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

Chapter 17: Yoona's clipping sound and Jaehoon's breakdown

Chapter 17: Yoona's clipping sound and Jaehoon's breakdown
The moment Lin Yoona turned off her phone and looked up to see Jiang Jae-hoon rushing in, her breathing stopped for a moment.

His shirt collar was askew, and beads of sweat were sliding down his collarbone into his shirt.

The mascara had smudged into two gray stains that stuck to the eyes, mixed with the blood-red makeup that had not been removed, making the originally gentle facial features look a bit wild.

The worst part was when he raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his face - the arc of his forearm muscles with blue veins and the fake blood bag and paint residue remaining in the crevices of his nails created a weird sexual tension.

"Did the charity performance go well?"

After only two seconds of stunned silence, she came to her senses and took out a wet wipe from her makeup bag and handed it over.

"It went well, thank you."

Jiang Zaixun took the wet wipes she handed him: "But, how did senior Yooner know?"

"Xiuying unnie posted this in the group chat."

Lin Yuna suddenly smiled with her eyes curved: "You have been quite popular in our Girls' Generation group recently."

"I?"

Jiang Jae-hoon pointed at himself in surprise.

"Taeyeon said you assassinated her with bitter melon juice and wanted to hang you on the Han River Bridge to dry. Yuri said your performance made her write two extra papers, so she wanted to put you in a shredder and turn you into a poster to post in the library as a warning to future generations."

Jiang Jae-hoon: “…”

This heat doesn't seem very friendly.

In fact, Yoona also has some resentment towards Kang Jae-hoon.

The source of this resentment is the photocopy of Kang Jae-hoon's vocal cord anatomy diagram.

She was practicing too frequently.

This resulted in her voice being as deep and hoarse as a man's for a period of time - leading to many dramatic misunderstandings.

The most ridiculous thing was that after hearing Lim Yoon-ah's death metal voice, Yoo Young-jin held a planning meeting overnight:
"Next time we come back, add three raps for Yoona!"

A certain "Dancing Queen" is full of questions.

……

"By the way, I received the denim jacket."

Lin Yuner suddenly spoke, withdrawing her gaze from his Adam's apple:
"But the trainee who was transferred to me——"

She suddenly leaned forward, her eyelashes fluttering twice in the light of the makeup mirror:

"Bae Joo-hyun is notoriously shy, but you were able to convince her to help."

Jiang Zaixun shook his head:

"It wasn't all smooth sailing. She even wanted to call the police."

"normal."

Lin Yuner unscrews the lip balm to touch up her makeup:
"She was airlifted into Class B. Just based on her looks, she was able to get the vocal teacher to give her three extra assessment opportunities."

Jiang Zaixun thought of the fleeing figure:

"It really does look like porcelain spirits. But what does Airborne Class B stand for?"

"The chances of her debuting as a representative are very high, but that girl has been under a lot of pressure lately. Her fellow trainees all call her 'the old face.'"

"Old?"

Lin Yuner pursed her lips and said:
"Well, she was born in 91, and there aren't many trainees left who joined the company at the same time as her. So she has to compete with kids who are three or four years younger than her for a chance to debut. You can imagine the pressure."

"etc."

Jiang Zaixun suddenly realized: "She was born in 91?"

"yes."

"She actually called me uncle that day!"

Lin Yuner coughed due to choking on her saliva: "Why do you care about this?"

"That's not the case. But..."

Jiang Zaixun suddenly lowered his voice: "She is still a trainee at this age?"

"What else? If you give up now, all five years of hard work will be wasted."

"I believe she can become a late bloomer like Mr. Hwang Jung-min."

The click of Lin Yuner closing the makeup mirror was particularly crisp: "Are you so sure?"

"intuition!"

"Then does your intuition tell you—"

She suddenly slapped the script on his chest: "Is it time to prepare for the afternoon recording?"

"."

Half past one in the afternoon.

The red light in the recording studio came on.

"Daddy! My unicorn pajamas—"

Lin Yuna squeezed her voice and rushed towards the microphone, and the sweet ending sound was like melted strawberry ice cream.

Jiang Jae-hoon stared at the surveillance screen and saw the doting look in Gru's eyes as he looked at his daughter. His Adam's apple rolled halfway through the trembling sound and he suddenly split his legs.

The sound of the director throwing the script exploded through the soundproof glass:

"Ka! Kang Jae-hoon, what are you doing?!"

"Sorry, Director."

It’s not like Kang Jae-hoon hasn’t used the same recording studio with other voice actors for dubbing.

But. Her clip sound is so penetrating.

Lin Yuna turned to look at him: "Are you nervous?"

"No, just a little."

"hot?"

She pointed to the sweaty collar of his shirt.

Jiang Zaixun grabbed the script and fanned it fiercely:

"Maybe the air conditioner is broken."

"Do you need to pull Myla further away?"

"Need not!"

"..."

"Click! Do it again!"

When the director's roar exploded in the headset for the fifth time, Jiang Zaixun finally found the problem -

Lin Yuna habitually leaned forward during recording, and the fragrance of her hair penetrated his nostrils;
She would unconsciously purse her lips at the end of each line, and her moist and shiny lips made the root of his tongue stiff.

"Director, I'd like to request a ten-minute adjustment."

"five minutes."

"also."

Lin Yuner unscrewed the throat lozenge bottle and handed it to him:
"Want to try the mint refresher?"

