Free Web NovelYoomyeong took a deep breath, filling his chest to the brim before holding it. Then, with a surge of strength in his forearms, he pulled the bowstring taut.
Maintaining maximum tension, he aligned his gaze and the arrowhead with the target, focusing intensely as if the target were not made of paper but real prey.
And as if he relished the peak of that tension, the corners of his mouth curved into a smile before he released the arrow.
Zing
The arrow flew straight toward the target.
Swish
And missed.
"Cut! Good work."
"Thank you. You too, Director."
"We'll film the arrow hitting the target next."
The archery instructor who had been watching from the side interjected. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ
"Weren't you a bit of a marksman? Looking at you, I thought you'd hit the bullseye."
"Haha, I only learned the stance for the shoot."
Yoomyeong laughed awkwardly.
"Try learning it properly next time. You'll pick it up in no time if your form is that stable. So, what else have you done? You look like someone who's trained in martial arts or combat sports for a long time."
"Uh... I haven't really trained in anything."
"Is that so? Hmm."
The talkative instructor's gaze sharpened, becoming completely different from before as he drew his bow and aimed at the target. Yoomyeong carefully observed the instructor's posture and gaze, thinking it might come in handy someday.
Zing
Thwack!
After filming the arrow piercing the bullseye, the shoot at the archery range came to an end.
Because the Unmask segment consisted only of cutaway shots showcasing Park Joo-won's colorful lifestyle without any dialogue, filming at a single location did not take long. However, since all of the outdoor filming had to be completed in one day, the schedule was tight.
"We'll move quickly to the next location."
Since it was the middle of the day, the club wasn't open for business. However, cameras, lights, and other equipment had already been set up, and extras dressed in nightlife outfits and makeup filled the club.
Yoomyeong changed into the prepared outfit and added a bit of styling to his hair.
"Can you dance, Yoomyeong?"
"Uh... I'm not sure. I've never danced this kind of dance before."
"It's more about expressive facial expressions than flashy dance moves, so don't stress too much. Just go with the flow and find the rhythm with the people around you."
The most glamorous female extras were positioned where they would make eye contact with Joo-won. The concept showed Joo-won focusing on the music and dancing while ignoring their flirtatious glances.
Soon enough, music began to fill the space.
The enclosed room, illuminated by flickering neon signs, made it difficult to tell whether it was day or night.
"Everyone, please start dancing."
Many of the extras were regular clubgoers and familiar with the scene, having been there the night before and planning to return again that evening. They began moving naturally to the thumping hip-hop music.
Yoomyeong observed them for a moment.
Each of them moved to the beat in their own unique way, but there was also a pattern. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
As a professional at using his body, Yoomyeong quickly picked up on the pattern and began moving along with it.
Dum dum
The foundation of the dance was the up-and-down motion.
Bouncing lightly to the rhythm with the knees and waist added spring to the body, and the wave-like motion created by the bounce looked stylish without being excessive.
As he got the hang of it, the simple up-and-down movements evolved, and his shoulders began to sway slightly.
The director watched the scene with a peculiar feeling.
An actor who knew how to display his body.
Although he didn't yet seem completely at ease in the space like the others, the controlled movements that extended to his fingertips and the captivating elegance of his body following the direction of his feet a beat later were undeniable.
He exuded a natural charm.
And as the music continued, the sense of unfamiliarity gradually disappeared, and the evolving movements developed a distinct character that drew the attention of those around him.
Dumm!!!
When the music stopped and filming paused, the extras murmured among themselves.
"Does he have some experience dancing?"
"Is he from abroad? It's a little different from the local club style."
"I went clubbing in the U.S. once, and the clubs in Chicago had his kind of vibe."
Amid the vague comparisons and critiques, Yoomyeong asked awkwardly,
"Is... is this how it's supposed to be?"
The director was speechless.
Then the shoot continued with scenes of Yoomyeong driving along a deserted road and embodying the concept of aggressive driving at a racetrack.
The 15-second version highlighted the stiff Mr. Park at the office before cutting to Park Joo-won enjoying his life after work and driving aggressively. Meanwhile, the 3-minute mini-drama version added dialogue to show Mr. Park's stressful daily life before he broke free to live as Park Joo-won rather than Mr. Park, only to return to his orderly routine the next day.
"That's a wrap!!!"
And so, the commercial shoot came to an end.
She swallowed a capsule of ginseng extract, something she reserved for times of extreme exhaustion.
"It was the most rewarding day of my life. I was finally rewarded for all the hardships I had endured at the company!"
Park Jinhee took pride in her work and professionalism, but work was still work.
