The ‘A Day in the Life of a Star’ filming team began setting up cameras with quick hand movements. Since Chan and Yechan lived on a different floor of the same officetel as Evan and Siwoo, they already knew the structure inside out.
“You’re working hard from early morning.”
When Chan, in comfortable pajamas, greeted them while pressing down his disheveled hair, everyone just smiled.
Can the same space be this different? If the place they filmed yesterday was the ultimate minimalism, this place seemed to be reaching the peak of maximalism.
“Are we starting filming now?”
Chan, who had washed his face and tidied his hair slightly while waiting for the cameras to be installed, stood in front of the tightly closed door with light steps at the director’s sign. He put his finger to his lips toward the camera to signal for quiet, then carefully opened the door without knocking.
A dark space where blackout curtains blocked the light.
Chan, who had entered the room without hesitation, stopped beside the bed.
“Yechan-ah, wake up.”
The camera filming them shook slightly at Chan’s action of calling Yechan too softly for someone waking another person up.
“……What time is it……”
As if hearing that small voice, a hand popped out from under the blanket and grabbed the wrist of Chan standing right in front. To the director’s eyes, the sight of Yechan grabbing Chan precisely without even opening his eyes felt unfamiliar.
And…….
The next step was Chan, who had been standing in front of the bed, being sucked into Yechan’s blanket. Both Yechan, who swiftly pulled the person in front of him, and Chan, who was being pulled, did everything naturally without making any sound.
“8 o’clock.”
Chan, bound by Yechan’s blanket and body, murmured with his eyes closed.
“Then we can sleep more……”
Both Yechan, who tightly held Chan in his arms, and Chan, who was held, stayed as they were. How long should they film this scene? The camera director’s dilemma didn’t reach them.
Around the time they were thinking they should roughly cut and leave, Yechan slightly raised his head. Then with careful movements, he slowly left the bed.
‘Let’s go out.’ As Yechan mouthed the words and drove them out, the camera director, who also came out of the room while suppressing any sound, couldn’t understand this situation.
“Chan-hyung will sleep a bit more and wake up. We need to leave around 1 o’clock today, but he woke up early because of filming with me.”
Yechan, who spoke in whispers, opened the refrigerator and started taking things out.
“During filming, Chan-hyung is sensitive and can’t eat properly, so I have to make sure he eats before going out.”
Yesterday it was Western food, and today it’s Korean food?
Yechan, who cooked rice with quick hand movements, took out the seaweed he had soaked beforehand and put it in a pot. When the seaweed soup came to a boil, he lowered the heat so the flavor would gently infuse. Soon after, he prepared egg rolls and even sliced ham, then Yechan went into the bathroom.
When Yechan, who had finished showering, came out and started grilling ham and making egg rolls, Yechan’s tightly closed room door opened.
“Ah…… I fell asleep again.”
“So what if you sleep again. It’s not like you have to rush to prepare and leave……”
At Yechan’s words, Chan, who nodded his head, took out orange juice from the refrigerator but had his wrist grabbed by Yechan’s hand.
“Put that down and sit down.”
“Why eat so much from the morning?”
“I’m going to watch you eat before I leave, so stop complaining and sit down.”
Although grumbling at Yechan’s firm words, Chan put down the orange juice and sat down, carefully examining the food spread out in front of him.
“It’s seaweed soup.”
“You’d hate it if I told you to eat soybean paste stew from the morning. Oh, this ham. It’s what Siwoo-hyung gave me yesterday.”
“Oh~ Then it’s delicious.”
Chan, who picked up chopsticks, tried to pick up the well-grilled ham but got his hand lightly smacked by Yechan.
“Water first.”
“I raised you wrong. It’s my fault, my fault.”
Chan, who put down his chopsticks, grumbled and had to drink lukewarm water first. Yechan, who had lavishly prepared a Korean meal from the morning and offered it to Chan, was actually drinking juice that looked thick.
“It’s amazing you can survive eating that. It’s really the worst.”
“I don’t like it either. I’m eating it because I have to.”
“The pictorial shoot is today, right?”
Yechan, who nodded his head, quickly put a little egg roll on top when Chan scooped up rice.
“I’m never doing a pictorial shoot again. Ah……! Getting tricked by Evan-hyung.”
Chan, who emptied the tasteless juice in one gulp, shuddered.
“When are you leaving?”
“Right away as soon as manager-hyung contacts me.”
The two, who had finished breakfast while exchanging simple words, soon got up and cleaned up, and Chan picked up the script he was filming today.
“I’ll look at it together too.”
There was nothing more to clean up, but Yechan, seeing Chan wandering around the kitchen with the script in one hand, stood behind him and put his gaze on the script.
Yechan, who had stopped like that for a moment, slightly pushed Chan standing in front of him to stand him in front of the refrigerator, then leaned slightly against the refrigerator as written in the script.
“You’re starting again?”
When Yechan recited the lines as written in the script, Chan, who soon made a serious expression, opened his mouth.
“If you speak like that, I won’t understand.”
“You always do this. Thinking alone, making decisions alone. Didn’t we agree to do things like that together now?”
“When I saw it with my own eyes and heard it clearly with my own ears at that place, what more do I need to think about and make a decision?”
Yechan’s eyebrows, who had been looking at the script, moved slightly, then he raised his hand to lightly grab Chan’s chin and moved his body, and in an instant Chan was trapped between the refrigerator and Yechan.
Although he was close to 178cm tall with a build that wouldn’t be intimidated anywhere, because Yechan’s build was so good, Chan’s pupils shook slightly as he looked up at him.
“What you’re doing now is……”
Chan, who had been continuing his lines as written in the script, shrugged his shoulders seeing Yechan suddenly scratching his head vigorously and stepping back.