Jiang Zaixun waved his hand, grabbed the mineral water and slipped out as if escaping:

"No, I'm going to go out and get some fresh air to wake myself up."

Lin Yuna looked at his fleeing back thoughtfully.

The draft from the fire escape covered Jiang Jae-hoon's face.

He was holding up a mirror and practicing making a fierce face and baring his teeth:

"Kevin, give me the fire hydrant!" "Kevin! Bring me the fire extinguisher!"

"Ashi."

Jiang Zaixun rubbed his face and leaned the back of his head against the wall of the fire escape.

The curve of Yoona's neck leaning forward when she was recording and the cherry color of her lipstick reflecting off it all played automatically in my mind.

——She is really charming.

No!

Jiang Zaixun slapped his cheeks twice.

He took out his phone from his pocket and scrolled to the voice message from Hwang Jung-min.

The smoky voice mixed with the hum of electricity and the angry curses instantly drowned out the chaotic images in his mind.

When he returned to the recording studio, Lin Yuner cast a questioning look at him:
"Are you ok?"

"Ah."

Jiang Zaixun avoided looking at her and went straight back to his seat.

"Prepare."

When Lin Yuna's sweet voice sounded in Jiang Zaixun's ears again, he was able to concentrate on it:
"Oh~ baby, don't worry, Gru is here."

Lin Yuna caught a glimpse of Jiang Zaixun's taut jawline from the corner of her eye.

He supported the console with both hands, veins spreading from the back of his hands to his forearms, and stared intently at the monitor screen as if he was defusing a bomb.

"Unicorn Pajamas Burned"

"Crack!"

The moment the director threw his pen, Yoona realized that the ending of her voice was off by half a tone.

She pinched her palm hard.

——Ah Xi, why are you staring at his veins?!

"Are you tired, Yuner?"

"Ani, do it again."

Lin Yuna flatly denied it.

……

When we finished work, the sunset had dyed the glass curtain wall of the Apgujeong Recording Studio red.

Lin Yuna held the straw from the water bottle in her mouth and looked at Jiang Jae-hoon:

"I broke the record for the number of NGs today."

"Sorry, it's my fault for not getting the rhythm right at the beginning."

"I have a problem myself. I couldn't understand the third mark on the vocal cord diagram you drew earlier, which led to my poor performance today, so—"

Lin Yuner took out her phone from her trouser pocket and waved it at him. "Add me as a friend? Next time, we can send each other sample recordings so we can practice privately."

"Okay, thank you for your help then."

soon.

A friend request notification came through Kang Jae-hoon's Kakao Talk.

——Her profile picture is a grinning Shiba Inu wearing a straw hat.

“Yes.”

The afterglow of the setting sun turned Lin Yuner's hair into a honey color, and the shadows cast by her eyelashes on her cheeks trembled with her smile.

"By the way, didn't we agree to use plain language last time?"

She took two steps back with her hands behind her back. "Or does Jaehyun prefer to continue using honorifics?"

Jiang Zaixun waved his hands repeatedly:
"Oh no. I just..."

"Then it starts tomorrow."

She didn't give him a chance to explain further, turned around and walked out of the recording studio, her voice with a smile dissipating in the elevator:
“Let’s go, Jaehoon.”

"Goodbye, Yoona"

evening.

When Jiang Zaixun pushed open the door, Li Jingcheng was sitting cross-legged in front of the coffee table, eating an apple.

The TV screen was frozen on the Milan Fashion Week catwalk.

"The awards ceremony will be broadcast live tonight!"

Kang Jae-hoon kicked off his sneakers and squeezed to the edge of the sofa, picked up the remote control and turned it to SBS TV station - there was a gold-plated logo of the "49th Baeksang Arts Awards" hanging in the upper left corner.

"Hey!"

"Teacher has been nominated for Baeksang Arts Award! He's just one Baeksang Arts Award winner away from a grand slam!"

Jiang Zaixun clasped his hands together and said, "Please!"

The TV camera happened to sweep over the "New World" crew seats, and Hwang Jung-min was holding back a yawn with his hands.

The tight shooting schedule of "International Market" has indeed made him exhausted recently.

Li Jingcheng suddenly sneered:
"He's even more tanned than you, like a grilled eel."

“That’s called manliness!”

“The carbon smell is pretty much the same.”

Jiang Jae-hoon picked up the honey tea next to Li Jingcheng and took a big sip.

"That's my cup."

"Oh."

Jiang Zaixun put it back without changing his expression, pointed at the TV screen and suddenly straightened his back:

"coming!"

The sound of the award presenter opening the envelope rang out:
"The winner of the Best Actor Award in the Film Category at the 49th Baeksang Arts Awards is—"

"Hwang Jung-min! Hwang Jung-min!"

"It's noisy."

Lee Sung Kyung moved half an inch to the side.

"——Ha Jung-woo from 'Berlin'! Congratulations!"

The moment when the audience's screams mixed with the applause exploded.

Lee Sung-kyung held her chin with one hand, watching Kang Jae-hoon collapse on the sofa like a deflated balloon, with a slight smile on her lips.

【Teacher will always be the best male lead in my heart! 】

Jiang Jae-hoon picked up his phone and started typing away.

One minute later.

Hwang Jung-min's read but unreply posts become: [What do I need that tattered trophy for wine?]

At eleven o'clock in the evening, in an apartment in Jiangdong District.

"Is it really okay?"