Welcome back to Seoul's Dawning, the sequel to Macau at Night. We are lemon-limey fresh today so be warned.
As the wedding is drawing close I'm time lining events, half for my own sanity I assure you.
We will be in English and Russian at various points. I think most of you guys know the diff by now but it's a reminder for any newbies.
Big thanks to everyone for continuing to read and review, flip back a chapter or two if you get mixed up at any point.
XOXO
See you at the end.
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Friday Evening - 2 days before the wedding
How the head of the Song Clan got wind of* her husband's condition she would never know. Clearly someone wasn't to be trusted, but finding out who could be a lengthy process. It was easier to move him and hire new staff.
This needed to be handled delicately. The right words to the right people and the money trail hidden discretely. He was to remain a Hong Gildong*, staying anonymous and hidden away.
Having finished arranging for the hospital in Hong Kong to transport him to their home in Seoul, Madam Kang summoned her secretary. One of the few people she trusted implicitly, she tasked him with hiring the appropriate care staff.
'This is what I should have done in the first place.' she thought, disposing of the phone's SIM card to be safe; safety was everything right now.
Rushing now, so as not to arrive late, Madam Kang took the seat between her children. Jun-hee had been uncharacteristically obedient since she arrived, making her suspicious. Although she had long ago tapped both of their phones, the latest call summary told her nothing. Either they were getting smarter or finally growing up; as much as she hoped it was the latter, she doubted it.
With a quick text she instructed her staff to check her daughters hotel room, for safety sake. She didn't need any more surprises. The shock of having to deal with the Song clan that morning was more than enough for one day.
Rising to exchange pleasantries with the Ha family, the President of Shin-Hwa kept a close eye on Jae-Kyung and her son. They spoke relatively little throughout the meal, and even less to each other, but their body language gave them away.
"I'm looking forward to seeing you in your dress tomorrow, I'm sure you will be radiant. Isn't than right Jun Pyo?"
The way he fumbled over his words, looking away with a blush, sealed it. Unsure whether the heiress' parents noticed her son's behavior, she kept her realization to herself.
They were in love.
Yes, she could work with this.
"It's okay you can keep it, I have a spare."
Confused, the short haired girl blurted out, "What do you need two for?", before blushing head to toe.
"Oh... okay, are you sure?"
"Definitely. Not a problem." Yulina said, before continuing with a laugh, "But don't ever tell me what you used them for, deal?"
Smiling ear to ear, Ha Jae Kyung readily agreed. Eagerly sliding the handcuffs into her bag, she waved a goodnight to the F2 who were just entering the room.
The Don Juan would have to be blind not to see the telltale smirk on his girlfriend's face, "Hey babe. What was that about?".
"It seems Gu Jun Pyo is going to have an interesting wedding night."
The group quieted down when Ga Eul came in, but she protested being the left out. Recounting the story once more, the curly haired girl wiped a tear out of her eye. Still chuckling, she smiled coyly at the handsome man by her side.
"Don't worry I still have one pair left." she said, leaning forward to rest her palm on his chest.
"Is that a promise kulkolka?" The Don Juan replied, one eyebrow raised in amusement.
"Most definitely my drakonchik."
Seeking some quiet from the endless chatter going on in their friends' room the young couple retreated to the balcony, only to be interrupted a moment later by a call.
So Yi Jeong smirked when he looked at the number, and apologized to Ga Eul as he went back inside to take the call.
Left alone, the petite girls' mind drifted back to what Yulina told her about Jae-Kyung's request. Was that the kind of thing Yi Jeong liked too?
She'd heard stories about his sexual exploits, although how many were true she couldn't say. To be fair she wasn't sure she even wanted to know.
It was still the elephant in the room between them. Whenever he let something slip about his past affairs, he'd immediately give her this panicked look and change the topic.
'What does that even mean?' she sighed, shaking her head. 'It's not like I don't know about his past.'
Shaking the thoughts out of her head, she heard the balcony door opening. "Everything alright?" she asked gently. He'd been on and off the phone all evening, and it was obvious the former Casanova was planning something.
"Naturally." he replied casually, "After all you're here."
Back at her side, he moved to wrap his arms around her waist from behind and they gazed out at the water together.
"I love it when you're cheesy." Ga Eul replied, almost purring as he kissed up her neck.
"Me? Cheesy? I think you mean romantic." he mumbled inbetween kisses.
"I've heard it both ways." she teased, her eyes heavy lidded as he inched his kissed down her collarbone.
