Life is Easier If You're Handsome-Chapter 260
December 25th, 2020 – Night
“How about now? Don’t smell like someone else anymore, right?”
“...I don’t even have the strength to smell anything.”
I laughed as I looked at Yerim, who was completely sprawled out on the bed.
“But didn’t they say models these days try to lose weight the healthy way? Isn’t this too skinny?”
“This is the healthy kind of skinny. Back then, I was way worse.”
“Yeah?”
So this was what “healthy skinny” looked like.
While I was thinking that, Yerim laughed and touched my chest.
“You lost a ton of weight too, though. Are you okay? Losing it too fast can be bad.”
“I dropped a lot, yeah. But I did it the healthy way too.”
“Twenty kilos?”
“Counting today’s cardio... probably more like twenty-five?”
“You’re kidding. You really worked that hard?” freёnovelkiss-com
“Of course. I mean, I pretty much carried you through today...”
“Stop! That’s enough! Ugh! I can’t even joke with you anymore.”
Yerim sat up and hugged me tightly, covering my mouth.
“I was just telling the truth.”
“You can’t say that in your current condition... pfft... I’m super ticklish.”
“I was trying to make you laugh.”
After messing around for a while—
“You heard I’m going to be working in Korea again, right?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah, I heard.”
“So... can I mention you from time to time?”
The question came out casually, and I nodded without hesitation.
“Of course you can. But why ask for permission?”
“Well, it’s just... honestly, your popularity’s gotten so high. I’m not trying to add more people into your orbit.”
“Huh?”
“Let’s be real—there’s no woman around you who doesn’t know. It’s just that no one’s saying anything.”
Poke.
She jabbed {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} my cheek as she said it.
“My dad told me to meet a good guy... but I must really be into the bad ones.”
“I’m a very good guy, what are you talking about? Your dad would love me.”
“That’s because he doesn’t know how complicated things are.”
Yerim tugged on my cheek, playing around again, before suddenly remembering something.
“Hey, did you send my parents a holiday gift last time?”
“Hm? Of course.”
“Because you’re a company CEO?”
“No, because I’m your boyfriend.”
“You’re insane! My dad probably fell head over heels for you! If only he knew what a bad man you really are!”
“You want me to go full bad boy now?”
“...And what are you gonna do?”
“Keep going until I’m satisfied.”
At that, I tackled Yerim with a grin.
She let out a giggle and scrambled to pull the blanket over both of us.
“You’re a beast. Seriously, how are you like this?”
“Because I like you.”
“That sounded like a full-on perv just now!”
And so ended our delightfully wicked year-end date.
We returned to Korea right away.
I was originally supposed to resume filming The Pianist,
but due to recent unfortunate incidents, the set was tightening security.
Technically speaking, it was my fault.
But I couldn’t exactly say that out loud, so for now, it was time to focus on Musashi.
***
Kiryuu Sota’s version of Musashi relied more on folklore and legends than strict historical accuracy,
so the physical depiction of Musashi deviated quite a bit from what people expected.
A 186cm samurai in old Japan?
Already highly unusual.
Which is exactly why the director could go for more destructive visuals.
Kiryuu Sota frowned as he looked at the prop sword laid out in front of him.
Even if it was a fictional character,
he couldn’t help but think—is this really feasible?
According to the Musashi script,
there were key moments where the weapons had to change.
And each time, of course, they had to look more powerful.
But we didn’t consider that “more powerful” also meant heavier.
A serious oversight.
They’d been so focused on form,
they completely forgot to think about whether a person could actually wield this thing.
“A 2.5 kg sword...”
You might think that’s just like lifting a dumbbell—
but you’d be dead wrong.
This wasn’t evenly balanced.
And it had to be swung freely with precision and speed.
“Is it even possible to hold this properly?”
They’d gone through traditional processing,
so it had taken a long time to make.
That meant asking for a last-minute adjustment wasn’t an option.
And to make matters worse—
“It’s dual-wielding.”
Yes, the actor had to hold that sword in one hand.
And the secondary short sword? That weighed about 1.5 kg too.
Handling both as actual weapons?
Even for Kim Donghu, it seemed like a tall order.
Should we switch to something else?
His inner monologue and murmurs blurred together as he stood deep in thought.
“Director! Hello! I’m here!”
Kim Donghu had arrived on set.
“Oh, Donghu-san. Welcome.”
