A/N: All right, so I feel a little bad that I have strayed from my Community fics (and that original novel that I've been 3/4 done with for 9 months), but cursed Netflix set me on a K-drama tear and I was completely swept up in the BOF/BBF story! After the first viewing, this story nestled in my brain and just wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote it down. Please enjoy and pretty please share your thoughts and criticisms! I claim ownership of a few characters I hope you love, but hopefully I've done justice to the creative property of the show as well! A couple quick notes: 1. I based my spelling of characters' names on the way they appeared in the series (specifically on the F4 desks), not the way they're spelled in subtitles, 2. any time a character is speaking English (or another language) it is denoted like so and 3. the full story is rated T, but there is a bonus chapter at the end if you need your M rated smut fix!

Okay! Shutting up now! Thank you for reading!

Chapter 1

"Goodnight Dr. Yun!" the bravest of a group of blushing nurses called out as Ji-hu walked out of the hospital doors. He gave them an almost imperceptible nod, but it was enough to set them off tittering and the headache that had been plaguing him sharpened. The air of the parking lot was completely tainted from car fumes and Ji-hu wondered crossly why they even bothered to send patients outside for 'fresh air'. Part of his mind did take note that at least the few days of rain had finally reached an end and the sun had made a triumphant return to the sky, but the sight of fluffy white clouds did nothing to ease his sour mood. He reached his sport bike and quickly sped off, knowing that despite the fact that it was only one in the afternoon, he should simply drive home and go to bed.

Ji-hu, you're working too hard. You won't be able to help others if you become sick yourself! a voice that was not his own chided in his head. It only irritated him more, since it had been over a week since he had seen the owner of that voice. Jan-di, the only person that made his heart beat with joy, was approaching exams for her final year of medical school and when she wasn't studying she was spending her time with Jun-pyo.

As it should be, he thought sadly. Though his best friend had been back in Korea nearly a year, Jun-pyo's four years in America had been difficult for everyone. Despite frequent visits, phone calls and video chats, Ji-hu knew both Jun-pyo and Jan-di had suffered from the distance, and they deserved to be able to make up for lost time. Though he had done his best to keep Jan-di smiling in the meantime, anyone could clearly see that the light in her eyes was much brighter now that Jun-pyo was back and the promised ring was on her finger.

Ji-hu veered down a side street, deciding his mood was too foul for him to return home immediately. He was tired, but didn't want to cloud his home with his current miasma of self-pity. Instead he took a winding path of abandoned streets and steep hills, crisscrossing through unfamiliar parts of Seoul until he found himself idling outside the large glass façade of his family's arts center. He parked his bike, taking off his helmet and just staring for a moment at the monument to his family's dream to fill the world with art and beauty. It was then that he noticed some commotion behind the glass. Looking past the glare, he saw what looked like woman lying on the floor with a small crowd gathering around her. Immediately he rushed into the building, his headache and depression immediately forgotten as his training took over.

"Oh! Master Yun Ji-hu, thank goodness. This woman just collapsed," a familiar-looking security guard kneeling beside the body of the woman called to him as soon as he came through the door and Ji-hu began barking orders for everyone to disperse and for the guard to give him his jacket to put under her head.

"How long has she been like this?" he asked of the security guard as he took the man's place next to the woman's head.

"Just a moment. She fainted right before you pulled up."

Ji-hu began to look her over and he felt his mind almost split to give very different, yet simultaneous assessments. On one hand, he observed that she didn't show any signs of seizure, nor did she have any injuries related to a fall. Color was slowly returning to her pale cheeks and lips, but there were dark circles concealed under her eyes. On the other hand, he couldn't help but notice she was beautiful, a foreigner (likely American or British) with wavy reddish-brown hair pulled up in a messy bun, delicate facial features that slightly leaned toward sharpness and a slender, hourglass figure that was complemented by a stylish plum silk blouse and charcoal pencil skirt. His medical mind took precedence again as she began to rouse and he cupped her face gently as her eyes fluttered open.

"Miss? Miss, just lie still. Are you okay?" he asked in English as he watched her green eyes, behind black pillow-shaped glasses, focus on his face, noting that her pupils were equal and reactive and floating in an emerald field speckled with gold and ringed with sapphire.

"I'm…I'm fine. I mean, I am good," she said, switching to Korean and trying to sit up.

"No, no. Lie still. Don't move." He held her down gently and continued to watch her face carefully, looking for any signs of a more serious symptom. "Do you know where you are?"

"I, yes, I'm at the Su Am Cultural Center."

"Good. And do you remember what happened?"

