My House Has Become a Filming Set!

༺ My House Has Become a Filming Set! – 7 ༻

 

  The staff, who had been momentarily stunned, regained her composure and clarified the situation.

 

  “So… you’re talking about the photo, right? Bluetooth, photo…. Yes, that’s right, Mr. Yeonwoo.”

 

  Just as she was about to get annoyed by his thoughtless demeanor, his innocent and cute appearance, which could not be seen anywhere else, quelled her anger.

 

  “Yes, speak up, Noona.”

 

  The staff was about to open her mouth to decline when,

 

  “Use my phone.”

 

  Kang Do-jun came over and offered his phone.

 

  “Take all the pictures you want and return it.”

 

  “Wow, is that okay? But transferring the pictures to my phone later….”

 

  “Just leave your number in there. I’ll send you the photos later.”

 

  “Huh?”

 

  Lee Yeonwoo blinked in surprise. Was it okay to give his number to a stranger he’d only met two days ago?

 

  ‘Well, if he’s okay with it.’

 

  Lee Yeonwoo, who disliked thinking too deeply, simply nodded his head.

 

  “Yes, I’ll use it well. Thank you.”

 

  With that, he excitedly headed straight to the vast rice field and took a photo with his face in the frame.

 

  He decided to take one shot for now, and then after choosing the field, he would take a proof shot to brag about in his neighborhood. He felt the thrill of anticipation rising.

 

  “Bro, bro. Stand next to the tractor. I’ll take your picture.”

 

  “That’s fine.”

 

  “Come on, hurry up.”

 

  With no choice but to comply with Lee Yeonwoo’s request, Kang Do-jun awkwardly stood next to the tractor. Soon after, the sound of the camera’s shutter followed, and Lee Yeonwoo approached with his phone.

 

  “How is it? It came out well, right?”

 

  The clear sky took up half of the photo, and Kang Do-jun stood there, centered around the tractor. It was hard to tell what was the subject of the photo.

 

  “… It came out well.”

 

  “Let’s take one together as well.”

 

  “Alright.”

 

  “Can I go around showing off the photo I took with you?”

 

  “Whatever you want.”

 

  Lee Yeonwoo was pleased with the permission he received from Kang Do-jun. His straw hat had come off in his excitement, hanging loosely around his neck.

 

  As Kang Do-jun repositioned his hat, Lee Yeonwoo quickly accepted it, and disappeared saying he would take a picture with Grandpa Jongsoo too.

 

  In the brief moment when the camera was stopped for equipment checks, Kang Do-jun’s manager, Park Daeho, approached him.

 

  “Is it okay to give him your phone?”

 

  “He’s not a kid who will do anything bad.”

 

  “And the number?”

 

  “That too.”

 

  Park Daeho stared intently at Kang Do-jun. The Kang Do-jun he knew was not someone who carelessly gave out his number. From the perspective of a manager who had observed from the side, he had never seen Kang Do-jun privately contacting anyone. He wondered if Kang Do-jun even had friends.

 

  Thanks to Kang Do-jun’s strict self-management and clean relationships, it had been easy for him so far. But sometimes he was worried about Kang Do-jun’s network, who seemed to have no friends to confide in.

 

  So, he suggested this variety show for Kang Do-jun to rest in a peaceful countryside, not in the city. But due to the power of the place or because he liked the kid, he handed over his number to a person he had just met two days ago.

 

  Park Daeho subtly asked, hinting at his suspicions.

 

  “So, you like him quite a bit?”

 

  “Well….”

 

  Kang Do-jun was staring at Lee Yeonwoo, who was engrossed in the pictures on his phone. He could see him running around everywhere, finally getting a smack on the back of his head from Grandpa Jongsoo and erupting in anger.

 

  “He’s cute.”

 

  Then, as if he wasn’t quite satisfied with what he had just said, he quietly added,

 

  “Like a younger brother.”

 

  * * *

 

  The levelling work began, and Lee Yeonwoo, who was spreading fertilizer, approached Kang Do-jun, who was working with the rotary of the tractor, suggesting they switch roles. So, they switched.

 

  Of course, halfway through, Lee Yeonwoo approached him again, saying it was hard, and they switched roles back.

 

  If farming were to be defined, it would be ‘feeling like death.’ It felt like they were filming a documentary rather than a variety show.

 

  Because they were so engrossed in working the field, there was little in the way of conversation. They were worried whether this could actually make it to the broadcast.

 

  When they finished, the sun was already setting.

 

  Looking at the amount of fieldwork done, Kang Do-jun couldn’t help but wonder how he would have managed it alone without Lee Yeonwoo’s help. It made him feel incredulous towards Han Taegu, who had scheduled such a strenuous day.

 

  Still, looking at the completed field, the sense of achievement was immediately apparent, which made him feel good. After a long time of physical labor to the point where he couldn’t think of anything else, all his worries seemed to disappear.

