I’m an Unknown Actress, But Everyone Knows Me - Chapter 9

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Episode 9

“Won’t it take about 30 minutes? Please help me out. I missed the beginning of the play.”

Hearing a longer sentence, I could properly hear Myeong Jeha’s distinctive voice.

Myeong Jeha gave his lines appeal with just that voice alone.

‘This is something that all the renowned critics in South Korea have mentioned at least once.’

A low, gentle voice that you’d want to listen to for a long time.

“Help me with the review. Come on? We’re classmates.”

Despite it being a light request, it had a persuasiveness that made it hard to refuse, and….

‘If I get close to Myeong Jeha.’

The materialistic scale in my head appeared again. On one side was Han Yeoreum’s 30 minutes, and on the other side was ten-million-viewer actor Myeong Jeha waving with a smile.

This wasn’t worth considering.

‘The answer comes out ridiculously easily.’

The materialistic scale quickly tilted toward Myeong Jeha.

“Then about 30 minutes is fine.”

Of course, because it’s Myeong Jeha.

Seeing how he caught me when I left everyone else behind,

‘He probably doesn’t plan to focus on department life either.’

Myeong Jeha’s presence in Han Yeoreum’s materialistic scale became even heavier.

Since he’s already debuted, it would be better for expanding connections.

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I sat across from Myeong Jeha at a nearby study cafe and took out my laptop.

“Thank you so much. If it wasn’t for you, Yeoreum, I would have been in big trouble.”

“It’s nothing much.”

It’s the premiere today, but in just a few days, viral news articles and blog posts will go up.

‘The beginning is just the obvious content of a romantic comedy that you and I both know.’

If I can erase a light debt to Myeong Jeha with this, it’s a gain for me.

Since we secured seats in a private room where other people couldn’t see, Myeong Jeha took off his hat without worry and roughly tousled his hair with his hand.

His light wheat-colored hair sparkled under the lighting.

‘Even each strand of hair is different. He really is a celebrity.’

On top of that, the subtle scent of expensive shampoo was perfect.

I could understand why people go on about Myeong Jeha so much.

‘If I have Myeong Jeha as part of my network, wouldn’t I be able to block whatever Do Gyeoul tries?’

He probably knows many directors and writers, plus people who invest based on Myeong Jeha’s name value.

At least there wouldn’t be things like getting pushed out of casting or being fired the day before.

‘Good. Let’s get close.’

I smiled, trying my best to get close to Myeong Jeha.

Myeong Jeha also smiled back while making eye contact.

“I tried to come right after my schedule ended, but something got on my clothes….”

Looking closely, there was a light stain on Myeong Jeha’s shirt.

‘Must be sponsored clothing.’

Seeing how he’s talking with his eyes drooping like that.

I gave Myeong Jeha the kindest advice possible.

“Go to the restroom and wipe it off. If you had cleaned it quickly, it wouldn’t have left a stain.”

“Ah… the restroom was a bit far from the theater. So I just roughly wiped it with wet wipes from the car.”

“What are you talking about? It’s right on the right side of the basement level 1 entrance. You must not have looked properly.”

“I got confused about the directions. I thought it was the first floor. That place isn’t the theater but some kind of office… isn’t it closed?”

He doesn’t seem like it, but he has a stupid side. Is he directionally challenged?

“Idiot. The first floor is also the theater. There’s only one entrance door.”

I laughed lightly and continued typing.

“What was that line in the middle? The three-way confrontation. You think I- what comes next.”

“You think I’m fine with any woman? You? At this rate, you’ll bring all your aunts and claim they’re my girlfriends, won’t you? That one.”

Professor Geum Bitkang really makes even active celebrities diligent.

Myeong Jeha wrote his review meticulously, almost excessively so.

“What was it right before the ending? The line under the streetlight.”

“Being concerned is proof that your heart is leaning toward someone. Rational proof.”

I faithfully answered every line Myeong Jeha asked about. He doesn’t seem to have watched the play properly either.

“But, Yeoreum.”

“Yeah.”

“This is strange….”

Thud.

The sound of Myeong Jeha closing his laptop rang out strangely loud.

What? Is he done writing now? Already?

“It’s a play that premiered today, but you’re reciting the lines like you’ve memorized them all….”

I stopped my typing fingers.

‘…What did Myeong Jeha just… say?’

Silence settled in the private room.

Myeong Jeha spoke as if tossing out the words.

“Like someone who’s been watching only that play for years.”

I, who had really been watching that play for years, stiffened.

‘Did I only watch it? I also sold tickets and performed in minor roles.’

Myeong Jeha spoke casually, but he was demanding an answer right now.

I could see Myeong Jeha staring at me intently from across the table without saying a word.

‘…But I can’t tell him this.’

Of course not. It’s perfect for being treated like a crazy person. There’s no way he’d believe it.

‘And most importantly….’

I felt it instinctively. That I shouldn’t tell him about the regression.

‘This is the only card I have. I absolutely can’t play it.’

Let me think from an ordinary person’s perspective.

‘What should I say at a time like this?’

Nervous, I took a light breath first.

‘The priority is not showing that I’m flustered.’

Let me deliver my lines as naturally as possible.

‘Right. Think of it as acting.’

Script books circulating in this industry is a common thing anyway.

“I just roughly recalled from memory and told you. It’s probably not 100% the same-.”

“No. It’s 100% the same.”

And my once-in-a-lifetime acting didn’t work. Since Myeong Jeha immediately deflected it.

Just as I was about to retort, “How would you know that?”

I made eye contact with Myeong Jeha.

Myeong Jeha was looking at me with a completely different expression from before. That gaze was, how should I put it, like….

“I know that play.”

A predator with prey right in front of it.

His deeply sunken eyes focused on me as if piercing through.

“…Did you get a script book in advance or something?”

“No. How do you think you’d know?”

Myeong Jeha threw the question back at me with a sly smile.

My heart pounded frantically.

‘What? Did they start drama production while staging the play? No. I’ve never heard anything like that… Did someone Myeong Jeha knows write the scenario?’

Countless assumptions swirled through my mind in confusion.

Despite it being a simple question, I couldn’t find a proper answer.

“Yeoreum.”

Myeong Jeha called my name once more.

‘Just moments ago, I thought there couldn’t be a voice as good as Myeong Jeha’s…’

Now it gave me chills. I struggled to act with a calm expression.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

The sound of my heartbeat seemed to echo in my ears.

“You know what?”

“…What.”

“The Blue Art Center, you know.”

Myeong Jeha’s expression brightened cheerfully as he mentioned the name of the theater where we’d watched the play today.

Joy leaked through as if he’d caught me red-handed.

“Right now they’re only using Basement Level 1.”

Thud.

My heart, which had been beating wildly just moments before, plummeted downward.

“Not Ground Floor.”

“….”

“So there are two entrance doors.”

Myeong Jeha’s characteristically precise pronunciation pierced into my ears.

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