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Chapter 359:

Chapter 359

Seo-jun calmed Kim Han-seok’s mind by letting go of his hand. 

The other first-year students were the same. 

The kids who looked like they were about to burst into tears at any moment began to calm down one by one with the warm energy.

But their faces were still full of worry, so Seo-jun opened his mouth in a gentle voice.

“It might not be a bad result if you don’t have any pain anywhere.”

“But… I haven’t had much appetite lately…”

The first-year students and Kim Han-seok also looked down.

They saw a clean and shiny plate that didn’t need to be washed. It was Kim Han-seok’s plate.

…Today’s lunch was unusually delicious.

“Uh… I was a little tired today…!”

“…You said you stayed up late playing games yesterday…”

Kim Han-seok’s face turned red at the words of the first-year student from the acting department. 

The kids who saw his expression let out a faint laugh. 

Seo-jun patted Kim Han-seok and said in a relaxed atmosphere.

“How about contacting your parents first?”

Kim Han-seok nodded at Seo-jun’s words.

‘This is something.’

He sighed lightly as he watched Kim Han-seok walk away with his worried friends. 

He felt sorry for Kim Han-seok, who was suffering.

“I can’t just tell him he’s fine…”

I don’t know if he’ll believe it or not.

He felt like he knew how the protagonist felt when he shouted “The king’s ears are donkey ears” towards the bamboo forest in the fairy tale.

***

And Kim Han-seok, who left school early that day, didn’t come to school for a week.

***

“Seo-jun hyung!”

He heard someone call him as he put his bag down on his seat.

Seo-jun looked up and saw where the sound came from. 

He saw Kim Han-seok, who hadn’t come to school for a week.

Seo-jun smiled and opened his mouth.

“You came early?”

“You don’t know how much I wanted to come to school!”

Kim Han-seok looked healthy and smiled brightly as he spoke. 

He seemed to have lost some weight because he was so worried, but he was still happy.

“I’m fine! Totally! Super! Really fine!”

Kim Han-seok looked happier than ever, as if he had shaken off all his worries and concerns.

“I know. We talked on the phone yesterday.”

Kim Han-seok: Seo-jun hyung.

Kim Han-seok: I’m totally fineㅠㅠ

He sent a message and called right away.

It was hard to understand him because half of it was crying, but still.

“Hehe. I was scared for nothing for a week.”

Kim Han-seok laughed with relief at the eyes of his friends. 

He thought it would be too wasteful if the result was bad. 

He went out with his parents here and there for a week.

“We had a party yesterday after the result came out. A beef party! It was so delicious after eating only vegetables and greens for a week.”

They all ate with tears in their eyes.

It was tears of relief.

“Don’t you see the world differently after having such an experience?”

“Yeah?”

“I have to watch Marina Studio season 2 next month, and I have to see how the drama I’m watching ends. And there are so many comics and games I haven’t done yet.”

He smiled politely and said.

“And… I haven’t played the main character yet.”

Was it the same regret for all actors?

Seo-jun widened his eyes at the words that reminded him of someone, then laughed.

‘This guy is also a born actor.’

“That’s what I regretted the most. So I’m going to put on a play on stage at the end of next year. They said it’s hard to apply this year because it’s already over. I’m a little worried because I’ve never done this before… But I want to try it once.”

Seo-jun smiled and ruffled Kim Han-seok’s hair roughly.

“You’ve grown up a lot in a week.”

“Ahahaha.”

Kim Han-seok laughed. It was a happy laugh without any trace of worry or anxiety.

Then, the classroom door opened.

They thought it was a second-year senior, but they saw familiar faces.

“Kim Han-seok!”

“Hey!!”

“We knew you’d be here!”

Kim Han-seok’s friends rushed in. Hello! Good morning! 

They bowed to Seo-jun and immediately gathered around Kim Han-seok.

“Why did you come so early?”

“You didn’t come to school for a week, did you like it?”

“You made us worry!”

In the noisy atmosphere.

Seo-jun smiled warmly at the relieved voices of the kids.

***

Saturday.

Han River Park.

It was a weekend and the weather was nice, so people came out one by one. Some walked along the promenade with their families or lovers, and some enjoyed the sun on the grass. 

Among those ordinary people, there was a noticeable group.

“Where are the clothes? Where are they?”

“Senior! Is this the scene we’re shooting from?”

“Did you get the props?”

The students of Mirinae High School, who were planning to put on a short film on their graduation stage, were running around. 

With the intention of having various experiences, not only the acting department, but also the art and music departments of the first and second grades were there.

