"Working with a PD I’d collaborated with multiple tis before ca with a lot of advantages.
First, the filming speed was overwhelmingly fast.
Since they already knew the actor’s tendencies and acting style,
it made directing incredibly straightforward in many ways.
'And if the actor is exceptionally skilled, the pace only becos more unbelievable.'
PD Kim Youngmo, wearing a bucket hat, glanced subtly at Kim Donghu.
'Seriously, how does he act like an art student so naturally?'
Of course, the actual appearance of a fine arts student might differ significantly.
But he was perfectly embodying Han Doyun, the art student written in the script.
By now, complints about his acting skills might be redundant.
But no matter how many tis they praised him, it wasn’t enough—his acting and appearance were flawless.
In fact,
'even just looking at him now, it’s absurd.'
On cara, Kim Donghu was Han Doyun himself.
'Sujin’s acting has improved a lot too.'
Though compared to Kim Donghu, it might seem less impressive,
Kim Sujin’s portrayal of Jung Subin was nothing to scoff at objectively.
"…So, what? Are you saying we should get married or sothing?"
"Exactly, let’s get married. Just for a little while."
On screen, Han Doyun and Jung Subin were finally bringing up the topic of their fake marriage.
The two had been paired for a liberal arts class project.
Through various processes, they grew closer and, by chance, discovered each other’s financial situations.
Both were dirt poor.
They couldn’t even be sure they’d be able to afford the next sester’s tuition.
Even if they resolved their imdiate financial issues, the future still looked bleak.
The solution they arrived at was marriage.
"Just until we graduate. You know that getting married lowers your inco bracket, right? For university students, it’s almost the lowest level."
Clink.
Han Doyun downed a shot of soju and placed the glass on the table, speaking as if pleading.
It was already their fourth bottle.
With two bottles per person, it wasn’t surprising that they’d started to feel tipsy.
"…No, but even so, does that really make any sense?"
Jung Subin frowned, responding as if it were absurd.
The option was far too extre.
"This is the most practical solution."
"No, why is that practical? You could just take out a loan!"
"The national scholarship loans have the lowest interest rates."
"…"
Jung Subin was left speechless by Han Doyun’s response.
He wasn’t wrong.
The best loan foundation available for university students,
which even covered living expenses with exceptionally low interest rates,
was the Korean Scholarship Foundation.
"Even so, getting married is…."
"There’s no need for a wedding or anything. Just registering the marriage is enough."
As adults, they didn’t even need their parents’ approval.
If they both agreed, they could just file the paperwork.
The marriage itself would be settled easily.
"But… it’ll leave a divorce record! Don’t you realize how big of an issue that could be in the future?!"
At Jung Subin’s realistic objection, Han Doyun’s expression showed he didn’t care.
"These days, having one divorce isn’t a blemish."
"You know how unconvincing that answer is, right, senior?"
"But you said you weren’t planning to get married anyway."
"What?"
"You said that back then. That because your family was struggling, you’d get a job right after earning your CPA certification and didn’t plan on getting married."
I don’t plan to either, so it doesn’t matter. That’s why we can do this.
Hearing that, Jung Subin’s pupils trembled.
This was the part where narration and CGI should co in.
In Jung Subin’s mind, reality and the future played out simultaneously.
'Tutoring fees… I’d have to spend them all on tuition. Realistically, the money I can use for myself is almost nonexistent.'
Her dorm roommate was awful.
She didn’t shower, was loud, and stayed up late gaming, disrupting her sleep.
And when she occasionally brought over n, it was infuriating.
In this situation, getting tuition waived was a big deal.
If she worked as a tutor, all the money could be used as extra funds.
It ant she could stop eating cafeteria food or convenience store rice balls every day.
Snapping back to reality.
Before her stood her handso senior from the art departnt.
His sculpted muscles and stunning looks made it unclear why he’d chosen to major in fine arts.
His personality explained his popularity.
Even his large, thick hands exuded masculine charm.
He was the picture-perfect prince she used to draw with crayons in kindergarten.
'Honestly, if we’re only considering appearances, marrying senior Doyun wouldn’t be….'
She shook her head vigorously.
No, it wasn’t right.
Getting married just for tuition?
It was a chance to save tens of thousands of dollars, sure.
'Wait, saving tens of thousands…?'
No, it still wasn’t right. Marriage was marriage.
"No, absolutely not! I won’t do it!"
"Really? That’s a sha."
"A sha? Really?"
"Yeah, I thought it’d be fine if it were with you. So yeah, it’s a sha."
"What was he disappointed about?
Marrying ? Or losing the easiest way to save money?
'Stupid senior, just say it clearly.'
He only knew how to smile handsoly.
I really hated that about him.
And so, Han Doyun and Jung Subin continued drinking silently for a while.
'How did I end up drinking at senior Doyun’s place anyway?'
Was it because of the project?
Sothing about seeing the fridge stocked with alcohol?
Maybe it had been too long since I last drank?
My mory was fuzzy.
I wasn’t particularly fond of alcohol,
but being in my twenties ca with an occasional desire to drink.
And since there was no need to worry about money, the drinks just kept going down smoothly.
"…Aren’t you drinking too much?"
"You said I could drink as much as I wanted, senior."
"Yeah, but you’re looking really drunk right now…."
"Senior!"
Bang!
Suddenly, Jung Subin slamd the bottle onto the table with force.
After drinking about four bottles alone,
for so inexplicable reason, Jung Subin was angry.
"If we get married! Senior, can you! Kiss ?!"
"W-What?"
"Kisssssssssss! Isn’t that what happens when you get marrrrrried?"
