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Chapter 600 Moonlight Swallows (5.2K)

Finally, as time passed, filming for "20th Century Girl" came to an end.

The final scene of the film is also the last scene in the movie, in which Bora, played by Kim Yoo-jung, rushes to the train station platform and meets Bong Yun-ho, played by Kwon Hyun-hyuk, for the last time.

Fortunately, the two realized their feelings for each other before parting ways, but cruelly, they were separated as soon as their feelings were confirmed, embarking on a long-distance relationship.

On set, a prop green locomotive simulated the distinctive "ch-ch" sound of a steam engine, creating a farewell atmosphere reminiscent of the 1990s.

The platform scenery was so realistic that the air seemed to be thick with the sorrow of parting.

"All departments, prepare!" Director Fang Youli's voice came through the loudspeaker, sounding more serious than usual.

"Action!"

Kim Yoo-jung burst out of the entrance like an arrow released from a bow, panting heavily after running all the way, her cheeks flushed from the exertion and anxiety.

Her gaze swept frantically through the crowd, and her panic and urgency were so real that Fang Youli, watching from behind the monitor, was quite satisfied.

Kim Yoo-jung completely dedicated herself to the role of Bora.

Not far away, Kwon Hyun-hyuk, who plays "Feng Yunhao," stands beside a train about to depart, carrying a simple bag.

He watched her run towards him, his eyes filled with an extremely complicated expression.

His eyes held a complex expression, like a bottomless lake. There was surprise at suddenly seeing her, relief at finally being waited for, and a heavy, impending pain of separation.

Off-camera, director Fang Youli held his breath, watching a close-up of Quan Xuanhe's eyes on the monitor—the emotions contained within were so distinct that they almost overflowed the screen.

The director was even reluctant to yell "Cut".

Kim Yoo-jung's performance in this scene is very important; she bravely confirms her feelings and pours out her heart while crying.

Kim Yoo-jung staggered and stopped a step away from Kwon Hyun-hyuk, her chest heaving violently.

Before she could catch her breath from running, an even stronger surge of emotions overwhelmed her.

Tears rolled down her cheeks without warning, gushing out like a burst dam, instantly blurring her vision and leaving clear tear tracks on her fair face.

It was an uncontrollable outburst after emotions had accumulated to the extreme. Kim Yoo-jung choked up, incoherently expressing her feelings. Every word seemed to have been soaked in tears, carrying the girl's unreserved sincerity and despair.

"Yunhao... Waaah... Feng Yunhao!"

Tears streamed down her face, and she cried without restraint, her tears and snot mingling together, her voice distorted and strained from sobbing.

I like you! Did you hear me?! I like you so much!

As for why he cried, there were too many complex emotions involved.

This was the final emotional climax, and everyone put their heart into filming it.

After Kim Yoo-jung finished crying, Kwon Hyun-hyuk continued to cry after boarding the train.

Imagine two young lovers who have just confirmed their feelings for each other, only to face separation in different countries. That must be a very painful experience.

The train emitted a low whistle as the doors slowly closed.

Yun Hao took one last deep look at her, as if he wanted to capture her image forever, before resolutely turning around and getting into the car.

When the small, tearful figure on the platform was completely out of sight, and the camera shifted to Kwon Heon-hyuk, even more tears rolled down his cheeks silently.

His emotions were no longer suppressed; they were a silent farewell, a pain so intense it was almost unbearable, a pain so profound it was suffocating.

Youthful angst literature is all about being painful enough!
That was a really great performance.

The train slowly started in the morning light, accelerated, and carried innocent love and a heavy future into the distance.

Paula stood there, tears still wet on her face, the wind blowing her clothes and hair. She watched the carriage gradually shrink until it disappeared completely from sight.

Director Fang Youli's loud and satisfied shout of "Cut!!!" echoed throughout the platform.

"Thank you everyone for your hard work! Filming for '20th Century Girl' has officially wrapped up!!!"

The staff applauded and hugged each other to celebrate the end of the long filming period.

Kim Yoo-jung remained standing in the same spot, her shoulders slightly slumped, as if she had not yet completely broken free from the body of "Bora," and was trying to adjust her emotions.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk pushed open the car door and strode out. He raised his hand and patted her shoulder reassuringly, his voice gentle: "It's over, Yoo-jung. You've worked hard, you did a great job."

Kim Yoo-jung looked up at him pitifully, noticing that his eyes were also red and swollen, but he seemed to have quickly detached himself from the emotions of filming. She couldn't help but sniffle and say something.

