195 The Angel in the TV Commercial (1/2)

Days passed by quickly.

Before everybody realised it, the day when Yeo Ri's commercial would be airing had arrived.

She received a notification from the company on one fine morning—three days prior to the day—telling her to tune in on FBS's programme at 9 p.m. She was also informed that the advert would also be launched on the web an hour after the TV commercial.

FBS was a relatively famous network, and Yeo Ri had heard that the project manager, Do Kang Rok, had fought intensely for the spot. It was a tough battle considering Do Kang Rok's lack of connections and his many competitors. In any case, there had been a bunch of underlying politics that was going on which Yeo Ri did not care about.

It was the weekends, so many people were resting at home during the given time.

A lot of Yeo Ri's friends and acquaintances were informed about the commercial, and many decided to tune in to see it. At exactly 9 p.m., they were already perched in front of their screens, awaiting for Yeo Ri's first screen debut.

In another part of Seoul.

In a certain upscale neighbourhood, a family of three were gathered in the living room of their large house.

”Mom, I'm going to make some ramyeon! Call me when the show starts,” A teen-aged girl said, quickly dashing to the kitchen as fast as she could. Cooking ramyeon only needed several minutes at most, and she wanted to make sure she'd make it for the start of the 9 o'clock programme.

”Geez, you young people! Always eating junk food,” the older woman who was the young girl's mother grumbled, fiddling with the cushion in her arms.

The girl merely laughed in response, ”Do you want me to make some for you too?”

”...Only half a packet. I don't want my face to swell tomorrow morning,” The woman gingerly replied. She was the same as the younger girl; she could not resist the temptation of a good bowl of instant noodles for supper.

A raspy voice chuckled after hearing her words.

The elderly woman faced her faintly smiling husband sitting on the recliner with a chagrined look. She mouthed at him, 'What?'

The man fixed his glasses that was beginning to slide down, turning his gaze away to the tablet in his hands nonchalantly. He cleared his throat, mumbling with feigned interest, ”Let's see... oh, today's stock market is doing good...”

The woman clicked her tongue at his blatantly obvious façade. Deciding to ignore the man, she resolutely set her gaze on the television screen.

Just as she focused on the screen, a commercial began to play.

The setting was bright, and pop music played in the background. A group of three teens sat together on a picnic table, smiling and giggling at each other.

”Such a hot day!” The young boy with a pretty face complained.

”Don't fret!” The older-looking girl came up beside the boy, grinning knowingly at her two peers, ”I know what'll make you feel better.”

”What? What is it?” The boy eagerly asked.