Chapter 117
Chapter 117
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 117
Chapter Title: You Have to Experience It to Know (2)
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It didn't look like an official article since they'd printed it out. They must have contacted the company beforehand, before dropping the bomb. They were giving a heads-up on news that could hit the company hard, probably angling for some kind of deal. This scoop could turn into photos or just a rumor, depending on what they wanted in return. This time felt a bit different from the usual.
“An interview? Yeon Do-hee did an interview?”
The source was rock-solid. It was straight from the horse's mouth—no rumor, and since she'd provided the photos herself, no paparazzi shots either.
[Q. I heard you went through a lot while filming this movie. Fans are worried.
A. I'm always grateful for their concern. There was a special episode during this shoot. It made me realize the greatness of nature, you could say. (laughs)
Q. Can you tell us more about that?
A. We made a making-of film while producing the movie. We've been posting updates on our movie's Nutyube account sporadically, but I think the upcoming video will clear up the curiosity.
Q. So it's going up on Nutyube?
A. Yes.
Q. I should check it out soon.
A. Not yet—it's scheduled for the day after tomorrow. If this interview airs, it'll upload the next day.
Q. I'll have to watch it. I'm already curious. You mentioned feeling something while filming this movie—what was it?
A. I felt the greatness of nature and, at the same time, like I was being reborn. Like starting anew. (laughs) It became the trigger for me to restart my acting career with a fresh mindset. (continued)]
“This is what's coming out tomorrow. The company got the call today.”
“It's just an interview, right? No way they contacted us after seeing this?”
“Of course they did. Does this look like just any interview to you?”
“Have the reporters lost their minds? Their eyes must all be rotten. It's just movie promo and Nutyube promo. Promotional article, that's all.”
“You really don't get it, do you? If it was a normal interview, they wouldn't have bothered contacting us. Don't you see it? 'Restart my acting career with a fresh mindset!'”
“What about that...”
“You idiot. That's code for switching agencies. A new life—meaning she's looking for a new place after leaving here. And they said she slipped that part in on purpose. Word's already spreading among insiders. Just an interview?”
Her brother laid out the context step by step. My alcohol-fogged brain finally cleared with a jolt. The writing on the paper spelled out something I absolutely shouldn't let happen.
“Why would Yeon Do-hee switch agencies? Where to?”
My hollow mutter quickly turned into, “No, wait—isn't this some bastard spreading blind items to stir shit up? Which fucker's kid is pulling this dirty stunt?! Twisting that interview into transfer rumors is way overinterpreting!”
His sister clicked her tongue.
“You're mad? Why are you the one getting mad? Do you even know who should be pissed right now?!”
“Ah~ Sis, don't worry. It's all bullshit blind items. You and bro-in-law have been married for years—don't you know this industry yet? They're just inflating it to squeeze money out of us. No need to freak...”
“What makes you so sure this is a lie?”
“She wouldn't. The transfer rumors are fake. It just sounds like she's recharging. Why the fuss?”
Park Chil-deuk blustered with utter confidence. Any shock from the article had long vanished.
“Besides, after how I raised her? If you knew how I built her up, she wouldn't even dream of leaving me.”
His smug tone held not a shred of doubt. In truth, Park Chil-deuk believed Yeon Do-hee owed her top-tier status to him. Facts be damned.
“Park Chil-deuk... are you insane?”
“Why?”
“You raised Yeon Do-hee?”
“Obviously. She wouldn't have made it without me.”
“Ha...”
Park Chil-deuk's sister let out an exasperated sigh. She had a knack for seeing situations clearly—a skill forced upon her by having a screw-up like him for a brother.
‘Where do I even start correcting this delusion?’
She knew he'd gotten into the company through her husband's connections. She'd tried hard to stop him, but he'd thrown tantrums like a madman, and her husband—ever the pushover—had let him in. A terrible mistake, of course.
When support team first called about the news, his sister Park Hee-yeon nearly fainted.
-Who’s leaving?
-Yeon Do-hee-ssi...
-Why would she suddenly? Was she upset? Or unhappy with contract terms? I heard her kid's dad always says she's like a founding hero and renews at top rates...
-We don't really know...
Who was Yeon Do-hee? The face of her husband's agency. They'd known each other since the company's start, and she'd played a big part in its growth. Renewal was a mere formality—everyone assumed it'd happen.
But this interview out of nowhere, without a word?
‘Something's seriously wrong.’
No recent issues came to mind. Except one thing nagging at her heart.
The recent meeting about rumors from the movie shoot accident.
-The Yeon Do-hee thing? I'll handle it.
