A/N: I'm sorry this took so long, but I was away in Thailand. I tried to work on this on the plane, but it turned out to be uncomfortable doing so. I did, however, decide to change my format on the plane, but that just added to my work, haha.

And so, this is it! This was my most difficult chapter to write to date; I toiled long and hard over this, so I hope it turned out alright!

WARNING: This chapter contains mature content, so if you are underage, or this material makes you uncomfortable in any way, please don't read or skip those parts! I am still skittish about writing M material, and I'm inexperienced at it, so hopefully you'll cut me some slack. Because of that, it's probably pretty tame (and not very good). I may have wimped out a little bit, but I am still putting the warning out there! At the very least, the chapter has its naughty moments. So, you've been forewarned. There will be some nice moments, too. I was going for sweet and sexy. Anyway, I hope no one is disappointed after all the build-up! I am absolutely HORRIBLE with lemon dialogue, by the way. I'll just put that out there now, haha. Oh, and there is some sappiness; I'll put a disclaimer on that, too. Sorry, I just can't help it sometimes…

Guest Reviews:

tinieka: I'm very glad you enjoyed, and thank you for your continued support. I'm happy you enjoyed Ming's role in last chapter. He's an entertaining character, and it just popped into my head to include him. Thank you for your very kind words, and I hope you are not disappointed in this ending. Thanks!

good reader: Regarding your review on LTLTNG, thank you for your continued interest, and I'm sorry it takes me longer to update these days. I'm busier and have more stories going, but I will continue to update as quickly as I can. I wonder if you saw the previous chapter to this story that I put out a month or so ago. FYI (for you and others), if you don't have Flames on story alert or me on author alert, you won't see that it has been updated unless you go to my page or filter for all ratings in the search. It won't show up in a regular search for BOF unless you filter for all ratings since it's rated M. So, I hope you saw the last chapter. If not, please go back and read that before this one. I guess this is a moot point now, anyway.

Also, I don't know if I've mentioned, but I have to respond to you this way because we can't respond directly to guest reviewers. You have to have an account and be signed in for us to respond. If that's something you want to do, just FYI, if you put a story alert on (follow) you will get an e-mail when that story is updated. If you put an author alert (follow) on you will get an e-mail any time that author posts a chapter or new story. Just in case you/anyone else didn't know!

Disclaimer: As always, I don't own the characters, though I wish I did, haha!

Note: Korean weddings are typically very fast and short. I dragged it out a little and threw in the after-party thing, as it seemed like something F4 might do.

Pyebaek (or paebaek): A traditional ceremony in South Korea held after the wedding. I made some variations on this, and various sources presented it differently, but I did my best to give a little glimpse into this tradition. I figure Ji Hoo (and F4) is pretty modern (with a mix of traditional maybe) but he would participate in these types of things for Jan Di and their families.

Sugar candy (aka bbopgi/ppopgi, dalgona, or honeycomb toffee): a Korean candy made with melted sugar and baking soda. It was a popular street snack in the 1970s and 1980s and is still eaten as a retro food. Eaters try to trim their way around the outline or picture on the snack without breaking the picture (definition from Wikipedia)

Jjan: Cheers! (when drinking, used among younger people and with friends and coworkers, not with elders)

*Also, I apologize for my use of American/English idioms here and there. I just don't happen to know the Korean equivalents to those phrases. I know some of you may not understand what I mean, but if you don't, you can always ask me.

Tried-and-true: shown to be effective or reliable in the past

FINAL WARNING: It's going to be unapologetically lovey-dovey, lemon-limey, and almost entirely JanHoo! If you don't like that, then it's OK not to read. You won't hurt my feelings!

And last but not least, thank you to akuryo for her input and feedback on my first feeble attempt at writing a lemon! It was invaluable!

So, here it goes...the lengthy ENDING! Thank you, everyone, for all your support!

Chapter Nine: Stay Here

Following the ceremony, there was a massively delicious dinner prepared by Master, which got rave reviews, even from Grandfather. And Jan Di was sure that her former boss could die happy now. Afterward, all but family and F3 left, and Jan Di and Ji Hoo participated in a version of the traditional pyebaek.

Jan Di's parents had insisted upon the ceremonial attire, and to Jan Di's great surprise, Ji Hoo agreed to it. It was a marvel seeing him come out of the dressing area wearing the traditional blue hanbok made of fine ramie cloth. She, herself, stepped out in a vivid red garment adorned with brightly colored patterns. They met up, exchanged a silent appreciation for each other, and joined their families.

When they entered the living room dressed in their traditional attire, Ji Hoo caught sight of F3 leaning against the far wall with their ladies. They kept solemn, almost respectful expressions on, and he assumed they had been threatened with bodily harm by their significant others if they laughed. But it was clear that his best friends were fighting back amusement, especially Jun Pyo, and Ji Hoo knew he was guaranteed to get crap about his attire later on. It didn't matter, though. He was entirely too happy to care right now.

The young couple made their way over to a low table that had been placed in the center of the room. Dried fruits and nuts were spread across the table, and there was also a bottle of wine with cups. Jan Di and Ji Hoo kneeled across from her parents and Harabeoji. In reverent silence, they bowed twice and poured the wine for their elders.

After the wine, the families offered their words of wisdom to the newlyweds. Harabeoji went first. His words were eloquent and wise, and Jan Di was unsure if it came from him or from some great thinker. She wished that she fully understood or had at least written the beautiful saying down. Perhaps she would ask Ji Hoo about it later.

It was an analogy about plants; she knew that much. She couldn't remember exactly what he said, but she got the point. He wanted Ji Hoo and her to blossom together… And there was something about one of them being the soil or the nutrients in the soil which nourishes the roots of the plant to make it grow…

Jan Di inwardly groaned at her terrible memory. It had been one of the major challenges in med school. Thank goodness she'd had Ji Hoo as her study buddy!

Harabeoji ended his speech by acknowledging and saying a prayer for his late son and daughter-in-law, who would've wanted to be there so badly, and he assured the group that they were looking down on all of them now.

The entire room reacted to this—some controlling their emotions better than others—but Jan Di's glance immediately went to her husband. Ji Hoo's eyes were dry, but she could tell by his face that it had affected him, so she slipped her hand into his beneath the table. He squeezed back and gave her a sincerely appreciative smile.

Next, Jan Di's father went. Though not as poetic, his words were certainly heartfelt. Unashamed, Geum Il-Bong blubbered a wish for great happiness, many blessings, and a large family for them. Jan Di felt her cheeks pinken at the latter part, and she lowered her head in a weak attempt at hiding her face.

Finally, Jan Di's mother ended things with a sharp decree about being nice to each other. And Jan Di couldn't help but notice her not-so-subtle glance, suggesting 'this means you, Geum Jan Di!' Softly, she sighed. Hadn't she gotten enough of motherly advice before the wedding?

Once everyone had said his or her piece, Jan Di's mother brought out a large white apron with floral patterns sewn in. Presenting it, Gong-Ju prompted her daughter to hold it out. And as the group cheered her on, Grandfather tossed dates and chestnuts at Jan Di, who attempted to catch them in the apron. Although not the traditional way, the old man was glad to participate, and he even invited Jan Di's parents to join in. After a couple of throws, Jan Di's brother and F3 somehow got involved, and chaos ensued…

Jan Di squealed as she was pelted with seemingly endless rounds of fruity and nutty ammunition. When the attacks got particularly brutal, Ji Hoo stepped in front of Jan Di to shield her, but he was bombarded, too. The loving husband wrapped his arms protectively around his wife, blocking her with his body and taking the hits. All the while, the Wonder Girl—being competitive like she was—still attempted to catch as many dates and chestnuts as she could, despite her wild attackers and her husband acting as a human shield.

Finally, Yoon Seok-Young bellowed out, "That's enough of this nonsense!" just as they ran out of projectiles.

And the room immediately got silent.

"This is supposed to be a serious thing," Grandfather further chastised, causing the entire group to hang their heads sheepishly and apologize profusely to the former president. Grandfather huffed and decided to forgive them, this time.

With order finally restored, Jan Di took stock of her haul while the others looked on curiously. Looking inside the apron, the Wonder Girl discovered a small cluster of goodies resting at the bottom. She was surprised she'd managed to catch any in the pandemonium, but there they were.

Ha Jae Kyung peered over her friend's shoulder, "Wau, Jan Di-ah! You're going to have FIVE children! Three girls and two boys!" she exclaimed. This conclusion was based on the number she'd caught—dates for girls and chestnuts for boys.

Jan Di's eyes widened. She cast a shy glance back at Ji Hoo, who merely grinned.

For the final ritual, Ji Hoo approached his wife and got down on one knee, his back turned to her. Glancing at his new bride over his shoulder, he tossed her a smile. "Hop on," he said.

Staring down at him, Jan Di poked out her cheeks in curiosity.

"It's tradition, remember?"

"Yes," she nodded, "But…are you sure?"

Ji Hoo smirked at her question. Why not? He thought. After all, they'd gone along with just about every other crazy wedding tradition, so why not this one, too?

"Yes, I'm sure. Or, would you prefer I carried you in my arms?" He repeated the words he'd said in Macau, eliciting a pearly smile from Jan Di.

"We can do it the traditional way," she grinned, and bending over, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Ji Hoo hoisted her fully onto his back. With a happy giggle, Jan Di clung to her husband's neck as he piggybacked her around the room. And everyone clapped and cheered.

When the couple passed by F3, they all had their camera phones ready. Ji Hoo shot his buddies a cautionary glance, but he couldn't be sure they heeded his warning. And he turned the final corner of the room with Jan Di on his back. By the end, she was enjoying the ride so much that he decided to take another lap with her. As the Golden Boy toted his gleeful bride around the living room a second time, he pondered the scenario. It was certainly not one he would have expected to find himself in, not in the past, anyway. And briefly, Ji Hoo wondered about how things might have been different if his parents had lived…

Some things would probably have remained the same…

He would have gone to Shinwha and probably would've befriended F3, as he did. He may or may not have gotten close to Min Seo Hyun. At the proper age, he would have taken over the Foundation. Perhaps he would have gone to medical school, but maybe not, as much of that was Jan Di's influence. Then he likely would have been introduced to a nice girl of similar social status, probably the daughter of a family friend. It all would have been fine, and he could have been content, he supposed. But he wouldn't have known any better. He wouldn't have had the experiences that Jan Di brought him or known what real love was.

But he didn't like to speculate too much on such things because the notion of not having Jan Di in his life now was somehow more frightening than the feelings of loneliness he experienced as a child… If not for her, he wouldn't be where he was today—and certainly not doing this. He would be a different man living in a different world. And then Ji Hoo smiled—because he wouldn't have it any other way…

Still, he wondered if his parents could've lived and he could've known Jan Di, too… Would they have ended up together in that alternate reality?

Dazed, Ji Hoo set Jan Di on her feet.

"Ji Hoo-ah, are you OK?" Jan Di asked when he didn't stand up right away.

"Oh… Yes, of course, Jan Di-ah," and he stood. Placing a hand on her arm, he looked down into her mahogany eyes. She still seemed concerned, so he gave her arm a stroke and smiled at her. She smiled back and then headed over to visit with the girls.

Watching her walk away, Ji Hoo went off in his head again. He imagined his parents not only accepting Jan Di but loving her, as Grandfather did. How could they not? Geum Jan Di had a way of captivating everyone she met—and changing them, for the better. Besides, his parents were kind people who wouldn't have cared about her humble beginnings—so very different from Jun Pyo's mother. They would have only cared about the fact that she made him happy.

Ji Hoo sighed.

Grandfather was right. They would have wanted to be here on this day… But as the elder Yoon had said, Ji Hoo had a feeling that they were watching… And that brought him comfort and joy.

When Ji Hoo returned from his thoughts, Jan Di's mother stood before him. He exchanged a bow with her, but Na Gong-Ju remained there, waiting expectantly. Finally, he realized what she wanted, so being the good sport—and son-in-law—that he was, he turned around and kneeled, allowing her to get on his back. Then he carried her around the room, as he had done with Jan Di. She was slightly heavier than her daughter, and she dug her heels into him but seeing Jan Di's appreciative smile made it all worthwhile.

Once Jan Di's family left, Woo Bin invited his friends to his club for a small after-party. Ji Hoo and Jan Di were eager to get their honeymoon started, but being the guests of honor, they felt obligated to make an appearance. Ji Hoo, especially, hoped to keep it short, for all he wanted right now was to be alone with his wife…

Each couple took separate vehicles there, allowing Ji Hoo the chance to steal a few brief romantic moments with Jan Di in the backseat of the car. But it wasn't even close to enough. And Jan Di wasn't making it any easier on him by changing into a short, black dress.

Still, he'd been patient this long, so he supposed he could make it a while longer…

Trying to hide his disappointment on arrival, Ji Hoo got out of the car and opened Jan Di's door for her. He extended his hand to help her out, and they walked into the club arm-in-arm. As soon as they stepped inside they were assailed by the sound of dance music blaring and the sight of brightly flashing lights illuminating the darkened space for split-seconds at a time. The exclusive hotspot—the same one the guys had gone to on the night of Jun Pyo's bachelor party—was alive with dancing, drinking, and general merriment.

Glancing around, Ji Hoo looked for the group, while Jan Di took in her environment. When the Golden Boy didn't see their friends right away, he squeezed Jan Di's hand and led her toward the back—where Woo Bin's private table was.

On the way there, they happened to run into the Don Juan, who quickly led them back to a table where the others were already seated with drinks. A waitress quickly came over to take their orders. Ji Hoo didn't want anything and Jan Di only asked for water, but that wasn't acceptable to their host, who ordered soju for them.

While the waitress went to fetch their drinks, Woo Bin insisted upon dancing with the bride.

Jan Di agreed, and Woo Bin snatched her hand and dragged her out to the dance floor. Thankfully, it was a slower song.

"So, it's nice to have you as part of the family officially now," Woo Bin grinned while holding her around the waist.

Jan Di smiled. "Thank you, Sunbae, for being so welcoming and for all that you've done."

"Of course! How boring would our lives be if not for our Geum Jan Di, the Wonder Girl?!" he chuckled.

"Aigoo, not that name again!" Jan Di exclaimed. They shared a laugh and continued their dance through the end of the song.

The slow songs were being spread out between a medley of techno, house music, and fast-paced pop songs, but another slow one happened to pop up right after Jan Di's dance with Woo Bin. And before she could leave the dance floor, Yi Jeong swooped in to ask for a dance.

The potter was quieter than the Don Juan during their dance, only smiling sweetly at her as they swayed back and forth and occasionally glancing back at their table—at Ga Eul, she assumed. They continued to dance, but midway through the song—to Jan Di's great surprise—Jun Pyo asked to cut in. The potter was fine with it, and he gave her a bright smile and congratulated her before eagerly returning to Ga Eul's side.

Silently dancing with her ex-boyfriend now, Jan Di mused on how she should be feeling about that. It seemed like the kind of situation that would be awkward, even after the passage of so much time. But it wasn't, not really. They had come so far since then, and she was really proud of the both of them.

And then she wondered if her mind should be flashing back to all of her memories with him. But that didn't happen either.

As Jun Pyo held her loosely around the waist, Jan Di stared down at his expensive, shiny black loafers. Maybe it was a little bit awkward…

Finally garnering her courage, she looked up at his face. Giving him a faintly uneasy smile, she asked, "How have you been, Gu Jun Pyo?"

He responded with a brief 'fine,' and they continued to dance.

Several seconds passed before Jun Pyo spoke up again. "You're happy…" It came out as a statement/question hybrid.

She answered immediately, "Yes, Gu Jun Pyo, I am."

