338: Chapter 318 I spoil my fans even more than Karina~

Jiang Zhiyu's voice flowed steadily through the practice room, like unfolding a futuristic scroll.

“The initial concept is to design a project series titled 'Black Mamba Invading Kwangya.' The format will be a standard large-scale RPG-style live-action variety show.”

He gestured in the air with his hands, attempting to depict the world still taking shape in his mind.

“The core is utilizing the VR virtual reality technology TG Entertainment is currently developing and iterating. When showcasing the grand 'Kwangya' landscapes and specific plot scenes, you'll wear professional motion capture suits and perform in a virtual studio without physical props. The complete Kwangya world will be synthesized in post-production.”

NingNing's eyes widened. “Like filming a sci-fi movie?”

“Similar,” Jiang Zhiyu nodded. “But for segments requiring real interaction between members or completing specific task challenges, we'll use physical sets combined with green screen filming. For example, building a set that simulates a 'Kwangya Outpost,' or turning a real warehouse into 'Data Ruins' where you'll perform tasks like decryption, item searching, and combat.”

Uchinaga Eri thought it over. “In that case, the visual effects will be very cool, and we can truly 'build' the world from our concept.”

“Exactly.” Jiang Zhiyu looked at Karina. She was listening with extreme focus, her eyes sharp, clearly already calculating various possibilities in her head. “Not only that, this project can also link up with other idol groups within SM.”

“A crossover?” Karina keenly caught the keyword.

“Yes. Kwangya is an open worldview; theoretically, it can accommodate any 'visitor',” Jiang Zhiyu explained. “We can design it so that every episode or every few episodes, different SM seniors or peer groups are invited as 'special guest players' to join and complete a chapter's mission with aespa. For instance, Red Velvet as special investigators from the 'Real World'? Or a certain NCT unit as 'Parallel Universe Travelers' who wandered into Kwangya by mistake?”

He paused and added, “This won't just increase internal mobility and buzz within SM; it'll also be a great way to promote 'Family Love' to the public. More importantly, every crossover can highlight and reinforce the aespa members' own settings from different angles—you are the natives of 'Kwangya,' the guides, the core.”

Karina nodded slowly, having fully understood Jiang Zhiyu's deeper meaning. “This... is also laying the groundwork and popularizing the worldview for future new idol groups SM might launch that also connect to the 'Kwangya' concept.”

“Smart.” Jiang Zhiyu gave her an appreciative look. “If this model succeeds, it will no longer be just a variety show, but a sustainable, highly expandable IP content platform.”

The four girls were all shaken by this grand vision, their eyes sparkling with anticipation. Kim Minjeong even forgot her shyness for a moment, her mouth slightly agape with an expression of pure admiration that said, 'Oppa is so amazing.'

But Jiang Zhiyu then changed the subject, his tone becoming practical.

“Of course, everything I'm saying now is just a very early framework. Specific game rules, script design, technical implementation, filming processes, post-production... every single link requires an enormous amount of energy and resources to polish.”

He sighed and rubbed his brow, showing a weary but genuine smile. “And it really is too early to talk about this now. TG has limited manpower and is about to go all-in on the filming of 'the crab,' plus collaborations with other groups like (G)I-DLE are also moving forward. This project needs to be planned for the long term.”

Karina immediately expressed her understanding, her expression returning to its usual steady and reliable state. “We understand, Oppa. It's a rare opportunity and a massive project, so it needs sufficient preparation time. We in aespa will also continue to work hard to improve ourselves, ensuring that when the opportunity truly comes, we can greet it in our best state.”

Her tone was firm and her gaze clear, demonstrating the responsibility of an excellent leader.

Jiang Zhiyu looked at Karina, his eyes filled with unconcealed trust and gratification. “I've always believed in your ability and sense of responsibility, Ji-min. In the future, TG and I will grow and move forward together with aespa, helping you, and helping ourselves, to become better versions of ourselves.”

These words were spoken very solemnly, like a promise.

The atmosphere in the practice room became exceptionally solemn and warm because of this trust and expectation.

And then—

Just as this sense of solemnity reached its peak, Jiang Zhiyu suddenly blinked, and the weariness and gravity on his face were instantly replaced by a mischievous smile.

