The Filming Set

The lights were bright, the cameras focused, and all attention was on Jinwoo Park. He stood in the center of the scene, playing the role of a broken man. His sharp, chiseled features conveyed a pain so real that the entire crew was drawn in. Every word, every movement was flawless, a masterclass in acting. Jinwoo's piercing gaze and undeniable charisma filled the room.

“Cut!” the director shouted, beaming with pride. “Amazing work, Jinwoo! Absolutely perfect.”

The applause and murmurs of admiration didn’t affect him. The moment the scene ended, his expression hardened, his focus shifted. Without a word to anyone, he turned and walked towards his dressing room, his signature coldness settling back in place.

Behind him, Seojin, his agent, followed with a smirk. “Another day, another masterpiece.”

Jinwoo didn’t respond, but Seojin had gotten used to his silence.

Inside the dressing room, Jinwoo sat down with a heavy sigh. The persona he carried on set was exhausting, but necessary. The world expected perfection from him, and he never failed to deliver.

His phone buzzed, breaking the brief silence.

Mom.

With a sigh, Jinwoo picked it up. The warmth in his eyes flickered back into place as soon as he heard her voice.

"Jinwoo-ah! Can you do me a favor?" his mother’s cheerful tone came through the speaker.

He leaned back in his chair, already knowing what was coming. “What do you need, Mom?”

"Your brother’s busy, and I need you to pick up Soo-ah from school. Then we'll visit your grandparents, okay?"

Jinwoo rubbed his temples. He loved his niece, but he knew exactly where this family gathering was heading—another blind date, arranged by his mother, with some overly polished young heiress. Each one more fake than the last.

“Mom… I have a full schedule today,” he began, but his mother’s soft laugh interrupted him.

"Come on, Jinwoo, you know how happy this makes your grandparents. Don’t be late. And maybe you’ll finally meet someone you like."

He rolled his eyes but smiled despite himself. “Alright, alright. I’ll go.”

As soon as he hung up, he glanced at Seojin, who was trying—and failing—not to burst into laughter.

“Another one of those dates, huh?” Seojin chuckled, eyes gleaming with mischief.

Jinwoo glared at him, but Seojin was already laughing. “You know I’d pay good money to see you in those situations. Your face every time…”

Jinwoo shot him a look that could freeze fire, but Seojin’s laughter only grew louder.

With a long, frustrated sigh, Jinwoo muttered, “I swear, one of these days, I’m sending you on one of those dates in my place.”

Seojin leaned against the wall, still chuckling. “As if your mom wouldn’t see through that in a second.”

Jinwoo scowled, staring at his reflection in the mirror. He might be the most admired man in the country, but when it came to his mother, he was just a boy who couldn't say no.

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