So, I come again :) Actually I thought to stop writting after Upon A Wish, but it just kept bugging me that I only write two stories, plus one OS, for this pairing because the reason I come to FF is this pairing. So, I decided to write one more story for them.

Anyway, for this one I just want to write about their feeling, only about what they feel, leaving the complicated plots or troubles aside.

I hope you'll like this one. And again, I don't own POTW.

Can I Hold Your Heart?

Ch. 1 Can you be my model?

Eight years ago

"Come closer, I want to take a look on you." He said and the boy moved to kneel closer to him. "Your eyes remind me of her." He curled lips up a little. "From this moment your name is Shin Yun Bok." He said and watched as the boy kept gaze still at floor. "You don't like it?"

"No, no I mean…it's fine, sir."

He let out small chuckle. "Call me father," The boy looked up at him with hesitation and he gave a nod encouraging. "From today you'll live here, this is your house."

"Thank you, sir. I mean…father."

"Just like that, don't be afraid." He smiled and nodded. "I see you love painting, do you?" The boy gave small nod. He then turned his gaze to another person in the room. His wife and son. "Come here, son." He beckoned his son to come closer. "He will become your hyung. Young Bok is an apprentice at Dohwaseo, why don't you join him? I've seen your skil and I think you can help him to pass Bureau Artist exam." He caught a glance from his wife but continued. "What do you say?" The boy remained silent for moment. "You don't like it?" Finally the boy lifted his gaze.

"I will enter the school."

"Great." He smiled, satisfied. He then turned to his son. "Why don't you show him around, Young Bok? And maybe you can teach him some lessons you got from school." His son gave a nod. He looked back at his new son. "I will prepare for your registration. Just tell Young Bok if you need anything."

"Thank you, father."

Present

"This is going to take forever." He sighed wiping sweat off from forehead with sleeve and put hands on waist. He shifted his painting tool holder up a little while wandering eyes over the crowded market. "It past noon and I still have nothing to paint." Another sigh escaped.

"Hey there, having task today?"

He smiled at the voice and turned around. The tavern man leaned against door, arms crossed before chest. "Yeah, I'm stuck with idea. So, I wonder if you can help me out from my frustration with some free beverage. I see nobody come today."

"Go away, you won't get any."

"You're stingy, you know." He chuckled when the man put snarl on. They would always have bantering every time he visits market.

"Yeah, my wife had complaint already."

He laughed. "Gotta go, see you around." He turned on heel.

"Come when you're done, you'll have it free!"

He let out small laugh and lifted hand up without turning around. He walked farther to the market wondering if he should leave for he was running out of time. Today he got task for his class. He decided to have a look at the market with his brother. He has left Young Bok behind as his brother got cockfighting for his painting. He just didn't feel the sight is right for him. Actually he hadn't decided his genre, his preference yet but he needed something more…

'Beautiful'

He stopped in track as his eyes just found a beautiful object. It was a woman. The yellow silk jeogori and red chima contrasted the white or blue color of commoners. And the way she walks could catch every man's eye. She kept her chima up a little as she walked into a shop. A hand over his shoulder finally snapped him out. He released a breath he didn't realize was holding.

"She's very pretty, what a goddess."

He knitted his brows and turned his gaze to find a man grinning from ear to ear dreamily staring at the woman. He brushed the hand off. "Who the hell are you?"

"I wish could get a woman like her. If I could get her I'd definitely lock her in my room, only for me."

The statement caused him to curl corner of lips up in disgust and smacked the man's head. Although the man seemed to be older than him but he didn't care. The man hissed in pain glaring at him.

"What's that?"

"You'll never get her." He clicked his tongue. "Stop dreaming and just face it." The man snarled in annoyance before grabbing his straw basket and left. "How dare you daydreaming of my soon model?" He then moved gaze back to the shop hoping to find his model but the woman had gone. "Where's she?"

He pushed the shopkeeper aside and entered the shop ignoring his grunting. He looked inside but couldn't find the beautiful woman. He grabbed the still muttering shopkeeper. "Where's she?" The man looked at him in confusion, still annoyed. "The woman, beautiful woman." He added impatiently. Finally the man's eyes turned sparkled.

"You mean that beautiful woman?"

He nodded. "You remember."

"Wore bright dress?"

"You got it." He patted the man's shoulder grinning.

"She just left."

The man stated flatly and walked past him. "Wait, wait," He grabbed the man's shoulder. "She's left?" The man nodded indifferently. "Where?"

"How the hell do I know?"

He thought to retort at the indifferent reply but holding himself. He pushed the man and stormed off. "Where's she?" He looked over the crowds, standing on toes since his height was lower than average. "Where are you?" He spun around and can't help a megawatt smile as his eyes finally found her. "There you are."

He walked between crowds eagerly toward his model. Actually he hasn't gotten the permission yet, but he was sure the woman won't reject him. Grinning inwardly he made a beeline toward the beautiful woman. She entered another clothes shop. He stopped to have some breaths in and out before walking in. The first thing he did was glancing around, to make sure no one could disturb him. The shopkeeper was sitting on chair, head fell aside. He grinned and moved body to face the woman. He cleared his throat. The woman seemed to be occupied with the clothes that she didn't notice his presence. Or maybe trying to ignore, he thought. He let out fake cough. The woman, however, moved farther into the shop.

