Blossoming Part II
Like the Lotus: The Next Generation
A/N: Hi everyone! Yes, I’m still alive… I’m very sorry for the long delay. I was sick, busy, and traveling a lot over the past couple months, so those are my excuses. I will say that I will be much less busy in the upcoming foreseeable future, so I am hoping to update more frequently than before. For those of you who have stuck by me and been so patient with the infrequent updates, thank you. I’m sure there have been those who have given up on reading, and I understand that. But for those who haven’t, it’s greatly appreciated. And to my new readers, welcome!
Oh, I had a new idea for a fic, but I don’t plan on publishing anytime soon—not until I finish at least a few of these… I plan to just add it to my repertoire of at least 3 or 4 other ideas for fics that I have and maybe write a little here and there as it comes to me. My brain just does not want to give it a rest; I can’t keep up! But in a way, that’s a good thing… So, you guys won’t be hearing the end of me anytime soon, unless you want to! 😉 Anyway, if you are curious about my new idea or any of the others (and you like spoilers) the message me, and I’ll let you know what I have in mind. Hint: It’s JanHoo (surprise, surprise!), AU, and action… And not just romantic action, ha ha...
I’d like to wish a very happy birthday to a couple awesome people, Angie and Liz! Saeng il chukha hamnida (and forgive me if the Korean is wrong)!
Also, Merry Christmas to those of you who celebrate it, or Happy Holidays! Whatever you are celebrating, be it a holiday or special occasion, I hope it’s wonderful! I also hope all of you are well. I am sorry that this chapter comes late, but let’s face it, the written word doesn’t always abide by the writer’s schedule or expectations… My fellow writers understand that. Thanks for the patience, and I hope you all enjoy!
The morning of Seok-Young’s birthday arrived. It came as any other day would but bringing with it mixed emotions. Although birthdays had never been a big deal to Seok-Young, he had to admit that he was a little bit excited about this one—the main reason being that he was now old enough and licensed, so he could finally take Eun-Jeong on a proper date.
Jan Di doted upon Seok-Young especially that morning, sending him off to school with a full stomach and a tearful goodbye. And she reminded him not to be late tonight, to which Seok-Young gave his promise.
The Yoon boy had long since known about his party that evening, and even though his eomma had said it would be no big deal, he had the feeling she was going to go all out. Geum Jan Di never did anything halfway, after all.
Please don’t go overboard, Eomma…, Seok-Young thought to himself, as he headed out the door.
. . .
After seeing Seok-Young, Mee-Yon, and the Cho twins off, Jan Di busied herself with preparing for her firstborn’s 16th birthday party.
That morning, Eun-Jeong took extra care in her appearance, for it was Seok-Young Oppa’s—her boyfriend’s—birthday. She’d prepared a card for him, as well as a gift she truly hoped he’d like. Although it was quite small, it was meaningful, and she’d toiled over it. But thinking on her gift now, she felt like it wasn’t good enough, and she grew nervous. Would he like it? She took a look at the envelope in her hand, which was abundantly decorated with hearts and stickers. And she thought that she’d gone a bit overboard on that part.
Upon arrival at school, Eun-Jeong caught sight of her remarkably handsome boyfriend from the stairs above, and she smiled. She threw up a hand and prepared to rush down to him. But then her heart sank to her feet upon noticing a group of girls approaching him with gifts…
Word had spread quickly about Eun-Jeong and Seok-Young, but that didn’t stop girls from trying anyway… And his birthday was just another opportunity for the female Shinhwa masses to try and coax the musical prodigy into their grubby paws. Too bad—for them—that would never work on Seok-Young. Eun-Jeong assured herself of this. He didn’t go for that sort of thing. And what did Yoon Seok-Young really need, anyway?
Even though she knew they would fail, Eun-Jeong still couldn’t stand to see it. And not to mention, they were cutting into her time with her boyfriend… Eun-Jeong frowned when the first girl approached him with her gift. She watched closely from above. And her lips curled up in relief when he politely turned the pretty girl down.
Eun-Jeong leaned over the railing for a better look as the next contestant approached him. She was even prettier—tall and leggy. Waiting impatiently, the So girl tapped the smooth railing and watched the entourage offer her boyfriend gift after gift. The gifts ranged from heart-shaped boxes of sweets to more expensive things like designer watches… But every single gift, he turned down. He did so in the most mannerly way possible, but despite that, he still sent more than a few girls off crying. Eun-Jeong almost, almost felt sorry for them…
Then, Eun-Jeong caught a glimpse of Aidan Cho, as he was similarly accosted by admirers. He, however, had a bodyguard accompanying him to fend them off. But Aidan was nice, so he greeted each one rather than ignoring them entirely or sicking his bodyguard on them.
Since the Cho twins arrived at Shinhwa, a divide had occurred within the school. The junior high was still ruled by the next generation F3: Jun-Seo, Jae-Jin, and Il-Hun, with all the girls having their preference of one—the Shinhwa heir, the mini Casanova or the mini Don Juan. Seok-Young had always been unrivaled in his grade, but now, the high school was roughly split in half—at least among the female population.
There was a side that was all for Seok-Young and a side that was for Aidan, and they fought bitterly amongst themselves. Seok-Young, himself, found it ridiculous yet strangely refreshing. He enjoyed having some of the heat off him, and he’d even encouraged several fans to go over to the other side…
When Eun-Jeong tore her eyes away, she noticed Mi Na and her two friends standing off to the side, with arms crossed and casting death glares at her. She might wonder what their problem was, but she already knew…
Ever since it became public knowledge that she and Seok-Young were an item, she’d gotten more than her fair share of dirty looks, and Mi Na was the worst one. Apparently, she hadn’t let go of her feelings for Seok-Young yet… Eun-Jeong felt a bit sorry for her, but she wasn’t afraid. She knew that all these girls could do was look and that—because of who her father was—none would ever do anything about their hatred for her…
With a sigh, Eun-Jeong averted her eyes from the leering trio and let them settle like dust upon a more pleasing view. She decided to ignore the last of the admirers and focus upon Seok-Young. It might seem strange, but she enjoyed looking at him when he didn’t know she was looking.
So entranced was she in gazing upon him that she barely realized it when someone came up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder. Startled, Eun-Jeong spun around. “. . . Aidan Sunbae?!” she called out upon seeing the pop star’s definitive features. Aidan flashed his pearly smile. Just behind him, his bodyguard stood ready and waiting, as if she might jump him at any moment.
“S-Sunbae, what are you doing?”
“I was just about to head to class, but I saw that you looked worried…”
“I’m not worried,” Eun-Jeong readily insisted, while averting her self-betraying eyes.
“Of course you’re not,” Aidan smirked, “and that’s good because there’s no need to worry about those other girls, So Eun-Jeong.”
She tilted her head curiously toward him. “There’s not?”
“Of course not. Yoon Seok-Young is a very loyal guy. I can tell. And he only has eyes for you,” Aidan said, giving her a friendly wink.
Eun-Jeong didn’t fully understand Aidan’s English phrasing, but she got the point, and she smiled appreciatively at the pop star.
The two of them watched Seok-Young dismiss the last of the girls, and then Aidan clapped Eun-Jeong on the back. “See, what did I tell you? Nothing to worry about.”
It was at that moment that Seok-Young caught sight of the two of them standing together, and if she didn’t know better, Eun-Jeong would swear she saw the briefest flash of jealousy in his eyes. Perhaps it was because they were standing so close…
But then, Seok-Young softened. Putting on a warm smile, he made his way over. Aidan took that as his cue to leave, and he bid her a nice day.
