Hello there!

I'm here again, on time, even a little bit earlier I think, so I'm feeling really good and happy!

My baby is sick again...this weather in Peru is awful, the cold is like 16°C so is not that cold you might say, but our humidity levels are at 95%, we're breathing water...I hope he gets better soon.

One thing I forgot to mention on my last chapter is that this new updates wouldn't be possible without the amazing help of JHsgf82, she has been proofreading and giving many ideas for the chapters of Otter, so good in fact that I'll even change some sentences in my original Spanish work. If you don't know her, you should run to her profile and check her stories, they're superb.

TJ, Tinieka, thank for you for your reviews, you're guests so I can't leave PM's for you two. I sent PM to all of you who have been so kind to leave me a review, a PM, an encouragement word. Thank you very much.

Then! Let us not delay this even more. I know many of you wanted to know what happened after Ji Hoo asked a certain question to our Jan Di...what will happen? (MINORS BEWARE! LEMON AHEAD!)


Jan Di's POV

Ji Hoo went to the bath first, and I went to look for something clean to wear for sleeping, though really I was still distracted by that afternoon's events and even more by what I had accomplished only hours before.

I had brought a person into this world; I received it with my hands, all by myself...And when I turned around, the first face I saw smiling at me was Ji Hoo's, and the first person who congratulated me was Ji Hoo; it had always been like that; he was always there.

Before I could keep formulate any ideas in my head, Ji Hoo came out dressed in light grey pajamas, drying his neck a bit.

And that's when my brain forgot how to add 1 plus 1.

I had told him this more than once, that he was most deserving of the title of more beautiful than a flower. The rest of F4 were handsome, attractive...but Ji Hoo went beyond those vain descriptions the dictionary provided. It was for good reason that girls from college called him "living statue".

When I noticed him staring intently at me, I realized he had asked me something, and I didn't hear him.

Think Jan Di, think…

"Do you have an extra shirt?"

"I think so, but what happened to yours?" He put his towel on a chair to dry.

"One is dirty from yesterday morning, another from yesterday afternoon, one from this morning and, as you can see, what I have on has blood on it." This was true, and the upper part of my pajamas was all I was wearing.

I was expecting he would go to his suitcase to give me something, but I was surprised when I saw him take off his shirt and offer it to me.

"I-I didn't mean that…"

"I only have this one, and I won't get a cold sleeping shirtless for a night. Go, wash, change and lets try to sleep, okay?"

"Okay…"

I quickly went to the bathroom and closed the door behind me.

Somewhere in my brain a question popped up: How were we going to leave the next day if I only had dirty shirts and was going to use the only clean one he had left?

But truly, I was thinking about other things.

The moment Ji Hoo had congratulated me for doing my first solo birth, I felt as if something had clicked inside me.

The man right there was the person I was going to spend the rest of my life with; I had no doubts about that.

During the course of last semester we hadn't had as much free time as we did on vacation, but we always managed to find a way to be together for a little bit, even if we needed to hide it from Grandfather. There were times we talked a lot and others when we didn't talk at all but just enjoyed each other's company. And then there were times when our feelings for each other outweighed our better judgment. My cheeks flushed as I remembered how we were almost caught one night in the library in a precarious situation after things between us got so far out of control. If it wasn't for someone calling the librarian away, who was heading steadily toward our place between the shelves, she would have discovered Ji Hoo shirtless, with his fly down, and me in a very similar state, except for being in a skirt. We would've had a real hard time explaining that. After the scare of our lives, we spent more than fifteen minutes laughing, trying to fix our clothes, and searching for my underwear, which Ji Hoo couldn't seem to remember where he had thrown.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror and remembered a phrase from a vacation commercial that fit like a glove for this occasion.

"What are you waiting for?"

And I asked again...what was I waiting for? We both had explored so many ways of giving each other pleasure without taking that last step that I was sure there was no way it wasn't going to be simply explosive when we did it.

I finished washing myself as best I could without a shower and put on Ji Hoo's shirt. It smelled like him; it was as if he was embracing me and wrapping me in his scent.

What am I waiting for?

Shyness could go to hell and so could insecurities. I couldn't find a single reason why I should keep delaying that any longer, and the second my mind came to an agreement with my heart, my body awoke...In that moment, it demanded to feel the man I loved.

