All My Firsts Are You (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 95

“Is the feeling I imagined correct?”

It was an answer that carried quite a ripple—too much to simply say “yes.” Saying so would imply that, even up until eight years ago when I made that film, I’d always kept Ha Ru in my heart.

“…Yes. That’s how Hiroshi, the protagonist in the movie, must have felt.”

I was deliberately trying to attribute the message and intention I’d embedded in the film to the protagonist instead of myself. But Ji Hoon caught the tail end of my words.

“Director, it seems like you’re intentionally keeping your answers short. It’s not just me—anyone who’s watched your film has probably vaguely guessed it already: the way your feelings about first love in interviews strangely align with Hiroshi’s emotions.”

A flicker of displeasure passed through me—not because of what Ji Hoon had just said, but because his attitude felt like he was stopping me from quietly setting aside the topic Hyun Su had brought up.

He clearly wanted to keep pursuing this subject.

Why? What reason would actor Yoo Ji Hoon have to care about the fact that I’d never forgotten my first love for such a long time?

But before I could linger on that question, Hyun Su cut in abruptly.

“Then, Director—if your feelings were still like that even when you made the film, I’m really curious now. Considering your age, did you never fall in love a second time during all those years? Was your first love truly the only love of your life?”

The question itself carried every intention behind it, and I knew well it came from pure curiosity.

Yet the answer could be interpreted differently depending on who heard it. To Ji Hoon, who’d been silently watching me without revealing his own thoughts, it might signal whether he still had a chance with me.

Or—maybe I was just being overly sensitive, as Ha Ru had suggested. Maybe it really was nothing more than an actor’s innocent curiosity, nothing beyond that.

“Director.”

“…Yes?”

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