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← Your Voice, My Only Outtake

Ep. 1

Untitled

2026-06-15

Cast: Siwon

Three days now, with only a pane of glass between us.

It's fine. An ending like this isn't so bad.

All three takes were perfect. That's exactly what feels off.

Toned it down. Without anyone telling her to.

Beyond the console, a pair of eyes that have watched for three years.

Keep an eye on the way she turns the page.

I had no chance to ask what they'd seen.

That hint — slipped to you, and you alone.

This is due next Thursday. You're handling both characters.

Hyung, I'm in the middle of a death scene right now.

What are you dying about. Even your death acting is bursting with life.

Are you the director? Standing in for Teacher Sinhye? I only said yes.

Just know one thing. If you're planning to work with him long-term.

I've watched him for ten years and still can't figure out what's going on inside that bastard.

The only thing that's grown is his jokes.

What exactly do you want to know about me, hyung.

As if checking how I'd taken those words.

Only believe half of what hyung says. The other half… see it for yourself.

Among those three tones, where is the real one?

When I asked for take four — that's where it split.

Professional curiosity. That label kept wearing loose.

Everyone had gone. An afternoon left with just the two of us.

There was reason enough to go in. Professionally speaking.

That tone from take four. Just once more. What was take four again?

I thought it was just — sadness, resignation, a bit of a joke. So then take four...

Hands far more practiced at covering than at letting things out.

Well? Is it the feeling you were looking for? Honestly — I'm not so sure myself.

It wasn't the voice that came to mind — it was how fast those hands put on the headphones.

A silence they buried together — never spoken aloud.

Known for a sharp tongue — colleague and rival both.

Hey, what are you recording today? Game dubbing. Death scenes.

Died five times already. Still more left.

When that one's nervous, they always shift their pace after the third take. Swapping tones is a habit. Has been since their rookie days.

Hey, you keep spilling people's secrets, sunbae.

A secret? I'm just saying what I saw. You just never picked up on it.

Hope we get to work together again sometime.

Sera's words, Ojin's words, and that texture leaking out of the booth — all of it layered together.

The directing was brutal today. Go easy on me next time.

That line just now… Want to take it again?

I almost asked. But I closed my mouth. Because the moment I did, the answer would be set.

Session again the day after tomorrow? Then please take it easy next time.

First time in three years. Seeing their waveform crack like that.

That one — the more you care about them, the less they'll show you.

The face was the same as always. What was different was that I was aware of it.

He was someone who shut the door whenever anyone got too close. But this afternoon, that door opened. For three seconds.

An unknown number. A message without a trace of humor.

Got your card today. Wanted to ask if it's okay to save your number. I deleted my reply three times, not knowing how to word it.

That thing from earlier. You said I didn't have to come back. That's what I can't stop thinking about.

The rhythm of someone who deliberately split one message into three.

It wasn't an NG. The smile was just slow. Not a rejection.

Answering meant a door on my end would open too. That's for the booth, the day after tomorrow.

Then I'll hold onto that tone until the day after tomorrow. Won't let it slip.

Not a jab. A joke tied with a loose knot. The corners of my lips moved. Not even 0.1 seconds late.

The next day, no session. Only the appointment pushed to the day after tomorrow, waiting in its place.

The day after tomorrow. At the end of the hallway, ten minutes early.

This is for you, Director. Less sweet. No syrup. That's right, isn't it?

The intercom was off, and it was through the glass. A distance where nothing could have been heard.

Just watching. And remembering it. Thank you.

We're taking it easy today, right? If the 4th tone comes out well, easy. If not, intense.

Something they hadn't done even once in three days. Now, only for me.