Chapter 2: Misunderstanding (2)
I Was Mistaken as a Monstrous Genius Actor
Translator: Dreamscribe
There was no sound. His senses were numb. He just felt as though his body was floating in mid-air. This was the current situation for Kang Woojin.
ââ¦â
How could he put it? Right now, everything was vague. He was conscious, but it was blurred. It was unclear whether he was lying down or standing. The surrounding temperature was ambiguous too. Was he closing his eyes? Or were they open? Whatâs going on? What was he doing right now?
Only one thing was certain.
âItâs comfortable.â
The uncertain Kang Woojin was extremely comfortable right now. He wanted to be like this for the rest of his life. And then.
âAh.â
Kang Woojin suddenly regained his senses. No, this wasnât voluntary. It was due to an external factor. Something unknown woke up Kang Woojin. That was the feeling.
Shortly after.
â······Uh.â
Kang Woojin let out a faint groan as he slowly opened his eyes. He must have had his eyes closed. A few seconds later. He who barely regained his senses was stunned for a moment.
The reason was simple.
âWhere⦠where am I?â
He had no idea where he was. Well, was this even a space? He had opened his eyes, but it was no different than having them closed.
Because it was pitch black all around.
It felt as if he was trapped in a windowless room without a single light. The atmosphere was such that it wouldnât be strange if he suddenly developed claustrophobia.
Thanks to this, Kang Woojin quickly stood up and shouted.
âHey!! Kim Daeyoung!!â
ââ¦â
But there was no response.
âExcuse me!! Hello!!!â
He shouted again, but it was still quiet. There wasnât even an echo. What the hell is this place? It was endlessly black and he couldnât even gauge its size. It felt like a space without limits.
Anyway, at this moment.
âHey, hey! Kim Daeyoung! What the hell is this place!â
Immense anxiety and fear enveloped Kang Woojin. Then, Woojin recalled the memory of what happened before he got here.
âI definitely pressed something strange.â
A square in a form of a swirl of black and grey. That thing, floating in the air next to the script, was pressed by Woojinâs index finger.
ââ¦What is it? A movie? Was I sucked into here?!â
Soon, Kang Woojin held his head. His mind had stopped. No matter how he looked at it, this was reality. Dreams couldnât be this vivid.
What on earth was this space?
Regardless, the biggest task at hand was not the existence of this place but escape.
At this moment.
âHuh?â
Woojin, who had turned his body, suddenly stopped. Amidst the blackness, he spotted a white square. It was about three steps away. Was it there just now? He wasnât sure. But he needed to check quickly.
Soon, Kang Woojin quickly moved towards the white square.
-Swoosh.
He confirmed the white color up close. Just about the size of an A4 paper. It was located about chest level. It wouldnât be strange to describe it as floating. The interesting thing here was.
âLetters?â
There were white letters printed on the white square.
-[1/page script (Title: Unknown), F grade (Judgement not possible)]
-[*The completion is very low. It is a damaged script or scenario. 100% reading is not possible. (About 10% can be implemented)]
At the same time, Kang Woojin furrowed his brows.
âWhat is this. A damaged script? Scenario?â
The white letters were all gibberish. But only for a moment. At the word âscriptâ, Woojin suddenly thought of something.
â······Ah, that script.â
It was a few pages of the script he had received from a female broadcasting staff. Thinking about it, he had been sucked into this mysterious space just after receiving that script. So,
âCould it be. This square â is it that script?â
It seemed to match up somewhat. Anyway, Kang Woojin slowly raised his hand and grabbed the white square. However, it wouldnât move.
Thatâs when it happened.
-Swooosh.
Suddenly, letters that werenât there before were listed below the white square.
-[1/script (title: unknown) selected.]
-[Listing characters available for reading (experience).]
-[A: Terrified man, B: Strange man]
What is this? By now, Kang Woojin was teetering between frustration and anxiety. He had to do something as quickly as possible.
âAh shit, I donât know.â
He randomly tapped one of the letters. It was âA: Terrified manâ, and suddenly a female voice echoed throughout the entire mysterious space.
