For a man like Lee Min-jun, February had been a month of astounding change. Now it was over. March had begun, promising to be even busier, and soon it was Saturday, the seventh.
Today was the day of the MT and script reading for ‘Simni Chujeokja’. It was still dawn, and inside Lee Min-jun’s studio apartment, all was dark. He was fast asleep.
In the pre-dawn stillness, the ringing of his cellphone was an alarm bell. After a dozen seconds, a
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