Ch.168You seem really sensitive.

Working with a PD you’ve collaborated with multiple times has quite a few advantages.

First of all, the filming speed itself was overwhelmingly fast.

Because they know the actor’s tendencies and acting style.

This makes directing much easier.

‘And if the actor is extremely good at acting, the acceleration becomes ridiculous.’

PD Kim Youngmo, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, glanced at Kim Donghu.

‘How does he act so much like an art student?’

Of course, it might be quite different from how real art students behave.

But he was perfectly embodying Han Doyun, the art student in the script.

They might be getting tired of praising each other’s acting skills by now.

But Kim Donghu’s acting and appearance were flawless no matter what.

In reality.

‘Even just looking at him now, it’s simply unbelievable.’

Kim Donghu in the camera was Han Doyun himself.

‘Sujin’s acting skills have improved a lot too.’

It’s just that her comparison point is Kim Donghu.

Objectively speaking, the Jung Subin portrayed by Kim Sujin was quite impressive.

“…So are you suggesting we get married or something?”

“That’s right, let’s get married. Wait, I mean just for a little while.”

Han Doyun and Jung Subin in the camera finally bring up the topic of a fake marriage.

The two became part of the same group in a liberal arts class.

Through various circumstances, they became close and accidentally learned about each other’s financial situations.

Both desperately poor.

Uncertain if they could even attend the next semester due to lack of tuition.

Even if they solved their immediate money problems, their future looked bleak.

The solution that emerged was marriage.

“Just until graduation, you know that getting married lowers your income bracket, right? Between college students, it’s almost the lowest bracket.”

Tak.

Han Doyun downed his soju shot and put down the glass with a pleading look.

They were already on their fourth bottle.

Two bottles each, so it wouldn’t be strange if they were starting to feel tipsy.

“…No, but does that even make sense to just do something like that?”

Jung Subin frowned and replied as if it made no sense.

The option seemed too extreme.

“This is the most ideal solution.”

“No, why is that ideal? You could just take out a loan!”

“The National Scholarship Foundation loan has the lowest interest.”

“…”

Jung Subin was left speechless at Han Doyun’s words.

He was right.

The best loan foundation available to college students.

Moreover, it was the only place where you could borrow living expenses with extremely low interest.

That was only possible through the Korea Scholarship Foundation.

“No, but still, getting married…”

“We don’t need to have a wedding ceremony or anything, just filing the marriage registration is enough.”

Being adults, they didn’t even need to consult their parents.

Just agree with each other and file the paperwork, that’s it.

The marriage itself would be simply completed.

“But, but it leaves a divorce record! Don’t you know how much that affects you later?!”

At Jung Subin’s practical concern, Han Doyun made a face that said it didn’t matter.

“These days, getting divorced once isn’t a flaw.”

“You know how unconvincing that answer is, right, senior?”

“But you said you weren’t going to get married anyway.”

“What?”

“You said it before, because your family situation is difficult… that as soon as you get your accountant certification, you’ll get a job right away and won’t have time to think about marriage.”

I don’t plan to either, so it doesn’t matter. That’s why we can do this.

The moment she heard that answer, Jung Subin’s pupils trembled.

This was the part where narration and CG should come in.

In Jung Subin’s mind, reality and future were simultaneously depicted.

‘Even if I earn money from tutoring… I have to use it for tuition, realistically the money I can use for myself is too little.’

Her dormitory roommate was disgusting too.

She never washed, was always loud, and played computer games until dawn, disturbing her sleep.

Sometimes when she brought men over, Subin thought she was truly insane.

Getting a tuition waiver in her current situation would be incredibly significant.

It meant all her tutoring money could be used as discretionary funds.

It meant escaping the life of always eating cafeteria food or rice balls.

Back to reality.

The handsome art student senior appeared before Jung Subin’s eyes.

Solid muscles and sculptured looks that made one wonder why he chose art school.

A personality that explained his popularity.

Large, thick hands exuding masculinity.

He was the textbook definition of the prince she used to draw with crayons in kindergarten.

‘Honestly, just looking at physical aspects, if I were to marry someone, Doyun senior…’

Shake, shake.

Jung Subin quickly shook her head.

No matter what, wrong was wrong.

Getting married for tuition?

Although it was an opportunity to save millions of won.

‘Wait, millions?’

No, still, wrong was wrong.

What kind of marriage was this?

“N-no way! I don’t want to!”

“Really? That’s too bad.”

“Too bad?”

“Yeah, I thought it would work well with you, so I suggested it. It’s a shame.”

What was he disappointed about?

Marrying me? Or missing the easiest opportunity to save money?

‘Bad senior, you should be clear about these things.’

He only knows how to smile handsomely.

This part really bothered her.

So Han Doyun and Jung Subin continued drinking in silence for a while.

‘How did I end up drinking at Doyun senior’s apartment anyway?’

Was it because of an assignment?

Then seeing the fridge full of alcohol and saying something.

Was it because it had been a long time?

Her memory was hazy.

She wasn’t particularly fond of alcohol.

But being in her twenties, she had some desire to drink.

When told she could drink without worrying about money, the alcohol went down smoothly.

“…Aren’t you drinking too much?”

“You said I could drink it all, senior.”

“No, but you look really drunk now…”

“Senior!”

Bang!

Suddenly Jung Subin slammed the bottle on the table.

After drinking about four bottles by herself.

For some unknown reason, Jung Subin was angry.

“If we get married! Can you! Kiss! Me?!”

