“Well, my body says no, but my heart wants to help. It seems like I’ve received too much from PD Jung. Shall I go right away, then?”
Responding to PD Jung’s continuous expressions of gratitude with continuous assurances, I gripped the mouse with one hand. Then, I immediately turned off the scene in the movie where a snowstorm was about to hit hard.
“Now, it’s time for the Hot Entertainment News Top Ten. From now on, I’ll bring you the big and small news in the entertainment industry that happened this week.”
Seated in front of one of the places where square monitors are arranged sparsely, my hands became busy. Having turned on a small window on the monitor where viewers’ messages were flowing in like a mailbox, I selected messages while checking the content of the entertainment news displayed on the large TV above.
A moment later, a reporter with her hair tied in two braids delivered the news of the famous actress pregnant with triplets, uttering the phrase that viewers were probably eagerly anticipating by now.
“[Starting now, we wish actress Im Aerim a safe delivery. If viewers could leave comments on the program board suggesting names that would suit the triplets who will be born soon, we plan to give prizes through a draw. We hope for your active participation!]”
Im Aerim, the actress who recently showcased tearful acting in a historical drama and left my tear ducts dried up. Watching the news about her, I quickly got busy as soon as I heard the reporter say, “Please leave comments.”
Viewers’ witty comments, written with more flair than the writers, started running like sausages. After much consideration, I chose a name proposed by one viewer. All the names the viewer selected for the triplets were foreign, and that was [Cham. Soon. Han].
I wrote down the phone number of the viewer who had just suggested the name behind the cue sheet. It was a small prize, but I hoped it would be a warm gift for the recipient.
With the first question over, it was a moment of light-heartedness. I raised my head, waiting for the next news from the reporter with the uniquely fitting double braids. Soon, her bright face began to fill the screen.
“Now, this time, we have someone who has been receiving a lot of love from Koreans lately, too much love. It’s the news that Director Kim Joon has been appointed as a new advisory board member for the Busan International Film Festival, making him the first-generation overseas Korean to receive this honor. We will now show you the fresh interview video we brought from the scene yesterday.”
From the moment the name Kim Joon was called in the screen, a throbbing sensation began to spread in my chest.
As if unaware of the state of my heart, the TV placed in front hastily started featuring Jun’s face. My hand, looking at the screen, swayed roughly towards my chest, as if begging him to calm down.
The sight of Jun spending time in a place I haven’t seen, in a strange space without me.
Jun was neatly dressed in a navy blue suit for the first time. Perhaps uncomfortable in the low chair due to his long legs, he adjusted his posture several times, and it looked cute. Forgetting that he was working, I murmured while watching Jun on the screen until my cheeks became slightly red. Then, belatedly realizing, I tapped my cheeks with both hands, barely calming down. Although the CG staff sitting next to me gave me a fleeting glance, I maintained a poker face as if I didn’t notice.
In the screen, it seemed like the interview was about to start. A reporter, wearing a sky-blue dress that clung closely to her body, appeared, displaying a charming gait. Then, unnecessarily close to Jun, she sat down, even bringing the chair that had been set up closer to Jun.
Furthermore, with a lovely smile and Jun leaning in to listen to her words, a senseless fluttering occurred in one part of my chest.
Although I understood in my head that Jun was just working hard, the gnawing feeling that perhaps only I couldn’t see that lovely smile persisted in my mind, continually reaching out.
If he had just smiled once, but he smiled again. You don’t need to smile there.
At that moment, just before the reporter with an unnecessarily good figure went into the interview in earnest, she suddenly started complimenting Jun’s appearance. In a seemingly out-of-place manner.
“Oh, we invited Director Kim Jun, but could it be that someone else came by mistake?”
“What?”
Jun, looking surprised, raised his eyebrows and stared at the reporter. Seeing that expression that always came out when he was surprised, I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh.
“It seems I made a mistake, thinking you were not Director but actor Kim Jun. How can you be so tall and have such good proportions? Your face is like a sculpture; I was in doubt whether you were talking about an art piece or a person until you spoke.”
“Ah…”
Jun, looking momentarily surprised, responded with a faint smile without saying much. Even at a glance, it seemed uncomfortable for Jun in that position. It would have been polite to express gratitude at least.
Well, you probably don’t even know that you’re handsome. No, or maybe you just have no interest.
The reporter consistently tried to lead a cheerful atmosphere and engaged in small talk. In the midst of exchanging a few words like a shuttlecock, the reporter started throwing a question that grabbed my ears to the TV before an interview started.
“But strangely, when Director Kim Jun released his debut film ‘the train,’ he used a director’s name instead of his real name. ‘Matsu.’ However, we found out that he is Korean by nationality and has a Korean name. Even after searching through various interviews, you have never clearly explained the meaning of the director’s name. Could you kindly tell us what significance you assigned to the director’s name right now, if it’s not too much to ask?”
Jun pressed his lips tightly as if stealing them for a moment. After that, an awkward five seconds or so of silence ensued. Soon, pushing aside the silence, Jun, with difficulty, opened his mouth.
“Well…”
When scheming men desperately battle for her favor in the male harem
This one’s also on my reread list! The rivalry, scheming between the men in the imperial harem are just as intense and thrilling as in classic palace drama novels, where concubines fight to the death. Give it a read, girls! I promise you won’t be disappointed.
Synopsis:
“I am not worthy of her… but I still want to be by her side, even if only as a loyal dog…”
Those were the painful whispers of Yue Guanyi – the proud Crown Prince of the Great Qi, who was torn between deep love and a guilty conscience. Despite holding the supreme power of the Imperial Guard, he still could not forget the dark past when he was sold into a brothel.
Fate played a cruel twist when Qiu Shuzhi – a young female official who had just passed the imperial examinations with top honors – stepped into his life. She did not know that she was the one who had saved him from a tragic fate many years ago. And now, her heart was the target of pursuit for both Yue Guanyi and the powerful Empress Dowager Qin Qing.
While Yue Guanyi only dared to silently care for and protect the one he loved from afar, the Empress Dowager Qin Qing openly expressed his feelings and did not hesitate to take advantage of his power to approach Qiu Shuzhi. The covert struggle between the two most powerful forces in the imperial court began…
Trigger warning: All men in this novel are yandere style.
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