"Do you know tomorrow will officially be the longest I've ever been involved with somebody."
"Hmm... does that mean I win a prize?"
"It means you already have..."
"Oh, so cheesy."
"You mean romantic." he corrected, his breath heavy in her ear. As arms enveloped her, he shut his eyes and let his senses overtake him. The hint of blackcurrant and vanilla, the smell that was so uniquely Ga Eul, soothed him. She felt so small in his arms, almost fragile, and he forced himself awake; lest he drift off and crush her against the railing.
Of course Chu Ga Eul was anything but fragile; 'although... maybe once' he thought.
Looking back on it, he was rather proud of himself for helping her find her inner strength when that idiot boyfriend of hers broke her heart. At the time he told himself he was looking out for a friend of a friend's girlfriend, and that he only did so because he hated seeing her crushed by a coldhearted guy, too like himself for comfort.
It was one of the few moments in their early relationship that didn't leave a bitter taste in his mouth.
"What are you thinking of?" she asked softly. Turning her head to rest against his chest, she listened to his heartbeat.
Gently stroking her long hair, the former Casanova confessed his thoughts. "I was remembering when I brought you to my studio after I found you crying in the street."
"Mmm." Ga Eul hummed in displeasure, "After that jerk... I can't believe how stupid I was."
"You weren't stupid."
"I felt stupid." Blushing a bit at the memory, she went on, "I never apologized for making a scene that day."
Shifting her position Ga Eul looked up at him, "But, I guess I'm not really sorry."
A smirk on his face Yi Jeong, nuzzled into her, "Is that so?"
"Mmm, yes. You see... that was the first time I felt something for you."
"Ah yes, my performance."
"No, not that. That was... embarrassing."
"Embarrassing? I thought I looked pretty cool up there."
"It was... a bit much Sunbae."
Agape Yi Jeong shook his head. "Only you Ga Eul-yang. So if it wasn't my performance..." he said, waiting for her to explain.
"It was just... you. It was like the curtain lifted, and there you were."
Looking into her dreamy eyes, he ran his fingers along her jawline and gave her a gentle kiss. "So... no saxophone for our anniversary?"
Eyes widening she replied quickly, "Please no.", before coyly looking away with a smirk. "..but, it's only two weeks. We don't have to do anything much." she said bashfully, remembering all that had taken place on their one week anniversary.
"Hmm." Yi Jeong mused on this, "What if I want to?"
An endless array of possibilities went through Ga Eul's head. The F4 were notorious for their celebrations and she feared, if left unchecked, the famed lover would almost certainly go overboard.
Thinking quickly, the porridge shop girl blurted out an idea that had come to her after their first date. "How about after school we can wander around the galleries in Samcheongdong. There's one, Swurve, I think you'll like...in... particular..."
A sour look crossed Yi Jeong's handsome face and Ga Eul raised an eyebrow at his expression, prompting him to confess his thoughts. "It's not what I had in mind..."
"I'll make a deal with you." Ga Eul girlfriend said, turning fully around now in his arms and standing on her tiptoes. "I plan this Monday and you can plan Friday."
"Friday?"
"Mmm." she replied, "Two weeks since you asked me out, officially that is. Did you forget?"
"Never."
Jae-Kyung squeezed his balls while, at the top of the bed, the Shin-Hwa heir moaned throatily completely forgetting why he came to his fiance's room so late at night.
Rolling back into position once the brief high passed, Gu Jun Pyo spread her lips with his fingers; finding her clit was never the problem, holding onto it was.
Latching onto the swollen red nub just as his fiance began deep-throating him, he sucked as long as he could. Slowly losing his mind, he grabbing her ass and buried his face fully into her wetness.
The new position was awkward at first but it was fast becoming his favorite one yet.
The feeling of her mouth gliding up, pumping his thick cock, while she wrapped an arm around his ass to hold him close was the closest thing he'd felt to heaven in his life.
With renewed vigor he dived his face back into her folds and, spreading them wider, forced his tongue up into her body.
The Shin-Hwa heir soon grew rough; plunging his tongue and fingers into her body he drank down her juices. Meanwhile, his hips had taken on a mind of their own and finally losing control, he lifted his dripping chin.
"A-AH, YEEEES."
Steadily working his cock Jae Kyung's tongue moved rapidly, drinking down one stream of milky cum after another. Trembling on top of her, he ground his hips harder only for her to pinch his ass.
