Chapter 133
Translator: uly
Chapter: 133
Chapter Title: The Importance of Management (1)
That was something Yeonwoo felt too. It left him speechless.
[Why cover up a perfectly fine face and turn it into a mongdali? Oh. You... lifelong single...]
“I told you that’s not it.”
When he glared with force in his eyes, the Child Spirit scampered up to the ceiling.
“That’s something your actor told me to do.”
If it was Kwon Sung-hyun saying it, this Child Spirit guy would believe even if he said red beans could make soybean paste.
[That’s why I’m not saying more. Otherwise, I’d have grabbed a mongdali already and set you two up as friends...]
“Stop. Right there.”
Yeonwoo paused to think.
It’d be tricky to draw blood since making wounds on his body was a problem...
‘But pricking just the fingertip for a bit of blood should be fine, right?’
He hesitated on that thought too.
Ever since starting management, Yeonwoo had to pause his basic martial arts training for a while.
Because Kwon Sung-hyun had begun managing him in earnest.
-For now, you should take a break from the dojo.
What if you get a bruise by accident?
-I’m not that lacking in athleticism.
-Even breaking a limb would seriously mess up your schedule.
-As I said, I’m not that bad at sports.
-It’s not about confidence. Accidents can happen anytime, anywhere.
That was true.
Hadn’t Yeonwoo ended up with negative lifespan overnight because of an accident?
-Right now, you need to be extra careful with every finger and hair on your head.
But completely resting would loosen your body, so keep up the training.
On top of that, anything that could hurt Yeonwoo’s skin—like preparing meals—was banned.
Kwon Sung-hyun had naturally taken charge of his hands and feet.
Well, meals were already all on Kwon Sung-hyun anyway, so no real change there...
-Isn’t this a bit much? I can handle basic knife work.
-Not at all.
The fact that he’d prepared the meal himself and expected Yeonwoo to be personally served was shocking.
Especially since every dish required so much hands-on work, which only doubled the suspicion.
Breakfast was normal.
Things got weird starting with lunch.
After working out and coming home, Kwon Sung-hyun presented wagyu steak he’d apparently sourced early that dawn, as if waiting.
-Yeonwoo-ssi. Think about it. If you slip while cutting and seriously cut your hand, you’d have to rush to the ER.
-With a steak knife?
-You can’t underestimate a steak knife. It slices through 3cm-thick meat effortlessly—how could it not be sharp?
-You think that’d really happen?
-“You never know” is what kills people. If it cuts deep with that sharpness... you’d need a bunch of stitches, right?
And that’s if you’re lucky. If it damages a nerve or tendon, it’s a bigger problem.
You’ll do action scenes someday too, Yeonwoo-ssi.
This industry uses the body more than you’d think.
Even without action as the main focus, male actors end up filming fight scenes or chases in some form.
A damaged hand from that could hold you back then.
And that’d limit the range of roles you can act in...
-...
Just knife work.
Not even a real combat knife—just slicing steak.
‘Suddenly nerve damage, no more action, and my acting career goes downhill...?’
Listening to Kwon Sung-hyun, steak sounded like a deadly food you should never eat alone.
‘Even as a kid, no one ever cut food for me.’
Like tonkatsu or something.
Not that he missed it.
Not jealous at all.
He remembered thinking it was pathetic back then.
‘No hands? No feet? Why can’t you cut it yourself and ask someone to do it?’
But now, at this age, he was in that handless, footless situation.
Forcibly.
-I’d rather not eat.
-Yeonwoo-ssi. You need protein after working out to prevent muscle loss.
Kwon Sung-hyun emphasized “need” heavily.
Muscle loss.
Sounded terrifying just hearing it.
His muscles were already hard to pump up.
And now muscle loss on top? Horrifying.
The bizarre situation continued into dinner.
-Wha... shrimp grill?
-Shrimp’s in season lately. Thought I’d grill some.
Good thing he couldn’t see the shrimp’s soul.
Otherwise, their eyes would’ve met through the transparent lid as it gazed sadly at its dying self.
-I’ll peel them.
-Shrimp shells are so sharp though?
So why not make food without those sharp shells?
Of course, he didn’t throw a tantrum at the table in front of the person who made the meal—that’d be outrageous.
With old ghosts wandering the house so much, he’d inevitably picked up manners fast.
They nagged endlessly...
Mess up the utensils order?
[Hey now, Kang Yeonwoo. Already eager for the afterlife?]
Mix up the soup order?
