I’m an Unknown Actress, But Everyone Knows Me - Chapter 150
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Episode 150
Yeoreum, with her glamorous hair and makeup, talked on her cell phone with someone on the other end, looking absolutely thrilled.
“Yeah~! Me? Hah… Of course I got it. An invitation! I’m different from those kids who get cast by smashing tables.”
She was completely hopeless. Layer upon layer of hopelessness was stacked behind more hopelessness.
Yeoreum, who looked the most hopeless of the three, checked herself in the sun visor with a childish smile and made a cute expression.
Bang!
“….”
Yeoreum, who had hit her forehead on the steering wheel, was silent for a moment. On the screen, Yoon Hyeonjo could be seen seemingly holding back his anger.
Small laughter erupted inside the movie theater. They could already picture Yeoreum getting disciplined by Yoon Hyeonjo.
“Roll down your window.”
“….”
“I said roll down your window.”
At those words, the window rolled down very slowly.
That’s when it happened.
The screen went into slow motion, and sudden music began to play.
Yeoreum, with her head down, created a pitiful scene like an abandoned cat in the rain.
-Pretty girl….
The audience reflexively burst into laughter upon hearing the music.
“Uhahak!”
Most people here knew the source of that music. It was the theme song from a previously successful movie.
Yeoreum’s expectation that he would fall for her beauty, just like in that movie, was painfully obvious.
However, the problem was that her opponent was Yoon Hyeonjo.
“I’m sorry… Really. Sincerely. So very. Much. Sorry.”
Yeoreum, who swept her hair back and gave sultry eyes just like the famous scene from that movie, was completely transparent.
This should work, right? Yoon Hyeonjo’s gaze toward Yeoreum, who was trying to be clever, was like dead fish eyes. Laughter erupted from here and there.
“Not the window, open the door and get out.”
When her beauty trap didn’t work, Yeoreum stopped sweeping her hair and clasped her hands together, rubbing them desperately. She looked utterly servile.
“Um, do I really have to get out? Are you feeling really sick or something? It doesn’t seem like a really big accident either?”
There was already a feeling that this would become a meme as the ‘Hopeless Trio.’
Yeoreum was proudly serving as the comic relief in the movie . After getting out of the car, Yeoreum tried her best to reduce her fault.
“Well, looking at it, the car isn’t that badly damaged…”
Clunk.
As soon as Yeoreum finished speaking, Detective Yoon’s car’s rear bumper fell down.
Yeoreum hung her head in dismay again.
One of Yoon Hyeonjo’s eyebrows slightly raised as he checked Yeoreum’s outfit. The ongoing call with her friends, which hadn’t been disconnected, echoed from the speaker.
-Crazy! Did you get in an accident? Hey hey hey. She got in a car accident.
-Did you hurt your face? You have to protect your face at least.
-Even if you’re hurt, skin correction makes it unnoticeable. It would only be a problem during live broadcasts.
-Hey! You can just use filters for that too!
After listening to that call for a moment, Yoon Hyeonjo quietly held out his cell phone. He had an expression like he’d caught good bait.
“Yes…? Cell phone…, this…”
“Number.”
At Yoon Hyeonjo’s short answer, Yeoreum smiled subtly for a moment.
Then the same background music played again.
-Pretty….
As if cutting off Yeoreum’s delusion of tucking her hair behind her ear, Detective Yoon said coldly.
“Medical bills, repair costs, and rental fees. I need your number to bill you. Hurry up and enter it. I’m busy.”
There was a sound effect like glass shattering. Yeoreum stared blankly at the cold Detective Yoon. Then her gaze slowly shifted.
The emblem of the luxury foreign car that Yoon Hyeonjo was driving appeared on the screen.
It was the moment when the estimated cost exceeded imagination.
“If you can’t afford to pay, we can use other methods.”
As soon as Yoon Hyeonjo said that, music flowed out again.
-Pretty….
Yoon Hyeonjo responded with dead fish eyes.
“Stop it.”
* * *
A few days later, small and delicate dress shoes could be seen in front of the police station. It was Yeoreum, who had put extra effort into her outfit.
“Whew…”
Yeoreum, who was breathing deeply, wondered whether to take one more step forward. That’s when it happened.
“Excuse me.”