Eun-Jeong took a moment to watch Aidan walk away, and she couldn’t help but notice how incredibly likeable Aidan was. And not just because of his looks or talent. He was super-nice, friendly, and down-to-earth, especially for a star. She knew that Mee-Yon liked him, and apparently, he liked her, too, for she’d heard about him asking her out on a date. And Eun-Jeong was happy for her friend. Maybe he would be a good match for her…
Finally, Eun-Jeong met up with her longtime friend, now boyfriend. He was smiling that perfect smile at her. Before he could speak a word, she presented the red envelope she’d been guarding.
“Gomawo. What’s this?” he asked.
“Just a small birthday gift,” she replied, as she tossed her hands coyly behind her back.
He maintained his dazzling smile as he carefully opened the envelope without even ripping it.
Keeping her head lowered, Eun-Jeong began rethinking the whole thing, and she almost snatched it away from him. But by then he’d already pulled out the card, a cutely humorous one with two fuzzy puppies—meant to be them—on it.
He chuckled as he looked the card over, and then he opened it. He read the printed part and what she’d written, nodding and smiling as he did. And then he picked up the photo resting inside. Turning it over, he observed the funny childhood moment between the two of them captured on film. Seok-Young gave a little laugh as he examined the younger versions of them covered from head-to-toe in mud…
“Do you remember that time, Oppa?” she asked, as he fondly gazed upon the photo.
“Of course. How could I forget? It’s one of my fondest memories…”
“Yeah right!” she exclaimed, calling his bluff. “I thought you were going to die from getting dirty!”
Seok-Young gaped and childishly remarked, “Nuh uh! I had no problem with getting dirty…,” he muttered.
“Oh, sure, Oppa… You hated it. And it was all because you tried to rescue me…,” she bit her lip lightly and swayed from side to side.
“I’ll always try to rescue you,” he said sweetly, nearly causing Eun-Jeong to melt like ice cream on a sweltering day. “Even if it means ruining my very favorite shirt,” he retorted.
Eun-Jeong scoffed. “Oh, I’m sure it wasn’t ruined, Oppa! Your eomma is a former dry-cleaner, and your grandparents still own a chain of shops! I’m sure they got the stain out.”
“Well, fine,” he tucked his hands behind his back. “You got me. Eomma did get it out…”
“Ha!” she pointed at him in victory, and he smirked back. Then, Eun-Jeong remembered the other thing…
“Oh yeah, look inside the envelope, Oppa,” she instructed.
Seok-Young brought the envelope out from behind his back and peered inside. He pulled out a bracelet that was nestled in the bottom corner. It had a dark brown leather strap and a medallion in the center. And the medallion had a swirled pattern, forming the shape of a treble clef, and overlaid in the center were his initials.
Clasping her hands in front of her, Eun-Jeong explained, “I made the medallion out of clay and baked it in Appa’s kiln, and I bought the leather strap. It’s not much…,” and she glanced away as she thought of all the pricey items he’d been offered that morning. Of course, it wasn’t like Seok-Young couldn’t have those things if he so desired…
“It’s perfect,” he said, and Eun-Jeong smiled widely in relief. Then, he placed the bracelet upon his wrist and tied it tight. He gave her an emotional thank you and pulled her into a hug.
“But now I feel like I need to give you something,” he whispered against her hair.
Hesitantly pulling back, she asked, “Why, Oppa? It’s your birthday.”
Looking down at his wrist, he replied, “Because…you worked hard to make this for me. It’s very meaningful…,” and he touched the strap upon his arm. “I want you to have something meaningful from me, too.”
“I don’t need anything from you, Oppa. Just being with you is meaningful. I don’t have to have something to show for it. In fact, just knowing that we are together right now makes me the happiest girl in the world…,” and she shyly glanced away.
“Eun-Jeong-ah…,” he muttered, affected. Her cheeks heated, and she avoided eye contact. Suddenly, he pulled her into another embrace.
As he held her, he barely whispered the words, “One of these days, I am going to make you proud… I will become successful and shower you with everything you could ever want or need…”
As soon as he opened his mouth, Seok-Young pulled back. Nearly in a panic, he feared he’d said too much. Why was he talking about the future at such a young age, anyway? He was probably terrifying her, but he couldn’t help but think about those things… Lately, he’d been thinking a lot about how she would fit into his future life… Was this what love did to a person?
Eun-Jeong could feel the tears welling, but she fought them, and instead, she smiled up at her ambitious boyfriend. Taking both of his hands in hers, she said, “I’ve always been proud of you, Oppa. And no matter what you become someday, I will always be proud.” And grinning, she added, “Do you think I need all those things to stay with you?”
He merely smiled.
The day went on as usual for Seok-Young, with more sporadic birthday wishes. Gun Mi Na had slipped a birthday card into his locker, which he discovered at lunch. She had wished him Happy Birthday and asked to meet with him briefly after Musical Theory and Composition class.
. . .
Musical Theory and Composition was typically a class that Seok-Young enjoyed, but since Baek-Hyeon arrived, it had become tedious. Today was worse, for Seok-Young was still enduring the birthday wishes and gifts, and that only seemed to egg Baek-Hyeon on.
Clearly jealous, Baek-Hyeon complained about the interruptions to class, and as usual, he got competitive at every chance he got. After a girl, who came in late—interrupting class—wished Seok-Young the happiest of birthdays on her way to her seat, Baek-Hyeon groaned. Seated directly behind Seok-Young, he murmured just loud enough for Seok-Young to hear, “Unbelievable. Is this a class or a love fest?”
Keeping his pencil down upon the in-class assignment to correct the mistakes in a piece of music, Seok-Young barely turned his head. “I didn’t ask for this…,” he hissed back at Baek-Hyeon.
Baek-Hyeon gave a quiet snort, “Oh right, like you don’t love it, Alien…”
Seok-Young blew his bangs out of his face in frustration. There was no reasoning with the guy, so he returned to the assignment…
After the assignment was completed and reviewed, the professor began talking about musical formulas. “Now, can anyone tell me what the melodic-harmonic formula popular from the mid-16th to early 17th centuries with Italian composers was? I’ll give you a hint. It was used in arias for singing poetry and as a subject for instrumental variation.”
Baek-Hyeon opened his mouth to answer but then shut it upon realizing he wasn’t sure.
Seok-Young glanced over at a clearly flustered Baek-Hyeon. The Yoon boy didn’t like to show-off, but he had quickly become fed up with his classmate that day, so he raised his hand and stated, “Romanesca, Seonsaengnim.”
“Ah, yes! Very good, my star pupil, Yoon Seok-Young!” the professor proclaimed, clasping his hands together. Seok-Young smiled and turned haughtily toward Baek-Hyeon, who glared back at him.
Then, Seok-Young noticed Mi Na staring at him. He had caught her looking on numerous occasions before, but this time, it wasn’t her usual adoring look. In fact, right now she seemed either hurt or angry—and he could guess why. Feeling guilty, he gave her a small, disarming smile, but her eyes only shot down to her desk.
Seok-Young turned back to the front of the class with a small sigh. Wow, the tension in this room…
After class, everyone cleared out quickly, except for Seok-Young and Mi Na. Seok-Young lingered near his seat patiently waiting for Mi Na to gather her things, and then he approached her.
“You wanted to talk to me?”
“Yes,” she said plainly, and then she paused, holding her books tight against her chest.
Seok-Young waited for her to go on.
Taking a deep breath, Mi Na finally spoke. “Can you just tell me why?” she asked.
“Why what?”
She met his eyes, and there was clearly pain in hers. “Why are you doing this to me? Why are you with her?!” she burst out with, clenching her fists at her sides.
Seok-Young’s lips parted. He pressed them together before calmly speaking, “I didn’t do anything to you Mi Na. And I’m with Eun-Jeong because I like her.”
