May 17, 2014

Jaejoong had just donned his tie and jacket when his phone rang.  Thinking it might be Abigaíl he took the call without looking at the ID.  "Yeobosayo yippeun."  He smiled into the phone.

There was a chuckle on the other end, alerting Jaejoong it wasn't Abigaíl.  "Yah Jae, are you still drunk?"

 - "What do you want Choi Seunghyun?"

 - "Jaejoong-ah, you're not still angry at me, are you?  After I'm calling to make sure you're still alive?"

 - "Yah!  You knew I was in no condition to drive and you just let me?  Isn't that a liability for your new investment?"

 - "Jae, what are you talking about?  You didn't drive?"

 - "Mworago?"

 - "You were passed out in your car for hours.  The restaurant called and asked me what to do with you.  I told them to call a tow truck and have you towed when you were conscious enough to tell them where to go."

 - "Jeongmal?"  Jaejoong should have been relieved at this news and he was.  But still, he had been so drunk he gave the tow truck operator Abigaíl's address and was too passed out to even realize it and thought he had driven there himself.  "Seunghyun, you're a jerk but right now I could seriously kiss you."  He couldn't wait to tell Abigaíl and her Father he didn't drive drunk.

 - "Gwenchana, get your kisses from your new yeojachingu.  I'll pass.  Let's get together again soon; we need to build up your tolerance.  You can introduce me again to your 'Angel'."

 - "Anieyo gwenchanayo," Jaejoong spoke seriously.  "Your friendship is bad for my health.  Annyeong."

 - "Mwora..."  Jaejoong ended the call before Seunghyun could finish his sentence.  He sighed in relief, said a thank you to his guardian angel and ran out of his room.  He couldn't wait to tell Abigaíl the good news.

"The love of your life could be the next one that knocks on your door."

Ilana had to smile as she remembered her discussion with JaeKyung.  Not more than five minutes later, Jihoo knocked on her door.  She knew it was him before even looking in the viewfinder.  Joy immediately jumped off JaeKyung's lap and went to the door.  Ilana sat frozen for a second and shook it off.  When she opened the door, JaeKyung jumped up from her seat.

 - "Yes!!!  See?  I told you so."

Joy had been circling Jihoo's feet waiting to be picked up.  He bent to scoop her up while looking at JaeKyung and Ilana oddly.  "JaeKyung-ah, your nampyon is wondering what is taking you so long."

 - "I'll get back to WooBin, Jihoo.  You two take your time."

 - "What's with her?"  Jihoo asked, scrutinizing Ilana's face for answers.  Her face was a little pink and had a bit of a surprised and almost frightened look.

She opened but nothing came out.  Clearing , she tried again.  "A-anieyo, JaeKyung Unnie is just being..."

 - "Herself?" Jihoo finished her sentence.

 - "Deh," Ilana smiled, inwardly sighing in relief.  That JaeKyung was going to get it.  She didn't want to change the way she looked at Jihoo.  Things were perfect the way they were, right?  He didn't like her in the way Isabel blurted out, he’s just everything to everyone, and the dearest friend anyone could have.

Jihoo had waited for Ilana to continue but instead, she withdrew into herself, obviously thinking about something.  He watched certain emotions play on her face; curiosity and humor were two but was apprehension another?  What could JaeKyung have said?  "Care to enlighten me?" 

Jihoo's voice woke her from her trance.  "Amogotdoyo, JaeKyung said something weird about the next person who knocks on my door, that's all," she played it off.  "Kaja, WooBin and JaeKyung are waiting for us.  Joy, you get to meet WooBin Ajussi, be on your best behavior."  Ilana took Joy from Jihoo's arms and Jihoo placed his on Ilana's back, ready to her and Joy over to his place.

Still amused at the memory of the evening, Ilana looked at herself in the mirror.  She curled her hair and secured one side with the comb Jihoo gave her.  She dressed in her black linen sheath, ballerina flats, the necklace YoungSaeng gave her and the bracelet Jihoo gave her.  "What do you think, Joy?"  She twirled around for the cat that was on the bed watching her.  "Which wrap should I wear?  The cranberry or the blue one?"  Ilana laid both on the bed, one on either side of the cat.  Joy got up and made herself at home on the blue one.  "Good choice.  I don't want to shame Jihoo Ajussi, he's always dressed to the nine's and Umma just likes to dress a little more low key."  The doorbell rang.  "That must be Ajussi," Joy took off immediately for the door, followed by Ilana.

 - "Annyeong hasseyo, yeoja-deul."  Jihoo bowed to Ilana and Joy before coming in the door.

 - "Annyeong hasseyo, Ajussi.  Muy guapo como siempre (very handsome as usual)."  Ilana giggled as she stood on her toes to peck his cheek.  Jihoo’s face colored, a little embarrassed at the compliment.  Ilana had to admit her male friends were very handsome.

 - "Joy-ah,” Jihoo scratched her ears.  "I'm not holding you with my white shirt."  He wore a white shirt with black buttons and a taupe colored suit.  He had the jacket draped over his arm.

Ilana deposited Joy in her cat tree and dusted herself off.  "I need to get my wrap and purse and I'm ready to go."  Jihoo had followed Ilana and was directly behind her.  Ilana crashed into him when she turned.  "Aish!  Jihoo-yah!"

Jihoo chuckled and took her by the hand into her room.  Ilana was shocked and slightly startled at this behavior.  "Anja," he pointed at her bed.

 - "Wae?"  Jihoo ignored her question and gently pushed her to sit as he headed for her closet and began to rummage.  "Jihoo-yah, what are you doing in my closet?"

 - "Anja!"  He heard the rustling and knew she was getting ready to come see what he was doing.

 - "Goyangi!  You're just as bad as Joy; she knows when it's you at the door."

 - "And who else would it be?!"  He had found what he was looking for.

Finally, Jihoo came out of the closet carrying a black bolero jacket and a thin gold link belt.  He draped the bolero over Ilana's shoulders; she had no choice but to put her arms through.  "What are you doing?  I was going to wear a wrap?"  Jihoo just grinned, enjoying himself.  He then began to slip the belt around her waist, making her ticklish.  "Yah!  Hajima, that tickles!"

 - "Stop moving and the faster it will stop tickling."  He successfully fastened the belt.  "There...one more thing."  Grabbing her purse from the bed, he handed it to her, then took her hand and led her back to the living room.  Releasing her hand, he retrieved a tissue wrapped parcel from his jacket that he had left on the couch.

 - "What is that?"  Ilana asked, highly suspicious of his behavior.  He was smiling like a small child who had a secret to tell.  Opening the tissue, he revealed a lovely sky blue flora print silk scarf.  "Yoon Jihoo where did that come from?"

