Jan Di woke up, feeling refreshed. She refused to completely open her eyes – she could smell him everywhere. She savored his scent and smiled. It was like he was right there beside her.

Memories of the night before came flooding back.

She sat up with a jolt. It was still dark outside. She looked around and saw his scarf on the bench and noticed his coat still wrapped around her. Ah, that's what she smelled. She couldn't believe she fell asleep in the library. She stood up quietly, wondering why her sunbae had left her alone in the library in the dead of night. She had walked a few steps when she noticed a copper colored head resting on top of the table. She walked closer to him in disbelief. He was breathing quietly, and she couldn't help but stare at his beautiful face. Her heart gave a small jolt. She tried to ignore it, and she reached out to touch him gently on the cheek.

I can't believe you slept here too, sunbae.

Just as she was about to brush his cheek her phone rang.

Ji Hoo sat up with a start, still looking sleepy. His hair was in disarray, but he still managed to look good. She cursed silently and put her phone on silent.

"Hey, you're up." He smiled that smile she knew so well. She loved that smile. Her heart gave another jolt.

"I can't believe we slept here," was all she could say. She could feel herself turn red. She was just glad it was dark enough in the library for anyone to see that.

He stood up, gathered their things, and handed her a piece of paper. She looked at it and saw he had carefully drawn and labeled the anatomy page she was having issues with.

"I thought this might help you remember the parts better than what they showed in the book."

"Thanks, sunbae." Another jolt. What was wrong with her? She was going to have to get her heart checked. And maybe her head too.

He winced as he stretched. She looked at him, concerned.

"Sunbae, are you ok?" she asked, worry etched on her face.

He grinned. "Yeah, I slept on it wrong," he pointed at his neck. "I'll be fine. Let's go get breakfast and head home. I miss my bed."

...

Jan Di stared at her phone. She had just finished talking to Jun Pyo for one whole hour – something that was rare for them lately. It was night time in New York, and she could tell that Jun Pyo was tired because towards the end of their conversation she heard him just say ah or hmmm in response, but she didn't care. She babbled on incessantly about everything and nothing, because by doing so she hoped the guilt and doubt she had been feeling lately would dissipate.

Why am I feeling guilty? She asked herself. It wasn't like she had cheated on Jun Pyo – she hadn't done anything she hadn't been doing since she'd met him. She just hung out with her sunbae, who was her best friend.

But she couldn't help but feel a nagging feeling deep inside her. She tried to push it away and bury it deep. But something had changed...something felt different.

No. She had to reinforce herself. Nothing's changed. You're just...tired. And confused.

Jan Di scrunched her face in concentration. She had to focus. School was getting harder. She finally gave up her job at the Porridge restaurant because between her studies and helping out at the clinic, she just never had enough hours in the day. Money was tight also. She felt so grateful she still had a scholarship even though she had failed a class. The scholarship money covered her tuition, books, and a little bit of spending money. She needed to get her grades back up so she could finish her last year of pre-med with a scholarship. Jun Pyo had offered to pay for her schooling numerous times but she made him promise not to interfere. He didn't understand why she would choose to struggle with money when he could just freely hand it to her. She sighed. Things seemed so easy for the rich.

She had just finished eating supper and was on her way to the library when she saw her sunbae through the library window. He sat on a bench, eyes closed, a book open on his lap. Her lips curled into a smile. Her plan to not see him often did not exactly pan out because saw him every day at school, although they had agreed to alternate their shifts at Grandfather's clinic so he would always have help.

Grandfather had been working less hours lately – though he refused to admit it, his age was catching up to him. He needed to rest often.

She frowned. Ji Hoo was supposed to be at the clinic tonight. Why was he at the library at this time? Lately, he had also been spending more time at the art centre, often heading there for an hour or two after the clinic.

She walked cautiously towards him so as not to wake him up. His breathing was even, his head leaning on the wall beside him. She cocked her head to the side and stared at him.

I could stare at you all day.

She shook her head and reprimanded herself.

