Peninsula: From a supporting actor to the best actor in Chungmuro

Chapter 1: Sanctuary and Garbage Dump
【Parallel World】

[Preface: The first lesson for an actor is to learn to be a commodity. Unfortunately, I am a defective commodity.]

05:57AM
When Kang Jae-hoon was awakened by the vibration of his cell phone, warm yellow light was already leaking out of Lee Sung-kyung's door.

"You still have three minutes to use the bathroom, Asi."

He resisted the risk of his bladder exploding and stumbled to the refrigerator to take out the instant rice balls and heat them up.

The double-door refrigerator was the only luxury in the shared house.

This is a retired display item that Lee Sung-kyung bought at a second-hand market after spending three weekends waiting with her first income from print advertising.

The upper floor is labeled "Holy Land of the Bible":
Glass jars of cherry tomatoes arranged by size and vacuum-packed chicken breasts with calorie counts;

The lower floor is labeled "Jae-hoon's garbage dump":
Spilled hot sauce contaminated kimbap and instant rice cakes that were one day past their expiration date and had a skull and crossbones marked on them in red pen in the Bible.

The moment Lee Sung-kyung opened the bathroom door, lavender steam wrapped in the fragrance of hair mask rushed into the entrance.

Jiang Zaixun's eyes lit up and he ran straight to the bathroom, but she blocked the entrance by holding the door frame with one hand:

"Did you use my hair mask as shaving cream?"

He squeezed his legs together and stood still: "Bible, the human sphincter has its limits."

"Is it useful?"

Jiang Zaixun tried to squeeze in from under her arms, but was grabbed by the back of the collar.

“I won’t dare to do that next time.”

Lee Sung-kyung suddenly let go, and Kang Jae-hoon fell into the bathroom like a failed rocket.

As she was sitting elegantly at the dining table eating breakfast, she heard Jaehoon's wailing from the bathroom:
"Ashi! Bible, are you the water heater assassin?"

The cheap water heater only has enough hot water for one person, and the "water heater assassin" has become a point that Xun always complains about her every morning.

Lee Sung-kyung said nothing, just ate breakfast while browsing the newly popular KakaoTalk group messages.

On the screen is the group of contestants of "Super Model Survivor"——

[Park Mina: Will Bible Unnie wear the sponsor's death fluorescent pink outfit today?]

Kim Eun-ji: @Lee Sung-kyung's stylist said the last time you changed his positioning saved his career^^

As she was rapidly typing "Come on everyone" with her left hand, the calendar pop-up on her phone just jumped to [7:00 International Airport Shuttle].

"Jaehoon, the crew bus to Thailand leaves at 7 o'clock."

"Ah."

The rustling sound of a toothbrush rubbing against the mouth mixed with indistinct voices came from the bathroom.

"You have ten minutes to restore the bathroom to a condition suitable for adults."

"Is this the speed a human can accomplish?!"

Jiang Zaixun stuffed the toiletry bag into the gap of the suitcase carelessly, and an inexplicable tingling sensation suddenly exploded on the tip of his tongue - Li Jingcheng's facial cleanser was sneering at the mouth of the bag.

"..."

This is the third time he has used Lee Sung Kyung's facial cleanser as toothpaste.
Jiang Zaixun walked out of the bathroom feeling guilty and tried to find a topic to talk about:

"Are you going to film SBS's Model Survival Show today?"

"It's Super Model Survivor."

"Oh--"

When Jae-hoon was about to go out with a suitcase and a heated rice ball in his mouth, Lee Sung-kyung suddenly grabbed the back of his collar.

"Check your belongings: passport, script book, emergency urine bag."

She counted the items like a security guard, and finally fished out the actor's manual given by Hwang Jung-min from under the potted plant in the entrance: "The probability of dropping something is more stable than the number of NGs you make."

"It's obviously you who hid it. Oh, let's go!"

The moment the security door closed, Jiang Zaixun suddenly pried through the crack and shouted, "Bible will definitely take first place! Absolutely!"

"boom--"

Li Jingjing stared at the closed door for two seconds and muttered quietly, "Idiot."

The weather in Seoul was quite nice in April. As the cherry blossom rain covered the asphalt road in the morning light, Jaehoon's mood was as bright as the sky.

This is his first time making a movie.

Although it is not an important role, it is a blockbuster movie with a production cost of over 10 billion won.

Of course, if he hadn't remembered the shuttle bus waiting area correctly and hadn't had to chase the bus in a panic, this happy mood would have even continued to Thailand.

"Are you Hwang Jung-min's newly signed artist?"

The companion turned his head and looked at Jiang Jae-hoon who was panting and wiping the sweat off his face and asked.

"Yes, senior!"

The dull thud of Kang Jae-hoon's 90-degree bow hitting the back of the front seat turned the yawns in the car into stifled laughter.

The big brother who was talking to the extras felt his ears burning, and his rough knuckles grabbed the pilling hem of his sweatshirt and said awkwardly:

"Don't call me senior, I'm just an extra."

Jiang Zaixun placed his hands flat on his knees and said seriously, "Teacher Huang Zhengmin said that anyone who has touched a camera before me is a teacher."

The eldest extra's fingers suddenly twitched as if in spasm.

He recalled the time last month on the set when he was handing water to the lead actor and spilled two drops. The assistant director then hit him on the back of the neck with the script in public: "Even a dog can hold it steady better than you!"

Those gold-rimmed leading actors smiled and wiped the non-existent stains with Hermès handkerchiefs, while at this moment, the rookie's eyelashes were still stained with sweat from chasing cars.

“What kind of teacher am I?”

He muttered, pulled out a piece of toilet paper he had picked up at the fried chicken shop, and handed it over: "You can catch up to the bus with a suitcase, are you from the track and field team?"

"No."

Jiang Zaixun took the toilet paper, smiled with white teeth, and said, "Because the role I played is a soldier, I trained for a while."

"Could it be that they're even training rap?"

"Of course, after all, the character is an idol singer enlisting in the army!"

"A little?"

Jiang Zaixun was not afraid of the stage either, and immediately imitated Psy and performed the horse-riding dance:

"Oppa is Gangnam Style!!"

Cheers suddenly broke out in the carriage.

When Kang Jae-hoon was twisting to the third eight beats, the driver suddenly pressed the car radio button.

PSY's husky "Oppa Gangnam Style" instantly filled the train.

He suddenly twisted even harder.

however.

The dance moves that seemed to be going well were strangely frozen due to the sudden brake - the left foot was hooked on the seat support, the right arm was stuck in the gap of the seat belt, and the whole person was like a puppet with the pause button pressed.

At the same time, at least five pairs of hands were trying to support him.

The big brother in the extras suddenly lowered his voice:

"Kid, don't be so crazy on the set. Big names hate people who steal the spotlight the most."

"..."

The plane's silver-white tail glided across the clear blue sky, like a knife cutting a cream cake sprinkled with icing.

When Jiang Zaixun opened the script book painted with a rainbow of highlighters for the thousandth time, the golden edge of Pattaya's coastline could already be seen outside the porthole.

The hot and humid wind, wrapped in the scent of fish sauce, blew in his face, and he squinted his eyes and looked towards the airport entrance.

The crew of "International Market" was holding up a crooked airport pick-up sign, with the movie logo printed on the back of his sweaty T-shirt, looking like a pickled sardine.

"Here! Jiang Jaehoonxi!"

The stagehand's waving arms suddenly froze.

Because he watched helplessly as the legendary "Huang Zhengmin's direct disciple" tripped over his right leg with his left foot and fell towards his suitcase in a standard crawling posture.

(End of this chapter)