At his failed attempts he decided to follow her. Hands laced behind back, he whistled while approaching her. The woman still busied herself with the clothes. He was about to kick a chair to get her attention but she stopped him.

"How much is this?"

He took glance around and when he found the shopkeeper was still in deep sleep he looked back at the woman who has gaze still on clothes. He cleared throat. "It doesn't matter, the price, for beautiful thing is made for beautiful person." His eyes went wider a little. 'Where's that coming from?' Her small chuckle got his attention back to her. He watched as the woman lifted the silk fabric up eyeing it. He changed his spot so he could see her. Those red lips were curled up a little. Soon he was captivated by her beauty.

"Still everything has its price."

Keeping gaze at the woman he took steps closer. "A beautiful flower is priceless." The words just flew out. The woman turned to another side and his legs just move involuntarily. He caught small smile when the woman turned head a little but holding gaze at anything but him.

"Even if it has thorns and poison?"

His lips curled up in smile. Narrowing eyes slightly he wandered gaze from her shoe, chima and slowly up to her shoulder. It went upward to her smooth-looked neck and cheek. For unknown reason he couldn't move his gaze away from her. "Even." His reply came out in small, breathless voice. He had to pull himself out from whatever magical power she had put on him before his lungs run out of oxygen. He took a deep inhale. He glanced at the woman and straightened back when finally she turned around.

"Wait, who are you? You aren't shopkeeper."

He cleared his throat. "Well, apparently I'm not." He gave sheepish smile. 'She is indeed beautiful, a goddess' Once again he was hypnotized. The woman put the cloth back over others before passing him. He pulled himself together and hurriedly followed her. He just sent a grin to the shopkeeper who was just awakened by their voices. "Hey, wait," Finally the woman halted. He moved to her front and quickly put hands up at her furrowed brows. "I'm not bad person, well though I've followed you here," He bit his lips realizing his stupid blurt out.

"You follow me?"

"No. No, I didn't mean to follow you like…" He started on explanation but the woman walked past him. "Lady, wait," He jogged after her.

"What do you want?"

He took a breath and steadied himself. "I want you to be my painting model."

"Pardon me?"

"Look, I'm an apprentice from Dohwaseo. You know, we serve the King." He beamed but when the woman kept neutral face he backtracked. "So, I want to ask a favor if you can help me with my task." He put palms up together before chest waiting for her reply.

"No."

"No?" He repeated. She shook her head and spun around taking her leave. "But why? I just ask you to be my model, I promise won't do anything!" He sighed when the woman's back was all he got. He scratched his skull in frustration. "I'll be dead today if couldn't find something for my painting." He took glanced toward the woman and breathed out another heavy sigh. "What an arrogant woman. I just begged for a help, it wasn't like I'll do something to her." He huffed. "Should I paint those gamecocks?" He groaned at the thought.

...

She couldn't believe a man just ask her a strange favor. 'Be a model?' She chuckled lightly and shook head. Honestly it surprised her. Not at the question but the person. He looked young and it made her wonder if he really serves the King. Her lips curled up in small smile as she recalled their wordplay at the clothes shop.

"Hey miss, alone?"

An unfamiliar voice stopped her. She knitted her brows to find a man standing before her. The man looked like a scholar. She decided to ignore him and walked on. However, the man took her arm. "Excuse me sir, can you let go of my hand?" She asked with polite tone. The man released her hand but once again blocked her way.

"It's a pleasant coincidence to meet you here. I always want to hear your performance, but couldn't have the chance."

She remained silent and gave small bow thinking to leave. The man still stood before her. "Sir, I must…"

"Can I come tonight? Don't worry I have money."

She held her tongue instead and turned around since she can't go forth. The man, however, suddenly grabbed her elbow turning her around. "What are you doing?" She tried to pull off but the man tightened his grip. She noticed from corner of eyes that people were watching them now.

"I just asked you politely, and you gave that attitude to me? Who do you think you are?"

She lowered her gaze at murmurs from other people. Her mother wouldn't like it if she finds out. She lifted chin up and thought to give the man some sense but another voice interrupted in.

"Full of thorns, still full of thorns."

She turned her gaze and was surprised to see the man she had met earlier. The man approached them, cast quick glance toward her. 'Is that a smirk?' She watched as the man, a painter apprentice, stepped to her side, crossing arms before chest.

"Don't be surprised man, it's what women do, all the time." Yun Bok glanced at the woman and grinned inwardly when she cast gaze aside avoiding him. He then looked back at the man who now has grin spread on. "But it doesn't give you right to manhandle a woman." He took the man's arm wiping the smirk off. "Let her go."

"What's your business?"

"Oh, forgive me, but I have business with this woman." He tightened his grip taking step closer. He kept gaze at the taller man. "So, now take your hand off or help me. You won't like it if everyone here kicks your butt out."

