Junho stepped out of the travel agency and headed back to his flat. After a couple of weeks of nagging, he had finally bought his ticket to go home. He made it easier on himself by going through the agency he always used. They had always been good to him so he figured it would be better to keep up the patronage.

He had two days before he flew home, but in a strange turn of events he wasn't sure if he wanted to go. After nearly two months, he had finally talked to Eri over the computer. She had said that Junsu had finally asked McCall Stanley out, the woman who had stepped in to help his brother with the shop. They had included her little brother who was eleven years younger than them on their date which had endeared both Stanley siblings to him even more.

She had also said that Junsu hadn't conquered that sadness that came to him when he looked out the window of the shop. He hadn't told McCall what had happened. Eri thought it would be better for Junho to take over the home shop and let Junsu oversee the opening of the new one to help him come to terms with everything. She said he was suffering from PTSD.

He had asked what it was like for her to run a multimillion dollar corporation. She had blown out a hard breath and her bangs hair had flown up. She had obviously hated it but her priority was to her family so she had stepped in. Just by watching her, he knew she hadn't been able to get to the studio. There had been dark circles under her eyes due to lack of sleep, but she had been her normal self. She had always been very informative and that hadn't changed in the nearly two months he had been away.

Homesickness wasn't something he was used to. Usually when he came to France he had enough to do that always kept him busy. But this time with his busted hand he hadn't been able to do as much as he wanted. Genevieve had been a lifesaver even if she did get on his nerves. Then there was Francesco. The idiot man always spent as much time as he could at Junho's flat to keep him company. The only issue was he talked all the damn time. Even in his sleep he talked.

The main thing the idiot talked about was his, as in Junho's, inability to see Genevieve as a woman. It wasn't that he didn't see her as a woman. He just didn't have any romantic feelings towards her. And unlike Francesco's arguments, it had nothing to do with Eri.

Over the last few months he had already made peace with the fact that Woo Bin was Eri's husband and that the love they had for each other was so deep not even a river could burst it. There was no way he could get in the middle of it even if he tried. Woo Bin would kick his ass anyway.

Strangely enough when Eri had called, he had told her everything. She had listened to him calmly like she always did. When he had finished, she sighed gently then placed her face in her hand and talked to him in earnest about it. It was the first time they had talked without his brother interrupting them about something stupid or about going out to eat. He felt they had become closer from that brief conversation than any other time. She had even agreed with Francesco about bringing Genevieve back with him. He didn't know why and she didn't tell him but he had always trusted her judgment.

He was unsure of that though. Genevieve was a wonderful person. She fought back when he yelled and did everything he asked. She was gentle and kind and would undoubtedly pass his noona's inspection. Even though he was still working on his feelings, Eri was still noona.

Junho was content in his silence as he headed back to the flat until he heard something he hated hearing. A woman screamed just ahead of him. He was the oldest child in his family and had a strict code about how women should be treated. Making them scream was not one of them. Not thinking, he ran up ahead in search for the voice.

He turned the corner and found the one person he never thought to see in a fight. Genevieve sat on the ground against the building as the man who had to be Claude stood above her with a fist clenched. Junho strode forward and shoved him hard into the wall. He reached his casted hand down because he knew as soon as Claude regained his balance he was going to strike back.

He had just pulled Genevieve to a standing position when he was attacked from behind. Claude shoved him into the woman but Junho had enough time to brace himself against the wall to keep from crushing her. He thrust his back leg out and caught Claude around the ankle. He pulled his foot forward and Claude crashed into him. He turned suddenly and caught the man in a headlock. Claude sputtered as his air flow was cut off.

Genevieve had never seen a man act out of pure instinct. She had never seen Junho until he had shoved Claude out of the way. He had been so quiet. She figured he had enough experience sneaking out that he could move around so quietly.

Concern flashed through her mind briefly as she watched Claude sputter, but as soon as he did, Junho shoved him away. He hit the wall across from them hard and bounced just a little. Junho stared down at him.

"Take this as your break up," he said. "No man ever has a right to lay his hands on a woman. You should be grateful I let you off as easy as I did. Let's go, Gene."