"Oppa, it's over so quickly?"

It sounded a little strange, but seeing Kim Yoo-jung's tearful and pitiful state, I didn't say anything.

Kim Yoo-jung, however, seemed to have found an outlet. She sobbed and hugged him tightly, burying her tear-streaked, makeup-smudged face in his broad chest.

Her body was still trembling slightly, as if she wanted to release all the grievances she had just experienced in the role and the hidden resentment she felt in reality through this embrace.

Holding her petite and delicate body in my arms still evokes a strong protective instinct.

That night.

The production team booked out a high-end Korean barbecue restaurant to hold a wrap party specially for Kwon Hyun-hyuk.

The enclosed space was instantly filled with an atmosphere of relaxation, joy, and relief, marking the end of nearly four months of intense filming.

The air was filled with the sizzling aroma of grilled meat, the rich scent of liquor, and bursts of laughter.

"Thank you for your hard work!"

"Director, thank you for your guidance!"

Cheers, everyone! Fighting!!!

The staff toasted each other and chatted about the fun and hard work during filming.

Director Fang Youli, beaming with pride, took turns toasting the lead actors and the creative team, his words filled with affirmation and anticipation for the work.

This is her directorial debut, and to be able to work with the 'golden touch' Kwon Heon-hyuk in her very first film is quite a stroke of luck.

The photographers, lighting crew, and stagehands also dropped their usual serious demeanor and started laughing and joking loudly.

Kwon Heon-hyuk was undoubtedly the focus of the entire event.

He appeared relaxed and casual today, having changed out of his costume and into a comfortable sweatshirt and casual pants.

He accepted every toast from colleagues, regardless of their seniority, his smile sincere and infectious.

"Xuanhe-xi, it was a pleasure working with you! I look forward to the next time!"

"Thank you for your hard work, Hyunhyuk oppa! Your performance was amazing!"

He handled himself with grace, neither overly humble nor arrogant, perfectly showcasing his social charm and approachable nature despite being a top influencer.

When he first entered the industry, he worked hard to befriend everyone, but now he no longer needs to do so.

Kim Yoo-jung sat next to Kwon So-hyuk. She had calmed down by now, and her cheeks were flushed from drinking a little alcohol. She watched Kwon So-hyuk move around the crowd with ease, accepting praise and thanks, her eyes sparkling.

The disappointment of wrapping up filming and the resentment of not "getting what they wanted" were temporarily masked by excitement in the noisy setting.

She kept chatting and laughing with the other actors and crew members, and clinking glasses with them.

Just then, the waiter brought in a large box that was packaged exceptionally well.

"Mr. Kwon Hyun-hyuk, this is a wrap-up gift from Ms. Han Hyo-joo!"

All eyes immediately turned to him. Quan Xuanhe stepped forward, took the bottle, opened it, and found two bottles of expensive high-end champagne.

Inside the box was also a simple card with familiar, neat handwriting:

Congratulations on wrapping up filming!

Wow! Amazing!

"It's senior Han Hyo-joo!"

"This champagne is so expensive!" "How thoughtful!"

A gasp and a commotion erupted from the crowd, making the atmosphere even more lively.

Kim Yoo-jung's cheeks became even redder under the influence of alcohol and charcoal, like a ripe peach.

She rested her chin on one hand, her elbow on the table, while unconsciously twirling a glass of soju with her other hand. Her bright eyes pierced through the noisy crowd and locked onto Kwon Hyun-hyuk, who was being toasted by several staff members.

Quan Xuanhe seemed to sense her gaze, and glanced at her subtly, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

The revelry continued, and the banquet entered a more relaxed phase.

Her heart pounded under the influence of alcohol, fueled by a defiant impulse. Emboldened by the alcohol, she suddenly reached out and gently tugged at Quan Xuanhe's hoodie sleeve.

"Oppa~" Her voice was sweeter than usual, with a deliberate hint of coquetry, "If we don't see each other again in the future, will you miss me?"

She raised her slightly tipsy, watery eyes, stubbornly capturing his gaze, like a little animal yearning for a positive answer.

Quan Xuanhe had just escaped from a group of congratulatory guests and sat back down next to her. Hearing this, he chuckled and naturally replied, "Yes, of course I will."

Putting everything else aside, Kim Yoo-jung is such a pretty and lovely girl, and she's also very lively when filming, which makes the filming time very fulfilling.

