Chapter 38: Hanryang (4)
I Was Mistaken as a Monstrous Genius Actor
Translator: Dreamscribe
Park Dae-riâs eyes, staring at Yu Ji-hyeong, were calm, like a morning lake shrouded with mist. They were still, without a tremor, and the temperature was ambiguous, lukewarm.
Yet, they were intense and dangerous.
Not aggressive, but enough to evoke fear. To dip a foot into those deep eyes was to feel oneself being sucked in endlessly. The more one floundered, the deeper and more endless it seemed.
Those eyes of Park Dae-ri changed the atmosphere in the interrogation room.
A hundred words were unnecessary. With just one look, devoid of any pretense, Park Dae-riâs character became clear. At this, Yu Ji-hyeong or Ryu Jung-min, who was sitting across from him, nearly gasped involuntarily.
âYou are truly bottomless.â
There was even a sense of admiration for the monster sitting in front of him.
âHow can you show such a dense gaze in such a short time? Exactly⦠how long have you been honing and polishing yourself alone?â
Whether as a top actor or as Yu Ji-hyeong, the current Park Dae-ri was worth admiring. Whether he was an enemy or an actor to be challenged, he was amazing. And Ryu Jung-min understood it because his opponent was Kang Woojin. No, he had no choice but to understand.
That must be a power unique to Kang Woojin.
He had seen it during script reading too. The highly detailed acting that swallows everyone as the character itself, exceeding liveliness, as if he brought the character to life. A versatility that surpasses the method. Unfortunately, Ryu Jung-min didnât have those things.
Therefore,
âFocus and look straight into his eyes.â
Ryu Jung-min steeled his resolve. He was in the middle of a silent and soundless war. Now, he couldnât back down, especially since, as Yu Ji-hyeong, it was the picture he had painted.
âGo for it.â
Yu Ji-hyeong looked straight into the bizarre eyes of Park Dae-ri. âI donât care about those hollow eyes of yours, so go ahead and get angrier.â
âAh.â
Yu Ji-hyeong chuckled after uttering the short word.
âSorry, this isnât trivial talk. I made a mistake.â
ââ¦â¦â
His tone was somewhere between mockery and sincere apology, but Park Dae-ri did not react much. For the first time, he recognized Yu Ji-hyeong, sitting on the other side, as an enemy.
Yeah, youâre a bit better. I guess youâre not a puppet.
Park Dae-ri curled up his lips.
âNo, talking about my sister who committed suicide. Youâre right; itâs trivial.â
There was silence for about 10 seconds. Both Yu Ji-hyeong and Park Dae-ri just looked at each other. The silence was broken by PD Song Man-woo, who suddenly got up. He shouted loudly.
âCut!! Okay!!â
Thanks to that, Kang Woojin was startled.
âI was startled, I almost yelled out, âMom.ââ
Fortunately, he was able to maintain his composure. Unaware of this, PD Song Man-woo exclaimed,
âGreat, that was nice! You both killed it!â
After throwing his megaphone aside, he ran straight to the investigation room set.
âWhat the hell? Both of you were grinding your teeth from the first cut??!â
PD Song Man-woo enthusiastically gave thumbs up to both actors, his face alight with satisfaction. It was worth it. Even for a drama heavyweight, the scene just now was one of the best performances. It wasnât a cut that the director could see often.
âHahaha! This is why I canât quit directing??!â
The same was true for the dozens of staff gathered on set.
â···Are they crazy, both of them?â
âI know, right. I thought I was going to suffocate to death.â
âWhy is the acting level so high from the start of shooting?â
The directing team, shooting team, and others were busy covering their mouths or spitting out their shock. No one could believe the acting they just saw.
âDid you see Woojinâs last eye-acting? It really gave me goosebumps. If we do a close-up, I think the viewers will be terrified, right?â
âJung-min also did great; both of them were having a psychological battle. Wow â the scriptâs feeling was captured so vividly.â
The staffâs excitement was understandable. It was the first scene on the first day of shooting, and the pain they had endured preparing seemed washed away by that one scene.
Why?
âIf we feel this way watching it, what will the viewers think? Theyâll be completely drawn in??â
It was the expectation of something extraordinary. The dozens of staff on set had been working solely for that result.
Meanwhile, the actorsâ waiting area was also abuzz.
Ryu Jung-minâs team praised their actor and Kang Woojin. It was similar with Kang Woojinâs team. Of course, Choi Sung-gun was just standing with his arms folded, grinning.
âKang Woojin, he might become the top in the shortest time in history. I will shorten that time even more.â
The recently joined road manager Jang Su-hwan and stylist Han Ye-jung couldnât shut their mouths.
âWow! Insane! Woojinâs acting is really awesome?!! Amazing.â
â···Yes, thatâs true. Iâve seen a fair share of top actors from Hye-yeon sisâs team, but this is the first time Iâve seen that level. Woojin is really good at acting.â
At this point, PD Song Man-woo in the set was hastily briefing the two actors. He wanted to maintain this emotion and tension.
