Enter stage 5

While < Anti-Study Planner> was concentrating on free work, < Poetry of Anxiety> was still cruising.

A filming scene no different from usual.

“Mr. Yuil…!”

Han Yu-il approached Hwang Yi-won’s call. Then Hwang Yi-won held out his cell phone.

“···It’s Boggle?”

In response to Yuil’s only question, Hwang Yi-won began to boast that he had finally started exchanging messages in earnest.

“I’m worried that too many messages are piling up if I don’t look at them for a while…”

He hesitated slightly and took out his cell phone.

< You must eat well and be healthy! < Good luck shooting today!!!!!♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ < Oppa... Again, time was right for me... < Why are you becoming more and more handsome? It's really annoying (meaning I love you) < I had a dream about Lee Won today. He must have bought a lottery ticket, right? 'You're excited.' Yuil smiled slightly as he looked at Hwang Yiwon who continued talking with a proud face. While the two were chatting about Boggle for a while, they heard the assistant director's voice announcing that filming was imminent. “We’re going to shoot...!” Yoo Il and Hwang Yi-won stood up from their seats at the same time. Director Min Gyu-young grabbed the script and shouted loudly. “I will continue filming from the scene I filmed last time.” Yuil nodded. The filming ended with the tension at its peak. He slightly closed his eyes and walked in front of the camera. . . . The moment when Hwang Yi-won was pushing Cheon Yu-min against the wall. It was an unexpected presence that relieved the tense tension that seemed ready to explode at any moment. “Yumin?” “We’re here~” Jeong Yun-hu has no choice but to take his hand off Yu-min's neck at the tickling voice coming from outside the door. Jeong Yun-hu comes out of her studio and encounters Cheon Yu-min's adoptive parents. “···What’s going on?” “Why? Do you need a reason to come see your son?” Yu-min's parents, who were looking at Jeong Yun-hu with a strange look, soon become happy when they hear Cheon Yu-min's voice. “Ah, you came earlier than expected~” After tying his neck and adjusting his appearance, Cheon Yu-min walks out of the room with a calm expression on his face. Jeong Yun-hu's face becomes increasingly cold as he looks at the three people chatting amicably. '···You don't notice at all.' Cheon Yu-min's adoptive parents don't even seem to feel the sense of disconnect that Jeong Yun-hu felt. They even seem to be much more harmonious than before. As a result, Cheon Yu-min's parents gently urged him to sign a contract for his next project, and their son accepted this. Thanks to this, the parents return home with satisfied faces. Only after seeing them disappear with his own eyes does Jeong Yun-hu ask Cheon Yu-min again. No matter how hard I try to control my facial expressions, my stiff face never returns. “Where is the ‘real’ Cheon Yu-min?” “That’s strange. “Why doesn’t the director think I’m ‘real’?” “Because it can’t be.” "ah···." Cheon Yu-min sighs with a somewhat regretful look on his face. Jeong Yun-hu looks at him with wary eyes. “But.” Cheon Yu-min, who was looking somewhere else for a moment, tilts his head. Jeong Yun-hu is startled when Cheon Yu-min and her eyes meet. His eyes are sparkling strangely. Cheon Yu-min continued speaking with a bright smile. “Isn’t that too prejudiced?” At the same time, Yumin’s eyes coolly sink. At the same time, the fire of madness is gently burning within him. “···Director. As you know, I also write the writings of ‘Cheon Yu-min’.” He looks straight at Jeong Yun-hu and opens his mouth. “I am sitting in the position of ‘Cheon Yu-min’ and living under the name of ‘Cheon Yu-min.’” “That’s not yours.” “How can I say it’s not ‘mine’?” Jeong Yun-hu bites his lip after hearing the question asked out of courtesy. The more I talk, the more I feel like I'm being stopped. “How can Director Jeong Yoon-hoo prove that he is truly himself? I would like to know that.” From that day on, Jeong Yun-hu begins to search for Cheon Yu-min's roots, under the assumption that he had another brother. . . . Just like that, the last shoot of the day began to approach. '···.' The expressions of the production crew looking at the monitor were serious. Last scene of the day. An unidentifiable shadow appears in the shadows. The shadow's face was backlit, revealing its features. '···and.' Ji-yeol, the youngest member of the directing department, who was munching on a whole bag of jelly, opened his mouth in admiration. 'It was Cheon Yu-min 2 in the previous scene...!' ‘Cheon Yu-min 2’ was the name given by the production team. Cheon Yu-min, who appeared first, decided to add 1 to the end of his name, and Cheon Yu-min, who appeared second, decided to add 2. 'It's really awesome.' They clearly have the same face and the same styling. There was literally nothing different about the face and makeup. However, the coolness of Cheon Yu-min 1 and 2 was slightly different. If the former had a coolness with a bit of anxiety, the latter had a mixture of uncontrollable madness. “Jiyeol. Shut your mouth. “The jelly is going to fall.” "bout." Even though he closed his mouth, he couldn't take his eyes off her. '···It's really cool...' He had completely forgotten the nervous feelings he felt when they first met. 'I hope the editing can be completed quickly and seen on Newblix. And, everyone involved in the movie, including him, began waiting for October when filming would end. * A few days after that. Han Yu-il was sleeping in a cold sweat with a paler face than usual. ...To be exact, I was having a nightmare. - Please save me, please... - I have a child at home. I'm only ten years old... The human brain is amazing, capable of imagining scenes we have never seen before with horrifying precision. That's why Yuil had to be confused dozens of times every time he had a dream like this. Han Yu-il knew that the scene he was seeing was not his real memory. However, every 'sight' Yuil was seeing was one of the sights he had imagined too many times, and the countless times he had imagined them were little more than a vague memory. '···please.' Yuil ran with all his might as he looked at the backs of the two people he had seen several times. But no matter how much he ran, his position did not change. 'please.' I knew that wish was useless from the beginning. Even if Yuil caught them, it wasn't like he could really save them. 'Why...' Young Yuil blamed his parents every night. This wouldn't have happened if her parents hadn't gone to South America. But that resentment did not last long. It was easier for him to blame himself than to blame the parents he could no longer see. . . . Yuil Han woke up early in the morning, feeling as if one side of his stomach was clogged. "···after." He slowly opened his eyes, wiping his damp eyes. Last night, I remembered falling asleep while playing background pictures. It was because my mind was complicated ahead of the emotional acting in < Poetry of Anxiety>.

