A/N: The sequel is finally here! To those who stumbled upon this and haven't read the first one, please read "Yearning of the Heart" first! Thanks! This sequel took some time, but I like where it will be heading. For those who have left reviews on the last chapter of the other story, I will be responding to those individually soon! But I hope that all characters are portrayed accurately. Enjoy! And if you have any questions / feedback / criticism, please let me know!

"Are you leaving already?" called her mother's voice.

Geum Jan Di, only stayed silent for a moment because she had some bread in her mouth that she was holding off from eating until she finished pulling on her boots. After clumsily pulling her boots on, she placed one hand against the wall beside her and used the other to take the bread out of her mouth and eat it properly. "Yes, it's getting late." Within seconds—before her mother could see and complain—Jan Di finished off the slice of bread within a few quick bites. She glanced over at her family members. Kang San was busy fooling around on the internet, doing the usual. He claimed it as part of his future career, though Jan Di doubted it. As she pulled on her jacket, she shifted her gaze from her brother over to her father and mother, who were both watching her calmly. Her mother's hands were folded together, resting on her lap.

"Yah, you better not be doing anything shameful," her mother spoke, eyeing her daughter suspiciously.

Jan Di scowled as she zipped up her jacket. "Stop bringing that up. We don't do anything like that—we're not even together!" she exclaimed, placing both hands on the either side of her head. "You say this everytime I come and go. Dad, say something!"

This put the spotlight on her father, who looked surprised at the sudden request. After receiving a brief glare from his wife, her father cleared his throat and smiled faintly. "I'm sure our precious Geum Jan Di doesn't do… any of the sort. She's a good girl, who's waiting for the right man and time—" His sentence trailed off when her mother shot him another glare, this time longer lasting than the other. "..Which would be after marriage!" he finished with a nod.

After hearing Jan Di sigh exasperatedly, her mother spoke up again. "We just worry about you, Jan Di. You've been living with this man for close to a year and.." Her mother sighed, brushing aside strands of dark hair that fell in front of her face. "..You're not even dating!"

"Mom thinks you're doing something naughty with Ji Hoo!" Kang San finished for her.

"Yah! That's not what I was getting at!" her mother yelled, smacking him upside the head for blurting that out. "I just worry. Can you trust sleeping in another man's home?"

Her mother's concern was clear through her worried expression. Jan Di didn't blame her for her worries, though the accusations tended to get a little out of hand. When Ji Hoo helped with their return back home, they questioned where she stayed. They even invited her back home and expected her to live with them once again, except that wasn't the case. Jan Di had to explain to them that she was living with Ji Hoo as friends—which was extremely difficult. First, she had to tell them a summary of what happened since Jan Di and Kang San were left to live on their own, which wasn't the entire truth of what actually occurred. Then she had to find the courage to tell them about her new living arrangements, which she had planned to keep. That courage came from Ji Hoo's encouraging words and as soon as she informed them about her decision to remain living with Ji Hoo, they weren't happy; particularly, her mother, who found the whole idea outrageous.

They weren't open to the idea of Jan Di living with a man, all on their own. It opened up new, concerning thoughts and ideas that her parents weren't fond of. So it was up to Jan Di to update them every time she visited on what went on over at Ji Hoo's, though Jan Di kept some stuff out. Not stuff that would be considered horrible in the eyes of her mother, but just embarrassing things. But even then, after receiving updates from her, they were still not convinced it was a good idea to live with Ji Hoo. And after informing him about their discomfort with the whole situation, she was close to believing maybe it was best she lived with her parents. Except, Ji Hoo came up with an odd solution that helped them come to terms with the situation.

Videochatting.

There had only been a few occasions where Jan Di video chatted with her family, and that was only thanks to the help of Jun Pyo. Other than that, her parents didn't have the money to exactly keep up with Jan Di like that; but Ji Hoo was able to change that. He 'lent' out a webcam to her family so they could keep up with Jan Di and see what she was up to, even if she was unable to visit them. Because of that, her parents felt a little more at ease with Jan Di staying with Ji Hoo—not that they weren't comfortable with him. But one thing they did appreciate about this whole situation was that he had money; a trait—as they called it—that they appreciated. However, if anything, Jan Di's parents were grateful towards him for giving them an opportunity to work at the cultural center; which helped in paying off their debts. It was only thanks to his help they were able to get rid off the debts that haunted her family. So it wasn't to say that they didn't trust Ji Hoo; more so that they were only worried on Jan Di's behalf. They knew Ji Hoo was very trustworthy, considering all he had done for Jan Di and her family. Not to mention, her family liked him a lot because he was a wealthy man—her mother, particularly. But nonetheless, they appreciated his generosity and care; they trusted him enough.

