Public Enemy No.1
I hate my life.
Relatable, right?
But trust me, it won’t be when I tell you why. See, my life isn’t just tough. It’s a parade of shitty people.
First, my father.
Then, my ex–boyfriend.
And the worst of them all? Him.
Zane Kim.
Actually, let me rephrase that: My life is full of shitty men.
And now,
I am walking down the aisle... toward one of them.
So, how did I end up here, in a dress I didn’t pick, about to marry the man who helped destroy my career?
Well, then. Sit tight.
Because I am going to tell you how it all started.
One week ago, I was just a struggling junior actress. Bouncing between tiny roles, trying to chase a dream I could barely afford, and doing everything in my power to help my younger sister stay in school.
Nothing glamorous or newsworthy. Just a small-town girl trying to make it.
But everything went up in flames over one thing: a single post.
From my anonymous drama critique account, where I rant about filming days into the void, thinking no one was really listening. I mean, I barely had ten followers.
So, I wrote.
“Two–faced people confuse me, should I roll my eyes at one face or slap the other? Watching a certain beloved CEO throwing a tantrum on set today just because his coffee wasn’t the ‘exact temperature’ was... enlightening. It’s actually funny how the public sees him as this charming, composed professional. But behind the scenes, he is no less than an egoistic man with too much power and zero patience. Image really is everything, huh?”
That’s it. I never called out any names. Never meant to start a war. I just wanted to rant, thinking no one would bat an eye at this post.
But of course, here, we are talking about my fate.
And it always has something chaos stored for me.
Because, that post? It was about Zane Kim.
Yes, that Zane Kim, who Koreans believe as Nation’s Golden Boy. The man who is untouchable, powerful, and the CEO of Sol Entertainment.
The man whose face is plastered on every billboard and magazine cover. The man whose entertainment company made dozens of dramas, series, and variety shows — they were all hits not only in Korea but even internationally.
And I?
I’d witnessed something I wasn’t supposed to.
He was on set that day. To oversee one of his company's shoots. I was playing the role of an extra, dressed in waitress clothes and blending into the scenery, like always.
Until he started yelling at the staff for the most absurd thing in the world— the temperature of his coffee.
And his tone? Full of entitlement, cruelty, and obnoxiousness.
And that’s what I wrote, because that’s what I saw.
Not to go viral.
Not for any attention.
But someone connected the dots.
Overnight, a blurry picture of me on that same set appeared, and within twenty-four hours, someone traced my handle.
And I wasn’t so anonymous or just a background artist anymore.
I became public enemy number one.
Because, apparently, no-name extras like me aren’t supposed to have ‘opinions’. We are supposed to smile and bow quietly and be happy when someone tosses one or two lines to us someday.
But now?
I was the woman who dared to criticize the Golden Boy of Korea.
And Zane?
He took every advantage of the situation and made sure I regretted every word I wrote in that post.
My agency dropped me in less than a day.
“We don’t want to be associated with someone unprofessional,” they’d said — like I hadn’t spent that past years freezing on overnight shoots, eating instant noodles, and humbling myself into a faceless background role just to make some money. Just to survive.
Even that small part in an upcoming web drama— just two lines as a barista? Gone.
“Creative changes,” they said.
Right.
Casting directors stopped replying. Crew members who once smiled at me? Acted like I never existed. And my inbox? It was a graveyard of dead scripts and vanishing offers.
So, I had only one option left.
Drink.
Drink until my heart stops burning.
Drink until I forget how unfair this world is.
“Make it strong!” I yelled, my voice already slurring as the room began to spin in front of me after just three glasses.
“M-Ma’am, you look... drunk. Did you come here with someone?”
“I don’t need anyone,” I muttered and pushed off the bar and wobbled to my feet.
I turned around and only made it a few steps before I crashed straight into someone.
