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

Chapter 45 A girl’s worries
Inside the studio.

The two are waiting for the director to announce the results of the filming of this scene.

Krystal kicked the seam in the coffee shop's set, pretending to fix her bangs for the third time while stealing a glance at Kang Jae-hoon's earlobe. Finally, she couldn't help but speak:
"Just now... I didn't control my strength well."

"It's filming."

Jiang Zaixun grinned nonchalantly:

"When I was filming 'International Market' in Thailand, I improvised and slapped the big guy in the extras. The director praised me for my emotional touch."

"and after?"

"After the shoot, I bowed profusely to that guy and apologized. Turns out, he's now my agent."

Jiang Zaixun raised his chin and pointed to the nearby place where Jin Dayuan was chatting animatedly with the staff. "Inspirational, right?"

Zheng Xiujing chuckled and reached out to rub his earlobe.

"Does it still hurt?"

Jiang Jae-hoon froze in place for a moment, forgetting even to flutter his eyelashes:

"No, it's okay..."

Krystal Jung woke up as if from a dream, and retracted her hand with a "swish", her earlobes were as red as if kissed by the setting sun.

"Bona, you..."

Before Jiang Zaixun finished speaking, she stiffened her neck and said fiercely:
"Ah! Do you want me to bow down and apologize? I'm already giving you face by just rubbing it twice!"

"No!" Jiang Jae-hoon quickly waved his hands, "I didn't ask you to apologize."

"Humph."

Krystal snorted coldly and turned away.

Jiang Jae-hoon: “???”

After Krystal Jung's agonizing wait, she finally heard the director shout "cut".

They only have this one scene to shoot today, and they'll go home after that.

Therefore, as soon as director Fu Shengzhe finished calling out, she rushed to the dressing room.

The rhythm of the Martin boots tapping the ground became faster and faster, as if there were ten fire-breathing dragons chasing behind him.

The locker room door hit the wall.

Krystal leaned her back against the cubicle door, her palms pressed against her violently heaving chest - where a reckless deer was running around.

The mirror reflected her cheeks that looked like ripe peaches, and the touch of her earlobe on her fingertips was lingering.

She gritted her teeth at herself in the mirror:
"Krystal Jung, are you crazy?"

But before she finished her words, she suddenly laughed to herself, curling her hair with her fingers and drawing circles in the air: "But this time... you are quite brave."

……

The afterglow of the setting sun was swallowed up by the Han River.

Krystal Jung curled up on the bay window of her apartment, her furry slippers swinging as she tiptoed.

On the phone screen was Park Hyung-sik's 18-shot "famous waist-hugging scene" - Kang Jae-hoon's profile was coated with a furry gold edge under the overhead light, and her fingertips unconsciously stroked the screen.

It seemed as if I could still touch the soft flesh on his earlobe.

"Click."

The moment the door lock turned, Zheng Xiujing quickly hid her phone at the back of her waist: "Hey, Jessica, why didn't you knock on the door!"

Jessica Jung half leaned against the door frame and raised her eyebrows:

"Do I need to knock to enter the apartment I bought? But why are you blushing so much?"

"hot."

"lie."

"Oh my sister, what's going on?"

Jessica Jung waved the Seoul Fashion Week invitation at her fingertips: "Number 7, come with me."

"We need to film a movie."

Jessica Jung scoffed, "How many scenes do you have?"

“There are also combination tours!”

"Oh……"

Function Group recently released their third mini album and is currently in the promotional period.

Time is indeed not abundant.

Jessica closed the door thoughtfully.

Just as Zheng Xiujing breathed a sigh of relief and took out her phone, the door was pushed open again:

"Are you in love?"

"Huh? No, no, what?"

Krystal frantically stuffed her phone into her pajama pocket.

"Hand it over."

Jessica Jung reached out and approached.

Zheng Xiujing tightly grasped the phone: "Do you understand the privacy?"

