Chapter 133…
We’re Doing Shorts, Right
Shorts weren’t anything special.
Just recording the silly things Woo Su-han normally did was enough content.
“Man! I should’ve become a YouTuber!”
“Ughh…”
At Su-han’s words, Park Yoo-cheon was at a loss for words.
Then Jo Gam-dong chimed in coldly.
“Yeah right. That kind of thing maybe works once or twice. Keep doing weird stuff and you’ll crash instantly.”
“…Cold-hearted jerk.”
“You need someone to speak cold, harsh truth to you.”
Hearing that, Yoo-cheon unwittingly nodded.
A sharp analysis indeed.
This guy could jump to any direction at any time, so sometimes someone needed to smack him with straight facts.
“Hmm, isn’t there anything new to try?”
“Uh, Su-han… we started this to smooth over that hospital incident, remember…?”
“What if I talk to a dog?”
Ah, this feeling. It had been a while.
Talking to a wall… shouting into empty air waiting for an echo that would never return.
“…Su-han?”
“Yeon-joo! What do you think?”
“Hey, can you listen to what I’m saying for a second?”
“You’re saying I’m talking nonsense?”
“….”
Yoo-cheon let out a deep sigh and spoke.
“Yeon-joo, can you tell him to listen to me for a second?”
“Huh? Oh—were you talking? I didn’t hear you. I was talking with Yeon-joo.”
“….”
Realizing he’d been ignored even by a ghost, Yoo-cheon sighed again.
“As I said earlier, we only started this to cover up the hospital thing, so doing the bare minimum is fine.”
“….”
“Woo Su-han, the actor?”
“…Because it’s fun.”
Seeing him grin sheepishly—as if possessed by Yeon-joo—Yoo-cheon clenched his fist.
Instinct said: Punch him.
Reason screamed: Don’t do it—you’ll get punched back and die.
More precisely: If you swing, he might hit you harder!
“But hey, we even got an ad offer after that, didn’t we?”
“Yeah… the chicken commercial. With that awful concept.”
It was a commercial where Su-han played two roles and ate chicken with himself.
He was even cross-dressed on one side.
Naturally, the agency rejected it.
Unlike the clothing ad that used contrast, this one would stamp him with a strong comedy image.
Actors with a heavy comedy image struggle to get serious roles afterward.
Even with a serious expression, the audience expects laughter—or they can’t immerse in the scene.
This is why being trapped in one image is dangerous.
And why top-tier actors avoid playing similar-type roles repeatedly.
“Should I try showing a more intelligent image?”
“Pffft!”
Yoo-cheon couldn’t hold back laughter.
Blatant ridicule.
“…What’s with that laugh?”
“Sorry, you caught me off guard.”
“What about what I said is funny!?”
‘Intelligent’?”
“Gam-dong, shut up!”
Gam-dong voiced exactly what Yoo-cheon was thinking, and Su-han snapped back.
But Gam-dong wasn’t wrong.
Right now, the image farthest from Su-han was ‘intelligent.’
“Wow, nobody believes me? I’ll show you!”
“Sure. You be intelligent.”
“Don’t stop me!”
With a sigh, Yoo-cheon prepared the camera.
Then Su-han opened his laptop and launched Excel.
“You even know how to use it?”
“Heh.”
Su-han smirked and placed his fingers on the keyboard.
The next moment, his fingers began flying wildly.
“This brat’s gotten addicted to this lately…”
Chairman Yang Mansik was recently hooked on watching Su-han’s so-called ‘shorts.’
“Hm?”
Su-han working on the laptop looked surprisingly skilled.
“Oh?”
Chairman Yang could handle computers decently.
Not super fast, but competent enough.
Even to him, Su-han’s typing didn’t look fake—it looked real.
“He’s full of unexpected talents.”
The screen showed Su-han’s face.
That expression was familiar to Chairman Yang—many hardworking employees at his company wore that face.
Facial expressions are science, and he remembered employees who worked with that expression often won internal awards.
“Nice expression indeed.”
Smiling warmly, Chairman Yang scrolled to the comments—his favorite part.
It was entertaining.
Sometimes people posted harsh comments, and Director Yoo Ji-gwang dealt with them personally.
Thanks to that, Su-han’s shorts didn’t have excessive hate comments.
For one simple reason:
‘If you post hate here, Baeksan Group’s legal team comes for you!’
A new urban legend had formed.
No one said they’d actually been targeted—but hate commenters did disappear mysteriously.
“Let’s see here…”
He put on his reading glasses and read the comments.
@Hiyom : Wow, those typing skills! Is he really typing, not just tapping randomly?
@GiftEveryDay : Wait… is that Excel 2007? That’s ancient.
