My House Has Become a Filming Set!

༺ My House Has Become a Filming Set! – 8 ༻

 

  Just as the staff member was focusing on the images flowing out from the camera, wondering about the next scene, the screen suddenly went off.

 

  “Ah! Mr. Yeonwoo, you’re here?”

 

  “Yes, what were you watching?”

 

  “Ah, it’s nothing important. But your hair… is it okay?”

 

  Han Taegu awkwardly addressed Yeonwoo, gathering an awkward expression. It was a face trying to hold back a laugh for some reason.

 

  While one might become curious and inquire about this, Yeonwoo, who originally had no interest in things he didn’t care for, quickly turned his gaze elsewhere.

 

  Kang Do-jun, who was blocking the laughter that kept trying to leak out at the image of Yeonwoo’s back in the screen, asked Yeonwoo who kept fussing over his freshly cut hair.

 

  “How is it? Do you like it?”

 

  “It’s a bit short…”

 

  At the comment about it being short, Kang Do-jun pulled Yeonwoo’s bangs to check the length.

 

  The innocent look in his eyes and the soft, fair face that seemed to show faint fuzz, looked cute with his nice eyebrow shape. He thought it wouldn’t be bad to reveal a bit with a short haircut, but now he was wondering if it was a mistake.

 

  Kang Do-jun furrowed his handsome eyebrows and examined Yeonwoo as if evaluating a profound piece of artwork. No matter how he looked, he didn’t think it was short. It was just cute.

 

  “Is it really short?”

 

  “Well, considering it’s going to get hot soon, it’s perfect. Thank you. You’re quite skilled with your hands, hyung.”

 

  At Yeonwoo’s honest compliment, Kang Do-jun couldn’t help but tousle his well-groomed hair. Yeonwoo ended the action with a habitual pat on his head.

 

  “Right, hyung. Can you send me the pictures you took earlier?”

 

  “Sure. Give me your number.”

 

  Kang Do-jun handed over his cell phone. Yeonwoo took it, diligently punched in his number, and handed it back.

 

  “When I receive all the pictures, I’ll delete your number.”

 

  “Delete?”

 

  “Yes, I won’t share your number with anyone, nor will I contact you, so don’t worry too much.”

 

  Contact, huh… Kang Do-jun made a displeased expression as if something was bothersome. Even though they had only met for two days, he considered Yeonwoo a cute younger brother of sorts. But that ‘brother’ had drawn a line with him first.

 

  Of course, it might be out of consideration for his own position, but having a line drawn wasn’t exactly a pleasant feeling.

 

  “Don’t delete it. You can contact me.”

 

  “Really?”

 

  Joy flashed in Yeonwoo’s dark pupils.

 

  ‘Wow, I got an actor’s number.’

 

  The inner thought that came to his mind was incredibly simple.

 

  “Hyung, I’ll just use it to check-in that I’m alive. I promise to only contact you once a year so I won’t bother you.”

 

  “…Ah, okay.”

 

  Kang Do-jun replied, a little uneasy.

 

  ‘It wouldn’t matter if you did it often.’

 

  Well, the other person was simple-minded Yeonwoo. When the shooting ended later, he probably wouldn’t remember what he said and would just keep calling out “hyung, hyung.”

 

  It would be fun to tease him then, saying, ‘Didn’t you say you would only do it once a year?’

 

  “Hyung, what do you want for dinner?”

 

  “I wonder… The eggs were good at lunch, can’t you get those again?”

 

  “Ah, about that…”

 

  Yeonwoo seemed a bit taken aback. Judging by the slightly distracted look in his eyes, he seemed to be considering what answer to give.

 

  “Huh? Can’t you?”

 

  Kang Do-jun playfully chuckled and lightly tapped Yeonwoo’s hand.

 

  As the sharp, graceful curve of his eyes softened towards him, even Yeonwoo found it difficult to refuse outright.

 

  “…I can’t today, but I’ll bring it next time.”

  

  * * *

 

  “Yeonwoo, didn’t you mention there’s a big mart in the neighboring town?”

 

  “Yes.”

 

  “I think we might have to go.”

