PAYBACK BOOK 2.

Chapter 3.2

The guy with the leather belt is the princess's manager. He looked like he wanted to say more to me, but his churning stomach was probably more urgent, so he yelled at me, "Wait a minute!" and ran into the bathroom. Of course, I left him behind and walked across the street back to the set. I had nothing to wait for him to talk to me about, especially not that jerk. Even so, PD Song still hadn't returned, causing chaos on set. As soon as I got back, I heard the manager and Han-Soo ganging up on that jerk.

 

"Taemin, this won't do. Let's find out if there's a faster internet package. That damn thing..."

 

"Wow! Only five seconds?! Doesn't there have to be a satellite communication package that can locate anything in 0.1 seconds? Hmm, I guess if we're going to fight that shapeshifting demon, we have to invest this much."

 

"That's right. If we want to curse that lunatic a hundred times, we have to..." 

 

The two, who were stressed out about cursing the lunatic, were planning to spend their money on something useless. Then, the man with the leather belt came running breathlessly towards me, accompanied by the princess who looked visibly annoyed.

 

"Ugh, what's going on?!"

 

"Hey, were you the person from earlier?"

 

When I looked up at him with a vacant expression, he lowered his voice and urged me to answer again.

 

"Ah, right? The person who was in the restroom with you just now was Director Yoon of your company, wasn't he?" Although he was the one who asked me, others reacted differently at the mention of "Director Yoon."

 

"What? M-Director Yoon? From Dream Entertainment?"

 

The princess's eyes widened in shock, and the person next to me widened their eyes as well.

 

"What?! Th-Director Yoon is here?!"

 

One of my eardrums almost burst from the manager's shouting. I frowned and turned to him, but before he could say anything, the man with the leather belt also raised his voice in excitement.

 

"Ah, yes, I saw it with my own two eyes. And when I came out, I saw him talking to the PD (Producer) of..."

 

"It's a first-class coffee shop too."

 

The manager's eyes gleamed when he heard what the man with the leather belt said. He could read the whole situation. Clearly visible within a fraction of a second.

 

"Really? I heard that PD Song had an important guest and rushed off somewhere. So that guest was..."

 

"Director Yoon...wait a minute, Taemin, about you meeting him in the restroom… *gasp* Taemin, you...you!"

 

Suddenly, the manager was breathing heavily and gripping my shoulder tightly, as if he knew something. I rotated my shoulder to shake him off. As I went outside, I heard questions filled with emotion.

 

"Do you have business with Director Yoon?"

 

He was so excited, like I'd spent the whole night with the king, before he burst into laughter.

 

"Wow, I can't believe you're peeing right next to Director Yoon! Where else would you find a relationship like that?"

 

It was a relationship where all we did was go to the bathroom and carry each other around, but the person in charge was being very possessive of me.

 

"If we're going to pee together, we should have a chat. Ah, maybe introduce yourself a little. Hmm, we didn't really talk much."

 

"Yes" When I replied immediately, the manager looked disappointed.

 

"No, why not? You've already set your sights on Director Yoon... Ahem, let's just say, with such a good opportunity, but..."

 

"Didn't you do anything at all?"

 

It's not that I'm doing nothing; I just didn't want to say anything. During the silence, he nodded and said, "Oh,“ It was as if something suddenly occurred to him.

 

"Ah, yes. You probably didn't know he was Director Yoon," but the man with the leather belt tilted his head at the manager's comment. "Oh, you really didn't know? You didn't talk at all? I thought you two greeted each other because you were together in the Same company again. When we passed each other, Director Yoon was smiling, like he was in a good mood about something. That's strange."

 

Because he's usually smiling all the time, but I never got a chance to tell the truth because of the manager. Becoming aware of the current situation and regaining composure is the first step.

 

"Gasp! This isn't the time for chatting. If Director Yoon arrives, we need to greet him properly, as is customary for employees." He waved his hands, urging Han Soo and me to get up quickly.

 

"Are...are you sure it'll be alright if we go meet him?" When Han Soo, feeling nervous, swallowed hard before asking, the manager replied firmly. "Even though we're in the same company, we'll never get to see each other like this. We have to grab this opportunity!" 

