February 16, 2014

JaeKyung didn't want to stop dancing; her parents knew this would happen and had already negotiated extra hours into the banquet hall rental. The die-hards left were most of WooBin's men, JaeKyung's bodyguards, young New York executives, and many of the idols that had come from Korea just to attend a great party.  Even Jaejoong had come late just for the after party.

The DJ had pumped up the music for the last few hours.  Everyone was out on the dance floor in small groups just having a good time, shaking off the week's stresses with music and of course, alcohol.  Many of the guests would be benefiting from hangover soup later that day.

The good thing about the hard dancing was Ilana had to sit and rest frequently and Jihoo sat with her.  They had all but been forgotten by the revelers during the last half hour or so.  He noticed her head beginning to droop in exhaustion and leaned her against his shoulder.  She didn't have the energy to protest nor was she uncomfortable.

 - "You're going to be hurting later."

 - "Mmm," she was too tired to talk.

Once WooBin decided JaeKyung had had enough, he was ready to say goodbye to all their guests and get on with the honeymoon portion of the night.  WooBin gathered the single men, of which Jihoo was dragged again, against his will, to the dance floor.  Ilana was left laughing at her friend’s misfortune.  WooBin naughtily burrowed under JaeKyung's skirts tickling and teasing his wife each painfully slow and deliberate inch of the way.  When he finally emerged triumphant with the coveted garter between his teeth, he flung it over his back.  Who was the fortunate recipient of the coveted prize?  Yoon Jihoo, who innocently was trying to get out of the way and it landed neatly, as if by magic, over his hand.

Ilana clapped and cheered along with everyone else, enjoying the show.  Until that is, she found herself being pushed to the center of the dance floor.  Her assailants, Gaeul and JanDi, did not let go until she was safely surrounded by the spectators and all the other single females.

 - "Hana, dul, set," the crowd counted to three and JaeKyung's bouquet went flying like a torpedo, heading straight for Ilana.  It was either catch it or get hit by it.  More cheers and clapping were heard.  Ilana was astounded, why does the person who knows for sure she will never marry, catch the bouquet?  She was about to hand it to the girl next to her, but JaeKyung came up to her.

 - "Come on, let's dance."

 - "JaeKyung...I can't anymore..."  Ilana tried to protest but it was impossible to get away from her.

Jihoo had similar issues with WooBin.

 - "Yo man, last dance, come on." The D.J. was already announcing the last song.

 - "We need the catcher of the garter and bouquet in the center of the dance floor," the D.J. announced.  Ilana tried to get away from JaeKyung without success and Jihoo was surrounded by the rest of the F4. There was no turning back and soon Jihoo and Ilana had a spotlight shone on them.  HyunJoong was back on the stage and the music began to play.

 - "This is a special request," Kim HyunJoong began:  "I want to give everything of me, if it were for you... (Love)."

Jihoo smiled, just as embarrassed as Ilana was but he had to keep cool for her sake.  He drew her in for the dance amongst the cheers from everyone on the edge of the dance floor.

Ilana closed her eyes, face burning, but soon relaxed in the sound of HyunJoong’s voice and music.  As always, there was such tenderness to it.

 - "I guess you don't want to translate?" Ilana asked her quiet dance partner. "He's putting such emotion into it.  It'd be nice to know what exactly it's all about."

Jihoo was quiet for a second longer and then began to translate.  "He's saying he wants to give everything of himself, if it were for that person, the only way he knows how is to breathe inside their heart.  He wants that person always with him, as if they were another part of him.  So even your littlest sadness…" Neither realized he switched from narrator to first person.  "...I can feel it too.  The fact that I like you so much, I become a more fragrant person.  You are so beautiful that…”

Ilana didn't know if it was her being extremely tired, or the music coupled with HyunJoong's voice or maybe it was Dr. Jihoo's own melodic voice, but she began to get teary.  Jihoo stopped narrating when he noticed Ilana's wet face.

 - "Gwenchana?"  Jihoo asked.

Ilana nodded 'yes'.  "Mianhae, I-I don't know what came over me.  The words...they're so sweet."  She moved her hand to wipe her eyes but he beat her to it.  Laying a hand on her cheek he used his thumb to wipe the tears and repeated the process on the other side with his other hand.

 - "Ilana-ssi doesn't need to apologize."  He drew her in closer until he could lean her head against his chest and she could feel his heart beating beneath her.  "You're just tired."