 

  “Why?”

 

  Because the fridge was completely empty. Without a word, Kang Do-jun showed him the inside of the refrigerator.

 

  “Guess we’ll have to go grocery shopping for dinner?”

 

  “We just need rice. I’ll get the side dishes.”

 

  Yeonwoo seemed to naturally plan on getting side dishes from the villagers.

 

  “You can’t always be getting it for free. Let’s take this opportunity to go to the mart.”

 

  He could hear a small murmur coming from behind him saying ‘But I’ve been getting it every day…’, but he deliberately ignored it and began preparing to go out.

 

  Yeonwoo also followed and put on his shoes in a flustered manner. They headed outside towards the car lent by the production crew.

 

  “Do you have a driver’s license?”

 

  “Yes.”

 

  “Then, do you want to drive?”

 

  “Sure.”

 

  He entrusted Yeonwoo, who knew the way to the mart, with driving, and he climbed into the passenger seat and buckled his seat belt. But Yeonwoo remained seated in the driver’s seat, not making a move to start the car.

 

  “Did you forget something?”

 

  At Kang Do-jun’s question, Yeonwoo responded with another question. His voice was a little shaky.

 

  “Brother, um… the accelerator is on the right side, right?”

 

  “…Didn’t you say you have a license?”

 

  “I do have a license.”

 

  Yeonwoo, who got his license right after graduating from high school, looked at Kang Do-jun with trembling pupils. Kang Do-jun quickly unbuckled the seat belt he had just fastened.

 

  “Get out, I’ll drive. Just tell me the way.”

 

  “That would probably be best, right?”

 

  As if he had been waiting for this, Yeonwoo vacated the driver’s seat promptly.

 

  In the end, Kang Do-jun ended up driving, and they raced to the mart following the navigation system. Yeonwoo was sighing with relief, opening and closing his hand, exclaiming in amazement.

 

  “Whew, I only held the steering wheel for a moment, but I’m sweating so much. I guess I really can’t drive.”

 

  Kang Do-jun let out a drained laugh.

 

  “You should have said you couldn’t do it from the start. Then I wouldn’t have asked you to.”

 

  “I thought I could do it if I tried.”

 

  “Anything?”

 

  “Yes.”

 

  He glanced briefly at Yeonwoo, who was wiping his hand on his pants and looking amazed. It was clear without looking. He probably had lived his life so far that way.

 

  And he must have somehow managed, whether the outcome was bad or good.

 

  Kang Do-jun thought that was part of Yeonwoo’s charm. It hadn’t even been a week since they’d met, but he was like a cute little brother. He didn’t want to rob him of that charm.

 

  It was a very natural emotion that anyone could feel.

 

  It was the feeling of not wanting to teach dirty things to an innocent child, not wanting to splash filth on a pure white, clean wall, and not wanting to force evil on goodness.

 

  Probably all the elders of the village would think the same.

 

  So all the actions of adoring the boy, giving him side dishes every day, taking care of him, and teasing him all the time must have been filled with affection.

 

  “Tell me if there’s anything you can’t do. I’ll do it for you.”

 

  So, this meant that he should continue to live as he had been. As a confident, naive, shameless, and innocent child unaware of the ways of the world.

 

  “Wow, really? The light in the bathroom seems about to go out, could you fix it?”

 

  “Pfft, sure.”

 

  And the boy accepted their affection without hesitation.

 

  While they were laughing and chatting, they had unknowingly arrived at their destination. Kang Do-jun turned on the blinker and asked.

 

  “Is this the right place?”

 

  “Yes, it’s here. But brother, what are you going to buy?”

 

  “What do you want for dinner?”

 

  Hmm, Yeonwoo let out a low moan and thought deeply before speaking.

 

  “How about pork belly?”

 

  “That sounds good. Anything else?”

 

  “I’ll choose when we get there.”

 

  “Let’s do that.”

 

  They got out of the car and entered the mart. Although it was called a large mart, it was only large compared to the village where Yeonwoo lived. There were no shopping carts, only baskets.