I put away my pants and left the bathroom.

Ji Hoo was sitting on a bed, bare chested and silhouetted by the soft glow from the lamps. I watched as his eyes roamed over me seconds before he extended his hand. I took it without thinking twice, finding my place between his legs as he rested his head on my chest. I hugged him.

We said nothing; we didn't need to.

I tried to find a way to tell him I was ready, but how do you say something like that to your boyfriend?

Ji Hoo pulled away from me and stared at me.

What had I done to deserve the man in my arms? I didn't know, but frankly I didn't want to question the universe for fear of it noticing a mistake and taking him away from me.

I loved him...so much.

Okay, it's now or never.

"Ji Hoo...I-"

"Marry me."

A couple of seconds went by before the words made sense to me.

"What?"

"I...Wait, what did I just say?"

"Did you just...propose?"

"I did, didn't I?" He rose and hugged me again, though more strongly this time. "I wasn't going to do it like this, really. I was going to wait for the perfect time and moment, and now, I ended up saying it in the worst possible circumstances, right? But seeing you here, dressed in my clothes, looking so gorgeous, I couldn't help myself...It's just that I love you; I love you so much, but you don't have to feel pressured to answer now. I know we talked about waiting until after college to...just, forget about it, yes?"

I'd never heard Ji Hoo talking so much, so fast, and in one go. "Yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes," I answered one more time, smiling.

"Wait, is it yes you're gonna forget it or…?"

"Yes, as in yes, I'll marry you."

He was speechless for a bit. "...Really?"

"Why do you doubt it?" I put my arms around his neck, "I told you that day at the river that when you proposed I would say yes, and that decision hasn't changed...Who cares if we get married today, tomorrow, or after college ends? I'm sure I'll always be by your side no matter what."

Before I realized it, he had lifted me up into the air and was spinning me around, making me squeal in delight.

"I never thought that mattered, the title I mean, but I would love nothing more than to call you my wife."

And then he kissed me. We had stopped spinning, and I could feel him smiling against my lips...Perhaps this was my chance.

Slowly, I decreased the speed of our kiss, demanding entrance into his mouth. When he granted it, I tried to prevent my legs from wavering and slid my hands down to the knot of his pants. He let me do as I wanted and ended up in his underwear. Understanding my intention, he took me to the bed again, but I didn't let him lie me down, so he sat at the edge and I on him.

It had been too long since we had had the assurance of knowing there would be no interruptions, that Grandfather wouldn't wake at night or that we wouldn't be discovered in a locker room...perhaps, since that time on the couch, this was the first time we were truly alone.

I felt his hands trying to quickly take the shirt off me, so forcefully I was sure some buttons would fly, so I stopped him, separating my mouth from his for a second. Staring at him intently, I started to unbutton the shirt one button at a time.

"We don't want you to have nothing to return tomorrow."

He gave me that crooked smile he brought out on occasions like this. "I assure you, that is the least of my worries right now."

His hands trailed across the skin of my shoulders and from there, slid down my arms to finally remove the garment that covered me. We were both now equally unclothed, just a thin barrier separating us. We had never been in such a state of undress; we always had kept several pieces of clothing on when we were together; this was so new…

Ji Hoo immediately started kissing my neck and led one of his hands down to start the game we both loved, but I needed him to know this time it would be different, that from now on everything would be different.

"Wait," I asked him.

"You okay? Would you rather lie down?"

"It's not that." I pressed myself against him again, breathed in slowly, and whispered, "...I want you." The very second the words left my mouth, I rolled my hips against him so he would understand exactly what I meant. I swear a tremor shook him because I felt it too.

He brought me to arms' length, pinned me with his stare, and I held his gaze; I was sure he was looking for doubts, but I knew he would find none.

Ji Hoo's POV

"...I want you."

Feeling her whisper those words in my ear while her hips rolled in that move I loved so much made me shake from head to toes...It was simply too much.

