Les pétales de la Dame sont mouillés - Chapitre 2

Chwakk-!

A tremendous strong weight struck her face, making her eyes flash white. Its intensity was so great that her body staggered to the side.

Ji-an grabbed her cheek and looked at the other person with her mouth wide open in surprise. There was no need to act. The grievances in her heart were revealed and written very clearly on her face.

Cela devrait suffire. There couldn’t have been a more perfect take than this.

Mais…

“Shin Yu-ri! I’m not going to be fooled anymore, I’m not… Oh, Depuis que sa journée a commencé comme ça! Je suis désolé!"

The main actress Bae Seo-young made a NG again. Sighs broke out all over the filming site.

Ji-an relaxed her posture and rubbed her sore cheeks while pressing her tongue to the inside of her cheek. She almost swore at Seo-young.

It was already the tenth time. The oppressive summer heat had quite tired everyone out. Even though she guessed it from the beginning, now it was perfectly clear that Bae Seo-young was intentionally making NGs.

"Je suis désolé, sunbae. Est-ce que ça va? Oh, I don’t know what’s wrong with me today.”

Ji-an looked expressionlessly at Seo-young, pretending to be sorry and lowering her eyes. Her mouth quivered as she tried to suppress her emotions.

elle n'était pas différente des autres bonnes. I don’t know even why you are doing this either.”

Seo-young was Ji-an’s high school junior. Ji-an had also debuted three years ahead of her.

Having met her insolent junior as a supporting role was already hurting her pride and now after being slapped by her with an intentional NG, she felt incredibly refreshed.

‘Ah…. I can’t grab her and beat the hell out of her.’

Ji-an clenched her teeth and approached Seo-young.

“Can’t you think of the hardworking staff? Let’s do it right, Seo Young-ah. Hein?"

Seo-young, who burst into laughter, mumbled with an apologetic face. Her whispering voice only reached Ji-an.

“I’ll take care of it. Who are you to admonish me on this subject?"

"Il a! Quoi?"

This is really crazy.

Seo-young took another step towards her, glaring maliciously at Ji-an.. She then looked back at the director and said.

"Directeur, Ji-an sunbae’s cheeks are very red, I think we need to do something about them!"

[T/N: Sunbae- senior]

The scorching sun and the early summer heat had made it too unbearable for everyone. Le directeur, who had already planned to take a break, put his megaphone down.

"D'accord, the makeup team will look at Yuri’s face. Let’s take a five-minute break!"

Le personnel, who were exhausted from the sweltering heat, scattered all at once. Ji-an smiled and turned around. She grabbed Seo-young’s shoulder and pulled it.

“We need to talk.”

“Can you please hurry up? Will you be able to cover the swollen part in five minutes?"

Seo-young shook off her hand roughly and slowly disappeared into her vanity van under the protection of her manager. Ji-an twisted her teeth and burst into laughter.

Since high school, Seo-young had been a bitch who followed her consistently, but today she was a bit unusual. Didn’t you spill coffee on my thigh in the morning? Maintenant qu'elle y a pensé, it was clear that it was also intentional.

Sûrement, she wouldn’t do this because she was slapped by water while filming recently.

Oh… I’m pissed off.

Since it was that time of the month, when her hormones were already out of order, she had almost blown her top. And this instance only further stimulated Ji-an’s anger.

With fierce steps, she eventually rushed to Seo-young’s van. The door was slammed open with so much strength, it seemed it would fall off.

"Ahh, you almost scared me.”

Seo-young, who was looking into the hand mirror, looked back at Ji-an with a frown. De sa voix, it did not seem she was surprised at all. Rather it felt as if she had been already anticipating it. Le directeur, qui était assis dans le siège du conducteur, was surprised and glanced back at Ji-an.

"Qu'est-ce que c'est, de nouveau?"

Ji-an tried to speak calmly.

“What are you trying to do now?"

"Que veux-tu dire?"

Seo-young shrugged her shoulders with a brazen face. Ji-an’s clenched her teeth tightly shut.

“You’ve been making trouble for me since morning.”

"Oh, Depuis que sa journée a commencé comme ça. Why would I pick a fight with you when I have no time for it? It was just some NGs. You’re being too sensitive.”

"Hey, Bae Seo-young.”

“Was the chicken feet delicious?"

