Chapter 06
Why This Man Has to Be the Male Lead (3)
âWhat theâŚ.â
The fight ended rather anticlimactically. After just a few kicks from Eunho, the three boys were sprawled out on the ground.
I held hands with the Class 8 president as we stared at the boys, who were bleeding from their noses.
âWow, Bae Eunho. Youâre amazing.â
âDid you really think Iâd lose to these guys after fighting them for my life? Theyâre nothing.â
âThatâs not something to brag about. Forget it. Letâs hurry and get out of here.â
âYou said you called the police.â
âExactly! So we need to run!â
I hurriedly stepped over the fallen boys and grabbed Eunhoâs hand. Soon, the sound of a police patrol car could be heard.
If we got caught like this, weâd be the ones losing out. With Eunhoâs hand in my right hand and the Class 8 presidentâs in my left, I ran in the opposite direction from the sound.
âRun!â
âHey, you crazyâ!â
That was when it happened. One of the boys, whom I thought had already passed out, got back up and picked up a broken wooden club.
When the Class 8 president warned me to be careful, I quickly let go of his hand and took a defensive stance.
The direction from which the wooden club was being swung suddenly changed. I thought he was aiming for the Class 8 president, but this bastard was actually targeting me.
I squeezed my eyes shut as the wooden club came down toward my field of vision.
Iâm really going to get hit this time!
Along with a dull thud, I felt something warm.
âE-Eunho!â
When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was a firm chest.
Eunho was shielding me with his body, raising his arm to block the wooden club.
His brows were slightly furrowed.
The police officers rushed toward the man and restrained him. The man was breathing heavily as he glared at Eunho and me.
âAre you okay, student?â
âWhat, Bae Eunho? You again?â
âBae Eunho? Heâd been quiet for a while.â
The police officers clicked their tongues briefly, as if they already knew Eunho.
Then they separated Eunho and me and checked my condition.
Even though I was perfectly fine and Eunho was the one who had been injured.
My heart sank when I saw Eunho’s injured arm.
Blood was beginning to soak through Eunhoâs navy-blue jersey.
I immediately looked away.
There was blood on the wooden club the man had swung, too.
âBae Eunho, get in.â
âNo!â
âWhat?â
âLook at his arm! Heâs hurt. We need to take him to the hospital first.â
âOur⌠boy?â
The police officer, the Class 8 president, and even Eunho all looked at me in surprise, but I didnât care about their reactions.
âLook! Heâs bleeding! He got hurt protecting me, so weâre going to the hospital first. I have the right to do that!â
âYeah, yeah. Officer Kim, put Eunho and this student in that car.â
Surprisingly, Eunho calmly allowed the police officer to support him as they left the alley.
The students gathered near the entrance of the alley alternated between staring at the bleeding Eunho and the boys lying on the ground, whispering among themselves.
âWasnât he the one who did that?â
âWow, Bae Eunho really became a delinquent.â
In the end, I had become someone who failed to change Eunhoâs reputation and only managed to get my favorite hurt.
*
âIt was scraped by the wood, so itâs not a serious wound. However, thereâs a hairline fracture in the bone, so heâll need to wear a cast for a while.â
âThank you.â
Eunho moved the cast around his arm experimentally.
When the emergency room doctor went to examine another patient, silence descended once again.
Lying flat on the bed, Eunho carefully watched the familiar yet unfamiliar silhouette reflected against the curtain.
Then, as if he had figured out what was going on, he quickly pulled the curtain aside with one foot.
âWhat are you doing?â
âAh, well⌠Yerim told me to come take a look.â
âYerim? Oh, right. Thatâs her nameâŚ.â
Eunho sat up and looked toward Yerim, who was watching him from the far corner of the room.
âBut why is she just standing over there watching?â
âShe says she feels too sorry to come over.â
âHa. If sheâs sorry, tell her to come over herself. At least let me hear her say thank you. Sheâs acting like she did nothing after I got hurt because of her.â
At Eunhoâs words, the Class 8 president nodded and approached Yerim.
The two whispered to each other for a while before nodding.
Not long after, Yerim approached Eunho with timid steps, her messy bun sticking out in all directions.
What was she going to say?
That since he had saved her life, she wouldnât bother him anymore?
Even just thinking about the recent past, Eunho had gone through nothing but trouble because of Yerim.
It seemed like everything would be fine if she just disappeared from his life.
Eunho raised his head.