Jan Di felt him pull her in a little closer. Looking out over her shoulder, the Shinwha heir replied, "Good."

"And you? Are you happy, too?" she asked.

Pulling back slightly, he looked into her eyes and nodded. Then her former love gave her a small smile, which she returned. And that seemed to be all that needed to be said... Without another word, they finished their dance, simply enjoying each other's company.

Ji Hoo had been waiting patiently for his wife to finish dancing with all his friends before asking her to dance himself. But when she ended her dance with Jun Pyo, a pop song came on and Jae Kyung and the other girls rushed out and latched onto her. Ji Hoo watched as her friends dragged her out to the middle of the floor for a group dance. He smiled at the sight of his wife doing her very best to move in sync with the crowd.

And when the next slow one came on, he grasped the opportunity.

After a fruitless attempt at keeping up with her friends, Jan Di turned around, and there Ji Hoo was, holding his hand out to her. In the moment, she was reminded of her first dance with him—on the Shinwha trip, at the party for Seo Hyun...

Smiling lovingly at her husband, she took his hand, and he led her to a more secluded area on the floor. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her close, and he raised her hand up to his shoulder level. Taking a step forward, he began leading her around the dance floor.

Thinking of that first dance, it had been like a dream come true for Jan Di. And here she was dancing with him again, not as a lovesick girl with a crush, but as his wife…

Even though it was a slower song, it didn't seem like the kind of music Ji Hoo would know how to dance to. He had a good sense of rhythm, though—unlike her—so he managed to move along well with the beat. For her part, she just let him guide her while doing her best to keep from stepping on his feet.

. . .

After ending their dance, Jan Di and Ji Hoo headed back to their table. Shots of soju awaited them, and Woo Bin led the group in a toast to the newlyweds. "Jjan!" they all shouted in unison as they clinked glasses together, and they quickly downed the strong liquor. Woo Bin immediately poured another round.

. . .

Jan Di planned to reserve the rest of her dances for her husband, all slow songs, of course, as she couldn't imagine convincing him to get out there for a fast one. She couldn't even picture Yoon Ji Hoo on the dance floor amongst the wild crowd, twisting, gyrating, and swinging his hips to the upbeat music. No way, wasn't going to happen, not even with a few drinks in him. When she tried to imagine, it was a pretty funny image, actually.

That type of dancing wasn't something Jan Di was fond of or experienced at, either. Unfortunately, after a few drinks, Woo Bin seemed to make it his mission to get everyone out there. He succeeded in convincing Yi Jeong and Ga Eul, and Jae Kyung was busy trying to talk Jun Pyo into joining her. The Song clan leader probably knew better than to ask Ji Hoo, so he turned to Jan Di. "Let's dance, Jan Di-ah; come on, let's go!" a tipsy Woo Bin pleaded, as he grasped onto her hand.

"Well, I, uh...," she stammered. And casting a helpless glance at her firefighter, she allowed herself to be dragged onto the dance floor by the Mafia Prince. Jan Di moved to the beat alongside Woo Bin as best she could, but he was far too advanced for her. And she was relieved when Ji Hoo came to rescue her. Asking to 'borrow' his wife, Ji Hoo led her back to the table. "Thanks for saving me," she said, as he rested a hand on the small of her back.

"You're welcome," he grinned, leading her back to safety. Ji Hoo pulled out a chair for her, and they both took seats across from one another at the small, round table.

All their friends were currently on the dance floor or at the bar, and even though they could barely hear each other, it was nice sharing a few moments alone. Jan Di laid her hand upon the table, and Ji Hoo placed his hand over hers. The touch of his fingers on hers brought a pleasantly electric sensation. He stroked her hand and then interlocked his fingers with hers. And they held hands until their friends returned.

A couple hours later, Ji Hoo and Jan Di were sharing another slow dance. This time, his arms were wrapped securely around her waist, and their cheeks were pressed together while he whispered sweet nothings into her ear. Jan Di sighed softly, hugging her husband tighter around the neck. When his hands traveled up and down the length of her back, she found herself growing more and more eager to be alone with him.

As if reading her thoughts—like he was so good at—Ji Hoo asked, "How much longer do you think we need to stay? Do you think anyone would miss us if we snuck out?"

Jan Di hadn't expected those words to come out of his mouth. Jerking back, she exclaimed, Ji Hoo-ah!" in disbelief, and she playful whacked his chest.

Grinning impishly, he drew her near again. "I know it may seem rude, but I want to be alone with my wife," he whispered.

Jan Di's entire body trembled at the feel of his lips brushing against her ear and the sensual tone of his voice. Biting down on her lower lip, she summoned the courage to say, "I want to be alone with you, too…"

Having gotten her consensus, Ji Hoo glanced around the room, sizing up the situation. Jae Kyung and Jun Pyo were already arguing. Yi Jeong and Ga Eul were dancing and likely oblivious to everyone and everything around them. And Woo Bin and his girlfriend were nowhere to be seen—probably off in some corner making out, Ji Hoo assumed.

Speaking of which, the mere thought of all he and Jan Di could be doing in a more private setting was quickly arousing him…

He digressed and took another quick survey of the room. They had been there for a while—and had certainly done their duty. Not to mention, everyone seemed preoccupied. Even the host of this little shindig was nowhere to be found, so surely, they could leave. But he assumed that Jan Di would want to say goodbye first, especially since they would be gone for almost two weeks.

Before he could suggest it, though, Jan Di slipped out of his arms and caught him by the hand. "Let's go!" she insisted.

Ji Hoo could have been knocked over with a feather. "What?" He smirked, "Really?"

Jan Di lowered her voice as if trying to be a spy, "Yes… We've spent plenty of time with them… Now, hurry," she hissed, "before someone sees us!" and clutching his hand, she tugged him toward the back exit.

A satisfied smile crossed Ji Hoo's lips as Jan Di pulled him off the dance floor. He found it simultaneously cute and sexy, the way her head snapped from side to side as she tried to stealthily sneak them out.

. . .

But all of a sudden, Jan Di stopped, her eyes darting back and forth as if she didn't know where to go next. Still clutching his hand, she looked all around. Ji Hoo simply waited for her to devise the next part of her plan.

"The back door!" she suggested, pointing with one hand and yanking with the other.

Smiling to himself, Ji Hoo went along willingly. Exciting as the scenario was, it was amusing, too—the idea of them sneaking out into a back alley just so they could start their honeymoon sooner. But then again, their friends were no ordinary friends… In fact, Ji Hoo had purposely left out the details of their honeymoon destination, just on the off-chance that the group might decide to show up.

The couple turned a corner and headed down a long, dark corridor toward the back exit. Once out of sight, Ji Hoo resisted Jan Di's tug. Abruptly, she spun around to face him, but before she could ask what was wrong, he pulled her in and kissed her hard. Something about the whole scenario was enticing, and he just couldn't resist in the moment.

When he broke the kiss, she stared at him with wide, doe eyes. And then the corners of her mouth twitched. "That was…," she began but didn't finish her sentence. Instead, she tensed up as if alerted to some great danger. Grasping his hand again, she urged, "Come on!" And they were off again.

Jan Di continued leading her husband through the corridor, and they picked up the pace once the exit sign was in view. But there was a small problem with their plan… Inevitably, their path was blocked, and they came to a halt when they realized they weren't alone in that hallway...

A few minutes earlier…

Several drinks in and a few dances later, Woo Bin snatched his girlfriend's hand, leading her off the floor. Coyly, Yulina demanded to know where he was taking her, and she pretended to resist. He didn't answer but instead flashed her a charming smile, immediately convincing her to give up the charade and go along willingly.

They made their way down a darkened back corridor, stopping once they reached what seemed like a good enough spot. Without a word, they crashed into one another, eagerly kissing and caressing. But mere seconds later, Yulina stopped. Placing a hand flat against his chest, her face turned serious, and she told him she had a confession to make.

The Don Juan stared into her deep blue eyes. "What is it?" he asked, clueless about what she was going to say.

The dark, curly-haired woman enjoyed teasing him far too much, so she dragged it out. With a sigh, Woo Bin demanded, "Come on, Yuli…"

And finally, she admitted, "I knew who you were all along…"

Woo Bin quirked a brow.

"That first night, here at the club… I only pretended not to know," she said, tossing her long hair back over her shoulder.

"Really?" he raised his brow fully.

The foreign beauty nodded, "Yes. I'm sorry for my little deception, but I saw it as a fortuitous accident running into you. I just couldn't pass up the opportunity."

The Mafia Prince looked at her curiously. "What do you mean? Opportunity?"

"…An opportunity to get to know the real you, away from our families and outside of pre-arranged meetings."

It made sense to Woo bin, yet he pretended to be appalled. She was fun to tease, too, after all.

But he could never hold out long with her. Those sparkling eyes and full, kissable lips always dragged the truth out of him eventually. That or his face gave him away. "And what did you think of the real me?" he asked seriously.

"I think you know the answer to that," she said, leaning into him.

Woo Bin smirked. "Well, I must admit that I was surprised to find out who you were."

"And was it a good or bad surprise?"

"I think you know the answer to that," he retorted.

"Touché!" She gave a little laugh. "Well, aside from your poor attempt at flirting, I really liked you…"

"Poor?!" This time Woo Bin was truly appalled. She was actually accusing him—F4's Don Juan—of being bad at flirting?! It was one of the things he did best!

Yulina giggled in response. "Well, not poor exactly. It was…cute."

The Don Juan's jaw dropped, "Cute?" Possibly, that was even worse…

He seemed hurt by her words, so she wrapped her arms around his neck and stared into his chocolate eyes. "But I must say that after getting to know you a bit I felt some relief…"

"Relief?" Leaning back against the wall, he gazed into the depths of her baby blues as she went on to explain, "I was relieved that I would be marrying someone I could tolerate."

"So, you only tolerate me?" Woo Bin playfully grinned, knowing she didn't mean that exactly. Still, he wanted to hear her say it.

Yulina gave him a sudden shove, slamming his back against the wall. "Well, it's a little more than that…"

Her tone was sensuous, and she was so close now that his lips were practically touching hers. It was torture being so close and not take those lips. He did like it when she made the first move, though, so he waited…

The Mafia Prince didn't have to wait long before her lips were on his. The effect of Yulina's kiss was like partying all night, exhausting and exhilarating. It took a lot out of you but also left you eager for the next one. She was so good at that sort of thing.

Breaking apart breathless from the passionate kiss, "I think this is the first time in my life I have something to thank my father for…," Woo Bin panted.

Yulina laughed and kissed him again—a shorter one this time. "Well, I think it's safe to say we're attracted to each other," she quipped after parting from him. "That's important in a marriage. Now, let's just hope we don't fight…"

Woo Bin grinned playfully as he took her in his arms.

Strangely, she started out as an obligation, but he got lucky… She wasn't at all the type of person he imagined his father picking, and even though something still seemed off about it, he wasn't going to complain. It could certainly be worse…

Returning to the moment, Prince Song spun his girlfriend around. Pinning her against the wall, he captured her cherry red satin lips.

The Present…

As Ji Hoo expected, Woo Bin and his new girlfriend—no, fiancée—had snuck off together. Presently, the Mafia Prince and Princess were just ahead of them and involved in a rather heated make-out session. The exit was in clear sight; they had been so close to escaping… Ji Hoo let out a frustrated sigh, and Jan Di turned to look at him, shrugging. "Now what?" she asked.

Pondering their course of action, the Golden Boy observed the couple blocking their path. They seemed so absorbed in one another that he wondered if they would even notice if he and Jan Di tried to sneak by.

There was nothing left to do but risk it. So, he exchanged a daring look with Jan Di, clutched her hand, and they made their way forward. But just as the Golden Boy and Wonder Girl crept by, the Mafia Prince and Princess broke for air, and the two couples came face to face…

Busted, Ji Hoo thought.

They stood there staring at one another for 20 seconds or so before Jan Di spoke. "Woo Bin Sunbae… Yuli Unnie…," she muttered sheepishly, digging her foot into the floor.

The foreign dignitary's daughter placed her hands upon her strong, slender hips. She didn't seem at all embarrassed at being caught in such a state, but rather she teased her new friends. "Well, where were you two going?" She raised a suggestive brow.

"We were just—" Ji Hoo began coolly, but Jan Di cut him off.

"We were going outside to…to…check something!" she blurted out, dropping his hand as if that would make her excuse more believable.

Ji Hoo smiled to himself and stuffed his hands into his pockets. Clearly, his wife did not work well under pressure. In fact, she was so bad at lying that it was almost a disease. Not that dishonesty was a quality he wanted in a partner…

"Check what?" Woo Bin smirked. But he knew. They both knew. They were no fools.

"Um, uhh, um…," Jan Di stammered. She was like a helpless kitten hanging from a tree branch, and Ji Hoo felt he should jump in and save her. But before he could say anything, the mischievous duo exchanged a look and simultaneously burst out laughing.

Jan Di and Ji Hoo stared blankly at the pair.

Still chuckling, Woo Bin stepped aside and held out his hand, presenting the exit to them. "Go on, you crazy kids… Get out of here, and enjoy your honeymoon!"

The newlyweds thanked them and said goodbye, asking Woo Bin and Yulina to make their apologies and tell everyone else goodbye for them, too. They agreed, and Ji Hoo and Jan Di headed through the door. On the way out, Jan Di caught sight of a gesture Woo Bin made at Ji Hoo. She didn't really understand it but assumed it was something dirty, especially since Yulina laughed and shoved her boyfriend right after. The Wonder Girl shook her head, deciding it best to ignore it completely.

Later that Night…

The plan was to spend the night in Seoul, and then Ji Hoo and Jan Di would catch their plane to Hawaii the following evening. It was going to be somewhat of a whirlwind honeymoon, for they were visiting three islands—Maui, Oahu and Kauai—in only 12 days. But due to work, it couldn't be helped.

Still, Ji Hoo wanted to show Jan Di the best of what the American island paradise had to offer. He had it all planned out: a helicopter ride over Molokai; a luau at Paradise Cove; watching the sunrise atop Haleakala; dolphin watching and snorkeling—under his careful supervision, due to her injury, of course—as well as, a drive along the Road to Hana; a visit to Wailua Falls and Waimea Canyon; horseback riding, and a sunset dinner cruise. It was a lot to fit in, but they were all must-dos that he wanted her to experience.

Ji Hoo had arranged for them to begin their stay at the romantic Banyan Cove villa on the beautiful island of Maui. Sure, when Jan Di saw the place he'd rented out she would complain that it was too expensive, but he knew she would love it, regardless. He'd chosen the luxurious oceanfront villa over a hotel for its beauty and proximity to the beach, but most of all, for its privacy.

For tonight, the newlyweds were staying at the finest and largest of the Shinwha hotels, which Jun Pyo had generously bestowed upon them as a wedding gift…

After escaping the club, the newly married couple was taken to the hotel by Ji Hoo's personal driver, and upon arrival, they were shown to the presidential suite. The incredibly cordial bellhop opened the door for them and took their bags inside. Ji Hoo bowed and thanked him, politely turning down the personal butler service that was offered with the room.

Jan Di began to head inside, but Ji Hoo suddenly captured her wrist, preventing her from entering. "Wait!" His soft fingers curled gently, yet insistently around the tiny bones there.

"What is it?" she asked in concern.

Her husband responded with that smile that simultaneously alleviated her fears and made her go weak in the knees. Then he reminded her that she was his wife now, and it wouldn't do for her to just walk into the honeymoon suite…

Jan Di stared at him. Finally getting his meaning, the corners of her lips curled up. "What did you have in mind?"

"Well, again, you have two choices…," he grinned, "You can get on my back, or I could carry you in my arms."

Chewing on her bottom lip thoughtfully, the Wonder Girl blurted out, "Umm, you pick!" in a jovial manner.