"I was talking to a lady at the reception desk and began to feel lightheaded. I went to sit on a bench, but I guess I thought the floor looked more comfortable." She gave a weak chuckle and crooked smile that was contagious.

"I have already called the ambulance, Master Doctor." Ji-hu looked up to see the receptionist standing behind her desk, her face drawn with worry.

"Ambulance? Oh, I don't need an ambulance, I'm fine, I – " Ji-hu gave her a look that instantly killed any objections.

"Has this ever happened to you before?" he asked, using what Jan-di called his 'mean doctor voice'.

"No, never."

"Do you have problems with low blood sugar?"

"No."

"Blood pressure?" he asked, even though he had already checked her pulse and knew it was regular.

"No."

"Aside from the dizziness did you experience any other symptoms? Nausea, headache, blurred or double vision?"

"Not really. I just got…oh what's the word for woozy…"

"Woozy? I understand. And when was the last time you ate?"

"Um…I had half an apple this morning. So I guess that half keeps the doctor away?" He didn't respond to her attempt at humor this time and she sobered and continued. "Okay, before that I had lunch on the plane yesterday, and had a bowl of noodles for dinner."

"You just flew into Seoul yesterday?"

"Yes."

"And did you sleep much on the plane?"

"No, I don't sleep well on flights. I'm too antsy, I have to walk around a lot." Ji-hu felt instantly relieved at her words, feeling more confident they weren't dealing with a potentially fatal blood clot. "So…I'm fine, right? No need for the ambulance?" She raised her eyebrows hopefully and Ji-hu considered her seriously for a moment.

"You are most likely suffering from dehydration and exhaustion. I would like to give you an IV of fluids and do a better check of your vitals." Her face fell and Ji-hu could see the objections rising to her slightly pouted lips so he quickly continued. "I will make you this offer: you can either go in the ambulance to the hospital to be checked out there, or you can take a short taxi ride with me to my family's clinic."

"I'm getting a shot no matter what I choose, huh?"

"Yes." He almost smiled again at the way she screwed up her face at the prospect of a needle.

"Fine. I choose option B then."

"Okay," he said looking up at the receptionist. "Call them back and tell them we won't need the ambulance. Then call me a car."

"Yes, sir."

"You sound like my boss," the woman muttered and Ji-hu realized his tone had been a touch sharper than necessary.

"Do you want to try to sit?" he asked, shaking off her sotto voce criticism.

"Yes, please. As it turns out, the bench probably would have been more comfortable."

"Well, I will have to make a note to the Chairman of the Board to re-evaluate the softness of the floor," he quipped as he slowly helped her rise to a seated position. She closed her eyes for a moment and he moved his arm around her for support while she curled her legs under her.

"Here. I grabbed a bottle of water," the security guard offered and Ji-hu accepted it with a nod.

"Thank you. Here. Take small sips. The more you drink, the less the needle's going to hurt on your IV."

"Ugh, don't remind me," she said with a shiver, but accepted the bottle of water and offered the guard a beaming smile. "Thank you. Sorry to be so much trouble."

"Oh, oh no trouble at all, miss," the man blushed and nodded several times before he glanced at Ji-hu and instantly sobered. "I will return to work. Please let me know if you need anything else, Master Doctor." He quickly retreated, and Ji-hu wondered for a moment what had caused his sudden change in demeanor. He was distracted, however, when he felt the woman shiver again.

"Are you cold?"

"Well, this might surprise you, but it seems lying on marble isn't comfortable or warm," she answered with an apologetic smile. Ji-hu immediately took off his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders, ignoring her protests.

"Doctor's orders," he said simply and she gave him a dubious look.

"I'm guessing you say that a lot to get your own way." He looked at her then gave a tiny shrug.

"I don't really have to say anything to get my way," he answered, looking out through the windows at the front of the building, remembering the night he had spent cleaning the building with Jan-di. She, too, had collapsed from exhaustion that night, and he wondered idly for a moment what it was about women that stopped them from taking care of themselves.

Hey! When's the last time you had a decent night's sleep? The voice of Jan-di popped unbidden in his head and he almost smiled at her imagined rebuke.

Touché, Jan-di, he thought as he watched his car pull to the front of the building.

"Do you think you're ready to stand?" he asked her, looking at her again and noticing, with satisfaction, that the bottle of water was now half empty.

She simply nodded in response and so Ji-hu rose to his feet then reached his hands to pull her up. She set her water by her bag before slipping her hands into his and letting him help her to her feet. She wobbled as soon as she stood and Ji-hu instantly wrapped his arms around her, letting her lean against him. Her head drooped for just a moment before she seemed to recover and looked to him. Ji-hu was suddenly very aware that her lips were mere inches from his, and for some reason this made him decidedly uncomfortable. His eyes were wide and he swallowed hard as he watched a blush bloom over her cheeks, his heart hammering in his chest. They parted, though he kept a hand on her arm to make certain she was steady.

