Peninsula: From a supporting actor to the best actor in Chungmuro

Chapter 182 Lin's Vinegar Factory's Special Offer Today

Chapter 182 Lin's Vinegar Factory's Special Offer Today
As Kang Jae-hoon put on the enormous, thick lion head mask, and just as he adjusted his angle and steadied himself, his heavy gaze pierced through the holes onto the filming area—

"call……"

The music just stopped.

A "click!" sound came from behind the monitor.

The eight members of Girls' Generation instantly relaxed from their dance routine, and as they turned around, their eyes were all drawn to the conspicuous "lion" in the corner.

"Oh my god!"

"Kang Jae-hoon?!"

The sisters' gazes focused on her like searchlights, and Tiffany's signature smiling eyes curved into crescents:

"Nice figure!"

"Yeah yeah!"

The others' eyes lingered on Kang Jae-hoon's well-defined shoulders, back, waist, and abdomen, their admiration undisguised.

Yoona had initially watched his comical antics with a smile, but when she caught a glimpse of her older sisters' eyes lighting up as they seemed about to gather around—

As if electrocuted, she darted out of the crowd and rushed straight to Kang Jae-hoon.

The movement was as fast as a gust of wind.

Before anyone could react, a fair hand had already grabbed Kang Jae-hoon's wrist, pulling him quickly toward the costume designer.
"Could you please find him a large, clean T-shirt to wear for the photoshoot?"

The stylist paused for a moment, looked at Kang Jae-hoon's prominent muscle definition, then at Im Yoon-a's unwavering expression, and immediately nodded:
"Ah, okay. We have a spare, just a moment."

After saying that, the stylist turned around and went to rummage through the clothes rack next to her.

Lim Yoona then released Kang Jae-hoon's wrist and led him to the shadows in the corner.

The air conditioning in the studio was very strong, raising goosebumps on her arms and causing her to lower her voice, even with a hint of teeth grinding:

"You came dressed like this?"

Kang Jae-hoon lowered his head upon hearing this.

The basic, slim-fitting, pure white short-sleeved shirt clearly outlined the chest muscles and shoulder and back lines he had developed through years of training. It was paired with simple, slim-fitting A-line casual trousers.

really……

It's a bit too refreshing.

"Uh, I was wearing a shirt when I came, but it was too hot, so I took it off..."

Kang Jae-hoon's action of lifting his hood froze in mid-air as he looked up to meet Im Yoon-ah's slightly puffed-up cheeks and reproachful gaze...

He suddenly understood.

A hint of a smile appeared in his eyes:
"Jealous?"

"Yeah, I'm jealous."

Im Yoona reached out and slapped the hood he had lifted back onto his head.
"But compared to this..."

She moved closer, and the sweet scent of peaches enveloped her once more:
"The fact that your kiss with someone is all over the news... makes me feel even more upset."

The interior of the enormous lion head mask was unbearably hot, yet it instantly became the perfect refuge—

It not only concealed any subtle expressions that might appear on Kang Jae-hoon's face at this moment, but also bought him a few precious seconds to think and frantically sort out the thoughts that had been turned upside down by this "jealousy" in his mind.

How to do?
fool?

Saying, "It's all work, don't worry about it"?
Such platitudes are an insult to Im Yoon-ah's intelligence.

It could even add fuel to the fire.

lie?

To vehemently deny the importance of that scene?
Even stupider.

The photos have already been taken, and the trending topics have exploded.

My thoughts battled fiercely in a flash.

Kang Jae-hoon pushed the lion head mask up again, neither flinching nor avoiding it, his gaze fixed and unwavering as he looked directly into Im Yoon-ah's beautiful eyes:

"Those few seconds of footage on screen were just a work scene that I had to complete. But the moment the director yelled 'cut,' it was completely over in my mind."

"But the only thing that can make my heart churn like a storm, leaving me unable to find peace... is you, Lim Yoona."

"..."

Yoona looked up, gazing intently at her small reflection in his exceptionally deep and focused eyes.

Inside there...

There was no evasive or perfunctory response.

There was no attempt to downplay or conceal the truth.

Only genuine sincerity.

The entire noisy and bustling film studio, along with that sensational and ambiguous kissing scene that went viral, seemed to fade into distant background noise at this moment.

Only his clear confession is true.

however.

It was at this tender moment.

Im Yoona suddenly raised her hand without warning—

Instead of a hug, he pinched Kang Jae-hoon's cheeks and pulled them apart.

"Who taught you to be so glib? Hmm?"

—You passed!

Jiang Zai Xun deduced the answer from the glint in her eyes, the barely suppressed upturn of her lips, and the barely firm pressure she applied when pinching him.

read this.

The tension in my heart immediately eased considerably.

He naturally covered Yoona's small hands, which were still pinching his face, with his own, and mumbled words from his pinched lips:

"...I'm just...saying what's really on my mind."

