Chapter 51
“That face? I would’ve been disappointed if you two hadn’t lived together.”
At Han Jiseon’s remark, the two assistant writers covered their mouths, struggling to hold back their laughter.
“W-Wait, Ms. Writer, you’re not serious, right?”
“I never say things I don’t mean. You know that, don’t you?”
“B-But… if the rumors are true… it could affect the drama…”
Cha Dojin stammered, clearly not expecting Han Jiseon to react like this.
“Why do you care, Mr. Cha Dojin? It’s not like Kim Doyun PD can’t handle a little rumor.”
“W-Who are you talking about?”
“Who else? Kim Doyun PD, obviously.”
Han Jiseon scoffed, recalling what Doyun had said not too long ago.
[I’ve completed the investigation on Seo Dongjin. From his time at the orphanage through elementary, middle, and high school—there wasn’t a single case of school violence or even a parking ticket.]
Doyun had thoroughly checked every cast member, including the supporting actors, to ensure there wouldn’t be any issues.
[This information was discreetly gathered by someone highly skilled in background checks. You can trust it 99%.]
When Jiseon had asked why it wasn’t 100%, Doyun had replied—
[Because the remaining 1% accounts for crimes committed in the heart, not in action. Everyone has, at least once, thought, ‘I want to kill that bastard.’]
At that moment, Han Jiseon had realized—even someone as polite and logical as Doyun had moments when he wanted to kill someone.
But she understood.
She was committing a crime in her heart too—because she really wanted to smack Cha Dojin right now.
Of course, that wasn’t something she could actually do.
Instead, she spoke coldly.
“Mr. Cha Dojin, you’re exactly like Suhyeok. Talking behind Yeonwoo’s back like that.”
“T-That’s not it! I only said it because I want the project to do well…”
“Then go act! Stop interfering with my work. Seulgi, Mr. Cha Dojin is leaving.”
At that moment, the doorbell rang.
“Huh? Who could that be?”
“Who else? My relief pitcher.”
Han Jiseon gestured with her chin for someone to open the door.
Lee Seulgi quickly ran over and opened it, revealing Doyun.
“You’re here, Mr. PD. I was starting to think my eyes were going to fall out waiting for you.”
Doyun strode in confidently, locking eyes with Cha Dojin as he looked down at him.
That gaze made Cha Dojin scowl in irritation.
‘Ugh, what the hell? How dare this lowborn bastard look at me like that?’
—
“Mr. Cha Dojin?”
Doyun had stopped by Han Jiseon’s workspace after dropping his mother and Dohee off at the broadcasting station.
Jiseon had sent him an SOS, claiming she was on the verge of losing her mind because she had written five different versions of Episode 4’s ending and hated them all.
But finding Cha Dojin already here was a pleasant surprise.
That meant he wouldn’t have to go looking for him later—saving him time.
A smirk curled on Doyun’s lips.
“Mr. PD, weren’t you supposed to be in Jeongdongjin?”
“My schedule isn’t your concern.”
Doyun handed a shopping bag to Lee Seulgi.
“These are tteokbokki and side dishes my mother made. They’re uncooked, so just store them in the fridge and heat them up when needed.”
“Wow! Thank you so much.”
“Geez, why did she pack so much again? Seulgi, check if there’s perilla leaf pickles too.”
Han Jiseon licked her lips as she asked, but Doyun answered before Seulgi could.
“There are perilla leaf, sesame leaf, and chili leaf pickles. All of them.”
“Oh my god. I’m so happy right now.”
Seeing Han Jiseon clasp her hands together like a delighted child, Cha Dojin let out a dry chuckle.
She had barely glanced at the luxury skincare set he had given her—one that cost hundreds of thousands of won, with each snail cream priced over 200,000 won.
Yet, she was acting like she had won the lottery over some rustic side dishes and tteokbokki from Doyun.
Surrounded by these country bumpkins, he was starting to question what he was even doing here.
“Ms. Writer, I need to speak with Mr. Cha Dojin in private for a moment. Would you mind?”
“Oh, sure. Go ahead. Just come back quickly—I’m totally stuck.”
“Of course.”
Doyun smiled politely at Jiseon, but when he turned to Cha Dojin, his expression turned ice-cold, sharp as winter frost.
“Let’s go.”
Cha Dojin hesitated for a moment, sensing something ominous, but then straightened his shoulders.
There was no reason to be afraid of Kim Doyun when he had Lee Beom-un backing him.
Unaware that Beom-un had already been completely crushed by Doyun.
—
“Suffering from an inferiority complex because you’ll never escape the life of a perennial supporting actor? I can understand that.”
The moment they sat down at the coffee shop on the first floor of Life Officetel, Doyun fired his first shot.
“Kim Doyun, have you lost your mind? How dare you say something so rude to me?”
“It’s a fact.”
Leaning back against the chair, Doyun continued.
“Should I put it more gently? You assumed that junior actor you resented was just some rich kid, but when you found out he was an orphan, you decided to step on him instead? Well, in that case, I should be allowed to step on you too.”
“Hey, you! Do you really think you can still work on this drama after this? If I announce I’m quitting, who do you think CEO Jeong will fire?”
“You.”
Without hesitation, Doyun pointed directly at Cha Dojin.
“Y-You crazy bastard! You’ve lost your damn mind. Do you really think CEO Jeong would cut me after all the promo posters have been printed and the press conference has been held?”