[ââA: Terrified Manâ reading preparation in progress······â]
The tone was steady and emotionless. It was almost like a robot. What did it matter? It was the first human voice heâd heard in this place. Woojin desperately shouted out.
âHey! Who are you?! Thereâs someone here!!â
But the female voice gave an irrelevant answer.
[â······Preparation complete. This is a damaged script or scenario. Implementation is approximately 10%. The reading will begin now.â]
Immediately after, a large gray mass swallowed up Kang Woojin.
It was cold. Strange. Surely, the temperature was vague just a moment ago. However, Kang Woojin was now feeling cold. Was he outside? Woojin then lowered his head. Huh?
â······!!â
It had changed. The padding jacket he had been wearing was completely gone, and he was wearing a brown windbreaker. As soon as he felt a sense of incongruity, he quickly raised his head.
His field of vision had also changed a bit.
It was still very dark all around. However, faint silhouettes could be seen. Trees? Are those all trees? And what he was stepping on around his feet was fallen leaves?
So, was he in the middle of a forest?
He wanted to make a sound, but it didnât work well. It felt like his body was refusing. At the same time, he felt sounds and senses that were not there before.
-Swoosh.
The irritating wind and the noise from the wind hitting the branches. The atmosphere and the feeling alone were enough to make his whole body slightly tremble.
And.
âRun. I need to run away.â
As Kang Woojinâs eyes grew accustomed to the darkness, he felt an array of emotions and sensations hit him. Move, move your legs.
Keep running, escape.
Soon, Woojin began to run frantically. He didnât care about direction. He just started running uphill. He ignored his fast-paced breathing. He also ignored the tree branches, which were just silhouettes, scratching his face.
He just ran.
âUgh! Cough!â
Why? Why am I running now? I donât know. Even though he didnât know, Woojin didnât stop his frantic steps. It seemed like he shouldnât. His pounding heart was getting faster.
Yes, Iâm being chased. Iâm being chased right now.
-Crunch! Crunch!
Even while stepping on the fallen leaves like a madman, Woo-jin continued to look back. Fortunately, the scenery behind him was the same. The forest shrouded in darkness.
It was then.
âHey.â
Suddenly, a low male voice was heard from the side of Woojin, who was looking back.
âStop running, itâs annoying.â
-Crash!
Before Woojin could even realize something, his leg tripped and he fell flat on the ground. It hurt. It was incredibly painful. Why did it hurt? This pain was real. The pain of his cheek scraping the ground and blood flowing was also a real.
And then,
âIâm hungry because of you.â
A manâs voice from behind him as he lay sprawled out. No, the role of the strange man was also real. The only thing Woojin could do here was to struggle. He had no choice. This whole experience was unprecedented.
Who has ever had the experience of being chased by a strange man out of the blue?
Iâm going to die. It felt like Iâm going to die for some reason. Woojin struggled desperately but to no avail. The strange man behind him was stepping on Woojin.
âUgh! Huh-â
Despite that, Woojinâs struggles didnât stop. He struggled again and again. He was still in the same place, but he kept on trying. The earth on the ground was persistently sucked into his nose. On the contrary, water flowed profusely from his eyes and nose.
Iâm going to die, Iâm going to die, I want to live.
The desperate emotions, the hands scratching the fallen leaves and dirt on the ground in panic, the sensation of his back being pressed down, the flowing nose and tears, the rough breathing.
Everything was real.
And then,
âHmm, I decided. I should go down and eat pizza.â
The muttering strange man definitely existed. At this time, the fallen Woojin was turned over. The strange man did that. Thanks to this, the shivering Woojin saw the strange man.
â······?â
There is no face. More accurately, there is a face, but itâs black. A round black face is hanging above the neck. But the silhouette of the strange manâs body was clearly visible. Although it was faint.
At this moment,
-Thump!!
Something was stabbed into Woojinâs side, who was lying on the ground.
âAhhh!!!â
There was no time to understand what was stabbed. It was incredibly painful. The pain felt like all his organs were severed at once. It was an indescribable agony.
