Hi! This took forever because this chapter was a huge struggle for me. I wrote it then rewrote it about ... maybe 10 times? I have a hard time liking what I write and I have a tendency to change my mind. Then again I put pressure on myself because so many of you were looking forward to the next chapter and I didn't want to disappoint...

But thankfully I got it where I wanted it and I'm just going to allow myself to have fun from here.

Oh on another note. I really love Ji Mong's character, so expect a lot of him in this fic. He plays an important role. ;D

Enjoy~

Note: If you're confused about the legend I mentioned in the previous chapter look up Houyi on google. It'll explain everything.

Ever since Yo was young his mother Queen Yoo always said that he was going to one day sit on the throne. The same throne that his father Wang Geon (King Taejo) was sitting upon. To the eyes of a young Yo he had first thought that the yellow seat was simply something comfortable to sit on, not a place that a man with a lot of power sat. As he grew older, his mother became more persistent in her words. The more she spoke of it, the more he began to view the golden seat in a different light. This wasn't some seat he should take lightly, this seat was a place to make real changes.

It called to him now, and he craved it with an unsustainable hunger.

His arm reached back and pulled the string of the bow. He aimed with careful eyes, but grit his teeth as his arm strained against the strength of the bow. He finally aimed and released the arrow before he lost his grip. It ripped through the air before landing in the corner of the wooden target. He scowled and threw the bow on the table in front of him in frustration. "Oh my, do you not like my gift that much?" when he recognized the voice Yo quickly turned around and greeted his mother.

"It's not that Mother," he said, looking at the ground for a moment before looking at her. Her expression seemed amused and she walked over to him, placing her hand on his cheek and bringing up a small handkerchief with the other to wipe off the sweat on his brow.

"Of course not, you're merely having a bad day. My Yo-ah would never miss a target," she said fondly; her words sweet, but bitter like poison. He felt her grip tighten on his cheek and panic began to pool in the pit of his gut. Immediately he remembered the day Queen Yoo threw Wang So away. Her words made clear when she tied him to a post and shot fire arrows at him. His little brother cried for her, not understanding why she was doing this. Yo knew why though, it was because of the scar she gave him. A son with a scar would not be useful to her. There was a part of him that wanted to step in and stop his mother from continuing this pointless demonstration. That part of him wanted nothing more than to cut his brother down and hide him somewhere far away so he would be safe. But Yo didn't do these things.

He stood by and watched.

What will you throw away to have the throne? Or have you already thrown someone away…?

"I should keep practicing to break the bow in," Yo replied calmly, his smile forming on his face as his mother patted his cheek.

"Of course, don't stay out too late," she said before heading off to see the king, a trail of servants quickly following after her. Yo turned, still tense and aimed the bow again. His arm muscles screamed, but this time he ignored it and took his time aiming. He let out a breath and let the arrow pierce through the air, hitting the center of the target dead on. He grinned at his victory, but the feeling didn't last when he realized he was alone. The guards and servants were nowhere in sight and the sky began to darken suddenly. He looked up, seeing the bright sun get covered by a darker shape. Suddenly a flash and he was in the water, drowning and watching the same sun turn red.

He gasped and struggled, hearing sounds of people yelling random directions. He heard strange beeping sounds and saw flashes of bright light enter his vision blinding him to the point he had to close his eyes. Then he was on the ground, staring up at the red sky feeling an overwhelming sense of heat throughout his body. He shook as he slowly stood, his chest ached and he grasped it, coughing as the voices continued, sounding so close yet so far at the same time. He looked up and saw he was back at the edge of the cliff, but this time no one was around save a familiar figure.

"Ji Mong…?" he called out and Ji Mong turned to look at him, giving him a warm smile. Yo felt confusion before another flash of white light entered his vision and he hissed, closing his eyes.

"You are dying your highness," Ji Mong said, his expression turning grim when Yo managed to look back at him.

