Bedroom Genius Actor - Chapter 62

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Episode 62

Vivid Studio Nearby Pub.

Kim Ji-hu and Oh Jin-woo had been sitting for nearly 10 minutes, just looking at their phones without saying a word to each other.

‘If this is how it’s going to be, why did he even call me out…’

Even though Kim Ji-hu didn’t usually drink much, it was hard to refuse Oh Jin-woo’s suggestion to have a drink.

Especially when he was showing such suspicious reactions like today.

When Kim Ji-hu told Choi Tae-geon that he’d have a beer with Oh Jin-woo and come back, Tae-geon was moved, asking if he’d finally made a friend, and left saying to have fun.

But this wasn’t having fun – they were just sitting in the same place drinking alone.

Kim Ji-hu sipped the beer in front of him and looked at his phone.

‘Do I have to keep doing this…’

He was already uncomfortable around this person, and with the awkward atmosphere and just the two of them sitting together, he felt like his body was twisting.

Then Oh Jin-woo quietly spoke up.

“How is your sister doing?”

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t you have a sister? That singer.”

He nodded at the sudden question about Kim Ji-hye.

“Yes… she’s doing okay, I guess…”

“Recal Entertainment, wasn’t it? I heard it was a paper company.”

“Oh, that got resolved well. My manager’s president helped a lot.”

“Manager’s president… that would be Hanbit Entertainment. President Baek, right?”

“Yes, yes…”

Oh Jin-woo made an expression as if something was interesting, then asked a question.

“So there are no other problems?”

“Other problems…?”

“Health issues, things like that.”

Kim Ji-hu thought carefully.

‘What health problems could there be?’

The problem was that she couldn’t work because her management was a paper company, so there shouldn’t be any health issues.

‘Oh, then he must be talking about mental shock, things like that?’

How shocking would it be to find out that your management company was actually a paper company?

And if you couldn’t work because of that, it would be even worse.

Then it would be entirely possible to develop mental illness like depression.

But thinking about Kim Ji-hye, there seemed to be nothing like that at all.

She was always visiting Hanbit Entertainment saying ‘Brother’s company is really fun!’ – what problems could there be?

Besides, if Kim Ji-hye had suddenly changed like that, it might be different, but she had a similar personality 10 years ago too, so he thought it was fine.

“There don’t seem to be any particular problems. She’s just like usual.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes…”

“Then what has your sister decided to do now?”

“Oh, she’s decided to join Hanbit Entertainment.”

“Isn’t Hanbit Entertainment only for actors?”

“President Baek said he’s expanding the business… so we decided to go with that for now.”

Oh Jin-woo looked a bit surprised at those words.

“That President Baek Do-kyung… Hmm…”

“Are you close with President Baek?”

“I’m not close with him, but my manager knows him.”

Just like Baek Do-kyung, Oh Jin-woo’s management company president was also someone who used to be a manager before starting his own company, so they seemed to know each other.

‘But why is he asking about this…?’

Actually, Kim Ji-hu had been wondering if he’d done something wrong today.

But he was puzzled by the sudden questions about Kim Ji-hye.

‘Wait, actually, this might make sense?’

That’s right. Oh Jin-woo wasn’t watching him because he disliked him, but because he was worried!

Wouldn’t this make sense?

Not doing ad-libs because he thought Kim Ji-hu might be struggling with family matters, and constantly looking at him because he was worried he might be having a hard time?

‘What if I’ve been misunderstanding Oh Jin-woo this whole time…!’

Thinking back to ‘Armchair Reviewer’, Oh Jin-woo had a lively, somewhat lighthearted image.

But in ‘Office Apocalypse’, he gave off a sharp feeling.

It would make sense if he’d been showing a sharp image by putting up walls, and now that he liked Kim Ji-hu, he was returning to his ‘Armchair Reviewer’ self.

Though it was awkward, Kim Ji-hu looked at Oh Jin-woo with the biggest smile he could manage.

“Thank you for worrying about me.”

“…Excuse me?”

“Still, I’ll make sure my sister’s situation doesn’t affect my acting. I’ll make sure there are no problems…!”

Oh Jin-woo was dazed for a moment, then quietly spoke.

“I think you’re misunderstanding something, but it’s not like that. You acted well today too.”

“What? Then…”

Oh Jin-woo held his head and muttered to himself.

“Where do I even start explaining this… But I can’t tell him everything… If I just ask casually…”

Kim Ji-hu tilted his head at the meaningless words.

‘What is he talking about?’

Oh Jin-woo looked at Kim Ji-hu as if he’d made up his mind and asked.

“…Ji-hu, do you know ‘Park, the President’?”

“Park… the President? Is his name Park, the President?”

“I don’t know his name. He’s just someone everyone calls Park, the President.”

The entertainment industry usually called people ‘president’ rather than ‘boss’, so there wasn’t much occasion to hear the word ‘boss’.

Furthermore, Kim Ji-hu, who had almost no connections in the industry or otherwise, wouldn’t know such things.