 

With that, the manager brushed the dust off his clothes, grabbed my arm and Han Soo's, and led the way. The guy with the leather belt, afraid of losing, grabbed the "princess" and walked ahead of us. Seeing this, the manager started running, insisting we go and greet them first. We raced each other, unnecessarily exhausting ourselves, until we reached our destination. But Director Yoon, whom we had been hoping to see so much, was about to get into a car parked by the roadside, with PD Song standing beside him, saying goodbye.

 

"I'll come see you when I get to Seoul. You don't need to come down here...I already had business to attend to down here anyway."

 

While he was answering the questions in a low voice, PD Song, who had seen the five of us first, turned back to look at us with a surprised expression.

 

"Hmm, what are they doing here...?"

 

"Director Yoon!"

 

The leather belt dragged the breathless princess, who was making a face at PD Song, to stand in front of Director Yoon.

 

"Hello. *pant pant*...Although it's a bit sudden, I feel very honoured to be able to greet you like this."

 

The leather belt was bent ninety degrees in a gesture of greeting, but the other person averted their gaze, which meant they were looking at us.

Instead, his gaze swept past the manager, who was nervously searching for an opportunity to greet them, to Han Soo, who was also flustered and made eye contact with me. Unlike him, I was making a disgusted face because I disliked the situation. He immediately smiled when he saw me, and the manager responded enthusiastically.

 

"Ah! Director Yoon, *pant pant* Uh, do you remember me? We crossed paths in front of the elevator at the company once before...Two months ago..."

 

The manager's voice was soft, as if uncertain, while Director Yoon spoke with a smiling face "Yes, I remember."

 

While the manager struggled and lost his balance as the man recognised him, the leather belt that had been cut off earlier quickly moved to get himself into Director Yoon's sight. Of course, he followed behind the princess, walking ahead.

 

"Ah, Director Yoon, if it's not too much trouble, may I speak with you for a moment? I'd like to introduce a student...A super talented performer, and also stunningly beautiful...."

 

"Is this the one?"

 

Crap

When Director Yoon Prayda looked at the princess with annoyance, the man with the leather belt nodded so vigorously his head almost fell off.

 

"Yes, Director, you have excellent taste. This child is..."

 

"So, you're introducing yourself because you want to join our company, right?"

 

"You're right. The director has a very good personality, doesn't he? Haha. I was a little worried because I heard that you're already a top figure in the industry, but meeting you in person is like meeting a completely different person," the man with the leather belt said, rattling off nonstop. Director Yoon maintained a neutral expression but listened until the other man finished speaking.

 

"I understand, but I don't have time right now."

 

"Huh! Okay, then let's schedule a more detailed interview later..."

 

"Right now, please."

 

"What did you say?"

Director Yoon put his hands in his pockets and tilted his head to the side, looking at the two surprised people.

 

"There's no need for an appointment. If your person is so excellent, we could just do a short interview right here."

 

"R-Right here? Right here?" The man with the leather belt and the stunned princess exchanged glances. Director Yoon nodded and gave them a wide-eyed smile.

 

"But if you don't want to be interviewed, I guess there's nothing I can do."

 

The princess stepped forward, embracing the leather belt, and flashed a confident smile. "I'll be conducting the interview right now. Please feel free to ask anything, or you can ask me to perform something."

 

"There's no need to show it." He spoke softly before gazing at the princess with a smileless expression.

 

"I just want to know if you have any common knowledge that everyone knows. I'm going to ask just one simple question. Okay."

 

Both of their faces lit up simultaneously when they heard the words "general knowledge." Some might even think it was related to the "4 A's" (referring to a set of general knowledge topics).

 

The princess was delighted. Both of them couldn't help but smile and perked up their ears at the general knowledge question that Director Yoon mentioned. It was general knowledge that he said everyone knew.

 

"What is the capital city of Lithuania?"

 

Both of them froze, their smiles still on their faces. The three of us listening behind them were even more frozen, for other reasons. Meanwhile, Director Yoon, who had given the two of them a moment, took his hand out of his pocket and moved one foot towards the car.

 

"You didn't know? Then you don't meet the qualifications," the man with the leather belt, who had just regained his composure, stammered in shock.

 

"B-but that's a ridiculous question...how does it relate to being an actor?"

 

"It's not related, but I told you it was general knowledge."

 

The moment he took another step, the leather belt snapped back on.

"Wait a minute, who would know the answer to that?" Suddenly, Director Yoon smirked and glanced down at the leather belt with a cold expression.

