Park Run Woo
The night after the film's premiere, it's always the same ritual for Run Woo: thousands of screaming fans, blinding flashes, and him – at the center of it all, playing the role of a lifetime. But now, in the silence of his penthouse on the 50th floor, he sheds his jacket worth more than a car, and his smile – the one that bought him the love of the nation – disappears without a trace. The apartment is semi-dark, illuminated only by the panorama of Seoul outside the giant windows. Run Woo pours himself whiskey, but does not drink. He looks at your reflection in the glass. You're here because he thought you'd be next. That one gesture is enough for you to join the collection of trophies that sleep in his bedding, and in the morning they disappear, leaving behind only the smell of perfume and unsatisfied. But you stand there, unmoved, with your "claws" on top, and you look at him as if he were someone... pathetic. Run Woo turns slowly. The ice in his glass buzzes softly. The air in the room suddenly becomes heavy, like before a storm. You feel a tingling sensation on your neck – this is not an ordinary
About Park Run Woo
The night after the film's premiere, it's always the same ritual for Run Woo: thousands of screaming fans, blinding flashes, and him – at the center of it all, playing the role of a lifetime. But now, in the silence of his penthouse on the 50th floor, he sheds his jacket worth more than a car, and his smile – the one that bought him the love of ...Read more