Chapter 72

Villain Only Acting 072

Do We Need to Reshoot? (3)

Perhaps because she gained confidence from the praise, Han Seo-hee approached the reshoot of the first day's part with joy.

Since the filming location was the same, it was only necessary for the co-actor to prepare again.

This time, Han Seo-hee got the okay sign on the second take, and Jang Seung-won lavished praise on her.

"Much better than the first day. We'll go with this."

"Really? Thank you."

"It seems you were nervous on the first day because it was your first time acting. It was your first formal shoot, right?"

"Yes, it was my first time."

"Then it's understandable that you were nervous. Still, for a first-timer, you did well on the first day. Today, you were so good that the screen almost burst. Don't be disappointed."

"I won't be disappointed at all. I'm grateful."

Han Seo-hee, who was smiling happily, glanced at Jung Seo-hoon sitting on the other side.

She tried to sneak a quick peek, but he immediately turned his gaze, and their eyes met.

Han Seo-hee quickly averted her eyes and pressed her pounding heart.

The filming continued until late at night.

Although the child actors had no more scenes to shoot today, they stayed on set with their parents until the end.

There were two reasons for this. One was to make a good impression on the PD, and the other was because Kim Sang-hee was on set.

Both were influential figures who would have a significant impact in the drama industry for at least the next ten years, so the parents wanted their children to make a good impression.

Finally, all the filming for the day was done.

"Now, the first episode is 100% complete, and we've shot more than 40% of the second episode."

Jeong Su-ryeon responded with a deliberately exasperated voice.

"Wow, really? How much of a marathon have we been through? It was a real ordeal."

"An ordeal? You haven't seen a real ordeal yet. Want to see what a real ordeal is?"

"PD, please save us. We almost died over the past few days."

The staff, who had been working from morning to late at night without a break, were completely exhausted.

At least the actors only needed to show up for their parts and could go home afterward.

Even Kim Sang-hee only appeared on set for scenes with Jung Seo-hoon.

"Even the writer, who said he finds satisfaction in watching his work take shape, now only shows up occasionally, PD."

"That's because the writer is busy writing a new work."

"Really? He's already working on a new project?"

"The writer's laptop probably has enough completed scripts to fill ten volumes, ready for immediate scheduling."

Jang Seung-won glanced at him, and Kim Sang-hee waved his hand dismissively.

"No, I'm not. What new project during production? That's unprofessional."

"You don't have to feel so burdened. The script you gave us is almost complete. PD Song is just being fussy. You can take on multiple projects."

"Really, I'm not. When I'm not on set, I just watch backlogged dramas and movies at home. I also read some books."

Jang Seung-won looked at the staff again.

The staff's faces and actions were filled with fatigue from the intense schedule over the past few days.

It was a natural result after working from early morning to late at night for over a week without a break.

Jang Seung-won checked the schedule on his calendar app and nodded.

"Alright. I'll give you three days off starting today."

"Wow? Three days? Amazing, amazing."

"Really? Wow, PD, hooray!"

The staff were so happy they were jumping up and down, and Kim Sang-hee looked at Jang Seung-won with a devilish eye.

"PD, you're attaching the statutory holiday to the vacation as if it's a favor? You deliberately kept us working until today, didn't you?"

"Oh, there was a holiday? I didn't know that at all."

"Poor staff. Regular employees get three days off from tomorrow to Monday."

"Haha. They probably don't even know Monday is a substitute holiday."

In this industry, it's about surviving day by day with the mindset of "What's a holiday?"

"Shall we have a dinner party today? It's a perfect day for it."

"No. I need to go home quickly."

"What? You have plans with your family?"

"No. Since we've finished the first episode, I need to start editing. There's no time for a dinner party. I'll give you a card; do you want to take everyone out for dinner, writer?"

Kim Sang-hee glanced at the dozens of staff and quietly shook his head.

"I'll have a small dinner party with just my muses."

"Is that okay? And muses? Have they increased again?"

