King of the Last Drama

[Let's get this sorted out.]

– Ghost Kim Chol senior said.

[Once you just died in a car accident. Precisely before he died. All the way here, okay?]

"Yes."

[And just before he died, he thought like a shareholder.]

"I wanted to take out the ultimate drama and die."

[What madman is thinking that right before he dies!]

Kim Chul Sunbae suddenly started to get angry.

It was quite unreasonable, but I bowed my head without being surprised.

It was a well-known fact that he was plentiful and a greedy man.

It's unfair to be doing this without doing anything wrong, but the more ignorant the maestro is, the more awkward his personality is.

[Not now, but I'm sure any of you have been humiliated.]

Kim Chul Sunbae hits my glance.

[So, why do you want to make a fucking thing?]

"Well, is it okay if it's a little longer?"

[It doesn't matter. It's better.]

"Got it."

I took a little deep breath.

"First of all, I can't tell you from the day I fought with my wife yesterday. My wife is an ordinary housewife, and she really likes drama. It's only these days that you can get all the rebroadcasts, of course, on VOD, but you have to be a live shooter to get your intuition out of it. It used to be okay because there were only a few dramas a day, but nowadays, the number of dramas being broadcast is increasing, threatening my channel's ownership. The air waves are great, MBS and SBC from 7: 00 to 8: 00, and KBC from 8: 00 to 9: 00. After the MBS picks up again 30 minutes, there is a 10: 00 mainstream drama with a combination."

[Knock it off, motherfucker.]

Kim Chul Sunbae sighed.

[I'd rather read it myself because I've sinned.]

"· · · · · ·?"

[Heads up.]

Kim Chul's hand was on my elbow.

Then something strange happened. As if you were pressing the rewind button of the video player, the scene in front of your eyes began to swoop.

After a long push, the scene was yesterday, the day I fought with my wife.

Soon, the body began to move as if it had transitioned from a rewind to a regenerative state.

Even so, I couldn't move on my own. The body moved accordingly and the mouth spoke accordingly.

I had to watch a movie or a drama as quietly as I did.

It felt fresh.

#

"There's nothing dramatic to watch these days."

The wife is grumbling in front of her eyes with a WS · · · waistshot.

"Sometimes when you look at it in your head. I'm confused what kind of drama I'm watching."

"Hey, you got dementia coming."

"· · · · · ·."

In the form of an open eye, 'I' avoided a slight glance. His wife turned her nose farting loudly once and spoke.

"Why, all drama is the same. The heroine says she sucks, she just gets annoyed, she just gets revenge, but she ends up getting liquidated again. Oh, really. Why are you being so annoying?"

"You get the viewing rate."

"So why is this drama coming out of the audience?"

"There must be a lot of potential Mazoists in Korea."

I replied in moderation as usual.

"The pattern is the same. Well, when I was a kid, my parents died or disappeared, and the bitch or the mother took my property. The missing parents are always looking for her later. She's got amnesia and psychosis, so she's going to keep her in jail."

"Well."

"Kids are annoying when they get involved, but they have to raise someone else and take them away or go looking for them. I'm gonna go crazy because I'm gonna get kidnapped."

"Hmm."

"And again."

I didn't say to my wife who complained with a stabler, 'You shouldn't see it.'

I didn't even point out the odd contradiction that I didn't see when I was showing a decent drama that was really weaving and odd.

Of course I shouldn't have been smart. It was because I had a bad dining table experience while scratching my temper.

And, well, I didn't even make excuses for the grievances of the producers.

My wife, who met me in her 30s and over, was not aware of my career at the station for a while, and I had no intention of explaining it either.

My wife, who had been complaining about drama for a while, started chewing on the actress on the screen this time.

"I want that bitch to quit. Maybe acting like that won't do you any good. All the characters are the same. Pretending to be pure and poor."

"· · · · · ·."

"The last time I came out, I pretended to be naive. I think it's time for Bonamana."

Mmm.

"I" tries not to listen as much as possible and swallows up the small intrusions.

I know it all fails.

#

The scene changes.

The next day, the company.

As the clock pointed to the twelve o'clock, people began to move around Burinake.

Young staff rush along the couriers with iron bags, and those who want to eat outside casually hang on to their outfits.

'Enjoy your meal.' Opening of the door. One of them slipped into the stream and approached me.

"Hey, chief. Don't you eat?"

"You should eat."

"If you don't have an appointment, why don't you come out with me?"

As I nodded, his face turned brittle in an instant. He sat down and asked, lowering his voice.

