Cheat day

Baekban-ttara

The filming date for “Baekban Ttara,” which is being prepared with PD Park Sang-cheol from WTV, is just a week away.

Since it’s my first time appearing on TV, I’m still a bit bewildered even after the final pre-meeting.

“I’m nervous.”

In the car leaving the broadcasting station, I spoke to Baek Woo-jin.

“Hyung?”

“Seriously.” I told you I’m shy around strangers.

Baek Woo-jin narrowed his eyes.

It seems like they don’t believe me.

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If I go to a crowded place, I freeze and can’t do anything. Can’t even look me in the eye. Do you know which restaurant I never go to?

“Where is it?”

“Subway.”

“Why?”

“Ordering is difficult.”

What’s so difficult? Just ask for what you want to eat.

“You have to talk a lot, right?”

“Talking to myself for hours on end, what do you think?”

“That’s not easy.” You’re talking to yourself, aren’t you?

“What’s different?” When we broadcast, there are viewers too, you know.

“It’s not easy to talk while looking at someone’s face.”

Baek Woo-jin shook his head.

“Tell me a story that’s somewhat believable.”

“I’m telling you, it’s real!”

“How can someone like that do a personal broadcast?”

“I can’t see it.” If you can’t see it, it’s okay.

You don’t know how hard it is to talk to a stranger.

It’s okay when it’s just the two of us, but the more people there are, the less my brain works.

“Then what about me?”

“You?”

“How do you talk to me?”

“I think you’re harmless, so it’s okay.”

Baek Woo-jin rolled his eyes in thought and then nodded.

“That’s right.” Because I’m cute.

I didn’t even want to respond, so I stayed silent, and Baek Woo-jin shouted angrily.

“Why are you so stiff?” “Since it’s just the two of us appearing anyway, what’s there to worry about?”

“There’s also the PD and the staff, you know.”

Baek Woo-jin pounded his chest as if in frustration.

“Can’t we just do it the way we always do?”

“Is it okay if I keep hitting you like before?”

On YouTube, people love it when there’s a lot of agitation and fabrication, but I wonder if it would be okay on TV too.

It seems like I need to speak gently and be careful with my actions.

“What are you talking about?” You suck at debating, bro.

I got cocky after winning the last Baekban Debate, Halibut vs. Rockfish.

“I just let you win once because I felt sorry for you.”

“That’s funny.” You couldn’t say a word.

“Hey, if you had shown me that they call it ‘uregi’ in Gangwon-do too, it would have been over.”

“Then why didn’t you show it to me?”

“Since you’ve been sulking all the time, I gave in as your older brother.”

“If you were that kind of person, you wouldn’t have turned me into a piece of human trash in the first place.” “Someone who doesn’t want to lose a debate and labels others as child abusers or elder abusers—what kind of concession is that?”

I got caught.

“But, hyung.”

“Yeah.”

“You’re not going to come like that on the recording day, are you?”

“What?”

Baek Woo-jin, who had stopped operating upon receiving the signal, turned his head. He gives me a once-over and tilts his head.

“Still, it’s on TV, so you should at least get a haircut and wear proper clothes.”

“You put on your clothes properly.”

To cover my body even a little, I enjoy wearing a 4XL-sized hoodie and elastic band pants.

Also, since black makes you look slimmer, you can say it’s a perfect outfit with the coat, top, and pants all in black.

“Mm.”

“The signal has changed.”

Baek Woo-jin, who had just started driving, continued speaking while looking ahead.

“Don’t you have any other clothes?” You wear it all the time.

“Are you talking weird?” What do you mean by “always wearing”? You change clothes every day, huh?

“It’s the same, isn’t it?” In the comments section of your video, there are people asking why this person always wears the same clothes, right?

“It’s because we look alike.” They’re all different clothes.

Baek Woo-jin exhaled sharply.

Today, I keep sighing.

“I can’t do it.” Are you going to your brother’s house?

“Yeah.”