"You're all right?" he asked, a bit surprised his voice sounded perfectly even and characteristically cool.

"Yep. Fine and dandy," she returned, her voice pitched slightly higher than it had been previously.

He wrapped his arm around her, ignoring the odd rush he felt touching her, and escorted her to the waiting car. Someone followed on their heels with her belongings, which Ji-hu graciously accepted once she was settled into the car. He gave the driver instructions to the clinic and took a seat beside her in the back on the vehicle. It was just a moment before they pulled up in front of the clinic, and Ji-hu tried to dampen the stab of melancholy he felt every time he surveyed the building. It had been closed for two years now, since his grandfather's death, and Ji-hu still wasn't sure why he was hesitating to reopen it. He excused himself by stating he wanted to complete his current surgical residency and fully develop his skills before he ran his own practice. In reality, he couldn't bear to be in the place alone, surrounded by memories both happy and sad of his grandfather. He knew, once Jan-di finally graduated, he would not hesitate to open the practice, with her by his side to fill the place with cheer and delight the patients with her unique charm.

In the meantime, he had staff clean the building every other day, and still maintained a complete stock of supplies and medicine. He quickly unlocked the building as the driver helped the woman from the car until Ji-hu returned to her side to usher her into the clinic. He gave instructions over his shoulder to have his motorcycle retrieved and he knew without looking that the driver would bow in response and immediately complete the task. He turned his focus to the woman on his arm, who, in her designer stilettos, was just a few inches shorter than him.

"This is your family's clinic? It looks closed," she commented as he escorted her inside, turning on lights as they passed until he reached one of the two small exam rooms.

"It is. My grandfather ran the clinic, but passed away while I was still in medical school. Once I finish my residency I will reopen it."

"But you are a fully-fledged doctor, right? I didn't just trust my health to a student, right?"

He smiled at the sudden concern on her face and lifted the back of the exam table so that she could sit on it like a reclining chair.

"No, I am a doctor. Right now I'm just working on becoming a surgeon as well."

"Oh. Well, I don't really need you to be good at surgery, so that's fine."

He smiled to himself as he gathered all of the supplies he needed, feeling her eyes travel around the room, taking in every detail until they finally landed on him. "Thank you, by the way, for taking care of me. And for not making me go to the hospital. I'm not totally sure how my new insurance works, but I will be more than happy to compensate you for – "

"There's no need for that. This is a simple good deed expected from all doctors."

"I don't think all doctors would open a private clinic for a complete stranger, just to take her temperature and rehydrate her," her voice was dry and pitched low, the warmth of her humor contagious.

"True. Not all doctors have a private clinic at their disposal." Ji-hu rolled a tray and stool next to her and tightened a blood pressure cuff around her arm.

She remained silent while he did his exam, taking her vitals and temperature, all while taking in other details about her. He noticed she had a dusting of freckles on her nose and a small, faint birthmark right behind her left ear. He noticed her perfume had hints of rose and lily of the valley, as well as jasmine and orange blossom. He also noticed that his fingers were tingling from touching her, and the warmth was quickly spreading up his arms.

"Ahem, so everything seems fine."

"So…no IV?" She grinned up at him hopefully and Ji-hu stifled a smile as he shook his head.

"No, you need an IV. Can you roll up your sleeves?" Ji-hu busied himself preparing a saline bag and the smallest needle he had. He took her arm once her sleeve was pushed above the elbow and softly pressed the skin on the inside bend of her arm, searching for a vein.

"It's not going to be easy. My nurse back home has trouble any time she has to do a blood draw." Ji-hu didn't respond as he checked her other arm the same way. He let his eyes fall closed and focused on his fingertips, which, despite their calluses, were extremely sensitive. After a moment he found one he could work with and immediately tightened a band of rubber around her arm just above the elbow. He kept one finger on his target while he reached for the hypodermic, pulling the cover off the needle with his teeth before spitting it to the floor. He glanced at her hand and saw that it was balled into a fist with her nails digging into her palm. He looked up to her face, surprised by the tension he saw on it.

"This isn't going to be that bad, I promise. I would put it in your hand, but it will take longer to give you the fluids that way, and it tends to bruise more."

"No. It's fine. Just stab me and get it over with."

