“No way, it couldn’t be,” Jung Hyunjae muttered under his breath, the words slipping out as his eyes locked onto the massive truck rolling into view.
A memory flickered—a casual remark someone had tossed out days ago: “I’m sending something to the set, so be ready.”
Could this be it?
Even if it wasn’t what they meant, only that guy could pull off something on this scale.
No one else came close to explaining the sheer audacity of it all.
“Hyunjae, what in the world…”
Han Jungwoo’s voice wavered, his usual composure rattled by the sight of the colossal truck.
“I’m just as lost as you are, hyung,” Hyunjae replied, his brows knitting together.
“I was told it’d just be some simple meals and snacks…” Jungwoo trailed off, clearly blindsided.
Evidently, no one at the company had been clued in on a production of this magnitude.
He probably downplayed it to the agency, knowing how much I hate pointless extravagance, Hyunjae thought, a wry smile tugging at his lips.
Clever bastard.
“Over here, please, this way!” a man in a sharp black suit barked, orchestrating a small army of staff with military precision.
He was unmistakably the one in charge, his authority radiating effortlessly.
“Excuse me…”
Hyunjae approached cautiously.
“Greetings, sir!”
The man turned, offering a crisp bow, his demeanor polished to a fault.
“Hello. But, uh, what’s all this?”
Hyunjae gestured toward the chaos unfolding around the truck.
“Our young master sent this specially for you. Chefs from the Baekje Hotel have brought an entire buffet to serve you, and the coffee truck over there has a world-champion barista personally brewing drinks…”
In short, it was a lavish spread of food, coffee, and snacks—but the adjectives attached to it all were dazzling enough to make Hyunjae’s head spin.
“Wow, what is this?”
“Is that a whole tuna over there? Are they serious?”
“Whose fans sent this? Gotta be Taehwan’s, right?”
The crew milling about the set couldn’t tear their eyes away from the spectacle—the truck, the swarm of staff, the sheer opulence of it all.
“Oh, I almost forgot something important,” the suited man said suddenly, striding toward the truck’s driver.
After a brief exchange, the truck’s side panel slid shut with a mechanical whirr, revealing a massive banner strung across its side.
[Congratulations ★ Park Kyungho’s nephew, Actor Jung Hyunjae, on your debut! ★]
Hyunjae’s face flushed crimson, and he buried it in his hands, mortified.
“Wait, this is all for Hyunjae? What’s with this scale?!”
“Wow, thanks for the feast!”
The banner, bold as a billboard, made it crystal clear to everyone on set that this was a tribute to Hyunjae.
“Haha, enjoy the food, everyone!” the suited man called out cheerfully.
“We’ll let you know when everything’s ready, so please relax for now.”
“Thank you,” Hyunjae managed, his voice tinged with resignation.
Knowing this was all Yongmin’s doing—a grand gesture meant for him—Hyunjae decided to accept it graciously.
Filming resumed soon after, and by evening, the meticulously prepared feast was ready.
“Whoa!”
“This is insane!”
“I’ve never seen a spread like this.”
Even veteran staff, who’d seen their fair share of fan support on sets, stood wide-eyed, marveling at the display.
“The quality’s unreal.”
“Is that tuna? Are they doing a live filleting show right here?”
“Look at the shine on those steaks!”
“Lobsters… whole lobsters!”
“Your friend sent all this?” the director asked, his tone a mix of awe and disbelief.
Hyunjae let out an awkward laugh.
“Yeah, he’s… a bit extra.”
“Sounds like his family’s loaded,” the assistant director chimed in, curiosity getting the better of him.
“No way, you know I’m from the countryside,” Hyunjae deflected, shaking his head.
“Everyone knows the real rich folks come from the countryside,” someone teased.
“Yeah, I’ve heard that too!”
“Your uncle’s a vet, right? Bet he’s raking it in.”
Hardly.
Hyunjae stifled a chuckle.
Their little animal hospital barely saw one or two clients a day, mostly elderly folks with their pets.
Kyungho rarely charged them, treating their animals more like friends than customers.
“It’s an old rural clinic. We barely get any visitors,” Hyunjae said, setting the record straight.
“Hyunjae! This is nuts! What’s going on?!”
