They would be landing at Incheon in two hours.  Jihoo had awakened a reluctant Ilana to change from her pajamas and freshen up.  She'd had a terrible flight.  Emotionally overdosed, the slightest thing brought tears to her eyes.  Jihoo held her hand and smiled at her.

The visit at her lawyer’s home had gone well, up until the visit was over and it was time for business.  After reviewing the company numbers and projects and subprojects for the last quarter, he took out another portfolio.

 - "Your parents wanted to make sure you had a gift from them on your wedding day but also wanted to protect you."  Jihoo nodded and knew where this was going but Ilana looked at the attorney in confusion.  "Their will stipulates that only you and your children can have any dealings with the company.  Your husband can never be named chairman, CEO, or have controlling stock."

 - "W-why?"

 - "It's for your protection, Sarang, had you married someone who was inept or using you to get his hands on the company.  Also, in case of a divorce, the company and all your property are protected from being split in half under the law."  Ilana just widened her eyes in shock that her parents would think of her marriage at ten years old or that she could possibly pick the wrong person, which of course she almost did.  Before tears could fall again, Jihoo took her hand.  "I have no problem signing the prenuptial agreement.  I have my own inheritance and Ilana is entitled to all of it.  Just tell me where I sign."

 - "You're fortunate in this young man, Miss Ilana."

 - "I know that," and it wasn't for the financial aspect.  He was just a gift.  Could God have really set him aside just for her?

 - "Next, your parents left a video testament with a gift for you and your husband."

Ilana's parents appeared smiling on the screen behind the attorney's back.  Ilana's floodgates were opened once more as her parents greeted her and her husband and apologized for not being able to be a part of her wedding.  As they continued, Ilana's cries became more severe and Jihoo held her in his arms, tearing up himself.  Her parents had given them her Mother's land in Spain on which the horse breeding farm is located.  Again, in case of a divorce, the land remained with Ilana and future children.

It had taken several cups of tea, to calm Ilana back down.

 - "I don't want it, Jihoo.  I don't want any of it.  If it meant having my parents back," she cried.

 - "Ara, Sarang, ara."  He cried with her and for her, suddenly seeing her parents come to life on the screen had been shocking.

The trip had ripped into a large pocket of carefully hidden grief.  She couldn't take anymore, she begged Jihoo to let them leave for Seoul.  That was how they ended up leaving for Seoul on the last flight Sunday night.  Everyone was surprised by his call that they'd be arriving two days early.

The plane had landed and Ilana had dozed back off.  She'd fought sleep most of the way, afraid of nightmares in her current emotional state.  It was late into the flight when she agreed to take a sedative.  The effects were still in her system.  Jihoo grabbed both their carry on’s.  Perhaps it was a blessing they had reluctantly left Joy with Suzy.  Suzy fell in love with the cat and offered to catsit, since it wasn't fair for Joy to be sedated and stuck in a carrier for thirteen hours to Seoul and fourteen hours back to New York.  Although, he didn't plan on them staying in Seoul for the entire three weeks they'd be gone.

Toting the carry on's and keeping Ilana from falling in her groggy state, they made it through customs and onto the waiting JanDi, Gaeul, and Secretary Jung.

 - "Sunbae!!!  Ilana!!"  The two girls ran up to him.

 - "Yoon Jihoo-ssi, allow me to take those bags," Secretary Jung came forward.

 - "Kansamnida, Secretary Jung."

Ilana tried to smile, "annyeong hasseyo."  Attempting a bow, she immediately felt dizzy.  Jihoo thankfully had only let go of her with one hand, long enough to give Secretary Jung, his laptop case and violin.

 - "Ooh!  Ilana gwenchana?"

 - "She's exhausted."  Jihoo ducked down, "Ilana-ssi has just earned herself a ride through the airport."

 - "Shiro, I'll be alright."

 - "Climb on or we don't move."

Ilana was too tired to protest further and gave in.  Secretary Jung retrieved their bags and led the way to the limo.  Thankfully, it was too early for reporters to be out.  He wanted to make the announcement at the Gala that Saturday and not a moment sooner.  Gaeul and JanDi remained quiet only long enough to get to the car.

 - "Jihoo Oppa," Gaeul began as soon as they were all in and the doors were closed.  "You're bringing Ilana to the gala, does this mean...?"

Ilana had closed her eyes and leaned against Jihoo.  She was freezing and tired but she smiled at Gael’s question.

 - "Gaeul-ah, what is it supposed to mean or did you already get a call from Ha JaeKyung?"

 - "Sunbae!  Na can tell Ilana is smiling under her scarf."

 - "Anieyo, Ilana has fallen asleep."  Ilana couldn't help giggle silently, not that she wouldn't be asleep again by the time they arrived at Jihoo's house.  His Seoul family was the last to know but he only wanted to say it once.  They knew what it implied to bring Ilana with him to the gala, so they could wait a little longer to know the details.

 - "Sunbae, you asked her and she said yes.  Majayo?"

 - "Mmm."

 - "Chukahae!  When will the wedding be?"  Gaeul asked eyes alight with excitement.

 - "Mollah, it will be an intimate wedding with just our closest friends."  Jihoo could hear the change in Ilana's breathing, she really had fallen back to sleep.

When they arrived at Jihoo's home, Ilana was still asleep; he carried her into the house and tucked her into his bed, the only western bed in the house.  He had removed all her outer layers, which were several and hung them up in his closet.  It was much colder in Seoul than it had been in New York.  Almost two hours until sunrise, he decided to roll out a mattress in the spare room and close his eyes for a little while.

By the time Jihoo had woken, Harabeoji had left for the clinic already.  He stretched like a cat; it had been a long time since he'd slept this long.  It was almost noon.  He checked on his fiancé who was still sleeping and decided to shower quickly and then get her up to eat.  Knowing Harabeoji, he left them soup and rice for breakfast.

By the time Jihoo was done, an hour had gone by.  Ilana was still asleep.  "Sarang," Jihoo kissed her cheek.  "Sarang, wake up," he kissed her forehead.  "Sarang, it's time to wake up," he kissed the corner of her lips.  "Sarang, I'm going to throw you in the shower if you don't wake up."

 - "Mmmm," she protested.

 - "You asked for it," he threw off her blankets and carried her screaming to his bathroom.

 - "Jihoo-yah!  Put me down!" she tried to wiggle out of his arms.

 - "Arraso," he said, arriving at the bathroom, he let her down and shut the door.  "I'll lay some clothes out for you, come to the kitchen when you're done."

 - "You are so dead!"  She shouted from the other side of the door.  All thoughts of revenge went out the door, once she was in his European shower.  He must have unpacked her toiletry bag since her hair products were in the shower but not her body wash.  In its place was a new bottle of The Body Shop Tea Tree Oil Invigorating Body Wash.  Ilana laughed, "Arraso, Sarang, I'll wake up."

After a breakfast of seaweed soup and rice and some salted corbina, Jihoo dragged Ilana, who didn't want to leave the warmth of the house, to the conservatory.  "Sarang, we arrived two days early, my event team can use our help.  Gwenchana, we have plenty of tea and hot water"

 - "Arraso, Sarang."

Arriving at the conservatory, Ilana received her promised cup of tea and was put to work making phone calls to those vendors that spoke English.  Jihoo deliberately only gave his staff Ilana's name, although some remembered her from Jihoo's birthday.  Her hands were covered in fingerless gloves, so none could see her ring; although she thought some of the females were trying.  Ilana worked hard making phone calls and making sure everything was in order for Saturday.  Jihoo worked with the orchestra and made sure they were ready, as well as confirming the guest list and seating.

