There was something that caught my eye.
Senior.
I thought the reason I didn't tremble when I saw my senior's face was because of the sense of alienation that he was a character that jumped out of a book.
But that's not it. He's really becoming localized. To the point where he can't go back to where he came from.
The unrealistic elements that you would expect to find in a novel have been removed, and the senior has been changed to fit the situation here.
Excessive good looks, the sparkle is gone.
Conversely, I was changing into an unrealistic appearance that seemed to come out of a book.
“What, I was being assimilated too?”
Surprisingly, I didn't find this situation terrifying or scary.
A strange heat consumes me.
“Let’s go again.”
I should have just snapped at him and said, "What nonsense are you talking about?" But I couldn't. I couldn't.
Because that's what I've been thinking about ever since I got home.
When I was there, I had a strong desire to return home, but now that I'm here, I'm not happy.
The boundaries between where I was and home were blurred, and I realized that there was a line drawn between the two worlds.
I was worried that I might suddenly run into someone, but I started going out and cleaning my room.
My parents were delighted with this change in me.
"Daughter, what should we have for dinner? Let's eat whatever you like."
“I like anything my mom makes.”
My family was quite harmonious, and I seemed to fit in with it.
“Hey, Pig. If you want to go for a walk, I’ll go with you.”
My younger brother noticed that I was still unfamiliar with meeting people and flinched every time I went out, so he started to pay attention to me.
I pulled my hat down low and went out to watch what people were doing.
The daily routine that was taken for granted feels alien.
As soon as I realized something was wrong, I had a gut feeling that I could never go back to my old self.
And this point was diligently ignored.
The walk to clear my head was relentless.
As usual, I went outside and put my phone down on the desk, and I saw a book. The wad of paper that started it all.
I sat down, entranced, and opened the book. I read from cover to cover, without stopping.
After covering the wad of paper, I had to face my feelings.
"I miss you."
A word that came out of my mouth without me knowing.
The names in this book were no longer just letters to me.
When I encountered them as a living creature, I denied it, but only realized it after seeing it in print.
Even when I met my senior, in a corner of my heart, I thought of him as a character in a book, a Crown Prince.
But after seeing his other actions in writing like this, I realized that there was a big gap between the Crown Prince I knew and my senior.
Moreover, I was able to acknowledge that the characters I only knew through text had different aspects.
Now, finally.
And also, the fact that I was trying to get used to everyday life was actually an effort to forget that place.
"I miss you."
I wanted to go back to that place that I had been so sick of.
No, I wanted to keep going, but I couldn't bring myself to do it because I believed there was no place for me there.
Now that I know the male protagonists remember me, I have to go and check.
Whether they become happy.
It might be some kind of obsession. It might not be something that can be solved by me going, but I wanted to check.
If I hadn't known, I wouldn't have known, but now that I know, I can't give up.
I picked up my phone. There was only one person I could contact.
"Senior."
- Yes, junior.
The senior's voice was cheerful as always.
- Where can I see it?
Senior.
I thought the reason I didn't tremble when I saw my senior's face was because of the sense of alienation that he was a character that jumped out of a book.
But that's not it. He's really becoming localized. To the point where he can't go back to where he came from.
The unrealistic elements that you would expect to find in a novel have been removed, and the senior has been changed to fit the situation here.
Excessive good looks, the sparkle is gone.
Conversely, I was changing into an unrealistic appearance that seemed to come out of a book.
“What, I was being assimilated too?”
Surprisingly, I didn't find this situation terrifying or scary.
A strange heat consumes me.
“Let’s go again.”
I should have just snapped at him and said, "What nonsense are you talking about?" But I couldn't. I couldn't.
Because that's what I've been thinking about ever since I got home.
When I was there, I had a strong desire to return home, but now that I'm here, I'm not happy.
Seeing him actually helps me distinguish reality better.
I was worried that I might suddenly run into someone, but I started going out and cleaning my room.
My parents were delighted with this change in me.
"Daughter, what should we have for dinner? Let's eat whatever you like."
“I like anything my mom makes.”
My family was quite harmonious, and I seemed to fit in with it.
“Hey, Pig. If you want to go for a walk, I’ll go with you.”
My younger brother noticed that I was still unfamiliar with meeting people and flinched every time I went out, so he started to pay attention to me.
I pulled my hat down low and went out to watch what people were doing.
The daily routine that was taken for granted feels alien.
As soon as I realized something was wrong, I had a gut feeling that I could never go back to my old self.
And this point was diligently ignored.
***
The walk to clear my head was relentless.
As usual, I went outside and put my phone down on the desk, and I saw a book. The wad of paper that started it all.
I sat down, entranced, and opened the book. I read from cover to cover, without stopping.
After covering the wad of paper, I had to face my feelings.
"I miss you."
A word that came out of my mouth without me knowing.
The names in this book were no longer just letters to me.
When I encountered them as a living creature, I denied it, but only realized it after seeing it in print.
Even when I met my senior, in a corner of my heart, I thought of him as a character in a book, a Crown Prince.
But after seeing his other actions in writing like this, I realized that there was a big gap between the Crown Prince I knew and my senior.
Moreover, I was able to acknowledge that the characters I only knew through text had different aspects.
Now, finally.
And also, the fact that I was trying to get used to everyday life was actually an effort to forget that place.
"I miss you."
I wanted to go back to that place that I had been so sick of.
No, I wanted to keep going, but I couldn't bring myself to do it because I believed there was no place for me there.
Now that I know the male protagonists remember me, I have to go and check.
Whether they become happy.
