Chapter 41
Chapter 41
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 41
Chapter Title: The Embarrassing Coffee Truck
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“Haah….”
I let out a deep sigh.
‘I have no idea why he sent something like this.’
What he’d sent to the set was none other than a coffee truck. If it had just been a regular coffee truck, I would’ve been grateful, but….
‘This is way too much.’
Giant posters covered the area around the coffee truck, all featuring secretly taken photos of me by Senior Kang Su-ho.
And there were pamphlets hanging up with embarrassingly cheesy text printed on them.
[Newbie Actor Lee Jun-seo, Fighting!]
I’d received plenty of food trucks and coffee trucks in my past life, but nothing had ever made my face burn with embarrassment like this.
‘And what’s with that shiny glitter effect?’
Just look at everyone’s reactions right now.
They were all giggling and pointing at my sparkling, over-the-top posters.
“Wow, you can really feel how much Actor Kang Su-ho cares about his junior.”
“Hahaha! How embarrassed is he trying to make him with these photos?”
“Still, he’s seriously handsome. Should I try to snag one of those posters later? Ask Lee Jun-seo for one?”
“Nah, that’d be too much.”
“But still….”
“You’re weird. He’s definitely handsome, but that’s too flashy to hang up at home.”
The staffers chattering away behind me, oblivious to my presence.
I cleared my throat with a cough.
“Ahem!”
They whipped their heads around, eyes widening, then glanced around nervously and scattered.
“Oh! Actor Lee Jun-seo! Hello!”
The ajumma inside the coffee truck spotted me while drawing drinks and called out.
She must have had a hard time setting up alone.
She wiped the sweat from her forehead but kept smiling.
“What would you like, Jun-seo-ssi?”
“An orange juice for me, please.”
“Here you go.”
I took the drink that came out right away and smiled brightly.
“Thank you. Have a good day.”
“You too, Jun-seo-ssi.”
A few steps later, Kang Su-ho’s words suddenly popped into my head.
‘Almost forgot.’
He was the type to cherish things close to his heart, so even if it was a hassle, I had to follow through on his request. No way could I return the coffee truck now.
I sighed deeply again and pulled out my phone. Taking a photo right in front of those embarrassing pictures felt a bit much, so….
Maybe pose so the most innocuous pamphlet was visible?
As I snapped the photo and uploaded it to StarTalk with a simple tag, comments started pouring in.
- Create a fan cafe right now! We wanna send gifts too!!
- Oppa Kang Su-ho never sends food or coffee trucks even to close friends. What’s their relationship? Don’t tell me!!
- Poop drip. I’ll keep pooping until you post Yu-na pics.
- Why no Yu-na pics today? Thanks to all the pooping, my constipation’s gone.
- Zoom in. Steam on his face. Handsome. AF.
I burst out laughing at the last comment. There were a few weird ones scattered around, but since they were all compliments on my looks, it didn’t feel bad.
And originally, I’d made this account to show off my adorable Yu-na.
So.
The people commenting here were all Yu-na fans.
Of course, I had some fans too.
‘Haven’t been active on StarTalk much lately.’
Responding to the pleas for Yu-na pics, I scrolled through my gallery.
“Hmm, this one’s good.”
They were begging so earnestly….
The moment I posted a recent Neverland photo, comments flooded in.
‘They’re all such funny people.’
A sudden thought wiped the smile from my face. The photo I was looking at now was our first family picture.
I hadn’t said anything until now, but deep down, didn’t Yu-na miss her mom, who’d left the world too soon?
“…Excuse me. Hey!”
Someone tapped my shoulder.
Snapping out of my reverie, I turned my head.
Two young female staffers.
“You don’t look so good….”
“Are you okay?”
I quickly schooled my expression, smiled, and asked.
“How’s the coffee? To your taste?”
They nodded shyly and hesitantly held out a marker.
“Sorry, but could you sign this for us?”
“Huh? Where….”
“Here.”
I flinched at the item she handed me.
A cup holder with a familiar photo attached.
It was a cropped section from the group photo we’d taken on the last day of sitcom filming, when I’d dolled up for the occasion.
‘This guy really….’
We’d all promised not to show it to anyone else, and yet Kang Su-ho had broken that promise. I felt betrayed.
“…Oh, I get it. You can’t. Sorry.”
Her voice shrank.
I quickly composed myself.
“Haha. Of course I can. Signing’s no big deal. Here on this?”
I took the marker and cup holder, scribbled my name messily, and signed.
The next staffer, staring at me with eager eyes right beside her, got the same treatment.
“Here. Want a photo too….”
I felt an intense gaze, stopped mid-sentence, and scanned the surroundings.
“Hmm… must be my imagination?”
“Huh?”
“Oh, photo?”
“It’s fine. Thanks for your hard work!”
