I’m an Unknown Actress, But Everyone Knows Me - Chapter 189

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Episode 189

“The high humidity of Japan where Huijae lived, especially Kobe was more humid, so I thought chronic pulmonary tuberculosis or bronchial diseases would have worsened more easily.”

I corrected my walking style from the start to live as Yeonhuijae. How did Huijae, whose activity range would have been excessively narrow, walk?

To understand what kind of ground she stepped on one step at a time in the world surrounding her, the background of that era was necessary.

“Air pollution was also severe due to the effects of war and industrialization. The place where Huijae was located was a big city with high coal and charcoal usage. The smoke and fine dust would have been severe.”

So to forget even a little the lungs that hurt like being stabbed with needles, she put strength in her abdomen. Since one side of her abdomen hurt particularly, one leg moving unnaturally with each step was precisely Huijae’s walking style.

“Ah… So that’s why…”

Ji Haebeom smiled brightly. Contrary to earlier, this time there was no trace of laughter in his voice. He was serious.

“Writer An would really like this if she knew. Right?”

“She’s such an amazing person that I probably won’t have a chance to meet her separately… Senior, please tell her later. That Han Yeoreum does some script analysis.”

“You seemed nervous, but looking at this, maybe not. Anyway, it was interesting. You did well in the audition.”

Ji Haebeom pulled back his body that had been leaning close. As his bent upper body returned to an upright posture, his large build became newly apparent.

“How old did you say you were? Twenty-one?”

“Twenty-two.”

“I see… Twenty-two…”

Ji Haebeom, who seemed to be thinking about something, sighed.

“You’re still too much of a kid, even for a kid. What a waste.”

To be honest, my conscience pricks a bit at being called a kid.

‘More than that, I’ve aged quite a bit more…’

Still, if I count my age from before the regression, Myeong Jeha would probably be sad, so I should stick with twenty-two. Being a kid isn’t so bad.

“Grow up quickly. So we can meet as actor to actor, not like child roles or anything.”

Ji Haebeom said that and left the meeting room. Humming a song softly.

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“What? I didn’t mishear just now, did I, Director? She said that?”

Writer An, holding her cell phone, was momentarily flustered upon hearing about Han Yeoreum’s acting.

There are two types of writers in the world.

Those who enjoy bringing their intentions about their work out into the world, and those who secretly hide them and hope someone will notice.

“That can’t be possible…”

Writer An was the latter. The pleasure of someone noticing the foreshadowing she had carefully laid out was like a kind of gourmet experience, and feeling that irreplaceable thrilling taste was an enjoyment she couldn’t give up.

‘But this is different!’

Writer An, bewildered by the fact that she had been seen through with just a few lines of scenario, hung up the phone. Then she sat at the studio table and looked at Myeong Jeha, the child actor for Gi Taeseok, and interrogated him.

“As expected, you broke your promise, didn’t you? You told Han Yeoreum?”

“No way. How did the audition results turn out?”

Looking at Writer An’s expression, Myeong Jeha was certain.

‘She got it. Han Yeoreum.’

He knew it would be like that. Myeong Jeha’s eyes weren’t wrong. It seemed like correcting just her walking style could create a perfect Huijae.

“I really can’t believe it… To be found out so absurdly by two people. And by such young kids at that. Me? This An Junmyeong?”

“Yeoreum got it right too, I guess.”

“Tell me. Do I really show it that obviously? It doesn’t make sense to think of pear blossoms that way.”

Han Yeoreum was an unexpected figure in the endlessly resetting life. A board that had been overturned and completed countless times. Among the chess pieces that moved according to strategy, Han Yeoreum was unique.

‘At least it’s a direction that doesn’t appear in the that Han Yeoreum saw.’

Myeong Jeha didn’t know from which round of his life Han Yeoreum had regressed.

However, this setting. Yeonhuijae who didn’t like pear blossoms unfortunately never appeared even once.

‘It was overturned many times.’

The lead actors changed several times, but the result was the same. There was never a time when Gi Taeseok’s popularity in was low.

Therefore, that Gi Taeseok had to love pear blossoms until the end. Because that was the kind of choice the character Gi Taeseok, who received the public’s love, would make.

The image of Taeseok opening his necklace under the pear blossoms blooming luxuriantly even while his life was collapsing was always cited as a famous scene.

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Sir, this is not a good combination.

Huijae who came to love pear blossoms after hating them, and conversely Taeseok who came to hate pear blossoms after loving them. Writer An couldn’t draw the originally intended image of the two people sadly missing each other.

