—Some time in the Future—

Nam Ji-hyun was screaming. 

“JI CHANG WOOK!!! I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU IF YOU DON’T GET YOURSELF OVER HERE THIS INSTANT!!! YOU ARE THE WORST!!!”

Her Eomma took the phone away from her daughter’s ear and whispered into the receiver. “I think if you aren’t here soon she might find the voodoo doll.”

Ji Chang-wook was not exactly sure what he was going to do. He was on his way but the filming location was not Seoul. To add to the complications it was rush hour and he’d left his bike at home. 

“Chi-gu-ah… help…” he begged rubbing his hands together.

“Public transportation… that looks like your best bet. I can have a car waiting to take you from there.”

“I…” Chang-wook hadn’t taken public transportation since he started working as an actor.  “Will that really be faster?”

“There is an accident so probably,” his manager said looking at the traffic on his phone. “I’ll take you to the train station.”

“Whatever gets me there fastest,” Chang-wook shouted over his shoulder as he ran over to the PD and explained the situation. 

“How are you getting there?” the woman asked after agreeing that he could go.

“Public transportation.”

“You must be crazy.”

“I’ll be a dead man if I don’t get there soon.”

“Take that then.” And the director pointed to the motorbike they were using in the shoot. Chang-wook didn’t need any more encouragement and sprinted to the bike and tore off in the direction of Seoul.

“Do you think he’ll be ok?” the director asked.

“Chang-wook? He’ll be fine. There isn’t any traffic on the way to Seoul,” Chi-gu said smiling at the prank he’d almost been able to pull off. “I’m sure Ji-hyun was just letting off steam.”

He bowed to the director and quickly dialled a number.

“Hi, there might be lots of pictures of Chang-wook rushing to Seoul. We need to create a diversion.”

“One of our artists?” asked the junior management co-ordinator.

“Are you kidding? No, someone from a different agency. Reporters get their information not from the entertainers company but other companies…”

“Who are you thinking…”

“I’ll let you worry about that.”

But when he checked the internet to see what had been put up, there were already a few shots of Chang-wook at a red light on his way to Seoul. He hadn’t changed out of his costume making him look exactly like the top Hallyu star that he was. 

“Better get back to Seoul before he does something stupid,” the long suffering Bang Chi-gu sighed.