The expression in Kang Woo-jin's eyes across from Jin Jae-jun caused him to become frightened without recognizing it. Although some of my strength has been freed, the stare tingles every inch of my body.
This was only a dress rehearsal.
As a result, the knife Kang Woo-jin was wielding was a forgery, and there was no blood where it should have been. The space between the blade and the eyeball was around 3 cm, which was greater than I had anticipated. It had to be put around 1 cm away from the eyeball at first. Woojin's clothing and face are both spotless.
Kang Woo-jin, on the other hand, is doing it in moderation.
Because it's just a basic conversation practice. The issue is that, despite the fact that it is a rehearsal, Jin Jae-jun sees Kang Woo-jin. Only the ideal is unrealistic.
'I see why the director was just staring at the monitor.'
Of fact, Jin Jae-jun poked fun at merely yesterday's beliefs. Despite the fact that he was the focus of attention, it was impossible to take one's sight away from him. The precise execution, fluid movement, and in-depth discourse However, the substance was slightly different today. Something was dragging down Jin Jae-jun as he sat in front of Lee Sang-man, his equal.
'Are humans born with the ability to close their eyes?
The sole distinction between those who acknowledged it and those who did not was this. The snow is thick. Lee Sang-man's eyes were filled with Jin Jae-jun today, not yesterday. "Jeong Seong-hoon," to be precise. Jin Jae-jun is drawn into that scope without recognizing it.
Is that the case?
"······"
Jin Jae-jun, who was completely focused on the ideal, saw a shift in front of his eyes. Things I've seen or things I've seen as 'Jeong Seong-Hoon' overlap like a panorama. The beginning point was Lee Sang-man's feelings.
The abandoned warehouse's light faded.
The scurrying crew vanishes, and guys in black suits enter. just the principles in the middle. He tormented his subordinate, who was tied up in a warehouse corner, by rolling up his shirt sleeves to his forearms. A sashimi knife is used as a weapon.
I'm not sure where the boundary was drawn, but Lee Sang-man hacked into his subordinate's skin extremely gently.
Subordinate screams, Lee Sang-man's slowchuckle, and the odor of blood.
Jeong Seong-hoon's throat had become parched. That's how I felt. His hair stood on end all over his body. Lee Sang-man, who is standing behind him, has blood dripping from his feet. Jeong Seong-hoon was the one who kept watching.
And suddenly there's Lee Sang-man in front of me, his face smeared in blood.
"You have boss eyes, and you are a boss."
He even wore a sashimi knife around his eyeball. Lee Sang-man was a man of gentle insanity. A guy carrying a crude yet nimble weapon
Jeong Seong-hoon, on the other hand, put his life in danger.
Anyway, this abandoned warehouse, my subordinates being sliced with a knife, being sprayed with blood, and this knife are all a ruse to strip me naked. Jeong Seong-hoon resisted the desire to pee. He then shifted his weight. I crossed his knees and relaxed his shoulders, which had been flinching from his tightness.
The poor posture was not conducive to tightrope walking.
"Then stab me," I say, or try some ink.
Jeong Seong-hoon instead focuses his gaze on the adjacent sword; that mad thug has good instincts. There was no other option except to press hard, but Lee Sang-man's smile vanished.
Instead, a look of exhaustion flashed across his face.
"You bastard, spit with your eyes, and curse loudly."
"I'm a salty shit, jjapsae-ra-mae."
"······"
"Let's not make a big deal about failed tests. Gotta do business, business." "Anyway, you'd have had your ass pulled out before you ever met me."
Lee Sang-man pushes his knife from Jeong Seong-hoon's eyeball to the bridge of his nose.
"I even extracted the guts. Your résumé is a piece of cake. You went to school while selling mulberries? Also, your friend is Choi Jun-ho."
Lee Sang-man uses a knife to slash the bridge of Jeong Seong-hoon's nose. His eyes had become like snakes.