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“I heard today’s the day the swords are being introduced. I got excited and came early.”
As soon as he heard that, Kiryuu Sota’s face stiffened.
What should he say?
How could he explain the situation without upsetting him?
While he hesitated—
“Are these my swords?”
Donghu casually picked up the two blades in front of him.
“Oh yeah, definitely feels lighter since they’re props.”
...Lighter?
For a second, Kiryuu thought his ears had betrayed him.
How could that possibly feel light?
Was this a different sword from the one he had just tested?
But before he could say anything,
Donghu began moving both swords fluidly, like he was playing.
“Doesn’t... doesn’t it feel heavy?”
“Hmm? Nah, it feels just right, actually. Perfect weight.”
Like it was nothing.
He handled both swords like a child playing with sticks in the yard.
Kiryuu Sota’s jaw dropped as he watched.
Are all heavyweight champs like this, or is Donghu-san just built different?
He knew Donghu had lost a ton of weight for The Pianist and now Musashi.
Even with a lighter body, his strength was clearly untouched.
A marvel of the human body.
Maybe he really was something beyond human.
That was the tentative conclusion Kiryuu came to—
but he composed himself quickly.
“If the swords suit you, that’s all that matters. Let’s prepare for the shoot.”
As long as the actor was fine, there was no issue.
Kiryuu calmly resumed directing the scene.
Today’s shoot was one of the highlights of Musashi—
the first time Musashi uses Niten Ichiryu in actual combat.
One-versus-many.
The true essence of swordsmanship on display.
Just imagining it already had the director excited.
***
“Wait, today’s the group battle scene, right?”
“Of course. We wouldn’t be here otherwise.”
The stunt team, Daehan Spirit, tried to calm their nerves
as they went over their gear one last time.
“Acting with Kim Donghu... This is seriously insane.”
“And it’s an action scene, too! Man... I love Kim Donghu’s action work.”
“Who doesn’t? I totally fell for him in True Hero.”
“That movie was a masterpiece. But honestly? I preferred him as the swordsman, Baek Dong-su.”
“Why? Because of the sword?”
“Yeah. Swords are just cool.”
Simple guy.
With laughs and banter, Daehan Spirit stepped out of the waiting room—
"....."
And the laughter stopped immediately.
It was instinct.
A gut feeling that said: don’t ruin the mood by laughing now.
Years of stunt work had honed their social radar.
Gulp.
How could a single person control the atmosphere this completely?
They’d already learned the answer before.
Just like a teacher quiets a noisy class—
when someone in charge holds their silence,
not a single careless word dares to escape anyone’s lips.
It was like standing before death itself.
"....."
There he was.
Kim Donghu stood silent, eyes closed.
Even though they were on a set,
with the surroundings covered in green screens making immersion difficult,
his concentration was absolute.
The cameras started to roll.
People took their places.
Preparations neared completion.
Shhhk.
He slowly opened his eyes.
Even after losing over 20kg for the role,
Kim Donghu still looked massive.
The stunt performers reminded themselves of the scene:
“We’re supposed to have chased Musashi down, finally cornered him...”
“Then Musashi picks up two swords and goes berserk.”
“We’ve rehearsed the timing among ourselves, but never with him.”
“Still, we agreed to adapt on the fly.”
They’d all done this kind of scene dozens of times.
But still, something about this one made them tense up.
Was it just because it was that Kim Donghu?
Maybe... but not entirely.
“It’s his focus. It’s on a whole other level.”
Just like the Musashi from the legends,
Donghu’s sharp gaze swept the surroundings.
Then, a small nod.
“Okay! We’re starting! Everyone ready!”
With that signal, Director Kiryuu gave the call.
Moments later—
“Cue!”
The camera clicked on—and the world changed.
It was something impossible to describe with words.
Kim Donghu alone elevated everyone’s focus to the extreme.
The secret was simple:
his attitude toward the role, and his total immersion.
“So... this is the pitiful sight of you all coming at once.”
Musashi—no, Kim Donghu—spoke.
“You think you can kill me just because you come in a pack?”
The swordsman held two blades.
There were more than ten men around him.
He should’ve looked afraid.
But Musashi let his swords hang loose, calm as could be.
As if he were taking a morning stroll.
As if death meant nothing to him.
“Come, let’s kill and be killed.”
And with that, he smiled.
A bright, genuinely joyful smile.
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