“Of course.”
For a moment, Cha Dojin just gawked at him in disbelief. Then, as if coming to his senses, he grabbed his phone.
His hands were shaking slightly as he tried to make a call.
Meanwhile, Doyun made eye contact with the server and ordered.
“Iced Americano, please.”
Cha Dojin hesitated, debating whether he should put the phone down and continue the conversation instead.
Sensing the hesitation, Doyun gestured encouragingly.
“Go ahead, make your move. I’ll have my coffee first.”
With a thud, Cha Dojin placed his phone on the table, deciding it would be best to hear Doyun out before making the call.
‘It doesn’t really matter who attacks first.’
Doyun checked his watch before looking at Cha Dojin.
“So, should I take that as permission to go first? In that case, you won’t get a chance to say a single word. Wouldn’t that be a shame?”
“Quit beating around the bush and just talk already. Why are you acting so cocky? Fuck, you’re just a PD.”
“Alright, then I’ll go first. Since I’m a PD and all.”
Doyun leaned forward slightly, locking eyes with Cha Dojin.
“I have no intention of forgiving anyone who tries to ruin my drama, even if they’re one of the cast members. Because I refuse to stand by and watch an entire production team’s hard work go to waste because of one bastard.”
Doyun pulled a document from his coat pocket and placed it on the table.
“What’s this?”
“Something that can completely destroy you.”
“Ha, don’t make me laugh… What is this? Yulpi, Eoseongcho, Mugwort? Gotu kola…? What the hell is this?”
It was a transaction statement from Judith, detailing their medicinal herb purchases, which Doyun had received via email from Do Jeongsoo at Cosmetan.
They were high-end ingredients. Normally, Judith should have been using these for their cosmetic production. However…
Cha Dojin’s father, Cha Gwangsu, had been collecting leftover dregs from medicinal decoctions at Gyeongdong Market and supplying them to the factory instead.
“The thing I despise most in the world are guys like you, who rely on their parents’ connections to act arrogant. Judith has already been informed about this, so by now, your father is probably clearing out his desk.”
“M-My father got f-fired?”
“He’ll probably go to jail for embezzlement, too. The CEO of Judith is absolutely livid.”
Just then, a server brought over Doyun’s iced Americano, which he sipped contentedly.
“W-What… Embezzlement…? Why would my father…”
“Oh, I don’t know. Did you really think your imported car, your fancy Han River-view apartment, and your designer wardrobe all came from your father’s salary?”
“T-That’s money I earned…”
“A supporting actor who barely makes ₩1 million per episode, with no CF deals? What magic trick did you pull off? Oh, right—modeling!”
Doyun clapped his forehead as if he had just remembered.
“But you weren’t even the main model—you got paid ₩100,000 per shoot.”
“You fucking bastard…”
Cha Dojin trembled, looking like he was about to grab Doyun by the collar.
But as a so-called celebrity, all he could do was breathe heavily, unable to lift his arms.
He must’ve been conscious of the people around them.
Watching his reaction with a blank expression, Doyun continued.
“I thought you were genuinely passionate about acting. You didn’t have any exceptional talents, but you played villains well. Turns out, it wasn’t acting.”
A pathetic loser, jealous of the protagonist.
A crazed man, willing to put the woman he loved in danger just to keep her.
That was why Doyun hadn’t yet cut him from the role of Suhyeok, Yeonwoo’s rival.
Of course, since there was a chance this bastard might cause trouble for Seo Dongjin on set or harm Eun Jihoon, Doyun needed to thoroughly crush him now.
“If you try to sabotage my drama, I’ll make sure your father’s crimes are linked to you and have it all over entertainment news. Acting? You won’t get to do it in your next life either.”
“……”
“Oh, and you should hold onto that ₩1 million per episode as tightly as possible. Judith’s chairman is going to seize all your father’s assets.”
Doyun finished his coffee in one long sip and stood up.
“If you don’t show up at the Jeongdongjin set by 7 a.m. tomorrow, I’ll consider your role gone. Well then, I’ll be leaving now.”
***
“I-I’d rather die than work with that bastard!”
Cha Dojin sat there dumbfounded, watching Doyun walk out of the café, then suddenly grabbed his phone.
‘Who do I call first?’
Director Lee Beom-un? Or CEO Jeong Woon-Young?
Right at that moment, his phone rang ominously—it was his mother.
“N-No way…”
If what Doyun had said was true, his entire household must be in chaos right now.
With trembling fingers, Cha Dojin pressed the call button.
-I can’t take this anymore! Dojin, your father—
A wave of dizziness hit him, and he squeezed his eyes shut.
***
“Director Oh went down to Jeongdongjin?”
Han Jiseon widened her eyes while chewing on tteokbokki, which Lee Seulgi and Ham Dajeong had cooked.
Doyun couldn’t quite understand what was so amazing about Shin Sun-ok’s homemade tteokbokki.
Not that it was bad.
He just couldn’t imagine cooking an entire pot like Jiseon and eating it so happily.
Instead, he took a bite of a cookie and answered.
“Yes, the CEO and Director Oh made a surprise visit.”
“They went there to check on Lee Beom-un. Director Oh is distantly related to him.”
That was news to Doyun. He looked up.
“Really?”
“Yeah. Before I became a drama writer, I was a junior PD in variety shows. Director Oh’s wife was the head writer for a major variety show. A total bitch, by the way.”
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