Poetry of Anxiety (2)

“I’m going in.”

Hwang Yi-won opened the door, holding the coffee carrier he ordered in one hand.

“…?”

Soon he took a step or two back without realizing it.

This was because the only figure lying inside looked too pale.

‘···!’

But the embarrassment did not last long.

‘···no. ‘I’m breathing.’

He could feel relieved only after seeing the moving chest.

I can’t believe you’re mistaken about that appearance. I felt like I was laughing at myself.

‘Anyway, you must be tired.’

If I was able to fall asleep so soundly in the waiting room, it seemed like it was true that I had been having a hard time even if I didn’t show it.

Hwang Yi-won knew that Han Yu-il had been running without a break.

This was understandable because he also had a busy schedule when he was young.

Hwang Yi-won, who was thinking about the past for the first time in a long time, nodded and looked at him. Hwang Yi-won meticulously examined Yu Il’s face.

Yuil didn’t seem to be having a very good dream. There was a slight wrinkle between his eyebrows.

– I flinch.

At that time, Han Yu-il’s fingertips began to tremble.

Hwang Yi-won walked slowly towards Yu Yu.

‘···Is it okay to leave it like this?’

That’s not to say… Han Yu-il’s face seemed to be getting paler.

Next, Han Yu-il, who was lying flat on his back, suddenly gasped.

‘···!’

It looked as if they were being chased.

At that time, Hwang Yi-won was seriously wondering whether he should wake up Han Yu-il.

Yuil was in Cheon Yumin’s studio.

Han Yu-il was in Cheon Yu-min’s body, sitting in Cheon Yu-min’s chair, and looking into Cheon Yu-min’s memories.

Cheon Yu-min was leaning against the back of a chair with the manuscript in front of him, tilting his head back.

He slowly closed his eyes.

There was a letter next to the unfinished manuscript.

[happy birthday. I love you always, son – Mom]

“It’s my birthday.”

Cheon Yu-min laughed bitterly.

I couldn’t forget that date. It was the day he was adopted into this perfect family.

– You are the joy of our family.

– How lucky I am to have you.

After being adopted at an age he barely remembers, he grew up in a spotless, ‘perfect’ family.

Under the protection of his parents, who always put him first, he was able to unleash his genius.

Even after learning that his writings had been published under his own name, his parents were overjoyed.

– I can’t believe my child is this talented.

– Honey, our ‘choice’ was not wrong.

Since he first started writing, he has been thinking about the most effective debut.

Yumin was satisfied after seeing his parents’ reaction.

Because it was the reaction I expected.

– Yumin. You don’t have to go to school today. I have an interview since morning.

– By any chance, when are you going to write your next work?

···Yes, I was satisfied.

Although they were vain and overly conscious of the opinions of those around them, they were at least the best parents to Yumin.

They enjoyed the stares. Yumin was the same.

Since his debut at a young age, he has been surrounded by all kinds of rumors.

[It will be luck the first time.]

While people cheered the emergence of a young genius, they secretly expected his fall.

– Little genius author, scheduled to announce his next work

‘Concentrate your gaze’

– Writer Cheon Yu-min, nominated for the Kim So-yeol Literary Award… Is he a genius boy or a marketing genius?

However, Yumin knew how to use the packaging that surrounded him.

Every time a new work comes out, Yumin Cheon’s work attracts a lot of controversy and popularity, and all of his works become bestsellers.

It was not long after Cheon Yu-min became an adult that he realized his limitations.

One day, Yumin Cheon comes across an article written by someone.

People who read the novel that started circulating on the Internet began to say that it was an unpublished novel by Yumin Cheon.

I couldn’t help but feel that way. The novel contained Cheon Yu-min’s cool and sharp writing style and a dark and poignant theme.

And Cheon Yu-min was shocked by a short novel written by an unknown author.

‘I didn’t write it.’

He reads the novel until he wears it out.

And you end up frustrated.

Cheon Yu-min knew that he was smart. I thought maybe he was a genius.

But no. He wasn’t a genius.

‘···I can never write like this.’

From that moment on, Cheon Yu-min started taking medicine.

And now, Cheon Yu-min’s entire daily life was being ruined by ‘him’ whose name he did not even know.