Did she mean…? Could it be? It wasn't that I didn't want to do it, and having her sitting on me in just her underwear was more than I had expected. Even though, during the last months of our relationship, we had explored each other in almost every possible manner, we had never been together with so little clothing, and that, in itself, was more than tempting…

I didn't want this to be in response to my proposal, so I separated myself from her for a bit to search for any indication of that, some doubt, some insecurity, but I only found a pair of eyes darkened by desire, eyes that were a clear reflection of my own.

My heart started beating faster with the realization of what was going to happen that night, a night that had already been full of surprises. I couldn't deny I had imagined making love to Jan Di more than once; I had even thought that the day she was ready I would plan something special in a romantic place, perhaps out of the country...But now, with her above me I wasn't prepared in the least, so, with the little self-control I had left, I told her.

"I don't have protection."

"I have two." She blushed a bit, "From the free samples. I thought that...at some point they would...be useful."

I sighed in relief that we didn't have to stop.

"My Wonder Girl," was the last thing I murmured against her lips before kissing her with more passion than before, and Jan Di wasn't far behind. We had always met each other in the middle of whatever the other was giving, kiss for kiss, caress for caress, bite for bite, lick for lick…

Pushing me softly against the bed, Jan Di began to attack all the spots she knew destroyed my common sense, and I was enjoying it, but what I really wanted was for her to enjoy it. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her against my growing desire, which made her weaken above me and let out those small whimpers I had easily learned to enjoy. I scratched her back lightly, and that time I got a quiet squeal; however, I didn't need to worry about someone listening or interrupting us; tonight, it was just the two of us.

I sat up again and managed to toss Jan Di back against the mattress while I hovered over her. It was my turn to scatter a rain of kisses and caresses across her skin. I, too, with each passing month had learned and memorized the places that made her lose her train of thought leaving her completely absorbed in only the feel of my hands on her.

Her back was sensitive, but the spot between her throat and collarbone was too, her left nipple, the inner part of her thigh, her belly...In my head there was a roadmap of Jan Di's body and I was sure I would never forget it or get bored of wandering through it.

After several minutes of this, I felt the sweat beginning to cover us, the temperature of our bodies gradually rising, and listening to the pleasure I was giving my girlfriend escaping from her throat made it harder to delay the crucial moment.

Leaving her lips and releasing her hands buried in my hair was a task worthy of the strength of ten men, but it was necessary. I took off her last garment purposely slow; she watched me the whole time, and I could feel her body suddenly trembling. I expected nothing less; this was going to be her first time.

And she was giving it to me.

When I positioned myself over Jan Di again, she stopped me, placing her hands on the waistband of my underwear and pulling down in a silent request, so I took them off, too.

We had seen each other before; we had touched and intimately caressed, but to lie on her and feel her legs opening to welcome me was beyond description. We both sighed at the feel of the first skin-to-skin contact, hardness against softness. Jan Di's hands went to my hair again, and she pulled me to her mouth. I gladly obeyed, supporting my body's weight with one arm, while my other hand started drawing silly patterns to the south of her anatomy.

The wetness-Her wetness had always driven me crazy, it came charged with its own and intrinsic scent, abrasive to the touch. Jan Di arched her back, and I played with all the right places, those that made her hold on tightly to whatever was at hand, preparing for the journey she knew I was about to take her. My fingers worked on her and inside her; my lips conquered her neck, clavicles, breasts, mouth, tongue...She was close; I could feel it by the tautness of her body.

Like the strings of a beautiful Windsor violin.

And then, there was a symphony of pleasant sounds, desperate gasps for air while trying to stay at the peak of her orgasm…

This was my chance.

Jan Di's POV

Everytime Ji Hoo touched me the result was the same, always taking me soaring through the skies, only to unravel later, upon descent, in delicious spasms provoked by the insurmountable pleasure he brought me. But this time it was a bit different, as I felt an acute pain for a brief instant and then pleasure again.

When I lifted my head I saw Ji Hoo's face, his eyes tightly closed, and his body was shaking lightly.

"What's wro-Ah!" I threw my head back again.

"I'm sorry, are you alright? I thought...it would be better...while you were…"

I didn't have to ask what he meant, and I didn't have to raise my head again to see; I could feel…

Ji Hoo was in me.

"I'm okay...I'm okay," I assured him because I noticed he was still.

