Chapter 33
Chapter 33
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 33
Chapter Title: The Actress's House
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Geum Yuna in her bunny pajamas was cute, sure.
But since I might look like a woman on the outside but was still a man on the inside, this could be considered a slightly dangerous situation.
Just to be safe, I lifted the blanket that was covering me...
'Dinosaur... pajamas...'
It was only natural to change out of street clothes and into pajamas before getting into bed.
But if I had no memory of changing, it was bound to be a little—no, a lot—disconcerting.
"You're awake?"
"...Yes, Senior."
Sensing my movement, Geum Yuna rubbed her eyes and sat up.
As if this were the most natural, everyday thing, without a hint of awkwardness.
If she started asking what happened last night, who changed my clothes, and so on, it would've been peak awkwardness.
"You were bantering in casual speech yesterday, even swearing up a storm."
"M-Me?"
"Kidding. You were surprisingly well-behaved for someone drunk. And incredibly cute."
"...Haha, what a hilarious joke."
"Still, you can't let loose like that in front of guys. Got it?"
"...I'll keep that in mind."
Geum Yuna hopped down from the bed, having toyed with my heart once already.
I followed suit, and since she started straightening the blankets, I quickly stepped in to help.
"It's my first time having a guest over... I didn't have any spare blankets or anything, so we just shared the bed. That okay?"
"It was an honor. Thank you."
"...What do you mean 'honor'?"
I was puzzled why there were no spare blankets but dinosaur pajamas were on hand.
But I didn't make the mistake of voicing it.
Yesterday had been mistake enough—overflowing, in fact.
"We need to nurse that hangover. Sundae gukbap sound good?"
"It's my soul food."
Ever since commoners' food stopped being priced for commoners, it had lost its place as my soul food.
But purely in terms of taste, sundae gukbap still qualified.
Geum Yuna ordered the gukbap with practiced ease.
My mind instinctively flashed to the delivery fee, and it stung.
An actress of Geum Yuna's caliber heading out first thing in the morning for hangover soup at a sundae joint? Unlikely.
Looking at this lavish place, she probably wouldn't bat an eye even if delivery cost five thousand won.
To think I'd be nursing my hangover—the biggest black mark of my life—with the one person who'd been with me from start to finish yesterday.
'...Should I say I have something to do and bolt? But she brought me home and took care of me—maybe I should at least eat before leaving?'
All my experience and wisdom from my past life were useless here.
In my previous life as a true boozehound, nothing like this had ever happened.
Getting blackout drunk was shocking enough, and having someone care for me in that state was even more so.
But the fact that it was Geum Yuna—and not Yoo Jun-seung or Kim Gyu-jin—who'd done it? That was the biggest shock.
Having screwed up this badly in front of a senior from the same drama... How was I supposed to face filming from now on?
I was so mortified I couldn't even look at her. While she placed the order, I fled to the bathroom.
'She could've just dumped me at home or on the front steps—why bring me all the way here...'
I vaguely remembered the two of them supporting me on either side.
But they were gone, and only Geum Yuna remained by my side.
I had no phone or wallet on me. All I could do was desperately hope someone had taken care of them.
"Wanna wash up? I'll leave some clothes and a towel by the door."
"...Please."
For now, a cold shower might calm me down a bit.
Showering at someone else's place for the first time—and at the home of an actress I'd just met yesterday, no less.
Was this really how my life was supposed to go?
After showering, I cracked the door open and grabbed the towel and clothes Geum Yuna had left.
'...?'
Underwear on top? I hadn't even considered that.
A Post-it note was stuck to it.
[It's not what I was wearing, so don't worry. Just unpacked it and washed it.]
She was prepared for this like she'd anticipated it all along.
Feeling grateful, I dried off and slipped on the underwear. But... ouch.
Sssp!
I tensed up and barely managed the hook...
But my breasts overflowed the cups, pressing on the wire. The undersides and sides bulged out.
It went beyond uncomfortable—straight to painful.
'...It hurts.'
I figured it was punishment for my screw-up and endured it.
Thankfully, the panties fit.
I put on the training set—which smelled nice, like it'd already been washed and dried—and headed out.
"By the way... the bra was too small, huh?"
"It's fine."
"Guess so. Makes sense it'd be that size."
"... "
She said it so confidently—did she deliberately pick a small one?
But considering my bust and hips were generous for my frame, it didn't seem malicious.
It was probably her usual size.
Still, I could feel my face flushing.
Did women casually talk about sizes like this with each other?
