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

Chapter 62 Radio Station Contract
That night.

In an apartment in Gangnam District.

Krystal threw herself onto the bed and grabbed a pillow to cover her burning face.

The phone screen lit up, and Kim Ji-won's Kakao messages popped up one after another:

How was it? Was your improvisation a success?

Are his ears red?

【Don't play dead! 】

Zheng Xiujing took a deep breath and tapped quickly on the screen:
【Success! 】

[But I’m not sure if it’s acting…]

When I asked him, "How would Yoon Chan-young react?", he actually told me about Stanislavsky!

Kim Ji-won replied immediately:
So you just ran right into his arms?

Zheng Xiujing's fingertips hovered above the screen, and the scene on the set today suddenly flashed back -

The feel of Kang Jae-hoon's fingers running through her hair.

His eyelashes fluttered as he froze in place.

And the words that came out of my mouth were "I miss you so much".

"Ding--"

New news interrupts the memories:
The entire crew is worried about the ratings.

[You are the only one concentrating on conquering Teacher Jiang]

Kim Ji-won attached an emoticon that said "I can't bear to watch it".

Krystal immediately hit back:
【We are at the peak of ratings, okay! 】

【Drama scenes are for better chemistry! 】

After posting it, he added a "serious face" emoticon with a guilty conscience.

Kim Ji-won's reply came quickly:

[Kim Ji-won]: Chemical reaction? Are you sure it's not a hormonal reaction?
[Krystal Jung]: I just wanted to see his reaction.

【Kim Ji-won】：And then?
[Krystal Jung]: He doesn’t seem annoying?
The phone vibrated again, and Zheng Xiujing took a deep breath before daring to look——

[Kim Ji-won]: Wear that beige sweater tomorrow. You look especially innocent in it.

Krystal immediately jumped up and rushed to the closet, throwing her clothes one by one onto the bed for comparison.

Finally, I chose a beige sweater and light blue jeans - casual but not too deliberate, a perfect excuse for "acting together".

She stood in front of the full-length mirror and turned around. Suddenly, she grabbed her phone as if she had thought of something.
[Krystal Jung]: Wouldn’t it be too ordinary?

[Kim Ji-won]: Are you going to walk the red carpet?
Krystal curled her lips, threw her phone aside, lay back on the bed, and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

Outside the window, the night view of the Han River is dimly lit.

Krystal turned over and buried her face in the pillow, suddenly hoping that tomorrow's scene would never come.

——In this way, expectations can be sweeter than reality.

……

The nanny car drove away from the SBS building.

Jiang Zaixun was flipping through the contract terms in the back seat:

"'Jae-hoon's Moonlight Drive'? Who came up with that name? Why does it sound so much like Midnight Love Hotline?"

"The new PD in the station's variety show department said he wants to create a 'late-night healing boyfriend' persona."

He continued to scroll down -

The unit price per issue is 300 million won.

Every Wednesday and Friday at 11pm, 90 minutes, contract period is three months.

Jiang Zaixun frowned: "This time."

"Don't think it's too late, late night is the golden hour! Overworkers listen to it on their way home, students stay up late doing homework, and insomniacs listen to it as a lullaby—the audience is precise and loyal!"

Jin Dayuan glanced at the rearview mirror:
"And the station gives you maximum freedom. You can talk about movies, life, and even improvisations. You can also invite your own guests for each episode."

Jiang Zaixun tapped the armrest rhythmically with his index finger:

"Let me think about it for two days."

Jin Dayuan glared: "What are you considering? This kind of opportunity——"

"Hyung," Jiang Jae-hoon interrupted him, "Actually, I want to focus more on acting."

The agent was stunned, then suddenly realized:

"Are you afraid of being typecast as a variety show star?"

Seeing his tacit agreement, Jin Dayuan slammed the steering wheel:

"Let me ask you, if the ratings for 'The Heirs' continue to drop, how will you maintain its popularity?" "Teacher Hwang Jung-min can provide you with resources, but how long does it take to make a movie?"

"So—you have to earn your own audience favor. What you need most right now is national recognition!"

"..."

A moment of silence.

Jiang Zaixun rubbed his brow with his knuckles:
"Sorry, brother. I'm too stubborn."

Jin Dayuan caught a glimpse of his compromising expression in the rearview mirror, and his knuckles on the steering wheel relaxed a little:

"That's right! In a few days, we'll go to the station and finalize the plan with the production team in person to ensure that it has both style and high listenership—"

"Ah."

Kang Jae-hoon stuffed the contract into his backpack.

"Where are we going now? Straight back to the apartment?"

"Please take me to Cheongdam-dong."

Jiang Zaixun opened his phone to confirm the address:

"Kwang Soo invited me for a drink and said he wanted to enlighten me about the ratings."

Jin Dayuan paused while steering:
"Lee Kwang Soo?"

"Well, it's said to be a hidden place frequented by people in the circle."

"...As for Lee Kwang-soo, there's no harm in getting in touch with him more."

When the nanny car turned into the alley, Jiang Zaixun's phone lit up——

[Lee Kwang-soo]: Get off the bus when you see the sign "Goatee". I'm in the private room on the second floor.

【Lee Kwang-soo】: Remember to go through the back door

……

When Jiang Jae-hoon opened the car door, the night breeze blew in with the faint sound of jazz music.

Jin Dayuan suddenly called him:

"and many more!"

He took out a hangover medicine and a mask from the armrest and handed them over: "Don't get drunk."

Jiang Zaixun hooked the mask behind his ears and pulled down the brim of his black baseball cap.

In the shadows, his voice suddenly had a hint of laughter:
"Brother is a lot like the Bible sometimes."

"Fuck off!"

Jin Dayuan cursed and laughed as he closed the car door: "Send me your location before midnight to pick you up."

"understood."

Jiang Zaixun pushed open the rusty back door of "Goatee" with one hand, and quickly tapped on the screen of his mobile phone with the other hand:
[Kang Jae-hoon]: SBS is going to open a late-night radio station for me

The message is displayed as read as soon as it is sent, and the prompt that the other party is typing flashes repeatedly.

Lee Sung-kyung: You? Radio station?

I can imagine her raising her eyebrows even through the screen.

Jiang Zaixun's mouth corners unconsciously rose, and he sent a smug Shiba Inu emoticon.

【Kang Jae-hoon】: Exclusive late-night slot - "Jae-hoon's Moonlight Drive"

Lee Sung-kyung: Moonlight? A drive?
Lee Sung-kyung: Why not call it "Midnight Emotional Hotline"?

Jiang Zaixun almost laughed out loud, his fingers hovering over the keyboard for a moment.

[Kang Jae-hoon]: When will you come back?
【Lee Sung-kyung】: Half a month later
[Lee Sung-kyung]: After Shanghai, I'm going to Tokyo Fashion Week
The wooden stairs creaked under his feet, and Jiang Zaixun lowered his head and typed:

[Kang Jae-hoon]: So long?
[Lee Sung-kyung]: The designer added a temporary show

[Lee Sung Kyung]: What?

Lee Kwang-soo's signature laugh suddenly came from the box on the second floor.

Jiang Zaixun deleted the half-typed message "I'll pick you up at the airport then" and quickly replied with a short "Get some rest".

The moment I pressed the send button, the door of the box suddenly opened——

“Jaehoon!”

Lee Kwang-soo held up the soju bottle and looked out:
"Who are you messaging? Your face is so bright and smiling!"

Jiang Zaixun hurriedly locked the screen:
“No one…”

"Stop it!"

Li Guangzhu grabbed his neck and dragged him into the box:

"Don't even think about leaving if you don't confess tonight!"

(End of this chapter)