Just as this subtle atmosphere was unfolding—

The stylist strode over carrying a neatly folded shirt, then spread it out with her arm:

"I found a new shirt, is this... okay?"

Their eyes simultaneously turned to that direction.

It was a silk shirt with a dark indigo base, and the body was embroidered with small and delicate black diamond patterns that did not appear monotonous.

The collar is crisp and structured.

The shoulder line is clean and sharp.

The cuffs have a simple design.

The overall design exudes understated luxury and a free-spirited sense of style.

The hand that was pinching his cheek loosened its grip.

Yoona took the floral shirt and held it against Kang Jae-hoon's muscular upper body to check the size and style:

"Hmm, let's try it on."

Kang Jae-hoon didn't say a word.

He took the shirt and quickly put it over his original white T-shirt.

However, when buttoning the buttons, he deliberately buttoned them in the wrong position.

really.

Im Yoona slapped his hand away and took matters into her own hands.

Her slender, fair fingers deftly moved, starting from the hem of his shirt, quickly and accurately fastening the buttons all the way to his chest.

When you tie the second button at the collar.

Yoona paused, turning to look at the stylist:
"Unnie, do you have a scarf?"

"Oh? Yes, yes!" The costume designer quickly went to look for it.

After a while.

Yoona had an extra narrow silk scarf in her hand, also with a dark blue background but printed with bright gold geometric patterns.

She unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt, revealing a corner of her white T-shirt underneath.

Then, he loosely tucked the geometric patterned scarf into his neckline, letting the two ends hang naturally inside the open neckline.

Adjust the angle of the scarf.

Yoona nodded in satisfaction.

After her skillful transformation...

The "muscular lion" who originally wore a basic white T-shirt and only showed his strength was instantly transformed into a playboy with a floral shirt and a bright scarf that was faintly visible at the collar.

A thoroughly womanizing scumbag lion makes his dazzling debut.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Set area.

Taeyeon was already in position, gracefully resting her chin on her hand and gazing out the window.

A look of good times.

Kang Jae-hoon stood at the entrance to the terrace, off-camera, pondering how to portray a lion attracted by Taeyeon's beauty.

The hood was welded shut, preventing him from performing the emotional acts he excelled at.

The silent film style of filming also diminished his acting skills.

therefore.

The lion could only express his feelings and attract Taeyeon's attention through body language.

How exactly do I do it?
He suddenly had an idea.

at this time.

The director shouted from behind the monitor:
"1, 2, 3—The lion enters the painting."

The order came down.

I saw——

At the entrance to the terrace, a huge, golden-brown, furry lion's head peeks into the house.

Followed by.

The lion did not come in immediately.

Instead, it leaned against the door frame with an extremely flamboyant air, as if it were leaning against a supercar.

then.

Raise your hand.

It was casually placed on her forehead.

In reality, he was slowly and methodically combing the thick, bushy "mane" on his forehead.

I combed it twice.

The enormous lion's head tilted slightly, adjusting to what he considered a perfect "side profile kill" angle, and his deep (at least in his imagination) gaze looked at Kim Tae-yeon.

Their eyes met. Kang Jae-hoon finally understood why Kim Tae-yeon hadn't pursued acting—she truly had absolutely no talent for it!
The shyness and fluttering of the "moment of attraction" required by the plot...

When we arrived at her place...

All that remained was extremely frequent blinking.

Its frequency is so high that it is comparable to that of an electric fan.

"..."

Kang Jae-hoon, wearing the lion head mask, fell silent.

Blinking itself is perfectly fine as an expression of being attracted to someone.

But if you could slow down by half, with a slightly lowered gaze, and add a touch of shy blush on your cheeks...

At least the effect should be passable, right?
But now...

That speed?

Kang Jae-hoon felt that the director should be ready to yell "Cut" at any moment.

one second.

two seconds.

There was absolutely no movement behind the monitor.

then.

Kang Jae-hoon had no choice but to grit his teeth and endure Kim Tae-yeon's insane blinking performance, which was on par with a "human electric fan," as he walked step by step to the wicker chair opposite her and sat down gracefully.

Kim Tae-yeon's winking onslaught didn't stop after Kang Jae-hoon sat down; in fact, it became even more frequent.

"..."

Kang Jae-hoon, wearing the lion head mask, almost lost control of his expression as he watched the rapidly fluttering eyelashes on the other side.

He clenched his teeth so hard that he couldn't let the words "Calm down, Nu!" slip out.

A few seconds later.

"Crack!"

"Okay! This one's good, passed! Ready for the next one!"

Jiang Jae-hoon: “……?”

This actually passed?!
Jiang Zai Xun stood up blankly and walked towards the nearby cloth area.

As he passed by the director, he saw Kim Tae-yeon's "human fan" performance being replayed on the monitor. The director was pointing to the ratio of the music track and the vocals, while the assistant director was recording the timing.