Ilana's part was finished and she came to Jihoo's office, which was thankfully next to the office he gave her, with all her results.  He was with another gentleman, probably his second in charge.  He looked up when she knocked softly, unsure of the etiquette.  "Jeogiyo, Yoon Jihoo-ssi, I've contacted all the vendors on the list Jihoo-ssi gave me."

 - "Kansamnida," he turned to his President and stood.  "Na will email you the approved media list.  Ilana-ssi and I will go to Lotte tomorrow and make sure the decor is as I want it.  Ilana-ssi, why don't you retrieve your coat?"

 - "Deh," Ilana bowed and left for the office she was using.

 - "Jeogiyo, Yoon Hoejangnim (Chairman), is Ilana-ssi a foreign intern?  She's not fluent in our language."  President Ka also noticed the slightly less formal speech between them and wondered at the reason why.

 - "Anieyo, I have a special place for her," he smirked at a surprised President and walked out.

December 20, 2014

The days flew by in the same manner.  Jihoo toted Ilana everywhere and anywhere.  Tongues had been wagging for days about the identity of the woman next to him.  Harabeoji was beside himself with happiness, although he hoped Jihoo wasn't rushing things along.  He knew his grandson had worked steadily to help Ilana overcome her fears.  She had a sweet disposition and was a perfect match for his stoic grandson.  Harabeoji saw the love in her eyes when she looked at Jihoo.  Realizing that perhaps it was never supposed to be JanDi; there was something special about Ilana from the first moment he met her.  Perhaps it was due to the suffering of loss, they both endured.  Harabeoji had seen the pain in her eyes last year but it was much diminished.  He prayed to the gods it was enough.

WooBin and JaeKyung had arrived the night before.  JaeKyung had come for Ilana.  The F4 girls would be getting ready at the hotel.  JaeKyung had already lined up the hair and makeup team and were just waiting for the women to arrive.  "Annyeong hasseyo," JaeKyung bowed to Harabeoji and nodded to Jihoo.

 - "Annyeong hasseyo, Ha JaeKyung-ah," Harabeoji said.  "Your parents are well?  And the new venture?"

 - "Deh and the new club is doing very well, thanks to Ilana's marketing research."

 - "Anieyo!"  Ilana protested.

 - "She's a jewel," Jihoo said, making Ilana blush.  He had read the proverb Mrs. Oh had been referring too.

 - "Yah, Ilana-yah, do you have your things?"

 - "Deh, someone told me what to pack since I don't even know what my dress looks like."

 - "You'll know soon enough."  He had someone take it to the hotel already.  He pecked her lips and wrapped her second scarf around and nose.  She already wore one tucked inside her coat.

 - "Kaja."  Ilana sighed once in JaeKyung's car.  "Gwenchana?"

 - "Deh, this is really happening?"

JaeKyung laughed, "Gwenchana!  JanDi and Gaeul made it through unscathed, you'll be fine."

 - "Mollah, I don't want anything to hurt Jihoo.  I'm not perfect, I don't know if my credentials can make up for it."

 - "Ilana-yah, it but you know what?  Most of the people tonight will only care about one thing and that's your net worth."  Ilana looked to JaeKyung not convinced.  "Besides, you're worth way more than that to Jihoo."

That made Ilana smile.  Jihoo was worth his weight, and more, in gold to her as well.

Harabeoji put a hand on Jihoo's shoulder.  "Grandson, are you ready for tonight?"

 - "For the gala?  I suppose.  For the statement and the questions to follow?  Deh."

 - "Ilana-ssi?"

 - "Na think she'll be alright," Jihoo smiled.

 - "I'm happy for the two of you.  Your parents would be pleased."

 - "Ilana-yah said she pictured Umma smiling at her."

 - "Deh, I don't doubt it.  Now, we should get ready.  Will you be rehearsing with the orchestra before?"

 - "Deh, Harabeoji."

Arriving at the hotel, they went through a back entrance to avoid the media already camping out in front.

 - "Ilana-yah!" JanDi came up to her and hugged her.

 - "Tonight's going to be daeback!"  Gaeul said also hugging Ilana.  "Now, let’s see that ring!"  The girls laughed pulling off Ilana's gloves.

Hours later, Jihoo and the rest of the F4 gallant's arrived to meet their leading ladies.

 - "Yo, how many gorgeous ladies can we find in one room," WooBin teased.

 - "Andwae!  Ladies, I think we stumbled on a handsome bouquet of flowers," JaeKyung teased back.

  - "Yah!"  The guys all protested at being referred to their old high school name.

 - "Dangshinun areumdawo (You are beautiful)," Jihoo caressed Ilana's face.

 - "Anieya!"  Ilana blushed at his compliment and tried to avoid eye contact.

 - "Deh, Sunbae, the dress you picked for her is perfect for the evening."  The champagne-colored dress had a high-low hemline and sweetheart neckline.  It was covered in a sheer material and beads that twinkled in the light.  The long sleeves were perfect for her, although the neckline dropped a little more than she would have liked.  The taupe heels complimented the dress and accented her shimmery tights.  Her hair was done in an elegant French twist with a deep part.

 - "Ilana-ssi," YiJung had a mischievous grin on his face.  "Before the chaos of the big announcement starts, let me officially welcome you to the family.  You've tamed the last of the F4," he bowed to her.

 - "A-anieyo!"  Ilana's face was blushing.  "YiJung-ssi, I'm nobody to be taming anyone."

 - "Ilana-yah, Na chingu knows a good thing when he sees it," Junpyo said.  The guys were doing their best to make Ilana feel welcome.  They knew her story and figured that it had been difficult for her to get to this point; difficult also for their friend that gave his all to get her here.

 - "Ready?"  Jihoo lifted Ilana's face, which was ready to start tearing up any moment.  The warmness of the guys’ treatments towards her was overwhelming.

- "Annyeong hasseyo, Je Ireum eun Contreras, Ilana inmida, jeo-neun seumul-yeoseot sal-i-e-yo, Mannaseo bangapseumnida (Hello, my name is...I am twenty six years old, it's a pleasure to meet you)," Ilana repeated like an obedient Korean language student.

Jihoo laughed and pulled her in for a hug.

 - "She's been repeating that all afternoon," JaeKyung said.

 - "Yoeoja, you'll be fine," WooBin said.

 - "Deh, she will."  Jihoo unburied her head from his chest and pressed his lips softly to hers.  "Kaja."  He took her arm.

 - "Ilana fighting!"  JanDi shouted as they walked out the door.

At the hotel lobby, they were greeted by at least ten cameras, Ilana swallowed nervously and clung tighter to Jihoo's arm.

 - "Just smile," JaeKyung whispered.

Jihoo was straight-faced and she decided to follow suit.  After all, she could have a poker face too.  Reporters had been anxiously awaiting the chairman of the Su-am Cultural Foundation, ex-president Yoon was already inside with some of his old friends.  He wasn't the main attraction and was not in the least bit disappointed.  His Grandson and Ilana were and he was extremely happy about that.  "Yoon Jihoo-ssi, a bold reporter stepped right up to Jihoo, may we know who your companion is for the evening?"

 - "Yoon Jihoo-ssi, will you be returning to Seoul on a permanent basis soon?"

 - "Yoon Jihoo-ssi what plans do you have for the future?"

 - "Na will address all these questions inside," he nodded at them.  He gave Ilana a reassuring smile, which she answered in kind.

Ilana kept her eyes looking forward, not deviating her gaze from the head table or she would have seen one surprised face and a not so surprised face at one of the tables.  Harabeoji received Jihoo and Ilana at the head table, while the other six went to a table directly in front.  "Annyeong hasseyo, Harabeoji."

