The sky was clear that morning, painted in soft blue.A light breeze carried the scent of blooming plum blossoms — the scent that had always belonged to them.
Han Eun-bi stood before a mirror, staring at her reflection.A simple white dress flowed down to the floor, her hair tied in a soft bun, and in her right hand — not a bouquet, but a silver pen.
Her friend Hye-jin leaned against the door, smirking. "Ready, Miss Bride? Still can't let go of your writing tools, huh?"
Eun-bi grinned nervously. "Hey, this isn't just a pen. It's a symbol of love."
"Sure," Hye-jin teased. "A symbol that also signs marriage contracts."
"At least it won't wilt like flowers," Eun-bi replied, her voice light but her heart racing.
Outside, the garden had been transformed into a small wedding venue.No grand stage, no chandeliers — just wooden benches, plum blossoms in full bloom, and sunlight filtering gently through the leaves.
At the front stood Kang Jun-yeol, wearing a soft gray suit and holding a thin folder titled 'Modern Wedding Procedures — For Dummies'.
He scanned it like a student before an exam. "Step one: smile. Step two: do not bow like receiving a royal decree…"
"Step three," whispered the man beside him — the barista from their favorite café, now serving as witness — "don't call your bride 'Miss Han' during the ceremony."
Jun-yeol sighed. "Old habits die hard."
The barista chuckled. "You even wore perfume that smells like ink. Overkill, man."
Jun-yeol looked at him calmly. "Ink is the scent of honor."
"Right," the barista muttered. "You're a walking Joseon museum."
Then, music began to play.Everyone turned as Eun-bi appeared — framed by sunlight and falling petals, every step she took seemed to write a new line of poetry in the air.
When she reached the altar, Jun-yeol stared so long he forgot how to breathe.
"Step four," the barista hissed again. "Speak, dude!"
"Oh," Jun-yeol blinked, then smiled. "You look… like a miracle I once wrote, but real."
Eun-bi chuckled softly. "And you still sound like a line from a historical drama."
They faced each other — two eras, finally sharing the same time.
The ceremony was simple but breathtaking.Eun-bi held the silver pen, while Jun-yeol held the old wooden one — the same pen that once wrote their story through time.
"This pen once wrote our past," Jun-yeol said, voice steady but warm. "Now, it writes our vows — not on paper, but on our hearts."
A few guests wiped their eyes.Even Eun-bi's editor sniffled into a tissue. "God, this is more romantic than the book's final chapter," she whispered.
Eun-bi smiled and began her vow."Lord Kang Jun-yeol," she said softly, "I don't know if this world is big enough for both our times, but I know one thing — I don't want to live in any of them without you."
Jun-yeol gazed at her, eyes glimmering."Then I vow to write every day beside you — even when my ink runs dry."
A wave of laughter and soft applause followed.From the crowd, Hye-jin shouted, "He's sweeter than Valentine's chocolate!"
Eun-bi laughed through her tears. "You know, if this were a movie, people would say your dialogue's scripted."
"Maybe," Jun-yeol said with a small grin, "but time is our director."
When it came time to sign the marriage certificate, they each used their pens.As the tip of the wooden pen touched paper, a faint blue light shimmered — then vanished.
The guests gasped, thinking it was a planned effect.But Eun-bi and Jun-yeol exchanged knowing looks.
"Did you see that?" she whispered.He nodded. "Looks like time just signed as our witness."
Eun-bi chuckled softly. "So now you're officially approved by both history and physics."
Jun-yeol smiled. "Then I'll make sure this day stays eternal."
The reception was far from fancy — but it was full of laughter.At one point, Jun-yeol tried to cut the wedding cake with a flimsy plastic knife and frowned."Why is this blade so weak? Is this some modern symbol of peace?"
Eun-bi groaned. "That's a toy knife, Jun-yeol!"
Guests burst out laughing.Hye-jin clapped her hands. "Breaking news: Joseon nobleman loses battle against cake!"
Jun-yeol sighed dramatically. "This world is filled with traps."
Eun-bi smiled and brushed his arm. "And surprises. Beautiful ones. Like you."
He looked at her with quiet adoration. "Then I'll keep being your surprise, as long as you keep opening me."
Night fell softly.The lights in the garden glowed warm and golden, and on the table, their two pens rested side by side atop the guest book.
When the guests had all gone, Eun-bi and Jun-yeol stood beneath the plum tree, looking at the faint stars above.
"So… we're finally in the same world," she whispered.
He took her hand gently. "This world… is far more beautiful than I ever wrote."
For a moment, they stood in silence, the wind playing softly with her hair.Eun-bi smiled. "Then let's write the epilogue together."
Jun-yeol nodded. "And this time, let's make sure the pen never stops."
On the table behind them, the tips of the two pens glowed faintly blue —then faded again, as if time itself were whispering:
"The end? No. This is just the beginning."