I tested the waters and moved under him, and I loved the throaty sound that escaped him almost as much as the sensation of being complete thanks to him.

The pain had come and gone quickly; only a dull ache remained, and I was sure it would go away soon, as well.

Slowly opening his eyes, Ji Hoo looked at me. The warm eyes in which I used to get lost were now dilated to the point you couldn't see color, only a deep black charged with the same emotions I was feeling. Being observed by those eyes gave me goosebumps in anticipation of what would follow.

After he checked that everything was okay, Ji Hoo started to move gently, and I could only hold onto him, embarrassed and surprised at the new voice I was letting out. Nothing could have prepared me for the intense feeling of being in total surrender to another person.

There was nothing more exquisite than his body entering mine, his damp skin rubbing against mine, his lips searching my own, our tongues entwining in a fierce battle, his husky voice calling my name.

I felt loved; I felt like a woman, his woman...we were two gears working in perfect synchrony. Together, we had reached a sensual compass; his hands never stopped caressing me, and I tried to find a way to bury myself in him even more, to feel him much, much more.

The rhythm went from slow to fast, then soft to hard…

"Jan...Jan Di...I'm gonna-"

I didn't answer him; I just embraced with my legs and moved my hips more insistently against him...Seconds later I felt him tensing and his body contracting. More than once I had heard him come, but these short, small whimpers were so different and sensual, and I could feel him trembling and vibrating against the entirety of my skin.

Mine...was the only coherent thought I could form in my head because moments later Ji Hoo's hand went to assault the place we were joined, and after little effort, he pushed me to another impossible orgasm.

My lack of concentration was such that, only after several lazy minutes of lying there and embracing each other while we caught our breath, still having him inside me, I remembered the condom.

"Oh my God, I forgot about-"

"Don't worry, I did use it."

"Y-You did?"

"I have to admit I put it on in record time."

We laughed.

We looked at each other for the first time after coming down from that joy of mutual rejoicing, and complete volumes passed between us, as we tried to find the correct words to describe what we felt. There were none, but that bond we shared was enough to let us know this had been everything we had wanted and more.

Eventually, we had to get up, and I ended up needing more help than I would have liked to admit to go to the bathroom because my body ached in places I didn't think possible before.

To see a red trace of blood on my thigh was further proof of what had just happened between Ji Hoo and me.

We had made love, and I couldn't stop grinning about it.

After washing ourselves, eating some cookies and dressing as well as we could for sleeping, we lay on the second bed, seeing that the other was a bit...dirty.

With my head resting on his chest, I started to doze off a bit while listening to his voice and feeling his arms lull me.

"I'll leave some money so they can replace the sheets, and there will be more than enough left to buy more things."

I yawned. "That's good."

"How are you?" he asked me after a moment of silence.

"Mmm...I couldn't describe it with words." I felt him tightening his hold on me when, suddenly, I remembered something and got comfortable so I could look at him. "You know how you always tell me that because of me you're always experiencing things for the first time?"

"Yes."

"Well, there's something you should know; you have been my first time in almost every important thing in my life."

He seemed confused. "What do you mean?"

"You were my first love." I could see that surprised him, and I guessed I never told him, "never before had I liked a guy nor felt my heart beating fast because someone looked or smiled at me; that day when I saw you playing the violin I knew it wouldn't end in just a simple like. You were my first dance with someone other than my family...that night I thought I had lived Cinderella's dream, and you were Prince Charming. You were the first person for whom I asked for something; I thought only about you when I begged Seo Hyun not to leave because I couldn't stand to see you as sad as that day under the snow." I stopped for a few seconds; his mouth had visibly dropped, so I kept going, "You were the first guy I cried for, my first broken heart...feeling your goodbye on my forehead and watching your back as you walked away in that airport was to see a piece of me go. You were my first kiss," I whispered, and my fingers found his lips, "I will never forget the jumble of feelings I got when I saw you leaning in...I knew you didn't feel the same, but I didn't care, and even after all the mess that made, I never regretted doing what I did...You were the first person I confessed my feelings to; that day on the stairway, I swear you gave me the scare of my life with the misunderstanding you had. I thought I had ruined everything, that there was no way to save our relationship, but then you told me you loved me, too...And now, you've been my first time…," I finally declared while putting my hand on his heart.