Ji Hoo laughed, finding it funny that they were lingering outside their suite, trying to decide the best way to go in. A pensive look crossed his face, and right away, he decided. Seconds later, Jan Di's feet were touching air, as Ji Hoo effortlessly scooped her up in his arms. Instinctively, her hands perched on his neck for balance.

Her feet dangling, the raven-haired girl stared into those warm, beautiful eyes that she had long ago fallen in love with. And Ji Hoo pecked her lips softly. Unable to stop the rapidly forming smile, she wrapped her arms tighter around his neck and rested her head on his broad chest like a pillow. Nestling in, she enjoyed the warmth and the scent of him. To Jan Di, Ji Hoo had always smelled like a crisp spring morning after the rain. He wore just a hint of aftershave—a light, manly fragrance that she had since learned was 'Aqua di Gio' by Armani.

Snuggling closer, she allowed him to carry her bridal-style into their suite.

When Ji Hoo stepped inside with her in his arms, Jan Di's jaw dropped. She had never seen such an amazing room! It was decorated in an early French style, with two massive chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and lavish draperies lining the floor to ceiling windows. The place was elegantly furnished in a way somehow befitting Ji Hoo. There was even a grand piano! It looked more like a palace than a hotel room, and Jan Di felt like a queen.

"It's very nice, Ji Hoo-ah," she said—an understatement. His resulting smile made her feel as warm and gooey as melted chocolate.

"I'm glad it's to your liking," he replied, setting her on her feet. Jan Di cast her disappointment over leaving his arms aside and smiled at him. And then she focused on exploring the suite.

. . .

Wandering through the living room area together, they passed an end table where Jan Di noticed a large floral arrangement with at least two dozen red roses. Upon closer inspection, there was a card sticking out. She picked it up and read. Gleefully, she called out to Ji Hoo, "They're from Jun Pyo and Jae Kyung!"

Jan Di immediately assumed the flowers were all her unnie's doing, but then she noticed Jun Pyo's handwriting. He always managed to surprise her. "You know, that guy really does have a soft side to him," she inadvertently muttered, handing the card off to her husband.

Ji Hoo chuckled from beside her. "Yes, but don't ever say that to him," he replied as he took the white, rectangular piece of cardboard. Jan Di giggled at his comment—and the image of Jun Pyo having his sentimentality so blatantly pointed out to him.

Ji Hoo read the card and tucked it safely back in its floral home. Then, he meandered over to the large, white grand piano that had caught his eye. He tickled the keys, playing the first few notes of a particular melody she knew and loved. And their eyes met. She tossed him a loving smile before her attention was stolen by a set of opened double doors. Giving in to curiosity, she stepped through the doorway as if through a magical wardrobe…

Venturing alone into the strange new land—that she soon discovered was a bedroom—Jan Di noticed a massive king-sized bed. She wandered over for a closer look. Red rose petals were scattered across the fine white linen, forming a heart shape. Standing over it, she smiled down at the romantic display. And then she glanced across the room.

Against the far wall, near the window was a jacuzzi tub lined with candles and rose petals. Jan Di decided to check it out next. On the side of the circular tub was an assortment of bath salts and essential oils, as well as floral additions—white and purple plumeria, orchids, and red roses. Beside the bath was a small table with a bucket atop it, and inside the bucket, a bottle of champagne was chilling. A bottle opener and two champagne flutes had been placed next to the bucket, as well as a tray of chocolate-covered strawberries. The Wonder Girl was eager to pop one of the luscious fruits into her mouth, but she decided to wait.

Everything was perfect, and it reminded her of their night in New York City…

Like then, the romantic atmosphere was unmistakable, and even if she wasn't as crazy in love as she was, she might succumb to the charms of the room and the night—not to mention the ever so gorgeous man in the next room...

But unlike the last time, there was no reason for stopping what was bound to happen. It was both exciting and nerve-wracking, and the raven-haired girl found herself wondering how it would go...

How would it even begin? Would they gradually lead up to it, slowly undressing one another, perhaps? Would they take advantage of one of the many mood-setting amenities in the room? Or, would they simply be swept away in the heat of passion?

Every other time they had been intimate, it was more like the latter. It had just…happened. So, why did this feel so different? Maybe because it was different. They were married now; there was no longer any excuse for holding back. And sex was expected on the wedding night, wasn't it? Maybe that was why she was feeling so uneasy…

But it wasn't like she didn't want it to happen, or hadn't thought about it plenty of times… In fact, she'd imagined making love with Ji Hoo more than a dozen times, in various scenarios; although, her knowledge on the subject was rather limited. Only now, her mind was throwing up all these nasty roadblocks—the worst one being that she would somehow let him down.

Briefly, Jan Di wondered if her divine husband was obsessing like she was. Probably not, she answered her own question. After all, he didn't freak out over things like she did…

With a sigh, Jan Di scanned the room, her eyes finally settling on the bed. Biting down on her nail, she let her mind wander…

So preoccupied was Jan Di with her thoughts that she didn't even notice her nimble husband slinking up behind her. And she jumped when she felt his arms encircle her waist from behind.

Honestly, the man could be a paid assassin! She thought as her heart thundered in her chest.

Ji Hoo kept a firm but gentle hold on his jittery bride, preventing her from getting very far. "What's the matter, my otter?" he asked, in a sensual whisper.

"N-nothing," she stammered, as he drew her closer.

The Golden Boy smiled against her dark, silky hair. "It's just me. Did you think it was someone else?" he teased.

"No," Jan Di grumbled.

"Don't be nervous," he breathed while hugging her around the waist and nuzzling her neck.

"I'm not," she quickly denied. But truth be told, his touch was wreaking havoc on her right now—and nervousness was only one of the many emotions she was feeling…

Ji Hoo wasn't fooled for a second by his wife's claim to not be nervous. For one, Geum Jan Di had never been very good at lying, and two, she'd gone stiff as a poker in his arms. But that was fine by him. Jan Di could keep her pride, and he would simply take things slow with her until she felt comfortable. So, he placed two precise kisses on her shoulder and released her.

Once freed, Jan Di turned around to face her husband. Looking into his eyes, she prepared to say or do something—anything. She opened her mouth to speak but quickly realized she had absolutely nothing to say, so she shut it. After taking a deep breath, she decided to try again. But then Ji Hoo gave her a flirtatious glance up and down, and she lost her train of thought. She stared blankly at him for a few seconds and tried to smile, but it came out plain awkward. By contrast, the smile he gave her was luminous and irresistible.

. . .

Just when she managed to build up her courage, Ji Hoo placed a hand on her shoulder—a decidedly friendly touch—and then he walked away. Oddly relieved, Jan Di heaved a sigh when his back was turned.

Why am I behaving this way? She wondered. How long had she dreamed of this, anyway? She was quite certain there was something very wrong with her.

Meanwhile, her husband headed over to the table by the jacuzzi tub. Jan Di watched him smoothly stroll over there; it was like poetry in motion. The view was nice, too… He was still dressed in his wedding attire, except he'd removed the jacket. And the ginger-haired man was radiant in almost pure white—white button-up shirt, silver vest, and tight white dress pants. Well, they weren't tight, exactly, but they did accentuate his lower half quite nicely.

So appealing was the sight before her that Jan Di sighed aloud. Immediately, she felt ashamed of herself, and she was thankful he hadn't heard her romance novel-worthy sigh. Squeezing her eyes shut, the Wonder Girl fought for control over her surging hormones.

Deciding to do something with herself, rather than stand there looking like a babo, Jan Di went to unpack—only to recall that there wasn't much to unpack. She'd always been a light packer, mainly because she didn't own much, but also because it was more practical. Not to mention, they would only be here for one night. But she needed to occupy herself, so she unzipped the pink roller bag that she'd had forever and rummaged through it. She took out the few items that might come in handy tonight—a couple toiletries, a robe, a pair of fuzzy slippers. And then…she came across the special sleepwear she'd bought for the sole purpose of impressing him…

Jan Di stared down the black, satin baby doll. It had been one of the more conservative items for sale in the store, but sexy nonetheless. And her cheeks warmed at the thought of wearing it for him. Shyly, she shot a glance in his direction, lowering the lid of the suitcase perchance he could see inside. But Ji Hoo still had his back turned to her and seemed preoccupied with the items on the table.

She paused to observe him.

Simply watching from afar made Jan Di's heart rate speed up exponentially. To calm herself, she decided to make idle chitchat with him. Nonchalantly, she asked about the flight details for tomorrow and about how his English review was progressing. Glancing back at her over his shoulder, Ji Hoo gave a prompt response to every question. Then, he casually picked up the champagne bottle, inspecting it.

Why does he seem so put-together, while I'm a wreck inside? She wondered.

Turning to face her, with the emerald green bottle in hand, he asked, "Would you like a drink?"

"Yes, please!" Jan Di overeagerly replied, and she bit down on her lip to subdue any further outbursts of enthusiasm. It wasn't like she was much of a drinker, after all, but maybe it would relax her.

Smiling to himself, the Golden Boy peeled away the foil layer and removed the wire cage with an expert hand. Then, he lay a towel over the bottleneck and cork. Jan Di watched in awe as he gracefully popped the cork without excess noise or sending it flying.

Everything he does is cool, she marveled. In fact, she wouldn't have been surprised if the cork had shot out, ricocheted off the chandelier, and landed right in the palm of his hand.

After opening the bottle, Ji Hoo set the towel aside and poured a glass for each of them. Then he elegantly strode over to her, bringing both glasses along.

"So, did you do all this?" Jan Di asked, motioning around her.

"No, not this time. It must have been arranged by Jun Pyo."

She smiled. "That was so nice of him."

With a nod, Ji Hoo handed her the flute. Jan Di locked eyes with the man before her as she took hold of the delicate crystal glass, lightly squeezing the stem between her fist. Wordlessly, they clinked glasses together and drank…

Ji Hoo took short, dignified sips, and she watched the alcohol practically glide down his throat. She, on the other hand, downed the entire glass in two large unrefined gulps.

"How was it?" he asked once she'd finished.

"Hmm? Oh! It was good!" Jan Di blurted out. And then he moved closer…

Her head faintly spinning—from love and the quick intake of alcohol—she went into a daze. Glassy-eyed, she stared at him, and as if through a portal, she traveled back to the very first moment she saw him…

Her first day at Shinwha...

Searching for the pool, but instead, finding the most beautiful boy she had ever seen playing his violin on the outskirts of campus…

The moment was forever burned into her memory.

Strangely enough, Jan Di had never really noticed boys before that. She supposed it was because she'd always been more concerned with keeping her family alive and healthy while working, muddling her way through school, and occasionally fighting against injustice. There were always much more important things to occupy her mind, certainly no time for silly things like boys and crushes…

But that notion went straight out the window the second she laid eyes on Yoon Ji Hoo. And ever since then, at least until she began dating Gu Jun Pyo, she fantasized daily about the mysterious, exquisite Golden Boy…

At first, it was a pattern of naïve dreams and daydreams involving her prince rescuing her from her mundane and, at times, difficult life. He would carry her off to some make-believe castle where they would live happily ever after...

Such thoughts were comforting and pleasant and had gotten her through many a tough day in the past. But real life wasn't like that, and Geum Jan Di knew it. In fact, she had long ago given up on such ideals. Or, so she thought…

It was true that she had imagined being married to Yoon Ji Hoo countless times, but it wasn't about his wealth or status—like it was for most of his adoring fans. For Jan Di, it was about someone taking care of her for a change. It was about someone showering her with affection and kindness, someone being there for her when she needed it. And that was exactly what Yoon Ji Hoo had been for her from the start. It may have been his looks and musical talent that first captivated her, but it was his heart that made her fall in love with him…

Ji Hoo Sunbae had been there for her in ways he didn't even know, even when he wasn't physically around. And finally, she realized that he actually was the dream prince she had been looking for all along, the one she was sure didn't exist…

When Jan Di returned to the present, Ji Hoo was studying her. "Is everything alright?" he asked.

The Wonder Girl smiled at the reminder that her sunbae was still watching out for her, and she felt her anxiety thaw like a frozen lake in spring. After all, this was her soulmate, her firefighter, and the man of her dreams all rolled into one perfect package. This was the one man she knew would never hurt her, would always protect her, and would love her with his entire heart.

"Yes, perfect," she spoke sincerely.

Ji Hoo sighed. "That's a relief," he said, taking away her glass. He carried their empty glasses over to the table and set them down. "Would you like more champagne?" he asked, looking back.

Jan Di gave a quick shake of the head, "No, thank you."

"Something to eat, then?" He presented the tray of strawberries.

"No, I'm not hungry." It was one of the few times she could honestly say that.

The Golden Boy was surprised by this. He put the tray down and stared at her silently from across the room. "You are so beautiful, Jan Di-ah…," he finally uttered.

And Jan Di glanced down at her attire. She didn't feel beautiful…

Earlier, in her wedding dress, perhaps she might have been some approximation of the word, or at least closer than she'd ever been before… But only because of the beautiful gown—and certainly not now. Right now, she was wearing a casual black dress with cherry blossoms on it, nothing special.

Casting her eyes to the side, she shyly mumbled, "Gomawo."

Ji Hoo gazed lovingly at his wife. "And your wedding dress was…wow…" He had no better word to convey it, but his comment seemed to please her, for Jan Di broke out into a wide grin. "Oh, I'm really glad you liked it! I won it," she proudly informed him.

The Golden Boy smiled, "That's great."

Slowly, he began making his way over to her as if she was a wild horse that might be spooked at any moment. "Well, it was beautiful, and you looked amazing."

"Gomawo. You too."

Ji Hoo continued to move closer, his longing building and building with each step he took toward his new bride. So near, yet so far… He wanted to touch her so badly that it ached, and he desperately hoped they'd exhausted all stalling tactics. Determinedly, he closed the remaining distance between them.

Standing before her, the auburn-haired man placed both hands upon her upper arms. "Jan Di-ah," he spoke in a low, husky tone. Maintaining eye contact the entire time, he slid his hands up to her shoulders. Purposely, his fingers traveled up her neck and settled upon her cheeks. He cupped her face tenderly and said her name again in a voice laced with desire, "Jan Di-ah…"

In rapt attention, she stared at him. And then she felt his fingertips lightly tracing the line of her jaw. His touch was so soft, so gentle that her heart started beating faster and faster…

"I love you," he whispered.

Her chest rising and falling heavily, she answered, "I love you, too."

The corners of Ji Hoo's lips twitched, and he leaned in, allowing his lips to barely part.

And Jan Di froze. Is this it? Is this how it will begin?

She watched him coming closer and closer as if in slow motion, his hands now resting at the base of her neck. Moistening her lips in preparation, Jan Di's eyes fluttered shut.

. . .

Waiting for his lips to reach hers felt like a lifetime, and the Wonder Girl was suddenly very aware of her body: warm all over and trembling with anticipation; her legs felt like jelly, and her knees threatened to buckle. It was amazing how the slightest touch from him had such power over her…

But at the worst possible moment, she recalled something. And her eyes snapped open.

His brow furrowing, Ji Hoo stopped less than an inch from her lips. "What's wrong?"

Pulling away from him, "Umm, nothing. I'll...be right back," she stammered. "I just…need to do something first!" she called back as she rushed to get her suitcase.

Ji Hoo sighed as he watched his wife take off and head over to where her suitcase lay. He took a deep breath, reminding himself again that there was no rush—they had the rest of their lives, after all. But then an annoying little thought popped into his head. And before he knew it, the words were spilling out, "Just so long as you aren't running away from me…"

Shocked by his remark, Jan Di spun around to look at him.