 - "Mollah?"  Ilana tried to hold the scarf to see the label but he wouldn't let her.  Swatting her hands away, he tied it around her neck and faced it to the side so her aquamarine necklace was still visible.  Joy had come over to investigate the tissue that had been discarded on the couch.  "Joy-ah, isn't Umma yippeun?"  Jihoo spun Ilana around for the cats benefit.

 - "Jihoo-yah, hajima!"  Ilana protested, in between laughing.  "When did you become a big kid?  Jeongmal, where did this come from?"  Ilana ducked into the guest bathroom to see the end result of Jihoo's makeover.  The scarf was beautiful and looked very expensive.  The flowers were bright blue and red of varying shapes and sizes while the leaves were an olive green and twined all over the scarf.  Exiting the bathroom, she sighed, giving him the 'I can't believe you spent money on me' look.  "Gomawo, it's lovely."  Ilana hugged him tenderly.  "Jihoo-yah knows he doesn't need to spend money on me and you deliberately hid the label so I can't see the brand.  Here I was telling JaeKyung Unnie you weren't extravagant."

 - "Na knew you were going to wear that dress and I saw the scarf in the store and thought of you."

 - "Aha and Jihoo just happened to be passing by the woman's accessories."

 - "Mmm.  Kaja."  His poker face with the barely suppressed humor was back on.  He slipped the jacket he had given her over her shoulders.  "It will be ten degrees cooler in Rochester than here."

 - "Eottoke!  Don't distract me."  She wrapped his arm with hers as they left the apartment.  "Na will have to go shopping for Jihoo.  There has to be something you need, besides handkerchiefs."

Jaejoong had agreed to meet Mr. García in his restaurant office before picking up Abigaíl and Isabel.  He had been a little too busy to give him his attention the night before and asked Jaejoong to come back.  Jaejoong flashed back to the short conversation he had with Abigail’s Father the night before.  He had entered the kitchen and kneeled, surprising him.

 - "Jwasongmnida, Abeojim, jwasongmnida."

 - "Abigaíl de que se trata esto (Abigaíl, what is this about)?"  Her Dad asked.

 - "Te quiere pedir disculpas (He wants to apologize)."  Abigail’s Dad gave her a curious look.

"Haber, de que se tiene que disculpar (alright what's does he need to apologize for)?"  Mr. Garcia pierced Jaejoong with a look only the Father of a daughter could give.

 - "Go on, tell him." Abigaíl prompted.

- "I-I was drunk and ended up in front of your house, Tuesday night.  Abigaíl let me sleep on the couch.  Jwasongmnida, you don't know how frightened I was to not even know how I got there?"  Jaejoong was still looking down at the floor and still on his knees.  Mr. García wasn't saying anything and Jaejoong was therefore heartened to continue.  "Jwasongmnida, I beg your forgiveness for my foolish act.  I tried to avoid temptation and failed.  All I can do is beg your forgiveness.  When I was at the height of my drinking, I remembered I didn't want to be there.  I asked myself how I would face your daughter after that.  She was counting on me and I failed her.  Jwasongmnida, Jwasongmnida, that's all I can say.  It's my formal apology for being a coward."

Abigaíl could see he was trembling from nervousness.  Her Father looked at her, drawing his own conclusions.

Mr. Garcia could tell the young Doctor obviously had feelings for his daughter and it seemed the Lord delivered him safely to their doorstep, despite his foolishness.  He had to respect him for coming forward to tell him what happened.  His daughter must have put him up to it and why else would he have come if he didn't care for her.  He wanted to be angry at him but he had a feeling his daughter already gave him a piece of her mind.  She was very much like her Mother in temperament.  No, the young Doctor was shaken enough and who was he to judge.  He was once in his place, begging his wife not to leave him.

Jaejoong arrived at the restaurant.  Mr. García had told him to come back and see him today before picking up Abigaíl and Isabel.  The restaurant had been much too busy to give him his undivided attention.  "Well, at least he didn't forbid me to take Abigaíl and Isabel to the theatre.  That ought to be reassuring, right?"  He hoped.  Sighing he got out of the SUV.  "Yah, Yesu, can you help me out here?  I don't deserve it but whatever I can do to make it up to you...?"  He didn't know if you can make it up to God but he needed all the help he could get if he was going to convince Abigail's Dad, that he loved his daughter.

One of the employees greeted him as he walked in the door.  "Table for one or would you like to sit at the bar?"  The restaurant had a small area where beer, wine, and small dishes were served.

 - "Ah, no, I have an appointment with Mr. García."

 - "I see, I'll go see if he's ready for you."  The hostess was curious.  She had heard that a boyfriend of one of the daughters had knelt before the owner.  Perhaps there would be a wedding in the near future.

 - "Thank you."  The question was:  was Jaejoong ready?

The waitress came back about a minute later.  "He'll meet you in his office."

 - "Thank you."  Jaejoong swallowed and walked towards the door.  The door was ajar and he knocked quickly before walking in.  "Abeojim," Jaejoong immediately gave his keunjeol (big bow).

 - "Siéntase por favor (Please sit)," Mr. Garcia gestured to the chair.  He didn't really understand the bowing or some of what the boy said but thought he meant well.

 - "Mr. Garcia, I have great news.  I was told I didn't drive myself that night.  A tow truck dropped me off in front of your house!"

 - "How you in front of my house?"  Mr. García was glad Jaejoong didn't drive himself but he was still drunk.  He had prayed for a while last night, wanting to know what to do about this boy but he kept seeing a younger version of himself.  That was his answer; he needed to tell Jaejoong how the Lord saved him.

 - "I...don't know that.  I don't remember the tow truck, much less giving the driver an address."  The momentary excitement of having not driven drunk was replaced by the shame of still having been drunk.

 - "Why drink?"

Jaejoong shrugged his shoulders.  "Mollah?  My parents left for home that day.  I hate when they leave and usually get drunk that day, so I forget to be lonely.  But I didn't want to get drunk; I drove my own car so I wouldn't drink."  Mr. García nodded his head so Jaejoong could continue.  "I went to the gym after the airport but no matter what I did, I wasn't numb enough.  That's when I ran into a drinking buddy.  I thought I shouldn't join him but I also thought I could turn away after one or two drinks.  I-I was wrong."

 - "El que confía en sí mismo es un necio; el que actúa con sabiduría estará a salvo."

Jaejoong understood Spanish better than he spoke it.  “He who trusts in his own heart is dumb but whoever walks wisely will be safe?  I was dumb because I didn't walk away like I should have?"

