Chapter 60: Record Deletion
“Excuse me, reporter. I’m sorry, but that kind of question is a bit…….”
Ko Gyeongmin laughed awkwardly, trying to cut off the question. Lee Euna shrugged her shoulders as if she was surprised. The expected script was flipped over and over.
“Oh my. You’re so protective of him.”
“I’m sorry. Muyoung doesn’t use the internet much.”
“Really? I thought he used SNS.”
She ran her hand down the back of her neck, as if her interest had completely died. It was definitely a difficult question. A comparison of looks with Unta, who had a large fanbase!
‘Who wants to see someone die?’
Saying that he was good-looking himself would be the stupidest answer, and saying that Unta was better would make him seem fake and get him criticized.
And if he claimed that ‘comparing looks is not allowed,’ people would say that he was being arrogant for a rookie and giving advice to the public. It was obvious without even seeing it.
‘Muyoung, get a grip on yourself.’
Ko Gyeongmin nodded his head lightly and gave Muyoung a hint. It was strange. Maeil Daily wasn’t usually this tough. It was actually ‘Oncepatch,’ which specialized in private lives, that was difficult.
“So, let’s move on to the next question. In
Muyoung smiled awkwardly and looked at Ko Gyeongmin again. “Brother, what’s going on here? Does our company not get along with them?”
“Reporter, that’s also something that hasn’t wrapped up yet, so it’s difficult.”
Once filming is complete, the production company will arrange related interviews, which will be solely focused on promoting the movie. Then, they can share all sorts of stories, with everyone’s mutual agreement.
“Oh. Um…….”
An awkward silence. Lee Euna clicked her pen cap and said nothing. Well, it looked like she had nothing more to ask.
“You keep saying no to everything, so I can’t proceed.”
Where did the friendly atmosphere from the beginning go?
It had dried up like a drought.
“What about this? Assistant director Park Sangil resigned because of this incident. Do you have anything to say about that?”
“Oh. Um…….”
“Some people say it was too harsh a measure. Because, as an assistant director, supporting actors should stand out more than extras. Ah. This is also similar to what I said earlier, right? Haha. All the questions are the same.”
There couldn’t possibly be nothing to ask.
There were countless questions tailored to his career, such as his philosophy and reflections on acting, his future mindset, or what he thought about an actor’s life.
‘They just chase gossip.’
But Lee Euna only intended to use Muyoung to generate views, and she was very blatant about it. Muyoung raised his hand and asked for a moment’s permission.
“Sorry, I need to use the bathroom.”
“Huh? Okay. Let’s take a short break. We haven’t done much anyway. Haha.”
When Muyoung went upstairs, Ko Gyeongmin and Junho quickly took their positions. Junho’s job was to sit in Muyoung’s place and keep the reporter company.
“Hello, reporter. I’m Im Junho, the MD of BORNTORE. I’m Muyoung’s high school friend.”
“Oh, really? Birds of a feather flock together…… Oh! Of course, I mean that in a good way. Don’t get me wrong. Really. You’re both good-looking and work in similar industries.”
“Of course. We’re actually thinking of publishing an article on our side too.”
While he kept the reporter’s attention, Ko Gyeongmin had to discuss the situation with Muyoung on the mezzanine floor. Muyoung pushed his hair back, unable to hide his confusion.
“Did I do something wrong, maybe?”
“No. That can’t be. It’s strange. The boss definitely said there wouldn’t be anything like this. Of course, they’ll try to bury the assistant director incident, but it won’t matter much.”
“The expected questions you gave me only covered the beginning. And they were all really trivial.”
He didn’t expect them to ask so directly and be disappointed. Na Geumdong said he had reached an agreement with the newspaper, so it should have been fine. But since it was an actor’s first interview, the company had put a lot of effort into it.
“Gosh. What should I do about this?”
He couldn’t bring in a reporter and not say a word. But answering the questions was risky, as they were all sharp. Muyoung leaned against the wall and crossed his arms.
“Can’t we just cancel it?”
“That doesn’t make sense. You’ll be immediately blacklisted. Reporters have huge egos, and if they’re treated like that, word spreads fast.”
I wish I could just ask you to leave as you came.
But since that’s not possible, it’s a shame. Muyoung glanced downstairs and fell into deep thought.
He could see the back of Junho’s head as he struggled on his friend’s behalf.
“As a rookie, I need a good article quickly. But that’s absolutely not okay. It’s basically impolite.”
Does only a sword kill people? A pen can also hold someone’s life in its hands. If a reporter has malicious intent, there’s nothing more tiring and difficult.
“Well, I guess there’s nothing I can do. I’ll try my best to answer well.”
“……You?”
Ugh. Ko Gyeongmin repeatedly washed his dry face.
He knew Muyoung’s personality very well, so it was maddening. He might say something nuclear at any moment.
“Don’t you trust me?”
“No. Junho said your brain is in your throat, not your head. It just pops out immediately.”
“Why did he say something like that?”
“Wait, let me think a little more. I’ll call the boss first……”
Ko Gyeongmin, looking anxious, went to a corner to find Na Geumdong’s phone number.
Muyoung had nothing to do, so he leaned blankly on the railing and looked down. Then, whoosh.
“Huh? Where were you?”
A chill ran through the air as a ghost appeared, hanging from the wall. Muyoung tapped her feet and sighed deeply.
“I’m going crazy. I really don’t know if I’ll be able to take good pictures like this.”
-……Is that reporter the problem?
Muyoung looked up at her.
The ghost smiled coolly, and Muyoung gasped as he remembered something.
“Did you wait long?”
