Olá! Você poderia escrever algo para o Roh Jae-won? Se estiver tudo bem, sem pressa :) Eu estava pensando em uma cena em que a filha dele vem visitá-lo no set de Round 6, acompanhada da mãe em um dia comum, mas ela acaba chegando bem no momento em que ele está filmando a cena em que seu personagem Namgyu morre no jogo de pular corda.
Observando por trás das câmeras, ela pensa que é real e se assusta ao ver o pai coberto de sangue falso. Então, Jae-won percebe que ela está prestes a chorar ao tentar alcançá-lo no meio das filmagens. Ele tenta acalmá-la, explicando que é apenas uma cena, que tudo é encenação, e a leva para tomar um sorvete para fazê-la esquecer o que aconteceu. 🥺
A/N: Hi, thank you for your request, and I hope you like the answer I wrote. I can very well imagine that Roh Jae-won's father is in a complete panic while filming when he notices his little girl is close to tears and thinks, "Oh no, Appa has died!"—and ice cream is always a good idea and, of course, makes everything better.
It was a completely normal day. You had breakfast with your mother, and today was a special day off from kindergarten, even though you usually enjoy going there, playing with your friends, drawing pictures for your parents, and learning simple number sequences and letters. But today, your mother had a surprise for you. You didn't even have to reach for your little giraffe-designed backpack that you always take to kindergarten. This time, your mother simply handed you your jacket and, with a twinkle in her eye, said that they were going to visit Appa at work. How wonderful!
It was a completely normal day. You had breakfast with your mother, and today was a special day off from kindergarten. You usually enjoy going there, playing with your friends, drawing pictures for your parents, and learning simple number sequences and letters. But today, your mother had a surprise for you. You didn't even have to reach for your little giraffe-themed backpack that you always take to kindergarten. This time, your mother simply handed you your jacket and said with a sparkle in her eyes that they were going to visit Appa at work. How wonderful! At almost six years old, you naturally had a pretty good idea why your father, Jae-Won, always worked such long hours, didn't eat dinner with you regularly, or couldn't always give you a goodnight kiss or read you a bedtime story every night. He often had to work late and couldn't always get home on time.
This wasn't really a bad thing, because you had your mother to play with, and your cousins and their parents often came to visit. You were practically never alone, and you also had lots of toys and an age-appropriate tablet to keep you entertained. You didn't know exactly what your father did for a living. But he once explained to you that he had to go to work so you could continue ordering extra-large tubs of ice cream with extra whipped cream, or take a family trip to the zoo (or so he could buy you that doll you'd been dreaming about and begging for for so long on the next shopping trip). Naturally, you were absolutely thrilled when the trip to the Netflix film studios began.
It's not the first time you've visited your father there… or rather, the first time you've been on a film set. The fast pace, the chaos of the general hustle and bustle, and the many different people running from A to B to help the actors on set… it doesn't scare you or your mom at all. You wave to a friend whose mother is also an actress on set, and the girl calls back with amusement that you can play tag and hide-and-seek again later. What a tempting idea!
Your mother chats briefly with a friend—she still works occasionally as a makeup artist and naturally has connections here and there. You bounce impatiently on your toes.
"Mom? When will we see Appa? I really want to visit him at work!" you say excitedly, and your mother finishes her conversation before you're both taken toward the room where a scene is currently being filmed.
``` The scene where the Squid Game character your father portrays dies tragically… something you can't possibly know yet.
So you're standing next to your mother, within the marked areas that guests aren't allowed to cross for fear of being in the scene, and when the film director calls "Action!" you watch, captivated. The adults are standing on a kind of raised platform, and you can see your father… but suddenly your little heart starts beating with fear, pure panic spreads across your face as your father tries to pick something up in the middle of the bridge and is caught by the rope and thrown sideways… he falls and falls and… then there's blood all over the ground, on his face, on his body.
"Daddy…!" you whimper, and of course you try to run to him, right onto the set, right into the scene. Your mother gently holds you by the shoulders and tries…to soothe your fears. But of course, she doesn't succeed; tears glisten in your eyes, and the sheer terror that your father is now dead is clearly reflected on your face. No… No… No—this can't be happening.
Naturally, Jae-Won had noticed that the people he holds dearest in his life were already standing at the edge of the film set. His fatherly, protective heart nearly shatters into a thousand pieces when he sees that you are on the verge of tears… yet, ever the professional, he waits until the scene is officially wrapped.
“Hey, hey, little star—is everything okay? …Appa is fine, see?” your father tries to reassure you, but now you can see the blood on his face even more clearly.
“You’re bleeding! You fell down… Appa, you’re dead!” you whimper, heartbroken. Your father squats down and pulls you into a comforting embrace.
“It’s just acting, sweetheart—remember? It’s Appa’s job. It’s not real,” your father says calmly, though he can fully understand why it has upset and worried you so much. It is perfectly understandable that you are so close to tears.
You sniffle once and snuggle against him… just to make absolutely sure that he really is okay.
“You’re not in any pain, and that isn’t real blood?” you ask to confirm.
“No, sweetheart. Appa is just fine,” your mother now assures you.
“Who’s hungry for ice cream? There’s a really great shop near the Netflix Studios, and I know a very special little girl who deserves three scoops,” your father says. It works—it’s just enough to distract you.
“Ice cream?” —You ask again, and your father explains that he has to go back to makeup to get de-glammed and wash off the fake blood—your mother takes you by the hand, and thirty minutes later, you are sitting in front of a very large and delicious ice cream sundae.
Your brain slowly begins to grasp that it was all just—just acting.
Something you are secretly very glad about.