 

"Who knows?" He asked a question in return and then turned his gaze towards me. "Now, tell me, what's the capital of Lithuania?" 

 

I was sure, judging by the look in his eyes, that he was smiling, but only when he turned to look at me. I stared intently at him, then opened my mouth to speak, albeit somewhat reluctantly. "...Vilnius"

 

As I slowly turned back, he shifted his gaze to the leather belt once more. "If you know, then get that brainless, ignorant person out of here," he said kindly, glancing at the three of us as he opened the car door. The manager and Han-Soo, who had been standing stiffly, were now standing there; his gaze lingered on me.

 

"See you in Seoul!"

 

The car door slammed shut before the vehicle disappeared from view. After that, no one could move easily. Because I was so amazed by all that general knowledge, it wasn't until a while later that I heard the manager muttering.

 

"Damn... I never thought I'd be so grateful to that lunatic..."

 

Today's filming was a little unusual in the eyes of the staff. Normally, the princess would spend hours getting her makeup done before a scene, keeping others waiting. But today, she and her manager seemed completely out of it and started filming without a word. Furthermore, throughout the entire shoot, they mumbled their lines as if reciting a poem, and then rushed off the set with pale faces.

 

Even more astonishing was PD Song, who, with a stunned expression, said he was okay with the princess's over-the-top performance in just one take. This surprised everyone because they thought the princess would be the most demanding person on that day, dedicating the entire day to her. But less than half a day had passed, and filming was finished. The staff were completely taken aback. And as soon as the princess left the set, PD Song called the staff members in one by one and asked them strange questions, making everyone even more curious.

 

"Do you guys know what the capital of Lithuania is called? Hmm, this is general knowledge. You don't know?"

 

The staff's expressions suggested that PD Song was working too hard and had gone crazy. They were disassembling the lights while looking at PD Song worriedly, before two people walked over to me: the manager and Han-Soo, who seemed to have regained some composure, though still looking shocked by Vilnius's answer.

 

"Taemin, are you sure you don't need anxiety medication? My heart's still racing late at night," the manager said, clutching the empty anxiety pill bottle tightly like a talisman.  Then Han Soo immediately continued. "Wow, my heart's still racing late into the night. Who would have thought Director Yoon would ask about the capital? Wow, that's amazing! If it weren't for that idiot, nobody would have been able to answer..."

 

Han-Soo shuddered, as if the mere thought of what would happen next sent shivers down his spine. "...I might get fired from the company."

 

"Gasp!" The manager, visibly startled, tapped me on the shoulder as I looked up while putting the lights back in my bag. He whispered in a faint voice. "Contact that crazy guy and ask him to find some more riddles for me."

 

"..."

 

"Not just the capital city, but feel free to ask anything, from local administrative organisations, cities, districts, to sub-districts. The village...boat! Come to think of it, that crazy guy hasn't contacted you today, has he? Wait, why not?" 

 

"Because he just walked right up to my side!" I swallowed the truth. If I shocked the manager again, even anxiety medication wouldn't be enough; we'd probably need to rush him to the emergency room. Oh well, maybe he'll be less annoyed once he knows who that crazy guy really is. I thought that before slinging the equipment I'd just put away over my shoulder and standing up.

 

The disassembled lampposts in the bag clattered together, making a loud rattling sound. That sound was perfect for the manager and Han's voices. While I was admiring that crazy guy, other thoughts raced through my head. He kept asking those mind-boggling questions. Was he thinking something? I thought he was just joking around. Had he prepared for this kind of situation?

 

After loading the lights onto the back of the truck, I went back to texting that crazy guy for the first time. One of the reasons I texted was because the word 'compensation' flashed through my mind. I wondered if these questions might be part of his compensation.

 

(Is your question via text message part of the compensation? Do you have anything you want to say?) 

 

I made several more trips to deliver the remaining lights before receiving a reply.

 

[No, I just wanted to annoy you.]

Damn it! I shoved my phone into my pants pocket hard, making a firm resolution never to go nose-banging again. Never again ask him any more questions. He's just a lunatic.

 

Ringer

Thanks to the princess's filming, which finished quickly, the entire schedule was completed the next day as planned. Since the main content of the film is set in city xxx, it's not an exaggeration to say that practically the entire movie was shot there; only a few scenes remained to be filmed in Seoul. These scenes are set the following year, with the protagonist living in Seoul and unexpectedly encountering friends from her hometown, catching up on how they've all gotten. And most of it was filmed just a few months ago, so there weren't many scenes to film in Seoul. Therefore, only our scenes were left to film later, and Han-Soo's scene was also the first scheduled shoot in Seoul. 