Ji Hoo's POV

I had made love to Jan Di.

Something that years ago was an impossible notion inside my head had finally happened.

It was intense to feel myself simultaneously trapped and freed by her body. Experiencing being over her and inside her had been...magnificent. We both had let ourselves go in that little health post, away from prying eyes and ears, and I was sure I would never forget the spectrum of emotions coiled up inside me when I felt Jan Di giving herself to me completely.

Since I acknowledged my feelings for her I knew I was ruined, that I would be hers...But after that night, I was sure I was doomed...There would never be another woman who could make me feel what Jan Di did; no one could ever touch my soul as she did.

It was funny to know someone could be your ruin and your fortune at the same time.

And with these thoughts plaguing my mind, it occurred to her to confess everything I had meant in her life. I would have never imagined all Jan Di told me with a tender smile on her lips and a sincere gaze. I knew she had liked me since the beginning but not that I had been the first, nor did I know the thing about the dance, and even less, the broken heart. Jan Di had been giving me things before I even noticed.

After hearing what she had to say, I knew what I had to do, and I raised us both quickly. I scared her a bit, but I left her sitting on the bed, and I went to my suitcase. She was confused about my reactions to her words, but I soon was with her again, and I kneeled.

"This," I showed her the chain I always carried on my neck, "was the engagement ring my grandfather gave my grandmother, and it was the ring my father gave to my mother...Geum Jan Di, it would be my honor if you would accept this ring."

She looked at me with eyes filled with tears, and she seemed unable to speak because she just nodded several times as she offered me her hand.

With a big smile, I dressed her finger with the ring of the ladies from the Yoon family and watched, amazed at how it seemed to be an almost perfect fit.

Jan Di kept looking at her hand, and finally, a couple of tears escaped as well as a shaky laugh.

I got up and closed my lips over hers, sealing the promise.

·:*:·:*:··:*:·MONTH 6·:*:··:*:·:*:·

Woo Bin's POV

I had come back to Korea, and frankly, I was exhausted. The flight hadn't been good; the stewardess kept flirting with me even when I clearly told her to leave me alone; the food sucked, and there was a delay because of the weather… The only thing I wanted was to get home and sleep till next week, which I actually could do because due to my visit to the sister branch of Shinwa College I had gained some free time. I should have used that time to study but, who cared? I was tired.

I got home soon and directly went to my room, but my mother had other plans when she ambushed me in the corridor threshold.

"Woo Bin, my son, it's so good you're back." She opened her arms. Mother was the one who always showed her affection in small gestures.

"Mother, it's good to see you after so long...I would love to tell you all about my trip, but I'm feeling really tired. Could it wait until tomorrow?"

"That can, but there is another matter which we must discuss, and it is imperative we do so right away."

With a low grumble, I followed her. I couldn't say no. We got to the back part where we had a room for guesst, and upon entering, I almost fell face first at seeing Ga Eul sitting there, totally calm and drinking tea. When our eyes found each other, she gave me a warm smile and a bow to my mother.

"Great, sit over here, Woo Bin, until your father arrives."

I did as I was told without daring to question what was going on, more than anything because I was scared of the answer.

My father arrived a bit later, and we all sat around the table, my mother on Ga Eul's side, and before them, my father and me.

"Darling, I'm aware of the options you gave Woo Bin before he went on his trip, and I think it is important for you to know that he and Ga Eul are very interested in having a formal relationship."

My jaw didn't fall to the floor only because I was practiced at hiding those kind of reactions in those kind of situations. How was it that my mother knew about Ga Eul?

Had she talked to her? It wasn't possible she had forced Ga Eul to talk...All of this was supposed to be discussed between us, no third parties, even if they were my parents. How did it end up like this?

"Is it true?" My father asked after a second.

"It is." My mother put a hand on Ga Eul's back gently, "However, Ga Eul came to me with some logical fears for her age. She's still in the middle of her pedagogical career and never has had the training needed to take the reins of a family like ours. For this reason, and taking into account the fact that I believe these two will be a great combination in the future for the Song Family, I come with an alternative for you."

My father sipped at the tea in front of him. "Speak."

