Kim Hojun starting again
Video okay?
Absolutely not. Not that kind of atmosphere
What is it this time?
Kim Hojun definitely started the shit first
Gi Siyoung did scratch at him first though lol
What did he say?
Siyoung can get away with it though lol
Couldn’t hear it well but anyway Gi Siyoung did make a shit-eating face when the director mentioned Kim Hojun was cast
Well… Gi Siyoung fucking hates any noise around his projects
Were the two of them always on bad terms?
From what I heard, Kim Hojun’s ex-girlfriend dumped him after filming a drama with Gi Siyoung
Wow lol Transfer?
No no They didn’t date, she just dumped him
Crazy lololololol That’s bold. But if I were her and kissed Gi Siyoung then met Kim Hojun outside, I’d have dead fish eyes too
Damn… Poor Hojuni
Who’s Kim Hojun’s ex-girlfriend?
SSY
Wow birds of a feather lololol
If it were me, I wouldn’t date SSY either
SSY? She seemed nice? Worked with her before
Those types are always nice to other staff lol
Keep the updates coming please
Okay lololololol
Everyone must have been participating in this group chat because even the outside noise had quieted down. Seungun took his eyes off the screen and stared at the two people facing off. No, to be precise, it was three people. The director was stuck in the middle, unable to do this or that, anxious like someone trying to preemptively block fists that could fly out at any moment.
If this continued and they both started calling each other sons of bitches and fighting before saying they were backing out, the big project would go up in smoke. Of course, once you’ve signed a contract it’s not easy to back out, but if it was Gi Siyoung, who was as loaded with capital as a walking corporation, he might be able to—it was a serious concern as a director.
“Let’s do well, Siyoung-ah. We’re all here because we want this to work out.”
But an actor was an actor. Kim Hojun smiled his people-pleasing smile and blathered on.
“And when your elder’s glass is empty, you should promptly refill it. What’s a young guy like you doing?”
“Ah, I’m fine—”
The director waved his hand.
“Oh right. That’s right, you love alcohol. Enough to even drive after drinking.”
Gi Siyoung cut off the director’s words and retorted. Then he smiled sweetly and tilted back his soju glass. Kim Hojun’s face crumpled like it was making a cracking sound.
“That was just bad luck. What was I supposed to do when no matter how many times I called, no designated drivers would come? So I had no choice but to drive. And I only moved it a tiny bit anyway.”
“That’s like murdering someone and saying you didn’t commit murder.”
There were barbs in the playfully delivered words. The staff’s fingers became even busier under the table. Seungun quietly turned on the voice recorder on his phone. Since he wasn’t the object of interest here—hell, even Myeongwoo had his head buried in his phone—no one noticed him turning on the recorder.
“Ease up on the grip. Your veins are going to pop out.”
Gi Siyoung said, looking at Kim Hojun’s hand gripping the glass tightly.
“Ah, Hojun’s been working out hard lately so the veins on his hands—”
Despite the director’s tearful efforts…
“Same with your acting. Watching you today, you were acting with way too much force.”
Gi Siyoung showed no signs of stopping.
“You know what?”
“Know what?”
“Viewers these days are really smart. They get uncomfortable watching and think, ‘Ah, this guy’s just reciting memorized lines.’ Earlier too, when the lines got even a little longer, your pronunciation got all mushy. You do know we’re using up all the on-set film today, right?”
“What?”
“I appreciate you helping with good intentions, but when everyone here gathered wanting things to go well, you went a bit too far.”
Everyone was broadcasting live to the group chat, so except for Seungun, no one saw the face of Kim Hojun sitting diagonally across. Red then blue. Like a traffic light. It was the first time Seungun learned a person’s face could change color moment by moment like that.
“You little shit, you think you can say whatever—!”
Splash—!
At the sound of water that wouldn’t even appear in third-rate dramas anymore, heads that had been bowed like rice stalks all rose in unison. The staff’s eyes widened to the size of bowls. But their gazes weren’t on Gi Siyoung, but elsewhere. Seungun calmly opened his eyes. Alcohol dripped from his soaked bangs. Right beside him, he felt Gi Siyoung’s blatant stare.
“Oh my god, Seungun-ah!”
Startled, Myeongwoo frantically pulled out restaurant napkins. Then he began wiping the wet face for him.
“A-are you okay?”
As he did so, Myeongwoo was inwardly impressed. Seungun was truly a crazy person in a good way. If their positions had been switched, even though he had a reputation for having no rough edges in his personality, he wouldn’t have been able to take a face full of alcohol for Gi Siyoung.
“Yes, I’m fine.”
“……”
And on top of that, he was calm without any change in expression. Myeongwoo even became convinced that if he ever quit working on sets, Seungun would be manager material to succeed him.
