290 - History 5

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At famous producer Joseph's simple answer, caddy Megan's frown narrowed even further.

"It's hard to understand."

Because Joseph only gave questionable answers from one to ten. And that's not what Megan liked about her. Because Joseph Felton was always like that. He only knows himself and does not give any hints to others.

"Can you explain it in an easy-to-understand way?"

Giant Joseph shrugged his shoulders.

"well. "Just as you have a relationship with Kang Woo-jin, I also have a separate relationship with him."

"······"

"Are you scared?"

"That can't be right."

Megan clears her throat. Joseph, with a smile on his face, muttered softly.

"You will find out naturally later."

Megan let out a short sigh.

"Okay."

The topic of conversation quickly changed.

"Then how did the conversation go with the film company? Something must have been agreed upon in advance. "I was told that I would use any actor regardless of country, but it's easy to change your words if the investment has already been made."

"It's always a reward."

"Do you think Asian actors can do it too?"

Joseph's smile deepened as he stroked his chin.

"I told you, right? I was looking for a piece that would fit well. Megan, don't worry about anything else and just take it easy. But there are definitely limits in reality. For example, we know Kang Woo-jin, but people in this huge Hollywood don't know him."

"······I guess the reason is to hire unproven Korean actors to play the main and supporting roles."

"It's close to impossible."

"hmm. "It's difficult."

Megan's serious mind seemed to be filled with Kang Woo-jin for some reason. This may be because Woojin's performance was so great. Joseph, who knew this, tapped her on the shoulder.

"But if he crashes at Cannes this year, it will be a different story. As a newcomer, it may be difficult to win an award, but if you show overwhelming acting skills at Cannes, it will be easy to persuade you. For now, let's do what we do professionally and look forward to Cannes."

He showed his thumb.

"Kang Woo-jin, he will definitely show something."

Early afternoon of the same day, Korea. Jeonju.

It was a 'leech' scene where the heat of filming grew hotter as time went by. Somehow, this one reached the end of the rope. Therefore, more than a hundred staff members, actors' team members, actors who had already finished filming their parts, reporters, and countless other 'leeches' officials stared at the two actors.

Kang Woo-jin and Jin Jae-jun.

The two were reshooting several times near the end of the scene. It wasn't because there was a problem. There was a slight delay because director Ang Bok was filming each character and background in short bursts.

Currently, the two actors were outside the filming zone.

Jin Jae-jun was touching up his makeup, and Kang Woo-jin was taking a bottle of bottled water handed to him by Han Ye-jeong. Although his expression was indifferent, he was feeling a little distressed on the inside.

'Huh, it's tough. But for some reason, I want to end today in this way.'

Because of the hectic filming, the frequency of entering sub-space has decreased significantly today. But today, I wanted to continue this heavy feeling until the end.

reason?

It's not accurate. Maybe it's just a whim.

About this way.

"Stand by! Standby!"

The assistant director who received instructions from director Ga-bok Ang shouted. Then, Kang Woo-jin moved first. Then, director Gabok Ang called him in front of the monitor.

"Woojin."

What's funny is that he just raised his thumb without giving any direction. what? Woojin reacted calmly, but inside he was a little embarrassed. Well, this was veteran coach Ahn Ga-bok's own support.

Anyway, Kang Woo-jin walked. The destination is inside the set.

A camera hung on a small crane and on the shoulders of members of the filming team captures Woojin. His face was extremely hard.

Kang Woo-jin stopped.

Boom mics, lights and reflectors were erected around the set.

Kang Woo-jin took a small breath.

Jin Jae-jun, who finished fixing his makeup, entered the set where Woo-jin was. The interior of their set was a luxurious office. To be exact, it was the office of the vice president of 'Yoon Ja-ho', played by Jin Jae-jun. An expensive-looking brown leather five-seater sofa was placed, and there were many documents on the large office desk. On the walls, various paintings that decorate the vice president's office are visible.

Kang Woo-jin gave an order.

Naturally, it was 'Park Ha-seong' that Woojin, who was looking through the set, called. The current filming sequence is the last, but the scene was around the mid to late part of 'Leech'. So Park Ha-seong's core was moderately stained. Although he was not aware that he had Ripley Syndrome, he had faded and changed considerably.

