In This Life, I Want an Oscar, Not a Husband - Chapter 94

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This life, I choose The Oscars over a husband.
Chapter 94

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“What do you mean ‘fine’? Your hands are completely shredded!”
Wire isn’t just a simple rope.
It’s made by twisting multiple strands of steel together—touching it with bare hands is no different from pressing your palms down on a floor scattered with shards of glass.
Park Seo-woo was receiving disinfection treatment with a pained expression.
His palms bore wounds that looked as though they’d been slashed repeatedly with a blade—clearly causing him considerable agony.
Today’s shoot had come to an end.
Director Park Chang-sung had decided that continuing filming under these circumstances was impossible.
“Are you alright, Eun-rae? No injuries?”
“Yes, yes.”
My palms were slightly scraped, but it was bearable.
“Just to be safe, get an X-ray done. Stunt performers often sustain injuries without realizing it, and there can be aftereffects like those from a car accident.”
The Martial Arts Director spoke with concern.
“Ah, yes. I’ll do that.”
During filming, there are often actors who handle their own stunts.
Of course, that speaks to their confidence in physical work, but if someone gets injured doing so, it becomes a problem for everyone else involved in this production.
In short, me not getting hurt means I’m not causing trouble for others.
“And Ye-ji… are you alright?”
Park Chang-sung asked with a displeased expression.
This entire incident had occurred because Kang Ye-ji had missed her timing—understandably so.
‘This is the worst.’
According to Hong Jong-ho, Kang Ye-ji had apparently missed her timing while trying to get more screen time for her own shot.
He’d been furious and wanted to confront her immediately, but—
‘It wouldn’t look good if I stepped in directly.’
Kang Ye-ji was indeed at fault, but this was a mistake that happened during the scene. If tensions between the actors escalated over something like this, the director wouldn’t be pleased either.
“Um, my shoulder seems to be hurting a bit.”
Kang Ye-ji touched her shoulder and winced.
“It would have been nice if our timing had matched better. What a shame.”
Kang Ye-ji said this while looking directly at me.
…?
As if I were the one who should apologize.
But it was her who missed the timing, wasn’t it?
“Kang Ye-ji.”
That’s when it happened.
Park Seo-woo, who had disinfected the wound and wrapped it with a simple bandage, approached me.
“Did you not see the cue I gave you clearly?”
“Pardon?”
Park Seo-woo spoke with an expressionless face.
Despite blood seeping heavily through the bandage.
“Your timing was a beat late. So I wondered if perhaps you didn’t catch my cue clearly. I’ll keep that in mind going forward.”
Kang Ye-ji’s face hardened at those words.
Meanwhile, Park Chang-sung let out a hollow laugh.
‘Wow, he’s really going for it.’
Whether intentional or not, Park Seo-woo had directly pointed out that Kang Ye-ji’s timing was off.
Especially since Park Seo-woo had been watching from directly above.
“…Well, somewhat.”
Kang Ye-ji’s face twisted.
“The assistant director should pay more attention going forward.”
‘Huh?’
If she keeps this up, wouldn’t the problem fall on Kang Ye-ji’s side?
Naturally, Park Chang-sung bristled at that remark.
“From what I saw, the assistant director was giving cues just fine, Ye-ji.”
Park Chang-sung was extremely sensitive on the film set.
An injury accident had occurred on his set, and she was making excuses like that?
Kang Ye-ji had just touched Park Chang-sung’s nerve.
“But from my perspective, it was hard to——”
“If you couldn’t see it clearly, you shouldn’t be doing stunts.”
Park Chang-sung spoke decisively.
“Pardon?”
“If an actress can’t catch cues that simple, she’s incapable of performing stunts. Martial Arts Director.”
Park Chang-sung immediately called over the Martial Arts Director.
“From now on, replace Kang Ye-ji with a stunt double for any scene where her face isn’t visible. Every single scene, no matter how small.”
“Pardon? Director——”
“Wouldn’t that be better for Kang Ye-ji’s safety anyway?”
Park Chang-sung looked at Kim Byung-ho, Kang Ye-ji’s Agency Representative.
His gaze was so fierce it seemed to say he’d have her removed if she said another word.
In reality, Park Chang-sung was not a man who backed down.
He’d replaced producers before—what was one rookie actress?
Kim Byung-ho wasn’t someone who’d miss that implication.
He quickly wrapped an arm around Kang Ye-ji’s shoulder and spoke.
“Yes, of course. Thank you for your concern. Let me get Ye-ji to the hospital right away.”
“Representative….”
Kang Ye-ji glared at him, but Kim Byung-ho simply gestured for her to stay put and led her away.
So in the end, Kang Ye-ji’s action sequence was completely cut from the final edit.
I greeted Park Chang-sung and called out to Hong Jong-ho.
“Let’s head to the hospital.”
“Yeah, we should go to the hospital first. Any particular injuries bothering you?”
“Aside from my scraped hands, I’m fine. But….”
I hesitated and turned to look back.
I watched Park Seo-woo leaving the Film Set.
At the same time, I recalled the way he’d looked down at me.
His expression was blank, but—
his gaze had seemed quite urgent.
I asked Hong Jong-ho carefully.
“Will the Assistant Director be taking a taxi?”

