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“Tomorrow is the audition, yet you’re here instead of practicing. What kind of disgraceful stunt is this? What PD nowadays casts actors just because they’ve ‘matched up’?”
“…”
“Isn’t that right?”
This time, Seungjun refused to let it slide. He stopped in his tracks, confronting Nam Yiwon directly.
Nam Yiwon, who had been walking ahead, halted abruptly a few steps away. He slowly turned around, his eyes narrowing into a smile. Despite knowing exactly what Seungjun was asking, he maintained his usual carefree grin.
Nam Yiwon opened his mouth. Seungjun, clenching his jaw, glared at the man’s lips. More than anything, he yearned for a denial, an assurance that such sordid dealings were not taking place.
“Actually, with the audition tomorrow, my phone has been ringing non-stop all day. I’ve been so busy with one thing and another that I haven’t even had a chance to eat.”
A phone ringing all day. Busy with this and that. Nam Yiwon skillfully played coy, his words laden with thinly veiled implications designed to needle Seungjun.
Unable to tolerate it any longer, Seungjun seized Nam Yiwon’s shoulder.
“Is this really the time for word games? Just tell me the truth.”
“A drama inherently involves the intertwined interests of many people, so I, too, have a lot to consider.”
“What ‘interests’? Your sordid affairs, like a filthy rag?”
“To treat even *that* as human, your praise is truly excessive.”
“You bastard!”
Seungjun snarled, baring his teeth as he gripped Nam Yiwon by the collar. Nam Yiwon, tilting his head back slightly, cast his gaze downwards.
Beneath his long eyelashes, his eyes sparkled with a clear, unsettling light. The man was still enjoying himself, utterly oblivious to the shame of acting this way in front of a colleague.
“Can’t you shed your dirty habits from wherever you crawled out of, and now you’re splashing filth onto *my* work? So, after answering calls all day, did you book a hotel, promising to cast someone even in a minor role?”
“A minor role, you say? I was hoping for something with a bit more significance.”
“This son… This bastard is insane.”
“Giving someone a role that doesn’t require much acting skill isn’t difficult, is it?”
Nam Yiwon gently enveloped Seungjun’s trembling fists with both of his warm hands. He then leaned in, lowering his head until their foreheads touched.
A shadow fell across Seungjun’s vision, revealing Nam Yiwon’s face so close. Heat radiated from their touching foreheads, and Seungjun’s cheeks flushed crimson. Nam Yiwon whispered, his voice barely audible to anyone but Seungjun.
“If there isn’t one, we can always create it.”
Seungjun’s consciousness seemed to float, his vision blurring. Everything appeared to move in slow motion, and his ears rang. He had no desire whatsoever to condone such a repugnant act, yet he knew that if Nam Yiwon pushed, there would be no other choice.
There was no option but to comply, just as when he had repeatedly refused the offer before finally agreeing to co-direct this drama.
Then, as if to make a point, Nam Yiwon drew back his hands and tilted his head. Through Seungjun’s rage-blurred vision, the man’s face gradually sharpened into focus.
His dark eyes slowly curved into a smile against his pale skin.
“…Hmph.”
A sharp intake of breath. A gasp. Distant, murmuring voices. As his senses returned and his mind cleared, the dizzying cacophony flooded his ears. Witnessing the scene before him was the next thing he registered.
Nam Yiwon was sprawled on the ground. As he slowly turned his head, which had been twisted to the side, a split lip became visible. His eyebrows, peeking out from beneath his fringe, were subtly arched.
His eyes flickered, betraying an emotion that could have been shock or perhaps even exhilaration. Seungjun’s own heart rate surged in response. Only then did he feel the throbbing pain in the fist that had struck the man.
A furious inferno raged within him, a heat so intense he couldn’t bear to keep it contained. He had to unleash it.
“Save your whoring for your own projects. This one is mine.”
Having spat out his resolute warning through gritted teeth, Seungjun whirled around. As he tried to steady his ragged breathing, he lifted his gaze to see a familiar car.
Gu Wonho and the rest of the film crew were staring at them, their faces etched with horror.
Caught off guard by the unexpected audience, Seungjun looked back. Nam Yiwon was smiling, a vivid, crimson grin.
****
‘Baek Seungjun can go to hell.’
‘He’s not even some hotshot PD, yet he’s acting like such an arrogant jerk just because he’s working with Nam Yiwon. Does he think everyone’s desperate to be in his drama?’
Recalling yesterday’s events, Doyun nervously bounced his knee. He glanced around, subtly checking his surroundings, but all the other actors were engrossed in script practice.
Even with auditions split into 15-minute intervals, a dozen or so people were called in at a time. He’d heard that hundreds of actors were showing up for today’s auditions alone.
‘Hundreds of people for an audition that’s only casting three roles? What a joke.’ Doyun sighed, a sound deep enough to shake the earth.
To succeed in this industry, one had to actively pursue opportunities. This was Nam Yiwon, a star director’s next project, offering roles with significant impact, not just fleeting cameos.
For passionate rookie actors, this audition represented a once-in-a-lifetime chance.
This was precisely why Doyun had swallowed his pride and sought out Baek Seungjun and Director Nam Yiwon. He was that desperate.
