I’m an Unknown Actress, But Everyone Knows Me - Chapter 67

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Episode 67

-Boksun?

A familiar sound came from far away. It seemed to be getting closer and closer.

-Boksun!

Without thinking, Yeondu called out that name. The name she had been shouting continuously.

-Woof! Woof woof!

Boksuni looked down at Yeondu from above. Panting happily as if overjoyed, she wagged her tail.

That’s when it happened. The flashlight on the ground miraculously lit up brightly. Light swirled around inside the pit that had been nothing but darkness.

-Village Chief-. Are you there?

-That Boksuni is really something amazing…

And then people’s voices could be heard one after another. Yeondu, overcome with emotion, tried to hold back tears while making a walnut shape with her chin. But she couldn’t hold it back any longer. Finally, Yeondu cried her heart out.

-I’m, *sob*, not the village chief…! I said I won’t do it…! Waaaah…!!!

For Jeong Yeondu, who had no interest from anyone and didn’t want to show interest to anyone,

-Oh my. She’s crying because I misspoke.

-I didn’t know she hated being village chief that much…

Finally, there were people who would comfort her when she cried.

-*Sob*… I’m not the village chief…! Why do you always call me that…!

An umbrella was placed over Yeondu’s head as she cried like a child. The grandmothers were busy trying to comfort Yeondu in their flustered state.

Among the bustling sounds, the voices of firefighters mixed in. The flashlight beams that came looking for Yeondu twinkled like starlight.

-Is the missing person safe down there?

The screen gradually faded to black again.

-What is your relationship to the missing person?

As it faded out, the volume of the conversation also gradually decreased. But Aetami and everyone else could still hear it.

-Oh. She’s our granddaughter.

-Ugh, why are you making me cry like this.. you cowards..ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ

-I’ve been feeling this since last time, but Pi Chaewon handles clichés so perfectly, damn. It’s really not easy to do this ㅜㅜㅜ

︎˪For real, she’s a woman who suits clichés better than anyone

-This is what is..ㅜㅜㅜㅠㅠㅜㅠㅠㅠ

Tears had somehow started flowing from Aetami’s eyes. The emotion she felt when watching the final episode of came rushing back. Her heart swelled with feeling.

“Yeondu…”

Following Pi Chaewon, this was the second name. Han Yeoreum had become the character itself.

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had 5 minutes left. The office worker had just gotten off the bus and was walking up the hill. It was a night where even the muggy summer temperature wasn’t unpleasant.

Click- Click-.

Yeondu on screen was typing as always. Narration flowed out.

-For all that time, I wanted to run away. The countless responsibilities I had to drag around like shackles tormented me.

To remain forever alone in a place where no one had any interest in each other. That was the only thing I wanted.

Yeondu saved the manuscript that was open on her laptop.

[The Young Lady Who Moved to the Countryside Bakes Macarons]

[Do you want to save?]

After pressing the save button and opening the next window, Yeondu’s screen showed a sales graph that seemed to pierce the ceiling once again. A comment window appeared next to Yeondu.

[Author, I heal by looking at this every day on my way home from work…ㅠㅠㅠ It’s seriously the best]

[This reminds me of my grandmother too ㅜㅜ It really makes me want to move to the countryside…]

It looked like the same daily routine at first glance, but it was clearly different from before. Next to Yeondu, who was stretching her stiff neck and picking up a cup of coffee.

-Whine!

-Okay, okay. Five minutes have passed.

Boksuni was there. After pouring food for Boksuni who was whining while holding her food bowl, Yeondu went out to the living room. Narration gently filled the scene.

-But now I know. What I wanted to avoid wasn’t just those things. Maybe I wanted to run away from the fact that I had no reason to exist for anyone.

Yeondu turned on the microphone placed in front of the TV and cleared her throat.

-Ahem, announcing to all village residents.

Yeondu’s voice rang out loudly through speakers located throughout Danbok Village. The grandmothers working in the fields smiled warmly and listened to Yeondu’s voice.

