“The chronic disease of modern society, death from overwork. Now is the time when a solution is truly needed. The incidence of heart disease and mortality rates among workers due to high-intensity labor are showing a steep increase. In response, experts are unanimously saying that institutional safeguards are needed to protect workers...”

The news Jeong Seongbin chose was utterly terrifying. His reading voice dripped with icy frost.

Listening to such a story while covered in a fluffy blanket made me feel incredibly uncomfortable.

Seeing as he chose this particular news, it seemed the kid was determined to go all out until the very, very end. I had a lot to say, but I held it in for the sake of Jeong Seongbin’s sincerity.

Jeong Seongbin’s news-reading service continued for some time after that. It was mostly a repetition of articles praising Spark’s performance, the dangers of overwork, articles summarizing my variety show appearances, and columns emphasizing the importance of deep sleep.

Listening to nonfiction-style pieces one after another actually did make me sleepy. As my eyes blinked slowly, Jeong Seongbin looked surprised. He approached me, covered the microphone with his hand, and said quietly.

“Hyung.”

“Yeah?”

His form of address had changed from “Young Master” to “Hyung.”

Maybe they decided to drop the concept after midnight?

“You didn’t take any headache medicine today, hyung.”

Jeong Seongbin smiled happily. It was a little different from a bright smile; it was a smile where his pleased feelings were visible in his eyes.

His orange hair swayed gently, like a field of reeds bathed in sunlight.

“...You’re right.”

I truly hadn’t noticed. It seemed that not thinking about work—or more accurately, not being able to think about it—had helped.

You’re in big trouble, kid. How are you going to survive in this harsh world when you’re this kind to everyone?

Despite his guilt-inducing behavior, Jeong Seongbin was unperturbed. He was busy creating the best possible sleeping environment, playing “a warm campfire ASMR” and turning on the air purifier. When I told him to stop and go to bed himself, he just covered my eyes with a heated eye mask.

Warm eyes, a soft bed, and the crackling sound of a burning fire in my ears. I was experiencing every bizarre luxury imaginable.

“Seongbin.”

“Yes, Young Master.”

“You’re not going to turn off the camera until I fall asleep?”

“Of course not.”

Jeong Seongbin was adamant. I had underestimated his stubbornness. Right, I’ve been getting soft with you guys lately.

“You’re not going to sleep until I do, either, are you?”

“Of course.”

“You need to cut down on your contact with Mr. Jeong Seongjun.”

“Ahaha!”

Jeong Seongbin laughed out loud. Even without seeing it, I could picture his smiling face as clearly as if it were a drawing.

“And...”

“Yes, hyung.”

“Thanks for taking care of me...”

Perhaps because my vision was blocked, drowsiness began to creep in, even though it wasn’t my usual bedtime. I thought I might have heard Jeong Seongbin’s voice saying goodnight.

≫ This self-produced content is the best

A sweet, gentle leader taking care of member welfare? There’s absolutely no way this can fail.

Sure, half of it was actually handled by the leader’s twin brother, but still

└ Maybe it’s because they’re identical twins;; but the brother-in-law Seongjun’s voice sounds exactly like my husband’s

└ Are you trying to make us show up with torches or what? Watch yourself—I already bought two lightsticks

≫ Kim Iwol as I’ve seen him so far: Motherly image, packing anchovy rice balls and vitamins, saying “Kids, just eat this before you go!!”

Kim Iwol today: “Mom, I told you I don’t need this kind of stuff!” a teenager at the beginning of puberty who says this but lacks the resistance and ends up going out wearing what his mom dressed him in

└ Funny thing is, Seongbin didn’t even touch his styling today

└ Seongbin mom’s pressure was too strong for him to resist;;; ㅋㅋㅋ look at Kim Iwol obediently lying down 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

≫ At this point, Spark has to do a romance-fantasy concept next

No, I mean the kids are basically curating a romance-fantasy AU themselves

└ The romance-fantasy we imagined: an extension of the potluck party, a beauty succession ceremony between the emperor and the crown prince, a fake playboy young master asking for repentance at the grand temple

The romance-fantasy the kids brought: a head chef, a butler, a servant, a street musician

└ Seongbin, I’m sorry, but let’s give the planning to Iwol, no, to UA... no, wait...

└ ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ the Sparklers who have a lot to say but can’t bring themselves to say it

≫ Since when has Choi Jeho been learning the drums????

I was ready to yell that wearing a sleeveless top is mandatory by drummer law, but he already arrived wearing one

That’s Spark for you, they listen to you without you even having to say anything

└ Band Spark is coming

└ Then is Giyeon learning an instrument too,, kids, do you have 48 hours in a day?

└ I declare, Spark is the busiest idol group...

≫ Our Iwol is finally sleeping in front of the camera

Unnie’s dream was to see you sleep

My baby is scary even when he sleeps, ghosts would probably run away, I’m glad you probably won’t get sleep paralysis, I love you

└ What in the world is this comment ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

└ What do you mean he’s scary when he sleeps? Our Iwol looks like a total angel when he sleeps

└└ Wow, this is true love

The fans happily watched me being helplessly manhandled by Jeong Seongbin and the members. I muted the video and just read the comments.