"Woo Bin and Ga Eul shall live together for a year, after which if they have not decided to get married and formalize, they'll be forced to each follow their own path."

"Mother," I need to say something, "Why-?"
"Quiet. Your father and I are talking."

I felt five again, and I had to shut up for the rest of the conversation, during which my father brought up a number of potential problems that might result from this solution, but in every instance my mother countered with a palliative. Finally, he gave his approval and excused himself, telling us he still had many things to do. My mother gave Ga Eul and I a kiss and a hug before leaving us in the room and closing the door.

"What's the meaning of all this?" I immediately asked her.

"Please, don't be mad." She came to my side.

"I'm not sure yet what to feel Ga Eul, so it would be best for you to explain and soon."

She took a deep breath "Woo Bin, I want to be with you; you know I'm in love with you...But everything about to fall on us was too much to decide in four short months. I thought long and hard about all our available options besides marriage because, let's be frank, neither you or I are ready for that. I came to talk to your mother in the hope she could understand our situation a bit.

"You told her!?"

"Not everything!" Thank God. "I just told her we had discovered we had been in love just a while before your father talked to you, but being a woman, your mother, and Lady of the Song Family...her instinct told her there was something else there, and she decided to help me, help us."

"And the great solution is for us to live together for a year?"

"Think about it...Two people may adore each other, but coexistence tends to bring out what you can't see at first, the habits, the ways. I would have the opportunity to experience what my life will be like in case I decided to marry you, and so will you."

What she said made sense, in a sort of bizarre way. But if I took the idea and molded it in my head, I could see the many benefits this could bring; although…

"What if it doesn't work?" I watched her eyes suddenly fill with tears at my question.

"Then it doesn't work, but we would've tried." I took her hands, "My greatest fear is to accept being your wife and not be good enough for the responsibilities that all of that carries. I couldn't take that...I'd rather us have this 'trial period' if you will. It'll be less hard, or at least, that's what I'm hoping."

I could see how much she had thought about this, even more than I had during my absence. What could I do? Deny a reasonable petition? I too was afraid of all that; the last thing I wanted was for us not to work, so if this was the next logical step, I would do it.

"Never say you're not good enough. We're both in this boat now, so...lets see what happens."

"Then you accept?"

"I do. Now, kiss me; it's been too long since you last did it."

She did, and at that moment, I really felt at home.

"Oh, there's something else," she said suddenly, interrupting the kiss.

"Now what?" I was annoyed because I hadn't kissed her enough yet. "Will we live with a kid to test our abilities as parents for the future?" My comment made her blush, but that was something that would also come with the package.

"No, you have to go talk to my parents."

Alright….That was way scarier.

Ji Hoo's POV

Life had gone on as usual after our rebellious act. My grandfather was our strongest ally before the college complaints about our defiance of direct orders from a superior. When Grandfather threatened them with a lawsuit for medical negligence, no one dared to try their luck finding out if he would do it or not. They let us go with a strong reprimand that didn't affect Jan Di or me at all.

Exams were around the corner, and besides the worry over them, my grandfather had told me barely two days after my arrival from the village that we'd travel to Macau for a support meeting with Shinwha/JK Group. That meant, obviously, seeing Jun Pyo again. That was something that pleased me and troubled me in equal measure.

I had already commented this to Jan Di, and instead of feeling weird, she asked me to take some things for Jae Kyung. She wanted me to take pictures and to get that lucky Chinese paper from the first time we went there. My little otter always managed to calm me down; it didn't matter if it was a small gesture or by carrying my mother's ring around her neck.

"I don't want anyone else to see it. Last thing I need is a heap of idiots trying to take it away from me or hiding it. I'll show it to Ga Eul, and when we announce our engagement openly, I'll wear it on my finger."

Those had been her exact words. I couldn't believe she was as excited about the engagement as I was. The whole house celebrated when my grandfather noticed the ring on Jan Di's hand, and it was pure luck we were able to contain him from calling a wedding planner.

Our friends were also very excited when they found out, but if we thought we were giving them a big surprise, they had one that surpassed it: Ga Eul and Woo Bin were to move in together to his house as soon as he managed to gather the courage to to talk to her parents.