A man’s voice and presence were heard from the side.
-Pretty girl….
It seemed to have become Yeoreum’s theme song. The audience reflexively burst into laughter whenever that song played.
“You need to write down the reason for your visit.”
But the man was a police officer. Yeoreum hesitated for a moment at the file folder handed to her, asking her to write a simple reason.
The police officer who received the file folder back tilted his head for a moment.
Yeoreum confidently pushed up the sunglasses she was wearing to the top of her head. Then she looked up at the police officer with sultry eyes.
Under that gaze, the police officer, as if enchanted, reported somewhere through the radio in his chest.
“…Someone whose reason for visit is ‘to get a number’ has arrived.”
* * *
Multiple gazes were directed at Yeoreum as she entered the Violent Crimes Unit office. All the detectives were quietly observing Yeoreum. Yeoreum smiled awkwardly.
“Why did you write your reason for visit like that? People will misunderstand.”
Detective Yoon coldly scolded Yeoreum. Yeoreum answered sheepishly.
“…I was afraid I might get arrested if I said I came because I hit a detective with my car…”
Every single word was a classic line. Every time Yeoreum opened her mouth, laughter of various sizes burst out.
They began explaining the Funny Series in earnest.
“So, so right now. To me…”
Nod. The detectives nodded with serious expressions.
“Such an important?”
Nod. The detectives nodded again with serious expressions.
“Job… you’re entrusting to me?”
Nod. The detectives nodded with serious expressions as if that was exactly right.
“Oh my, this is crazy. This kind of thing only happens in movies, right? What is this, a hidden camera? Targeting beautiful civilians?”
Yeoreum spun her head around frantically. Her vision spun dizzily. The shabby space rotated following Yeoreum’s gaze and stopped at Detective Yoon.
“….”
He was holding a calculator. One with countless zeros on it. Yeoreum’s mouth fell open involuntarily.
She had a feeling that if she didn’t cooperate, she would have to pay compensation equal to that number.
Even so, she couldn’t easily muster the courage. Detective Gwak encouraged the dejected Yeoreum from beside her.
“Hey, miss. We don’t ask just anyone for favors like this.”
For that to be true, Yeoreum was far too much of a ‘just anyone.’
“We also choose people, we selected you after careful consideration.”
There was no one else to choose from.
“It couldn’t just be any influencer! Someone who could paralyze those guys’ reasoning! Absolutely pure and cute!”
-Pretty….
“And someone whose voice alone could bewitch them!”
-Pretty girl….
“It had to be someone like that! I had no choice!”
-Everyone falls….
Hearing that story, Yeoreum lowered her head again. Then the music played again in slow motion.
-I’m a pretty girl….
Yeoreum slowly raised her head. This time she didn’t just raise it normally. She tilted it at an angle, making eye contact with Detective Gwak in a pose as if she was determined to take the prettiest selfie possible.
“Hah…. Really, I have no choice.”
Watching Yeoreum’s back as she accepted the spy role, the detectives each made their comments.
“Detective Gwak, I think you’ll end up in prison someday. For fraud charges.”
“You seem more like a real criminal than actual criminals….”
Hearing his subordinates’ words, Detective Yoon quietly nodded.
Thus began the undercover preparations for the .
* * *
The heart of Gangnam. A space that doesn’t sleep even well past midnight. Club D.K, where people dressed to the nines line up to get in.
“Sorry, but you don’t quite fit our establishment.”
A guard with a radio in his ear was blocking people, letting others in, then blocking again when it happened.
Several super cars came roaring in with loud noises.
People who saw the procession whispered among themselves. These were cars worth as much as a decent house.
“Working hard again today, huh?”
Bypassing the people waiting in line, they pulled out wads of cash from inside their jackets and stuffed them into the guard’s chest pocket. A playful and cocky attitude. They were crypto rich. So-called ‘new money.’
[♥︎Cheongdam Coin Fam K Check-in♥︎]
As soon as they entered, news of the Cheongdam Fam appeared on the electronic billboard. Everyone cheered. As if this place was their own kingdom.
Confetti poppers going off amid the loud music, champagne bottles coming in one after another. And finally.
“Hahahaha! Ah-! So fucking funny-!”
“Hehe…heh…hehe….”
