Author's Note: For some reason all my epic showdowns in every story happen at a gala, an art show or in a restaurant. I don't know why. This one was planned though so I knew it was going to happen like this. It may not be what you like but at least it's in keeping with my story standards.

Also I have already started planning my next story. It will not take place in the Boys over Flowers world. Instead I am writing a sequel to Music and Lyrics. It will have the main characters from You're Beautiful plus B.A.P as the main main characters. I've been listening to B.A.P for the last week and a half so I decided to write one.

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Yi Jeong walked into the studio and stopped. The scene was like one in a romantic drama. The house lights were off leaving the staging lights only ones burning. In the center were an easel, canvas, and the woman behind them.

Storm sat in the floor with pieces of glass and a bucket of glue. She looked like a heroine in the aforementioned movie as she dipped a brush in the bucket then smeared its contents on the glass. She pressed the piece of glass to the canvas and reached for another.

Yi Jeong was glad he'd saved the shattered pieces of glass. After her tirade because of a broken heart, she had destroyed every piece of glassware she had made for her show. But four days ago she had come in and grabbed an easel and canvas and had started working.

For the last seventy-six hours she had been locked in the studio working on this. He didn't think she had even slept since she had begun this project. Every time he was here, so was she. When he locked up at night, she was still there. He wondered if she even ate sometimes.

Luckily for her, he came bearing gifts. He set a cup of coffee down on the floor beside her along with a muffin. She didn't pay him any attention so he ripped off a piece and hand fed her. He laughed when she turned her head and accepted it. So she knew he was there; she was just choosing to ignore him.

He watched her happily. The picture was turning out better than he thought. When she had explained what she had wanted to do with the fragments, he had thought she was out of her mind. He hadn't even managed to make something out of broken glass, not that he had tried. But she had gotten to work on it and it was actually turning out really well.

He couldn't see the pencil etchings she had used to draw out the picture first. The glue covered it up completely and showed off the pristineness of the glass. The colors matched surprisingly well. He could actually see the picture very well.

"Are you going to leave it like this or put another finish over the top?" he asked as he leaned against her. She held two fingers up to signify the second option. "What are you going to use?" She tapped the can of rubber cement by her. "What will that do? Last I heard it just covers the glass and makes it rough."

She sighed and picked up her phone. He heard the voice of Siri talking to him. /The rubber cement fills in the extra spaces. I'm going to cover it with a light sheen of clear coat. It will tie it all together./

"Will it all be dried in two days? I don't want to put up a piece that is still wet. People will want to touch it."

/It'll be dry. Now leave me alone so I can finish it./

Yi Jeong wasn't going to leave her alone completely. She was definitely going to stay up until she finished it. He wasn't going to let her stay here alone again. But everyone was getting ready for the show and Christmas midterms. No one was available.

He sat beside her and worked on his own pot. He thought about what had happened in the last three months. Taemin had come to live with them, had met Storm and had fallen for her, had gotten engaged and had nearly lost his head when his fiancé had attacked the woman. Now he was planning to break his engagement. Yi Jeong didn't know the entire story but he knew it was going to cause a shit storm with the press.

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It was a full-fledged, star-studded event. Yi Jeong had spared no expense setting up her showing. He had rolled out the red carpet, ordered the best food and drink, and had paid handsomely for valet parking.

But the crowning glory had been the immediate shopping spree he had sent Storm on. Accompanied by Woo Bin who had been nagging her since the day before, Storm had picked out a navy blue, floor length dress. She had been carted to the hair dresser to tame her mass of curls that she hadn't spent any time on in the last few days. She was also given a manicure that she was certain would be gone by the next week. They had wanted her to pick out a pair of incredibly high heels, but she had refused. She could barely walk flat footed and they wanted her to shuffle in heels. She would kill herself in the process.

She looked up from the chair into her brother's gaze. Jax had finally come back after taking some time off to return to Hawaii to take care of their mother. When he had gone home on holiday, he had found out she had been in the hospital so he had asked for some leave. He had returned that morning at Incheon. She had picked him up and they had spent the entire day together.

He was her escort for the night. His tie matched her dress. He seemed really pleased that she was about to become what she had dreamed of. But he didn't know the whole details that had led to this. If he did, he would have already put his fist in Taemin's face. He would have gone to jail for it too.

