Ch.79Haha, that’s funny.

In mid-August, Kim Donghu was preparing to watch Ryu Jaerin’s debut performance.

At the Korea Arts High School, commonly known as Daejong High, the drama club “Sparking” was engulfed in a hostile atmosphere.

“Hey, are you really going to do it this way? Is this right?”

“I have no choice. I don’t like it either, but what can I do when there’s no alternative?”

“Even so, does it make sense to say you won’t do it?”

“I’m not saying I won’t do it, I’m saying let’s use a different script.”

Different script.

The moment those words were heard, a desk was instantly overturned.

As if that phrase was some great disgrace.

Kicking the desk, he displayed his rough anger.

“You bastard, are you openly criticizing me? Saying my acting is shit?”

“No, I’m just saying we have different capacities. I’ll only work with actors I want to work with.”

“So I’m not good enough?”

“Yes, I’m sorry, but senior, you can’t handle my script.”

“This is unbelievable!”

Thud.

When the senior, larger than most his age, grabbed his junior by the collar and lifted him up,

the junior went limp like a drowned mouse.

Though his feet couldn’t touch the ground and his face turned red from difficulty breathing,

the junior still continued speaking.

“We agreed to this from the beginning, that’s why I wrote two scripts.”

Senior, get a grip, you can’t handle my script.

Increasingly enraged by the junior’s continued words,

the senior finally threw him to the ground.

Crash!

“Hey, do you know who I am to act like this? Want me to be petty? Do you want me to cut all the investment for the play… the one that’s supposed to be your graduation project?”

“Senior, I’m truly sorry. But it’s still not possible. Even though I don’t have money for tuition, surviving on scholarships and part-time jobs, writing scripts while crouched in a tiny room.”

With my firm artistic integrity, senior, you can’t act with my script.

An endless,

repeatedly looping conversation.

In the junior’s eyes burned a strong determination to put a period to it today.

“Hey, hey, how can you talk to your senior like that? Apologize.”

“I just expressed my honest feelings, and I’ve already been hit, so why should I apologize? The saying ‘the meddling sister-in-law is more hateful’ isn’t for nothing.”

Though socially awkward, his words weren’t wrong.

Right words, perhaps words that get him beaten.

Yet his talent must have been real,

as the other club members no longer intervened in the matter between junior and senior.

Reading the atmosphere, the junior

got up, dusted off his pants, and looked around.

They’re all just privileged kids trying to kiss ass.

Fools who choose the easy path rather than developing their talent.

He couldn’t give his masterpiece to such people.

‘None of you can perform this.’

The junior, or rather Bong Jinwoo’s philosophy and conviction were firm.

“Senior, just pick some mediocre script, do some mediocre acting, receive polite applause, and exit.”

In my opinion, that’s what fits your talent.

At Bong Jinwoo’s words, the senior grabbed his collar again.

But Bong Jinwoo’s expression remained unchanged.

-Hey, you poor bastard, I’ll pay you to write a script

-What’s wrong with you? Create a cool role that I can perform.

-A pretty girl joined the club, should we film a romance with her? What do you think?

Taking revenge for years of verbal abuse, a collar grab was nothing.

Always calling him a poor bastard, mocking him for being an orphan.

Now that he’s the one being mocked, he becomes so aggressive.

‘How narrow-minded.’

Bong Jinwoo smiled coldly and slightly raised his knee.

Normally an unreachable distance.

But possible because his collar was grabbed.

Squish.

He felt his knee connect with the softest part of the male anatomy.

Just a light touch to avoid serious injury.

But that was enough.

“Kuhuck…!”

A man hit in the testicles will inevitably collapse.

Pat pat.

Bong Jinwoo straightened his clothes and picked up the script behind the senior.

“Y-you… wh-who… who are you going to give that to?”

Despite clutching his groin, the senior’s desperate question about the script’s fate

made Bong Jinwoo tilt his head.

“Well, I heard Kim Donghu is enrolling next year, so I might give it to him.”

“H-him… you think he’d follow a poor bastard’s script?!”

At these insulting but realistic words, his grip on the script tightened.

“…If he likes my script, it might be possible.”

I believe in my script.

Saying this, Bong Jinwoo looked at the screenplay he created.

<Story of the Moon and the Stars>

A boy and girl meet,

a passionate romance story born from the hands of a scriptwriter who feels emotions faintly.

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The long-awaited day of Ryu Jaerin’s music broadcast debut.

‘This is my first time watching a music broadcast.’

I arrived at the broadcasting station with curiosity.

I wanted to go to the waiting room and cheer her on, but

that wasn’t possible since Jaerin wasn’t a solo artist.

‘It would be burdensome.’

Plus, there were many watching eyes here, so I needed to be careful.

‘Don’t want rumors to start.’

So I prepared a perfect disguise.

