Life is Easier If You're Handsome-Chapter 227

The first thing that registered in my mind as I regained consciousness—

"H-Hngh?!"

Was that I had woken up in a soft bed.

My last memory wasn’t of a bed, so why was I waking up in one?

Just to be sure, I peeked under the covers.

"...What was I even expecting?"

The tiny flutter of excitement popped like a deflated balloon.

The moment I realized that nothing eventful had happened,

My head cleared up, and the memories of last night slowly played back.

And then—

"H-Hnghh?!"

Another weird noise automatically slipped from Evelyn’s lips.

‘Oh my god, did I seriously just... fall asleep there?!’

A hotel.

A room for two.

Sharing burgers.

The flow was perfect up to that point.

Then, a bit of ice wine.

Just a slight buzz.

Then I asked to be carried on his back.

And when he took a call, I acted sulky and messed with him.

I remember that much.

But the way I messed with him...

It was way too much for someone like me.

Tapping his knee with my bare legs like that?

‘Why would I do that?!’

For someone whose only experience being carried by a man was her dad—

I had been unreasonably bold.

Ice wine.

That tiny bit of alcohol.

Made me do something that ridiculous.

Then I passed out from the buzz—

And woke up in a bed?!

‘With my clothes still on?’

This was the kind of thing you could never tell anyone.

If my friends heard about this, they’d yell at me for not making a move.

They’d start by telling me how hard it is to find a guy like Kim Donghu these days.

How there are so few men left who make you feel safe.

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How he’s so disciplined, so good-natured.

How genes like his are rare and valuable.

Their voices still echoed in my head.

‘If it were that easy, don’t you think I would’ve already done something?!’

Evelyn snapped out of it and checked the time.

"Two... o’clock?"

Two in the afternoon.

If I fell asleep around 10 PM last night—

That meant I had slept for at least sixteen hours.

‘That’s not possible.’

I never slept that long.

I had always struggled with insomnia.

And now, just because I got carried on his back...

I slept like a baby?!

‘T-That’s... That’s way too... per—perverted! What if he gets the wrong idea?! I’m not like that...!’

I wanted to explain myself.

‘This is about to become a humiliating part of my past!’

As a bad feeling crept up, I immediately reached for my phone to call Kim Donghu.

But then—

"Huh?"

Something caught my eye.

A note.

- Just how good was your dream to be drooling in your sleep? XD

"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"

A flawless scream ripped through the air.

***

Late April

Over the past month and a half,

I had focused on one thing.

"Jump!"

"Hup!"

Stunt jumping.

A mandatory skill for aerial stunt filming.

Since the FAA (Federal Aviation Administration) had approved our aerial filming,

The only thing left was for me to qualify for it.

Normally, this process would take at least six months.

But with Redhorn’s full support—

"Starting now, we’ll go over piloting basics for light aircraft."

"Got it!"

I was able to complete the advanced courses in just two months.

Obtaining a pilot’s license was normally a long, complicated process—

But with Disney’s heavy backing, many obstacles were cleared instantly.

‘Time really flies.’

There were only three weeks left in my training.

Even with intensive training, no one had ever learned at this speed.

The instructors constantly praised me as I threw myself into the lessons.

Since I couldn’t film during this period,

I spent my downtime reviewing my schedule.

‘Next year is going to be insane, but this year is all about training.’

A boxing match at Wembley.

‘I was wondering why it wasn’t happening in the U.S.’

I only recently found out that Wembley was in the UK.

And I wondered why an American boxing organization was hosting it there—

Until I learned the reasons.

‘First, the current WBA Heavyweight Champion is British.’

The UK boxing market was huge.

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And Wembley was the largest boxing venue.

On top of that—

‘Time zones.’

If a match was held at 9 PM Eastern Time in the U.S.—

It would be 2 AM in the UK.

But if it was held in the UK—

Both time zones could watch comfortably.

For a global audience, the UK was the best choice.

And yet—

"My pro debut is at Wembley?!"

The scale of it all was overwhelming.

‘If I win, I’m required to accept a rematch, too.’

After going over my schedule, I refocused on training.

Two more weeks passed.

"You ❀ Nоvеlігht ❀ (Don’t copy, read here) did it. You’re the first person to ever complete the full course this perfectly."

