A/N: I'm sorry for the delay on this, but I hope you all enjoy. Thank you for the continued support!

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Marry Me Part I

As Ji Hoo carried Jan Di toward the king-sized, petal-laden bed, she moved her hands from around his neck and up to his face. She cupped his face within her hands and brought his lips down to hers, surprising him yet again that evening. In response, he held onto her tighter within his arms and kissed her back—deeply—as she ran her fingers throughout his hair.

Upon reaching the bed, Ji Hoo laid Jan Di down gently upon it. She scooted back toward the pillows to make room for him. And he stared at her for a moment—questioning silently with his eyes if it was OK to join her there.

Jan Di was more than fine with it. As she'd told him, it wasn't like they hadn't shared a bed before. But still, she felt extremely nervous all-of-a-sudden.

Her body was trembling lightly all over, but it was only partially due to nerves. She was also quivering with excitement and anticipation. For what, she wasn't exactly sure, but somehow, she felt that this time would be completely different…

And Jan Di was experiencing the kind of rush that comes with doing something dangerously exciting—even, perhaps a little crazy—for the first time, such as bungee jumping or skydiving. She was both frightened and eager. Although, she knew that she had no reason for fear with him.

She met his eyes and gave him a clear look of invitation.

Ji Hoo hesitated no further. He climbed into the bed beside her and proceeded to draw her in close and tight. Jan Di emitted a small coo, as she snuggled against Ji Hoo.

"This is nice," she murmured, as he began caressing her back. He revealed a perfect smile in response and lowered his lips to hers again.

The kiss began soft and gentle—as his typically did—but slowly began to deepen. And Jan Di wrapped her arms around his neck, while he rested his hands on the small of her back.

Their kisses further intensified, becoming feverish, burning, and Ji Hoo thoroughly—yet quickly—attended to her lips before progressing downward. Jan Di let out a pleasurable gasp before shutting her eyes and enjoying the sensation of his soft, moist lips upon her neck. By now, he knew all her spots, and he proceeded to hit each one, as she sighed and softly called out his name.

…

Perhaps it was the romantic mood—that, combined with some amount of alcohol inhibition—but things began to progress more quickly than usual…

They were both on their sides now, and Jan Di dug her hands into his back and pressed herself against him. Ji Hoo's hand slid up her thigh—along her pantyhose and beneath her dress—and then he squeezed her behind. Jan Di wasn't as unprepared for it as the first time he'd touched the area, but this time, it was a different sensation. In the past, he had always touched over her clothing, rather than caressing the thin layer of nylon there now.

And she wrapped one leg around his, as he continued kissing and stroking up and down…

Then, Ji Hoo rolled Jan Di underneath him. Supporting his own body weight, he hovered over her and temporarily ceased his kisses and touches. Ji Hoo took a moment to gaze down lovingly into Jan Di's eyes, and he brushed the back of his hand against her cheek. Sometimes he still couldn't believe she was his…

Jan Di stared up at her beautiful, dark angel—wondering what he was thinking and marveling at the sensations he brought about. And oh, the things he did to her, the temptations he evoked! How was it that he so easily made her seriously consider tossing out all her principles?

…

When Ji Hoo remained as he was, she brushed a finger against his lips. And he pressed a kiss into it. This seemed to waken him, and he began kissing down her neck again. He slid the straps of her dress aside and caressed her shoulders and collarbone with his lips. Jan Di sighed and wrapped her arms tight around his neck—holding him there.

And then, his hands began to wander—all the while kissing her—caressing her back, her behind, her breasts, her stomach… And they began moving against each other.

Jan Di grasped onto his back and began planting light kisses along his face and down his neck—wherever was in range. As she did so, he kissed her lips, her eyelids, her nose—in turn—and nibbled her ear.

She hugged him around the neck and then brought her hands down to the collar of his shirt. Sliding them further downward, she rested her hands on his chest, and her fingers curled into the fabric there. She clenched the cloth and began tugging at his shirt, wanting to gain access to the smooth skin underneath. And she fumbled with the first few buttons of his white button-down.

When she struggled, he pulled back a little. Through escalated breaths—and all the while staring intensely into her eyes—he undid the buttons for her, down to his upper abdomen. Jan Di placed her hands upon his now bare chest, tracing along the sculpted muscles there. And a small smile of satisfaction crossed Jan Di's lips. She loved the feel of his skin, but the funny thing was that, while touching him, the anatomical names of the tissues popped into Jan Di's head. It was funny that even in such a romantic scenario something like that would come to mind. And she imagined Ji Hoo would be proud if they weren't caught up in the moment. Perhaps she would tell him about that later, she thought wryly.

Ji Hoo let out a low, sensual growl when she reached his abdominals, and he began kissing her again.

…

When their lips briefly parted, Jan Di uttered, "Ji Hoo…," through ragged breaths—preventing him from claiming her lips once more.

"Mm?" he breathed. And his eyes burned into hers, as he massaged her back through the fabric of her dress.

"Could I…change first?" she murmured. Then, she mentally berated herself for adding the first part, for she was still uncertain and didn't want to be giving him expectations...

Ji Hoo nodded and reluctantly removed his arms from around her. She had to admit that she missed his touch—immediately—once he took it away.

And Jan Di slipped out on the other side of the bed.

Ji Hoo sat up and rested his back against the headboard, as he watched her walk across the room. She glanced back briefly—watching him watching her—and then she made her way toward the bathroom.

Be it nervousness or slight inebriation, she wasn't sure, but she stumbled. Automatically, Ji Hoo moved as if prepared to hop out of bed and catch her, but she caught herself. Jan Di gave an awkward chuckle. "I…I won't be long!" she exclaimed, and then she snatched up her suitcase and took it into the bathroom with her. She shut the door and locked it—for some reason—even though she knew he would never intentionally walk in on her.

Once inside the bathroom sanctuary, Jan Di rested her back against the door, shut her eyes, and forcibly exhaled.

Her head was lightly spinning and her thoughts were running wild. She did want to change—to be more comfortable—but she also needed a moment to figuratively and literally cool down.

So, she went to the sink and pushed hard against it. Then, she turned on the left faucet, stuck her hands underneath, and splashed cool water on her face. She shook her head at herself in the mirror and emitted a little laugh. This is ridiculous…

"OK, it's OK; it's fine," she gave her reflection a quick pep-talk and took some short, calming breaths of air.

Jan Di had fully intended to wait to sleep with Ji Hoo until after they were married. And she knew that he would be fine with it if she chose to keep waiting, but somehow tonight she felt her resolve waver. Things had been progressing so rapidly—and it had all been so pleasant, and he was perfect, as usual—so, she wasn't sure she could hold out if she went back out there.