“Wow, this isn’t right. It was a kiss scene. Amazing. Hyung, you were filming a kiss scene today?”
“No.”
“What do you mean no? This was totally set up for a kiss.”
“Hey, look. Where’s the kiss? Here he sharply turned his head so it didn’t happen. If you’re going to watch, watch it properly to the end.”
Chan, who flipped through the script in front of Yechan, who was snapping at him, found the scene he mentioned.
“But still, you’re filming this close?”
“Aha! Our Yechan wanted to see hyung film a kiss scene. What should I do? Hyung isn’t the main protagonist but a supporting character, so there’s nothing like that. Let’s try harder next time to become the protagonist.”
Yechan, who saw Chan’s smiling face patting Yechan’s forearm, turned his head sharply.
“Whatever.”
“Our youngest. You’ve grown up, you’ve grown. Your forearms…… Wow, it was worth eating only chicken breast and health juice for three months to build your body.”
Chan’s hand, which had been touching Yechan’s forearm, stroked down his arm and grabbed the end of the knit he was wearing. Then, without giving Yechan a chance to stop him or do anything, he pulled the knit up.
“Hyung?”
“……This is no joke?”
Chan had definitely pulled it up thinking Yechan would say no or pull the clothes down, but because he just stood there calmly, embarrassment appeared on Chan’s face as he suddenly faced Yechan’s perfect abs.
“As someone said, I really endured three months without the chicken, pig’s feet, pizza, hamburgers, jjamppong, and even gopchang that I really love, so I should at least have this much. Otherwise I’d be too upset to live.”
At Yechan’s action of pulling not his own hand but Chan’s hand to make him touch his abs, the filming crew couldn’t say anything.
Just show a comfortable appearance. The program’s purpose was to film as naturally as possible without being conscious of the camera or filming crew.
Like Evan and Siwoo, who watched a movie, ate snacks, and even took a nap comfortably without being conscious of the filming crew at all, these two also had no reservations.
Yechan’s excellent abs were truly suitable for broadcasting, but somehow, the atmosphere between these two was too different from what they thought. Rather than being the leader and youngest of one group, a more intimate and peculiar atmosphere was circulating between the two.
“Tough guy. In that sense, how about spicy gopchang and soju tonight after the pictorial shoot ends?”
“Deal!”
Bewilderment appeared on the faces of the filming crew filming the two who, in a situation that had been strange to define just moments ago, instantly showed an ordinary hyung-dongsaeng appearance while each doing their own thing.
“Around when will it end?”
Chan followed Yechan, who was going to the entrance while talking on the phone with his manager, and spoke to him.
“Since it’s a solo shoot, it’ll probably end before dinner. Isn’t hyung the one who’ll end late?”
“I don’t have many cuts today either. It’ll be fine as long as they don’t drag on in front.”
Chan, who had been scanning Yechan putting on shoes at the entrance, told him to wait a moment and went inside the house, then quickly came out with a scarf and wrapped it around Yechan’s neck.
“A scarf? I don’t need it.”
“You’ll catch a cold if you go around like that just because you’re young.”
“Who’s worrying about whom? Hyung, dry your hair properly. Look at the water dripping.”
Chan, who wrapped his scarf around Yechan’s neck and made a neat knot, didn’t push away Yechan’s hand wiping his wet hair with the towel he had roughly placed on his head.
“Call me when you’re done.”
Only after receiving a call from the manager urging Yechan, who wasn’t coming down quickly, did Chan let him go and returned to the living room to open the script. Until Chan finished preparing and left, no voice was recorded in the audio that had been full just moments ago.
* * *
The PD of ‘A Day in the Life of a Star’ sitting in the editing room was looking at the recorded files with his chin resting on his hand and unfocused eyes. It was because he had absolutely no idea where to keep and where to cut.
Siwoo asked them to edit all of his morning actions that he had done without knowing there was filming, but Evan asked them to use any scene they wanted for the program’s entertainment. It was just words, but it was like silent pressure not to bother editing the morning scenes. And as someone who prioritized broadcasting, he couldn’t miss any of those scenes.
So that part seemed safe to go with trusting Evan, but the problem arose in the footage filmed of Yechan and Chan.
Although Evan and Siwoo hadn’t officially openly announced it, there was no one who didn’t know they were dating.
After Evan’s proposal and Siwoo’s ‘imprinting’ statement, numerous paparazzi attached themselves to them, and one of them had fearlessly exposed their love affair. And what he received was a lawsuit and a private meeting with Evan.
He never said what words were exchanged between Evan and the reporter, but he went around spreading the word that if you want to live a comfortable and ordinary life, absolutely don’t publish that article. Just pretend you don’t know…….
Anyway, that’s how they are.
What about Yechan and Chan then? A relationship between an alpha and beta? Although there’s misunderstanding about whether he’s beta or omega, anyway, beyond that, this time it’s alpha and alpha?
So there are two couples in the Ocean group? How should the editing direction be, and the subtitles written playfully to enhance the atmosphere, and how should the music be laid down?
Chan and Yechan were stuck together in the morning, and from the next footage they were divided into pictorial shooting and drama filming. And because Chan’s drama filming went long, the two eating a late-night snack fell through.
Instead, Chan, who came in later than Yechan, slept in Yechan’s room, who had already fallen asleep first.
“Ah, I really don’t know.”
The PD, who had been pulling his hair, blankly watched a cold Americano being placed on the table.
“PD-nim, we just got a call from Ocean’s Evan, and he said don’t worry and edit it interestingly thinking about the broadcast and air it. He knows what you’re worrying about, and it’s right what you’re thinking.”
Looking at the main writer conveying important words, the PD refreshingly gulped down the cold coffee. Either way, it was time to get into editing for the broadcast.