"When I look at you in person, I see intelligent eyes." "He may be a rascal, but he's an intellectual scoundrel." "Your oblivious eyes."
"Get out of here; you're fucking sick." "I'll go there personally and fill the Japanese monkeys' assholes."
"Boss Jeong, do you want to live here however you want?"
"You're fucked. What is the point?"
Lee Sang-man yawned and scratched Jeong Seong-hoon's face softly with the knife he'd used to slash the bridge of his nose.
"I don't believe in humans." Believe in the case. "Don't you think doing business needs to be built on trust?"
"······"
"Relax your eyes; I'm going to pull it all down. Tsk, I'm not going to do business with second place, so let's build something entertaining."
"Like how?"
"If you cut up your 'back tummy' and take out all of your internal organs, I'll believe you."
Choi Jun-ho, a drug lord in jail, was Jeong Seong-hoon's successor, and Lee Sang-man advised murdering Choi Jun-ho, who had worked hard to acquire Jeong Seong-hoon's confidence. Jeong Seong-hoon, who was undercover and under investigation, was embarrassed.
Even though he was concerned, he was still a police officer.
Even if he kills Choi Jun-ho, the police will inevitably suspect him. On the contrary, Lee Sang-man's side was difficult.
"But that old drug lord is still alive? Then you are left behind. Neither mice nor birds know, since you performed a prank on me." "Look forward to it; I'll cook sashimi for everyone from your family to the dog you rear."
It was Lee Sang-man, the leader of Busan's main organization, the Sangman faction.
It was evident that many members of the organization would follow in Jeong Seong-hoon's footsteps. Jeong Seong-hoon had to make a choice. First and foremost, he had to survive here.
It was evident that many members of the organization would follow in the footsteps of Jeong Seong-hoon. Jeong Seong-hoon was forced to make a choice. First and foremost, he must survive here. He can then arrive.
"I understand."
"It's clever, as predicted."
Lee Sang-man chuckled and tossed in front of him the sashimi knife that was brushing Jeong Seong-hoon's cheek.
"Take it, and bring your factory the next time I meet you." "You're a professor, right?"
"Yes, there is."
Lee Sang-man, who was already dressed in a suit jacket, waved his hand as he accepted the diamond presented by Jeong Seong-hoon.
"Would you like to see me as a drug lord again?"
For a brief period, Jeong Seong-hoon looked into Sang-man Lee's eyes, which contained a horrific future. Jeong Seong-hoon was unable to speak to him.
At the moment,
"Mr. Jun or Mr. Jaejun?"
The voice of director Kim Do-hee reached top actor Jin Jae-jun, who was looking at Lee Sang-man.
"Jaejun."
Jin Jae-jun only turned his head at this point.
"Certainly, director."
Director Kim Do-hee gives a thumbs up while holding the scenario.
"Haha, it's a rehearsal; aren't you very focused?" "I felt more lively than normal."
"Because I enjoy Kang Woo-jin's acting."
"Yes?" "Even when I relaxed, it remained like this."
"Yes, despite the fact that it was only a practice, I felt nervous without even realizing it. No, I worked really hard on it."
Jin Jae-jun murmured softly and turned away, while Kang Woo-jin, who sat opposite from me, was already calmly examining his clothing with his staff, and Jin Jae-jun, who scowled, laughed.
'What happens now? '
"Drug Dealer" was being filmed for the first time.
'It seemed like it came from a piece of art.'
I was so engrossed in it that I acted that way, despite the fact that it was a rehearsal.
Of course, it all began.
'This is insane. Can I classify that as acting? '
It went beyond Kang Woo-jin's sway.
The same day, at lunchtime. Incheon International Airport is located in South Korea.
an airport that is overcrowded. a place with a lot of traffic, whether you're leaving or entering the nation. Several reporters with cameras were stationed at the airport for whatever reason. They formed a queue at the entry gate, as if they had an appointment. As a result, everyone surrounding them bowed their heads.