It might be some kind of obsession. It might not be something that can be solved by me going, but I wanted to check.
If I hadn't known, I wouldn't have known, but now that I know, I can't give up.
I picked up my phone. There was only one person I could contact.
"Senior."
- Yes, junior.
The senior's voice was cheerful as always.
- Where can I see it?
He asked me questions without a moment's pause, instead of my hesitating.
As if he knew I would contact him.
“Where should I go...?”
After receiving the answer and writing it down, I hung up the phone.
I took out a clean piece of paper and calmly wrote a message to my parents.
***
“This way.”
My senior held out his hand, and I slowly took it.
I was worried until the very end.
I was worried that I might be able to come back home, but I couldn't convince my parents.
“What were you going to do if I didn’t contact you?”
“Were you not going to contact me?”
The senior looked a little surprised.
“Were you sure I would contact you?”
“I thought you’d like more people since you’re so lonely.”
The senior seemed to be stating an obvious fact.
As if the loneliness and deprivation that the male protagonists feel are mine.
No.
I just wanted to confirm 'that feeling' and send my senior back to his original world.
“This is it.”
The place I went with my senior was a quiet park.
“Is this a shrine?”
“Yeah. I heard it’s a place to honor a famous general.”
There was a unique red gate in the shrine and park dedicated to a general from the Goryeo Dynasty.
“A lot of water, stairs, and bridges act as portals to other dimensions.”
"Is it so?"
But which stairs or bridges serve as doors?
“But we can’t climb all the stairs and bridges, and we can’t jump into the Han River either.”
The senior who read my question smiled brightly.
“Let’s go through the door that has been clearly secured.”
So that door is that door?
“You have to go up there and keep running.”
The senior pointed up the stairs with his long, white finger.
“What if I fall?”
“I don’t know because I’ve never fallen before.”
In a situation like this, the Crown Prince would have said that he would catch me so that I wouldn't fall, or told me to be careful.
I think it's better to think of seniors as different people, except for their appearance.
“Haha, even I would be hurt if you looked at me like that.”
“What about me?”
I shrugged. Strange. How can I feel relieved when I can't even fathom what's on their minds?
“Yes, then let’s run.”
“Just a moment, senior.”
I grabbed the hand of the senior I was holding.
"I was so out of it that day that I didn't have time to tell you, but the Crown Prince was completely gone. As you can see, there was no Prince, but three Princesses had appeared."
I was missing for as long as I was away, and my senior's position was filled as if it never existed.
“I’m not sure about that, but maybe it’s the difference in importance between you and me?”
I didn't hesitate any longer, even as he quietly added that since it was a made-up world, if there was a gap, it would naturally try to cover it up.
“What are you going to do?”
Even when I told him that there might not be a place for him when he returned, my senior still had a smile on his face.
"Let's go."
As I was holding the key, my senior and I held each other's hands tightly so we wouldn't let go. Then we started running in step.
Please, please, please.
I closed my eyes as I passed through the red door.
“Ugh!”
Closing my eyes was fine, but soon the ground beneath my feet felt empty, and I screamed without realizing it.
And when I opened my eyes, I saw somewhere that was completely green.
Of course, below where I am falling.
“Stop, stop, stop, stop, senior!”
“Yeah, breathe calmly.”
“Is now the time for that...!”
It looks like you'll either break your neck and die or end up digging yourself a grave!
My senior pulled the hand I was holding. Then he held me tightly in his arms.
In this state, I turned my body and changed my posture so that my back was touching the floor.
You move so well in the air.
"Senior?"
“It’ll be okay.”
“Really?”
It's persuasive because you speak with a calm face...
“Yeah, maybe?”
...That wasn’t it!
“I changed my posture, and it fell faster!”
As I realized, I was falling incredibly fast. My senior continued to laugh, and soon I realized what the green thing was.
The green field was a plain filled with tall grass. And then, helplessly, I fell onto it.
“Ugh.”
The senior frowned with a short, deep groan.
“Senior! Are you dead? That would be problematic.”
“I’m not dead.”
The senior responded with a calm but clear voice. Judging by his focused eyes, he must be in a clear state of mind.
“Junior, I’m sorry, but could you please come down?”
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
As I stepped aside, my senior slowly got up. He stretched and moved his arms and legs, as if he were checking his health.
Although my whole body was swollen, I was safe and sound thanks to my senior.
I sat on the grass and stared at the man who was folding his fingers one by one in front of me.
Clean silver hair and deep silver-gray eyes. Sharp features and a prominent teardrop mole on the right side.
The Crown Prince.
"Why?"
"Yes?"
“My junior was laughing at me. I wondered if I had something on my face.”
“No, that’s not it...”
When I saw him with the hair and eye color I had set, I realized for sure that this was a novel.
Am I happy that it finally feels like reality?
Since I couldn't choose any answer, I just smiled and came up with a completely different answer.
“Because you’re handsome.”
"What?"
“I suddenly realized that my senior is handsome.”
The senior opened his eyes slightly wide and then smiled brightly.
Picking a laugh, this part wasn't like the Crown Prince. But it didn't feel out of place at all.
The person in front of me is the Crown Prince and my senior.
The funny thing is, even though I think this is a novel, I still feel like my senior is an equal human being.
Of course, it may be because the perception of a senior as ‘department senior’ is deeply ingrained.
What about other people?
I came back here to check it out.
“Thank you for making me handsome.”
“What is it?”
My senior smiled as I shrugged.
Ugh, it looks like a glow is coming out.
“By the way, where is this place?”
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