She sat close to him and started studying. She glanced occasionally at him, making sure he was still asleep. After almost two hours, she heard him shift on the bench, and then yawn. When she turned he was looking at her inquiringly.

"Aren't you supposed to be at the clinic? Did Grandfather close early today?"

Jan Di arched an eyebrow. "You're the one that should be there tonight."

Ji Hoo blinked, sleep still evident in his eyes. "But it's Tuesday. It's your turn."

She rolled her eyes. "It's Wednesday, sunbae."

He stared at her in horror. He looked at his watch, stood up quickly, and ran towards the door.

Jan Di saw that he left his coat on the bench, so she grabbed it and ran after him. He was standing outside the door, looking up at the sky. It was raining heavily. Jan Di stepped outside and handed him his coat.

Then she heard the door click shut.

Her eyes widened in horror and she turned to open the door but they were locked. Ji Hoo tried to pry them open, to no avail. She remembered they had implemented new security measures around campus. After a certain hour the doors would lock automatically and can only be opened from the inside. Jan Di looked longingly inside at her backpack that hung on the chair, and the warm, dry solace of the library. They stood outside the door where about 5 feet of the roof jutted out providing them a little shelter from the rain, waiting for the heavy rain to subside.

Jan Di rubbed her arms as she started to feel cold. Ji Hoo took off his coat and draped it around her shoulders.

"But sunbae, you'll get cold," she protested.

"I'm fine," he assured her. "But we better call someone or get inside another building or we'll get sick out here."

"My phone's inside," she pointed at her backpack.

Ji Hoo sighed. "And I forgot mine at home today." He looked around. There were a few buildings close by. Maybe he could run and check if he could get into one of them. Or find someone with a phone. They could wait, of course, but he was worried that Jan Di would get sick. He could hear her teeth chattering and see her shivering. He was freezing also, but he wasn't about to tell her that. He tucked his hands into his pockets to keep them warm.

"Hey, I'm going to run and see if that building over there is open, ok? Or maybe someone has a phone we can borrow."

"But you'll get soaked!" Jan Di protested.

"I won't melt if I get wet," he grinned. "Besides, we need to get out of this weather."

Jan Di simply nodded. She was so cold.

Ji Hoo took one more look at her and then ran. The rain pelted him heavily. Within a minute, he was soaked. He reached the other building and tried the door. It was locked. He cursed under his breath. The next building was a little farther, and there was no guarantee it would be open.

He was getting ready to run there when he saw a couple in the distance walking with an umbrella. He ran towards them. They stopped when they noticed him. Please have a phone, please have a phone, he thought to himself.

"Do you have a phone I can borrow? We got locked out and need to get home." He had to shout to be heard as the rain fell loudly.

The girl looked at him and nodded. She took out her phone and handed it to him. Her boyfriend just stood there, watching.

Ji Hoo dialed his chauffeur's number.

"Thank you," he told the couple as he handed the girl back her phone.

By the time he got back to Jan Di he was soaked through the bone. His hair was plastered all over his forehead. He was shivering badly, although he tried to hide it. He was wet in places he didn't even know could get wet. She stood there, his coat still draped around her. She had seen him approach the couple from a distance, so she knew help was coming.

"You're soaked," she said, trying to brush his hair away from his face.

"Are you ok?" was what he said. "Mr. Gil should be here any minute." He saw her shivering uncontrollably and when he touched her hands it was ice cold, so he took her hands and started rubbing them, trying to keep them warm.

Jan Di looked at him with gratitude. He looked out onto the road. "Ah. Here he is."

Jan Di snuggled up underneath her blankets that night. Ji Hoo had run to the car and grabbed an umbrella, then he ran back to fetch her. Though she thought she was going to freeze to death, thanks to her sunbae she stayed mostly dry. She was so exhausted she fell asleep almost instantly.

The next day she was surprised to find Ji Hoo absent from school. She wondered if he had gotten sick so she tried calling him. He did not pick up.

When he still hadn't called or texted her back by the end of the school day, Jan Di became increasingly worried. She decided to stop by his house.

She arrived at Ji Hoo's house and found Grandfather on his way to the clinic.