 

  Lee Yeonwoo, with dirt smudged all over his pale face, was eating the ice cream given out by the staff. He looked like a cute, scruffy puppy commonly seen in the countryside.

 

  “Hyung, farming is really hard, isn’t it?”

 

  “Yeah.”

 

  Kang Do-jun, who was truly exhausted, didn’t hesitate to answer. Any sense of satisfaction was fleeting, and his sweaty, sticky body was crying out to be washed.

 

  “Today’s work was hard, but last year I planted seeds. That was really killing me. I couldn’t straighten my back.”

 

  Lee Yeonwoo grimaced at the thought alone, sticking out his tongue. Kang Do-jun glanced at him, rolling his eyes.

 

  Looking at his innocent face, Kang Do-jun felt the urge to tease him without even realizing it. He closed his eyes slightly and spoke calmly.

 

  “So, did you run away last year?”

 

  “…Run away?”

 

  “You said you can buy corn.”

 

  “Oh, damn. Did Grandpa Jongsoo also tell you that? Anyway, the elders in this village talk too much.”

 

  Lee Yeonwoo grumbled with a frown on his face. It didn’t seem like they were talking too much, but rather, they seemed to have a lot of affection for him.

 

  Unable to bear the embarrassment, Lee Yeonwoo violently ruffled his own hair. His black hair, deeper in color than most people’s, soaked up the sunlight.

 

  Kang Do-jun looked curiously at his hair.

 

  “Did you dye it?”

 

  “Huh?”

 

  “Your hair. It’s black.”

 

  “Oh, this.”

 

  Lee Yeonwoo pulled out a strand of his hair.

 

  “It’s naturally a bit darker.”

 

  His eye color was also darker than most people’s, making his iris less visible. Occasionally, people would tease him that his eyes looked like a dog’s, but he didn’t really care. He didn’t see any problem with what they were given naturally.

 

  “And in the countryside, you can’t dye your hair even if you want to.”

 

  “No beauty salons? Or a barbershop?”

 

  “There is one, but…”

 

  In the small village, everyone knew each other across one bridge. Especially, Lee Yeonwoo, the only young man in his 20s in the village, was known to everyone.

 

  He had been to the hair salon once, but he disliked being the talk of the salon’s clients, so after that, he had been cutting his own hair while looking in the mirror.

 

  “I usually cut it myself.”

 

  Lee Yeonwoo answered while touching the back of his neck. The sensation of his hair on his fingertips suggested that it was soon time for a trim. Kang Do-jun seemed to notice this as well, pulling at the back of his hair.

 

  “It was quite long, didn’t you cut it?”

 

  “I have to cut it soon.”

 

  Kang Do-jun hesitated for a moment before asking.

 

  “Do you want me to cut it for you?”

 

  “…You?”

 

  “Yeah.”

 

  Lee Yeonwoo, who had no interest in grooming, felt a slight fear at the idea of entrusting his hair to someone else.

 

  “It’s okay. I can cut it myself later.”

 

  “Are you going to cut it yourself and patch it up again?”

 

  “Huh? Patch up?”

 

  Lee Yeonwoo hurriedly raised his hand to feel the back of his head. Kang Do-jun took his hand and guided it to the spot where he had cut it unevenly.

 

  “Oh.”

 

  Upon touching it, he could feel that the length was shorter compared to the surrounding hair.

 

  “The elders didn’t say anything…”

 

  Suddenly, Lee Yeonwoo’s face turned bright red.

 

  ‘Damn it…, the old people must have been laughing behind my back.’

 

  He recalled that on the day he had cut his hair, everyone had snickered and glanced at him. It must have been because of this. He wondered why he hadn’t noticed earlier.

 

  Whether he was embarrassed by the uneven spot on the back of his head, Lee Yeonwoo once again pulled down the straw hat that was hanging around his neck, covering his hair.

 

  “Shall I cut it?”

 

  This time, he couldn’t bear to refuse Kang Do-jun who asked again.

 

  “Ah, yes.”

 

  * * *

 

  Lee Yeonwoo dragged a chair into his yard and sat down. The camera encircled him.

 

  “Are you going to broadcast me getting my hair cut too?”

 

  “More accurately, it’s Kang Do-jun who is cutting your hair.”

 

  “Ah.”

 

  Lee Yeonwoo nodded, seemingly convinced.

 

  ‘Well, what can I do if the whole nation watches me getting my hair cut?’

 

  He had been concerned about becoming a laughingstock in his rural village when the broadcast of him getting his hair cut would air.

 

  While he sat waiting quietly, Kang Do-jun came out with a kitchen scissors, and asked as if he was displeased.

 

  “Do we really cut with this? Don’t you have another pair of scissors?”

 

  “Another pair of scissors? Office scissors? I only have kitchen scissors…, should I buy one from Grandpa Beom’s shop?”

 

  He seemed to have never thought of using hairdressing scissors to cut hair.