"Monkey!" he cried, his high lost, "What did you do that for?" Pouting, he let her up and rubbed the sore spot.
"I prefer not to be suffocated Jun." Inching closer the heiress slid her hand back up his thigh and then climbed in his lap.
Her cum was still all over his mouth, and he went to wipe it off when she stopped him. "Don't bother, YOUR work isn't done yet." Then, laying back, she spread her legs.
Her body aching for her release she guided him back down, clutching his hair and wrapping her legs around his neck. "Oh Jun, it's so good. More, harder, yes that's it." she cried out, humping his face.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, make me cum, yes oh Jun."
Working in a fever, Gu Jun Pyo pumped four finger into her body as he sucked and flicked her clit. She was clearly enjoying herself, but he was getting frustrated that he couldn't bring her that final release. Unsure what more she could want, he finally caved and asked.
Also frustrated Jae Kyung went into the other room, coming back carrying a familiar box. Blushing when he remembered stepping into the sex shop with her in New York, he balked at the sight of the large vibrator.
"THAT!" Jun Pyo shouted, "That's what you need?" Slightly offended, he chewed on his inside cheek when she climbed back in bed, but watching her turn it on and slide it up into her body was arousing and the more she moaned the more he ached for her.
His cock in his hand, he hovered above her, "Jae. I want you."
"Go on then, slide it in Jun." Pulling the vibrator aside she lifted her hips. "I want it at the same time."
Growling in need, the Shin-Hwa heir slid towards her. He wasn't sure how this was going to work, but excited to try he slowly pushed forward, entering her tight body.
"Ohhhh Jae." he called breathless, the vibrations working on him as well. Lifting her hips, he thrust forward entering her deeply and pounded into her hard.
"That's it Jun" she cried, getting closer. "Mmm, more... yeah, like that." The hard slap of their bodies filled her ears as she finally came, "Oh yesss. Ah ah ah."
Feeling the tremble of her inner walls was his cue to let go and, no longer holding back, he came quickly. "AHHHHHHH" he shouted, until his throat was hoarse.
Still working, the vibrator's movements continued to make them both tremble. Holding still, enjoying the prolonged high, Jun Pyo barely heard his fiance when she complained she was getting sore ,and she had to pinch his ass again to get his attention.
Laying side by side on their backs, the engaged couple panted, as they gradually regained their breath.
"Jae... that was..."
"Mhm." she agreed. Pausing for a few seconds, she looked down his sweat covered body before something occurred to her. "Didn't you come in here to talk about tomorrow?"
Chuckling, Jun Pyo snorted. "Our wedding." Then, glowering, remembered what he wanted to say. "I think the witch knows."
"You mean about Jan Di-yah."
"Yes." he said, rolling over to his stomach and looking at his fiance. "Think about it. If she wasn't rescued, if my mother thought her... dead, don't you think she'd of crowed about it by now?"
"What are you trying to say?" Resting on one elbow, Ha Jae Kyung furrowed her brows in confusion.
"She's too calm. I don't think it's over Jae, that woman always has something up her sleeve."
Sitting in her room after a successful dinner with the Ha family, 'that woman', Madam Kang shooed out her assistant. She needed to be alone; she needed to think.
Her 'overly paid', she decided, security staff reported the Guem girl rescued by none other than the Song clan! In the middle of their meal there was nothing she could do, and with the Song's involved she was untouchable. At least for the moment.
The cruel woman massaged her temple, willing away the incoming headache. She'd tried everything she could think of to get that leech out of their lives; 'Kidnapped her twice, destroyed her home... also twice, what more do I have to do?'
Madam Kang smirked when the thought occurred to her; Jan Di was more of a cockroach than a leech. Her wicked grin widening, she made a decision.
'If I can't force that cockroach to leave, maybe I can make it want to go instead.'
Taking out her phone, she mused on who to dial first.
Saturday morning (24 hours to the wedding)
Yoon Ji Hoo stared down into his girlfriend's warm brown eyes. She said she was feeling better, and judging from the way he'd woken she wasn't lying; but Jan Di had a history of overexerting herself and he wanted to be careful.
Gently dancing his fingertips along her bottom lip, he watched as she fluttered her eyes shut before finally leaning in for a kiss. Allowing his lips to linger his senses threatened to override his brain.
The intensity of his love for her was simple too overwhelming. Her touch, her scent, the feel of her lips left him unable to think. Their hot breaths mixed in between kisses and when he slid his tongue over her lower lip, Jan Di immediately acquiesced.
