Schedules Schedules Schedules (4)
“Noona, you don’t have to be so careful about it. If other people hear that stuff, they just think it’s a joke.”
“But you actually have that ability.”
“No one would believe it anyway. Even you wouldn’t have believed it if you hadn’t experienced it yourself. Honestly, it’s more exhausting for me that anyone takes it seriously. So don’t stress too much about knowing my secret, noona. It makes me feel bad when I see you worrying.”
“Mm.”
There was no need to be so sensitive about my constitution anymore. Now that I’d maxed out my stats and could fully control it, I could turn it on whenever I wanted and switch it off anytime. Even if word about my body leaked out, there’d be nothing anyone could do with it.
“Is this the movie you booked tickets for? It’s a big one.”
It was a heavily promoted action flick. One good thing about this world was that movie protagonists were mostly women.
Romance is a genre I can’t touch.
The only genre I could somewhat enjoy was action movies, and the censorship on exposure was lax here—women rolled around and leaped about with more than half their breasts on display. This film was no exception.
Movie Synopsis
Trained as a killer from childhood, Yoon Ji-hyun one day realizes her target—a man—looks familiar. In the end, she fails the contract and declares her resignation... Only later does she recall his identity and learns another killer has taken the job. She resolves to save him.
It was a typical plot, but the hype came from a male actor challenging himself with action scenes—a rarity in this world. Men in movies were usually the ones getting rescued by women.
‘I’m not interested in guy action, but I can’t resist a killer female lead.’
The actress playing the killer had an insane body. At 175cm tall, she’d been a fitness trainer before acting.
‘Not as good as our Jua noona’s rack, but still worth looking forward to!’
We’d bought couple seats, making our hands heavy with snacks, and settled into our assigned spots. As the movie time hit, ads blasted across the massive screen. Then it began.
“What do I do!! I wanna make movies too!!!”
Minyeong noona was fired up about the film we’d just seen, her passion for movies spilling out.
“Once the drama wraps, should we poke around the movie scene? Think I could land a casting?”
“What’s noona lacking? You’re prettier than the lead actress, and your acting’s better too.”
“Heehee! But my name recognition’s still low.”
It was wild how in this industry, looks alone didn’t make you a lead. You’d see uglier, worse actors landing starring roles while stunners like her got stuck in supporting parts. Noona was right in the thick of that grind. The drama had gotten her face out there decently, but she wasn’t heavy-hitter enough for a lead yet.
Moving into movies to build a solid career now seemed like a smart play.
“Sounds like a good choice. But isn’t it a bit of a gamble? You’re just starting to get attention—screw up in films, and you could get buried.”
Everyone knew it was smart, but few did it. They’d finally gotten known via dramas, and dipping into movies without knowing their place risked fading away. Courage made it wise; without it, terrifying.
“I toughed it out as an ugly girl determined to act. Fear of being forgotten? That’s been my life. Hell, I never even made that big an impact to begin with. I won’t settle for mediocrity anymore. I lived average my whole life—even with this face now, I refuse to stay average.”
“……”
“Back then, I could blame my looks. No more excuses. If I fail now, it’s my talent or effort lacking. So I have to work harder. Sulking in jealousy like before? That’s embarrassing.”
“…You’re amazing, noona.”
“Hee! Just you wait! Someday we’ll do a movie like this together. You as the lead, me as the lead too.”
Her old dream was becoming an actress who got cast without auditions. Seemed simple, but for her, it was a lifelong maybe. Now she’d ditched it after meeting me, upgrading her dream.
“Starring together in a movie… Sounds cool.”
“How about adding ten-million-ticket actress to that?”
“Uh… Ten million?”
Movies seemed doable, but ten million? Steep. Still, if I willed it, what couldn’t happen?
‘Doubting myself is just whining.’
No one fit “it’s all about mindset” better than me. I took the hand of Minyeong noona, geared up for her new dream, and headed home.
“Wanna drink?”
“Duh! Beer time!”
…I pretended not to notice her sneaking condoms at the convenience store. We’d never used them before, so her suddenly grabbing some screamed “serious career mode.”
‘But I can’t use condoms.’
They’d rip—how to convince her? I grabbed beers and snacks, checked out while pondering.
‘Sigh, that’s not the real issue.’
A bigger mountain loomed unsolved. Without fixing it, sex tonight was off.
‘High chance it’s doomed.’
It’d hit her like thunder. She needed me at least three times a week, right?
I could already picture her reaction—terrifying.
“Noona.”
“Yeah?”
Avoiding her eyes as she went for a bite, I spoke casually.
“I’m heading overseas.”
