Han Gyeong-seok

Regardless of genre or role, the works I appeared in were always guaranteed hits, and the modifier ‘acting you can trust’ always followed my name. I had that much pride and confidence in my acting. No filming was ever daunting. But this time was different. For the first time, I was truly in a difficult situation.

A kissing scene. A scene that actors experience at least once or twice, but this was no ordinary scene. No matter how much it's a job and acting, the director who had to watch my kissing scene the closest and most meticulously was my husband, who had only recently gotten married… The situation couldn't help but change. The professionalism of an actor and the reality of a wife hit me simultaneously, and I couldn't help but be self-conscious.

It was unexpected. The original scenario was action-oriented. There wasn't even a shadow of a kissing scene, let alone a love scene. I felt the pressure of appearing in my husband's work, but it was a line I didn't need to cross. I believed I could shine solely through our professional relationship as actor and director.

But upheavals always come without warning. The script was changed midway. The writer added a kissing scene with just one sentence, and we couldn't refuse it for the sake of the work's completeness. As I stood in front of the camera, my breathing quickened. I was the actor, but behind me, I could feel my husband, who was expressionlessly watching only the monitor. His gaze weighed heavily on me.

I couldn't bring myself to read his expression. Or rather, I couldn't. I told myself it was just as a director, a professional attitude, but a corner of my heart fluttered. The fact that my husband was monitoring in real-time, not an edited screen after filming, but the moment I kissed another man right in front of him, from the closest seat, was truly awkward.