-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 This said, I’d like to give you some information: 1. This is only my second kdrama fanfiction I’m writing, so please bear with any kinds of errors I might make concerning Korean culture etc.; 2. You will find this exact same story on another website called: www.fanfiction.net under the exact same username! This is because I normally write and publish my stories on that website and I only recently found out that they too now have some kdrama ff’s! However, if you find this story on any other website then it is a counterfeit and plagiarized! 3. As of now I haven’t written the end of this story – actually I haven’t written much of this story yet, so I might need some time to update. 4. I do not plan to let the other characters of the show have much influence in this story – in fact it might even happen, that they will hardly ever appear. 5. This goes for Gu Jun-Pyo as well. 6. Jan-Di and Ji-Hoo WILL end up together.

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

After spending nearly two days at Yoon Ji-Hoo’s house, Jan-Di went back to her previous apartment – the one she shared with Gu Jun-Pyo. She actually had never really liked that place, it had never felt like home to her (despite the numerous efforts Gu Jun-Pyo had made). She had always despised going back there, but because he seemed to like it so much (as it was nearly on the other side of the city, ergo as far away from his family’s home as possible), she had tried to like it as well. But as she now stood in their apartment, she felt the dislike grow even more. She had tried to fit into Gu Jun-Pyo’s world, but she never really could adapt and as time went on he wasn’t as willing to make her fit into his wrold either. He had grown tired of trying and trying and started thinking that some people were better left in the shadows – he had told her so very clearly one night they were fighting.

Trying to block out these thoughts for now, Jan-Di moved to their former bedroom and took out her old duffle bag, filling it with all the items she had brought with her when they moved in. At the beginning there had been a lot of clothes, but she had discovered early on, that Gu Jun-Pyo would every now and then let some articles of clothing disappear, replacing them with luxury brands etc. Once she had discovered that scheme, she started confronting him about it, which either resulted in them fighting or him ‘promising’ that he wouldn’t do it again – which usually lasted for a week or two.

Once this task was done she searched the rest of the apartment and tried to find other things that belonged to her. There were a few books, pictures and CD’s. Even Jan-Di herself was astonished how very few items she possessed in that apartment. With quite some shock she realized that actually ¾ of the things belonged to Jun-Pyo and that she didn’t like most of them.

She put all her belongings near the front door and took some time to tour through each room, letting all the memories come up. She felt tears escape her eyes, but she didn’t bother to wipe them away. She would let them fall freely and then never again. After touring every single room, she went back to the front door to get her things, stepped out of their apartment and firmly closed the door, closing the door to all the memories, love and pain that came with it and descended to the lobby, where she gave her house key to the receptionists without any comment. And then she walked out of the building, feeling free and ready to take on the world once again. She was after all Geum Jan-Di and she could do anything if she only put her mind to it.

“Do you know where she went to?”, Ji-Hoo probably asked his grandfather probably for the fifth time that evening while they were ‘enjoying’ their dinner.

“I already told you, Ji-Hoo. She had some important things to do and she needed to do them alone. Now finish eating your dinner!”, his grandfather answered with some annoyance at his grandson’s behavior. He knew