“There’s a shadow behind!”

At the director’s shout, the kid holding the light moved back slowly.

Seo-jun, wearing a black hat, looked at the director with curiosity. 

The student director, who was holding a camera and checking the angle, was a third-year student from the art department who became interested in video production after doing art.

“I wonder what the scenery looks like to a third-year art student.”

Seo-jun was looking forward to seeing what kind of video would come out, remembering the painting that the director had drawn when he was in second grade.

He turned his head away from the director who was looking around the background. 

On the opposite side of the kids preparing for the shooting, there were second and third-year students from the acting department and Kang Jae-han and Han Jinho, who were matching their lines.

Seo-jun scratched his cheek.

He was curious about the small-scale shooting and came to watch, but it seemed like it would take some time for the shooting to start.

‘Even these trials and errors will be experiences.’

He saw the kids working hard for the shooting.

He said he would help if they were having a hard time, but

“I think they forgot I’m here…”

Maybe he was too inconspicuous.

He chuckled and turned his head to the Han River.

A cool breeze and warm sunlight.

He saw people walking along the Han River on a perfect day for a walk. 

He saw people running at a steady pace for their health, families who came out for a walk, and happy couples.

“Choco!”

A child holding a leash ran with a chocolate-colored puppy, laughing happily. 

The puppy seemed to be very excited too, wagging its tail. 

The puppy Choco left footprints on a white paper as it ran.

“…Paper?”

Seo-jun blinked his eyes.

Once he recognized it, he saw other things too.

There were papers that looked like flyers scattered along the promenade. 

They were lying around here and there, but they looked like bread crumbs from Hansel and Gretel, stretching out in one direction.

Some people stepped on them as if they were trash, and some avoided them as if they were someone’s belongings.

He blinked his eyes a few times and got up from his seat. 

He was going to pick up the trash as a good teenager. 

It was not because he saw something that looked like a script on the white paper.

“Is this really a script?”

He smiled brightly without realizing it as he picked up the last paper. 

There were familiar script symbols on the paper, such as S# (scene number), NAR (narration).

The boy in the black hat sitting in the middle of the promenade caught the attention of passers-by. But soon they saw the group preparing for the shooting nearby and thought they were together, so they didn’t pay much attention and passed by.

Meanwhile, Seo-jun was reading the contents on the paper. There were names and lines of characters on the paper, but he couldn’t tell what it was about with just one page.

“Hmm. I can’t tell with just one page…”

He read down the second page he picked up while moving his body. He wanted to see the script in order.

‘What should I do?’

He looked at the paper on the ground and in his hand alternately for a moment and then shouted out loud.

“Excuse me!”

A man who was about to step on a paper that looked like a discarded flyer flinched at Seo-jun’s voice. 

He moved his foot away from the paper. 

Seo-jun quickly ran over and picked up the script that was about to be stepped on.

“I’m sorry! Thank you!”

“Uh, you’re welcome.”

The man looked at the boy in the black hat who picked up the paper carefully and smiled brightly once, then looked at the group that was shooting over there. 

He said to his girlfriend.

“I guess it’s their script.”

“I guess so. It’s all over there. It must be hard to pick them all up.”

The two people who had met Seo-jun earlier didn’t even dream that he was actor Lee Seo-jun.

***

His body moved faster than he thought.

He naturally read down the second page he picked up while moving his body. 

He decided to just pick up the script that had already moved.

Seo-jun picked up the papers scattered along the promenade like a hamster collecting sunflower seeds. 

He looked happy to see a script in an unexpected place.

He brushed off the thick shoe marks on it and smoothed out the crumpled paper. 

He looked at each one carefully and sorted them out. 

He looked at the script with regretful eyes.

“The order is messed up.”

He tried to sort them by scene number, but he couldn’t figure out what was going on. But he was captivated by the lines of the characters that appeared in the script.

He read one page and picked up another page, looking at the script and floor alternately as he walked. 

He saw another page of the script on the floor. 

He bent down to pick up the script on the floor, and saw another hand over the white paper.

He widened his eyes at the hand that was not his, and looked up at the person in front of him. 

The person in front of him also looked up and saw the papers in Seo-jun’s hand, then let out a small sigh.

“…Thank you for picking them up. I didn’t know my bag was open and I walked with it…”

Hmm.

A stranger appeared.

‘Seo-jun. Don’t follow a stranger who shows you a script?’

He heard Seo Eun-chan’s voice in his head again.

He rolled his eyes at the script in the woman’s hand and the script he was holding. He wanted to see the script in order.

‘…It’s not following, so it should be okay?’