"Really? Thanks for saying that."

"No, I mean it. You really are the real deal. Just like the rumors."

"Rumors?"

"Yeah. People have been calling you ‘the body of a god.’"

I had officially completed my training.

The moment McGroy heard the news—

"Alright, let’s prep the plane immediately! I’ve been waiting for this!"

Two days later.

I stood in front of the aircraft on set.

And I couldn’t help but be impressed.

"It’s exactly like the one in the animation."

The model used in Tarzan was a 1920s–1930s plane.

Recreating it this accurately had seemed impossible.

From the outside, it was an exact replica of the one from Tarzan.

"Of course! We weren’t just sitting around while you were in training, haha. I’m glad you like it."

Despite looking like a period-accurate replica, the inside was completely modernized.

If anything, it was a contemporary reconstruction.

"It’s also one of the lighter models among small aircraft. It can handle two, maybe three people comfortably, so it won’t be a problem for filming."

McGroy, clearly passionate about this kind of thing,

started rambling excitedly without pause.

His eyes sparkled like a kid talking about his dream.

There was something inherently inspiring about watching someone speak with pure enthusiasm.

"...So, as we discussed before, the most important part of this sequence is the action scene on top of the plane... and the pulling shot."

"Ah, right. The pulling scene."

I’d completely forgotten about it.

Training had pushed it out of my mind.

‘They changed the story quite a bit.’

In the original story, Clayton was a nobleman.

In Disney’s version, he was a hunter.

To hunt the gorillas,

Clayton had decided to burn down the forest to make tracking them easier.

And the method?

A plane.

Dumping oil from above, then dropping a flame to start the fire.

To stop him, Tarzan had to physically grab and pull the plane down.

Clench.

The moment I visualized the scene, my body tensed up.

What guy hasn’t dreamed of this?

Stopping a train head-on.

Grabbing a speeding ship on a steep slope.

Holding back a helicopter.

"Shall we go straight into the plane-pulling scene?"

"Yeah."

It was time to live out the dream.

***

‘Wait, was Tarzan always this action-heavy?’

I thought, since it was rated PG,

they wouldn’t go too crazy with the action.

But now that we were actually filming—

It felt like a full-on action blockbuster.

‘Well... it’s because of Donghu, obviously.’

McGroy muttered that internally as he watched Kim Donghu.

Holding a rope in each hand,

waiting for the cue.

His tanned skin made every muscle contour stand out—

He looked like a warrior incarnate.

Like something out of Spartan legend.

His body proportions were almost unreal,

every line was clean, powerful.

His feet were planted firmly on the ground.

His hips were low, his center of gravity stabilized.

A classic stance for pulling something heavy.

‘Even in that pose, he looks like a magazine cover.’

Yet it didn’t feel unnatural.

Even doing the same actions,

he had a completely different presence.

His sheer aura made him stand apart.

‘Looks matter. The better you look, the more you pull people in.’

Just as Verilad, the producer, was thinking the same thing—

Creeeeak.

"?"

"?!"

"Huh?"

A grinding noise came from the airplane.

That was impossible.

Planes can’t reverse.

And yet, the plane moved backward.

This wasn’t a coincidence.

It shouldn’t have been possible.

Because—

"D-Did... Did Kim Donghu just pull the plane?!"

The only variable in this scenario was Kim Donghu.

This wasn’t a strongman competition.

How the hell did he move an entire plane?!

"That... that actually happened?!"

"No way! No CG?! He really did it?!"

The producer and director were frozen, repeating the same words like broken records.

"Even with the safety setup enhancing his grip..."

"That doesn’t mean it should be physically possible! What the hell—"

From the safety team to the crew,

every single person’s jaw dropped.

But the man who caused the chaos—

‘The setup really does make it easier to grip... I could probably pull it a little more.’

Was smiling,

thinking about doing it again.

***

Twenty minutes later.

As the shock of Kim Donghu pulling a plane settled,

Evelyn arrived on set to cheer him on.

And what she witnessed was—

"GO! GO! GO! GO! GO!"

"OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD!"

"NO WAY! NO WAY! NO WAY!"

"GET THIS ON CAMERA! THIS CRAZY F*CKING KOREAN!"

"...?"

A scene of pure hysteria.