He couldn't believe he'd said it either. How stupid! Maybe he could laugh it off as a joke, but her face demanded an explanation. She almost looked hurt, and that brought him endless guilt…

"Why in the world would I do that?" she asked.

Raising a hand to his forehead, Ji Hoo massaged his temple in frustration—mostly at himself. "Well, you did once before. Do you remember? When you went to the island."

He knew he was bringing this up at the worst possible time, but it was something he'd always wondered about, and after bringing it up, he might as well follow through…

"Oh, that…" Jan Di chewed on her bottom lip and looked guiltily away. "Well, I wasn't running away from you exactly. I was—"

"Running from…Jun Pyo, right?" he finished for her.

"Sort of…," and suddenly her demeanor did a 180. "Ya!" she slapped her hands against her side. "Why are we talking about this on our wedding night, anyway?"

"I'm sorry, Jan Di-ah," he said, slowly approaching her once again, "but I never fully understood what happened. Why did you just leave without talking to me about it? You could have told me that something was wrong. I could have helped. I could've taken care of it for you."

He was clearly babbling, but it had hurt him so badly when she left. For weeks, nothing… He was heartsick over not knowing if she was hurt or in trouble… He was missing her like crazy every second… It was pure hell. But the worst part of it was that she didn't even say a word; she didn't come to him. She just left. He could never understand how she could just bid him goodbye forever, just like that, through a note! Hadn't he meant more to her than that?!

Hugging herself tightly, Jan Di avoided eye contact with her inquisitive husband. She wished he'd just let it go, but that wasn't likely. Jan Di could feel Ji Hoo's eyes boring into her, and she knew she was a goner. He wasn't letting it go. So, with a heavy sigh, she gave in. "I couldn't. …Talk to you about it."

Her words left a familiar ache in the Golden Boy's chest as if he was reliving the pain. Staring at her, he waited for her to offer a reason.

Anticipating his question of 'why' she told him. "…I couldn't tell you because you…would have tried to stop me, and I…I had to go."

Ji Hoo tightened his jaw. "Why did you have to go?"

Again, Jan Di tried to be evasive, but he kept staring her down until she cracked. "…Because I promised her that I would!" she finally blurted out in frustration.

"Her? You mean…Madam Kang?" The sound of her name left a terrible taste in Ji Hoo's mouth; he hated to even speak it.

Eyes lowered, Jan Di nodded.

I knew it! That horrible woman was responsible for the whole damn thing!

Ji Hoo had suspected that the former Chairwoman had something to do with it, but he didn't know all the details. "Why would you make such a promise?" he asked calmly, but in a sudden surge of protectiveness for her, he raised his voice. "What did she do? The Witch blackmailed you and forced you to leave, didn't she?!"

Jan Di met her husband's eyes. "She didn't force me…," she spoke softly in hope of calming him down. "It was my idea to go."

It was like an unexpected wave crashing into him, and it stung. "What? But…why would you do that, Jan Di-ah?"

Jan Di shook her head. She really didn't want to get into it, and she hadn't told him for a reason. You're really not letting this go, are you?

Grasping her by the upper arms, he demanded, "Why, Jan Di-ah?"

"Just let it go, Ji Hoo."

"No."

Fine… Jan Di released a sharp exhale, "Well," and she did her best not to look at him as she went on, "I did it because…she was going after Ga Eul's family and Harabeoji…and you. She forced Ga Eul's father out of his job, and she was trying to take over the Foundation. Harabeoji was so upset that he ended up in the hospital! So, I went to her, and we…made a deal…" Jan Di squeezed her eyes shut, recalling the painful memories. "…I promised her that I would leave Jun Pyo and go somewhere he would never find me, and in exchange, she would leave everyone alone…"

Ji Hoo's face turned red, nearly matching the color of his hair. Dropping his hands from her arms, he balled them into fists, convinced that he had never been so pissed off. It didn't matter that it was all in the past.

So, it was blackmail! Why was he not a bit surprised? What did surprise him, though, was the role he played in all of it…

Spinning around, he took a brief power walk to calm himself down, and then he turned back to her. "Jan Di-ah… That's why you left Jun Pyo?" he asked more gently.

She nodded.

"Jan Di-ah…"

She couldn't even look at him. "I hoped you'd never find out…"

Ji Hoo ran his fingers roughly through his tawny hair. Not knowing what else to say, he reiterated, "You…should have told me. I could have done something. You didn't need to leave."

"No, I did," she responded, clenching her fists. "I needed to take care of it on my own…" How was she to make him understand?! Didn't he know her at all?!

The Golden Boy scoffed. Stubborn girl!

"Don't you get it, Ji Hoo? I just couldn't stand it any longer," she muttered, practically in tears, "seeing her hurt the people I loved… It was too much! I just wanted her to leave all of you alone, once and for all!"

"Jan Di-ah…"

Dropping her head, she stood there, shoulders hunched and lightly trembling.

"Oh, Jan Di-ah…" Immediately, he went to her, embracing her in a bear-hug. She covered her face with her hand and buried her head in his chest.

"Shh, it's OK," he kissed the top of her head. "I'm sorry," he kissed her head again. "I understand. I do."

Ji Hoo did understand—a little too well… And as he held her, his eyes darted back and forth, processing this new information…

After composing herself, Jan Di pulled back and looked up at him. "Ji Hoo-ah…," she tentatively began. Reaching to touch his face, she asked, "Are you upset with me?"

He caught her hand in his. "With you, never," he replied, shaking his head and squeezing her hand. "You were doing it for Harabeoji and your friend and...me. How could I possibly be upset with you?"

She gave a little shrug, and Ji Hoo grew silent as he pieced the rest of the puzzle together. His face went white as a sheet when an agonizing revelation came to him.

"It was all my fault…," he mindlessly blurted out.

"What?"

"It was all because of me."

"What are you talking about, Ji Hoo? No, it wasn't. Don't think like that. I told you it was my idea."

"No, the whole thing. All of it. It was all because of me…"

Jan Di stared at him, dumbfounded by his grandiose statement of blame.

Ji Hoo knew he wasn't making any sense to her right now, but he just couldn't believe how things had transpired… And suddenly, he felt the weight of a hefty burden bearing down on him. He turned away from her in shame, as it all rushed back to him in a stampede…

When Jan Di left, he was in shock. That couldn't be it. That couldn't be the end; he couldn't just never see her again. So, after failing to find her himself, he put Yi Jeong and Woo Bin on the case, but they couldn't track her down either. And Ji Hoo was miserable, so miserable he barely even wanted to go on… Maybe it was pathetic, but it was like he had nothing to live for. He only bothered to try for his grandfather's sake—and to fulfill his parents' wishes. That became his sole purpose for existence. At least he had one...

When he finally found her, words couldn't express his relief and his happiness. All he could think about was going to her. He had to go and bring her back! And if she wouldn't come, then perhaps he would stay there, too. Wherever she was, he didn't care, so long as he was with her. Their time apart had proven one thing to him—that he needed her by his side, even if just as a friend. After all, how could he possibly go through life not knowing where she was, or what had happened to her, or if she was safe? All he knew, then and now, was that he couldn't possibly live without her…

He told Jun Pyo about it, and he stubbornly refused to go. Of course. So, he went to her alone—or so he thought at the time.

Seeing the face of the woman he loved on that island was a poultice for Ji Hoo's broken heart, but it didn't heal it. And their reunion was bittersweet. He was so emotional that he ended up, in a last-ditch effort, confessing to her and offering her his grandmother's ring.

But she didn't want him… She couldn't let go of Jun Pyo…

In his heart, he had known it to be a lost cause, but still, he had to try. Or, he would regret it forever. And as painful as her inevitable rejection was, he was oddly OK with it—because he'd done all that he could. He'd finally shoved aside his cowardice and expressed his undying love for her. And even though she didn't feel the same way back then, at that moment, he'd vowed to remain by her side forever, no matter what. If that meant being alone for the rest of his life, so be it…

"What do you mean it was all because of me?" he heard her repeat, bringing him back from his reverie.

She didn't get it, so he went on to explain, "If I hadn't followed you… If I hadn't told Jun Pyo where you were, then he…wouldn't have gone to the island, and he wouldn't have…and you and I wouldn't be…" Together…

Oh… Now it made sense to her.

Thinking about it, maybe he had a point. If he and Jun Pyo hadn't come after her, maybe things would have turned out differently. She wasn't sure how exactly... Maybe she would simply be alone now, living with her family on that island. But she didn't like to dwell on what-ifs. They were useless and frustrating.

Clenching her jaw, Jan Di chastised him. "Don't even go there, Ji Hoo-ah. Despite what…happened, it was all for a reason. Yes, things turned out differently than what I thought, but that doesn't mean I'm unhappy about it. Just the opposite. I'm so happy right now. I don't think I can ever explain it to you…"

Her husband had his back turned to her, his shoulders hunched in dejection, so she ran up and crashed into him. Throwing her arms around his waist from behind, she squeezed him.

A small burst of air escaped his lips, and Ji Hoo shut his eyes and lightly skimmed the arms that surrounded him with his fingertips.

Pressing her cheek against the soft cotton fabric of his shirt, Jan Di mumbled, "Aren't you happy, too?"

Without hesitation, he turned around in her embrace and hugged her back. "Of course, I'm happy," he said, looking down into her large, chocolate eyes, "I'm ecstatic, but do I really deserve to be?"

Self-deprecation was pitiful, but the Golden Boy couldn't help the way he felt… He could still recall the look on Jun Pyo's face when he finally remembered Jan Di and came back, only to discover them together. The devastation in his best friend's eyes was stamped on his brain. To Jun Pyo, he was betrayed. And his hurt and anger were justified, too, because even though it had been months in reality, for Jun Pyo, it was like yesterday that he and Jan Di had separated.

Thinning her lips, Jan Di responded, "Yes, you do. Of course, you do. After all you've done for me and my family, for Grandfather, for Gu Jun Pyo and all your friends… You have earned happiness more than most, I believe."

"Jan Di-ah…," he uttered, through moistening eyes. She was sweet, but it wasn't helping.

Jan Di didn't know how to make him feel better about this, so holding onto his waist, she went up on her tiptoes and kissed him. The lips she pecked had gone cold as a fish, and he barely reacted. In fact, he was staring right through her as if she were invisible.

She cracked a smile. "Ji Hoo, won't you kiss your wife back?"

His brow wrinkled up as if he was pondering it, but he just continued staring out into space. So, she gave him another light kiss. He didn't respond to that one, either.

With an exasperated sigh, Jan Di slipped out of his embrace and took his face in her hands. "Ji Hoo, look at me."

And he finally did.

"Ji Hoo…," she repeated, hoping he would make a move. She held his attention, but still, he did nothing.

Finally, she demanded, "Kiss me."

Nothing...

That's it! Clenching her fists like a child demanding a toy, Jan Di shouted, "Yoon Ji Hoo, KISS ME RIGHT THIS SECOND!"

That snapped him out of it, and in an instant, his arms were around her waist and their lips were locked in a passionate kiss…

Hearing Jan Di's reason for leaving had impacted Ji Hoo more than he expected. In a purely selfless act, she had left the man she was in love with for the sake of her friends. And it wasn't the first time she'd made such a sacrifice. But that was the type of person Geum Jan Di—the woman he loved—was. And just when he thought there was no possible way he could love her more than he did, it happened...

So, when she asked for a simple kiss, how could he possibly deny her? How could he ever deny her anything?

And at that moment, all walls came crumbling down…

Enthusiastically kissing her now, Ji Hoo knew he was done holding back, forever. He needed this; he needed her, and he wasn't afraid or ashamed to admit it. He had waited long, so damned long—almost to the point of ridiculousness—to make this woman his. Now, she was. Geum Jan Di was finally his wife! And he vowed to never let her go again and to dedicate his life to making her happy.

Tongues tangled and hands wandering everywhere without restraint, they touched and tasted each other. Ji Hoo's hands roamed up and down her back, skimmed along her arms and neck, and settled on her face. He caressed her cheekbones with his fingertips and wound one hand in her hair, while the other traveled slowly back downward. Their lips parted—just for a quick breather—and he wrapped both arms around her slender waist. Pulling her close, he gazed into her eyes.

As he stared into those warm, chocolate orbs that he adored so, all Ji Hoo could think about was making love to Jan Di until the sun came up. But as much as he desired her, he would take things slow. Tonight, he planned to ensure that she was completely comfortable and satisfied. After all, there was no rush; they had the rest of their lives...

Meanwhile, Jan Di's hands were running all over his chest and shoulders, bunching and wrinkling his previously flawless shirt. When he looked into her eyes, she stilled long enough to stare back, and then her hands climbed higher. Her fingers danced at the base of his neck, twisting around the short strands of auburn hair there. Even though he looked good with any style, she'd missed his longer hair and appreciated that he was growing it out for her.

Ji Hoo had gone off in his head again, but a quick, needy tug on his shoulders brought him back to the present. He responded by burying his face in her neck, while Jan Di's hands drifted to his chest, grasping two fistfuls of his shirt. "Ohh, Ji Hoo," she sighed as he sucked and nibbled on the soft skin of her neck and collarbone.

His hands also on the move, the Golden Boy slid them down to give her firm, round ass a squeeze. And then he positioned himself behind her. After tucking aside her hair, he kissed the back of her neck while hugging her stomach. "I adore you," he whispered, as he rested his chin on her shoulder.

Reaching back, Jan Di placed a hand behind his neck, keeping him in place. "Mm, you too," she muttered as he placed soft, moist kisses along her shoulder.

In one smooth stroke, Ji Hoo ran his hand down the arm that held him captive and over her protruding breast. He briefly fondled the firm mound before spinning her around to face him again. Fixing her with an intense gaze, he slowly guided her by the hips toward the bed.

Once there, Ji Hoo pulled back the bedspread and lifted her onto it. He took a seat beside her, and a split-second later, his lips were on hers again. Still trading eager kisses, he cradled her in his arms and laid her back against the pillows.

Reluctantly breaking their kiss, Jan Di shifted onto her side to where she was facing him. After doing the same, he pulled her closer.

"Are you comfortable?" he asked.

"Mm," she nodded.

"Good," and Ji Hoo hesitated just long enough to smile adoringly and brush the hair out of her face before continuing…

The Golden Boy trailed his hand down one smooth leg and then wrapped it around him. Automatically, she squeezed his leg with hers. And soon their limbs became tangled. Lips locked, they began grinding against each other. Reacting to his touch and to the feel of his pronounced erection pressed against her abdomen, Jan Di was already embarrassingly wet. But wanting to feel even more of him, she inched closer. And they continued moving in sync with one another.

It was all very pleasant, but Jan Di wanted more than just to feel him; she wanted to see him, too.

Ji Hoo's shirt had come partially untucked during their activity, so she pulled it out all the way and began undoing his buttons from the top down. After getting a sneak peek, she unfastened more deliberately, leaving his crisp white shirt hanging halfway open. Amidst his kisses and caresses, her work became sloppy. She fumbled with the tiny buttons, her fingers skidding like tires on wet pavement, and in her eagerness, she pulled one or two off. But she managed to get the job done, and he shed the garment completely.

Staring at his fully-exposed chest, Jan Di realized how irresistible his body was to her right now. It was as if she'd been starving herself, or at least severely rationing, and he was the forbidden piece of chocolate that had been tormenting her for so long. Unable to resist further temptation, she placed her hands flat upon the toned surface in front of her and raked her fingernails downward. She traced the defined muscles of his chest and abs and then moved around to his back, digging her fingers in.

She knew how much he enjoyed it when she kissed his chest and stomach, and now that his shirt was discarded, she was free to do so. She traced the contours of his upper body, first with her fingers and then with her lips. The taste of his skin was somehow sweeter than any dessert, making it a treat for her, too.

