- The author wrote it while he was a little out of his mind.
- Even the author doesn't know what he's writing.
- The author doesn't even know why he wrote it.
- It's a bunch of clichés.
- Please read it lightly... It's a mess of a piece of writing with little to no plausibility...
- I intentionally left the part where the heroine's original name appears blank. Readers can just insert their own names and read on...
-TRIGGER WARNING! This story is based on an internet novel popular in the early 2010s, so it may contain scenes reminiscent of school violence.
How to Survive as an Extra
: One day, I became an extra in a novel.
W. Gpeum
“Again, fuck…, again….”
After the gym warehouse and the mountain, now it's kidnapping. At this point, I can't help but curse. My hands and feet are tied, and my vision is blocked. I struggled to free myself from the ropes, hoping to escape, and I tried desperately to peel back the black cloth covering my eyes. But all I could find was my tightly bound hands and feet, my obstructed vision, and the humiliation of my ridiculous movements. In the end, I was completely exhausted.
I didn't even have the energy to move anymore. If I'd known this would happen, I should've eaten something before going to the convenience store. My hungry stomach growled pitifully. To make an excuse to overcome my shame, I was hungry and on my way to the convenience store, and I was kidnapped on the way there, so my hungry stomach couldn't help but growl. I can't help it. Right, kidnapping isn't a common occurrence. Who would've thought I'd get kidnapped on my way to the convenience store? Besides, besides...
“I’m an extra… why are you kidnapping me…?”
If she had been the female protagonist, it would have been less unfair. She would have at least pretended to accept it, thinking, "That's the female protagonist's fate." Or maybe she'd have lived her life with kidnapping in mind from the beginning, damn it.
…I knew better than anyone that whining wouldn't change anything. I tried to catch my breath, my breathing ragged from the struggle to untie the ropes, and I thought. What time it was, how long had it been since I was kidnapped, was I alone, where was this place? Those thoughts were completely useless to me, hand and foot bound and blindfolded. So I changed my question. Why had I been kidnapped, and who had orchestrated it?
‘…Is it Kwon Yeon-hee?’
In fact, she was the most likely candidate. Now, let's think about Kwon Yeon-hee. First of all, the ability to commit such a kidnapping crime? In this world, she's a godlike writer, and she also has the status of a conglomerate's daughter, so that's enough. The reason to kidnap me, that is, the motive for the crime? She's even tried to kill me, so how can she not call it kidnapping? It's overpowering! As I thought this, I let out a deep sigh. To be honest, I was even feeling complicated. I wanted to think otherwise, but given the circumstances, Kwon Yeon-hee had to be the culprit.
If I, a mere extra in the original novel, had been kidnapped, there were two possible reasons why this had happened. 1. The plot had changed to involve me being kidnapped, or 2. A possessed person like me had kidnapped me. In this case, the only one who could possibly have done both was Kwon Yeon-hee. The image of her clutching a peach-flavored sweet and sour candy flashed through my mind. Was I mistaken in thinking she'd opened up a bit?
My thoughts didn't last long. The reason was the sound of someone coming from somewhere. Noticing the murmur of voices growing louder, I relaxed as much as possible. A chill clung to me from the cold floor, but I knew nothing good would come of being caught awake, so I tried not to shiver. An old hinge creaked. The faint voice became clearer.
"...so I've dealt with the witnesses cleanly. I've even managed to determine who's who, but I can't quite remember the exact name of the person you mentioned..."
"Okay, that's it. You can ask the young lady again later. It seems like neither of you are particularly close to the young lady. Then it's obvious she won't care whether we live or die."
“That’s… …yes, that’s right.”
"Then there won't be a problem, right? So, which one is Kim Yeo-ju and which one is Kim Yeon-ju?"
"Based on the profile, this one appears to be Kim Yeon-ju and the other one appears to be Kim Yeo-ju."
...Kim Yeo-ju is here? I desperately suppressed the tension that swept over me at the unexpected name. It wasn't just her who had been kidnapped, and she was a young lady, after all... It wasn't surprising that suspicions about Kwon Yeon-hee were creeping back up. How many female students in this novel could possibly deserve the title of young lady? I suppressed the urge to sigh and listened intently to the two men's conversation.
