Chapter 85
Chapter 85
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 85
Chapter Title: Oh Se-na
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Na Gang-in looked around at the people and asked,
"But did you call 119?"
The group snapped out of it and pulled out their phones.
Director Son Tae-min, whose bleeding had finally stopped and who now had a bit of breathing room, spotted this and exploded in anger.
"What the hell, people! You should've called 119 first thing! Look at all this blood I lost!"
Kim Yu-chan grumbled,
"If Director hadn't shot down that drone with a wine glass, none of this would've happened. Man. Am I hurt anywhere? Nope. I ducked real good, no injuries. Back when I was in the army..."
Lead actress Oh Se-na shrieked,
"Director! Director! Can't you see Na Gang-in got hurt because of you?"
Son Tae-min panicked.
"Huh? What? Gang-in's hurt too?"
"Look at the bandage on his hand! He caught a flying knife with his bare hands!"
"But why catch a knife with your hand..."
"That's how it was!"
To protect Shin Eun-ha while saving Oh Se-na, there'd been no other way. If he'd dodged the blade, Oh Se-na would've died.
Only now did Oh Se-na fully grasp what had happened.
'If he hadn't grabbed that knife, I would've been dead?'
Even if she got lucky and survived, a deep slash to the face would end an actress's career. To her, that was as good as death.
Suddenly, she began trembling.
"I-I really almost died..."
Na Gang-in said,
"It wasn't that bad."
"No, it was definitely..."
"Just a little mishap."
Shin Eun-ha chimed in from the side,
"Yeah, sis. I've escaped collapsing sets and dodged hails of bullets, but it all feels fine after. All good."
"R-really?"
Shin Eun-ha subtly hooked her arm through Na Gang-in's.
"Might have some nightmares, but I've found a fix for that."
The paparazzo scolded his friend.
"Hey, what the hell happened? What exploded up on the roof? You got it with the drone, right? Man, forget that Park reporter now."
An explosion at the celebration party for a film that had broken ten million viewers.
"We've got footage of a blast at a spot packed with all the hottest actors. High-res too. This vid's gonna fetch top dollar. Luck's finally coming my way!"
His friend was shaking.
"Th-the drone..."
"What? Why are you freaking? You didn't screw up and miss it, did you?"
"Th-the drone crashed. Looks like our drone caused that explosion somehow..."
"What? Hey, then what about my footage! My photos!"
"Photos? If that blast was from our drone, we could get arrested!"
The paparazzo realized the reality and rolled his eyes in panic.
"Huh? Wait... it wasn't me. You flew the drone."
"What? You bastard!"
The paparazzo started edging backward.
"Let's bolt first. If we get caught here, you might end up in jail."
"You think I'd go alone? You ordered it—we're in this together, asshole!"
Reporters swarmed outside the building. Then something exploded on the roof, screams echoing down.
The journalists were dying of curiosity. Ignoring prior agreements, they charged the entrance.
"Let us in!"
"Just photos!"
"You know who I am? Wanna see the pen's mighty wrath? Huh? Move!"
Managers for the attending actors had been partying separately on another floor. Some THO Entertainment staff were off doing their own thing.
They all rushed out to block the entrance. Even the reporters who'd initially gotten inside got shoved back by the managers.
The managers yelled,
"Block 'em!"
"Can't let reporters in when we don't even know who caused the accident!"
The managers figured their own actors might be involved, so they desperately held the line.
Moments later, 119 ambulances arrived, local patrol cars right behind.
Paramedics pushed through the reporters.
"Out of the way! We've got patients!"
"Patients" lit a fire in the reporters' eyes.
"Who's hurt?"
"Just the names! Names!"
Reporters trailed the paramedics. Managers and staff let the medics through but tried peeling off the press.
In the midst of the chaos, elevator doors opened. Out walked Director Son Tae-min with the paramedics who'd just treated him upstairs.
"Hey! It's Director Son Tae-min!"
"Look at the bloody bandage on his arm! He's hurt!"
Reporters clamored,
"Director Son! What happened?"
"Fight with the actors?"
"Brawl?"
"Who won?"
Son Tae-min halted and bellowed at them,
"It wasn't a fight!"
Reporters thrust out smartphone recorders.
Son Tae-min raged,
"Some bastard flew a drone right at our ten-million-viewer celebration party!"
He'd shot it down with a wine glass.
"Drone crashed on the roof and exploded!"
"What? Bomb terror?"
Son Tae-min's voice dropped a notch.
"Uh... dunno about that."
"Explosives on the drone?"
"Nah, it hit our fireworks stash and set 'em off. Anyway!"
Drone-slaying Son Tae-min shouted again,
"Catch the guy who flew that drone! He's the culprit!"
Son Tae-min rode an ambulance to the nearest hospital.
After treating his wound, the doctor said,
"Good thing you stopped the bleeding quick. Could've been serious if delayed."
"R-really?"
