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← Your Voice, My Only Outtake

Ep. 5

Untitled

2026-06-19

Cast: Siwon

That one had a habit of borrowing someone's tone back when they were starting out. But they say ever since that person disappeared, they've changed a lot.

I don't remember the name. It was a long time ago.

The outline around that blank slowly coming into focus.

No, can that really get done in 3 weeks? Just push it back one week. ……Their schedule is packed too, I'm telling you.

That's just the voice of someone at work. Out of reach. Somewhere I can't touch.

A paper cup was held out from beside me.

My fingertips are warming, but one side of me keeps going cold.

What I'm fixated on isn't the borrowed tone. It's what kind of voice he uses—and who he uses it for.

An ending where each drifts back to their own place

Coming to check the last panel yourself? I'm the assistant. It's my job. Can I watch with you?

He pulled out another pair of headphones and set them beside me.

Something was beside me — I couldn't tell if it was body heat or just the air.

'If you need to go, go.' But it keeps sounding like 'don't go.'

The timing on the last panel is a bit off. Where? Where you call the name. Feels about 0.3 seconds late.

I felt it, and then I didn't. The line between was too blurry.

A pause in acting is planned. A real pause happens when there's nothing left to say.

……Can you even tell them apart? Train your ear. The waveforms are different too.

That part — the sound from when we were recording earlier——

The moment the borrowed tone was about to slip away.

I think… I was wondering if I really had to leave.

There was something trying to come out. No headphones — just into the air.

Nobody called after him, and he didn't look back either.

Just the two of them, left in front of the narrow console.

……The wondering-if-I-really-had-to-leave thing. I meant the character.

"That silence. I'm asking if you shut yourself off because of me."

While he read, a second and a half passed.

"Occupational hazard. When I focus, all background noise just cuts out." "That day there was even a session where the construction noise outside disappeared completely."

Construction noise. What a perfectly crafted exit.

What had been about to crack open was sealed shut again.

"Got your answer?" "……Yes." "Then we're done."

"Hey, what happened between you and the director on the last cut?"

The same person's voice — kept splitting into two.

Open it and I have to read it. Read it and I have to reply.

Eight seconds longer than last night. Knowing how ridiculous it is — counting those eight seconds.

While my head was rehearsing *it's nothing* — my pulse was already.

Unedited. The voice of someone alone in their room. In a texture they use for no one else.

Not sleeping. I keep thinking about that 0.3 seconds in the last panel. So you noticed. I knew you'd worry. That's why I said it was construction noise.

To leave you somewhere to run. That was even worse.

Then what was real? I'll tell you that with the mic off.

Turning off the mic means it won't be recorded. It means this isn't a borrowed voice.

Voice message. This time, 4 seconds 02. Getting longer and longer.

……Earlier. At the console. That wasn't construction noise. You know it too.

It wasn't a range open to everyone. It was only ever aimed at you.

I wonder if a night like this was drifting through that room too.

No matter what I said, I felt like nothing could split open as wide as those 4 seconds did.

Can you say that to me directly, with the mic off?

I can't. Not now. Words said with the mic off have to be said in front of you.

When? After tomorrow's last session. When everyone's gone.

It was neither acceptance nor refusal. The pen stopped right there.

The signature just had to be done within four days. Tomorrow came first.

내일. 다 가고 나면, 그 방에 둘만 남으면. 너는 거기서 무엇을 먼저 내려놓을까.