 - "Yippeun as always, child."  Harabeoji's smile was infectious and Ilana found herself smiling widely right back at him.  "President Ka, did you have a chance to meet Ilana-ssi yet?"

 - "Ah, deh, we weren't formally introduced."

 - "President Ka, Ilana inmida.  Ilana, Chief Director Na...." Harabeoji went on to introduce two other Directors, administration, and finance.

 - "Mannaseo bangapseumnida," Ilana replied.

When they were all seated, Jihoo took Ilana's hand under the table, a sign of his approval.  She had passed round one with flying colors.

Once all the guests had arrived, Jihoo was informed that the gala could officially begin.  He stood at the podium, perfectly at ease.  Ilana was in awe as usual with what ease he changed hats.  "Welcome to the Su-am Cultural Foundation annual gala.  Another successful year is almost over.  Kansamnida, we could not have done it without your generous contributions."  He turned the mic over to the finance director who spoke of the costs of running the foundation and the generous amount of support they received each year from those assembled.  The president and then the administration's director spoke about the orchestra and the life of students at the conservatory.  Finally, Harabeoji spoke about the clinics.  The speeches were in English and translated into Korean.  Ilana hoped it hadn't been for her benefit.

Jihoo stood again and spoke of future plans for the conservatory and thanked the generous Hallyu involvement for their donations, often coming to give special lectures or to receive instruction themselves.  Secondly, he spoke of the clinics.  "As you all know, my time is divided between here and New York.  Both are important to me and I believe I've done well in maintaining my responsibilities to the foundation.  In the near future, I anticipate my time will be even more divided.  I'd like to focus my attention on the conservatory and the foundation in general and take a step back from the clinics.  With that said, Harabeoji and I have appointed a new director for the clinics.  He will take over for me once his military service is over.  Please welcome Kim Uissanim, to the Su-am Cultural foundation family."  Ilana was shocked and pleasantly surprised as KyuJong stood and bowed. "Kim Uissanim is a graduate of Yonsei University's medical program.  He also helped us for several months establishing the fourth clinic."  More applause went up.  "That brings me to my final point for the evening.  I mentioned my time will be constrained.”  Jihoo smiled at Ilana, this was it.  "Let me introduce Ilana Inmida..."  She took Jihoo's hand and stood at the mic with him.   "...my fiancé."

Ilana took a deep breath and smiled as sweetly as possible.  "Annyeong hasseyo, Je ireum eun Contreras Ilana inmida.  Jeo-neun seumul-yeoseot sal-i-e-yo, Mannaseo bangapseumnida."  Ilana inclined her head respectively.  The F4 table was cheering the loudest as was KyuJong's table, but Ilana couldn't see who else was with him other than Emily.  There was mixed approval from the other tables, Ilana could tell from the tone of voice.  She looked to Jihoo in worry, he kissed her cheek boldly.  Jihoo thanked everyone once again and was seated.  The food began to be served.

One by one, people came up to congratulate Harabeoji, Ilana, and Jihoo.  Ilana was overjoyed when KyuJong and Emily came to greet them but restrained her impulse to hug her friends.  "Chukahaeyo," KyuJong said.  "Neaga nomu hanbokhae, I gave your suitor my blessings."

 - "Chincha?"  She looked at KyuJong apprehensively.

 - "Greomyo!"

 - "Ilana, no crying, okay?"  Emily said as she noticed Ilana's eyes getting shiny.

 - "Ah, before I forget," KyuJong said.  "I was surprised to run into someone who claims an acquaintance with you.  Come to our table later."

 - "Yeah, you'll never guess who's sitting our table.  There are some really fit (super-hot) guys," Emily winked at Ilana.

 - "Yeah, just remember which ‘fit’ guy you came with."

Emily giggled; she loved to hear her words coming out of KyuJong’s mouth with his accent.  "See you later!"

 - "Deh!"

Once dinner was over, Jihoo along with Harabeoji took Ilana with them to greet guests.  Ilana smiled slightly and bowed graciously, she knew the drill.  She'd done this before, although reluctantly.  They soon came to KyuJong's table.   KyuJong stood, as did the others.  Ilana had eyes for only KyuJong.  "Oppa!"  KyuJong quickly hugged her.

 - "Wau!  Nae dongsaeng, yippeun.  Love suits you, Yoon Uissanim na think agrees with me."

 - "Hajima!"

 - "Jeonmgal!  Ah, Ilana has yet to greet one of her Oppa deul."

HyunJoong was giggling silently trying to stay out of her line of vision.  Ilana turned and caught sight of him.  "HyunJoong-ssi!"

 - "Chukahaeyo!"

 - "Gomawoyo?!"  She thanked him, a little apprehensively.

 - "Greomyo!  Yah, save me a dance if Yoon Jihoo-ssi doesn't mind?"

 - "Anieyo."  Jihoo then introduced Ilana to others at the table, which were Lee MinHo, Park ShinHye, Kim WooBin, and Lim Soo-Hyang and two others from the drama Inspiring Generation.

Ilana had to move on with the promise of catching up later.  The next part of the program left Ilana with Harabeoji.  Jihoo surprised everyone by conducting the Su-am orchestra for the first half of the program of about an hour.  During the intermission guests were invited to bid on various donations, anywhere from vacations in Jeju, accommodations at Shinwha Hotel to Lotte World tickets, pottery, and vacations amongst other things.  “That was Daeback!”  Ilana told Jihoo.

 - “The orchestra will have a special finale,” he said.

 - “Deh?  What is it?”

 - “Something tells me you won’t know it.  Na will let Sarang wait and see.”

 - “Yoon Jihoo, you’ve superseded your surprise quota.”

 - “Mianhae, I need an extension for three more.”

 - “Sarang!”

 - “Saranghaeyo!”

 - “Deh…”

The last piece was soon up.  Ilana enjoyed it very much but Jihoo was right, she didn’t recognize it.  Jihoo rose again and shook hands with the orchestra director.  “I’d like to commend the Su-am orchestra for all their hard work during the year; they are a credit to the conservatory and my parent’s dream of healing the world through music.  I also would like to thank Director Bak for incorporating as a personal favor for myself and my fiancée, ‘Dawn’ from the 2005 motion picture ‘Pride and Prejudice’.”  Everyone clapped and awed.  “In a moment, we will hear from some the conservatory orchestras and open the floor up for dancing.”  He walked back to his seat.

 - “Jihoo-yah!  Everyone will think I put you up to it.”

 - “Anieyo, everyone knows Na can’t be made to do anything.”

The new orchestra had assembled and the floor was opened for dancing.  Jihoo escorted Ilana to the dance floor for the first waltz.  “Sarang!”  Ilana laughed at the music.  “Was this another personal request?”

 - “Hokshina (Perhaps)…pay attention and let me lead.  Don’t fall.”  Sleeping Beauty’s waltz was fast-paced with room for lots of spins and turns.  The rest of the banquet room faded and it was just Jihoo and Ilana for the duration of the dance.  Everyone clapped for the two; Ilana wanted to hide her embarrassment but with all eyes on them, she couldn’t just hide her face in Jihoo’s chest like always.

Harabeoji saved her from more embarrassment and chose to dance with her.  “Na have not seen my Grandson so happy.  Gomawo.”

 - “Anieyo gwenchanayo!”

 - “Deh!  Na can see the light in Ilana’s eyes when she’s with him and also in Jihoo when he is with you.  Keep your focus on that light and not what it is you fear.”

 - “Deh Harabeoji, na will.”

 - “Chinchayo?”