“Since when? You never seemed to notice her before, not until we got close…”
“I have always cared for So Eun-Jeong. We are very close friends; we grew up together. I didn’t realize right away that I was beginning to feel different about her, but now I do.”
Mi Na scoffed. “Well, what about me? You’re not dense, Yoon Seok-Young. You knew that I liked you, and I thought you liked me, too. Why did you make me believe that and then just ditch me?”
Seok-Young sighed, allowing his breath to lightly blow his bangs aside. “I never made you believe that, Mi Na. I treated you like a friend and a classmate. Yes, I liked you, and I do like you,” and he paused. There was no easy way of doing it. He needed to be direct. “But not in that way. I only ever liked you as a friend. You just got it in your head that things were different...”
Mi Na’s eyes began to water, so she turned quickly away and wiped them. “You’re cruel, Yoon Seok-Young; you’re really cruel…,” she muttered, with her back to him.
“I’m sorry.”
At his words, Mi Na spun around again. “No! Don’t even say you’re sorry! I know you don’t mean it!” She stepped forward and poked him sharply in the chest with her index finger, pushing him back several inches. In frustration, she shoved him once more, this time with both hands. And Seok-Young allowed it. If that’s what she needed to do to feel better, he would let her.
Mi Na placed her hands flat upon his chest, she rested them there for a moment. “You know, I don’t even think you have a heart in there!” she lamented.
With that, she gave him a final shove and turned away again, crossing her arms tight over her chest. And he heard her begin to sob.
“Gun Mi Na…”
“Just go away!” she snapped back at him.
“No, you need to hear this first…”
“What?” she demanded without looking at him.
Seok-Young moved forward and tentatively placed a hand upon her shoulder. Keeping her head lowered, Mi Na embraced herself.
“Mi Na...,” he began again gently, “whether you believe it or not, I never meant to lead you on or hurt you, and I am truly sorry. I hope you’ll forgive me, and I hope that we can be friends again someday.”
Friends…? That’s just what people say when they want to get rid of you, Seok-Young…
Disgruntled, Mi Na shook his hand off. And with a small sigh, Seok-Young turned to leave. Tossing her a somber, “Bye, Mi Na,” he walked out of the classroom.
After he left, Mi Na wandered over to her desk. She dropped her books there and slumped back to a seated position. Resting her elbows upon her stack of books, she covered her face and cried.
After several minutes, Mi Na began to compose herself. Certain she was a mess, she dug into her designer purse and pulled out a sparkly rose pink compact. She dabbed on some powder and then stared at her reflection. Her eyes squinted with malice as she mumbled an empty threat, “You’ll be sorry, Yoon Seok-Young…,” under her breath.
It was then that someone entered the room. She didn’t notice until she heard the male voice. “That was so cold…”
Mi Na’s eyes shot up toward the speaker. She observed him curiously.
“Oh, but why am I not surprised? It’s Yoon Seok-Young…,” he continued, tucking his hands into his pockets.
“You… You’re the new guy, right?”
“Yea,” Baek-Hyeon replied, as he approached her. “And you are Gun Mi Na.”
She nodded.
Standing before her now, “Well, Gun Mi Na, a sweet, pretty girl like you doesn’t deserve to be treated that way…,” he said.
Mi Na’s cheeks flushed ever so briefly, but then she simply gave him an unimpressed, “Whatever…”
Baek-Hyeon grinned before placing both hands upon her desk. He leaned down to stare at her, causing Mi Na to slide back in her chair.
“Why are you crying over him, anyway? What’s so special about him?” Baek-Hyeon mused as if it was one of life’s great mysteries.
“You wouldn’t understand...,” she muttered.
“Well, you’re right about that. I’m not a girl, but regardless, I just don’t get it. He’s just another guy...”
Mi Na scoffed. “You don’t know what we had…”
Smirking deviously, Baek-Hyeon rebuked, “It sounds like you had…,” and he leaned in closer, to emphasize the word, “nothing…”
On instinct, Mi Na brought up a hand and slapped Baek-Hyeon hard across the cheek. Immediately, she brought her hands up to . “Oh, I’m sorry!”
But Baek-Hyeon merely chuckled. “Don’t be. It’s good to get your anger out... And you’re angry, aren’t you?”
Mi Na stared into Baek-Hyeon’s mischievous, caramel-colored eyes. Who is this guy…?
“Well?”
“Yes! I’m angry!” she shouted out.
And Baek-Hyeon nodded in satisfaction.
Is this guy pure evil? She wondered.
Dismissing the thought, Mi Na sighed and went on, “We could have had something… We could have had something great…until SHE got in the way! I want to make her regret it!” she was shouting now, “I want to make them both regret it!”
“Well, why don’t you then?”
Mi Na scoffed. “You really are new, aren’t you? I can’t do anything against either of them. Do you even know who their parents are? Do you know what happens when people go against F4?”
“Oh, I know. I know all about it… And who cares?”
Mi Na laughed. “Do you have a death wish or something?”
“Oh, you’re exaggerating, Gun Mi Na. Yes, their families are wealthy and powerful, but there are ways around that…”
“What?”
Baek-Hyeon nodded. “Mm, and I can help you…”
Mi Na looked up at Baek-Hyeon curiously. “How?”
“Well, for starters, I went to school with and lived with Seok-Young for two years. I know just about everything there is to know about him and his family—their strengths, their weaknesses…,” and Baek-Hyeon raised a brow. “I can help you get back at him. What would you like to do to him?”
Now, she was pretty sure he was the devil… And she wondered what he would stand to gain from this. She was suspicious, for sure, but undeniably intrigued.
“Well, I don’t really want to hurt my Seok-Young… I just want to make him realize his mistake, and I want to get back at her for stealing him!”
“I can help you with that.”
“And why would you do that?” Mi Na eyed the new guy suspiciously.
“Let’s just say, I’m tired of Seok-Young having everything, that he doesn’t even deserve…”
. . .
Jan Di finished decorating for the party and then called Ji Hoo at the Clinic to check to see that he would be home on time. “Don’t worry, my love,” he gently assured. And I’ll even pick up the cake for you on my way home.
Jan Di sighed in relief. How was he able to anticipate? “Oh, thank you, Sunbae!” she exclaimed, referring to him by his former title and occasional pet name.
“Of course, my otter.”
“You’re the best! I owe you big time!”
Ji Hoo smiled on his end. “I’ll remember that…”
Jan Di gave a small chuckle before slumping down onto the couch for the first time that afternoon. “So, how is it going at the Clinic?”
“Routine,” he replied. Jan Di nodded.
Ji Hoo had been at the Clinic a lot lately, due to Grandfather’s ever-failing health. And it seemed that the time was near that he and Jan Di would cease working at the hospital entirely and would take over the Clinic full-time. It was a good thing, in that Jan Di and Ji Hoo had always loved working at the Clinic. It was where it all started for them, after all, but it had somehow been put on the backburner all these years due to their work at the hospital. Jan Di, especially, had always regretted their secondary involvement in the Clinic, and she was at her happiest when they were working there. Recently, they had been there far more often. And though both were glad they were finally taking their rightful place, it was bittersweet because of what that meant…
“How’s the party planning?” Ji Hoo asked, breaking Jan Di from her reverie about Grandfather and the Clinic.
“On schedule for the most part.”
Then, Ji Hoo heard Jan Di rustling around, and she gave a long, drawn-out sigh.
“What’s wrong, Otter?”
“N-o-thing,” she assured, her voice nearly cracking from emotion.
She was wholly unconvincing to Ji Hoo. “Come on, tell your firefighter what’s wrong…”
“Well…,” Jan Di groaned.
“You are thinking about Seok-Young, aren’t you?”
Jan Di nodded to herself, “Yes. I…I got out the photo albums…”
Ji Hoo knew fully well what that meant, and he heard her choke out a couple quiet whimpers.