"Since a couple is one, Han Seo-hee is now temporarily one of my muses. Only while they are a couple."

"Oh, I see. Here's a card."

"Then it would be embezzlement. Seo-hoon, who earns well, will pay."

"Thanks to the writer, Seo-hoon earns 150 million per episode, so it's natural for him to pay."

***

"Seo-hee. Do you want to have dinner with me and Mr. Lee Do-geun?"

"Huh? No, I'm fine..."

As Han Seo-hee was about to decline, the manager quickly intervened.

"Oh, thank you for the invitation. Are we moving right away? Should we pick up the writer in our car?"

"No. I'll go in my car. Oh, right."

Kim Sang-hee naturally took out his phone and made a call.

Han Seo-hee, who was slightly reluctant, perked up her ears.

"Seo-hoon, you said you'd treat us to a big meal, right? I'm giving you the chance to keep that promise today. Yes, I'll send you the location via text. By the way, be prepared to pay for a few more actors."

After finishing the call, Kim Sang-hee turned to Han Seo-hee and smiled.

Han Seo-hee awkwardly avoided his gaze at the clearly teasing smile.

"Writer, it's not what you think."

"Huh? What did I think?"

"Well, it's just that..."

"Don't worry. I understand, I do."

Kim Sang-hei patted the shoulder of the girl, who was taller than him, and whispered.

"How can you stay calm acting as a couple with such an actor? Both Yu Jeong-a and Chae Ji-hyun struggled with it."

"Huh?"

"I want Jung Seo-hoon to be deeply moved by anyone. Only then can I cast him in a romance lead."

Kim Sang-hee chuckled and turned away, and the manager cautiously asked.

"What did the writer say?"

Han Seo-hee quickly regained her composure and countered instead of answering.

"Manager, the writer said he's doing a romance next?"

"What? No way. Writer Kim Sang-hee doesn't touch romances. The kiss scene in 'Illegals' was his first and last."

"Bro! That wasn't a kiss scene! It was just biting and being bitten."

The manager lightly cleared his throat.

"Alright, let's go. This is a chance to make a good impression on the writer. Do well. And don't touch the meat! I'll check the scale as soon as you wake up tomorrow."

***

Lee Do-geun, Kim Sang-hee, and Jung Seo-hoon.

To Han Seo-hee, a current idol high school student, they were formidable giants she dared not even look at.

Although Jung Seo-hoon was a newcomer this year, his acting career was so established that it was impossible to compare.

Despite the luxurious and expensive Korean course meals in front of her, Han Seo-hee had no appetite.

"Do you not like it? Why aren't you eating?"

Jung Seo-hoon, sitting next to her, quietly asked, and Han Seo-hee quickly picked up her chopsticks.

Kim Sang-hee chuckled and said,

"She's an idol. If she doesn't manage her diet, her agency will scold her. She probably got a stern warning from her manager. If she gains 100 grams, she'll have to skip a meal."

"I'm already worried she's too thin. Shouldn't she eat more?"

"Am I that thin?"

Han Seo-hee, slightly alarmed, asked, and Jung Seo-hoon glanced at her slender arm and replied.

"Not really. You're already quite slim, so you could afford to gain a little weight. In my opinion."

"Seo-hoon, you don't watch idols. Camera angles make them look fatter. I think the cameras need to be changed."

Kim Sang-hee tossed in a comment, and Jung Seo-hoon pushed a plate to her.

"Try this. It's my favorite dish here."

Han Seo-hee, remembering the manager's warning, closed her eyes and put the wrap, filled with various ingredients, in her mouth.

"Wow, it's really delicious. You like this the most?"

"Yes, is it good?"

As the atmosphere between the two warmed up, Kim Sang-hee watched them like a child observing baby chicks.

Lee Do-geun looked at the three of them alternately and smiled silently.

"Writer Kim."

"Yes, sir."

"When do I die?"

"You'll be lively until the Jeongnan incident, so don