A soft moan escaped her lips when their tongues first touched, making a new intensity coursed through him. Weaving their tongues and legs together he rolled his hips, pressing his weight against her. Then, not wanting to part, he slid a hand to her bottom and guided her movements.
The quiet man's eyes shot open and he groaned when he felt his girlfriend squeeze the head of his cock. Looking down to watch her touch him he pushed back to give her hand more room and he almost lost his balance when she stroked him.
"...ah...ah... Jan Di-yah. AH!" he cried when she swirled her thumb over his tip.
Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried not to moan as she continued to spread his pre-cum around his swollen cock; but he was so sensitive to her touch that it was becoming a challenge.
"please jan di" he whispered, trembling as she rubbed another drop around his head. Looking at her own panties, he leaned down grazing them with his length.
Responding to his unspoken request by opening her legs wider and thrusting forward, Jan Di pulled her underwear aside exposing herself to his hungry eyes.
Ji Hoo's breathing hitched when, slowly, he dipped the tip of his head into her wet folds. Balancing on one arm, while holding his base, he teased her entrance; she was so wet he didn't doubt he could slide right up in. Imagining doing just that, his playing almost came to an abrupt halt when Jan Di thrust upwards.
Pulling back in time, Ji Hoo shuffled down the bed smiling at his girlfriend's act of impatience. She was still too bashful to say what she wanted out loud.
'But' he thought, as he slid off her panties, 'that fine. After all Guem Jan Di's honorary firefighter is ready for anything.'
Up early as usual, the head of the Song clan was surprised to find his wife waiting for him downstairs for breakfast. Latching onto his arm, she tugged him along until she found the prefect spot.
The little cafe, 'Jayz', was peaceful and slightly secluded. It would give them room to talk, but not be so private that he'd dare raise his voice to shout; after all she suspected shouting might be involved.
"I want you to back off and let our son and Yulina be."
"Let them be?" he shook his head, "That's exactly what I can't do."
The clan leader cleared his throat and took a sip of bitter coffee. Seeing his wife wasn't going to give in he tried to explain, "It'll only be worse for him if I let it go on, a quick pain now is better. I've seen what the other kind can do."
He frowned thinking back on his own first love, and the way she fell apart when he had to choose a stranger for his bride. Strengthening his family was vital in his line of work, and more important than his own wants; but he waited too long to break it off.
He'd had time to think and process it, so he was able to come to terms with his fate. His girlfriend, at the time, didn't.
Hysterical and violent he couldn't keep her calm when he broke the news, and she had to be sedated. Too psychotic to be released for months, his selfishness destroyed her life.
Now his son was looking at a similar path. 'This is better. This was what I should have done.'
'Has it really been thirty years?' he thought looking at his youthful wife. Taking her hand he gave it a small kiss. His marriage had turned out alright in the end. The boy would get over her.
"How do you know they'll even stay together?" the Queen of the Song clan asked, smiling at his show of affection.
"The way our son is, do you think he's ever breaking up with her again?"
"Yulina doesn't even want to get married.
"People change their minds."
Crossing her arms the Mafia Queen leaned back, and a half smile crawled it's way onto her lips, "Yes, yes they do."
Her implication was obvious, and if it'd been anyone else he'd of been cross for the disrespect; but with her the clan leader just chuckled. "How about this, I'll go talk with her and..."
"And..."
"No promises my love."
"No peeking!" the long haired girl yelped, jumping up from her spot at the table. Halfway through breakfast she hid her phone against her chest and pouted until Yi Jeong sat back down.
"Why can't I know what you're planning? What if we're planning the same thing?"
"I think that's highly unlikely Sunbae. Besides, I've already told you what I have in mind."
"You've told me the neighborhood, not where we're going."
"Don't you like surprises?"
Tapping his chin with his finger, the famed potter made a show about considering her question. "Do I like surprises? Hmm?"
"Well do you?"
"Sometimes yes and sometimes no."
"That's not a real answer."
He leaned on one elbow, casting her an amused look. Their banter was one of his favorite parts of the day and his eyes twinkled with mischief.
"If the surprise is anything like last night, I'm sure I will enjoy it."
"Sunbae!"
"Really, it was one of the best surprises of my life."
Scarlet faced, Ga Eul's mouth open and closed like a fish; making the former Casanova chuckle to himself.
Regaining her composure, the petite girl chastised him for teasing her.