He turned his head, his gaze accurately locking onto Kim Minjeong, who was still feeling overwhelmed with emotion from the 'grand blueprint.'

“Of course,”

The end of his sentence rose slightly, carrying obvious teasing.

“Before that...”

He deliberately dragged out his tone.

Kim Minjeong's heart skipped a beat, sensing an ominous premonition.

Sure enough, Jiang Zhiyu added the second half of the sentence with a beaming smile:

“Minjeong, you still owe me a meal.”

“We agreed, if you got a perfect score, you'd treat me to BBQ.”

“You're not... planning to go back on your word, are you?”

Kim Minjeong: “...!!!”

The longing and emotion on her face instantly froze, and then her face turned beet red again in a flash.

“Yah! Oppa!!”

She cried out in embarrassment and frustration, grabbing an empty ball of wrapping paper from beside her (luckily it wasn't bread) and making a move to throw it at him.

“Hahahaha!” NingNing and Uchinaga Eri instantly collapsed into laughter together.

Even the usually steady Karina couldn't help but turn her face away, her shoulders shaking suspiciously.

Jiang Zhiyu, meanwhile, smiled until his eyes were like crescent moons, looking triumphant as if to say, 'I just love seeing you get worked up.'

In the morning light, the serious blueprint for the future intertwined with the lighthearted bickering of the moment.

Trust, expectations, the promise of fighting side-by-side, and an 'owed' BBQ meal.

All of these together formed the look of the 'future' that people looked forward to.

——

When he came out of the aespa practice room, Jiang Zhiyu's steps should have headed toward the elevator.

The meeting with the SM PR department was over, and he'd seen the aespa kids. Next, he should return to the company to handle the preparations for 'the crab,' or confirm the meeting time for (G)I-DLE with Cube.

The elevator was at the end of the corridor, its indicator light glowing softly.

But Jiang Zhiyu's steps paused as he passed a fork in the path.

To the left was the elevator, the parking lot, and the road back to his daily work.

To the right was the corridor leading deep toward the Red Velvet practice room.

He stood there, still holding the empty paper coffee bag.

Reason told him he should go left.

Everything that needed to be said had been said, and everyone who needed to be seen had been seen. The follow-up collaboration for Red Velvet's 'the collapsed daily life' had already been finalized; there was no need for him to make a separate trip. Moreover, if he went over now and they were training, it would only be a distraction.

But his body seemed to have a will of its own.

Jiang Zhiyu stood in place and remained silent for five seconds.

And then—

He turned and walked to the right.

His steps were very light, as if he were afraid of disturbing something.

The deeper he went into the corridor, the quieter it became. The doors of the other practice rooms were closed, with faint music and voices occasionally drifting out, but behind the thick soundproof doors, they all sounded distant and blurred.

Red Velvet's practice room was at the very end of the corridor, the room with the full-length mirror wall.

When he was still a dozen steps from the door, Jiang Zhiyu heard music. It wasn't an intense dance track, but a slow ballad. The piano notes flowed gently, and the female singer's voice was tender and ethereal.

He made his steps even lighter, walking to the door almost soundlessly.

Through the glass window on the door, he saw the scene inside.

Only a few lights were on in the practice room, the light soft, casting a warm glow on the wooden floor. The mirror wall reflected this quiet space, and also reflected the only person inside.

Bae Joo-hyun.

She was wearing loose black sweatpants and a white short-sleeved T-shirt, her hair casually tied in a low ponytail with a few stray strands falling on either side of her face. She wore no makeup, and her bare face looked exceptionally fair and... real under the soft light.

She was stretching alone.

With her legs apart, her body slowly folded downward, trying to bring her forehead close to her knees. Her movements were slow and focused, as if she were immersed in her own world. The hem of her T-shirt slid up slightly with her movements, revealing a small section of her slender waist.

Standing outside the door and watching that scene, Jiang Zhiyu's heart suddenly began to throb uncontrollably.

Thump, thump, thump—

Each beat was so heavy it felt like it would burst through his chest.

He subconsciously held his breath, as if afraid of disturbing the person inside, and also as if afraid of disturbing those things in his heart he didn't dare touch.

In the practice room, Bae Joo-hyun changed her posture. Sitting on the floor with one leg straight and the other bent, her body slowly leaned toward the straightened side. Her hand grabbed her toes, and her forehead tried to touch her knee, revealing the graceful curve of her neck.

