Hello everyone, it has been more than a year since I last wrote and I apologize for that. I joined script writing online and to make matters worse, the stories I was writing got lost. So I will be taking down two stories of mine and I replace it with this story. This story won't be different from other stories but I will add another character that will finally force Ji Hoo and Jan Di to come to terms with their feelings.

This OC character will make friends with Ga Eul, Jan Di, and the F4. I won't give you many details about her.


Ji Hoo sat on one of the stairway seats, as usual, waiting for Geum Jan Di. He took out his sketchbook and began drawing her. He remembered her doe eyes, her smooth white skin soaked with water, and her gorgeous face gleaming with a smile.

He discovered her painted among millions of lotus flowers in the pond after minutes of sketching her face. "How come I drew her with lotus flowers?" he thought.

"Sunbae…" Jan Di's voice caused him to conceal his sketchbook. She gave him a sketchbook as a gift. He immediately smiled as he saw her burst through the doors with a paper bag in one hand and a bag pack in the other.

"Jan Di-ah..." He approached her and placed his arms around her. When they met at the stairway, they would welcome each other in this manner. They don't know what happened, but it's now known that the two were quite close.

Jun Pyo had finally accepted the fact that Ji Hoo and Jan Di were true friends who couldn't be parted. He'd seen their modest friendship progress from friends to best buddies. They acted as though they had known each other for a long time despite the fact that they had only known each other for three months.

Yi Jeong, on the other hand, was struggling with it. He believed that since Geum Jan Di was now with Jun Pyo, she should not be close to any other man than her partner. In conclusion, he opposes their friendship.

"Good morning, sunbae."

"How did you sleep, Jan Di-ah?" he said softly. He squeezed her even more firmly before releasing her.

"I got a good night's sleep," she said. "Would you like to eat breakfast?"

"Mmm..." he said, patting his stomach, "I'm hungry."


"The Korean firm Shinhwa Group has been chosen as the largest corporate sponsor of the 2011 London Olympics." The radio host's voice reached Jasmine's ears as she peered out the backseat window of her car. As her mind wandered, the sound of the car radio gradually drowned itself out.

She sighed tiredly as she gazed out the window, dreading the time she would arrive at her destination. Her little hands held the small bouquet of jasmine flowers on her lap. Her family's most loyal servant, butler Lee, who had been with the family for over twenty years, gave her the flowers. She has been with him in New York.

It's a new school.

How many times has she now gotten these flowers? She had no idea. She lost count after 10th grade. Jasmine was still afraid by the concept. She was the type to stay in her own little world. Despite how lonely she felt at times, she enjoyed being alone.

She gazed down at the flowers in her lap, delicately touching the petals before returning her gaze to the window, only to notice the car had come to a halt at the red light.


"Ms. Jasmine, we're almost there." Butler's Lee's voice drew Jasmine's attention away from her thoughts as she stared at him in the rearview mirror. She just nodded in return, allowing the voice of the vehicle radio to wrap them in stillness once more.

"...as a result, even during the global recession, South Korea's economic growth begun with Shinhwa at the forefront..." The voice was drowned out once more as Jasmine's attention was drawn away from the radio to the loud sound of what appeared to be a chopper. She craned her neck to the sky, only to see a chopper coming towards Shinhwa School.

"...It's Shinhwa." The radio drew Jasmine's attention away from the sky once more.

As the car began up again, Jasmine could only shake her head. This school year was going to be anything but tranquil.

Jasmine felt a sinking feeling in her stomach as the vehicle approached her school. Shinhwa School's logo appeared in her line of sight, making her palms and feet sweat profusely.

It is known that if you are a South Korean citizen, you know the first two letters of Shinhwa before you know the name of the president. The longer Jasmine stared at the label, the more frightening those two letters were.

But I am not


The vehicle was parked near the school's entrance. Butler Lee had stepped out of the car and opened the passenger door for Jasmine without her noticing. He extended his hand, waiting for her to exit. She took a deep breath and placed her warm hand in his as he escorted her out the door, clutching the flowers in one hand.