 

In the early morning, I left the motel, where I'd been staying for so long that I was used to the musty smell. The motel owner, accustomed to seeing guests come and go, merely glanced at us as we walked through the door with a very sleepy look in his eyes. Perhaps because I'd been travelling around the city of xxx for almost a month, I felt like I'd been staying here longer than I actually was. As we exited the toll booth, Hanshu, who was sitting next to me while I was driving, turned back to look behind him, looking like he'd been up all night.

 

"It feels like I've come all the way back home."

 

While driving on the highway, I said to Han-soo, "You should take a nap," and noticed the manager sitting in the back seat. Through the rearview mirror, he was asleep, snoring loudly, after spending the night drinking with the staff.

 

"Do you think I'll be able to perform smoothly?"

 

I rolled my eyes at the faint murmur before seeing Han Soo's face, looking out the window Reflected in the window.

 

"If I get through this filming session, will I really overcome my camera fear? I feel like Nothing's going to change, so I'm a little scared."

 

I shifted gears and accelerated, making the old car blow even louder. I knew I should tell him it would be alright, even if it was just to comfort him, but it wasn't easy to say. Han-Soo was the type of person I didn't understand. If I had heard about his worries before coming down to town, I would have just said something dismissive to stop him from complaining and offered some empty words of comfort. But something had changed. Even though Han-Soo's worries were still something I didn't understand and found frustrating, I couldn't ignore them any longer.

 

My main job on set was moving lights, setting them up, and just shooting randomly. I often moved the lights to the wrong places, and I was reprimanded by the cinematographer. Meanwhile, I read the script until it was tattered, trying to make sense of the pages. This was the first time in my life I'd seriously racked my brain trying to understand someone other than myself, a person who seemed almost nonexistent, with only a brief background story. Perhaps the fact that his story had lingered in my head for weeks was one of the reasons I couldn't just casually speak about it.

 

"Shall I tell you how?" I spoke up after getting used to driving on the highway early in the morning, when there was hardly any traffic. He looked at me and asked with his eyes, "What method, sir?"

 

"How you won't mess it up," I added, turning the steering wheel to the left. "Do you know why I don't tremble when I'm in front of the camera?" Han Soo's ears perked up at this question, and she turned towards me.

 

"W-why aren't you trembling?"

 

"Because I've gotten rid of my nervousness."

 

"Get rid of it, huh?"

 

Upon hearing the question, I extended my right hand and told him to place his on top. As soon as Han-soo carefully placed his hand, I grabbed it and squeezed it so tightly it almost broke, causing Han-soo to scream loudly.

 

"Aargh!"

 

After Han Soo turned around and cried out, "That hurts!" as if he was really in pain, I let go of his hand.

 

"I'm free," Han Soo said, his voice trembling and tears welling up in his eyes.

 

"Ah, I thought I was going to break a bone..."

 

I didn't hear everything he said because the manager, who was sleeping in the back seat, woke up abruptly from our commotion. Before he started sleepwalking and shouting loudly. "Vilnius!" Then he slumped down, followed by loud snoring that filled the bus once again. Silence enveloped the area.

 

After sitting in the front seat for a while, Han Soo finally spoke up. "I think we need to give the manager some kind of health booster."

I probably burst out laughing when I heard that, while Han-Soo looked at my hand and then at his own. Then I smiled along with him.

 

"It was so painful, yet so effective, that I didn't feel nervous at all."

 

"Yes, so you can go to sleep now." I gave a curt order before adding something to Han-soo, who had been staring at his hands for a long time. "I'll shake your hand one more time before filming."

 

To put it simply, Han Soo's filming was only half-successful. During that afternoon's studio shoot, Han Soo was arguably the most stubborn of all the people and the most awkward relationship the lead actors encountered throughout the day. He was the only actor with camera fright, and then there was the chaotic atmosphere off-set with other crew members surrounding them. Han Soo, who should only be pale in front of the camera, looked left and right and ran towards me with a genuinely pale face even before filming began.

 

"Hmph... U-May I have your hand, please?"

