165. Talent Chung
Mimi (美味)
It literally tasted beautiful.
“What do you think? Mr. Taemin. “Does it taste good?”
“Ah. “The food is so great, isn’t it?”
“I have been working here for 4 years now, and there is no place like this.”
There is something about the sight of him eating black bean noodles with his legs crossed while wearing slippers…
Should I say this is very ironic?
At least it was quite different from the overwhelming feeling I felt at YM.
The fact that something like that was happening in this expensive neighborhood just seemed strange to me.
“Wow. Since another guest is coming, I try to order all the Yuringi.”
He popped a thick piece of fried food into his mouth and muttered his mouth happily.
“Hey… But…”
It’s nice to buy food for you and it’s nice to eat it deliciously.
“Yes.”
“So, what do you want to do with me?”
Keep talking about Virtuber.
Taking a review of a Chinese restaurant menu.
The story kept getting diverted, so I had to consciously reflect on why I came here today.
“Hmm. “I’ll just say it out loud.”
He wiped his mouth with a tissue and looked straight into my eyes.
“If you’ve never really learned music before, would you like to learn under me?”
“Uh…”
I knew something like that would come out, but I had to hear the conditions before I could agree.
I, who had experienced with my own eyes the disaster that a hasty contract at YM can cause, decided not to say anything for now and wanted to listen to the explanation a little more.
“Well… honestly, I still don’t understand why they’re giving me such an offer…”
“That’s right. “Summer Records was made by Taemin just by using a piano and putting it together on his own.”
“Yes. “My friend helped me, but…”
“Anyway, I’m not saying I wrote the melody and basic chords.”
“…That’s right.”
“There are a lot of people who are good at arranging music. There are so many vulgar words. However.”
After dipping a fried dumpling, he once again enjoyed the food by dipping it in soy sauce.
“People who are good at taking original pictures are valuable. “It’s less than I thought.”
“And Taemin.”
“If you really don’t lie and say, ‘I just tried it and this is the result!’”
“You’re so talented!”
I was told that he was about 10 years older than me.
I don’t know if he was young, but it really felt like I was just talking to a neighborhood guy.
Of course, I don’t know for sure because I’ve never hung out with a local guy in real life, but he seemed like a perfect match for the image of a local guy in my head.
“So you want to recruit me because I seem like a talented person?”
“Hmm… it’s a bit hard to call it recruitment. “Because the professionalism is too low to do the work right away.”
For me, who has no theoretical background, the term “Yamae” Fits me perfectly.
“I thought it would be a good idea to learn from me.”
“Then about the cost and such…”
“Umm…”
I honestly couldn’t hide my embarrassment at his next words.
“You haven’t thought about it?”
“Yes…?”
I thought there would be thick documents mixed with difficult terms, so I blinked with an idiotic expression.
“Ah. Then wait for the money. Should I give it to you? No. “But I’m telling you, so you want me to pay your salary?”
“No. Uh… Uh… I guess…?”
If this continues, wouldn’t it be like going to an academy and taking classes and the teacher paying you money?
“If I were told to pay money to learn, would you want to learn?”
“That’s a bit…”
What does it mean to call someone and give them a lesson and ask them to pay money?
“Right? Even though I thought about it, it seemed strange. Then what… hmm…”
After thinking for a moment, he clapped his hands to see if his thoughts had come together.
“Okay. If Taemin says ok, let’s learn composition properly under me. “I will not charge any tuition fees.”
“Then… Are you really just letting me know without any conditions?”
It was difficult to believe his words like a philanthropist.
“A. That’s not true. Instead, I’m telling you to grow up well, learn well, and work as a composer under Bitdam instead of moving to another company.”
As someone who was seriously considering music, it was an offer I had no reason to refuse.
A well-known established composer said he would give a free lesson.
Wouldn’t it be a much better option than going to an odd neighborhood academy and paying money every month to learn?
“Ah. I would be very grateful if you could do that. “I thought I should go somewhere and learn how to compose.”
“Okay, then you’re welcome! “Friends like Taemin need to be taught in a guided way rather than just being taught by a machine.”
He nodded his head happily.