“Oh, Jan Di-ah…”
She fought to keep herself together. With a last sniffle, she reassured, “I’m OK; I’m Ok, really!” in her strongest voice.
But Jan Di wasn’t feeling as strong as she attempted to sound. Fortunately, her firefighter and husband of nearly 18 years knew just what to say to alleviate the sudden wave of painful nostalgia. And he ministered to her psychological ache with the care and expertise he’d give a physical one.
When Seok-Young arrived home that evening he came across a completely darkened home. With a chuckle, he muttered to himself, “Hm, has there been a power outage?” Steeling himself, he went in. And as the lights came up, he was met by instant brightness and people springing out of their hiding places like rabbits, shouting, ‘Surprise!’
Seok-Young glanced all around the room, plastering on a look of mock surprise. The place was decorated with streamers and a large banner wishing him happy 16th. His parents were there, along with his grandparents and great-grandfather, the F3 and their wives and children, Aidan and Aria, and a few of his other friends from school.
Playing along as best he could, Seok-Young staggered a half-step back and placed a hand upon his chest. “Omo… Omo, what a surprise!” he weakly exclaimed. Acting was one thing that Seok-Young was not skilled at.
“You couldn’t fake it any better than that, eh?” Jan Di quipped as she approached her son.
Seok-Young shook his head. “No, really, Eomma! I was surprised; I really was! I wasn’t expecting all this.”
Jan Di smiled and took his soft, smooth cheeks between her hands. “You’re a good boy…to try and lie to Eomma…,” and then she gave his left cheek a light slap.
Seok-Young smiled and nodded, as he fully comprehended her odd-sounding statement. Then Ji Hoo approached and clapped his son on the back before giving him a warm, one-armed side hug. The other party guests also flocked around Seok-Young with birthday wishes and hugs. Seok-Young, being rather reserved in the affection department—except for certain people—accepted everyone’s affection in a detached yet gracious manner.
Meanwhile, Eun-Jeong was standing across the room from him. She was eager to rush to her boyfriend, but she still preferred her one-on-one time, so she decided to wait until the crowd died down. Instead, she met his eyes and gave Seok-Young an adoring look. And after he finished greeting everyone, she smoothed out her dress and went over to him.
His smile grew wider when she came up to him, and again she wished him a happy birthday. She desperately wanted a hug, but so many people were watching, including her appa. Both deciding not to worry about, they simultaneously reached out to embrace. But the hug was ill-timed, and they ended up bonking heads instead.
“Ow!” they cried out in unison, and then they began laughing. Those around them—at least the ones who didn’t know them well—must have thought them to be a little bit crazy, but they didn’t care.
“Are you alright?” Seok-Young asked, concerned, as Eun-Jeong rubbed her stinging forehead.
“Yes,” she said with a laugh. “I always knew you were hard-headed, Oppa,” she teased. And she braced herself for retaliation.
Instead, Seok-Young shot her a look—one suggesting that if they had been alone she would have paid the price for such a comment at the penalty of merciless tickling. With everyone around, though, that wouldn’t exactly be appropriate. Perhaps he would get her back later… But for now, he only smirked and asked, “Shall we try that again?”
Eun-Jeong nodded.
He instructed her to wait by holding up one finger. She giggled, and then he moved forward and wrapped her up in a hug. As Eun-Jeong sank into his arms, everything blurred, and she began to forget all about the world around her—where they were, who was around, all of it… Nothing was in focus but the warmth of his chest, the softness of his hair brushing her forehead, and that scent—the one she had not yet identified but would know anywhere, as his and his alone…
From nearby, Ji Hoo and Jan Di watched the sweet interaction between Seok-Young and Eun-Jeong. Getting caught up himself, Ji Hoo slipped his arms around Jan Di from behind and held her there. With a soft sigh of contentment, Jan Di nestled back against her husband, and the parents had their moment while leaving the young couple to theirs.
After parting with his wife, Ji Hoo gained the attention of the party guests. While drinks were brought around—alcohol for the adults and non-alcoholic substitutes for the children—Ji Hoo spoke. “Thank you all for coming to wish my son a happy 16th birthday. I’m not much for speeches, and in fact, my lovely wife has a few words she would like to say about our Seok-Young. So, I will just say happy birthday, Son, and I’m so proud of you.”
Ji Hoo and Seok-Young exchanged a smile, and the entire room clapped. Then Ji Hoo continued, “Now, I present to you a woman, who you all know and love…,” and he motioned for Jan Di. “A woman who is a wonderful doctor, wife, and mother—and who will beat the crap out of you if you mess with her or her family or friends, right, Jun Pyo-ah?” and Ji Hoo gave a subtle nod to his best friend standing in the back with his wife, Alex. Jun Pyo displayed his trademark scowl but then nodded his agreement.
To appease his oldest friend, Ji Hoo added, “We’re so glad you could make it, by the way, Jun Pyo. And thank you for rushing through your meeting to be with us tonight.”
Jun Pyo gave another subtle nod.
And Ji Hoo went on. “So, without further ado…the amazing Dr. Geum Jan Di!”
Everyone clapped again as Jan Di took the floor. She gave a nervous laugh and thanked Ji Hoo for his exceedingly kind introduction.
Jan Di stood front-and-center in a knee-length, emerald green dress, which was not typical attire for the doctor and former Wonder Girl. Clearing , she began, “Like my husband, I’m not one for speeches, but I know most of you very well, so I am not so nervous. Family and friends…,” she continued, clearing again before proceeding, “I’m going to keep this brief, since I promised not to go overboard and embarrass my son…”
Jan Di looked to Seok-Young, and he smiled appreciatively at his mother. “So, don’t worry,” she addressed her boy, “I’m not going to tell any childhood stories or gush about how much I love him. Even though I do…,” she informed the crowd with a small chuckle.
And then Jan Di raised a flute of champagne that she’d just been handed, and the crowd followed suit. “I’m just going to say that I—we—are so proud of you, and we love you, Seoky! Oops!” Jan Di covered at having let his nickname slip. She looked to Seok-Young, who only smiled, and then she laughed it off. Raising her glass again, she declared, “To the birthday boy, to Seok-Young-ah!”
And everyone toasted the new 16-year-old.
After her toast, Jan Di sidled back to Ji Hoo, and he put his arm around her. “You did great, my love,” he whispered, and she smiled appreciatively. Bowing her head, she attempted to hide the tears that she was wrestling with, and Ji Hoo gave her arm a sympathetic squeeze.
The unspoken opportunity was given for others to speak…
Song Woo Bin downed a second glass of champagne and then took the chance to speak on behalf of his nephew. Seok-Young clenched when he saw him go up there. He knew that his boisterous uncle—who already seemed to be enjoying himself a bit too much—could choose any number of embarrassing stories to tell the audience. He assumed the majority of them would know most of the stories, but there was one particular story that he prayed his uncle would not tell…
Seok-Young breathed a sigh of relief when it didn’t come up, and Uncle Woo Bin’s half-drunken toast was humorous and harmless.
A few others spoke on behalf of Seok-Young, offering their best wishes or telling stories—most of which were not too humiliating. As he listened in, he found his eyes wandering toward his Uncle Yi Jeong and Aunt Ga Eul, who had been rather silent tonight. He wondered if Uncle Yi Jeong would have anything to say tonight—perhaps a warning about treating his daughter right. But the two of them simply remained in the back.
At one point, Eun-Jeong’s parents were deep in conversation, and even from a distance, he could tell they were worried… He was curious to know what was up, particularly if it was something that would affect Eun-Jeong, and he considered going over there. But then Aria stepped up to the center of the room.
