A/N: Wow thanks so much for the reviews on the last chapter ; I'm glad you guys liked it :) Someone wanted a bit of JanHoo ; I will try to work that in but it will not be in this chapter.

Just so you know, I might not update again for three weeks because I am (once again) going on vacation, though not to a ski lodge and (unfortunately) not with any cute Korean actors.

Enjoy :)

The inside of the lodge's dining room had been decorated with generous sprigs of mistletoe, brightly lit garland tied with red bows, and miniature Christmas trees from which hung glimmering glass balls in numerous colors. As she finished her breakfast, Ga Eul tried to distract herself with admiring these festive displays when Yi Jeong's voice drew her back to the more pressing matter in front of her: him.

She had woken up on top of her bedcovers, fully clothed, with Yi Jeong's tie fisted in her hand. Her face felt funny, like she had been crying most of the night. Just like before, she couldn't remember all that had happened while she was drunk, but she remembered enough to know that Yi Jeong had been upset with her. In the back of her mind, she could see the cold fury in his eyes as he stared at her and feel the back of his hand as he wiped tears off of her face. Strangely, those two actions didn't seem to go together, but she couldn't remember what she had said or done that caused him to get angry in the first place.

An awkward silence had settled between them as soon as everyone else had left the breakfast table for their respective activities, seeming to sense that the two of them should be left alone to sort things out with one another. Yi Jeong had said "good morning" to her but otherwise had been sipping his coffee quietly. He seemed tired but somehow still managed to look like he could shoot an advertisement for their ski equipment on the spot. Ga Eul could feel his gaze on her as they sat across from each other, but she tried to focus only on her last few bites of the pancakes Ji Hoo had prepared for them that morning.

Unfortunately, the sweet berries and powdered sugar did nothing to lighten her mood. She barely had time to taste anything as she shoveled in mouthful after mouthful, just grateful for an excuse not to talk.

"Ga Eul-yang," Yi Jeong repeated.

"Huh?" She glanced over at him. "I'm sorry. What did you ask, Sunbae?"

He stared at her intently.

"I didn't ask you anything. I just said your name."

"Oh." Ga Eul nodded and fiddled with the napkin in her lap.

"Ga Eul-yang, are you—"

"You're right, Sunbae," she blurted out.

To her surprise, Yi Jeong smiled and cocked his head curiously.

"I'm right? That's a first. About what?"

"I…" Ga Eul clenched her napkin and lowered her head a bit. "I am rather foolish. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Sunbae." She stared down at her lap, then pretended to notice her watch. "Oh! Look at the time. You think maybe we better join everyone outside?" Ga Eul shoved her chair away from the table, stood up, and, turning away from him, began putting on her ski jacket. "Half the day's going to be gone soon, and I think Woo Bin Sunbae said—"

"Ga Eul-yang." Ga Eul looked down at her left wrist, which Yi Jeong had suddenly grabbed ahold of.

"Yes?"

Yi Jeong stood up and stepped over to her, causing her to look up at his face. Before she knew what was happening, he pulled her to him and kissed her so hard she practically had to latch onto his jacket to keep from losing her balance. When he finally let go of her and she opened her eyes again, she felt rather dizzy, but he simply smiled in a nonchalant way and pointed at something behind them.

"That was for the mistletoe over there." He pointed to another spot. "And over there and over there." Taking her by the shoulders, he leaned back in towards her. "Ready to go?" He spun her around and held her against him while he zipped up her jacket for her and then buttoned up the buttons over the zipper one by one. Planting a quick kiss on her cheek after he had finished, Yi Jeong grabbed her hand and pulled her over to the double doors leading outside.

Ga Eul wasn't sure what to make of this turn of events, but she didn't have much time to think about it because as soon as they exited the lodge Woo Bin rushed up to them, insisting they join his side for a massive snowball fight that had just ensued. Ga Eul would never ceased to be amazed how the F4 could lead such terrifyingly important lives and yet be so super-serious and competitive over something as trivial and childlike as a snowball fight or, in Jun Pyo's case, a race car game.

That night, after a full day of skiing and such snowball fights, Yi Jeong asked if he could meet Ga Eul in her room, which had a balcony view of the mountains.

Yi Jeong arrived about a quarter after nine with a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses along with a platter of chocolate cheesecake.

"Before you protest and tell me you're not drinking ever again, let me explain something to you." Yi Jeong set down the glasses right side up on the little iron-wrought table out on the balcony and filled both glasses halfway full, talking as he poured. "You can't swear off alcohol altogether after a few bad nights of soju. Not until you've tried this."

Sitting down at the table, he motioned for her to do the same and held one of the glasses out for her to take.

She sat down across from him but didn't take the glass, confused as to what he was getting at. Was this a test to see if she would use the naïve and foolish side of her brain again?

"Ga Eul-yang," he continued, "you're not going to get drunk off half a glass no matter how much of a lightweight you are. I can promise you that."

The look in his eyes was teasing but kind. Hesitantly, she reached out and took the glass from him. She held it up to her lips.

"Wait, wait, wait. Not so fast. You have to eat this first."

Yi Jeong held a piece of cheesecake out to her on a fork. She reached over to take the fork from him, but he swatted her away and gestured for her to open her mouth. When she obliged, he stuck a huge piece of milk chocolate cheesecake topped with dark chocolate ganache inside. She chewed slowly as the sweet chocolate melted in her mouth, unable to stop the huge grin that spread over her features.

"Sunbae, that was delicious," she said when she had swallowed.

A ghost of a smile crossed his face.

"Now take a sip of that." He gestured to the glass in her hand.