Jan Di didn't know if she should give in, but all she knew was that shereally wanted to…

Oh, why did he have to create such a romantic atmosphere?

But it wasn't just that. She'd been thinking about it for awhile now…

It wasn't as if there had been no such temptation in the past; there had certainly been times when they both struggled to maintain control—plenty of times. But it was not so often that they were completely alone. At home, Grandfather was usually there to keep them in check. But on those rare occasions when they were actually alone, there was always this electricity between them—with the possibility hanging prominently over their heads. Somehow, though, they always managed to keep their emotions and hormones in check.

So, why should tonight be any different? And she wondered if there was some reason she was so eager tonight—of all nights.

Despite her eagerness, Jan Di was incredibly nervous about it. And if she was this nervous, then maybe she should just hold off. There were so many good reasons to wait, after all. But when she thought of him or looked at him—and even more so, when he touched her—all those reasons seemed to fly out of her head and she couldn't think of a single one compelling enough.

It seemed as though she was trying to justify it to herself, and perhaps she was because—the fact of the matter was—she really wanted to… And sure, she was a little bit tipsy—all the more reason not to rush into anything—but it wasn't as though she wasn't thinking clearly.

And as she veered at the precipice—overlooking, yet not quite ready to dive in—she thought of him.

The important thing was that it was Ji Hoo—her firefighter, her soulmate—the man who had always put her wants and needs far above his own. Over the past four years, Ji Hoo had done everythingfor her, and she knew he would do anything for her—all she had to do was ask. And many times, she didn't even need to ask…

Jan Di suddenly recalled the time Ji Hoo had helped her clean the arts center. Afterward, she had passed out from exhaustion and awoke on the bathroom floor to him calling her name. He'd piggybacked her, taken her to his home, and fetched a doctor.

And then she remembered a more recent time, when she came down with a high fever. They were studying together at the house, and she had been feeling ill all day. Ji Hoo had commented that she looked pale and should rest, but she insisted that she was fine and needed to study. She only vaguely recalled him placing a hand upon her forehead and saying that she felt very warm. Then, she remembered feeling faint and falling forward toward the coffee table. But she never felt the impact, for Ji Hoo caught her. He carried her in his arms to his bed then, too. He brought her a cool compress and once again called the doctor to come for a house visit. And Ji Hoo cared for her tirelessly until she was well again.

Ji Hoo had always been nothing but caring and incredibly patient with her—even when it came to their physical relationship. He had always treated her with a tender, loving respect. And when she thought about the amazing man that he was—of all he had done for her, of all he had meant to her, and of how deeply in love with him she was—she couldn't imagine not giving her full self to him. In fact, it felt like she had waited far too long already…

Jan Di knew that Ji Hoo was concerned with interfering with her life goals, but how could that be? They could be cautious, and no matter what, she planned to be with him—wherever he went, whatever he did—forever…

So, what was she waiting for? Perhaps she was ready…

When Jan Di stepped into the bathroom, Ji Hoo released a heavy sigh and fell back against the feathery pillows. He shut his eyes tight, as he deliberately worked to control his bodily functions.

And he should be well used to controlling his urges by now—after four years of being together—yet it only seemed to keep getting harder…

The cold showers helped some, Ji Hoo thought to himself with a sardonic smile, but still, he honestly had no idea how he'd managed to hold back as long as he had. And each time they were intimate like this, he felt as though he would burst.

Why was he torturing himself so?

Tonight; however, Ji Hoo sensed that Jan Di seemed willing to take things further than they ever had before, but he could also tell that she was extremely nervous about doing so. And though he really wanted to make her his completely, he had plenty of other reasons to discourage it.

No, he wouldn't do it. He could and would wait for the right time—and he'd follow through with his plan.

…

Meanwhile, Jan Di rummaged through her suitcase for something decent to wear to bed. Having been totally unaware of Ji Hoo's romantic plans, as well as the surprising turn of events—that she would decide she was ready tonight—she had not come prepared, at all. And she wondered if he was prepared on his end… It could all be a moot point.

Upon closer inspection, Jan Di was horrified to discover that the only thing she had brought with her to wear was the most childish looking pair of pajamas possible—a long-sleeved, high-collared, two-piece set with cupcakes with faces on them, of all things...

Jan Di exhaled sharply and tousled her hair in frustration. It wasn't exactly the type of ensemble that suggested that she wanted something more, nor one she would have chosen for their first time had she known...

Jan Di looked down upon the neatly folded pajama set in her bright pink suitcase, and the cupcakes seemed to be smiling up at her, mocking her.

Sure, this outfit says, 'come and get it!' Jan Di scoffed.

But then she had an idea. Perhaps, she would simply wear the top part, which hung to just above her knees.

That might work, she thought. That might be a bit more alluring…

Decided, Jan Di reached for the zipper on the back of her dress. She tried with one hand to grasp it and then with the other, without any luck. Then she began tugging at the fabric of her dress, pulling it aside, while spinning in a circle. Jan Di continued fidgeting with the dress for several minutes until she finally caught hold of the zipper. Grasping and fumbling, she attempted to slide it downward, but to no avail. It only went down an inch or two. Either it was stuck, or the position was simply too awkward to get a good grip. Whatever the case, it wasn't budging.

Jan Di groaned in defeat and finally unlocked and opened the door slightly. Sheepishly, she peered out and over at Ji Hoo—he was still waiting patiently for her on the bed.

"Um, Ji Hoo, would you…unzip my dress for me?" she timidly called out.

…

Her request wasn't helping Ji Hoo's resolve, but still, he didn't need to be asked twice. And he immediately leaped out of the bed to go to her aid.

Ji Hoo went to Jan Di, and she turned around. He took hold of the elusive zipper and slowly, effortlessly slid it down along its track. As he unveiled the creamy skin of her back, he did his best to maintain control of his baser urges and remain a gentleman.

But after unzipping her, he could not help but brush his fingertips across the soft skin of her back. He felt her shiver at his touch, and then she turned back to look at him over her shoulder. She stared at him for a few electrically-charged seconds before whispering, "Gomawo."

Ji Hoo simply nodded.

Then she took a step forward, but—again, unable to help himself—he caught her around the waist and pulled her back against him. He wrapped his arms snugly around her stomach, interlocking them and holding her there. Now, her uncovered back was pressed against his partially exposed chest.

The sensation of skin-to-skin caused Jan Di to shudder and suck in a breath in pleasant surprise. She shut her eyes and released her breath slowly, as she leaned back against him. Then, she placed her hands upon his forearms and ran her fingers lightly along his arms. He breathed in her hair and then rested his head on her shoulder, placing a kiss there before finally, slowly releasing her.