The crowd’s eyes followed the pretty pop princess as she made her way over to Jan Di and Ji Hoo. Aria bowed respectfully to the Yoons and then asked if she could say something in honor of the birthday boy. She seemed to change her mind and corrected, “Actually, I’d like to sing, if you don’t mind.”
Jan Di and Ji Hoo smiled politely and nodded their approval.
Aria greeted everyone and then began with her rendition of the Happy Birthday song—in Korean and English. When finished, she announced that she would like to sing another song—this time, one that she’d written herself. It was a song entitled I Met a Boy.
. . .
The cute, upbeat little number was about a girl meeting a boy, and in the song, she sang fondly of this particular boy’s qualities. . .
Aidan stood back and listened to what could only be described as his sister’s personal love ballad for Yoon Seok-Young, and he watched her closely. Seeing her face and knowing her as well as he did, Aidan knew that she was singing her heart out for the Yoon boy. And it shocked him. She’d so adamantly denied her feelings before; they’d even argued over it. Now, here she was, publicly flaunting her feelings. Perhaps she didn’t think anyone would know, or perhaps she no longer cared... Was she so set on getting what she wanted? Aidan frowned.
Watching from the opposite corner of the room, Eun-Jeong was flabbergasted. She didn’t consider herself adept at symbolism or hidden meaning, but there was no doubt in her mind that Aria was singing about Seok-Young—she knew of no other boy who could possibly fit such qualities! Behind the guise of a birthday wish, the perky pop princess was expressing some deep feelings for her boyfriend, and Eun-Jeong didn’t like it.
Was she trying to confess to him? Eun-Jeong wondered. What a bold, underhanded thing to do! She internally ranted.
And Eun-Jeong turned toward Seok-Young—standing close by. She wondered if he got the meaning behind her song… Oh, who was she kidding? Of course, the musical maestro himself would understand what she was saying.
So, Eun-Jeong watched Seok-Young’s face, and it was stone. Without cracking a smile, he simply attended to the song, as if taking it all in. The So girl glanced back and forth between the performer and her boyfriend. And usually, when she looked at him, he’d catch her looking and would look back and smile. But this time, he didn’t. He remained focused upon Aria.
. . .
When Aria finished, she was met with a group applause. She thanked the crowd and looked immediately to Seok-Young. The birthday boy was also clapping, at a slow, steady pace, and when his eyes met hers, he offered her a polite smile. She wished him happy birthday once more, and they bowed to one another.
Jan Di glanced at her husband—standing beside her—and then turned to the young girl. “Wau, Aria-yang that was wonderful,” she said, as she engaged in a belated bout of clapping. Ji Hoo nodded his agreement and began clapping alongside Jan Di.
Aria bowed to her hosts and went to her brother’s side, casting a fleeting glance at Seok-Young along the way. By her side, Aidan looked down questioningly at Aria, but she ignored his gaze entirely and focused out ahead. She knew what he was thinking; she’d heard all he had to say on the matter, and she didn’t want to hear it again.
Finally, Seok-Young looked over at Eun-Jeong. She searched his eyes for a clue as to what he truly thought of the song—but he was a closed book right now. His reaction, or almost lack thereof, was a bit worrisome.
She continued observing him, and finally, he smiled at her. His warm smile served to comfort her a little, but she still had this horrible knot in her stomach. Tentatively, she cast Aria a sidelong glance, and they locked eyes for a split-second. There was the briefest flash of something she couldn’t quite ascertain in those cool blue eyes. Maybe jealousy? Even a hint of malice? It wasn’t like she was unused to such looks, but it never felt good…
After the entertainment, Jan Di brought out a large tiered cream cake from a local bakery. She’d wanted to make her son’s cake on her own, but her busy schedule had not allowed. Still, the bakery had made it to her specifications, and she was quite pleased with it. The creamy dessert was topped with fresh fruits—kiwi, strawberries, mandarins, and extra cherries—as they were Seok-Young’s favorite. And she’d had ‘Happy Birthday, Seoky’ written and a few musical notes drawn in icing around the words. Sixteen candles atop the cake were lit, and Ji Hoo played his violin, while the group sang Saeng il chuk ha hamnida.
Watching the scene, Jan Di couldn’t help but be reminded of his first birthday party. And she smiled a reminiscent smile. Although it had been a bittersweet time, with Ji Hoo being away in the military, she had lot of support around her. She would always be thankful for that—and for the fact that Ji Hoo had been able to join that day by video chat.
Thinking on it now, Jan Di just couldn’t believe how fast he was growing up… And everyone said this, but it really felt like it went by in a blur…
Dazed, Jan Di thought of this as she dished out a slice of birthday cake to each party guest. Once all were served, she shook herself from her reverie and urged them to eat a lot. Then Jan Di took her seat next to Ji Hoo. But before eating herself, she watched Seok-Young take a delicate bite of his cake ad begin gingerly chewing in that quiet, mannerly way of his. Once again, she recalled that first birthday…
He was not always so mannerly… And Jan Di recalled a one-year-old Seok-Young sticking his hand into the cake—when she took her eyes off him for only a second—and grasping a huge chunk of it.
Jan Di let out a small laugh-cry at the memory…
You’ve become so refined since then, my Seoky…, she thought, as she continued watching him.
From beside her, Ji Hoo looked at his wife with concern. “Is something wrong, my love?”
She flashed an enthusiastic smile. “No, nothing’s wrong!”
Ji Hoo pursed his lips. “You’re not eating…”
Jan Di supposed that must seem strange, especially with cake being involved, so she took a large bite to appease her devoted husband. As she chewed, she continued throwing extraneous glances over at Seoky…
After cake, everyone was simply mingling and chatting. Then, Great-Grandfather announced that he was not feeling well and needed to go to bed. Jan Di and Ji Hoo exchanged a worried look, and Ji Hoo went to Grandfather to check on him. But Grandfather merely brushed his grandson away, insisting he was fine and just needed to rest. He made his apologies to the room and then headed to bed. As he ambled off, he beckoned for Seok-Young to follow him…
Meanwhile, Ga Eul and Yi Jeong informed everyone that they needed to leave to check on their baby. Ji Hye and Woo Bin offered to take the kids home, so they allowed them to stay. And Jan Di and Ji Hoo saw the So parents out.
When Seok-Young entered Grandfather’s room, the gruff yet loving old man was slowly settling into bed. He beckoned for his great-grandson to come to his bedside. Seok-Young did so and helped tuck him in. Then, Great-Grandfather pointed to a check upon his bedside table. “For your birthday, my boy,” he explained.
“Oh, Great-Grandfather, you didn’t have to do that.”
“Bah, I know I didn’t have to. Just take it and make sure you spend it wisely.”
Seok-Young nodded.
Grandfather observed the boy for a moment before saying, “You know, I see a lot of your father in you…”
“Yes, Great-Grandfather, that’s what I’m told.”
“Mm,” Grandfather pursed his lips together. “Your father is a good man, but just promise me you won’t turn out so serious as he is.”
Seok-Young cracked a smile. “Yes, Great-Grandfather.”
Grandfather’s eyes crinkled. “Ah, it’s good to smile, my boy.”
“Yes, Great-Grandfather.”
“It’s important to work hard in life, but it’s also important to have fun.”
Seok-Young nodded.
“I hope you have fun, my boy.”
“Ye, Great-Grandfather.”
“You know, between you and me…,” he his whiskered chin. “I think that if it wasn’t for your eomma, your appa would be really boring…”
And Seok-Young couldn’t help but laugh.
A twinkle in his eyes, Grandfather continued, “She gets him to lighten up sometimes. Perhaps you have someone like that in yours?” he asked with a wink.
Seok-Young grew shy and glanced to the side. His smile came unopposed as he thought of Eun-Jeong. She certainly knew how to ensure he had fun and remained happy.
