Superstar 800
by Cristae– The ticket??
– It was literally right there a minute ago!
– It just… vanished?
– This isn’t clickbait or trolling from Yeonghwagaek, huh…
As the livestream showed Yeonghwagaek, pale as a ghost, frantically flipping over every corner of his room, viewers quickly realized—this was the real deal. A full-on disaster.
– Didn’t he carefully put it back in the envelope?
– Yeah, and we didn’t see it again after that.
– 22 No one really thought to pay attention.
– 33 I mean, who expects someone to lose a ticket inside their own house?
– 44 You lose remotes, phones, wallets, car keys… but this?
– Ah… he does lose things a lot, doesn’t he…
CRASH! BAM!
The sounds of blankets, possibly the entire bed, being tossed echoed through the stream.
“My ticket!!”
came a shriek.
– Yeah… this is serious.
Even the viewers, who normally delighted in teasing Yeonghwagaek over every minor blunder, had gone solemn.
– This isn’t even funny anymore, it’s just heartbreaking.
– How does someone lose a fan signing ticket, like… HOW.
– The weirdest part is we all saw it with him. Where the hell did it go?
– Someone summon that “Ffffpppp” time wizard.
– 22 Yeah, roll back time please.
– What if this is all just a dream?
– That’s it. We’re all in the same dream. Collective delusion!
Just then, Ding!—a donation came in with a voice chat message.
Yeonghwagaek immediately snapped his head up. His hair, now completely disheveled from his frenzy, made him look truly unhinged.
“The delivery containers…?”
His eyes gleamed.
– Ohhh. That might be it.
– The ticket was on the desk. Could’ve been buried under the food containers!
“Then the kitchen…!”
Yeonghwagaek bolted out of the room like his life depended on it.
– I have never seen him move that fast lol
– I want to see too… bring the cameraeeeee 😭
– But like… what if it’s not in the kitchen?
– Then it’s over, fam 💀
– What now, Yeonghwagaek… ㅠㅠㅠ
– This is wild. It already made the news. (link)
[Breaking: Film reviewer Yeonghwagaek causes a scene (Live)]
[Yeonghwagaek loses Lee Seo-jun’s fan signing ticket! (Still unfolding)]
[Where did Seo-jun’s missing ticket go?!]
– A scandal? What did he do?
= Just when I thought he’d been doing well on stream… smh
= Well… he did do something… It’s technically a scandal…
= …Because the only victim is himself. LOL
– (Echoing) YEONGHWAGAEK LOSES LEE SEO-JUN FAN SIGNING TICKET LIVE!! (Echo)
= Excuse me, WHAT??
= What the heck are you talking about? Who loses… a ticket???
= Wait—Seo-jun? Fan signing? Ticket???
– This has to be a joke. There’s no way out of everything, he lost that ticket.
= And during a livestream??
= If this is a troll move, it’s A+++ quality lmao
= Sadly… this is still ongoing. (YouTube link to Yeonghwagaek’s livestream)
= Ugh… it’s real??
The viewer count on Yeonghwagaek’s livestream surged. The keywords “LIVE” and “currently happening” drew people in to witness the chaos in real time.
Normally, Yeonghwagaek would’ve been thrilled about more viewers. But today… that was the last thing on his mind.
“I-I checked the kitchen too… it’s not there…”
– What the heck…
– Did you check the delivery bag?
“It wasn’t in there… I looked in the trash, the fridge, under the living room couch… I checked everywhere…”
– Wow… he really went all out looking…
– At this point, it’s like the ticket vanished into thin air.
As longtime viewers sighed in genuine sympathy,
– Wait, what happened?
– 22 Yeah, can someone explain?
– Where’s the ticket??
New arrivals began asking questions, and those who had been watching from the beginning filled them in:
– Yeonghwagaek proudly showed off his Seo-jun fan signing ticket. He carefully placed it into an envelope.
– None of us saw this coming… not even a hint…
– 22 It was the calm before the storm.
– He cleared his desk to eat > got yukhoe delivery > ate > cleaned up > and the ticket was gone.
– ?There’s a missing step in there?
– Nope. That’s literally what happened.
– “It was there… and now it’s gone.” Actually happened.
Then, Yeonghwagaek hung his head.
Through the speakers, a soft hic… was heard. His shoulders trembled.
– …Is he crying?
– Is he really crying??
The sight stunned everyone into stillness. Fingers hovering over keyboards paused mid-type.
