Chapter 77
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 77
Chapter Title: Gotta Handle Business Before I Go
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After the Chuseok holiday ended.
The film Opposite-Sex Friends had surpassed 3 million viewers. Nearly 4 million, in fact. Along with it, Jung Woo-jin had solidly emerged as Chungmuro's blue-chip star.
Kim Min-ji searched "Jung Woo-jin" on a portal site.
[Issue Check] The Melodrama Storm: 'Opposite-Sex Friends' Hits 3 Million Viewers in Just 4 Weeks!
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Jung Woo-jin's Astonishing Rise: From Minor Drama Role to Lead in a 3-Million-Viewer Film...
Articles about Opposite-Sex Friends and Jung Woo-jin were pouring in so frequently it was practically daily.
Even though most of them said the same things, Kim Min-ji read every single one without skipping.
But that wasn't the end of it.
It was because word had gotten out that Jung Woo-jin was making a cameo in the upcoming Inner Beauty.
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[Inner Beauty: 2nd Teaser] Can You Love Someone Even If Their Looks Change?
The first and second trailers had already dropped, but Jung Woo-jin didn't appear in either, which only amplified the curiosity.
Even if it was just a cameo.
"Ah, this wait is killing me. I hope November gets here soon..."
Kim Min-ji, of course, planned to hit the theaters the moment it opened.
Despite his short acting career, he was stacking up successful projects at a rapid pace. Membership in Jung Woo-jin's fan cafe had already blown past 10,000.
YouTube and Instagram shorts were churning out daily compilations of his clips. With endless content to binge, she couldn't help but grin.
"Hehe..."
Having become a die-hard Jung Woo-jin fan, Kim Min-ji lay in bed, looping his videos nonstop.
Before, content had been scarce no matter how hard she looked, but now there was plenty to find.
The Line 2 tour with Im Eun-ha doing live OST performances, his return to her visual radio show to sing, clips from press events and premieres.
The biggest buzz, though, was the Line 2 tour.
They hadn't performed inside the stations themselves but set up nearby for live OST stages.
Starting at 5:30 p.m. to catch the evening rush, crowds flocked to each stop.
It kicked off at City Hall Station. The first show on the stone wall path in front of Deoksugung Palace.
Kim Min-ji had spotted the surprise live stream on YouTube and bolted to the station, but she missed seeing it in person.
Still, she watched the whole thing live on her way there via YouTube.
Street performers weren't uncommon, so passersby didn't pay much mind at first. But the professional-looking camera setup piqued curiosity, and people slowed down.
The setup was simple.
Three chairs, one guitar, a mic, and some sound gear.
"Aren't you getting off work? What are you doing here?"
"Shh, quiet. Let's see what's going on. Looks like a broadcast?"
Right on cue, voices of commuting office workers faintly picked up in the video.
With setup complete on the Deoksugung stone path, Jung Woo-jin and Im Eun-ha appeared.
"Whoa?! That's Jung Woo-jin and Im Eun-ha over there!"
"Who?"
"You don't even watch TV? They're the leads in 'Opposite-Sex Friends.' You have to know Im Eun-ha at least..."
"Sorry..."
"Whatever. Hurry up and follow! It's definitely that promise they made. Let's go check it out!"
With the stone wall at their back, a crowd arched around them.
Im Eun-ha greeted them.
Jung Woo-jin's turn.
"Hello! I'm thrilled to fulfill this promise. Starting from City Hall, we'll do quick OST performances at Dongdaemun History & Culture Park, Wangsimni, Seongsu, Konkuk University, and Jamsil. Please enjoy!"
"Waaaaaaah—!!"
Young office workers cheered loudly, drawing even more commuters.
Im Eun-ha grabbed the mic with a bright smile.
"Wow! Such a hot reaction! Thank you! But our songs are acoustic versions, so you'll know when to quiet down, right? Alright, let's start!"
At her plea, the cheers died down fast. With the guitar melody, the performance began.
The modest crowd of about 300 at City Hall swelled through word-of-mouth at Dongdaemun History Park, Wangsimni, and Seongsu, exploding in size.
Film company staff had to rush in extra hands just to maintain order.
Kim Min-ji missed the first one but chased the rest, catching them all live.
"To think that was really live... What can't he do?"
Communities were in shock.
The pre-release OST video? Easy to post-produce.
So before the Line 2 tour, skeptics abounded.
"Why the hype? Decent singers can hit that quality with post-edits, right?"
"Voice is nice, but why flaunt it? You're ruining his image."
Tech could fix pitch, even tone.
Understandable skepticism.
But once the Line 2 live videos hit YouTube, forums ignited.
"Finally, the editing doubters are gone. Nice. He held back a bit in Fixer from Hell for the villain vibe, but anyone who's seen Opposite-Sex Friends knows his vocal foundation is rock-solid."
"Im Eun-ha slayed Coachella live—no contest. But Jung Woo-jin? How is he that good?"
"Looks, acting, singing. What can't Jung Woo-jin do?"
"Hehe..."
Forums were plastered with praise for Jung Woo-jin. Kim Min-ji lay in bed, giggling like it was all directed at her.
Shilla Hotel, one of Korea's top five-star spots.
A blonde in sunglasses strode confidently across the lobby.
Crop top baring her navel, paired with a dizzyingly short skirt. Provocative festival wear, yet her voluptuous figure pulled it off flawlessly.
Clack-clack.
Each heel strike made her skirt hem sway tantalizingly.
An old gentleman on the sofa, a dad holding his kid, a foreign guy with luggage—all stared entranced at her back.
From their view, she walked too fast.
Then—
The blonde stopped dead, slipped off her sunglasses, and perched them on her head.
Her face revealed at last.
Blue eyes. A blonde white woman.
Red lips, heavy eye makeup, sharp nose.
She swept back her wavy blonde hair and glanced sideways.
"Whoa..."
Her Bond-girl lethal gaze drew a soft gasp from one man.
But she ignored it, pulling her smartphone from her luxury bag.
Bzzz-bzzz.
It vibrated in her hand—an incoming call.
She checked the screen, and her lips curved into a wicked smile.
A bewitching grin.
Even the dignified old man halted, eyes glued to her profile.
Phone to her ear, she parted her red lips.
"Yeah, Woo-hee. How've you been? Me? Just got to the hotel."
Surprisingly fluent Korean from her lips—though with a foreigner's slight clumsiness.
After hooking up in the hotel room.
Han Woo-hee, who usually snuggled right up for more affection, hurried to the mirror instead, like something was up.
"What's the rush? Not even begging for seconds?"
I sidled up behind her as she did her makeup, slipping my hands into her cleavage. I teased her nipples over her bra, tickling gently.
"Ahng..."
Even after sex, I'd kept tormenting them—they were still hypersensitive and erect. Each flick made her waist quiver.
"No idea where you're off to, but gotta handle business first."
I fitted vibrating nipple bands on each one. The pricking sensation from all sides made her let out a small whimper.
"Euk..."
I taped them secure with medical paper tape, then pulled her bra back up. She glanced warily before volunteering info I hadn't even asked for.
"An old friend from overseas is in town. A caddy. We got close doing an extra role in a Hollywood movie."
"Overseas, huh? Interesting."
No firm plans yet, but Hollywood was definitely on the horizon.
My English was near-native now, and Hallyu had lowered barriers.
No sense staying small when bigger markets beckoned.
"Sh-should I... probe a little?"
I chuckled and waved her off.
"Nah. It'll happen naturally when the time's right. No need to force it."
Straight up.
Nothing major conquered domestically yet—no point rushing abroad.