Grandfather observed the young man at his bedside, who had suddenly gotten very quiet. With a throat clear, he regained Seok-Young’s attention. The elderly man patted the bed, beckoning his first great-grandchild to have a seat, and Seok-Young took one at the foot of the bed. Laying back against his pillows, Grandfather mumbled sorrowfully, “You know, I didn’t have contact with your father for nearly fifteen years…”
Seok-Young gave a subtle nod. His appa had alluded to it before.
“Ohh, I would see him now and again, but…I never approached him…”
Lowering his eyes, Seok-Young nodded again.
“It was your mother who got us back together—by force, I might add,” Grandfather good-naturedly grumbled. “That eomma of yours is rather brazen!”
Grandfather chuckled, and Seok-Young joined in.
“But I am grateful to her for that… And…I’m glad I’ve been able to see you growing up…”
Seok-Young was stunned. He had never heard his namesake speak so freely. It was strange… Unsure what to say next, he asked, “Great-Grandfather, what was my appa like as a boy?” And he truly wanted to know.
Grandfather thought for a minute before answering, “He…was much like you were at a young age. He was a typical boy—happy and carefree.”
Seok-Young nodded.
“All that changed after…the accident… He went into a shell, and I couldn’t do anything help him…,” Great-Grandfather spoke wearily.
Thinning his lips, Seok-Young nodded.
“But even though I wasn’t there, he was not alone. I will always be thankful for that.”
“Yes, Great-Grandfather...”
And Seok-Young’s mind began to wander. There were so many questions he still had about that accident and especially about his family. Maybe this was as good a time as any to ask…
So, he just came out with it. “Great-Grandfather, will you tell me about my grandparents?”
The old man’s brow furrowed, and his lips parted, clearly caught off-guard by the question.
Feeling the need to explain, Seok-Young continued, “Well, Appa doesn’t really talk about them…and I understand that. It must be hard for him, but I really want to know…what they were like…”
It was then that Seok-Young noticed his great-grandfather’s glossy eyes; there were tears forming there.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, Great-Grandfather!” the Yoon boy exclaimed, leaning toward him. “Did I make you feel bad?”
“No, my boy, no,” and Grandfather shut his eyes to blink away the tears. “You’ve made me happy, actually… I am happy that you want to know them. Many teenage boys don’t have any interest in knowing about their relatives...”
There was a pause.
“Your grandparents were fine people. They were very loving parents and great patrons of the arts. They were also physicians, like myself and your parents. They always said they wanted to heal the body with medicine and heal the spirit with the arts…”
Seok-Young smiled at that notion.
“They were a bit like your parents, in fact. Your grandfather was hard-working and serious, and your grandmother was sweet and bubbly—like your eomma. Although, I think your eomma is a bit more temperamental than your grandmother was,” Grandfather chuckled, and a small laugh escaped Seok-Young. He’d seen his mother’s temper on a few occasions, and it was a scary sight…
. . .
“But I suppose the important thing to know about them is that your halmeoni made your harabeoji happy, like your eomma does with your appa.”
Again, Seok-Young smiled. Then, hesitantly, he asked, “And what about my great-grandmother?”
At the mention of her, the original Seok-Young’s chest rose and fell heavily.
. . .
“Great-Grandfather…?” Seok-Young asked worriedly. He began to apologize, but then a smile graced Grandfather’s lips. It was that warm, grandfatherly one that came out sometimes
“Well, your great-grandmother… I’d say…she was…indescribable…”
Folding his hands in his lap, Seok-Young smiled and listened, for he knew that Great-Grandfather would try…
“Oh, I could never sum her up, my boy, but if I had to try…I would say… She was a loving person. And I loved her more than anything… She made me so happy, but she challenged me, too—in a good way,” and Grandfather paused. “…She was my greatest support, and she made me the man I was.”
Wau…, Seok-Young thought. Such high praise.
“If you look at your parents, you will see the kind of love she and I had for one another. As silly as this may sound to a boy your age, she made me whole…”
“It doesn’t sound silly at all,” and Seok-Young smiled wistfully. “I think I can understand it…”
Great-Grandfather squeezed his arm. “Good. Now, I’m tired, my boy…”
Seok-Young nodded and helped Grandfather adjust his covers and fluff his pillow when he fumbled with it. Closing his eyes, Grandfather muttered, “Sometimes I just can’t wait to be with her again…”
After his statement, Seok-Young felt a bit worried. So, he watched his great-grandfather for a moment. When the old man’s breathing slowed to where he could no longer even tell that he was, Seok-Young leaned in. He timidly inched closer to the old man. “Great-Grandfather…,” he whispered. When he did not reply or make any kind of movement, Seok-Young leaned in even closer and spoke his name again. No answer came.
Seok-Young’s lips parted, and he cautiously reached out to touch his arm. Suddenly, Grandfather’s eyes shot open, and Seok-Young jumped back as if a snake had bitten him.
“Omo…omo…!” Seok-Young stammered.
“What’s wrong, my boy?” Grandfather asked in amusement.
Seok-Young stammered, “Umm, uhh, umm…n-nothing…”
And Grandfather’s withered face creased into a half smile. “What, did you think I was dead?”
“A-ani!” Seok-Young shook his head vibrantly, “of course not…” Well, maybe a little bit…
Finally remembering how to breathe, Seok-Young exhaled. He inadvertently placed a hand over his chest, as he worked to calm his racing heart.
“Bah, I’m not dead yet!” he barked.
Seok-Young stood there frozen. Well, I almost was… You very nearly gave me a heart attack, Great-Grandfather!
“No, not dead, but I am tired. So, go on, Seok-Young-ah, and let an old man rest.” The older generation waved the younger off with a hand.
“N-ne, Great-Grandfather!” Seok-Young nodded and gave a quick bow before rushing out of the room.
And Grandfather chuckled as he closed his eyes again.
Seok-Young exited Grandfather’s room feeling a bit shaky. He glanced around the large living space, still filled with guests, and he noticed Eun-Jeong scanning for him. She caught sight of him and went to his side. “Oh, there you are, Oppa,” she said, bubbly. “Don’t you want to open your presents?”
And then she took a good look at his face, and she grew worried. “What’s wrong, Oppa? You’re as white as a sheet! Did you see a ghost or something?”
Seok-Young gave a small, sarcastic laugh and shook his head. “No, nothing like that,” he assured. When she still seemed concerned, he smiled at her and poked her cheek. “Really, I’m fine. Presents…right, presents.” She nodded, and they made their way back to the group together.
When the party came to an end, Seok-Young said his goodbyes to the guests. He stole a quick moment with Eun-Jeong before she and her siblings were taken away by the Songs, and then he approached his parents to thank him.
“You’re welcome, but it’s not over quite yet, Son,” Ji Hoo replied.
“Really?”
“Yes, we have one more gift for you,” Jan Di informed him. And they led Seok-Young out to one of the garages. Ji Hoo hit the button to open the door, while Jan Di covered Seok-Young’s eyes.
“Is this really necessary, Eomma?” he asked from within the darkness.
“Oh, let your eomma have some fun,” Jan Di retorted.
“Yes, Eomma.”
When the door had fully opened, Jan Di removed her hands.
“Ta-da!” she exclaimed.
And there before Seok-Young was a motorcycle… The Augusta MV Superbike was much like Ji Hoo’s but in a metallic gold color.
And Seok-Young was stunned…
He’d expected to have to borrow his father’s motorcycle to take Eun-Jeong out, not to get his own. Immediately, his face lit up. He cried out, “Wau!” and rushed over to the bike to look it over.
With a bigger smile than they had ever seen on their son’s face, Jan Di and Ji Hoo watched him check out the bike. Then, he turned and ran to his parents. Giving each of them a big hug, he thanked them profusely.
