Episode 47: I Wanna Spank That Butt
[⚠️ Storm of Tears Warning] Free Sense’s 1st Juice-Squeezing Battle
Subtitle: Who’s the Real Actor Here?
—Cheongryong Sword King: Seung-ah’s confident downfall lolololol
—hkpark8791: Seon-yu’s visuals for real??
—Riffle: Pippi pippipippipippipippi!
—Muhyeon Demon Lord: “A girl’s noble tears are saved for our first music show win.” So unnecessarily epic lololol
—Angdangguri: These girls are so fun lololol
—Najaran: Tragic deer lololol
—Hee Ji-jae: Gorani lololololololol
—musado0105: Seung-ah’s too cute, it’s infuriating
—Arkimimi: All of them are so charming lolol
—DeLoker: This lineup change is a godsend
—Bisan Street: 5:13 OMG… ㅗㅜㅑ…
—Namu: Caught the fleeting glimpse—thanks, perv
—JayRutt: What’s OMG?
—WingRoad: Underboob, probably
—Banshin Nerguri: Whoa, epic…
—IDW: That’s a win for him
—Gimenj: Who is it???
—Khala: Main vocal Kwon Ah-hyun?
—OLDBOY: K-Underboob, welcome
Why’s this suddenly turning into an underboob flood?
The wholesome comment section went blasphemous in seconds.
I clicked the timestamp from the first commenter.
It was the scene where Seung-ah, after her deer impression, self-roasted with Doraemon.
-“Ugh, Seung-ah! Why can’t you act? Just go die!”
-“Pfft-hahahaha!”
-“Puhuh, is this unnie for real?”
-“Hehe, huh!”
Ah… Ah-hyun’s short dolphin shorts, riding up as she rolled laughing on the floor.
A two-second glimpse of her underboob, perfectly captured.
Since it was a rushed dorm shoot, she hadn’t worn undershorts.
Girl group communities I lurk in are full of these split-second exposure screenshots.
They rack up best comments, and if they’re too spicy, agencies request takedowns.
As a guy, I’d click without guilt.
But seeing my artist in that spot? My face burned with rage.
It was so fleeting and unfocused that Jun-ho, the editor, must’ve missed it.
Still, I blamed him a bit.
“Ugh, this idiot… He should’ve caught stuff like this…”
Grumbling, I went to call Jun-ho when Seung-ah asked, “What’s up?”
“There’s an exposure shot in the new video. Gotta ask Jun-ho to edit it out.”
“Me? What did I expose? I didn’t do anything.”
“When you were laughing on the living room floor during my deer impression. Your butt showed a bit, and someone commented on it.”
“No way? Show me.”
The girls crowded around me.
I replayed the scene on the tablet.
“What?! Why’s my butt that big?!”
No, the size isn’t the issue…
Seung-ah’s shriek made Ah-hyun wince. “You’re always like that. Wide hips, big chest.”
“Huh? What big chest?”
“You’re a B-cup.”
“B’s average.”
“A’s the problem…”
Jin-ah piled on. “Ah-hyun unnie, your figure’s gorgeous. Hidden power dork.”
“Huh? What’s that?”
“Someone who hides their strength while looking like a dork.”
“I wasn’t a dork.”
“It’s not that. Just means your body’s pretty in a subtle way. I’m dying.”
“But my figure’s pretty, so why are you dying?”
Ah-hyun has zero interest in internet memes or slang.
She’s got this old-soul vibe.
Anyway.
So Ah-hyun’s figure is that good…?
Seon-yu, the deer, eyed Ah-hyun’s lower half enviously.
“Ah-hyun’s big butt is a fact. I wanna spank it.”
“Unnie, I’ve had a complex about my big butt since I was little.”
“Ugh, people with it always want more… Why?”
“My legs and thighs are skinny, but my hips and butt are huge, so finding pants that fit is a nightmare. Even when we measure for outfits, the stylists said it—‘duck butt’…”
“Oh, yeah, they did. Still, I’m so flat, I’m jealous of duck butt.”
“I want Seon-yu’s body. Guess I’ll have to be reborn…”
“Seon-yu’s a cheat code. Woo-ya too. If you like slim model types, Seon-yu; for glamorous, Woo-ya. Ah-hyun, you’re kinda Woo-ya side, right?”
“I hate that…”
Now Ah-hyun eyed Seon-yu enviously.
“Sigh, I want to be slim like Seon-yu too.”
Pretty girls hyping each other up…
The visual queen, refusing to deny it, lifted her chin slightly, proud, as if begging for more praise.
Seon-yu really loves herself.
She knows she’s pretty and doesn’t hide it behind false humility.
It could come off as annoying, but somehow it suits her…
“Seon-yu, what pants size do you wear?”
“I don’t know the exact measurements. Small or extra-small at online shops works.”
“So, like a 26. Jealous…”
If they hadn’t brought it up, I wouldn’t have noticed.
But with the girls constantly chatting about bodies, I couldn’t help but become aware of what I’d ignored.
Ah-hyun, the “body purebred,” stuck out most.
But it wasn’t obvious.