Jan Di turned around to look upon him, with darkened eyes. "I'll…I'll be right out," she spoke, her voice wavering.

Ji Hoo nodded and allowed her to re-enter the bathroom.

…

Eagerly, Jan Di changed, all the while thinking of him…

She left the bathroom once finished and lingered outside the door. She was wearing only the pajama top, with bra and panties underneath.

Ji Hoo's breath hitched at the sight of her, and he stared.

She smiled awkwardly back at him and shrugged. "Sorry, this," she held up her hands in defeat, "…was all I had," and she lowered her eyes to the beige carpeted floor.

"You're perfect," he replied immediately, and he went to her again.

Ji Hoo took her hands in his. "You look beautiful. This," he studied her, smiling tenderly, "…is the Geum Jan Di I fell in love with."

Jan Di bit her lip and smiled up at him, and Ji Hoo began leading her by both hands toward the bed. He sat her down on the bed beside him, brushed aside her hair, and kissed her.

Then, he lowered her to the bed once more and maneuvered himself into position above her. He gently tugged aside the pajama top and opened a few buttons. And he began kissing down her neck and to her chest.

With one hand stroking her chest, he moved the other down and tucked it underneath her dress, between her thighs. Ji Hoo looked into her eyes, and the shock was evident there. He apologized through labored breathing and began to remove his hand, but she assured him that it was OK.

…

Jan Di closed her eyes and gently sighed, allowing him to continue. And as she began to lose herself in his caresses, her mind began to wander—once more, to thoughts of him…

Only in her wildest fantasies had Jan Di ever imagined experiencing what she had with Ji Hoo… And it wasn't just the romance, but it was everything—their companionship, his tenderness, the mutual sharing of their hopes and dreams. They had shared it all—the good and the bad…

And she thanked the heavens above for the blessing of having him in her life…

Jan Di truly believed that she and Ji Hoo were soulmates, in the purest sense; she knew it now more than ever. It really was as if they shared one soul—even one mind at times—so, how perfect would it be to also share their bodies?

Ji Hoo noticed that Jan Di had been spacing out. And it made him doubt his skills a bit—that her mind seemed to be elsewhere while all this was happening. So, he stopped and studied her for a moment. "What are you thinking about so deeply?" he asked, with a curious grin.

"Oh, nothing," and she chuckled awkwardly at having been caught daydreaming.

"Are you sure? Your head seems to be someplace else…," he stroked her arm.

Giving him a soft smile, she replied, "Actually, I was just thinking about you…"

…

And then, she gave him the most incredibly enticing look he'd ever seen from her. She was looking at him in a way that she had never quite looked at him before. It excited him, and she was so beautiful that it was almost too much to take…

He grinned down at her. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"No reason…," and she glanced shyly to the side, wondering how exactly she had been looking at him.

Ji Hoo grew silent, his expression serious. And he simply stared at her.

"What is it? Is something wrong?" she asked worriedly, as her hands perched upon his neck.

"No, nothing is wrong. Everything is great," he spoke softly.

And she smiled in relief.

...

"It's just that…well, do you have any idea how long I waited for you to look at me the way you're looking at me right now?"

…

"Do you know how badly I wished for you to look at me the way I looked at you? But you couldn't see me. I felt invisible to you for the longest time… And it's not that I blame you for that. I know that you were in love with Jun Pyo and that you were hurting… But, you have absolutely no idea how good it feels to have you look at me like this now…," and he smiled at her and tucked away a strand of her hair.

"Ji Hoo…," she uttered, affected.

He simply smiled and put a hand behind her neck, pulling her down to where she was pressed against his chest. And he kissed her firmly. She returned his burning kiss, and he began exploring her mouth—sucking and gently biting.

Without thinking—but simply caught up in the moment—Jan Di's hand found its way down Ji Hoo's chest and stomach, to the hem of his pants. It was a complete shock to Ji Hoo, for she had never attempted to touch him in such an intimate way before. This only served to push Ji Hoo further over the edge; he began stroking more rapidly and thoroughly, and his kisses grew more feverish.

It was only when Jan Di began tugging gently at his pants while biting down on his lower lip that Ji Hoo stopped—which was probably the most difficult thing he'd ever done to date.

Ji Hoo peeled himself away and cleared his throat. "Um, Jan Di-yah…maybe we should stop."

Saying so was difficult and made Ji Hoo want to bang his head against the nearby wall. But if he didn't stop now, he might not be able to at all…

"Huh?" Jan Di stared up at him with large doe eyes.

They had been proceeding headlong up until this point, and she had adjusted herself to the dangerously exciting idea that it would happen this night…

...

Ji Hoo quickly hopped out of the bed and took a few quick steps across the hotel room, turning his back to her.

"Did I…uh, do something wrong?" she asked with a slight pout.

"No, no, not at all. I just…think we should wait," and Ji Hoo released a heavy exhale out of her earshot.

"What?" she blinked.

Ji Hoo remained turned away from her.

"Really?" she inquired further.

"Yes."

"But…but, why?" she blurted out, as she stared quizzically at his back. Why did he suddenly stop and change his mind? She wondered.

Ji Hoo turned to look at her, his wrinkled shirt hanging open. "Like I said, I really didn't do all this to make you feel pressured to sleep with me, and I would never do that."

"I know that. But I'm…I'm ready…," she said shakily, as she adjusted her pajama top that had gone askew.

The corners of Ji Hoo's mouth twitched. "You're not."

"But I am. I really am," she protested.

Ji Hoo's smile grew wider—and more tender. Could she possibly be any cuter? "No, you're not," he said, in a soft but sure tone. "Even if you think you are, I know that you're not. You forget how well I know you, my otter."

Jan Di set her mouth. "But, I really think I am. … I want to!" she exclaimed, as a child begging to visit the toy store. But she immediately heard what she'd said and—flustered—her eyes shot down to the blanket, and she began to squeeze it. Ji Hoo had to stifle a laugh.

Jan Di pursed her lips. "Don't…you…want to...?" she began tentatively, as she hugged the blanket tighter against her chest.

Ji Hoo grinned, shaking his head a little, "Of course I do. But, I just really think we should wait," and he spoke as determinedly as he could.

Jan Di blinked a few times. "Are you sure?" And she was torn—uncertain as to whether she was disappointed or relieved.

"Yes, I'm sure," he said.

Jan Di sighed and nodded.

What had transpired between them tonight was enough for her for now, but Jan Di still wondered what had come over him so suddenly. How had he mustered the willpower to stop when he did? And Jan Di felt utterly weak in comparison…

Are you made of stone, Ji Hoo?

