I’m an Unknown Actress, But Everyone Knows Me - Chapter 215

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Episode 215

“Ah… I felt like I had everything in the world. The adults were right when they said you’d get a boyfriend once you go to university. It seemed like they weren’t wrong. So I did my absolute best runway walk. I called my brother and made a huge fuss.”

Among rookie DJs, few knew how to control their voice like this.

Unlike the countless actors he had met so far, Han Yeoreum wasn’t someone who ‘performed for others’ but rather someone who ‘conveyed to others.’ The listeners would keenly pick up on that difference too.

“Brother, look, look. Is this better? Or that?”

“Just wear whatever.”

“This one’s innocent, this one’s cute. From a guy’s perspective, which one is more attractive?”

“I’m sick of it.”

“Ah, seriously!”

It was easy to get swept up in emotions. There were even celebrities who thought radio was easy just because only voices could be heard.

But that was a misconception. If there was nothing to see, you had to extract twice the entertainment value with just your voice to keep people hooked.

“I spent ages choosing an outfit, and drew my eyeliner over and over again with clumsy hands. Finally, when I met him… I asked what he had to say.”

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that the difference between professional broadcasters and regular influencers came down to their voice.

“So, what did you have to say?”

Breath control, intensity control, speed control – listeners keenly pick up on the difference between refining each word that comes out of your mouth versus speaking casually.

“Thump. Thump. Thump. I was so, so nervous that my heart felt like it would jump out of my mouth.”

The Technical Director added heartbeat sound effects while listening intently to their voices.

“I’m actually…”

“Yes! Actually!”

“Twenty-two years old.”

“Huh?”

When the crow cawing sound effect played, it perfectly captured the image of a bewildered freshman.

“I froze right there on the spot. That man said with a smile:”

“I’m a third-year, and I heard there were some freshmen from our department nearby, so I came to pay the bill.”

“Ah… That’s what it was. That man was a senior from way back. What he said next was even more shocking.”

“And I’m going to the military the day after tomorrow.”

Caw- Caw- Caw- The crows filled several seconds of silence.

“My first love was a senior who had taken a leave of absence for military service! As I stood there dazed, that man said to me:”

Han Yeoreum seemed to instinctively know what tone to use, from what distance, and at what speed to speak. She wasn’t outmatched at all by Yoon Hyeonjo, who had years more experience in the industry.

“CC is nice too, but enjoy your school life and think about it slowly. You’re twenty – it’d be a waste.”

I found myself listening more and more intently. Even though I knew what Han Yeoreum’s next line would be, I kept getting curious.

The fewer places that needed delicate adjustment, the less room there was for the Technical Director to intervene, but I strongly felt like I was working ‘together’ with Han Yeoreum in harmony. It was strangely fun.

“How could someone be so mature? Every action, every single word was exactly my ideal type, which made me even sadder.”

As their conversation meshed together, their character portrayal became clear. Like a textbook romantic comedy.

“Well, have fun with your freshman life. Even among your classmates there’ll be repeat students, so don’t speak casually to just anyone. Got it?”

“…”

“You need to answer.”

“Yes…”

“Good. Take care.”

“He patted my head and left. I watched his retreating figure and swallowed my tears. That’s how my first love ended, short and intense…”

Han Yeoreum even calculated and created the pauses. The Technical Director seized this moment to insert a dramatic sound effect.

“It didn’t.”

* * *

-I like you.

-Want to go out with me?

Yoon Hyeonjo’s fan humbly accepted her rising cheeks. She had already tried to manage her expression several times, but it was impossible.

-After becoming a freshman and participating in department activities, receiving confessions, and hearing at drinking parties that someone liked me, I still thought of that man.

Yoon Hyeonjo’s voice, full of senior charm, tickled her heart.

-CC is nice too, but enjoy your school life and think about it slowly.

The romantic comedy she had never tasted in his filmography was sweet.

-I kept thinking of his voice, over and over, and the conclusion I reached was…

Beautiful xylophone sounds were layered as sound effects. Yoon Hyeonjo’s fan waited for the next line from the bulldozer freshman.

-CC… sounds good…?

Background music played once again. At some point, Yoon Hyeonjo’s fan felt like she was listening to an edited version of a work rather than just a simple radio show.

-Actually, I knew his Facebook. Looking at his profile photo that showed up as ‘friend of a friend,’ I made up my mind. A hundred-day leave. I would meet him once more to talk. First, I sent him a message. Senior, I’m sorry about last time. When you get leave, I’d like to buy you something delicious.

Did they end up together? How did it continue? She recalled a character from Yoon Hyeonjo’s filmography who had unusually short hair. It was a soldier character, and it matched perfectly with this story.

-He would read it very late, but while spending each day waiting for a reply, my one-sided love only grew. Finally, the ‘1’ disappeared and he sent a reply.

It was definitely a radio show she had started listening to because of her bias Yoon Hyeonjo’s content. But after Yoon Hyeonjo’s lines,

-Why would I let you buy me food? Seniors are supposed to buy meals for freshmen.

She began looking forward to Han Yeoreum’s voice that would follow right after.

-Our second meeting came to pass. The senior with shorter hair looked even more wonderful. Compared to how boldly I had suggested meeting, I couldn’t speak properly, and the senior kept the conversation going for me.

-Does Professor Gwak Cheolsik still make the exams really hard?

-Yes… It’s so difficult.

-It’d be manageable if you had the genealogy. Should I help you?

In the middle of their ticklish date-like conversation, a bomb dropped.

-…I like you.

Han Yeoreum’s voice trembled like an awkward confession blurted out after much deliberation.

-Those words kept wanting to burst out of my mouth. I didn’t know anything detailed about this person yet, but I just liked him so, so much. His broad back that carried me on that cold winter night, his voice that answered each of my drunken ramblings – I loved it all.

Yoon Hyeonjo’s fan unconsciously recalled her own freshman days.

Being twenty and getting drunk without knowing her limit. A kind senior who took care of her as she was, without scolding or teasing.

‘Wait, it would be illegal not to like someone like that, right?’

She couldn’t help but fall for him instantly. Yoon Hyeonjo’s calm words even added legitimacy to that feeling.

-You eat well.

-Even him pushing the plate toward me, telling me to eat more without knowing my feelings, was lovely. After entering the cafe, I gathered my courage and spoke again.

Han Yeoreum drew in a breath with a “huu.” Like she was gathering up emotions that were about to burst out.

-No matter how much I think about it, I think I like you, Senior…! At those words, the man who was drinking coffee froze for a moment. Then he smiled like before.

-Freshmen usually think seniors look cool and all that.

-But that’s not it. Other seniors don’t look cool at all to me.

-Then you’re confused because you were drunk that time.

-How could even rejection be this cool? The senior didn’t seem to know that my feelings wouldn’t be broken.

The background music disappeared, and only Han Yeoreum’s voice could be heard. Like a question filled with determination had boldly approached him.

-Then want to make a bet?

-A bet?

-On how long I can keep liking you, Senior.

Now it was about time for the story to come to an end.

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