As she teased her tongue along his smooth skin, Ji Hoo shut his eyes and gripped onto her back. She'd never thought herself very good at this, but he seemed to only want more. He trembled as she moved closer to his nipple, and when she licked the right one, he moaned in pleasure, "Ohh, Jan Di-ah…"

. . .

Everything was happening so fast that Jan Di nearly forgot her plan—to fix herself up and put on the special lingerie she'd chosen for this specific purpose—but when Ji Hoo took hold of the zipper to her dress it reminded her.

He'd gotten her zipper about halfway down when suddenly, she jerked away from him, "Wait!" she demanded rather sharply. Immediately, Ji Hoo pulled back, worried that he'd somehow hurt her.

"My clothes!" she blurted out.

The Golden Boy stared at the Wonder Girl in confusion.

"I…I was going to change my clothes," she explained matter-of-factly.

It was amusing to him that she would bring up such a thing now…

Ji Hoo gave her a mischievous grin. "It's OK…," he whispered huskily, "you won't be needing them…" And then he captured her lips in a deep, moist kiss.

Only half-heartedly protesting, "But Ji Hoo, I…mmm… I bought something…special…to wear…for you," she muttered between kisses.

Ji Hoo removed his lips from hers long enough to respond. Faintly catching his breath, he stared down into the dark eyes of the woman he loved—eyes that seemed to mirror the passion in his—and said, "You should know by now that you don't have to do or wear anything special. All I need is you, my Wonder Girl."

She smiled at him, and he kissed her passionately.

While his tongue kept her distracted, he went for the zipper again. Fluidly, he slid the mechanism the entire way down its track, peeled away the dress, and slid it down her body. They stopped kissing, allowing her to shimmy out of the dress and kick it over the edge of the bed.

The Golden Boy took a long, hard look at his bride. Seeing the woman of his dreams lying below him in nothing but a white lacy bra and panties, staring at him with eyes so sweet and innocent as a doe made his heart rate accelerate wildly.

He knew he'd never hold out long at this rate…

Ji Hoo's eyes continued to wander Jan Di's virginal body, a body that years of hard labor had shaped to perfection. The curve of her hips and breasts, her soft yet strong stomach, her shapely, muscular legs—it was all nothing short of magnificent to him. More gorgeous than watching a sunset or staring at a waterfall, he wanted this moment imprinted in his mind forever.

Oh, it wasn't as though her body was without flaw… Jan Di had several scars on her arms and legs from working or from bouts of clumsiness, as well as the remnant of a gash on her knee from her run-in with the horrible Shinwha masses. But it didn't matter to Ji Hoo. Even though he hated the idea of her experiencing pain, he knew that each tiny imperfection made her who she was, and he loved her all the more for it. Unlike those overly made-up, surgically-enhanced twits that had sniffed around him and the rest of F4 for years, Jan Di was 100% real—and 100% beautiful.

Looking down upon her now and knowing that this was it, that the waiting was over, and she was finally his—completely and forever—was extremely enticing for the Golden Boy, almost achingly so. After all the heartache, the anticipation, the years of longing and wishing for her to see him and want him the way he wanted her, it was finally here. And he planned to savor it.

Resting on his side again, Ji Hoo observed his wife thoroughly, preparing for all that he would do. He couldn't wait to further explore his lover's untouched body—a body that would only ever be touched by him. He almost didn't know where to put his hands first; he wanted to touch everywhere…

First, he met her lips, and then he placed his hands on her.

Beginning innocently at her shoulder, he worked his way down, attempting to caress as much of her satin skin as possible. He ran his hands down her arm, across the curve of her hip and along her outer thigh. He'd always loved the feel of her skin—so soft and smooth as silk.

Dancing his fingers lightly back up her inner thigh made her squirm, and he paused for a moment to watch her writhe in pleasure beneath him. Long ago, he'd learned that Jan Di was very sensitive to touch, and right now, she twitched or sighed nearly every time his fingers came in contact with her skin. In fascination, he studied her reactions, growing more and more aroused by the second.

Ji Hoo was reacquainting himself with all the places he'd touched before while finding new ones in the process. And he was doing his best to span her entirety—with mouth and hands…

Finally stopping for a much-needed breath of air, he rested his hands at her mid-back and gazed into her eyes. When he pressed his fingers in, she arched her back and pushed her breasts up against his chest. His subtle touch had gotten her hips going, too. Hugging him hard around the neck, she moved more insistently against him. And this led to a small rough-and-tumble session...

By now, Ji Hoo could feel his wife—wet and ready beneath him—and he desperately wanted to enter her. He knew she was nervous, but he was doing his best to reassure her through his actions. Jan Di might not have much confidence in her lovemaking abilities, but he knew it would be amazing... Her strength, flexibility, and endurance—alone—were enough to make it something unforgettable. And not to mention the fact that he was madly in love with her.

The anticipation was killing him, both mentally and physically. But when the Golden Boy felt his self-control slipping, he reminded himself that he'd promised to take care of her first. And that was what he planned to do. Jan Di had—and always would—come first with him.

Patiently, he caressed her creamy, athletic thighs and her tight stomach. He trekked up the peaks of her breasts and stopped to rest his hands there. After making sure to compliment what he was certain was a new bra or at least one he'd never seen before, he began removing it. Unhooking the clasp with ease, he tossed it carelessly aside. And he took a moment to admire her now exposed breasts. Letting out a throaty growl, he took hold of both at once. They were perfect handfuls, soft, supple, and warm to the touch.

Jan Di sucked in a sharp breath of air when he squeezed her breasts, and she wriggled around as he grazed her sensitive, hardened nipples. Starting out gentle, Ji Hoo fondled the pink, perky nubs, gradually pinching and playing with them until Jan Di seemed to have had all she could take. Finally, he placed his mouth over one of them. They were just the right size for that, too. Sucking on one breast, he massaged the other. Then, he switched.

As her moans became more audible, it got him further riled up. So, he tried to do even more for her. Eventually, he reluctantly moved on from her breasts, but he kept going falling back to them while placing persistent kisses across her chest, stomach, and sides. He got a giggle from her when his lips hit a particularly ticklish spot—on her left side just below her ribs. And slowly but surely, he moved down her thighs…

Jan Di had become hyper-aware of her body—and so lost in the sensations that she ceased to even do anything. Ji Hoo, on the other hand, was doing so many amazing things all at once—kissing her and touching her in all the right places, stimulating her in ways she could never have imagined…

She had been trying to answer his passion back the best she could, by touching and kissing whatever skin she came into contact with, but she could no longer keep up. So, she simply lay there, letting him love on her…

The arrangement didn't seem at all fair, though, that he do all the work. He was pleasing her so much, and she wanted to please him, too. So, she vowed to do something about it. But Ji Hoo just kept going, and suddenly she lost all ability to think...

Now, he'd ventured south and had begun stroking her pelvis through her panties. It felt so good, but she had the feeling it was about to get even better…

As expected, it wasn't long before he slipped the white lacy bikini briefs off and gently spread her legs. Jan Di still couldn't do a thing, only lie there with eyes closed, ready to receive what he had to offer.

He started by swirling two fingers around inside of her, eliciting a few twitches and a mouse-like squeak from her.

"Does that feel good?" he asked in a husky whisper, continuing to do more of the same.

She wanted to answer; she really did. She wanted to encourage him. She wanted to let him know just how good it did feel, but right now, there were no words.

"Mmmm," she finally uttered. She tossed her head back, and he kept going, stroking her inner walls.

Almost woozy from pleasure, "Ohh…ah…ahh…," she quietly moaned, her bashful side battling with the part of her that wanted to let loose and scream…

Even if she was shy about it, he was loving the sounds she was making as he stimulated her. The sight of her body moving rhythmically beneath him was titillating, and the pressure of her nails digging into his already sweaty back was so good that he didn't care if she left marks. In fact, he kind of hoped she would.

When she cried out, he worked more insistently within her. And then he decided to try something new altogether…

Her husband remained down below, but suddenly, he wasn't using his fingers anymore. He was using his mouth and his tongue...

The sensation was completely foreign to her, so unfamiliar that she gasped when she first felt it. He paused to look up, presumably to check on her. She felt a little embarrassed by her reaction, but she didn't want him to stop. So, in a self-conscious voice, she muttered, "That was…nice…"

And so, he went back down on her.

When he started up again, Jan Di nearly lost her breath. Whimpering helplessly as he licked and sucked at her inner folds, she felt like she would go crazy. It was so good that it was almost unbearable. How was that possible, anyway?

At one point, Jan Di let go completely and gave off a resonant moan, arching her back and curling her toes as he worked within her. She would have been embarrassed by that, too, but in the moment, she couldn't think about anything but this. Her body twitching and twisting of its own accord, she gripped his shoulders for support and wrapped her legs around him. Her strong legs inadvertently clamped down on him like a vice, imprisoning him where he was.

But that didn't stop him; he kept going…

When it became torturously pleasant, she shouted out, "Ahhhh, Ji Hoo-ah!"

That only made him work harder, setting her body further ablaze. Over and over she repeated his name as he built her toward her pinnacle… And she let out a near-scream as he finished her off.

. . .

Gradually coming down from her high, her heart still beating a mile a minute, the raven-haired girl panted, "Omo…omo…omo."

"Did you like that?" he asked with the hint of a smile on his lips.

Still riding out the wave of euphoria, the Wonder Girl shut her eyes. Again, she wanted to say something meaningful but didn't have the words or the breath, so she simply nodded.

. . .

When her eyes fluttered open, Ji Hoo was leaning over her, staring and faintly catching his breath, too. He lowered himself for a kiss, and it was only then that she realized she had been reaping all the benefits this evening. That wasn't right, and Jan Di wasn't going to let him get away with it…

Digging her palms into the bed, the Wonder Girl forced herself upright, the sudden movement knocking her lover back. Seated on the bed now, Jan Di placed a hand upon Ji Hoo's bare chest and pushed. The Golden Boy's shock was unmistakable, and he fell back onto his elbows. Her confidence growing, she rose up on her knees and pushed him all the way back with both hands.

Ji Hoo was now lying flat on his back at the foot of the luxurious hotel bed. Determinedly, she began crawling toward him…

So far, Ji Hoo had taken the lead in their lovemaking, but now, it was her turn. And she tried to convey that to him with her eyes. He seemed to understand, and the look he gave her in response was unforgettable. He watched her approach with an intense gaze, one she had never quite seen before. His pupils were dilated into large, black pools, dark as a moonless night and so reflective that she could see herself in them.

Bolstering her courage, Jan Di straddled him and began immediately loosening his belt buckle. Ji Hoo laid back, placing his hands behind his head, seemingly content with the arrangement. And he watched her. With some effort, she managed to undo the belt, and then she started on his button. She unfastened and unzipped as quickly as she could, freeing his bulge. He actually sighed in relief when she released him, and he swiftly kicked off his pants.

Unable to remain hands-off for long, Ji Hoo took Jan Di by the arms and pulled her down. She met his lips, and her hands wandered into his hair. She played with his hair and gave his ear a nibble. Then she began kissing down his neck, gradually moving lower. He ran his hands down her back and squeezed her buttocks hard, and they began trading touches.

Sitting up on top of him completely nude made Jan Di feel self-conscious, but she tried not to focus on it. Instead, she focused upon the beautiful man beneath her. Her fingers trickled down her husband's chest like rainwater and back up his strong, lean thighs. And his head lolled back, as he enjoyed her ministrations.

Jan Di loved touching him, and she loved his reaction to her touches just as much, especially the pleasant response she got when she positioned herself between his legs and her breasts came in contact with his member. Even through his boxers, he shivered when her upper body rubbed against him as she kissed and licked down his abs. Ji Hoo gripped her by the hips, guiding her to move against him. But she resisted—she wasn't done with him yet.

Jan Di felt a shudder go through his entire body—that shook her too—when she tugged at the elastic of his powder blue boxers. She pulled them down, and he slipped them off. And she immediately grasped his shaft. The first time she touched him there, it had been a strange sensation, but she'd gotten more comfortable after a few tries. She'd even come to enjoy the feel of the warm and hard, slickened organ between her fingers. By now, she knew exactly how he liked to be stroked. He enjoyed this alternating pattern she did: of stroking, gripping, and swirling her finger around the tip. She did that, and Ji Hoo threw his head back, moaning in pleasure as she fondled him.

"Ohh, Jan Di…," he called out to her, asking for more.

. . .

It was interesting to the Wonder Girl, how the quietest, most reserved member of F4 sprung to life when they made love. He wasn't exactly loud but certainly vocal. At the very least, he always made it known when something she did felt good to him.

She continued stroking him, as he seemed to be enjoying it a lot. When she sped up the pace, he shut his eyes and danced his fingers along her forearms while calling out for her, referring to her by every pet name he had for her. She wasn't sure if he loved it that much or just wanted to encourage her. Maybe he did it to give her confidence. And she appreciated that. If nothing else, at least she knew she was doing something right.

He begged between moans and grunts, urging her on. And out of the blue, he cried out, "Ohh, Jan Di-ah… I want you… I want you so much!"

Jan Di smiled in satisfaction as she squeezed his member harder. In response, he moaned out her name again.

. . .

"Do you…know…how long…I've…," he began but didn't finish the sentence. She knew what he meant, though. And she did know how long he had waited—for this and for her…

"I've dreamed…of this…for so long…," he continued between shallow breaths.

. . .

The Wonder Girl began stroking even faster and harder, as he seemed close… But suddenly, he demanded that she slow down. It confused her at first, but she complied.

Finally, he opened his eyes and stared up at her. "Jan Di-ah, I want you… I need you so much…"

She stopped rubbing for a second but didn't let go. Smiling down at him, she said, "You have me."

His smile could have lit a small city, and before Jan Di realized what was happening, he had turned the tables on her. Taking her in his arms, he pulled her down with him. Jan Di dug her fingers into his back as she hurtled toward the bed. Her back hit the mattress with a light bounce, and suddenly, he was above her again.

Immediately, Ji Hoo began sliding over her, stimulating her core externally. She felt her inner walls eagerly contract, sending electrical pulses throughout her body.

Ji Hoo worked her up to the point where her body was hot and trembling underneath him. When he felt she might be ready, he pulled back to look into her eyes. Hoping he knew the woman he loved well enough to judge her silent approval, he prepared to enter her. Just prior to, he placed a hand on the side of her cheek. Holding her captive attention, he whispered, "I love you," and before she had the chance to answer, he kissed her lips.

His tongue wound around hers, and he slipped a hand behind her back, bracing her. Hoping to make it as quick and painless as possible, he kept her occupied with long, deep kisses while he stealthily slipped inside. First, he tested the waters, only pressing partially into her, and then he slid in all the way.

. . .

There had been so much foreplay that Jan Di almost forgot about the next part. And when the time came, she didn't feel nervous about it because it happened so fast. Mesmerized by his eyes and preoccupied with his kiss, she didn't even have the chance to tell him she loved him, too. And then, suddenly, he was inside of her...

She felt a bit of—not so much pain as—discomfort when he entered her, and she shifted to try and accommodate his girth. But her eyes inexplicably watered at the unexpected fullness. Squeezing her eyes shut, she blinked back the moisture, but a few tears managed to slip free.

Ji Hoo's face twisted in concern. "I'm sorry. Are you OK?"

"Y-yes…"

He wiped away the tears and kissed her, but clearly, he was still worried—because he was inside of her but not moving a muscle. "Are you sure?" he asked, cupping her face with one hand.

"Yes," Jan Di replied, this time with more certainty. And she kissed him back.