"Yoo-jung is so lively and adorable. Filming together was very fulfilling, and it's hard to forget." But the expectant light on Kim Yoo-jung's face flickered almost imperceptibly with anger after hearing the second half of the sentence.

That's it?

She tilted her head and muttered in a slightly aggrieved tone, "Oppa, really... there are just too many pretty girls around him."

"...With so many pretty faces, will my face become blurry in oppa's memory in the future?"

Quan Xuanhe seemed oblivious to the deeper meaning in her words, laughing heartily and waving his hand jokingly: "How could that be? I remember every pretty girl."

Kim Yoo-jung looked at his relaxed smile, pursed her lips, and didn't ask any further questions.

She forced a big smile, picked up her wine glass and slammed it against Quan Xuanhe's glass, making a crisp sound, her voice tinged with resentment: "Yes, yes, yes."

Even the most lively banquets eventually come to an end. After the meal and drinks, as night approaches, everyone gradually disperses to rest.

The hotel corridors were much quieter than the banquet halls, with only the thick carpets silencing footsteps.

The hustle and bustle of the wrap party, the aftereffects of the soju, and the lingering sense of unease—"Is this really the end?"—swirled within Kim Yoo-jung into a burning courage.

She walked unsteadily, almost hanging on Quan Xuanhe's arm as he half-supported her towards their respective room doors.

"Oppa..." Kim Yoo-jung's voice was muffled, heavy with drunkenness and a coquettish nasal tone.

She turned her head, her burning cheek brushing against Quan Xuanhe's shoulder, and looked up at him. Her eyes, glistening with tears in the lamplight, were stubborn yet alluringly dreamy. "Is this really going to end?"

Kwon Hyun-hyuk walked steadily, glanced down at her, and said with a helpless smile, "What else can I do? Yoo-jung, stand firm."

"I'm just not convinced!"

Kim Yoo-jung suddenly broke free from his support, but stumbled due to her unsteady center of gravity, and her back bumped directly into the wall at the door of Kwon Hyun-hyuk's room.

She simply stopped moving and looked up at him, her gaze so intense it seemed to melt him.

She was still wrapped in the coat he had draped over her downstairs to keep her warm, making her appear even smaller, yet exuding a desperate allure.

The dim yellow light illuminated the two of them, and the light itself seemed to create an atmosphere that added to their unease.

"They filmed for four months... Feng Yunhao is Bora's now, but what about Kim Yoo-jung? Kim Yoo-jung didn't get anything..."

As she spoke, she boldly poked Kwon Hyun-hyuk's muscular chest with her fingertips, her voice tinged with the arrogance of alcohol and a hint of grievance: "Han Hyo-joo unnie came to visit the set, and there's also Minatozaki Sana, and Zhao Mi-yeon, and now there's a fourth and fifth person we don't even know about."

"what about me?"

There are already so many people, do you think I'll be the only one?

"All I could do was...all I could do was eavesdrop all night!"

She said her last sentence almost through gritted teeth, a mixture of long-suppressed shame, anger, and jealousy.

Quan Xuanhe narrowed his eyes slightly, neither immediately pushing her hand away nor backing away, letting her press against him.

The dim light in the corridor outlined his deep features, obscuring the true emotions in his eyes.

He took a step closer, his tall figure exuding an invisible pressure that completely enveloped her between the wall and his silhouette, almost pressing her against it.

The masculine scent, mixed with a faint smell of alcohol and his own refreshing aroma, wafted over, making Kim Yoo-jung's already erratic breathing even more difficult, and her heartbeat quickened.

"So?" Quan Xuanhe's voice rang out very close to her head, his warm breath brushing against her ear.

"What do you want to do now, Ms. Kim Yoo-jung?"

This provocative question, uttered with a knowing answer, completely ignited Kim Yoo-jung's fury.

Alcohol emboldened her, and coupled with days of pent-up frustration and her longing for the man before her, she lost her last shred of reason.

Let me have a taste too!
She suddenly stood on tiptoe, almost instinctively, and grabbed his shoulders with both hands, leaning forward to kiss his lips that were so close to hers—

However, Kwon Hyun-hyuk reacted even faster, tilting his head almost simultaneously.

Warm, alcohol-scented lips barely brushed against his resolute jawline, leaving a damp, warm mark.

"Ah..." Kim Yoo-jung let out a frustrated groan as she missed her target. She lost her balance while standing on tiptoe and fell even more completely into his arms.