Unlike Woo-ya, who wears clingy clothes that highlight everything, Ah-hyun favors loose oversized tops, hiding her chest and hips.
The underboob clip happened because she was on the floor—her “duck butt” complex might explain her long-shirt preference.
“Ugh, from now on, undershorts at the dorm too.”
Ah-hyun, having read all the underboob controversy comments, replayed the video.
I agreed. “Yeah, not just you—since we’ll upload more daily vlogs, always wear undershorts with hot pants or skirts. Especially you, Woo-ya.”
“Why me, oppa?”
“No tight or revealing clothes.”
“Wow, boomer.”
“I’m not being a boomer—CEO Jung said it too. Your exposure’s too much.”
“Come on, who’s looking at my chest or hips? No one cares, so relax.”
This…
You use cleavage as your toast stall’s main sales tactic, then play innocent?
Seon-yu’s the bold “yep, I’m pretty” type, while Woo-ya knows she’s hot but acts clueless and carefree, like a sly fox.
“Anyway, we need to edit this.”
I closed the juice-squeezing battle video.
“The focus is too much on Ah-hyun’s butt.”
“Yeah, yeah. Ask for a mosaic, oppa. It’s not a hip-up—it looks like an auntie’s saggy butt.”
It wasn’t that bad…
Since Ah-hyun wanted it fixed, I called Jun-ho first, but before that, I asked Team Leader Jeon’s opinion.
His take was different.
-“We monitor that stuff anyway. We screenshot and sue the creeps and harassers. But this? It’s fine to let it slide. Over-censoring’s not good either.”
Like with the truck accident turned promo article, Jeon’s conservative but shrewd on this front.
-“Ah-hyun hates it?”
“Yes.”
-“Put her on. I’ll talk to her.”
“Yes. Ah-hyun, Team Leader.”
“Hello?”
After the call, Ah-hyun was convinced by Jeon.
We decided to leave the video unedited.
-“The Smile Again guide mix is done. Bring the girls to Jung’s studio.”
“Now?”
-“Yeah.”
***
Ah-hyun’s recording of Smile Again’s final guide version was ready.
I’d only heard the chorus from the future video, so I listened to the full track with bated breath.
I’d heard an earlier version with someone else’s vocals, but Ah-hyun’s take felt entirely new.
The A4 sheet with lyrics listed parts by member, and naturally, the original three got the bulk.
After listening together, CEO Jung Han-yong addressed the newbies so they wouldn’t feel left out.
“Woo-ya and Seon-yu, your parts are small. It’s ‘cause you’re still working on vocals, so don’t take it personally.”
“Yes, sir.”
Seon-yu nodded determinedly, vowing to improve, while Woo-ya beamed, grateful for even a line.
“I’m fine with none,” Jin-ah said.
“How’s the song? We’ll tweak the arrangement and add a rap, but think of this as the near-final.”
“Love it!”
Seung-ah answered first.
The original three had liked their past experimental concepts, but who wouldn’t love a proper girl group track?
To me, they’d seemed more vibrant singing “How Do I Look Today?” at the morale concert than Halloween Day on Hot Topic.
“Hyun-jong, this chorus is yours, right?” Jung said.
“Yeah, so we’ll put your name on the credits.”
“Huh…?”
“Joint lyricist and composer for copyright. We’ll split it fairly by word count and melody ratio.”
“Whoa! Oppa’s making his debut?”
“Yup.”
Wait, technically, I didn’t compose it.
I just leaked what I saw in the future video.
It felt like fencing stolen goods.
I waved my hands frantically. “No, no, really, you don’t have to.”
“You trying to make me look stingy?”
“No, it’s not that, I just… uh…”
When I couldn’t respond, Jung dropped the playfulness.
“We’re giving you fair credit for what you made. No need to feel bad. We’re not in the business of losing money, right?”
“Oh…”
Me, with zero music theory, getting composer credits?
This feels wrong.
But I can’t exactly confess the truth…
I had no choice but to accept Jung’s offer.
“Your name as-is, Kang Hyun-jong? Or want a stage name?”
My real name felt guilty, so maybe a stage name…
But nothing came to mind.
Jin-ah, the deer-beetle, suggested one.
“Hardworking Road Manager.”
Jung said it was too long, so she shortened it.
“Then, ‘Good Manager.’ Catchy, right?”
Good Manager… sounds a bit…
Weirdly suggestive.
I didn’t love it, but complaining might make me seem pervy, so I stayed quiet.
Woo-ya jumped in. “Whoa, what makes our manager oppa so good?”
“Hey, stop it. It’s about work. ‘Good at Work Manager.’”
“Hehe, what kind of work could it be? Am I the only one curious?”
Ugh…
Getting close enough to drop sexy jokes in front of the CEOs?
The other girls stayed silent, but Seung-ah chimed in, “I’m curious too, hehe!”
“Alright, no rush. Pick a name later. The rap’ll be ready tonight, so start practicing and prep for recording.”
“Yes, sir!”
“And this time, we’ll incorporate your input as much as possible. Think about costume concepts too.”
VIP, month three.
Full-on album production kicked off.