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Lee Min Ho was woken by the first morning light. The last night's candles burned out, replaced by natural illumination, softly filtering into the room. For a second he was surprised to have slept on the couch. Getting up, he groaned. His whole body felt like it was ran over by a train first, then a car, and finally trampled by a herd of angry bulls, a nice reminder of his physical trial of piggybacking Choi Young. "If he dared to leave, I will kill him!" grumbled Min Ho.

He dragged his feet to Eun Soo's bedroom and with relief found the man still out. The tall warrior turned in his sleep, hugging the pillow, a leg hooked by the blanket, a strangely normal sleeping position for this larger than life, almost mystical creature, which could manipulate the laws of the universe at will.

Choi Young was just a man, still only a man.

"Shoot, how am I ever going to explain it to Eun Soo?" Min Ho scratched his head.

He found her in his bed, awake and waiting for him. "I was scared alone," she pouted. A cute expression created in hopes of a hug or a kiss, which he could not give her even if he wished it as much as she did.

"Please get up, there is something very important I have to tell you."

He explained that he brought a guest, a friend from the past. A good man, but a man who was a bit strange, with quirks. He was ill, very ill, some kind of energy disbalance. If Eun Soo could look at him and, maybe, help?

She hated when she was asked such things. She was frightened by her abilities, which she never understood. She could control the strange electrical current that surged through her body and ultimately made her hands into healing hands, but whenever she was using it, she felt helpless and confused. As if she was supposed to know, but just could not remember.

"Do I have to? Min Ho-shi?" she begged to let her off the hook, but he was unwavering.

"For me, please," he smiled softly and took her hands in his. This gesture, a small token of skinship was all that was required. He knew that he was manipulating her, but he had no choice. Choi Young had to be saved: so that he could help her, so that she would remember him, they would reunite, the son finally would be with his father, and they will live happily ever after.

And I will be just somebody they would thank and move on from. It has to be done. Otherwise, why all this mess?

Eun Soo gasped as she saw a tall strange man on her bed. She hid behind Min Ho's back, scared, and he gently pushed her forward. "He is a good person, don't be afraid."

She approached the patient slowly and called out, "Ajjashi, wake up."

The man moved and turned, his swollen eyelids heavy, half opened. He stared at her from underneath long black lashes. "Imja?"

His voice was soft and velvety, it was so different from what she would have imagined from somebody who looked like he was the rough kind. And being close to him felt safe, not scary at all.

She felt something else. The electricity inside of her started moving erratically, making her a bit dizzy. Imja was a strange thing to call a stranger, unless he was from the Middle ages. But that name was as familiar to her as the man's voice. She turned to Min Ho for support and clarification, confusion overwhelming her mind.

"Min Ho-shi, why am I feeling so out of sorts? Who is this person?"

"My name is Choi Young." The voice again struck her in the heart, like a well aimed arrow. That name – what a peculiar coincidence.

He tried to sit up, but was obviously weakened.

"Give me your hand," said Eun Soo, since that was the way her ability worked, by touch.

The man hesitated, and when she reached out to him, pulled back and turned away.

"Daejang, she will help with your problem. To regulate your KI, she can do it. You know it better, than me."

"I don't need it. I have to go. What I said yesterday, I meant it."

"You will die out there," the bitterness and accusatory tone in Min Ho's words bothered Eun Soo tremendously. The conversation was cryptic, as if they spoke in some kind of code intentionally to keep her in the dark.

"Then I shall die and maybe, the balance will be restored at last," said the man calmly, as if the destiny was determined for him and he was only waiting for the moment when it was fulfilled.

Min Ho exhaled, exasperated, clearly not being able to find the right approach to this stubborn denial of this weird friend of his.

"Choi Young, you said?" Eun Soo sat on the bed, making the man jerk away from her like she was contagious. "I will not hurt you," tried to comfort him Eun Soo. She managed to grab his hand and he stilled immediately under her touch, his breathing and heart rate increasing rapidly, but his body unable to move and separate from her.

As her fingers squeezed around his wrist, she felt lost for a second in the presence she felt entering her. It was as if whoever this person was, he invaded her body, filling her heart to the brims and taking over her soul.

Her heart rate and breathing also increased and synchronized with his involuntarily, and then he turned and nervously looked into her eyes, searching.

He had very beautiful and very tired, almost hollow eyes. They were shaped like almonds and were of deep chocolate color, sorrowful and lost; the man was gazing upon her like it was her whom he lost and now was refusing to admit he had found. She felt all of his emotions and read all of his thoughts, without comprehending, yet knowing.

In his thoughts he called her Imja and he missed her and wished to tell her how much he loved and longed for her for all the countless years; in these thoughts she saw intimate images which she did not dare to look at and in his thoughts he was asking her for forgiveness. Ultimate sacrifice, he thought.

She had to break the connection; it was too eerie, too intrusive, too inappropriate, too personal to the deepest most hidden parts of him, which were open to her like a book. But her fingers clung to his skin and his pulse beat under her fingertips, her healing electrical current was flowing and she had no ability to interrupt the process that had started. Nor was she able to look away, drowning in the swirls of chocolate eyes.

Min Ho watched silently. He was not surprised at how quickly these two were finding the way back to each other. Regret washed over him and guilt for ever wanting to be selfish. He walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.

"Uncle Min Ho." The boy was asking for him.

. . .

"Oma!"

