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“I hope Shin Eui-chan is a character who has lived an ordinary life. If Shin Eui-chan was also a victim in the past, then it just becomes a story of victims of injustice uniting. This is why I want Shin Eui-chan to be a person with common sense, not a victim, in this drama. Anyone can see that some things are simply wrong.”
“You, a person supposedly in the drama industry, want an ordinary protagonist? That’s why your PD-nim’s ratings are so low!”
“If I have to be forced to transfer schools to become extraordinary, I’ll just stay ordinary. And I heard that you, Author, said you wanted to do this first, which is effectively agreeing to respect my opinion as the original creator.”
“You’re truly incredible.”
“Let’s just revise the past narrative. I’ll discuss it with Director Nam and relay our feedback today. Now, I’m busy, so I’ll hang up.”
Assuming the message was clear, Seungjun immediately hung up. He irritably set his phone down, then ran his hands over his face, as if washing it dry.
“Hah… these people are taking turns screwing me over.”
“I requested the past narrative.”
Startled by the voice so close, Seungjun flinched and turned around, only for something soft to brush against his cheek. The moment he realized it was Nam Yiwon’s cheek, Seungjun yelled, leaping out of his seat.
“Damn it!”
“As I mentioned before, I’d hoped Shin Eui-chan’s parents would have died due to some injustice, but they wrote it as a forced school transfer. It’s not bad, but given our generous production budget, wouldn’t an accidental death be better?”
Despite Seungjun’s involuntary curse, Nam Yiwon calmly continued speaking. Seungjun had been so engrossed in his call that he hadn’t noticed when Nam Yiwon had arrived.
‘How could I not have noticed him until he was this close? He always wears a different scent, yet he always smells like *him*.’ ‘Was I with him all day, so I just got used to it and couldn’t sense him anymore?’
Seungjun vigorously rubbed the cheek Nam Yiwon had touched with the back of his hand as he spoke.
“You heard the call, didn’t you? It’s fine for the protagonist to have a past, but I don’t want them to be a victim.”
“Hmm, in that case, shall we incorporate the past in a way that further develops the relationships between the three main characters? I’ll request it again, on the condition that they’re not portrayed as victims.”
Nam Yiwon, as usual, adopted an ‘if not, whatever’ attitude. Perhaps because it was right after Seungjun’s call with Author Bae Wonjeong, the compromise was achieved more easily than expected. As if to warn a prematurely relieved Seungjun, Nam Yiwon added,
“There’s absolutely no problem with the other two, right?”
“Female lawyer and protagonist, hints of romance, narrative that leaves room for it—none of it. Absolutely not.”
“Alright. But, Senior.”
Seungjun gestured for him to continue, then sat down. Nam Yiwon pulled up a chair beside him, his eyes gleaming.
“Do you dislike romance because this drama is a genre piece, or do you just dislike romance in general?”
Seeing his genuinely curious expression, Seungjun realized it wasn’t a trick question. He answered easily.
“I dislike it because it’s a genre piece. There are so many dramas that become strange when romance is awkwardly mixed in, neither one thing nor the other.”
“Even genre pieces usually get better reception if they have a little romance mixed in.”
“If a genre is truly well-written, it gets a good reception even without romance.”
“Then, would you consider directing a proper romantic comedy next time?”
Nam Yiwon gently placed a hand on Seungjun’s knee as they sat facing each other. The lounge lights reflected brightly in his clear eyes.
‘It couldn’t be another co-directing offer. What exactly does he mean by this?’
As Seungjun eyed him suspiciously, delaying his answer, the warmth of Nam Yiwon’s palm covered his knee. The large hand, simply resting there, felt strangely distracting.
A somewhat awkward warmth lingered, then gently stroked a spot that occasionally ached. Staring blankly at Nam Yiwon’s hand, a sudden question came to mind.
‘Does Nam Yiwon remember that was the knee I injured?’
“I think you’d be good at romance.”
He leaned closer and spoke. Whether it was difficult to take the compliment at face value, or perhaps because of the actor who had visited recently, that single remark sounded oddly inappropriate.
As if to seal the deal, Nam Yiwon’s thumb gently caressed Seungjun’s kneecap. A shiver ran down Seungjun’s spine, and he quickly drew a line.
“I need to look at the Episode 2 script that just came in. Do you have anything else to say? Also, I just ate cup noodles, so I won’t be eating lunch again.”
“Unfortunately, I also need to go home today.”
Nam Yiwon smiled brightly and stood up. ‘I said I wouldn’t eat first, so why is he acting like he’s the one refusing?’ Seungjun clicked his tongue and turned his attention back to the script. Nam Yiwon lightly placed a hand on his shoulder and gave it a gentle, kneading squeeze.
“I’ll be back around evening. Fighting?”
The sound of his shoes gradually faded. Seungjun lightly pressed a fingertip to his stinging cheek. It still felt warm, perhaps because he had rubbed it so vehemently earlier.