"What…?" he questioned, feeling confused and angry at the same time. Ji Mong glanced over at the red sky, it burned with intense heat and Yo could have sworn that it was on fire.

"The Heavens have chosen you… although I cannot understand why," Ji Mong continued, looking calmly at the sky as it grew brighter, revealing that there were ten suns right above them. Yo staggered forward and looked across the edge of the cliff. Everything was burning. "I'm sure time will reveal the answer soon enough… if you're willing to take a chance and let fate guide you," Ji Mong said before offering Yo a large bow. Yo felt questions rise in his head as he looked at the unaffected Ji Mong while he himself was suffering intense heat and pain.

"I don't understand," he hissed before crying out has he heard a sharp ringing in his ear and a shocking pain in his chest.

"We're losing him!"

The voices became more clear and Yo felt stunned, shaking his head at everything going on at once. Ji Mong just looked at him with a silent expression. "Don't lose this chance your highness," forcing Yo to take the bow and one single silver arrow. "Shoot the sun if you want to live," he said and right when Yo was about to question again one of the bright suns came close. The heat became immense and Yo was blinded as well. Forcing himself to look through the light, he could see something in its center. Its cry was loud and similar to that of a crow.

Shoot the sun if you want to live.

He forced his aching body to pull back the string of the bow. He dared his eyes to look into the bright light and focus on the center of it. Fate. Ji Mong had mentioned that word. Wang Yo never believed in things like that; he rather believe that it was his own will that moved his destiny into the way he wanted. He let the arrow fly and it ripped through the barrier of fire and pierced its target. A large cry rang out and the light and fire of the sun died, revealing a three legged crow falling to the ground. Nine other suns remained in the sky and Yo fell to the ground, feeling intense heat in his chest. He felt the pain intensify like fire and burn throughout his body causing a scream to rip from his throat.

Another sharp ring in his ears before something hit against his chest causing his body to lurch forward and fall back on the ground. His vision blurred and all he could see were faceless people, men and women, dressed in white surrounding him. The pain of the heat disappeared and he closed his eyes, falling back into the abyss.

The weather in the evening was always the best. Usually Go Ha Jin preferred the sunny warm days, but today she quite enjoyed this weather. It wasn't rainy, or humid and the breeze was cool to the touch. It was almost like Mother Nature was in a good mood and wanted her to feel the same. It didn't work of course. Go Ha Jin was feeling miserable and it didn't help that work also gave her a lot of issues and stress. She sighed and leaned her chin on her arms and stared out into the water. She was back at the park again, the same one she was at a week prior when everything in her world went to Hell. Funny… this was also the same place that she saved that man.

How was he doing…?

To her right she heard glass clinking together and a soft groan. She looked over to see the homeless man rousing from his sleep, looking rather out of it. She saw a few empty bottles of Soju littered around him and Ha Jin could almost feel pity for this man. He looked liked he had it a lot more rough than her. She had massive debt and a broken heart, but at least she had somewhere to live. Even if she did have to move to a smaller and cheaper place… but this man, this man surely had a story. She sighed, wondering why she cared so much before taking out a unused water bottle from her bag and holding it out for him. He looked at her for a moment before taking it, downing the whole bottle in seconds.

"Rough day?" she asked, not really expecting an answer. The last time they met they didn't really talk. Well, more like she talked and he just listened. He had passed out soon into her talk, but Ha Jin was grateful he listened anyway. Even if he really wasn't listening. The man grunted at her and looked up at the sky. His expression seemed inexpressive when she looked at him, but when he was looking at the sky Ha Jin noticed a slight change. Like he was remembering something or wished for something he lost.