 

  “Um…, use this.”

 

  Then, one of the female staff members lent him the hairdressing scissors she used for trimming her bangs.

 

  “Thank you.”

 

  With the hairdressing scissors in one hand and a comb in the other, Kang Do-jun slowly combed through Lee Yeonwoo’s hair. Considering it had been cut with kitchen scissors, the hair had a good texture.

 

  Using the lens of the camera set up in front of him as a mirror, he extended the scissors toward Lee Yeonwoo’s hair.

 

  As an actor who had been groomed by numerous hair and makeup professionals over the years, Kang Do-jun was not completely unqualified.

 

  He confidently trimmed a bit of the back of the head and adjusted the lengths to make them as even as possible.

 

  Each time he made a cut without hesitation, fragments of black hair fell to the ground in the yard. His movements were smooth.

 

  “Mr. Do-jun, have you ever learned hairstyling?”

 

  PD Han Taegu asked in a Q&A style.

 

  “No. But I did receive some tips from a salon manager.”

 

  Kang Do-jun felt Lee Yeonwoo’s shoulders flinch a little when he said ‘no,’ and hurriedly added to his answer.

 

  “Do you usually have good hand skills?”

 

  “I haven’t heard that I don’t.”

 

  As he calmly answered Han Taegu’s questions, he managed to finish the haircut.

 

  After removing the hair stuck to Lee Yeonwoo’s neck and face, and giving a final combing, he checked the results.

 

  It was a bit different from what Kang Do-jun had envisioned, but it wasn’t bad. Lee Yeonwoo looked up at him with shining eyes.

 

  “How is it?”

 

  He picked a strand of hair off the corner of Lee Yeonwoo’s eye and smiled satisfactorily.

 

  “It turned out well.”

 

  Upon ruffling the neatly combed black hair, Lee Yeonwoo smiled brightly and ran into the house with an expectant heart.

 

  “I’ll go look in a mirror!”

 

  As always, the cleanup was Kang Do-jun’s job. He picked up a broom and dustpan left in front of the front door and swept up the hair that had fallen to the ground.

 

  Then he heard the laughter of Han Taegu along with the voice of Lee Yeonwoo. Knowing that Lee Yeonwoo should be inside checking his hair in the mirror, Kang Do-jun looked at Han Taegu with puzzlement.

 

  Upon closer inspection, Han Taegu was holding a portable camera. Lee Yeonwoo’s voice seemed to be coming from it.

 

  Intrigued, Kang Do-jun approached him.

 

  “What is it?”

 

  “Ah, Mr. Do-jun. Take a look at this.”

 

  Han Taegu chuckled and rewound the video he was watching to show Kang Do-jun.

 

  “This is the self-cam I gave to Yeonwoo when he went for a walk this morning… try to focus on the sound rather than the screen.”

 

  “Are you… calling me out from dawn to collect eggs?!”

 

  “Shh! Granny Soon-Yi, lower your voice. Granny Kyeongyi might wake up.”

 

  Judging by the video, Lee Yeonwoo seemed to be holding the camera as he was not in the frame.

 

  Whether he was just holding the camera or recording, the angle of the captured video was completely chaotic, not focusing on anything in particular.

 

  The crowing of a rooster could be heard briefly.

 

  “That young man, he’s so timid. Tsk, how many do you want me to get?”

 

  “Four. Two for me, two for  hyung.”

 

  “What about granny? So you’re not going to take care of granny anymore, huh?”

 

  “Ah, you’re making it sound like I’m ungrateful. Alright. Please bring out six then. I’ll give two to Granny.”

 

  This was clearly a video of collecting eggs from the chicken coop.

 

  From the conversation, it seemed like Lee Yeonwoo was just watching from outside the chicken coop.

 

  The sight of him leaving the important job of stealing eggs to Granny Soon-Yi, offering to give two of the six he fetched to her as if he was being considerate, was both amusing and pathetic. It was as if the bear was showing the tricks, but the profitable man was taking the rewards.

 

  “Ah, I need more hands to fetch six! Come on, child, come and take this.”

 

  “…I have to watch the net. Don’t you have pockets in your clothes?”

 

  “If I had, I would’ve put it in already! Come and take it now!”

 

  After a while, the video shook a bit, indicating that Lee Yeonwoo seemed to be walking towards it.

 

  “Granny Soon-Yi, you have to make sure the chicken can’t come to me.”

 

  “You’re scarier than the chickens! What’s all the fuss about stealing eggs this early in the morning?”

 

  “Revenge has to be done stealthily. Besides, Granny, that one chicken over there is slowly coming my way… Ahhhhhh!”

 

  “Where are you going! I told you to take this! Oh my, you brat! Come back here!”

 

  After that, it seemed as if the camera had been dropped. The video changed chaotically several times before it caught the retreating figure of Lee Yeonwoo, who became a small dot in the distance.

 

 

 

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