The F4 noisily followed the newlyweds back to the Shinwa hotel where they were staying the night and then heading to the Turks and Caicos Islands, Bahamas the next day.  The rest would be leaving for Seoul, including Jihoo.

It was almost 2 A.M. when Jihoo and Ilana finally returned to their apartment building.  In the parking garage, Jihoo looked at Ilana, who was sound asleep with his coat on her lap.  He'd turned the heat up pretty high, as she only had the tights under her dress.  He unbuckled her seatbelt and then went around opening the passenger side door.  He hated to have to wake her.

 - "Ilana-ssi, we're home."  He was grinning while he turned her body so her legs and torso were now facing him.  "Come on, wake up," he pulled her out of the car as gently as possible.

Ilana felt as if she was falling.  Waking up, she was startled to find herself on her feet and someone holding her up.  It was Dr. Jihoo.  The momentary fear that comes with waking up not knowing where you are and with whom, left her upon seeing him.  "Wh-what, where-where are we?" she said trying to clear her head and figure out where she was.

- "Paboya, we are home, can you walk?"

Ilana nodded and tried to walk.

Her feet immediately remembered what they had been doing all night and sent a painful reminder to her brain.  "Ow!"  She twisted her foot to avoid the pain and would have fallen if Jihoo didn’t know her well enough not to leave her side.

 - "Hop on my back,” he had steadied her and was now crouching in front of her.

 - "Anieyo!"  She protested.

 - "Then I'll carry you.  You're freezing, pali and choose."

Ilana nervously bit her lip and climbed on his back, not believing she was doing that and in a dress to top it off.  It really wasn't fair, he was so warm and she was so cold.  And after the entire day, he still had that fresh from the shower scent.  Ilana was just starting to relax again when they were at her door. 

 - "What's your security code," Jihoo asked.

 - "Mollah," she couldn't even think she was so tired.

 - "I guess you're sleeping in the hall."

 - "Let me down, I'll remember once I see the number key."  Once her fingers were on the number pad they took over as if of their own free will.  Ilana went straight to the couch, hopped on and closed her eyes, not willing to move one more step.

Jihoo shook his head and went to her room, turned down her bed and returned to the living room.  He removed her shoes and peeled off her scarf and gloves.  "Now, give me your coat."  Ilana grumbled, so he pulled her to a sitting and then standing position "The sooner Ilana-ssi gives me her coat, the sooner she can go to sleep."  That at least she could do with her eyes closed.  "I'll hang up your coat and see myself out.  Go to sleep, agassi."

 - "Gomawoyo."

 - "Anieyo," he dismissed her thanks, putting a hand on her shoulder.  "Don't let Kim HyunJoong-ssi tire you out later."  He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, making them both blush.  He stood by her door, "and don't talk to strangers while I'm gone."

 - "Overprotective Oppa," Ilana shooed him out the door.

Ilana slept immediately and didn't wake until nine thirty.  She and HyunJoong agreed first one up would call the other.  Of course, Ilana would be up before the sleep loving idol.

Ilana:  Gonna hop in the shower, if you're not at my place by noon, you're on your own for breakfast.

Ilana let the scalding hot water remove the leftover aches and kinks from her legs and feet.  Even her arms were sore.  How many hours had she and Dr. Jihoo danced?  The hours had flown by as they danced and talked.  It had been such a long time that she had felt so comfortable and safe.  As if nothing bad could ever happen to her as long as he was at her side.  She continued to ponder that as she got herself dressed and breakfast made.

Sleeping Beauty finally arrived around eleven thirty.

 - "Good morning, sunshine!"  Ilana greeted her guest with annoying cheerfulness, to which he just glared.  If everyone could see their favorite idol being less than charming, they wouldn't be idols. "There's coffee made and I know your favorite is spicy rice cakes, so I think you'll like breakfast."  Her guest brightened at the mention of food.  Within five minutes Ilana placed a steaming plate of chorizo, eggs, and two flour tortillas in front of him.

 - "This is good!”  HyunJoong eyes went wide in surprise, he mumbled happily while chewing.

 - "Remember, I'm sharing my Nana's gifts with you.  None of the store bought stuff for her; she makes it from scratch once a month.   I generally made myself scarce on those days."

 - "How are you going to cook for nampyon if you don't learn."

