Chapter 129. Photo Shoot (4)

Translator: Aura

After the final photos on the recreated vintage-style set, the shoot resumed on the first set, the one with the green screen. Unlike the initial concept, there was now a high-backed chair in front of the screen. Under the photographer’s instructions, See-ah and the sole assistant repositioned the spotlights and reflective umbrellas.

“Director Tae Lee-Seob, could you please sit in the chair?”

Although he joked about his shaky legs, Minkyung was relieved that he could rest a bit. At that moment, See-ah whispered in her ear.

“Make sure you watch him closely. These shots will be more artistic, so he will feel the flashes more intensely. It could be tough.”

“His current condition is excellent. He’ll be fine.”

Despite her words, Minkyung was nervous.

The flashes went off repeatedly as several test shots were taken. The photographer didn’t seem entirely convinced with the lighting,

“We need to create a more pronounced light and shadow contrast. I want these shots to have a powerful impact.”

The lighting was adjusted based on the photographer’s request. Now the flashes would be even more intense. Lee-Seob squinted.

“Let’s go again.”

*Beep. Pop. Beep. Pop…*

Sounds and lights emerged one after another in rapid sequence.

“Don’t cross your legs, spread them wide this time… Lean back comfortably and put your hands on the armrests…”

Only a few photos had been taken, but Lee-Seob suddenly bent forward as he posed on the chair. He patted his chest discreetly, then leaned back again.

‘Ah…!’

Unconsciously, Minkyung took a step closer. When he raised his head, their eyes met. Even if others didn’t notice, she did. An anxiety and fear she had never seen before appeared in Lee-Seob’s eyes. His face had now truly turned pale.

‘Please raise your hand.’

Minkyung pleaded silently. He tried to force a smile, but his expression froze in the process. He was unable to lift the corners of his lips. Despite the distance, it seemed like he couldn’t escape her eyes. His cheeks twitched like a spasm.

She clenched her fists in exasperation. As if determined, he pressed his lips together and forced himself to sit up straight. Minkyung bit her lip as she watched him try to pose.

‘Tae Lee-Seob, don’t be so stubborn and raise your hand!’

Her fists became soaked in cold sweat. Minkyung wiped her sweaty palms on her pants, stared at the stubborn Lee-Seob, and raised her right hand next to her face. It was the posture he had teased about because it looked like one a person would make in an oath, but she didn’t care.

She mouthed ‘please’ and shook her head. Lee-Seob exhaled heavily. His right hand slowly went up.

“Can we… take a break?”

Despite his efforts not to reveal his discomfort, his voice sounded distinctly strained. His breathing became visibly erratic. Minkyung dashed towards him like a bullet. She clasped his raised hand with both of hers and looked into his eyes. His hand was ice-cold. She felt a sharp pain in her chest.

“Yes, let’s take a break.”

The photographer approached Lee-Seob,

“Are you okay?”

“Just a little tired.”

Lee-Seob, pale-faced, answered nonchalantly.

“Would you like to get some fresh air?”

The photographer pointed toward the backyard.

“Of course.”

Lee-Seob took Minkyung’s hand and stood up from the chair. He then took a deep breath, loosened his tie and took off his jacket. Minkyung had come to his side to help him, but he refused to let her support him and didn’t even hand over the jacket. He strained to maintain his posture and walk steadily.

She wanted to reach out her hands and comfort him, but couldn’t because of the onlookers. He stopped midway and undid a few buttons on his shirt, as if he couldn’t stand it anymore. He patted his chest once more. It wasn’t until he walked off the set that he faltered. Minkyung grabbed his arm to steady him.

“Director.”