 - “Deh, Harabeoji, na want to keep my focus on him.”

 - “Choayo.”

Harabeoji led Ilana off the dance floor to Jihoo who was talking with one of the guests.  Ilana nodded and Jihoo introduced her to the person he was speaking to.  They continued to mingle and she maintained a polite expression on her face, not quite understanding all the conversation as they spoke too fast for her to catch on.  HyunJoong would be leaving soon and thought to claim that dance with Ilana.  “Yoon Jihoo-ssi, may I borrow your fiancé for a dance.”

 - “Deh, Kim HyunJoong-ssi”

HyunJoong and Ilana went off to the dance floor where a cha cha cha was playing.  They laughed trying to get into form.

 - “Chukahaeyo…”

 - “Mianhaeyo…”

They both spoke at once.

 - “You’re not upset?”

 - “Mianhaeyo, wae?”

They both spoke at once again; Ilana cringed and HyunJoong laughed.  “Maria, gwenchana?”

Ilana relaxed, he couldn’t be offended on his best friend’s behalf if he was teasing her.  “Deh, gae.  Na was just thinking you’d hate me for rejecting your best friend and falling in love with Dr. Jihoo.”

 - “Maria, Na only sing love songs, I’m not an expert.  You can’t help who you fall in love with, this I know.”  He noticed Ilana nod and exhale.  “Na told YoungSaengie he needed to let Ilana off the hook.  Only Ilana-ssi knows how she felt.  He couldn’t make you feel a stronger attachment than you already did.  It was your decision to make, not his.  He’ll understand and be happy.  In the end, that’s what it’s all about, your happiness.”

 - “Gomawoyo, HyunJoong-ssi, hajiman isn’t that selfish though?”

 - “Ilana-yah, true love doesn’t always happen.  Love is never selfish,” he paused to think.  “They say that at weddings, maja?  Ilana’s answer is ‘anieyo’…neither yours nor his.”  Ilana’s eyes were trying to hold back tears, so he pouted for her, making her laugh.

 - “Alright, Hyeong has had nae dongsaeng for a whole two dances.  I need my turn before her fiancé takes her away again.”

 - “Arraso, Na will be leaving shortly anyway.  Na only came to support the foundation.”

 - “Kansamnida, gae!”  Ilana giggled.

 - “Anieyo!  Invite me to your wedding.”

Ilana smiled at him a little nervous about the ‘W’ word then she remembered KyuJong had mentioned something about a problem with his Sunbae.  “Oh!  HyunJoong-ssi, gwenchana?  KyuJong Oppa said there were some lies being spread about you or something like that?”

At first, HyunJoong threw a surprised look over at KyuJong but KyuJong gave a quick nod of the head letting him know Ilana didn’t know anything.  “Gwenchana, it will be settled soon, na made some mistakes and opened myself up to bad press.  Gwenchana, Shinwa offered to help hajiman Na have my own attorney.”

HyunJoong partnered with Emily while Ilana danced with KyuJong.  “You see?  Ilana has nothing to worry about, be happy.”

 - “Yah!  Make sure you tell us in advance of the wedding in order to get time off.”

 - “Deh, Oppa.”

 - “Na expect it will be a grand affair.”

 - “Chinchayo?  He said it would be small and intimate."

KyuJong saw her eyes nearly pop out and laughed at her naivety.  “Deh, Ilana-yah, you’re marrying one of the wealthiest men in the country.  Small and intimate doesn't have the same meaning," KyuJong told her quietly.  Her face paled.  “Yah, you’ll be fine, he hand-selected the media for today’s coverage.  He’ll do it again for your wedding if he even allows media.”

 - “A-arraso, Oppa, Na will take your word for it.”

Jihoo chose that moment to take his fiancé back; he’d been without her for several songs now and wanted her back by his side.  “Jeogiyo Uissanim, na would like my fiancé back.”

 - “Ilana-yah, we’ll see each other again soon, Na wouldn’t miss your wedding for the world.”

Ilana hugged her Oppa, “take care of yourself, deh?”

 - "Mmm, na have a good patron that makes sure I have what I need." KyuJong smiled at Jihoo.  "Maknae is in Seoul, hokshina Ilana can visit him before you leave.”

 - “Oh, I’d love to visit him.”  Ilana looked to Jihoo.

 - “Deh, Na will find out the details and we can go by tomorrow."

Emily and HyunJoong had walked over to them at the song's finish.  "KyuJongie here is your yeoja chingu. Yoon Jihoo-ssi, kansamnida.  Na will be leaving soon, keep me posted on your wedding day and if I can I will go."  HyunJoong bowed and left the party of four.

The orchestra continued to play and Jihoo bowed to Ilana playfully and took her hand.  The rest of the F4 now joined them and couldn't help whisper amongst themselves at how nice it was to see their friend in love.  "JunPyo, look, they only have eyes for each other," JanDi commented watching Jihoo glide Ilana effortlessly along the dance floor.

 - "Deh, she's not stepping on his feet, like you do," JunPyo teased his wife, knowing she couldn't sock him in front of this crowd.

 - "Yah JunPyo!  Keep it up and you'll be sleeping with InHei tonight."

JunPyo grinned, knowing she'd never make good on her threat.

 - "Na think they remind me of YiJung and Gaeul," JaeKyung said.

 - "Chincha?"  YiJung asked, looking at his wife and then at the other couple.  "Hokshina."  Gaeul looked adoringly up at her husband, not unlike Ilana was looking at Jihoo.  "Deh, maja."

 - "That's nae dongsaeng you're talking about," KyuJong came up to JanDi and JunPyo.  "I have never seen Ilana look that way.  Everything is so much softer, Na can't explain it."

 - "I think love changes women, it makes us see the world differently.  Maybe there really are rose-colored glasses," Emily said.

 - "In that case, we better not take them off," JanDi joked with Emily.

They all continued dancing, enjoying their partners and each other’s company.  Jihoo and Ilana kept to themselves in their own world.

The end of the evening came and the occupants of the head table lined up to thank people as they left.  Jihoo received many compliments on Ilana, even if she was a foreigner.  Perhaps many matchmakers’ dreams were shattered with that evening's announcement.  The ladies had to retrieve their bags from the suite and the entire F4 trudged upstairs.  Harabeoji had gone ahead of Jihoo and Ilana, so they still needed to wait for the driver to return.

 - "Chukahae, Ilana.  You passed your first event as an official member of the F4."  JaeKyung said.

WooBin was busy passing around champagne he had delivered to the room and one sparkling fruit juice for Ilana.  "Let's toast to our chingu, Jihoo:  the last to fall to the charms of yeoja."  Ilana shook her head; it was more like she fell for his charms.  "And to Ilana…welcome.  We expect a wedding sooner, rather than later. Gunbae!!"

Glasses were clinked and Ilana buried her head in Jihoo's chest from embarrassment.  Her heart was also pounding at the thought of a huge wedding. WooBin and JaeKyung's was almost 800 people.  Jihoo lifted her head and placed a kiss on her forehead.

 - "Jeongmal, do you have a date yet?"  JunPyo asked.

 - "Na have something in mind," Ilana's eyes widened at Jihoo's response.  "Sarang, we'll talk later,."  He was caressing her hand lightly on his lap.

 - "Sunbae always thinks of all the details.  I am sure we'll all be surprised," JanDi said, getting excited.

Ilana agreed with JanDi as she looked into Jihoo's eyes which were amused.  Other than that, there was no way to know what he was scheming.  She had to get used to this.  Her fiancé liked surprises or just not telling her his plans because she'll argue.  Ilana leaned her head back against his shoulder in no mood to get up.