‘No matter how much the writer wants to push forward, dramas are ultimately popular art.’

When the broadcasting station, director, investors, and public pushed, the writer had to yield.

‘Above all, the timing was too bad.’

There was no money.

Right after the Korean Wave restrictions hit, the entertainment industry froze. The impact was far too great. KBC’s situation was no different.

But to carry a period drama solidly through to the latter half required enormous funding as a necessity.

‘So we had no choice but to follow the investors’ words.’

An Junmyeong considered this shameful and wouldn’t tell just anyone about the symbolism of pear blossoms. Contrary to the writer’s intention, Taeseok had to love pear blossoms until the end.

“No, shit! The writer set it up like this but they’re being jerks… If I just win the lottery… No wait… Even if I win the lottery ten times I can’t make this… Then I’ll just do what they tell me to do… This is really fucking annoying!”

Myeong Jeha knew Writer An who had drunkenly knelt to capitalism.

Bright and pure white flowers that reminded one of Huijae. At the same time, the expensive and precious pear tree meant Taeseok’s poverty.

Unlike the pear blossoms now blooming abundantly at Taeseok’s house, Huijae, who had already become another man’s wife, was something that could never be obtained no matter what.

‘What blocked Taeseok’s path after barely overcoming poverty was social status.’

No matter how much money he raked in, he didn’t have a distinguished family background. The nouveau riche and the naturally upper class were different.

The harder one climbs the ladder, the more one feels the limitations. From the beginning, they never considered Gi Taeseok to be of the same class.

Even if they smiled and treated him kindly on the surface, they fundamentally held rejection.

He could have the pear tree but couldn’t have Huijae.

That fact that Gi Taeseok of came to realize painfully.

‘She figured that out all by herself.’

The continuously resetting world. The appearance of the variable called Han Yeoreum after countless failures made him feel an unknowable emotion.

It was an emotion that even Myeong Jeha, who had tasted all emotions in this world, learned anew.

Hundreds of emotions swirled and churned throughout his body.

‘Ji Haebeom must be calculating.’

His characteristic intuition, animalistic judgment, and even the action power to execute it all.

‘Probably soon…’

Myeong Jeha expected that Ji Haebeom would start moving in earnest.

Despite subtly deviating from the board he had set up, it wasn’t bothersome.

“The tea was good, Writer An. I’ll see you again next time.”

“Where are you going?”

Writer An was clutching her head across from Myeong Jeha. Her pride was clearly severely wounded.

“I have someone to meet.”

Myeong Jeha stood up from his seat. Writer An, her hair disheveled, glared at Myeong Jeha.

“These days writers and directors talk about you so much, don’t they? That you have a different eye for scenarios. That you learn a lot despite being young.”

“Haha. It feels good that you look at me so kindly.”

“Just tell me honestly.”

Writer An jumped up from his seat.

“There must be some special secret tutoring that only KNUA teaches, something like that, right? Otherwise…! How could…!”

“I’ll be going.”

Myeong Jeha turned his back without any lingering attachment.

“Oh right, Writer.”

“What?”

“This time, you’ll be able to write as you wish.”

“What’s with the sudden encouragement?”

Myeong Jeha left those words behind and opened the door.

As he left Writer An’s studio, a light drizzle was falling. Myeong Jeha walked into the rain without hesitation.

His nerves would sharpen endlessly over things that escaped calculation, yet he would lose interest in a life that flowed exactly as planned.

“Isn’t that guy the police officer?”

“I think so…”

The corners of Myeong Jeha’s mouth turned up as he got rained on. The only thing that wouldn’t go his way. The one person he couldn’t factor into his calculations.

‘Han Yeoreum…’

He wanted to capture Han Yeoreum. Myeong Jeha turned his head to the side once. He could hear the soft intake of breath from the women who had been stealing glances at him. Myeong Jeha smiled at them with his eyes crinkling.

‘It seems like in this round…’

Perhaps. The assumptions he had made all this time might finally prove correct this time. If he discovered the hidden key, he might be able to break this tiresome repetition.

‘I think I’ll need to be more active than before.’

It seemed like Han Yeoreum would rise faster than expected. Myeong Jeha recalled, for the first time in a very, truly very long time, the mindset he had when he was a rookie.

That time when he desperately wanted to succeed quickly. That very distant past that was even hazy in his memory.

Myeong Jeha took out the cell phone from inside his jacket. Either way, he needed to move busily now.

In order to completely capture the variable called Han Yeoreum.

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