Hello, I am here again with Chapter. Sorry that I didn't give much of Ga Eul and Yi Jung because this story is about mostly JanHoo but SoEul will also be there when Yi Jung, Woo Bin, and Ga Eul travel to New York for the holidays

"Hey, Yi Jung-ah?" Ga Eul whispered softly over the phone, her cheeks turning red with a hint of shyness.

"Ga Eul-yang," Yi Jung responded, a smile crossing his lips upon hearing Ga Eul's voice after such a long time. He had been burning to call and talk to her, but he recalled how she had asked him to give her time to think about where their relationship was heading. He didn't want to rush her or make her feel pressured, so he patiently waited for her to reach out first.

"How is your hand?" she asked shyly, recalling the accident that had injured his hand two years ago before he left for Sweden.

Yi Jung's smile widened as he remembered the incident Ga Eul was referring to. It had been a painful memory, but it also reminded him of how much she cared for him. He reassured her. "Much better, thank you," Yi Jung replied, his voice filled with genuine gratitude. "The cast is off now, and I've been doing some physical therapy to regain strength. It's been a slow process, but I'm getting there." He couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that Ga Eul still cared about his well-being, even after their recent uncertainties.

"So, does that mean you are back to practicing pottery?"

Yi Jung smiled warmly at Ga Eul's question. "Not quite yet" he admitted. "I still need some more time to fully recover and regain my dexterity. But I've been sketching and brainstorming new ideas in the meantime. It's been a therapeutic way for me to stay connected to my craft while I heal." He paused for a moment before adding, "I can't wait to get back to the pottery wheel, though; it's where I feel most alive."

"I'm happy to hear that. I thought you would never recover," Ga Eul replied with a relieved smile. "It's inspiring to see how you've found a way to keep your passion alive even during your recovery. I'm sure once you're back at the pottery wheel, your creations will be even more amazing than before."

"I guess…" he smiled. You're the reason…the reason I want to be better for you—for the promise I made to you and myself."

Ga Eul blushed, touched by his words. "I believe in you and your talent. I know that when you're back at the pottery wheel, you'll create beautiful masterpieces that will touch people's hearts."

"And you?" he asked with a hint of seriousness in his voice. "Will it touch you?"

A moment passed over their cell phones as they both contemplated his question. Ga Eul finally broke the silence, her voice filled with sincerity. "Your creations have always touched me, and I have no doubt that they will continue to do so because your deepest feelings and emotions are poured into every piece you create, and that's how I know what you feel." Her voice carried a sense of admiration and understanding.

Yi Jung's voice was a mixture of excitement and apprehension as he spoke, "Sending you the design fills me with a sense of accomplishment, but also leaves me feeling nervous. It's a project that I have dedicated weeks of hard work and creativity to, and I can't wait to get started on it. However, I am also anxious to know your thoughts on it. Before hanging up, let's discuss about it together."

"Of course, I would love to see it." Ga Eul replied, her face breaking into a warm smile as she reached for her phone to check the message Yi Jung had sent. She knew that Yi Jung was a perfectionist and always put his heart and soul into his work, especially after recovering from his injuries. She was eager to see what he had created and share her opinion with him.

"So, Otter…" Ji Hoo said taking her hand while they walked into the campus together. "Have you decided on my…proposal yet?"

"Oh…that," she said recalling how she had been trying to avoid it. she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, a rosy hue creeping onto her cheeks. "The thing is—"

As they walked through the crowded hallway, he suddenly stopped and turned to face her. His grip on her hand was firm and he looked at her with a determined expression. Without giving her a chance to speak, he spoke up, "I want to move in with you." He ignored the curious onlookers as he pulled her closer to him.

His eyes were filled with hope and love as he continued, "I know that we are best friends and we have been through so much together, but I want to protect you from getting hurt again. I want to be there for you every single day, to make you feel safe and loved. I want to remind you of who we are and what we mean to each other."

As he spoke, he caressed the soft skin of her arms, his touch sending shivers down her spine. He paused for a moment, watching her reaction with bated breath, before adding, "We are soulmates, not just friends, and you know it."

"Sunbae…" Jan Di was at a loss for words. She could feel her heart racing as she looked into his sincere eyes. The weight of his words sank in, and she couldn't deny the truth in them. Deep down, she had always felt a special connection with him—something beyond friendship. But fear and uncertainty held her back from fully embracing it, and they were all the strings attached to Gu Jun Pyo.

He stood before her, his gaze soft and gentle. As he spoke her name, "Jan Di-ah," the tenderness in his voice sent a wave of goosebumps down her arms. With a gentle touch, he brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering against her soft skin. He drew her closer to him, and as their faces drew near, their foreheads touched. His hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her towards him in an embrace that felt both safe and loving. With their eyes closed, their breaths mingled in the small space between them, and their noses brushed against each other. At that moment, all her doubts and fears seemed to dissolve away, replaced by a warm sense of comfort, and belonging. It was a feeling that she had long denied, but now, as she stood in his arms, she knew it to be true—she was falling deeply in love with him.

"OK, I accept sunbae, but my hostel is small for a rich man like you."

"If you are worried about me…" he whispered, his breath hitting her lips gently, "don't be. It's not about the size or luxury; it's about being with you." His words melted her heart, reassuring her that their connection was more important than material possessions. "I know all these two years we've been sharing a bed just for naps, but I want to move in with you as…" he leaned closer to her ear. "Your man." He finished.

The students around them whispered and exchanged curious glances, intrigued by the unexpected display of affection between the two. Some couldn't help but feel a pang of envy, wishing they could experience such genuine love and connection themselves. Others, however, couldn't help but question the authenticity of their relationship, wondering if it was just another case of infatuation or a passing fling. While some girls around began to sneer, particularly at Jan Di.

