I've Become a Genius Actor

Chapter 119

Poetry of Anxiety (1)

Lunch time at the peaceful filming location.

Hwang Yi-won arrived at the filming site in time for the call time and was leisurely reading the script.

“Hyung, are you going to eat? “I’ll bring it to you.”

“I’ll go there myself.”

Hwang Yi-won put down the script on the chair and answered the manager’s words.

At that time, a short scream and a mumbling sound began to be heard from afar.

“what!”

“What’s going on?!”

The two surprised directors jumped up one after another.

‘···!’

Hwang Yi-won also jumped up from his seat.

I could see an emergency medical technician running from afar.

“···Well, over there, that’s where Yuil is...!”

Min Woo-jin, who had prepared the only spot in advance, began to run while thinking.

Hwang Yi-won, who saw Woojin running away while shouting Han Yu-il’s name, also quickly moved his body.

He ran to the filming site a month later and came face to face with a pale face lying on the floor.

“···What’s going on, this?”

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About ten minutes ago, it was just about lunch time.

“senior. “Why don’t you go eat?”

Ji-yeol, the youngest member of the directing department, was chewing kimbap as if his cheeks were about to explode.

It seemed like there was some left over from the kimbap that was served for breakfast in the morning. Seung-eun smiled slightly as she saw Ji-yeol holding tuna kimbap and fish cake kimbap in both hands and starting to eat them.

“It’s just that I don’t have an appetite today. “You eat a lot.”

“···How can you have no appetite, Senpai?”

Seung-eun graduated from the same university as Ji-yeol. Until a few years ago, she was Jiyeol’s senior, but now she was just a colleague working in the field.

“But senior, isn’t actor Han Yu-il really good at acting?”

“Yes. “He was good at it.”

To be honest, it was true that I was a little surprised by Yuil’s acting.

Up until now, I thought I had been given roles that suited me well, but when I saw it in person, the quality of my acting was different from other actors my age.

‘It seems like each character has a different analysis method...’

He was an actor who was fun to watch in many ways.

Ji-yeol, who finished the kimbap cleanly, shook his hands and said.

“Then I’ll come back after eating.”

“···What is that thing you just put in your mouth?”

“Senior, who eats kimbap as rice?”

“···In the first place, the name has ‘Bob’ in it.”

Jiyeol then asked back with a sincere expression of ignorance.

“Is there anyone who eats yakbap and fried rice as rice?”

“what?”

“It’s the same with kimbap.”

It was definitely a strange thing to say, but somehow it sounded plausible.

Seung-eun rubbed her eyes as she watched Ji-yeol running to eat.

‘···I’m tired.’

She sighed softly.

In fact, Seung-eun had a movie in preparation for a long time.

The screenplay was completed a long time ago, but there was no capital to film it. She is the reason she has been working in the directing department for so long, and the reason she joined the next film directed by Min Gyu-young and Min Gyu-hyun.

Every time I enter the directing department, I hope that this movie will do well, but there are very few movies that I have a feeling will do really well.

However, this filming location was a little different.

‘The actors are also very good.’

And not only the actors but also the other staff members working together were fine.

– When the Min siblings watch a movie, they eat well.

– People are nice too.

Seung-eun realized that all the half-joking and half-serious stories she heard from those around her were close to the truth.

‘Anyway... I also have to film next summer.’

Seung-eun bit her lip and looked for locations that could be used in her movie.

When Seung-eun was selecting location candidates.

The assistant director called her.

“Seung-eun! “Would you mind giving a brief message directly to Actor Yoo Il before the break ends?”

“all right.”

Seung-eun quickly wrote down the assistant director’s words with a pen hanging around her neck.

“It’s not urgent, so just let me know before the shot starts.”

“Eating well and sleeping well are basics. We don’t give them meal time or rest time for nothing. You have to take care of your health from a young age. Death from overwork doesn’t happen for nothing, right?!”

Even though things have improved a lot recently, it was still a filming site where staff members collapsed due to overwork. Min Gyu-young continued his speech for a long time after that. Min Gyu-hyun, who was watching from behind, summed it up by adding one word.

“...I’m glad it didn’t lead to a major accident.”

After entering the ambulance, Seung-eun received an intravenous fluid injection and began to rest.

‘···thank god.’

Han Yu-il raised his right hand to his chest. Her heart was still pounding.

After the situation was somewhat resolved.

The emergency medical technician looked at Yuil and said.

“The actor responded well at first.”

“···no.”

From a young age, Yuil learned first aid necessary in emergency situations on his own. When Yuil first started memorizing first aid, it was an act bordering on compulsion. It started with the anxiety that a situation requiring such emergency treatment could arise at any time and any place.

“Youil... “I was really, really surprised...”

And Yoo Il had lunch while comforting Min Woo-jin, who seemed to have aged by about four years.

Even after the small commotion passed, the filming site continued as usual.

Although there was a slight delay, filming proceeded as scheduled.

“···Camera roll.”

Then, the sound of slate hitting was heard.

“action!”

Min Gyu-young’s sonorous voice rang out.

Soon the filming site became quiet.

Writer Cheon Yu-min, and bodyguard Jeong Yun-hoo.

As if there were only two people.

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I can hear the sound of shoe heels hitting the wooden floor.

The sound of footsteps approaching in a regular rhythm of a moderate size.

It is a cautious yet powerful step.

A smile slowly appears on Yumin’s face as he hears the footsteps.

However, when Yumin turns his head towards the owner of the footsteps, the smile disappears everywhere.

“···You’re here.”

When Yunhu saw Yumin’s face, he clenched his fists without realizing it.

The table, which must have always been neatly tidied, was a mess.

The floor was the same. The antiques that had been placed on the bookshelf were scattered haphazardly on the floor, and the plants that had been growing green in the studio were lying here and there.

It was a sight that would be believable even if a trio of robbers were involved.

In the midst of the chaos, only Yumin was standing upright.

Cheon Yu-min, who was looking around the messed up studio with his arms crossed as if he was appreciating a work of art in an art museum, slowly walked towards him with a faint smile.

“My name is Cheon Yu-min.”

Yumin held out his hand and said.

It was a chillingly calm voice.

“This is Jeong Yun-hoo.”

Jeong Yun-hoo held out a thick, rough hand. The author’s hands were cold and white.

The two most secretive and most suspicious people.

It was the moment the two met for the first time.

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Late evening.

Yuil was sitting in the waiting room near the set.

It was a long break, including dinner time.

Although it was a simple waiting room, it was built in a rented small building near the set, so it was good in terms of soundproofing.

In many ways, it was the perfect place to create a background picture.

‘Bwin.’

When Yuil called Bwin, Bwin answered right away.

【All right.】

It was a background painting that I had been putting off since I started < Poetry of Anxiety>.

【Starting the background art for scene 12 of < Poetry of Anxiety>.】

Yuil slowly closed his eyes.

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However, right after Yoo Il enters the background picture.

Footsteps echoed in the hallway. The footsteps stopped right in front of Yuil’s waiting room.

Soon a knock was heard, and the doorknob turned.

“···Mr. Yoo Il?”

And, the door opened.