Butler Lee didn't seem to notice Jasmine's sweaty palms as she got out of the car, but he remained calm.

Jasmine felt her hand being released and a feeling of anxiety washed over her. She stood there in her Shinhwa uniform, looking around the courtyard, which seemed strangely silent. It felt like the calm before the storm, and Jasmine wanted to sit back in the car and tell Butler Lee to drive her back to Victoria Mansion. A burst of wind blew, sending shivers down her spine, whether from cold or anxiety.

Butler Lee returned to Jasmine's side and handed her backpack. Jasmine felt like a soldier prepared for battle as she strapped it on her back. Going to Shinhwa was like going to a battle, and Jasmine knew it.

Shinhwa School: the first school in Korean history to be supported by the president, who believed that economic progress was more important than education and went so far as to pass special laws to accommodate the school.


It is a school designed by the 1%, attended by the 1%, and appropriate for the 1%. So far, it has retained its position as the greatest elite school in the country. Even if they apply when they are born, most ordinary individuals will be denied admission to the Shinhwa. If you are accepted to kindergarten, you will have a smooth path through elementary, middle, and high school, as well as university.

It is a source of envy and wonders for the rest of the nation's students and parents who struggle with entrance tests and incredibly challenging university applications.

Jasmine was fortunate to be among the one percent. But she wasn't sure how fortunate she felt right now as she began going towards the building's gates, Butler Lee close behind her.

Butler Lee opened the door for her, and Jasmine took a step inside, gently thanking the generous man. Her body came to a standstill before she could take another step, stunned by the image in front of her.


Her gaze was drawn to an awkward girl standing amid four of the most attractive men she had ever seen. They were walking down the corridor, smiling at what she was saying. One of the males was identified by her.

Gu Jun Pyo

Jasmine had seen him before; she recognized him as a young billionaire in South Korea, the owner of the school where she would be studying. Her hands began to sweat again when her gaze was drawn to another man with copper hair wearing white and holding a violin case. He kept staring at the awkward girl as she spoke, smiling at every word she said.

"Who are those?" she inquired quietly, pointing to the group.

"Those are the boys from prominent families throughout South Korea, Miss Jasmine." Butler Lee responded and went on to tell her about their families and how they met a commoner who brought out their soft side.

"Ah, I see..." She clutched her bag and asked Butler Lee to return. She followed the girl. She wondered where class 3B was. "Perhaps I should ask her for directions," she reasoned to herself.

She sped up her pace and caught Jan Di before she could enter her class. "Excuse me?" she asked in English.

Jan Di looked around, unsure whether the girl was speaking to her. She innocently pointed at herself while looking at the crowd behind her. "Are you talking to me?" she questioned.

"Yes," Jasmine replied in Korean this time, knowing the girl wasn't understanding what she was saying. "Do you know where class 3B is?"

Jan Di gave a nod. She indicated her class's label. She moved forward to observe the girl in front of her; she had long black silk hair, sky blue eyes, and fair skin. "Are you new here?" she asked.

"My name is Victoria Jasmine, and who are you?"

"Geum Jan Di," she replied, bowing. "Come in before the teacher," she said politely as she led the new girl inside. She couldn't help but feel small in front of the lovely lady. She didn't know why but Seo Hyun came to her mind, but she was a different version of her now

Jan Di took her seat on the behind chair, and the girl unexpectedly followed her behind and sat on the seat that had previously belonged to her friend Oh-Min Ji.

"Let's be friends," Jan Di said and Jasmine enthusiastically accepted her offer.

Maybe I won't be lonely anymore. She smiled at Jan Di as she took her books from the bag.

Jan Di took out her latest version of study books, which Ji Hoo had purchased for her, claiming that it would be easier to read ahead and understand what the teacher would be teaching.

"You're my first friend," she said, "and I appreciate it."


That was my first chapter...I didn't except it to be this long but I guess this idea is going to be interesting.
coming up...

Jan Di introduces her new friend to the F4 and Ga Eul...
Jasmine is drawn to Ji Hoo's beauty and kindness and she can't help falling for him.
Jan Di and Ji Hoo share a token of friendship...