“…Sir, is it true that Miss Yeonhee really ordered you to bring these students?”
“Even so, why have you been asking the same question all along?”
“I’m sorry. But as far as I know, the order you gave me is a bit different from what you said….”
"Oh, right, what did the young lady say?"
"So, to be exact…,"
As expected, the young lady was Kwon Yeon-hee. Ah, my arm is numb. Because I was lying on my side, my arm kept tingling, and I frowned involuntarily. Since it was covered by a sheet anyway, I figured it would be okay, so I suppressed the trembling in my arm and listened intently.
"To be exact, didn't you say that you wouldn't let it go if you touched even a single hair on that student, Kim Yeo-ju or Kim Yeon-ju?"
...You gave that order? The conversation flowed differently than I expected, and I forgot the tingling in my arm and focused on their conversation.
“So, maybe, he is a friend that the young lady cherishes…,”
"You don't know anything, you don't know much."
"yes?"
"Yes, that was the order you gave, Miss. But weren't you anxious until recently because you couldn't catch that student named Kim Yeo-ju or Kim Yeon-ju?"
"Yes? Miss?"
"Yeah, but why did you change your mind overnight and tell me not to touch you?"
“…Well, what is it?”
"Yeah, what is it?" I thought, listening intently to this fascinating conversation.
"It's an order that the young lady herself has given to handle it. She's saying she won't ask for our help."
"Is that so? Then why the kidnapping…"
"Even if it was your order, Miss, is there really a need to leave us behind and get your hands dirty?"
"then…."
"Wouldn't it be better if you could just keep the student here so that the young lady doesn't have to work too hard? Just bring her here and that's it."
"aha…."
To be honest, I had a suspicion that Kwon Yeon-hee might have really given the order with that intention. But as I quietly listened to the two men's conversation, somehow... , ... I began to think that even if the man who kidnapped Kim Yeo-ju and I were wrong, he might have been wrong for a long time. So, my thinking was a bit... ... like a smart-aleck. It was like not hearing someone's words as the speaker intended, but twisting them in my head and drawing the wrong conclusion. Maybe she was like a villain from a third-rate novel. Seeing her extremely fragmentary appearance, I decided to stop doubting Kwon Yeon-hee.
“Anyway, we saw that the hostages were doing well, so we should go back too.”
“Yes, should I post a guard?”
"What are you doing? There are two girls here anyway. Come on, let's go get something to eat."
Just look at that guy, leaving the hostage behind. I can't help but seriously question his intelligence... . How could someone as small as me even know where this place is and escape? As the two men paced, I held my breath and waited for the door to close. As soon as I heard the door creak shut, I moved. My arms were numb, and I almost died.
My thoughts changed. It was obvious who the three male protagonists, including Kim Seok-jin, would rob once they found out I was gone. Whether or not Kwon Yeon-hee was the culprit, I'd thought it was better to just stay here and do as I was told and wait for rescue. But listening to that foolish conversation, the thought crossed my mind that perhaps escape wouldn't be so difficult. Was this just unfounded confidence? Regardless, judging by the sloppiness, I figured I could somehow untangle the cloth from my eyes, so I pressed my face to the floor. I pressed my temples against the cold floor and pulled my face closer to my body. The cloth-covered area rubbed against the floor, slowly opening my vision.
"I should've done this sooner," I grumbled to myself, completely removing the cloth. The floor was more uneven than I'd expected, and my face felt a prickle, as if it had been scratched. Not knowing what was about to happen, what was the point of that little prickle? I blinked a few times to adjust to the suddenly brightened vision. When I felt comfortable enough to open my eyes, I quickly scanned my surroundings. I saw Kim Yeo-ju, motionless and limp, in a space that was narrower than I'd expected, reminiscent of a shipping container.
"Hey, Kim Yeo-ju-,"
I had no interest in crawling along the floor like an earthworm, but with both hands and feet tied, I had no choice. I wriggled toward Kim Yeo-ju and called out to her in a small voice. "Ugh," she groaned, then flinched, as if she'd regained consciousness. The black cloth twitched a few times, as if she'd blinked. "Kim Yeo-ju," I called her name again, and only then did she open her mouth.