 - "The Lord make me think on you.  Luciana estaba recién nacida (Luciana was just a baby), I have beautiful wife, business good.  Me, empty in here."  Mr. García pointed to his heart.  "Drink and play cards with friends many times.  Paula get mad each time.  Yell at me many things, how can I say I love her and Luciana when I come home drunk.  What if something happen to me and can no longer support my family.  Near Luciana first birthday, I go out with friends again, drinking like always.  Friends want to me stay longer, have fun they say.  Always working they say, who cares what wife say, I was head of house.  I hear what I want to hear and I stay and drink more.  I get in car late, think I can drive home if I go slow.  Take small streets.  I get to a red light of busy street, I can't find break if not stop I will run light.  I afraid, then see what look like a person crossing street, I take wheel and turn to right, hard.  The car roll over.  I have deep cut from glass but I am fine.  I crawl out of car and no one on street but even if late, many cars on other street.  If I not stop I could killed other people and me too."

Jaejoong listened intently.  Amazed at the story the older man was telling him.  Not exactly the same as his but very similar to his own.   "Did you see the person crossing the street?"  Jaejoong asked.

 - "There was no one, only cars; I was arrested for driving drunk.  I make horrible mess for my family.  Cost a lot of money to fix my record.  Paula was very worried and disappointed but thankful I alive.  Even after everything, she forgave me.  She say God spare me, she will sin if not forgive me.  Paula say I make her sin by making her get angry with me.  She not need more sins.  I think it was angel stop me from continue."

 - "What happened after?"

 - "The Sunday after, I go to Church and thank God for saving my life.  I ask him to change me, to live in me so I not want drink.  After, I no want drink or go with old friends.  I dedicate my life to God, the Church, and my family.  I like to cook; I begin cooking once a week for entire Church and anyone else who wants food.  I lost much money from accident but Lord gave it back to me when l began to put him first.  Everything else followed.  He bless my business and my family.  I pray for you.  He tell me, talk to him.  Tell him what I do for you.  Abigaíl and Isabel are special, they have the light of Jesus inside of them.  You see it and you want to know more, Jesus call you.  What answer you give him?  Take my daughter today with my blessings.  Come to Church tomorrow and spend day with our family.  After, we talk more."

 - "Kansamnida Aboejim, Kansamnida!!"  Jaejoong bowed again, before happily running off to get Abigaíl and Isabel.

Mr. García sat, shaking his head.  The young Doctor wasn't bad, just a little lost.  They were all lost at one time.  "Alguna vez estuve perdido, pero ahora me he encontrado Estuve ciego pero ahora veo (I once was lost, but now am found, Was blind, but now I see)"  Singing the words to his favorite hymn, Mr. García rose from his chair and went back to the kitchen.

Jaejoong just couldn't believe his good fortune.  Not only were Abigaíl and Isabel in his car but he had her Father's blessing.  At least for today but he was invited to spend the day with the family again tomorrow.  He kept glancing over at Abigaíl and smiling.  She looked beautiful as always in a teal-colored dress and strappy silver heels.  Hair curled and parted to the side.  He thought about it, she hadn't worn her hair in a bun in months and wondered if it had anything to do with him.  He chuckled to himself.

Abigaíl shook her head at him.  "What are you laughing about?"

 - "Mollah, I'm just happy.  Wait, I just said I was happy."  Jaejoong was amazed.  His parents had just left a few days ago and he was happy. "Jagiya, I owe it all to you and Isabel."

Abigaíl smiled softly.  He really was different or did she, knowing him better, see him in a different light?  No, he had changed.  He was not the same Dr. Jaejoong who had a new nurse or female doctor on his arm every other day.  Although other than this week, she had never seen him drunk but she'd heard the stories.  "I wanted to tell you...I wanted you to talk to my Dad, not just as punishment but because I knew he could help.  I thought if you heard his story...it would...help."  Suddenly embarrassed, she turned to look out the window.

Jaejoong took Abigail's hand and kissed it quickly before she could react.  "Jagiya, kansamnida.  I don't deserve you but I’m so grateful that you've been an active part of my life these six months.  I can't imagine my life without you and Isabel in it."

Abigaíl, suddenly shy by his intense words, remained quiet.  Isabel, however, could be heard giggling in the back seat.  Abigaíl turned her head and Jaejoong glanced in the rearview mirror.  Both began to laugh at seeing Isabel sound asleep in her seat.  "Kids, cars, and long rides.  It never fails, they go straight to sleep."  Abigaíl commented.

 - "Deh, it's been a long ride for her, poor baby.  We made her get up early."  It was a five-hour ride to Rochester.  His parents usually made a several day trip out of it and stayed at a nearby hotel.  Although his intentions would be honorable, he was sure Mr. Garcia's blessing wouldn't extend to an overnight stay.  Plus, he wouldn't want to put himself in temptation's way again.  "I forgot my parents usually spend a few days in the area when they come.  I'm glad you guys came."

 - "Well, Isabel would really like it."  Again, she shied away from her own feelings.  She didn't know why; although Luciana was the boldest and most outspoken of all three sisters, Abigaíl was not known to be shy.

 - "We'll be there in about twenty minutes; I'll call Jihoo and let him know."  He smiled at her.  It was the outspoken woman with fire in her eyes he fell in love with, but this tender and shy woman next to him was just as endearing.  He knew this side of Abigaíl existed, just not for him.  So, this was a treat.

Jihoo terminated the call via his Bluetooth.  "Since Jaejoong is about ten minutes behind us, do you want to stay in the car or walk around?"  Jihoo was just about to pull in the parking lot.

 - "Walk around!"  Although they'd made great timing, Ilana was more than ready to get out of the car.  Still not familiar with the state, she was shocked when Jihoo said they'd be leaving around eight-thirty in the morning.  She made them breakfast burritos for the road and a few light snacks to tide them over until dinner.  This way Jihoo could get more sleep, as he would be driving.

 - "Mianhae, we should have brought the Escalade."

 - "Anieyo!  This car is fine; it's not uncomfortable at all.  I'm just ready to stretch my legs."  She tried to wave away his concern for her comfort.  "Jihoo-yah just got back from a fourteen-hour flight and had to turn around and get up early today.  What time would you have had to have the SUV brought to you or gone to get it?"

 - "Deh, hajiman Na could have had the driver pick us up at the airport instead of Jaekyung's."

 - "Gwenchana, don't worry about it."

Jihoo valeted the car and took Ilana by the arm.  She wrapped her arms around his, while they walked.  He had to confess, he really liked when she did that.  "Warm enough?"  He rubbed her arm with his free hand.

 - "Mmm, gomawo."  She smiled contentedly.  "I confess, I'm a little excited.  I haven't been to the theatre in so long."

 - "Wae?"  Jihoo knew not to ask too many questions and let Ilana open up on her own.

