Chapter 63
Chapter 63
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 63
Chapter Title: What to Have for Lunch?
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What to eat for lunch.
The answer to this dilemma came quicker than expected.
Last time it was black bean noodles, so naturally this time...
"Okay, burger for the menu, alright?"
"Yes, burger sounds good."
"...."
The composer nodded right away, while actor Moon Chang-sik was still lost in thought.
"Composer."
"Yes?"
"Doesn't the actor watch his diet? Is burger okay?"
"Oh, I think he does."
Sigh, do I really have to worry about this stuff too?
"Then I'll just get a sandwich and salad."
The burger place doesn't do salad, so order from the sandwich shop near the station.
"You're too considerate. But don't worry about him."
"Eh, burger or salad, it's all the same to me."
Both have bread, meat, veggies, and sauce, right?
If anything, sandwiches are healthier.
"They seem pretty different to me... but whatever you say."
"Alright, ordered."
Finished ordering and handed the phone back to the composer.
Now just rest a bit, eat the sandwiches, and get back to recording.
"By the way, how far along is the recording?"
He makes me start from the top every session, so I was curious how much I could actually do now.
"To be honest, it's almost done."
That answer was a bit unexpected—I figured there was still a ton left.
"Really?"
"But it's far from satisfying me."
"Ugh."
So, the song's good enough to release, but he's not satisfied?
"Honestly, at this point it'd be fine to just wrap it up normally..."
The composer hesitated, looking apologetic, but I totally got it. I know that feeling all too well from drawing—satisfaction has no end.
"Eh, keep going till you're happy. No rush."
My skills are improving with all this recording, so it's tough but not impossible.
"You sure? It'll take a while."
"It's my fault for sucking, right? Just treat me to proper lunches from now on."
He's bought every lunch so far. Guy makes bank, so no qualms mooching off him.
"Got it. When we're done, I'll treat you to omakase."
"Now that's something to look forward to."
I really am looking forward to it.
Omakase—heard of it, never been.
"Expect the best. Finding great eats is my hobby."
"With a hobby like that, why always delivery?"
"My time's money."
"Ooh...."
Calls his time gold and it doesn't even sound arrogant.
Is this the confidence of a successful composer?
"And delivery's delicious. I'm not picky."
Makes sense... delivery's got its own charm.
Sometimes hits the spot more than fancy stuff.
As we chatted, actor Moon Chang-sik snapped out of his own world.
He looked at us talking, then bowed apologetically.
"Sorry. When inspiration hits, I can't let it slip—that's my habit...."
"Oh, yeah. Lunch is ordered, so eat with us when it arrives."
Gotta think positive. Shows pro dedication, right? Must be exhausting for everyone around him, though.
"Oh... I should've said earlier... I'm on a diet."
"Knew it, so I got salad. Just eat it. You can have dressing, right?"
At the salad mention, Moon Chang-sik's eyes went wide in surprise.
"Really?"
"Why so shocked?"
His overreaction's kinda awkward.
Isn't this basic consideration for a fellow actor?
"Didn't peg you for the considerate type..."
You picking a fight?
No, no. Doesn't seem like it.
He genuinely thought that and was surprised otherwise.
"How long you known me?"
"I've got a good eye for people. Even the industry says so...."
"But you were wrong, huh?"
Moon Chang-sik clamped his mouth shut at my words.
Wrong, right? Sorry to say, Kim Suhyun's actually super considerate.
"This is embarrassing... I jumped to conclusions."
"No biggie. If you're really sorry, go grab the food when it gets here."
"Got it. Thanks for the meal."
"Thank the moneybags here, not me."
I pointed at the composer, who shrugged.
"No need for thanks."
"Yeah... alright."
He answered in a daze, then pulled out his phone.
"Anyway, just a sec...."
"Yeah?"
"Mind if I jot down that convo we just had?"
"Uh... sure, go ahead...."
What the hell's with this guy?
Are all actors like this? I shot the composer a look, and even he shook his head in disbelief.
Then the delivery sandwiches arrived.
We left the booth and spread the food on a table in the wider lounge room for lunch.
Me and the composer had sandwiches; Moon Chang-sik had salad, each in front of us.
"Tasty."
Watching him devour the salad was kinda fascinating. That good, huh? With dressing, better than raw veggies, I guess....
"Tasty? Never tried salad."
"Really?"
"Yeah, never really had a full-on one like this."
School cafeteria salad, sure, but nothing like a meal replacement.
"Wanna try some? Dressing makes it good."
"Nah. No way it's better than this BBQ-loaded sandwich."
I picked up the sandwich to flash the fillings, and Moon Chang-sik's face crumpled.
"Damn, now I hate my diet."
"Then quit. What happens if an actor blows his diet? Booted from the project?"
Can't succeed every time, right?
People have different metabolisms.
Actors changing body types per role are wild, though.
"They give you the cold shoulder."
"Cold shoulder?"
"Yeah, they don't say it outright—just hint around it."
Figures. They won't straight-up chew out an actor. But dieting that hard means it's an important role, right?
Not for some bit part.
"More than a bit part, then? Enough screen time to need the diet."
Just tossed it out there, but suddenly all eyes were on me.
Moon Chang-sik, and even the composer, staring like "You seriously asking that?"
"W-Why? Staring all sudden."
Their gazes caught me so off guard I kinda stuttered.
But Moon Chang-sik across from me said it like it was absurd.
"I'm the lead."
"Huh?"
"You really had no idea who I was?"
"Huh??"
The composer next to him, sipping the soda that came with his sandwich, let out a hollow chuckle.
"Hoped you were joking, but you really didn't know? When's the last time you went to a theater?"
Last time at a theater?
Uh... no clue.
Back when I was a guy, I went normally, but as a girl? Haven't seen a movie, let alone a drama.
"Can't remember."
Duh... constant streams, NerTube algorithm's all anime and comics—no overlap.
"Seen Erasure?"
"Uh... heard of it, never watched."
"Official Operation?"
"What's that? New release?"
The composer shook his head; Moon Chang-sik muttered in shock.
"Korean film's really done for...?"
Hey, it's not dead yet...
Though I don't watch.
"So why ask about those two?"
"'Cause he's the lead in both."
"Huh?"
"And he's hot in OTT dramas lately—really no idea?"
"Uh... hold on."
Pulled out my phone quick.
Then asked the still-buzzing Heavenly Realm Project group chat if they knew Moon Chang-sik.
Once replies poured in, I nodded.
Whoa, he's famous.
Asked if anyone wanted a signed pic—messages flooded like my stream chat.
Watched for a bit, then looked at Moon Chang-sik.
He stared back, looking kinda deflated.
Uh, feel bad now. Gotta boost his ego a little?
"Uh... could you sign eight? No, six—wait, eight?"
Members, Hyejeong, parents—eight total.
"Suddenly? Where was this interest before?"
"Still not that interested."
"Then why the signatures...?"
"Friends flipped when I asked."
"Ha... they don't know me?"
"Nope, all huge fans."
Only then did Moon Chang-sik's face relax.
"Right, right. I'm Moon Chang-sik. Most people know."
"Yeah, seems so."
"Any other reactions?"
"How about a pic together?"
"Ooh, now that's fan behavior. But why?"
"To brag to my friends."
It's chaos now—imagine posting a selfie.
Kinda exciting.
Seeing me like this, Moon Chang-sik gave the composer an incredulous look—like he was looking at me earlier.
Who's treating who like that now?
Unbelievable.