Cheon Yu-min knew.

‘He’ wishes for his own destruction. I wish for the most shabby and insignificant death.

As his thoughts deepened, one of his eyes began to flutter.

Cheon Yu-min began to swallow the medicine with trembling hands.

The harsh and bitter medicine scratched my throat.

He looked at the ceiling with dry eyes.

Then, he placed his fingers on the keyboard.

He began moving his fingers frantically on the keyboard with unfocused eyes.

A familiar voice rang in the mind of Han Yu-il, who was writing as if he were possessed by Cheon Yu-min.

【···End background painting.】

The familiar jungle began to shimmer before my eyes again.

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Han Yu-il slowly opened his eyes. His vision began to become clearer.

Soon, the image of Hwang Yi-won appeared in his eyes.

‘···!’

Han Yu-il opened his eyes wide and looked at Hwang Yi-won with a surprised face. Hwang Yi-won’s eyes were very wide. It was the first time I had seen him so embarrassed.

“Seniors?”

“···ah. I’m sorry. “I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

Han Yoo-il bit his lip from the dizziness that came over him.

Hwang Yi-won, who saw that, slowly opened his mouth.

“Shooting is important, but you also need to take a break when you’re tired. ”

“no. it’s okay.”

Han Yu-il placed his hand on the sofa to get up.

However, unlike his mind, his body did not wake up easily.

“···Are you really okay?”

When Yu Il saw his expression, he thought it was too bad. I had already seen the staff faint before my eyes.

‘It’s difficult if you misunderstand.’

“Or even in the hospital for a while…”

“No, it’s okay!”

Yuil answered by unknowingly tightening his throat.

Looking at Hwang Yi-won’s expression, it seemed like he wouldn’t let it go easily unless the answer was acceptable. After thinking briefly, Yu Il opened his mouth.

“···It’s because of the nightmare.”

This was true to some extent, since the more often you use background pictures, the more unintended nightmares you have.

Hearing his words, Hwang Yi-won’s eyebrows rose.

“If you rest, you will feel better soon. “You don’t have to worry.”

But Han Yu-il didn’t know.

I had no idea what kind of results those words would bring.

*

The very next day.

The set is in full swing preparing for filming.

“···ok?”

The assistant director looked at Min Woo-jin with a puzzled face.

As expected, Min Woojin was whining and carrying a huge baggage.

“What is all this?”

Most of the luggage appeared to be gifts, including herbal teas including rosemary and chamomile, aromatic oils, and even famous brand pillows.

‘···It’s a complete insomnia-fighting set.’

The assistant director looked at the gifts Min Woo-jin was holding with an exclamation and tilted his head.

“What event happened today? “I don’t think anyone came to the filming set.”

“Ah, this is Hwang Yi-won… evil!”

Min Woo-jin, who was answering intently, desperately stretched out his arm to pick up the shopping bag that had fallen.

“Here you go. But what about actor Hwang Yi-won?”

“Ahh! thank you Yes, the actor gave it to Yu Il-i as a gift.”

“···All of this?”

It was not strange, as Hwang Yi-won was famous for giving light gifts to people around him, but it was true that the type of gift was unusual.

The gift given to Han Yu-il started to become a hot topic among fans of both sides.

[@dbalf_tkerd (photo) I heard that Yoo Il received all of this from actor Hwang Yi-won]

┗ [@yuull_22 ?????]

┗ [@HYul_0401 Maybe it’s an anniversary that only I didn’t know about]

┗ [@djWj3d3dy But Yul can’t sleep well..? These are all good things for insomnia]

┗ [@yuulll_33 I see…]

– Actor Lee Won’s love for his junior♡♡♡♡♡♡

[(Photo) (Photo)

All of that was given to us by our actor.. Our actor has as much love for his juniors as he does for his fansㅠㅠ♡♡♡♡♡♡

+ The photo was taken from actor Han Yu-il, Shasta haha]

┗ That junior actor is also someone I like these days~~

┗┗ Me too haha ​​I guess we became friends because we are both good people.^^

┗ Still, I watched the fishing vlog yesterday hahaha. Actor Yoo Il is so cute~

┗┗ That’s right haha ​​I can see actor Lee Won looking pretty.

