Webcomic: Escape From North Korea

February 23, 2026

By: Ju Ok Jeon

This webtoon, created by North Korean escapee Ju Ok Jeon, reflects the real risks many North Koreans face when fleeing their home in search of safety, dignity, and the chance to live freely.
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In the dead of night, a car pulls to a stop in the middle of one of Southeast Asia’s mountainous jungles. Two men exit the car and look around. They instruct the remaining passengers to also exit and continue on foot.

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A group of North Korean refugees exit the car. Among them are a brother and sister, both in their twenties, and an older grandmother. The youthful siblings are in good spirits while the rest of the group appears nervous. Walking through the jungle is the last stretch of their escape journey to freedom.

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A broker leading the group of North Korean defectors explains that they must cross the mountains and reach the escape boat by the end of the night, or the police will catch them at daybreak. The sister sets time on her watch.

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The North Korean refugees start walking in a single file line. They quickly start to grow weary from the humidity and difficult terrain. The brother checks on his sister.

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The sister reassures her brother that she is doing okay. The brother extends a helping hand to the North Korean grandmother, who is struggling on the difficult journey. The trio fall behind the main group of defectors.

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The elderly grandmother loses strength and falls. She implores that the siblings leave her behind, but they refuse. Grandma continues to struggle and falls several more times.

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The sister can just barely make out the light of the larger group of North Korean defectors ahead of them. The brother is carrying the grandma’s backpack; they are all exhausted. The sister says they should stop to rest.

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The grandmother, shaking from wearines, once again says to leave her behind. The sister and brother exchange resolute glances, and refuse to give up.

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The trio have lost sight of the rest of the North Korean escapees. Grandma collapses to the ground, unable to get up again. The sister checks her watch.

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The grandmother’s hand brushes across a bone laying on the floor of the jungle. Startled and exhausted, her vision blurs.

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The grandmother once again tells the siblings to leave her behind. Grasping the sister’s hand, she says they must live.

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The sister clasps grandma’s hands and says not to give up. The three North Korean defectors regain their composure and continue forward until they reach a sheer cliff in the middle of the mountainous jungle.

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The three North Korean defectors begin to scale the cliff, the brother carrying the elderly grandmother on his back. The sister makes it to the top; she urgently extends a hand to pull up her brother, who is losing his grip.

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The brother and grandmother slide partway down the cliff. The grandmother holds on to the brother with her arms around his neck; her grasp starts to choke him.

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The brother starts to panic. Color drains from his face.

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The sister yells out to her brother to hold on; she manages to grab his arm and pull them up the cliff. The three North Korean defectors collapse on the ground and catch their breath. The brother says he almost died.

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Daylight begins to creep over the side of the mountains. The three North Korean defectors wearily continue their escape journey, the two siblings propping up the grandmother by her arms over their shoulders. The grandmother expresses despair and wonders if choosing this journey was worth it; the sister says that they should live like human beings, even if just for a day.

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The three North Korean defectors discuss their choice to risk their lives for freedom. Sunlight begins to illuminate their faces. In the distance, a rooster crows for dawn. They say a desperate prayer.

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The sun is up. The grandmother says that she’s now free from North Korea and tells the siblings to continue without her.

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The North Korean grandmother holds the sister’s hands and smiles warmly.

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The sister’s resolve wavers, and she considers leaving the grandma to increase their chance of survival. She exchanges glances with her brother. They both know they can’t leave the grandmother after coming this far.

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The time is 7am. Under a blue sky, on the banks of a river in front of a boat, the rest of the group of North Korean refugees have gathered. They look around to see if everyone is accounted for and are about to depart.

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The group of defectors hear distant shouting from the edge of the jungle. The brother, sister, and grandma are running towards the river and yell for the boat to wait; they’ve just barely made it.

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The three North Koreans burst into tears of relief. The broker leading the group is happy to see that everyone survived the dangerous trek through the jungle. The boat departs.

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Amidst the beautiful scenery of Southeast Asia, the boat of North Korean refugees makes its way down the tree-lined river. In the sky, clouds have parted to reveal a double rainbow. The North Korean refugees have made it to safety and freedom.

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About the Artist

Ju Ok Jeon is a North Korean defector who escaped in 2013. Having lived under the Kim Jong Un regime in an oppressed land, she conveys—through webtoons and comics—how precious the values of freedom and dignity truly are, with both sincerity and storytelling power.

