Quickly scanning the script, he noticed an improvement in emotional depth compared to the last one. There were parts to fix, but it was a significant improvement.
“The drama’s airing has been postponed by a month. Let’s consider it extra time for writing.”
“This is news to me.”
Yeoreum’s eyes widened. Tae-seok glanced at her briefly before returning his gaze to the script.
“You’ll be contacted soon. This drama revolves around Seo Tae-seok, so I’m the first to know.”
“Yes.”
“Our preceding drama’s shooting is going so well that they’re extending it for another month.”
It was a blatant lie. But Yeoreum listened intently and nodded. Tae-seok was baffled but didn’t bother to correct her.
“I’ll make good use of the writing period.”
“Yes.”
“In my own way.”
“Yes?”
Closing the script and placing it on the table, Tae-seok looked at Yeoreum. The fading evening sun stretched out like molasses across her face, making it seem almost blinding.
“I’ll do it my way. This script, I consider it more than half mine.”
Tae-seok stood up to adjust the blinds, then sat back down. The sunlight was bothering him as well.
“Come here every day and work.”
What did that mean?
Despite being in Korean, Yeoreum was puzzled. ‘Here’ – where was he referring to?
“I don’t intend to act in an illogical production, nor do I want to meet repeatedly for reviews. It’s quite tiring, Writer Choi Yeoreum.”
“……”
“So, come to my house every day and write in front of me.”
Yeoreum knew Seo Tae-seok was an actor skilled in handling scripts. He had written several works himself, crafting episodes and emotional arcs impressively. His characters always felt vi
Now she understood. He wanted to see her every day. Why? Yeoreum, failing to hide her astonishment, wore a stunned expression. Tae-seok observed her intently.
“No. No, that’s not possible.”
Yeoreum straightened herself, regaining her usual composure.
“Why? Why go to such lengths? I’d think I’d make you uncomfortable.”
“It’s about work, Writer Choi Yeoreum.”
“……”
“What can we do? We need to separate personal from professional matters. The drama can’t fail.”
“No, that doesn’t seem right.”
Yeoreum took a deep breath to steady her voice.
“If you could consider it, I’d prefer to write at home. I’ll come here daily for reports. That should suffice.”
Her eyes pleaded. Tae-seok silently studied her shifting expressions. When panicked, she easily dropped her facade.
“I disagree.”
Yeoreum’s eyes drooped in an instant.
There was a glimpse of sorrow in her downcast gaze. Why did such expressions keep surfacing? They made it hard even to resent her freely.
“Do as told. This isn’t a suggestion, it’s an order.”
“Please.”
“Don’t do that. Isn’t that word dangerous?”
Tae-seok, with a dangerous smile, spoke oddly.
“Please? Sounds like a lovers’ quarrel. Do you still have feelings for me?”
Yeoreum quickly denied it.
“No! No, it’s not like that.”
“Fine then.”
“Coming to your house daily might stir strange rumors, even for Seo Tae-seok.”
“Either way. You said you’d come daily for reports.”
Tae-seok cut off any rebuttal. Yet, Yeoreum persisted.
“Still, staying too long at a top star’s house every day… If someone sees…”
“You’re worried about a scandal.”
“Yes, yes, exactly.”
Tae-seok laughed heartily as if he’d heard a funny joke.
“A scandal. Interesting, Choi Yeoreum.”
“……”
“Seems you’ve forgotten. I’ve been through it once. A tax scandal. It was your doing. After all that, why worry about a scandal now?”
“……”
“Anything but that. That’s deception.”
Successfully silencing Yeoreum, Tae-seok smiled triumphantly.
“Let’s do it like a regular job. 9 to 6. Starting next Monday for a month.”
A face that should smile, he thought. He had loved her high, ringing laughter. The shell sitting before him was hardly welcome. It was useless to think about it now, but still, it was true.
‘Come to think of it, I haven’t said anything to make her laugh.’
Amused by his own thoughts, a chuckle escaped him.
“If there’s nothing more, you can leave now.”
Last time she had rushed out quickly, but now she hesitated.
Her clenched fists and defiant stance were admirable. She must be contemplating every possible escape. But there was none; he had designed it that way.
“Writer Choi Yeoreum, this drama has numerous new PPLs – massage chairs, full-option home appliances, banks…”
“Alright, I understand.”
As if on the verge of tears, Yeoreum’s eyes wavered.
“I’ll see you Monday.”
Before he could respond, she abruptly stood up and dashed out. A meeting with all its objectives met, yet uncomfortably unresolved.
My Step-brother Is Obsessed With Me (Female-dominant)
A gentle female protagonist vs pitiful in the early stage, and a sick male protagonist in the later stage
Cheng Songer transmigrated into the body of a vicious cannon fodder female supporting character with the same name as her in a female-dominant novel.
In the original story, the cannon fodder female supporting character was inhumane, committing domestic violence, gambling excessively, being lustful, and even wanting to sell her stepbrother to a brothel for money.
As luck would have it, she just happened to transmigrate at this time.
Seeing Cheng Qingzhi biting his lip, enduring the tears in his eyes, looking pitiful, her heart softened.
She stuffed the money back into the Madam’s hand and reached out to him.
“Brother, come home with me.”