@Kalderion : I’ve seen that expression before. It’s scary… and sad… seriously…
┗@Hiyom : Yeah, the expression…
┗@WolfRain : My boss has that face. Perfect corporate exploitation material.
┗@SgtCheonpo : Damn… his face makes me crave alcohol. Why’d he do this? Now I hate working.
┗@MakStudyAcademy : Don’t curse… you’ll disappear……
┗@GungdiPpangppang : New employees freak out when you give them work—they’re scared they’ll turn into that.
Chairman Yang went speechless.
“….”
Scrolling further, a crack appeared in his expression.
@X-day76 : People who look like that don’t live long. Lost friends to overwork.
┗@ChocoYam0202 : That username number screams old guy energy…
┗@Horongi_S11 : May your friend rest in peace.
Chairman Yang closed the comments silently.
Then slowly turned his head.
Director Yoo Ji-gwang, who had been reading as well, turned his gaze up toward the ceiling—avoiding reality.
“They’re just… looking at it differently, right?”
“…Yes, sir.”
But even that reply lacked spirit.
Because overwork had played a role in an employee’s death—the one Su-han had helped ‘pass on peacefully’ in the lobby.
Back then, they chalked it up to him pushing himself too hard—but still.
“…We should review the company welfare system. And the work environment too.”
“An excellent decision, Chairman.”
Yoo Ji-gwang beamed. This time, genuinely 100%.
“…Thank you.”
“N-no problem, sir.”
Looking out the window, Chairman Yang sighed.
He couldn’t deny that—even without forcing employees—some parts of the company culture encouraged overwork.
—Can one short video change society? Good evening, viewers. This is Min Jae-ho of MKS 9 o’clock news.
Do you know this short?
There’s a song called ‘If I appear on TV, I’d be so happy~’.
A common dream for kids.
Even as an actor, seeing myself on screen is still fun and surreal.
But…
“Hey… don’t you think I’ve been on the news too much lately?”
[Yeessss! You’re a regular!]
“What the heck is this now?”
Gam-dong mumbled while eating snacks beside me.
—BS Group’s massive spending on improving corporate systems was prompted by actor Woo Su-han’s short video you just saw…
I never expected this.
I acted as “intelligent,” but people interpreted it as portraying an overworked older generation.
The ghost I once helped move on—his ability was fast typing, so I borrowed it…
And I guess the exhausted expression of dying-from-overwork showed up subconsciously.
I thought it was the face of a troubled intellectual.
“Well, at least you didn’t make the news for a crime. You became a pioneer pushing for social reform. Congrats.”
“…Thanks.”
It wasn’t just the typing or my expression.
I had used Excel 2007.
And Hangul 2008.
People drew all sorts of interpretations from that.
From “This outdated world was built by grinding down workers”…
To sympathy like “Back in my day…”
And of course, comments mocking “old 40s boomers” before disappearing mysteriously.
They must’ve thought better of it and deleted them.
Not all hate commenters are bad people—they get heated, post impulsively, then reconsider.
People’s thoughts waver sometimes.
Bzzzz!
[You’ve got a call! It’s Director Park!]
“How many times do I have to tell you—don’t peek at my phone.”
[Pfft… all your contacts combined aren’t even ten people.]
“…Damn.”
I clutched my chest at the painful truth and answered.
“Yes?”
—An ad offer came in.
The voice was strange. Not excited—almost stunned.
“From where? A keyboard company? Software?”
—The Ministry of Labor.
“…Where?”
—A public service ad about improving labor culture…
“….”
I feel like I’m getting closer and closer to the government.
Then—
[Hey! Bro!]
“Gam-dong, the stray ghost is back. Throw salt.”
[W-wait! My heart! Don’t kick me out! Stop!]
“Dude! You think this is a hotel you can come and go from?!”
This guy disappears for days and then comes back suddenly making noise.
Annoying.
Though he claims there’s a reason…
[I’m trying to find my memories! Trying every day!]
“Yeah right. Then I don’t need to do anything for you, huh?”
[NOOO! I found a steak place in Itaewon! I think eating there might trigger memories! You said you’d help me move on, right?]
My fist clenched automatically.
Whenever he wanders off and finds something he wants to eat, he comes running.
Fine. I’ll “help him move on.” Literally.
“I think you mean ‘peaceful passing,’ not ‘poor thing.’ That, I can arrange right now.”
I raised my fist, and John flinched violently.
Then Yeon-joo floated beside us and sighed.
[John, you should sleep at home. He gets mad because you keep wandering around.]
[…I’m sorry.]
[Promise you’ll sleep at home from now on?]
“…”
[Okay, bro. You really worried about me, huh?]
Should I send both of them peacefully to the afterlife together?