We have already crossed the line and cut the line.

Park Ha-seong spread through Woojin's blood vessels and spread throughout his body.

"······"

In no time. Subtle emotions bloom in Kang Woo-jin's heart. It is not desire or greed. It's not something you crave. It wasn't stolen.

'Mine, mine.'

Close to establishment. His brain had already lost the ability to recognize his foreign self. It was definite and certain. I exist in this world and have assimilated it. It's not your world.

It's our world.

It was at this time.

"high-"

Director Anga Bok's signature was heard through the loudspeaker. At the same time, Woojin did not stop at raising 'Park Ha-seong' but also did additional work. It was also something that was originally seen a little during the filming of 'Leech'. 'Freedom of role'.

"action."

With the permission to go wild, the filth that spread in Woojin's chest became even stronger. The lies that come out of my mouth and the actions that my body shows are all true.

'What was my past like? I don't remember. No, maybe there wasn't. 'Because I have always existed here.'

After cutting out the long film of life, the fragments of the present became everything for Park Ha-seong.

-Sigh.

Kang Woo-jin, whose face is somewhere between Mudun and Free, entered the vice president's office. Two cameras film next to and in front of him. Kang Woo-jin or Park Ha-seong looking around the spacious vice president's office.

"hmm-"

And then, very easily, it breaks the mold of a 'leech'. In the original scenario, Woojin would have had to sit down on the sofa right away. However, the current Kang Woo-jin has added actions such as pursing his lips and touching the top of the office desk or breathing in the overall air of the vice president's office.

"Hu-hu-hu."

Now, Kang Woo-jin keeps the 'Leech' scenario at its core, but he doesn't hesitate to move as he pleases. Because he doesn't need to be trapped in a scenario. However, it was not excessive or unnecessary. The degree of freedom that Woojin shows now has made Park Ha-sung's color several times darker.

Director Anga Bok, who was stuck on the monitor, whetted his appetite.

'Touch anything and even breathe air. The mentality of wanting to have everything and the actions without hesitation are three-dimensional compared to the beginning, yes – that's exactly what I thought of Park Ha-seong.'

Actors such as Shin Shim-ho and Oh Hee-ryeong, who had already read the script, could not take their eyes off it.

'Each movement is light… but the expression on the face is deep. It's almost disgusting.'

'His acting has improved recently. Could it be a little more delicate? Creativity also stands out.'

Kang Woo-jin, who was taking deep breaths, coughed a few times.

"It sucks."

This was because the air in the vice president's office had a thick cigarette taste. The scent from the diffuser and the scent of cigarettes were mixed together to create an uncomfortable odor.

But Park Ha-seong laughed.

The camera was held close to his face.

"It's not bad, it's similar to me so I'm attached to it."

The current mixed scent was not unfamiliar. It was just comfortable. It was worth it. Although Kang Woo-jin did not realize it, he was expressing that the smell mixed with the smell was similar to his own situation. Great actor Shin Shim-ho immediately understood the true meaning of Woojin's acting.

'······Their world is scent and my world is gunnae. The foul smell of the two mixed together is Park Ha-sung's current scent. 'It's so fucking detailed.'

Around here.

"Cut."

Director Gabok Ang hung up. Of course, it's not NG. The same scene was repeated several times. Kang Woo-jin's acting was impressive.

"Let's just stick with the girl Bast and let's go."

"Yes, director."

The purpose was to change the viewing angle.

Next scene.

Woojin or Park Ha-seong sat on the five-person sofa. Suddenly, a faint smile appeared on his face. He swept the armrest of the sofa. It feels good. The corners of his mouth rose even further.

-Rat!

Suddenly, the vice president's office opened and Ja-ho Yoon came in in a full suit. His face is full of irritation. The camera captured the two in two shots, and Yoon Ja-ho glanced at Park Ha-seong sitting on the sofa and gritted his molars.

The anger gets stronger.

