A/N Just like to mention that the story will take place from the first time Ga-Eul and Yi-Jung met but the course of their story will differ and grow immensely as compared to the actual show. Enjoy lovelies!

She hardly ever broke a sweat. I mean, she was use to working on her feet for hours on end. But the day had been casually busy, and as it was Jan-Di's day off, Ga-Eul was left to tend to the customers by herself. Not that she minded of course, she was not by any means lazy or a slacker. She enjoyed the hard work and distraction. But by the time the sun receded, and the sky turned dark, Ga-Eul realized how tired she was.

She had just finished wiping down the last of the tables when her boss pulled her arm.

"Ga-Eul, you aren't going anywhere, right?" His face contorted to a pout as he kept gently pulling her towards him. She knew he didn't like being left alone to tend the store, and with Jan-Di disappearing lately, he had been increasingly annoying Ga-Eul not to leave him.

"I'm not going anywhere!" She yanked herself away, snapping at him. But of course, he wasn't letting her off that easy. He pulled back once more exasperating and pleading.

"Just don't go! Don't leave me!"

Ga-Eul wasn't one to stand for whining or pleading. It was one of the thing that annoyed her the most. And she was already tired enough, she was not about to deal with her Boss acting like a baby.

"Gosh, what nonsense is this now?" She whispered, rolling her eyes. She turned back to him a little more aggressively and pushed him towards the kitchen. "Just go in and make some porridge or something!"

As she turned back, she noticed the door had swung open. She bowed and began to welcome the customer, but as she raised her eyes to greet them, her tongue twisted and her words halted. She had never in her pathetic life, met anyone as gorgeous as the person standing feet away from her. Not even in her dreams, did she dare conjure up someone as handsome. It struck her odd that he were to walk into a place as this. She could have even laughed at how out of place he looked in the small porridge shop, with his shiny shoes and sleek suit. No words formed in her brain as Ga-Eul stared at his face. Clearly, God took extra time carving him out.

"Does Geum Jan-Di work here?" He pulled her swiftly away from her daydream as he looked around the shop for her absent friend.

She mustered a quiet 'yes' as she looked up at him. God, was he tall. She felt like a love-struck school girl from the dramas she watched. She felt bit silly at her awkwardness, and he seemed to take notice as well.

"I don't see her." He pointed out the obvious to her, a hint of teasing in his statement.

She snapped back into reality and informed him that it was Jan-Di's day off.

His face changed expressions. She watched him as a smile formed on his lips. And what a killer smile it was.

"And you are... Jan-Di's friend?" He assumed correctly. She nodded to his question, curious at his intent. "Since when?" He continued.

She pondered on his strange interrogation. She didn't know who he was or how she knew her friend. Nor did she have a clue why his interest suddenly turned to her.

"Since kindergarten." She answered wearily. She couldn't take her eyes off of him. His gaze was strong, even intimidating and Ga-Eul did not know if she liked that or not. She felt exposed in his presence. As if she could unwillingly spill all her secrets if he asked.

"Then you're her best friend?" He rationalized. The way he looked at her once he concluded her relation to Jan-Di made her giddy. Being friends with Jan-Di was indeed something she deemed highly important to her, and being recognized as her best friend made her even prouder.

Suddenly he pulled her arm. "Let's go."

Warning signals flashed in her head. He was handsome, charming even, but she was not stupid enough to run out with a stranger.

"What? To Where?"

He gave her a secretive smile and kept pulling her out of the shop. She could not hope to fight against his strength. His hold on her was strong and she knew breaking free was hopeless. She continued on with him, quickly trying to rationalize this odd circumstance. She was not afraid for her life or anything. Anyone who knew Jan-Di well enough to come asking for her was sure to not be a threat...she hoped.

He gallantly opened the door to his extravagant orange sports car. She had never seen a car this expensive and this luxurious in these parts of town.

"I'm sorry to pull you away in such a rush. I was hoping to have a word with you about Geum Jan-Di." He revved the engine and drove off. Her last hope to return to the shop was gone. She was going to have to give a long explanation to her boss about this, and she was not looking forward to it. She suddenly became annoyed with the stranger.

"I do not mean to be rude, but I do not know you well enough to be dragged away from my work place. I don't even know your name."

He gave a short laugh, as if he knew something she didn't. It made her tense up as sensed that he was laughing at her.

"I'm So Yi-jung." His voice sounded snobby as he introduced himself. She watched him from the corner of her eye, daring not to look into his eyes again. He had a smirk plastered on his face.