His nickname—the living statue—perhaps it applied in more ways than one…

Jan Di's brow wrinkled, and she continued to stare down at the comforter. She began tracing the pattern with a finger. "OK, whatever you think, Ji Hoo, but…well…I love you," and with the last few words, she focused upon him again.

It was completely sweet and adorable, the way she said it—so innocent and heartfelt. And Ji Hoo felt himself melting like warm chocolate. He quickly crossed the room and went to her. He sat on the bed beside her and leaned down to place a kiss to her lips.

"Oh, I love you, too," he breathed, as he stroked her cheek with the back of his fingertips.

And Jan Di appeared flabbergasted. "Well, then…why…? Isn't this…," she glanced away shyly. "…what people are supposed to do when they're in love and when they've been together for as long as we have?"

Jan Di had told herself long ago that she would wait until she was married, but perhaps it was a bit old-fashioned… And she had certainly considered breaking the pact she had with herself on several occasions… And this was Ji Hoo, after all—the man she wanted to be with always, the man she planned to spend her life with, if he would have her, anyway.

…

Ji Hoo's mouth crinkled in response, and he began stroking her arm. "Well, the part about being in love is true, but as far as doing it just because we've been together for so long and that's what we're supposed to do, I don't necessarily agree with that. I don't think that's the best reason."

Jan Di lowered her head. "I know, but I just thought that…"

When she grew silent, Ji Hoo sighed softly and spoke. "Forgive me, but I just want you to be certain you're ready, and I can sense your hesitation, Jan Di-ah. And not to mention, I don't want to do anything to jeopardize all you have going for you. If something were to happen…," Ji Hoo paused.

…

"…Although I hope to be with you forever, and I would love to have a family with you, it's not the time for that now. If something did happen, we would deal with it together, but I don't want to make anything harder on you."

Jan Di smiled to herself—in relief—at the verification that Ji Hoo did want to be with her forever.

"You're right," she said. And he absolutely was; she knew it. She didn't want anything to interfere with medical school. Still, she could not help being a little bit disappointed.

And Jan Di suddenly felt ashamed. "Mianhae…," she muttered.

He lifted her chin so that he could look into her eyes. "Oh, Jan Di. There's no need to apologize for anything. Why are you apologizing?"

"Well, because...I…because we…I didn't mean to…," she stammered, and then she gave up on saying what she was trying to. She recalled her former conversation with Ga Eul, and instead, she asked, "Does it bother you?"

"What?"

"That we…do…stuff…but don't take it…all the way? Am I just…torturing you?"

Ji Hoo gave off a small laugh. "No, it doesn't bother me," and he took her hands in his. "I do want to eventually take things further, but I can wait. I'm a patient guy. All that matters to me is having you by my side."

Jan Di smiled and nodded. "Me too."

"And as far as the torture goes…," Ji Hoo gave a throaty chuckle, "...Well, I'll admit that it is tough sometimes because sometimes my body just doesn't want to listen to me" and he laughed again. "But that's not your fault,

Jan Di nodded.

He gave her hands a squeeze. "Don't worry, Otter. I'm fine with whatever happens—in whatever time—and you don't need to worry about torturing me. I enjoy whatever closeness I can have with you."

After their conversation, Ji Hoo and Jan Di enjoyed the amenities of the room, including the strawberries. After playfully teasing that she was going to eat them all—and after a little game of keep-away—Jan Di and Ji Hoo ended up sharing the chocolate-covered fruits and feeding each other. And then they settled into bed to watch a movie.

They were both tired from travel and from the excitement of the evening—Jan Di especially. It had been a long day and night.

"Are you feeling jetlagged?" Ji Hoo asked of Jan Di, as they nestled in together beneath the covers.

"Just a little bit," she yawned. Jan Di played it off, but Ji Hoo knew that she would be out like a light any minute.

"The otter is sleepy," he affectionately commented.

"Mm." She snuggled against his partially bared chest, breathing in his familiar scent. He wrapped an arm around her and held her tight.

"Ji Hoo…," she mumbled, as her eyelashes began to flutter, "Gomawo for…for…" She stopped mid-sentence, and her eyes fully closed.

…

Ji Hoo held Jan Di there against his chest, as she faded away into sleep. He could hear her soft breathing and feel her beating heart against his own. During their earlier session, the organ had been pounding rapidly, but now it had slowed considerably and was thumping at a slow and steady pace.

He loved having her so close, as well as the feel and sound of her heartbeat. Perhaps he was silly, but it was comforting to him. And not just the lulling rhythm of it, but the verification that she was alive—safe and well in his arms.

Ever since the last near drowning—despite it being years ago now—he always needed confirmation that she was alright. There was something about the reminder—whenever he thought of it—of nearly losing her that was maddening to him, and it made his overprotective drive kick into high-gear.

One reason Ji Hoo enjoyed it so much—when Jan Di slept in his bed—was that he felt better being able to watch over her and feel her as she slept, as if she would suddenly stop breathing or vanish before his eyes.

Anyone who heard these thoughts would surely think he was crazy, but it was just how he felt, and that was just how much she meant to him...

Ji Hoo wrapped his arms snugly around her. "Jan Di-ah…"

She stirred. "Hm?" she muttered drowsily. She'd already begun to drift in the warm, comforting haven of his arms.

"Will you always stay with me?" he asked

Jan Di unconsciously hugged Ji Hoo tighter in her half-asleep state. "Mmhm," she muttered, in a childlike manner.

Ji Hoo smiled to himself and pressed a kiss into the side of her head. He nestled in and continued to hold her until he too began to drift off. And finally, they fell asleep in each other's arms.

One Year Later…

The past year of Jan Di's life had consisted of many late-night cram sessions, seemingly endless hours in the lab, and volunteering at the hospital. It had been rough, but she had loved every minute of it.

And Ji Hoo had remained as a constant at her side.

Jan Di had lost track of the countless hours spent in the library or on the couch studying, as well as the number of times she had fallen asleep against Ji Hoo's shoulder or awkwardly atop her books. But regardless of the position she ended up dozing off in, she always wound up in her own bed. And she could only assume that Ji Hoo carried her there.

This was confirmed when she awoke in his arms, while he was carrying her to bed. Those times were nice for Jan Di. She would nestle against him while murmuring something incoherent about not being tired or being able to go on her own. He always seemed to know what she was saying, and he would simply smile affectionately down upon her and continue carrying her to her room.

Jan Di loved those quiet moments spent studying with Ji Hoo. But what she really loved—though few and far between—were the relaxing, lazy times when they could simply be together, such as when their work was complete or a semester would end and they would be rewarded with a short break.