"The photo of you wetting the bed is still in my cloud drive. What privacy are you talking about—"

The two sisters were instantly twisted into a knot.

Within three minutes, Zheng Xiujing was pinned against the bay window by her sister. Zheng Xiuyan shook the trophy in her hand and taunted: "You are so weak."

"..."

However, when she saw the content on the screen, the corners of her mouth froze instantly: "Brother Lady?"

"His name is Kang Jae-hoon!"

"Shut up!"

Jessica Jung slapped her butt with her foot, and her hand traced the 18 consecutive shots of her waist:
"Tsk tsk, our crystal deer is quite cute when it runs around."

Krystal buried her face in the pillow and secretly observed her sister's reaction.

"like him?"

"It's just work."

"He's as tough as the punching bag at my dad's boxing gym."

Just when Krystal was ready to accept the teasing and questioning, Jessica Jung suddenly returned the phone.

She looked at her sister's back in surprise as she walked out the door and scratched her head.

When his eyes focused on the screen again, his pupils suddenly contracted violently - the date on the lock screen clearly showed September 2nd.

Kang Jae-hoon's birthday is September 12th.

When I called Kim Ji-won, the background sound was mixed with the hustle and bustle of Hongdae's business district.

"Bo-na, I'm buying earrings in Hongdae... for my man's birthday? To send him thousands of miles away?"

"Seriously!"

"Emm...Teacher Jiang, for someone as dull as you, I suggest you just tie a bow around it and give it to yourself."

“…I’m hanging up.”

"Okay, okay, I'm just kidding~"

Jin Zhiyuan was laughing so hard on the other end of the phone:
"Send him dumbbells? I heard he and his roommates usually work out at home."

"Don't get involved with Lee Sung Kyung!"

"You were the one who suggested it! Wait, how did you know her name was Lee Sung Kyung?"

"Don't worry."

"Good good..."

Jin Zhiyuan found a relatively secluded place and began to analyze:
"Giving a tie is seen as a proposal, giving perfume is like a declaration of sovereignty, giving a razor is too ambiguous, giving a belt is."

"Just tell me the answer!"

"pen."

"pen?"

"Yes, the Montblanc engraved model."

"Then...what words should be engraved?"

"Option A: [K.K2013], initials + year of meeting, low-key but commemorative."

Zheng Xiujing's eyelashes trembled: "What about the second one?"

“To the next scene.”

This sentence is not explicit but has a lingering effect.

It not only implies the anticipation for Kang Jae-hoon's next drama, but also implies that the relationship between Krystal Jung and him is about to enter a new chapter.

"Mr. Jiang will definitely only take it as a career blessing at first. Later, if your relationship progresses, he will look back at the engraving and will definitely be moved."

Krystal's toes curled up in her slippers:
“Would it be too deliberate?”

Jin Zhiyuan's undisguised mocking voice came from the receiver: "It's better than someone stealing..."

"Ah! He's dead!"

After hanging up the phone.

She quietly looked at the night view outside the window.

However, strangely, Jiang Zaixun's face appeared on the window in her sight.

"Axi..."

"Krystal, you're crazy."

She buried her face in the pillow and wailed, her feet dangling in the air.

In another bedroom not far away.

Jessica Jung is on the phone:

"Director Zhao, help me check someone - Jiang Zaixun, a student in the Department of Performance at Seoul National University of Arts. Focus on his relationship status."

Twenty minutes later.

Jessica Jung stared at Jiang Zaixun's resume in the email and muttered to herself:
"First place in my major in the 09 class of the Department of Acting at Seoul National University of Arts, and a full scholarship for three consecutive years..."

"The agency is Hwang Jung-min Studio, and there is no capital background at the moment."

"Emotional experience is blank..."

"and many more!"

"Sharing a female model? Yoona's support car?"

She stared at the suspicious relationship chart in the email with her pupils trembling: "Ah Xi, Zheng Xiujing, are you picking up trash?!"

(End of this chapter)