Shiver.
Woojin unknowingly shivered all over. His legs were shaking, and his arms and face were spasming. What kind of sensation is this? Damn, it hurts too much. It was a clear reality.
Beg, yes, beg. Beg for your life.
With his trembling hands clasped, Woojin begged desperately. He begged desperately, looking at the black face. He said he would do anything, just spare his life. Even if the strange manâs expression wasnât visible, he was a human, right?
Such a strange man laughed.
Even though all you can see is a black face, he laughed. Maybe because of the hope in the delusion, Woojin saw it that way. So Woojin also forced a smile, and then something was stabbed into his body again.
-Thump!!!
âAhhh!! Ahhh!!â
It was then.
[âThe reading of âA: Scared Manâ has ended.â]
A womanâs voice, like a robot, echoed.
How much time had passed?
The dazed Kang Woo-jin faintly heard someoneâs voice in his ear.
â······Hey! Excuse me!!â
At the same time, Kang Woojin, who put his cell phone to his ear, slowly raised his head. He saw three people sitting at the straight desk. A man in his thirties, a man in his fifties with a goatee, and a beautiful woman. It seemed that the man in his thirties was the one who had just called Woojin.
Soon.
âAh- This is the place from before. Ah, Iâve come back.â
Kang Woojin slowly lowered his phone from his ear. But Woojinâs expression seemed a bit odd. A slightly drunk feeling. Woojin, with that look, checked his phone screen. About a minute had passed. It was strange, it should have been about 30 minutes since he was in the forest.
Whatever it was.
â······â
Kang Woojin wore an expression as if he didnât care much, in a state of complete oblivion. His brain seemed to be operating slowly. It was then.
âExcuse me, arenât you going to do it? We canât reach Mr. Kim Daeyoung.â
The man in his thirties at the straight desk in front of him, shaking the script, asked Kang Woojin. Woojin, who had been quietly watching him,
â······Script. Ah, right, I have experienced that before. Do they want me to show it?â
Slowly rose from his chair.
-Whoosh.
The man in his thirties seemed slightly surprised.
âOh? Are you going to do it? Wow, you must have a strong friendship with your friend.â
Then, Kang Woojin stood in front of the three sitting at the straight desk. The distance was about two steps. Why? The reason was unclear. At this moment, Woojin just felt like he had to show something.
Everything that happened to him in an unknown place just before.
In fact, for Kang Woo-jin who was slowly getting into position.
-Swish.
Everything was still vivid. Because he had experienced it directly.
About 10 minutes later.
Kang Woojin, who had shown everything contained in the script, was lying on the floor. His hands were facing the sky. Why? Because he had been begging so sincerely until just a moment ago.
Then.
âAh.â
His mind, which had been floating in something, became clear. In fact, his consciousness had always been clear. But now that the show was over, his brain seemed to work faster?
Anyway.
-Swish.
The first thing Kang Woojin, who slowly lowered his raised arms, felt was.
âAh, shit. What did I just do?â
A massive wave of embarrassment.
The next thing.
âHuh- what on earth just happened? Do I have a problem with my mind?â
Understanding the situation. Something certainly happened, but it also seemed like it hadnât. Everything was a mess. His mind was in a whirl. Whatever had happened, Woojin had just shown it to everyone.
Whether it was an experience or something else, it was certainly passionate.
Soon, Kang Woojin, who had been lying down, got up slowly, clearing his throat softly. Ahem. The conclusion that Woojin had reached here was one.
âPretend it didnât happen. Act natural. Sort things out later.â
It was extremely embarrassing and shameful, but he tried his best to keep a straight face. Repeat the mantra.
âIâm confident. Iâm cool. Kang Woojin, youâre not embarrassed at all right now.â
Act as cool as possible.
At that moment.
â······You know.â
A womanâs voice came in. She was an incredibly beautiful woman among the three sitting at the straight desk. Wait a second. Who is this woman?