Her head slammed heavily against his collarbone, making her a little dizzy, and her nostrils were filled with his intoxicating scent.

"Hey! Oppa, you're hiding?!"

You still rejected me!
I even paid out of my own pocket!
Her voice was thick with nasal tone and accusation. Instead of letting go, she gripped the fabric on his shoulders even tighter, her delicate body twisting defiantly, like a drowning person clinging to a piece of driftwood.

This is absolutely outrageous; she cannot allow it.

Her burning cheeks brushed against his cool neck, her hot breath carrying the spiciness of shochu and the faint sweet scent of her body.

"I'm already like this..."

Alcohol, late at night, the emptiness after filming wrapped, and the alluring body pressed tightly against him, trembling slightly.

He was not a paragon of virtue.

With her pitiful appearance and sweet, adorable smile, Kim Yoo-jung faced him in such a way that no man could resist.

He's about to make the mistake that all men make.

His voice deepened, becoming lower and hoarse than usual, carrying a hint of barely perceptible danger, no longer the teasing and helplessness of before.

"Look at yourself, you can't even walk steadily." He said, half scolding and half reminding her, trying to bring her back to her senses.

A reminder of the necessity of safe words.

Don't blame me for not warning you later.

"Of course I know!"

"They can all do it! Why can't I?!" Kim Yoo-jung said, alcohol and jealousy making her abandon her last bit of restraint and consideration.

Instead of trying to steady herself, she seemed to cling to his only support, wrapping her arms even tighter, rubbing her cheeks haphazardly against his chest, and mumbling incoherently, "I don't care, oppa is just biased. They can... why can't I..."

Kim Yoo-jung is determined to sleep with him tonight.

Her warm breath, through the thin fabric of her shirt, soothed his skin, and her soft hair brushed against his chin, carrying a helpless yet stubborn allure.

Quan Xuanhe took a deep breath. He could clearly feel the warmth and curves of the girl's body in his arms, and the sweet, unguarded fragrance of youth lingered around his nose.

The empty corridor was filled only with rapid breathing and the faint sound of clothes rubbing together.

Kim Yoo-jung was born at the end of 1999, right?

It seems she's about to become his youngest bedmate.

No, there's also Somi, but Kim Yoo-jung looks the youngest, sweet and cute.

Before the water started pouring over his head, Kwon Hyun-hyuk was still thinking about all sorts of random things.

Quan Xuanhe silently and quickly took out his room key, and the soft "beep" sound was particularly clear in the silence.

He half-embraced and half-supported Kim Yoo-jung, turned sideways and used his shoulder to push open the heavy door. The movement was swift and clean, and the two figures embracing were instantly swallowed up by the dark space inside the door.

The door closed quietly behind me, completely blocking out the last bit of light from the corridor lamp. The lock clicked down with a dull but clear sound.

The corridor fell completely silent, and the motion-sensor lights went out completely, leaving only the tightly closed door standing there silently.

Kwon Hyun-hyuk didn't turn on the lights.

The room was pitch black, with only the faint city light filtering through the window outlining the blurry shapes of the furniture and the tangled, indistinct figures that had fallen onto the bed.

Kim Yoo-jung sank into the soft bed, her vision adjusting to the dim environment.

She could vaguely make out the angular contours of his face above her, and his deep eyes seemed to be firmly locked onto her even in the darkness.

Her heart pounded like a rapid drumbeat, and she felt her cheeks and ears burning hot.

On the contrary, at this moment, Kim Yoo-jung's eyes seemed to grow brighter and brighter, and a triumphant smile even appeared on her lips.

We eagerly awaited his arrival.

"Does oppa like me?"

Her liking might not be genuine affection, but rather an impulse he felt towards her at that moment.

"I like Kim Yoo-jung the most because she has a beautiful smile."

so?

Kim Yoo-jung is intelligent, and she understands him exceptionally well, especially at this crucial moment when the atmosphere is intense and her mind is racing.

Her soft, long hair, scattered on the bed, gradually slipped down to the foot of the bed.

The mattress's indentation, the slightly cool sheets, the faint scent of air freshener mingling with the aromas of grilled meat, soju, and the pent-up hormones emanating from their bodies...

Outside the window, the cool moonlight quietly spilled across the windowsill, flowing onto the carpet and outlining the closed door and the curtains fluttering in the breeze.

The only sounds in the room were the sudden, heavy, and intertwined breathing, and the breathtaking rustling of clothes in the darkness.

There will be no sleep tonight.

(End of this chapter)