The orchard air, usually crisp and clean in the morning, carried a sour edge of tension. Beyond the gates of the Jeju orchard café set, the small knot of protestors had doubled since dawn. They weren't just holding signs anymore. Their chants came in angry bursts that the microphones occasionally picked up, loud enough to bleed into the sound system.
"NO VIOLENCE ON TV!""DO-JIN OUT!""BOYCOTT THIS SHOOT!"
At first, it was noise, a background hum to the crew's last-minute adjustments. But then the first egg flew. It splattered against the wall beside the entrance with a wet smack, yolk dripping down pale stone. A plastic water bottle arced next, narrowly missing a cameraman as he bent over to adjust his rig. He froze, startled, before continuing his work with stiff movements.
Inside the café, a few of the guests turned their heads. Parents shifted uneasily. Children peered toward the sound, eyes wide.
