Aura of a Genius Actor Chapter 76: Can I Come Over?

Can I Co Over?

His house?

As if to make ands for the past few days, Miho spoke up.

Rookie actor, what do you think? Do you have any ideas on what I should do?

Um I can see where youre coming from, but I dont have a solution yet Ill think about it, but do you mind if I go to the restroom for a minute?

Oh, sure. Go ahead.

Yoomyeong stepped out and went to the bathroom.

The restroom, designed as a private space, had a lockable door.

As he closed the door and turned towards the mirror, he saw a fluffy silver furball on the shelf, Miho.

What do you an, go to his house?

{That friends acting energy flows more in one side of his body.}

Really? Is it because hes been overusing one particular emotion?

{It looks like hes been practicing spreading his energy evenly instead of trying to fix it. There are clear signs of effort. It should have been fixed by now.}

But?

{The fact that it keeps reverting suggests theres a chanism causing it. I suspect theres sothing about where he lives.}

The casually dropped hints carried significant aning.

They couldnt be ignored.

When it ca to acting, Miho was more perceptive than anyone else. Hadnt the spirit foxs insights and advice proven effective every ti Yoomyeong faced a dilemma?

How could you be sure that theres sothing wrong with where he lives?

{Matters outside of acting are not my area of expertise I guess well only know for sure if we visit his house.}

Alright, I understand. Thanks.

Yoomyeong contacted Ho-chul.

Hochul, I dont think Ill be able to return to my place tonight.

{Oh? Hyung, is sothing wrong?}

Im practicing acting with Senior Actor Yoon Hansung, and we might have a few drinks at his place after we finish.

{Actor Yoon Hansung? Wow.}

Yeah, so dont worry if I dont get in touch.

{Sure. If anything cos up, no matter how small, please let know.}

Alright.

Then, he returned to the practice room where Hansung was.

Senior, please share your thoughts with if any cos to mind while we practice together.

Sure, please.

They continued their practice.

They analyzed various monologues for practice and worked on developing the characters tone and habits together.

When they acted the sa character they had chosen together, observing each others colors that differed slightly was a useful exercise.

After finishing the practice that day, Yoomyeong made a request to Hansung.

Senior, can you buy a drink?

*

Sure, where should we go?

Well where do you live, Senior? Can I co over?

Ah My place is a bit far, and I dont usually bring people over How about the place we went to last ti?

Once again, Hansung evaded the question.

Was there a reason he didnt want to show his house to others?

Yoomyeong couldnt insist on going if Hansung was against it. There was only one other strategy that might work.

They arrived at the sa bar as last ti. Against the backdrop of a sprawling night view, they had stead clams and soju before them.

Are you good at drinking, Actor Shin?

Well Im not sure.

He couldnt rember how much he used to drink when he was twenty-five during his previous life.

Yoomyeong used to drink a lot. However, he had refrained from drinking in this life.

The shock of being diagnosed with liver cancer was one reason, but this life also hadnt been so suffocating that he needed to drown his sorrows in alcohol.

While there was pressure from acting, it was both stressful and exhilarating for him.

Clink!

Their soju glasses clinked.

Yoomyeong intended to get drunk tonight. Hoping that Hansung would take him ho if he was drunk was the last strategy he could try.

As he downed a glass, he quickly began to feel the effects of the alcohol. Concerned, Hansung asked.

Take it slow. It seems youre not good with alcohol.

No, its not that.

Last ti we drank together, you hardly touched your drink.

Hansung filled Yoomyeongs glass halfway and poured a full one for himself.

Drink slowly and control your pace. Dont worry about keeping up with .

Haha, understood, Senior.

The conversation with Hansung was comfortable. They werent the type to force the atmosphere, so there were occasional silences, but it was never awkward. Theyd quietly reflect and then intermittently continue their conversation.

You suddenly asked for drinks Is there sothing youre worried about?

Yes.

In truth, it was more about his concern for Hansung than for himself.

Yoomyeong then changed the subject.