“Then Ashblock…”
“Oh my! “No more calling me that!”
“Then what…”
“Brother? No. Brother, you are so informal. They say he is a teacher. Just.”
“Teacher, since when do you start working here…”
We decided to start classes next week, so we spent the day chatting until the sun set.
* * *
The day my brother returned from a meeting with Bitdam Entertainment.
I didn’t necessarily show it in front of me, but I couldn’t hide my anxious feelings.
I don’t have any children yet, but I feel like I’ve released my son into the water.
I was worried that I might get treated strangely again, so I immediately picked up my phone when my brother called.
[Hello.]
[Uh. Hello.]
[Did it end well? Where are you? Now?]
[I’m on the bus going home.]
The strange sound of an announcement was heard from afar.
Why do I forget to ask if I spoke well? Taemin Han.
Why do you leave out only important stories that make people anxious?
[So, did you do well?]
[Uhm…]
Looking at the blurred answer, it seemed like there was something there.
Ah… I should have followed after all!
If you were going to care this much, you should have asked me if I could go with you!
[Jjajangmyeon was delicious.]
[Yes…?]
[Ah. Yuringi was really delicious, so let’s go together next time.]
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My boyfriend’s unexpected visit to a Chinese restaurant.
I had never seen a Chinese restaurant praised in my life, so I frowned.
[…Did you eat Jajangmyeon?]
[Yes. Mr. Ashblock bought it for me.]
[What about the contract?]
[First of all, there is no contract, but I decided to go and learn how to compose.]
[But there is no separate agreement or anything like that, just learning?]
Is that possible?
Even though I tried to think it was possible, I couldn’t quite understand it.
[I heard we should do that?]
I was feeling frustrated while holding the phone like this, so I just told my brother to stop by my house before I go home.
-Beep beep beep beep
Now that we were used to getting each other’s house password and coming in, my brother naturally took off his shoes and came inside.
“I’ve been there~”
The expression doesn’t look that bad.
I was able to let go of my worries just by looking at his face.
“You arrived later than expected?”
“Ah. Huh. “We were talking about various things.”
“What did you talk about?”
“…Vertuber.”
I thought it was about music or contracts.
I thought it was a little surprising.
“Closure?”
“Yes. “You just talk about Leah for an hour.”
“You don’t even watch Leah’s broadcast.”
“I just talked about the scenes that came out during the annexation. Wow. “I heard it’s not really that common, is it?”
“Really?”
My brother is slowly telling stories that happened today.
I don’t know much about other things, but the way he looked excited seemed really nice.
It was not a forced smile, but a flawless and bright smile.
“They say I’m talented!”
“Isn’t that just something you said?”
“No. “I wonder if Mr. Dashblock would even bother to call me to a studio so far away.”
You make a fuss and yell at the teacher without even going to class.
“But what? “My brother is good at making songs.”
I pinched my brother’s cheek with one hand and pulled his smooth skin.
“Isn’t this talent number one?”
This face.
This facial feature catches people’s attention at a glance.
“…It’s okay. “I think music is my number one talent.”
“I think it will be difficult.”
In a country like Korea, how easy is it to be casted by YM officials without even an audition?
There must be a lot of people who can’t enter even if they really pray and bow.
“Anyway, do your best. I’ll support you. Me.”
“Yes. Thank you.”
As I look at him smiling with his teeth showing, my heart flutters.
“It’s my brother.”
“Why?”
“Where will we be in a year?”
Not long ago, I often thought that he might become a popular star actor and leave my side.
If spring, when flowers bloom, comes to us once again after this summer.
Where have we arrived?
At that time, I probably could not have been a closer.
Closer was a project created from the beginning with an eye on one year.
“Okay. I really don’t know. Me too.”
My brother, who placed his hand on my head, looked as if he was deep in thought and then smiled.
“But I think I know one thing.”
“What is it?”
“Wouldn’t we be together?”
His unexpected answer made me smile.
“Really?”
“Hey. Why are you asking that again? Awfully. Are you abandoning me? Kim Do-ah?”
How could I abandon such a lovely boyfriend?
“It’s okay to say things that don’t even sound like words.”
I gave him a brief kiss on the cheek.