Ilana glared at her chauvinistic guest.  "I'm never getting married and I can cook well enough to feed myself.  I'll take your plate since you don't want anymore," she began to pull his plate away.

 - "Anieyo!  Mianhaeyo!  I'll never say anything about your cooking ever again." Ilana laughed at his puppy dog eyes.  She relented and not only returned his plate but served him more.  She turned her back and was going to wash the pan.

 - "I'll have to teach YoungSaeng how to cook."  HyunJoong had his head down and a death grip on his plate.

Ilana walked over to him, grabbed his cap and smacked him on the head with it, setting the man laughing uncontrollably.  "Chinchayo?  Micheoussu."  Giving him the 'coo-coo' sign only made him laugh even harder.  The food had revived him and was now in a playful mood.  "Knock it off or I'll douse HyunJoong-ssi with cold water!"  She was already turning to the sink.

 - "Anieyo!  Anieyo!  Mianhaeyo!  Mianhaeyo!"  HyunJoong tried to regain his composure.

 - "Finish eating and decide what you want to do today?  Other than eating."

Still grinning, he said:  "Let's just go to Central Park."

 - "Seriously?"  Ilana thought.  "It's freezing outside and my legs and feet still kill me from the night before."  Figures the nature lover didn't want to hop on a sightseeing bus.  To her guest, she said:  "Arraso, but you owe me a hot drink from the cafe and I'm not racing you."

 - "Guerae."

Bundled in warm jackets and multiple layers for Ilana, the two walked the mile or so to the park.  Once there HyunJoong took the lead.  He had already been looking up things to do at the park.  They wandered around some of the woodsy trails enjoying the scenery and talking.

 - "Greon, how did Ilana-ssi come to be Yoon Jihoo's date last night?"  HyunJoong was still wondering if she should know who he really is.

 - "I wasn't his date, I just came with him."  He tried to figure if there was a difference but couldn't find any.

 - "Hajiman how does Ilana-ssi know him and the rest of F4?"

 - "I work with Dr. Jihoo and what is F4?"

 - "Chincha?  I guess only few people know that 'Boys over Flowers' is loosely based on their lives? Gu JunPyo, Yoon Jihoo, So YiJeong and Song WooBin are the Flowers 4, the wealthiest, most powerful chaebol families in South Korea."

 - "That's the drama you were in, right?"

 - "Deh, greomyo, their names were changed and some of the plot is over dramatized."

Ilana didn't know what to think.  They all seem so...normal.  "I'm sure no one here knows about Dr. Jihoo."  She sighed, unsure what to do with this information.  "HyunJoong-ssi, my boss says everyone comes to New York for a reason, Dr. Jihoo has his and I have mine.  I trust him, I'm not sure since when, but he's become an invaluable friend to me here.  He is under no obligation to tell me about his past, just as I won't be sharing mine.  What matters is the present and our future."

HyunJoong considered her words.  She seemed to be at peace with her new life in New York.  He was glad for her but he had seen how comfortable she was with YoonJihoo.  Although he didn't know her well, he wondered about the friendship she had with the chaebol.  He'd have to keep her talking.  "Let's go ice skating and you can tell me all about your life in New York."

 - "Ice skating!   I've never ice skated in my life!  And it's cold!"

 - "Just a few laps?"  HyunJoong was a bundle of energy.

 - "Dr. Jihoo told me to tell you not to tire me out," Ilana whined.

 - "As soon as you're too tired, we'll stop.  Nae dongsaeng-deul would kill me if I let anything happen to you."

Once on the rink, Ilana found staying upright next to impossible had HyunJoong not been holding on to her.

 - "Didn't you roller blade when you were younger?"

 - "Anieyo, the only thing I rode was my horse.  That's only a little bigger than these skates."

 - "Deh, jeogumyo,” he laughed.  “It's all in the balance; when Ilana-ssi can skate a lap without falling, I'll get you something warm to drink."

That was not a consolation.  HyunJoong patiently taught her enough to keep from falling; which she did a few times.  Ilana found the exercise exhilarating and not at all taxing on her strength.  At least, once she was able to stay upright without wobbling.

 - "Yah!  You've got the hang of it!"  HyunJoong cheered her on as she completed several laps without falling.

 - "Mansae!"  Ilana shouted and slowed her skating to where she could grab onto HyunJoong to help her stop.  "I'm really cold now; I didn't feel it while I was skating but it caught up to me as soon as I stopped."  Ilana was definitely afraid of getting sick again.