In any case, the reporters grumbled as they looked at the clock.
"What are you talking about? It's past time; why didn't you come?"
"I understand. Isn't this false information?"
"No way."
It was about this period.
"come!
One of the reporters yelled, pointing toward the arrivals hall, and there emerged a middle-aged woman in her 60s with her spectacles on the tip of her nose: Akari Takikawa, a well-known Japanese author.
At her appearance, ten reporters were busily pushing their shutters.
-Pababababak!
I yelled at every Japanese word I knew.
"This way!" Please check here!
"Writer!" "What is your motivation for visiting Korea?" "
"Please greet the audience!"
In contrast, writer Akari, who was mixed in with various teams, just waved as she walked by the reporters. There was no specific comment.
One thing was certain, whatever it was.
It was reported that Akari Takikawa, a well-known writer and global personality, had visited Korea.
Then it happened a few tens of minutes later.
Author Akari rushed out of the airport and into a huge vehicle waiting in the parking lot. The amusing thing is
"Writer."
A familiar face was already in the van. It was director Kyotaro, a gray-haired Japanese maestro.
"You arrived sooner than I expected."
Director Kyotaro seemed to get inside the van faster than writer Akari. As the vehicle drove away, author Akari grinned and responded.
"I'm not good at things like press conferences," she says. "Reporters make me nervous."
"Haha, no way should a world-class writer do that."
"Director, did you sneak into the nation using me as a shield?"
"It's not possible." "It merely highlighted the author's attractiveness."
"You seem grumpy."
As she received the itinerary from an agency staffer, writer Akari mumbled softly and asked Director Kyotaro, who sat across from her, again.
"But, director, there was no need to match my timetable from the start, right? Isn't it a little early to submit the screenplay to the Korean actor a few days ago?"
Kyotaro, the director, grinned as if it didn't matter.
"Please spend today together, as I will be departing from the team tomorrow." I need to meet with a Korean distributor and am looking for a location. "I also investigated the incident in Korea involving actor Kang Woo-jin."
"You appear ecstatic."
"I'd want to meet you soon, but you'll have to wait; we're not going to meet right away." "Of course, the writer likes actor Kang Woo-jin."
Director Kyotaro is the general director; however, writer Akari had enough ability to substitute one or two performers. No, it was so powerful that it overthrew the work. She shrugged her shoulders and grinned.
"That's the way it is because if you don't like it, it's difficult."
"I'm confident you'll be avaricious."
Kyotaro, the director, appears to be flushed. It was a fresh look from one of Japan's most renowned directors. At least, that's how it appeared to writer Akari. How can you be so selfish? Soon after, author Akari crossed her arms and pulled up her spectacles on the point of her nose.
"Can I witness Kang Woo-jin's acting, please, director?"
yes? Of course not. "On the motel television."
"no."
I approached Director Kyotaro with a request.
"Not via television, but through your own eyes."
Afternoon: return to Suncheon
a medium-sized motel near the 'Drug Dealer' set. The performers and crew of "Drug Dealer" were staying at this hotel. Because of the nature of the job, much of the filming took place in rural regions, and this hotel was used the majority of the time when filming on the Suncheon set, so it was a long-term reservation.
As a result, performers appeared often in the hotel lobby and adjacent regions. to the lobby of that hotel.
-Sigh.
Kang Woo-jin entered, flanked by the imposing Jang Soo-hwan. Several folks who had passed Woojin gazed back.
"Oh, who is that guy? He's an actor!" said Hanglyang Assistant Manager Park.
"Huh? Ah!" "Who is Kang Woo-jin?" "
"Oh, Kang Woo-jin?" I took a quick glance, and it appears like I was hit!
"Really? Should we go have a look?"
It wasn't just the customers that looked at Woojin; hotel personnel at the front desk and across the hotel did as well. Filming "Drug Dealer" was already a popular subject among them, and reports had already circulated that Kang Woo-jin had recently joined the cast.