Fans were enthusiastic about the relationship between the two, which seemed to be deepening as they gave each other gifts following the fishing vlog.

Moreover, what happened at the filming set a few days ago was also covered in the news.

– One staff member fainted at the filming site of ‘Poetry of Anxiety’… No threat to life.

– [Exclusive] ‘Poetry of Anxiety’ 20-year-old actor who personally provided first aid to a fainting staff member

Although the staff’s name and the actor’s name did not appear directly, anyone could tell that the ’20s actor’ in the article was Han Yu-il.

┗ Huh

┗ Yu Il-ah…

┗ ㅠㅠㅠㅠI’m glad the staff wasn’t seriously hurt.

┗┗ Yuil is just light

┗ It’s a rare thing, but there are very few celebrities who really care about the staff they work with.

┗┗ There is a reason why there are so many good stories.

┗┗ ㄹㅇ..

Meanwhile, Han Yu-il rubbed the back of his neck as he looked at the ‘Insomnia Fighting Set’ piled up in the back seat.

‘···oh my.’

He opened an herb-flavored candy and rolled it in his mouth. He thought that he should at least send some herbal medicine to senior Hwang Yi-won.

*

And the next day.

“···action!”

Han Yu-il slowly opened his eyes.

Now standing in front of the camera were Cheon Yu-min and Jeong Yun-hoo.

“Can I ask you one question?”

Cheon Yu-min looks at Jeong Yun-hu with a mischievous face.

Yunhu, facing his face, swallows dry saliva without realizing it.

“What would you think if I disappeared?”

If the employer disappeared… it was a non-performance of duty.

“Disciplinary action for neglect of duty…”

“I understand that there is no such clause in our contract.”

“···.”

It was true.

After thinking for a while, Jeong Yun-hu slowly opens his mouth.

“I feel like I’m blaming myself.”

Thinking about it again, it feels strange. Jeong Yun-hoo bows her head in embarrassment.

“I blame myself.”

Yumin, who has said the same word in his mouth several times, smiles neatly.

“Let’s not blame ourselves.”

“yes?”

“No matter what the outcome is, it will all be my karma.”

“···.”

This is difficult to understand. But ironically, I understood it because it was Cheon Yu-min’s words.

“Let me ask you one more question.”

Cheon Yu-min’s clear eyes turn to Jeong Yun-hu.

“Director Jeong, do you really think I’m a genius?”

“yes.”

“Don’t think about other people, think about Director Jeong.”

Then Jeong Yun-hu narrowed his eyebrows. She then hesitantly opened her mouth.

“···Honestly, I don’t know. “Because I didn’t read the book.”

As Jeong Yun-hoo said that, he slowly raised his gaze and was startled.

I saw a surprisingly deep smile spreading across Cheon Yu-min’s face.

It was definitely a handsome face… and a dazzling smile.

But I got goosebumps.

‘···!’

Min Gyu-young, who was monitoring, shifted his gaze while holding the headphones.

To Han Yu-il, who is actually standing on the set.

I knew I was good at acting, but it was getting worse as time went on.

Han Yu-il showed that he went half a step further than what they thought was the ‘best acting’.

Through many years of experience, they had a certain sense of the outcome even after seeing the footage.

Min Gyu-hyun and Min Gyu-young made eye contact.

Min Gyu-young whispered.

“···done.”

It seemed like the film festival was right in front of me.

*

There was no filming for < Poetry of Anxiety> the next day.

Instead, Han Yu-il headed to Sangam for a photo shoot.

“Should I get some coffee before I go in?”

“Please park your car, bro. “I’ll get it.”

“…Are you going to be okay?”

Yuil shrugged his shoulders. Since it was near the filming site anyway, even if it were a cafe, it would be full of people involved.

And his prediction was accurate. The people in the cafe were each wearing dark circles and concentrating on their meeting. He only glanced at Yuil for a moment, but he did not make any obvious acquaintance.

“Five glasses of iced Americano, is that correct?”

“thank you.”

That was when Yuil ordered coffee and came out.

“Does this make sense?!”

Yuil stopped walking when he heard a sharp voice coming from the alley.