~o~

Izzie clenched her jaw and squeezed her eyes shut, her stomach lurching as she anticipated the bite of the needle piercing her arm. She tried not to think about how pathetic he had to think she was: a grown woman terrified of needles. She held her breath, but instead of the expected pinch in her arm, she felt his knuckles lightly brush her cheek and exhaled as his thumb traced the skin just below her bottom lip. Her eyes flew open as she curiously met his unreadable brown stare.

"If you're tense it's only going to hurt more."

"I know."

"What helps you relax?"

Certainly not you touching me, she thought as she tried not to become distracted by the pad of his thumb sliding from the corner of her mouth, down to her chin, then back up to the opposite side.

Seriously, what are the odds of collapsing into the arms of the most gorgeous doctor in Korea? Hell, he gives McDreamy and McSteamy a run for their money, she thought as she got temporarily lost studying his features. He was so handsome she could only describe him as beautiful, with his copper hair seeming to cast a glow around his already radiant face. She realized, suddenly, that she was staring while he waited for her to answer so she tried to quickly think of all the things she used to unwind, on the rare occasions she forced herself to do so.

Bubble bath? Massage? Reading a smutty romance novel…gah, seriously Izzie? What the hell is wrong with you!

She fought the heat that started to rise to her cheeks as she wracked her brain for anything appropriate to say.

"Music," she finally blurted, relieved that the word had appeared in her mind. She watched as his eyes softened, though his mouth never moved, and he stepped away from her.

"What sort of music do you like?"

"In general? A little bit of everything. To relax? Jazz, or classical piano." His back was to her, so she couldn't gauge his reaction. He retrieved something from his pocket and in a few moments the sound of a piano filled the room. Izzie smiled as he turned back toward her, her headache easing slightly for the first time in a week.

"Chopin, Nocturne in C minor," Izzie breathed.

"Opus 48, number 1," he returned, his face impassive.

"It's one of my favorites," she murmured as she closed her eyes and leaned back into table, becoming carried away as the melody swelled.

"Mine too," he said, just before she felt the prick of the needle. Her eyes opened in surprise and she found the faintest hint of a smile on his lips as he connected her IV and taped the needle in place.

"Oh…you're good."

"I've had a great deal of practice with difficult patients. Our school ran clinics for the disadvantaged every three months and there were always a lot of children. That was how I learned to draw blood and give injections."

"So glad I'm on par with children," Izzie grumbled as she watched him clean up. He stilled and turned to her with slight amusement lighting his eyes.

"I didn't say that. None of them could differentiate between a nocturne and a serenade."

"What are they teaching these kids today?" she asked with a smirk and she thought she caught a hint of a grin on his lips before he turned to finish putting away his supplies. She sat for moment, at a loss for anything else to say, once again looking around the room. She noticed a framed picture hanging on the wall of her doctor with an elderly gentleman. They were both holding fishing poles and each had a large catch they proudly displayed, grinning into the camera.

"Is that your grandfather?" she asked, gesturing to the picture with her free arm when he turned back to look at her. He followed her motion to the picture and he gave a small, sad smile.

"Yes. About a year before he died."

"You have his eyes," she observed, leaning forward slightly to get a better look at the picture.

"Oh?"

"Mmhm. Kind eyes. They show you're trustworthy." She turned to him, and though he didn't say anything she could see he was mulling over her words. She leaned back trying to find a comfortable way to adjust her arms as she let her eyes close.

"Is that why you came with me so willingly? Without knowing for sure I wasn't a quack?"

She let his questions hang for a second before she gave a slight shrug. "That's part of it. But it was also how everyone else deferred to you, the way they looked at you with awe and…well, fear. It reminded me of how people treat my boss. Although he...oh shit – my boss!" Izzie sat straight up in her seat and immediately began searching for her purse, wincing and cursing when the IV pulled in her arm.

"What are you doing?" he asked, taking her shoulders and gently pushing her back down.

"I need my phone. JP is probably having a panic attack by now that I haven't checked in."

"JP?"
"My boss. I was supposed to be checking out the Foundation and then visit this florist for an estimate before we met to discuss his dinner schedule for the week."

"I'm sure your boss – "

"Whatever you're about to say about him being 'understanding' is completely wrong. He's the most impatient, rash idiot I've ever known. I need to at least text him to let him know where I am. God, he's going to have a fit."

She brushed away his hands and grabbed her IV pole so she could reach down for her purse without snagging her arm. She couldn't quite reach the bag and suddenly another hand appeared and snatched it from the floor. "What the hell?" she cried as she straightened and glared at him. The doctor simply held her purse, completely unaffected by her outburst.

"I will permit you to send one text to let your boss know that you are fine but under strict physician's orders to rest for the day. You will then give me back your phone and I will turn it off so you don't have to worry about it bothering you."