Jan Di and I were really surprised by that decision, but we understood the reasons behind it. Being the wife of a young magnate wasn't simple; I was free of that only because I didn't have parents, as sad as that sounded, but it was the truth. And even then, I was sure mine wouldn't have been very strict in that aspect.

Woo Bin told me he had also tried to talk with Yi Jung because he felt he should tell him how things were with Ga Eul now. Even if Yi Jung and she never got to anything, something strong had been there. Woo Bin didn't want Yi Jung to feel betrayed, but an e-mail from a month back had dashed his hopes of doing so. Yi Jung wrote saying he was going to some sort of retirement in a place where he wouldn't have access to any means of technology, in order to help him focus more on his art.

Only God knew what was going on in Yi Jung's head.

One day, not long before exams started, I got home before Jan Di and set out to study for a bit. I had just sat down in the dining room with my books when the phone rang. Mrs. Min was at home, and she got it.

"Yoon Residence...What? Lady, please calm down and talk slowly...Oh my God! Young Master! Something has happened to your grandfather!"

Those words struck me with more force than I thought. I took my phone and quickly spoke with a lady who said my grandfather had passed out at the clinic, and this was the first number in his emergency contact list. I called an ambulance, got out immediately, calling Secretary Park to come for me, and with trembling fingers, sent a text to Jan Di about what had happened. Then I waited for the worst ten minutes of my life until Chae Yun arrived to pick me up.

"Young Master! What happened?"

"I'm not sure. The lady who called said Grandfather strongly clutched at his chest and then passed out; no one knew what to do, and I don't have the mind to drive. Can you do it?"

"Yes, come quickly!" This was one of those times I noticed what a great man Park Chae Yun was.

We soon arrived at the clinic, but my grandfather's condition was still unknown, and we were blind. Half an hour later, Jan Di arrived teary-eyed and as pale as paper. We had to wait twenty more minutes before someone approached us with news.

"Mr. Yoon's family?" A young doctor with scrubs asked us.

"Yes, here," I answered while Jan Di and Secretary Park accompanied me.

"Alright, your grandfather came here with strong pain in his chest and, for what I can see in his medical history, he has undergone a bypass surgery some years ago. He went into a coma for approximately half an hour and-"

"Just tell me if my grandfather is okay!" Jan Di yelled to the top of her lungs, forgetting where she was, but I couldn't agree more.

"Calm down, Miss Jan Di." Chae Yun tried to contain her, though I could see he too was eager to get some answers. The guy before us looked a bit scared.

"Mr. Yoon is stable, thanks to the procedures we performed on him. His bypass needs an adjustment in order for him to go back to his normal life, so we'll schedule a surgery for tomorrow morning."

"Is he out of danger?" I was getting impatient.

"For now, he is; he was very lucky for a man his age, but he'll make a full recovery."

We all exhaled, happy to receive that news. It had been great the scare we had.

"Was it really that difficult to begin there?" Jan Di asked the doctor who couldn't be more than 28 years. She lightly hugged him and apologized for yelling at him. He apologized back and led us to grandfather's room. It was then, when he saw him resting, thanks to his meds, that Secretary Park let himself go and broke down a bit. I couldn't expect less after that afternoon. He was more than my grandfather's right hand, after all, and I was sure that they shared a 'Father-Son' kind of bond, even if they never said it out loud.

Jan Di and I had two hard last weeks of the semester. Between my grandfather's surgery, his recovery, the exams, and my imminent trip to Macau, that now we didn't know if could happen, we were stressed out. She even had a retake a week later for a fail of merely a few points, due to lack of rest because she simply didn't want a nurse to go to their home when she could take care of Grandfather. She went to the exam after a good scolding from Grandfather, which followed a good scolding from me, but to him for exciting himself after the doctors told him he needed "extreme peace."

"You can't go, Grandfather; you're in no shape to travel."

"I know, I know... but I simply don't fully trust that those guys will know what they're doing." Grandfather was checking the list of the others responsible for the Art Centre project, but most of them had the same classic business point of view, even similar to the ones of Shinhwa Group, and we had no use for that. The ones who had accepted Jan Di's way of doing things were still young and very much inexperienced, still learning the work. "You think Jan Di would go?"

"I'm not sure."