-Park Executive, that's for support and PR teams...
-Hey! Don't you trust me? You know my reporter connections. This needs someone like me.
-...
Park Chil-deuk had crashed the meeting out of nowhere, volunteering to fix it. He loved stepping up, fueled by his petty ambitions. He even thought he was capable. (He wasn't.)
-Isn't this gonna blow up big time...?
-Even fixable stuff turns to shit with Park Executive...
-This is serious—should we really leave it to him?
-That poison toad doesn't know when to butt in or stay out. No wonder people without backing have it rough.
-Makes me wanna quit this filthy place. Why put up with his crap?
If even insiders were uneasy, that said it all.
And now.
“See? Still clueless. You're the problem. You! What the hell did you do there? What nonsense did you spout to make her pull this?!”
“Ah, she won't leave. Where would she go without me? She needs me.”
If Yeon Do-hee left, agencies would line up—more than five ready to roll out the red carpet.
Park Hee-yeon couldn't fathom what made Park Chil-deuk so cocky. As far as she knew, whenever he'd meddled in Yeon Do-hee's career, it'd tanked—not succeeded.
“Delusions have limits! Who are you to claim you raised her?! Are you nuts? Hey, Park Chil-deuk! Snap out of it. Disaster's here—what gives you the balls to talk like that?!”
“Ah, shit. You just yelled at me, sis?”
“Shit? Hey! You think I won't yell?! Whatever you did, tomorrow—kneel and apologize to her!”
“Ah, seriously... It'll be fine... Where's she gonna go...?”
“Fix it now! Or I'll tell bro-in-law and get your head on a pike. I will! Kneel, kowtow, rip open your gut to show sincerity—whatever! Change her mind. Got it?!”
Her icy roar poured down. Park Chil-deuk scowled, plugging his ears in annoyance.
“Ah, quit yelling... Fine. I'll go. Too noisy.”
“I warned you. Fix this. Got it?!”
“Ah, go away~!”
He shooed out the still-fuming Park Hee-yeon.
“Ah, finally a fun drive after ages, and now nagging...”
The real culprit was Yeon Do-hee.
“One pretty face and she acts all high and mighty, then stabs me in the back? Fuck. Who do you think made you?”
It irked him now.
‘Years in acting and she still can't handle one interview?!’
He hated his sister's pitying gaze. Even after his “success,” she saw him as a useless bum.
“How much did I bust my ass for her! One exposure scene and ten million views are a gimme, right? She couldn't even hit that, so I used my head for her sake. Ungrateful bitch tries to fly off when contract ends?”
Still in his clothes, Park Chil-deuk flopped onto the wide bed. The expensive mattress creaked under his weight.
‘And that unlucky-looking actor punk shows up as the rep, pissing me off even more.’
Actors should act—not play company rep. Park Chil-deuk resented the guy outranking him in the meeting. He'd swallowed the humiliation and covered for her.
What? Transfer? Fuck off.
‘I'll see tomorrow.’
He'd conveniently forgotten his own inaction. All that remained was Yeon Do-hee's outrageous words. Grinding his teeth, eyes closing, Park Chil-deuk drifted off—unaware this was his last chance to think that way.
*
‘What the—why's it so damn noisy?’
Park Chil-deuk scowled. The racket pierced his sleep, grating on him.
‘Those jobless freaks track me here again?’
Fans betting their lives on one celeb. Despite living off their obsession, Park Chil-deuk never stopped looking down on them.
‘Fuck... What're security doing? Drag 'em out!’
From his sister to bedtime—today sucked. He pulled the blanket over, but the noise persisted. Too lazy to rise properly, he finally snapped.
“Fuck...!”
Whoever it was, making noise? He'd call security and boot them. Or blast the fire hose— that'd feel good.
‘Where's the hydrant?’
Muttering curses, he kicked off the bed—and froze.
“...?”
What?
[Eeee. Finally, our actor shows. Should've come running when called—instead you dawdle!]
[These kids today strut like hotshots. One word from us and poof—they vanish.]
Gruff, eerie voices sent chills. Park Chil-deuk realized intruders were in his home.
[Get over here!]
[So damn slow. What good are you? Tsk!]
But something stranger.
‘This... isn't my house?’
His place was a sleek 50-pyeong luxury villa. Nowhere this dark, decrepit, creepy.
No way this was home.
Fear hit Park Chil-deuk hard.
‘Did they kidnap me while asleep? Or am I dreaming?! What the hell...!’
No time to think.
[Don't listen, huh. We rush over invited after ages, and the clown's this clueless.]
Something cold, goosebump-inducing wrapped his arm, yanking him hard.