Korean Female Voice Over Artist

Da Eun YoonWelcome — you found me!

Come in and make yourself comfortable. Press play, and let me say hello in my own voice.

Chapter One

Da Eun Yoon recording at her microphone
Recorded in her own small chamber
RØDE NT1 · Scarlett 2i2 · Audacity

Da Eun Yoon The Storytelling Fairy Korean & English Voice Over Artist

Can I be the voice for your story?

What makes Da Eun special

Multilingual storyteller
Native Korean & English · Intermediate Spanish & Mandarin
Wandered far
Seoul · Chicago · New York City · Singapore
Raised on stage & ink
Theatre · Acting · Playwriting · Costume design · Visual art
Keeper of two tongues
Interpreted across webtoon, trade & export, K-beauty, food, fire safety, pilates — and whatever comes next
After hours
Cat parent · Painting · Cooking · Collecting languages · Crime thrillers from Castle to The Mentalist · Hot chocolate, and yes, the marshmallows too

Let your journey begin

Chapter Two

The newest stories in my voice.

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  1. ILove LanguageChristine KoListen
  2. IIThe Loom TreeAngela Mi Young HurListen
  3. IIIInheritanceJane ParkListen

Coming soon The Silence Between

Stories recorded for

Penguin Random House Audio Audible Tantor Media Tuttle Publishing Dreamscape Media Podium Audio And more…

Chapter Three

A letter, left open on the desk

Dear fellow storyteller,

Stories — books, theatre, film — have accompanied my life for as long as I can remember. They have brought me great joy and just as much heartache, because I follow the characters closely and step into their world as though it were my own. And each time one ends, I find I am carrying something out of it that I never brought in.

That is why I have fallen in love with this craft. Everything moves so quickly now that we barely have time to look into our own lives, let alone a neighbour’s. A story is somewhere to stop and breathe — to live a while as someone else, and come back holding a small piece of what makes each of us human.

A painting of Da Eun’s grandmother in a sun hat, reaching up for a ginkgo leaf, made with real dried flowers
For my grandmother, at her hospital bedside — the dried flowers are ones we picked together.

Once, in an acting class at Northwestern University, we were asked to bring in someone from our own lives and play them. I brought my Korean grandmother: the one who sat by the window and prayed, somewhere far inside a world of her own, who never seemed to hear a seven-year-old asking her to come out and play in the snow.

What has stayed with me is what happened when I finished. Every one of my classmates had something to say. Something in it had found them, or risen up in them unasked. Some had seen their own grandmother. Some had seen themselves — the child doing the calling. Some had seen a person they spent years trying to reach and never did.

Nothing in that piece was familiar to them: not the language, not the country, not the century my grandmother seemed to be living in. Six and a half thousand miles lay between that classroom and the window she sat at. And still it found them. That was when I understood how far and how deep a story can travel — straight through the walls we build to keep ourselves safe, and then grow too afraid to open, in case the whole house comes down.

It doesn’t. It only adds another room. That is why I tell stories, and why I believe every one of them deserves a corner of the world’s bookshelf. I would like to help yours reach the corner it is looking for.

Thank you for coming this far. You have heard mine now — so tell me yours. Turn the page, and let us find out what we might make together.

Warmly,Da Eun Yoon