“I’ll show you how everything works, Son.” Ji Hoo put an arm around his son’s shoulder and led him over to the bike. Smiling, Jan Di watched for a few moments before leaving them to it. She cast back a ‘don’t be too long,’ before going inside.
After the men toyed around with the bike for nearly an hour and took it for a spin, Jan Di came back out, insisting that Seok-Young go to bed. The demand elicited a pout on father and son’s lips.
“Couldn’t I just take one more ride on it, Eomma?” Seok-Young whined.
“No, I’m sorry, but it’s bedtime. You have school in the morning.”
“Your eomma is right,” Ji Hoo said, giving up.
Lowering his head sorrowfully, Seok-Young nodded, and they followed Jan Di inside. Before parting ways, Seok-Young asked to talk to his father alone.
. . .
A short while later, Jan Di and Ji Hoo were preparing for bed.
“I still can’t believe he’s 16,” Jan Di muttered wistfully as she slipped under the covers.
“I know,” Ji Hoo replied, getting in beside her.
Jan Di reached over to turn out the light but then turned to look at Ji Hoo over her shoulder. “Oh, did I tell you that I was asked to give a lecture on the risk factors for preeclampsia at the medical conference being held in Seoul next month?”
“No, you didn’t. That’s wonderful, Jan Di-ah. I’m so proud of you,” Ji Hoo smiled warmly.
“Thank you, Ji Hoo-yah,” and then she leaned in and pecked his lips. “Well, goodnight,” and she reached for the light again.
“Jan Di-ah…”
“Hm?” she turned back.
Ji Hoo had grown pensive, recalling his talk with Seok-Young asking him earlier. The conversation had brought so many memories—both good and painful…
Seok-Young had asked about their first date. But on that first date, he’d already lost her—just as he was beginning to really fall for her… Twenty years later, F4’s Golden Boy could still hardly believe what he had. He had his true love, a wonderful family, and a successful career. It didn’t seem real sometimes, and in a way, he felt undeserving…
“Jan Di-ah,” he began again.
“Yes?”
“I wanted to say something to you...”
“What is it?” she asked, growing worried.
“Well, I just wanted to remind you how much you mean to me.”
Jan Di smiled sweetly at her husband. “I know,” she said, placing a hand upon his cheek.
Ji Hoo returned the smile and rested his hand upon her hip. “I don’t think I say it enough, but I hope you know how happy I am with you, and…how lost I would be without you…”
“Ji Hoo-yah…,” she murmured.
Ji Hoo wrapped his arm around her body and drew her in close. He placed a kiss upon her forehead and whispered, “I’m so grateful for you and for our family. I’ll never take you for granted; I promise.”
Jan Di smiled widely. “I know you won’t, and we’re grateful for you, too.”
Then, he placed a soft kiss upon her lips and nuzzled noses with her. “I love you, my otter.”
“I love you, my firefighter.”
. . .
The Next Day After School…
The day after tomorrow, Seok-Young would be taking Eun-Jeong on what he viewed to be their first of—he hoped—many dates to come. He wanted it to be very special, so he had done some research on where to take a girl on a date. Seoul had many things to offer, but a lot of them were summertime activities, and it was not yet even spring. Still, Seok-Young had some thoughts—it helped that he had known his date all his life—but he wanted it to be perfect, so he asked for some help from Appa.
The night before, when he asked Appa where he took Eomma on their first date, his father got nostalgic—almost sadly so. And he spoke of taking her horseback riding, on the Namsan Cable Car, and back to his home.
Last night, his father gave Seok-Young some other date ideas, and one, in particular, stuck out, which Ji Hoo offered to help him arrange. Once that was in place, the next order of business had been to gain the permission of So Yi Jeong, which he managed to take care of that morning.
Seok-Young had been frightened, he recalled, especially given his uncle’s reaction the last time. But it had gone much better than he could have hoped. In fact, Yi Jeong agreed after very little deliberation and simply insisted that they wear helmets. Something seemed amiss to Seok-Young, but he decided to simply thank his lucky stars. Still, there was one other thing, and he pressed a bit further… Ever so cautiously he had brought up the No Kissing Rule, but when Uncle Yi Jeong shot him a look that could have frozen a pond in the middle of summer, he quickly bowed and excused himself.
Now, with all the pieces in place, it was just a waiting game. And he could barely contain his excitement. He decided to give Eun-Jeong an extra, early surprise, so that afternoon, he waited for her in the Shinwha courtyard on his new bike.
He could imagine the look upon her face. How surprised she would be! He hadn’t even mentioned it to her. That had been a difficult secret to keep, even for a day…
When he saw her, a wide smile crossed Seok-Young’s face, and he waved to her. She smiled and came rushing over. “What’s this?” she exclaimed when she saw the sleek machine.
“It’s my birthday present from my parents,” he spoke proudly.
“Wau! That’s amazing! And you’re…allowed to drive it…?” she raised a quizzical brow.
“Of course. Everything is completely legal,” and he presented his brand-new license to her. Eun-Jeong took it and turned it over in her hands.
“What do you think?” he asked.
“Of your picture?”
He nodded.
“Hmm, I need to take a closer look…,” and she squinted down at it.
. . .
Seok-Young frowned slightly. “You don’t like it?”
She shushed him. “I’m deciding…”
With a sigh, Seok-Young waited for her to thoroughly examine the tiny image.
“Why did you wear that shirt in the picture, Oppa?”
Seok-Young gaped. “You said you liked that one before…”
Pursing her lips, she fought back a smile. “I do,” she nodded. And she continued to look it over, while Seok-Young watched her.
Growing impatient, he blew the bangs out of his face. “Well?”
She took a last look and then placed a finger to her dimpled chin. “Did you just wake up when this was taken, Oppa?”
“Ya, So Eun-Jeong!”
And then, unable to stifle it any longer, she broke out into giggles. “I’m just joking, Oppa! You look really good, like always…,” and she blushed slightly at her statement.
And he smiled in relief.
“But man, you are so gullible, Oppa! Are you really so insecure about your looks?”
Seok-Young pretend-scowled at her and folded his arms over his chest. Turning his head away, he pouted, “Fine then, I guess you don’t want a ride, and he began revving up his engine as if preparing to take off.
“Ya, I didn’t say that!” she held out her hands to indicate that he wait.
With a grin, he stopped and leaned back coolly on the bike. “Well, hop on,” and he held out a white helmet to her.
“It’s…OK…?”
“Yes, your appa agreed.”
Eun-Jeong’s mouth dropped open, “Wh-what? How did you…? When did you—”
“This morning. I went to him and asked.”
Realizing still hung open, she closed it. “And he actually agreed?”
“Mmhm, so do you want to go for a ride or not?”
A wide smile broke out on Eun-Jeong’s face, and she readily nodded. Eager, she snatched the helmet from him and slipped it on. With a chuckle, Seok-Young helped her tighten the strap when she struggled. Then, Eun-Jeong put one leg over the bike and straddled it behind Seok-Young.
Suddenly, she felt a bit shy. They were pressed so close against each other…
However, Seok-Young smiled to himself, enjoying their closeness. He tossed a look back at her over his shoulder, “Now, you need to hold on, OK?”
Eun-Jeong delicately placed one hand on each side of his thin waist.
“Tighter,” he instructed, as she was barely gripping his jacket. “There are no seatbelts on this machine,” he teased.
So, Eun-Jeong wrapped her arms all the way around him.
“A…little…bit tighter…,” he said, feeling just a little bit devious.
This time, Eun-Jeong embraced him tight, locking her small arms into place and putting him in a bear hug. Slowly growing more comfortable with the position, she rested her cheek against his back. Seok-Young grinned to himself in satisfaction. “That’s better. Are you ready?” he asked.
She nodded against him.
“You’re not scared, are you?”