"Grandfather!" she called out, as he was getting in the car. Grandfather stopped and smiled when he saw her. He gave her a warm hug. "Geum Jan Di!" he exclaimed.

"Is Ji Hoo here?" she asked, shyly.

Grandfather nodded. "He's inside resting."

"Is he ok?"

Grandfather nodded. Then he leaned over to whisper in her ear. "Poor boy is sick with the flu. I've put him on bed rest. He's stubborn and kept protesting, but he's too weak to get up, and that last medicine I gave him has knocked him out cold." Grandfather was thoughtful for a moment. "He hasn't been feeling well for a couple of days now but he kept insisting he was fine. I guess last night his body finally gave up and showed him who's boss."

Jan Di stood silent. She remembered him running around soaking wet, trying to find her shelter and keep her warm and dry. She didn't know he was already feeling sick back then. Why did she let him run around in the rain? She felt a stab of guilt.

"Can I...see him?" she asked, nervously.

Grandfather nodded. "I just have a few patients waiting for me at the clinic then I'll be back. Don't worry about going there tonight. I'll close early."

Jan Di nodded and then Grandfather left. She went inside the house, tiptoeing so as not to make a sound. She opened his bedroom door slightly and peeked inside.

Ji Hoo laid on the bed, eyes closed. There was a tray of water and food beside him, but it looked untouched. She stepped closer and put her hands on his forehead. He was burning up. She took a washcloth and ran it through cold water, then she wrung it out and placed it gently on his forehead. She started wiping his hands, remembering a few years back when she did the exact same thing to him. She glanced around his room and was startled to see her painting of him hanging on the wall opposite his bed. She smiled, her heart happy that he liked it enough to hang it in his room.

She decided to try to make him something to eat. She made him soup and tried to feed him in his half-asleep state. He was able to eat a little, then he passed out and fell asleep again. She stared at his face as he slept soundly. Her eyes caught a glint of gold, and she noticed the ring that hung on a chain around his neck. She was reminded of the time he had offered it to her and laid his heart out in the open for her, but she was so focused on Jun Pyo that she had rejected it. Her hand darted to the pendant on her neck – the one with the initials J&J carved on it, the one she never took off for fear she might misplace it and the one reminder Jun Pyo had left her.

Jan Di looked at the time. It was getting late. She should leave soon. She glanced at him, unable to leave. In a way, she felt responsible for his plight, so she decided to stay. She could sleep on the couch if she had to. She sat on the chair beside his bed and tried to study. After half an hour though, she couldn't focus. She kept replacing the towel on his head, and he would moan a little now and again.

She glanced around the room and noticed a book on his desk. It was called "The Chemical and Physical Foundations of Biological Systems". She flipped through the pages and rolled her eyes. Oh yay, another exciting book in store for my future. She was putting it back when a letter fell on the floor. She picked it up and noticed the subject of the letter:

Shinhwa University's Pre-Medical Scholarship Foundation Sponsorship Follow Up

It was dated the year she started at the University. Jan Di was hesitant to read the letter, knowing that it wasn't meant for her, but the name of the scholarship was the same one she received from the University. She quickly read through the letter, glancing at Ji Hoo now and then to ensure he was still sound asleep. In it she learned that the Suam Cultural Foundation had created the scholarship to sponsor an "underprivileged student".

Jan Di sat down, in shock. All this time she thought she had won a scholarship because of her grades. It turned out that Ji Hoo had been paying for her to go through medical school.

She stepped out of his room, still holding the letter. Grandfather sat on the couch staring at her.

"How is he..." he began, but Jan Di cut him off. She brandished the letter in front of him.

"Did you know about this?" She asked, feeling betrayed.

Grandfather looked at the letter, then slowly nodded.

"Why didn't he tell me?" she was angry, hurt and confused.

Grandfather motioned for her to sit down.

"I thought I got in because of me." She said, almost in a whisper.

"You did," he answered.