 - "Arraso, let's get another warm drink and take the cab back to your place."

 - "Sounds wonderful, I won't be able to move tomorrow and Dr. Jihoo won't be around to give me a ride."

 - "Do you and Dr. Jihoo not go on dates often?" 

She glared at his poker face.  "He tries to keep me out of trouble."

 - "That must be a full-time job."

 - "Yah!"  Ilana socked him in the arm, only to encounter something solid under his puff jacket.   "Alright, Superman, why are you teasing me?"

 -  "Because it's fun and Ilana-ssi is an easy target," he laughed at the scowl on her face.  "Gwenchana, Macknae gets it much worse."

 - "Mmm, you guys are cruel to him."

 - "That's how we show him our love."

 - "With chingu like that, who needs enemies."

A hot drink and a warm cab ride later, Ilana and HyunJoong returned to her apartment.

 - "If I sit down, I won't be able to get back up again.  I'll start making dinner."

 - "What can I do?"

 - "Anjayo."

 - "Anieyo, let me help.  I can't just watch you do all the work."

 - "Arraso…I’ll let you make the rice.  We make it different than you guys do."  Ilana gave HyunJoong an onion, garlic, and tomato as well as instructions.  They both set to work.

 - "I'm surprised Dr. Jihoo and his friends allowed a drama to be filmed about them."

 - "From what I understand, Gu JunPyo was all for it.  Their lives now don't resemble their childhood much.  They swore not to make their parents mistakes."

 - "Waeyo?  What was their childhood like?"  She was curious, mainly because of her own dreaded childhood; she hoped to hear happy stories.

HyunJoong thought about it and regretted saying anything to her.  He knew her parent’s early demise left her in a depression so deep, it still affected her.  Finding out about Yoon Jihoo’s early loss and being shunned by his Grandfather for fourteen years he feared, would have a negative effect on her.  Not to mention Madam Kang’s treatment of her children and Jan Di and So YiJeong’s adulterous Father and suicidal Mother.  Song WooBin had the most normal childhood of all; unfortunately, his family is the Korean mafia royal family.

 - "There's nothing to tell, they were spoiled brats, got everything they ever wanted, until Guam JanDi came around and taught them how to care for others more than themselves.  Just forget I ever said anything about F4; I didn't like that drama anyway."

 - "Arraseo," Ilana was still a little curious but she took HyunJoong's word for it.  Dr. Jihoo certainly did not resemble a spoiled brat.  Whatever they were in the past, they aren't now.  "Your life and character are shaped by the choices you make and the circumstances life throws at you."  Ilana mused.

Once dinner was ready, Ilana separated a hearty amount of it and placed the portion in two containers.  "Let me just hang this on Dr. Jihoo's door, I'll be right back."  Ilana scribbled something on a notepad and was out the door.  HyunJoong was left wondering about this friendship.  He couldn't put it into words, the two were closer than perhaps she or even he would admit.  At same the time; he thought, perhaps they didn't realize it.

Ilana rang the doorbell to Jihoo's apartment and ran back to her own, smiling to herself.

 - "Mianhae, let's eat now," Ilana announced, upon her return.

Jihoo was doing some work on his laptop when he heard the doorbell.  He rose from his chair and went to answer the door within seconds.  He figured it was one of his friends come to sequester him for some reason or other.  There was no one in the viewfinder.  Thinking this strange, he opened the door anyway, to find no one again, but a bag hanging from his doorknob.

He smiled recognizing the bag as one of Ilana's.  He entered his kitchen emptying the bag of its contents and a note:

If Dr. Jihoo is home, it means you're working and not thinking about dinner.

“True,” he thought.

Since you're not bugging me, it means you're at work.  If you are at work, you have no concept of what time it is and won't have, for several more hours.  By which time you'll be too tired to stop and eat.  You probably have an early schedule tomorrow and will want to come home and prepare.  You will do this late into the night and fall asleep somewhere other than in your bed.

Jihoo was laughing by now.

If it's either of these two scenarios, then I've saved nae chingu from begopah (?).  If not, then you're friends have sequestered you and since the yeoja like to eat, you'll be having dinner with them.  In which case you'll have a heat and serve breakfast handy.

Take care of yourself this week, I'll hold down the fort.

Still chuckling, he began to serve himself.  He wondered how she had known his habits so well.

 - "That was fast," HyunJoong said.  "Do you live on the same floor?"