 - "Mollah, na just stopped.  Kike got some roles, during times when Ricky Martin was not on tour but I never went to see him."  Ilana felt bad about her lie again but wanted to give him an answer.  Even if it wasn't the entire truth.

 - "Ilana's Oppa didn't get upset?"

 - "Anieyo, it was always here in New York and Jihoo knows how much I like to fly."  He smiled at her joke, but he could see the hint of sadness in her eyes which was gone as quickly as it appeared.  "He did make me accompany him to a few award shows when they were in Los Angeles."  Jihoo didn't respond, letting her say what she wanted to say.  "I hated it."  He figured she would.  "They were always packed and long but Kike always said he wanted to show off his 'Manita'.  That's his pet name for me.  I don't know how he started calling me that, it just happened and it stuck.  He's always been a good Oppa and friend, even if I drove him crazy like nae Oppa-deul and Jihoo."  Ilana flashed him the smile he loved to see.

 - "Maybe Ilana can introduce us one day and we can exchange notes."

 - "There's Abigaíl and Jaejoong!"  Ilana was saved from answering.  She had seen them coming from the corner of her eye.  Jaejoong was carrying Isabel.  "Isabel must have fallen asleep in the car.  Kaja," Ilana stood and took Jihoo's hand with both of hers.

 - "Arraso," Joy has been rubbing off on Ilana.  "You're getting demanding."  Ilana stuck her tongue out at him.  "Deh, just like Joy."

 - "Oh!!  Come on you, eeliwah."  Why did he get the feeling she didn't want him meeting her brother.  Perhaps he really did have stories to tell.  This made him smile on top of her tugging on his hand.

 - "Hi!"  They had caught up with the other half of their party.  Isabel clung sleepily to Jaejoong's neck.  "Hola preciosa muñeca, que linda estas hoy. (Hello precious doll, how lovely you are today)."

Isabel grinned shyly in her white dress edged with silver piping.

 - "Isabel-ah isn't shy.  Isabel-ah where's your greeting for Ajussi!"  Jihoo said sternly.

Isabel began to giggle.  Evidently, Jihoo's stern look had the same effect on her as it did Ilana.  "Annyeong hasseyo Ajussi."  Isabel bowed, squealing, as Jaejoong tilted her so she could 'bow' to Jihoo.

 - "Coqueta (flirt)," Abigaíl said in exasperation.

 - "Igual que su padrastro (just like her stepfather)."  Ilana teased.

Jaejoong smiled immediately and Abigaíl changed the subject.  "Let's get going, the show starts in fifteen minutes."

The happy little family led the way and Jihoo and Ilana brought up the rear.  Jihoo reached out to re-take Ilana's arm.  Without thought, she grabbed the offered arm and they both looked at each other smiling.  This was going to be an interesting afternoon.

They were seated in the box seat in the front four seats, even though they were five.  Isabel sat on Jaejoong's lap and this way no one had to sit in the second row.

Ilana had no expectations when the show began, as she had never seen the cartoon, only read the original fairy tale.  Soon she became completely absorbed in the show with a smile permanently on her face.

Jihoo was enjoying the show but more so the expressions on Ilana's face.  Although a bit jumpy when the beast captured Belle, she was now almost as bent forward as Isabel.

Ilana was particularly engrossed in the scene below her but thought she felt Jihoo looking at her.  When she turned to look at him, his eyes were on the stage.  It was dark and she couldn't see that tell-tale spark of humor in his eyes, she leaned back and continued watching the show.  Occasionally, out of the corner of her eye, she thought Jihoo was looking right at her but when she turned to look, he was once again was faced forward.  She would shrug it off as tricks of the lighting and shadows, turning her eyes back to the show.

Soon Act 1 was over.  Ilana was in tears for 'Beast', who let Belle leave, realizing he was doomed to stay a beast forever if he couldn't learn to love her.  Was she like the 'Beast'?  Never learning to give her heart to another.

 - "We're going to get refreshments," Jaejoong said at the start of the intermission.  "Are you two staying?"

Jihoo had heard Ilana sniffling.  "Na think we'll stay, deh?"  Ilana shook her head but didn't look their way.  When they had left, Jihoo squeezed Ilana's hand.  "Yah, gwenchana?" Still too choked up to talk, Ilana just shook her head.  Jihoo pulled her to lean on his shoulder.  "What's this all about?"  He kissed the top of her head just because.  She had that pained look in her eyes again and it hurt him to see it.

Ilana couldn't help tear up again.  He was always so sweet to her.  She'd have to think of something to do for him.  "You're going to get dirty," she told him, afraid her makeup would run and ruin his suit.

 - "Is Ilana wearing waterproof mascara?"

 - "Pfft," she burst suddenly into laughter.

 - "Here," he began dabbing her face with his handkerchief.

 - "I can do it!"  Ilana pouted.

 - "Anieyo, I want to do it.  Now wae is Ilana crying?"  Still leaning against him, she shrugged her shoulders.  "Yah," he pulled a curl and tickled her cheek with it.

 - "Tickles!"  Ilana scrunched up her shoulders but Jihoo continued.  "I'll talk, I'll talk!"  She pushed his hand with one hand and pulled her hair out his grasp with the other.  "Pabo!" She playfully swatted his arm.

 - "Ah!"  He grabbed it in mock pain.  Ilana was giggling and in tears again from trying to stop.  "Arraso, talk to me."  He leaned her back against his shoulder.

 - "I just felt so sorry for the beast," Jihoo saw her brows furrow in concern.  "I mean, well...he doesn't really want to be bad, he can't help being a beast.  And what if there are people out there like him, due to extenuating circumstances; they just don't know how to love?  Are they all doomed to be monsters?"

Jihoo leaned his head against hers too.  He picked up her hand and sandwiched it in between his.  "Anieyo, that's why God made Belle's in this world, to show the Beasts of the world how to love.  It's up to them to listen."  He thought of JanDi and Gauel and even JaeKyung and now him.  Was she talking about herself?  Most likely. 

Ilana laughed at the reference.  "Gomawo," she was able to smile again.

He took her face in his hand and scrutinized it.  "Go fix your makeup, you have ten minutes."

 - "Arraso," she grabbed her purse and was about to stand.

 - "Wait."  Ilana was on the edge of her seat and he leaned over to kiss her forehead.  "Now you can go."

Ilana went off to the bathroom grinning like a dork.  How did he always have the right words?  She fixed her makeup but still couldn't wipe the silly grin off her face.  Jihoo could always make her smile, even when her heart felt like it's made of lead and just too heavy.  She thought of her necklace, wasn't that what YoungSaeng was trying to tell her?  That he could carry her?  But she didn't want to be carried; she wanted to walk on her own.  Jihoo somehow made it so that she could walk on her own or at least make her believe she was.  Looking at herself in the mirror, she shook her head.  "Yoon Jihoo, you have me thinking nonsense."

