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Only after wrap did we realize—164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtWDZOEiffp
the cruelest ones of all were ourselves.
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The day filming ended, the weather was beautiful.
But no one was in the mood to notice.
After the final shot was wrapped, the actors left first.
Story had been too heavy—there were no wrap interviews scheduled, no one stopped to take commemorative photos.
They dispersed quietly, silently, like soldiers retreating after a battle, each going their own way.
By the time all the equipment was returned and secured, dusk was already closing in.
The manager packed up the wrap checklist and sent out a brief notice.
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Head back to the office and get some rest.”
And so, without noise or laughter, the group slowly walked back to the place where their days had always begun.
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Office air-conditioning was a little too strong.164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTArHwCRjrI
Curtains were half drawn, the sofa sagging deeply.
Art lead sat there like a sponge left out to dry, clutching the sketchbook to their chest, eyes hollow.
Screenwriter held a cup of water in one hand, another set on the table beside them—as if waiting for someone, though not quite sure who it was meant for.
Manager was cross-checking the shooting logs, gaze calm, fingers flipping pages back and forth in slow motion.
No one spoke, as if the room itself had never been meant to hold sound.
Then the art lead suddenly took a deep breath, as if something finally surfaced, and blurted out in near-collapse:
“…How did we even end up agreeing on a story like this?”
The screenwriter’s cup paused midair.164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZ4xJJyzh3R
He didn’t look up—only replied, flat and dry:
“I never thought I’d be capable of hurting a story this much.”
The art lead’s eyes were rimmed red, edged with a wordless, simmering fury.
“I drew that scene in twenty different versions.164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡU66Hu7glPI
Just the angle of that bracelet—I changed it five times…”
“The clothes couldn’t be too torn, couldn’t be too sexual, but the emotion had to hit hard—164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKIRGDI6PAm
collapsed, but not exaggerated…”
“Right now, if I see a white rose, I want to punch someone.”
The screenwriter let out a sigh.
“Wasn’t this what you said back then?164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbAASz9G1sL
‘Let the emotion unfold through objects’?”
“…I don’t acknowledge that. I have amnesia.”
The manager, who had been silent until now, finally spoke—tone flat, like reading a eulogy.
“If we get a script like this again, I honestly don’t know if I can find actors.”
He lifted his gaze to the ceiling, as if reliving some brush-with-death casting hell.
“I still remember—the first draft ended with no one surviving.”
“That version was for internal reference…”
The screenwriter muttered in defense.
“And who read it and said, ‘That might actually work’?”
“…Amnesia.”
The three of them sank into a stretch of self-reflection and silent infighting.
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Just as the atmosphere was about to sink back into silence, familiar footsteps sounded at the door.
The director pushed it open, a convenience-store coffee still in hand, his tone unusually light.
“Good work, everyone. The boss says there’s a wrap party tomorrow.”
All three looked up at him at the same time.
Screenwriter frowned.164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkS87cQb9Jq
“Why hasn’t he shown up at all?”
Manager glanced over and added,164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ41tGOnr4I1
“Strictly speaking, he did show up once. That day he came in with Lil' Pink.”
“…You really like Lil' Pink,”164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡH19oL03jLP
the art lead said, tone complicated.
Director chuckled, idly spinning the coffee lid with a finger.
“The boss said this script isn’t suitable,” he said.164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAnsbRmyjv3
“Hazardous to one’s health.”
The art lead’s temple twitched; a vein jumped as she shot to her feet.
“And does he ever think about who it was?”164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡvBS4OuYt7b
“Who caused all of this?”164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡGdZhsVLfov
“Who took on a project on 3/13 that had to air by 3/15?”164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡC1yCDiSQ4m
“Who said a company can’t say no to the client-daddy?!”
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“He even wanted to turn down our proposal that day.”
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“And he also said he paid a heavy price himself—164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpu1v67Cn9N
sending off his favorite CP.”
Listening in silence, the director had nothing to offer in rebuttal.
The three of them stopped at the same time and looked at one another.
The office sank into a second round of silence.
At last, the screenwriter spoke first, voice weary but honest.
“But we did gain a lot from this—on every level.”
“The director shot his first-ever H scene.”
The director raised his cup in a small toast, smiling a little shyly.
“The art lead discovered a whole new world—turns out she actually enjoys drawing nude studies.”
“That was for storyboards! It’s not that I like drawing them!”
The screenwriter patted her on the shoulder.
“No one’s blaming you.”
“You might as well admit it,” the manager added calmly.
“Oh yeah? And what about you?” the art lead shot back.
The manager thought for a moment.
“I learned just how real the pressure is when a script can’t find actors.”
This time, the director laughed out loud—and with it, the tension in the room finally loosened a little.
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Outside the curtains, night had fully fallen.164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtYqKUE3BAu
Only the corner of the screen still glowed, the calendar left open.
The note on April 2 had been updated to read:164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5G4YqW1NEI
“Guiltbound wrapped. Crew on break.”
This production was over.
But they were still here—
getting ready for the next round of chaos.
As for the boss, rumor had it he was at home tonight, helping Lil' Pink take a bath,164Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfEydDHUH1y
and already planning to write a post-watch reflection.
and then Add to home screen.