-Disclaimer- I do not own Boys Over Flowers or any of its characters! All rights belong to their respective owners! I’m only a fan that didn’t quite get the ending I wanted so I decided to write my own version of it :D

Now that’s said: Have fun reading and please leave a comment! (I’d be very thankful!)

“J…Jan-Di…what are you doing her?”, Ji-Hoo stuttered, looking from a still smiling Jan-Di to his very satisfied and amused grandfather. He couldn’t deny that he was more than happy to see her, but he couldn’t seem to understand why she was here…in his house and preparing a meal.

“Your grandfather told me earlier that he wouldn’t be able to stay at your side this afternoon and asked me to come over, so that he could leave without any worries and take care of his patients this afternoon”, Jan-Di answered matter-of-factly and took off her apron, hanging it up in the broom cabinet next to the fridge and leisurely walked over to them.

“Have a seat, Ji-Hoo. It’s not good to stay standing for so long with your leg like that”, Jan-Di softly spoke to him and gently helped him over to the table. Ji-Hoo wanted to protest, but it seemed like his body was not following his head’s orders. “Grandfather! Do you also want some?”, Jan-Di asked, gesturing to the stove behind her.

“No, I’m fine. I’ll leave you both some space, I don’t want to interrupt!”, Yoon Seok-Young winked and swiftly moved out of the house, before either of the remaining could protest or say something.

“Well…that’s a way to make a departure”, Ji-Hoo heard Jan-Di mumble as she went over to the stove to serve them each a bowl. He couldn’t help himself, he chuckled lightly and his smile only grew wider as Jan-Di came over with a bowl full of freshly made soup and noodles. For a split second he couldn’t help but to imagine how it would be if these would happen frequently, like everyday for example. What it would feel like if she welcomed him like this everyday into… their home and he couldn’t help but to smile at that idea.

“What’s got you so smiley today?”, Jan-Di asked him with wonder, taking her seat next to Ji-Hoo. “Because if it’s the medication…can I have some?”

“Just my thoughts going crazy, it really must be the medication…”, Ji-Hoo admitted, finding this as the only explanation for his sudden thoughts. For his sudden lack of control on his emotions.

After finishing their meal, during which Ji-Hoo often complimented Jan-Di’s cooking skills, Ji-Hoo watched Jan-Di doing the dishes (he had protested and wanted to do them with her – but she flat out refused. Sometimes she was just too stubborn!), while talking with her about their grandfather. Technically seen it was of course his grandfather, but he knew that his grandfather didn’t make any difference between Jan-Di and him in his heart and that made Ji-Hoo unbelievably happy.

Ji-Hoo couldn’t remember the last time he had enjoyed talking so much with someone. He couldn’t remember a time where he so willingly talked about himself and his past, a time where he felt like he could completely trust the person talking with him.

Ji-Hoo didn’t ever want the conversation to end, but while he listened to her stories of her childhood, he felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier. He tried hard to fight against his sleepiness, but her voice was so calming to him, that he felt like a warm and cuddly blanket was being wrapped around him.

“Maybe you should go to bed?”, Jan-Di nearly whispered, making him jump lightly in his seat. He hadn’t realized that she was standing so near to him. When had she come to his side?

“No, it’s good…I’m fine”, Ji-Hoo mumbled sleepily, rubbing his eyes in an effort to chase the sleepiness. Jan-Di had to hold back from making any kinds of remarks, he was being way too cute.

“You’ll be much more comfortable in your bed, believe me, or else your leg will give you a lot of pain tomorrow, Ji-Hoo”, Jan-Di softly replied and helped him to get up, handing him his crutches. Together they walked to his bedroom and out of sleepiness and exhaustion, Ji-Hoo literally let himself fall on his bed – not caring much that Jan-Di witnessed such an unglamorous action from him. Ji-Hoo wanted to say some more things to her, wanted to thank her, but he found himself drifting off to dreamland before he could even start thinking of words to say to her.

While she knew she shouldn’t do it, Jan-Di watched for a few seconds Ji-Hoo’s sleeping form. He looked so peaceful while sleeping, as if nothing ever bad happened to him. The only treacherous signs were the big cast on his leg and the several bruises covering his body.

Once Jan-Di was sure that Ji-Hoo was fast asleep, she quietly slipped out of his room and went back to the kitchen to clean it up, while it wasn’t dirty to begin with, she wanted to leave it the exact same way she had found it when arriving. Once this was finished she took a piece of paper from Ji-Hoo’s office, scribbled a quick goodbye on it and hung it on the fridge. She knew that that way he would without a doubt notice it.

She was just putting on her shoes when the front door opened and Ji-Hoo’s grandfather c