SDM 2

The date on the cell phone screen was three days later than Jin Seong-woon remembered. He tried to remember his schedule like a habit, but… there wasn’t really anything particular.

The drama ended last week with good results, and the main characters might be quite busy, Seong-woon, who played a supporting role, didn’t receive any attention.

Actually… It was rather ambiguous. Regardless of whether the drama was more successful or Seong-woon was given a bigger role, it was difficult for him to earn money outside of acting. He didn’t have any fans and everyone hated him.

But that’s not important now. Seong-woon decided not to dwell on the lost three days anymore and unlocked his phone. Fortunately, it was face recognition, not a pattern or password.

Ryu Chae-yoon’s cell phone was clean. There were no missed calls and only a few open websites. There was one familiar name floating there, but it wasn’t someone strange that everyone would search for.

For some reason, Seong-woon gently wiped his sweaty palms and entered his name into the search box.

‘Jin Seong-woon’

… It felt like it might be the case, but it felt different. The date of death was clearly written on the profile that appeared on the screen, and Seong-woon stared at it blankly for a moment.

What on earth happened 3 days ago? Seong-woon tried to recall the vague memories.

Was it indeed a traffic accident? It was his routine to run from Han River Park to Han River Bridge every evening, but his memory was cut off from that time… As Seong-woon expected, there were several articles about traffic accidents at the bottom of the search.

Why was the former child actor ‘Jin Seong-woon’ at the Han River Bridge that night?

Even though it felt like an obvious exaggeration, he couldn’t help but click. It felt even more compelling from his own perspective.

… There was a lot of talk about why Jin Seong-woon was on the Han River Bridge that late at night. Following the CCTV footage showing him standing on the bridge without moving for a long time…

No, were they trying to insinuate him of committing suicide? Anyway, these reporters… If it were any other celebrity, fans would be tearing the reporters apart, but nothing like that happens to Seong-woon.

Comments:

– He was a pretty good actor. It’s a shame.

– Rest in peace.

– Every time it comes on TV, it’s so annoying, lol. Guess I won’t be watching it anymore.

– If I were a child actor rising quickly and then falling abruptly, I would’ve wanted to die too, lol.

The comments on the article were just a few sympathetic words from people who were somewhat interested, and some were really nasty comments, but no one was stopping them. Besides, Seong-woon didn’t feel much about it since he already thought his original body was dead.

Maybe it was because he was too shocked. Or maybe, even though his body was dead, his soul was still here, so he didn’t feel like he was dead at all.

He sighed lightly and skimmed through more articles than he expected. Although he had been active for a long time, he had only played supporting roles in the past ten years, had no fans, and was someone that reporters, producers, and writers all felt awkward about, so he didn’t think he would get much attention.

“As expected…”

There was a separate reason why there were so many articles. It was because the person who was guarding the funeral home was so remarkable.

He was dressed in a black suit and had a very pale face. His brown, watery eyes looked like they could burst into tears at any moment, a nose that shone white, and lips that were beautiful enough even without any color. It seemed like dozens of narratives could be written just from a fleeting photo taken by a reporter.

Baek Sang-hyun. He made his screen debut with a ten million movie and was undoubtedly one of the top male actors in his twenties.

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But what’s strange is why he’s there… Well, he could be there. After all, they worked on a project together, so it’s only natural to come to the funeral home. But it’s definitely not normal for him to be there for three days straight.

No matter how much Seong-woon thought about it, he came to the conclusion that he and Baek Sang-hyun weren’t that close. Perhaps his parents wouldn’t have stayed for so long either. Would they have even come to the funeral home? Probably, their thoughts wouldn’t have been much different from the hateful comments on the article.

Reporters eagerly snapped photos thanks to Baek Sang-hyun, who rarely showed his face except on formal occasions. Despite the fact that Baek Sang-hyun’s photo received more attention and was posted more than Jin Seong-woon’s funeral due to his popularity, and while some were concerned about Baek Sang-hyun’s mental state, no one even mentioned the inconvenience it caused to his funeral.

