Free Web NovelHan Yeoreum, with her red hair and dressed in a pure white one-piece, clenched both fists and shook them side to side.
“Ice cream waffles can melt, so it’s best if you eat them quickly.”
Behind the politely speaking part-timer, every table in sight was filled with people.
At a glance, anyone could tell it was a popular café.
“Thank youuu—. Unni, unni, this is insane! So cuuute—.”
“Hey. You’re fucking gorgeous right now. Stay still. Shut your mouth.”
“Okay.”
The brightly smiling Yeoreum instantly wiped her expression clean at her unni’s words and lowered her gaze faintly.
With natural eye direction, the photo captured her as if this were just an ordinary moment in her daily life—like she ate afternoon tea every day without a second thought.
Click! Click!
Ever since the club incident, the unnis she still kept in touch with and Influencer 1 carefully arranged the afternoon tea and busily took photos.
“Hey, wait—when you pour this. Yeah yeah, like that.”
“Do I look okay right now? Pretty?”
“Yeah. Shut your mouth.”
“Okay.”
The unnis answered Influencer 1 coldly while diligently taking her pictures. Influencer 1, Han Yeoreum, quickly took photos of them in return.
“No, no, unni. That’s not it.”
“Right side? Left side? But I’m a left-face type.”
“Shut your mouth.”
“...Did you just say that to me?”
Influencer 1, who had told her to shut up the same way the unnis did, immediately shrank.
‘Shut your mouth’ was a command only the unnis could use. The moment a junior said it, it became insubordination.
“No... I just meant both sides look pretty so you shouldn’t say stuff like that....”
“I’ll let it slide once.”
“Mm....”
“Stay aware.”
“Yes....”
Lightly scolded, Influencer 1 resumed taking photos with even more seriousness than before.
Like a well-trained errand girl, she dropped to her knees on the marble floor and pressed the shutter. Women seated at nearby tables glanced at her.
“Hey, you should’ve taken mine like that too.”
“You’re one to talk....”
Watching Influencer 1 lie down and twist herself to get the shot, everyone looked envious. It was obvious they all wanted a junior like that.
“Wait, just this—one more time.”
Click—!
“Put this here.”
Click—!
The part-timers at the pickup counter watched the influencer group with a sigh.
“...It’s all... melting....”
No one listened to the reminder that the ice cream would melt.
Every female customer at the tables had ordered the Very Berry Afternoon Tea and was taking pictures.
Ding!
SNS notification sounds rang out all at once. People were uploading their photos.
Above the customers, square status windows appeared. The photos uploaded to SNS feeds floated into view.
#Cheongdam #BrunchCafe #VeryBerryAfternoonTea #Healing
Location tag: ▼Cheongdam-dong VeryBerryLove
Beautifully taken photos lined up above their heads.
But the unnis sitting with Influencer 1 didn’t upload theirs.
Instead, they bent their heads over their phones, fingers moving rapidly.
“What are you doing? Not eating?”
“Wait. We didn’t order this to eat.”
The rookie part-timer looked confused, but the veteran shook her head.
Just as she said, they didn’t even glance at the afternoon tea.
“Ah! Unni, this background looks warped, right?”
“Don’t push it with your fingers—go into background settings and reduce the horizontal width. You have to press this.”
“But then my mid-face looks too long.”
“There’s a version that excludes the face. You didn’t subscribe to this, did you? Try investing 6,000 won a month into your face.”
After finishing their edits with full focus, they checked each other’s photos.
“Good.”
“Mm.”
“Okay.”
Only after getting approval did Influencer 1 upload her photo. freēwebnovel.com
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[Finally came to VeryBerryLove ♡٩(｡•ㅅ•｡) such a pretty afternoon tea with even prettier unnies hehe]
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–The image is so nice, I kinda wanna be friends lol check your DMs
–Unni your face is legendary again today.. T_T are you a fairy??