“Are you playing a piano…?”
“Yeah, are you okay? Are you feeling better?”
“Oh, yeah, but where am I? I can’t see in front of me….”
“It’s because of the cloth. I’ll take it off for you, so just come forward a little.”
Even as I painstakingly untied the cloth tied around Kim Yeo-ju's face, who had quietly stepped forward, with my hands tied behind her back, I couldn't hide the smile that crept up on my lips. It wasn't a perverted smile, nor was it a smile born from the joy of being kidnapped and imprisoned. It was simply the one truth I'd gleaned from our conversation earlier that had lifted my spirits. It wasn't Kwon Yeon-hee who had kidnapped me. Kwon Yeon-hee had opened her heart.
I was just feeling good because I seemed to have succeeded in taming the stray cat.
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OOO has disappeared.
When he couldn't contact her, he couldn't believe it. She must have something else to do, she must have gone to bed early. Seokjin thought it was funny that he couldn't help but pick up his coat and put it on even though he kept repeating reassuring words to himself. 'Take it easy, take it easy! Huh? Don't you know take it easy?!' Seokjin chuckled as he remembered OO, who had been terrified and yelled at them, even sending a helicopter over when he disappeared briefly during the school trip. Will she get angry and say I'm overprotective if I visit her again? The fact that it had already been two days since he'd properly spoken to OO had already faded from Seokjin's mind. He wished she'd at least lost her temper. He wished he were just an uninvited guest in his daily life, no different from yesterday.
"Performance? I heard you called today saying you were going to sleep over at your friend's house."
“…Friend?”
"Yeah, why don't you try contacting Yeonju?"
"I heard Yeonhee is coming home from sleeping over." So, when Seokjin finally made his way to OO's house and heard these words from OO's mother, his eyes went blank. Seokjin's face turned pale as he hurried down the stairs, adding that he was sorry for being late. Kim Yeonju, 010-XXXX_XXXX. "The power is off. Call the sound source after the beep..." Still no contact. Seokjin's expression turned desperate.
The quickening pace eventually morphed into a run. Even as his breath pounded, Seokjin continued to run. Even so, his hands were busy sending out messages. OOO had vanished. Seokjin's destination had already been decided.
Group Chat 4
1OO is gone
Not long after sending the message, Seokjin's phone rang loudly. The caller was Jimin. Seokjin answered without hesitation and explained the situation, and Jimin immediately gave him Kwon Yeonhee's home address. For the sole son of P Corporation, this was easier than breathing. Jimin gave Seokjin the address, said he'd take Jungkook, and hung up. It wasn't long before Seokjin hailed a taxi.
It was a magnificent house. It was hard to believe it was in the heart of Seoul, where land prices were exorbitant. Of course, for the three of them, who had entered the novel and whose sense of money had been shattered by the sheer abundance of wealth, that didn't matter. It was out of the question. With Jimin and Jungkook even bringing in the bodyguards they'd brought, even the seemingly impenetrable front door was quickly breached. Even as they strode briskly into someone else's home, Seokjin carefully scanned his surroundings. He did so in case anything——was present.
"Where is Kim Yeon-ju?"
"What? What are you talking about all of a sudden?!"
Jimin blocked Kwon Yeon-hee's path, who had rushed out, wondering what was going on at the sudden commotion. Seeing her frown and defiantly ask, "What are you talking about?" Seokjin clenched his fists. "Where did you hide Kim Yeon-ju?" Jimin, who was more composed than Seokjin, asked again. But the answer was the same. "What are you talking about?" Seokjin, unable to bear Kwon Yeon-hee's brazen response, stepped forward.
"I told you to take it easy. Are you still not in your right mind?"
“I don’t know what’s going on, but how about calming down for now?”
"I don't have time for that. Where is Kim Yeon-ju?"
"I'm the one who wants to ask. Why on earth are you asking me about Kim Yeon-ju's whereabouts?"
"Are you asking because you don't know?"
"I don't know, so I'm asking!"