âLetâs try it again the same way. Letâs kill the shot, but Iâll take a better shot. After that, letâs go solo cut of the same scene.â
In both dramas and films, scenes are filmed from various angles: two people talking together, then each character separately, and from a distance. The scene changes from a conversation to an individual, then back to a two-shot of a conversation.
This is to show the viewer the characterâs expression to reduce boredom or increase tension.
Anyway, the shooting proceeded swiftly.
âHi- Action!â
Ryu Jung-minâs solo shot.
âCut! Okay! Now, Woojin!â
Kang Woojinâs solo shot.
Or from slightly above and behind the characters, etc. Thanks to PD Song Man-wooâs ambition, even cuts that were not in the storyboard were added. Of course, this would increase the quality.
âWow, they are shooting this much?â
For Kang Woojin, who was experiencing a large-scale drama for the first time. It was overwhelming.
âAm I going to die after this drama shoot?â
The shooting had just begun.
An hour later, inside the investigation room, Park Dae-ri and Yu Ji-hyeong faced each other. The corners of Park Dae-riâs mouth were raised, but he was not happy. He was staring at Yu Ji-hyeong with his eyes, but he was not only looking at him.
He was considering everything, including Yu Ji-hyeong.
Park Dae-ri, rolling his dark eyes inconspicuously. Yu Ji-hyeong is holding a pen. Itâs quite long. Should I stab him in the neck with that? My hands are free now. Should I smash his head with the chair? Every second, Park Dae-riâs heart gets colder, but his brain works fast.
He unfolds a misaligned conscience, calmly and rationally.
ââ¦â¦â
Park Dae-riâs fingers twitch slightly. Impulse, desire, lust, greed. these sensations spread throughout Park Dae-riâs body and reached his lower regions. Park felt excitement.
The excitement of the flesh.
AhâWhat would that manâs expression be when death is in front of him? At this moment, colors were painted in Park Dae-riâs field of vision. Of course, only in Park Dae-riâs eyes.
Everything else was grey.
Black lines were drawn on the silhouette of a person, and all facial expressions became filled with gray. But Park Dae-ri had to endure it. He had to hide it. He just looks at Yu Ji-hyeong.
Then Yu Ji-hyeong smiled and reached out his hand.
âNo, no, Iâm sorry.â
âItâs okay. Since itâs all trivial anyway. Including my sister. Anyway, arenât all humans the same when minced, right? Whether itâs the patty in a hamburger or a human, thereâs no real difference.â
âOh, thatâs scary.â
âItâs just a joke.â
As if he had been waiting, Yu Ji-hyeong leaned forward. Surely, Park Dae-ri has changed a bit now. So he controls the situation.
âYou look comfortable, here in the interrogation room. Are you comfortable?â
âI am polite to the detectives. I respect them. I think they understand me. So uncomfortable situations donât arise.â
âWas the murder comfortable too?â
In response to the question, Park Dae-ri clasped his hands together. This posture gives legitimacy to what he is saying, his way of expressing seriousness.
âKilling a person is hard. Itâs not easy to create a proper work of art. Others donât know and talk whatever they like. Wicked, trash, go die, the death penalty is the answer.â
âThose are generally correct things to say.â
âBut after all that, they lose interest after only two days. What should I have for lunch today? That becomes more important. So, the act of murder itself is tough, but repetition is comfortable. Did that answer your question?â
Park Dae-ri smiled and tapped a thick file in front of Yu Ji-hyeong with his index finger.
âIs my information in that file? Whatâs in there?â
He changed the subject. Yu Ji-hyeong knew Park Dae-ri âs intention. so he naturally had to accept it and give him a shock again.
âWell, everything? Of course, it also talks about your sister.â
âAre those things and the current me helping? You have to understand me to catch the real culprit.â
Seeing Park Dae-ri, who regained his composure again, Yu Ji-hyeong sighed deeply and opened the file. As if it were a hassle. Nevertheless, his eyes capture Park Dae-riâs gaze and posture.
âPsychopath. At first glance, you may be judged as a psychopath, but in my view, you seem to be a category that combines a sociopath as well. Impulsive but calm. Can you systematically control impulses depending on the opponent and the situation? Thatâs why you show expertise in murder.â
âI see.â
âUsually, sociopaths, unlike psychopaths, often manifest due to the environment in which they were raised. So I thoroughly examined your life. It was tiring since itâs something I donât usually do.â
ââ¦â
Yu Ji-hyeong slowly turned a page.
âYour father was addicted to gambling and alcohol and suffered daily from violence, right? This is a common occurrence. Your fatherâs target was not you, but your mother and sister. Perhaps those two desperately protected you?â
âNo, attacking the weak is common sense.â
âBut your sister couldnât endure it. She committed suicide in high school.â
Turning another page.
âYour mother died instantly when your drunken father crashed into a utility pole. It was a desolate road late at night with no pedestrians or cars. Circumstantially, your mother was likely forced to ride. Your father didnât die instantly but died there. The result was closed as a traffic accident.â
Although his life was being picked apart, but Park Dae-ri still had a faint smile. Yu Ji-hyeong sighed quietly and put a cigarette in his mouth.