‘···It’s frustrating.’

And when I turned my gaze, I saw white and fluffy fur. Malang had placed his face gently on his stomach.

Soft. As Her Yuil murmured in a subdued voice, brushing her dog’s fur with one hand, Malang opened her closed eyes and stared at Her Yuil. It was a gaze with a clear purpose.

“···okay. Let’s eat.”

As soon as Yuil spoke, Malang jumped off the bed. And he started wagging his tail eagerly in front of the food bowl.

【You must leave at 11 am today. Filming of < Poetry of Anxiety> is scheduled.】

Yuil Han nodded at Bwin’s voice, which was as calm as usual.

Yuil, who had woken up early and decided to go for a walk, changed his clothes.

“So soft.”

When Yuil opened his mouth, the dog jumped off the bed as if he had been waiting. I was glad that people liked walking even though they were scared.

Yuil went out the front door holding Malang’s lead. An opaque window sparkled before his eyes.

【Step 4 goal achievement rate: 96.3%】

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When Yoo Il, who was out for a walk, was walking holding the leash of a mallang.

Another puppy was seen in the distance. It was a small puppy that seemed to be less than a quarter of the size of a soft dog.

As soon as the little puppy saw the softie, it started barking loudly. Then, the owner, who quickly picked up the small puppy and held it in her arms, came forward, looking straight at Yuil.

The woman holding the puppy was thin and small in stature, and she was wearing a hat that was held low. The puppy appeared to be a Pomeranian mix with her cute appearance.

‘···?’

Yu Il, who stood still and waited for them to pass, was a little embarrassed. Because Yoo Il was at a dead end, it seemed like the woman blocked his path.

“I’m sorry, but can you please pass by first? “My dog ​​is very scared.”

“Oh, I’m sorry too… I don’t think that’s going to work.”

“yes?”

As Yoo Il looked at him in confusion, the woman opened her mouth again.

“I have a disease that makes it impossible for me to ignore my juniors.”

As Yoo Il looked at him with an expression of incomprehension, the woman wearing a hat turned her head intently and looked around. Then she took off her hat and showed her face.

Han Yu-il was shocked when he saw that face.

“···Seniors?”

The woman who took off her hat slightly to show her face was none other than Choi Yeon-hee. He was four years older than Yoo Il and was an actor who often appeared in genres such as mystery and thrillers.

“nice to meet you. “How can we meet like this~?”

Yeonhee Choi said with a grin.

Actually, it wasn’t a coincidence. Yeonhee Choi had known for a long time that she and Hanyu lived in the same neighborhood, and she also knew when they went for a walk. For the past week, Choi Yeon-hee has been walking along Han Yu-il’s walking route, and it was not until today that she finally met Yu-il.

‘···First of all, I put the first button on.’

In fact, she had a solid plan.

Choi Yeon-hee has never played the main character of a romantic drama before. At first, she thought it was okay because everyone is good at something, but as time went by, she became more and more disappointed.

– Yeonhee is pretty and good at acting… um, maybe the chemistry isn’t enough for a romance?

The day I heard those words from a director I thought was close to me, I was in the worst mood.

‘If you’re going to swear, just do it!’

Yeonhee Choi gritted her teeth.

Sadly, romance drama scripts are first introduced to the most popular male actors at the time. And the female protagonists often became the female actors that the male actors had chosen – if they were in a relationship, their romantic partners.

‘I will definitely film a romance within next year.’

Yes.

Choi Yeon-hee has recently been trying to target not only writers and directors, but also (prospective) co-stars.

The problem was that Han Yu-il was an opponent whose strategy did not work as well as she expected.

“Actually, I knew that Yuil was a friend from the neighborhood~!”

“Wow, really? How amazing.”

“Right? Let’s take a walk together and have coffee…”

Then, king! And the puppy in Choi Yeonhee’s arms barked. Malang heard the sound and started jumping up and down with all her might.

“Ah… senior. Let’s go first. sorry. Soft. let’s go.”

‘···?!’

Choi Yeon-hee, who was looking at Han Yu-il’s back in vain, looked at Coco with resentment.

“Coco! Hey, aren’t you going to help me?!”

king! Yeonhee Choi let out a sigh as she looked at Coco barking, her eyes shining.

···I felt like it would take a long time.

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Meanwhile, time passed quickly.

The filming of < Poetry of Anxiety> has ended. The date was closer to mid-October.

And, Han Yu-il entered the 5th stage.