"I can't believe Yoon Ji Hoo would have interest in such a plain girl," whispered one of the girls, her voice dripping with disdain.

Jan Di, though aware of the judgmental stares and whispers, said, "Sunbae!" She pulled away from Ji Hoo. "We are in public. Stop saying that."

"I don't care," Ji Hoo stated firmly as he looked at the students around them. He took her hand in front of them and caressed her knuckles before bringing it to his lips for a gentle kiss. His lips lingered on her skin, sending a wave of shock and awe through the onlookers. The gesture silenced the whispers and caused some of the girls to question their own judgmental thoughts.

Jan Di blushed with embarrassment, her heart racing at the bold display of affection. She recalled yesterday's incident at his house. He had boldly cupped her left when they were in his bed, catching her off guard. Although she had initially felt uncomfortable, she couldn't deny the undeniable feeling—that good feeling he had awakened.

night before…

"Can we share a hostel?" Ji Hoo asked.

Jan Di pulled away from his arms, her head resting on the pillow. "I don't know," she replied.

Ji Hoo drew closer to her, placing his hand just below her bosom. He then recalled how she had confessed to her best friend that she had enjoyed it when he caressed her . "Why are you hesitating?" he questioned her while inching his hand slowly upwards.

Jan Di's heart raced as she felt that same feeling during the day, but this one tonight seemed different, more intense, and not accidental. Jan Di blushed, feeling a mix of desire and uncertainty. "It's not that I don't want to," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm just worried about what others might think if they find out."

This time he knew what he was doing, and she could sense the desire in his touch. His eyes locked with hers as his large hand fully cupped her left and began massaging it gently with so much sensuality. Her cheeks reddened under the moonlight, and she closed her eyes and surrendered to the overwhelming rush of pleasure that coursed through her body.

…

His skilled touch was overwhelming as he ran his hand over the buttons of the t-shirt she was wearing, teasingly tracing the contours of the curve of her . The anticipation built as he slowly undid each button, revealing glimpses of her skin with every movement of his fingers. The air was filled with a mixture of desire and anticipation as she felt the heat between them intensify. She couldn't help but let out a soft moan, craving his touch on her bare skin... With each touch, the desire between them grew stronger, igniting a fiery passion that neither could deny.

"What—what are…you…doing?" She stammered, her voice trembling with a mix of excitement and uncertainty, as she watched him continue to undress her. The vulnerability in her voice only fueled his desire, making him want to explore every inch of her body... She could feel her heart racing as his fingers continued their exploration, touching her warm skin directly for the first time.

"Don't you like it?" he whispered against her ear while twisting her gently between his fingers and pulling on it slightly, eliciting a gasp from her lips.

Jan Di gasped, unable to form a coherent response, as his touch intensified the electric current running through her body. The air crackled with anticipation, their connection deepening with each passing moment. "Sunbae…"

"Do you like it?" he asked once more, caressing the curve of her firm with his thumb as he continued to sensitive . Jan Di's breath hitched, and her mind clouded with desire as she struggled to find the words to convey her overwhelming pleasure. She nodded, her eyes locked with his, silently begging for more.

Every nerve in her body tingled with desire, and she could only manage a whisper, "Yes…Yes, I do." Her voice was barely audible, but the sincerity in her response was unmistakable. The raw passion between them grew as they both surrendered to the intoxicating pleasure that consumed them.

"Say it once more?" he asked, his forehead resting against hers. "Please," he pleaded, his still hand working magic on her sensitive .

"Yes—" she gasped, her voice barely taking a breath. "Yes, I... like it," she confessed, her words filled with a mixture of vulnerability and longing.

The intensity in his eyes deepened, and his lips met hers, brushing against them gently before he whispered, "I've wanted to hear you say that for so long." His touch became more urgent as if fueled by her admission. "I know I have told you this before, but I love you more than words can express, he added. "I don't want to stop loving you, Otter" he murmured, his voice filled with a hint of desperation. "You're everything to me, and I want to spend the rest of my life showing you just how much you mean to me." The weight of his words hung in the air, their love now intertwined with a sense of uncertainty about the future.

"Sunbae..." Jan Di was overwhelmed by his confession, her heart pounding in her chest. She opened to speak, but she was silenced by the tip of his tongue lightly tracing her lips. The intensity of his gaze held her captive as if he could see into the depths of her soul. Every nerve in her body tingled with anticipation, craving more of his touch.

Ji Hoo, day by day, took her by surprise at how bold he could be when his actions spoke louder than words. The flirting between them had always been playful and innocent, but now that it had taken a passionate turn, the gentle, innocent caresses were more intense and electrifying. The innocent kisses on her cheeks were now replaced with lingering brushes against her lips. The boundaries that once held them back seemed to dissolve, replaced by a fiery desire that consumed them both.

This was the real Ji Hoo; his personality had changed from stoic to passionate and bold. He had shed his reserved demeanor and embraced his true desires, allowing himself to fully express his love and longing for her. It was as if a new side of him had been unleashed, revealing a depth of emotion that had always been there but was hidden beneath the surface. With each touch and kiss, he conveyed a profound connection that words could never capture. His actions were never fake or forced; they were genuine and filled with an intensity that left her breathless. In his presence, she felt alive and cherished, with no limits to their passion and affection. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in a timeless bubble of love. It was a love that transcended boundaries and defied logic, igniting a fire within their souls that burned brighter with each passing moment.

…

Just by looking into her eyes, he opened the fourth button of her t-shirt and continued to massage her gently, his lips meeting hers in a passionate and electrifying kiss. Jan Di's mind went blank as the world around them faded away, consumed by the intensity of the desire.

The kiss was just a brush, electrifying as she said, "I can't think now t