I’m an Unknown Actress, But Everyone Knows Me - Chapter 175

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Episode 175

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The more Han Yeoreum’s lips curved upward, the more the smile disappeared from Gi Juye’s face.

 

Just then, a loud commotion arose from outside the event venue. It was a tremendous cheer. Judging by the flashes going off non-stop, it was someone whose popularity could be felt.

 

Do Gyeoul was entering.

 

 

 

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Do Gyeoul watched the final episode of in her home theater. The thrilling catharsis at that moment was on a scale she had never experienced in her life.

 

The moment the camera angle changed and she realized that the ritual ground was also another talisman. A massive disaster seemed to crush Do Gyeoul with an illusion.

 

After cutting her hair with a blade, Yeoreum’s face as she turned around. The shortened hair swayed, revealing a desperate expression that was captured in Gyeoul’s eyes.

 

Jang Heebin, who had been precariously on the verge of completion, was finally complete.

 

The resentment toward the Yeom family became resentment toward Sukjong, and Seoryeong, who risked her life to protect the world, became Heebin, who risked her life because she didn’t want to accept reality.

 

‘The Yeom family is hatred, Jeongan is attachment.’

 

In contrast, the emotions toward Myeongdo were all clear and precious things.

 

They were tender and heartbreaking emotions, but they didn’t suit Heebin, who was discriminated against by social status and struggled desperately to survive in the palace.

 

The emotions that needed to be drawn from Gyeoul’s mind became clear.

 

‘I don’t necessarily have to take Seoryeong when she’s with Myeongdo.’

 

With the emotions toward Jeongan as the core, she added emotions that Heebin might have had when she didn’t know what kind of man Sukjong was.

 

The emotions an abused child has toward a new guardian were converted into the suspicion about first love that a girl from a conservative era might have, and the scene of seeing worn shoes and bringing flower shoes was converted into a scene of Heebin, who had fallen in love, embroidering for Sukjong.

 

Thump-thump-thump-.

 

Her heart raced. Her mind spun rapidly. All of Seoryeong from that she had watched countless times came vividly alive and moved in Gyeoul’s mind.

 

Gyeoul closed her eyes.

 

Through the dim vision, she saw Seoryeong.

 

Seoryeong, who had been dressed as a man, took off her hat and let down her hair. Her clothes had somehow changed to a pink jeogori that Heebin would wear. Her braided hair became an elaborate hairpiece, and expensive ornaments hung between the strands. Soon, gold leaf patterns were applied to her clothes as well.

 

And what was overlaid was poison.

 

Seoryeong struggling on the ritual ground had become Jang Heebin. Gyeoul blurred Seoryeong’s features. Then she put on her own face.

 

It was the moment when Jang Heebin was perfectly created in her mind.

 

Yeoreum’s precise pronunciation pierced her ears through the speakers.

 

 

 

“Sangbaekcheonjoneoncheongondaejacheonjondaesungwigungsaengbuwimanyeongsageumjajecheon….”

 

 

 

Gyeoul opened her eyes. Only the screen showing Seoryeong’s face shone brightly in the dim space. She watched Seoryeong calling Myeongdo’s name and crying sadly like a child, calculating.

 

‘If I connect the first meeting scene with Myeongdo from episode 2 before the sobbing scene from episode 16….’

 

She created Jang Heebin like a formula using Han Yeoreum’s Seoryeong. Gyeoul leisurely picked up the script that was sitting on the tea table. Then she burst into laughter.

 

“Ahaha!”

 

Unlike Seoryeong crying on the screen, Gyeoul’s laughter was filled with joy.

 

“Ah… I’m looking forward to it.”

 

Gyeoul waited only for the day when she would meet Yeoreum up close again.

 

When getting out of the van, when waving on the mint carpet, and finally when entering the event venue.

 

“It’s been a while.”

 

Gyeoul looked only at Yeoreum.

