Chapter 257: Storm (7)
I Was Mistaken as a Monstrous Genius Actor
Kang Woojinâs current appearance was like this. Hair neatly combed down, white shirt buttoned up to the neck, well-ironed slacks, and shoes. Of course, all were luxury brands and also for filming.
However, the overall impression was that he had dressed appropriately. The makeup was also light.
Such Kang Woojin was standing on the lawn of a giant set, and he heard the murmurs of the staff around him. Whatâs that? Woojin lifted his head, curious.
Kang Woojin instantly realized why the staff had become restless.
âWhat??â
His face remained firm, but he was quite surprised when he saw the foreigners standing at the edge of the set. No, he was slightly taken aback.
âThat giant!!â
It was Joseph Felton, whom he had briefly met in LA. A tall black man, towering as if he could pierce the sky, with a solid upper body. It was unmistakable. Josephâs impression was so strong that he couldnât forget it.
The problem was,
âWhat?? Why is that guy here?â
A famous Hollywood producer suddenly appeared on the set of âLeechâ.
Moreover,
âDid he bring his team along too?â
He wasnât alone. He had brought along several foreigners. At that moment, Woojinâs gaze shifted slightly to the right. A foreign woman, her face hidden under a hat and mask, came into view. Woojin immediately recognized her.
âCrazy? Cara? That woman is Miley Cara, isnât she??!â
Her face was unseen, but the long blonde hair and overall silhouette, especially standing next to Joseph, made it almost certain. Kang Woojinâs mind instantly became a jumble. It was only natural since Joseph, a Hollywood-leading producer, and Cara, a global superstar, had appeared out of nowhere on the âLeechâ set.
Whatâs this? Maybe old man grandpa, no, does Director Ahn Ga-bok know them? Or maybe Sim Han-ho nim?
Or it could be Oh Hee-ryung or other actors. However, Woojin didnât get overly excited. It was due to his habit of maintaining the concept. Thanks to that, he kept a poker face. Around then, Joseph, who noticed Woojinâs gaze, raised his big hand. He gave a small greeting to Kang Woojin, with a smile as a bonus.
On the other hand, Cara didnât particularly move. Maybe it was because of her disguise.
In any case, there were few people on the set who clearly knew the identity of these foreigners. Only Director Ahn Ga-bok or Kang Woojin knew. Hence, the murmuring of the dozens of staff members grew louder.
âWho are those foreigners?â
âI donât know, but they seem- important.â
âIs it something arranged with the director?â
Sensing the atmosphere, Joseph whispered softly in English to Cara standing on his right.
âCara, you feel the atmosphere, right? Make sure not to show your face. If possible, itâs better not to speak.â
Cara, pulling her hat down further, responded in a cold voice.
âI know, Iâm not an idiot.â
âJust emphasizing.â
âStill, Iâll greet Woojin.â
âWell, it seems Kang Woojin has already figured out who we are. Look, he glanced at us for a few seconds and then turned his attention back to the script.â
â······But Woojinâs energy for his hobby and his main job is really different. Heâs unique.â
Their conversation was interrupted by the assistant director. He had received instructions from Director Ahn Ga-bok and ran over. In his hand were staff ID lanyards. Soon, the staff IDs were hung around the necks of all the foreign team members except Joseph and Cara. Only then did the murmuring of the entire âLeechâ staff subside.
They probably perceived them as visitors.
Simultaneously,
âStandby in 3 minutes!!â
The assistant director who handed over the lanyards shouted into the walkie-talkie. Then the staff wrapped up their tasks quickly and withdrew from the filming zone.
On the large lawn, only actor Kang Woojin remained.
â······â
Since it was a solo cut, it was natural. All the cameras were pointed at him. The reflector and lights were the same. The boom mic was also hanging above Woojin. A large camera was mounted on a small crane, indicating plans to shoot from various angles.
In short, the grand first shot of âLeechâ was to begin with Kang Woojin.
Director Ahn Ga-bok, with his head full of short white hair, sat in a place where about four monitors were placed. Around him were some staff members including the scriptwriter. Actors like Sim Han-ho, Oh Hee-ryung, and Han So-jin, who had been waiting in the tent, also came out. It wasnât to celebrate the long-awaited crank-in moment.
â······Acting on set includs the set and movements. How did that kid prepare his acting?â
âI already saw it during the audition, but I should still watch.â
âCome to think of it, I didnât properly see the acting of âPark Ha-seongâ during the audition. âChairman Yoon Jung-baeâ was impressive enough, but······â
They wanted to see Kang Woojinâs âPark Ha-seongâ.
Not related to the counterpart in the small theater and the audition, but to feel the real acting on this properly laid-out set.
At this moment.
âLetâs go.â
Director Ahn Ga-bokâs old voice spread through the loudspeaker. A hundred staff members closed their mouths. Joseph and Cara swallowed as they looked at Woojin in the filming zone.
And then.
âHi- action.â
As soon as the signal was given,
-Swoosh.
The look in Kang Woojinâs eyes instantly changed as he looked at the camera.
