It had been three weeks since Eun-bi returned to the modern world.Three weeks since the blinding white light swallowed everything, and the echoes of Joseon faded into fragments of memory — hazy, fragile, yet too vivid to forget.
But not everything had vanished.Not for Han Eun-bi.
She sat in her small apartment living room, wearing a gray hoodie and round glasses, the glow of her laptop screen reflecting softly on her face.On the screen was her new manuscript, the title bold and bittersweet:
Marry U in Joseon — A Love Between Two Worlds.
Her fingers danced slowly across the keyboard.Each word she wrote felt like unearthing something buried deep inside her — tender, heavy, irreplaceable.Sometimes she would stop, stare blankly for minutes, then smile faintly at nothing.
"Lord Kang Jun-yeol," she whispered to the empty room, "even now, you're still messing with my thoughts."
A quiet laugh escaped her lips.It faded almost immediately into silence.
On the desk beside her lay a small, ancient wooden pen — the same one from Joseon.Its tip no longer glowed, yet whenever she touched it, warmth pulsed through her fingers.Sometimes, she could've sworn she heard whispers in the quiet — not words, but presence.
That night, while she was finishing the final chapter, a faint chirping echoed from outside her window.Eun-bi froze."Crickets? In the middle of the city?"
She got up and peered through the curtains.And for a fleeting moment, she saw something impossible —plum blossoms, blooming under the streetlights in a city park.It wasn't even spring.
Her breath caught."No way…"
Then her laptop flickered.The document scrolled on its own, and a new line appeared at the bottom of the page — one she hadn't typed:
Time hasn't finished reading your story.
Eun-bi's chest tightened.Her pulse quickened, her eyes glimmered with disbelief."Jun-yeol?" she whispered.
No response.Only the hum of her desk lamp and a soft shift in the air, like someone invisible had just passed by.
The next morning, she tried to live normally.She went to her favorite café — a quiet corner place that smelled of coffee and cinnamon.The barista greeted her as usual."Morning, Miss Han. Latte again?""Always," she smiled.
She opened her laptop, ready to edit her manuscript.But when the document loaded, her hands froze.
There was a new sentence waiting for her:
I miss the scent of the coffee you once described.
Eun-bi blinked.She looked around — nothing out of the ordinary.Then, slowly, a small smile curved her lips."Alright then… if you can really read this, I'll order two cups today."
When the barista returned, she pointed to the empty seat across from her."One more, please. My friend's joining."
The barista raised an eyebrow but nodded.
Eun-bi stared at that chair for a long time.Her heart fluttered oddly, and for a brief, impossible second — she thought she saw someone sitting there.Tall, poised, wearing black.The faintest trace of a smile she knew too well.
But when she blinked, the seat was empty again.
She chuckled softly. "Still teasing me, huh, Lord Kang?"
That night, rain poured over the city.Thunder rumbled in the distance as Eun-bi typed away in her dim apartment, her desk lit only by the glow of her laptop.She was writing the last part of her novel:
About a love that refused to end — even when the world demanded it to.
Then, as the clock struck midnight, light flared from the desk.The wooden pen glowed again — for the first time since Joseon.
Eun-bi froze, breath caught in her throat.The pen lifted slightly, its tip touching the paper.And then, in glowing blue ink, words appeared by themselves:
I'm here.
Her vision blurred instantly with tears.She grabbed a nearby pen and scribbled beneath it:
Where?
The wooden pen paused, then moved again:
Between the pages you write.
She covered her mouth, sobbing softly."Jun-yeol… are you really still there?"
I haven't finished keeping my promise.
She clutched the pen to her chest, shaking."Then don't go again."
As long as you keep writing, I'll never leave.
The glow began to fade, but before the light disappeared completely, one final line appeared:
See you in the next world you create.
Eun-bi laughed and cried at once."Fine, Lord Kang," she whispered, "but next time, you're starting from Chapter One with me, got it?"
Months passed.The book Marry U in Joseon finally hit shelves and became an instant bestseller.At the launch event, the hall buzzed with excitement — journalists, readers, editors.Under the soft spotlight, Han Eun-bi stood at the microphone, her voice trembling slightly.
"I wrote this story," she said, "not just about love… but about belief."She smiled, eyes glistening."Sometimes, someone may leave — but true love doesn't end. It just… changes form."
The room erupted in applause.She bowed gracefully, then stepped off stage.
As she moved through the crowd, something made her stop.At the edge of the room, half-hidden behind a pillar, stood a man in a simple black suit.He wasn't looking directly at her — but she felt it.The calmness. The quiet presence.That same smile.
Her breath caught."No…"
The man tilted his head slightly, his eyes warm and knowing.Then he smiled — exactly the way he used to.Before she could call out, he turned and walked toward the door.
Eun-bi pushed through the crowd, heart racing — but when she reached outside, he was gone.Only a faint breeze remained… carrying the scent of plum blossoms.
She stood there, trembling, then smiled through her tears."Alright, Lord Kang," she whispered. "I guess time really did keep our promise."
When she returned to the signing table, she opened one of the printed books.And at the very last page — below her signature — there was a line she didn't write:
The end? No. We've only turned the page.