I am back with my Ji Hoo fangirl fantasys, enjoy! ^^

She was fidgeting uncontrollably. The seats were cramped and isolating and even with and even with an entire row to herself she couldn't spread out enough. It was upon boarding that Geum Jan Di realised she had become far too used to First Class flying. The drinks were watered down, food barley above the standard of edible cardboard and windows smaller than her palm.

Throwing her head back in frustration, she inhaled deeply, breathing in the familiar scent of her old commoners life. She felt more and more restful by the second knowing that very soon she was going to get it all back. Closing her eyes she saw image of busy streets filled with cheap food stalls, bargain price clothes and street beggars. Then suddenly among the barley functioning rusty cars pulled up a smooth, shiny black limo. F4's limo.

Her eyes snapped open. She immediately erased the image from her mind, not wanting to be thinking about him right now.

Walking of the plane with the remaining bits and pieces of her quickly abandoned life in Paris, she strutted through the airport confident that this was the best dressed South Korea had ever seen her: a plum v-neck cashmere top, denim mini-skirt and black knee high boots. She had grown her hair long but kept the bangs and wore a little eye make-up to finish of the statement: Geum Jan Di has Grown up.

As a going away present, Jun Pyo allowed personal transport to be arranged for her, after declaring her home address to the driver, having remembered it like the back of her hand, she settled down to the fact that she was back in Korea. For good.

She figured she should go home first. Her parents would scold her if she didn't visit them first and present them with their gifts. ( Mostly French food )

She glowed at the thought of seeing them again, but thinking about the person she came back for made her stomach turn and her head so heavy she had to lean against the window. She was agonising to know what he looked like now, how his life was. Was it the same? Did he become a musician? Did he...have a girlfriend?

Jan Di could not explain why the thought of Yoon Ji Hoo with another girls arms wrapped round him made jade green jealous monsters crawl round her skin. This was the guy she wanted nothing but happiness with someone for all those years ago and ever since, except for now.

She recognised these feeling of envious despair. She felt it when she witnessed him kiss Min Seo Hyun. When he talked about her in the softest, euphoric tone Jan Di had ever witnessed. When she saw her beautiful pictures, scattered all over his house like one of her love-struck fans.

And now, she felt this agitation eternally for the young, stupid Jan Di that didn't see what she had when she had it, instead of stupidly flitting of to Jun Pyo.

Well now, hopefully, Jan Di was going to put that right.

The car pulled up. She embraced the house-hold smells of disinfectant and plastic, the sight of dim lighting and grey pavements. She was home. Geum Jan Di Dry Cleaners.