She didn't argue with him, taking his hand and following him from the side street. They were lucky they hadn't attracted any more attention than Junho. Then again it was probably a really good thing. Claude was a lawyer and a lawyer going to jail was never a good thing. But the downside was if Claude wanted he could press assault charges on Junho. The Korean didn't seem scared by that prospect as he led them towards her flat. How did he even know?

She pulled out her key and unlocked her door as he waited out in the hallway. She had to beckon him inside or he would have stood there the entire time. She looked at him when he closed the door.

"Pack whatever you're going to need for a few months in Korea," he said succinctly. She gaped at him. "You told me to go home. I'm going home, but you're coming with me. I'm going to need help at the bakery as Junho and McCall work on the second shop."

She frowned at him. "Your brother's opening the second shop?"

He nodded. "He's going to oversee the process in opening it. He's going to hire everyone other than the chefs and then make sure the whole place is running smoothly. We've got funding from some friends to help us. They said we can pay them back at any time in coffee and pastries. I'm going to be very busy paying them back."

"Is this investor Eri DeArgint?" When he didn't answer her, she sighed. "You have to get over her."

"It's not like that. We're friends. Woo Bin knows how much it takes to open a company. He decided to loan us the money. Eri was the one who came up with the idea of paying back in food. She's always hungry. Get packed. You'll stay with me until we leave."

His tone didn't call for any argument. She couldn't give one if he was already like this. He didn't make decisions lightly. If he was going home, there was a good reason behind it. If it had nothing to do with his brother, that was even better.

"Who's going to be the chef at the new shop?" she asked as she started hefting suitcases from the hall closet.

"I will until I can get someone as equally as trained as I am to come in. Then I'll probably go back to the original shop my dad started. That shop is home anyway."

"What aren't you telling me?"

"Don't worry about it. You'll find out as soon as we get to Korea."

He wasn't going to say anything more so she just started throwing everything she knew she couldn't live five minutes without into the suitcases. She cleaned out her bathroom and bookshelves which earned her a couple of raised eyebrows. Her closets were next, taking up two suitcases. Her shoes filled up a small trunk.

"Why do girls have to have so much crap?" he asked as he picked up the stuffed animal she'd had since she was five.

She snatched it back. "We just do. Don't tell me Eri doesn't have as much stuff as I do."

"She doesn't, but Woo Bin has enough to make up for it. That's what happens when you're rich and refuse to throw anything away for as long as you're alive."

It took an hour but Genevieve packed everything she would need while in Korea. She didn't know what he had planned but he had been thorough so far. He had probably called in his friends for help to find her a place.

"What are your friends like?" she asked as she helped him lug everything downstairs.

"Yi Jeong and Ga Eul just got married and already are waiting on their first kid. It seems they can't wait to have children so they get pregnant before they get married. Yi Jeong is the potter I told you about, the one Francesco works closely with. Then there's Ji Hoo and his wife Kyu Lee. They too just recently got married and had their first kid, Hoon Min. They did it right actually. The baby was born almost a year and a half after their marriage. Jan Di and Jun Pyo are the two I don't know very well. Jun Pyo runs Shinhwa group and his wife is a member of Doctors without Borders. She's on hiatus since they're expecting their second child, a little boy I think. The person closest in age to me is Min Ho. He's only a few months older than me and Junsu. He's not married and I don't think he and his girl will get married. They're just not the type. To put it succinctly, everyone is nuts but very protective of each other."

She was going to hate herself, but she had to ask. "Where does Eri fit in all this?"

"She's the glue that holds us all together. It's hard to explain so you're just going to have to see it when we get to Korea."

Genevieve helped him load all her luggage in the taxi then rode in silence with him back to his flat. It was going to take a little bit for Claude to realize she was gone. By that time she was going to be in Korea with a group of people she barely knew. Well, the only one she did know was Junho. She had to get to know everyone quickly. She knew she had to pass the friendship test they had to be considered family but was a little scared about doing so. What would that entail? And if she couldn't pass it would she be ostracized?