She took a sip of the dark liquid and found it to be surprisingly sweet and pleasant-tasting, and although she could still feel the acidity from the alcohol as it went down her throat, the sensation warmed her throat instead of burning it. It actually felt nice in the cold air. Taking another sip, she swished the liquid around in her mouth, trying to discern the flavors in it. When she had swallowed, she smiled at Yi Jeong again.

"That actually tastes...pretty good."

"You've never drank wine before, have you?"

Ga Eul shook her head.

"Not really. My parents have never kept alcohol at the house. I think maybe my dad drinks with his coworkers sometimes, but I've never seen my mom drink anything. This one time at a wedding reception, though, there was a glass of white wine on the table near my plate, and I thought it was water, so I grabbed it when no one was looking. This was when I was, like, six or seven." Ga Eul laughed. "I remember spitting it out all over my food."

Amusement flickered in his eyes at her recollection of that incident, and, as he seemed to be in a good mood, she gathered the courage to ask what had been on her mind all day.

"You're not mad at me?"

"About last night?"

Ga Eul nodded.

"Or the other time," she added.

"Can I ask you something?"

Ga Eul nodded again.

"That night I took you…out…and you met my father, why were you waiting for me when I got back?"

Ga Eul lowered her eyes and stared at the rest of the cheesecake, unsure of what to say to that. Honestly, she wasn't sure what had led her back there. Maybe deep down she had just known he was trying to hurt himself more than he was trying to hurt her.

"You don't have to answer that. But why would I be mad at you? Don't forget who you're talking to." Yi Jeong swirled the wine in his glass around and stared out into the cold night. "I just want you to be more careful, that's all. Especially when I'm not there."

After a moment, Ga Eul smiled.

"Okay, Sunbae," she said quietly. "But Sunbae, I didn't say anything…I mean…I don't really remember much from last night, but I'm sorry if I said anything hurtful to you. I didn't mean it, honest."

Yi Jeong looked at her then like he was contemplating something, an expression that soon gave way to a lopsided smirk.

"I wouldn't call what you said 'hurtful' exactly."

"What do you mean?"

"I seem to distinctly remember you offering to show me your vast collection of lingerie."

"What?" Ga Eul's eyes widened in horror.

"Relax, I'm kidding," he said. "You think I can remember anything from last night? We were all pretty drunk."

"Oh." Ga Eul's shoulders relaxed. "Yeah, I guess so."

They ate the rest of the cheesecake shortly, but Ga Eul only managed to finish half of her half-glass of wine, so Yi Jeong took it from her and finished it off. By that time, she was getting sleepy, but she didn't want the night to end or Yi Jeong to go back to his room just yet. Fortunately, it appeared Yi Jeong didn't have it in his mind to leave anytime soon. After they took the glasses and plates back inside, Yi Jeong shrugged off his coat and sat down on the bed. He watched her as she took off her own coat and patted the place next to him.

When she crawled onto the bed and sat down beside him, stretching her legs out beside his, he wrapped his arm around her and took one of her hands in his, interlocking their fingers. He didn't do anything else, and eventually Ga Eul relaxed against him, placing her head on his shoulder and her free hand on his right leg. He stayed quiet for so long that at one point Ga Eul thought he might have fallen asleep, but when she tilted her head to look up him, he had his eyes open and trained on the wall opposite them, his gaze immovable yet distant.

"Sunbae?"

"Mmm?" He looked down at her and shifted his arm so that he held her a bit closer to him.

She wanted to ask what he had been thinking about. She wanted to, but she feared he would only close up on her and possibly leave the room, so instead she said, "I'm really glad you got to come on the trip."

He smiled.

"How could I not? And miss seeing my drunk girlfriend tell Woo Bin he needs to own up about still having a crush on Jun Hee Noona?"

Ga Eul blushed profusely and buried her head back against his shoulder.

"I thought you didn't remember anything," she mumbled.

"Ga Eul-yang." Yi Jeong poked at her exposed cheek with his finger. "Ga Eul-yang. Ga Eul-yang."

She reached up to swat his hand away but only ended up with her hand caught in his.

"Ga Eul-yang, what are you doing?"

"Quit messing with me."

"I told you, messing with you is my hobby. Don't you think it's a much less harmful hobby than all the ones I had before?"

"It won't be if I bite your finger."

Yi Jeong scoffed.

"You would bite the finger of a world-renowned potter?"

"If you don't stop poking me, I will."

"That's the commoner way for you. Always overreacting."

"I'm not overreacting." Ga Eul jumped a little and raised herself up to look him in the eyes, unconsciously moving her hand to the center of his chest, draping her right leg across him, and pressing herself into his side.

Yi Jeong appeared somewhat startled by the action, and his hand carelessly drifted down to her hip. Ga Eul quickly pulled back when she realized over half of her body was lying on top of him, and Yi Jeong took his arm from around her and sat up straighter.

After a moment, Yi Jeong spoke up.

"I think I better let you go to sleep." He stood up and, leaning over, pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I'll see you in the morning, Ga Eul-yang."

"Ah…Okay. Okay, of course. Have a good night, Sunbae." She watched as he gathered up his coat and the bottle of wine. Then he smiled at her and wished her a good night as he headed out the door. When the door had shut behind him and she was alone, she planted her head in her hands and groaned.

"Pabo," she muttered to herself, slapping her hands against her temple. "Pabo. Pabo. What did you have to do that for?" As she sat back against the bed's headboard, her eyes landed on her suitcase sitting upright next to the bathroom entrance. Her own voice drifted back to her.

"…and pink and green and purple and…black!"

She shook her head. No, she wouldn't have done that. He was just messing with her like he always did. Neither of them remembered anything. That was right. There was nothing for them to remember, anyway.