The second take went smoothly.
The scene played out almost exactly the same as before only tighter, sharper. Jin-hee's fear was more controlled this time, her desperation more restrained, as if she already knew how the moment would end but still fought against it. The camera caught every tremor in her hands, every hesitation in Young-guk's eyes.
When it ended, Dayo didn't hesitate.
"Cut."
He watched the monitor for a few seconds, replaying the final moments in his head.
Then he nodded once.
"That's good," he said. "We'll use that."
Min-ji exhaled, relief washing over her face. A few crew members clapped lightly.
"Good job, Min-ji," someone said.
"Well done."
Dayo looked up from the monitor. "Good work," he added calmly. "You handled it well."
Min-ji bowed slightly. "Thank you, Director."
Dayo straightened and clapped his hands once.
"Alright," he said. "That's all for today."
There was a brief pause—then murmurs.
"Really?"
"That's a wrap?"