"You've got to be kidding me. No way. I agreed to let you stab me, but I have way too much to do to sit around for the rest of the afternoon."

"If you're going to get this worked up then I'm afraid you can't even make that text."

"Are you serious?" she asked, even though his look made it clear that he was. All warmth was gone from his eyes, replaced with a formidable look that would have made her shrink away if she wasn't so used to receiving similar glares from her boss.

"It's your choice. One text or nothing."

She pouted for a moment, her brain scanning through all possibilities, searching for any leverage she might have in making a deal with this man.

"One text and one email with his schedule and I promise I will go straight to my hotel and will sleep until tomorrow once I'm done with this," she bargained as she lifted her arm to indicate the IV. The doctor considered her a moment before slightly tilting his head in agreement. He reached into her purse and quickly retrieved her phone, handing it to her before he crossed his arms over her chest and watched her. She tried not to let his glare bother her as she unlocked her phone.

As expected, there were several texts, each increasingly impatient, inquiring as to her status. She rolled her eyes at his questions of whether she had gotten lost or wandered into the Pacific. She had been his personal assistant for over two years in the United States, having met him two years before that as she was completing her degrees in Diplomacy and Foreign Affairs and Communications, and the man had a marginal sense of direction. She quickly composed a response, giving him enough information that he would be satisfied, but not enough to cause any concern.

Not that he would be concerned…not now that he's back with his fiancée, she thought with a twinge of disappointment. She quickly bit back the feeling, however, and ended her text with an encouragement to take said fiancée on a date that evening and the promise that she would report to his office first thing in the morning. She flashed the waiting doctor her phone just before she pressed send, then quickly composed an email, sharing the necessary calendar for his review.

"There. All done," she said after hitting send on the email as well, and she handed over the phone with a sigh. He merely hummed in acknowledgement as he turned off the phone, stowed it in the purse and carried the bag over to rest on a desk.

Izzie dropped her head against the padded exam table as he sauntered back into the room, checking her bag before sitting on the stool beside her. The Chopin had shifted to Debussy, and Izzie found herself listening intently to the music.

"This is all the same musician, isn't it?" she asked between movements of the suite.

"Yes. How did you – "

"The phrasing. He lets the end of each phrase linger, like he's making you hold your breath in anticipation for the next one."

"Astute. Why does a secretary know so much about classical music?"

"I'm not a secretary; I'm a personal assistant. And I dated a classical pianist through most of university."

"Apologies. I didn't realize there was such an important distinction."

"Well, I suppose here there really isn't. I'm still getting adjusting. It was different working for a Korean company in the United States; it was still based in what I was used to. Now being on the native soil, I have a lot of adapting to do."

"I'm sure you'll manage. And despite being an 'impatient idiot' your boss must be pleased with you to bring you from America."

"Oh, I'm 'indispensable'. He would be absolutely lost without me," she quoted JP with a grin, still floating slightly as she remembered when he had said those words. He had been exuberant about returning to Seoul permanently and she had been fighting tears at the idea of him leaving her. He had suddenly noticed her sniffling and had grabbed her face, stooping to look her directly in the eye as he called her stupid.

'You don't think I'm leaving you here, do you? I am the most powerful businessman in Korea – I must have the very best things.'

'And that includes – '

'Of course that includes you, Bear. You're indispensible.'

"So why did your boss send you to the Su Am Arts Center?" The doctor's voice broke through her reminiscing and she blinked as the memories faded.

"Oh. He's getting married in two months. Naturally, I'm in charge of the arrangements."

"Ah. So you're a wedding planner, too."

"Right now I am." Izzie felt the familiar twist of her heart and noticed, as she began to think through the lists of tasks she still needed to accomplish, that her headache must have at some point subsided because it was now returning with a vengeance.

"Stop thinking so loudly."

"Sorry?" she asked, her brow wrinkling as she looked at the stoic physician.

"When I told you to rest, I meant body and mind. Your exhaustion is as much psychological as it is physical."

"Sorry."

"Just listen to the music. Otherwise I'm going to have to slip a sedative into your IV – "

"No! No need for that!" she interrupted, waving emphatically with her free arm. "I'll relax, I promise." She gave him a bright grin before closing her eyes and settling back against the table. "I'll just listen to the music and won't think about anything at all."

She thought she heard him scoff, but decided not to investigate. Instead she listened to the music, intrigued as the artist had strayed from Western classics and moved into what sounded like something original and, possibly, extemporaneous. Soon she was completely lost in the delicate melody that blossomed like a tight rose bud, opening to layers upon layers of melodic petals. Soon those petals began to wilt, but by the time the first fell she had fallen asleep.