"The show will resume in five minutes."

Ilana heard the announcement and threw her powder and eye makeup back in her purse.  She began to run back to her seat along with many others.  Arriving at the stairs to the box seats, Ilana ended up right behind Jaejoong, Abigaíl, and Isabel.  "Hi, guys!"  Ilana called to them.

 - "Chica!  I thought you weren't getting up?  Are you okay?"

 - "Yup, just got a little too into the show, that's all."

 - "It's really good, Isabel is loving it."

Isabel was already dragging Dr. Prince back to their seats.

 - "After you, ladies."  Jaejoong bowed to them.

 - "Kansamnida, Uissa."  Ilana played back.

 - "Don't encourage him," Abigaíl said as she and Ilana made their way to their seats.

 - "He's just being a gentleman, relax and enjoy it."

Abigaíl thought Ilana had a point.  She didn't know what it was to have someone watch out for her or put her needs above theirs.  She was the middle child but her sister married young and she was forced to take over her responsibilities, making sure everything was okay with her parents and her younger sister.  It was no wonder she thought herself in love and married the first guy that came along.  Then Isabel came and that was one more responsibility.  Not that she would trade her for anything.  It's just Abigail’s needs or wants usually come last.  She didn't mind because she never thought of her needs first.  But Jaejoong saw to it that she had coffee, a blue tooth for her car (she didn't know she needed, but now wonders what she did without it), and even acts like a Father for Isabel.  That was another thing she didn't know she needed.  Abigaíl thought she could be enough for her daughter.  Evidently not.

Ilana sat back down next to Jihoo, "did you miss me?"  She .

 - "Anieyo, it was nice and quiet."  Ilana tried to pout and pretend she was going to cry but just ended up laughing as always.

Jihoo laughed with her and then took her hand in his.  "Deh, nomu bogoshipatso, happy now?"

Ilana beamed and shook her head.  Thankfully the theatre lights turned off again because Ilana felt strangely emotional all of a sudden.  She knew she wasn't sad.  Why would something as silly as their teasing make her want to cry?  She exhaled slowly regaining control of her emotions and sat back to enjoy the second act.

Jihoo also settled back to enjoy the rest of the show, smiling in the dark.  He couldn't help but love Ilana's smile and making her smile.  If one saw the sadness that sometimes lurked in her eyes, it pierced the heart.  But her smile was so sweet and her face lit up as a child’s on Children's Day.  It made him want to smile too.

Abigaíl watched as Belle helped the Beast back to the castle. When she cleaned his injuries and argued with him about whose fault it was, she pictured Jaejoong.  Grinning to herself she had to wonder, if Jaejoong was the Beast, then did that make her Belle?  Stifling a laugh, Jaejoong and Jihoo gave her a questioning look.  She ignored the looks and continued her mind wandering.  Maybe Isabel was Belle, but no, her daughter saw the Prince within the beast this entire time.  Abigaíl felt her face warm up.  She just referred to Dr. Jaejoong as a Prince.  What was she thinking?  She snuck a peek at him; he was perfectly at ease with Isabel on his lap, both grinning as they watched the show.  Maybe he did have a bit of Prince in him.  Smiling fondly at the pair next to her, she turned her attention back to the stage.

Jaejoong thought he had seen Abigaíl turn towards them but when he looked she was facing the stage with a smile on her face.  "What did you do to me?"  He thought.  "You really did capture me."  He decided on being bold.  He didn't look at her but laced his fingers through hers.  He felt her turn in surprise but she accepted his hand without saying anything and continued watching the show.  Had he turned to look, he would see a shy smile and a pink face.

When the Beast gave Belle his huge library, Ilana was on the edge of her seat in amazement.  Every book lover's dream was in that scene.  Jihoo watched her and smiled.  He leaned forward "would Ilana like a room like that?"  He whispered in her ear.  She turned to look at him with a smile on her face, only to catch him with a similar smile and steady gaze looking at her.  They both froze for what seemed the entire 'Something There'.  Ilana just gave a quick nod of her head.  Although Jihoo continued to smile at her, it was like his eyes said 'come to me in my castle and it will be yours'.

"What's there Mama?"

The song was over and Ilana shyly turned away to sit back, perplexed, not understanding exactly what was happening to her.  She felt hot and cold, her heart was hammering, and her hand, she could feel, trembled slightly and was a little disoriented.  It was almost like the night of her attack, but there was no pain or sorrow; just these strange sensations that left her almost breathless.

Jihoo leaned back also wondering what exactly happened.  They had frozen, each held by the other's unwavering gaze.  Almost as if they had been caught up in the fictional enchantment of the show.  He was experiencing his own rapid heartbeat.  When he glanced her way, her brows were furrowed in concern.  He wanted to feel if her pulse was racing as much as his.

Ilana tried to concentrate on the show, despite the odd sensations that were finally beginning to subside.  She felt Jihoo take her hand.  The warmth of his touch wiped away any lasting anxiety she was having.

 - "Ilana-yah… cold?"  He whispered.  Her fingers were a little cold; he took her hand in a way that he could still feel for her pulse.  It was a little faster than her norm.

Ilana shook her head to indicate she wasn't cold, but she had goosebumps.  "Liar, eeliwah."  He removed his jacket and placed it over her, then leaned her to his shoulder.  Her own jacket was in the coat check downstairs.

Ilana couldn't help but smile.  He was the perfect gentleman in every way.  The jacket smelled wonderfully of his own soothing scent, a mixture of soap and shampoo.  "Gomawo," she whispered back.  "This feels nice."  They stayed in this position for the duration of the show.

Jaejoong glanced over to Jihoo and saw them cuddled up together and smiled.  He still held Abigail's hand and Isabel on his lap.  He couldn't be happier.  "Kansamnida," he whispered although not exactly sure to whom.

 - "What did you say?"  Abigaíl heard Jaejoong speak and realized her hand was still entwined with his.  She tried to withdraw her hand, but he only grasped it tighter.

 - "Mama, he said 'Thank you’."  Isabel answered, cutting off her Mother's protest at not getting her hand back.

 - "Who did you say that too?  Abigaíl asked.

 - "I don't know.  Maybe it's to Abigail-ssi for making me so happy today."

Abigaíl rolled her eyes at him.  "Who falls for your cheesy lines?"

 - "Abi-ah, na can see you blushing."

 - "I am not," she said a little louder than she should have.  Jihoo, who was seated next to her, gave her a curious look.  Abigaíl was horrified to feel her cheeks actually getting warm.

Jihoo grinned and turned his attention back to the stage.  "What was that all about?"  Ilana looked up briefly; otherwise, she was still ensconced comfortably in his jacket.

