Legendary Superstar-Chapter 97: Scene (2)

"Alright, enough of this depressing energy! My soul feels like it's been wrung dry just from watching you two." Jihoon, suddenly clapped his hands together, startling them both.

Yura let out a breathy laugh, shaking her head. The sadness in her eyes was replaced by teasing for a moment.

"You were crying, weren't you?"

Jihoon scoffed dramatically as if he was defending himself.

"Excuse me? Me? Cry? Never. I was just… appreciating your talent in acting."

"Your eyes are red." Minjae raised an eyebrow as he pointed it out. He was smirking slightly.

Jihoon gasped.

"You two are saying lies and slander!" He quickly turned away, rubbing his eyes as he muttered, "Damn, dust must have got in my eyes."

Yura and Minjae just chuckled, but they didn't tease Jihoon further since they still had to be in character.

"Alright. I want to move on to the next sequence while we still have the atmosphere." A few minutes after, Director Hwang called for them again

"What's next?" Minjae rolled his shoulders, trying to ease the tension in his body.

Yura flipped through her script, then sighed.

"It's the argument scene. The one where we…" Her voice trailed off, meeting Minjae's gaze with a knowing look.

Minjae hummed, already recalling the upcoming scene.

Unlike the previous one, where their characters were filled with sadness and hesitation, this next one was even more explosive. The love that they had been barely holding on to would finally start to fall.

Jihoon glanced between them, sensing the shift in energy.

"So… basically, you two are going to scream at each other?"

"More or less." Yura sighed. She was already preparing herself for it.

"That's great," Jihoon grinned. " I can't wait to witness here on the side." He has a cheering tone as he looks at them.

Minjae shook his head with a small chuckle before glancing at Yura.

"You ready?"

Yura took a deep breath, rolling her shoulders as she tried to shake off the lingering emotions from the previous scene. Then she straightened her posture and looked at him with determination.

"Yeah. Let's do it, Oppa."

The assistant director signaled the crew, and within minutes, the next set was ready once again.

The scene was set in Minjae's apartment. Now, they were really inside an apartment building and not just a studio designed to copy one.

Their scene was supposed to start off small with just a disagreement over something trivial. But with everything building up between them, it would quickly escalate into something much more and painful.

"Scene 518. Take 1. Ready… and… Action!"

With the sound of the clapboard, everyone in the room became silent. The staffs also readied themselves for the next scene.

And so the final explosive scene started.

"Why are you being like this?" Minjae's character, Taeyung, demanded, his voice sharp as he paced the living room.

"Like what?" Yura shot back. Her arms were crossed as she leaned against the counter.

"Like you don't care! Like none of these matters to you!" Minjae's voice rose, frustration laced in every word.

Yura scoffed at him/

"Of course, it matters! But you expect me to act like everything's fine when it's not, Taeyung!"

"Then tell me what you want!" Minjae ran a hand through his hair, his chest rising and falling rapidly. "Because I don't know what else to do, Jiwoo! I feel like I'm trying to hold on to something that's already slipping away."

"Maybe because it is slipping away!" Yura's lips trembled, but she quickly masked it with anger.

Silence.

Minjae's eyes darkened.

"…What are you saying?"

Yura swallowed hard, looking away as she whispered, "I don't know anymore."

Minjae let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. "You don't know? You don't know?" His voice cracked slightly. "Jiwoo, I'm standing right here, fighting for us. And you don't even know if you want this anymore?"

Yura clenched her fists.

"I'm tired, Oppa! I feel like I'm constantly chasing after you, trying to fit into your world, but I don't belong here!"

"And you think I do?" Taeyung shot back at her. The rawness in his voice was greatly evident. "You think this life is easy for me? That I don't feel like I'm suffocating too?"

Yura blinked, startled by his admission.

Minjae took a shaky breath, his voice dropping.

"The difference is… even when everything is overwhelming, I still want you beside me."

Yura looked at him as if she was the only person in the world, and for a second, she acted as if she want to take back her words.

