From A Producer To A Global Superstar-Chapter 263: Accident on set

Filming resumed early that morning.

The location was the exterior section of the train station, a large open area dressed to look abandoned, chaotic, and overrun. Barricades had been set up, warning signs scattered, and the background was filled with extras dressed as infected military personnel. The air felt heavy, even before the cameras started rolling.

Dayo stood near the monitors, hands in his jacket pockets, eyes fixed on the set. He listened closely as instructions were passed around. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"Positions, everyone."

"Camera one ready."

"Sound ready."

The scene was intense. It was the moment after the group discovered that the station had fallen. Soldiers had turned. Escape routes were gone. Panic was meant to feel real.

Among the actors was Kang Dae-Seok, the large-built man playing one of the most physically demanding roles. On screen, he was meant to be rough, loud, intimidating at first glance—but dependable when it mattered. He was the type who pushed through fear with brute force, shielding others without hesitation.

Dae-Seok wiped sweat from his forehead and adjusted his grip.

The scene required them to run.

Not a slow jog but a full sprint.

he has been jugging and exercising more for the past two and half month courtesy of his Directore Dayo who made it compulsory that he stayed in fit form as the role was physically demanding.

"Action!"

The actors burst into motion.

Shouts echoed. Boots slammed against the concrete. Extras dressed as infected soldiers surged forward, snarling, stumbling, arms reaching. The camera followed closely as the main cast ran toward the train.

Dae-Seok was at the front.

He ran hard, breath heavy, legs pumping. The train door was just ahead. The plan was simple—grab the handle, pull himself up, and help the others aboard.

But timing went wrong.

His foot slipped.

For half a second, it looked like he might recover.

Then he fell.

His body hit the ground hard, weight shifting awkwardly. A sharp sound followed, not loud, but wrong.

"Cut!"

"Cut, cut, cut!"

Everything stopped instantly.

Dayo was already moving before anyone else reacted.

He ran straight to Dae-Seok, dropping to one knee beside him.

"Dae-Seok," Dayo said firmly. "Don’t move. Are you okay?"

Dae-Seok’s face was pale. He tried to laugh it off but failed.

"I... I can’t feel my arm," he said, breathing unevenly. "Something’s wrong."

Dayo gently held his forearm, eyes sharp, focused. His past experience kicked in immediately. He carefully pressed around the wrist and elbow, checking reactions.

Dae-Seok hissed.

"That’s it," Dayo said calmly. "Stop. Don’t move."

The crew gathered, worry spreading fast.

"Call an ambulance."

"We should clear the set."

Dae-Seok clenched his teeth. "Director... I’m sorry. I messed up the take."

Dayo shook his head immediately with a warm smile and said. "Don’t talk like that."

He stood up and addressed everyone.

"We’re done for today," Dayo said. "Shut it down."

Some of the crew looked surprised.

"But Director—"

"I said we’re done," Dayo repeated, firm but controlled. "Health comes first."

An ambulance was already being arranged, but Dayo raised his hand.

"I’ll take him," he said.

The set went silent.

Someone hesitated. "Director, we can handle it—"

"He’s my actor," Dayo said. "I’ll take responsibility."

No one argued after that.

They felt so touched and moved although most of them were rookie and newly debuted actors they knew that this wasn’t how movie set always after all they had experience actors and actresses who talk about experience with different directors.

The same with the crew they was even a time when a crew member actually had issue with health and he made sure that everyone went to see the person involved.

In all of their project they work on they had not seen any director like Dayo, he knew how to balance strictness and kindness all together while remaing professional.

All the crew member came out and bowed to Dayo.

Dayo saw this and had a calm warm smile on his face.

And while this was happening behind a pole someone not in the crew had a phone out.

Dayo personally helped Dae-Seok into his car, supporting his weight carefully. The drive to the hospital was quiet, broken only by Dae-Seok’s shallow breathing.

"I’m sorry," Dae-Seok said again, voice low. "I know delays cost money."

Dayo glanced at him briefly. "Your health is worth more than any schedule."

Dae-Seok just bowed his head as he felt bad.

At the hospital, doctors examined him quickly. After X-rays and checks, one of them explained the situation.

"It’s not severe," the doctor said. "No permanent damage. But he’ll need rest. One to two weeks, minimum."

Dae-Seok let out a shaky breath.

Dayo nodded. "That’s fine."

The doctor looked slightly surprised. "You’re not worried about production?"

Dayo answered without hesitation. "We’ll wait."

After the doctor left, Dae-Seok’s composure broke.

Tears welled up in his eyes.

"I don’t deserve this," he said quietly. "Director... you know I was blacklisted."

Dayo looked at him.

Dae-Seok swallowed. "One of the top agencies blocked me. I spoke up once. That was all it took. No auditions. No calls. Nothing."

He laughed bitterly. "When I heard you were casting through DM Agency... I didn’t think you’d even look at me."

Dayo remembered.

He remembered the audition. The rawness. The strength beneath the rough edges.

"You earned the role," Dayo said. "No one gave you anything."

Dae-Seok wiped his eyes. "You didn’t have to care this much."

Dayo placed a hand on his shoulder. "Rest. Recover fully. Don’t rush back."

He stood up. "I’ll check on you tomorrow."

Dae-Seok bowed his head deeply. "Thank you."

As Dayo stepped outside, his phone rang.

"Janet?"

Her voice came through bright and teasing. "You didn’t forget, did you?"

"Forget what?" Dayo asked.

"I’m at the airport."

Dayo froze. "You’re already here?"

"I told you it was a surprise."

He smiled. "I’m on my way."

He drove straight to the airport, exhaustion fading with every mile. At the terminal, he scanned the crowd, phone in hand.

"Where are you?" he asked.

"Look to your left," Janet said.

He turned.

"Now your right."

He turned again.

Then he saw her.

And the suprise she brought.

His jaw dropped.

For a moment, Dayo couldn’t even move.