 

Do Gyeoul’s table was naturally at the front. The main seat. Whether her agency had pulled strings or not, Han Yeoreum was subtly positioned behind Gyeoul. It was a kind of power struggle.

 

“Yes. It has been a while.”

 

Han Yeoreum was not the same Han Yeoreum as before. She wasn’t like when she sat next to her in the lecture hall and played with her. There was no obvious rejection or inexplicable line-drawing.

 

‘Somehow stable….’

 

Do Gyeoul learned something while looking at such Yeoreum.

 

 

 

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‘Why is the energy here like this.’

 

Gi Juye at 8 o’clock. Do Gyeoul at 2 o’clock. From one side, I could feel the burning gaze of revenge, and from the other side, I could feel the damp gaze of observation.

 

‘This is the life of a star….’

 

A real star who drives both haters and fans crazy. I should humbly bear the weight of popularity.

 

‘One side is a fan… though there’s something strange about calling them that….’

 

I looked at Do Gyeoul’s half-visible profile with dead fish eyes.

 

‘Good. Let’s correct that to sasaeng fan.’

 

I drank the water placed in front of me with elegant hand movements.

 

“Getting nervous over something like this, what are you going to do in the future.”

 

It was only for a brief moment, but Geum Bitkang seemed to notice my expression and spoke up.

 

‘But Professor. I’m not nervous because of that award….’

 

Kwon Junhyeok, who was sitting next to me with pomade hair slicked back in a matching retro styling, nodded earnestly.

 

“R-right. This kind of small award ceremony is really nothing, nothing at all…!”

 

“No, Junhyeok, you must have been to many award ceremonies, so why are you so nervous?”

 

“As an actor, it’s my first, my first time….”

 

The L’EL award ceremony was bigger in scale compared to last year. It had become an even more glamorous event. Even the number of prepared cameras had nearly doubled.

 

‘Everyone… please film me….’

 

The successor to that Geum Bitkang, actress Han Yeoreum who will lead South Korea—her rookie days are precious….

 

I steadied my disturbed mind and body while receiving the subtle camera therapy.

 

Meanwhile, the lighting changed. The award ceremony had begun.

 

“Thank you all for attending the L’EL Style Awards. Now, shall we have time to select this year’s icons.”

 

Walking leisurely onto the stage with a microphone was Myeong Jeha. Our eyes met briefly. Myeong Jeha looked at me just like at the Seoul Drama Awards.

 

‘But now I’m not nervous.’

 

Because I have the mindset of someone who’s already been promised an award.

 

‘If they don’t give Seoryeong at least one award here, it’s obvious there’ll be an uproar about an unfair award ceremony.’

 

I leisurely lifted my chin. Myeong Jeha smiled, crinkling his eyes.

 

“First, the Iconic Style category….”

 

The award ceremony proceeded amid bursting flashes. Those who had grabbed attention this year were called one by one.

 

I hoped my name would be called as late as possible.

 

“Awarded to those who showed the most innovative development, this category is Trailblazer of the Year….”

 

I hope I receive a better award than Do Gyeoul. Even if not in acting, in any field, I want to take the upper hand. I hope the day comes when that leisurely profile becomes anxious because of me.

 

“Do Gyeoul.”

 

As I wished, Do Gyeoul’s name was called.

 

Do Gyeoul, who had been sitting in her seat as if savoring her name for a moment, slowly stood up. Holding the bouquet in her arms, she briefly gave her acceptance speech.

 

Her gaze was directed at me the entire time.

 

As soon as Do Gyeoul returned to her seat and sat down, the next award presentation immediately proceeded.

 

“Most-Wanted, who captivated viewers’ hearts with broad acting ability, that glorious category goes to.”

 

Myeong Jeha deliberately added flowery words that he hadn’t said to the previous winners. He lightly readjusted the trophy in his hand and spoke.

 

“Han Yeoreum, congratulations.”