"I know she has a whole past with Hee Soo, but she's the one who has the most knowledge in these areas."

My grandfather was thinking about Jan Di's past with the President while I was thinking about her past with Jun Pyo...What was to happen if those two met again?

I sighed; this was a good venture if we got to be on Shinwha's list of consultants.

"I'll talk to her."

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Jan Di's POV

I couldn't deny I was nervous. After all, the last time I had been in Macau my experiences were disastrous. Back then, the only reason I hadn't been consumed by depression was the same man sitting now next to me, Yoon Ji Hoo.

"I hope my mail reached Jae Kyung." We were walking through a long corridor of Shinhwa's main office.

"I'm sure it did; you talk quite frequently."

"Yeah, I know. It's just that I sent it two days ago, and she hasn't replied yet."

"It'll be okay." He seemed to think about something for a bit. "Will you be okay?"

I knew Ji Hoo was worried about me meeting with Jun Pyo again, which was obvious after being a witness to everything we went through in our relationship, but I was calm, okay, maybe a tiny bit nervous, but that was it. There was nothing in the world that could make me doubt my feelings for my fiancé...I still found it odd to say it.

I laughed and sighed after hearing his question, which he had asked more times than I dared to count, so this time, instead of answering him with my usual, 'Yes, I'll be fine,' I pulled him into a corridor that seemed empty and kissed him deeply.

"Does that answer your question?"

"Um...yeah, sure...What was the question?"

"I love you. Don't ever doubt that. For now, let's go meet that 'refined lady.'" We both laughed at my comment about President Kang.

We arrived at a large lobby on the twentieth floor when Ji Hoo's cellphone rang; reception seemed to be bad, so he went back down the corridor to see if it got better. In the middle of this great room I stood alone. While I looked at the paintings I heard a door opening and saw coming out none other than the 'Dragon Lady' in all her magnificence. She hadn't changed as far as I remembered.

As soon as our gazes locked, I could see how incredibly surprised she was, immediately dismissing the entourage following her.

"What are you doing here?"

"Good afternoon, President Kang," screw bowing down to this bitch, "it's good to see your manners remain as genteel as ever."

"Don't you dare lecture me about manners, brat, you don't even know what that word means."

"I seem to remember a certain woman raising her hand against a teenager, not one, but two times. If those are manners, I'm glad I don't have them."

Instead of answering me, she pressed something on her cell screen and then approached me. I instantly tensed and shifted my posture just in case I needed to lay her ass down.

"I don't know how you did it, and I don't care, but don't think you can come after so many years and try to disturb my son's mind and break up his marriage."

I was flabbergasted "What?" It was then that some security personnel came in, and before I noticed, they were dragging me out, literally dragging.

"What is wrong with you? Let me go! Now!" I tried and managed to get free of one of them, thanks to one of Woo Bin's wrestling lock techniques, subsequently tossing him to the ground. However, the other guy grabbed me with another hold, and this one was easily 6'8".

"Let her go! Didn't you hear her? Take your hands off her!" Ji Hoo had arrived in the precise second to save me. "Is this the kind of welcome the guests of the Shinwha/JK Group can expect President Kang?"

"Ji Hoo-ssi, can you explain what this means? If you're related in any way with this...person, it's none of my business, but I would expect you to know the difference between a business situation and some pleasure vacations."

Neither of us missed her tone in that last part and the sense she was infusing to it.

"President Kang, I don't know if you've noticed Jan Di carries the 'Visitor' credential," and he pointed to the plastic badge pinned to my jacket.

"That's why I said you shouldn't invite outsiders to this meeting."

I could tell Ji Hoo was getting angry at an alarming rate, something weird for him. "You're absolutely right, and I think I should introduce you again. Jan Di, this is the President of the Shinhwa/JK Group; Madam Kang, this is Geum Jan Di, the main responsible party for our Art Centre project, and besides that, a company shareholder and future heir to the Yoon Group."

"What did you just say?" That voice hadn't come out of the woman in front of us, who now seemed to have lost her ability to speak after Ji Hoo's words. That voice came from behind us, and when we both turned, we saw our mutual friend.

"Jun Pyo?"

"Geum Jan Di…"


So? Was it good? :P