"I'll make a deal Ga Eul-Yang, I'll stop teasing you when you stop blushing so prettily."
"...sunbae..."
Song Woo Bin adjusted the tight bandage, helping his girlfriend rewrap it after her shower.
"What good does this even do?" she joked.
"For you or for me?" the Don Juan replied, running his hands along her bandaged ribs and up to her breasts. Quirking a half smile at his girlfriend, he ran his thumbs over her nipples before gently drawing her in close.
"How long has it been?" Yulina purred.
Shaking his head he merely replied, "Too long."
The Russian girl's hand was just sliding to undo his pants when a shrill ring made them both jump.
Frozen, they listened to the persistent cry from Yulina's laptop before mutually agreeing to pick up where they left off later.
There first, Woo Bin greeted his girlfriend's grandmother in the few words of Russian he knew before running out of vocabulary. Fortunately Yulina didn't keep them waiting more than a beat.
"Здравствуйт!" she shouted enthusiastically. "Grandmother it's been too long, how are you?"
"How good can I be when I hardly get a chance to speak to my only granddaughter?"
"Baba..."
"And now I hear from your father that you are injured?"
"Baba, I'm alright really. Just sore."
"And now you're lying to me. Do you need me to come over there?"
"Baba NO. Really I'm fine."
"Now I know you are unwell. I know you moved in with that boy. You know I think that is a terrible idea."
"Baba!"
"The less you know about one another before marriage the better."
"Baba please." Yulina whispered sharply, casting her eyes over to the man beside her to signal the older woman to change to topic.
"My Yuli, I worry about you. All alone there." before her granddaughter could interject, she continued, "Oh, he doesn't count."
Feeling worn out already, the Russian girl wanted to get to the point of the Skype call.
"Not that I don't love for you to call me, but is there something particular on your mind today; and can we switch to English. Please?"
Yulina's grandmother furrowed her brow, and brushed aside a few white curls from her forehead. She'd been hoping to speak to her granddaughter alone, but it seemed that wasn't going to happen. Sliding her glasses to the tip of her thin nose before removing them, she sighed before caving to her granddaughters pleading look.
"Yuli my love." she began, also giving Song Woo Bin a slight nod of acknowledgement. "A few friends of mine in Moscow have reported some curious inquiries as of late. Someone has been searching into our family's service records..."
"What?"
"Oh they didn't find anything." the wiry older woman said flippantly. "Your great-great-grandparents went into exile shortly after their marriage and most before that was destroyed... and of course Vladislav's people noticed right away. You know how paranoid your cousin in is, just like your late grandfather, rest his soul."
"What did papa say?"
The Prince of the Song clan listened quietly as the two women discussed the situation. Ever since they answered the call he'd had a slow sinking feeling.
Recalling the one, and only, time he spoke with the older woman before he was working to school his expression. He'd spoken virtually no Russian at the time, but even he could tell she'd thought him an idiot. It was a few months later he met Petr and learned why.
'My Baba is a bit... traditional... to her smiling with no reason is a sign of stupidity. Just be yourself and you'll be fine.'
Petr had gone on to tell him a few bits and pieces about the family matriarch, all of which made it clear Woo Bin wanted to get on her good side and now was as good a time as any to try.
Realizing his attention had been drifting, he snapped his head back to the screen in time to hear Yulina's grandmother's next words.
"They traced the breech, do I need to tell you where it came from?"
Looking directly at Song Woo Bin now, the sharp tongued woman continued, "Deliver a message young man."
"Ma'am?" he said, his throat suddenly quite dry.
Not waiting for, or expecting, a reply she went on. "Tell your father next time he wants to know something to pick up a phone. After all... I have nothing to hide."
With a great sigh she then turned back to her granddaughter, "But I am content to let things be, for the moment.", then turning her steely gaze back again to the auburn haired man she began the inquisition.
"If you're going to be with my only granddaughter you better start telling me more about yourself."
Eyes wide, Song Woo Bin answered another of Yulina's grandmother's questions. This one easier than the last, he explained he was an only child and had only younger cousins.
"So you are the eldest in your generation."
Hoping to regain control over the conversation, Woo Bin nodded and tried to shift the topic.
"Yes. Yulina has told me much about Krasnodar. I hope we can visit, in the summer perhaps."
"I expect no less. You hear that child, you ARE going to visit this year."
Without skipping a beat the clever woman went back to addressing the Prince of the Song clan."This Don Juan title. Who gave you this ridiculous name?"