âIâm really sorry. EunhoâŚ.â
When he saw Yerimâs large eyes filled with tears, Eunhoâs mouth fell slightly open.
Whatâs wrong with you?
Eunhoâs question only seemed to light a fuse.
Yerim covered her face with her hands and sank to the floor.
âItâs all because of me. I was being too reckless⌠Someone who gets her favorite hurt isnât even a fan. Iâm just trash.â
âHey, itâs not that bad⌠They said Iâm not seriously injured. Itâs just a fracture.â
âDoesnât a fracture hurt? Even a minor injury hurts people, so why do you keep saying it doesnât?â
ââŚâŚ.â
âThey didnât stitch it, right? Is it covered by insurance? When are you supposed to go back for disinfecting?â
Even while wiping away her tears, Yerim was worrying about things like insurance and disinfecting the wound.
Eunho found it ridiculous.
Pfft.
In the end, Eunho burst out laughing.
At Eunhoâs sudden laughter, the Class 8 president and Yerim, who had been watching from the side, looked at each other with puzzled expressions.
âYou really are crazy.â
âHuh?â
âAnyway, you owe me one. I saved your life.â
I wonder what kind of deal I should make.
Just as Eunho was rolling his tongue inside his mouth, Yerim, who had been acting as though the world had collapsed moments ago, suddenly burst into laughter.
Her eyes were red and teary, and the corners of her lips were raised in a smile.
Eunho silently looked at Yerim.
âYeah. I owe you another one, donât I?â
Another?
Eunhoâs gaze fell on the name tag pinned to Yerimâs chest.
ăMoon Yerimă
It was the moment Yerimâs name became clearly engraved in Eunhoâs mind, even though until then he had been too busy trying to run away from her because she was such a nuisance.
*
âWait, how did you end up going to the hospital? And what happened with the police?â
âYou heard everything, didnât you? They said itâs nothing serious.â
âNothing serious, my foot! Do you know how shocked I was when I got a call from the police chief?â
When I arrived home a little after ten, my parents were waiting for me with worried expressions.
Moreover, my father was apparently quite close to the chief of the police station, so he had heard the entire story.
âMoon Yerim, is something troubling you these days? You seemed fine this morning, and then suddenlyâŚ.â
âItâs nothing like that. Iâm sorry for making you worry.â
ââŚIf thatâs the case, then fine. Dad trusts you. You know that, right?â
I nodded absentmindedly at my fatherâs words.
The way to get along well with my parents was simple: donât do the things they told me not to do, and do the things they told me to do.
I was about to wrap up the conversation quickly and go to my room when my father stopped me.
âOh, I heard Dogyeom transferred to your school?â
âDad, do you know Dogyeom?â
âWhy wouldnât I? Heâs Isulâs son, isnât he? Isul is filming something this time, so⌠thatâs why Dogyeom came along too.â
âAh⌠right. But how do you know about that, Dad?â
âWhat are you talking about?â
So those circumstances were⌠only supposed to be known by the readers and the background characters at school because they were explained in the novel.
How does her father know about them?
Only then did I notice the dozens of trophies behind my father and the personal photograph of my father hanging beneath the huge family portrait.
ăScene by Scene, CEO Moon Joongwonă
If it was Scene by Scene, then it was the biggest and most famous film production company in this world.
My father, whom I had thought was just a background character, was actually its CEO.
So that was why we had so much money.
âThis is a total cinephile familyâŚ.â
âWhat are you suddenly talking about? Since weâre on the subject, you absolutely have to win a prize in this summerâs film competition. Make your father proud.â
âYes, yes. Iâm going to my room.â
I closed the door and pouted in the direction where my father was.
I knew.
In this world, Moon Yerim was the president of her Korean high schoolâs film club, âSummer Film.â
But Summer Film wasnât what mattered to me.
What good would it do if I worked hard there?
That was the crucial place where Dogyeom and Semin would eventually get together.
What mattered wasnât the club.
It was Eunho.
âI have to make sure I properly change what happened, since he got hurt because of me.â
I took out a sheet of paper and began drawing up a serious plan to turn Eunho into the male lead.
âWhat else is there⌠Ah.â
As I made a list of the conditions for becoming the male lead, my wrist began to ache.
I raised my head and slowly looked over the ten conditions.
Yeah.
If I just did thisâŚ.
âMaking our Eunho the male lead will be a piece of cake.â