"Brother-in-law, did you fight again yesterday?"

I tsk, and I filled my tongue. In fact, there was a smile on his face.

My sister and I had a fight, and the only brother-in-law who was killing me in front of my eyes was on a team like me long before I married my sister.

I was also the owner of a fairly brilliant story that I didn't know my boss was getting married until the day of the wedding.

"Did your sister tell you everything?"

"No, but it's pretty obvious that your brother's phone, which you don't usually find, has six missed calls."

"· · · I don't even fight. I was just talking loudly, so I asked you to shut up and get some sleep."

"That would be a week's worth of chewing for a narrow sister."

Miuna Gouna and her brother-in-law's expectation of a long-standing brother-in-law matched my calculations.

My brother-in-law, who had noticed, slipped into the room.

"What are you talking about?"

"Just. Well, your sister likes drama, so we saw it together and talked about it."

"Ah."

Unlike my sister, my brother-in-law, who knew I was on the station once and that his career ended badly, became a convincing expression. In fact, he was also aiming for such a response.

I said with a loaded tongue.

"I'm worried that I won't get a cold water when I crawl in today."

"What are you doing, Brother-in-law? It's a great opportunity, so you can run with me all night. I'll give you the plumbing, and I'll cover all the shoots when you're fucked!"

"The sound is loud."

Reflectively snorted.

But my heart moved. As my wife scratches her bark as she gets older, I've never had a proper drink before.

Moreover, even so, my wife did not tend to be mild when my relatives got involved.

I snapped my brother-in-law's shoulder.

"Come, let's run tonight."

"Haha, leave it to me."

My brother-in-law said curiously.

"But the night is the night, and lunch is the problem. What do you want to do?"

When I took my coat, my brother-in-law, who was sitting in a squat, stood up quickly and followed me.

"I just opened a new Sundae house in the range of the Stirring Shipyard. What about there?"

"It's okay."

I was walking out like that.

Somehow, the complaint window at the entrance became very noisy. My brother-in-law kicked my tongue.

"I think I heard another malicious complaint."

"Hmm."

"All the counsellors will be vacant and there will only be children. Do you want to go and help?"

"Leave it. It's a habit to leave it to others all the time. They have to experience it."

"· · · · · ·."

My brother-in-law was a disgusting face, but I reluctantly followed him when I urged him.

But as I approached the entrance, I realized that my brother-in-law was different from the situation I had soon thought. I could not find anyone who protested, shouting as usual.

A quaint atmosphere where you can't find the common roar and nervousness.

I was a little skeptical, but it's not something I really care about. My brother-in-law grabbed my arm trying to get out of my mind.

I looked back.

"Well, why."

"Brother-in-law. There, there, there."

"That one?"

I stammer until the end, not as usual.

I frowned and turned my eyes. I noticed people murmuring. Surprisingly, the gaze is focused on one place.

And where the gazes were concentrated, there was a woman sitting.

The surroundings are very chaotic, but the shape of the hump seems to be disturbing. It was a chatty and shy attitude, and a slutty attitude where dogs bark when they look bad.

And, well, I guess it was a pretty familiar face.

The surprised brother-in-law whispered.

"Brother-in-law. Isn't she an actor?"

"· · · I think so."

He nods and rubs his eyes with his brother-in-law's hand.

"Wow, you're so fucking pretty. What are we here to do?"

"What are you here to do with the public administration? I'm sure you're here to see some business."

I urged him to leave quickly, banging on his brother-in-law's shoulder. But of course he didn't move. He was the one who opened his mouth and was completely sober.

Eventually, I swiped my tongue and shifted away from my gaze. My brother-in-law grabbed my arm in the back of the car about to leave the door alone.

"What are you holding up to your arm?"

"If you don't catch him, he'll run."

"· · · · · ·."

Looking back, he was not a brother-in-law.

His brother-in-law opened his eyes like that about five steps later.

He was standing in the street with his nose stuck in his neck.

"Oh, Director. It's good to see you here."

In a position where I could feel my breath, Lee Lee read the language book with a calm expression as ever. I couldn't really be a national actor.

I felt the look in my eyes. It was the shocking eyes of the complainants and the frightening eyes of the children in the complaint room. In particular, it happened as if it reminded me of Munch's screams in my brother-in-law's mouth. He seemed like a total jerk.

I moved to pull out the grasped arm, but the eccentricity clasped and stopped me as if I were hanging from the other hand.

I sighed.

"It's nothing, kid."

When I spit it out, Lee smiled a little.

By contrast, the surroundings were instantly quiet.