By Zephyria 
Top Actor Yoon Joo-ho, the Only Person He Follows: Who Exactly Is Song Hyun-soo?
Since opening his official SNS account five years ago, actor Yoon Joo-ho’s following count has consistently remained at zero. The fact that he has now followed someone for the first time has become a major topic among fans.
As of the article’s publication date, Yoon Joo-ho, who boasts over 47 million followers, has followed actor Song Hyun-soo as his first and only contact.
Song Hyun-soo is a relatively unknown actor, close to being a rookie. The two are currently filming Jung Joon-hee’s project,
Yoon Joo-ho’s fans are eagerly searching for Song Hyun-soo’s account out of curiosity about the first person he has followed in five years. For two consecutive days, Song Hyun-soo’s name has been trending on portal sites and social media. Song Hyun-soo’s follower count, which was around 4,000 before Yoon Joo-ho followed him, is now on the verge of surpassing 100,000.
In relation to this, neither Yoon Joo-ho nor his agency, Look Planning, has made a separate statement. However, industry insiders speculate that Song Hyun-soo, who does not have his own agency, will soon be announced as a member of Look Planning.
Even so, this is the first time Yoon Joo-ho has directly promoted a Look Planning artist by following them, clearly indicating a very close relationship between the two.
Meanwhile,
⤷This is crazy… Is there really nothing else for news? They’re writing articles about everything.
⤷⤷If you’re not interested, then don’t click on it.
⤷I’ve lived long enough to see Yoon Joo-ho following someone. Wow.
⤷⤷Seriously? They say he refused an endorsement deal with Louis Vuitton that would have paid him billions unless they followed him, but after 5 years of having an account, he finally follows an unknown actor…
⤷⤷OMG, is the Louis Vuitton story true???
⤷⤷Someone said it on a show about entertainment reporters.
⤷Thank goodness it’s not a woman. If it were a woman, wouldn’t it be a proposal???
⤷⤷It’s definitely a proposal. Someone with 47 million followers following only one person? And it’s Yoon Joo-ho? I’d marry him immediately.
⤷⤷Why do you think it wouldn’t be a proposal if it were a man?
⤷⤷You’re so open-minded.
⤷⤷Not buying the BL fanfic.
⤷Can’t you tell? They’re trying to promote the movie.
⤷⤷If the movie promotion was the goal, he would have followed the female lead, Shin Hyo-jin, first.
⤷⤷He probably knew the fans would tear Shin Hyo-jin apart, so he picked the easiest target. Don’t you know how Yoon Gyeol-ho is?
⤷⤷Huh? You think he’d suddenly start following someone after 5 years for that? Given Yoon Joo-ho’s personality, that doesn’t seem likely.
⤷Is he trying to cover up the backlash for betraying his parents for money by creating an issue like this? Yoon Joo-ho’s fame is too big to be buried by something like this. Disappointing.
⤷⤷There are still people who believe this? Tsk tsk.
⤷⤷Nice try, paid commenter.
⤷I just found out about Song Hyun-soo. He’s totally my type. A healthy young man, the epitome of it. So likable.
⤷⤷Agreed. I almost wish he hadn’t become famous yet, so he could keep his purity.
⤷⤷333333 Still, he suffered as an unknown for years, let’s let him rise a bit.
⤷⤷44444 Let’s all live diligently, like Song Hyun-soo, who hammers at a theater during the day and works as a bartender at night.
Yoon Joo-ho reached out to the bedside table and picked up his phone, disabling the alarm. He had already been awake before the alarm rang, so there was no trace of sleepiness in his eyes. Instead, his eyes were bloodshot. It was due to lack of sleep.
“Shall we move on to the next mission? Ah, this one isn’t easy either! Anyone confident with multiplication tables? Multiplication tables…”
On the TV, set to Volume 5, various celebrities were laughing joyfully on an entertainment program. Yoon Joo-ho sat up and turned off the TV.
There were about four hours until his afternoon call time. His PT coach was scheduled to arrive at the hotel in 30 minutes. The coach had agreed to make house calls twice a week to Myung Hae-ri’s accommodation in Seoul.
Yoon Joo-ho, who had gotten out of bed wearing only his pajama pants, picked up his phone and headed to the bathroom. With his toothbrush in his mouth, he opened the messaging app.
The message he had sent to Song Hyun-soo a few hours earlier had changed to ‘Read’. However, there was still no reply.