This Crude advertisement was the embodiment of office worker Park Jinhee's fantasy: leaving work at 6 p.m., breaking free from the office, wearing the mask of the competent Ms. Park during work hours, and spending her free time doing what she enjoyed.
This project was the first time her work and hobbies had aligned, each enhancing the other.
She held the flash drive tightly, her face glowing with excitement.
Today, she had an important meeting.
Seated at a corner table hidden from prying eyes by large plants was the person Jinhee had come to meet.
"Hello, Ms. President."
"Hello, Emperor Bohyung."
It was Jung So-jin.
"Can I see the goods first?"
"After you see them, rational conversation may become impossible."
"Is it really that significant? I still want to open Pandora's box!"
"Then here it is, haha."
She handed over a flash drive, and So-jin quickly plugged it into her laptop and began reviewing the dozens of photos stored inside.
"Wow, a suit..."
"Yes, a suit."
"Wait, are the shirt buttons actually undone? And the sleeves?!"
"Calm down, Ms. President."
As the hand gripping the mouse began to tremble, Park Jinhee poured her some water. So-jin gulped it down and took a deep breath.
"So, you witnessed this scene in person?"
"Yes."
"Ah!! Seriously! I'm so jealous. Those eyes... I want to see them."
Park Jinhee broke into a sweat at the ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) chilling comment before bringing up the agreement.
"As I mentioned, the source has to remain anonymous. No one can know it's me."
"That's obvious, but is this really okay? Aren't there industrial secrets or legal issues involved?"
"No. It's been approved as part of the buzz marketing strategy by the executive in charge. The company won't take any action."
"Then why go through such a complicated method?"
"Which are you more likely to click on? A photo, or a leaked photo?"
"Ah, I see. So that's what you intended."
Jung So-jin nodded in understanding.
Then she immediately upgraded Jinhee to gold member status in the fan café management system.
"This is a small token of appreciation."
"Oh, thank you!"
"While I'm jealous that you got to see this alone, you've earned gold member status by deciding to share even a little of it with everyone. I look forward to your future contributions."
"Yes. I'll release the B-cuts after the ad launch as well. I can't do it through the fan club, but the more content, the better."
"You're right."
Today, Park Jinhee had gotten everything she wanted and made full use of it.
She satisfied her personal desire to share Yoomyeong's cool appearance, achieved her goal as the marketing team leader for Crude, and even earned a gold member badge.
It was truly the perfect harmony between hobby and work, a beautiful collaboration.
Yoomyeong was enjoying a leisurely moment on a park bench, feeling the breeze for the first time in a while.
Despite wearing a black beanie and sunglasses to cover his face and dressing as plainly as possible, passersby still glanced at him, sensing something unusual about him.
He was there to watch the fall regular performance of , which featured Seon-ha and his Oedipus colleague Hye-Seon. Hansung, Jun-ho, and Suho were also free and planned to join him, but Yoomyeong had arrived in Daehangno early to enjoy the sunlight and take a leisurely walk before the performance began.
"Hyung, call me immediately if you get recognized and it starts getting crowded."
"Don't worry too much. I look so ordinary that I doubt anyone will recognize me."
"I doubt that."
Road manager Ho-chul sighed as he watched Yoomyeong, who recently seemed to attract attention even when he was simply sitting still.
Although he didn't have particularly striking features or an unusually handsome face, Yoomyeong could no longer pass for an ordinary person, even if he bundled himself up completely.
Having worked as a road manager for years and watched celebrities rise to fame, Ho-chul found Yoomyeong's dramatic transformation unique.
{People keep staring at you, kyung.}
"Really?"
{Try toning down your presence if you don't want to be recognized. It might help.}
Yoomyeong dimmed his charisma, and Miho once again marveled at his ability to control his presence. He had never seen a human manage their energy so effectively.
"The breeze is nice, isn't it?"
It was a cool autumn day.
The air had grown a bit chilly as late October approached, but the sunlit spots remained warm, and the occasional cool breeze made the atmosphere refreshing.
Music drifted through the park from various corners where buskers were performing.
{Look, is that person acting?}
"Where?"
Miho pointed toward a woman in a mask who was making expressive gestures and reciting lines from .
A few onlookers watched her, but they quickly lost interest and moved on when they realized her performance wasn't as immediately engaging as the music.
Yoomyeong watched her performance from beside a flowerbed.
{Hey, isn't that the girl?}
"Huh?"
{You know, the one who did the photoshoot with you. The one who played the lead role in the drama you were doing in your past life.}
Yoomyeong looked more closely at the face visible beneath the mask.
"It really is her... Why would someone who already debuted be here?"
The actress was the very woman Yoomyeong had done the pictorial with.
Seol Soo Yeon.