December 21, 2014

Jihoo and Ilana gratefully entered the nice warm Jinju Jip restaurant.  She was frozen just from their short walk through the winding alley.  However, HyungJun found this place was beyond her but evidently all the locals knew of it.  Ilana didn't care as long as it was warm inside.

 - "Ahh, it's warm," her voice came muffled from under the scarf covering her face

 - "Uissa!  Princess!!"  Came an excited voice that ran up and rocked Ilana as he hugged her tight.

 - "HyungJun Oppa!!!  Let Me go!"

Still under the scarf, HyungJun didn't quite catch what Ilana was saying.  "Mwo?  Princess, Na can't understand when you're dressed like an Eskimo."

Jihoo was trying not to grin, she did scream foreigner in the gloves, coat, hat and several scarves.

 - "Yah!"  Maknae had pulled down her scarf and was laughing.  "For your information, it's very cold out.  How you two can walk around with just a vest and long sleeve shirt is beyond me."

 - "Foreigner."

 - "Baby Jun.”  He hated being the youngest.

 - "Yah dongsaeng-ah!  Na deserve respect."

Ilana stuck her tongue out at him, laughing.

Jihoo saw they were attracting attention, "let's order.  Is the oxtail soup good here?  I've never been or heard of this restaurant."

 - "The soup is Jjang!  It'll warm you up, foreigner."

 - "Keep it up Maknae and I'll call your Sunbae."  Ilana took her phone out of her purse pretending to call.

 - "Ani!  "Ani!" They all sat down, "Uissa, Princess, wae the surprise?  Ani, ani, let me guess.  Uissa is coming back to Seoul and has asked Ilana to relocate with the promise of a better position than she had in New York."

Ilana almost choked on her tea with nervous laughter.

 - "Mmm, something of that nature," Jihoo saved her from responding.  "Na...have asked your dongsaeng to marry me...and she has accepted."

This time HyungJun nearly choked on his drink. "Mwo?  Omo!  Omo!  Does S...Ani, ani, never mind."  He was about to mention YoungSaeng.  "Wau!  Yah!  Agassi, whose permission did you get?"

Jihoo answered again as Ilana had a fit of giggles.  "Enrique-ssi, Halmoni, KyuJong Uissa and we've announced it to her cousin and Foster Parents and Park JungMin-ssi and his anae."

 - "Yah!!  Neaga the last to know?"  Sulky HyungJun took over.

 - "Mianhae," Ilana soothed, "na thought I was the last to know.  He asked KyuJong Oppa a month ago."

 - "Aish, that brat.  You're the wedding he was talking about!  Chukahae!"  HyungJun's bright smile faded as he thought of YoungSaeng but then shook it off.  "YiHyun-ah and I will be your photographers, arraso?"  Ilana looked at Jihoo a little nervously.  "When is it?"

Jihoo thought he knew why Ilana was nervous, he took her hand.  "We haven't discussed it yet hajiman it won't be a large event.  Na don't think Ilana would like that."

Ilana breathed a sigh of relief at that.  "Kansamnida!"  She mouthed to him.

 - "Na wouldn't want that either, just our closest friends.  Na only have Harabeoji and the rest of my schoolmates, plus a few mutual friendships in New York.  If we're fortunate it might be smaller than the Park wedding back in March."

 - "Aww, you two aren't any fun."

 - "Deh Maknae, wait until YiHyun Unnie and you get married, then you can have the elaborate wedding of your dreams."  Ilana teased back.

HyungJun's eyes danced with anticipation.

The soup was brought out and it was every bit of delicious and warming as HyungJun said it would be.  "Masheesuhyo (Delicious).  Na can feel my face, fingers, and toes again."

HyungJun and Jihoo laughed at her.  It was cold but made colder by the fact that her anemia never really went away, it was just controlled.  "Mokega, it's good for you."

 - "Gladly!"

HyungJun's time was up entirely too soon.  "Chukahae, chincha.  Don't worry for Hyeong; we'll take care of him."

 - "Chincha?  I'm very worried; I never wanted to hurt him."

 - "Greomyo!"  He wrapped her in his Maknae sized bear hug, before turning to Jihoo.  "Na don't envy you flying with her."

Jihoo chuckled and Ilana giggled sheepishly.  "Oppa, na don't envy him flying with me."

Jihoo hugged her from behind, "gwenchana.  Na will always be there to fly with you or face anything that frightens you."  He smoothed her hair and kissed the top of her head.

 - "Omooo!!  Gwiyomi!!!"  HyungJun's eyes were getting misty.

They all left the restaurant laughing.

Later that evening Ilana and Jihoo, lounged on the couch, he checking emails and she reading with her head on his lap, at his insistence.  "Sarang," he played with her hair.   "Have you thought about a wedding dress or were you thinking to wear Eommoni's?"

 - "A-anieyo?  We don't even have a date yet?"

 - "Mmm, let's start planning tomorrow."  His face was serious but then broke into a smile.

 - "A-arraso," she said nervously.

 - "Sarang, wae are you nervous?  Na told you we'd have a small wedding."

 - "Ara sarang.  Mollah, wae I'm nervous.  Hokshina...na had told myself I'd never get married and now it's happening."  She chuckled.  "It's Yoon Jihoo's fault for making me believe in fairy tales."

December 22, 2014

It took Jihoo about ten minutes to wake Ilana. "Jihoo-yah?”  She asked sleepily.

 - "Sleepy agassi," Jihoo drew back her quilt despite her protest.  "Get up; we have a busy schedule today." Ilana's phone dropped to the floor and she was tangled in her headphones.  "Agassi fell asleep late listening to music."

 - "Mmm,” she answered his last question.  "Chincha?  We'll be busy today?"

 - "Deh," he turned the shower on in his bathroom and marched her in.  "Na will have breakfast ready when you're done."

The scalding hot water felt wonderful.  Ilana had woken from a nightmare and forgetting she didn't have Joy to soothe her, it took her a long time to relax again.  She had to listen to music until she fell back to sleep again.

Once they were both ready, Jihoo loaded up the SUV with an extra blanket and a thermos of tea.  He made sure Ilana was bundled with her warmest gloves that he bought her and she made sure he was wearing his deerskin gloves she had bought behind his back.  "Where are we going?"

 - "A short drive up Mt. Bugaksan,"

 - "We're not getting out, maja?"

 - "Anieyo," he ruffled her hair.  It was cold but for Ilana, it was extremely cold.  Being from Southern California and having anemia on top of it, it would take more than one winter to become accustomed to the cold.

They drove in relative silence except for Jihoo pointing out a striking point of view.  When they arrived at the Palgakjeong (octagonal pavilion) at the top of the mountain, Jihoo parked the car at one of the viewpoints.  Snow flurries had begun to fall and Seoul was under cloud cover, but still beautiful.  Jihoo took Ilana's gloved hand in his.  "At Shinwa, na used to play my violin in one of the isolated gardens, until Guam JanDi disturbed my peace."

 - "Deh and tamed the lot of you," they laughed.

 - "Maja.  This reminds me of those days.  Na would play for hours even in the snow."

 - "Micheouso?"

 - "Ani, Ilana-yah is just a foreigner."

She stuck her tongue out at him.  "Seoul isn't completely covered in clouds; Na can still see the tower.  This would be so pretty in the spring."

 - "We can come back."

 - "I'd like that," Ilana was thinking maybe along the lines of a spring wedding.

Jihoo still had her hand but they fell back in silence.  Ilana didn't notice at first since she was absorbed in the scenery and also it wasn't unusual for them to sit and silence and enjoy each other's company.  But something felt off and it made Ilana's heart thump strongly in her chest.  Jihoo must have felt it too; he gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.