"Wow, Kang Woo-jin, Kang Woo-jin, Kang Woo-jin is here."
"What is the genuine thing?" "Wonderful!
"Is it permissible to snap photographs?"
"Does Kang Woo-jin appear to be superior to Jin Jae-jun?"
"Shh, the team leader is scolding me."
Jang Soo-hwan, who saw the bustle in the foyer, cleared his throat slightly and spoke gently to Kang Woo-jin.
"I believe you should wear a mask, brother."
"why?"
"People are beginning to notice me."
"ah-"
Kang Woo-jin, who had been staring at his phone, only looked around at this point. There aren't many, but there are at least a dozen customers or staff gazing at Woojin. Kang Woo-jin had already gone through this, yet he was still uneasy.
'It feels fantastic, but it's also a little humiliating,' she says.
Whatever it is, Woo-jin appears in his room wearing a mask, and Jang Soo-hwan goes away, having left a message that he will contact him when the time comes. Kang Woo-jin then entered the room and briefly laid down his concept. Woojin's room was small, with only a bed and a little table.
"Well, where did you let me use it alone?" mumbled Woojin, throwing himself onto the bed. He turned around after approximately three minutes and picked up his cell phone. Check in from time to time. "Five o'clock"
It was 5 p.m. at the time. However, filming for 'Drug Dealer' had not yet concluded for the day. We filmed a few cuts from the morning until shortly before, and there were still scenes to be shot, but we ran out of time owing to Jin Jae-jun's filming in the meantime.
Is it about 2 hours long?
Normally, the performers would wait in the car or someplace on site in this situation, but because 'Drug Dealer' filming had separate accommodations, Woojin could relax in his room and walk out when the time was perfect. As a result, he wore the same outfit as 'Lee Sang-man'. suit shirt and pants.
Woojin murmured as he typed his name into a search engine.
"2 hours. Sleep; shall we go to bed?"
Kang Woo-jin, on the other hand, shakes his head. Because he wasn't really weary.
I got some rest by going into sub-space in between takes, and I even slept well last night. So, let's have a look at the work. I had to watch everything whenever I had the opportunity. Woojin then focused his attention on the screenplay and situations that had been put on the tiny table.
"Because 'Drug Dealer' is already in production, it's probably best to see 'Male Friend.'"
Kang Woo-jin had already completed reading the screenplay for episode 1 of the one-act play 'Male Friend,' and he was now listening to the writing for episode 2 that he had just received.
-Palak.
Woojin had been reading the screenplay for more than 30 minutes when he saw something and opened his mouth.
"Oh, this part," I assume. "That surprise song scene."
Just by glancing at the writing, it was evident that the male protagonist would have done better.
"hmm-"
While Kang Woo-jin was pondering about something, he abruptly lifted his index finger and stabbed the black square adjacent to the screenplay for episode 2 of 'Male Friend,' quickly transforming Woojin's reality into a dark subspace, and she turned to find Woojin moving in front of a total of seven white squares
The white square of "male buddy" drew my attention.
[6/Script, Grade A (Title: Male Friend)]
(Season 2), (Season 3), (Season 4)
This is a comprehensive play script. It is feasible to read completely.
The classification was just raised to A, and up to episode 4 is already available. Kang Woo-jin selects episode 2 from among them.
[You choose 6/Script (Title: Boy Friend Episode 2).]
[List those with leadership experience.]
[Han In-ho, Ahn Beom-cheol]
Han In-ho played the male lead in "Male Friend." Woojin is selecting a role at the forefront for the first time. Anyway, Kang Woo-jin picked "Han In-ho," despite his weird countenance.
Soon, a robotic female voice could be heard echoing across subspace.
["Abilities beyond the fundamental standards are recognized; we begin by honing our singing talents.']
End of Expansion (8)