“Oh, really? Photoshoot or something? Jealous~ I wanna do that. How many days?”
“Not a quick trip. Looks like I’ll be basing activities overseas entirely.”
“……”
“So I’ll be gone a while. Not wrapping in 1-2 weeks.”
“When exactly are you coming back?”
Her sunny face, dreaming of beer then bed, hardened.
‘Fuck, I’m scared.’
Deep breaths. I tried sounding nonchalant.
“Dunno exactly. If activities go well, schedules pile up. If not, just do the planned stuff and return.”
“So if you kill it abroad, you could stay 1-2 years?”
“N-no, not that long. Max 3 months… probably?”
Maybe?
“……”
Gulp.
“……”
Watching her face shift, I knew: we’re screwed. Couldn’t hide my nerves—throat dry as hell. Her nostrils flared wildly. Face flushing red. Tears welling in her eyes.
“Wh-when are you going?”
“Next Tuesday.”
She bowed her head. Silence stretched.
“N-noona?”
“…”
Restless with anxiety, then sobbing started.
“Hic! Sniff… h-hic-hic!”
“Aigoo.”
I grabbed her face, lifted it. Sure enough, tears streaming, sniffling hard. Eyes brimming, she whimpered through sobs.
“How could youuu~! How am I s’posed to live like thiiiis… if you just leave outta nowhere… waaah!!”
Thud thud! Oof! Ugh!
Noona there’s my solar plexus! Tears pouring like a waterfall, she pounded my chest with fists. I couldn’t hide my guilt, pulling her into a tight hug.
…Not to survive or anything.
“Sorry! I should’ve told you sooner, but I couldn’t get the words out.”
“Hic-hic, how’m I s’posed to liiiive! I can’t without youuu… huwaaaang!!”
She cried until my shirt soaked through. Only after ages did the sobs subside. Sighing heavily, she chugged the convenience store beers solo.
Gulp gulp—Kaaaah~!!!
Cans piled one, two. Belly full, bathroom break, then she wobbled close, wasted-faced.
Plop! Boldly plunking her ass on my lap, she glared with glassy eyes.
“Pocket me.”
“Pocket?”
“Take me wiff you.”
“?!”
Stuff her in my pocket and take her?
“No take me. You gone, evvything go boom!!! Total mess!!”
Poking my chest hard. Persistent, hitting spots she’d pummeled before.
‘Ow.’
Drunk, no strength control—her pokes stung bad.
“Wha’ we gonna dooo? Wha’ ’bout meee! Empty! So eeeemptyyyy~!!!!!!”
“Agh! Noona, shh shh! Too loud!”
Neighbors above, below—all hearing. I clamped her mouth, scooped her flailing self up.
Four cans chugged plus half more—wasted for sure.
“Nooo~!!! Kyaaah-mmph-mmph!”
“Shh~ shiiiish~ Neighbors’ll curse us. No yelling.”
Mouth covered, I hustled her to bed. Only one way to calm her now.
“No sleeeep!”
Thrashing on the bed, I pinned her down forcibly.
“Noona, lie comfy. Let’s sleep. Think tomorrow—rest tonight.”
“Nooo!! Can’t sleep!! Don’t go!! If you go, noooo~!!”
Tears stopped? What flipped her switch? Sobbing anew. I was losing it, sweating buckets to soothe her again.
When she finally quieted, her buzz had vanished—embarrassed, puffy eyes darting sheepishly.
“Feeling better?”
“…Mm.”
“Scared me. You got wasted outta nowhere.”
“I-I’m not usually this weak to booze.”
“I know. Theater days, they called you booze whale. Probably ’cause you cried then slammed drinks.”
“I don’t even act out like this normally—what got into me? So embarrassing. Sorry.”
Sobered up, she looked stunned and flustered at her meltdown. But I got it fully.
‘Knew she was obsessed, but this bad? Trusts me more than herself—overseas news flipped her out.’
Her rock suddenly leaving? No wonder. Impressive she snapped back so fast.
“…Don’t know how to kill time without you.”
“Won’t be gone forever. I’ll call every visit. Video chats, texts tons. Not breaking up—just hold on a bit.”
“No, I can’t! I’ll wreck everything. Wh-what if my face reverts? No semen, back to ugly! That nightmare face!!”
“Won’t revert. Misunderstanding.”
“Your semen made me pretty—no semen, back to ugly! Obvious!”
Once-changed face. Couldn’t swear it wouldn’t change back. Her obsession? Partly my doing. Didn’t foresee overseas gigs then.
“So ship your semen? Delivery?”
“…Pardon?”
Her anxiety dredged up that past stunt—trying to stash my cum in a thermos.