Jiang Zhiyu looked at that curve, at those scattered stray hairs, at her calf muscles tightening slightly from the effort, and at her quiet, focused profile.

His heart beat even faster.

So fast it felt absurd even to himself.

Shit!

He cursed himself harshly in his mind.

Peeping at a girl?

How shameless!

After cursing, he gritted his teeth and forced himself to look away, preparing to turn and leave.

But his feet seemed to have grown roots; he couldn't move a single step.

He stood there silently, then slowly turned his head back, his gaze falling once more on that quiet, stretching figure.

Just one more look.

Just one.

Jiang Zhiyu said to himself.

And then, he just stood there watching, look after look, unable to tear his eyes away.

Bae Joo-hyun seemed completely unaware of the gaze from outside the door. She continued her stretching, her movements slow and focused, occasionally frowning slightly when a certain part felt too tight, and occasionally letting out a soft breath when a stretch was completed.

Those tiny changes in expression, those inadvertent looks, appeared so real and so... vivid under the soft lights.

As Jiang Zhiyu watched her, the shadow of another person uncontrollably surfaced in his mind.

Baek Ji-xin.

The woman who had been in love with him for three years back on the Tianxuan Continent, but who eventually broke up with him due to a clash of ideals.

She was also a leader.

She also had that kind of personality—gentle, responsible, taking care of her members like younger sisters, and putting the team before herself.

When they were in love, she was always missing dates because of work. On his birthday, she rushed over, spent half an hour eating with him, and then left because a member had an emergency. For their anniversary, she had promised a week in advance to celebrate properly, but that evening, she called, her voice tired and apologetic: “Zhiyu, the girls aren't feeling very well, I have to stay with them...”

He understood; he had always understood.

He was a producer; he understood the hardships and pressures of being an idol better than anyone. He also loved her, so he was willing to be patient and wait.

But understanding was one thing, and patience was another.

That feeling of being put in second place time and time again, that exhaustion of never being her priority, accumulated over the days and months, and eventually wore away all the passion.

So when she said the words, “I think it's better if we separate for a while,” he was silent for a long time, and finally only said one word: “Okay.”

There was no argument, no attempt to make her stay.

Because he knew she was right.

They weren't right for each other.

What he needed was someone who could put him first, while she was destined to put the team first.

Then, less than a week later, he transmigrated.

He came to this world, carrying those unfulfilled affections, unresolved regrets, and a heart that had been wounded through and through.

Standing outside the door, looking at Joohyun inside, those buried memories surged up like a tide.

Baek Ji-xin was also a leader.

Baek Ji-xin was also that earnest and responsible, putting the team first.

Baek Ji-xin was also like that... making him both love her deeply and feel helpless.

And Joohyun—

She was in the same situation.

Red Velvet had been debuted for many years and had weathered many storms. As the leader, the pressure she bore and the sacrifices she made were something outsiders couldn't even imagine. She was also the one who always put the team first, the one who would sacrifice herself for the members.

In fact, her situation in the company was even more difficult than Baek Ji-xin's.

Who in the industry didn't know about SM's 'anti-explosion' strategy for girl groups? It took seven years after her debut for her to have her first solo single, and even then it was an OST. The unfair distribution of resources, the public comments that girl group members 'should make way for newcomers when they get older,' and all those overt and covert suppressions...

Jiang Zhiyu knew these things because he had researched them.

He told himself it was because he needed to understand the background of his business partner.

But in some corner of his heart, he knew it wasn't.

He just wanted to know if she was doing well.

Did anyone understand her sacrifices?

Did anyone see her grievances?

Was there anyone... standing by her side, telling her, “You're already doing great, you don't need to push yourself so hard”?

Just like the things he had wanted to say to Baek Ji-xin back then but never did.

Jiang Zhiyu's fingers tightened unconsciously, crumpling the empty paper coffee bag.

Countless times, he had warned himself—

Bae Joo-hyun is Bae Joo-hyun.

She is not Baek Ji-xin.

Treating her as a substitute for Baek Ji-xin would be disrespectful to her.

And also... a betrayal of Baek Ji-xin.

But logic is logic, and emotion is emotion.