 

  Kang Do-jun picked up a shopping basket and followed Yeonwoo, who had run ahead, excited to be in a mart after a long time.

 

  “Brother, brother. Let’s buy this too.”

 

  “Alright.”

 

  “Do you like these snacks?”

 

  “Put them in.”

 

  “These are delicious too.”

 

  “Those too.”

 

  Thanks to Yeonwoo’s selections, various items were stacked in the basket, leaving no more room in the basket that Kang Do-jun was carrying. They hadn’t even managed to pick the main menu for dinner. Yeonwoo, whose snacks wouldn’t fit into the basket, was shopping with his arms full.

 

  After selecting the necessary items such as meat, mushrooms, wrapped radish, and a light for the bathroom, they headed towards the checkout counter.

 

  Yeonwoo naturally tried to pull out his crumpled bills from his pocket to pay, but Kang Do-jun handed his card to the employee, thwarting Yeonwoo’s attempt.

 

  “I was going to pay.”

 

  “The PD gave it to me. It’s a corporate card.”

 

  “Wow, really?”

 

  Yeonwoo drooped his eyes in disappointment. Regret that he should have bought more if he knew this was coming, washed over him.

 

  “Is there anything else you want to buy? Bring it here, I’ll wait.”

 

  Kang Do-jun knew him well. Yeonwoo ran to the snack corner, picked a few more items, and presented them at the checkout counter.

 

  He wanted to buy alcohol, but remembering Kang Do-jun’s words on the first day, ‘Drinking during the broadcast is a bit…,’ he decided to try his best to restrain himself.

 

  * * *

 

  Returning home, Kang Do-jun had a late dinner, took a shower, and lay on his bed, sorting out what he needed to do the next day in his head.

 

  ‘Right, the pictures.’

 

  He had promised to send pictures to Yeonwoo. He fumbled with his phone and checked his gallery.

 

  Pictures taken with him, pictures taken with old man Jongsu, and among them, there were plenty of photos with subjects he couldn’t identify.

 

  As he was flicking through the screen, he found a few photos that furrowed his brow.

 

  ‘Why on earth did I take a picture of a wasp’s corpse?’

 

  There was Yeonwoo, making a victory sign and smiling innocently next to a dead wasp. Now his first reaction to Yeonwoo’s inexplicable actions was to laugh.

 

  After looking through the rest of the pictures, he found the contact that Yeonwoo had saved in order to send the photos.

 

[Yeonwoo Lee. 25. Beekeeper]

 

  It was easy to find. It was a very simple way of saving one’s introduction.

 

   Without realizing it, Kang Do-jun found himself smiling. The thought suddenly crossed his mind that Yeonwoo might have saved his own number as ‘Do-jun Kang. 27. Actor’ and it made him feel a little overwhelmed.

 

  But then he thought, ‘So what if he did save it like that?’ Trying to deny his feelings, he sent the pictures. As soon as the pictures were sent, the number ‘1’ next to them disappeared and a reply came.

 

  It was an emoticon that was very much Yeonwoo’s style: a bee drawing hearts in the air and saying thank you.

 

  He touched Yeonwoo’s name and checked his profile picture. Unlike his love for taking photos, his profile picture was the same basic background.

 

‘Well, he didn’t seem interested in things like that.’

 

  Kang Do-jun was suddenly startled. Unconsciously, he had been evaluating Yeonwoo and finding him adorable. It was an incredibly embarrassing emotion.

 

  [Yeonwoo Lee. 25. Beekeeper]

 

  He stared blankly at the contact saved in his phone, and feeling like a line had been crossed, his mood sank. He erased the name field and tried writing it again.

 

  [Little Brother]

 

  It had only been two days since they met, so the term ‘little brother’ might still feel strange.

 

  Yeonwoo. He reiterated the name in his head. It felt a bit stiff…

 

  It was too soon to call him ‘little brother’, and calling him ‘Yeonwoo’ somehow felt awkward.

 

  [Yeonwoo]

 

  Just the two syllables of his name. It wasn’t a term that would suggest closeness, but it wasn’t distant either.

 

  Yes, for now, this seemed like an appropriate term for their relationship.

 

 

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