The sky over Joseon that night looked strange —as if it had been painted twice.Soft blue clouds swirled with a faint, luminous glow.Villagers whispered that it must be a sign from the gods.But to Eun-bi, it meant only one thing:the pen had begun to open something.
She sat in the middle of her room, bathed in that soft blue light.The wooden pen trembled gently on the desk, calling to her.
"Alright," she muttered, "if this really is some kind of time portal… please don't send me to the dinosaur era."
She pressed the pen to paper and wrote a single line:
I want to see him again, even just for a moment.
Suddenly, the air rippled.Papers flew, the walls shook, and a familiar voice echoed faintly through the air —Jun-yeol's voice.
Eun-bi…?
Her eyes widened."Jun-yeol? Is that you?!"
I can hear you.
His voice was distant, like wind — near and far at once.Eun-bi's heart raced. "If you can hear me, don't mess around! I've had enough trauma from this cursed pen already!"
You wrote the door between times… and now time is opening it.
She blinked. "Wait, what? I didn't literally write a door, I just—"She groaned. "Great. Even the universe doesn't understand metaphors anymore."
The glow intensified until the very air in front of her ripped open, forming a swirling vortex of blue light.
Eun-bi gasped. "Okay… I actually made a portal. God help me."
From within the glowing rift, a shadow began to form —a tall figure in a long robe, standing amidst the light.
"Jun-yeol?" she whispered.
He stepped closer, his face slowly coming into view — the calm eyes, the gentle smile she knew too well.
"Eun-bi," his voice was soft, almost unreal.She trembled, her breath caught in her throat."But… how?"
"Time finally stopped fighting us," he said quietly. "Or maybe… it just gave up on your stubborn writing."
Eun-bi let out a wet laugh through her tears. "Figures. Even time can't argue with my essays."
Jun-yeol smiled faintly.But before he could reach her, the vortex began to quake — unstable, violent.The air cracked with blue lightning.
"No!" Eun-bi screamed. "Don't disappear again!"
If I cross the boundary, time will destroy the link forever!
"I don't care!" she cried. "I wrote this world just to see you again — I won't erase it now!"
Jun-yeol's gaze burned with pain and love."Then write one last thing," he said.
"What?"
"Write… that we'll meet again — no matter when, no matter where."
Eun-bi nodded, gripping the pen tightly with shaking hands.Through her tears, she wrote in the air itself, glowing letters forming between them:
This love will not end in Joseon,for time is only a page — and I can rewrite it.
At that moment, the light burst, flooding everything in a blinding glow.
When she opened her eyes, everything was white.No palace. No Joseon. Just soft, endless light.
Someone was holding her hand."Eun-bi…"
She turned — and there he was.Jun-yeol.But not in his hanbok.
He was wearing a black modern suit.
Her breath hitched. "Wait… you? But… where are we?"
Jun-yeol smiled gently. "Maybe… in the place you wrote."
Eun-bi blinked back tears, laughing shakily. "So… I really did it?"
He cupped her face tenderly. "You wrote time, Eun-bi. But I was the one who found you inside it."
She smiled through her tears."Then let's make sure time never writes us again."
Jun-yeol's eyes softened. "Agreed."
And for the first time — without ink, without paper, without barriers —they closed the distance between them.
Back in Eun-bi's old room in Joseon,the wooden pen lay still upon the desk.The last drop of blue ink shimmered faintly,then dried into one final line:
The end? No. Just a new chapter.