And he felt her shake her head no against the leather of his jacket.
“OK, hang on…here we go…”
Revving the engine up again, Seok-Young took off. He drove slowly at first, so she could get accustomed to it. He was still getting accustomed himself. He’d only driven it once or twice so far.
. . .
For awhile, they were silent along the drive, until finally, Seok-Young asked how she was doing. It took her a moment to respond, for she was off in another world, enjoying the feel of the cool air blowing her hair as she rested against Seok-Young’s warm body and hugged him close. Never had she had such an opportunity to hold him for so long, but riding with him on his bike was the perfect opportunity to do so without feeling strange about it. And it was pure bliss.
Two Days Later…
It was the morning of the ‘Big Date,’ as Yeong-Hui has been calling it, and Eun-Jeong was ecstatic. Though she tried to contain her excitement, it was useless. She had been smiling since the second she awoke, and she was pretty sure her entire family thought she was crazy.
As she readied for school, Eun-Jeong actually began singing while brushing her hair. Passing by her open doorway, Yeong-Hui stopped to listen for a moment before going in. “You seem happy…,” Yeong-Hui commented.
Wearing a goofy grin, she replied, “Oh, Yeong-Hui-ah, you’re here…”
Yeong-Hui rolled her eyes. “Yes, I’m here. Did you even realize that you were singing—and rather loudly.”
But Eun-Jeong was too happy to be embarrassed, and she giggled. “Oh, was I? I guess I was…”
With a sigh, Yeong-Hui asked, “So…tonight is your date with Seok-Young Oppa, right?”
“Mmm,” and Eun-Jeong went back to primping in the mirror.
“Well, have a good time,” her twin halfheartedly wished.
Spinning around, brush in hand, Eun-Jeong asked, “What’s wrong, Yeong-Hui-ah?”
Her twin played it off as nothing and quickly made an excuse to go, but Eun-Jeong knew what it was. She was still ignoring Lee Chae-Won for showing up at the Valentine’s Day concert with another girl. The older boy had gone to Yeong-Hui at the event and explained how he was just friends with the girl and told her that he liked her, but Yeong-Hui could simply not understand how he could claim to like her yet ask another girl. He’d said that he was nervous and was afraid she’d say no, but Yeong-Hui refused to believe it. Or, perhaps she did deep-down, but she just wanted to punish him awhile longer.
“Honestly, you are so stubborn So Yeong-Hui!” Eun-Jeong ranted aloud after her twin left. And with a sigh, she contemplated her sister’s predicament. She truly wished Yeong-Hui could be as happy as she was, and she wondered if perhaps she should do something about that. And she began plotting… It had been awhile since they’d switched places, but perhaps she should play the role of her identical sibling once more, in order to put an end to the silly freeze-out. It would be for Yeong-Hui’s own good, after all.
But then she questioned it, for if Oppa caught her she would surely be toast! Then again, maybe she could get him to help out…
The date came like Christmas morning for a young child—the waiting felt long, and the anticipation was great. Seok-Young was fulfilling his promise to perfection, yet it was going by fast. Although she was trying not to, Eun-Jeong couldn’t help but notice how quickly time was passing. Before she knew it, it would all be over with. But what was wrong with her, anyway? Why couldn’t she just live in the moment and enjoy it?!
Seok-Young had picked her up for their date late Saturday morning. Appa had only hassled him minimally about bringing her home on time. Seok-Young reported a similar warning on his end from his father. “Make sure to have her home on time, Son. Need I remind you of your uncle’s temper?” Ji Hoo had said.
Seok-Young began by taking Eun-Jeong shopping. She was a little surprised but really enjoyed it. They walked together through the Shinsegae Department store, mostly window-shopping. Eun-Jeong modeled a few outfits and accessories for her boyfriend, and they made fun of the more outlandish clothing. Unable to resist the heavenly smell, they stopped in the bakery after that and shared a honey pan cake bread.
Then, they moved on to a cosmetics store. Eun-Jeong browsed, while Seok-Young followed, offering an occasional comment. And then she tested several perfume samples, offering her wrist for him to evaluate. It all began nice, but after she playfully spritzed him, they got into a small perfume war and used nearly a quarter of the small sample bottle. It was then that Eun-Jeong noticed the store clerk eyeing them closely, and when she came over, Eun-Jeong was sure they were going to be asked to pay for it or just be kicked out. But the young woman seemed to recognize them, and she asked about their parents. After she’d confirmed that their fathers were none other than F4’s So Yi Jeong and Yoon Ji Hoo, the clerk became extremely friendly and began following them around, offering any assistance they needed. They simply told her they were just looking and moved on.
After a few hours of shopping, Eun-Jeong could feel her stomach begin to rumble, despite the pastry earlier. And when she—and probably everyone around her—heard the horrible growling, she flushed in embarrassment.
“It seems like you’re hungry, Eun-Jeong-ah,” he commented.
Casting her glance to the side, she nodded, “A little.”
“That’s good—because we have reservations.”
“What?” she stared at him.
One corner of Seok-Young’s mouth twitched. “Why do you act like that’s so weird? It’s best to make reservations, so you don’t end up waiting or not getting a table at all.”
“Yes, I know, but… I’ve never gone to dinner with a reservation without my parents...”
Seok-Young flashed his pearly smile. “Well, there’s a first time for everything,” he coolly replied. “Let’s go.”
Seok-Young took her to an Italian restaurant called Paolo de Maria. Eun-Jeong felt like such an adult when they entered the restaurant and were greeted with sir and miss titles. Seok-Young gave his name, and they were led to a cozy table near the window adorned with a crimson tablecloth and candles.
Eun-Jeong placed her cloth napkin properly in her lap and took in her surroundings. Looking all around, she murmured in awe, “This is amazing, Oppa…”
Seok-Young smiled pleasantly.
And then an overly polite waiter brought by menus, while another poured fine mineral water into their glasses.
Seok-Young handed a menu to Eun-Jeong. Opening it, she let out a sigh of relief when she saw the elegantly printed hangul on the pages in addition to the Italian. And they perused their menus.
“Wau, I had no idea there were so many types of pasta. I have no idea what to get…” Then, she mumbled a possible selection aloud.
Bringing his menu down, he insisted, “No, not that one, Eun-Jeong.” Shaking his head, he informed her, “It has scallops, and you’re allergic.”
“Oh, yeah! I see now. Thanks, Oppa!”
“My pleasure.”
“Always rescuing me, huh?” she beamed across the table at him.
He had his menu up again, partially hiding his face from view. He glanced at her over the top of it and nodded ever so slightly in the most adorable way.
After the most beautiful and delicious dinner Eun-Jeong thought she’d ever had, she thanked Seok-Young. And she took a moment to gaze out at the view.
“This has been such an amazing day…,” she murmured dreamily.
“It’s not over yet,” he replied.
And she wondered what else he could possibly have up his sleeve. “What’s next?”
“You’ll see…”
To Be Continued…
A/N: I hope this chapter was OK. I feel a little rusty and a bit out-of-touch with my stories. Also, there was so much ground to cover, so I hope that it wasn’t too much crammed in. I did cut it off earlier than planned because it was just too much, and I didn’t have the energy. And I know, I know, everyone is in love with Seok-Young, but hey, he IS Ji Hoo’s son… Haha. Well, let me know your thoughts!
Teaser for Next Chapter: The double-date. The Sos learn what’s wrong with Byeong-Ho, finally, and work to cope with it. Seok-Young and Mee-Yon have a falling out. A spiteful Mi Na and her friends team up with Baek-Hyeon to make trouble for Eun-Jeong and Seok-Young. Will an unexpected person come to her aid? The pop twins express their feelings for the Yoon siblings. And Aidan sings a painful ballad onstage.
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