Tap.
Someone was lying on a bed, staring at a smartphone.
Lee Jihyeon, now 21 years old.
On her smartphone screen were photos of Han Seongtae filling it up.
Photos from the works he’d done so far, starting with Race Start.
Even the photos Han Seongtae posted on Onstar, and the extra photos that went up on the fan café.
She was so completely into Han Seongtae that she even made a separate photo album.
Lee Jihyeon started her day by looking at Han Seongtae’s photos.
“Ah, it’d be nice if Seongtae oppa would make a morning call too.”
She got up from bed, muttering softly, and went into the bathroom.
The more Lee Jihyeon looked at Han Seongtae’s photos and watched his videos, the more she felt a sense of regret.
She wanted to see more photos and hear his voice.
If he made a morning call like other celebrities, she was confident she could listen to it every day.
‘Should I transfer to a university where my oppa is?’
Her parents wouldn’t allow it.
Lee Jihyeon let out a deep sigh and went through her day.
Whenever she was having a hard time passing the time, she looked at Han Seongtae’s photos, and whenever she had even a little free time, she watched dramas or movies Han Seongtae had appeared in.
She had already replayed Han Seongtae’s episode on You Quiz over a hundred times.
‘When is the next new work coming out?’
It was while she was blankly staring at Han Seongtae’s photos.
Ding.
Her smartphone lightly trembled and a notification appeared.
―‘Seongtae Han’ has uploaded a new post.
The moment she saw the notification, she went straight into Onstar.
A notification that Han Seongtae had uploaded a new post.
As if she had been waiting only for this moment, her movements were quick.
“Haa… it’s so good.”
There were six photos uploaded.
And all the fashion in those photos was different too.
All six photos had completely different vibes.
One looked like a college freshman’s fashion, and another showed the look of an office worker.
Each and every photo came out so well.
“Seriously, this is insane. Why is my oppa so handsome?”
As she looked at each photo like she was savoring it, her gaze fixed on the tags.
#Smile #Let’sAlwaysSmile…….
A shopping mall name she’d never seen before.
Come to think of it, all the clothes Han Seongtae was wearing were from one shopping mall.
‘Smile? Where is this?’
Lee Jihyeon’s hand naturally started searching for ‘Smile.’
Han Seongtae uploaded the post the very next day after shooting at the photo zone.
Because Yoo Sunbin had taken the photos with such care, it was hard enough that choosing a few out of dozens of photos was even more difficult.
A total of six photos.
He also didn’t forget to type Smile into the tags.
[Try wearing it and keep smiling with me.]
The post’s caption was simple.
But the comments under it were anything but simple.
Three hours after the post went up.
In that time, a thousand likes were pressed, and more than dozens of comments were posted.
―On Junseo: Hyungnim Seongtae, aren’t you way too cool? If you keep doing that, I don’t know what I’ll do.
―Kkyalrullaeng: Every single photo is a pictorial. How can a person look like this? The vibe is different in every photo.
―FaceGenius: Are you even human? How can a human be this handsome. Ah, right. This oppa was a god.
There were many comments praising Han Seongtae’s looks.
They were purely admiring him as they looked at him.
―SleepyBomb: Smile? It’s a shopping mall I’m seeing for the first time. The clothes are pretty nice. I could buy them for my boyfriend.
―Let’sGo: Snap out of it! That works because it’s Han Seongtae. If it were someone else, it’d be like dressing a squid in clothes!
―Basket: Still, isn’t it pretty good at that level? The clothes themselves are so pretty, it seems easy to coordinate.
If there were people praising Han Seongtae’s looks, on the other hand, there were also people who took interest in the clothes Han Seongtae wore.
They examined each piece of clothing carefully and even went directly to the shopping mall.
「[The clothes Han Seongtae posted, I think they really sell them here?]
Today, after seeing Han Seongtae post outfits, I went straight to the shopping mall.
Like, the clothes themselves seem so pretty.
Sure, it’s not like there’s nothing to the fact that it suits him because he’s Han Seongtae, but still, if you wear it well, doesn’t it seem like it’d look good?
I looked and thought it was pretty good, so I paid right away.
I’ll send the link, so go in here and take a look.」
―IcedHotChoco: Oh, what. This is pretty good? I was worried comparison memes would go around, but it seems like it won’t be that bad, so that’s a relief.
―MusclesDukgeunDukgeun: Looking at it, there are a lot of things you could wear as a boyfriend look. Seems good for everyday wear too.
―Metal: There are lots of good additions, so I think I’ll use it often from now on. I’m putting a few in my cart right now to buy.
―Uwangcha: I just checked out now.
There were also people directly looking up ‘Smile.’
They posted purchase reviews after actually buying clothes, and they showed themselves thinking about which clothes were good and how it would be best to wear them.
Han Seongtae smiled as he watched their reactions.
‘Good thing the promotion is going well.’
Honestly, it would be a lie to say he wasn’t worried when he first posted.
Han Seongtae knew he wasn’t some huge, amazing influencer.
So, if it didn’t have a real promotional effect, he felt like he’d be sorry to Kim Miso.
But looking at the reactions now, it didn’t seem like he needed to feel sorry.
