So here is the basics: Ji Hoo loves Jan Di. Jan Di, being weak is allowing herself to be yanked into Jun Pyo's arms. He kidnaps Jan Di and F4 head of to Russia through one of the hottest weeks of the year, and a new character will join them.
He will have to drug me and carry me if he wants me aboard this plane. Get of now Jan Di!
She pushed back against the claw that was steering her through the circular door of the jet, it sucked against the whistling air until it was locked tight. Jan Di took her place on the other side of Jun Pyo and Yi Jung.
A frustrated sigh lifted her fringe. The strands fell back down in despair, she preceded to look out the window.
Bye Bye Korea, I hope everyone will be fine without me.
Ji Hoo smirked at her deflation as the corners of his mouth lifted into a rare smile he too began observing the world move around him. He wondered if a bird was ever sad, with views like this every day, fleeting the skies to any destination they wished, why would they be?
It took him a second to fix his eyes on her again. Jun Pyo had risen from his throne and aggressively placed an oversized sunhat over her eyes.
"You will need this."
Her face scrunched in protest, she clasped her hands around the straw and pulled it back, failing to preserve her fading authority in the situation.
A full grin overtook his face. He reserved his enjoyment of the situation by placing thick head phones over his ears.
After a comfortable flight, Jun Pyo's black silhouette rammed in front of the group, gleefully leading them like the male in a pack of lions. He looked far out of place sandwiched between colorfully dressed, crisp tanned bodies maneuvering through the street. Jan Di caught Yi Jung's wondering eye on a group of blonde girls frantically gossiping in sultry Russian accents.
They approached the hotel. The boys walked on ahead while Jan Di practically choked on the sea of gold that was drowning the place. Her mouth open, eyes wide, trying to take in the breathtaking sight of the lobby all in one viewing.
"Yah! Dry Cleaner! Gawk later, you have to unpack, make sure you wear your bathing suit under your dress. We are going to the beach."
Her lips twitched into a bewildered pout.
"Swi...Swimsuit? I didn't pack a..."
He smiled, turning on his heels and began walking away from her.
The flashbulb shone. She stormed after him.
"GU JUN PYO! I TOLD YOU IM NOT WEARING THAT! How many time did I take that out of my case? When did you put it back in?"
He met her with an arrogant smile. The others stood back and watched them bicker, highly entertained by them.
"They are like a married couple aren't they?"
Ji Hoo twinged.
"FORGET IT!"
"Then...how can you swim? If you wont wear a bathing suit?"
"Because I have a-"
He gazed at her angelically.
"Yah, Gu Jun Pyo...you didn't take anything out of the case...did you?"
He put a exaggerated look on his face, as if he were thinking intensely.
"Yah!"
She began beating him with her little fists. Unexpectedly it hurt him a lot. He raised his arm weakly in defense.
"Ya-YAH! Stop that!"
He had no choice but to retreat toward his room, leaving her angry and puffing like a steam train.
Her attention drew toward Ji Hoo's calm aura in front of her. He took her case, she followed him.
There was no other way. That tiny little bikini was indeed the only swimwear she had in her case, Jun Pyo would never give her money for an athletes suit, and it would be to uncomfortable to ask Ji Hoo, Yi Jung or Woo Bin.
She threw herself back onto the double bed, sighing in defeat, once again.
Ga Eul...where are you when I need you?
She leaned forward. Something odd became apparent. There was a little white blur beside the dressing table.
She lay out the light weight t-shirt and shorts on the bed. The were designed for swimming and had a cute floral pattern on them, it was girly but not to barbie-doll, just what Jan Di would have chosen. The t-shirt was a plain white, no to see through and once again designed for swimming.
Ji Hoo...
He saved her. Again.
Feeling 100% more secure, she strolled into the lobby. Her legs were on show up to her thighs, but hey, Ji Hoo was not God.
Jun Pyo's face dropped in disappointment. It then reformed into his usual irritated expression.
"Yah, that wasn't in your case before! I would have seen it, how did you get that?"
She secretly thanked Ji Hoo as he stood directly behind the bellowing monster.
"Gu Jun Pyo...you dragged me half way across the world, left Ga Eul behind, never let me get one word in edgeways and now I am going to the beach with you. WHAT DOES IT MATTER WHERE I GET MY CLOTHES FROM?"
His attitude shrunk down into a shy little drop in the ocean which Jan Di swam.
"OK OK then, fine. Lets go."
Ji Hoo reluctantly followed the group. The feeling on someone watching them lay heavy on him from the moment they walked into the hotel. Like walking into a sandstorm he couldn't trudge his way out of. Looking round the hotel one last time, he failed to find the person tracking them.