I asked where the hairdryer was, roughly dried my hair.
Then picked up every stray strand from the floor, erasing all traces.
Of course, I'd already cleared the drain.
Long hair was no joke.
I'd killed as much time as possible washing and drying, but the delivery still hadn't arrived.
Pacing like a lost lamb, I ended up locking eyes with Geum Yuna, who was lounging on the sofa watching TV.
"Come sit. Food'll be here in about five minutes. Oh, your phone and wallet are here."
"Ah, you kept them safe... Thank you."
Reunited with my "babies," I sat beside her, maintaining drill-sergeant sharpness.
She glanced at me and chuckled softly but said nothing.
Just kept watching TV.
It felt like the right moment to bring up yesterday, but she stayed silent.
Not prodding my shame confirmed she really had taken care of me last night.
But I couldn't just stay quiet myself.
"Um..."
"Yeah?"
"I'm really sorry about yesterday."
"Sorry for what?"
Geum Yuna... was she an angel? Pretending nothing happened, like she'd let it slide.
I didn't even know what my blackout drunk self was like.
The agency head would lash out with violence and curses at the drop of a hat.
Others showed raw emotions—violence, depression, you name it.
I knew from experience how tough handling blackout drunks could be.
So her attitude now was incredibly grateful.
CEO Kim Seulgi, the Nomen movie team, Seoul Action School, KS Entertainment, and now Geum Yuna from the drama team.
Everyone I met treated me amazingly well.
The greatest perk of becoming female Jeong Gyeowol? My knack for good connections, for sure.
Ding-dong—
The intercom buzzed. Had to be delivery—no need to check.
I stood, thinking the junior should get it.
"Where you going?"
"Huh? Isn't it the delivery?"
"...Do you always rush out like that for deliveries at home?"
"Uh... I've never ordered delivery to my place..."
With minimum orders and fees, delivery ran about twenty thousand won.
A luxury for someone like me, filling up on three thousand won meals.
Obviously, I'd never ordered in.
"...Good thing. If you ever do at home, ask them to leave it at the door and wait at least two minutes. If the elevator timing's off and someone spots you, your address'll be all over the net in no time. Stalkers aren't just for idols."
"Ah... Sorry. I didn't think of that."
"No need to apologize. You were a regular person until recently, so it's natural."
As a senior actress, she was teaching this junior how to live—and commonsense stuff I'd missed.
We demolished the delivered sundae gukbap.
Then, like a couple, brushed teeth side by side before naturally settling back on the sofa.
Time to figure out how to leave, but I had no idea what to say.
'I'd have to have visited someone else's place before to know...'
Lots of work or errand visits, but never crashing drunk or hanging out.
Not once.
So.
[Executive Manager Kim Gyu-jin]
The incoming call was salvation itself.
-Gyeowol? Head or stomach any better?
-...Yeah, no real hangover, luckily.
-Must be your youth... You drank a ton yesterday, glad you're okay. Memories? All there?
-Mostly, but getting home is spotty...
Everything after Geum Yuna went to the bathroom might as well have vanished.
But admitting that felt like it'd trigger a drinking ban.
I knew my limit now, so I'd moderate... but no way was I going dry.
-I see. Your drunk self was pretty clean—no incidents. Everyone thought you were cute. Still, text the folks whose numbers you have. Greet others in person when you see them.
-Thanks for looking out.
-Sure, rest up.
...?
That was it? Just a check-in?
I'd braced for a company scolding or Action School boot camp.
A call this purely kind? Unprecedented. Disorienting, even.
"...Kim Gyu-jin?"
"Yeah... Just checking if I was okay."
"Nice guy. Born to be a manager. That Jun-seung seems sweet too. Lucky all around."
"Seems so. I've been on a roll lately—everyone I meet is great. Including you, of course, Senior."
"...Flatterer. I'm not that great."
She seemed nicer than Jun-seung or the executive manager, honestly.
But pushing compliments on someone embarrassed was rude.
We spent another hour or so—watching TV? Who knows—before I made my excuse about heading to Action School and slipped out.
I barely talked her out of driving me home and took public transit.
We swapped numbers right before I left.
I texted asking to drop formal speech next time; she agreed readily.
Geum Yuna. The real deal—a free spirit.
Still.
Heading to Action School in this state? Might kill me.
But skipping with a hangover excuse? Action Director Bae Gi-young might kill me.
Stuck in the Action School dilemma—die if I go, die if I don't—I headed home.
In the end, skipping Action School with a vague "not feeling well"—omitting the booze—was my little secret.