 - "Deh, two doors apart."

 - "That's why you ride to work together."

 - "Anieyo, I don't remember when we started riding together.  I think when I sprained my knee, then I got sick and it just became routine.  I did say he tries to keep me out of trouble.”

 - "Somebody has to," he grinned at her.  The food was very good, he ate with relish and teasing his host was so much fun.  His dongsaeng-deul must be happy with her progress, especially now that they would be enlisting and Min and Suzy getting married.  They always kept him informed on what she was doing or in most cases not doing.

Ilana filled up a cookie sheet with defrosted cookie dough, her Nana had made, for dessert.  In the meantime, HyunJoong made hot chocolate while Ilana filled the dishwasher.  Once their dessert was ready, they sat for more chatting and teasing.

 - "Gueron, other than Yoon Jihoo Uissa, do you have more chingu?"  He knew he'd get grilled for information by YoungSaeng and KyuJong, later.  He had to get as much information as possible.  They already were curious as to how they had attended the same wedding but he didn't go into detail.

 - "Mmm, Abigaíl.  I spend most of my lunches with her and occasional weekends.  Her family is daeback.  YuJin is also very nice and Shancai but they're a little too micheoussu for me.  ShiYoon's fiancé or wife, I think they just haven't had an official wedding yet, which is why he calls her his fiancé.  Mainly Dr. Jihoo and Abigaíl.  Abigaíl has seen 'Boys over Flowers' or I could've taken you to her family's restaurant."

 - "Joah, I have more than one fan in New York."

 - "Anieyo, Abigaíl is a Lee MinHo fan,” she smiled, wondering if she would get a reaction out of him.

 - "MinHo and I both work hard at our career’s; I can appreciate the talents of others."

 - "You're no fun," Ilana pouted that her dig didn't bother him but, that's what she admired about him as well.  "YuJin is a huge fan and Shancai, but Kike Oppa is an anti, mianhaeyo."

To this, he had to laugh.  "Waeyo?  We don't share the same fan base."

 - "Deh, it was Kim HyunJoong that rekindled my joy for music."

 - "Anieyo!"  That was too much credit for him.  All he did was sing.  "Nae dongsaeng-deul had already opened that window in your heart."  Ilana smiled thinking of those three lovable guys and of course Jung Min who was just as loveable, but slightly crazier.  "Speaking of nae dongsaeng-deul..."  He was treading dangerously; he knew Ilana suffered still from the early death of her parents.  Also, judging from her panic attack he witnessed on the ship and things YoungSaeng has hinted at, he thought there was something more to her story.  His dongsaeng really cared for and he thought she did too.  He wanted to know why she wasn't accepting his offer.

 - "What about them?"  She smiled.

 - "They will be enlisting soon."  He noticed her smile fade.  "Will you be...accepting YoungSaeng's offer?"  Ilana felt her heart beating very fast.  She shook her head 'no', because the word was stuck in .  "Do you love him?"

 - "I do...or...I think I do...Mollah?"  Her gaze was fixed elsewhere other than the man across from her.  She could not answer a simple question and she couldn't tell him why.  "I'm just not planning on getting married...ever.  I-I can't.  Please don't ask?"

 - "Is the reason you can't, bigger than your happiness and YoungSaeng's happiness."

 - "Deh, it's because I care for him too much to tie him down to me.  I care more about his happiness than mine.  I can't be that selfish, even if every time I say no, I'm thinking:  would it be so bad to say ‘yes’."  Ilana took a drink from her mug and he noticed her hands shake.

He hadn't meant to grieve her; he just wanted to help her sort things through.  If his dongsaeng were here, he'd make them talk it out.  He had been referee for the guys many times.  "Ilana-ssi, YoungSaeng is one of my best friends but I'm not trying to put aside your feelings for his."

 - "Arrayo, HyunJoong-ssi helped us start talking again after my panic attack."

 - "YoungSaeng would never hurt you and Ilana-ssi could never do wrong in his eyes.  You're his Cinderella."  He wanted to know why Ilana was restraining her heart; although, he thought he knew.  He's sung enough songs about unrequited love to be an expert.  He had to voice his opinion, for both their sakes.  "Ilana-ssi, perhaps YoungSaeng is the first namja to treat you with respect and what you feel for him is not romantic love.  Maybe it's love for someone who saved your life, a crush."  Ilana looked at him wide eyed.  "Maybe that's why you can't say yes; not because whatever happened in your past."  She was still wide eyed but listening, he was heartened to continue.  "That's a good start.  In a country that still practices arranged marriages, that's better than what most couples have but Ilana and YoungSaeng deserve better than that.  You deserve to love and be loved, knowing that that person is the one God handpicked for you."