–LOOOLLL hey wtf I was here yesterdayㅜ you should’ve called me
–Hello, this is Apple Enzyme capturing both health and beauty in daily life, contacting you regarding sponsorship...
Ding, ding, ding.
With far more likes than other tables, Influencer 1’s post rose to the top when searching the café.
She looked at the number of likes with satisfaction—
“What are you doing now?”
“Selfie time.”
—No.
Holding a cute drink in one hand, she pressed it to her face and started taking selfies.
“Pretty....”
The song that had now become Influencer 1’s theme played. A slow filter fell over her face. She slowly closed and opened her eyes.
* * *
Soft laughter broke out inside the theater.
Director Gong Mujin of Chungmuro sharply caught the audience’s reaction.
There was a reason he placed Influencer 1 at the very beginning.
‘She’s a character that’s easy to laugh at comfortably.’
Cute, naturally clumsy, and with a lightness that wasn’t annoying.
There was no one more suitable than Han Yeoreum to open the 100-minute runtime.
There was a certain comfort that came from an actor whose acting had already been proven.
A movie ticket is like an invitation.
What allows the audience to enjoy visiting the world the director created isn’t an actor acting—it’s a person living and breathing as that role.
‘Who would ever think they’re the same person.’
Not long ago, Han Yeoreum had made the public cry as Yeon Huijae. Now, she was completely transformed.
As if she truly was Influencer 1.
Her movements, her expressions—everything was the complete opposite of Huijae. Impulsive, expressive, always a bit scatterbrained.
“Ah, the drink.”
Cold condensation slid down the glass. Influencer 1 quickly set it back on the table and finally picked up the cake.
“I’m eating this, okay? Can I eat it now? Are we done filming?”
“Who said you could eat!!!”
A shout came from nearby. Influencer 1 turned toward the voice.
“No, babe... I thought it was okay to eat now....”
“We’re not done taking pictures yet!”
The woman who yelled in a rough voice gritted her teeth as she looked at the man who had taken a sip of his drink.
“Sorry, really sorry....”
“...Again.”
The man quickly put his drink down and picked up his phone with the camera still on.
“Make sure I’m in frame.”
“Okay.”
“Ah, properly. Up to just below the chest.”
“Okay....”
“Lower.”
“Okay....”
“Higher.”
“Okay....”
The woman issued commands until she was satisfied with her face on the screen, then made a cute expression.
Clickclickclickclickclick—!
The man, shrinking under pressure, pressed the shutter in rapid bursts.
Soon, the woman uploaded the photo.
Ding. An SNS window appeared above her head.
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[A café my lovely boyfriend brought me to cheer me up ໒꒰ྀི ∩⸝⸝∩ ꒱ྀི১too precious to eat]
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–Their face combo is perfect T_T
–Unni you’re so delicate and pretty.. you’re my type
–My favorite couple ♡ I want a dependable boyfriend like yours too ( ฅ́˘ฅ̀)
“Eat.”
“Mm... thanks...!”
Only after the girlfriend nodded in satisfaction did the boyfriend carefully sip his smoothie, holding the cup with both hands.
“...I can eat now, right?”
“Yeah. Eat.”
Watching cautiously, Influencer 1 slowly picked up her cake again. She took a bite of cream with her fork and widened her eyes.
“Holy shit....”
“She’s baiting again.”
“Yeah, not falling for it. It’s good though.”
The unnis were too busy editing photos to pay her any attention. Eating alone, Influencer 1 asked,
“But seriously, no one’s eating?”
“We’re dieting.”
“You know the number of likes changes completely once you lose weight, right? Can’t eat like this.”
Now satisfied with ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ their edits, the unnis began uploading their photos one by one.
They were right.
Ding! Ding! Dingdingding!
The speed of likes was completely different.
Influencer 1 stared as her post slowly dropped in the #VeryBerryLove ranking.
The woman in first place was undeniably beautiful. Her full-body shot was insane.
“Unni, is that edited?”
Influencer 1 carefully showed the photo without pressing like. The unnis narrowed their eyes and stared.