It was a question that popped out of nowhere. Ji-an was startled and her eyebrows shot up.

"Quoi?"

“I saw it on Gunho oppa’s SNS. You went to a chicken feet restaurant with oppa yesterday.”

Why is she suddenly bringing up her high school classmate Gunho and chicken feet?

Has she lost her mind?

As Ji-an looked at her with an absurd face, Seo-young’s excited tone was dripping with sarcasm.

“Some people are busy filming overnight, while some people are so free that they can go to eat chicken feet with a man. Ah, I’m so envious.”

“What the hell…”

Attendez! Hein, Je ne peux pas comprendre. What is the reason for her to target me all morning?

"Bien, I guess they have some free time because it’s just a supporting role.”

C'était donc la raison! À la fin, she had to go through this humiliation just because she had some chicken feet with her friend.

Sigh… really, Je suis sans voix.

“It was nothing like that, so don’t make assumptions because of your one-sided love.”

When Ji-an stabbed her sore point back with sarcasm, Seo-young stared at her with a fierce face. She was surprised to see that it really turned out to be true.

This all started when she was 18 La princesse est méchante. How much had she bothered her back then because she was with Gunho. Le joueur qui ne peut pas monter de niveau 10 années, she never thought she would be targeted over such a mere incident.

“Did your stomach hurt so much just because I had some chicken feet with Gunho? Are you still jealous of me?"

Seo-young, who was only casually listening to all this, suddenly burst into laughter. "Ahaha! Qu'est-ce que vous avez dit, vraiment! Why would I be jealous of you?"

The voice that had been quiet so far raised sharply at once. Ji-an’s face heated up and she felt a sharp sting on her swollen face.

“You have to have something to be jealous of. To someone like you who has never been a main character, TTT ... TTT, why would I feel jealous.”

It was the only weapon that could pierce her heart. No matter how much hard work and energy she poured into it, all she could get was… the role of the supporting character, the supporting character, damn supporting character

"Oh, this senior, vraiment. What should I do if you can’t realise reality like this?"

Ji-an silently clenched her fists.

This… how in the world could she hit her square in the face so that it would impart the highest damage without any trace? Seeing her babble in front of her, Ji-an glared at her and felt as if she was being intensely tormented.

“Seo Young-ah, the staff will see. Arrêtez ça.

Le directeur, who was just watching their altercation from the side, tried to stop her. But Seo-young was so excited that she had no intention of stopping.

"Sunbae, ne vous méprenez pas. Gunho oppa is just playing with you because he feels sorry for you. He just pities you because you have no money and backing.”

“Would you… just shut up?"

Her clenched fist began to convulse. A black haze slowly rose above Ji-an’s head, but Seo-young didn’t care about it and continued to eagerly speak.

“I don’t know what to do because my oppa is so tender and kind.”

The number of things that would happen if she lost her patience, quickly passed through her head. Just as this nasty girl said, she had no backing, no money, and no manager. So she was sure no one would side with her.

D'accord. Tenons-le dans.

I have to be patient….

"Oh, tu ne le sais même pas, Je pense que je vais devoir partir secrètement après que j'irai mieux?"

Seeing that she had regained the upper hand in the argument, Seo-young, à la fin, crossed the line. “Everyone knew you were an orphan in high school. We only treated you well because we felt sorry for you.”

À ce moment là, the convulsing fist became loose. Even though her childish attacks were quite absurd, she could still tolerate them but bringing up the fact that she didn’t have any parents, it was as if she had poked her Achilles’ heel, which made her feel nauseous right away.

Ji-an glared straight at Seo-yeong with red bloodshot eyes. Contrairement à avant, a heavy quiet voice came out of her mouth.

"Tu, keep your mouth shut.”

Pour un moment, Seo-yeong flinched, seeing her suddenly become so cold. But she still stubbornly raised her chin to avoid losing to her.

“Isn’t it true? What is there to hide? Will that make the parents who did not exist in the first place, suddenly fall from the sky?"

Like a hen, she kept on yapping and pouting. Ji-an felt pathetic. Even if she studied up and down for three days and nights, her efforts were never reciprocated. In other’s eyes even if she tried her hardest, she was always lacking.

Even though she knew she was trying to provoke her on purpose, Ji-an’s patience quickly burned out.