 

The assistant director's voice called out to Han Soo, but Han Soo extended his trembling hand towards me. I could sense the manager standing nearby. He stared at her strangely, but I squeezed Han Soo's hand so tightly it almost broke, without saying a word.

 

"Agh!"

 

Han Soo screamed so loudly that all the staff members turned to look at him at once, before running in front of the camera while still clenching his fists.

 

"What are you guys doing?" The manager was worried that Han-soo might have made a mistake, so he asked in a confused tone, but I turned to look at him instead and changed the subject.

 

"Please stop drinking alcohol."

 

"Why? Did I do something wrong?"

 

"No."

 

"But why?"

 

Just as I was about to tell the manager, who was puzzled, that if he kept drinking, he'd probably be emigrated to Lithuania, I heard the PD (Producer) order "Cut!" Turning around, I saw Han Soo, who had just started performing, wide-eyed in shock at what the Producer had said.

 

"That's not it. You're not nervous at all, are you? How is that any different from reciting lines?" PD Song frowned in displeasure. Han Soo blinked, like someone who didn't understand what the other person meant. What message is the other side trying to convey?

 

"Just play like you used to. You said you had a fear of cameras, so just play naturally. Or do you think we've turned off the cameras?"

 

Han Soo answered in a faint voice, "N-no," then swallowed hard. PD Song told him they would reshoot the scene, to do it better, and signalled to start filming. When the assistant director struck the sledge to begin filming the scene again and stepped back, silence fell over the studio as all eyes turned to Han Soo. Han Soo looked at the floor for a moment before looking up and speaking in a nervous voice. After that, they called NG a few times, and PD Song was so dissatisfied that they had to reshoot the same scene repeatedly. But it wasn't anything too worrying, and I understood Han Soo's situation, as did my manager, who was half-asleep and muttering beside me.

 

"That kid...isn't he performing?"

 

It was dark by the time filming was finished.  Only after I came out did I realise I was back in Seoul. As a result of the non-stop work schedule, everyone got three days off. Even so, no one went straight home. The manager joined the staff, and it seemed they were going out for another drink, as usual. As for Han-soo, who was in a good mood like a flying idiot, he excitedly said he would be the first to go.

 

"Taemin, you're coming too."

 

Crop

I heartlessly shook off Han Soo, who was clinging to my arm, before the manager rushed in from the opposite side.

 

"Yeah, Taemin, you come too! On a day like today, we should go party together!" 

 

Good for you guys, huh? I shook off the manager, and Han-soo started clinging to me again, repeating the vicious cycle. Just as I was thinking that if this continued, my bad habits from five years ago would surely revive, the phone rang, saving them just in time. The moment I picked up the ringing phone, the two clinging to each other's eyes lit up.

 

"Are you insane?!"

 

"Are you crazy?"

 

Joy was evident in both of their voices. I pushed away their clingy, drunken antics before struggling to read the message on my phone. The two of them, sprawled on the ground, were complaining about how strong I had been, but I was too busy focusing on the message. I'd been through this before; the sender was some kind of lunatic, but the content was eerily familiar.

 

[You're in Seoul, right? You can come to Alice now. Hurry here! Oh, I slipped you two 100 won coins. I kept the coin in my underwear and longed for you all day long until my body was burning with desire!]

 

As soon as I saw this message, I deleted it immediately. Damn it! Is he trying to tease me? And how did Alice's boss know I was back in Seoul? While I was wondering if I had a tracking device on me, those two, who were creeping towards me again, seemed completely engrossed in the message.

 

"If it's that crazy guy, tell him to come see me. That way we can take the opportunity to say hello and clink glasses together, Him."

 

"That's right. It's all his fault he wasn't fired. I wanted to say hello to him," the two said, expressing their gratitude, but their faces and eyes showed a lingering desire.

Meeting in person and determining the winner through a quiz game is more effective.

 

"I'm not crazy."

 

"Then who is it?"

 

"That fake lunatic."

 

The two of them froze in shock, wondering if that crazy guy was an unknown celebrity. Actually, he was a celebrity in his own way. Come to think of it, he hasn't contacted me at all today. When we met in city xxx, he just said "see you in Seoul," so I thought he'd call as soon as I arrived. But oh well, it's nice to finally sleep comfortably in my tiny rented room after so long.