At the same time, in Choi Na-naâs studio.
About five people were sitting around the desk in the middle of the living room. Choi Na-na, with a tense face, and PD Song Man-woo, reading a stack of papers seriously. Of course, it was the script. The script for the final episode of âBeneficial Evilâ. Writer Choi Na-na had finished writing it, but there was still the final hurdle left. It was PD Song Man-wooâs confirmation. The production manager and assistant writer were also reading the script.
â······â
Writer Choi Na-na just stared at PD Song Man-woo. Her face looked like her mouth was getting dry. Regardless, PD Song Man-woo checked the script without delay.
-Flip.
Before she knew it, he was on the last page. After checking all the content, PD Song Man-woo put down the thick script. Then he stroked his goatee.
âHmm.â
Writer Choi Na-na, who had pushed up her round glasses, eagerly asked.
âH-how is it??â
Serious PD Song Man-woo looked at her. The interesting part was that a smile gradually spread across his face.
âItâs good, no, itâs amazing, Writer Choi.â
Writer Choi Na-naâs eyes widened suddenly.
âR, really??! Is it really okay?!â
âYeah. Itâs fun. Honestly, I think minor revisions are needed, but thatâs a process every script goes through. I think itâs goot and we can go as is without major changes. What do you all think?â
The surrounding people also gave thumbs up. In other words, it was a pass. Then Writer Choi Na-na covered her face with both hands. Her timid personality showed on the outside.
âHa······Thank goodness. I almost had a heart attack from the tension.â
Goateed PD Song Man-woo laughed heartily.
âThen whatâs the point of writing it? Now youâre a writer whoâs going to go global.â
â···Honestly, it still doesnât feel real.â
âYou donât have to force yourself to think about it. Youâll feel it naturally when it launches.â
With a deepened smile, PD Song Man-woo picked up a pen and started the next task.
âFor now, Iâll mark any parts that are confusing or need revision, so try to adjust them as naturally as possible. And Production Manager, as soon as the writer finishes the revisions, pass the script to Netflix.â
âYes, PD-nim.â
âTell them the script work is done and that weâll speed up the pre-production.â
At this point, Writer Choi Na-na, who had been calming herself with her face covered, suddenly lifted her head.
âOh! PD-nim, how did it go? When I called, you said you were meeting an actor······Did it go well?â
âIt was Hwalin.â
âH, Hwalin??â
âYes. You two, maybe not often, keep in touch occasionally, right?â
âYes, yes! Just to say hello.â
âFor now, I offered casting proposals to Hwalin and Ha Gang-su. No definite answer yet. But thereâs no need to rush. Rather, it would be a bigger problem if we forced it and something went wrong.â
âReally?â
In response, PD Song Man-woo leaned back deeply in his chair and let out a small sigh.
âThe casting format for âBeneficial Evilâ is not typical. Different actors appear in each episode. Compared to a usual mini-series, a lot more actors are involved, but their roles are shorter. Thatâs the difference.â
âIndeed······â
âYou must have heard while assisting Writer Park Eun-mi, right? Pre-production is different from live production; everything has to be perfect before filming starts, and editing is completed before the broadcast begins. So, the quality must be at least twice as high as a mini-series.â
PD Song Man-woo, who was twisting his neck as if he was tired, continued speaking.
âSo, quite a few actors avoid pre-production projects. Moreover, our âBeneficial Evilâ has a great setup but is quite challenging. If it succeeds, it will soar high, but if it fails, it will be a disaster. The impact will be several times stronger than usual. Their image will take a hit. Actors canât help but think about that.â
â······â
âBecause of that, not all the actors on the casting board are eagerly jumping in. Some might avoid it. But itâs okay, honestly, having Kang Woojin in the center is more than enough.â
âThe script itself is driven by the main character â but it might be a bit too much for Woojin to handle alone.â
âNot at all. Woojin will handle it effortlessly. However, we are looking to cast other top actors to distribute the burden.â
PD Song Man-woo asked the production manager.
âHave all the agencies in the country been contacted?â
âYes, a while ago.â
âIs the audition preparation done?â
âNo problems.â
âOkay â Iâll handle the theater groups.â
PD Song Man-woo nodded and then looked again at the worried Writer Choi Na-na.
âA few top actors besides Woojin will be enough. Thatâs for the domestic audience. Anyway, the main audience for âBeneficial Evilâ will be global, and to overseas viewers, top Korean actors will be just as unfamiliar. Theyâll just think, âOh, they are Korean actorsâ.â
At that moment, a meaningful smile spread across PD Song Man-wooâs bearded face.
âThere will be a lot of unknown and rookie actors in âBeneficial Evilâ. Quite a lot.â
Meanwhile, in Jeonju, at the single-family house set of âLeechâ.
Kang Woojin stood alone on the wide lawn. The blood flowing through his body was no longer his own. It was âPark Ha-seongâs. However, the color of the blood was darker than usual. Naturally. Kang Woojin had mastered not only âPark Ha-seongâs life but also its subtleties.
