You're Fucked

You're fucked. In the end, the drama's highlight—the kiss scene—used a body double at Jeong Ha-rin's request.

'She's really that serious about her virginity...'

Jeong Ha-rin was dead set on protecting it, even factoring in the trouble with the director. I watched her dive into filming, lost in thought.

Truth be told, I became Jeong Ha-rin's manager for revenge. Sure, compared to other school bullying victims, I didn't get it that bad.

But still. My humiliating high school days as a pathetic errand boy were all because of her.

'Ooh~, Choco Milk. Took you less than five minutes today? Love seeing that daily improvement~.'

'I trained you a bit, right? Don't I deserve some credit, Ha-rin?'

'Choco Milk's getting praised—why drag yourself into it? Piss off.'

Jeong Ha-rin was the girl at the top of the high school pyramid, with her stunning looks. Every other guy craved her attention. And those immature little shits? They tried to earn it through shows of strength.

In the end, she mostly just had me running errands now and then. But I suffered because of the assholes sucking up to her.

I wanted to see her suffer something similar—the source of it all.

'Should I just force myself on her in full-on beast mode...'

If virginity meant that much to her, I could take it by force, then hit her with the Enemy Reset Mod. No problems after that.

She'd lose that precious purity in the most meaningless way. Wouldn't that be revenge enough?

'...Nah, with Enemy Reset, she might not even care,' like Kim Seon-ha. She brushed off getting fucked by me like it was nothing, just told me to keep my mouth shut.

That wasn't the picture I wanted.

'But without reset, it'd be straight-up rape...'

I needed something else. As I pondered this, watching Jeong Ha-rin's shoot,

"You're Ji-hoon, right? Ha-rin's manager."

"Yeah?"

Kang Do-hyun—the guy from earlier—approached me.

"I was pretty tight with your predecessor, Jang Hyeok-jin."

"Ah... I see."

"So I wanna get along with you too. Cool?"

He extended his hand with a friendly smile. But my gut screamed it was a mask.

'What the hell's this guy's deal...?'

He'd been hovering earlier too. Probably after something from Ha-rin.

I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠shook his hand anyway. And then,

"Truth is... I'm into Ha-rin."

"..."

Kang Do-hyun laid out his real intent right away.

"But she's got walls of steel. I just wanna take her on a date, you know?"

"...If she doesn't want it, shouldn't you back off?"

"Haha, you're right, but I'm a romantic. Gotta chop at a tree I like ten times over."

Coming from a handsome actor's face, it almost sounded convincing.

'Without that face, it'd just be stalker talk.'

Still, wanting to hook up with Ha-rin... but that didn't explain the creepy vibe nagging me.

"You got something you wanna ask me?"

I cut straight to it. Kang Do-hyun looked surprised, then grinned.

"...You're sharp, Ji-hoon. Bet you're great at your job."

"So... what do you want?"

"..."

He went quiet at my follow-up, leaned in close, and whispered so no one else could hear.

"...I wanna make a deal with you, manager."

"..."

My instincts were spot on. Total sleaze under that facade.

"Hey, where'd you go? Shooting's basically done."

"Bathroom break."

"Handle that shit during my shoot next time!"

After my chat with Kang Do-hyun, I called Yoo Hyun-woo briefly and headed back. Jeong Ha-rin, done for the day, snapped at me irritably. Then I drove her back to the officetel.

"Hah~, glad today's schedule wrapped early."

At the officetel, she stretched wearily as she got out of the car. We rode the elevator up together.

And in that elevator, I cautiously asked,

"That Kang Do-hyun actor from earlier?"

"...Why bring him up."

"Just wondered if you're close."

She shot me a playful smirk.

"What, jealous?"

"..."

"Cute, but get real. No interest in that fucker—or you."

"You've got a talent for driving people insane."

"Don't push it. Even hot guys get creepy ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠when they're clingy. Already awkward as fuck living next door."

Yeah, better to hear it from our Yoo section chief than this bitch.

I headed to my door without a word. Then,

"...Hey, Lee Ji-hoon. Early end today, so maybe...?"

Riiiing.

"Ah, yes. Section Chief Yoo."

"..."

Yoo Hyun-woo's call came right on cue. I waved goodbye to Ha-rin and went inside. She glared like I was an idiot, then stormed into her place.

"Still fast as ever."

"Thanks."

Top-tier corp like Hanlim Group—info network on point.

"Let's see..."

I sat at my PC and checked the email.

"Hah... this guy's not just sleazy...?"

I clicked my tongue at Yoo Hyun-woo's report on Kang Do-hyun.

Notorious for scandals already. But anyone could've Googled those.

The real shit was the rest.

'No scandal coverage, but he's tangled with a ton of female celebs...'

Somehow, the files listed women he'd approached, with pics of their private meetups.

And then, some entries caught my eye.

"Suicide...?"

News clippings on dead actresses. Most tormented by hate comments, depressed, then suicide.

All of them? Women who'd rejected Kang Do-hyun's advances.

Weeks to years later, they all offed themselves.

"..."

I pored over the docs, wheels turning. This could be useful.

Then I recalled Kang Do-hyun's pitch.

Blunt offer to me, Ha-rin's manager. He had backup.

Figured even if I snitched to Ha-rin or her agency, it'd be fine.

"Hmm..."

I zeroed in on his "dirt for bad shit."

Kang Do-hyun's plan: Use me as a pawn to snag Ha-rin naturally.

If that flops? Turn her into another suicide statistic.

"Perfect."

I grinned at the scenario in my head. Pulled his business card from my pocket—the one from earlier.

Dialed the number.

Riiiing. Click.

"Hey. Lee Ji-hoon, Ha-rin's manager."

His thrilled voice boomed through speaker. I smirked.

"Nah, turning it down."

"Ha-rin and I are friends first. Can't do shady shit like that."

Silence stretched. Then,

"..."

Click.

'Sleazy prick's so predictable...'

Kang Do-hyun? Actor or not, he'd be a con artist scumbag. Hunts pretty celeb girls like a game. No holds barred.

Can't win the prize? He'd smash it in a rage.

Those suicide files proved it.

So his next move? Obvious.

I stood.

Click. Thud, thud. Press.

Jeong Ha-rin's doorbell.

Her voice crackled through the intercom. Soon, her door cracked open—just enough for her head.

"What... don't try anything ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠funny. Got a gas gun by the door."

"Ah..., straight to it then, Ha-rin."

"...What?"

She glared daggers, confused. I met her eyes flatly.

"You're fucked."