 - "Sarang?  Gwenchana?"

He saw her face looked worried and he took his thumb to erase the worry lines.  "Deh, Sarang.  Na was thinking neomu haengbokhae (I'm so happy), nomu saranghaeyo."

 - "Nado saranghaeyo, Jihoo-yah makes me very happy, Na can't imagine life without you," the waterworks had begun.

 - "Then don't," he wiped her tears with his hand.  "Sarang, Na don't want a large wedding and Ilana doesn't either."  She shook her head earnestly.  "Sarang, Na was thinking and Harabeoji is not displeased with the idea…”  His mind replayed the conversation with his Grandfather.

 - "Harabeoji, nah would like to register Ilana as anae soon, before we return to New York."

 - "Jihoo-yah, have you talked to her?  It's not like you to be impulsive."

 - "Arrayo hajiman with Ilana it's easier to surprise her.  It gives her less time to overthink things and lets her follow what truly is in her heart.  Na will talk to her."

 - "Arraso, na will go ice-fishing with a friend for a few days.  You two can talk comfortably and when you've reached a decision, let me know.  Jihoo-yah knows Na don't have a problem with the girl.  She loves you; you love her hajiman...Na think she wouldn't like being rushed.  Don't frighten the girl."

 - "Greomyo, Harabeoji!"

 - "Choah, choah, Na will have my granddaughter soon and then a grandchild."

 - "Harabeoji!"

 - "Yah!  This old man isn't going to live forever."

 - "Harabeoji will live forever, just to torment me!"

Jihoo had gotten lost in his memory, but he refocused and smiled lovingly at Ilana and took her other hand as well.  "Sarang, what if we register our marriage while we're in Seoul..."  Ilana's eyes opened wide at the suggestion, but he kept a tight hold on her hands, keeping her steady, not letting her panic.  "...we can have a Church ceremony and a gathering with all our chingu-deul when we get back to New York but for now, Na just want you by my side."

 - "Jihoo-yah, you'll get tired of me," Ilana joked, even if her heart was pounding.  "Sarang has been planning this all along, deh?"

 - "Jeogumyo, hajiman nae still had to ask Harabeoji.  Na don't tire easily when nae have a focus.  If Na get tired, we can rest together."  He ran his hand through her long hair as she processed it all.

December 23, 2014

The day had been hectic with wedding preparations.  Having come back down the mountain on Monday afternoon and straight to a wedding store, their wedding attire was ready to pick up.  Ilana had paid for Jihoo's tux when he was getting his final fitting.  He had already insisted he would pay for her dress but he never said she couldn't buy his tux.  There was no time to order a dress; she didn't even know what type of dress she wanted.

"Long sleeves, she gets cold easy," Jihoo had said.  "And not too elaborate juseyo."

Everything had happened so quickly, Ilana still couldn't believe that she said yes to his scheme.  But really she wouldn't love him any more than she did now in a few weeks or a few months.  Words couldn’t convey how much she loved him; she knew her heart would ache with longing if she ever lost him.  Her heart desire was to make him happy and her deepest fear was that she wouldn’t.

After a tiring day, they were now resting and listening to music.  Ilana lay on the couch, with her head in Jihoo's lap.  Thinking of the events of the last few days made her giggle.  He knew her better than she knew herself sometimes.  He had called her his gift from Heaven and wanted to marry on Christmas Eve as the city hall would not be open on Christmas day.  "Wae?"  Jihoo asked.  Ilana didn't respond to him and giggled again.  "Wae!"  He tickled her stomach.

 - "Ahh!!!  Hajima!  Hajima!"  She laughed and he stopped.  "Didn't Dr. Jaejoong say we'd elope?"  She laughed again and then sighed.   "Na...was...just not believing we'll be legally married tomorrow.  Yoon Jihoo is sneaky, you told me to bring my birth certificate from home in case it was asked for at customs."

 - "Mmm, with the Christmas holiday, it would make travel easier and it did, maja?  Saranghaeyo."

 - "Deh," she smiled reluctantly. "Nado saranghaeyo."

 - "Sarang, are Joy and you coming to my apartment or do you want me to come to yours.  We'll start looking for a house soon.  Does your company have any properties in New York?"

 - "Deh...Sarang; Na can't even think of our return to New York yet.  My mind just can't grasp it all."

 - "Arraso, one thing revealed at a time.  Na think that method has worked well so far."

 - "Mean Oppa."

 - "Yippeun Sarang."  They remained quiet for a little while and Ilana's eyes began to droop.  "Kaja, Ilana has a long day tomorrow."

 - "Deh,” Jihoo kissed her goodnight and she went to his room and he went to the guest room next door.  Before settling in, she sighed:  "Married?  How can I be so happy and so frightened at the same time?"

December 24, 2014

It was almost two A.M., past the time when Ilana gets her solid sleep.  Jihoo was awakened by screams coming from his room.  He'd left their bedroom doors opened.  He had awakened for water the night before and heard her calling him in her sleep.  She had stilled as soon as she heard his voice and he didn’t return to the guest room until waiting to see if she'd wake back up.  Had he not left the door open, he might not have heard her.  At the moment he was rushing to her side.

A sense of fear had come upon Ilana.  One minute she was happily running to Jihoo and the next she was being dragged away from him.  Then she could not see him anymore.  "Jihoo-yah!!!  Sarang!!  No!!!  Please!!  Let me go back!!  Jihoo!!"  She tossed and turned in her sleep.

Jihoo lifted her and held her and held her against his chest.  "Shh, I'm here.  Shh, no one can hurt you.  Sarang, open your eyes."  He bent and kissed her lips lightly.  Some of the fear was dissipating and the dark lifting, Ilana felt herself shaking uncontrollably.  Two strong arms surrounded her; she was frightened and mewled in distress.  "Shh, gwenchana, it was just a dream.  You’re safe."

 - "J-Jihoo?"

 - "Deh...greomyo."

 - "I-I can't stop shaking, d-don't l-let go, juseyo."

 - "Deh," he wiped her tears and held her a while until she was getting drowsy again.  He tried to get up and tuck her back in but he saw the fear come back to her face.  He slid under the quilt and laid her head on his chest.  "Sleep, na won't ever let go."  After kissing the top of her head, she fell back to sleep and was nightmare free for the rest of the night.

Come morning Ilana was still curled up to Jihoo.  He woke with a smile on his face at the sight of her.  He reached for her phone on the side table.  It was about that time, they really should get up and ready.  They were meeting the gang for a late breakfast and then he'd return to meet Harabeoji at the house while Ilana was sequestered by the ladies.  He was able to get Kim KyuJong to come for their wedding dinner; Kim HyungJun was unable to obtain leave on such short notice.  His fiancé would be coming to City Hall and to dinner to take pictures.  After dinner, they would change and leave for the airport and their first honeymoon.  Once they married in front of all their family and friends, he wanted to bring her back to Jeju.  He knew she would very much enjoy it but for now, he had more surprises in store.  One she would be hesitant, at first, but the second he knew she would love.

Jihoo turned and kissed Ilana's forehead. "Sarang, wake up, you need to get ready."

 - "Ani," she mumbled sleepily, eyes still closed.  She was warm and comfortable and didn't want to wake up.

 - "Deh!"  This time he kissed her lightly on the lips.  "I not am getting married without you."

Their wedding day!  Or unofficial wedding day.  This made her open her eyes and seeing Jihoo in such close proximity to her first thing in the morning made her practically jump out of bed.

Jihoo sat up with her and kissed her cheek, "annyeong, Sarang.  You need to get ready so we can be at the restaurant by eleven."