Urging him to continue with her eyes, Jan Di wrapped her arms tightly around his neck in preparation. And tentatively, Ji Hoo began to move. At first thrust, she buried her face in his shoulder. He started with a gentle motion, a slow back and forth. Not quite sure what to do, Jan Di tried to match his movements, but the swing of her own hips was erratic at best. So, she tried to force herself out of her own head.

Once she got used to the sensation, she realized how good it felt. No, more than good—amazing. Nothing had ever been quite like this… The feel of being connected to him in such a way as he effortlessly glided in and out of her was exquisite, and she only wanted to be closer. Without even realizing it, she wound a leg around his waist and held onto him as if for dear life.

Clinging to the man she loved in an almost possessive way, Jan Di finally got into a good rhythm with him. And together, they lost all sense of the world around them. Any concept of time or space had ceased to exist; it was just her and him at this very moment…

Their lower bodies joined and their upper bodies brushing with each movement, they continued their sensual dance. Ji Hoo grazed his hand along the length of her body, squeezing her breasts and massaging her back and buttocks. In fact, the entire time he'd been inside of her, he hadn't stopped kissing or touching her, anywhere and everywhere he could. His kisses were deeper and hotter than ever before as if he was branding her skin with his lips. Impressively, he maintained a steady cadence through all of it, and she didn't know how he managed to do so many things skillfully at once.

She, on the other hand, couldn't even place a kiss properly. Half the time, she could do nothing more than moan or whimper. She was simply going by feel, following along with him an giving him wet, sloppy kisses wherever she could reach—his cheek, along his collarbone, his chest, and down his throat.

Supporting himself with one arm, Ji Hoo braced her with the other and picked up the pace. Working faster and harder, the bed shook as he explored her inside and out.

And then everything kicked into high gear—their breathing, both heartbeats, their movements—as they built toward something explosive…

In the heat of passion, all of Jan Di's senses seemed to spring to life. Every touch was electric; his scent, virile and intoxicating, it drew her in and surrounded her. And it was as if the volume had been turned up to the max inside her head, amplifying her heartbeat to where it was drumming in her ears.

"Ji…Hoo…Ji Hoo…," she desperately called out to him in a voice not quite her own.

He gave a low, shaky moan in response, and the subsequent noises he made were both sensual and unrecognizable.

The Wonder Girl was quickly becoming dizzy from their passion, and she was suddenly very aware of the heat in the room. It felt like they were in a sauna, their bodies practically sticking to each other. Beads of sweat had formed on his forehead, one slowly trickling down his cheek. She ran her hands over his smooth chest that now glistened in an almost ethereal way as her own moisture-kissed skin mingled with his.

Needing a breather, Jan Di tossed her arms back over her head, grasping for the pillows—or whatever was in reach. He paused long enough to gaze upon her elongated body, now on glorious display before him and faintly writhing with residual pleasure.

. . .

In a haze, she reached out for him again. Her fingers danced up his sinewy forearms, every perfect muscle taut as he held himself above her. Her hands traveling further upward, she placed one on each side of his face and pulled him down for a searing kiss. And they began moving more rapidly against one another until he ecstatically cried out.

She barely managed to get out his name as she drifted in and out of cognizance. Jan Di gasped and moaned as their bodies twisted around each other, and he thrust into her over and over.

They seemed to be approaching some powerful and climactic ending…

Definitely impending…

So close…

But just as they seemed on the brink of pure pleasure, Ji Hoo pulled back. "Jan…Jan Di-ah…wait…slow down," he panted.

But she didn't want to stop; she needed more and now. Her body was on fire for him, yearning for relief as if from a torturous itch she just couldn't get at. Clinging to him tighter, she bucked her hips in an effort to keep him going.

"I…just…don't want…this to end so quickly for you…," he explained when she didn't accept it. And Ji Hoo glanced briefly away, embarrassed by the admission of his limitations.

She watched him shut his eyes and take a few calming breaths…

After waiting as long as she possibly could, she kissed him hard and tugged on his shoulders to get him to return to doing what he was before. Digging his palm into the mattress, Ji Hoo started moving inside of her again, slower at first but quickly speeding up…. All the while he was kissing and caressing her in all of her favorite places...

Her breathing agitated, she murmured his name and sighed in pleasure.

Amidst sharp gasps, sudden sighs, and prolonged moans, the intensity built, and as she reached her peak, she said his name, louder than ever before. Repeating hers in a tone warm and sensual, Ji Hoo answered back with one strong final thrust.

One last time, she cried out, "Ahhh, Ji Hoo!" in ecstasy as her orgasm shook her.

Then she went limp, and a final wave of pleasure washed over her, followed shortly by Ji Hoo's entire body shuddering against hers. "Jan... Jan Di ...Jan Di-ah...," he moaned.

Jan Di could feel her lover's body go rigid and then relax, his member softening inside of her. Staying where he was, he embraced her tightly.

Satiated, Ji Hoo shut his eyes and rested his head upon her chest.

It was sweet and comfortable, and Jan Di wondered if he would fall asleep this way. Not that she would mind. She returned his hug, and they remained wrapped up in one another for a few more minutes.

. . .

After a few quiet minutes passed, the auburn-haired man separated from his wife and rolled onto his back. Almost immediately, Jan Di felt a sense of loss, missing the warmth and their connection. …

Arms touching, the lovers lay side by side, staring up at the ceiling and trying to remember how to breathe normally. The Wonder Girl turned her head ever so slightly to watch her husband's chest rise and fall, feeling a little incredulous about what had just happened. Ji Hoo's face was unreadable as he stared up at the pure white ceiling, and she wondered what he was thinking about. Her own mind was running wild…

Suddenly, she felt him catch her hand; he interlaced his fingers with hers and squeezed. Feeling loved and happy, she squeezed back and returned her focus to the ceiling. And they both silently stared up.

Eventually, Ji Hoo shifted slightly. Lifting her hand, he brought it up to his lips and kissed her knuckle. "How are you?" he asked softly, turning his body toward hers and wrapping an arm around her waist.

Facing him completely, "I'm…good," she replied. Although, it really seemed too weak a descriptor.

The Golden Boy stroked her flushed cheek with the back of his hand and gave her a sweet smile. "I'm glad."

After a brief pause, she asked, "How are you?"

"I'm well."

Jan Di nodded. She hesitated briefly before deciding to ask the rather embarrassing question that was on her mind. "And…how was…?" she timidly began.

Understanding fully what she meant, Ji Hoo gave an ironic chuckle. "Very, very good…"

Inadvertently, the raven-haired girl breathed a sigh of relief, and she gave him a wide smile. He kissed the top of her head as he pulled her into his arms beneath the covers.

Lying in his arms had always been a pleasant activity, but this time, it was different—being pressed up against one another, completely naked, as they were. Ji Hoo rested his chin upon her head, seemingly completely content to remain in the embrace, but Jan Di's mind began to wander.

His member was pressed against her abdomen, tantalizingly close to being inside of her as it had been only minutes ago. Wrapping her arms around his lean waist, she tried to ignore the thoughts that were invading her mind. But the feel of his manhood beginning to harden against her again was making her tingle from within. She felt like such a wanton woman. What in the world was wrong with her?! She couldn't possibly want more…already…?!

Unsure what to do with herself and this wildly growing desire, she blurted out, "So… Um, what do we do now?" Immediately, she felt like an idiot. What kind of thing was that to ask? Couldn't she just enjoy the beautiful moment and be silent. No, she had to open her big mouth!

Ji Hoo was as cool as ice, though, and his smile nearly melted her into a puddle. "Whatever you want…," he replied, giving her feather-light kiss on the nose.

When she asked what they should do, naturally, a lot of things came to Ji Hoo's mind… And he felt a bit ashamed about the first one that popped into his head. Surely, she wouldn't be up for that—notagain, not so soon. This was still new territory for them, and he didn't want to push her too far too fast. Perhaps, he should suggest something innocuous like watching TV, or maybe…he could convince her to get in the hot tub with him…

But before he could suggest anything, she began coyly teasing a finger along his chest. If he didn't know her better, he would think she was trying to entice him… But maybe it was just his own libido kicked into overdrive. Did this woman know the things she did to him?!

Working to keep it together, the auburn-haired man took a deep breath.

"Um, Ji Hoo…?"

"Yes?"

She was staring down at his chest rather than making eye contact. "Um, do you think we could…do you uh…want to…um, again…?" she asked, still fidgeting.

Ji Hoo's eyes widened in shock at hearing something so bold pass her lips. Staring down at her, he noticed that her round cheeks had turned bright red. She continuously surprised him tonight, but Geum Jan Di was still Geum Jan Di.

Still, she was actually up for it? Was he dreaming? Did she need to pinch him? Ji Hoo's head was screaming, 'Yes, yes, yes, oh God, yes!' but his body wasn't quite ready yet…

When he didn't answer right away, Jan Di wondered if she'd overstepped her boundaries by asking. Shyly, she chewed on her lip. "It's OK if you don't want to..."

"Oh no, I do," he responded immediately. "Believe me, I want to. I just…need a minute…," and he gave a sardonic laugh.

Only seconds later, Ji Hoo took her face in his hands and kissed her deeply. Already, his member swelled from their bodies being pressed together and now, the meeting of their lips. And the fact that she suggested doing it again was certainly a huge push in the right direction.

Eagerly exploring her mouth, the Golden Boy caught her by the waist and pulled her on top of him. Guiding her into place, he entered her, and they began another round of lovemaking.

. . .

For years, their souls had been as one, and on this night, they discovered the joy of joining their bodies. Over and over, they shared in this newfound pleasure until sleep overcame them. Lying in bed in each other's arms, their limbs entwined, it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began...

The Next Morning…

It was just after dawn when the morning sun snuck through the partially opened curtain like a bandit, illuminating the room and robbing the new bride of her precious sleep. Torn from a deep slumber, and still unable to fully open her eyes, Jan Di felt the warmth of the golden rays caressing her face. It would have been nice were it not so bright, and she squeezed her eyelids shut in an attempt at blocking it out. But the careless intruder was as stubborn as she, insistent upon carving its relentless path across the sky, regardless of how late they'd been up or how tired she still was.

Scowling, Jan Di gave in to her annoying foe and opened her eyes. Groggy and momentarily disoriented, she glanced around the room, needing a quick reminder of where she was. Immediately, she recognized the place. She was in the hotel suite, in bed, and curled up like a kitten at her husband's side.

Then the euphoria set in like a brilliant rainbow across the sky, and Jan Di smiled. There was something heavenly about waking up this way—locked in Ji Hoo's embrace, lying against his soft, smooth skin covering a rock-solid body, her head resting contentedly upon his bare chest.

Bare.

It was only then that the Wonder Girl realized it—she had absolutely nothing on, and neither did he...

Never had she awoken in such a state of total nudity with him. It was a new and strangely wonderful feeling. And instantly, she was transported back to last night, to the first time they made love. Ji Hoo had been inside of her—actually, inside of her! For a period of time, they had been as one, and that blew her mind…

Oh, Jan Di knew about sex. She'd gotten the talk long ago, and she'd heard plenty of stories, mainly the exploits of trashy girls whispering in the hallways of Shinwha. But even though the process was a bit messier than she'd imagined, there was nothing dirty or trashy about it at all. In fact, for her, it had been the most beautiful and moving experience of her life. And she felt changed in an amazing way.

Still, all the knowledge and stories in the world couldn't have prepared her for experiencing it herself. Most notably, the sensations could never be properly described, and the emotion attached to it made all the difference.

She supposed that was why people said it was better to be in love when you do it…

Cliché or not, she was glad she waited for the right man—a man she could trust to treat her gently and take care of her, a man who not only made her feel desirable but also loved and respected, a man she felt the same way about.

As if the memory wasn't powerful enough, a quick peek beneath the sheets was proof positive of what had finally happened between them, and Jan Di blushed.

It was obvious to the dry cleaner's daughter that she needed to clean herself up, but she didn't want to move—ever. Their raw skin-to-skin contact was exquisite, and there was something intoxicating about his scent right now. It was the same as always, yet totally different somehow—mysterious yet unforgettable. Taking in his sweet musk, she snuggled closer and began softly tracing the contours of his smooth chest. She could remain this way forever. The only thing hindering this brilliant plan was the fact that they had a plane to catch that evening.

Remembering that tiny detail, Jan Di rolled onto her side to check the clock on the bedside table, his arm sliding off her hip in the process. But when she moved, her muscles cramped, and she winced. It wasn't the worst pain she'd ever experienced but certainly different—a dull ache in her abdominals, inner thighs, and inside of her.

Yet another excuse not to move. So, she decided not to…

Warm and comfortable against her husband's long, lean body, Jan Di sprawled an arm across his chest. Unwittingly, she wrapped one leg around his and ran her foot up his leg. As she did so, she became aware of Ji Hoo's hardened member against her thigh, and an increasingly familiar need welled up within her. Like an unexpected chill, the sensation hit her, sending a shiver coursing throughout her body.

Shutting her eyes tight, Jan Di tried to deny the urge, but the fact of the matter was that she wanted him—right now… She'd felt the same desire last night, and her cheeks flushed upon recalling her bold request. Had she really asked him to do it again? She had, and he didn't deny her.

Now that they had made love—twice—she was not feeling as timid. In fact, it was as if something dark and dangerous had been awoken within her. Last night seemed to break down some kind of barrier, and suddenly, he was irresistible to her. This was not so shocking; he was Yoon Ji Hoo, after all, and she'd always been attracted to him. But it more intense than before. In fact, her newfound temptation was both unfamiliar and a bit frightening.

Jan Di heaved a sigh as she stared down at the flawless man next to her. And suddenly she felt helpless, even a little bit desperate. The Wonder Girl had faced down numerous bullies, including the great Gu Jun Pyo, without a smidgen of fear, but this seemed a far greater challenge—resisting the charms of Yoon Ji Hoo. Even being in bed with him now was far too tempting, so maybe she should just get out. Turning away, she thought to escape to the bathroom; she could splash some cold water on her face and hopefully get it together before he woke up…

But then she made the mistake of looking at him again. And immediately she was mesmerized by his beautiful face…

How could she love something so much?

"What have you done to me?" she mused aloud. And Jan Di smiled down at her brand-new husband, "I love you, Yoon Ji Hoo," she said. Leaning closer, she whispered in his ear, "Do you know that? I love you so much…"

His eyes remained closed, and he lay utterly still. But that was OK because she could stare at him forever. "Geum Jan Di, you really are hopeless, aren't you?" she chastised.

Abruptly, she giggled as only a foolish woman in love would do. Raising her head, she propped herself up on one arm to get a better look at him. Even up close, he was absolutely flawless. And she imagined he would make the perfect model. Of course, Ji Hoo would hate that.

Unable to resist any longer, she reached out to touch him. Slowly, she slid her hand up the side of his neck to his angelic face, and she began stroking the smoothly-shaven skin of his cheek with the back of her knuckle. Caressing his cheekbones with her fingertip, she traced an invisible line from his cheek to his lips. At his lower lip, she stopped and rested her finger there. Then she began skimming the tiny grooves of his soft, full lips. She would never forget the feel of those lips running all over her body last night…

So lost in her thoughts was she that Jan Di barely noticed his lips part against her finger. When she did, she quickly removed her hand as if guilty of some crime. In a sudden bout of shyness, her wandering hand dropped to his chest, and she buried her face in his side and sank beneath the covers. Huddled safely underneath—with only the top of her head in view—she fastened her eyes shut.

At the juncture of sleep and waking, Ji Hoo had felt a whisper of a touch against his lips. The soft touch brought him back to consciousness, and his eyes flitted open. Glancing down, he saw a patch of raven-colored hair peeking out from beneath the sheet. He placed a kiss atop that head. Grinning, he pulled back the linen ever so slightly, revealing the lovely face of his new wife.