But when I looked closely at the records of the incident at the time, something strange stood out. Your mother died instantly in the car, but your father crawled out before dying. But there were small signs of resistance.â
ââ¦â
âWell, itâs an old case, and thereâs no evidence, so it was closed as is. But itâs strange. In that moment of confusion, what was he resisting?â
Suddenly, Yu Ji-hyeong leaned close to Park Dae-ri on the opposite side.
âFrom the beginning, you were a psychopath, and having experienced a hellish life, you nurtured sociopathic tendencies. What were you doing at that time?â
He pointed at Park Dae-ri with his index finger.
âThe pleasure of serial killing was awakened by your father, right? It wasnât five murders, but six.â
Suddenly, Park Dae-riâs expression became rigid. His eyes, stone-like, were motionless, simply staring straight at Yu Ji-hyeongâs face, who had come close. Park Dae-riâs emotions intensified.
Soon, Parkâs gaze went down.
He had seen the pen that Yu Ji-hyung had tucked between the files, and after looking at the pen for a moment, Park Dae-ri again wore his smile and whispered to Yu Ji-hyung.
âYou know, all my works known to the world. Do you think thatâs all?â
Park Dae-riâs voice grew even softer.
âDonât you think there are things that havenât been revealed?â
Then he grinned and grabbed Yu Ji-hyungâs collar, furious. It was a deliberate action.
âYou son of a bitch!!!â
It was uncomfortable to be in the interrogation room any longer. He needed to get out. The detectives rushed over, subdued Park Dae-ri, and cuffed him again. Park Dae-ri resisted fiercely until he was dragged out of the interrogation room.
The interesting thing was.
â Swoosh.
As soon as he came out into the corridor, his resistance suddenly stopped. Moreover, Park Dae-ri even apologized to the detectives who were holding him. His voice was calm.
âIâm sorry for causing a scene.â
â···What??â
At this point, the main camera zoomed in for a close-up of Park Dae-riâs face. Soon, Park Dae-ri, who was slightly bowing his head and smirking, thought of Yu Ji-hyung and muttered to himself.
Park Dae-riâs mind was filled with the fleeting image of his struggling father.
âHeâs thorough; how did he find out?â
Meanwhile,
A man, somewhere on the set, watching Park Dae-riâs acting, couldnât hide his surprise.
âThat⦠actor. Isnât he the rookie from this morning?â
It was Director Kwon Ki-taek, a masked master. He had been puzzled since the actor playing Park Dae-ri first entered the interrogation room set. That rookie, who had looked at the large set with amazement in the morning, was now preparing to be in the same scene as Ryu Jung-min, as if he were a supporting actor.
Why? Why is that unknown rookie being cast in the same scene as Ryu Jung-min?
As Director Kwon Ki-taek, he found it hard to understand. The rookie had full makeup and perfectly prepared costumes, and even had his own camera. But no matter how he looked, that rookie was a face heâd never seen before.
âCould it be⦠heâs from a powerful agency?â
It was common in this industry to push an unknown actor along with a top star. Therefore, Director Kwon Ki-taek had a similar thought. But it didnât take long for that thought to turn 180 degrees.
âRyu Jung-min is struggling not to be overshadowed. Whatâs up with this rookie.â
He couldnât have been just a filler actor. A monster making the top actor struggle. That rookie was now single-handedly overwhelming this huge scene with his acting. The fact that the heavyweight Director Kwon Ki-taek couldnât take his eyes off him was evidence.
ââ¦A rookie? No, that acting isnât from a rookie. Who on earth is he? Someone who has been in theater for a long time?â
Director Kwon Ki-taek, staring intently at Park Dae-riâs acting, called over the film companyâs production PD.
âHey, find out that kidâs name.â
âWhat? Ah, yes. I was thinking of checking myself. His acting is insane.â
Then the production PD quietly moved and asked something to a production staff member. He returned a few minutes later.
âDirector.â
The production PD whispered to Director Kwon Ki-taek.
âThe actorâs name is Kang Woojin.â
âKang Woojin?â
âYes.â
âWait a minute, Kang Woojin? Kang⦠Woojin.â
Director Kwon Ki-taek, for some reason, kept repeating the name Kang Woojin. The reason was simple.
âIâm sure â Iâve heard that name somewhere.â
It was a familiar name. Then it dawned on him. Suddenly, Director Woo Hyun-goo, now fallen from grace, came to Director Kwon Ki-taekâs mind.
Specifically, it was the curse that Director Woo Hyun-goo spat out when they met at a high-end Chinese restaurant.
âSome nobody named Kang Woojin refused my audition. That bastard. His name is Kang Woojin······â
Suddenly, Director Kwon Ki-taekâs eyes widened.
âYes, that rude nobody.â
Thatâs right. That rude nobody was on this set. The threads were connected in a strange place. Of course, the actor named Kang Woojin didnât know Director Kwon Ki-taek.
Then, Director Kwon Ki-taek, who was slightly smiling, turned his gaze back to Kang Woojin on the set.
âThat audition was worth refusing..â
And then, recalling Director Woo Hyun-goo, he muttered softly.
âSince you pushed an audition on that kind of monster, itâs bound to be refused.â
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