Kwon Yeon-hee screamed. She'd clearly been at a loss just a moment ago, but the Kwon Yeon-hee before Seok-jin's eyes now felt different. It was as if she'd let go of something. But that didn't mean the previous incident had disappeared. Kwon Yeon-hee was still a prime suspect in the Kim Yeon-joo kidnapping case. At least to Seok-jin, that's how it was.
"...Kim Yeon-ju is missing. I went to her house, but all I got was a call saying she was sleeping over at your place. Based on the circumstances, it seems like you kidnapped her-"
"what?!"
“…So you kidnapped-,”
"OOO is gone?!"
… But at this point, the thought, ‘…isn’t this really her?’ began to form in his mind. Look at that intense reaction. The Kwon Yeon-hee that Seok-jin had seen so far was someone who was honest about her feelings. She was also honest about her desires, but because of that honesty, if she lied, it would all show (in fact, he thought it made her look a bit stupid). If it was true that he had kidnapped Kim Yeon-joo, at least he wouldn’t have jumped up in front of me and shown concern for OO’s safety. Seok-jin was confused. Jimin stepped in, seeing the confusion and bewilderment clearly on his face.
As Jimin was listening to Seokjin and Kwon Yeonhee's conversation without thinking much, a conversation he had with Yeonju a while ago flashed through his mind.
"I guess this is a friendship that will be determined by food."
"No, will it work?"
In fact, even then, Jimin thought OO was a bit foolish, not like he was supposed to be. He wasn't a stray cat, and his plan to become friendly with people by currying favor with food was absurd. But what if Kim Yeon-ju had come up with that ridiculous plan? Did Kim Yeon-ju completely lure Kwon Yeon-hee, who was in front of him right now, into something with food? Seriously, while thinking this was absurd, Jimin stepped forward and looked Kwon Yeon-hee straight in the eye. Kwon Yeon-hee, who had been mumbling something absentmindedly, turned to face Jimin. Jimin asked.
"Are you saying that you didn't take Kim Yeon-ju?"
"What am I doing?! No, but more importantly, what the hell are you guys doing?!"
"…uh…?"
"OOO was kidnapped, what are you doing?! Why are you just sitting there?! Do you have time for this?!"
"…that is,"
"This really doesn't help!!"
… was speechless. It wasn't just Jimin. Seokjin, who had been fiercely pushing Kwon Yeonhee just moments before, also looked quite dazed, and Jungkook, whose face was still drenched in sleep, barely managed to remain silent.
"…and,"
I just let out an exclamation of, "Wow, really wow."
Ignoring the three dumbfounded people, Kwon Yeon-hee started calling someone and ordering them around. Oh, that girl I told you about last time, Kim Yeon-ju. Did you find her? Where? Why is she so far away!! A helicopter? Launch it!! No, right now!! She yelled and gave instructions, then soon ran inside the house and slammed the door! … What is this? Jimin thought with a dumbfounded expression. Everything was going completely differently than he had expected. The three people who had been standing blankly in Kwon Yeon-hee’s yard came to their senses again when the door opened. Kwon Yeon-hee had rushed out, having grabbed two coats. Then, she frowned at them, who were still standing blankly guarding her yard.
"What are you doing?"
"……?"
"Aren't you going to save OOO? I'm going alone?"
"……!"
The three men followed Kwon Yeon-hee, who was passing them without a second thought. Kwon Yeon-hee, who naturally sat in the front seat of the car, shouted "Let's go" as soon as the three men followed her and got into the car one by one. The car, which was comfortable to ride, picked up speed and started to rush off somewhere. The whole time, Kwon Yeon-hee was holding onto her cell phone and yelling and swearing at someone. Aren't you doing it right?! This idiot...! Where is he?! Hurry up and send more people...! What are you doing, you idiot!! And so on, half of the conversation contained the word "idiot." Listening to that, Seok-jin, Jimin, and Jungkook each had different but similar thoughts.
'…and.'
‘…What on earth is this…?’
‘… People were really tamed by food… .’
At that moment, three, no, four people couldn't help but think of the same person.
Kim Yeon-ju, OOO, what the hell are you… .
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