Her apple cheeks had a soft pink tint to them, and her sleek, dark hair was cutely in disarray. She was perfect…

Looking upon her sleeping face inexplicably brought tears to Ji Hoo's eyes. He supposed it was because he'd never known such bliss. In fact, being this happy was something the F4 loner had never dreamed of. And even having her here in bed with him, with the scent of her skin still lingering on his, he still had a hard time believing it was true.

Suddenly feeling very possessive, he trapped Jan Di in his arms. Wrapping both arms tightly around her smaller frame, he ran his hands up and down her covered back. Immediately, he recognized that to be a mistake. The feel of her naked body pressing into him beneath the sheet was making his body tremble with desire. As it was, he'd woken hard, and it was rapidly getting worse…

Perhaps he could wake her, and….

No, she looked far too peaceful for him to disturb. His conscience would never allow it. So, quelling his lust, for the time being, he opted for holding her instead.

By now, the sheet had fallen astray, so he tucked it snugly around her curvy body. And he returned to embrace her while thinking of last night…

Last night had been the first thing on his mind when he awoke, and he couldn't stop thinking about it even if he wanted to. Nor could he stop anticipating the next time they would make love. He only hoped it would be soon—very, very soon—or he might go crazy.

Already overeager, the Golden Boy wondered if she would be in the mood when she woke up. If that happened, it would be amazing, but for now, he was content to watch her sleep. Although not his first choice of activity, it was becoming a fascinating new hobby—one he could engage in for hours without tiring.

When Jan Di let out a small sigh in her sleep, he could no longer help himself, and he softly kissed her lips—once, then twice. Truth be told, he never wanted to stop kissing them, and his member grew in anticipation. To calm himself, he ran his fingers through her silky hair, something he'd discovered to be soothing for both her and him. Unexpectedly, his own methodical movements put him right out.

While pretending to sleep, Jan Di had actually succumbed to it, or so she assumed. Fading back into consciousness, she became pleasantly aware of the presence of Ji Hoo's hand in her hair and his face nestled against her neck—he'd fallen asleep that way. Not wanting to move and disturb him, she gently craned her neck to see him. He looked so peaceful, so beautiful. Was there a more gorgeous man alive, she wondered, sure that there wasn't. Nestling against her soulmate, the Wonder Girl grew drowsy and soon drifted off.

. . .

Sometime later—she didn't know how long it had been—Jan Di awoke. She was still resting in her husband's arms, but this time his eyes were open, and he was staring at her in a very hypnotic way.

"Good morning," Ji Hoo whispered in a dulcet tone.

"Good morning." She greeted him back, an unstoppable smile forming on her face.

Then Ji Hoo leaned in to give her a quick, sweet peck. "How did you sleep?" he asked, kissing her once more before she could answer, his lips lingering like drops of honey upon hers.

"Wonderfully. And you?"

"The same." He touched his forehead to hers and rubbed noses with her. Too close not to, she pressed her lips briefly to his, and then they stared sappily at one another.

Neither wanting to move, the newly married couple remained as they were, exchanging tender touches and playful kisses…

Minutes turned into an hour, and an hour surely could have turned into days were they not set to leave the country in less than one. They both knew that one of them needed to have some willpower, and it was Ji Hoo who got up first.

With a disgruntled groan, the Golden Boy disentangled from her. Rolling onto his side, he hung an arm over the edge of the bed and began feeling around for something—his boxers, she assumed.

While fishing for the elusive undergarment, Jan Di caught sight of the taut muscles of his back lengthening. As he reached further over the edge, he exposed himself even more. Jan Di tried not to look, but she couldn't help it. The sculpted muscles of his arms, his stomach, his back, even his butt, were all far too perfect to belong to any one mortal man, and she longed to reach out and touch him.

For one man to be so incredibly gifted was a wonderment. It would be something if she could find a single flaw in him, just one, but she hadn't yet. Perhaps he wasn't even human…

Finally coming up with the discarded powder blue boxers, Jan Di's seemingly alien husband swung his legs over the edge of the bed and sat up. In doing so, she got an even better view of him. Gaping like an idiot, she watched him slip his boxers on in swanlike fashion. Then, he stood up.

Even though he would be taking them off again soon, Ji Hoo had put his boxers on to preserve some modesty—for her sake. Although, it hardly seemed necessary after last night… Standing before the love of his life, he gave her one last look before turning away. He only got a couple of steps, though, before he heard her give off a very pronounced sigh, stopping him in his tracks.

When he turned back, she was sitting up on her heels, bashfully clutching the white sheet to her chest. "Where are you going?" she practically whined.

She was so adorable.

Adorable, certainly, but also completely enticing, like some mythological love deity, only one of those sweet, virgin ones, who didn't even realize she was driving men wild. And she was driving him wild…the way she so innocently tried to cover herself but failed miserably, very obviously flashing enticing slivers of porcelain skin.

Fighting the urge to dash back into bed with her, he calmly explained, "I'm going to shower, my love." He walked back over to her and reached out, caressing her soft cheek with his fingertips. Then, he leaned in to give her a soft, chaste kiss on the cheek. It was all he dared do right now.

The beautiful temptress stuck her lip out, "Do you have to go right now?" she pouted.

It was the cutest, sexiest thing Ji Hoo had ever seen. And that did him in…

In a flurry, the Golden Boy captured her in his arms. She squealed as he pulled her back into bed with him. Tossing the sheet over their heads, he slipped underneath with her, and the Wonder Girl giggled as the linen slowly billowed down around them. It felt like a beloved childhood game to her, except a grown-up version of it…

Instantly, Ji Hoo straddled her and gazed down into her eyes. Grinning, "Here I am, Mrs. Yoon," he playfully referred to her in western fashion, "What did you want with me?"

Jan Di smiled shyly and bit her bottom lip. Reaching up, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and Ji Hoo responded immediately by sprinkling kisses all over her face and neck. Sinking back into the pillows with him, she giggled as he covered her with feather-light kisses. And she hugged him tighter as he worked his way down her body.

. . .

Momentarily parting from her, Ji Hoo caught his breath. "I can't even make it out of this bed," he laughed. "I don't know how we will ever make it to the airport. Perhaps we should reschedule the flight…" He winked at her, causing Jan Di to blush at the insinuation.

"Well, it's not like this has to stop when we get to Hawaii…," she replied, and feeling bolder, she added, "In fact, it better not…"

It was the best answer Ji Hoo could have ever imagined, and he kissed her hard in response. With a sigh, Jan Di's lips parted, allowing him entrance into her mouth. His tongue twirled around hers, as she kissed him back with equal fervor. And she chewed on his lip before releasing it.

In the meantime, he was working to touch as much of her exposed skin as he could get his hands. She moaned when his erection rubbed against her through his dampened boxers, and her hips moved of their own will.

Soon, they were rolling around underneath the sheets. Growing more eager by the second, their movements became fast and erratic. One minute, he was on top, and the next she was. They would be on one end of the bed, and seconds later, on the other. The heat continued to rise from their bodies, casting a shimmer of sweat upon the two lovers, as they carried on. But their frenzied passion only served to get them hopelessly tangled in the fine white linens. They paused to laugh at their predicament before continuing…

But when Jan Di became so tangled she could hardly move, Ji Hoo was forced to stop and free his bride from her mummified state. Once released, she was eager to resume right where they left off.

Caught up in the moment, Jan Di grasped onto Ji Hoo's shoulders and pulled him toward her. Her overzealous tug caused her to roll too far backward, however, and she tumbled off the bed, taking him with her. Somehow, Ji Hoo managed to maneuver himself into hitting the floor first, and she fell directly on top of him.

Incredulous, Ji Hoo stared up at his wife. Holding her by the arms, "Are you alright, Jan Di-ah?" he asked worriedly. She only laughed and began to roll off him, but he gripped onto her upper arms, keeping her in place.

"Ji…Ji Hoo…"

Lying on the floor in such a position and staring into each other's eyes was more than tempting, Ji Hoo had to admit. It would be so easy to shed his boxers again and slide into her, right here and now. He'd certainly wanted to when they were rolling around minutes ago…

Did he really need that shower? He wondered. Yes, he certainly did. He was dirty and sweaty, and that couldn't be pleasant for her. So, with a sharp exhale, he kissed her and said, "Jan Di-ah, I really should get a shower…"

"Oh. OK…," she muttered, slightly disappointed. And hesitantly, she rolled away from him. Ji Hoo extended his hands to her. She took one hand, while reaching for the sheet with the other, and he helped her to stand. Then he sat her down on the bed, while she covered herself as best she could with the sheet.

Assuming she was feeling self-conscious, Ji Hoo scanned for his shirt. Glimpsing the white garment on the floor, he snatched it up.

With a pure smile, the Golden Boy wrapped it around her shoulders, just as he'd done with the towel in the Shinwha locker room so long ago. Jan Di allowed the sheet to fall away as she pinched both sides of his shirt together in the middle. "Thank you," she shyly mumbled.

Ji Hoo nodded, and he turned to leave again. But before he got far, he opened his mouth to speak, "Will you—?" he began.

A split-second later, she said, "I'll…," and they simultaneously finished with "miss me?"/ "miss you!"

They laughed at their old habit of finishing each other's sentences, and before he could change his mind, Ji Hoo gave her another quick kiss and was off. Having a sudden thought, he turned back. Looking at her over his shoulder, he asked, "Will you really miss me?"

Jan Di cocked her head coquettishly to the side and replied, "Mmhmm…" And then she gave him a coy smile.

It nearly sent him rushing back to her again, but Ji Hoo had gotten a much better—wonderful—idea. His dark eyes sparkled playfully, "Well, if you'll miss me so much, then you would always…join me."

"Ehh?!" she stammered.

It was still so much fun seeing her cute embarrassment…

Crossing her arms nervously, Jan Di secured his shirt tighter around her body. "Are you…serious?"

It was difficult for Ji Hoo to keep a straight face. Was he serious?! Was she joking? He'd never been so serious!

With a mischievous grin, he answered, "Of course, I am, Otter."

She blinked a few times in response.

"You are my wife, are you not? Don't tell me you are still feeling shy… Not after last night…"

Jan Di's cheeks burned. "No, I'm not!" she vehemently denied.

"Alright then…" Ji Hoo began to walk away again but stopped to toss her a flirtatious glance. "Well, that's where I'll be if you decide to join me… And…I hope you do," he added suggestively.

Jan Di burst out with an awkward chuckle, "O-K!" she made the symbol with her hand. "Well, you…um…go on ahead," she insisted, waving him off, "and I'll be right there!"

Ji Hoo managed to keep from laughing in her presence, despite her comical cuteness. But he broke out into a wide grin as soon as his back was turned to her. Sidling off to the bathroom, he wondered if she would actually come in… Stepping into the bathroom, he shut the door most of the way.

As soon as her husband was gone, Jan Di fell backward onto the bed. Puffing out her cheeks, she released a sharp burst of air. He wants me to join him?

Jan Di stared up at the ceiling, brooding.

"This is ridiculous, Geum Jan Di!" she berated herself, slamming her fist against the bed. "What's the matter with you, anyway?! He's your husband for crying out loud! You should not be embarrassed by this!"

Her eyes snapped toward the bathroom door, and she was thankful for the thickness of it. Hopefully, he hadn't heard her ranting like a lunatic…

He was right, of course. How could she possibly be feeling shy now?

Determined, Jan Di swung her legs over the edge of the bed. Placing her bare feet on the plush carpet, she stood. And slowly, she began creeping toward the bathroom. Pinning his shirt to her chest with one hand as if to guard herself, she moved forward.

Along the way, Jan Di passed the intricate French mirror on the wall. She stopped to look at her reflection, but she almost didn't recognize the person staring back. She looked the same, yet very different somehow... Perhaps it was something in the eyes of the mirror girl; she was worldlier now.

The next thing that stood out to her was what a mess she was. The small bit of makeup she'd worn had long since been wiped away, and her hair was sticking out every which way. Frantically, she attempted to smooth it down, but as much as she tried, she just couldn't do a thing with it.

While making love last night, she recalled Ji Hoo saying things, like how beautiful she was… She still didn't understand how he could believe that, but she thanked her lucky stars that he did.

"Don't question it, Geum Jan Di. Just enjoy it!" And she pumped a fighting fist.

She took one last hard look in the mirror. With a groan, she tugged at the bags under her eyes and ran a hand down her neck. Catching sight of a purplish ring just above her clavicle, she ran her finger over it. Immediately, she realized what it was, for it wasn't the first time he'd left such a mark on her. She'd have to cover it, but she couldn't help but smile, recalling how she'd gotten it…

Meanwhile…

Ji Hoo stood in the elaborate marble shower, as fine as any grand piece of architecture. He turned the shower knob, and water burst forth from the spigot like rapids. Resting his hand on the shower wall, he stuck his head under the warm stream. And he shut his eyes, allowing the water to soak his hair completely and trickle down his body. Hoping that Jan Di would join him, he began to cleanse himself in preparation.

The Golden Boy grabbed the small bottle of hotel shampoo; he squeezed a drop into his palm and lathered his tawny hair. Thoroughly, he worked his fingers through the longer strands, which now reached the bottom of his neck. He'd trimmed it just before the wedding, but he was attempting to grow it out like Jan Di wanted him to.

Letting the water do its work to remove the suds, Ji Hoo again thought of last night…

The whole thing began rather unexpectedly, advancing steadily from there. By the time he removed her dress, Ji Hoo's body was already begging for release. Her skin tasted like sugar candy to him, and he craved it more than any food he'd ever tasted. He tried to keep himself in check, though, even slowing things down a couple of times, in order to extend the experience for her. He doubted that she knew what sweet agony it had actually been for him to hold out, but he didn't want to leave her disappointed or unsatisfied. And not only did he want to prolong it for her, but he didn't want to see it end so soon, either.

Pleasing her was not difficult. He was convinced he'd managed to do that. After all, he knew his wife well enough by now—and what she liked. But last night, he'd wanted to go beyond that. He brought out all his tried-and-trues, but he also experimented with some new things.

It was exhilarating discovering new places on her body that drove her wild and stimulating her in entirely different ways. Some, he wasn't so sure about, like using his tongue on her down below. But she seemed to enjoy it, so he took it further.

Last night, he didn't hesitate to ask her directly what she wanted or if she liked something. And she let him know—not always with words, but he could tell. Paying close attention to her body language over the years had paid off. Besides, Jan Di wasn't so mysterious. Her face was so expressive, and the noises she made were clear signals for him. A small sigh or whimper meant that he was on the right track, or better yet when she moaned or called out his name, he knew to keep going, even harder and faster.

. . .

Ji Hoo stopped reminiscing long enough to soap up his body. And then he was back at it…

Somehow, he'd managed to hold out long enough to bring her to climax—twice—before he thought of himself. It wasn't easy, though, and he almost lost it a few times… Watching her body write in pleasure beneath him combined with the new sounds coming out of her—so raw and sexy—was almost more than he could bear…

When she took control of him, pushing him back and climbing on top…

Ji Hoo ran both hands through his hair and dropped his head back against the shower wall, fearing he'd cum at the memory of it.

And oh! When she started removing his pants…and when she took hold of him…! How he controlled his body was pure mystery. He was barely controlling it now…

But OH! Just the feel of being inside her for the very first time—slick and tight, warm and inviting… It was as if he belonged there all along… He never wanted to leave the intimate, inviting space, and he was sure nothing could ever compare to it…

But it only got better from there… After ensuring she was OK, he began to move within her. It was incredible, and he ached to feel it again soon…

Reliving it was exciting him all over again, and he felt himself hardening in response. He shut his eyes in hopes of calming himself, but when he closed them he could see her body and hear her moans from the night before…

As if that wasn't enough, he began imagining all they could do in here… If only she would come in…

. . .