-Today at 5:30. As announced last time, a macaron one-day class will be held at the village hall. Since you’ll be eating macarons, stop bringing fruit from home. The village chief stayed up all night and is going to get some sleep now, so take care of lunch yourselves.

The grandmothers giggled at Yeondu’s announcement.

-I’ve been waiting just for today! She keeps saying macaron, macaron every day, but I need to know what it tastes like! They don’t even sell them at the bakery in town.

-Our persimmons are delicious… The village chief would like them too if she tried them. But would I get scolded if I brought them?

-Whether it’s novels or whatever, you need to take care of your body first. What’s she throwing around staying up all night like that every day.

Yeondu ended the broadcast like that. On the living room wall hung a photo of Yeondu and the grandmothers.

[Congratulations! New Village Chief of Danbok Village]

Yeondu had eventually become the village chief of Danbok Village. The warm sunlight of Hyangdo County rippled through the curtains. Boksuni, who had finished eating and was rubbing against Yeondu’s feet, panted and smiled.

As the beautiful scenery of Hyangdo County gradually moved away, Yeondu’s narration flowed out.

-The process of each other becoming us. In the place where you and I are bound together, I finally.

With a rustling sound, the title appeared once more.

And the part “없” was underlined in red, just like a typo indicator in a Korean word processor. A blinking cursor positioned itself next to it.

Soon with clicking sounds, the letters were erased and a new title appeared.

With heartwarming harmonica music, the names of actors and production staff appeared in small subtitles. Finally, the 60-minute one-act drama had ended.

It was then that the office worker’s footsteps stopped. It was the convenience store she always habitually visited.

Ding-.

The office worker who entered the convenience store stared blankly at the four-can 10,000 won beer she habitually bought to take home. Today, somehow, it seemed like she didn’t need to drink.

“Do you need a bag?”

“No. I’m fine.”

Drinking a can of sikhye like Yeondu had in , the office worker headed home. Today she wanted to spend the evening without beer. The office worker fiddled with her cell phone and eventually pressed firmly on the name that read Grandmother.

“Oh, Grandmother-. Work? What work. I just contacted you because I wanted to hear your voice.”

She wanted to live better tomorrow. She felt that way for no reason.

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This was a pork belly restaurant near the MBS Drama Department. So Yesol and all the production staff looked at the screen with pleased smiles.

Since it was a one-part drama, there wasn’t really a wrap party to speak of. It was a modest gathering, but the atmosphere was as good as any other drama.

“Wow-!!!”

“Everyone worked so hard!!!”

Thunderous applause could be heard from tables here and there. Dokgo Gyeol and Dokgo Min, who had somehow ended up joining the wrap party, also clapped. It was a perfect one-part drama in every way.

“Everyone… thank you so much. Our that we all worked together to create… It was so perfect, wasn’t it? Especially our Hyangdo County grandmothers~.”

Director So, who had made a microphone by putting a spoon in a cider bottle, stood up from her seat. Everyone was pleasantly drunk. The actors who played the village grandmothers also laughed boisterously.

“Oh, what did we do! It’s the director who did everything, the director!”

“Right, right~. The director and our daughter did it all~.”

In the midst of that, they hugged Yeoreum tightly as she was casually drinking makgeolli. Despite the short filming period, they seemed to have grown quite fond of her. Yeoreum leaned on the grandmothers’ shoulders and acted cute.

“Now, Yeoreum… say a word too.”

When Director So held out the cider bottle, Yeoreum smiled and took it. Crazy cheers erupted from the sound team.

“Jeong! Yeon! Du!”

“Jeong! Yeon! Du!”

At that reaction, Yeoreum raised her hands up as if encouraging them to do more. The pork belly restaurant filled with voices calling out Jeong Yeondu’s name.

“Though it was a short filming period, the director and all the staff members took such good care of me… it made me greedy to live as Jeong Yeondu for longer.”

It was just a filler show, one that didn’t care much about ratings, just a light experiment by the broadcasting station. was also called that.