He found that he really couldn't distinguish between them rationally.

Every time he saw Joohyun, his heart would accelerate uncontrollably.

Every time he heard news about her, he would instinctively pay a little more attention.

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Every time there was an opportunity to collaborate, he would subconsciously want to do more for her—just like the "Perfect Posture" setting in "the collapsed daily life" that the system praised crazily, just like when he helped her out of a tight spot at that dinner, just like... standing here right now, like a stalker, watching her stretch alone.

He really did want to get closer to her, after all.

He wanted to help her escape the same fate as Baek Ji-xin—those so-called "anti-explosion" measures, those unfair resource allocations, those grievances of giving the most but receiving the least.

He wanted her to know that someone was watching her, someone was recognizing her, someone... cared about her.

But—what was this clear-headed yet involuntary approach like?

Jiang Zhiyu looked at the quiet figure inside, the corners of his mouth curling into a bitter arc.

Like a moth to a flame, perhaps.

Knowing full well it was fire, yet still unable to resist wanting to get close.

Knowing full well she wasn't her, yet still unable to control his own heart.

And Bae Joo-hyun...

Jiang Zhiyu's eyes darkened.

She was a person with a strong sense of defense to begin with.

As the eldest sister and leader of Red Velvet, and with years of performing career, she had learned how to keep a distance from people, how to protect herself with polite alienation.

During that dinner, when she faced Lee Tima's piercing questions, that calm and distant response, that line "Give it to whoever you want," that posture of throwing the decision back to the giver and detaching herself as an observer...

She protected herself too well.

So well that people didn't know how to approach her.

So well that even if someone wanted to get close, they couldn't find an entry point.

Jiang Zhiyu stood outside the door, watching Bae Joo-hyun finish her last stretching movement and slowly stand up.

She loosened her shoulders, then walked to the wall, picked up a bottle of water, and took a sip.

While drinking, her neck stretched into a graceful curve, her throat moving slightly.

Jiang Zhiyu looked at that curve, his throat suddenly feeling a bit dry.

Just then—Bae Joo-hyun put down the water bottle, her gaze accidentally sweeping over the doorway.

Through the glass window, their gazes met briefly for that split second.

Jiang Zhiyu's heart skipped a beat.

Then, almost instinctively, he turned and left.

His steps were fast, even carrying a hint of embarrassment.

He didn't look back, and he didn't know if Bae Joo-hyun had chased after him, or if she was just looking at his fleeing back in confusion.

He just walked quickly, all the way to the end of the corridor, turned the corner, and completely disappeared from her sight.

Then, he leaned against the wall, gasping for air, his heart still pounding wildly.

"Shit."

Jiang Zhiyu, you really are...

He closed his eyes and smiled bitterly.

A moth to a flame.

Clear-headed yet involuntary.

This was his current state.

And that gaze, briefly meeting through the glass window—he didn't know if Bae Joo-hyun had seen clearly that it was him, nor did he know what she would think.

It was just... that pair of eyes, even at such a long distance and for such a short time, still made his heart beat out of control.

Jiang Zhiyu took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

Then, he adjusted his clothes and turned to walk towards the elevator.

This time, he didn't look back.

Nor did he take another look at that door.

——(Sure enough, subscribing to "Bubble" was a mistake. Is it my problem? But I've even changed phones to log in, why hasn't Karina sent a message yet? The messages are still stuck from a few years ago...)

(Sure enough, I spoil fans more than Karina...)

[2026 Year3 moon1 day 06:45 - First Selfie]

The sky outside the window was gray, cloudy, but it didn't look like it was going to rain.

Karina reached out from under the quilt and took a picture of the window.

Rain marks from last night were still on the glass, and the distant buildings were faintly visible.

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She rubbed her eyes and edited, adding a speech Bubble to the photo: "March 1, 2026, 6:45 AM. Cloudy, 5 degrees. A new month, a new first day. The first thought is still you. Have you settled down in my brain? If you have, pay the rent. The rent is thinking of me every day. You've already paid it, so keep living there."

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[06:52 - First Reply Video]

Karina was still lying in bed, wrapped up like a silkworm chrysalis, with only her face exposed.

Her hair was messy, and her eyes were still a bit swollen.