"Oh, d'ailleurs, is your Grandma still alive?"

One more word and her little patience would completely burn out.

"Non, Pourquoi, sunbae, that shaman grandmother who picked you up from the streets and raised you….”

“Is it really true?!"

Alors, à la fin, it turned out to be like this.

elle n'a jamais voulu se réveiller mais les paupières de Lia se sont ouvertes parce que des mains la secouaient pour la réveiller!"

Ji-an grabbed Seo-young’s hair and dragged her out of the van in an instant. Even though she was pushed to the ground without any mercy, she again yanked Seo-young’s hair. The curses, which she was barely suppressing in her throat, all poured out.

“This bitch, you scoundrel…!"

"Ahhh! Laisse-moi! Êtes-vous fou?"

“Miss Seo, Seo Ji-an! Arrêter, Combien de temps dois-je attendre mes boissons!"

Seo-young’s manager jumped out of the driver’s seat and struggled to pull Ji-an off. Après un certain temps, the staff also gathered to witness this chaotic situation.

"Quoi! Ce qui se passe!"

Flip, roulent, scratch, tirer.

It was a complete mess.

* * *

At a roof of a nearby building at the same time.

Unlike the disturbance on the ground, the roof of the 14-story building was quiet and still. But it was a silence that was useless to someone who had superb vision and hearing abilities.

Seung-won, with his elbows resting on the railing, and chin raised, claqua sa langue.

"Comme prévu, physiognomy never lies.”

"Hmm. "

Byung-cheon, who coughed for no reason, quickly sided with Ji-an.

“Wolho, you’ve yourself heard it all. How can anyone keep their mouth shut in that situation.”

Even from the distance, they could clearly see the whole incident with the help of the Heavenly Powers. It was clear that it was the main actress who had instigated the whole fight first.

“Anyway she’s got a bad temper.”

"Hmm. Yeah… well, there’s no doubt…”

If Seo Ji-an was really a descendant of Ho-in, he would have to put the fox bead in her body and suck her energy up for 100 days before collecting it back.

Pour pouvoir faire ça, he had to win her heart somehow.

He was born with a talent for seducing women just by looking at them. But he had never faced such a powerful woman, so he couldn’t help but feel embarrassed.

Seung-won looked at the messy situation unfolding on the ground, with an unwilling face. Byung-cheon, who was looking at his appearance, dit fermement. “You still have to check. À l'heure actuelle, we are not in a position to consider a woman’s temper.”

"Je connais. You don’t have to remind me.”

He silently watched the whole situation. His tenacity was so strong that he did not let go even one strand of Ji-an easily. Even the three or four of the hair strands that were pulled off, were also not missed.

It didn’t take much long for the situation to be cleared up, but a large number of staff members were gathered on the main actress’ side. There was no-one on Ji-an’s side. Ji-an, who had been pushed out of the way, still kept on ferociously glaring at her.

Despite such treatment, he was almost sorry to see her standing upright without being discouraged.

“It looks like they’re going to end the shooting. I think we should also be moving soon. Oh, mon Dieu, Qu'est ce que tu vas faire?"

Byung-cheon was anxious and hurriedly started moving. Seung-won just patted his cheeks with his fingertips while holding his chin in the hollow of his right hand.

'Oui. What happens later is just a matter that needs to be thought about later. D'abord, let’s check whether I would feel pain on touching her flesh and later I will find if I can hand over the fox bead?'

Let’s see whether she’s really the key to save me.

Of course he didn’t have the slightest expectation. Debout, Seung-won took the hat given by Byung-cheon.

“Wait at a nearby place.”

"D'accord! I have also brought the new drugs. Alors ne vous inquiétez pas.

Byung-chun pulled out a white medicine bottle and smiled confidently.

“But you probably won’t have to eat it. Sua has bet his neck on this, so I’m also confident.”

Seung-won snorted and pulled down his hat.

"Voyons."

"Il a. Si cela ne te dérange pas, we can bet….”

À ce moment là, a chilly wind which did not match with the scorching sun, blew and disappeared. Byung-cheon awkwardly scratched the back of his head as he looked around the empty seat next to him.

“Wow… he’s gone.”

Byung-cheon, who couldn’t fly away because of his lack of training, quickly hurried off from the roof.