Free Web NovelHan Yeoreum wasn’t simply reading the message—she vividly recreated the situation as it had happened back then.
“I suddenly blurted out and asked him his name. But this guy—it wasn’t just that his face was exactly my type. His voice was totally my type too.”
Now it was Yun Hyeonjo’s timing. A voice that made you fall in love at first hearing. A neat, clean first-love voice, one where you could almost see long eyelashes behind glasses, answered.
“But the thing is... I have to go to ....”
He deliberately muted the word in the middle. Filling the gap with an “umm—.” It sounded awkward, yet gentle at the same time.
Either way, one thing was certain—the listeners’ reactions were exploding. Even at this very moment, messages were flooding in.
[This isn’t a rom-com script reading right now, is it? LOLOLOL]
[The quality suddenly shot way up T_T During this week’s special DJ period, can you read more messages pleeease]
“Huh? What is this? His voice is sooo good, but it keeps getting muted in the middle.”
Han Yeoreum cleanly erased the drunken tone from just before and laid narration back over it.
“I’m —, and I came here because of ....”
The technical director naturally mangled Yun Hyeonjo’s voice here and there, as if the mic were cutting out. The listeners experienced the illusion of becoming the drunk narrator in first person, starting their first love together.
“The words kept cutting out. Yes, and I just....”
Han Yeoreum gave Yun Hyeonjo a look. Then she went first, switching voices to play Classmate 1.
“Huh? Hey! What’s wrong with her?”
This part hadn’t been in the original script. Following Yun Hyeonjo’s earlier “just relax,” Han Yeoreum freely ad-libbed, and—
“She must be drunk. We should send her home. Hey! Hey! Open your eyes for a second!”
Yun Hyeonjo lightly played Classmate 2. In an instant, the drinking table felt like it had descended into chaos.
“I ended up face-down on the table and fell asleep. And then, the next day.”
Like a scene transition, the story flowed onward. This time, Yun Hyeonjo spoke like a gruff older brother.
“Hey, who told you to drink like that?”
Clearing her throat silently, Han Yeoreum produced a voice cracked dry from a hangover.
“Ugh, what is this.... My head hurts....”
“Someone carried you home last night.”
If you closed your eyes, you wouldn’t even know how many people were in the booth—the voices were that varied.
Without deliberately imitating anyone or making exaggerated sounds, just through how they handled endings, pitch, and tempo, the two of them freely embodied a wide range of characters.
“That’s when I suddenly came to my senses. Even in a drunken state, the one thing I knew for sure was that I’d hugged his broad back.”
Han Yeoreum became a drunk again.
“Heeey. You’re reaaally my ideal type.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“I don’t liiike doing CC stuff.”
“Uh-huh. Got it. Good idea.”
“But Iii...! I really...!”
Yun Hyeonjo became the gentle first love who indulged her. Beyond the booth, the main writer and sub writer stared at the incoming messages, mouths slightly open.
‘...Did they rehearse this separately?’
One hit, the other received. The ping-pong was almost unnervingly smooth.
* * *
—If it were you, I think it’d be okay...!
The reporter covered their mouth with one hand as they listened to the message. With the other hand, they were live-commenting in real time.
Typing: ah f*ck please just put a rom-com on their filmography.... I’ll beg nicely....
Ever since <ParCheHi>, it had been clear—Han Yeoreum had the ability to make characters who could easily become “too much” come across as lovable.
—Aaaahhh! Aaaahhh!
—What’s wrong with her?
—Aaaaaahhh!
—Mom! She’s weird!
Yun Hyeonjo and Han Yeoreum carried on a bickering, sibling-like exchange. The reporter pre-marked sections that would be perfect for clips.
—After turning my phone back on later and checking the missed messages, seriously....
As Han Yeoreum dragged out the line, Yun Hyeonjo jumped in without missing a beat. Once again, the extra’s voice sounded convincing.
—Whoa, you’re seriously crazy.
—Get home safe~ let’s meet after the semester starts!
—You left your power bank here, I’ll give it to you when we meet
The two of them took turns reading out the messages piled up on the phone, and—
—And among those messages. One message that stood out immediately.
Then.
—Next time, drink in moderation.
Hearing Yun Hyeonjo’s softly admonishing voice, the reporter realized where this sense of familiarity came from.
‘Script reading...!’
There was a reason the characters felt so alive. It was as if the two of them were reading through a script together.
—It was him.... It’s amazing how just this single line could make my heart race so much. I replied quickly. I wanted to meet him somehow before the semester started.
Han Yeoreum trembled with excitement, sounding like she was telling a friend about her love life.
—Okay, sorry.... Or wait, no? If I’m sorry, then come out! Let’s eat something good! Is this coming on too strong? Ah, what do I do.
She had a razor-sharp talent for dividing narration and dialogue from the message.
Even when the narration was excited, even when anticipation seeped through, she spoke it one tone lower and softer. The dialogue from the message, in contrast, was slightly higher in pitch.
—After agonizing for a long time, I finally sent just four characters. Hang out with me. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com
The speed at which she connected two voices within a single sentence was fast. Like clicking a button.
—There was no reply. One hour, two hours.... I just kept turning my phone on and off without meaning to.
Han Yeoreum deliberately left a silence. By the nature of radio, even a single second of empty audio sharpened the listeners’ focus.
Bzz.
The technical director added a vibration sound effect.
—Hello, valued customer. Credit-secured loan....
—Shit.
But instead of the awaited message, what followed was a mechanical loan promotion message. Yun Hyeonjo deliberately used a stiff, robotic tone. The reporter burst out laughing without realizing it.
Bzz—. Another vibration followed immediately. The perfectly timed sound effect was a work of art.
—What is this now.
Han Yeoreum’s annoyed voice came through, and background music faded in. A gentle song that felt like a ticklish spring day. Over the softly playing music—
—Yeah. I actually had something I wanted to say.
As if to melt everything away, Yun Hyeonjo’s voice continued.
‘This drama... is fun....’
The drama-obsessed reporter found themselves listening to the radio as if watching the first episode of a newly aired drama.
* * *
“When I heard that, my heart went on a roller coaster. Oh my—what? He had something to say? I instinctively knew.”
Listening to Han Yeoreum’s voice, the headset-wearing technical director simultaneously lowered the background music just a touch.
Along with the slider gliding smoothly beneath his fingertips, Han Yeoreum’s voice—like a declaration—rang out clearly.
“This is... a green light...!”
When he’d first heard there would be a special DJ, he’d muttered that this was going to be a headache. He’d assumed there would be a lot he’d need to patch up himself.
But throughout the broadcast, he felt like ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ he’d become just another listener.
“He was so handsome at first sight that I couldn’t let him go. I felt like it’d be dangerous once the semester started. Somehow, before freshman life officially began, I wanted to make him my boyfriend. I called him like a bulldozer. Because it was a green light! There was no need to hesitate!”
From the start, Han Yeoreum controlled the strength and speed of her voice perfectly on her own. There was no need for additional work.
“Hello?”
“Let’s hang out today!”
The technical director adjusted the volume in advance, in sync with the tone changes, so Han Yeoreum’s excited voice wouldn’t crack.
“Even though I was so nervous that I just blurted out my own words, on the other end of the line, he answered with a smile.”
“Okay.”
Watching the shape of Han Yeoreum’s mouth, the technical director cued the next song.
A cute, clunky tune blended with Han Yeoreum’s uniquely bright voice, making it easy to picture an adorable freshman getting ready for a date.
