Part 8
Yoon: sir, what do you mean?
Min: answer my questions yoon
Yoon: sir, I am from a middle class family, my family doesn't like me now I am with anya. My name is yoon kang.
Min: tell the truth
Yoon: sir, this is the truth
Min: ok, you can leave
Yoon too left the room, day by day she is feeling weird about yoongi, she tells to herself he is such a weirdo.
Yoon returned home, she shares all things that happened in college and she told it was too boring without her.
After a week
This one week yoon didn't went to the Dusty Gremoire(bookshop) Anya insisted her to go but she ain't listening. One fine day Anya dragged her into the shop and yoon went to search carying a last piece of hope inside her as she was hoping she would find the book, this time her hope wasn't in vain, she found the book. She took the book and opened it, at this time Anya told her to return home so yoon took the book in her hand and both of them went to there room. Yoon sat in the hall and opened the book and started reading and as usually she melted by the character, he is not just a character anymore he is more than that, he is the first love of yoon. Anya suggested her to sleep and she can read the book in morning but yoon refused, so Anya stormed towards yoon and took the book and left. Yoon is shouting Anya's name but she ain't listening, then finally yoon also went to the room and slept.
Time skips, yoon is waking up Anya but she isn't waking it's already late for the college it's 10, the college starts at 9:30, they are late, so Anya planned to take leave so does yoon.
Yoon had planned a grand outing, while Anya had already claimed the couch for a full-on series marathon. The argument that followed could've been a bonus episode on its own dramatic hand gestures, exaggerated sighs, and a lot of my plan is better than yours.
A few minutes later, plot twist both of them were sitting right in front of the TV, watching a new haunted series.
The moment the ghost appeared, Yoon screamed like it was coming out of the screen. Popcorn flew everywhere, some landed on Anya's head, some scattered across the floor, and a few brave corns even attacked the TV. Yoon kept flinching at every shadow, every sound, every suspicious silence.
Anya, completely unbothered, side-eyed the chaos, calmly snatched the popcorn from Yoon's hands, and pulled the bowl closer to herself.
Popcorn privileges revoked, she said, munching peacefully. Meanwhile, Yoon hid half her face behind a cushion, peeking through her fingers, jumping every time the ghost showed up.
WHY IS IT WALKING LIKE THAT? she yelled. Anya just laughed. You're the one who wanted to watch it.
By the end of the episode, the popcorn was gone, the floor looked like a crime scene, and Yoon was clinging to Anya's arm, still pretending she wasn't scared at all.
After the series ended, Yoon quietly retreated to her room, still shaken but craving some peace. She reached for Gyarah Gyarah from the shelf, hoping its pages would calm her racing mind. Curling up comfortably, she thought this would finally be her moment of silence soft light, gentle words, and a little escape from ghosts and screams.
But the moment she started reading, her heart sank.
Instead of peace, the pages were drenched in chaos. Warfields unfolded before her eyes, cries echoed between the lines, and sorrow clung to every chapter. There was no calm, no warmth only loss, pain, and a heaviness that pressed down on her chest. With every turn of the page, the silence in the room grew louder, filled with unspoken grief.
Yoon closed the book slowly, staring at the ceiling, emotions tangled and overwhelming. So much for peace, she whispered.
That night, even the quiet felt restless, and the words she had read refused to leave her mind.
At midnight, sleep never came to Yoon. The words from the pages clung to her mind like shadows, refusing to fade. Restless, she reached for the book again. The room was silent as she turned the pages, until something slipped out.
'A photograph'. Her fingers trembled as she picked it up. One glance was enough. Her breath hitched, her throat went dry, and no sound came out. The face in the picture stared back at her like a ghost pulled from time itself. Yoon sat there till dawn, thoughts spiraling, the night stretching endlessly around her.
Morning arrived without rest.
Yoon shook Anya awake, signaling her to get ready for college. Her movements were hurried, her mind far away. At college, she didn't wait for Anya, she rushed straight toward Yoongi's cabin, her heart pounding with every step.
The door was slightly open.
Inside, there was only one person.
Yoon stepped in.
Yoon: Who are you, Mr. Min?
Yoongi looked up, his expression sharp.
Yoongi: Did I allow you to enter the cabin? Ms yoon.
Mr. Min, Yoon said again, her voice steady despite the storm inside her, who are you really?
He frowned. What kind of question is that?
Without another word, Yoon took out the photograph and held it up.
For the first time, Yoongi froze.
The color drained from his face. Silence filled the room, thick and heavy.
Where did you find that? he asked quietly. How did you get the book?
Yoon's voice barely rose above a whisper. If you're the one in this book, then how are you here? You should be dead.
The air felt colder.
After a long pause, Yoongi spoke, his tone low and guarded. He admitted the truth, that he was the one in the book, that he had crossed a century, traveling a hundred years into the future.
Yoon's hands clenched. Why? she asked. Why would you do that?
Yoongi met her gaze, eyes dark with secrets.
Before you learn about me, he said slowly, you need to know who you are.
The silence returned, deeper, darker, and far more dangerous than before.
The end of season 1
A hundred years earlier, in 1910, a tall, striking man stood alone in a place swallowed by silence. The air was still, time itself seeming to pause around him. One hand rested over his heart, as if trying to steady something unseen, something stirring too deeply to name. His lips parted, and in a voice barely louder than a whisper, he murmured,
Why do I feel like this?
The question drifted into quiet, unanswered, yet heavy, as though the future had already begun to reach for him.
~ Alice