"Ah, it was so long ago now... It started as a joke... amongst friends."
"And this was a compliment to you?" Quickly turning to her granddaughter she asked, "Child is he soft in the head*?"
"Baba!"
"You will have beautiful, but stupid children."
Disturbed or saved, depending on your point of view, by a knock on the door Woo Bin excused himself from the conversation. They had gone back to Russian again, and the fast paced dialogue was all but lost on him.
Feeling frustrated that he again didn't seem to be making a good impression, the Don Juan raked his hand through his hair. He'd tried being charming and she thought him stupid, so he tried being formal but it still was no good. Suppressing a groan he opened the door and took a few steps back out of politeness.
This was the last thing he needed right now.
"You're coming with me. I need a man's opinion and your father's no help."
Dragged out of the hotel room by his mother before he could protest, Woo Bin cast his girlfriend a quick panicked look.
The unexpected visit wasn't unwelcome, but the abruptness of it all left the Russian girl stunned. Completely alone now with the head of the Song clan, Yulina stood like a deer in headlights.
"May I call you Yulina?" he began politely, indicating she should sit.
Unsure what was going on she nodded, then bowed slightly. "Sir." Taking a chair as far away as she could from where he was sitting, without looking rude, the curly haired girl belatedly asked if she could get him anything. "Tea perhaps?"
"No, I am fine. Thank you." Looking half amused at how uncomfortable he was making the girl the head of the Song clan acquiesced. "Actually I'll have a coffee, black."
Immediately up, Yulina went to the breakfast display and returned quickly. Having never spoken to her boyfriend's father alone, the Russian girl was unsure what to say.
"Perhaps I should begin." the clan leader said, interrupting her thoughts. "Has my son spoken to you?" he asked simply.
Pursing her lips when she remembered what he'd told her the other night she replied, "You don't like Woo Bin-ah and I living together." Out of the corner of her eye she noticed movement and she realized she'd left her grandmother on hold.
"No, I do not." Pausing to have a sip of his coffee, the mafia leader went on, "My son will need to take a bride soon, and it would be seen as inappropriate if word of your cohabitation got out to the other families."
The head of the Song clan watched as the young woman's expression changed. "I see."
With a grim look Yulina went casually back to her computer, "Just a moment.". Typing a quick goodbye to her grandmother she paused at his next words.
"My apologies but this is how it is. Since I can't trust my son to break things off I'm coming to you."
"You want me to break up with him? she said, incredulous, while looking directly at her grandmother. Tears formed, despite her best efforts, and Yulina squared her jaw trying to be strong.
Unaware of his audience, the stern man readily switched to English to get his point across. "Yes, that would be easiest in the end."
"...perhaps it would..." the Russian girl said softly. "But I'm going to have to say no."
Smirking at her response, the intimidating man rose to his full height. "I don't think you understand."
Whether it was his mocking tone or his words, something snapped fueling Yulina's anger. "Is that so." she replied sharply, rising to her feet.
Initially brushing off her response as an emotional outburst, the tall man sized the Russian girl up; he could certainly understand his son's attraction to her.
"You're a clever girl, you know how this works."
Growing more annoyed at the way he was speaking to her, Yulina replied coldly, "No. Tell me how does this work."
"Marriage is more than the union of two people, it's the union of two families. The heir of the Song clan will marry someone whose family can be a valuable asset."
"... and that's not me."
"No. It's not you."
"I can't bring anything valuable to the Song clan."
"Nothing I can see. After all who are you? The daughter of a mid level diplomat?"
Drawing a sharp breath Yulina stood rigid. "Who am I?" With a laugh, the Russian girl shook her head. What would her grandmother say? Casting a quick glance down to the computer screen she didn't have to wait long to find out.
"You mean you don't know? And here I thought the Song clan was legendary, but you don't even know who your son is dating."
"Watch your tone." he barked in response, unaware who he was speaking with.
Fully irate Yulina had had enough. 'He thinks he can talk this way to me? Let him try it on Baba!'
Turning the computer screen around the stoic face of Elisa Vladimirovna stared out icily.
"She is Yulina Vladimirovna*. Daughter of Aleks and Maite, Granddaughter of Elisa and Karl Vladimirovna. Great-granddaughter to Nicolas and Theresa. Great-great granddaughter to Ferdinand and Mandy. Great-great great granddaughter to Alfred, Duke of Edinburgh and Grand Duchess Marie. Do you need me to go on? We know who we are but who are you? What will YOU bring to MY family?"
