The Coordinator Unni checked my stage costume and asked,
“Do-hee, isn’t it uncomfortable?”
“No, it’s fine.”
There’s no way this outfit I wore a few months ago for the music video wouldn’t fit.
“Isn’t there a feeling of tightness?”
“There’s a bit because of this… but I’m used to it so it’s no problem~”
I don’t have a reason for my clothes size to change since I’m not building muscles like boy idols.
The reason the Coordinator Unni was worried is that I’m still at that growing age.
Of course, at 18, most girls have stopped growing.
Still, just in case, we measured a few days ago.
The result showed I had grown just a tiny bit.
Overall.
Height, bust, everything.
─Do-sumgochi~ Have you grown bigger?
Woo-ah Unni’s conviction suddenly felt a little eerie.
‘I’m sure when I checked my body in the mirror, it didn’t really show…’
Of course, I did feel pretty proud of the newly changed alphabet.
E Do-hee, hee hee…
Honestly, if I reflect on this now.
When I was younger, I wanted to grow tall just to beat my mom, but deep down, I worried that growing up would be uncomfortable.
I asked my piano teacher about it for quite some time.
─Well? To be honest, it’s a bit uncomfortable… but doesn’t everything have its pros and cons? But Do-hee, were you suddenly curious about that? Were you worried about whether the teacher would have a hard time!? Oh~ Our Do-hee, how can your heart be so pretty~? Come here, the teacher will give you a kiss!
That was such a great memory.
Anyway, now that I’ve grown to E, I don’t feel any discomfort at all.
Of course, anyone can see that my piano teacher’s level is beyond jaw-dropping, so it must be uncomfortable.
But for me, with a smaller bust, it feels more like a nice balance rather than just huge, if that makes sense.
Even when I wear clothes, everything gets nicely covered, and only the shape shows beautifully.
“Ah, Do-hee, you truly were born with everything… but why does Unni feel sad?”
Of course, I could affirm the mixed compliment from the Coordinator Unni.
However, I do have my own inconveniences.
In the case of a tank top like today’s stage outfit that exposes shoulder lines,
as a minor, to avoid any exposure that could cause problems, I had to wear a sports bra that acted like a compress.
A sports bra is designed to hold everything firmly so that nothing shakes during vigorous movements.
Naturally, the strong compression leads to feelings of tightness and discomfort.
But I was used to this.
I had been wearing it since middle school.
It was true for practice, exercise, and even during Seven’s stage performances.
I wanted to prevent any unnecessary stretching or deformity.
‘I don’t want to sag or fall apart.’
My beautiful appearance is a brand for my life, and I can’t accept anything less.
That’s impossible.
‘This level of discomfort is something I just have to endure, phew…’
With that thought, a very pleasant idea suddenly came to mind to solve this annoying situation.
Indeed, it seems that brilliant ideas arise from suffering.
“Unni! Unni!”
I ran happily towards Seo-yoon Unni, who was sitting on the sofa in the waiting room.
*
Surely, a debut showcase is supposed to be a joyful day.
However, Seo-yoon may not be feeling so great right now.
There are many factors involved.
The anxiety of whether or not we will succeed in this second debut.
The burden of countless expectations from fans based on the previous popularity.
The stage fright and tension that have been a chronic issue since the Seven days.
But these tiny factors have long been forgotten.
Thanks to Do-hee, who was quietly singing next to me.
“Without others knowing~”
Of course, it wasn’t that I disliked Do-hee’s singing, which she had been diligently working on during the seven years of vocal lessons.
‘It’s true that she’s improving as much as she’s working hard.’
In that sense, even though she’s my younger sister, I can’t help but be inspired.
Do-hee’s singing wasn’t bad during her trainee days to begin with.
The problem arose when her vocal color changed drastically for some reason.
But gradually, she found her style again, and now she definitely sounds good.
‘Of course, I’m the main vocal.’
That I can’t give up.
The issue is that the lyrics to the song that Do-hee, who came running with her tail wagging, suddenly sang while sitting next to me somehow sounded unpleasant.
“I’m not hesitating~ I cried~”
“What did you say?”
Moreover, the accent in that strange part felt strangely emphasized.
And when she sang that lyric, our eyes met.
Every time that happened, Do-hee unnecessarily puffed out her chest.
Even though she was wearing a sports bra, her chest looked similar to Seo-yoon’s.
‘Still, a B cup should put her in the top 20 percent, right… phew.’
I had a strong feeling she was teasing me.
Just as I was about to retaliate, Do-hee remarkably sensed it and said casually, “Unni, don’t you know the old love song?”
“I know it, but why suddenly…”
“What? Are you ignoring our dad’s favorite song? He sings it every time at karaoke. Dad’s coming today, are you going to tell him? Dad’s super scary, you know?”
She innocently brought up our dad.
So, I didn’t know what to say.
“No, I mean, it’s good. It’s good, but… sigh… damn…”
And then Do-hee started humming again.