He held out his hand and escorted her from the waiting room. Yi Jeong waited at the entrance to the gallery. He had done everything for her and she couldn't thank him enough. She took his hand as she came to him.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

She nodded and he led the way out. He garnered everyone's attention and made a dashing introduction. He was so fluid with the way he spoke it was amazing he didn't have everyone doing what he wanted a matter of minutes after speaking.

After the introduction, she was swamped by people as they asked for her reasoning behind some of her art. She couldn't say anything to it because the main piece hadn't been unveiled yet. They were still waiting for the rest of the guests to arrive.

The wait wasn't too long. Someone called the royal call for when the royal family went anywhere. Everyone split into three main groups. The guests were on the right and the left while the members of F4 and the twins were standing at the end of the red carpet.

"May I present their Royal Majesties Emperor Jeon Byung Hun and Empress Lee Hee Jin, his Royal Highness the Crown Prince Jeon Taemin with his fiancé Lady Choi Ji Hoon and her Royal Highness Princess Tae Jin," the royal announcer said. He bowed and backtracked into the crowd.

Storm grabbed Yi Jeong by the arm and glared at him. She had no idea that Taemin would be bringing Ji Hoon with him. As far as she had known, he had broken off the engagement with her.

But Yi Jeong had a secret that he had only shared with the F4 members and the four Guards of Taemin. Only those eight knew what had transpired to bring the engaged couple to this event. Tonight was going to be the night that Miss Choi Ji Hoon was forever run from their sights.

The Emperor looked around at the vast amounts of artwork. He marveled at the pottery and paintings and string work and everything else Storm had made. He looked at the group ahead of him and all six bowed.

"This is amazing," he said. There was a light in his eyes that said he was speaking the truth. "All of this was made by one woman?"

Yi Jeong nodded. "Yes sir. This woman," he pushed Storm forward just a little, "created all of this. This is her showing."

Byung Hun smiled at Storm. "You have amazing talent, young lady. Please tell me your age?"

Storm opened her mouth just as a moment of panic flashed across Taemin's face. She hadn't spoken in weeks and wasn't confident she could. She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth as she swallowed hard.

But once again F4 was to the rescue. Woo Bin took her arm and pulled her to the side as Yi Jeong backed up to the one covered piece in the middle of the gallery. Ji Hoo stood on the other side of the cloth covered work and gripped the maroon fabric.

"Before you bombard my artist with a bunch of questions, why don't you look at the final piece that I will be putting up for auction after this showing," Yi Jeong said. He nodded to Ji Hoo, and they ripped the cloth off.

Taemin's face fell from panic to shock. Onew had told him that she had broken every piece of glass she had created after the last altercation with Ji Hoon. What his guard hadn't said was that the shards had been saved.

The Emperor stepped forward just as Woo Bin braced Storm to keep her from falling over. Byung Hun reached out his hand and ran his fingers gently over the glass. There was a slight tear in his eye as he traced the contours of the artwork. He turned to Storm. She gripped Woo Bin's hand on her hip to keep from passing out.

"This is my son. You recreated my son," he said. He shook his head in disbelief. "How could you do this without having met him?"

Storm looked at the mosaic. She had remembered Taemin's sharp features the night she had brought him into her house when he had been drunk. She had committed his sleeping face to memory and recreated them with glass. His lilac hair was mussed as he lay on a pillow of white. His eyelashes were two half-moons on his cheeks and his mouth was partially opened. He looked peaceful, something she hadn't seen since he had been promised to Ji Hoon.

She looked back at the royal family and did her best not to lose what little control she had on her emotions. Beside her Jax started to open his mouth, but she glanced at him briefly. Her gave her a curious look but didn't speak.

"I have met your son," she said. Though her words were slightly slurred, they were louder than she thought they would be. She saw her brother's mouth fall open so she hurried on before she lost her nerve. "Taemin has done everything he could for me, and this was the only way I could thank him."

Her throat raw she closed her mouth and shrank back to Woo Bin's side. Jax took her bandaged hand and squeezed it gently. That's all he had to do for her to know that he was proud.

Byung Hun turned to his son. "Taemin, do you know this woman?"

Ji Hoon took his arm in a harpy's grip that had him wincing. He wasn't going to hide anymore. Slipping his arm free of her hold, Taemin strode forward and beckoned Storm to him. He was still the prince and he had a little bit of decorum he needed to follow. He held back a laugh when Woo Bin nudged her rough enough that she went forward, but nonetheless she came to him.