During those times, they would sometimes go out—to dinner or a movie—but more-often-than-not, they would simply stay at home. They would have some food and then curl up together on the couch or in his bed, watching a movie and cuddling. Sometimes he would read to her—usually poetry or classic literature—or he'd play for her.

And those reprieves were essential…

For, yes, medical school was extremely difficult—and very stressful. But Ji Hoo never seemed to get stressed—unless he internalized it all—and Jan Di had to admit that she sometimes wanted to hate him for the way he so effortlessly glided through medical school, as graceful and natural as a figure skater on ice.

Jan Di, on the other hand, did struggle with the stress. And there were certainly times when it became almost unbearable for her. Fortunately, Ji Hoo realized when that was happening—and he knew exactly how to calm her.

Ji Hoo had always been able to read Jan Di so well; thus, he knew when she was due for a study break or needed a distraction. And he would often whisk her away for a calming motorcycle ride—which always soothed her, particularly on those cool evenings when the wind was faintly blowing. The wind would gently kiss her—chilling her slightly—but then Ji Hoo's body heat would pleasantly warm her anew. Jan Di loved those evening rides with him the most; they always calmed her rampant mind, and she enjoyed the closeness.

And then there were those nights when the temptation of each other proved too much, and Ji Hoo would offer her a very different, yet equally pleasant—or, arguably more so—type of distraction…

Ji Hoo had graduated the previous year and had been going between interning at the hospital and working at the Clinic. The Clinic was still Ji Hoo and Jan Di's baby, after all. And now, with Grandfather's health declining—and him stubbornly refusing to retire—they tried to help-out as much as they could.

Jan Di knew that Ji Hoo was extremely busy and exhausted, but he still always found time to help her when she needed it. He even offered to repeat his last year so that he could be there to support her.

Jan Di couldn't help but smile at the incredibly sweet gesture. And she recalled that previous year, when Ji Hoo was graduating…

There was one time when they had both gone to help at a travel clinic set up in a small rural village along the beach. Jan Di had, of course, had a small catastrophe and ended up being late, causing her to nearly miss the bus. She had run the entire way, flagged the bus down, and hopped on just as it was pulling out. As she got on, one of her snotty sunbaes—who was in charge for the day and on a power-trip—had scolded her. She'd humbly apologized and made her way to the back of the bus, where she was surprised to find Ji Hoo.

"Do you think it'll end like this?" Ji Hoo good-naturedly quipped.

In surprise and excitement—for she hadn't expected to see him there that day—she exclaimed, "Sunbae!" She still fell back into the habit of calling him that now and then, particularly in public.

He simply smiled at her, and she smiled back—ignoring his comment. Her boyfriend still loved to tease her at every chance he got. And he probably commented because he'd gently warned her numerous times about being late. Honestly, sometimes he acted more like a father-figure or older brother than a boyfriend. But she knew he only did it because he wanted her to succeed.

And they enjoyed the ride together in pleasant silence.

…

When they arrived at the clinic, Jan Di busied herself. But inevitably she failed to complete her task to the snooty sunbae's liking, and he sharply ordered her to do it again—and correctly this time.

After finishing, Jan Di stepped aside for a breather. She tightened her mouth and glanced around, noticing Ji Hoo off playing with a group of children. She wandered over to him, and he sidled up next to her. And she released a heavy exhale.

"From your expression, it looks like you made another mistake," he teased.

And Jan Di sighed. "Oh Sunbae, since you started on time you're already in the graduating class. When am I, a third-year, ever going to finish and in what millennium will I become a doctor?"

"You're not worried about flunking?"

"Suunbae!"

Ji Hoo smiled brightly and gave a little laugh.

"It's only because of you that I made it so far as an outcast. When I think about what it will be like when you go to the hospital the future looks dark…"

Then he grew serious. Staring out, with the hint of a smile upon his lips, he asked, "Well, then should I flunk, too?"

She chuckled in response. "Aigoo, that's alright! That's scarier than the flunking joke!"

"It's no joke," he spoke sincerely.

She gave him a look full of affection. She was always moved by the lengths this man would go to—just to make her happy.

"Sunbae, you need to hurry and become a doctor so that you can reopen Grandfather's Clinic," she added.

And Ji Hoo grew somber. The reminder of Grandfather's failing health always depressed him.

"That's the reason you went back to study, after all."

"Well, that wasn't the only reason," he said, turning to her. He put his hands upon her shoulders and began to lean in. But just as their lips were about to touch, they were interrupted by a tug to Ji Hoo's lab coat.

A small child approached and notified Doctor Prince—as she called him—that her throat hurt. Ji Hoo smiled and knelt beside the girl. She wrapped her tiny arms around his neck and informed him that she was going to marry him when she grew up. Ji Hoo smiled again. "We'll get married next time. For now, open up and say ah," and he proceeded to check her for an infection.

Jan Di smiled warmly at the touching scene.

…

After the exam, the child ran off playing, and Jan Di turned to Ji Hoo. "Hm, I see that I have some competition," she teased.

Ji Hoo chuckled. "Never," he whispered, as he placed a hand behind Jan Di's neck. Then, he gave her a chaste kiss on the forehead.

Jan Di smiled tenderly up at him. "Well, I better get back to work," and she slapped her hands against the sides of her legs. "Before I get into trouble again."

...

The Present…

With Jun Pyo and Jae Kyung's wedding fast-approaching and graduation imminent, Jan Di was crazed. Jae Kyung had made Jan Di her maid of honor, which came with plenty of tasks—despite Jae Kyung's entourage of subordinates—and graduation was not a given. Jan Di still had to pass her final exams.

Finals were just around the corner—and then would come her licensing exam after that—so Jan Di had been studying incessantly for weeks. She had never worked so hard at anything in her life, but she couldn't possibly allow herself to fail in this. After all, she'd wanted nothing so badly as swimming. And since discovering Medicine, Jan Di had wanted nothing more. That is, aside from one other thing now—or rather, one person—the one person who had been by her side the entire time.

As finals loomed like a bloody death on an outnumbered battlefield—and her licensing exam threatened to finish her off if those didn't—Jan Di was at least reassured by the fact that she would not go into the battle alone. In fact, she was far from alone—and never had been—in all of this.

Ji Hoo had stood by her every step of the way.

Still, Jan Di found herself to be more than stressed lately—practically panicked, actually. And she had been feeling as though she might implode at any moment from the anxiety and anticipation of finally completing medical school.