“Without others knowing~ I’m hesitating…”
Forget about the showcase and everything.
I seriously thought about killing her.
And at that moment, a staff member’s voice came through.
“It’s 6:01!”
“Oh, it’s 6:06! The music video is coming out.”
Do-hee started rummaging through her pants.
It began.
“Ha… Hah…”
Then, I poked Chiyo, who was meditating seriously and anxiously with her breathing exercises.
“Where’s my phone?”
“Huh…? Why are you asking me?”
“Forget it, just hand it over! You hid it, didn’t you?”
“Not me! I wouldn’t joke around on such an important day!”
“Just give it to me quickly. I won’t say anything.”
In the meantime, Seo-yoon secretly pulled Do-hee’s phone out of her pocket.
And then, she casually set it aside.
‘Hah… I’ll let it slide just for today.’
Just then, a YouTube notification rang out.
“Hey, that’s your phone.”
Seo-yoon pointed to Do-hee’s phone, which had group photos of the Seven members and the Debonaire members stuck together.
“This is sooo unfair!!”
Thanks to that, Chiyo forgot her anxiety and began bouncing around.
“Wow… Really? When did I drop this?”
“Sigh… It’s because you’re always so clumsy. Now, hurry up and play the music video.”
“Okay, okay. Na-eun, Woo-ah, come quickly!”
And thus, Debonaire’s first activity began.
*
[Debonaire ‘Debonair’ Official M/V]
In the showcase hall, bustling sounds filled the air.
“Finally…!”
Home Mama placed her phone between herself and her friend, instantly clicking on the music video without even looking at the thumbnail.
The opening was a dark hallway, with a glowing green emergency exit sign in front.
The screen seemed to rush toward the exit.
As they approached the door, a hand reached for the doorknob.
The hand hesitated for a moment but finally slowly turned the handle.
Creeeak—
At that moment, a groovy bassline gradually rose in volume.
A clear yet somewhat low and decadent voice began to resonate.
“Is that Do-hee…?!”
-I can see you.
What appeared when the door opened was a figure standing a few steps ahead, blocking the entrance.
It was a girl with long hair dressed in a cropped navy suit.
Then the girl turned around.
Home Mama’s breath caught in her throat.
“……!”
The slightly more refined, daily-maturing face was captivating at first glance.
But Do-hee’s gaze was chillingly expressionless, as if she had never seen anything like it before.
-Calling devil more.
Then Do-hee took a step back.
There was neither fear nor surprise, just her calm, expressionless demeanor.
Only the previously hidden background slowly came into the camera’s view.
The focus was still off, keeping the vision hazy.
What’s clear is the CCTV filled with yellow lights.
The other four members are watching the surveillance screen.
Each one donned in suits of different colors.
-Loving even more (Ay)
And then Do-hee sneaks in a smirk.
As if sharing a secret, she brings her index finger to her lips.
-Fall in Debonair
At the same time, a trendy Latin pop vibe bass underlies the scene, and the screen goes completely dark.
Then, the lights come back on.
Seo-yoon jolts awake in the room, eyes wide open.
Seo-yoon looks around.
A room filled with red apples.
-Feels like everything has changed
Why does it all make sense?
You won’t understand it (Woah-ooh)
‘The whistle sound is pretty nice…?’
But Seo-yoon, feeling at ease as if it all seems familiar, takes a bite of an apple.
The perspective shifts, capturing Seo-yoon’s side profile alongside group shots of the members dancing.
CCTV room, where members are dressed in neat yet stylish suits.
At that moment, Na-eun is at the center.
Then, individual shots cut back in.
-What kind of magic am I under?
What kind of curse is this?
Feels like a vivid dream (Woah-ooh)
The elevator door closes, in a narrow gap.
Through it, Na-eun winks.
Moments later, the elevator shakes and plummets.
It seems dangerous, but inside, everything remains calm.
In a state of weightlessness, Na-eun floats comfortably in the air.
Again, group cuts and individual shots alternate.
This time, Woo-ah is at the center.
-One thing’s for sure
That different feeling,
such a unique emotion.
Walking through the hotel corridor,
The lights turn off as she passes by.
Due to fireworks bursting here and there.
Likewise, there’s no sense of crisis.
Woo-ah walks right through it, unfazed.
In this group dance scene, the focus is on Chiyo.
A neon-filled bustling street.
Electricity sparks here and there, causing shorts.
The billboard threatens to fall.
Just grazed by, the billboard crumples the roof of a car.
-One thing’s for sure
The feelings have arrived.
And we return to the group dance scene.
Members are reaching out with their hands, executing grand choreography all around.
Chiyo in the center zooms in.
She sweeps her hand from the sky to the center,
tilting her head sideways with a gesture.
And with a heavily synthesized deep voice,
-What will you do next is
From the side, Do-hee steps forward, the chorus hits harder than before.
-I can see you calling devil more
Loving even more
Fall in Debonair