Grandfather lifted her chin up and looked at her. "You passed the entrance exam on your own. He didn't write the test for you." Grandfather paused. "When Ji Hoo found out you had met the grade requirement to get into medical school, he was so happy. You should have seen him." He smiled sadly at her. "Then he realized that there was no way you could afford to go to university. He researched potential scholarships you could apply to, but found none that matched your qualifications." Grandfather glanced at Ji Hoo's closed door.

"So he started one." He raised his chin up proudly. "My Ji Hoo decided to give those that cannot afford to, a chance to fulfill their dreams."

"But..." Jan Di stammered, though her anger was slowly disappearing. "to do this for me..."

"You were the start, yes. You can call yourself his inspiration." Grandfather winked at her. Jan Di couldn't help but blush. "But I want you to know that the foundation he set up is there to stay. Every year he chooses a low-income student to put through medical school." He smiled. "There are four of you benefiting from this scholarship now. And many more to follow. You should be proud of yourself." She could tell how proud he was of his grandson.

Jan Di was speechless. She looked down at her hands. She was overwhelmed with gratitude, but the hurt was still there. "I just...don't know how I could ever repay him."

Grandfather chuckled. "If he wanted you to repay him, he would have told you about it." He gave her a questioning look. "He didn't give you that letter to read, did he?"

Jan Di lowered her head, embarrassed. She remembered the time when he had shown up unexpectedly at the remote fishing village, with everyone around them demanding money, and he had offered to pay each and every one of them without a second thought. When everyone had left, he had gone to them as though nothing happened. He never mentioned anything about the money to them, and when they tried to bring it up, he just waved his hand dismissively and told them not to worry about it.

"You were never supposed to know." Grandfather scratched his chin. "He didn't even want the name of the foundation attached to the scholarship for fear that you'd suspect something." He leaned closer to her. "I think we should keep this between us and pretend it didn't happen, don't you agree?" Grandfather winked at her again.

Jan Di looked at him and slowly nodded.

Grandfather had insisted she stay in the guest bedroom for the night. It used to be her room, after all. She went inside and found it exactly the same as she had left it – as if it was waiting for her to come back. She smiled at the familiar surrounding and felt right at home. She sat cross-legged on the bed and opened her books. Her mind kept wandering back to what she had just discovered. She had been angry and hurt at first, but now she wasn't so sure. The feeling that every year someone would be able to go to medical school because of something that began with her gave her inexpressible joy. She thought about her grades and frowned. She would have to work really hard and not fail any more classes. She felt that she owed it to Ji Hoo to graduate on time.

She called her mom to tell her she would be staying at Ji Hoo's house. Her mom was so used to her late nights and sleepovers that she didn't ask many questions.

Jan Di didn't bring any clothes with her, but Grandfather had given her a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. She put them on, and it wasn't until she glanced at the mirror that she realized she was wearing Ji Hoo's clothes. It hung loose on her a little bit, but it felt so comfortable and smelled so much like him that she wished she could wear it every day.

She got up and decided to check on Ji Hoo.

When she walked in he was sitting up on the bed. He looked at her, noticed what she was wearing, and gave a crooked smile. Her heart skipped a beat. She smiled back at him shyly, then walked over to his bed. She took a few pillows and stacked it behind him, then casually leaned him back so he would be comfortable. He was still too weak to protest. He looked at the half-empty bowl of food beside him.

"Have you been here long?" he asked, weakly. She nodded then told him not to speak.
"Save your strength, sunbae," she told him. "You need to get better."

He sighed deeply and closed his eyes. "I'm contagious, you know."

Jan Di laughed. "Yeah, I guess you are." She sat beside him. "But I'm your doctor and you're my patient right now." She checked his temperature and went to replace the towel on his forehead. He wasn't as hot as before, so his fever should be breaking soon. She handed him a cup of water and forced him to drink. She fussed around him for a few minutes while he stared at her, amused.

"I think I like being sick," he smiled, then he closed his eyes again. "I don't ever want to get well."

She frowned at him. "You're missing school. Not that your grades will suffer, of course. But think of all the girls that have wasted their outfits and hair for you today."

He opened one eye and looked at her. "I like your outfit and hair better."

Jan Di blushed. "You need to