"I'm Chu Ga-Eul. Nice to meet you." She almost hit herself. He made her so nervous she was being nice to her potential kidnapper.

"Nice to meet you too Ga-Eul-shi."

They arrived at what she presumed to be his house. It was giant! Her whole house could probably fit in one room. She was in awe, looking around as he led her through the back. They entered a pottery shop. Ga-Eul was incredibly lost. Was this his house, or a private classroom?"

"This is my private studio. Down the other path is the main house, where I live." He answered the question she didn't ask.

She watched him as he pulled out the most beautiful tea set she had ever seen. His hands were delicate as he held the tea pot with his long fingers.

Fingers of a pianist...or potter in this case. She thought to herself.

He was truly a sight to behold. His dark hair fell over his forehead, just below his eyebrows. She just knew it would be silky running through her own hands. His chocolate eyes bore into her, making her knees shake a little. And his smile shook the depths of her heart. It beat faster as he approached the table, his long legs gliding in just a few steps. She might have fainted.

He set down the tea set and they both took a seat across from each other.

"I'm saying this in case Geum Jan-Di gets hurts." He watched her reaction before continuing. "So I'd like you to give her some good advice. You know things like that matter to girls."

She watched him cautiously, listening to every word he said. When her best friend's name and the word 'hurt' escaped his lips, her fantasy of him quickly warped into what she could compare to a bad taste in her mouth.

"What advice." She stated, coldly knowing where this was headed. "Advice such as 'Don't even look at a tree that you can't climb?" She glared at him as he poured the tea. "advice such as 'You are a toy to pass the time of youngsters of the chaebol, so when you are thrown away just accept it?"

"Hey, calm down." His smile never faltered as he passed her a teacup. "It's scary when a cutie like you gets angry."

That made her even angrier. She scoffed at his 'charm' and rolled her eyes. She could't believe moments ago she was fantasizing running her hands through his hair. She could yank every lock out now.

"You certainly are Jan-Di's friend"

"You may think that every girl will fall for your sweet talk and that cute face of yours , but you got me dead wrong." He chuckled at her, dismissing her words but she continued on. "I'm going to pretend this conversation didn't happen."

As she began to leave, she thought about how he just insulted her friend and herself. To even assume people like her and Jan-Di were not in the league of people like him was just insulting and hurtful. She stormed back and snatched her teacup, throwing it back and gulping the liquid. It burned her throat as it went down, adding more fuel to the fire burning in her at the moment. She smacked it down on the table, causing him to look at her in surprise.

"The more I think about it, the more infuriating it is! The one who started this was not Jan-di, but him. My Jan-di never hoped to go up that tree. Got that?"

With that, left him at his little table to play tea party alone. She couldn't believe what she just heard. The nerve of the rich boys like him. She could go back and smack that stupid smile off his face. As she pushed open the door, she almost ran into someone coming in. She didn't care to apologize and continued to storm away. Any person going into the house of that little rich boy could not be any good.

Yi-Jung was highly amused, and slightly annoyed. This country bumpkin girl had really surprised him. At first she was all blushes and shyness, and then she flipped a switch. She was really quite amusing with her little speech, but it did annoy him when she smacked down his hand crafted tea set. It was an antique. He really hated tacky girl with no manners. But she did remind him a little of someone he use to know, and that did not make him any happier.

"Yo,Yi-Jung. What did you do this time?" Woo-bin had come in as Ga-Eul left. Clearly he had seen her storm off.

"Nothing at all, surprising as it may be."

"When a girl runs out off here in anger, there could be only one reason."

"Whatever. She's not my taste, that type of girl."

"And what type of girl is that?"

"Comedy or romance, either one, it always ends up in some type of tear-jerking soap opera."

Woo-bin chuckled at his response, but Yi-Jung all of a sudden did not feel amused any longer. "I really don't like tacky things." He sipped his tea, the taste bitter as it descended down his throat.

Woo-bin didn't stay for long, and for that, Yi-Jung was glad. His earlier encounter soured his mood and he was indeed of a quick pick-me-up. He searched his contact list, scrolling through hundred of random adjectives he used to associate his catty girls. He did not ever bother with learning their names, it had no importance to him to get to know any of them. All he was interested in was a good time. The face and body was the only thing that mattered.

Finally he came across the contact 'curvaceous climactic' and pressed the green dial button. After just one ring, the sultry voice spoke on the other end.

"Oppa?"

"Wanna come by?" He smirked as he heard the phone call end. In a matter of minutes, the long legged, curvy brunette would be sitting in his lap, cherry lipstick smeared. Just the way he liked it.