“That day, it was snowing, and we blabbered about anything.”

“I know well that it was chaotic.”

Taeseok laughed loudly. Yes, it was a time when his thoughts were tangled, making rational thinking impossible.

“. It’s a script that Yeoreum and I wrote together two years ago.”

It wasn’t just simple advice; they were deeply involved, from character settings to editing, in creating the work together.

Although Yeoreum overwhelmingly contributed to the script, it wasn’t exactly a collaborative effort. Still, in Taeseok’s perspective, he had a considerable share in it.

Therefore, he knew better than anyone how much effort and affection Yeoreum had put into that script.

“For a rookie writer, it’s a rare opportunity. Perhaps a once-in-a-lifetime chance. Writing for an actor like Seo Taeseok. Choi Yeoreum has to stake her life on this drama. The success of this drama will determine Yeoreum’s life from now on.”

Taeseok made a cold judgment on the situation.

What he roared on the day of the production presentation was, in fact, a fact. This drama itself was synonymous with Seo Taeseok.

There was a director, a writer, and numerous staff, but in reality, this drama was being led by Seo Taeseok, grabbing it by the neck. It could either fail or succeed because of him.

Objectively, the script was indeed excellent. If there were no external factors or disruptions, it was easy to anticipate good results.

Therefore, he wanted to be more cautious.

“Minwoo, even if I quickly find out the truth…”

“Yeah.”

“I will ask until the end of the drama. I won’t let Yeoreum splash a drop of water in this drama.”

He decided to love in that way.

Thinking about it, there weren’t many memories of waiting during his relationship with Yeoreum. Waiting was always Yeoreum’s responsibility. And damn it, he had taken it for granted.

He never deeply contemplated how much he had to endure while dating a top star. He just thought he was doing everything for her.

Renting out an entire cafe, inviting a famous chef home to serve delicious food – as long as she seemed moderately happy, he believed he had done more than enough.

“I was stupid… I won’t do that anymore.”

It was only later that he realized what Yeoreum truly wanted wasn’t the act of eating carbonara but the ordinary moments. Reserving a restaurant, choosing a menu, and the time spent waiting for the food while engaging in light conversation.

Things that Taeseok had never given her.

What wasn’t visible when he resented Yeoreum was the things he didn’t provide during those times.

Did she leave because she was tired of those moments?

“Let’s break up. How many times do I have to say my feelings have cooled?”

“I’ll do better, Yeoreum. Don’t do this.”

“Let it go. Selfish Seo Taeseok is now annoying.”

“Please. How can I live without you?”

“I have to leave you, oppa! I can’t live like this anymore. I hate it.”
In the given context, it seems that Jihyunjeong may have threatened Yeoreum, but in reality, that alone didn’t make much sense. Even if he had mentioned being threatened, it would have been an issue easily resolved.

Is it just my imagination, or did she really get tired of me?

“Even so, I have to pave the way for her.”

Despite having bitter thoughts, he firmly set a clear goal. The aim was for Yeoreum to achieve significant success, possibly winning a writer’s award, through a blockbuster performance. It was a goal set by Taeseok not long ago.

He wanted to create the best drama even if it meant sacrificing his soul.

“Seo Taeseok. When is the chicken coming?”

Director Hong abruptly brought Taeseok’s thoughts back to reality.

“Chicken? Oh, I didn’t order any.”

“What? You said you would order earlier.”

With an annoyed expression, Director Hong walked to the refrigerator. Holding a can of beer, he complained.

“The fridge is so big, but there’s nothing to eat.”

“Sorry. My mom went on vacation. I’ll order chicken now.”

Taeseok quickly grabbed his phone and said. Yeoreum’s face appeared on the screen.

…He missed her.

Perhaps the goddess of luck turned slightly in Taeseok’s direction; finding an excuse to call Yeoreum to the set came sooner than expected.

During a short break in filming, one side of the set was a bit noisy. Taeseok, who usually didn’t care about others’ business, turned around to take a quick look. Director Hong noticed and left, saying he would check what was going on.

That was the moment.

“Hyung.”

Jihyeok, who usually didn’t bother with unnecessary talk on the set, approached and spoke.

“You claim to be close to Choi Yeoreum. It didn’t seem that way at all. Is that true?”

“Writer-nim.”

Taeseok replied, covering the script with a thud.

“Don’t cut the title. Writer-nim.”

Jihyeok received Taeseok’s indifferent gaze with a stern look.

“If you’re so close, why have you been acting like you barely know her?”

Thinking of the forced lie Director Hong had made, Taeseok answered with irritation inside.

“We had a little fight.”

“Why? She’s not the type to fight with someone like that noona.”

“Writer-nim.”