Buzzz, buzzuuuzz!
While Han Seongtae was looking at his phone, the screen went dark and a familiar name appeared.
“Yes, noona, what is it?”
A call from Kim Miso.
A confident smile hung on Han Seongtae’s lips.
—Did you see people’s reactions? Everyone’s praising it and going crazy right now.
“Yes, I just saw too.”
—Hey, thank you so much. Later I’ll buy you a meal. Sales went up a lot, so I can even buy you beef.
“No, noona. You don’t have to.”
—What, are you ignoring my sincerity right now? It’s beef, you know!
At her words, Han Seongtae let out a small laugh.
“I’ve been more drawn to sea meat than land meat lately. Lobster’s possible, right?”
—…Wow, you’ve really grown up? You’re even joking around.
“I mean it.”
—…
“I’m kidding. If noona buys, I’ll eat anything well.”
From beyond the receiver, he could hear Kim Miso grumbling.
—So slick. Fine, let’s go eat lobster until we’re stuffed sometime. Sales went up thanks to you, so I should obviously do at least that.
“I was paid for the work too, so. Next time, please ask me anytime. This kind of thing, I can do right away.”
—Thanks, even if it’s just words.
“This one is really sincere.”
Han Seongtae wasn’t someone who said things like that as a joke.
How much had he been helped by Kim Minseok’s family?
With the clothes he got from Kim Miso, he could get through the past year well.
He knew how well they took care of him.
How could he not even do this one favor?
‘And I feel bad that I got paid for it.’
He had received so much, and Han Seongtae wasn’t someone who didn’t repay favors.
If you receive a favor, you must repay it. That was the way of being human.
—Yeah, thanks. It’s reassuring having you.
“I’m more grateful. Noona’s been so good to me.”
—You really say things nicely. How can I not like you, then? Fine, let’s pick a day and eat a meal.
“Yes, noona.”
—Good work. Filming must be hard. Do it while taking care of your body. Your health can go bad in an instant, you know?
“You too, noona. Work hard.”
After ending the call with Kim Miso, a gentle smile lingered around Han Seongtae’s lips.
A conversation with a good person always makes you feel good.
Putting the phone down, Han Seongtae stretched long.
Crack.
A refreshing sensation.
Han Seongtae turned his head and looked at the calendar beside the desk.
Now, all that was left was the awards ceremony.
“Very good!”
The filming of Haru, which had begun to see its end little by little.
With the awards ceremony drawing closer now, Haru was also looking toward its final curtain.
“We’ll lift the drone.”
The drone flew up powerfully and captured Han Seongtae on camera.
Cameras on all sides.
In the midst of them, Han Seongtae calmly continued acting.
“Seongtae, what you just did was really so good, okay? But how about you suppress the emotion just a little? I think just now it was a bit too much.”
“Yes.”
“Everything else is perfect. Just now was really good too, but it caught a little, you know.”
At Yeon Jaehun’s words, Han Seongtae immediately nodded.
It was natural for the directing director to point out an actor’s acting or give directions.
Han Seongtae wasn’t the kind of arrogant person who refused to listen to the director just because he could act well.
If there was feedback, being able to listen and accept it was also one kind of talent an actor could show.
The drone in the sky flew around in sync with Han Seongtae’s movements.
And so filming continued.
“Cut! Krrr… it’s just incredible. We’ll rest a moment and go again.”
Filming ended.
“Here.”
“Thanks, hyung.”
The moment he came down to the set, Jung Dusik handed him a towel, and Han Seongtae smiled.
Wiping the sweat on his face and neck, Han Seongtae checked the monitor.
A very good scene came out.
“They say filming starts again in 20 minutes. Rest until then.”
“Yes. Ah, could you bring me something to drink? I drank everything I got earlier.”
“Of course.”
At Han Seongtae’s words, Jung Dusik immediately nodded.
Jung Dusik stepped away for a moment, and Han Seongtae went and sat down in the prepared spot.
Filming was enjoyable, but it was also true that it was hard.
For the next shoot, he needed to replenish his stamina as much as possible.
“Here.”
“Thanks, hyung.”
“Anything else? You don’t need anything?”
“Right now, I don’t think I need anything besides this. I’ll tell you when something comes up.”
“Okay. I’ll be right next to you. Call me anytime.”
“Yes.”
At Jung Dusik’s words, Han Seongtae nodded and turned his gaze to the script.
Now, only a few pages of the script were left.
Once this goes to the last page, that meant filming would end with that.
Thinking that way made him feel a little regretful too.
He still hadn’t found a new project to shoot.
When this project ended, he’d have to move again to find the next project.
He wanted to shorten that time, but unfortunately, he still hadn’t found a project he liked.
Rustle.
Han Seongtae let out a “Hoo,” and turned the page of the script.
“I’m going to kill you. Keep running away. Run and run again. In the end, you’ll be caught in my hands.”
While murmuring the lines, Han Seongtae suddenly saw that a notification had come in on the phone lying on the table.
―Britton Lee: It’s Lee. I sent the script by email.
A text from Britton Lee.
Han Seongtae’s face, just slightly, hardened.
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