What do you think Director Son ant when he said he saw sothing in ?

Hmm I saw it too. After watching Actor Shin at that ti, I understood what the director ant.

How was it?

Your acting is really impressive, Actor Shin. Its like youre playing with the audiences focus. Watching you act is like being unable to take your eyes off a spider weaving its web in geotric patterns, or like watching magic. Theres a captivating quality to it.

I see.

Hansung took another sip of his drink.

Yeah. But at that mont, there was a profound presence about you, even when you were just silently standing there. A few actors at the top of the industry have that. They exude an aura without doing anything.

Yes, there are such people.

Yoomyeong recalled a certain theater actor.

He had attended a theater festival in his hotown during his previous life.

The actor in question had participated in the one-act play competition and had the ability to captivate thousands of people in an open-air theater with just his steps on the stage, let alone when delivering lines.

The air seed different then.

If that actor hadnt tragically died young, he would have undoubtedly risen to the top of the acting world.

I can do it, right?

That sounds uncharacteristically weak of you. Of course youll do well. Co on, cheers. Ah, you dont have to drink if you dont want to.

Despite Hansungs dissuasion, Yoomyeong took another sip.

The alcohol hit him sharply.

*

Senior

Ah, this guys drunk. What should I do?

Yoomyeong was the type to fall asleep when he got drunk.

I should contact his manager. Wheres his phone?

Yoomyeong had intentionally let his phone battery run out since he decided to get drunk. Now, it was completely dead.

Actor Shin. Shin Yoomyeong. Can you tell your ho address?

Im sleepy

Hansung tried to prop up Yoomyeongs slumping shoulders, but they just drooped again. It seed like Yoomyeong was the type who couldnt keep his senses when drunk. Hansung wasnt completely sober, either. He had drunk a lot in a short ti, especially when they were having serious conversations. He felt so weary that he just wanted to lie down and sleep.

Hansung picked up his phone.

RRR

Myeong-Gyeong.

{Yes, hyung. Where are you? Do you want to co and pick you up?}

Yeah, but Actor Shin is here too. Hes completely passed out and wont wake up.

{Uh Cant you reach his manager?}

His phone is off.

{What should we do then? Should I arrange for a hotel?}

Hmm It wouldnt be good if hes seen at a hotel and misunderstood, especially since hes quite popular these days. Im thinking of taking him to my place to sleep.

Hansungs road manager, Myeong-Gyeong, was slightly surprised by his words.

Hansung usually didnt like having people over at his house; even Myeong-Gyeong would typically wait outside the house when picking him up for schedules.

Looks like theyre pretty close

{Alright, hyung. Ill head there now.}

Thank you.

About an hour later, Yoomyeong was in Gwacheon.

The door of a quiet two-story house at the foot of Gwanaksan Mountain opened, and after smoothly parking the car in the garage, Myeong-Gyeong disappeared. Hansung supported Yoomyeong with one hand and used the other to retrieve his keys, then opened the front door with a creak.

The house was silent.

The porch light blinked a few tis as if indicating that the light bulb had gone out, then flickered and went off completely. Hansung supported Yoomyeong with one hand while removing his shoes with the other before guiding him into the house.

Ah

Feeling the strangeness of an unfamiliar space, Yoomyeong opened his eyes.

He sobered up quickly at the sight that greeted him.

A soft mat was spread out in the living room. Colorful toys were scattered around, their colors faded from long use.

In the fras on the shelf were photos, all featuring the sa cute, smiling facea face and smile resembling Hansung.

Bo-eun.

The na of Hansungs young daughter, who was no longer in this world, echoed in his mind. He had heard it just once at the Oedipus Workshop, but he rembered it instantly due to the sadness that clung to it.

Tears welled up in Yoomyeongs eyes, but he tried to hold them back and blinked forcefully. Hansung poured a glass of water and handed it to him.

Ah, youre awake? You wouldnt wake up, so I brought you to my place.

Yoomyeong couldnt hold back his tears at Hansungs kind expression.