“I-I’m not… crying…”
– …He’s definitely crying.
The sniffles were real. Old fans and newcomers alike grew quiet.
Because everyone had been there before—
Losing something precious.
A corrupted hard drive.
A lost USB.
A term paper that vanished after a computer crash because it wasn’t saved.
Then suddenly, a donation alert sounded—
and a male viewer’s calm, warm voice filled the air. It snapped everyone out of the sorrow like a splash of cold water.
‼️
The chat reacted before Yeonghwagaek could.
– Right!! We have the video!
– If we figure out when it disappeared, we can guess where it went!!
– We’ll help too!!!
That voice—and the support in the chat—pulled Yeonghwagaek back to his senses.
“…Thank you.”
He muted the mic, blew his nose, splashed water on his face, and returned with a determined expression.
“Alright. Let’s review the footage. Everyone, I’ll need your help.”
With a deep bow, Yeonghwagaek opened the recorded stream on his monitor.
From the moment he placed the ticket into the envelope, everyone watched with unblinking eyes.
They saw him tidy the desk.
Ding-dong—the doorbell rang.
He picked up his phone, and then—
– The envelope!!
– It went into the pocket!!
Clear as day, the camera caught him absentmindedly slipping the envelope into the pocket of his jacket.
– Wait. He didn’t know??
“No… not at all…”
It must’ve been muscle memory. An unconscious move.
– We need to check if the envelope’s still in his pocket when he comes back in.
– 22 If it’s not, it’s gotta be outside.
They fast-forwarded the video to the part where Yeonghwagaek reentered his room holding the delivery bag.
– It’s gone!!
“It’s gone!!”
Just moments earlier, the white envelope had been clearly sticking out of his jacket pocket—but now, in the footage of him returning, it was nowhere to be seen.
“It’s outside!!”
But… wait. Not so fast!
Though mentally already halfway out the door, Yeonghwagaek was still a YouTuber at heart—and his viewers demanded coverage. So, he launched a livestream on his phone and switched to IRL mode.
Out he went, through the front door, with the chat following every shaky step.
Between his place and the neighbor’s? Nothing.
He was just about to fall into despair when—
– OOOOH!!
– Check the elevator!!
Hope rekindled, Yeonghwagaek pressed the elevator button. The lift began its slow crawl up from the first floor.
– Why is it SO SLOW!!
It wasn’t, but time seemed to stretch forever for both streamer and chat.
At last, the doors slid open…
But the inside was spotless. Not even a hint of a white envelope.
“Then I’ll check the stairwell next.”
– If it slipped through the railing, it could’ve dropped all the way down.
– Don’t know which floor he lives on, but… fighting, Yeonghwagaek.
“Thank you. I’ll do my best.”
Turns out—he lived on the 17th floor.
Down he went, one flight at a time, scanning every stairwell, corridor, and corner. Carefully avoiding pointing the camera toward other apartments, he searched thoroughly.
But as he neared the ground floor, he hadn’t seen a single thing—
Not even a white scrap of trash.
– Wow, it’s really clean. Nice janitorial team.
– No way they cleaned this late, right?
– Maybe someone found it… and threw it away?
– Oh no. We have to check the trash area later ㅠ
“Yeah… we should.”
– Not sure if I should be happy or sad we have one more place to check…
– BTW when does trash pickup happen where you live?
“Um…”
Yeonghwagaek paused.
His face turned pale… again.
“…Today.”
– …YOU’RE KIDDING…!
– He’s gonna end up digging through the landfill 😭
– RUN, Yeonghwagaek!!
AAAAAAHHH!
Unable to scream in the quiet evening, he howled silently in his soul and started racing down the stairs—
– AAAAAAAAACK!!
– GO GO GO!!
His chat screamed for him as he bolted downward.
– White! Something white back there!
– There’s another white thing on the right!
– Why is there SO MUCH TRASH?!
“Because it’s a trash station!!!”
In the end, Yeonghwagaek and his viewers made it all the way to the trash area.
“Wait? Wait, wait—”
Wait wait waaaait!?
And then—finally.
They found it.
That familiar white envelope.
Still trembling, Yeonghwagaek cautiously opened it with both hands, not daring to celebrate too early.
Inside, untouched and perfectly intact, was the very thing they’d searched so desperately for:
The ticket to Lee Seo-jun’s very first fan signing.
“WAAAH!! I FOUND IT!!”
– Wow. He actually found it.