I watched their backs as they blushed and hurried off.
They might trip like that….
Sure enough.
Just as I worried, they tripped over a stone curb together.
Ouch. That’s gotta hurt.
I was heading down the crowded hallway after getting a call from the director.
Thud!
My shoulder bumped into a chubby guy in a school uniform. Even though I was careful in the equipment-cluttered hall.
“Shit… Can’t you watch where you’re going?”
The guy who’d deliberately bumped into me rubbed his shoulder. How was it that even after all this time, troublemakers acted the same?
In that case….
My move here was.
“Oh, sorry. My mistake. You okay? Hurt anywhere?”
I overreacted to throw him off, speaking louder than usual to draw eyes.
I patted his shoulder, and he shuddered, stepping back.
He glanced around, clicked his tongue, and turned away.
‘Good. Pest repelled.’
I shrugged, expression neutral, and gave the gathered extras a friendly smile.
Only then did the stares disperse.
“Whew.”
Some people avoid shit out of fear.
‘No, you avoid it because it’s dirty.’
Delayed by the hassle, I hurried to the classroom set.
The staff seemed subdued by Director Han Mun-jin’s booming voice, moving extra carefully.
“Do you know how much this costs? Hey! I told you to watch the floor on set! Did I or didn’t I!”
“…Sorry.”
The staffer getting chewed out had a plainer name tag than the others.
Looked like a temp tag.
A part-time staffer?
‘Seems pretty young.’
I strode up to the director to help the young staffer.
“Director, sorry I’m late.”
“Nah, it’s fine. Camera’s having issues, so we’re waiting anyway.”
“Oh? Good thing. I still need time to memorize lines.”
“Ha! A guy without even a script in hand talks big.”
Was the director’s mood improving?
He sent the pale-faced staffer away, stood from his seat, and looked me straight in the eye.
“We’re checking angles with the backup camera. Go up front and run your blocking first.”
“Got it.”
The scene I was shooting was me rushing out after hearing students from our class were fighting during homeroom.
‘Before that.’
I had to create a moment scolding a student messing around on their phone.
I moved forward, straightening bags on the floor to avoid blocking paths.
“Hey, even if they’re props, don’t just dump them. Hang the bags off to the side.”
“Yees, Teacher.”
“We haven’t even started. What teacher?”
The extras were full of cheeky energy.
I bantered as I moved, stopping in front of the student I’d be acting with today.
“Hey.”
“Oh, hi. Hello.”
Flashy earrings, tons of accessories, and a super tight school uniform like it’d been shortened.
Looks-wise, you’d think she was a delinquent, but her demeanor said otherwise.
Just a shy girl.
“What’re you up to?”
“Watching a Mutube video I saw before.”
“Must be fun?”
“Well…. It’s a rerun of the show with you and Yu-na….”
She was actually watching a broadcast featuring Yu-na and me.
“Hmm. But can you really pull off the delinquent act?”
“Y-Yeah…. I’m actually a trainee actress. I can’t act as well as you, Oppa, but….”
A trainee might not be a real student. I was surprised, but this was a set full of extras.
Agencies could sneak in their trainees.
I’d forgotten that for a second.
Hiding my surprise, I asked her gently.
“So how old are you?”
“I-I’m 23.”
I sighed inwardly in relief. If she were older, my casual speech and treating her like a kid would’ve been a problem.
‘Oh, right. She called me Oppa, so she can’t be much older.’
Feeling foolish, I fanned myself awkwardly.
“If you’re hot, use this.”
The girl next to her handed me a small fan.
“Haha. Thanks.”
After that, I chatted with the other students to pass the time.
“Teacher, my heart hurts. Could this be…. love?”
“Sigh. Cut it out. I don’t like guys. And the camera’s not even rolling. Teacher, my ass.”
“Hahaha!”
“Hey! Over here!”
As we joked around, the director suddenly called me.
“Yeah! Kids, looks like we’re starting soon. Quiet down.”
I hurried over.
“What’s up?”
“Just now, it looked perfect for a popular teacher moment. Gonna tweak the script a bit. So….”
He scribbled new lines over the script with a red pen.
“Here. What do you think?”
He handed me the script covered in red writing. This was basically a full rewrite….
“Shouldn’t we check with the head writer before changing lines this much?”
Was I overthinking?
The director shrugged nonchalantly, chin up.
“It’s fine. She trusts me. Ready to go?”
I skimmed the revised lines.
‘Not hard to memorize.’
The director’s changes definitely improved on my original lines.
A handsome, popular teacher would chat casually and friendly with students.
“Hmm, memorized. Shall we?”
“…Already?”
The director’s eyes widened in shock.
Memorizing changes that fast must’ve hit hard.
“Not a big deal.”
Might come off arrogant.
But it wasn’t for me.