A similar warmth lingered on his shoulder and knee where Nam Yiwon had placed his hands. It was an unpleasantly persistent sensation.
‘Is he usually so touchy? Recently, he seems to be touching me much more, and it makes me uncomfortable. Perhaps I’m more sensitive to it because both he and I have a non-discriminatory preference when it comes to gender.’
‘Don’t think about it.’
Seungjun picked up his pen and began reading the first page of the Episode 2 script. With a bright red pen, he drew firm underlines beneath every scene or line of dialogue he wished to revise.
After reviewing the Part 2 script three times, taking notes, and then having another contentious phone call with Author Bae Wonjeong, the sun had fully set.
Seungjun checked the time, nearing eight o’clock, and returned to his seat to gather his belongings. He planned to go home briefly for dinner.
Anticipating many more frustrating moments, he decided he should bring a bottle of chamomile tea back to the office beforehand. And perhaps a teacup, too.
Once he returned, he would need to review the list of lead actors Heeseung had compiled and prepare for tomorrow’s auditions. There were many actors he wanted to see, so he had to cram an ambitious schedule into a single day.
Despite the mountain of tasks, his spirits were high. As Seungjun headed to the parking lot, he began recalling actors who might be a good fit, one by one.
Humming a tune as he walked towards his car, he spotted a yellow Lamborghini entering the parking lot. Among the few people at this broadcasting station who could afford an imported car worth a house, only one would choose a yellow one.
“Nam Yiwon.”
The Lamborghini smoothly slid into a parking space. Seungjun let out a small laugh and turned towards it. He figured Nam Yiwon had returned to the station purely to see him, so he intended to suggest they discuss audition preparations together in about an hour.
Just as Seungjun drew near, the car door abruptly swung open. ‘Was someone else with him?’ Seungjun stopped, watching. A man who had just exited the passenger seat leaned into the car, conversing with Nam Yiwon.
‘His attire looks familiar.’ Seungjun stared intently at the coat, trying to recall where he’d seen it. Just then, the man lifted his head, revealing a distinctly familiar face.
Actor Kim Doyun.
The actor he’d seen this morning. ‘Why is that bastard getting out of Nam Yiwon’s car?’ Kim Doyun, who had been about to scurry past, spotted Seungjun and his eyes widened. He then bowed deeply, just as he had to Nam Yiwon moments before.
“Please take good care of me!”
‘What?’
Seungjun glared at Doyun’s retreating back for a moment, then turned his head to find Nam Yiwon. The man, having just finished parking, was approaching with a bright, white smile.
“Senior.”
Different clothes than before. His bangs were neatly combed down.
‘…Did he take a shower?’
Nam Yiwon strode closer, sweeping his hair back. His still slightly damp hair neatly framed his forehead. He smelled faintly of lotion rather than cologne.
There was no doubt that Nam Yiwon had gone to the trouble of showering within those few hours. But he was with the very actor who had tried to pull a cheap trick on Seungjun? If that dirty trick hadn’t worked on Seungjun, then Kim Doyun must have gone to Nam Yiwon. There was no other reason for Kim Doyun to seek him out.
A coldness settled in Seungjun’s chest. A chill surged from deep within him. Rewriting the script was a matter of compromise, but giving a role in exchange for s*x? That crossed a line, a long way over it.
‘Was this an overreaction? He almost wished it was.’
“I arrived just in time, it seems. Shall we go to dinner?”
Nam Yiwon glanced at his watch and smiled. ‘Perfect. I wasn’t planning on letting him off easy anyway.’ Seungjun readily nodded.
“Sure. I was just getting hungry. We can discuss work over dinner.”
“Shall we eat nearby? Or we could drive a bit further.”
“There are plenty of restaurants right here. Let’s just go.”
“You know this area well, Senior. Do you have any recommendations?”
Nam Yiwon asked, his face so smooth it practically gleamed. ‘Must have had a very good time, huh?’ Recommendations or not, Seungjun had no patience left to calmly converse with this despicable man. Seungjun looked directly at Nam Yiwon and stated,
“That actor came to me this morning too. Kim Doyun.”
“Oh, really?”
Even though it implied Seungjun knew what Kim Doyun had offered him, Nam Yiwon showed no sign of embarrassment. Seungjun had hoped he would confess honestly first, but he brazenly remained silent, waiting for Seungjun to continue.
The composure he had forced himself to maintain was faltering. Seungjun twisted his lips upwards and asked,
“Did he say anything special to you? He told me he was ‘good at it’.”
“Hmm? I don’t recall anything particularly memorable.”
‘He’s still feigning ignorance even after I’ve said this much? To think I have to make a drama about justice with this shameless bastard, this dirty rag of a person!’ Seungjun slowly exhaled a breath that trembled with fury. Contempt openly seeped from his gaze and demeanor towards Nam Yiwon, impossible to hide. He spoke the words exactly as he had thought them.