*

Clatter

At the dining table where they sat facing each other, two glasses of whiskey were placed.

Hansung, initially puzzled by Yoomyeongs inexplicable tears, seed to realize the reason after following his gaze.

It was a landscape of sorrow that was all too familiar for him.

Hansungs considerate expression caused Yoomyeong to shed more tears, and it seed that Hansungs own eyes were reddening as well.

It wasnt that he couldnt bear to clean it up, nor did he intentionally evoke sadness in himself

Its just its hard for to clean it up with my own hands. And after seeing it for so long, it doesnt affect anymore.

But that couldnt be true.

How long has it been?

Since Bo-eun passed away? Its been seven years now. I started living alone about six years ago

Living with sad people either divided or multiplied their sorrow.

It seed that Hansung and his wife belonged to the latter category.

Hansung and Yoomyeong silently drank their alcoholit was a night when they needed it. Hansungs eyes gradually beca dark, and he spoke about himself for the first ti.

Bo-eun was so beautiful.

Yes. She looked a lot like you, Senior.

She was a daddys girl. She even said Dad before Mom. The first word she ever spoke was when I was on TV. She said Dad-da. My wife just called it babbling, but I heard her clearly.

You must have been very happy.

Hansungs lifted the corners of his mouth in a fleeting smile.

I grew up without parents.

Yoomyeong, who already knew about Hansungs past from the dia, simply nodded quietly.

The scariest thing for was having a child. I didnt know what a dad should be like, so I had to learn step by step to beco a good dad

Unlike acting, this is real life. I had to beco the best dad for Bo-eun, but I had no way to practice. I was scared because I didnt know anything about raising a little child. What if I hurt her because I didnt know?

His voice, heavy with the weight of alcohol, was tinged with poignant sadness.

The real sadness that the actor, known for conveying grief so well that he had earned the title of The King of tragic acting, revealed was painful.

Yoomyeong listened patiently, allowing Hansung to express the pain that seed inseparable from him.

Then, after a while, Yoomyeong cautiously offered a suggestion.

Senior, I think I might know a solution for the acting block youre facing right now

Oh? What is it?

True to his actor instincts, Hansungs alcohol-induced drowsiness was imdiately dispelled.

He looked at Yoomyeong with anticipation, and Yoomyeong struggled to continue speaking.

He knew without needing confirmation from Miho.

Have you considered moving?

Hansung tilted his head, puzzled.

Moving? You an, the house is affecting ? I dont think so

After initially reacting defensively, Hansung decided to be more honest about the reason when he saw Yoomyeongs silent gaze.

The truth is yeah, Ive thought about it

But I feel guilty towards Bo-eun The Childrens Grand Park was nearby, and she really loved that she could ride her bicycle in the yard.

The sorrow seed to swell instantly in the space that held so many mories.

The gaps that Hansung diligently patched up during acting practice would,

like a poorly constructed dam under pressure, burst open every ti he returned ho.

Im not saying you should forget the mories. But a wound needs to heal, even if a scar remains I think the place keeps reopening the wound

Wont Bo-eun be sad if she thinks Im forgetting her?

Even though it was sothing Hansung knew intellectually, being able to accept it emotionally was difficult.

Im sorry for being presumptuous but would you be happy if you were in a bad place and Bo-eun had to dwell in sorrow for seven years, knowing that she hasnt forgotten and is constantly reminiscing about her father?

Yoomyeong understood that it could be uncomfortable to hear, but it was necessary to voice this perspective to soone drowning in the inertia of grief.

As expected, Hansungs face, which had briefly contorted, slowly relaxed as he sighed.

Thats true its not right. But you wouldnt understand the heart of a parent, Actor Shin.

Im sorry.

But as an actor, your advice isnt wrong. I asked for your opinion, after all. Thank you for being willing to discuss sothing so difficult.

Feeling sympathetic for Hansung, Yoomyeong ca up with an idea.

Um Hyung.

Yes?

Hansung blinked at the sudden change in address.

How about staying at my place for about a week? We could have an acting camp.

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