Free Web NovelInside Han Yeoreum’s fan café, the diligent longtime member of Summer Day, “SweetWatermelon,” carefully archived today’s new crumbs too.
[Yeoreum Story / Official actor script-reading photos hehe]
Looks like she came in Na Yuna styling because she had to go film 〈Youth Disqualified!〉.
Her acting is always amazing, but I keep worrying she might collapse... T_T
Please take care of your health!
Honestly I’m super excited for Lee Seohae in 〈Unfair Trade〉 too hehe
Looking at the shirt Han Yeoreum wore in the photo, SweetWatermelon smiled in deep satisfaction.
‘It’s literally exactly the same as the one I’m wearing!’
For the other two actors in 〈Youth Disqualified!〉, getting outfit information was incredibly easy.
For Choo Gaeul, posts kept going up on the SNS of the specific brand she modeled for, and luxury goods were obvious from the logo alone.
So Dami also reposted tagged sponsor stories onto her own SNS.
‘The problem is Yeoreum unni....’
Han Yeoreum did what people called rotation styling.
The outfit from Episode 1 reappeared exactly in Episode 4, the shoes from the teaser were worn throughout the whole broadcast, and she only had one coat.
There wasn’t much formal outfit information, but among drama fans the one getting the most attention for styling was Han Yeoreum.
[MovieDramaActor TALK]
[The 〈Youth Disqualified!〉 cast’s character interpretation is so insane it makes it even more fun]
You can totally tell what their personalities are just from the outfits LOLOLOL it’s fun checking every episode’s styling too
Anonymous 1: this guy-chasing girl in my circle literally dresses exactly like Dami T_T LOLOLOLOL maybe there’s some unspoken rule that you need so damn a different ribbon in your hair every day
Anonymous 12: chills, same here everyone around me has ribbons too;
Anonymous 4: Gwangpung looks like she dresses really well, the fit is good too, kinda hard to Son Minsoo her but it’s satisfying by proxy.. haha
Anonymous 8: what made me think Han Yeoreum herself really understands the character is how she keeps styling with just one pair of shoes + one coat, that’s actually so smart. If she’d kept wearing N-brand stuff from her ad model days or taken sponsored outfits from other places, it wouldn’t have felt this much like Na Yuna’s color right now... because it makes no sense for someone who works multiple part-time jobs and refreshes her bank balance every day to wear a shirt worth hundreds of dollars LOLOL
Anonymous 17: Yupyupyup I thought the same.. female leads who are always dirt poor somehow live with three thousand bags piled up f*ck LOLOLOL
Anonymous 22: even the black hair tie on Han Yeoreum’s wrist has this lived-in feel, if you look closely it’s stretched out a little LMAO (photo capture.jpg)
Anonymous 28: holy shit I didn’t even notice that, the detail is insane..
SweetWatermelon was deeply immersed in the comment reactions when a new notification popped up on her phone.
[B-bly “Same-day shipping 〈Youth Disqualified!〉 Na Yuna daily loose-fit soft check shirt...” Are you satisfied with your purchase? Leave a valuable review and receive 300 points!]
She tapped the notification and entered B-bly.
She had to leave a review.
Kim X-young: ★★★★★
Fast shipping and the fit is pretty haha even my friends said it was a good buy
Lee X-hee: ★★★★★
Great for throwing on every day T_T impulse-bought it after watching the drama, everyone just buy it without hesitating
Park X-ha: ★★★★★
Seriously a tattoo-level staple item, whenever I don’t know what to wear I just throw this on yup the only downside is I so damn see it everywhere on the street lately? but I guess there’s a reason it sold so much
The review page was already overflowing with satisfied comments.
In 〈Youth Disqualified!〉, Han Yeoreum had pushed the shirt itself as part of Na Yuna’s identity.
The colors were all mild—beige, khaki, gray—but the loose fit that seemed to softly fall over the body strangely stirred people’s desire to buy.
[Humor Board / The lecture hall situation caused an optical illusion.jpg]
(five people wearing the 〈Youth Disqualified!〉 Na Yuna shirt.jpg)
FYI apparently this isn’t engineering lol
-LMAO ah the Na Yuna shirt f*ck
-that’s literally our school app V^___^V but it is pretty.. I bought it too
-Han Yeoreum’s casual clothes too, she lowkey dresses really well
‘And it’s not just this.’
By now SweetWatermelon was also wearing N-brand’s new spring release, already nicknamed “Pi Chaewon sneakers.”
She had first come to love Han Yeoreum when she was in her first year of high school, back when everyone at school had been obsessed with 〈The Cherry on the Parfait Belongs to the Heroine〉.