Jihoo got up and Ilana averted her eyes.  Of course, he was in pajamas but she was slightly unsettled at the moment.  Her heart was pounding and she hid her trembling hands under the quilt.  "Gwenchana," she told herself.

Jihoo and Ilana shared a large western breakfast.  He knew she was too nervous to eat and would need to be coaxed; hence he fed her from his plate.  For some reason, every time he looked at her she would turn away and blush.  This just made him want to kiss her but not in front of everyone.  He settled for holding her hand.

 - "Yah!  Save some of those loving gazes for later," JaeKyung teased the Bride and Groom.

 - "Gwenchana, na think they have enough to spare," WooBin joined his wife.

This just made Ilana blush even more.  Jihoo chuckled, "open," he said, giving her a forkful of pancake.

 - "Jihoo-yah, I can feed myself," she pouted.

 - "Deh, but you're not."

 - "I am, see?"  Ilana took the fork from him and began to eat.

Jihoo smiled, glad that she was at least eating something.  He continued to stare at her as she ate.  Even without makeup, his burgundy rose was lovely.

 - "Yah!  Jihoo-yah makes me eat but he isn't?"

 - "I'm eating, see?"  He took the fork and brought food to his mouth, mimicking Ilana's actions.

 - "Pabo!"

 - "Yah Jihoo-yah, you're not going to wait too long to have your official wedding, maja?"  YiJeong asked.  "Ilana won't appreciate being too pregnant at the time."

Ilana choked on the food she was eating.  Jihoo helpfully gave her juice to drink and pounded on her back.  "Gwenchana," she said in between coughs reassuring Jihoo that she could breathe.

Seeing the color drain from her face and then return, he held her hand and smiled.  "Na think in the spring."

 - "Sunbae hasn't told us where you are going to honeymoon."

 - "H-honeymoon?"  Ilana asked.  Her mind was a Jumble of thoughts.  She thought this was supposed to be an unofficial wedding but then realized, unofficial or not she'd still be his wife.  As if sensing her nervousness, she felt his thumb caressing her hand.  Everyone began to scold Jihoo for not even informing Ilana they'd be taking a honeymoon.  "Yah Yoon Jihoo, don't you think you should inform Sinbu (Bride) of the Honeymoon?"  JunPyo said.

 - "Anieyo, Sinbu does better being surprised."

 - "Annchoah Sinlang (Groom)," Ilana pouted.

 - "Nae sarang," he .  "Na won't say where our first stop is but it is a twenty-hour flight."

 - "Twenty hours!"  As if thirteen hours from Los Angeles to Seoul wasn't enough torture.

 - "Gwenchana, it's the two of us now.  Na won’t let you be frightened," he gazed lovingly into her eyes, sending his message to her heart while softly cupping her face.

Ilana tried to fill herself with his love and sincerity.  He always made her feel she could accomplish anything and then she relied on her own strength and failed miserably.

 - "Our second stop will be Bath, England."

 - "Chincha?"

 - "Deh."

 - "Oh, Ilana, that sounds so romantic!"  Gaeul gushed.

Ilana couldn't imagine why he picked Bath but there must be some reason behind it.  Knowing her fiancé, it was meaningful and special.  It was the setting for many Jane Austin books; so for a little while, Ilana tried to control her nervous jitters.  She took small bites of food, appeasing him, lest he have to feed her.  She was sure he would appreciate his bride not passing out from hunger at city hall.  Nerves?  Now that she would have to deal with.

After breakfast Jihoo and Ilana parted ways, gazing softly at each other before letting go of each other’s hands.  Ilana was being dragged off by the girls and Jihoo by the men.  At the Gu mansion, Ilana was submitted to all sorts of torture, also known as beauty treatments.  She had to reluctantly agree it was fun and looked forward to looking her best for Jihoo.  The girls chatted idly while their hands and feet were massaged thoroughly for their manicures and pedicures, as well as having mini facials done.

 - "I wonder where your first stop is, Ilana?"  Gaeul, the romantic was already thinking of places.  "England is about twelve hours and the states are about twelve or thirteen hours.  So it's further than that."

 - "Knowing Jihoo, it's a quiet secluded place.  If it's cold there, it will be perfect for snuggling indoors," JaeKyung teased Ilana.

The esthetician said something in Korean and the girls all laughed.  They weren't helping her nerves any.  "Gwenchana," the lady patted her hand kindly.  She must have noticed it starting to shake a little.  Ilana took a deep breath and closed her eyes.  It was going to be a very long afternoon and an even longer flight.

Three hours later, Ilana looked in the mirror and couldn't believe her reflection.  Wedding dress, hair done in ringlets, hands perfectly manicured and the cute wedding boots she had purchased; for once she could almost believe she really was pretty.

 - "Go ahead and spin around, you know you want to," JaeKyung said.

 - "Chincha?"

 - "Deh, go for it."

Ilana did a little spin, just like a little girl with a new dress.  Did she ever do that as a child she wondered?  That was the wrong thing to bring to mind, it brought forth the tears.  In a flash, she was being dabbed with tissues and scolded by her stylist.  "Mianhae, guys."

JaeKyung knew about her family and she had recently informed JanDi and Gaeul; therefore, the three had an idea what the sudden long face was about.  "Ilana-yah," JanDi laid a comforting hand on her.  "We know you must be missing your parents right now."

Ilana looked at JanDi and smiled.  "Arrayo, na can't help it.  I play what if all the time.  If they were here, would I be here?"

 - "Mollah but fate is funny that way, you can't know how it works."

 - "Fate, annchoah."

Jihoo was dressed in his tux, he had her ring.  Ilana had gone off with JaeKyung the day before to purchase his.  They decided later, they would think of an inscription and get them engraved.  Jihoo stood unconsciously staring at the photo of him and his parents.  Harabeoji walked into the room and saw him.

 - "Haengbokhae (Happy)?"

 - "Deh, Harabeoji."

 - "Na, have a Gift for Ilana and you. Na have been working on it since last month.  Na left Jihoo and Ilana alone these days so I could finish it.  Come to my study."  Jihoo followed his Grandfather.   "There, against my desk chair, open it."

 - "Harabeoji said it was for the two of us?"

 - "Deh, Na will send a replica to her family home, the original will stay here." 

Jihoo was now curious as to what lay under the cloth.  Slowly, he pulled it off.  His hand flew to his mouth and tears welled up in his eyes.  Leaning on the desk chair was a wall portrait of him, Ilana and both their parents.  "Harabeoji!  Choayo, chinchayo."

 - "Ara, both families are smiling in the afterlife."

 - "Deh, Harabeoji.  Kansamnida, arrayo Harabeoji put a lot of time into it."

 - "Na expect grandchildren soon after we have the official ceremony."

 - "Yah, stop or I'll stop the wedding."

Harabeoji chuckled gruffly, "boy, let me remind you, that it was you who couldn't wait and planned everything."

 - "Deh Harabeoji," Jihoo smiled at his Grandfather.

The girls bundled Ilana to head out the door to Seoul City Hall.  She wore a white floor-length coat Jihoo had bought her as punishment for paying for his tux behind his back as well as white cashmere gloves.  Gaeul squealed with excitement as she walked behind Ilana, keeping the small train from sweeping the ground.   "I'm so excited for Ilana!  Nomu Yippeun!"

 - "Gaeul-ah," JanDi said.  "Na think you want to get married again."

 - "Choah nae hanbok.  Ilana-yah, for your official wedding you should wear a hanbok."  They stuffed Ilana carefully into the luxury van.   "Chincha, how many yeoja get to wear their dress again, Ilana is lucky."  JanDi was still frugal, despite being married into the wealthiest family in the country.