"It's hard to see the stars in the city," he finally said, surprising Ha Jin with his voice. It sounded gentle and soft, but also had a gritty edge to it like he hadn't spoken in a while. She looked up at sky and noticed she could see more stars here than she could where she lived. "You remember when you asked me if I wanted to sleep for a hundred or a thousand years?" the man said, still looking at the stars. Ha Jin looked at him, watching his expression shift into a more somber one. "I have always felt like that, especially seeing the things that I have seen," he said, finally looking away from the sky and looking at the empty bottle of Soju. "Sleep doesn't even help…"

"Do… you want to talk about it?" Ha Jin finally asked, feeling sorry for this homeless man. He looked so pained right now and she wished she could help him out. He looked at her then and gave her a small smile.

"I think the most interesting thing… is that you never change," he said and Ha Jin felt confusion as he stood up, gathering his things. "Go visit the man you saved, he shouldn't be alone… not in this world…" he sniffed, his expression completely disappearing as he staggered away like he was drunk. Ha Jin watched him go, wondering just what that was all about.

Wang Yo woke up with a start, the events of his dream still clear in his mind that he felt panic settling in. He heard loud noises blaring to his right and felt a weird mask on his face. His hands gripped into bed sheets and he felt his heart pounding against his chest as panic began to settle in. The lights above him were bright and he didn't recognize anything in this room. A door opened on his left and he saw a man dressed in white enter in, immediately going to his side, trying to talk to him.

Yo didn't understand the words and his instincts were screaming for him to run. So he fought the stiffness in his muscles and pushed the doctor away. He ripped the strange mask off and pull all the strange wires off his body. He hissed in pain as he moved and gripped onto his stomach as he wobbled over to the door, forcing it open. Immediately he was greeted with more white and people. Some dressed in white, others in pink. He grit his teeth and forced himself to walk down this unfamiliar hall, confusion building up as everyone began to notice him and tried to talk to him.

He fought back and pushed all these people away, screaming at them to go away. He was a prince, they shouldn't touch him! But they kept insisting and Yo couldn't understand where he was and what they were doing. He needed some familiarity, a weapon even, but there wasn't a sword or a guard or even any of his uncle's people. There was just all these people in white and pink trying to stop him. He pushed through all these people, fighting them like they had weapons and knocking them all down without care. He finally made it to what seemed like a door and pushed himself through it.

The moment he got outside however the world changed. He froze on the spot, staring out as buildings as tall as the sky greeted him. Multiple people, men and women in various clothing walked passed him without care. There were large steel things moving on their own faster than any horse. The noise was so loud and Yo felt panic settle in his chest and he fell to the ground, feeling like the whole world was shaking. There was so much at once and so much to take in he couldn't handle it.

Where was he?

Where was he?!

Suddenly he felt cool soft hands on his face, reverting his gaze from the strange world onto a woman's face. She looked at him with a steady gaze her doe eyes boring into his own. Her hands shifted over his ears and he felt the loud sound muffle into near silence causing his focus to shift better onto her. Her expression reassured him and she made a show of breathing in and out encouraging him to do the same. He strangely followed her pattern, letting himself breath in and out until he felt the panic seep away and his emotions get under control. She smiled, moving her hands to cup his face so she could keep his attention on her.

"You'll be alright. Its okay, you're safe." she said to him and Yo felt himself wanting to believe her. He finally moved his gaze to look around and saw more men in white coming after them. He flinched and she gripped his arm. "Its alright, they're doctors, they only want to help you," she said trying to be reassuring, but Yo wasn't convinced anymore. Everything seemed too odd and too out of place. She wasn't even dressed properly. No one was.

"Whats… the name of the king?" he asked her, and her expression looked confused. He gripped her shoulders, his gaze intensifying. "The king! What's his name?!"

"We don't have a king!" she finally shouted back, her expression looking a bit scared at his sudden outburst. He froze, letting this information process in his head. No king? Then…

"The year, what is the year?" he asked, his grip tightening on her shoulders. He saw her face wince in pain and struggle to get loose.