“Hey. You watch this too?”
“What is it?”
At the time, 〈ParCheHi〉 had reached syndromic popularity among middle and high school students, creating countless Pi Chaewon imitators.
Han Yeoreum’s sneakers back then, the cardigan she wore, her full bangs and long straight hair.
After that came the brooch from the Ruel mint carpet, the red dye color from 〈Faster Than the Law〉, the ALAB hair ampoule, the lip product from 〈EmBubu〉, the D-brand blusher from the year-end awards red carpet—
SweetWatermelon bought every single thing Han Yeoreum ever made trend.
Then came the music playlist Han Yeoreum had posted on her SNS story, the Taiwanese movie she had mentioned liking in an interview, even the passport case she had been carrying at the airport.
Every new N-brand seasonal release already filled her wardrobe.
She had even bought the white long padded coat from N-brand that Han Yeoreum wore to a fan signing last year.
‘Unni was so cute that day....’
The moment she recalled the article photos from then, SweetWatermelon’s brows furrowed.
‘Even though I failed the fan signing lottery...!’
That was right.
Despite being Han Yeoreum’s debut-era fan, SweetWatermelon had never once seen her in person.
Back then she had been a high school student, so it was hard to follow offline schedules.
She had diligently applied for award-show fan seats and fan signings, but failed every single one.
She had even gone to the birthday café in Daehakro, only for Han Yeoreum to appear after SweetWatermelon had already left with the special merch because she had cram school.
That day, she had cried even while grading her mock exam.
But at last, even SweetWatermelon—the icon of failure—had finally found a chance for fortune to strike.
“This must all have happened... just for this day....”
As SweetWatermelon typed her review with full sincerity, someone wearing the same Na Yuna shirt crossed her field of vision.
But she did not feel embarrassed at all about matching outfits.
‘The whole world... is Han Yeoreum....’
If anything, as a Summer Day member, it filled her with pride.
She looked warmly at the person in the same shirt—
and then sensed the presence of a man nearby looking in almost the exact same way she was.
“Oh.”
It was Han Taeyang, Han Yeoreum’s younger brother—and her classmate.
When their eyes met, Han Yeoreum’s brother waved.
“Park Sumin, hey.” ƒгeewёbnovel.com
SweetWatermelon stretched out her hand toward the very medium through which she could finally strike it rich: Han Yeoreum’s brother.
“This is the one you told me about back then, right?”
“Y-yeah, wait a sec.”
She already had signatures of all types, and had even gotten the signed special item from the birthday café held during Han Yeoreum’s brother’s graduation.
But what SweetWatermelon really wanted was the brand of the wrist support Han Yeoreum had worn during the Han River live stage of 〈Youth Disqualified!〉.
Because only the very edge of it had peeked out from under her sleeve while she played guitar, she had never been able to track it down.
Click!
SweetWatermelon quickly took a photo so the brand name on Han Yeoreum’s wrist support could be clearly seen.
“Okay... here. Take it.”
“Just keep it. You’re a Han Yeoreum fan anyway.”
“No.”
At SweetWatermelon’s firm refusal, Han Yeoreum’s brother looked puzzled.
With trembling hands, she carefully returned the wrist support.
“It’s... okay. You really don’t have to give it to me.”
“You sure? Your voice is shaking.”
“Anyway, thanks.”
SweetWatermelon had a very big dream.
One day, by complete coincidence, she would meet Yeoreum unni, casually bring up Han Taeyang as if it had just come to mind, hear something like, “You go to the same school as my younger brother? Then you must study really hard. How admirable....”
Then she’d hear, “Please stay close with my brother from now on too.”
Later she might occasionally appear in interviews as “my little brother’s cute friend,” then eventually they’d drink coffee together, celebrate birthdays together—
in other words, her ambition was to absolutely build personal closeness.
So she absolutely could not act too familiar with Han Yeoreum’s brother.
If he realized she had such an elaborate plan, he might run away.
SweetWatermelon tucked her still-maintained Yeon Huijae bob behind her ear.
Thanks to the ALAB hair ampoule, she was probably carrying the same scent as Yeoreum unni.
‘It’d be a problem if I looked too much like a fangirl.’
The answer was to look like an ordinary fan while hiding the deeper feelings.
Park Sumin was determined never to let anyone discover that she herself was “SweetWatermelon” from Summer Day.
“Han Taeyang, let’s go grab food.”
“Sure.”
SweetWatermelon’s N-year project had quietly begun behind Han Yeoreum’s younger brother’s back.