Saturday Noon
Shooing off her boyfriend's concern Guem Jan Di went to sit on the edge of the bed, listening to the doctor's report. Although the Wonder Girl was stabilized the older man was hesitant to release her.
Explaining that she had a wedding to be in tomorrow Jan Di gave the doctor her best doe eyes. "I don't want to disappoint Unnie, she's so nervous as it is." she said, looking away with a slight pout.
Arms crossed, the golden boy leaned against the far wall listening to whole thing. He couldn't see from this angle, but he would well imagine Jan Di's expression. 'That poor guy doesn't have a chance.' he smirked, watching as the doctor predictably caved to Jan Di's request.
With a word of warning about not overdoing things, that left them both blushing, the doctor went to start the paperwork.
"I'll call the others to let them know." Ji Hoo began, taking out his phone as he went to his girlfriend's side.
"No." Jan Di replied quickly, surprising the tawny haired man. "Just, for now, let's keep it between us. Please." she began.
"Jan Di-yah..."
"If she finds out..." she interrupted, "she could make trouble."
Seeing her concerned look made the quiet man's heart clench painfully. Quickly at her side, he wrapped her in his arms as her warm tears fell. He knew what she was thinking, and also wanted to avoid a confrontation with Jun Pyo's mother.
"I don't want anyone to get hurt because of me." Jan Di said in a small voice, burying her face deeper into his chest.
"It will be difficult, she had spies everywhere." he murmured in her ear. "At least, let me call Woo Bin for help."
After a pregnant pause she nodded her consent. Pulling back, she wiped her face, and sniffed. "But just Woo Bin, not even Yuli-ssi should know."
"I'm sure that's fine, I don't think Yulina's up for much right now anyway." Reading Jan Di's confused expression, Ji Hoo realized she had no idea what had gone on the other night.
"You didn't hear. Of course not..." he said more to himself than her.
"Hear what?"
"Ah..." he racked his brains for how to explain what happened without alarming her. "After you were taken..."
Thinking on it now, it occurred to Ji Hoo that the timing was too perfect to be coincidental.
Making a mental note to speak to the Don Juan about it he went on, "A mob of girls turned up outside the front of the hotel when Woo Bin was out looking for Yi Jeong and Chu Ga Eul. By the time they got back it was chaos."
"Oh no."
Squeezing one of Jan Di's hands he explained what happened to Ga Eul, "but she's alright. Yuli-ssi went to get her, she's... less alright."
The look of shock on her face grew as Ji Hoo went on, "She's pretty banged up. We tried to get her to see a doctor when she was here, but she won't listen."
"I see." Thoughtful now, the Wonder Girl made plans for what to say to her friend when she saw her. 'I'll have to thank her for looking out for Ga Eul... and then smack her for not looking out for herself.'
"Don't worry, I'll talk some sense to her." Jan Di promised.
Recognizing his girlfriend's tone, Yoon Ji Hoo didn't envy the Russian Girl one bit. Quiet permeated the room as the two sat together, each lost in their own thoughts.
The athletic girl worried her bottom lip, wracking her brain for a way to sneak past Madam Kang's spies. "Ji Hoo-yah, do you think I could borrow a doctor's coat."
"Hmm?" he furrowed his brow, confused by her question.
"It's just... I have an idea."
She knew he thought he silly, but as the Golden Boy didn't have any better ideas they went ahead with it. Figuring it would be good practice for later, Jan Di practiced a stern, serious expression in the mirror until she was satisfied she looked professional enough.
Clad in the borrowed white coat, and tortoiseshell glasses, she finished the look by twisting her hair into a messy knot atop her head. Rolling the large sleeves up a bit, she tucked a pen behind her ear for good measure and scrutinized her reflection.
"What do you think? Will it do?" she asked her boyfriend, spinning around twice.
On the bed as he watched her performance, an amused Ji Hoo asked her to turn about again.
"I don't know." he said, shaking his head. "Maybe. Can you show me again?"
Complying, it wasn't until her fifth spin that she caught on to his joke.
"Ha ha, very funny Yoon Ji Hoo." she mocked, "I'm serious now. What do you think?"
Although he knew her disguise wouldn't fool anyone, she seemed so nervous he thought it best not to mention it; so he went with something else.
"You look cute."