Ilana's eyes were getting moist, dangerously close to overflowing.   "They say leaders are born not made," Ilana thought.  Kim HyunJoong was made a leader but he already had the wiring for one.  She wondered how he could say those things with such assurance.  It was as reassuring as it was frightening.  If she didn't love YoungSaeng, it meant she could never love like that.  It was all an Illusion, she really had known this already but hearing it from someone else hurt much more. 

HyunJoong could see her inner turmoil.  "Gwenchana," he said, putting a hand on her shoulder.  "Gwenchana, YoungSaeng will always be Oppa; that will never change.  But when you find your true love, it will be completely natural, not forced.  It will come upon you when you least expect it and feel like it's always been.”

 - "Anieyo, love like that is not for me, I've known that most of my life," Ilana said quietly, a tear escaping.  She stood up; HyunJoong had that same intense gaze that Dr. Jihoo had.  The one that said 'I know what you're thinking'.  She put her mug in the sink to avoid looking at him.

 - "Yah, jeongmal!  Ilana-ssi can have her own true love one day.  That same window that let the music in can be a door for your true love to walk in and surprise you.  Hajiman if Ilana-ssi locks it and throws away the key, he can't come in and surprise you.”

 - "I don't like surprises," she mumbled.

 - "Paboya, surprises can be good."

 - "If HyunJoong-ssi says so."

HyunJoong made Ilana bundle back up and go out for another walk.  He wasn't going to let her close herself up again.  They walked around the block and talked about Seoul and the upcoming wedding.  Ilana couldn't wait to see everyone again, including Kike.  He'd been so busy being a judge on the television series ‘The Voice’; he hadn't been able to visit.  They ended their evening before nine.  Ilana had to work the next morning and HyunJoong was flying out early with the Shinwa Group CEO, his friends, and their wives.  A hug goodbye and he was gone, with a promise of dinner upon her arrival to Seoul.

Ilana got ready for bed and had just made herself comfortable when the phone rang, it was Dr. Jihoo.  She didn't really feel like talking; she was tired from her day, and tired from HyunJoong's insight.  Ilana had two choices; close the window or let the music in.

 - "Yeobosayo," she answered.

 - "Yeobosayo, Ilana-ssi sounds tired."  As much as it amused him to hear her Korean, he didn't like how sad she sounded.  Ilana was usually in a playful mood when she spoke Korean.

 - "Deh."

 - "Na told Ilana-ssi not to let HyunJoong-ssi tire you out."

 - "Arrayo," she smiled and he heard it.  "If anyone knows HyunJoong-ssi, you know he can't help it.  He's like the energizer bunny."

 - "Deh, he is.  How was your day? "

 - "Joah."  Ilana thought about it for a little, but she did have a good day.  Even though she wished HyunJoong hadn't had that conversation with her, it was somehow reassuring.

 - "Gomawoyo, for dinner.  I was home and working and not paying attention to the time."

 - "Ha!  I knew it."  She was smiling widely by now.

 - "Behave yourself while I'm gone.  Don't talk to strangers, keep warm and don't forget to eat.”

 - "Deh!  Tch.  Didn't we have this conversation already?  Overprotective Oppa!"

 - "Majayo (That's right)!  Jalja, you need your rest for tomorrow."

 - "Jalja, don't miss me too much this week."

 - "Anieyo, go to sleep."  They both hung up with smiles on their faces.  Ilana went straight to sleep and Jihoo went back to work for a few hours more.

Jihoo had everything packed and ready to go, he purposely stayed up most of the night so he could sleep on the plane.  He lay down for a two-hour nap.  His last thought before sleep took over was that he really would miss his constant companion.  He couldn’t imagine having been at the wedding without her.  He fell asleep with a smile on his face, remembering the dances they shared.

Alrighty, my loves, one very long day for Ilana, Jihoo, and HyunJoong.  HyunJoong only spilled half the beans and regretted it.  If you haven't done so already, please check out my one-shot:  http://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/806108/my-day-at-the-fair-kimhyunjoong-kimjaejoong-originalchacter