What was wrong with her?
Was she that drunk?
Normally, Han Doyun would’ve sensed sothing was off and taken care of Jung Subin.
"…Yeah, you kiss if you get married."
But unfortunately, Han Doyun had also consud about three bottles himself.
The most he’d ever had.
His absolute limit.
At this point, his brain wasn’t functioning flexibly.
"Then! Senior! Can you, kiss, ?"
"Of course, I can."
"You can? Hah! Lies."
Jung Subin looked at her reflection in the full-length mirror in the small studio.
Her bare face with no makeup, ssy bun hastily tied up,
a faded gray hoodie, and sweatpants with worn-out knees.
There wasn’t a hint of charm in her appearance.
"All you do is say pretty words. Liar."
"No, I’m serious. I could really do it."
"Eh, eh? Ehhhh?"
Jung Subin shook her head vehently as she inched closer to Han Doyun.
"Then prove it."
"What?"
"Then prove itttttttt!"
Whoosh!
The mont she got close enough,
Jung Subin went straight for Han Doyun’s lips.
To be honest,
if a drunken woman suddenly attempted to crash her lips into yours,
no matter how drunk a man is, he’s 100% capable of refusing.
This whole idea of surprise kisses, like in cartoons,
doesn’t actually happen.
So how does it work?
The man pretends to be surprised and simply doesn’t reject it.
Tap.
Their lips t.
No tongues, just lips.
Up to this point, it was a simple kiss.
And this part was part of the directing.
But.
As the saying goes, experience is scary.
Subin—or rather, Sujin—instinctively slipped her tongue out between their lips.
Unlike consciously deciding to use her tongue,
it was an instinctive act recalling the kiss scenes she’d had with Kim Donghu.
This wasn’t a kiss between Han Doyun and Jung Subin.
It was a kiss between Kim Donghu and Kim Sujin.
Which ant,
‘Wait, what?!’
Kim Sujin snapped out of her role.
‘Why isn’t there a cut sign?’
This was supposed to end here.
But no one called for a cut.
Which ant they had to keep acting.
‘Like this? Am I supposed to keep going like this?’
With her tongue slightly inserted? Was she supposed to improvise from here?
Kim Sujin’s mind began to spiral.
"Marriage doesn’t end with just a kiss."
Still imrsed in his role, Kim Donghu—or rather, Han Doyun—delivered his next line.
He briefly pulled back and spoke.
"…I know."
Hearing that, Kim Sujin quickly dove back into her role.
"Of course I know."
As she said that, their lips t again.
This ti, she resolved not to use her tongue.
But naturally, their tongues brushed briefly.
Just for a mont.
Like fingertips grazing a palm, they parted softly.
"I’ve considered all of this, and that’s why I said I could marry you."
Han Doyun delivered the final line to conclude the scene.
And with that,
"Cuuuuuuuuut!"
Kim Youngmo PD’s satisfied “Cut!” echoed through the set.
“Kim Donghu! Kim Donghu! Donghu-yaaaaaa!!! Sujinaaaaaaa!!! You two are going all out to make our drama a hit, aren’t you?!”
The overly excited words from Kim Youngmo PD made Han Doyun—or rather, Kim Donghu—smile awkwardly.
“Of course, it’s going to be a hit.”
“Y-Yeah, of course!”
Late to chi in, Kim Sujin echoed the sentint while stealing a glance at Kim Donghu. That last line he delivered kept lingering in her mind.
‘It’s acting, and it’s an ad-lib, but…’
For so reason, she wished it had been genuine.
After the shoot, during a short break.
I found myself thinking about Sujin, who had slipped in her tongue during the earlier scene.
‘I can’t believe she ended it so spectacularly.’
Her acting had been improving recently, but I never expected her to pay attention to such detailed nuances.
‘No wonder they wanted to shoot a rom-com with .’
It’s not the kind of thing you could pull off with just anyone.
“Huh?”
Why did I co to that conclusion so naturally? Setting aside the oddly self-assured thought, I reclined lazily on the waiting room sofa.
“They said we’d be filming again in about ten minutes… Should I take a quick nap?”
Normally, I could’ve just rested in the van, but since the waiting room was nearby, there was no need to go that far.
Just as I was about to relax.
Knock, knock.
“Who is it?”
“It’s , Kim Sujin.”
Sujin suddenly entered the waiting room.
Click.
As soon as she said her na, she walked right in.
Clack.
Casually closing the door, she locked it behind her.
“...The PD said our kiss scene could be more intense.”
“Really?”
Why lock the door just to tell that? I looked at her with a puzzled expression.
“And he said it’d be nice if there were a bit of physical intimacy, as long as we’re okay with it.”
“That much? What about the ratings?”
That’s allowed?
“Yeah, it’s fine, no issues.”
Saying that, Sujin looked at with a steady gaze.
“I… don’t think I’ll be able to focus when the ti cos, so let’s practice now.”
“Practice? What kind of practice?”
A brief silence.
Several seconds passed.
Sujin opened her mouth.
“...Kissing and physical intimacy.”
Hearing that, I couldn’t help but grin playfully.
“Shall we, honey?”
“...Wh-What are you saying all of a sudden?! Ugh, forget it, idiot! Never mind!”
With that, Sujin hurriedly tried to leave the room, only to realize she had locked the door herself. She fumbled with the lock, quickly unlocked it, and rushed out.
She was ridiculously adorable.
‘But kissing and physical intimacy, huh…’
The thought made worry a little.
The last ti we tried it…
‘Will she be able to hold back her moans?’
She seed pretty sensitive.
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