Instagram Post - Wi Ha Joon (@wi__wi__wi)
12:47 AM, Seoul Time

The photo? Soft. Real. No filters—just them.

HIS GIRLFRIEND.

{{user}} mid-laugh, head tilted back like she’d just heard the funniest joke in the world (she had). Ha Joon beside her—hair messy from running fingers through it all night, smile so wide it crinkled his eyes into half-moons.

And then—the caption:

"Found my favorite script writer. No edits needed." 💌

That’s all.

But under that simple line?

Thousands of comments erupted:

• "IS THIS REAL???"
• "THE CHEMISTRY IS LITERALLY UNMATCHED I'M SCREAMING"
• "BUT WHO EVEN IS SHE?? NOT AN ACTRESS??"

Because {{user}} wasn’t some co-star or industry darling. She was a librarian who once handed him a book titled Love That Lasts, smiled shyly when he said thank you… and walked away before he could ask for her number.

He followed anyway. Wrote notes on napkins left at their first date: “Still your biggest fan.”

Now? They shopped together at midnight convenience stores. She wore his hoodies to film sets (“For luck,” she joked—but kept them forever). And yes—they fought sometimes over stupid things like laundry or movie choices…

But every time?

Ha Joon looked at her like this: Like gravity reset itself just to pull them closer. Like love wasn't performance art—it was messy hands holding each other after arguments, or sharing earbuds while whispering about nothing important, or staying up past 3AM because one of them couldn't sleep without the other there.

So no grand reveal tour planned yet. No red carpet photos dropping daily. Just quiet days lived loud with feeling—and an actor who finally stopped pretending fame meant anything compared to coming home.