He tilted his head as he smiled at her. He took her face in his hands, thumbs running over the scars she'd had and the ones she had gotten from knowing him. Very gently he kissed each one of them, ignoring the snapping of cameras around them. He pulled back far enough to dip his head and kiss her on the lips. This time he was going to be the one to announce to the press who she was.

"Dad, Mom," he said as he turned around, his hand slipping down his side to take Storm's, "this is Storm Montgomery. She's Hawaiian with Pacific Islander mixed in. She's quiet, charming, intelligent, and the woman I am completely in love with. I hereby request the dissolution of my engagement. I am prepared to take on full responsibility of doing so."

There was a murmur around the room. It was unheard of for a Crown Prince to ask for a dissolution of an engagement contract. Normally they just went with it or married someone else in secret. But Taemin didn't want to be secretive. He hadn't intended to be at all, but his parents had sped up his engagement.

Byung Hun looked at the woman at his son's side and the one he had left in the middle of their family. He looked back at the glass picture of his son. One was loving and gentle while the other was seething and vindictive. He didn't have to ask which one he and his wife would rather have at their son's side.

"Taemin, was this the woman in the photographs on the news?" he asked.

His son nodded. "Yes, sir. That picture was taken the morning after I spent the night with her." He waited until the murmuring had settled down. "I didn't know it had been leaked until I saw it on the news a few days later. I never intended to hide her, but you sped everything up that I never had the chance to tell you. Dad, she knows everything."

Byung Hun knew that it took an impressive woman for his son to be comfortable to tell that horrendous secret. He looked at Storm and strode forward. Taking her face in his hands, he searched her eyes. She hadn't said a word since her initial speech and he guessed there was a real reason. Leaning forward he kissed her forehead.

"Even a scarred face and past can bring forth a beautiful spirit. Take care of my son," he said.

Behind him Ji Hoon screeched in anger. Onew and Jonghyun jumped forward and grabbed her by both arms. Because they were a little taller than her, they pulled her off her feet. She looked she was riding a bicycle as she kicked her legs to be freed.

"You choose her over me? You choose a mute half breed over a pure blooded Korean. I should have just told the press your dirty little secret. Everyone should know their precious Crown Prince got off by a man!" she yelled.

"If anyone of you print that in the morning papers, make sure you follow it up with the first fiancé of the prince was the daughter of convicted prostitute and a member of Sun Sol Hee gang," Woo Bin said. Silence settled over the group. "You want to start pointing fingers go ahead. I learned long ago that ignoring your past meant you wanted to ignore who you are."

"I never hid who I was!"

"No, but you never came out and said it either. You were asked if you had any unsavory people in your past and you answered no," Ji Hoo said. "I spoke to the matchmaker. She said all of your application was a lie. The only thing correct on there was your birthday."

"And," Jun Pyo continued. Every head turned to him. "I did a full background search on Storm and Jax. Their surname is actually Walakeia. They changed to their mother's maiden name when their parents' divorced. The Walakeia's are descended from a very high and very prestigious group of rulers of the Pacific Islands. Their bloodline is purer than most of ours. So if you're about to argue that she's a half-blood, you might want to do your research a little better. In society, Storm would considerably outrank you."

"Enough," Storm said when everyone was bantering back and forth.

She released Taemin's hand and stepped away from him. Key and Minho stepped slightly in front of her as she stopped in front of Ji Hoon. There was no anger in her eyes. There was no pity or hatred or anything mean. After all this woman had done, the older woman felt nothing towards, and the three simple words she said confounded everyone gathered.

"I forgive you."

Taemin stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her neck as his father ordered the embarrassed woman out of the party.

When everything had settled and people were talking casually again, Taemin pulled Storm off to the side. She was flushed and breathing a little heavily. He brushed his fingers under her eyes to wipe away the relieved tears that were pooling under her eyelashes.

"It's okay, Noona, you don't have to cry." He laughed when she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He wrapped his around her tiny waist and held her close. "I understand. And don't feel pressured to talk. I know it's going to take some time to get to a point where you feel comfortable."

Storm never felt more grateful in her life but there was one more thing they had to get through first before they could truly be in the clear.