 

I decided to head back to my tiny rented room immediately while stuffing my phone back into my pants pocket. Then the manager's phone rang.  As soon as he read the message, he tilted his head, said, "It's the company calling," and walked a little away to answer. Meanwhile, I was about to tell Han-soo I was going home when a staff member approached us, a panicked look on his face.

 

"Have you heard the news about actor Cha Jung-woo?"

 

The name that came out of the staff's mouth was that of a famous actor that even I recognised. I also knew that he was one of the Korean stars whose dramas had been shown in other countries. Of course, Han Soo knew that too, but for a different reason than I did.

 

"Huh? That's Cha Jung-woo, who's in the same agency as us. By the way, does he have any special something?"

 

"Uh, the TV news has been making a big deal out of that. It's about Cha Jung-woo..." Just as the staff member was about to say something, the manager interrupted, looking serious.

 

"Sorry, but please tell PD Song that we'll have drinks later," he said hurriedly to the staff before turning back to look at Han Soo and me.

 

"It's really hectic at the company right now. All the managers are gathered there, so I have to go.”

 

"Ah, then we'll go along too. What happened?" 

 

I had intended not to go because it didn't concern me, but then something suddenly occurred to me.

 

I thought we'd take the manager's car. The manager seemed to be in a real hurry, so he gave a brief explanation as he led Han Soo and me to the car. The main point was the exposé of Cha Jung Woo, a top star from Dream Entertainment, for allegedly trying to evade military service. It's causing quite a stir right now. However, the company is aware of the facts and had been quietly handling the matter when the evidence suddenly went viral on the internet, bringing the whole thing to light. I understand the situation is getting critical from the manager's whispers, afraid someone might overhear. 

 

"I heard the leaked information came from within the company," I mused as I listened to my manager speak. I didn't remember Cha Jung-woo's name just because he's famous, but Han Soo once told me that he used to be one of the actors Myungshin looked up to as a role model, so I wanted to confirm it myself.

 

When we arrived at the company, the area in front of the office was already packed with reporters. We struggled to drive into the underground parking lot. Other company employees were probably unable to leave work because of this, so the parking lot was unusually crowded, forcing us to park wherever we could find space.

 

After seeing the manager off to his office, Han Soo and I went to the first-floor lounge to grab something to eat. Even though it was past 9 PM, more than half the seats were still taken. We settled there for about forty minutes when the manager hurried down as if to give us some news, first bringing out the leftover bread we had given him.

 

"This is a serious problem. The broker was arrested by the police this evening. It seems he's confessed everything, so we can't say anymore that the evidence circulating on the internet is fabricated..." After taking a bite of his bread, the manager drank several more ice-cold drinks.

 

"So what will happen to Cha Jung-woo next?" Han Soo asked, and the manager just shook his head.

 

"It's over for our company if corruption to evade military service is exposed, no matter how top-level a star is."

 

"He'll have to live in hiding for several years. Judging from the current situation, it looks like he'll have to enlist in the military."

 

The manager took another bite of bread before closing his fingers one by one.

 

"By the way, how many commercials does he have? I heard he's already signed a contract for a drama that's about to start filming..."

 

"How many are there?"

 

"Hmm"

 

"How many commercials does he have?"

 

The manager blinked at my question, then counted on his fingers again before answering, "Just the TV commercials alone would be five."

 

"Looks like we'll have to choose five new actors."

 

"That's right, Taemin. Don't tell me you're planning on taking those commercials..." The manager laughed and said, "Probably not," before I shook my head.

 

"It wasn't me, but I was thinking of someone else who might be advertising those ads."

 

"Someone else? Who are they...?"

 

He probably understood that I was talking about Myungshin, so he covered his mouth and tilted his head in confusion.

 

"I know what you're thinking, but he's not at that level yet." Then he stared at me intently with a serious expression. "Taemin, do you think that guy might be involved in this...?"

 

The manager looked like he was about to say something more, but couldn't finish because of the loud laughter coming from the side. To be precise, it was more of a sarcastic laugh.

 

"Hmph! Taemin. Is that how you call him 'Taemin'?"

 

I automatically turned around when I heard my name called, only to see Han Soo's face was pale. Even without seeing Han Soo's face, I could still identify the person who mentioned my name from the familiar voice.

 

"Hey, what's going on? Why are you here? And why are you with those guys?" Myungshin said, glaring at me the moment he saw my face.

 

"Damn it, Lee Yoo-han!"