"Cute!" Jan Di exclaimed, surprised by the compliment. She thought herself frumpy and rather ridiculous looking; decidedly NOT cute.
"Very cute."
"VERY cute! Oh, Ji Hoo-yah, stop teasing me." she blushed.
"Who's teasing?" he asked. Quirking a half smile he rose to his feet and sauntered over. Hands in his pockets he leaned forward and looked her in the eyes. It didn't take more than a second for her to grow uncomfortable and, maintaining his stare, reached up to undo her hair.
His grin widened at the look of surprise in her eyes when he finally kissed her.
"Jan Di-yah." he said breathily, his lips barely brushing her own. "...very... VERY cute." Swiftly pressing his body to her own, he captured her lips hungrily. The need inside him reawakened, he slid his hands to cup her ass; lifting her in the process and guiding her legs around his hips.
The brief thought that he needed to feel her, to be inside her once more, flitted through his mind as he pushed her up against the nearest wall. He'd been trying not to think about the upcoming wedding or stress about what Madam Kang was up to. Jun Pyo said he didn't think it was over yet, but what else could she possible do to them?
Staring into her dark eyes, he pushed aside his worried thoughts and began to grind his hips. His swollen cock ached with anticipation and, not breaking eye contact, he slid his fingers down into her stolen scrubs.
"AH." she cried out, even thought Ji Hoo had given her only the very barest of touch.
Furrowing his brow he gave her a hard stare and began again. His long fingers again slid smoothly down, Jan Di wetness easing their way, and they readily found the swollen nub. Starting gently Ji Hoo made small circles until, finding her clit, he began to apply more pressure.
"Mmmm" Jan Di moaned as his speed increased. "Oh, Ji Hoo..."
"Yes, call my name." he grunted in response.
His fingers were so slick they were dripping and, biting his top lip to hold in his cries, he pulled out his raging hard cock and smoothly guided himself in.
"Oh yes, Jan Di-yah." he cried when she slid her hands up his shirt to pinch his dark nipples.
"Ah, look at me." he panted, breathless as their mutual orgasm neared.
He wanted to see, to watch her every expression as she went from pleasure to ecstasy in his arms. He wanted to live in this moment, and forget everything else. No matter what the witch was planning to throw at them next, she can't take this from him.
No one can.
"The Madam has left you all alone. She left you to rot, to starve." Madam Kang said, with false sympathy, "I can help. You can stay in the apartment, I'll look after you. Haven't I always kept you safe?"
"What about..." the timid girl began.
"Your debt to me? Tang Yeong-Gi, we can discuss that when you get here. I'm sending a car to get you, pack light. Anything you need will be provided once you're here."
"...alright... Thank you Ma'am."
"No need for that dear. You are practically family."
Hanging up the phone, the fake smile dropped from the cruel woman's face. "Family." she spat at the mere thought of being related to so low a girl. Still, the day was looking up.
AN:
Oh the witch isn't done yet is she?
I've got a few notes for those of you who have noticed.
1) Got wind of - this means found out about
2) Hong Gildong - okay so after a bit of research I came across this Korean term (according to the internet so who knows?) which means a John Doe, person without an identity
3) Soft in the head - a bit stupid
4) Yulina's ancestry - this was kind of hinted at in an earlier chapter - the idea is that she has, if you got back far enough, royal lineage to Queen Vic. This isn't a huge stretch as Queen V had so many children they've got relatives in every corner of the world. Basically took the names of her grandchildren, etc and threw them in a blender to come up with this, and then gave Mandy a shout out. Just go with it okay?
5) Здравствуйт - Hello (formal)
6) Tang Yeong-Gi is the girl who Woo Bin met who took over the apartment from his former tutor. She also is the one being told off by the Madam and MK for inviting him in. Her name I made by combining a few of the reviewers: Tang (Tini + Angee) and Yeong-Gi (according to my site means something along the lines of Glory Rises - so that's for you Glory.
7) Jayjayzek's Cafe is serving now - place your orders for next chapter please LOL
PS:
So Baba is something isn't she? She's like Yulina dialed up to 11. We may see her again.
Liked writing the SoEul fluff in this chapter, hope you liked it too.
In our next chapter:
JanHoo
JP's last night of freedom
MK's revenge (nope this woman will NOT let it be)
PS: Let me know if you find any errors as I'm a terrible proof reader so I'm sure I've missed something.
PPS: Let me know what you want to see more of!
PPPS: So let's talk K Drama what's everyone watching now that Meteor Garden is done?