“Doesn’t look like it.”
“Oh? I kind of know her through someone. She’s like that originally.”
“No way! Seriously?”
The group made a fuss. The unni who knew her spoke in a hushed voice.
“But I know what she looked like before losing weight. She lost a crazy amount. In a short time too.”
“...How?”
The screen changed.
In contrast to the café from before, a shabby building appeared.
The camera moved smoothly inside. The interior, however, was luxuriously decorated. Women lined the stairs.
A man climbed the steps.
“Hmm, hmm—.”
Holding coffee in one hand, he counted the patients roughly as he went up. At the top stood a transparent door.
[Minerva Clinic]
He opened the door and entered the warmly lit space.
“Good morning—.”
“Mm. Good morning—.”
He walked into the director’s office at the deepest part. With a reverent gesture, he put on a pristine white coat.
On his chest was his name.
Director, Sa Hyeonseok.
Even his name felt suspicious. It reeked of something shady, yet officially, he was a doctor.
Director Gong thought again that casting Han Yohan had been a brilliant move.
There was something unsettling in the contrast—his calm, honest face and refined movements.
The more polished he seemed, the harder it was to tell what lay inside. That uncertainty itself created fear.
Seated, Hyeonseok spoke with a gentle smile. The nameplate on his desk gleamed.
“Now then. Shall we begin serving the lambs waiting outside today as well?”
The clinic doors opened. The waiting women rushed to the desk.
“I have a reservation. Kim Jungeun.”
“聡美です (I’m Satomi)。”
“Hey, don’t push!”
“轮到我了 (It’s my turn)!”
“Team Leader, our clients have been waiting a long time.”
It wasn’t just Koreans. Japanese and Chinese patients were there too. Some had even brought interpreters.
Among them was that woman.
“Doctor, could you increase the dosage this time?”
It was the same woman Influencer 1 had admired.
The one who uploaded a full-body shot on the cherry velvet sofa at VeryBerryLove café—without any editing.
She was breathtakingly beautiful.
“Oh dear... how was it last time?”
“I don’t think one pill works anymore. I mean, it’s really good. It is. But... I feel like I keep gaining weight again... so....”
“I see. That must’ve been difficult.”
Hyeonseok lightly empathized with the anxious patient. His eyes were warm.
“It could be your body trying to return to its original state. Or... a psychological rebound. In your case, it might be both. You’ve struggled for a long time, after all.”
To the lamb confessing her sins, he was the only support she could lean on.
“But as I said before, this is only a supplement. You mustn’t rely on it alone. If taken in a sensitive state, there can be side effects.”
“Doctor... I’m really sorry. Just this once. I won’t get greedy anymore.”
“Hmm.... From my perspective, this is very difficult. You’ve seen great results, and among my patients, you’ve worked the hardest....”
He sighed.
“But I can’t allow it.”
“Doctor!”
“Absolutely not.”
Despair flashed across the woman’s face.
“These days, with T-gram and secret chatrooms, there are many patients trading drugs illegally. As a doctor, it truly pains me. That should never happen. You mustn’t become dependent. You know that.”
His voice was warm, gentle.
“You must never touch those things. They’re not even officially distributed drugs... Anyway, for now, lavender mist or peppermint tea will help suppress your appetite. As for the dry mouth and anxiety—rest will alleviate that.”
He sounded sincerely concerned.
“For today, I’ll prescribe Duvil, and only half a tablet of Consecta like before. No Saxenda, you know that. And Bigbell was recently recalled after FDA approval—high cancer risk. Health should always come first....”
The woman, unable to properly hear his typing, left the office with heavy steps.
Hyeonseok watched her go, as if he had already seen through everything.
T-gram. Illegal group chats.
Those would be the only words left in her head.
“Next patient.”
Before long, she would obtain a far stronger drug—one that couldn’t even be compared to what she had now.
Sa Hyeonseok smiled gently.
Like a truly good doctor.