Seong-woon put down his cell phone and opened the shopping bag on the side table. Inside was a phone of the same model as the current one.

Even though it was not from Ryu Shin Electronics, they still bought it for him. Does it not matter what phone the child uses? Seong-woon, who was about to replace the phone with a new one, stopped when it seemed like pieces of glass were falling from the back of the broken cell phone.

It seemed like Seong-woon had seen a humorous post somewhere about the youngest son of Ryu Shin Electronics. So that… maybe it was like, ‘Even chaebol children can’t be stopped’?

With slightly trembling fingertips, Seong-woon opened the SNS app on the main screen.

“…”

Shockingly, this Ryu Chae-yoon was an influencer with millions of followers.

“This, this is…”

Yes, he had seen this photo before. A mirror selfie deliberately showing off the logo of a rival phone brand. After a moment of staring at the photo, Seong-woon abruptly stood up and swung open the door to the bathroom, startling the bodyguards standing by the door.

Seong-woon waved his hand to stop them and slammed the bathroom door shut. Then he slowly raised his head. The dissonance he had sensed with merely his arms and fingers was now clearly visible in the mirror.

Pure white skin that clearly had not been touched by the light, a thin body with barely any flesh on it, and bluish veins reflected above the thin eyelids with dark circles.

Although Seong-woon, who had roamed the entertainment industry for thirty years, was surprisingly handsome, he looked completely different from his original self. Except for the height, there were hardly any similarities. His hair seemed particularly jet black.

He stroked his unfamiliar face a few times. Even though he was touching his face, it felt like he was watching someone else’s hands touching someone else’s face.

“Young master?”

“Yes?”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.”

Seong-woon responded to the guard’s words heard through the crack in the door casually and washed his face with cold water, excluding the parts covered by bandages. Even though the water was chillingly cold, it didn’t bring any sense of reality to him.

As he came out of the bathroom, a security guard with an anxious expression approached him and spoke cautiously.

“Please try to show signs of life while in the bathroom.”

“Yes?”

Startled, Seong-woon nodded understandingly. The reason he was taken to the hospital was said to be a low blood pressure shock. Moreover, judging by the talk of a defibrillator, his condition must be more serious, which seemed to put the security guards on edge.

“Alright.”

Seong-woon nodded gently in response. By the way, was it right for the youngest son of a chaebol family to speak in this tone? He had appeared in a drama with a similar title before, but the atmosphere there and here was completely different, so he didn’t really know. Anyway, since he had been told he had amnesia, it probably didn’t matter much.

“T-Thank you.”

What was there to be thankful for? Still feeling awkward due to his body not yet adapting, Seong-woon approached the bed again. Nobody seemed to find it strange, perhaps attributing it to his head injury.

He turned on his phone and closed the SNS app that showed a stunning 2.7 million followers. There were countless direct messages, most of them asking why there had been no uploads for several days.

Strangely enough, with this level of fame, there were bound to be negative comments, but most of them were voices of concern. There were some slightly jealous messages, but considering the usual messages Seong-woon received, they were remarkably kind.

It was fascinating. Even for a trivial photo, there was a very positive reaction and any unpleasant comments were kept hidden. Was it because he’s a chaebol? You’re gorgeous, you’re handsome; are you okay? …Although these were words he had longed to hear, it felt strange.

By the way, do security guards usually stay next to people while they sleep? Although Seong-woon had seen a lot of people following others around like this, especially in the entertainment industry, they usually didn’t intrude into such private spaces.

But it didn’t really matter since he didn’t feel particularly popular. Being able to sleep anywhere he could lay his head on is probably one of the skills acquired from being an actor for a long time.

Since it didn’t seem like anything would come out if he thought about it further, Seong-woon decided to sleep. Anyway, this body seemed to have a weak heart, so he needed to take care of his health first.