“Um. No. Your friend speaks well. He should be holding a microphone, not working in fashion.”
“Oh, come on. It depends on who you’re talking to. It’s easier when the other person is good.”
“Hahaha! You’re really skilled!”
Wow. So slick. Junho had already warmed up the reporter’s mood. Like adding a small spark to the cold atmosphere. I hope this mood continues—
“So, can I ask another question? About assistant director Park Sangil?”
Tsk. Work is work, and small talk is small talk, I guess. The reporter didn’t seem like she was going to back down. Ko Gyeongmin looked defeated, as his call to Na Geumdong hadn’t gone through.
“Excuse me, reporter—”
“Yes, of course. I’ll tell you everything.”
Just as Ko Gyeongmin was about to awkwardly persuade her, Muyoung cut him off. The eyes of the three people widened in surprise. Really?
“I was too cautious after inviting the reporter here. I guess that’s inevitable since I’m a rookie. Please understand.”
“Oh, of course. As long as I can hear something interesting now.”
Lee Euna smiled and took a sip of her coffee. The drink was still more than half full. Muyoung stared at it and muttered,
“But before that, I have a question. You said you write down even the smallest details, right? Do you also deal with content that isn’t recorded?”
“Records? What do you mean?”
“Anything other than what you’re typing on your laptop or what’s recorded on your recorder.”
“No, I can’t use that. It’s the same for other reporters. We have to keep records in some way so that if a problem arises later, it’s clear for everyone. If it doesn’t exist, we don’t write about it.”
Oh, I see.
Muyoung’s eyes sparkled as he relaxed his body. Then it was fine. There was nothing to worry about.
“Hmm. What should I tell you first? Assistant Director Park Sangil. Actually, we didn’t have a good impression of each other from the start. He kept saying stuff about my face……”
Muyoung recalled their first meeting and told the story fluently. Did this guy go crazy after going to the bathroom? Junho looked shocked, and the reporter couldn’t hide her growing smile.
“Really?”
“Yes. There were some signs of that from the beginning. But I didn’t expect him to do that on set. Luckily, it was resolved.”
Tap-tap-tap!
The reporter’s fingers danced across the keyboard like Beethoven playing Moonlight Sonata. She was determined not to miss a single word Muyoung said! Like a fisherman casting a tight net, she kept raising the tension higher and higher.
“So?”
“What else is there? Luckily, some fans offered to help with my makeup—”
Muyoung satisfied the reporter’s curiosity completely, recalling even the smallest details. The more he did, the worse Junho’s and Ko Gyeongmin’s expressions became.
“Muyoung!”
The manager, in particular, was almost in tears.
If it were up to him, he’d want to cover Muyoung’s mouth. But since they were in front of a reporter, he couldn’t do that. And look at that relaxed posture!
“Shh. Brother, it’s okay. Just wait a moment.”
Muyoung covered his mouth with his finger, telling him not to interfere. Ko Gyeongmin slumped down, looking like his soul had left his body. Junho also sipped his tea, looking at Muyoung like he was crazy.
“Wow! Really!”
As time passed, she became so ecstatic she was about to lose her mind. No celebrity had ever opened up like this before. She even clapped her hands and gave him a thumbs-up.
“Muyoung, you’re going to be huge. You’re so straightforward!”
“Just write a good article. That’s all I need.”
“Of course, I’ll put my whole heart into it……”
At that moment, the coffee cup next to the laptop fell over on its own and drenched the keyboard and pants.
Splash!
“Huh?”
It happened in the blink of an eye.
Lee Euna stared blankly at the fallen cup and at Muyoung.
“Did, did I do that?”
“Yes. You hit it while clapping just now.”
She didn’t feel anything? Blink, blink. Since it happened so suddenly, it took Lee Euna a while to understand the situation. Muyoung was the first to move.
“The keyboard is soaked. What do we do?”
Rumble—
He grabbed a bunch of tissues and started scrubbing the keyboard.
After doing that a few times, a blue screen appeared with an error message.
“Oh no! Oh no!”
“Whoa. No way. What do we do?”
“Just a moment. Ah! This can’t be!”
She tried to shake out the coffee, but the laptop was already soaked. Junho and Ko Gyeongmin looked at each other in confusion. Wha, what’s happening……?
“Everything you wrote must be gone now.”
“Oh. That can’t happen. Oh, really……”
“Junho, go dry it with a hairdryer. Reporter, come this way for a moment. I’ll give you some clothes to change into. They’re not much, though.”
Muyoung guided her and gestured to Junho. Junho, receiving the signal, took the laptop and headed straight to the bathroom.
Ko Gyeongmin, who didn’t understand what was going on, just wiped the table and looked around.
Bang!
Once inside the bathroom, Junho placed the laptop on the sink and turned on the faucet without hesitation.
Whoosh!
He would soak every corner, making sure no part could be salvaged.
Meanwhile, Muyoung handed her some sweatpants and comforted her.
“Don’t worry too much. Even if the laptop is gone, you still have the recorder.”
“Well, that’s true. Oh, I feel so indebted. What should I do?”
“It’s okay. Since you’re a reporter, this is only natural.”
Muyoung smiled warmly and left the room.
“Take your time changing.”
Bang!
Muyoung closed the door and looked toward the living room. There was Ko Gyeongmin, cleaning diligently, and a ghost making noise in front of the recorder.
‘If you play it back, you’ll be surprised.’
Instead of Muyoung’s voice, there would only be strange noises recorded. Talking about the filming set itself wasn’t a problem. After all, it was something all the staff knew about.
‘But, as you said, you can’t use it carelessly, right?’
There wouldn’t be any records, after all.