Rumors claimed both men were promiscuous, indiscriminately sleeping with anyone, making them easy targets for seduction. Doyun had hoped to secure at least a small part, even if not one of the main roles sought in this audition.
However, contrary to his expectations, they showed no interest in his offer.
Baek Seungjun was widely rumored to be a despicable character who enjoyed using and discarding people. Furthermore, the numerous industry insiders who had briefly dated or slept with him were all known to be women, so Doyun hadn’t held much hope there.
What truly surprised him was Director Nam Yiwon’s indifference to his advances. He’d heard Nam Yiwon was so indiscriminate he’d even sleep with odd, unattractive staff members, so to be rejected as an actor was unexpected.
Doyun had thought he could easily secure a role again, just like the last time, when a single phone call from his agency CEO had magically created a part for him.
Doyun had tracked down Nam Yiwon’s address through a friend of a friend and even gone to his house. Yet, after exchanging just a few words, Nam Yiwon quickly grew bored.
He didn’t immediately dismiss Doyun like Baek Seungjun had, so Doyun managed to get a ride in his car. However, during the drive, Nam Yiwon merely half-listened to him, occasionally even yawning.
Then, as he parked the car in the broadcasting station’s lot, his final words were…
[Did you go to Producer Baek Seungjun too?]
‘I’m screwed,’ Doyun thought, but he couldn’t lie about something that would be so easily exposed, so he admitted it. It was then that the dull, lifeless look in Nam Yiwon’s eyes suddenly sparked with animation.
A wave of emptiness washed over Doyun as he wondered if the prospect of gossiping about Baek Seungjun was more exciting to Nam Yiwon than the sexual proposition he had just made.
[Did you talk to Producer Baek Seungjun in this manner, too?]
Nam Yiwon, unaware of Doyun’s inner turmoil, asked with giddy excitement. Doyun was puzzled, remembering that Baek Seungjun had asked a similar question.
‘Could they be having some kind of pride battle over who I approached first?’ Doyun mused. Attempting to gauge Nam Yiwon’s reaction, he ended up spilling everything.
When Doyun relayed that Baek Seungjun had asked why he’d sought him out instead of Director Nam, Nam Yiwon’s delight was unlike anything Doyun had ever witnessed.
A sigh escaped him. ‘They definitely talked about me.’
‘Did I come here for nothing?’ Just thinking about yesterday made his face burn with embarrassment, but he couldn’t just throw away this opportunity simply because he felt ashamed.
He had come because he believed he wouldn’t regret it if he at least tried, so for now, he had to do his best.
“Actor Kim Doyun, please come in.”
Finally, his turn had arrived. Despite his resolve, his feet felt rooted to the spot, a struggle he couldn’t overcome.
Doyun took a deep breath, filling his chest taut with tension, and rose from his seat.
As he took a seat on one of the chairs lined up in the center of the room, he saw the people seated at the table opposite him. Nam Yiwon, positioned directly in the middle of the table, subtly raised a hand to draw attention.
His stark white face and jet-black hair, contrasting sharply with his purple shirt, already made him the first to catch Doyun’s eye. Their gazes met, and Nam Yiwon broke into a wide smile.
“Hello? You’ve waited a long time, haven’t you? Thank you for coming.”
As Nam Yiwon smiled brightly, a large bandage affixed to his cheek twitched. Doyun flinched, startled by the sight of Nam Yiwon’s split lip.
A busted lip and a swollen cheek—it was unmistakably the mark of having been thoroughly struck by someone.
‘This injury wasn’t there yesterday. What happened?’
Doyun subtly cast a sidelong glance at Baek Seungjun, who was seated next to Nam Yiwon. Baek Seungjun silently scanned the actors one by one, scribbling something into the remarks section.
He seemed to be making brief notes on their real-life impressions or images.
His gaze shifted, moving across the room until it finally landed on Doyun. Doyun swallowed hard and lifted his head.
With an indifference that rendered Doyun’s tension meaningless, Baek Seungjun blinked once, then immediately turned his attention to the actor beside him.
As he drew an ‘X’ over Doyun’s photograph with his pen.
The grating sound of the pen scratching lines across the paper was so blatant that the surrounding actors stiffened, darting glances at Doyun.
Rumors had long circulated that Baek Seungjun became a total tyrant when working, and true to his notorious reputation, he was utterly rude today.
‘If it weren’t for Nam Yiwon, I wouldn’t even be here, so why the arrogance?’ Doyun muttered inwardly.
As if he had heard Doyun’s unspoken thoughts, Baek Seungjun suddenly looked directly at him. Then, raising his index finger, he pointed towards the door and spoke.
“Get out.”
The abrupt command chilled the air. Doyun hadn’t truly believed Baek Seungjun would actually try to kick him out.
He feigned a look of bewildered innocence. There was no other recourse but to respond with brazen impudence.
“Me?”
“I made it clear I wouldn’t work with filthy individuals.”
Baek Seungjun had no filter, even with all the staff present. Every word he spat through his teeth dripped with contempt.
‘Even with everyone listening, is he really going to bring up the fact that I approached him with impure intentions?’ Doyun wondered. Seeing the glint of malice in Baek Seungjun’s eyes, Doyun felt a wave of anxiety, knowing he was precisely the kind of person to do so.