Jiwon burst onto the scene, his loud enthusiasm cutting through the chatter about money and saving Hyunjae from further interrogation.
“I’ve never seen support like this. Wow!”
Jiwon gushed, already darting toward the food with unrestrained excitement.
“Enjoy!”
Hyunjae called after him.
Yoo Jinseok gave Hyunjae a quick nod before heading to grab a plate himself.
Good thing I talked Yongmin out of doing this during my last drama, Hyunjae thought, a shiver running down his spine at the memory.
He’d insisted it wasn’t necessary for a supporting role, but if this had happened back then… the thought alone was dizzying.
“Hyunjae, we need you for a photo!” someone called out.
“A photo? Sure!”
He struck a pose, only for a nagging thought to hit him as the camera clicked.
Wait, who’s this picture for?
Fan support like this was usually for fans to see, but Hyunjae didn’t exactly have a fanbase.
“Who’s this being sent to?” he asked, frowning.
“To the person who sent the support, of course…” the staff member replied, trailing off as if it were obvious.
“What?”
The idea of Yongmin having a solo shot of him sent a chill through Hyunjae, but it was too late to protest.
“C’mon, hyung, eat! We’ve got an early shoot tomorrow,” someone urged.
“Yeah, yeah,” Hyunjae mumbled, distracted.
“I overheard someone say the steaks are out of this world.”
That day, the crew dubbed it the “legendary support,” a story that would be retold for years to come.
***
In a quiet office, Park Seongho, the director of Forest Drawn by Clouds, sat across from writer Lee Yeonhee, both facing Park Jaehoon.
The air was thick with tension.
“It’s… a bit of a situation, isn’t it?”
Seongho ventured cautiously.
Han Jungwoo’s sudden enlistment had left the drama’s lead role vacant—a catastrophic blow for a production where the protagonist was everything.
For the studio, it was a thunderbolt from a clear sky.
They needed a replacement, and fast.
That’s when Jaehoon caught their eye.
“We know it’s a big ask,” Seongho continued.
“But we heard you haven’t picked your next project yet, so we thought we’d reach out.”
“I’m really confident about this one,” Yeonhee added, her voice brimming with conviction.
Jungwoo was a rising star, no question, but asking Jaehoon to step in as his replacement could ruffle feathers.
It was a gamble, and they knew it.
“No, it’s fine,” Jaehoon said, surprising them.
After reading the script, he’d been the one to request this meeting, eager to learn more about the project.
“I have a few questions about the script,” he said, leaning forward.
“Go ahead, speak freely,” Seongho encouraged, exchanging a glance with Yeonhee.
Jaehoon’s interest was a promising sign—they couldn’t afford to let it slip.
“The ending feels open-ended. Are you planning for a multi-season arc?”
Jaehoon asked, knowing audiences often disliked unresolved conclusions.
“Exactly,” Yeonhee replied. “If it does well, we’re aiming for a seasonal format. Though it could end after one, depending.”
Her words were measured, but her confidence in the script was palpable.
“If it goes to multiple seasons, how far have you planned?”
Jaehoon pressed.
“Season two’s storyline is fully mapped out,” Yeonhee assured him.
Jaehoon nodded thoughtfully.
The “Park Jaehoon drama hit” formula had always weighed heavily on him, making him meticulous—sometimes agonizingly so—in choosing projects.
He’d spend months deliberating, but this script felt different.
It sparked something in him.
“What about the villain’s backstory? Any chance of diving into that?”
“No worries there,” Yeonhee said with a knowing smile.
“Audiences hate when villains get too much sympathy these days. That’s why I focused the narrative on the protagonist.”
Her foresight impressed Jaehoon.
She’d anticipated his concerns and addressed them with clarity.
“The script doesn’t feel heavy, despite the dark themes,” she added.
“Forest Drawn by Clouds is an action thriller where the villains get what’s coming to them in the most satisfying way—high quality, flashy action, and pure catharsis.”
“How far along is the production?”
Jaehoon asked.
“We were set to start shooting in February,” Seongho replied.
“The cast is already training at an action school, given the heavy stunt work,” Yeonhee added.
Jaehoon hesitated.
Deciding this quickly was unlike him, but the fear of missing out on this project gnawed at him.