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A General Hospital near the Film Set.
“There’s nothing serious. Your muscles are just shocked, so there may be some soreness, but you should recover within one to two weeks. We’ve disinfected the abrasions—you’re good to go.”
As expected, there was nothing major.
I left the Examination Room and looked for Hong Jong-ho.
“You okay? Hey, the Agency Representative called me earlier. He was practically in tears asking if you were alright.”
“Ha ha….”
Moments like this really… well….
he’s like a father figure.
Or maybe not.
I wouldn’t know what typical fathers are like anyway.
“The Assistant Director is getting treated over there—he needed seven stitches.”
“Really?”
I looked toward the Emergency Room curtain Hong Jong-ho was pointing at.
“I should go say hello.”
It’s only right.
If it weren’t for Park Seo-woo, I could have been seriously hurt.
But why does that moment keep coming back to me?
That brief instant when Park Seo-woo looked down at me.
It felt oddly familiar.
Had Park Seo-woo looked at me that way in my past life?

“I thought you were… smarter than this.”

Was that when it happened?
I opened the curtain, my mind drifting to the past.
There stood Park Seo-woo, his left hand wrapped in bandages.
“Director, are you alright?”
“Yes. I’m fine.”
Park Seo-woo gave a brief nod.
“I’m sorry. I’ll cover the hospital bills. Ah, but that doesn’t mean we’re just sweeping this under the rug—maybe next time we could grab a meal together….”
At my words, Park Seo-woo’s expression turned subtle.
“You don’t need to take responsibility for something that wasn’t your fault.”
I still wasn’t used to it.
This way of speaking.

“I don’t understand why you care so much about what others think.”

It was oddly sarcastic, yet somehow comforting at the same time… this manner of his.
“I think you could have gone a bit harder earlier. It was Kang Ye-ji’s mistake, wasn’t it? You could have been seriously injured. Really seriously….”
Park Seo-woo’s expression twisted.
He looked genuinely angry.
It made sense—his hand was crushed because of Kang Ye-ji’s mistake….
“Well, trouble between actors doesn’t benefit anyone, does it? The Director already handled it. I don’t think an apology is absolutely necessary.”
I knew well enough that Kang Ye-ji wasn’t the type to apologize sincerely.
Though right now she was still a newcomer, so it was somewhat restrained. As she aged and gained experience, it would only get worse.
Rather than receiving a hollow apology that would leave a bitter taste, this was better.
“Even a hollow apology… sometimes needs to be received.”
Park Seo-woo said.
As if he’d read my mind.
“To protect yourself. Absolutely.”
At those words, I furrowed my brow.
“For someone saying that….”
I gestured toward Park Seo-woo’s injured hand and opened my mouth.
“Didn’t you not accept an apology either, Director? I thought you should have received one too. From Kim Do-woon and from Kang Ye-ji.”
At those words, Park Seo-woo’s expression went blank for a moment.
“It’s not me who isn’t protecting myself. It’s you, Director.”
“….”
“I’m right, aren’t I?”
I stepped a little closer to Park Seo-woo, whose face was still blank.
In that moment, our eyes met.
‘Oh, isn’t this too close?’
I tried to step back quickly, but Park Seo-woo spoke.
“You’re right.”
Park Seo-woo let out a hollow laugh.
That laugh… somehow tickled something deep in my chest.
Had I ever seen him laugh like that before?
“Then I’ll gladly accept the meal. Please have your agency send me the details. And make it somewhere expensive.”
Wait? The conversation was ending like this?
I chuckled softly and replied.
“Of course. Feel free to contact me directly. I’ll make sure our schedules align.”

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