Thankfully, she had Ji Hoo for that. And she didn't know what she would do without him—or how she would have ever made it so far…

With one week to go before finals, Ji Hoo announced that she would not be studying that day and that they were going out instead. Jan Di protested, but it was of no use. He begged with sad puppy dog eyes, rendering her weakened, and then he took her in his arms and finished her off with a long, soft kiss, causing her to forget any argument she had formulated. She would probably give him anything he wanted when he did that…

So, that evening, Ji Hoo took Jan Di out for a nice dinner at their mutual favorite restaurant and then to the Sky Rose Garden for coffee and the romantic atmosphere. He'd bought out the place for the night, so it was just them, which was nice. Ji Hoo chastised Jan Di once for attempting to sneak a peek at some flash cards she'd secretly jammed into her purse, but after that, she relaxed and enjoyed their night together. And the date ended with a trip to Naksan Park at dusk—for the incredible view and the serenity.

Jan Di had to admit that the evening had been just the thing she needed. And she had come to appreciate Ji Hoo's unending support more than ever—if that was even possible.

Three Weeks Later…

Jan Di had finally done it! She had passed her finals and graduation day had arrived! After five long, grueling, sleep-deprived years—after countless hours spent memorizing parts of the body, studying communicable diseases, observing fruit flies, and gene mapping—it was finally over!

But really, it was only just the beginning, which was both frightening and exciting…

The day of Jan Di's graduation from medical school dawned, bringing with it a sense of relief and accomplishment that somehow made all the carnage worthwhile. That morning, Jan Di awoke with the biggest smile on her face, but then she recalled that it wasn't over yet. There was still one last piece to the puzzle—the licensing exam next week.

And she immediately began thinking of all that still needed to get done. She became so preoccupied with those thoughts that it temporarily slipped her mind that there would be a ceremony that evening. Jan Di groaned when she recalled. Although it was a major accomplishment, and she should be proud—which she was—Jan Di wasn't a fan of ceremonies. Particularly Shinwha's.

Shinwha always made a big, fancy—unnecessary—to-do about everything. So, the event would surely be lavish, and she hadn't checked, but she'd probably need a ball gown or something, rather than a simple cap and gown. But then she recalled having gone to Ji Hoo's the previous year, and it didn't seem so bad. She took a breath.

Jan Di was certainly thrilled to have completed medical school, but she never liked the idea of being the center of attention, even if only for a few seconds, while crossing the stage. And she wouldn't have minded skipping the event altogether, but of course, Ji Hoo wouldn't hear of that. He would never allow her to forego such a momentous occasion—not again, not like last time—when she almost skipped her high school graduation.

Speaking of Ji Hoo, he was making a big fuss over her today. Her day began with waking up to a delicious breakfast: eggs, pancakes—for luck—the works, and then there was an elegant floral delivery from him.

Ji Hoo watched Jan Di—unable to stop smiling—as she finished off the massive breakfast he'd cooked for her. The large bouquet of flowers he'd carefully selected was on the table before her, partially obstructing her from his view. He'd bought some gifts, as well, but he was saving those for later.

Perhaps he had gone a bit overboard, but it was her graduation day! And Ji Hoo could not be more ecstatic. In fact, he was so overjoyed that he could barely contain it. Others might think it silly—and a strange way to think of one's girlfriend—but he almost felt like a proud parent, whose child had grown up and realized her dream. Ji Hoo was reveling in her great achievement—just as much as her—and he began to reminisce about their med school days and the milestones along the way.

For one, Ji Hoo recalled when Jan Di first received her snow-white lab coat. She had been as giddy as a child on her birthday and had worn the coat all day long. Ji Hoo was certain it was the most adorable thing he'd ever seen. She had even insisted upon wearing it to bed at night—the first night, at least—until she realized how wrinkled that made it. So, she had washed it the next morning by hand and spent a good hour ironing it out until it was pristine again, informing Ji Hoo that no good dry cleaner would settle for less than perfection.

Ji Hoo smiled, as he recalled their memories together and thought about this special day. It would be a very special day for another reason, too—he hoped. And he was both anxious and excited.

…

That Afternoon…

Jan Di sat in the row of folding chairs with her graduating class, as one of her seonsaengnims made a speech in front of the audience. Jan Di glanced a few rows back to where her group was all seated, proudly watching and waiting for her to receive her diploma. Ji Hoo was there and Jan Di's family, of course, and there was also Grandfather, Ga Eul and her family, F3, and Jae Kyung. Ji Hoo noticed Jan Di looking back, and he smiled at her.

…

Jan Di walked across the stage to accept her diploma with butterflies in her stomach, just praying that she didn't trip. She accepted the certificate and shook her seonsaengnim's hand firmly. Then, she suddenly heard vibrant clapping and overly loud shouts.

Jan Di bowed to her former instructor and headed to the other side of the stage. As she did so, she glanced out to the crowd. Her group was all standing, clapping, and shouting out to her. Her parents and Kang San seemed to be the ringleaders, but the others quickly joined in with the raucous cheering.

Il-Bong put a hand to his mouth and shouted out, "Jan Di-ahhh! That's my girl! Appa is sooo proud!"

Jan Di merely beamed out and shook her head. She supposed she should be embarrassed, but right now she was too happy to care.

Jae Kyung also shouted out—Jan Di's name—and clapped wildly. Next to her, Jun Pyo stood, wearing a proud smirk-smile and clapping. Woo Bin began whooping and hollering and pumping his fist in the air, and Yi Jeong clapped hard and smiled beside him. Ga Eul, who stood on the other side, next to Yi Jeong, was enthusiastically clapping and smiling vividly at Jan Di. On the other side of Ga Eul was Grandfather, who was clapping and looking extremely proud. Jan Di couldn't quite tell from the distance, but he looked like he had tears in his eyes.

Beside the older Yoon man was Ji Hoo, who was also energetically clapping. He wore one of the biggest, brightest smiles she had ever seen on him, and his eyes shone with pride and his deep love for her. Jan Di and Ji Hoo's eyes met, and they exchanged a special look that transcended any words…

After the ceremony, they all hugged Jan Di and congratulated her, as did some of her classmates—even the snooty sunbae. And then Jan Di was showered with flowers and gifts from F3—who simply couldn't wait until later. F3 was almost as bad about spoiling Jan Di that day as Ji Hoo

After the celebrating died down a bit, Ji Hoo asked her family and friends if he could steal Jan Di away from them for a bit. They didn't seem to have a problem with this, and they were all smiling—a bit oddly, Jan Di thought.

And Ji Hoo took Jan Di by the hand and led her out of the auditorium and into the Shinwha courtyard. There were people scattered around talking and congratulating each other. Ji Hoo took Jan Di aside, to where they were relatively alone.