“These darn dark circles won’t go away even after a full day of rest.”

“You shouldn’t underestimate pigmentation. This is all the result of my accumulated sleep pattern.”

“Should we have filmed the self-produced content for a week?”

At Jeong Seongbin’s question, I kept my mouth shut. Living as a young master for a week—I didn’t have the confidence to endure that with a sane mind.

In any case, there were results. All the “patience” characters next to my name had disappeared!

From now on, in order to ease Jeong Seongbin’s worries, I decided to reduce my “deep thoughts about the future” time to 10 minutes. As an older member, I couldn’t keep bothering others forever.

And so, after countless schedules, broadcasts, and promotions...

“Spark, standby for recording!”

...the final broadcast day of Spark’s first full album promotion had arrived.

During promotions, there were usually restrictions on outfits. This was because they had to bring out the concept of the song while not significantly interfering with the choreography.

Also, we needed to avoid immersing so deeply in our own world that it became hard to approach. Too strong of a concept could be alienating.

But the final broadcast was free from these unwritten rules. Spark had already shown all the stages they needed to show. All that was left was to finish with a flourish and show a diligent conclusion.

Perhaps that was why Park Juu and Lee Cheonghyeon liked the unique atmosphere of the final broadcast. It was sad that it was the last, but they liked the free atmosphere where they could put in as many ad-libs as they wanted, and people would tolerate it with a single phrase, “It’s their last broadcast,” even if they suddenly wore a ribbon pin in their hair.

And there were people who looked forward to last stages almost as much as we did.

“Guys, let’s tear up the stage today.”

“I think the clothes hangers are going to tear, not the stage...!”

It was the stylists. So many clothes hangers were coming in that I thought someone else’s luggage had been mixed in.

For “On A High Note,” we decided to wear arranged baseball uniforms with thin blue pinstripes.

First, Choi Jeho received a pair of sports goggles. It was an item that had been postponed for a long time because the non-tinted ones looked like regular glasses, and the heavily tinted ones looked too much like dragonfly eyes. Fortunately, before the final broadcast, we were able to find a product that wasn’t too futuristic but was suitably stylish while retaining the angularity of sports goggles.

Jeong Seongbin undid the buttons on his collar and wore a light blue turtleneck inner. I was worried it wouldn’t match his personal color, but perhaps because his hair was a bright orange, the overall refreshing atmosphere came alive, and it suited him well.

Park Juu received a pair of white half-gloves. He seemed to like the gloves quite a bit, as he was busy clenching and unclenching his hands. We also gave him knee pads so it wouldn’t be too plain with just one glove. Lee Cheonghyeon had drawn a star on it.

Lee Cheonghyeon... it was hard enough just stopping him from whining in the car since this morning.

“What do you mean you want to wear an eye patch!?”

“But it’ll make me look like a real player!”

“Absolutely not. Not a chance.”

“And you have the nerve to call yourself a pursuer of reality?”

“I’m perfectly fine with the title of Spark’s greatest aesthetician.”

So now, that kid was very disgruntled with me. Did you think I’d let you paint your face just because it’s the final broadcast? If you want to put something on your skin, bring me the results of an allergy test first.

Instead of an eye patch, we put a pretty headband on Lee Cheonghyeon’s hair. Worried that a flashy, bright headband on black hair would look jarring, we cut small pieces of holographic-colored hair extensions and attached them to his hair. Thanks to that, a hairstyle like a rainbow floating on a wavy night sea was completed.

For Kang Giyeon, we had him wear a cap turned backward, the symbol of a mischievous kid. Normally, we would never have him do something that would press down his hair, but considering the destructive power of the handsome-guy smile Kang Giyeon showed in “On A High Note,” we decided to make a special exception.

Everyone’s faces shone even brighter thanks to the wonderful makeup. For a moment, I was confused, wondering if baseball was a sport played with one’s face.

“Are we going out with the same makeup for ‘End’?”

Since the outfits would change, the makeup would have to change too, but since the makeup was so full of soul, I asked just to be sure.

The answer that came back was as grim as a radio transmission from the last survivor of the “End” world on the eve of the apocalypse.

“Of course, we’re wiping it all off and starting fresh.”

Everyone was serious about the final broadcast. I couldn’t help but feel grateful for their dedication. It was amazing when someone else did a job in an area I couldn’t do, as diligently as if it were their own. I had felt this keenly ever since the incident with Hong Unseop.

“What do you guys think about forming a circle at the beginning of the recording today? I looked it up, and apparently, the players do it often.”

“Then we need a cheer. Should we do something like, ‘Burn it up, Spark’?”

“The cheer is a little scary...”

Somehow, with Jeong Seongbin leading, an impromptu idea meeting was held in # Nоvеlight # the little time we had left.

“How about this? Let’s burn it up, Spark!”

“It sounds like we’re going to set fire to the stadium grass. Rejected.”

“Don’t just reject, Kang Giyeon, you should give an opinion too.”

The waiting room became boisterous. It was all good, but I just wished they wouldn’t forget that Spark was an idol group with a refreshing concept.