"Na think Abi-ssi wants her hand back and Jaejoong won't give it to her."  Jihoo felt Ilana grin on his shoulder.

 - "Choah, I hope he doesn't give it her."

By the end of the show, Ilana was in tears again.  She was happy that Beast was saved and that he was able to love before the last rose petal fell, lifting the curse.  Thankfully, she had held on to Jihoo's handkerchief and now dabbed her eyes with it.  He just laughed at her.  "I can't help it; I've told you I've become a total crybaby in the last year."

 - "Na didn't say anything."

 - "You're laughing and don't worry, I'll wash your handkerchief."  This made him laugh even more.

 - "Tía?  Why are you crying?"  Isabel asked, a little concerned.

 - "I'm just being silly, preciosa (precious), happy endings make me cry."

 - "Let's get some food and hit the road, I have two princesses to deliver back to their castle," Jaejoong said.

Jihoo and Ilana looked at each other and laughed.

 - "Wae?  It's true."  He looked up some of the restaurants on his Galaxy Note 4.

They settled for Panera Bread Co.  Not quite fine dining, but good food and fast, which is what they needed.  Jaejoong was on a natural high, he'd held Abigail’s hand for most of the second act and he had his little jagiya by his side a well.  Life couldn't be better at this moment.  "Jihoo-yah, take a picture of us," he handed his phone to Jihoo.

 - "No, that's okay, you don't need a picture," Abigaíl tried to protest in embarrassment.

 - "Yes, you do," Ilana butted in.  "Jihoo-yah, I'll take it.  HyungJun Oppa was the ship's photographer and he made me assist him all the time."  Ilana had the three scoot closer together with Isabel on her knees and her arms around both Abigaíl and Jaejoong.  "There, that came out perfect."  Abigail’s smile was tentative but it worked to portray the loving family that Ilana was going for.

 - "Daeback, now it's your turn," Jaejoong announced.

 - "We don't need our picture taken," Ilana tried to protest.

 - "Gwenchana," Jihoo told Ilana, surprising them both.

 - "Arraso," Ilana agreed.

 - "Hana, Dol...Jihoo-yah, put your arm around her.  You’re supposed to be friends right?  Ilana, lean turn and lean your head in, like you're telling him a secret."  Ilana giggled a little but complied and when Jihoo's arm came around her time froze again.  It was the oddest thing.  They heard the camera go off but neither moved for a few more seconds.

Jaejoong and Abigaíl looked at each other grinning.

 - "Tía!  Ajussi!  Are you playing freeze."  Spell broken, they looked away, laughing at each other.

 - "We must have zoned out for a few seconds."  Jihoo covered for them, he didn't know why that kept happening but he didn't want Ilana to feel awkward.  He took a bite of his sandwich.  "This is very good, here try some."  Jihoo had cut off a quarter of the sandwich.

 - "Anieyo gwenchanayo, I'm good."  Ilana had ordered soup in a bread bowl.

 - "Ilana will be hungry again later."  He had that face that said 'I won't change my mind'.

 - "Arraso," she conceded, "one bite."  Ilana covered in shock as she tried to swallow.  "Don't...like...horseradish."  She quickly gulped down her water.  The others were laughing at the horrified face she was making.  There were even tears in her eyes.

 - "Mianhamnida," Jihoo tried hard to stifle his laugh.

 - "Gwenchana,” Ilana said, only a little upset.  "Jihoo-yah didn't know I didn't like horseradish."  Ilana took a spoonful of soup to clear her palate of the stinging sour taste of the horseradish.

 - "Na will get us some brownies for dessert, chocolate I know Ilana likes."  Jihoo smiled at her.

 - "Na want the biggest brownie they have."

 - "Dr. Prince, can we get brownies too?"  Isabel's eyes lit up at the mention of chocolate.

 - "Only if Umma says it's okay?  Umma?"

Abigaíl was actually surprised he deferred to her.  "It's okay but if they are too big, we're splitting it, okay?"  The last thing she wanted was a hyper Isabel stuck in the car for five hours.

 - "Arraso Umma," Isabel agreed happily.

They discussed the show, finished their meal, had dessert, ordered warm drinks for the road and used the proper facilities.  Everyone agreed it had been a long, but enjoyable day.

 - "Next time, we can all come together in the Journey, it's more than big enough," Jaejoong said as they all walked out together.

 -  "Mmm, Abigaíl and Isabel can spend the night at my house.  I have an extra room."  Ilana could tell Jaejoong would have liked to offer the same thing but that would meet with a big resounding 'no' by her parents.

 - "I don't know, my parents are weird about us spending the night at other people's houses."

 - "Mmm, then we should just get married soon, I believe 'Cinderella' will be showing here later this year."

 - "Deh!  Dr. Prince, Umma, let's get married!"

 - "See it's a great idea, jagiya even thinks so."

Abigaíl looked at him speechlessly, while Ilana and Jihoo smiled.  "Le das la mano, y te toma el brazo," Abigaíl mumbled.  "Let's go, I don't want to get home at midnight."

 - "What did she say?"  Jaejoong asked Ilana when Abigail’s back was turned.

Giggling, Ilana responded.  "I think what she was trying to tell you that she gave you an inch and now you want the whole foot."

 - "Huh?"

 - "Slow down, you guys aren't even in a formal relationship yet."

 - "Of course we are," Jaejoong pulled Abigaíl back to him and kissed her cheek, mortifying her even further.  "I even spoke to her Dad, well not officially I guess, but unofficially.  He knows my intentions."

Jihoo and Ilana laughed out loud at the news.  "So that's what you did last night at her restaurant?"

 - "Deh!"  Jaejoong said proudly.

 - "Come on," Abigaíl pulled him by the wrist to the car.

 - "Wait, that's what the guys do, not the other way around," Ilana watched her friend drag away her new boyfriend.

 - "Mmm,” Jihoo smiled and grabbed her wrist.  "Kaja, Joy will be upset if you get home too late."

 - "Deh, Ajussi," Ilana rolled her eyes and allowed herself to be dragged off to the car.

They all said goodbye and went their separate ways.  Ilana and Jihoo listened to music and were content to let the silence reign for a while.  Jaejoong and Abigaíl had their own quiet discussion while Isabel watched movies on the DVD player in the back.

 - "Yah, Abigaíl García," Jaejoong started.  "You know I'm serious and not joking about marrying you.  I know I still have to prove to you my worth but I'd like very much if you..."  He wanted to say 'if you consider yourself my girlfriend', but the words got stuck.  "...begin to take me seriously."