* * *
Inside the recording booth, enclosed by thick soundproof walls, the recording engineer was already waiting.
Beside him sat the sound director for 〈Youth Disqualified!〉.
The ratings for 〈Youth Disqualified!〉 had been steadily climbing upward.
“If this were stock, it’d be a blue-chip.”
“There you go again.”
“Why? Look at this, Director. No crazy spikes, no sudden crashes. This kind of graph means you trust it and hold no matter what.”
By now, 〈Youth Disqualified!〉 had surpassed 10% ratings.
Not ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) only the viewers who had come in since the vlog era, but more and more people who empathized with the characters played by Han Yeoreum, Choo Gaeul, and So Dami were joining, thickening the core audience layer.
Because of that, even the near-live shooting set no longer felt exhausting.
Despite the tight schedule, everyone was united.
“Ah, I’m dying from exhaustion, seriously.”
Even the sound director, with dark circles hanging to his chin, had a smile on his face.
If anything, he looked strangely excited for the narration recording about to begin.
‘Fair enough.’
The recording engineer could understand that unfamiliar reaction.
The narration work for 〈Youth Disqualified!〉 had quietly become one of the schedules he looked forward to most too.
“Hello!”
Today’s main character entered right on time.
As always, Han Yeoreum had arrived earlier than scheduled and bowed politely.
“Hi, Yeoreum-ssi.”
“I’ll drink some water first and warm up my throat a bit, then go in. Is that okay?”
“Yes, thank you!”
The mood of the studio changed just from one person entering.
Once inside, Han Yeoreum picked up the headset.
“Okay, let’s start from Chapter Three. The 12 minute 30 second section.”
The red REC lamp lit up.
One of the key reasons behind 〈Youth Disqualified!〉’s popularity was, naturally, the monologue sections.
The sentences, carrying So Yesol’s signature calmness, made it feel as though one were secretly reading someone else’s diary.
Honesty was a weapon with a 100% hit rate.
It slipped into the cracks and left a perfect mark in the heart.
All the protagonists of 〈Youth Disqualified!〉 were like that.
“The romance of campus life felt to me like another kind of guilt.”
Standing before the microphone, Han Yeoreum calmly laid out Na Yuna’s inner thoughts.
Her voice displayed in a steady decibel line across the monitor.
“Why does the inferiority you feel from small things get even worse once you enter university? As the world widened, the number of people I had to compare myself to increased. Maybe it’s because the foundation of my youth feels like it rests on my parents.”
The engineer adjusted the levels expressionlessly.
Only a single pane of glass separated inside and outside the booth.
“What’s nothing to others feels like luxury to me....”
And yet strangely, the more Han Yeoreum’s Na Yuna spoke, the more it felt as though the wall clearly standing in front of him was slowly crumbling.
“When I say my age, there are people who ask, ‘Then isn’t this your fourth attempt, not your third?’ And when they do, I naturally think, ah... this person must have only worried about getting accepted when they applied.”
There was nothing surprising about the precision of her diction, clear enough to feel like subtitles were appearing.
This wasn’t even the first recording session.
And yet somehow, he found himself listening more and more deeply to Han Yeoreum’s monologue.
The engineer once remembered hearing Han Yeoreum on the radio.
It was the day she had read listener stories together with Yun Hyeonjo.
“She’s good.”
“Right? She should do a rom-com one day.”
“She controls her breath transitions so cleanly.”
Back then, while reading with Yun Hyeonjo, the ticklish softness of breathing through the mic had been vividly present.
It had been the tempo unique to someone in love, overflowing with affection.
But Na Yuna now had sighs laid down as her base rhythm.
The kind of voice only people could understand who, whenever they went somewhere nice, ate something expensive, or felt joy beyond the threshold, were inevitably struck by thoughts of their parents and turned bitter.
“People who have never once felt guilt while calculating university application fees are different from those who have.”
The engineer adjusted the headset on his ears.
It was an unconscious act born from wanting to focus even more.
Han Yeoreum’s hand holding the white sheet of paper had prominent knuckles now from weight loss.
Even holding a single sheet looked exhausting.
And even that made it feel as though Na Yuna herself had been brought here intact.
‘How fascinating.’
The recording engineer crossed his arms and watched Han Yeoreum.
‘She really did theater for a long time.... Maybe that’s why.’
There were no props behind her.
No one around her.
And yet, Han Yeoreum completely filled the empty recording studio with Na Yuna alone.
She looked lonely and solitary, but Han Yeoreum did not seem hollow.
She was simply Na Yuna.
Nothing more, nothing less.