"It's March... Time flies so fast. On the last day of February, I counted 312 times I thought of you, and on the first day of March, I want to count more. Because a new month needs a new breakthrough. The goal is 400 times. Do you think I can finish it? Nod if you can. Nod if you can't, too. Anyway, I can. I have confidence in myself. Even more confidence in you. Because you are worth me thinking of you 400 times a day."

She yawned, tears even coming out.

"I'll get up after lying here for five more minutes. You lie with me. Call me when five minutes are up. If you don't call me... I'll lie for another five minutes. It's Sunday anyway, I can stay in bed, right? Can I? That's good. Then I'll keep lying here. You keep lying there too. Let's lie down together. Although we aren't together, lying down at the same time counts as being together. Right?"

Video ends.

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[07:10 - Second Selfie]

Karina finally crawled out of bed and walked to the window.

She raised her phone and took a picture of the weather outside—cloudy, the sky was grayish-white, birds were flying in the distance, and the tree branches were bare.

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Speech Bubble caption: "I'm up. It's cloudy today, 5 degrees. Looks a bit cold. Are you up? If you are, put on more clothes. If you aren't, keep sleeping, but remember to cover yourself well with the quilt. If you catch a cold, I'll be angry. If I'm angry... I'll make you coax me. Coaxing me takes time. So it's best not to catch a cold. Save time. Use the saved time to think of me. Perfect."

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[07:25 - Second Reply Video]

Karina finished washing her face and recorded a video in front of the mirror.

There were still water droplets on her face, bare-faced but her skin was glowing.

She was wearing fluffy pink pajamas today, looking soft.

"It's Sunday today, but I still have to train. 20 days until the concert. Are you nervous? I am. But it's the good kind of nervousness. Because I'll be able to see you soon. In 20 days, I'll be able to see you in the audience. Scream for me, applaud for me, wave your light stick for me. Just thinking about it makes me happy. When I'm happy, I'm not nervous. So you are my best tranquilizer."

She finished applying skincare and patted her face.

"What am I training for today? Practicing new dances, practicing singing, practicing expression management. I have to look my best on stage. Because you're going to watch. I want to let you see the best-looking me. Let you think proudly in the audience: Look, that's my person. Pretty, right? Amazing, right? Cute, right? She's mine. Proud, right?"

Video ends.

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[07:50 - Third Selfie]

Karina changed her clothes and stood at the entrance, preparing to go out.

Today she was wearing a white hoodie with black sweatpants, an light gray down vest over it, her hair tied in a low ponytail, and wearing a white mask.

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Speech Bubble caption: "Heading out. This is what I'm wearing today. White hoodie, black pants, gray vest. Guess why I'm wearing white? Because you said last time you liked me wearing white. How do I know you like white? You said it yourself. Forgot? If you forgot, forget it. It's enough that I remember. I remember everything. What color you like, what food you like, what weather you like. I remember everything."

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[08:10 - Third Reply Video]

Karina was walking on the road, camera facing the ground.

The wind was a bit strong today, you could hear the howling wind, and her hair was blown messy.

"So cold... 5 degrees is really cold. And the wind is strong. Are you cold over there? If it's cold, wear more. If it's not cold, wear more anyway. Anyway, wearing more is never wrong. If you wear too little, you'll catch a cold. If you catch a cold, my heart will ache. If my heart aches, I'll feel bad. If I feel bad, I'll come to you. If I come to you, you have to coax me. So to keep me from coming to you, you have to dress warmly. This is an order. Not a request. It's an order. You must obey."

She pulled up her collar, burying half her face inside.

"I'm obedient, right? I'm wearing very thick clothes. I even wore a vest. Because you said to take good care of myself. I listened. Am I very good? If I'm good, praise me. If you don't, that's fine, just hug me. But you can't hug me right now. So keep it as a debt. Pay it back when we meet. With interest. How to calculate the interest? Add one second a day. In 20 days, it will be 20 seconds. A 20-second hug. Is that enough? If it's not enough, we can add more. I'm very generous."

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[08:45 - Fourth Selfie]

Karina arrived at the practice room, raised her phone, and took a picture in the mirror.

She was taking off her vest, revealing the white hoodie underneath, her hair was a bit messy, and her face was a bit red from the wind.