Mask, sunglasses, hat, coat.

Not a single part of my body was exposed.

Of course, such an obvious disguise might look suspicious, but

with everyone here to see idols, no one was paying attention to others.

If I were dressed like this on the street, I’d attract stares.

But everyone was focused on seeing their favorite idols on stage.

They had no energy left to pay attention to me.

‘I should find a spot that doesn’t stand out.’

Because of my ever-growing height.

I took a position at the back and checked my phone.

>Are you here?

<(photo) Yes

>Since we’re rookies, we’re first in the lineup, you’ll see us right away.

>I’ll do my best

<Good luck

>Thanks!!!

A KakaoTalk message arrived at that moment.

And not long after.

“Hello, viewers!”

“Wow! It’s already Thursday, I’ve been waiting sooo much for this!”

The music broadcast began with the MCs’ greetings.

Starting with a live broadcast from the first stage, not a recording.

A choice that would be difficult without confidence in one’s abilities.

“Now this week! For our exciting music time, before we get into it! A new face girl group has appeared?”

“Oh, do I smell flowers somewhere~?”

“Fresh charm! Spreading fragrance! The bewitching flower that draws people in~ Bloombell! Please come out!”

With the MCs’ witty introduction, Bloombell appeared on screen.

‘Jaerin is the center.’

Despite being the youngest, Ryu Jaerin took the center position.

Seeing her on screen like this, I could understand why she was the center.

‘She’s different.’

Even someone who didn’t know her future would believe she’d make it big,

Ryu Jaerin had uniquely bright and gorgeous beauty.

“One, two, three, bright as flowers! Hello, we are Bloombell!”

Then came a brief group introduction.

This showed they were a group with significant investment.

After the introduction ended,

Bloombell exited to prepare for the stage,

and the MCs filled time with small talk.

After a short while.

‘Oh, the lights are going out.’

The stage lights suddenly went out and when they came back on.

Pababapak!

Five brides sitting modestly appeared on stage.

The title track was <Your Only Bride>.

It was immediately clear what concept Bloombell was going for.

Each member wore a different dress to showcase their unique charm.

Among them, Ryu Jaerin wore a hanbok to display her elegant charm.

‘Wow, it’s similar to what Sujin wore.’

Just as I was admiring the detailed stage costume fit for a queen,

the music started and the song began.

But.

‘Huh?’

Just before it started.

I felt like Jaerin was looking directly at me.

What? Must be my imagination?

It’s impossible to find me among so many people.

I dismissed it as just a feeling.

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-I want to be your only bride.

-Can you see our future together?

-Let’s design our wedding together.

Sweet singing voices flowed from the TV.

Normally, she would have changed the channel out of disinterest.

“Hmm?”

Kim Sujin sat on the sofa, gripping the remote with a strange feeling.

“Is that, them?”

Group name and song aside,

the girl smiling elegantly in the center caught her eye.

Ryu Jaerin, was it?

“She’s the one doing school uniform modeling with Kim Donghu.”

Her legs crossed instinctively.

For some reason, her brow furrowed.

‘Everyone else is wearing Western dresses, but she’s alone in a wedding hanbok style.’

She couldn’t understand why, but it was strangely unpleasant.

Moreover.

‘When she looks at the camera, her gaze shifts to the side once in a while.’

Who is she looking at?

Of course, it could be just her imagination.

It’s natural for rookies to not look directly at cameras.

In fact, other members in the same group had similar wandering gazes.

But,

But.

There was something different about Ryu Jaerin’s wandering gaze.

‘Is Kim Donghu in front of the stage?’

Surely not.

Just as she was about to dismiss it as an excessive delusion,

the camera briefly panned across the audience.

“Kim Donghu! Unbelievable!”

Kim Sujin jumped up.

No matter how thorough his disguise, it was useless.

No disguise could hide his aura.

And because it was the aura of the man she loved, she could identify him even faster.

Having matched rhythms together,

performing emotional scenes more intensely than anyone else, Kim Sujin could recognize his disguise.

“…So she’s wearing that outfit, calling Kim Donghu over, and singing ‘your only bride~’?”

Crack.

Her grip on the remote tightened.

Just as anger was welling up,

Ryu Jaerin grabbed the microphone and fixed her gaze on the camera while singing.

Somehow, Kim Sujin sensed provocation hidden in that gaze.

“…What a bold girl, clinging to Kim Donghu?”

Our families already know each other, we even had Christmas dinner together.

How dare you cross the line after just modeling school uniforms together? Don’t you know your place?

Anger rose to the top of her head, then suddenly dropped like a lie.

“Haha, interesting.”

She couldn’t help but laugh.

“Keep going.”

Struggle all you want, I’ll show you who’s real.

How arrogant and futile your struggle is.

She needed to make that perfectly clear.