as I brushed past…
“Boc~chi. Heh.”
I covered my mouth and said that.
“What? Boooocchi…?”
“Bye-bye~”
Leaving the bewildered bodyguard behind, I leisurely headed up into the venue.
The first day in Paris flew by in a blur.
Press interviews, photo wall shoots, the runway, meetings with brand people… and so on. I tore through the schedule in a complete frenzy, and before I knew it—
“Kids, tomorrow’s a bit freer so get some good rest!”
“Yes, you too, manager unnie.”
—evening had already fallen and everything was pitch black. Normally I would’ve had to attend the after-party as well, but I turned that down.
There was a photoshoot at headquarters tomorrow and I didn’t want to risk packing on any weight.
There was another reason, too.
“Hi everyone. Did you miss me?”
A promise was a promise. The second I got back to the hotel I washed up and immediately went live.
I believed in you~
Fr she actually turned it on
Where even is this?
Get rid of the black screen already..
“This is the hotel room. Black screen? Stop saying stuff that hurts my heart. If I turn the cam on a war’s gonna break out, you know?”
Already wanna beat her ass from the start lol
I don’t care if a war starts just show us damn it
“I wanna show you too~ Ah~ my heart hurts so much~”
I said it with zero soul and flung myself onto the sofa, rolling around.
For the record, the place I was in right now wasn’t a bedroom—it was the living room.
This hotel had a pretty weird layout. Even though it was a luxury suite of about a thousand square feet, there was only one actual bedroom, so I had no choice but to stream from here.
I’d already begged Seohae, who was sharing the suite with me, to just stay in the bedroom. I’d even told her that if she absolutely had to pass through the living room, she should do it as quietly as possible.
Even if she was four-dimensional and a total narcissist, she was a good kid at heart, so she wouldn’t pull any sudden stunts… right?
“Good question. There’s honestly nothing particular to do.”
I’m happy just talking with Bocchi-nim!
“You’re happy just talking with me? Really? Heh.”
Purge the sycophants damn it
She always reads only the chats like that lol
“If there’s nothing to do, should I read the news? Honestly last time was pretty fun and it put me right to sleep~”
G-g-
KRAAAAAAH
Please don’t do that..
Can we just talk among ourselves?
This bitch is putting ants to sleep even on a night stream lmaooo
It doesn’t put me to sleep you fucker lol
“Pffftheheh.”
I was watching the chat writhe in agony with pure satisfaction when—
“Yes…?”
My name suddenly appearing in a donation made me flinch hard.
An article about me? Ah, maybe photos from today’s Fashion Week had come out?
That was my guess, but—
I saw it too yep
Racial discrimination re-education was fire lmao
“Racial discrimination? Re-education?”
Completely unexpected words left me blinking. When I asked the chat what that was about…
The rough summary went like this.
The female bodyguard who’d blocked me today had a history of being overly aggressive specifically with other Asian celebrities, or rushing them so they couldn’t do fan service and forcing them to hurry into the venue. She’d caused controversy multiple times.
And then the footage of me ignoring that bodyguard and giving autographs to the fans had blown up.
No wonder.
I’d thought it was weird she was only like that with me. Full-on racial discrimination, what a piece of work.
Tekkai lmao
Jimin-ham is so fucking cool lmaooo
Racial discrimination re-education is actually so wholesome
That bodyguard got fired lmao
Strong women aren’t really my type though..(puts on glasses)
“I didn’t even know about this. As the No. 1 Captain of the Jimin Pirate Crew, I feel a little ashamed. Ehehehehm.”
No. 1 Captain wtf lmao
You from the Gu-to Pirate Crew?
Gu-pyeong lmaooo
The pink-pink fashion is so fucking cute lmao
That midriff is heavy as hell ahh..
Ji~min
I wanna date her lmaooo
“R-really? I kinda want to go look right now tooooo…”
I couldn’t finish the sentence for a moment. I covered my burning face with both hands for no reason and muttered to myself.
Ah, I was only planning to stream today, but… should I turn it on tomorrow too? This is seriously too good.
“Eheheheheheh.”
What’s with the cackling lmao
Is she laughing?
“Ah, I just looked it up myself. It’s so sleep-inducing I don’t know what to do… Heh.”
JiminDog is having the time of her life lmaooo
Okay~ I’m going to leave hate comments on the article~
I was rolling around on the sofa, drowning in pure dopamine, when—
Thud.
I turned my head toward the sound of footsteps and saw Seohae walking past.
She stopped, stared at me with a blank expression for a second, then…
“…….”
…walked off toward the kitchen without a word.
Whew.
I let out a silent sigh of relief. If she’d gone “Jimin-ah” just now it would’ve been a total catastrophe.
Even with all the four-dimensional talk, she was still a good kid who listened well…
…or so I thought.
“H-hyaat!”
Seohae seized the opening the second I let my guard down, darted over, tickled my side, and then slipped back into the bedroom like nothing had happened.
A lewd little sound slipped out of me before I could stop it. My sides are my weak point… ugh.
Anyway, I rubbed my side and checked the chat…
Huh?
What was that sound just now?
Was that a moan?
Ahh
Uh oh..
G-
“…….”
The reaction was not normal.
…and not in a good way.
Illustrations below!
Fashion Week Seohae
Fashion Week Jimin (wearing her favorite tracksuit in the hotel)
It came out a bit sexy when I generated it~
In the novel she dressed demurely like a proper idol, of course…