‘But…’

A memory from a corner of Kim Ji-hu’s mind surfaced.

“Park, the President… this is different from what we agreed… Please…”

“Oh, hello Park, the President. Yes, it’s me…”

“Park, the President.”

“Park, the President?”

Kim Ji-hu had heard the words ‘Park, the President’ countless times.

Though it was long ago.

‘When Mother was on the phone every time… Definitely…’

Kim Ji-hu hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Oh Jin-woo.

“I don’t think I know him…”

“I see… I thought so.”

Always, as usual.

Since Kim Ji-hu never talked about his mother to anyone, he tried to quietly move on.

But.

“Park, the President… please… please…”

His mother’s face, visible through the crack in the door, came to mind.

That image of her crying and pleading desperately during phone calls.

Back then, Kim Ji-hu felt no particular emotion seeing that.

No, he might have even felt satisfied.

From Kim Ji-hu’s perspective, having been abused, his mother couldn’t be considered a parent.

But he didn’t know why he was feeling these emotions now.

Had the memories and emotions of being abused faded as he got older?

Something he had never once thought about until now.

‘What kind of life did Mother live?’

Was it because he had been drinking? Or was it because he now had some peace of mind?

Kim Ji-hu had that thought.

And.

“Um… Mr. Oh Jin-woo?”

“Yes?”

“You might think this is a bit strange to say.”

Kim Ji-hu spoke clearly.

“I think I’ve heard of this person called ‘Park, the President’ before.”

***

Kim Ji-hu doesn’t talk about himself.

It was a different issue from being passive or overly shy.

Usually, talking about oneself means stories from the past – what experiences one had and what emotions one felt.

But Kim Ji-hu didn’t want to recall those things.

The more he remembered, the more painful it became.

That’s why he locked himself in his room.

In a room where no one asked questions or approached him.

After not thinking about it for so long, his memories became hazy and the pain dulled.

And as he filled his brain with countless works, the worst memories became just one among many memories.

That’s why he thought he could speak about it now.

“I’m not certain, but… I think he knew my mother.”

“Your mother?”

“My mother was a drama writer.”

“A drama writer…”

“She was the writer of ‘Millennium Empress.'”

“…! Was writer Lee Myeong-hee your mother?”

“Yes…”

This seemed to be the first time he had spoken to someone first, making his own judgment to tell them.

Even though his mother was a writer who created a drama that remained in Korean history, this was a story he had never told first.

It wasn’t because he felt comfortable with Oh Jin-woo. It was just that he hadn’t been ready until now.

Oh Jin-woo, who had been quietly listening to Kim Ji-hu’s words, opened his mouth after a moment of contemplation.

“Things probably didn’t end well for her.”

Kim Ji-hu’s eyes widened.

“What?”

“People who get involved with Park, the President usually don’t have good endings. Especially when they achieve good results in the short term.”

“But… my mother wasn’t like that. It was just… work was difficult… and various things piled up…”

Kim Ji-hu thought “not ending well” meant something similar to falling from grace in the industry.

But Oh Jin-woo shook his head.

“That’s not what I mean. Park, the President is someone who goes beyond that level. In a really trashy way.”

Hatred flickered in Oh Jin-woo’s eyes as he spoke those words. Even when he used to view Kim Ji-hu unfavorably, he had never made such an expression.

But today was different.

It was an expression as if he could kill that person if they were standing right in front of him.

Of course, that expression quickly disappeared and he spoke to Kim Ji-hu with a rather polite attitude instead.

“Mr. Ji-hu, thank you so much for telling me. We’re currently tracking that person, so I’ll let you know if anything comes up.”

Hearing something that sounded like what police or private detectives would do, Kim Ji-hu looked stunned for a moment.

“What do you mean…”

“To put it briefly, Park, the President is someone involved with criminal organizations. He’s someone from the dark side of the entertainment industry. And it seems Recal Entertainment was also connected to him, which is why I asked you about it.”

“Then Ji-hye…”

Countless thoughts flooded his mind in an instant.

“But it doesn’t seem like they intentionally dragged your sister into it. Since you said nothing seemed wrong with her.”

If Kim Ji-hye had really been in trouble, she would have said something, or they wouldn’t have been able to meet like this.

So his momentarily confused mind became organized.

Oh Jin-woo said.

“I’ll keep you informed of all developments. And if any problems arise, please tell me too. I’ll help you as much as I can.”

“Th-thank you.”

“It’s getting late now, so you should head back. Let’s meet again next time.”

Since Kim Ji-hu seemed too flustered, Oh Jin-woo appeared to want to wrap things up.

That’s when Kim Ji-hu grabbed Oh Jin-woo’s wrist.

“Um… Mr. Oh Jin-woo?”

“Yes?”

Though Kim Ji-hu usually didn’t step forward, this time he mustered his courage and said.

“I-I want to help you too.”

Finally, Kim Ji-hu was ready to properly look into his mother’s past.

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