From the author's desk:

This is the second part of my "How It Should Have Ended (A Ji Hoo and Jan Di story)" story. Since it looks like more than one person read that story and asked me to continue, I'm writing this short story for them! Thank you, dear readers for inspiring me and giving me the push to write more. If you haven't read it yet, please go and read "Boys Before Flowers: How It Should Have Ended (A JiHoo and JanDi story)" first and then write a review on that one!

It is a short read but I've been told quite an enjoyable one.

This story is a continuation of my previous work. It tells of the life of the group and their adventures (or misadventures, ha ha) after the Bonus Chapter in Part 1. I don't want to divulge too much so just read on to learn more! I hope you enjoy it!

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Chapter 1

Ji Hoo glanced at the clock on the wall in his office. It was almost 9 o'clock in the evening and he was still busy filling out paperwork. His shift had ended half an hour ago. He had told Jan Di not to wait for him since he didn't know what time he was going to be out. Even though he had given her his schedule, it changed so frequently that they often just used it as a guideline. Most of the time he worked more hours than what his schedule dictated, especially if he had paperwork to do.

He yawned, stretched, and started packing up his things. He was just getting to his car when he saw Jan Di step onto the bus across the street. He ran towards the bus, yelling her name, but she didn't seem to hear him. He saw her sit at the back of the almost empty bus and close her eyes immediately.

Ji Hoo ran back to his car and floored on the gas.

…

Jan Di knew she shouldn't wait for Ji Hoo, but she hadn't seen him all day so she decided to hang around the hospital for a while. She even brought a book to read while she waited. Halfway through reading, she started nodding off.

She looked at her watch. It was almost 9 o'clock. She sighed, feeling a little sad that she won't see him tonight.

Ji Hoo had told her to call Mr. Gil (Ji Hoo's chauffeur) to pick her up but she always felt bad bothering the poor man so she decided to take the bus instead.

She was so tired that when the bus stopped in front of her she simply stood there, unmoving, not realizing that it was her bus.

"Are you getting in or not?" The bus driver asked, irritably.

Jan Di bowed an apology, then hopped in. The bus was almost empty so she went all the way to the back and sat down. She fell asleep instantly.

It was ten minutes later when Jan Di woke up and realized, to her horror, that she had fallen asleep on someone's shoulder.

No, not just their shoulder, whoever it was had their arm wrapped around her and she was snuggled onto his chest. She turned red, and made a face. She wrinkled her brows trying to remember if there was someone there when she sat down, but her mind was hazy.

She tentatively opened one eye and looked up.

Ji Hoo sat there beside her, eyes closed. He was breathing softly. His head leaned lightly onto hers.

Jan Di's eyes popped wide open.

What's he doing here? When did he get on?

She looked out the window and realized she had missed her stop. She glanced at Ji Hoo again, looking so peacefully asleep, and decided she didn't care.

She closed her eyes and went back to sleep.

…

Ji Hoo drove like a madman trying to beat the bus. He had missed the first stop, but he sure wasn't going to miss the next. He finally got ahead of the bus and stopped, parked his car at the side of the road and then hopped onto the bus.

He walked quickly to the back of the bus and saw Jan Di's head lolling around, dangerously close to falling and smacking on something. He sat beside her, put an arm around her and positioned her head comfortably onto his chest.

He tucked some stray strands behind her ears and just gazed fixedly at her for a few minutes.

I'm sorry I was late again, he thought, wanly.

He hated not being able to spend a lot of time with her, but he kept telling himself that eventually, after they graduate, they could take a break from work and just spend time together. Maybe even travel. He thought about bringing her to Canada one day. When he mentioned it to her before, she had shown a lot of interest so he made a mental note to bring her there.

He gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead and then closed his eyes.

…

"Excuse me!"

Jan Di squinted. Someone was poking her shoulder.

"Miss, excuse me!" The bus driver looked at her, then at Ji Hoo, who was still fast asleep. He seemed a little annoyed. "But I'm done for the day and this is the last stop before I head back to the depot."

She looked around, having no clue as to where they were.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled, then she turned to Ji Hoo and gave him a slight nudge. He opened his eyes and for a minute he looked disoriented.

"Where are we?"

She shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine." She grabbed her purse. "But we have to go."

He stood up and together they stepped off the bus.

"So, where is your car?" They both walked around the deserted street, trying to find the street name, or some kind of landmark.

Ji Hoo grinned sheepishly. "I left it near a bus stop trying to get to you."

She stared at him in disbelief. "Why would you do that?"

He shrugged, nonchalantly. "I wanted to see you."

She blushed. "But now we don't know where we are and how we're getting home."

"Would I do something like this without thinking ahead?" He stated, confidently.

Truth be told, he hadn't thought that far ahead. But she didn't need to know that.

He thought for a moment, pulled out his phone and dialed his chauffeur.

"Yes, can you please find out where Bus 52's last stop is? That's pretty much where we are." He paused. "Yes, we'll wait right here."

They sat by the sidewalk, looking up at the night sky. It was late, they had no clue where they were, and she was getting eaten by mosquitoes.

Still, Jan Di couldn't help smiling.

"What are you thinking of?" Ji Hoo asked, his head cocked to the side.

"How beautiful this night is."

He smiled back at her, then his face turned serious. "I'm sorry I haven't been around much."

She waved a hand dismissively. "Hey, we knew what we were getting into when we decided to save the world." She meant to say it jokingly but instead it came out sounding bitter.

Mr. Gil arrived after half an hour, and Jan Di was so relieved to see the nice driver that she almost gave him a hug.

They swung by the bus stop to pick up Ji Hoo's car, just in time to see a tow truck pull up in front of it.

Ji Hoo muttered a quick apology to the tow truck driver.

Jan Di heaved a sigh of relief as they quickly got into his car and drove away. He held her hand as he drove her home, and hummed a soft melody that made her smile.

It was almost midnight when she crawled into bed that night, but all the tiredness she had felt earlier that day seem to have disappeared.

It's funny how quickly one's mood can change sometimes.

She smiled as she thought of the day's events.

Only he can make me smile after a bad day, she thought, as she fell asleep.

...

Jan Di sat at the hospital cafeteria staring at her watch. It was almost 2 o'clock in the afternoon and Ji Hoo was nowhere to be seen. She scanned the room looking for his copper colored head but frowned when she couldn't find him. He had never been this late before.

Her stomach made a loud grumbling noise. Jan Di placed a hand on her stomach and decided she couldn't wait for him anymore. She grabbed a few items from the lunch line, not really paying attention to what she was grabbing, paid for it, and then sat down on one of the chairs near the door. She picked at her food unenthusiastically, and just started shoving them in her mouth. She needed to eat to get her strength.

"I'm sorry I'm late."

Jan Di looked up and saw Ji Hoo standing there, his face apologetic. He was wearing his white doctor's robe and his glasses were perched on top of his nose. He had small dark circles under his eyes. He looked exhausted.

She gave a small nod. She was getting used to it lately.

I wonder why, she thought, dryly.

She knew the answer to that question, of course. Most of the moms had heard of the handsome young pediatrician doing his residency there, and they'd all been requesting him to oversee their children. Sometimes she'd even seen women in their early twenties insist they see the pediatrician for themselves. She heaved a heavy sigh.

Even though she and Ji Hoo were both working at the Seoul National University Hospital, she barely got to spend a lot of time with him. The hospital was massive and was comprised of four main areas: the Main Hospital, the Children's Hospital, the Cancer Hospital and the Dental Hospital (they also had a Clinical Research Institute). She was in the main hospital doing her clinicals while he was in the Children's hospital doing his residency. Still, they tried their best to meet up for lunch whenever they could.

"Hey, you ok?" Ji Hoo bent down to look at her face. She realized she was still frowning.

"How's work?" She tried to smile but it came out as a grimace instead.

Ji Hoo grabbed an apple from her tray and bit on to it. "Ugh. It's exhausting." He sat down in front of her. "How's your clinical going?"

Jan Di shrugged. "I didn't mess anything up today so I guess it's good."

She was feeling deflated lately. She had been assigned to Dr. Lee at the walk-in clinic, and he was a notorious perfectionist. If she so much as breathed the wrong way, she got in trouble for it. Add that to the fact that she'd barely seen Ji Hoo lately, and she'd turned into a miserable wreck.

