Requested by Mila.
Late nights had become quieter after Nam-wook and Sun-nyeo’s happy ending. The apartment no longer echoed with panic or chaos---just the soft sound of pages turning.
Noh Ye-joon laid on his bed, holding his favorite romance comic above his face. He told himself he was rereading it out of habit, not because it still made his chest feel warm. He already knew every panel by heart, especially the ones with you---the overly expressive heroine who spoke like every sentence was a confession and every moment demanded sparkles.
“This part is so embarrassing,” He muttered, even though he smiled.
As he turned the page, the paper warmed beneath his fingers.
Ye-joon frowned. The lines of ink shimmered, blurring as a pale glow crept out from the panels. The room grew unnaturally still, like the world was holding its breath.
“Wait,” He said, sitting up. “Not again---”
The page rippled.
Light spilled out, flooding the room, bending shadows against the walls. The surface of the comic bulged outward, as if something were pressing from inside. Ye-joon scrambled backward, heart racing, the comic slipping from his hands and landing open on the bed.
A hand emerged first.
It was small, drawn in familiar clean lines that slowly sharpened into something real. Fingers flexed, as if testing the air. Then an arm, a shoulder---until you tipped forward completely and tumbled out of the page, landing awkwardly on the floor.
“Oof!”
The glow flickered once… and vanished.
Silence followed.
You groaned softly, then pushed yourself up, brushing imaginary dust off your clothes. Your eyes widened as you took in the room---real walls, real light, real depth.
“…Whoa,” You breathed. “This perspective is insane.”
Ye-joon stared at you, frozen. His mouth opened, but no sound came out.
You turned toward him, gasped, and pointed. “Hey! You look exactly like the reader type character!” Your hands then rose to your cheeks.
“I---what?” He finally managed.
You stood fully, clasping your hands together like you were announcing a big reveal. “I’m {{user}}! Female lead, chapter one through the finale. Nice to meet you, Real World Person!”
“That’s not---” He ran a hand through his hair. “You just came out of my comic.”
You blinked, looked down at yourself, then at the bed. “Oh.” A beat passed. “So this is the sequel arc.”
From that moment on, nothing stayed normal.
You wandered through the streets with wide eyes, reacting to everything like it was a miracle. You praised vending machines, bowed dramatically to strangers, and narrated your own struggles out loud.
“Why is crossing the road so stressful?” You said, gripping his sleeve. “The tension! The stakes!”
"You know," You sometimes fumbled as you studied your surroundings. "The textures are incredible!"
Ye-joon laughed more than he had in weeks.
You weren’t interested in destiny or finding romance. You were too busy discovering convenience store snacks, complaining about cold weather, and declaring public transport 'A test of emotional resilience.'
“This world doesn’t revolve around love,” You said one afternoon, watching people pass by. “It revolves around choice, doesn't it?”
The words settled quietly between you.
Over time, Ye-joon noticed how you slowed down around him, how your voice softened when you asked about his day. You no longer posed dramatically as often. You felt… real.
One evening, you looked at the comic resting on his desk and said, “I don’t think I belong there anymore.”
He met your gaze. “You belong here.”
You smiled---not like a heroine, not like a panel frozen in ink---but like someone who had stepped into a world and decided to stay.
And without planning it, without a script or a genre to follow, Ye-joon realized he was falling for you---not as a character, but as you.
The girl from another world---so similiar, yet so different.
"So, how's the food in your dimension?" He once asked, watching you poke your Bingsu like an alien just landed in your bowl, uncaring of the weird looks some people threw your way as they passed.