She made a cute pout while wrinkling her nose, but Hye-yoon also looked into the screen with a hint of anticipation. Contrary to the expectations of the two women, the sender was Minwoo.

[Hey Hye-yoon, our drama preview. Although the scale of the drama is small, it will start airing from tomorrow, even if I can’t make many appearances. (6:42 PM)]

And soon, a video was attached.

“Looks like Senior Minwoo sent the preview.”

“Oh! There’s a preview too? Let’s watch it together.”

Without putting down her chopsticks, Minju quickly stuck to Hye-yoon’s side. It seemed that the previous passion had shifted to a new topic.

Just as the two sat close together, Hye-yoon’s finger was about to play the preview. At that moment, a new message popped up under the screen.

[Originally, the screen is larger. Everyone’s like that, so don’t feel too strange about it. (6:43 PM)]

Instead of replying, the two nodded and pressed the play button.

The 30-second preview mostly featured Jiho’s appearance. Even though they were referred to as male and female protagonists, in reality, Jiho was virtually the sole protagonist who led the entire drama.
“” was the story of Jongsoo, who changed little by little during the one month spent with Heesoo, growing unconsciously in that short time. Perhaps that’s why Hyeyoon’s appearance in the preview lasted less than 10 seconds.

After the preview ended, Hyeyoon’s face on the screen seemed somewhat serious.

“Minju…”

“Hehe. Yeah.”

Minju could tell why Hyeyoon’s eyebrows were furrowed. She could also sense why her eyes had become a bit puffy with injustice.

“Do I… look chubby like this?”

“Why, you look cute. Hehe. Wow, you really look like a high school student.”

On the screen where the video paused, Minwoo’s final message appeared again. Now that she looked again, what Minwoo had sent wasn’t text but a fluffy cushion. Afraid that she might be surprised and fall over, she might as well fall over on this cushion. A little pain would be fine.

Minwoo was right. It was nice that she appeared taller than in reality, but standing next to Jiho made her short stature obvious. Maybe it was because of her white face without makeup and her hair tied up in a single ponytail, but her face looked round and chubby like a glutinous rice cake.

Of course, Jiho in reality didn’t capture the true essence either. Still, Jiho on the screen looked very handsome.

“But An Jiho… the screen doesn’t capture his real self at all. Those who haven’t seen him in person will never know. I just realized it now.”

As if reading Hyeyoon’s thoughts, Minju’s voice was added. It seemed to please her, as Hyeyoon soon finished her sentence. There was a hint of disappointment in every word.

“Isn’t that right? He looks much cooler in person. It’s sad.”

“Wow… look at her answering without even taking a breath.”

Minju suddenly tilted her head towards Hyeyoon. Although she already seemed to know, she wanted to confirm with her voice.

“Jang Hyeyoon… do you like him?”

“Yeah. I do.”

“Hehe. Oh, I’m jealous.”

With straightforward and unadorned emotions passing between them, both of them couldn’t help but smile.

The next day. The start of a new week was unusually special. This Friday was not only the last day of Hyeyoon’s drama shooting but also the first broadcast day of “.”

Jiho’s shooting schedule in Busan, which had been delayed by a week, was packed until next week, but it was different for Hyeyoon. Even today, the afternoon shooting for four hours was all there was, and there was no shooting at all on Wednesdays. Of course, not having a shoot didn’t mean she spent the morning comfortably.

“…Amazing.”

The preview for “” was listed only for TV broadcasts. Gradually narrowing its ground to TV. The views of the preview released on the internet were approaching 50,000.

Also, unknowingly, with an unknown foreign language attached, it seemed to be traveling around the world. Famous SNS platforms, which were filled with Jiho’s Busan stage greetings throughout the weekend, were now flooded with words like Jang Hyeyoon, “” preview, An Jiho Jang Hyeyoon, and so on.
Under the comments piled up beneath the preview, one clean comment, having cleared away all the leaves, caught Hyeyoon’s eye.

“An Jiho is wasted.” The pointed seven letters added a sting to her heart. So, she was about to close the screen.

[Did you watch the preview? (1:07 PM)]

Jiho’s message, who had just arrived, made her forget everything. The slightly stinging feelings were quickly blown away.

It seemed Jiho had a dinner gathering with the actors who had arrived in Busan yesterday. Spending time with them until morning, attending stage greetings all evening, then going out for dinner until late at night, and starting filming early in the morning. A man who went to such lengths to take care of himself whenever there was a few seconds of free time.

“Sigh…”

She faced the pointed sentences from a while ago again.

“An Jiho is wasted.”

The reason it added a sting was that it was such a relatable comment. Hyeyoon took a deep breath and pressed her thumb at the end of the comment. Someday, when she becomes a woman good enough not to waste him, she promised herself to come back and erase the thumbprint she left.

Hoping that day would come soon.

[Yes. Jiho, do I really look like that? (1:09 PM)]

Rrrr [Dash] Rrrr [Dash]

As soon as she sent a cheerful reply, the screen sparkled with Jiho’s name. In joy, she quickly called out to him.

“Is it lunchtime?”

[Dash] Yeah. But like that? How?

“Wiggly wiggly wiggly wiggly.”

[Dash] Hehe. The screen usually makes me look a bit swollen. It looks pretty to my eyes.

As he spoke with a pleasant voice, saying only pleasant words, the lingering feelings naturally melted away.

“…Alright then. I almost threw a fit for a moment.”

Hyeyoon let out a cute word with a matching little laughter. Jiho quietly captured that laughter in his ears. There was no need to speak to melt his heart.

[Dash] By the way, during the scene today, the writer…

“…Huh?”

Jiho suddenly stopped speaking over the phone. Even after waiting for a while, there was still no sound from the other side of the world.

“…What’s going on? Jiho?”

[Dash] Oh, sorry. I have to hang up. The director is urgently looking for me.

“Yeah. Go quickly.”

[Dash] Okay. Wiggly wiggly, cute Jiho.

“Hehe. See you later.”

Although it was a hastily ended call, it didn’t feel regrettable since she could see him in an hour.

‘But during today’s scene… What was he trying to say?’

Suddenly, she became curious about Jiho’s unfinished words, but she thought it was something she could ask in an hour. A mature and gracious way of postponing curiosity. She could find out in an hour that it wasn’t always a good thing.