 - "Yah, Ilana-yah, you're a little pale.  Make sure you don't lock your knees.  Fainting is the groom's job, not the bride’s."

 - "Gwenchana, Unnie," Ilana felt better just saying she was okay.  If she told herself that enough times, she'd believe she wasn't nervous.

They arrived at city hall with plenty of time to spare.  Knowing traffic would be an issue on Christmas Eve during rush hour, they left very early.

The men all arrived just after the woman; Gu JunPyo playfully offered Ilana a hand out of the van.  He was playing his role as best man, even though, they were only registering their wedding.

 - "Ah, Ilana-yah, you have your passport and the documents from the U.S. Embassy, maja?"

Ilana paled and her eyes widened in fear.  Furrowing her brows in worry, she said:  "Na gave them to Jihoo before I left this morning."

Jihoo and his Grandfather had arrived but YiJung continued.  "Chincha?  He said you had them amongst your belongings?"  Ilana was too busy panicking to realize the rest of the guys were trying hard not to laugh and that Jihoo was walking up.  As soon as she saw Jihoo she wanted to cry and as soon as the rest of the guys saw him, they began to laugh.  Ilana was now very confused.

 - "Yah!  So YiJung stop teasing her!"  Gaeul scolded her husband.

 - "Mianhaeyo, Ilana-yah looked so nervous, Na wanted to make you laugh."  YiJung was still laughing hysterically with the others.

 - "Jihoo has my passport?"

 - "Deh, don't believe what pabo was telling you."

Ilana exhaled and smiled, "Gomawoyo YiJung, it worked; chincha, na feel better."

 - "Sarang doesn't have to be nervous, this part isn't difficult.  Hermosa (beyond beautiful)," he caressed her cheek.

 - "Hermoso," she touched his face, just to make sure she wasn't dreaming.

YiHyun and KyuJong had also just arrived.  KyuJong bowed to his dongsaeng and her future husband.  "Oppa!  At least I have one Oppa-deul with me today."

 - "Wouldn't have missed it."

 - "Na want a picture before you go in," YiHyun said.  "Group picture too!"  She was done snapping pictures in about five minutes and it was time to go in.  Jihoo took Ilana's arm and they walked into the building.

The entire process took less than thirty minutes and Ilana was officially part of the Yoon family as Jihoo's wife.  JunPyo and KyuJong were their witnesses and Harabeoji went in to be the proud Grandfather.  YiHyun took many pictures of the couple and the others waited impatiently outside.  Jihoo kissed her so softly; just brushing his lips against hers in a teasing manner at first until she searched for him and found him.  Then his lips took hers slowly, enjoying their first married kiss.  A ruckus arose as the rest of the gang cheered and shouted loudly for the new husband and wife.

Jihoo and Ilana rode back to the Yoon family home in the luxury van, while Harabeoji invited KyuJong to ride with him in the SUV.  So YiHyun drove her own car as did the others.

The gang waited to enter until Harabeoji and the couple entered first.  Jihoo couldn't resist and carried Ilana over the threshold, western style.  "Nampyon!  Between the dress and coat, I'll weigh a ton!"  Ilana shouted.  He didn't put her down until they were in the house and slipping off their shoes.

 - "Ani, with the dress and coat, Ilana is normal."  Everyone agreed to that.

A wedding feast had been laid out by servants and everyone sat but this was a sort of impromptu celebration, so toasts were said first, from heartfelt to funny.

 - "Adul, Dtal, choah to see your smiles today.  Jihoo Umma and Appa, Ilana Umma and Appa are celebrating with you today."

 - "To nae dongsaeng, the yeoja Na could see when she couldn't see herself.  You’ve made Oppa happy that you opened your heart to a worthy namja.  We wouldn't let you go to anyone less."

 - "Yo dude, remember who pushed you two together first."

They looked at each other and laughed, "SungRyung Unnie...Noona!"

 - "Of the F4!"

 - "Deh!  And who reminded you that we were all behind you on this."

 - "Gunbae!"  Harabeoji said and everyone followed.

Jihoo took out her ring from his pocket.  "Ilana-yah, nae burgundy rose.  Kansamnida for making me smile when you tripped that first day.  Kansamnida, for being someone special, Na wanted to get to know.  Kansamnida for coming into my life as someone Na could talk with and share my feelings and with that help you share yours.  Kansamnida, for becoming my tree that I can share my garden with.  Saranghaeyo."  He placed the wedding ring on her finger. 

He didn't choose a plain band, but one surrounded by diamonds.  She was beautiful and multi-faceted and strong like a diamond even if she didn't know it.

Ilana was sniffling as she accepted the ring and JaeKyung handed her Jihoo's ring.  "Jihoo-yah, Na don't know what to say.  You came into my life and turned me upside down and forced all the thorns that were strangling me out.  Na tried to hide from you and you wouldn't let me.  You made me believe in fairytales.  Ara, you told me to believe God had brought us together.  I don't understand how or why but I'm grateful. You taught me that I could love; I didn't have to deny it because you were the one.  My Soulmate as Gaeul Unnie says.  Kansamnida, for fighting so hard to save me and often getting cut on thorns for my sake.  Saranghaeyo."  She placed the band on his finger.  Ilana also chose a "Tiffany's" ring but she didn't want a plain one.  She wanted it special like him.  It had just the smallest details to make it stand out and that was Jihoo.

They held each other tight for a while and Ilana forgot all her nervousness of earlier in his embrace.  Nothing else mattered, for the moment she could forget her fears:  the plane ride, their destination, and the honeymoon.  Everything that mattered was with her right that very second.

Everyone had eaten their fill and said goodnight.  Jihoo and Ilana needed to change and get to the airport.  Just before leaving, Jihoo took her into the study.  He had re-covered the portrait earlier and he now brought her into the study.  "Harabeoji has a wedding present for us."

 - "Chincha?"

 - "Deh, he made it.  It's a painting.  Na think you will like it."  He uncovered the portrait quickly.

Ilana had the same reaction, Jihoo did.  "How?"

 - "He looked up Eommoni and Abeoji's pictures and took ours from the Club Eden grand opening and now we have a portrait of our parents at our wedding."  Harabeoji had embellished Ilana's white dress to include a veil and a bouquet of lilies.  He added a boutonniere to Jihoo's lapel as well.

Ilana's tears were falling freely, "Jihoo-yah, I need to thank him before we leave."  Jihoo nodded and she ran off.  "Harabeoji!  Harabeoji!!"  She called.

He was just getting ready to change into more comfortable clothing when he heard her cries.  "Deh child, what is it?"

 - "Kansamnida!!  Kansamnida!!"  She clung to his neck.  "It's beautiful!  Chinchayo!!"  She kissed his cheek as if he were her own Grandfather since birth.

 - "Ach!  Go on, you'll be late for your flight," he said gruffly.

 - "Deh, Harabeoji."  She saw the secret smile he wore, just like his Grandson and for some reason was reluctant to leave.

 - "Ach, Na said to go on."

 - "Deh!"  Ilana hugged him once more, before catching up to Jihoo.

SECTION END

Arraso! It's done.  I wrote 40 pages in about ten days.  It took me one day just to go back and italicize the dialog and two days to post.  If I waited one more day, you guys would've come looking for me.  LOL!  Plus I thought it might be hard to read 40 pages on AFF.  I wish they could make pages you could bookmark instead of just chapters.  Anyway!  Section 3 is entitled 'Redemption'.  As always, very thankful to all of you!  Please comment away.

 - Saranghae!

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