 

A narrow margin. Though it was a narrow margin, the thought that I had surpassed Do Gyeoul, even briefly, made my head dizzy.

 

Geum Bitkang gave me a look, and Kwon Junhyeok, who was sitting next to me, smiled brightly and applauded. It was the moment I was about to get up from my seat and go to the award stage.

 

I was suddenly pulled into someone’s arms by a tugging hand.

 

A subtle, pleasant floral scent.

 

“Do Gyeoul….”

 

Do Gyeoul, who had embraced me, whispered in my ear.

 

“Congratulations, Yeoreum.”

 

The cameras are rolling. Flashes are bursting at our appearance. What expression should I make at times like this? Do Gyeoul’s hand patted my back. As if we were really close. So that in other people’s eyes, Do Gyeoul and I would appear to be good friends.

 

“You absolutely have to beat Gi Juye. Never lose to her. You must snatch that role away…”

 

Do Gyeoul’s sudden action left me unable to do anything. The best I could manage was awkwardly lifting the corners of my mouth.

 

‘What should I do in a situation like this?’

 

It was when my brain momentarily stopped.

 

“Make it fun for me.”

 

Do Gyeoul let me go. Do Gyeoul was slightly taller than me, so the first thing that caught my eye was her lips. Do Gyeoul mouthed the words.

 

Fighting.

 

I slowly raised my gaze upward. It was a look I had seen once before.

 

 

 

“If it were me, I would have gone on stage even with a broken leg back then.”

 

 

 

It was when I last heard Do Gyeoul’s true feelings, right before my regression.

 

I momentarily forgot how to breathe. I had the illusion that the pain from being hit by a car was rushing back.

 

“Yes. It’s really nice to see you two getting along so well. But now we’d like you to receive your trophy.”

 

It was then that Myeong Jeha’s voice woke me up.

 

“This year’s actress, Han Yeoreum.”

 

Actress. Han Yeoreum.

 

Ridiculously, hearing those obvious words made my legs move. I passed by Do Gyeoul and went up onto the stage.

 

The smooth, solid trophy settled heavily into my grasp. Bright lighting descended hotly above my head, and flashes burst out.

 

I took one deep breath.

 

“Thank you for giving me such an undeserved award.”

 

Who am I? Han Yeoreum, whose fan cafe had thirty-four new members join today and twenty-seven new posts uploaded.

 

 

 

[Summer Letter/ I hope you have another happy day..]

 

I’m happy to have discovered our actress through Strange Tales these days. I’ll look forward to your good acting in the future. I hope you continue to succeed and always prioritize your health, so please make sure to eat your meals properly~hehe

 

 

 

Recalling the post I had memorized letter by letter right before coming to the event venue, I felt fearless. I stared at Do Gyeoul for a moment while holding the trophy.

 

‘Right now it’s just a fashion magazine awards ceremony.’

 

I’ll soon be attending terrestrial broadcasting award ceremonies too. I’ll go to film festivals too. There, I’ll get my hands on every trophy you received before.

 

“I will continue to appear before you all with good acting and as an excellent actress.”

 

Because I’m actress Han Yeoreum.

 

 

 

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“Yeoreum is so cute I could die…”

 

At that moment. Aetami was working overtime, shedding tears over not being able to attend this L’EL Style Awards.

 

The period transitioning from August to September had seasonal promotions lined up one after another. Thanks to that, she, who worked at an advertising agency, was having another exhausting day today.

 

“It’s worse because there’s no today…”

 

Even trying to soothe her tired eyes with Yeoreum’s official photos, Aetami felt empty. The lingering impression of ‘s final episode that she saw in the screening room would surely follow her throughout her entire fan life.

 

“But there’s a live stream today!”

 

JC ENM still had their intuition intact. It was indeed fitting for the channel that was the first among broadcasters to achieve one million subscribers.

 

Following the previous , the first-round live stream that captured the atmosphere of a company dinner had the premiere button displayed even before upload.

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