By Zephyria 
Riding the wave of popularity, a couple photoshoot was scheduled. At five in the morning. Ji Eun-young, who had just finished filming a drama all night, struck a pose, either asleep in Lee A-gon’s chest or leaning on him.
“Eun-young sunbae-nim, please don’t doze off and smile.”
At the photographer’s shout, Ji Eun-young straightened her head. The moment she smiled brightly, a rapid burst of shots appeared on the monitor.
“Okay. Let’s switch props and continue.”
The photographer stepped down from the aluminum ladder. At the same time, stylists rushed over to touch up Ji Eun-young’s makeup and place a flower crown on her head.
“Oh, I’m so sleepy. They still have script-on-demand these days. My goodness, the writer ran away and the PD had to chase after her, it was a whole ordeal. Because of that, the actors are on standby all day. If I do dramas again, I’m not human.”
Ji Eun-young chattered while yawning, but she tried her best to keep her eyes open. Five in the morning wasn’t an ideal time for a photoshoot, but it was the only time the schedules of the photographer, Ji Eun-young, and Lee A-gon all aligned.
“Please sit on the sofa.”
As the photoshoot resumed, the two held hands and gazed at each other intently, or held balloons, or fed each other cotton candy. Their laughter, dressed in white shirts and jeans, was so refreshing, they looked just like college students Kim Jae-hyun and Yoon-hee.
The photoshoot ended around seven in the morning. Even if they wanted to shoot more, it was impossible due to the schedules of the three. As Ji Eun-young, drowsy, leaned on her manager, she exited. Lee A-gon and Hae-jun also headed to their next schedule by car.
“Hyung, come here.”
Just as he was about to open the passenger door and get in, Lee A-gon pulled Hae-jun’s wrist. Before Hae-jun could react, he was pulled into the seat next to Lee A-gon.
“Drive.”
Yang Road, who had been watching nervously, started the engine. Lee A-gon, having dragged Hae-jun over, stared out the window without a word.
‘Can I sit here?’
Hae-jun blinked. It was strange, but since Lee A-gon had personally seated him, it should be okay, right? A smile slowly spread across Hae-jun’s lips. He felt happy that Lee A-gon seemed to have allowed him to sit next to him.
The car drove towards Incheon. Today was the day of Nam Hyun-woo’s first murder. They were scheduled to film Nam Hyun-woo luring the gym teacher to the hideout and strangling him to death.
Perhaps it was because he had woken up at two in the morning to prepare for the photoshoot, or because he had an important filming ahead, but Lee A-gon didn’t seem well. The lines between his brows deepened, and the air in the car felt sharp. Yang Road hadn’t made a sound since earlier, and Hae-jun, sitting right next to Lee A-gon, also felt uncomfortable.
‘I need assistance.’
Lee A-gon leaned his head towards Hae-jun and whispered. Hae-jun glanced at Yang Road and took Lee A-gon’s hand. Lee A-gon shook his head. It meant this wasn’t enough.
‘I feel dizzy.’
‘Just bear with it a little longer.’
‘I can’t.’
Hae-jun was in a difficult situation. There were still about two hours left until their destination. There was nothing more he could do.
‘Lift your hips.’
At that moment, Lee A-gon whispered. Hae-jun thought he’d misheard and pulled his head up to look at Lee A-gon’s face. Then Lee A-gon signaled with his eyes to hurry.
‘No.’
Hae-jun gestured with his eyes towards Yang Road. We’re in a car. Yang Road is right there.
Lee A-gon took off the jacket he was wearing and placed it on Hae-jun’s body. As a rustling sound was heard, Yang Road, oblivious, asked.
“Manager hyung, are you cold? Shall I turn on the heater?”
“No, I’m fine.”
Yang Road had asked Hae-jun, but it was Lee A-gon who answered. Yang Road glanced at Hae-jun in the rearview mirror before focusing back on driving.
Meanwhile, Hae-jun bit his lip and lowered his head. A hand that slithered like a snake under the jacket unbuttoned Hae-jun’s pants and unzipped them. The hand touching his lower abdomen was cold. The fingers fumbled with Hae-jun’s penis once, then immediately went behind and gripped his buttocks.
‘Bend over.’
Lee A-gon demanded. Hae-jun swallowed dryly and slowly bent over. Lee A-gon unhesitatingly moved his hand down and touched his hole.
Tsk, a short clicking sound of the tongue was heard. His hand reached the spot, but the elasticity of the pants prevented it from going further in. The pressure on his hole intensified. Lee A-gon seemed annoyed that he could touch it but couldn’t get inside.
Just then, with a jolt, the car bounced as if hitting something. Hae-jun’s body jolted with it. Seizing the opportunity, Lee A-gon inserted his finger.