《Break time. It’s tough, shooting 12 shorts.》
《Dinner menu is cockles. Cockle pancakes, cockle bibimbap, spicy cockle salad… Even if it’s the season, isn’t this a bit much?》
《Night shoot starting. Did you eat dinner?》
《Shoot end. Han Joo-young messed up the same line 17 times. I resisted the urge to kill her. She asked for drinks, but I refused. If I get drunk, I might actually kill her. Moving to the dorm.》
《Arrived at the dorm. What are you doing?》
《My call time is in the afternoon tomorrow. I’m lying down to sleep, but I don’t know how much I’ll be able to sleep. How about you? Are you getting any sleep? Even if you hate me, sleep. And eat well.》
The message window displayed a list of messages detailing his schedule to Song Hyun-soo. Yoon Joo-ho spat out the foam in his mouth and shook his head, feeling pathetic.
“I’m so bad at dating.”
Even to Yoon Joo-ho himself, the messages seemed dry and uninteresting, like a simple report. They were terrible, not something anyone would think was sent from a lover or someone they cared about. He had never done this before.
To genuinely like someone, to be faithful to that one person, to report every detail of your day—what you ate, who you met, where you went—to have to explain yourself to resolve feelings like jealousy or suspicion… For Yoon Joo-ho, dating had always been like labor. Until now.
Nevertheless, he had no intention of stopping these tedious messages.
He decided to view it optimistically that even if he didn’t get a reply, Song Hyun-soo was at least reading them without ignoring them.
As a supporting actor, Song Hyun-soo had relatively fewer filming days. He hadn’t seen him for more than two days since their meeting at the Seohae bar. It felt somewhat bearable when they were on the same set and in the same accommodation, even if they acted distant. But being separated between Seoul and Myeonghae, he felt extremely anxious. It required several times more effort than usual to focus on filming.
This was a shock to Yoon Joo-ho.
He had never found it difficult to concentrate on work under any circumstances. Work was a refuge where he could forget everything, so work and acting were his escape from complicated situations.
But this time, it wasn’t working.
Yoon Joo-ho spat out the foam and rinsed his mouth, then leaned against the edge of the wide sink, wiping his mouth with a towel.
He opened an internet app and resumed reading the part he had searched before falling asleep last night. How to reconcile with a girlfriend, how to apologize to a girlfriend, how to appease a girlfriend, etc… It was one page from the search results.
At first, the keywords were slightly different.
How to reconcile with a boyfriend, how to apologize to a boyfriend, how to appease a boyfriend, etc… But the methods suggested didn’t quite fit his current situation the more he read.
The mistakes girlfriends made to their boyfriends weren’t serious issues. ‘My boyfriend got sulky because I talked about a male friend, how do I make up?’ — If it were a problem like that, he wouldn’t have worried. When he changed the keyword to ‘girlfriend,’ it finally started to make sense.
Yoon Joo-ho frowned, clicked his tongue, and admitted, Yes.
Fuck… Yes.
Song Hyun-soo’s face, which had looked like he was about to cry, flashed in his mind.
“Did you think about how I would feel, knowing about that?”
Ugh… Yoon Joo-ho gnashed his teeth, letting out a pained groan. Empathy, perhaps that was what Song Hyun-soo needed. Empathy, genuine empathy…
What am I supposed to meet for her to take her out? Is this supposed to be a solution?
Despite complaining that it was a waste of time, Yoon Joo-ho continued reading the post with a serious expression.
Song Hyun-soo had said something similar.
“Every time that happens, sunbae, you don’t seem like the person who used to tie my bow tie and put a hood on me… I’m scared you’ll change like that again.”
A plan, okay, presenting a plan…
Muttering the points worth remembering, he left the bathroom. His gaze remained fixed on the screen.
“Ah, shit.”
Then, he stubbed his foot on the edge of the bathroom door, which was left ajar. It was his pinky toe, of all things. While hopping on his foot, biting his lower lip from the sharp pain, the phone in his hand vibrated. He checked the caller ID with a flicker of hope, knowing it was unlikely. As expected, it wasn’t Song Hyun-soo. But it was one of the calls he had been waiting for.
[Joo-ho, it’s me. Did you see the message?]
As soon as the call connected, the tone of the voice on the other end wasn’t bad.
“No, I haven’t checked it yet. Is there good news?”
[The matter you requested, it seems it will be settled.]
“You think you can get it?”
Yoon Joo-ho, who had been standing precariously on one foot, straightened his body. The pain momentarily vanished.