“W-who are you? Suddenly jumping out from somewhere—!”
Kim Hojun shouted in embarrassment. He pointed at the unfamiliar face that had popped up out of nowhere and yelled for him to identify himself, not apologizing. Now the director sat with his mouth firmly shut, his face pale blue, unmoving. A terrible look of defeat settled heavily on his rigid face. He might have been scolding his past self for persuading Gi Siyoung to participate in the company dinner.
“I’m actor Gi Siyoung’s manager.”
It was a sentence he’d said dozens of times just today alone.
Seungun recited it again without missing a single particle.
“Oh my, what do we do? You’re all wet!”
“It’s fine, I’m fine.”
“What do you mean fine! Your clothes are all ruined too!”
Myeongwoo deliberately made a big fuss.
“……”
It was then that Gi Siyoung, who had been sitting quietly, suddenly began turning his head around. With sharp eyes like someone looking for the last missing puzzle piece, he carefully scanned the faces gathered around the table. At the ominous movement, Kim Hojun raised his voice.
“Wh-what are you looking at like that?”
But his eye contact was unstable, as if he knew what he’d done was a dirty deed.
“Where did your manager go?”
“Why, why do you care about my manager?”
“He was here just a few minutes ago. Since this side got wet, your manager should get equally wet too for it to be fair.”
Gi Siyoung’s voice was so matter-of-fact that it was all the more terrifying. The staff had now forgotten even to livestream to the group chat and just stared blankly at their standoff. No one was thinking of mediating.
“I’m asking you, where did he go?”
“I don’t know either. You think I follow my manager’s ass around? And your manager suddenly jumped in—what do you want me to do about it? Is that my fault? It’s your manager’s fault!”
The one who farted gets angry, and he was exactly that type. That’s when it happened. The door opened with a rattle. Speak of the tiger and it appears—Kim Hojun’s manager, who had been at his spot until a few minutes ago before disappearing, appeared. Everyone’s heads turned there in unison. At the sudden attention, Kim Hojun’s manager scratched the back of his head as he entered.
“Haha. Sorry for leaving my seat. The phone call ran a bit long.”
As a cameo appearance who wasn’t even invited to the group chat, he was completely clueless about the situation. When everyone moved their heads following the speaker, there weren’t many who noticed Gi Siyoung smoothly standing up from his seat and grabbing a beer glass. Myeongwoo looked shocked and whispered “Siyoung-ah!” in alarm, and Kim Hojun, who witnessed this, also jumped up from his seat.
“Hey! If you’re leaving, you should say you’re leaving before you go!”
“Huh? Hyung-nim, I told you I was going to take a phone call before I left.”
Kim Hojun’s manager felt wronged.
“When did you say you were leaving! You gonna lie? You’re always lying!”
Thwack!
“Agh!”
Kim Hojun jumped up and kicked his manager’s shin. The manager’s neck reddened from being treated roughly in front of everyone.
“Let’s fix that habit of yours today! Follow me out!”
Kim Hojun dragged his fleeing manager outside. In the meantime, Myeongwoo snatched the beer glass from Siyoung’s hand.
“Kim Hojun does look after his own manager at least.”
When a staff member from the filming team muttered, the assistant director next to him clicked his tongue.
“You think that’s looking after him? He’s catching him like catching a rat because it’d be embarrassing if his manager got the same treatment.”
“Huh? Director-nim, are you okay? Director-nim!”
Director Kim, who had been forgotten in everyone’s minds, revealed his presence again with someone’s comment. When a staff member shook the director’s shoulder, the director who had been sitting with an expression like he’d lost the whole world had his head fall backward.
“Ahhh! Director-nim, snap out of it!”
“What about our director!”
“Did he foam at the mouth?”
All the staff rushed to Director Kim. In the chaotic scene where they called for 119, Gi Siyoung calmly moved his steps. Seungun and Myeongwoo hurriedly followed behind him. Kim Hojun’s vehicle that had been in the outdoor parking lot was already gone.
Seungun hurriedly got in the driver’s seat. The inside of the car, which had been turned off, was very humid, though less hot than downtown. As soon as he turned on the engine, he turned on the air conditioning. He roughly rubbed his still soaked hair with his collar to dry it.
“Hurry and get in. Kim Hojun already took off!”
In the meantime, Myeongwoo forcibly seated Siyoung in the back seat and quickly climbed into the passenger seat himself. When Myeongwoo signaled to depart quickly, Seungun stepped on the accelerator. The car started, leaving behind the dark road and bright signs. They exited the large barbecue restaurant parking lot that closed business for the day with one group reservation and drove straight down a road without a single streetlight.