"2016," she finally replied, getting her shoulder's free from his grasp. He stared at her in shock as she rubbed her shoulders in pain. 2016? Then… then it's a thousand years… a whole thousand years. He looked around again, taking everything in with disbelief. He wanted to laugh. There was no way he was in the future. He was going to wake up any minute and find himself back in the palace. But he felt hands grab at him and pain shoot through his stomach that he actually groaned. "Blood!" the woman shouting pointing at his stomach. He looked down, seeing blood seeping through the clothing he was wearing.

He could see the sword before he could stop it. His blood spilling over the dirt, his brother So reaching for him as he fell…

The hand that grabbed him from the water, pulling him up with all their strength. The blurry image of a woman looking over him, her voice…

Yo looked at the woman as he was taken back into the hospital.

This was real.

He really was in the future and this woman… saved him.

"The heavens have chosen you your highness,"

"Heavens…? Ji Mong… who are you really?" he said, laughing like a mad man as the absurdity of the situation finally took hold.

This was not how she had imagined the day to go.

When she first arrived at the hospital Ha Jin expected the visit to go rather smoothly. After all, she was just visiting the man she saved. What could possibly go wrong? Of course she was proven wrong the moment she walked in and found out the man she saved had woken from his coma and started running through the hospital freaking out and fighting everyone. She took it upon herself to follow him outside and calm him down, but his abrupt questions and intense gaze…

She wasn't sure how she should feel.

A warm cup of coffee was offered and Go Ha Jin gratefully accepted it, soothed by the warm content. The detective, Nam Joo-Hyuk, sat next to her, with his own cup of coffee and sighed. "Are you alright?" he asked, looking at her. Ha Jin nodded. Her shoulders still hurt from the strong grip from that man, but she was alright. "I know he was a little wild, some patients freak out after being awoken from a coma, especially violent ones like that." Joo-Hyuk said, sipping his coffee. "I'm just a bit surprised on how violent he got but luckily no one was seriously hurt. We'll just have to leave an officer by his door just in case," he said shaking his head.

"Did… you manage to talk with him?" Ha Jin asked, and the detective nodded.

"I didn't personally, but my partner and another officer did. Apparently the man he didn't really answer. Just stared at them like they were beneath him," he said, looking at her. "He has no ID or cell phone, his fingerprints are also not registered in the system. It's possible he's from out of the country, but it's still strange he has nothing on him,"

"The year! What is the year?!"

"Go visit the man you saved… he shouldn't be alone. Not in this world,"

She sipped the cup of coffee to distract herself as the memories of the homeless man and the man she saved replayed in her mind. It was too much of a coincident… there was surely no way…?

A phone ringing distracted her from her thoughts and the Detective excused himself to take the call, walking away from her to have privacy. She sat there for a moment, considering her options before standing and heading to the man's room. An officer stood by the door and Ha Jin nodded to him and he let her in. Guess they knew who she was. She walked in and saw the man she saved lying on the bed, staring at the wall looking to be in deep thought. He looked at her when she entered and Ha Jin felt nervousness creep up as she walked closer to the bed, setting down her coffee and the floral arrangement she bought for him earlier on the side table.

She felt awkward as he kept staring at her with an intense look, like he was peering right through her. She cleared her throat and brought a chair closer to the bed to sit down. He still stared and Ha Jin huffed, getting annoyed. "Are you going to keep staring?" she asked, giving him a look. He seemed amused by her response.

"I'm not used to women showing so much skin," he said, still looking at her and Ha Jin suddenly felt extremely exposed. All she was wearing was some shorts and a nice shirt. Nothing unusual.

"You talk old fashioned," she said, giving him a glare. He chuckled then.

"Perhaps so," he said, deciding to look at the ceiling which didn't make Ha Jin feel any better. Still, she took the time to observe him silently. He was actually quite handsome, despite his immediate turn off of a personality. His hair was long though, longer than most guys wear. How he wore it reminded her of the historical dramas. Then again, wasn't he wearing his hair up like that when they met? He caught her staring and she glanced away.

"Are you-?"

"Who are you?" he interrupted her as she was about to ask his well being. Her mouth snapped shut in response and her annoyance showed on her face.