"That fucking thing…"

He wanted to twist his hair, but Yun Ja-ho held back. Because it reminded me of her mother's face. love? No, it wasn't love. It was a desire for power. It would be difficult for her to get out of her mother's eyes, and that idiot was deplorably loved by her mother.

Ja-ho Yoon is excited, Ha-seong Park is calm.

The temperature difference between the two was clearly captured on camera. Ja-ho Yun loosened his tight tie and picked up the cigarette pack on the desk.

-Sigh.

Exhaling a long puff of cigarette smoke, Ja-ho Yoon walked to the five-seater sofa.

The one glaring at Park Ha-seong, who was sitting quietly on the sofa. Jin Jae-jun or Yoon Ja-ho press their buttocks against the armrest of the head seat of the five-seater sofa.

"Whoa-"

He spoke to Kang Woo-jin through cigarette smoke. The tone of voice is full of coldness.

"You, huh? You. "Then you die."

It was a threat that was an appropriate mixture of nervousness and anger. I am quietly observing. No, it's clearly about looking at the mother behind that guy.

But you must not lose your authority.

On the other hand, Park Ha-seong quietly looks at Yoon Ja-ho. No, there is no change in Kang Woo-jin's expression. That faint smile made Yun Ja-ho boil even more.

"Stop laughing before you stuff a cigarette in your mouth."

"brother."

"What the fuck! what? brother??!"

Yoon Ja-ho threw the cigarette he was putting away at Park Ha-seong's torso. A smoking cigarette fell to the floor, and Park Ha-seong or Woo-jin covered their noses with their hands as the lingering scent hit their faces. And then I looked up at Jin Jae-jun again.

"Why are you so wary of me?"

Jin Jae-jun, who put a new cigarette in his mouth again, answered by chewing on the cigarette filter.

"Are you wary of people like you? "It turned properly."

"Ah, is that so? "I think I know."

Kang Woo-jin woke up. This too was different from the scenario. Normally, he would sit on the sofa and mutter, without stopping, 'Because my mother only listens to me.' But Woojin looked at Jin Jaejun with his brow furrowed.

"My mother."

A space in the dialogue was added. It was about playing freely. While maintaining the foundation of 'Park Ha-seong'. Woojin, who paused for a moment, left the sofa and spoke quietly.

"Because you only listen to what I say."

"······what?"

Kang Woo-jin walked into the vice president's office, leaving behind Jin Jae-jun's question. It's truly free. Although it followed the script, Park Ha-seong also did it his own way.

The camera follows him.

Woojin looked out the window with a face somewhere between a smile and a sneer.

"Ah, isn't it?"

Then.

-Sigh.

Woojin muttered softly and turned his head to the left. Among the various props on the shelf, a medium-sized picture frame caught my eye. It was a family photo. His mother, Ja-ho Yoon behind him, and Chairman Jeong-bae Yoon. It's a family photo with everyone present.

The only thing missing was one person.

"My mother could only listen to me."

The original LAN is cut here. That was literally the case. But Director Anga Bok is staring at the monitor.

"······"

I didn't open my mouth. Instead, I swallowed hard. What does that guy, that monster have in mind? The accent and rhythm changed, but the lines were the same. However, Woojin's movements were not in the scenario and showed some intention. Everyone on set looked at Kang Woo-jin and Director Ang Bok stared at the monitor.

At this time.

-Suuuuu.

Kang Woo-jin, who was looking at Jin Jae-jun, once again turned his gaze to the family photo frame. Then she slowly, very subtly moved her face. The camera director noticed Woojin's movements and took a picture from the back of his head.

It was visible soon.

"This is okay."

Kang Woo-jin in a glass family photo frame. No, Park Ha-sung's face is slowly filling up.

The camera director's eyes widened and he filled the picture frame at once. Park Ha-seong or Woojin's face, with slightly curved corners of the mouth, is reflected in the family photo frame.

At this time, director Gabok Ang gave his signature.

Before he knew it, he was smiling a wrinkled smile. There was joy in the dilated pupils. Kang Woo-jin's ad-lib.

"······Big, cut."

The one just now was perfect as the last scene to be filmed in 'Leech'.

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