“Aaaagh.”
As Hae-jun groaned, Yang Road turned around and apologized.
“Manager hyung, I’m sorry. I think there was a rock on the road. Are you okay?”
Hae-jun couldn’t answer. As his body briefly lifted into the air, Lee A-gon had positioned his fingers to align with Hae-jun’s hole, and Hae-jun naturally sat down on them. Hae-jun was now slowly consuming Lee A-gon’s fingers.
“Manager hyung doesn’t seem to be feeling well.”
Lee A-gon, feigning innocence, made Hae-jun tilt his head towards him. Hae-jun leaned obediently against his shoulder.
Although it had entered, he couldn’t make thrusting motions. Instead, Lee A-gon meticulously caressed Hae-jun’s insides with his fingers. He rubbed, pressed, and circled the inner walls with his fingertips.
Hoo, Lee A-gon, who had been touching Hae-jun’s insides, took a deep breath. His broad chest expanded left and right. Muscles tensed and tightened above his jaw.
Hae-jun also inhaled. His knees tightened, pressing together. Assistance energy slowly seeped out. Perhaps it was because it was only one finger. It didn’t hurt as much as usual.
“Ah, shit.”
Just then, the car lurched violently again with another jolt. Yang Road cursed and apologized again.
Hae-jun rested his forehead on Lee A-gon’s forearm and groaned softly. Now there were two fingers. His hole, stretched slightly, bit down tightly, not even allowing Lee A-gon’s fingers to spread. Amidst that resistance, Lee A-gon repeatedly bent and straightened his fingers.
‘Does it hurt?’
Lee A-gon asked. Hae-jun shook his head. It didn’t hurt. Rather, he was starting to feel good. He liked the way his fingers rubbed. He wanted more.
The moment he felt that, he felt a warmth spread through his belly, and a clear drop of liquid, jorok, wet Lee A-gon’s fingers. Hae-jun’s eyes snapped open and he sat up straight. For some unknown reason, water that he thought would no longer come out was now returning.
Joreureuk. Joreureuk. Once it started flowing, the water kept coming. Hae-jun gritted his teeth. He tried hard to squeeze his legs together to stop the water from flowing, but he couldn’t stop the water that was flowing.
The clear water, with a slight viscosity, flowed down Lee A-gon’s fingers and soon soaked his underwear. Hae-jun blushed and covered his cheeks with both hands. Lee A-gon opened his eyes slightly and looked at Hae-jun.
About two hours later, the car arrived at its destination. Just before arriving, Lee A-gon finally pulled his fingers out of Hae-jun, their tips slightly wrinkled.
∞ ∞ ∞
The protagonist, Nam Hyun-woo, who had lured the physical education teacher with the promise of money in exchange for stealing exam papers, called him to his hideout and murdered him. His mother, who arrived late and witnessed the murder, grabbed her son and cried out desperately, “You won’t get into college if you do this! What were you thinking! What were you thinking!”
Soon, the mother regained her composure and cleaned up her son’s crime scene. She brought a large sack, put the physical education teacher’s body inside, and loaded it into the car trunk with her son. Then, with a sharp slap, she struck her son’s cheek and said, “Don’t ever do something like this again. You’re a senior in high school. Get a grip.”
However, the son couldn’t hold back and planned another murder, and the mother barely managed to stop him from killing Park Eun-ji, the class president and a friend’s daughter.
Realizing she could no longer control her son, the mother said,
“From now on, we’ll do everything together from the start.”
The son was clumsy even in committing crimes. He carelessly left evidence everywhere. Indeed, he couldn’t do anything properly without his mother. The mother knew she had to supervise all of her son’s murders.
And from here, the director and Lee A-gon’s opinions diverged. It was due to a difference in interpretation of the protagonist character.
Kim Jun-haeng wanted to give Nam Hyun-woo justification. It was a kind of excuse for why he had to become a murderer. Kim Jun-haeng wanted to include a scene where Nam Hyun-woo, a victim of domestic violence, committed these acts but gradually regained his senses and regretted what he had done.
Lee A-gon was different. He believed Nam Hyun-woo’s murders had no reason.
“This character is evil. Don’t emphasize Nam Hyun-woo’s narrative. Nam Hyun-woo’s end must be ruin.”
This was Lee A-gon’s assertion.
“The protagonist’s personality must change. That’s the grammar of a film protagonist. If someone pays money to go to the cinema and the character they saw 90 minutes ago is still the same after going through all sorts of events, why would they watch it? What are you trying to do? An art film. In an art film, a loser can remain a loser after 90 minutes. Because it’s an art film. But what we’re shooting is a commercial film.”
This was Director Kim Jun-haeng’s argument.