 - "I know you’re serious, at least I think you are.  I mean, why else would you consent to talk to my Dad?  This is just...a little overwhelming.  Isabel's biological Father didn't want the responsibility of a child, even if we were married.  I decided I didn't need a husband; I could raise her on my own.  It's been hard but I did it.  I have a good job and a great family but...you make me see my weaknesses.  I never realized she needed that male figure in her life.  My Dad is just Papá Mío.  He fulfills the role of grandpa and nothing more.  You interact differently with her than him or me, for that matter.  As for me, I told the Lord my life was His.  I never felt like dating or even remotely developed feelings for anyone.  You yelled at me, telling me I'd walk all over that nurse Rosendo and I'd be in a boring marriage.  We were never more than acquaintances but I resented you because you were right.  I thought if I ever get into a relationship, it would be to someone I can control.  And yet you bulldozed into my life and..."

 - "...turned your head?"  Jaejoong grinned.

 - "I was going to say, took control." Abigaíl glared at the smirk on his face.

 - "Anieyo jagiya has it wrong.  You walked into my life and completely turned my head and took control.  Na don't know when I began to chase after the impossible.  I've always had a deep respect for you.  You had that conviction, your fiery spirit. The way you always stand up for injustice.   The way you always have a smile for everyone and take care of your co-workers.  I fell in love with your family first and somehow, I began to want the unattainable.  I was so jealous when I saw Umma had invited Choi Seunghyun-ssi over that day to meet you.  That guy is no good and the thought of him laying a hand on you drove me insane.  I guess that's when I began to fall in love with you but I didn't desire just a one night stand or a passing fling.  I wanted everything, you, Isabel, family but I didn't deserve you, I wasn't worthy.  How could a respectable girl want a relationship with me?"

 - "I don't know when I started praying for you, the Lord must have put you in my heart.  The more I prayed the more you changed.  I still kept you at a distance, because that's what I was supposed to do.  But I think deep in my heart, I began to see you in a different light.  The same Bible verse kept coming up everywhere.  'Delight yourself in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart.'  I didn't understand what He was trying to tell me.  But I've never wavered in my faith since I had Isabel and I just continued being me, whom He wanted me to be, but somewhere along the line, I realized you were the desire of my heart.  But He was also telling me not to lose focus on Him, keep praying and he'd take care of the rest."

 - "You're an amazing woman.  To you l was the worst...what do you guys say?  Scumbag?  And yet, you still prayed for me?"

Abigaíl laughed.  "I can't take the credit, I didn't pray willingly.  Then one day, Isabel and I were reading the story of Jonah..."

 - "The guy that got swallowed by a whale?"

 - "There's more to it than that, but yes.  Jonah didn't think the people of Nineveh deserved to repent and receive forgiveness, so he went in the opposite direction.  But you can't outrun God and well you know, I tell Isabel, God put him in time out.  I realized I was being like Jonah, I thought you didn't deserve my prayers.  But since I didn’t want to be put in time out by God, I began to really pray and be-nice-to-you."  Abigaíl mumbled the last few words in embarrassment.

It was Jaejoong's turn to laugh.  "Gomawo, for not wanting time out."  He took her hand and kissed the back of it.  "Saranghaeyo, I'll be the man you need me to be."

Abigaíl tried to pull her hand away.  "Drive!  What did I tell you about thinking and driving?"  Jaejoong smiled at this.  "Anyway, just be the man God wants you to be.  Don't make promises you can't keep."  Jaejoong was about to protest and Abigaíl quickly continued.  "Not that you don't intend to keep them, that's not what I mean.  You're not perfect, only Jesus is and you'll screw up, but if you have Him in your life, you can dust yourself off and get back on your feet.  I'm not perfect either, so don't put me on a pedestal.  I'll get angry," at this she looked to the window.  "But I don't think you'd let me be angry for very long."

It was past ten-thirty when Jihoo pulled into their parking garage.  Ilana had fallen asleep about forty-five minutes prior.  They rode back in comfortable silence only speaking on occasion, usually about a music score that was playing.  Jihoo was very impressed with her music knowledge.  "Do you play an instrument?"  He had finally asked.

 - "Only as a child, I've forgotten how."  So she claimed, Ilana knew if she closed her eyes, she could still feel the piano keys underneath her fingers.

Jihoo had heard that longing in her voice.  Was it because she didn't remember?  When he had looked over to her she had fallen asleep and a tear glistened from the oncoming car lights.  He wiped it carefully with his finger and kept driving.

 - "Ilana-yah, we're home," he took her hand, patting it.  "Wake up or I'm carrying you and I don't know you're house code."

Ilana could hear Jihoo's voice as if far away.  She struggled to open her eyes.  When she finally did, she realized they were in the parking garage.  "Mianhae, how long was I out?"  She stretched and rubbed her face.

 - "Almost the last hour.  Come, let's get upstairs."

 - "Arraso," she let Jihoo get out first and waited for him to open her door.  She took his arm as they walked.  "Jihoo-yah that was so much fun.  I want to go back to another show.  Papi, Mama and I used to go to a lot of different shows.  From classical music to Broadway shows."  Jihoo couldn't tell what she was thinking.  It could be she was just tired, but he remembered the tear from earlier.  A painful memory perhaps?

Finally arriving at her door, she entered the key code and walked in, Jihoo behind her.  She turned to hug him good night.  "Gomawo, I really had fun today," leaning her head on his chest playfully.

He then rested his chin on the top of her head.  "Na had fun too, gomawo for accompanying me."

 - "Anieyo, Jihoo accompanied me."  Ilana laughed.  "Jihoo-ah, your chin is boney.

They broke apart laughing.  Jihoo then bowed to Ilana like an English gentleman before wrapping his arm around her waist, taking her hand and waltzing her around the living room, catching her completely off guard.  She felt clumsy like the Beast and he was graceful like Belle, but she didn't care.  It was late, she was tired, but she wouldn't miss this moment for the world.

After a few minutes of waltzing, they both sat down on the couch laughing.  Ilana leaned her head on his shoulder, "Jihoo-yah is a pabo."

 - "Mmm, so is na chingu."

 - "Deh, jeogumyo (a little)."

 - "I'll let you get sleep and I should too.  I have to do rounds in the morning.  Jalja," he lifted her head from his shoulder and kissed her cheek.  When he stood she clung to his hand.

 - "Help me up and I'll walk you to the door."

 - "Lazybones," he pulled her up effortlessly.

 - "Jalja ajussi," she gave him another quick hug and stood on her toes to give him a peck on the cheek.  "Don't work too hard tomorrow."

 - "Na won't because Ilana will call me in the morning and beg to help me."

 - "Naega sleeping in tomorrow."

Jihoo raised his eyebrow in a 'yeah right' look.

 - "What's that look for Ajussi.  Ka."

He stepped out her door grinning to himself.