The combination of his memory and imagination was far too powerful, and Ji Hoo's heart started racing so fast that he almost feared for his health. If only she would come in right now and end his suffering…

How amazing that would be!

But if she did come in, he knew it would be all over. He wouldn't be able to stop himself. He'd go crazy, lose all control, like some wild beast…

He didn't used to be this way; he used to be different, Ji Hoo recalled. He used to be a man of willpower, but no longer. Jan Di had ruined that for him, forever. His self-control was in tatters and his patience was in shreds, but that seemed to be the effect of Geum Jan Di. Unintentionally, she'd turned him into some kind of lustful maniac. Or, maybe it was always inside him…

Where is she, anyway? He suddenly wondered. What's taking her so long?

And he worried that she'd decided against it after all…

Releasing a heavy sigh, he turned around and pressed his palms hard into the tile of the shower wall. He needed her; that much was clear. He could never get enough of her; that was for certain. Geum Jan Di was the only one for him. And now that he'd had her, now that he'd had everything, the cruel irony was that he only wanted more…

Jan Di heard the sound of the shower running as she approached the bathroom. She stopped in front of the cracked door, which she assumed he'd left open for her. Lingering there, she peered through the crack. She couldn't see a thing but could only hear the steady flow of the water.

Placing a hand on the door, she prepared to enter, but then she had a thought. How was this whole shower thing supposed to work? What was she supposed to do in there?! And she practically panicked.

Taking short breaths, she psyched herself up to go in. You can do this, Geum Jan Di!

And with one big, deep breath, she pushed open the heavy door…

Stepping inside, Jan Di glanced around the immaculate bathroom. Spacious and extravagant, it looked like the type of place one would purchase tickets to see.

The room was warm, and she could feel the steam from the shower condensate upon her skin. Hearing the sounds of her husband in the shower, Jan Di turned her head. Resolutely, she made her way over to the sliding door, hesitating just outside the frosted glass. And carefully, she slid his shirt off her shoulders, allowing it fall to the floor. Then, she slowly pulled back the shower door.

Unprepared for what awaited her, the Wonder Girl's jaw actually dropped. Sure, she'd seen him fresh from the shower before, robed and with dampened hair... She'd even seen him nude before, but not like this... In awe, she took in the view in front of her.

There the man of her dreams stood, partially under the stream, his soaking hair clinging to his forehead, hot beads of water dripping from the ends, and tiny rivers trickling down his perfectly sculpted body and off every appendage.

If possible, she found him even sexier than the night before, and she couldn't stop staring. It was like looking at a work of art. His own intense gaze and the sight of his wet, naked form was setting her body on fire. But at the same time, she remained frozen, a helpless victim before him. It almost wasn't fair—the kind of power he had over her.

"Jan Di-ah…," he uttered in shock.

After all but giving up hope that Jan Di would join him, she was suddenly there. His heart thumped in his chest. Turning fully to face her, he watched her give him a shy smile and step into the shower. He helped her in, moving back a little to make room for her.

Admiring the view, the Golden Boy stared longingly, eager to run his hands all over her beautiful body. "Jan Di-ah…," he repeated before approaching her. She glanced down, and taking her by the shoulders, he danced her backward to where she was fully under the spigot. Jan Di closed her eyes as the warm water hit the top of her head, cascading down her naked curves and spraying him in the process.

"My Wonder Girl…," he spoke tenderly as he pulled her in, their bodies suctioning together under the stream. The heat from the shower surrounded them and filled the air with steam, the hot water immediately relaxing their sore muscles. Ji Hoo ran his fingers up her arms and into her hair, smoothing back the dampened strands from her eyes. He placed a kiss on her forehead and rested his against hers. A few droplets of moisture trickled off his bangs and onto her face. Smiling, he wiped them away with his thumb.

Ji Hoo pulled back slightly, taking a moment to gaze upon his gorgeous wife's glistening body. His need for her was quickly becoming overwhelming. Did she feel the same way? Unable to resist a second longer, he took her face in his hands and went in for the kiss.

Eager and ready, Jan Di welcomed her husband's kiss with lips parted. Needing to have him even closer, she wound her arms around his waist and pulled him in tight, to where there was no space left between them anymore. Lips locked passionately, the Wonder Girl trailed her fingers along his chiseled abs and firm chest, eventually finding her way into his hair. And she began raking her fingers through the soft, damp tendrils.

When they parted for breath, Jan Di leaned back and coyly met the eyes of her lover. Ji Hoo fixed her with a stare as if intent upon devouring her whole that sent Jan Di backing into the corner. Hungrily, he inched closer, pressing his hands against the wet tile and hovering over her. Cornered, but fine with it, Jan Di watched the water run off his taut muscles like a waterfall over rocks.

And then he captured her lips again.

Seconds later, Ji Hoo had her pinned against the marble shower wall. He buried his face in her shoulder and planted sensual kisses along her collarbone. Starting out gentle, he gradually advanced to nipping and sucking at the delicate flesh of her chest and neck, and he spent some time extra time on the side he hadn't left a mark on yet.

Winding his arms tightly around her waist, he bent her back and settled one hand upon her ass. He gave it a firm squeeze before returning to rest at the small of her back. And then he buried his face in her chest and began sucking on her right nipple. Jan Di moaned and threw her head back against the warm, moistened stone. She gripped his strong shoulders, while he took turns massaging and sucking on each breast.

Eventually, his mouth and hands traveled lower, and to her surprise, he got down on his knees in front of her. Jan Di felt awkward at first, him being in the position he was in, but when he started kissing her stomach she forgot all about that. Running his hands across her back and buttocks, he continued sucking on her skin while she gripped his hair and called out his name.

When he finished down there, Ji Hoo stood and embraced her. Jan Di could feel his throbbing member against her pelvis, and she craved having him inside of her again. Anxiously, she wrapped a leg around his and rubbed against him while clutching the strong muscles of his back.

This was encouragement enough for the Golden Boy, who pressed her harder against the shower wall. Legs intertwined, they began grinding more insistently against one another. The sounds coming out of her and the look on her face was making Ji Hoo's head spin with desire. He feared he wouldn't last. Both panting and moaning each other's name, he covered her with kisses until he couldn't take it anymore. Then, hugging her tight around the waist, he lifted her.

She seemed caught off guard at first but quickly recovered. And instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck as he trapped her body between his and the shower wall. While holding her up, he slid her into position and slipped inside.

"Ohh, Ji Hoo…Ji Hoo…," she called out as he entered her...

The transition from outside to in was smoother than the night before, and the way he had her gave it a slightly different feel. She would have thought the positioning awkward, but it didn't seem to be. Still, she wasn't quite sure how he was doing this-fully supporting her while moving inside of her and kissing her neck and chest.

Jan Di's ass slid up and down against the slippery bathroom wall and her breasts against him as he thrust into her over and over... She held on tightly, nestling her face into his shoulder and kissing him repeatedly. But in her passion, she accidentally bit down—hard. It was sure to leave a mark. Jerking her head back, she fervently apologized, but this only seemed to excite him.

Faster and harder, Ji Hoo thrust... His strength and endurance were quite impressive, actually.

. . .

Jan Di could tell it was all coming to an end, but she would enjoy it while it lasted...

And then, rather unexpectedly, Ji Hoo pulled out and set her on her feet. She would have been disappointed, but there was no time to be, for he immediately spun her around to face the back wall. Her hands splayed against the tile, his hands alternating between caressing her stomach and kneading her breasts, she wasn't quite sure what he had planned. But before she could really think about it, he was inside of her again.

The Wonder Girl moaned as he drove into her the first time from behind. Another new position; it felt different but certainly good.

"How's this?" he breathed sensually against her ear as he slid in and out of her.

She didn't answer but only sighed, "Mmm..."

Relieved that she liked the experimental position—because he was loving it a lot—Ji Hoo continued. And things progressed quickly from there...

Last night, they had both been more tentative, but this time, he held nothing back. Fear and modesty no longer seemed to stand between them, and together, they both let go and simply felt.

When he was being too gentle Jan Di made sure to let him know it, and they both encouraged the other's efforts. Jan Di no longer even kept her voice in check... Just prior to her climax, she let out a shuddering moan, and then she cried out in ecstasy as her body quivered all over.

It was pure, unbridled passion, and it was amazing...

After finishing, Ji Hoo turned Jan Di around to hug her. Both exhausted, their legs nearly giving out, they held each other...

Deciding they needed to clean themselves after their romantic interlude, they helped each other. She washed his back and he washed hers, but Jan Di grew shy when it came down to cleansing the more intimate areas. And Ji Hoo found it cute that after making love three times his bride was still shy about such things.

Afterward, he helped her out of the shower. He wrapped a towel around his waist; then he draped one over her and went to fetch their fluffy white robes. First, he put on hers and then his. The robes were soft, and Jan Di wasn't sure what they were made of, but she never wanted to get dressed again.

The couple left the bathroom, and it was then that Jan Di's stomach gave a low rumble. Right on schedule, it seemed to have its own alarm now. So, they ordered room service and climbed into bed to wait for it.

After a delicious meal, Ji Hoo wandered over to the piano.

"You want to play?" she asked.

Ji Hoo smiled over at her. "Well, I can't let a perfectly fine piano go to waste, can I?"

Jan Di chuckled. "No, I guess not."

"Would you like to join me?"

She nodded and walked over to the grand piano. He made room for her on the bench, and she took a seat next to him. After playing one song with him, she rested her head against his shoulder. He pressed a kiss to the side of her head. And she listened while he played several more songs for her.

The newlyweds made full use of the hotel room before getting dressed—making out at the piano and briefly against the wall, when they didn't quite make it to the bed, drinking champagne, and simply enjoying being together.

They managed to finally get dressed, and then they packed and checked out. Feeling satiated but not altogether rested, they headed to the airport. Fortunately, they could sleep on the plane.

One day later…

Ji Hoo and Jan Di had arrived on Maui and made it to their rental villa at the Banyon Cove. The gorgeous 7,800-square foot estate, spanning 1.3 acres of beautiful oceanfront, possessed 3 bedrooms, 3 full and 3 half baths, an open floorplan, plush furniture, a fully-equipped kitchen, and a fireplace, among its many other amenities.

Fighting the jetlag, the couple managed to stay awake even though it was very early in the morning back home. It was now sunset on Hawaii; the sky was a beautiful splash of reds, yellows, and oranges, and the ocean was tranquil.

Presently, Jan Di and Ji Hoo sat outdoors side by side in cushioned wooden beach chairs, gazing out across their private pool at the ocean. Palm trees swaying in the gentle breeze, the two held hands and watched the sun begin to go down.

"Ji Hoo?" Jan Di spoke over the sound of the gentle ocean waves.

"Yes, my otter?"

She smiled at the old nickname. "This is really nice…"

He squeezed her hand. "I'm glad you like it."

"No, I more than like it. It's amazing, and right now…I feel so peaceful and happy…"

Her husband smiled lovingly at her. "Me too."

"You know what I think?"

"What's that?" he asked.

Jan Di smoothed out her white floral-print sundress and gazed at the horizon. She felt a little silly about it but decided to say it anyway, "I think…this is what happy endings are made of…"

Ji Hoo's resulting smile was luminous. "I see your point, but I have to disagree, Otter. Do you know why?"

"Why?"

He grinned at her. "Because this isn't an ending. It's only the beginning…"

Jan Di smiled brightly at him. She supposed that if she could be sappy then he should be allowed to be, too. But honestly, it was how she felt.

As if magnetic, he leaned toward her, and she leaned toward him, and they met in the middle for a kiss.

. . .

"I love you," Ji Hoo said.

"I love you, too."

"Now, how about a walk on the beach before dark," he suggested.

"That sounds great."

Ji Hoo stood and helped her out of her chair. Wrapping his arm around her waist, the happy couple walked barefoot together along the solitary beach…

Three Years Later…

"Here's the chart you wanted, Dr. Yoon," a pretty, petite nurse said, as she handed Ji Hoo a clipboard.

"Thank you," he replied with a smile. He took it, and they strode down the hall of Shinwha Medical Center.

Walking beside her, he noticed a frown upon the young woman's face. Clearly, she was worried about something. "What's wrong, Nurse Jung?"

"Well…," she hemmed and hawed but finally said, "it's Dr. Geum..."

Ji Hoo stopped and turned to face the nurse. "What about her?" he asked worriedly.

"Oh, it's nothing much, Dr. Yoon, but I am a bit concerned about her… You see, she's having contractions, but she refuses to get into bed until she finishes her work."

Ji Hoo flashed a pearly smile. He wasn't a bit surprised by this news. "I see," and he folded his arms in mock disapproval.

"I can't believe it. She'll have a contraction and then just go right back to what she was doing!" After her incredulous statement, the nurse lowered her head, fearing she'd been too outspoken.

Meanwhile, Ji Hoo was just trying not to laugh at the predicament. Only Jan Di would do such a thing... Although, it did worry him a bit. At least everything else was taken care of. A room had been secured for Jan Di. His driver was fetching her parents and Harabeoji. The Songs were on their way, and the Sos were already here. Jun Pyo and Jae Kyung were still out of the country, but they were on their way back.

Tentatively, Nurse Jung asked, "Do you…think you could do something, Dr. Yoon?"

Ji Hoo did chuckle this time. "Well, I could try, but I don't think she'll listen to me, either. You see, my wife is very headstrong."

The nurse didn't know how to respond to that, so she simply nodded and said, "Oh."

"Have you been timing her contractions?" he asked.

"Yes, Dr. Yoon."

They continued walking down the hall. The nurse peeked up at Ji Hoo. "This is your first child, right, Dr. Yoon?" she asked.

"Yes."

"And it's twins, isn't it? A boy and a girl?"

"Yes," Ji Hoo said proudly.

"If I may say, and I don't mean to sound rude...," Nurse Jung bowed her head slightly, "but you seem very calm, Seonsaengnim."

Ji Hoo chuckled. "Actually, I'm not calm at all, at least not on the inside. The only reason I'm still working is so that I don't drive my wife and myself insane from worry."

A smile peeked through the young nurse's lips. "I see. You must be excited…"

Ji Hoo nodded. "Yes, very. Now, I need to go look in on a patient, Nurse, but please page me when my wife is at 10 centimeters."

Nurse Jung nodded, and they bowed to each other. Ji Hoo began to leave, but then he had a thought. "Oh, by the way," he said, turning back to the nurse, "Mr. So and his wife are in the waiting room. If Dr. Geum gives you any trouble, take Mrs. So with you. She's my wife's best friend and has a way of convincing her to do things she doesn't want to do."

Nurse Jung gave a little laugh. "Yes. Thank you, Seonsaengnim."

It was then that Ji Hoo's pager buzzed on his hip. Seconds later, an older nurse approached him. "Dr. Yoon, it's time."

***The End***

A/N: Whew! I didn't think I'd ever finish this! I started out with a plan to make this a two-shot (two-parter), but I got carried away. Those of you who know me are not surprised by that. Anyway, I am happy to have finished, yet a little sad, too. Do you believe that this is really the end, dear readers? ::cries:: I suppose I have four other stories to occupy my time, though.

Well, I hope you enjoyed this final chapter and the story, overall. Sorry if it was long and rambling in some places... If you're bored, feel free to check out my other ones. I am nowhere close to being done writing fanfiction, for this show or in general, so you're not rid of me yet. Unless you want to be! I have lots of ideas for my current stories and for new ones, as well, so I hope you'll check those out (and enjoy). Thank you so much for your time and support! It was a blast, and as always, my great pleasure to—hopefully—entertain you!

Goodbye for now…

Sincerely,

JHsgf82