Ji Hoo had congratulated Jan Di along with the group, but he had much more that he wanted to say to her—in private.

Jan Di looked to Ji Hoo curiously, from under a cover of trees, waiting for him to say something. After a moment, Ji Hoo approached Jan Di and put his hands on her shoulders, leaning in slightly. "Have I told you how proud I am of you?" Ji Hoo asked with a genuine smile.

Not only had he told her, but he had shown her—in numerous ways. There were the flowers, the special breakfast, and the party that, she assumed, was to come later. And not to mention, he couldn't seem to stop smiling at her all day. It was sweet. His pride in her accomplishment seemed to emanate from him—in his eyes, his smile. In fact, Ji Hoo seemed to be happier about her graduation than his own the previous year.

"Yes, you have," she replied, smiling sweetly back. "But it's not over yet, you know," she added. "I could still flunk the licensing exam next week."

"You won't," he immediately assured her.

Jan Di smiled genuinely. His heartfelt confidence in her was endearing.

"And I can help prepare you for what to expect," he said. "You're going to be fine. Don't worry. It's all going to be over very soon, and then you can relax. And then I promise we will celebrate properly." He winked at her.

"Gomawo," she said with utter sincerity. But then her facial expression turned, and she felt herself beginning to well up.

"Oh, what's wrong, Jan Di-ah?" he asked, concerned. "This is supposed to be a happy day."

Jan Di gave a small laugh at herself. "I know, I know. I'm just…a little emotional, I guess," she sniffled. And she was relieved that only Ji Hoo was seeing her this way. "It's just that…the day I found out I could no longer swim, it felt like a part of me died inside…"

Ji Hoo's expression saddened. He knew it better than anyone, for he'd been there that day to see it firsthand. He placed a hand upon Jan Di's shoulder and began rubbing lightly with his thumb.

Jan Di sniffled again and then put on a smile, as she looked at him. "But when I discovered the Clinic and medicine… It's hard to explain, but it was like…when that little baby took its first breaths, I felt like new life had been breathed back into me…"

And Ji Hoo smiled at her affectionately.

"Does that sound stupid, Sunbae?"

"Not at all," he said, still stroking her shoulder.

Suddenly, Jan Di threw her arms around Ji Hoo's neck in a thankful hug. He was caught off-guard, but he simply wrapped his arms tight around her.

Jan Di buried her face into his chest. "But you reassured me that I would find a new dream, and you promised to help me. You said that we would find it together, and you were right, Sunbae. I didfind a new dream, and you did help me—you and Grandfather. And I never would have made it without you…"

Ji Hoo felt a few bits of moisture dampen his shirt, and Jan Di's emotion was enough to bring tears to his own eyes. Ji Hoo fought his own tears back and held her tighter.

"Thank you, Sunbae, for everything. Thank you so much!" she blubbered against him. She felt like a big baby, but there was just something about realizing your life's ambition that could bring a person to tears.

Ji Hoo brought Jan Di back to arm's length and looked down into her large brown eyes. "You're welcome, but don't sell yourself short. You did all the work; I only helped a little bit. You're far more capable than you give yourself credit for. And I am so proud of you!"

With a growl of approval, Ji Hoo embraced Jan Di again in a bear hug. He picked her up and spun her around, as she held on tight and buried her face in his shoulder. Then, he set her back down and rested his hands upon her shoulders.

She gazed into his eyes for a moment—studying them—and then she went up on the tips of her toes to press a firm kiss to his lips.

When their lips parted, Ji Hoo smiled. "Not that I'm complaining, but what was that for?"

The corners of Jan Di's mouth tilted in a playful seesaw, and she dug her foot into the dirt beneath it. "Just for always believing in me, even when I didn't believe in myself."

"Well, I knew you could do it. You are my Wonder Girl, after all," he grinned. "And I believe there is nothing that the Wonder Girl—Geum Jan Di—cannot do," he smiled.

Ji Hoo leaned forward to press a kiss to her forehead. Then, he pulled back slightly and took her by the sleeves of her overly long gown. He took a good look at her.

When his own sentimentality threatened to get the best of him, he lightened the mood. "You look so cute in your cap and gown," he said, tapping the brim of her cap.

Jan Di smirked at him. "Gomawo."

They stared at each other lovingly for a moment, but then Jan Di had a thought. She frowned and poked her lip out slightly.

"So, are you going to make me go to this Shinwha After-Party thing?" she whined.

"No, I have other plans."

"Good. Wait, what other plans? A party?" Jan Di raised a brow.

"Well, not exactly. Just our little group coming to the house, really."

"Oh, OK, good," she sighed in relief.

"But we do have somewhere to go first," he informed. And as soon as he said it, he grabbed onto her hand, excitedly. "Come on, let's go!"

"But Sunbae, where are we going?"

"You'll see," he replied, his eyes sparkling with a childlike air.

"But…the others…aren't we going to meet up with them?"

Ji Hoo smiled at her. "Yes, and we will. There will be plenty of time for celebrating with them later, but first we have a stop to make."

"A stop?"

Ji Hoo turned back to Jan Di and grinned. "Do you trust me?"

Well, that was an odd question…

"Of course I do."

He smiled as if that was just the answer he hoped for, and then he clutched onto her hand tighter. "Well, then just come with me. No more questions. Don't worry, it won't take long."

Jan Di blinked a few times and then nodded, and suddenly Ji Hoo took off, running hand in hand with her. Jan Di let out a laugh, as they ran across along the outskirts of the Shinwha campus.

The campus had emptied, for everyone was off reveling in their great achievement and their temporary freedom. Jan Di felt a bit foolish, despite the deserted campus, but she had to admit that it was fun—and she was very curious about what had gotten into him and what he had in store…

"Are you in a hurry to get somewhere, Sunbae?" she chuckled, as they ran together. But then she realized that she'd asked another question, so she quieted.

When they finally stopped running, they were standing in the place where Ji Hoo always used to go to play his violin, in front of the very spot where Jan Di had first met Ji Hoo. It was quiet, serene, and it was only the two of them—just the way Ji Hoo and Jan Di liked it.

"What are we doing here?" she asked, glancing around.

Ji Hoo smiled at her. "Do you know where we are?"

Jan Di nodded, and he led her closer—to the bench—which had been brightly illuminated with strings of lights and colorful flowers.

Jan Di gasped when she noticed the lovely display. "It's…so beautiful… What is this?" her head snapped toward him. She felt her heart drumming within her chest. He's not going to…is he?

Ji Hoo took a deep breath and sat a rather stunned Jan Di down on the bench. "Do you remember this bench?"

