Jun-pyo stood outside Ji-hoo's classroom, leaning against the wall patiently. It's been two days since his release from the hospital and his conversation with Jan-di. She had run off after their conversation, to his knowledge she's hardly been back to the apartment since. Instead she's barricaded herself in her recording studio when she wasn't attending class. He's determined that her manager was his greatest ally as far as keeping an eye on her. No matter what happens with his memory he had no intention of letting her get away so easily. Starring at the photo of them together sleeping on the couch he counted down the seconds till Ji-hoo's class let out.

He had been slowly going through things at the apartment, trying to decide what he was going to take with his parents, and what he was going to leave there. It wasn't a time consuming task but he was hoping to run into Jan-di by lingering as much as possible. It was because he had been digging through his drawers to kill time that he found some items of interest, things he couldn't talk to Jan-di about. Watching as students pooled out of the classroom he smiled upon seeing his childhood friend and moved to follow him. "This is a surprise," Ji-hoo said as Jun-pyo approached him. "I needed to ask you something."

"Is it about Jan-di?" Jun-pyo wasn't surprised that Ji-hoo guessed the topic he wanted to discuss. He always was very sharp, a part of him was curious about his friends relationship with his supposed girlfriend but he wanted to observe them more before bringing it up. Nodding he followed Ji-hoo off to a remote part of the campus. Finding a bench hidden on a path between the trees the two sat quietly. "I found this," Jun-pyo said pulling a small box out of his jacket pocket and setting it down between them. Ji-hoo grabbed the box recognizing it instantly. Flipping it open he admired the ring inside, moving it around so that it sparkled in the daylight.

"Is it safe to assume that I haven't proposed yet?" With a sigh, Ji-hoo closed the box and handed it back to Jun-pyo.

"Last we talked, you were waiting for the right time. But, knowing Jan-di if you had and you two were staying quiet about it, she may have put it back upon you losing all memory of her. It's one thing to forget a girlfriend. It's different to forget a fiancé."

Frowning Jun-pyo shoved the box back into his jacket pocket. That didn't really give him the answer he was looking for. He was wanting something a little more solid than that. "I also found this," he said pulling the condom out of his other pocket. Ji-hoo about choked as he urged Jun-pyo to put it back in his pocket. "Now that, I know nothing about. If you two were intimate or not is something only Jan-di could tell you." Groaning Jun-pyo ran his hands through his hair tugging at the ends. That was not a conversation he wanted to have. Especially with how squeamish she was the other day. He doubted she'd tell him. He wished he could remember.

"That looks like Woo-bin's brand. He might be able to give you some answers." Grunting in response he leaned back trying to figure out how to go about these things. "How are you and Jan-di doing?" Ji-hoo asked, sensing his friends discomfort. "She ran away from me." He mumbled grabbing a small twig off the ground and snapping it into little pieces. "Ran away?"

"I went to the apartment after being discharged, we talked about if I should stay there or with my parents, then she took off. She's been between work and school the last couple days. Packing my stuff up is how I came across the ring."

"How do you know she's going between work and school?"

"I have my ways.." with a a smirk Ji-hoo patted his friend on the back. "Well, memory or not some things never change." He said mainly amused by the similar behavior his friend is displaying. "Did I watch over her a lot?" He asked trying to piece together what Ji-hoo meant. "You did, until she left." Confused by his statement Jun-pyo shot him a worried glance his stomach knotting at the mention of Jan-di leaving him. "Things were different before, you and her were separated for some time. If you want to know more I'd ask your mother. She had a lot to do with it." Taking in this new information Jun-pyo leaned back against the bench. He would have to pay his mother a visit.

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"You finally came." Kan gHee-soo muttered impatiently as she sat on the sofa, her back to her son. She expected him to come to her for answers. She hadn't expected it to take this long though, hanging around the house making sure she was available was beginning to be an inconvenience. She had things she needed to do after all. Things she couldn't do until her son had regained his memory. It's been about a week since Jun-pyo had spoken to Ji-hoo. He tried to get ahold of Jan-di during this time, but she remained distant still. He'd only been able to get her on the phone twice and she cut both conversations short, apologetic as she was it bothered him and he struggled with what to do. She was busy. He knew that, her manager had mentioned that the last time Jan-di was this dedicated to her work was when she first started her career.

Her job provided a distraction as much as it did an outlet and her manager stated that she was building her career up in a way that it seemed like she wanted to make sure she remained busy all hours of the day. Strategically he could understand, she probably wanted to have something to take up bed time if he had chosen not to stay with her and to do so she needed to set things in place now. Which of course means that she's busy. He didn't understand why she felt the need to set everything up so soon, did she really think he would just walk away form everything that was his life because of some accident, had he done so before? These were the questions that kept him up at night while he tossed and turned counting away each minute.

Woo-bin hasn't been much help in filling in the gaps. He admitted to giving him the condom during their vacation some time ago but he was under the impression that the common had been used already. He was surprised to see that Jun-pyo still had it in his possession, unused. The endless trail of maybes was starting to aggravate him so he turned to the last person involved with him relationship with Jan-di, the one he hoped would give him answers, his mother. "You knew I'd come?" He asked walking around the room so that he could see her face. She was watching one of Jan-di's interviews and hadn't shifted her gaze to look at him. Patting the sofa for Jun-pyo to sit next to her she took a deep breath, collecting herself.

"I figured you'd want to know more about why you two were separated for so long."

"So you don't deny being at fault?" With a laugh Kang Hee-soo waved his comment off shaking her head slightly.

"It was her idea to leave you. She brought the offer to me, I just made every moment of her life hell to push her to that point. She suffered physically, mentally, emotionally. Even her family suffered. But she was resilient and you two fought against me no matter what I threw at her. She was strong, and you supported her in every way you could. Eventually I realized the best way to get to her was through her friends. So I left her alone and went after them. Not even a full day and she came running to me with her proposal. She'd leave you a broken man I could morph into who I wanted and I'd leave her loved ones alone. The offer was too good to pass up, I quickly accept it." With a pause Kang Hee-soo stole a glance as her son, he was tense his hands balled into fists as he listened to her story. She knew he'd hate her for the things she's done but she owes him the truth and hopefully the truth would set him free. Maybe, upon hearing in detail all the struggles they overcame together his memory would ignite and he'd remember them for himself. With a sharp glare he met her gaze, the anger burning inside him as he wrestled over this information wondering why Jan-di stayed with him to being with. How could someone love him so much they'd stuffer just to be with him? "Tell me everything." He said as calmly as he could, blood boiling.

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Things are coming together. I think the next chapter is going to be my favorite.