– It’s amazing he even got this far. What kind of journey was that LOL
– Maybe the delivery guy thought it was trash? Or a security guard tossed it from the lobby?
– Or another resident.
– Either way, thank goodness he found it. If that thing had gone to the landfill, it would’ve been game over 💀
– Honestly, if that one viewer hadn’t spoken up, we’d still be mourning. We wouldn’t have thought to check the footage.
– That would’ve been a straight shot to the landfill LMAO
– Where is that guy anyway?
– His voice was seriously good… +_+
The man with the very good voice.
Seo-jun smiled as he watched Yeonghwagaek, laughing through near-tears with the precious ticket clutched in hand, while viewers clapped and cheered.
He’d just finished dinner with his parents and noticed his name trending in articles.
‘Huh? What happened?’
He tilted his head in confusion just as a BananaTalk message came in from Tae-woo hyung, complete with a summary of the hilarious ticket-losing saga from Yeonghwagaek’s livestream.
So Seo-jun tuned in himself.
‘Well… I guess I’ll lend a tiny bit of help.’
He’d hopped into the Life Library to briefly calm his mind—and found a little ability to help. Of course, he didn’t forget to disguise his voice.
[Thank you, everyone.]
Yeonghwagaek, now clutching the ticket with solemn reverence, spoke in a voice thick with emotion.
– Ah~ Honestly, if I knew where Yeonghwagaek lived, I would’ve taken it for myself LOL
– 22 That could’ve been my ticket!!
– 33 So close! Ugh!!!
– Are all of you tsunderes or what? LOL
– Right?! You were all seriously stressed helping him find it just now and now you’re acting like this lol
– ?? Us? When?
At the chat’s classic “denial-mode” shift, Seo-jun chuckled and finally closed the stream. He opened his script—the English-language script for New Eclipse.
School, fan signing, fan meeting…
He had a lot on his plate. But at the end of the day, he was an actor.
Seo-jun picked up his pen and, as always, began studying his script with a serious expression.
And so, that wild November came to an end.
December—final month of the year—began.
It was packed: his first fan signing, awards season events…
But this December felt even more special than usual.
“Wow. This really is it.”
Kim Joo-kyung and Yang Joo-hee stared out at the school they’d attended for four years.
Today was their final exam. The last day of class.
Their last visit to Korea National University of Arts.
‘Of course, the graduation ceremony’s in February.’
But from here on, they’d be full-time actors. With filming and rehearsals starting up, it was anyone’s guess whether they’d even be able to attend that February ceremony.
“Want me to take a picture?”
Seo-jun, quietly watching the moment unfold, lifted his phone and asked. At that, Yang Joo-hee grinned brightly.
“If we’re taking pictures, let’s all be in them!”
“Totally!”
“Group shots and solo pics—why not both?”
“Ooh, Jeon Sung-min, that’s smart!”
At Sung-min’s comment, Han Ji-ho clapped in admiration while Kang Jae-han and Park Si-young burst into laughter.
And so they did. Together as a group, and solo shots of Kim Joo-kyung and Yang Joo-hee.
With the familiar corners of campus as their backdrop—places they’d passed through for four years—they captured the last photos of their student lives.
“Joo-hee unnie! Joo-kyung unnie! Can we take photos with you too?”
“Of course!”
Hearing their respected seniors were graduating, junior acting majors gathered to snap photos with them too.
“Yang Joo-hee’s graduating already?!”
“Let’s take a pic with her!”
True to her nickname “network queen,” students from other departments passing by also joined in. Some were from frequent collaborators like Art or Film, but others weren’t.
“Who were they?”
“Vocal majors.”
…Vocal majors?
No one could figure out how an acting student like Yang Joo-hee had ended up befriending vocal majors.
Her social web was just that deep and unpredictable.
After a whirlwind photo session—
Kim Joo-kyung and Yang Joo-hee stepped outside the Korea National University of Arts.
Now that they were no longer students and wouldn’t be returning, the moment hit differently. A strange mix of pride and nostalgia.
But then—
“What should we eat for lunch?”
“Pasta? Pizza?”
“Pizza sounds great!”
“Meat. Let’s get meat.”
“Meat sounds even better!”
“Ji-ho, you’re down for anything as long as it’s food, huh?”
The familiar banter from their friends made Joo-kyung and Joo-hee laugh again.
“Joo-kyung, Joo-hee—what do you guys want?”
“How about steak pizza?”
“Oooh!!”
Even if they graduated first… no matter what happened from here on out, their friends would still be right there with them.