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Han Ju Ho is content with life. Or that's what he likes to think. A roadside bakery and his golden retriever, Marble keeps his life bustling with activities. The only menace for him is keeping the wind of Jeju in check. As in, mak...
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THE sultry weather couldn't prevent the filming crew from getting themselves to work in their best form. Sweat dripped from the tanned foreheads and the scrawny legs of the staff marched continuously, to avoid being bitten by the mosquitoes brought by the approaching evening. Ju Ho scratched his skin which had red bumps of mosquito bites all over it.
Famed celebrities all over the world, definitely stayed near to the apex of the social pyramid. In his entire life, Ju Ho had never witnessed such a grand arrangement for a single human. There was an entire truck full of clothes to choose for a single scene. He was quite sure that it would suffice his own lifetime of requirement of clothing. He watched the poor director run behind the so-called famous actor, Shin Ki Young to get him to finalize his choice. Time was running out but he seemed visibly unbothered.
The soap opera industry undeniably formed an integral part of the cosmopolitan culture of South Korea in general. Maybe, the greatest achievement of his life would be this silly national telivision appearance. He felt as if a sharp fingernail was piercing the cover of his heart. Was that the most he could ever achieve? Still, it was better than being stuck in between four walls, doing a white colour job.
What were the possibilities of his mother watching this episode and recognising him? Would she wonder how he was doing in life? Ju Ho could feel a ghost of a smile appear on his lips as he shook off the thoughts. She was not a soap opera fan. She loathed doing anything that was not related to making his son successful. She could be running behind another child if she had somehow managed to get one, in the meantime. Rebels like him weren't worth the efforts.
The protagonists were filming their part at that moment. He didn't have to do many retakes considering that he barely appeared for a few seconds. Somehow, he had managed to stumble across the role of a man required for comedic relief. His purple mass of hair was out of sight, thanks to the brown wig a stylist gave him. He had no room for complaints since he was allowed to stay there. As long as the filtration went on without disturbances, he was okay with doing anything.
His feet carried him to the place where his fan was. Thankfully, the blades had stopped their rotation. A sense of relief filtered into his body. He had the freedom to go back now. He was glad that Chang Min did not try to break or throw it away while he was away. Maybe, he wasn't that bad.
Even though the bodyguard's face seemed like he was the leader of a sting operation trying to expose his vulnerable identity to the entire world, he kept it low even after the shoot. Only once, he had asked why he kept his fan's blades going on without anyone to enjoy it, with a blank face. Ju Ho just had to jokingly suggest that it was for the flowers to enjoy. Even though Chang Min had looked pretty unimpressed, he didn't press him for a definite answer after that.