[Oh dear. That afterlife grub looks mighty tasty. Yeah, Kang Yeonwoo. Time to cross over to our side, eh?]
Not the best environment for a kid, but at least it stuck in his brain—positive in a way.
Anyway, Kwon Sung-hyun stubbornly peeled all the shrimp shells and gave Yeonwoo just the meat.
Even eating it made his stomach queasy.
‘This is weird. I filmed a movie, didn’t become a hospital patient.’
Kwon Sung-hyun’s demands didn’t end there.
-Oh, and no using blood either.
-Pardon?
Why’s that? How did he even know?
Their eyes naturally turned one way.
[Oh right, drama time! Almost late!]
The Child Spirit muttered in a tone that sounded better than reading a book, then zipped through the wall.
Yeonwoo sighed, missing the culprit.
-That’s kinda unavoidable.
-Use my blood then.
-Pardon?!
-Don’t you have spiritual power? You said spirits don’t come near you.
Perfect fit, right?
-Absolutely not. Wait, carry my blood around?
You trying to turn me into a psycho killer?
Think about it. Even with good reason, drawing someone else’s blood and carrying it.
Super creepy, right?
Yeonwoo, who had zero desire for that, compromised quickly.
-Fine, got it. I’ll hold off unless absolutely necessary.
-Hmm...
-Can’t die protecting my skin, right?
-Ah. That’d be bad.
Guess no helping it.
Kwon Sung-hyun backed off with odd reluctance.
“If you’ve got something to say, go tell your actor.”
Yeonwoo glanced at his fingertip and shelved the thought.
Pricking for blood was easy, but if this guy snitched, the aftermath would be a huge hassle.
Kwon Sung-hyun wasn’t the nagging type.
But that somehow made him scarier.
He threw on clothes roughly and headed down on time—Lee Gyu-han was waiting.
“What time should I pick you up today?”
“Three-hour session, then something with the hair...”
“Ah, clinic probably. That’s today?”
“Cli... yeah.”
Word never got familiar no matter how often he heard it.
“Three hours, plus three more then. You’re working hard, Yeonwoo-ssi.”
Half a day invested in management.
“Sung-hyun handles his routinely on his own, but you’re in intensive care this time—must be rough. Right?”
“So I hear.”
“Just relax and sleep it off. You couldn’t rest much filming, yeah? Treat it like vacation and crash hard.”
“Whew...”
Lee Gyu-han burst laughing at Yeonwoo’s sigh.
“Yeonwoo-ssi has things that wear him out too! News to me.”
“Haha...”
Try getting mongdali ghost jabs every visit.
‘Especially with this chatty one stuck by my side—drives you nuts.’
The skin program had a rubber pack step.
It drove ampoules deeper and kept skin moist...
Problem was, it covered eyes, nose, mouth—looked just like a mongdali ghost.
Normal people wouldn’t think twice, but Yeonwoo and the Child Spirit weren’t normal.
“Still, Yeonwoo-ssi. Sung-hyun doesn’t make stuff up—he means well, it’ll help for sure. He goes intensive too before restarting activities.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Actors are human too—managing to death even in downtime’s too much. Keep basics going with some slack. Tighten up during active periods.
Can’t help it in a job where everyone sees you.”
Lee Gyu-han said while driving smoothly.
“Cameras these days are insane. Old ones were under a megapixel—now up to 30 megapixels, even those cannon-looking pro ones.”
He meant paparazzi cameras.
“Lately tons of people carry those DSLR things—not just reporters, fans too, lugging that heavy gear. And phone cameras? Insanely good now.
One bad shot and boom—big trouble. So much talk about poor management.
Show that often, rumors start, fans get disappointed, they turn away, popularity fades... eventually ‘Who’s Kwon Sung-hyun?’”
-...
So that’s where Kwon Sung-hyun’s wild leaps came from.
Manager takes after the celebrity, huh.
“TVs are so sharp now, screens huge too. Watching, I wonder if I’m tuning in for celeb pores or the show. Anyway, your movie image is ‘bittersweet first love memory,’ Yeonwoo-ssi.
First love has to be beautiful, right? If it pops on TV all dry-skinned and gloomy-faced, who’d swoon? Yeah?”
“Well, yeah...”
“Movies get CG fixes. Variety or news pics? No such luck. Lights and reflectors help, but skip management and it shows.”
Especially news photos—no Photoshop ever, Lee Gyu-han sighed.
Fan shots might get edits at least.
News pics called “truth photos”—most celebs can’t dodge the humiliation, he shuddered.