The private room was filled with smiley face balloons. The smiley balloons should have been cute props, but being near them felt somehow eerie.
A man who staggered up from his seat gestured to a waiter. Then new champagne was set up again.
He pulled out wads of cash from his jacket, took off the watch on his hand, even set up his luxury wallet, then held up his cell phone and snap-! took a photo.
Youstagram
#HowICouldBecomeRich #DMIfCurious #ThoseWhoHaventTastedSuccessDontKnow #OnceYouTasteSuccessYouCantGoBack #YoungCEO
As soon as he tagged and uploaded the show-off shot to SNS, DMs came pouring in. Ding, ding-ding-ding-ding-! The notification sounds came non-stop.
[Hello there ㅜㅜ I always really enjoy reading your stories..!!]
[Can I call you hyung? haha]
[Let’s be friends :)]
The man’s smile was vile as he skimmed through the messages they sent while looking at profile photos.
“Hahahaha! Idiots….”
The world seemed ridiculous to him. Just like their . A commotion arose from beyond the huge private room. Crash, the sound of breaking bottles was sharp.
“Kyaaah-!”
Someone’s scream could be heard faintly but was soon buried in the loud club music.
* * *
The scene switched to a solemn and quiet space, the complete opposite of Club D.K. The thick soundproof walls seemed stern, as if no conversation held in this space could be taken outside.
Thud-. Thud-. Thud-.
The sound of dress shoes striking the floor was like the sound of a gavel in a courtroom.
Click.
When the middle-aged man stood in front of the door, it opened immediately as if they had been waiting.
“The Chairman has arrived.”
Everyone sitting in their seats quickly stood up. It seemed to show just how important this man was.
The man who sat in the luxurious mahogany chair and looked around had no expression on his face.
“Sit.”
He was the chairman of the National Assembly’s Legislation and Judiciary Committee. High-ranking police officials and business figures were gathered here now.
All the so-called ‘big shots’ had gathered in one place.
“I hear the violent crimes unit has been acting up lately.”
Looking intently at someone, the man spoke in a low voice. A police official bowed his head as if ashamed.
“I really don’t want to understand….”
His gaze slowly swept over the police official. Heavy pressure filled the space.
It was pressure to end the investigation.
* * *
‘Mm, good. This is roughly where the conflict section starts.’
Reporter Wi, who was watching the movie, nodded lightly. It really was like a movie made by collecting every cliché.
Sure enough, the chief who had been beating Detective Gwak received orders to stop the investigation.
The chief walking down the office corridor looked even more pitiful today, perhaps because he was wearing that shabby field jacket.
“Hey, come out.”
Two detectives in shabby clothes sat on the bench behind the police station. The chief, smoking with a grim expression, opened his mouth.
“You know what I’m about to say.”
“Ah, hyung.”
Detective Gwak’s face contorted as he sensed what the chief was going to say. The chief stubbed out his cigarette in the empty coffee paper cup and said.
“Keep going.”
“Ah, no! Absolutely not! How did I get this far! Didn’t you see that bastard Detective Yoon disrespecting you? Let’s show them! Ugh, no. I can’t quit!”
“Let’s keep going, you bastard.”
“…Huh?”
Detective Gwak’s eyes widened at the chief’s unexpected words when he thought he would definitely tell him to quit.
“Hyung, are you crazy?”
“This bastard has no manners at all.”
“No, when did you tell me not to cause trouble? You said you’d kill me if I got fired? You said I couldn’t take off this uniform even for Minjeong’s sake?”
The chief’s past life as the most ordinary of ordinary citizens was understandable. Reporter Wi roughly predicted the next line.
‘Something about upholding justice. That’s how they’ll find the touching moment.’
The ordinary citizen character tries to sacrifice his future for justice, and eventually the world recognizes his heart with an ending where justice prevails.
‘Good cliché.’
That’s when it happened. The chief, who had been hanging his head, burst into laughter.
“Puhehehehe…. Kehehehe…. Uhahahaha…!”
As if he had taken some himself.
It was laughter that seemed uncontrollable.
‘What the…?’
All the seated audience members had the same thought. There was nothing to laugh that hard about. When everyone was puzzled by the sudden burst of laughter.
The chief pulled out his cell phone from inside his jacket.
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