"Must've had a doctor on site. Stitches are pro-level."
"Uh..."
Son Tae-min recalled that unlicensed medical acts were illegal.
He wasn't sure if this qualified as emergency care. Even if issues arose, he figured lawyers and public opinion could smooth it over.
Still, no need to stir up trouble.
"Y-yeah? Ha, haha."
"Which hospital's doc did it?"
"Well... uh, no meds there, so they sent me here for proper treatment and shots. Ha, haha."
With the drone explosion and injured director, the party was over.
Some actors snapped pics of the chaos and posted to SNS.
A young actor who'd played Na Gang-in's opponent in the film shared a scene photo.
Lead actress Oh Se-na posted a photo too.
Fans mostly took "thanks to you" as a shoutout to them, "heartbreaking" as for bandaged-arm Son Tae-min, and "belly bow" as fan service.
The next day, Oh Se-na appeared on variety show Dice, a pre-scheduled slot the network wouldn't cancel.
Dice involved the host and guests trading celebrity gossip, rolling dice to decide who spoke each round.
Other guests rolled and shared. Oh Se-na did too.
Then the host rolled highest, earning a question pick.
Producer Yun, the show's head, desperately wanted the previous night's party incident aired. Ratings gold, obviously.
The host asked about it.
Oh Se-na started with the party vibe, naturally segueing to the drone crash and fireworks blast.
She didn't hide details. Skipped why it crashed, but eagerly described the aftermath.
Oh Se-na held her hand up like a blade slicing toward her face.
"Boom, knife blade flies right at me, and get this—he catches it barehanded."
"Huh? Barehanded? Who?"
"Our film's martial arts director. Super rare to even see him, but he showed for the ten-million party."
"Hold up. Caught a flying blade—hand okay? Heard only Director Son was seriously hurt."
"He's such a martial arts master, just a light palm cut, grabbed it fine."
"Wow, incredible."
A male guest actor cut in,
"Heard rumors about that martial director. Directed those realistic action scenes, right?"
"Yes, exactly."
The male actor slyly asked,
"But didn't Oh Se-na have no scenes needing his help in that film?"
Oh Se-na's face stiffened briefly, then relaxed.
"No reshoots for me this time, but next film, we could work together."
"Next film? Word is his main gig isn't directing, so booking him's tough."
"Oh, you know? Must be a fan?"
The male actor laughed.
"He helped our drama Blue Sky too. Haha."
He played a key supporting role opposite Lee Bo-ra in Blue Sky.
"Oh, really?"
"Did my stunt double in the bike chase. Coming to set tomorrow—didn't know? Guess you're not close."
"Planning to get close now."
Oh Se-na, face a bit stiff, told Producer Yun,
"Yun PD, when editing, cut from that guy's question to here. All of it. Please. That's rude."
The guest actor apologized on the spot.
But Yun PD hesitated.
'Airing this raw? Viewers would eat it up.'
Na Gang-in showed up at the Blue Sky drama set.
Producer Choi Jin-wook greeted casually,
"Heard there was an accident at that party the other night?"
Na Gang-in sported a large disposable bandage on his left hand.
"Yeah, something like that."
Choi worried,
"Hand okay? If hurt, today's shoot..."
The knife cut had already healed, no scar.
But healing that fast would raise eyebrows, so the bandage faked lingering injury.
"Just a graze, no issue working today."
Shin Eun-ha had been chilling post-film. Fine for CFs or events, but no movies or dramas yet.
She accepted the writer and PD's plea for a minor role here.
Her parts weren't plot-heavy—just a few more fight scenes with Lee Bo-ra.
Today's shoot was one such scene, hence her visit. But she spotted Oh Se-na.
"Sis, why are you here?"
Oh Se-na smiled.
"Brought coffee truck. You?"
"Doing day-manager for Gang-in oppa and cameo. Whose truck for?"
"Martial director Na Gang-in?"
Shin Eun-ha scowled.
"What? This ethics violation?"
Oh Se-na widened her eyes, hand over mouth.
"Oh my. Questioning ethics with your lifesaver? Too much."
Shin Eun-ha never worried about other women near Na Gang-in. She could crush them on looks.
But Oh Se-na changed things.
Oh Se-na was solid actress, but her lead-star status leaned more on stunning beauty.
Irksome enough, but supporting actress Lee Bo-ra joined in.
"Oh, Eun-ha, too harsh. Sis is older than us—think she'd hit on Gang-in oppa like that?"
Oh Se-na whipped her head toward Lee Bo-ra.
'Pulling the age card suddenly?'
She glared.
"Whose side are you on?"
"Me? Gang-in oppa's, obviously?"
Shin Eun-ha's voice sharpened.
"Bo-ra! Why keep calling him oppa? Sort your titles! Last time you tried, got shut down hard!"
"Pfft. We're same age, friends? Oppa to you, oppa to me."
Days later, that day's drama footage aired. The mid-episode action drew praise.
It hit online boards.