She couldn't help staring at the apprentice. He didn't even flinch when the other man glared down at him. Finally the rude man released her arm. They exchanged glare for a moment before the rude man leaving. The crowds finally left the scene leaving her only with the apprentice. She caught small smile at his lips as he watched the rude man leaving while muttering. Honestly she wanted to leave but it won't be polite. So, she cleared her throat saying out her grateful. "Thank you."

"Did someone just say thank you?" He decided to tease. The woman lifted an eyebrow, unamused.

She rolled her eyes mentally and spun on heel. She got irritated when the apprentice blocked her way. "I thought I've said thank you."

"Yes, you did."

His smile just increased her annoyance. "So, can you move aside because you're in my way?"

"Well, if you agree to be my model." He stated, drew smile wider.

She can't help lifting eyebrow higher. "Now you're taking advantage from helping other people." The man let out small laugh. He then looked back at her pursing lips.

"I can't force you, now after what what you've said. I just find you're," He tilted head aside. "Beautiful, and want to put you in my painting, because I've never seen someone beautiful as you. But it's okay, you're right, I shouldn't push my luck." He gave small smile before walking off. It was just two steps before she stopped him.

"Fine."

He wanted to doubt his ear. "You will be my model?"

She nodded. Somehow seeing his weary smile she couldn't bring herself to reject him. 'He has helped me, I owe him a favor for that' she thought. "What should I do?"

Wide grin formed on as his excitement flared up. "Follow me."

...

"I haven't got your name?"

"Do I have to tell you?" She followed him toward stone bridge that crossed over a river. He stopped and turned around to face her.

"I thought it's better to know each other, but it's okay if you don't want to tell me." He shrugged and took out his painting tools from holder.

She pressed lips together holding back from smiling. She watched as he took paper and brush out from the holder. 'So, he's really a painter' She smiled a little. "What should I do?"

Yun Bok pushed lips out and pointed toward edge of the bridge. "There. I need you to stand over there."

She nodded and headed the standing point he just pointed. She was about to lean against baluster of the bridge but he stopped her. "What's wrong?" He wiped the stone surface with his sleeve.

"It's dirty." He said. He moved gaze away and cleared his throat when she kept looking at him. "Let's begin." He blew a breath.

She couldn't help a smile at his chivalry. She leaned against the baluster watching as he seated himself upon a rock starting his work. She held gaze at his face. His expression turned serious just in mere of seconds. There was no nervousness or hesitation every time he looked at her. It was like she is just a statue in his eyes. It was embarrassed at first but then she got used to his gaze. She pulled corners of lips up a little letting the painter draw her down in paper.

"How long have you been an apprentice?" She asked. He gave small hum as an answer. He didn't immediately answer her question that she guessed he needs to focus.

"Since years ago." He answered while moving the brush. He lifted gaze at her chuckle. "What's funny?"

She shook head. He shrugged and moved attention back to his task. "So, it's years?" She said and got another hum. "Why do you like painting?" His brows drew closer before he tilted head from side to side. 'He definitely didn't hear my question' For the next moment she just watched the young painter without sending any question.

"It's done."

His satisfied exclamation gave her cue to move her body. His eyes kept staring at the paper that she got curious. "How is it?"

"I love it."

It was for a moment. She felt something when he lifted gaze up with childlike, satisfied grin. She gave smile approaching him. "Can I see it?" He quickly rolled the paper standing up.

"It's great, I mean you look great, but I, uh, have no confidence to show my painting." He scratched his temple sheepishly. "I'm still an apprentice."

His sheepish smile got her stunned for a moment. "It's alright. So, what are you going to do with my painting?"

"This for my class," He replied before picking his brush and holder. "Oh, and I love painting since I was a child." He hung the holder on his shoulder. "I just love it, no reason."

She smiled at his reply. "No reason?"

"No reason." He shrugged. He found her smile is attractive. "Thank you for the help."

"You have helped me too." She said. "But I have to make sure you'll use it for your class only."

"Really?" He lifted an eyebrow which makes her giggle. Her giggle was somehow different from any girls he had met. "Only for my class, you have my word. Or maybe you should come with me."

She giggled at his wriggled brows. They just met for hours but he could make her laugh, and feel comfortable. "I believe you." She then realized that the sun had moved down. "I should go."

"Wait," He stopped her. "Can I…" His question was cut off by his brother's voice. "That's my brother, always worries of my being." He rolled eyes. She chuckled before turning around. "Hey, uh, can I have your name now?" When she kept lips together, he gave up. "Secret, I see. Never mind."

She couldn't help a smile at his disappointed face. "Jeong Hyang." She then spun on heel. The smile grew wider as she crossed the bridge.

"That's your name?" He shouted but the woman just glanced over her shoulder with smile on face. He pushed a fist up. Young Bok's hand on his shoulder startled him.

"Who's that?" Young Bok glanced at the woman.

"My model." He replied before turning around, still grinning.

"Your what? What do you mean?" Young Bok jogged to his brother's side.

"Just like I said." He gave shrug and grin at his brother's confused look. He took glance toward her and smiled. 'Jeong Hyang'

That's the opening. Until next :)