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Speech Bubble caption: "Arrived at the practice room. So cold. The wind on the road was super strong. But thinking of you makes me warm. You are my human hand warmer. Although you aren't by my side, my heart is warm. If the heart is warm, the whole body is warm. So you have to stay in my heart forever. You are not allowed to move out. If you move out, I'll chase you. Chase you to the ends of the earth. Once I catch you, I'll move you back. Continue being my hand warmer."

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[09:15 - Fourth Reply Video]

Karina started warming up, recording a video while stretching.

She propped her phone in front of the mirror, doing various movements.

"Warm-up begins. It's cold today, so I need to warm up for a while longer. Otherwise, it's easy to get injured. If I get injured, I can't dance. If I can't dance, I can't hold the concert. If I can't hold the concert, I can't see you. If I can't see you, I'll feel bad. So to keep me from feeling bad, you have to warm up well. Although you aren't training, you have to warm up too. Warm up in your heart. Warm up for me. Understand?"

She did a wide split, her face almost touching her leg.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. Anyway, it's fine as long as I understand. I'm warming up, you're thinking of me. We are each doing our own things. But our hearts are together. Hearts together means being together. Distance is not a problem. Temperature is not a problem. Weather is not a problem. No problem is a problem. Because I think of you, you think of me, that's enough."

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[10:00 - Fifth Selfie]

During a break in practice, Karina sat on the floor drinking water.

She raised her phone and took a picture of the window—the sky was still gray, but the clouds were thinner, and the outline of the sun was faintly visible.

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Speech Bubble caption: "The sun is out. Did you see it? Although there are many clouds, you can see the sun. Isn't it like me? Although there is distance, you can feel me. Feel that I'm thinking of you. Thinking of you every minute and every second. Thinking of you when the sun is out, thinking of you when the sun is hiding. Thinking of you on sunny days, cloudy days, rainy days, and snowy days. Thinking of you every day. Thinking of you every moment."

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[10:30 - Fifth Reply Video]

Karina faced the camera and started sharing training details.

"Let me tell you, today we practiced the climax of the concert. There's a part where I have to be on wires and fly. Fly from this side of the stage to that side. You have to watch carefully when the time comes. Watch how I look when I fly. Do I look like a fairy? If you think so, you're right. I am your fairy. Flying specifically for you to see. Flying in your direction. Waving at you. Remember to wave back. Otherwise, I'll fly off course."

She stood up, gesturing the flying motion.

"Like this, swoosh—fly over. Cool, right? If you think so, you're right. On the day of the concert, I want to fly the best. Let you shout from the audience 'Ji-min-ah, you're so pretty'. Shout the loudest. Let others look at you. Look at you shouting for me. Then they will know you are my person. I am your person. Perfect."

Video ends.

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[11:15 - Sixth Selfie]

Lunch time, Manager delivered the bento box.

Today is Sunday, takeout is hard to order, so it's a bento made by Manager's mom—kimbap, rolled omelet, stir-fried beef, cherry tomatoes, pickled radish.

Karina opened the lid and took three photos from different angles.

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Speech Bubble caption: "Lunch is here. Made by Manager's mom. Looks so delicious. Have you eaten? You must eat well on Sunday too. You are not allowed to cut corners. If you do... I'll have Manager's mom make you one too. Send it over. But I don't know your address. So you better eat well yourself. Take care of yourself. Because you are mine. I have to take good care of my things."

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[11:45 - Sixth Reply Video]

Karina recorded a video while eating.

She picked up a piece of kimbap and shook it at the camera.

"This piece is tuna. Do you love eating tuna? If you love it, good. Even if you don't, you have to love it. Because I'm feeding it to you. Open your mouth—ah—okay, you ate it. So you've had lunch too. No need to thank me. Just treat me to a real meal next time. When? 20 days later. After the concert ends. Let's go eat together. What do you want to eat? I'll treat. You pay. Fair, right?"

She chewed her food, her cheeks puffed out, like a little hamster.

"Mmm, delicious. It would be good if someone made you meals over there. If no one does... I'll learn. I'll learn to make it for you. I'll learn whatever you want to eat. Kimbap, kimchi stew, ginseng chicken soup, jajangmyeon, sweet and sour pork. I can learn all of them. I'm willing to learn anything for you. Because I like you. Super like. Universe-invincibly like."

Video ends.

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