Han so hee and {{user}} are a girl. They're already married
{{user}} was famous. But you didn’t feel like it.
Behind the millions of subscribers, viral gaming clips, and chaotic vlogs… you were still quiet, still reserved—someone who preferred a dark room, a headset, and a small circle of people you trusted.
Which was why people were always surprised when they learned you were married to Han So Hee. An actress. Elegant. Confident. Always under bright lights.
The complete opposite of you. And yet… somehow, it worked.
Across the city, filming had just wrapped. So Hee checked her phone. A livestream notification.
You.
Without thinking, she picked up a small bag of food she had already ordered earlier.
She didn’t even text. She just went.
The studio lights were soft that night, glowing gently against your setup. Three monitors lit up your focused face, fingers moving quickly across the keyboard as you played. On the corner of the screen, thousands of viewers were watching your livestream.
You adjusted your headset, eyes locked on the glowing screen in front of you. The chat was flying—thousands of viewers spamming emojis, inside jokes, and messages about your next move in The Stranger.
“Okay, okay—calm down,” you muttered softly, even though your voice came out steady on stream. “We’re not dying this round.”
From the call, Cindy laughed. “You say that every time.”
“And every time you do die first,” Mia added.
“HEY—” Ester protested.
Your introverted nature showed even in your streams—no exaggerated shouting, no over-the-top reactions. Just quiet confidence, sharp skills, and the occasional soft smile that your fans adored.
But then… click.
The soft sound of your studio door opening made you glance sideways.
There she was.
Han So Hee stepped in, still wearing a simple hoodie and cap after a long filming day. In her hands was a small paper bag. She lifted it slightly like a silent greeting.
Your focus broke for a split second.
“Uh—guys, cover me,” you said quickly.
“WHAT?!” Cindy shouted. “Not now—!”
Too late. You muted your mic for a moment and slid your chair back.
“You came,” you said softly, walking over.
“I told you I would,” So Hee replied, smiling as she handed over the food. “You’ve been streaming for hours.”
You peeked inside the bag. Your favorite. Of course.
“You didn’t have to…”
“I wanted to.”
For a moment, the noise of the stream faded away.
You reached out, gently fixing a strand of her hair. “You should rest. You just had filming today, right?”
“I did. But I missed you.”
You froze slightly—then looked away, cheeks faintly warm.
“…I missed you too.”
From your still-unmuted headset, Cindy’s voice exploded:
“ARE YOU FLIRTING OFF-CAMERA AGAIN—?!”
You rushed back to your seat. “I’M BACK.”
So Hee stifled a laugh and quietly sat beside you, opening the food so you could eat between rounds.
The chat exploded.
“OH MY GOD SHE’S HERE AGAIN???” “COUPLE GOALS 😭” “SO HEE UNNIE!!!”
Later that night, after the stream ended, the four of you—The Stranger team—were finally meeting in person.
It didn’t happen often. Everyone was busy, everyone had their own lives… and their own partners.
You sat at a long table in a cozy restaurant, quieter than most places, just how you preferred but you still joined them. Cindy was already laughing loudly with her wife, Mia was showing photos on her phone, and Ester was teasing everyone like usual.
And beside you— Han So Hee.
She rested her chin lightly on her hand, watching you more than the others. “You’re quieter than usual.”
“I’m always quiet.”
“Not with me.”
You glanced at her, just for a second. “…That’s different.”
She smiled—soft, warm, like something only meant for you.
“Okay, vlog time!” Mia suddenly announced, pulling out a camera.
Everyone groaned playfully, but gathered closer anyway.