As Ji Ho, seated in the back seat, nodded and leaned back, his manager Bong Ki began to drive gently. Normally, he would start removing his light eye makeup as soon as he got into the car. Looking at him not being able to do even that, it was clear he was extremely tired.
Ten days ago, the filming of a movie that had been worked on for six months had ended. The dozens of advertisements, photo shoots, and various domestic and international interviews that had been postponed during that time continued throughout the week, leaving no day with more than three hours of sleep. Still, a movie that finished shooting at the beginning of the year was set to be released next month, which meant he would have about a month of downtime before that.
Bong Ki slightly opened the window. Ji Ho’s soft bangs swayed in the cool night breeze, dangerously close to his closed eyelashes. Whether it was due to the darkness outside the window or his slightly tilted head, his skin texture, jawline, and nose seemed to glow like a painting.
‘Anyone would think he’s still posing for a photo shoot.’
An urge arose to shout, “This man is my actor!” at Ji Ho’s face visible in the rearview mirror.
“If you keep staring at me like a pervert, it’ll be hard for me to sleep.”
“You surprised me!”
Ji Ho, his one side of the mouth curled up in a teasing grin, reached for the pile of scripts stacked next to him. There were days when he was so tired that his eyes wouldn’t close easily, and today was one of them.
“Why are there so many?”
“I just took all the stuff that came in. This industry is fastpaced. Today’s newcomer is tomorrow’s superstar, so there’s no harm in taking a good look.”
A smirk crossed Ji Ho’s face. It was true. Nine years ago, the murmurs criticizing him for being cast as a lead just because of his face lasted only two months.
After that, he had no idea how they were chattering. The sound of dust rolling at the bottom didn’t reach the top.
“…Don’t think too much. Read through these while taking a good rest for a month.”
Bong Ki added casually, watching Ji Ho, who merely touched but didn’t pick up any of the scripts.
‘Bro, I will rest for a while after this project.’
‘Yes. We’ve been running nonstop. We can take off a few months.’
‘No. A bit…… longer. Our contract was until this year, right?’
Bong Ki recalled his conversation with Ji Ho ten days ago. In fact, he couldn’t forget it for a single moment throughout those ten days. He had felt for several years that something seemed off with Ji Ho. Yet, he never once asked. He was afraid Ji Ho might confirm it.
Afraid he might find out that his intuition was right.
They had been together since their debut. As a rookie actor and rookie manager of a large agency. He remembered how fierce and brutal Ji Ho’s contract renewal season was in the sixth year after their debut. Every management company was eager, offering unheardof signing bonuses.
‘How about starting something new, bro? It won’t be any different from what we’ve been doing. It won’t be hard.’
He didn’t need the signing bonus or the huge support from the big company. Just to keep going as they have been. Without giving a second glance to that heap of money, Ji Ho extended his hand to me.
‘Bro, you have to start making some money with me now. Oh, did that sound too much like a rich old man? Hehe.’
It was always like that. He would give a big gift as if it were nothing, and then he would move on. Despite his handsome face, he was deep and stubborn. And although he was gentle, I thought he was stubborn.
That’s why I didn’t ask any further. I knew if Ji Ho decided to quit acting, there was no way to hold him back.
“By the way, there’s also Kim Min Woo PD’s new drama, which is a bit unique.”
“Unique?”
“Yeah. Oddly enough, they’re making a fourpart series. Since it’s low budget, they’ll use new actors… just take a look when you have time. I heard the script is really good.”
Ji Ho carefully flipped through the bundles of scripts with his long fingers. If it was PD Kim, he had made a big hit with a 20 billion won drama with him, and above all, he had a good eye. He thought he preferred largescale projects, but a lowbudget drama was oddly intriguing.
“But isn’t PD Kim not the type to cast with connections? Considering that, it seems the writer must have some acting skills and looks.”
“Who?”
“That writer. PD Kim wants to make the writer the female lead. He said she’s a cherished university junior.”
‘JBC Drama Special: 23 Centimeters. Director Kim Min Woo. Screenplay Jang Hye Yoon.’
The unique title, the unfamiliar writer’s name, and even a backstory that piqued curiosity. After mulling over the name Jang Hye Yoon in his mind, Ji Ho turned the cover.
“Haah……”
Without realizing it, Ji Ho’s lips parted. Something akin to a sigh that seemed to have aged over ten years seeped through the gap. Somewhere in his chest began to ripple gently, then swiftly overwhelmed and turned his feelings inside out.
Conversations and tender emotions shared with his father during his childhood were written in that thin script. Memories with his now deceased father, those times. Stories he alone knew, left as the sole witness, were printed in text so plainly and concisely.
After looking through a few more pages, he closed the script. Then he stared at the cover. For quite a while.
“……Jang Hye Yoon.”
“Huh?”
Bong Ki immediately reacted to the unfamiliar name.
“It doesn’t have to be a rookie, right? As long as the price is right.”
“What are you talking about, all of a sudden?”
“Tell PD Kim. I want to be in this project.”
“What?!”
Bong Ki had to hurriedly stop the car at the tremendous words contained in the calm voice.
“I have to meet this person named Jang Hye Yoon.”
Bong Ki, who was twisting his body to look at him, didn’t matter at all. Only that thought was on his mind. The unfamiliar feeling of wanting to meet someone named Jang Hye Yoon.
Desperation.
Ji Ho’s thumb gently stroked the name Hye Yoon written in the script.
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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