It was as if an electric current had suddenly struck Kang Jae-hoon's mind.

He realized what was happening—

The goal of music video shooting is to achieve a strong sense of visual rhythm and emotional expression that matches the atmosphere of the music.

The exaggerated shapes, vibrant colors, and exaggerated body movements and expressions are precisely designed to grab the audience's attention immediately with rapid editing, and to create an overall atmosphere in conjunction with the music.

As for the delicate, natural, and nuanced inner monologue acting?

For a music video that's only a few minutes long but packed with information, that's not such a high priority.

The director's "okay" was not an affirmation of Kim Tae-yeon's acting skills.

Rather, her performance perfectly matched the "exaggerated effect" and "instant heart-fluttering feeling" required for the music video (although the presentation style was a bit cringeworthy).

Figure this out.

In the following scenes with the other members, Kang Jae-hoon completely let loose, without any burden whatsoever:
To Sunny——

He shook his head and stuck out his tongue (though he couldn't actually stick it out), but he was so silly that Sunny laughed.

To Seohyun—

He nodded solemnly, his paws still on his chest, mimicking a gentleman's bow.

The effect...

Anyway, the director didn't call for a retake.

until--

It was his turn to act opposite Lim Yoon-a.

Kang Jae-hoon instantly cleared the escape mode he had just been in.

The performance was as emotionally charged as it could possibly be.

This differential treatment.

This immediately ignited the "dissatisfaction" of the women present.

And this "dissatisfaction".

This was cleverly and humorously injected into the final shot—

In the scene where eight people "awaken from their dream" and gang up on the "scumbag lion".

The director announced the start of filming for the "beating up the scumbag lion" scene.

The eight "ladies" instantly erupted in a deafening scream, and in a fit of rage, they surged toward the large lion dressed in a flamboyant floral shirt.

The scene was extremely "dangerous".

But in reality, most of the force that actually hit Kang Jae-hoon was more bark than bite.

The sisters seemed to be taking the opportunity to vent their fatigue from days of training and to join in the fun.

The main damage output that actually hurts Kang Jae-hoon is sonic attacks.

Especially Kim Tae-yeon and Tiffany's "high-pitched vocals," they're absolutely mind-numbing!
The lion head mask created a powerful surround sound in the confined space, making Kang Jae-hoon's eardrums buzz.

Not long after.

Amidst the relieved laughter of the Girls' Generation members and the director's satisfied "cut," Kang Jae-hoon was finally freed from his predicament.

"Thank you for your hard work~"

"Thank you for the cameo!"

"..."

Everyone waved goodbye to Kang Jae-hoon, who had taken off his headgear and was drenched in sweat.

Kang Jae-hoon forced a smile and clasped his hands together in response to everyone's hard work and praise:

"Everyone is working even harder, I have to go, the film set is pressing me hard."

There wasn't time for much small talk.

He almost took off the floral shirt he was wearing for the shoot as he walked.

"I send you."

Yoona naturally followed behind him and offered to see him downstairs.

The nanny van was parked in a secluded spot on the side of the building.

No one was around.

The moment the car door closed.

Im Yoon-ah suddenly straddled Kang Jae-hoon.

Bow down.

A kiss, carrying the sweet scent of peaches, landed on my lips.

Kang Jae-hoon immediately wrapped his arms around her waist and back.

Responding to this intense passion.

The intense yet brief exchange between lips and teeth.

No unnecessary words.

This kiss is a farewell.

A few seconds later.

Im Yoon-ah was the first to step back, panting.

Those beautiful doe eyes stared straight at him:
"Alright, let's go, don't keep the director waiting."

Even with a thousand regrets.

Kang Jae-hoon also knew that he shouldn't let personal feelings hold him back at this moment.

finally.

He only gave a vague reply.

"Ah."

Yoona then placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

He then decisively opened the car door and nimbly slid out of the car.

He stepped onto the concrete ground of the parking lot, turned around and left without looking back.

"boom."

The car door closed again.

It separated that captivating profile and that dazzling blonde hair.

Kim Dae-won glanced at Kang Jae-hoon in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

Silent.

Silently press the ignition button on the center console.

The engine emitted a deep roar.

Just as the car was about to slide into the lane.

As if just remembering something, Jin Dayuan leaned to the side and rummaged around in the storage compartment under the passenger seat with his right hand.

I pulled out an unopened, flat, individually packaged pack of portable wet wipes.

He didn't even look back.

He simply raised his right arm deftly towards the back seat.

The packet of white wet wipes traced a small parabola in the air.

"Clap."

impartial.

It landed right on Kang Jae-hoon's thighs, which were pressed together.

Kang Jae-hoon lowered his head.

She stared quietly at the small, white-packaged wet wipes on her thigh.

Before he could even ask a question.

Jin Dayuan's notification has arrived:

"If you don't want a rabbit to bite you, you'd better wipe off the lipstick on your face."