In This Life, I Want an Oscar, Not a Husband - Chapter 89

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This life, I choose The Oscars over a husband.
Chapter 89

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The first time Jung Min-hyun heard Ha Eun-rae sing, he was transported back to his childhood.
Those days when he had no money, only an overwhelming passion for music.
He’d attributed it to Ha Eun-rae’s exceptional acting skills.
And he’d assumed such a performance could only happen once.
But watching Ha Eun-rae work with such fervor on “Cafe First Time,” he understood.
This woman truly reminded him of his younger self.
Park Yoon-bae had said the same thing.

“Watching Eun-rae makes me remember those struggling days back in the theater troupe.”
“Even someone as handsome as you had an unknown period?”
“A brief one. A year or two?”
“Unbelievable.”

Jung Min-hyun chuckled softly, resonating with Park Yoon-bae’s words.
Yes. Ha Eun-rae truly gave her all to everything.
But it didn’t feel like she was pushing herself too hard—rather, she savored every moment.
And perhaps because of that nature of hers.
The way she sang “Moonlit” was starkly different from how Dam Ro-yeon performed it.
Her emotion ran as deep as someone who had fallen completely in love and been utterly shattered.
If Dam Ro-yeon was unmatched in technical skill, Ha Eun-rae was unmatched in emotional depth.
That was why.
Every time he saw Ha Eun-rae, he felt the urge to compose.
It was remarkable—at this age, to discover a new passion.
And he coveted it.
The chance to work with Ha Eun-rae.
But he’d thought there would be no opportunity to collaborate with an actress—
“I’ll contact the producer right away!”
Surprisingly, thanks to that bastard Seo Woo-min, this blessing had fallen into his lap.

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Kang Ji-wook, the PD who had just learned facts he’d been unaware of, quickly moved past his bewilderment and readily accepted Jung Min-hyun’s involvement.
There was good reason for it.
After all, it was none other than Jung Min-hyun who would become the music director.
In this industry, talent was everything.
But Seo Woo-min possessed neither talent nor character.
The staff members at Seo Woo-min’s Studio were planning to file assault charges against him with Jung Min-hyun’s assistance.
The staff expressed their gratitude to me, though I’m not entirely sure why.

“You really didn’t know? That kind of person Seo Woo-min is?”

Recalling Jung Min-hyun’s meaningful words, I wondered if he had assumed I’d noticed Seo Woo-min’s true nature and sought his help because of it.
And it seemed he’d conveyed that impression to the staff as well.
‘It’s not entirely wrong, I suppose.’
My sole objective was to resolve the three crises plaguing Loving.
And all three of those crises had now been resolved.
“Why are you smiling like that?”
That’s when it happened.
Kang Ye-reum thrust her head forward in front of me.
“Huh? Oh, no. It’s just….”
“Well, you have every reason to smile. Cafe First Time is absolutely killing it. You know some of that success is thanks to me, right?”
Kang Ye-reum showed me her phone.
The screen displayed numerous blog posts titled “Ha Eun-rae’s Cafe First Time Outfit.”
And most of them featured Cassette Tape’s clothing.
“When you negotiate the next Cassette Tape endorsement contract, you should demand double the current fee. Those jeans you wore in episode one? They’re already completely sold out and pre-orders are maxed out.”
“Wow….”
Those jeans were so low-rise with such an unusual cut that I’d actually worried whether they’d work—

“Yeah. Just wear whatever they give you~”

I had simply surrendered to Kang Ye-reum’s straightforward command.
What good would it do for someone like me, who knows nothing about fashion, to step forward?
Kang Ye-reum was someone who had even created her own brand.
And this time too, Kang Ye-reum’s choice was right.
“By the way, an invitation from Bellassimo arrived~”
Kang Ye-reum held out a Bellassimo invitation that had arrived with a gift inside an elegant shopping bag.
“It’s an invitation to this S/S Fashion Show. They’re holding it in Italy. Do you have the schedule free?”
I suppose I do.
Two overseas shoots in a single month, though.
When I get editing rights on Wiki next time, I’m definitely writing down that I have good stamina.
“Okay.”
“I’ve already pulled out a few outfits beforehand. We should go try them on, right?”
Ah, here we go.
The fitting from Hell.

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A short while later.
I arrived at Bellassimo Korea and entered the building for costume fitting.
And the moment I stepped inside, I came face to face with a familiar face.
“Huh?”
“Huh?”
The other person was none other than Rowen from MillionX.
Kang Ye-reum’s eyes, a fan of MillionX, widened in surprise.
“Rowen?”
“Ah, yes. Hello.”
Kang Ye-reum blushed and hid behind me.
Watching her, I let out a small laugh and bowed respectfully to Rowen.
“Hello, senior.”
“Senior… we’re actually the same age, so couldn’t you just speak casually with me?”
At those words, I hesitated.
It was true we were the same age, but there was some risk in dropping formalities and becoming too familiar.
Scandals, that sort of thing.
Scandal-type situations!
Ugh, just thinking about the possibility of something going wrong and facing the wrath of global fandoms terrifies me.
Especially seeing that Rowen came all the way here—
‘Rowen is attending this Fashion Show too.’
If it were revealed that we spoke casually to each other there, articles would definitely emerge suggesting our bond was deep or something equally strange.
But it would be awkward to refuse this either…
“I’ll take it slow. Rowen…”
So I found a compromise.
Rowen chuckled at that.
“You really are something, Eun-rae.”
Was that a compliment?
I blinked and looked at Rowen’s outfit.
‘Hmm…’
What is this?
I feel like I’ve seen this outfit somewhere before.
I studied the torn shirt, ripped pants, and what appeared to be blood splattered throughout the design for a moment.
Where have I seen this?
Then it came to me.
I saw this in the entertainment news section.
And if something from the entertainment news section stuck with me, it’s usually one of two things.
Either it was incredibly stunning and beautiful, imprinting itself on the public consciousness.
Or—
‘It became controversial.’
And this was clearly the latter.
‘Damn it…’
This is that collection.

[Bellassimo S/S Season Fashion Show, Self-Harm Concept Controversy?!]
[Celebrities at Fashion Show Face Backlash, Is Bellassimo’s Concept Acceptable?]
[Lee Min-ji’s Discussion: Bellassimo’s Concept is an Insult to Those with Mental Illness.]

The show that sparked controversy for depicting self-harm.
Of course, the designer claimed it wasn’t self-harm but rather an expression of a wounded self—
‘Everyone who attended that show got absolutely torn apart for being thoughtless.’
Bellassimo recovered its brand image quickly since it’s a major luxury house, but the celebrities who attended took longer to rehabilitate their own images.
One male actor even made it worse by saying he “never thought it would become controversial,” which only invited more criticism for his lack of awareness.
In short….
‘It’s the kind of Fashion Show where you’re bound to get criticized one way or another if you attend.’
I smiled faintly and looked at Rowen.
“Wow, the outfit looks amazing.”
“It does, but… well….”
Rowen hesitated for a moment.
“The concept is a bit….”
Rowen glanced at the Bellassimo PR Team Lead standing in the distance before speaking.
“…I’m worried people might call it violent.”
Ah.
So Rowen had anticipated the controversy to some degree.
Idols really are different—every move they make requires such careful consideration.
I felt relieved seeing a way out of the controversy.
“That’s possible. What if we added something here to change that?”
I said this while looking at Rowen.
Rowen’s eyes widened.
“What?”

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