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50. set

50.

The vlog that I'm attempting to create is becoming almost stressful because I keep forgetting to film. Key elements that could give the video some interesting visuals, like a look outside the window as I drive through Seoul, almost evade me as I become so consumed in my phone during the car ride.

So many people are tweeting at me. The emails keep piling up to an extent that I don't see a majority of them. I'm not exactly complaining, but too many brands are reaching out to me. I get so nervous and anxious seeing all of the unread emails that I end up not opening the application.

Luckily, because my phone is making me too anxious, I manage to film some traveling footage and talk about what seems to be just a load of nothing. I know half of my nonsense will be edited out when I sit down to review it.

"Thank you," I smile politely at my driver as I'm struggling to grab all of my things.

The tray of cookies is weighing down my arms as I scurry down the cement. I want so badly to film what I'm doing, but there are too many things in my grasp. I should hire someone to film for me. Don't all the famous YouTubers do that? There are too many reasons against that idea, so I don't ponder on it for long.

I'm squinting to read the lot numbers when my phone starts ringing; I groan to myself and look at my filled hands before placing down the cookie tray. David is calling me. This is unlike him.

"Hello?" I say into the device.

"Hey," he replies, "No way. You actually bought a ticket for me?"

I roll my eyes, "you asked me to, didn't you?"

My younger brother never ceases to amaze me. He is calling me to address the obvious, because it clearly states in the ticket information that I emailed him three days ago that a flight to Seoul was all paid for and booked under his name for July 26th.

"So you asked mom?" David questions me.

"No," I sigh, "That's your job. Just tell her you're going."

I glance around at my surroundings. The block I'm standing on has mild traffic going down it, and it's mostly an industrial area with various buildings. It's crazy because no one around me knows that BTS is filming inside one of them. It's just an ordinary day.

David is whining, "Jae, she doesn't like me anymore. She likes you more."

"Oh, really?" I say, unconvincingly, "she didn't appreciate your snitching skills?"

I will never let him down for that. Maybe some hostility will make him stop telling her everything.

"This again," he continues with his whines, "I didn't say anything. Please. Ask her for me."

"Clean the house or something."

"You don't understand," he is pleading now, "She's mad at me because I won't go on any of the dates she arranges for me."

It's sad to admit that I'm not surprised. Ever since this whole set-my-daughter-up-with-a-superstar thing has worked out, her confidence level in her matchmaking skills has skyrocketed. She's in over her head thinking David will do anything to her standards. Nevertheless, David is stupid for not going along with it for an excuse to leave.

My mother is so dense. She views potential partners as business deals or something.

"Then go on a date!" I say as if it's obvious.