Finally, he made up his mind.
“Alright… I’ll take the role.”
“Really?” Seongho’s eyes lit up.
“Thank you, truly!”
Yeonhee beamed.
Replacing Jungwoo with Jaehoon was a coup.
The studio had only cast Jungwoo due to pressure from the OTT platform, but Jaehoon’s superior acting and visuals made him their ideal choice.
“The flashback scenes were striking,” Jaehoon noted. “They’ll be tough to pull off.”
“Yeonhee put a lot of effort into those,” Seongho said proudly.
“They’re pivotal for the early twist that hooks the audience,” Yeonhee explained.
“Who’s playing my younger self?”
Jaehoon asked, curious about who’d tackle such a demanding role.
“We weren’t planning on using a child actor,” Seongho admitted.
“What? But he’s supposed to be seventeen in those scenes.”
Jaehoon, nearing his mid-thirties, wasn’t sure he could pull off a high school uniform without it feeling forced, despite his youthful looks.
“You’d look fine in a uniform,” Yeonhee teased.
“Haha, if it’s too much, we can discuss it later,” Seongho said quickly, sensing Jaehoon’s discomfort.
“I’ve always wanted to work with you both,” Jaehoon said warmly.
“It’s an honor to finally collaborate.”
“The honor’s ours,” Seongho replied. “Let’s make this great.”
And just like that, Jaehoon’s casting in Forest Drawn by Clouds was sealed.
Soon after, the news broke:
[[Official] Park Jaehoon to Fill Han Jungwoo’s Shoes in ‘Forest Drawn by Clouds’]
Park Jaehoon has been confirmed to replace Han Jungwoo, who enlisted abruptly, in the highly anticipated Forest Drawn by Clouds.
The series, helmed by a star director and writer, had initially cast Jungwoo, but his sudden departure opened the door for Jaehoon.
The Netflix series boasts a stellar lineup and is set to begin filming after Jaehoon wraps promotions for Blue Sky Spring, slated for a February release.
Comments:
– Love this!
– Park Jaehoon?! I’m crying 😭😭😭
– Hoped he’d do a Netflix project, and here we are. Obsessed.
– When’s Blue Sky Spring out?
– Article says February.
– Thanks!
– Been dying for this. Jaehoon as a prosecutor? Yes, please.
– Blue Sky Spring, now this—always working with top writers.
– It’s Jaehoon. Of course he is.
– No shade, just love!
At the set of Today’s Fruit Shop, the director’s voice cut through the buzz.
“Alright, let’s go again!”
“Got it!”
Jiwon replied, his playful grin vanishing as he slipped into character.
Across from him, Taehwan cleared his throat, readying himself.
“Ready… action!”
Taehwan launched into his lines, his voice sharp with emotion.
“You’re completely missing the point. I didn’t come here to play house with you—”
“Play house?”
Jiwon interrupted, his tone dripping with betrayal.
“I poured my heart into this, and you call it playing house? No wonder you’ve been acting like this.”
“What did you just say?”
The scene was electric, secrets unraveling as the four friends’ emotions boiled over, pushing the tension to its peak.
“You think running away made things easier for the rest of us?”
Jiwon spat.
“Who said I ran away?”
Taehwan shot back.
“You bailed like a coward, tossing our friendship to the dogs! Tell me I’m wrong—go on, anyone, back me up!”
As the argument escalated, Hyunjae stood ready, waiting for his cue to enter.
But before he could—
“Hey! What are you doing?!”
The director’s sudden shout halted the scene, all eyes turning toward the source.
At the end of his gaze stood Yoo Jinseok, frozen, his expression blank as a deer in headlights.
Ooh~ didnt expect jaehoon, but younger self prolly gone to our puppy?
Also, I think there’s been mispelled names again TL-nim:
“Hyunjae, what in the world…”
Han Jungwoo’s voice wavered, his usual composure rattled by the sight of the colossal truck.
“I’m just as lost as you are, hyung,” Hyunjae replied, his brows knitting together.
“I was told it’d just be some simple meals and snacks…” Jungwoo trailed off, clearly blindsided…]
Maybe its Hayoon hyung, the manager? Or Taehwan?