"What are you doing here?

"Uncle Min Ho was reading for me and fell asleep."

"Your uncle must have been tired... Give me a kiss, sweetheart, and go back to bed, it's too early."

The boy looked at the stranger timidly. The child was gangly and looked about seven. He had a strong straight nose, well defined jaw and almond shaped milk chocolate colored eyes. His head was decorated by a mane of hair with a deep auburn hue. He flapped his long, curled eyelashes and cautiously stepped forward. "Ajjashi, are you sick?" he inquired, curiosity taking over fear.

He stopped exactly an arm length away from Choi Young, who was holding his breath and struggling to calm an incredibly raw pain that clenched with its many tentacles what used to be his heart, now just an exhausted muscle, barely pumping his heavy and slowly moving blood.

C This boy looked so much like him, it was hurtful to even see his innocent face. The injured man swallowed a lump of tears in his throat and said in his soft and velvety voice, unable to stare at the child without betraying himself, "I am. Ajjashi is sick. Your mother is helping me. Your mother is the greatest doctor I know."

Eun Soo quivered slightly and pulled a sweater over her shoulders, her eyes shifted and she breathed quietly, before looking at her son.

"Oma, is it true? Are you really a doctor?"

She remained quiet, faced with a question she has never had to answer before. "No," she replied, finally deciding. Her child would not understand nor did he need to know.

"But, Oma, you said adults are not allowed to lie. You told me that I can't lie either. This Ajjashi is lying?"

"No, Ajjashi is just playing. We are playing a game, like I'm a doctor and he is a patient."

Choi Young frowned, quickly assessing the situation. This Eun Soo was no longer a healer and her child had no awareness of her past. "That's right. We are playing. I'm a very sick patient and she is the best doctor. You see, she is holding my hand to check my pulse like a doctor would do. You Mom is fun to play with. She is very good."

Eun Soo blushed uncontrollably, and glanced with gratitude at the strange man. She was still holding his wrist and the electrical current that connected them was as strong as when she first touched him. She slowly undid her fingers, almost not willing to separate and immediately felt the emptiness where his skin touched hers. This man was … he felt… so… powerful and kind and also very sad. His thoughts, his memories were still floating in her mind, not making any sense.

She was pulled toward him, almost magnetically. The pull was intense and out of her control, and she desperately wanted to touch him more. No, she needed to touch him more.

He said she was the best doctor he knew. Was he somebody from her past that she had forgotten after her accident? He reminded her a bit of Lee Min Ho, something about the built, height and even similarities in their features. Which meant that the sad man might have been some kind of distant cousin of the actor and she just could not recall.

However similar they were at first glance, the stranger felt completely different. Although he was physically attractive, every feature of his face bore a stamp of time beyond his years. Eun Soo wondered where he came from, how far he had gone and how long he had been away from home. Half an hour of healing, and his skin lacking luster, battered by the harsh winds of distant travels, started to show its golden tone. She felt compelled to run her fingers gently caressing his skin, and smooth out all the creases, cover his eyes with her palms to soothe them and see the light dimply shining in the to back touch her with its radiance like she imagined it would.

Frustratingly incomprehensible was her heart that leaped forward and yearned to take this man's pain away, to return him to prior strength and health. She felt as if she knew all about him, yet had no comprehension of how she came about to have that knowledge.

But what stunned her the most was his eyes. These eyes penetrated her deep and she had no defense against them. These eyes were too familiar, too intimate to be the eyes of a stranger. In her dreams, these eyes were always there watching her, and these were the same eyes that were now staring at her from her son's face: The same eyes, just a different expression.

"Oma, can I play a doctor with you and Ajjashi? I want to play," he whined.

How could that be? How can this stranger have the same eyes as her son?

"Come, I need to talk to uncle Min Ho." She got up, hugging her son to her leg, which he wrapped tightly, sneaking peeks at Choi Young.

"Oma, can I play with Ajjashi?" He lifted his head, smiling. A smile that could not be refused.

"Young-ah, you can't."

"Is his name Young? Any particular reason?" asked the man, with a tremor in his voice.

"Yes. Min Ho-shi says that my parents insisted. Supposedly, is to honor his father."

Choi Young stared at her, not able to contain his feelings, his chest rising with deep breaths, he lifted on his arm, leaning closer to read Eun Soo's eyes. "You don't know who his father is?"

"I have retrograde amnesia about that part of my life. It is because of the psychological trauma. I remember other things, but not him."

"Do you know anything about him?"

"Min Ho-shi says he was a very special man and that we loved each other very much. I just don't remember. It is sad. But I'm glad that we had met, because of him," and she ruffled her son's hair. "He is my precious gift from the past, even if I don't remember who gave him to me."

Looking away, Choi Young spoke so softly, his voice drowned, "The child, I mean your son, I don't mind playing with him. He can stay."

"I don't think it is a good idea."

"Oma, Ajjashi is fun to play with, you said yourself. Om-ma," He pulled her sleeve.

Eun Soo seemed torn. Her common sense told her to ignore the request, but her mother's intuition and everything inside her was full of unconditional trust toward this stranger.

"Are you sure? You need to rest."

"I am sure."

"Young-ah, you can play till I get you, OK?"

"Hooray, Oma," the child jumped up hugging Eun Soo's thin frame and she enveloped him in a hug, pressing her lips on the top of head.

"Be good." And departed.