“Uh, what?”

“Kissssss…! That’s what people do when they get marriiiied.”

What’s wrong with her?

Is she really drunk?

Normally, Han Doyun would have sensed something was off and taken care of Jung Subin, but.

“…Yeah, married people kiss.”

Unfortunately, Han Doyun had also drunk about 3 bottles trying to keep up with Jung Subin’s pace.

His life’s maximum.

His limit.

A brain that has reached that point doesn’t function smoothly.

“Then! Can you kiss me, senior?”

“I can, can’t I?”

“You can? Ha! Liar.”

Jung Subin looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror in the studio apartment.

A face without any makeup and carelessly tied hair.

A faded gray hoodie and sweatpants with holes at the knees.

She didn’t feel any romantic appeal at all.

“You’re just saying nice things, liar.”

“No, I really can, I’m telling you?”

“Eh, eh? Ehhhhh?”

Jung Subin shook her head and slowly moved closer to Han Doyun.

“Then do it.”

“What?”

“I said do iiiiit!”

Whoosh!

When they were close enough.

Jung Subin lunged straight for Han Doyun’s lips.

To be honest.

When a drunk woman suddenly attempts to crash her lips into yours.

No matter how drunk a man is, the probability of rejecting this is 100%.

The manga-like scenario where someone steals a kiss by surprise doesn’t exist in reality.

So how is it possible?

It’s because the man pretends to be surprised but doesn’t actually reject it.

Tuk.

Lips meet lips.

Tongues don’t mingle.

Up to this point was a peck.

This part was directed.

But.

As they say, experience is formidable.

Subin, no, Kim Sujin instinctively slipped her tongue slightly between her lips.

Unlike having a premeditated desire to mingle tongues.

It was an instinctive action remembering the kisses she had shared with Kim Donghu.

Yes, it wasn’t Han Doyun and Jung Subin’s kiss.

It was Kim Donghu and Kim Sujin’s kiss.

Which means.

‘Uh, what?!’

Kim Sujin was no longer immersed in her role.

Her mind suddenly cleared.

‘Why isn’t there a cut sign?’

Normally this would be where it ends.

But the cut sign didn’t come.

That meant continue acting.

‘Like this? Continue like this?’

With her tongue slightly inserted? Was she supposed to improvise from here?

As Kim Sujin’s mind was about to become chaotic.

“Marriage doesn’t end with just kisses.”

Kim Donghu, still immersed in his role as Han Doyun, continued his lines.

A single line delivered after briefly separating their lips.

“…I know.”

With those words, Kim Sujin quickly immersed herself back into her role.

“You do know.”

Saying that, their lips meet again.

This time she was determined not to stick out her tongue.

But naturally, their tongues intertwined.

Very briefly.

Just the tips touching, then separating like fingers gently scratching a palm.

“I said I could marry you after considering all these aspects.”

Han Doyun’s final line concluding the scene.

With those words.

“Cuuuuut!”

PD Kim Youngmo’s satisfied cut sign echoed through the set.

“Kim Donghu Kim Donghu Kim Donghu! Donghu!!! Sujin!!! You two are determined to make our drama a huge hit!”

At the clearly excited PD Kim Youngmo’s words.

Han Doyun, no, Kim Donghu smiled awkwardly.

“Of course it should be a hit.”

“Y-yes, of course!”

Kim Sujin also echoed those words while glancing at Kim Donghu.

That last line kept echoing in her head.

‘It must be acting, improvisation.’

Somehow she wished it had been sincere.

+++++

After filming.

During a short break.

I was admiring Sujin, who had inserted her tongue in the previous scene.

‘To think she would finish the scene so spectacularly.’

They said her acting had improved lately.

I never dreamed she would pay attention to such detailed aspects.

‘So that’s why she wanted to film a romantic comedy with me.’

Certainly, she couldn’t do this kind of thing with someone else.

“Hmm?”

Why did I conclude that she couldn’t do it with someone else?

Setting aside this puzzling conclusion, I lay down askew on the waiting room sofa.

‘They said we’ll film one more time in about 10 minutes… maybe I’ll close my eyes for a bit.’

Normally I could rest in the van too.

But with a waiting room available, it seemed bothersome to go all the way there.

Just as I was about to rest.

Knock knock.

“Who is it?”

“It’s me, Kim Sujin.”

Sujin suddenly entered the waiting room.

Click.

As soon as she announced her name, Sujin came in.

Click.

She naturally closed the door and locked it.

“…The PD said we could make our kiss scene more intense.”

“Really?”

She came to ask about that, but why did she lock the door?

I looked at Sujin with a puzzled expression.

“And he said it would be good to have some skinship if we’re both okay with it.”

“That much? Will it pass the censors?”

Is that even allowed?

“Yes, no problem, no problem.”

Saying that, Sujin stared at me intently.

“I… think I won’t be able to concentrate when the time comes, so let’s practice now.”

“Practice? What practice?”

A moment of silence.

A few seconds passed.

Sujin opened her mouth.

“…Kissing with skinship.”

As soon as I heard those words, I smiled with my eyes.

“Shall we, honey?”

“…W-what are you saying all of a sudden! I don’t know, you idiot! Forget it!”

With those final words, Sujin hurriedly tried to leave.

Realizing she had locked the door herself, she unlocked it and rushed outside.

She was incredibly cute.

‘But kissing with skinship.’

Suddenly I became worried.

When we tried it before.

‘Will she be able to hold back her moans?’

She seemed really sensitive.