âHuh? Crazy. Is this Hong Hye Yeon?!â
With long hair and clean skin, in front of Woojinâs eyes was Hong Hye Yeon, a top actress recognized by everyone. Why hadnât he recognized her before? Was it because she was too unfamiliar? Sheâs an angel. If angels really existed, they would surely be like her. Maybe because she didnât look like a human, he hadnât recognized her.
Thanks to her, Woo-jin was spellbound.
âWow, I can only admire. Wow-â
He stopped dusting off his pants and was captivated by Hong Hye Yeon, sitting two steps in front of him. It was then that she asked her question with narrowed eyes.
âWhich universityâs acting department did you graduate from? Chung-Ang? Han-yang?â
What is she talking about? Anyway, Woojin wanted to shout out right away that he was a fan of her. However, due to the embarrassment of what just happened, he had to maintain his cool demeanor.
That way, this crazy embarrassment would be somewhat neutralized, wouldnât it?
Next, Woojin moved his paused hand, dusted off his pants leisurely, and cleared his throat. As deep and heavy as possible. Itâs alright to act a bit tough.
As he did so, Woojinâs tone was surprisingly low.
âNo, I graduated from a universityâs design department in the Gyeonggi-do area. Iâm good at it, design.â
Crazy. Why did he add âIâm good at it, designâ at the end? He realized his mistake but Woojin kept his face firm. Whatâs funny is.
âDesign⦠department?â
â······?â
The faces of all three, including top actress Hong Hye Yeon sitting in front, wrinkled. It wasnât clear why, but it was certain they were surprised.
âThen, where did you learn acting?â
Acting my ass. It was an area he had never been interested in, but Woojin somehow dodged the question. Because he wanted to run away quickly.
âI self-taught. Bit by bit over the weekends.â
â······What?â
This amplified Woojinâs bravado. He didnât know it himself.
Soon.
âSo.â
The man in his fifties with a goatee sitting in the middle of the straight desk, opened his eyes wide and added a question.
âHow did you do that just now? It was your first time, wasnât it? But how did you⦠how did you do it after just glancing at the script?â
Just now? Shush. Donât highlight my embarrassment. Woojin, who was slowly preparing to escape, looked behind him once before answering. Of course, he had to keep acting cool and serious this time as well.
âIt wasnât particularly difficult.â
Woojin finished answering, greeted the three in front of him ambiguously, as if he was saying goodbye.
âWell then.â
Though he was in a hurry inside, he walked calmly toward the door behind him. Repeating in his heart, donât call me. Soon, Woo-jin, standing in front of the staff at the door, spat out a warning-like phrase.
âSorry, but donât ever use what I just did for broadcasting. If you do, Iâll sue.â
It was just an empty threat. Because he wanted to escape this hell as quickly as possible. Anyway, fortunately, Woojin was able to leave the room without any issues.
There were still waiting participants outside.
â······â
Woo-jin, who had been expressionless, started walking faster as soon as he brushed past them. It was similar to light jogging.
-Swish.
After moving quite far, he covered his face with both hands and sighed deeply.
âDamn. That was so embarrassing.â
Meanwhile, back in the room Woojin just left.
â······PD-nim. Did he just say that wasnât particularly difficult? After showing that level of acting??â
Top actress Hong Hye Yeon was greatly shocked. Of course, her excitement was prevalent here, and the man in his fifties with a goatee sitting in the middle responded to Hong Hye Yeonâs question.
âA design department? Heâs good at design? What a peculiar guy.â
âSelf-taught? No way! He definitely learned somewhere, that wasâ¦â
âEven if he did learn all himself. Even if thatâs true. Heâs not from an acting department, and his main job is design, do you think he could learn acting on the side and easily pull that off? Iâve been directing for 20 years and I see it as impossible.â
â······Thatâs.â
âThe confidence and composure when he answered. Thatâs real. He really found it easy. Moreover, he showed such acting after glancing at the script for one minute. This is the first time Iâve seen a guy whose past is so difficult to gauge.â
Soon, the middle-aged man with the goatee looked at the door through which Woojin had left and chuckled.
âA rare genius. Once in a while, such a monster appears.â
The snowball of misunderstanding had begun to roll.