"I saved you from drowning," she said and he just looked at her.

"I meant your name," he said, waiting for her response.

"Go Ha Jin, and yours?" she retaliated.

"If you knew who I was, you wouldn't be talking to be so informally like that," he said, his eyes narrowing at her. She stared back, practically amazed at this man's attitude towards her.

"You think that matters if i'm the one that saved your life?" she questioned back, not backing down. "You practically owe me," she said and he gripped his fists onto the sheets in annoyance.

"Wang Yo," he finally said and Ha Jin crossed her arms.

"Well, that wasn't so hard," she said and he scoffed. They glared at each other for a moment before Ha Jin realized that they were acting like a bunch of children. She closed her eyes and sighed, trying to put herself back into a more mature state of mind. But it seemed she ended up saving a complete asshole.

"Would you believe me if I said I came from the past?" he said suddenly which threw Ha Jin off. The past? Like how far? Joseon? Goryeo? Then again, that was just completely ridiculous. She wasn't in some drama where some prince or captain of the guard came from the past to the future and got saved by the beautiful main lead (aka her). Definitely not.

"It's a bit hard to believe," she admitted. "But… it would make sense," she said. After all he appeared out of nowhere in the water. He had no ID or family that called him in missing. He was dressed in olden clothes and didn't have any clue what was going on. "Oh, are you hungry?" she suddenly asked as she began to dig through her purse for the snacks she brought. He looked at her curiously, as she laid a few bags on the bed. "Next time i'll bring you some Ramyeon, if you want," she said opening a bag of sweet cakes and handing him a wrapped cake as small as a cookie.

"Ram...yeon?" he suddenly questioned before taking the sweet cake and unwrapping the plastic before taking a bite of it. He ate it quickly and grabbed another. She watched as he ate through most of the snacks she brought, some making his face light up others made his face scrunch up as they were a bit too salty or spicy. He seemed to favor the bitter and sweet stuff the most. Watching him made her realize that maybe he wasn't kidding. He really didn't know anything about this world. There was a knock on the door and a nurse excused herself in.

"Visiting hours are almost over," she reminded Ha Jin kindly, before glancing at Wang Yo and quickly leaving the room. Guess this sudden outburst when he woke up left a bad impression on the nurses.

"Well, i'll come visit you again," Ha Jin said gathering the empty bags and throwing them in the trash bin. Yo watched her for a while as she turned to leave.

"I don't have anywhere to go," he said and she stopped in her tracks at the door. His gaze watched as she looked up at the ceiling, looking like she was debating with herself before kicking at the ground and turning around with a sigh. She made her way back over to the bed and gave him a hard look.

"Alright, so you've made it clear you're not from this time and I'm crazy enough to believe it," she said, scolding herself mentally. "So i'm going to make a deal with you, just a temporary one alright?" she said and he looked very amused. "When you get released i'll let you stay at my place, but only IF you help around with the chores. Also when you are fully healed you will get a job and help me pay for things. Food isn't free you know and I have a hard enough time paying off all the debt," she said with a huff.

"Why do you have a lot of debt?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"That's not important," she said before looking at him and holding out her hand. "So… we have a deal?" he looked at her hand. "Or I could leave you here to fend for yourself, your choice," Yo huffed in amazement. This woman really knew what she was doing. He took her hand and she gripped it hard, sealing the deal.

"OK!" she said in a language that he didn't understand at all.

"O….K?" he repeated with confusion and she smiled.

"Sleep well Wang Yo, you'll need to get lots of sleep so you can help me," she said before turning and leaving the room in a rather good mood. Wang Yo just sat there, the whole situation already hard enough to believe. Now he owed his life to some woman of the future, but he managed to manipulate her into helping him of course. He wasn't stupid enough to go at this alone. So what else could he do?

He looked at his hand, which still felt slightly warm at her touch.

"Go Ha Jin…" he mused out loud before allowing himself to finally sleep.