“You’re doing it on purpose.”
“…On purpose?”
“To make people jealous.”
Whether it was because mentioning jealousy hurt his pride, Jun couldn’t finish the sentence. Seeing him like that, I couldn’t help but chuckle. Jealousy, that was truly an unexpected word.
“No, it’s not like that.”
I tried to brush it off, but the audible sigh was quite pronounced.
“I’m right here next to you, and you…”
As he was about to continue, I felt annoyed by his sudden change of attitude. I grabbed the hem of Jun’s shirt slightly. His nonchalant glance, as if reluctantly turning to look at me, felt unpleasant. I said indifferently.
“You’re much cooler.”
At first, he seemed puzzled, but as he gradually brightened his face, I burst into laughter again.
Could the reaction be this quick? At the moment when he burst into laughter with a ‘pfft,’ he quickly composed his expression and coolly said,
“Still, this one is confiscated.”
As if to say, “Didn’t you know I have this authority?” a disdainful touch swiftly moved over three other selected photos that Jun had already separated.
Confiscation didn’t mean I would hide these photos. Subconsciously, I hoped to at least give the actor in this photo a chance for an audition.
Even in the brief moment when Jun took the photos from me, he seemed to be fulfilling his role as a director. Seeing him folding the actor’s photo over other casting candidates’ photos.
Jun, oddly not properly distinguishing work from personal matters, didn’t end up creating trouble for me in the end.
Watching him closely for the first time today, I found myself falling for him again.
“Yes, Director. Please confiscate them.”
I said as if it didn’t matter if he confiscated those photos. It wasn’t an empty phrase. Because to me, Director Kim Jun, you are much cooler. Perhaps he felt that sentiment; Jun chuckled softly, seemingly only audible to me.
I like you, who gets jealous without any delay, and I like you, who quickly opens up your heart like this.
However, I couldn’t say these words directly to you. Silently, I conveyed why I want to love you more from now on.
I began to examine the profile photos of other male actors again. There was a side effect to the events a while ago. If I stared at them a bit too long, I couldn’t help but be conscious of the man sitting next to me.
Having observed his movements like a malfunctioning robot, sometimes flipping backward and occasionally coming back, Jun, after lightly tapping me, said,
“Now just watch. I won’t be jealous anymore. It makes me more uneasy to see myself watching.”
“No, I’m sorry for making you feel that way.”
“Don’t overdo it.”
“Did you catch me?”
Seeing me laugh brightly, Jun gave me a lovely smile. It was a good decision to sit next to you. Just watching your smile from time to time is more than enough.
Even though this is a conference room, and even if I can’t say out loud what I want to tell you, just having you is enough.
Jun and I roughly finished reviewing the profile pictures of male actors. Finally, it’s time to skim through the profile pictures of female actors.
Upon a quick glance, there were quite a few photos with retouching. I understood their desire to showcase a better look since audition opportunities could be determined by photos alone.
However, the perspective of the judges, who select actors they want to give audition opportunities, was slightly different. Rather than similar photos that looked decent, their gaze lingered longer on photos that emphasized the actor’s natural advantages.
I also began to wonder if they would fit into other roles, even if not as the lead or Jun’s counterpart in this movie. This was something I could do only when I was confident about his strengths.
Therefore, it was even more regrettable. I felt an unfulfilled longing, wishing they could express these earnest feelings in a different way.
Along with that, there was actually one thing bothering me since earlier.
“Hey, Director.”
“Pfft.”
Jun burst into laughter at my calling him director. The unexpected kind treatment, although awkward and amusing, seemed to make him uncomfortable.
“Yes, go ahead.”
“Over there, in the self-introductions of the actresses, all of them have their shoe sizes listed.”
Jun nonchalantly nodded, as if saying, “What’s the big deal with that?” It wasn’t common to include shoe sizes in self-introductions, no matter how you looked at it.
“Oh, that.”
At that moment, Kang PD, sitting far away, briskly responded to that question. Wondering when she had been listening, I unintentionally revealed a surprised expression.
“Director Kim insisted on including it. For this movie, the actresses’ shoe sizes should not exceed 235, even if they have big feet. I guess the actresses were taken aback when writing their self-introductions.”
Seeing a hearty laugh at the end of her words, it seemed like she wasn’t intending to mock.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
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