“I’ll take a look for you.”

“What?”

“I’ll take care of the clothes.”

I arrived home shortly after.

As soon as he entered, Baek Woo-jin flung open the wardrobe, furrowed his brows deeply, and glared at me.

“Is it a ghost?” Are you the Grim Reaper? No, do you really only wear black? “Isn’t there another color?”

“It’s a color that makes you look slim.” I know a bit about fashion too. Bright colors make you look puffy.

“Hyung is just fat, so it doesn’t work.” If you look from afar, it’s just a black snowman.

“Overstepping.”

He covered his mouth with his hand in shock, but Baek Woo-jin didn’t care at all.

“What were you planning to wear?”

“Hey, you say you’re hurt, so at least pretend to listen.”

“Yes. I know it’s not. Hurry up, So what were you planning to wear?

“This.”

Banchan took out a black sweatshirt with a large tiger face printed on it.

Baek Woo-jin slowly shook his head.

Not really?

The tiger’s face is quite realistically depicted, and thanks to my cute belly, the tiger’s snout sticks out, making it look more three-dimensional and realistic, which is why I like this outfit.

“With that outfit and just holding a clutch bag, he looks exactly like a local day laborer.” “Clear it away.”

I thought it was fashionable and took good care of it, but being told I look like a thug hurt me again.

“Not this either.” Not this either. What is this?

Baek Woo-jin picked up the clothes I like.

“Oh, that feels nice, doesn’t it?”

Your neck is all stretched out. Is that pajamas?

“No… I wear it when I’m in a good mood.”

“Throw it away.”

Baek Woo-jin threw his clothes on the floor.

“Hey.”

“Is this really all there is?” At the very least, even a different color. How come you don’t have even one of those common shirts? What happened to the clothes you used to wear when you worked at the company?

“I threw it all away.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s small…”

Baek Woo-jin looked at me and pretended not to notice.

“So, do you really not have any other colored clothes?”

“Here.”

“Where?”

I felt a bit off, but since Baek Woo-jin was being so aggressive, I had no choice but to take out the box where I had organized my thin clothes.

When I opened it, he let out a long sigh.

“Yeah.” How does a person only have black clothes? You were a person too, bro.

Baek Woo-jin, who lifted the white dress shirt placed on top, looks at me with snake-like eyes.

“Why?”

“Why is this sleeveless?”

“When I gained weight, my armpits felt a bit uncomfortable.”

Baek Woo-jin looked at the armpit area and then asked.

“So you fired him?”

“Yeah. It’s comfortable, Anyway, I’m not going out wearing it, so I’ll just wear it for the broadcast. The reaction was good.

Baek Woo-jin threw his shirt down once again.

As I pick up the clothes one by one, just like I threw them a moment ago, the clothes that fall on the floor keep increasing.

“Throw it away. Throw it away. Throw it away. Throw it away.”

“Hey! If you throw everything away, what am I supposed to wear?

“Don’t come in!” “Why don’t you just walk around naked?”

“Is it that serious?” Isn’t that a bit much?

“Of course not!” You need to have at least one decent outfit. Why on earth did you collect these scraps of cloth? What is this!

He/She held up a yellow vest.

“Mom always tells me not to wear dull clothes and to buy brighter ones, so I got one.”

“……What did you wear it with?”

When I held up the sleeveless shirt I had just picked up, Baek Woo-jin snatched the vest and the shirt and threw them away.

“Hey!”

“Hyung, you’re not mad at me right now, are you?” You should be grateful.

“You’re kidding me!” “Don’t you get angry when you treat other people’s clothes like rags?”

“You’re wearing something worse than a rag!”

Baek Woo-jin shouted angrily.

Since you come off so firmly, I start to wonder if I did something wrong and hesitate.

I’ll explain it to you in an easy-to-understand way. If you assume that you wear both the top and bottom in black. Then, it’s right to go with a light-colored coat. “Okay?”

“…….”

“Okay?”