Ji Hoo took her hands and gave them a squeeze. He then went to sit beside her and enveloped her in a hug. She sank onto him, sniffing back tears.

"I miss you too," he said, as he sighed loudly. "I'll try and get some time off here soon so we can spend some time together, okay?"

Jan Di nodded slowly. She was trying not to get her hopes up as she knew how important this residency was to Ji Hoo. She was quite busy too but seeing him gave her strength and some days she found she really needed it.

Ji Hoo's pager beeped. He looked at it and rolled his eyes. "How many babies could possibly be born in one day?" He muttered to himself. He had to do the rounds and check on each newborn baby as part of his duties at the hospital.

"Go," she urged him, forcing a smile. "I'll just finish my lunch then I have to go too anyway."

He looked at her hesitantly before he stood up. His pager beeped again. He muttered a silent curse, then stood up and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. "I'll see you later, okay? I'll drive you home and we can have dinner together."

"Okay." She said, as she watched him run towards the children's wing.

As exhausted as he looked, she saw a few heads still turn to gawk at him as he passed by their tables.

Whose bright idea was it to go to medical school and become doctors anyway?

…

Jan Di stood outside the main doors waiting for Ji Hoo. She had a long day listening to people's ailments – some real, most of them made up. She had come to the conclusion that most people were hypochondriacs. Still, she listened to each and every issue with diligent attention and care.

"Were you waiting long?" Ji Hoo's voice interrupted her thoughts. He was panting, and she realized he most likely ran all the way there.

"No, not really. Five minutes maybe?" She didn't want him to worry, but in truth she had been waiting there for over 30 minutes.

"Good." His face showed relief. He cocked his head and smiled that smile that she knew so well – that smile that she loved and could take away all her worries and tiredness. "So, where did you want to eat?"

She smiled back at him. "I'm having a craving for japchae*."

He put an arm around her as they walked to his car. "Your wish is my command."

They sat at the restaurant hungrily devouring their food while chatting about their day. Jan Di could tell Ji Hoo was exhausted and could fall asleep any minute, but he sat up straight and tried to listen to her attentively, nodding his head now and then to agree with her.

"We had one patient today that kept saying he hurt everywhere," Jan Di continued, as she ate. "He touched his head and said it hurt, then he touched his leg and said it hurt, then he touched his arm, his stomach, his nose and complained everything hurt."

"What happened to him?" Ji Hoo asked, as he slurped the noodles from his bowl.

"It turns out his finger was broken," Jan Di rolled her eyes, and she and Ji Hoo started laughing together.

"I had an 80-year-old woman come in today," Ji Hoo stated, as he picked up some more noodles with his chopsticks. "She kept insisting I take her cat on as my patient. She said it was her baby." He shook his head as he recollected the event. "Then she kept winking at me and calling me honey. It was awkward for a while until the nurses came and politely escorted her out."

Jan Di's eyes widened but Ji Hoo just chuckled. "Ah, the interesting people you meet nowadays."

She grinned at him and nodded.

I miss this, she thought, feeling a little better now that they had some semblance of normalcy again.

For dessert he ordered her some green tea ice cream which they shared, and Jan Di wished that the night would never end.

Alas, it was time for them to go home.

Ji Hoo drove her home in silence, which she chalked up to his exhaustion, so she decided to give him some peace and quiet. She also decided that she needed to get her driver's license soon so she could relieve him when he was exhausted. They could always call his chauffeur, of course, but they liked the privacy of being just the two of them in the car, which was getting rarer and rarer nowadays.

He opened the door for her when they reached her place, and she noticed that he was still lost in his thoughts somewhere. He looked at her and she saw a deep sadness in his beautiful eyes, and she couldn't help but feel nervous.

What is going on? Why is he so sad?

He gave her a light kiss on the lips, said goodnight, watched her walk into her house, and then drove off.

Jan Di watched until his car disappeared from her sight. She tried to ignore the frantic hammering in her heart. She had never seen him that sad – as if he had just given up on something.

She shook her head.

No, she was freaking out for no reason. He would never give up on them, she was sure of it. He was just exhausted.

Then why am I so nervous?

...

(*Author's note: Japchae: glass noodles with mixed vegetables and/or meat)