But then reality hit her again.

"I can't be selfish, Oppa," she whispered. "I can't drag you down with me."

"You're not dragging me down," Minjae said, stepping closer. "You're the only thing I want."

However, Yura just let out a humorless chuckle. "Then maybe that's the problem. Maybe you're relying too much on me."

Minjae flinched as if she had slapped him with her words.

His throat tightened.

"So, what? You're saying it's better if we—" He couldn't even say the word as if he was too afraid of it.

Yura smiled bitterly before inhaling deeply.

"Maybe we just need time."

Minjae shook his head immediately.

"No. No, that's just another way of saying you want to leave."

Yura's breathing hitched.

However, when Minjae saw the determination in Yura's eyes, he got even more scared. Minjae showed a force bitter smile.

"If you walk away now… I won't chase you."

Yura's lips slightly trembled. A heavy silence filled the air as the weight of his words settled between them.

Yura's shoulders rose and fell with every breath she took. Her fingers trembled at her sides as if she wanted to reach for him—just once more. But she didn't.

Instead, she slowly turned around and took a step forward.

Minjae's heart ached. His pulse hammered against his ribs, panic clawing its way up his throat. His mind screamed at him to do something.

"Jiwoo." His voice was barely above a whisper, but she heard it.

Yura stopped.

For a moment, hope flickered in his chest. Maybe she would turn around, tell him she was just scared, tell him she didn't actually want to leave.

But then, Yura exhaled. It was the saddest sound Minjae had ever heard.

Without looking back, Jiwoo started walking again.

Minjae's feet moved before he could think.

"Jiwoo—wait!"

However, she didn't stop.

His breath came in short, desperate gasps as he rushed forward, but just as he reached for her, she slipped through his fingers like a ghost.

The door clicked shut behind her.

And she was gone.

The silence that followed was suffocating.

Minjae stood frozen in place, staring at the door as if willing it to open again. The camera panned and took a full shot of his body and in the background of it was his dark apartment.

His hands trembled at his sides. His chest ached with something deeper than pain.

Slowly, his knees gave out, and he sank to the floor.

The room felt unbearably empty.

The air she had occupied just moments ago now felt cold.

The camera slowly zoomed in on Minjae's face as he let out a shaky breath, his shoulders rising and falling unevenly.

Then, without warning, a small sob tore from his throat as if he was stopping himself from crying.

He pressed the heel of his palm against his eyes as if that could stop the tears from falling.

But they did.

They slipped down his face. Tears continuously streamed down his cheeks as the reality of what had just happened finally settled in.

She was really gone.

The person he had fought so hard to keep. The only on that had kept him grounded… really had just walked away.

And for the first time in a long time, Minjae truly felt alone.

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Minjae continued to cry for a few more seconds. He was silent and sobbing, and it was truly heartbreaking. People who were watching also couldn't help but get teary-eyed.

"Cut!"

The director's voice rang out, but the tension remained.

Everyone, even the people behind the cameras, was dead silent. They had to take a moment to compose themselves.

The emotions on the scene felt too real.

Minjae exhaled sharply, feeling his heart hammering against his chest. He remained on the floor, his breathing was still uneven, and his body was trembling from the weight of the scene.

Yura, who had been standing just beyond the camera to not be seen, wiped her eyes discreetly.

She hadn't even left the set completely before her own emotions caught up with her.

Jihoon, watching from the monitors, exhaled deeply and shook his head.

"Holy shit…" he couldn't help but curse out loud at what he just witnessed.

The director finally stood up, rubbing his arms as if trying to shake off the chills.

"That…" he said, his voice filled with something between awe and disbelief, "was absolutely incredible."

Director Hwang might not be the best at giving compliments, but that one was the best scene they have filmed so far.

The crew slowly snapped out of their daze, murmuring in agreement.

"That felt too real."

"Not gonna lie, I feel like I was really in the middle of breakup."

"I almost cried."

"It made me feel like I'm also heartbroken."

"Our Minjae-ssi is really good at acting!"