Jan Di nodded. Certainly, she did. This was the bench where he had sat when she forcibly bandaged his finger after he'd cut himself on his broken violin string. This was the place she would go to look for him, where she would watch him play. This was also the place where she had watched him cry over Seo Hyun… This had been their first spot—before the stairwell. It wasn't filled with all pleasant memories, but it reminded her of him—and that was definitely a good thing.

And then, Ji Hoo sat down beside her, taking both of her hands in his and turning her toward him. "This was the spot where we first met. Do you recall that day?"

Jan Di's lips twitched into a smile. She remembered the day perfectly—right down to those sudden fluttery, euphoric, gut-wrenching feelings she got inside. But she simply responded, "How could I forget? …I was actually surprised that you remembered—when you mentioned it to me on Jeju."

Ji Hoo smiled and looked up into her eyes. "Well, you left quite the impression…my beautiful, smiling Geum Jan Di…," he spoke with sincere love.

And Jan Di flushed.

Ji Hoo stared down at Jan Di's hands, and he began caressing them lightly with his thumbs. "I wanted to take you to the place where I first saw you because…there's something I need to say to you…"

Ji Hoo took a deep breath. "I want you to know what you mean to me…"

In anticipation, "Sunbae…," escaped Jan Di's lips.

To Jan Di's surprise, Ji Hoo stood and took a few steps forward, turning his back on her. Jan Di looked on in confusion. "Sunbae, what is it?"

He turned back to look at her, his expression completely serious. "I don't want you to call me that anymore, Jan Di-ah," he replied bluntly.

Jan Di flinched. How does one respond to that?

Ji Hoo gave a good-natured scoff, as if he would go on to explain his unusual statement. "I know you are used to it and that you still like to call me that sometimes, and in a way, I like it, too—whenyou say it, but…," and he took a deep breath. "Although I will always be your sunbae in your heart, I'm not really your sunbae anymore, Jan Di-ah..."

"Ah," Jan Di nodded in understanding. "I see Sunb—," she stopped herself just before saying it. "Because we are no longer in school, right?"

And it made her feel a bit sad and nostalgic. Ji Hoo had always been her sunbae—ever since the day he rescued her from those jerks who had attacked her. And he had remained that to her, even when he was in college and she was still in high school—even after they started dating. She still continued to call him that sometimes. And Ji Hoo had always overlooked it. It never seemed like it bothered him, so him demanding that she not call him that was rather shocking.

But she knew he was not trying to be cruel, and she assumed it must be some sort of rite of passage he was taking her on—to remind her that she had graduated.

"Well, that's part of it. But there's another reason I don't think you should call me that anymore…" And then Ji Hoo approached her again, and he got down on one knee in front of her.

"Ji…Ji Hoo…"

He took her hands in his again. "Jan Di-ah, I gave a lot of thought to how I would do this. I must have gone over a hundred different scenarios in my head…"

Jan Di felt her chest begin to rise and fall, and her breathing escalated. But she remained silent, with her eyes locked on him.

"But then I remembered what you said about the big gestures of F4," and a smile tugged at the corners of Ji Hoo's mouth, "So, I decided that I would forego anything fancy and just speak from the heart. After all, the Geum Jan Di I know and love is a girl who appreciates the simple things in life—the things that may seem insignificant to others. And that's just one of the many, many things that I appreciate and love about you, Jan Di-ah. Let me tell you how I see you…"

Jan Di felt the moisture building at the corners of her eyes again.

"The girl I fell in love with was a common girl," he continued, "a common, yet incredibly special girl—one who is hardworking, caring, and pure-hearted. She's the type of girl to stick up for her friends and for her principles—even if it means going against the mighty Jun Pyo," Ji Hoo said with a wry smile.

And Jan Di grinned.

"She's the type of girl everyone should be so lucky to know because their lives are automatically better, just by knowing her."

"Ji Hoo…"

"I told you long ago that you and are of the same world, and I still believe that. Your world is mine, and my world is yours. I want it to be that way, always. And if you ever dislike something, I want you to know that I'll always come to your world. I'll do anything I can to make you happy, Jan Di-ah." Ji Hoo wore the hint of a smile, and his eyes were shiny.

"Ji Hoo…," was all she could utter.

"None of the good things in my life right now," Ji Hoo choked out the words, "…would have ever come about if it wasn't for you, Geum Jan Di… Overcoming my phobia, my grandfather and I being reunited, he continued through moistening eyes, "…finding my purpose in life, it's all because of you."

"And then there's you—the best thing in my life now." He looked deep into her eyes and then raised both of her hands to his lips, placing a kiss on each of them in turn.

"You've made me the man I am today, Geum Jan Di, and I truly don't know where I would be without you…," and he paused before speaking the sincerest words of his heart, "Without you, I am nothing."

Ji Hoo released her hands, and Jan Di brought an arm up to her face. She wiped at the tears that had slipped free with her sleeve, and then she rested her hands in her lap.

"Do you recall the time in Macau when I told you that you led me to new experiences?"

Jan Di silently nodded.

"Well, you've led me to so many new experiences, but there is yet another that I'm hoping to have, and you're the one I want to share it with—the only one I ever want to have this experience with, in fact…," and Ji Hoo reached inside his shirt and pulled out a chain with a ring on it. Jan Di recognized the ring immediately—it as his Grandmother and Mother's ring, the one he'd offered her before.

Jan Di's eyes widened, and the hands that rested in her lap squeezed her knees.

Ji Hoo smiled up at Jan Di, as he presented the treasured ring once again. "I love you, Geum Jan Di. I love you so much, and I have for so long now. You give my life meaning and joy. In fact, because of you, I actually have a life that means something. And I can't imagine spending that life without you… I want nothing more than to love, honor, and protect you for the rest of my days… You have already brought my grandfather back into my life, and I already feel like you are a part of my family…but I want more than that. I want you to be my family and to make a family for me…" Ji Hoo took a deep breath. "So, Geum Jan Di-ssi, my beloved otter, will you marry me?"

***To Be Concluded***

A/N: Whew, thoughts? This chapter was kind of tough to write, particularly the flow, so I hope it turned out OK. And I'm not very good at the sensual stuff, so my apologies. Also, I don't know why, but it seems like this chapter has a different feel to it… I think next chapter will seem completely different from this one, too. But we'll see. I think Jan Di came out a little bit bold in this, but they have been together for awhile… Did you guys enjoy the little love fest at the end, or was it too sappy? Thanks for reading!

Next chapter is the last chapter! I feel both sad and relieved. Short Teaser: Wedding planning, bachelor(ette) parties, doubts, jealousy, paranoia, weddings, and more!