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Support Ju Ok’s work: @unistudio_juok

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From Artist to Activist

As a kid in North Korea, Ju Ok was famous at school for one thing—drawing portraits of people passing gas. Her classmates flocked to her, asking to be drawn in exchange for snacks and even small amounts of money. Nothing made Ju Ok happier than to see people’s faces light up with a big smile, and to laugh together over her creations.

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But things came to a halt when a teacher pulled her aside for “disrupting the school environment” with her “unrevolutionary” drawings. Ju Ok’s art supplies were confiscated, and she was warned that her parents could be punished for failing to educate their children.

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“I vowed to never draw again because my simple drawings could bring harm to my family. But no matter how hard I studied or worked, opportunities were limited because my family belonged to the labor class. After a relative defected, my social classification [songbun] fell, leaving me destined for a life of forced labor. Realizing there was no hope or future, I decided to escape.”

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In freedom, Ju Ok found that there was a lack of public understanding and empathy about North Korean human rights. A few years ago, her husband, who is also an artist, encouraged her to try drawing again.

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“After being severely scolded as a child, I hated anything related to drawing. But when my husband told me I have talent, I got chills—thinking, ‘Did I actually used to like this?’‍
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‍Through illustration, I want to share the reality of North Korea I experienced, my journey toward freedom, and my resettlement in a free society—so the world can hear the voices of those who still long for freedom inside North Korea.”

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Ju Ok hopes her art will reach more people and increase support for this issue. In 2025, she participated in the LiNK English Speech Program to hone her storytelling and English speaking abilities.

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“The North Korean issue is not only a domestic matter on the Korean Peninsula but also a complex international issue. That is why it is vital to raise awareness globally—and for North Korean defectors to share their stories directly in English. LiNK’s program has played an important role in helping me move toward my life goals.”

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Humans of North Korea: YuSung

September 12, 2024

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The North Korean government made my entire senior class work in the fields during the planting season.

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For 40 days straight, we didn’t go to school. We just planted rice in the countryside from dawn to dusk. Even though I hated the work, some of my fondest memories are from that time. I hung out with my friends a lot because we all lived and worked together. We’d sing songs and sneak out to steal corn and potatoes when we were hungry. Then we’d roast them and share them with each other. I loved the feeling of disobeying the rules together.

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We’d also hang out with the girls. I had the biggest crush on this one classmate. She had the palest skin and long black hair. In school, it was her job to clean the portraits of the leaders. Every morning she’d take her shoes off and stand on the desk while she wiped the frame with a special cloth. She looked like this beautiful statue standing over the class. It was the highlight of my day watching her do that and I looked forward to seeing her every morning.

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She was my first love and while working in the fields I told her how much I liked her. After that, I started stealing corn just for her and we would laugh and talk together. 40 days seemed to go on forever. But the planting season ended and I stopped going to school soon after that because there were rumors my father had defected. I never got to say goodbye and I still think about her and wonder how she’s doing.

"If I saw her today I would walk up to her with a piece of roasted and corn and just say “remember me?”

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After my father left for South Korea, the police came to question me and mom nearly everyday. We had to pretend that we had no idea where my dad was even though we knew exactly where he was. The police would sometimes interrogate us for hours waiting for us to slip up. I was still a teenager but I knew that I had to fake my emotions. I would beg the police to find my father and tell them how worried I was that he was missing.

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"If I had told them the truth, they would have arrested us immediately.

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”We left North Korea a year after my dad made it to South Korea. The police wouldn’t leave us alone so we first went to stay with my grandma. One of our neighbors agreed to let us know when it was safe enough to leave for good. The police bugged our phone so she had to speak in code. One day she called and said “The price of beans has been steadily going down” which meant it was time. When we got that message we left North Korea a few days later. All we had was a small bag and some money with us.

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My father is a great photographer and he took a lot of photos in North Korea. We couldn’t bring even a single one with us.

It saddens me to think about all the family photos that are probably gone forever. I wish we just had one.

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The first time I saw my father again was in Hanawon (South Korean resettlement center for newly arrived North Koreans). I couldn’t say anything and just started crying because he was crying. He brought me strawberries and the first thing he said to me was “eat this strawberry”.

I had never seen a strawberry that big and my first words to him in years were “Are these real strawberries?!”.

‍— Yusung Park, escaped North Korea in 2008

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