He had gone through the existing roles in âLeechâ.
Their thoughts, views, conflicts, and the world all highlighted âPark Ha-seongâs outline through Kang Woojin. Furthermore, although it was a set, the background of âLeechâ he read (experienced) in the void space added strength.
-Rustle.
The grass trampled under his feet screamed. At the same time, the smell of grass permeated Woojinâs nose. There shouldnât have been any smell. The set grass was artificial. But Woojinâs sense of smell was âPark Ha-seongâs, so he sensed the smell of grass.
Ah- itâs comfortable.
It wasnât the early-stage Park Ha-seong from the scenario. It was him from the mid-stage. Emotions were calm yet sticky. A peculiar thrill started from Woojinâs lower body and penetrated his brain.
This is not the small theater where he auditioned.
Itâs the world of âLeechâ. He didnât need to personally interact with a counterpart. Kang Woojin just needed to enjoy the vastly emphasized âPark Ha-seong.â
There was nothing hindering him.
So Kang Woojin unlocked the door. He could show the real Park Ha-seong, not a restrained version. Now he could act freely. He could cross any lines without worry.
Soon, many things disappeared from the eyes of Kang Woojin and Park Ha-seong.
The visible cameras, the staff, Cara, and Joseph, even the actors who came to watch. Anything unrelated to âLeechâ dispersed like a dream, and soon only the large single-family house remained in Kang Woojinâs eyes.
It was quiet. And eerie.
âThis place is a dead end.â
Whether it was Kang Woojin or Park Ha-seong, it was the same. Especially for Park Ha-seong, this place was no different from a battlefield where his life was at stake. Chairman Yoon Jung-bae held his life in his hands. If their deal went awry, that sly snake-like man would easily take his life.
âWell, itâs fine.â
But that deal was already quite a while ago. Woojin had melted into this vast place. The burden that felt like it belonged to another world had disappeared.
This feels like my home.
â······What is madam doing?â
Woojin, who had been lingering in the lawn, moved his feet. The camera followed behind him. Kang Woojin entered the living room of the single-family house. Here, too, it was quiet. The ticking of the clock echoed loudly.
-Swoosh.
Kang Woojin brushed his hand over the sofa in the living room. Just from the touch, he could tell the leather of this sofa cost at least several thousand. Woojin sat down on the sofa. Unfortunately, he sat in a single-seater.
âThis is excessively soft.â
Muttering, Woojin looked straight ahead. His face appeared on the monitor. It wasnât expressionless. However, it was hard to define it as any specific expression. His lips were slightly upturned, but it was a smile hiding an intention, his eyes were calm yet concealed desire, and his actions were composed but covered a foul purpose.
âThis is my home.â
Itâs mine. Itâs okay to accept it that way. Woojin got up from the sofa and touched the items placed around the living room. A famous painting on the wall, unique small figurines, high-end furniture, and so on.
They could be cherished or destroyed.
This doesnât seem like renting, does it?
âRipley Syndromeâ. Believing in and acting according to oneâs own fabricated reality. Whether it was Kang Woojin or Park Ha-seong, he expressed âRipley Syndromeâ effortlessly, even though it was his first time in front of the camera and he was thrown into the scene suddenly.
At that moment.
-â¬âª
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. A guest had arrived. Hence, Kang Woojin, who was acting as the owner. No, the owner, touched the intercom without hesitation.
âWho is it?â
The camera captured Park Ha-seongâs smile from the side. Such Park Ha-seong opened the door without hesitation. Soon, two middle-aged women entered the living room. They were related to the organization that âYoo Hyun-jiâ was donating to. They looked around the huge house curiously and then asked Kang Woojin, who was standing in front of them.
âOh my, are you the madamâs son?â
âIndeed. I heard she has two sons.â
In response, Kang Woojin. No, Park Ha-seong bowed politely.
âThatâs correct.â
A lie? No. At this moment, he sincerely believed it. That this was his world. His face showed it.
Not a second of hesitation.
Soon, a dignified smile spread across Kang Woojinâs lips, and his posture naturally became upright.
Silence.
â······â
No one opened their mouths. The hundred or so staff members and everyone else just stared at Kang Woojin. About ten seconds later, a familiar old voice erupted throughout the living room.
âCut-â
Soon, Director Ahn Ga-bok, who gave the signal, approached Woojin. By then, Kang Woojin had already shed âPark Ha-seongâ, and Ahn Ga-bokâs wrinkled face, close to him, was mixed with interest and shock.
âItâs different, different from before.â
Director Ahn Ga-bok quietly asked Woojin.
âDuring the audition, you set a standard, right? What was the Park Ha-seong you showed then? Was it just······an appetizer?â
To this, Kang Woojinâs answer was short. It was in a low, cynical tone.
âI didnât do it roughly at that time, I did it moderation.â
And Miley Cara and Joseph were frozen. Among them, Joseph narrowed his brows slightly and inadvertently cursed.
â······What the fuck!â (TL: This line is actually in English, i.e., in the Korean version, this line is in English.)
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