She closed the door grinning to herself as well.  She felt her heart beating fast again and attributed it to the dancing and the laughing.  She hung up her coat and having already discarded her shoes, picked them up and went into her room.  Joy was asleep on the pillows.  Ilana began to remove her jewelry and the scarf.  It really was beautiful.  She could tell the quality of the silk was high.  She knew the value of things, even if she preferred not to spend that kind of money on herself.  Looking for the maker, she finally found it.  "Gucci.  Yoon Jihoo is going to get it for spending so much money.  This isn't just a $50 or even a $100 scarf.  I'll have to find a way to get him back."  Ilana smiled, anticipating sweet revenge and went to wash her face and brush her teeth.

Jihoo went back to his apartment, but with a restless energy.  Every time he had looked at Ilana and their eyes caught, there was something there.  It made his heart race and he felt her pulse quicken as well.  He's known for some time that he was falling in love with her, but he'd never felt that rush of energy before.  He thought that was just in the Drama's.  Maybe he had felt something similar with SeoYung; after all, he had a school boy's crush on her but not like this.  And JanDi, well, despite his love for her, she belonged to JunPyo.  It hurt him when she rejected him, but he knew it would happen that way.  He was just kidding himself.  He needed to play in order to remove some of this nervous energy.  He took his violin outside and played the piece he had played for Ilana on her birthday.

Union, NJ

It was almost eleven when Jaejoong pulled up in front of Abigail’s home.  They looked in the back and Isabel was sound asleep.  "Poor little jagi, she's finally out."  She had been watching her movies and keeping a running commentary up until the last hour.  The back seat had then become suddenly silent.

 - "Isabel, baby girl, we're home," Abigaíl called to her daughter.

 - "Anieyo!  What are you doing?  I'll take her."  Jaejoong hurriedly stepped out of the car and opened Abigail's door and gave her a hand to help her out.  He then opened the sliding door and carefully unbuckled Isabel.  Once he had her secure in his arm, he draped the blanket over her with the other.

Abigaíl watched Jaejoong, taking her daughter out of the car as if he'd been done so numerous times since she was born.  "Another thing Father's do," Abigaíl sighed.  As her daughter got bigger and longer, carrying her from the car was something Abigaíl could no longer do.  But Jaejoong did so effortlessly.  Abigaíl unlocked the front door and allowed Jaejoong to enter first with Isabel.  They went upstairs and deposited Isabel gently on her bed. I'll just change her into pajamas really quick.  Jaejoong removed her shoes first.   "I'll wait in the hallway."  He then bent to give Isabel a kiss.  "Jalja."

Abigaíl finished tucking in Isabel and met Jaejoong in the hall.  "Thank you, I would have had to wake her up to bring her in.  Once she is awake it's hard for her to go back to sleep."

 - "Anieyo gwenchanayo.  I couldn't have you wake her up.  It's no bother; she's light as a feather."

 - "No, she's not," Abigaíl chuckled.  "She's dead weight when she's asleep."  They were now downstairs in the living room.  Abigaíl somehow wanted to keep talking, even if she should be asleep.  "How...is it that...you can just jump into our lives, well, Isabel's life...so effortlessly."

 - "Jealous, nae jagiya?"  He smirked at her.

 - "Yeah, I confess I am a little."

 - "Now you know how I felt when I saw you with your family.  I wanted so badly to be a part of that.  But really, I couldn't wait for my parents to see your family all together.  I think I was hoping they'd feel jealous too.  Ara, I mean I know abeoji has worked hard for the business and was disappointed I didn't follow in his footsteps but he never forced me to do something I didn't want to do.  And Umma, well...she has to follow her husband.  I had begun High School when they decided to build up the business here in the U.S., so I was old enough to be left alone for periods of time, but now I'm an adult.  I'm not supposed to need Mom and Dad, but I do."

 - "For this reason, a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and the two will become one flesh.”  That verse came to Abigail's head and she immediately pushed it out.  This was happening too fast all of a sudden.  She had just admitted to herself she had feelings for him.  She would spend all day with him again tomorrow.  Would she be able to concentrate at Church?  What more would he tell her Dad?  And what of her Mom?  Her Dad was the easy-going one.  Mom didn't want to even think of losing any of her daughters.  Abigaíl shook her head to dispel all these thoughts before she drove herself crazy.  She wasn't going anywhere.  They weren't even in an official relationship yet.  They were just talking and hanging out with the possibility of a relationship, right?

 - "Abi-yah?"  Jaejoong waived a hand in front of her face.  "Where did you go?"

 - "I'm sorry, I zoned out for a little."

 - "You're tired; I'll go so you can sleep.  I'll see you tomorrow."  He pulled her in for a tight hug before she could protest.

She did protest when he held on for a little too long.  "Hey!  Let go already.  My parents might wake up."

 - "We're not doing anything inappropriate.  Besides, it feels so nice to hold you like this.  It feels like you're already nae anae."

 - "Will you...let...go already."  Abigaíl managed to push away.

Jaejoong grinned.  "Arraso, but na get a goodnight kiss."

 - "Wha..."

Before she could completely panic he pulled her head forward and kissed her softly on the forehead.  When he felt her relax, he took her chin in his hand and bent to kiss each cheek, just as softly and slowly.  Looking at her when he was done, her eyes were wide in surprise.  He let his hand rest on her cheek for a second, it was warm.  She was blushing.  "These,” he let his finger caress her lips, "are for when we're official.  Maybe tomorrow."  He winked at her.  "Jalja anae."  He turned to go.

Abigaíl locked the door and stood a little wobbly.  "Help me out here, Lord?"  She called out.  "I'm falling too fast, what if he's not the one and I can't stop myself in time."

 - "Delight yourself in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart."  Again Abigaíl heard those words.  That promise brought her comfort.  "Lord, may he come back to you soon," she prayed.  "That's the desire of my heart, the rest...a relationship, marriage, may it be your will too."

Ilana lay in bed on the verge of sleep when Jihoo came to her mind.  Twice the oddest sensations had swept through her today.  They very much had something to do with Jihoo.  He made her feel not only special, but this happy bubble seemed to rise inside her chest when he looked at her intently as he had today.  She had found herself getting lost in his round eyes and sweet smile.

"The love of your life can be the next guy that knocks on your door."

 - "Stuff and nonsense," Ilana spoke out loud.  "This is all JaeKyung Unnie's fault.  She's putting strange ideas in my head.  Joy-ah, Jihoo is nae chingu, like Oppa, right?"  Joy opened one eye to look at her Umma and closed it again.  "Arraso Joy, the long day and the show got to me.  That's all."  She closed her eyes and took several deep breaths willing herself to relax and rid her mind of silly thoughts.

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