Nodded.

Next. If you want to wear all dark colors, at least wear different materials. There’s a pair of jeans. Jeans, a cotton t-shirt, and a cotton jacket. Like this. Did you understand?

“No.”

“If you don’t know, memorize it.”

Baek Woo-jin took out his clothes again and stood up.

“Don’t speak so darkly as if you’ve poured a whole bucket of black paint on it. Change the tone a bit.” The top and coat in gray, and the pants in black. You can remember it as two bright tones and one dark tone.

“…….”

“Write it down.”

“Uh, yeah.”

As I was jotting down Baek Woo-jin’s incessant chatter, the house had turned into a complete mess before I knew it.

At some point, he must have decided that it wasn’t going to work, because he started throwing clothes at me and telling me to try them on.

Even though I couldn’t understand why I had to hold a fashion show at this hour of the night, my body moved diligently.

“It’s too bland.”

“Try it on.”

“Hmm~ no.” Try this on.

“Again?”

“Hyung, I’m busy too.” This is all for you, isn’t it? “Don’t you understand my feelings at all?”

“……It sounds like something I’ve heard a lot in gaslighting experiences.”

“No.” You’re mistaken. “Change quickly.”

“Right?”

“I told you so.”

Since I’m grateful to Baek Woo-jin for taking precious time for me, it’s not difficult to put on and take off clothes for an hour.

“Take a look around.” “Don’t wear your pants like that.”

“Like this?”

No. Ha. Bro, don’t you want to do it? If you don’t want to do it, let’s just stop.

“That’s not it.”

“It will be broadcast nationwide, so the one who should be embarrassed is you.” No. How is your mother? How upset must your mom be, thinking that you’re living well in Seoul? You really shouldn’t do this.

“Ah, got it.” I’ll wear it again.

“……Okay.” Everything is good, but… Why did Carla post it? You look totally like an old man.

“You’re an uncle, right?”

“Who calls a 35-year-old ‘uncle’ these days?” It’s the prime time. “Lower the collar and try this on.”

“Can’t we just stop now?” I feel like I’ve worn about 20 outfits.

“Nothing is okay, that’s why this is happening.” Do you think I’m doing this to bother you?

“A little.”

“That’s right.” It’s kind of fun.

“Hey.”

“Still, you have to look good.” You shouldn’t look like a beggar. It would be nice to look pretty, right?

“……That’s true.” Does that mean you think I’m a beggar right now?

“Yeah.”

“This crazy.”

After struggling to change clothes for about an hour, both my body and mind were exhausted.

With a heart that couldn’t take it anymore, I stepped outside, and Baek Woo-jin finally nodded.

“Uh? Are you okay?

“Yeah.”

“Really?” “Is it done now?”

“Yes. Now I can wear those clothes and go buy more clothes.

“…….”

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I left the office to Mukkunji PD and headed to WTV early in the morning.

Even though it’s a day trip, I plan to return to Seoul late at night, so I need to skip today’s personal broadcast.

The first location of ‘Baekban Ttara’ is Gangneung City, Gangwon Province.

Jeongdongjin, Jumunjin, Gyeongpodae, and other tourist spots are abundant, but for me, who hails from Donghae City, these places are all too familiar.

I haven’t been able to go recently, so I wonder if anything has changed, but I don’t have high expectations.

“Huh? Mr. Chanyong?

It’s PD Park Sang-cheol’s voice.

When I turned my head, PD Park Sang-cheol was wide-eyed and laughing.

Wow. Did you go somewhere? The person looks different.

“Hahaha.”

I went to the hair salon for the first time in two years, got a facial, bought some clothes for a change, and even got my makeup done at the shop early in the morning, and it seems to have turned out well.

There is a reward for enduring a week of torment from Baek Woo-jin.

“But our show is natural.” It would be better to remove the makeup. “Are you okay?”

“……Yes.”

That bastard Baek Woo-jin, as soon as he gets here, I’ll twist his neck.