"Yes, I do trust him!" responded Jan Di exasperatedly. "He's done nothing but help me when I was in a mess. So why wouldn't I trust him?"

"..Hm, if you say so," mumbled her mother as she exchanged a suspicious glance with her husband. "Don't forget to do that video chat with us this time." A threatening glare was sent in Jan Di's direction. "Otherwise, I'll have to talk to him myself."

In addition to having to update her parents, she also had to video chat them at least once a week. At first, Jan Di believed that they would be unable to work a video chat—similarly to how Jan Di was unable to—but since Kang San was more technical than the rest of the family, he was able to figure it out with the equipment given to them by Ji Hoo. And by her mother's threat, Jan Di took it as in 'talking to Ji Hoo' which she didn't particularly like; she didn't want to bother Ji Hoo with pointless things that Jan Di could handle on her own. He was busy enough with school work in general; the last thing he needed was her mother hounding him for not reminding Jan Di to videochat her family. If possible, Jan Di wanted to avoid troubling Ji Hoo as much as she could.

"I'll remember." Jan Di turned her head to the side slightly and rolled her eyes. "But even if I do forget, don't bother him—he's very busy and it will only feel burdensome if you do that. He's not my caretaker, he's just my… landlord."

Kang San slapped a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing out loud while her mother's jaw dropped open. Both shock and exasperation were present on her features. "Your landlord? Is that how you're treating him?" She almost sounded shameful because of Jan Di's words. She sent her daughter a sideways glance as she turned her attention away from her. "..The least you could do for your family is find someone to marry. It won't be long before you finally think about these things.. But don't call him a landlord—he's a very wealthy man.. Yah! why don't you try charming him? He's got good money—enough to support you and us!" Her mother continued as she exchanged a glance with her husband, "..He cares an awful lot about you. Why don't you take advantage of the situation you're in! Living with the former president's grandson! Does that not sound like an opportunity to someone like...you?"

She ignored her mother's requests, simply because she didn't want to discuss marriage further with them. She had more important things to worry about before that. So to end their discussion of marriage quickly, Jan Di replied with a brief answer. "I'll marry when I find the time. And person. But I have to go—it's getting really late."

Before she could hear a response from any of them—particularly her money-loving mother—Jan Di rushed out the door and slammed it shut. From behind closed doors, Jan Di could still hear her mother's voice.

"That girl!"

Exhaling quietly in relief, Jan Di quickly made her way to the outside, where she almost regret leaving the warmth of her parent's home. Her parent's home wasn't necessarily 'toasty' but it was certainly a lot more warmer. As she stepped outside, she felt the instant chill of the winter weather. Patches of white now covered the sidewalks and streets; the snow practically 'sparkled' in the moonlight. It looked beautiful—but she didn't recall it snowing earlier. Ji Hoo's grandfather did mention that it was going to snow; from how Jan Di recalled that moment earlier, he claimed it as "obvious" and she forgot about it. With a quiet sigh, she patted her pockets for her gloves, only to realize she left them back at home.

"Ah.. Darn it.." she mumbled under her breath, lowering her gaze slightly as she slid her hands into her pockets to keep warm. "I can't believe it.."

"Did you forget again?"

Jan Di practically heard Ji Hoo's voice inside her mind, scolding her for being so forgetful. Wait.. She blinked slowly and lifted her gaze from the ground. It appeared that it wasn't his voice inside her mind, but rather outside it. By the lamppost, with hands in the pockets of his white jacket, he watched her. Tilting his head to the side, his lips curved into a small grin; a playful one, which made it very obvious she was about to be teased.

"You can't believe you forgot your gloves?" he repeated for her, out loud. After a few seconds, he approached her slowly, with an amused expression on his features. "I can."

Puffing out her cheeks, Jan Di averted her gaze. "What are you doing here?" It wasn't a rude question; she specifically told him to avoid going out of his way to pick her up when she was fine on her own. He was very busy after all, just as she had been; but Ji Hoo was working exceptionally hard to become a doctor. He had several textbooks to study from; it had become a dream of his, encouraged by his grandfather. She didn't want to waste his time when he could use it to study. The last thing she wanted was to become a burden. Even though they both were on their break from classes, she still felt that he had other things to do that were more important than coming to pick her up.

"Can you guess?" he asked her, finally face to face with her, though she still refused to look him in the eye. "You know, I feel like we've been in this position before, if not many times.."

Jan Di already knew why he was there; he heard the bell ringing. How he was able to tell honestly startled her, but then she knew it could also be mere coincidence that he came when she was facing some sort of dilemma. "How's harabeoji?" she asked, changing the subject quickly.

"You can see for yourself," responded Ji Hoo, still staring down at her; as if he were waiting. Finally, Jan Di shifted her gaze over to him. Once her dark gaze rested on his figure, he reached for one of her hands and began to rub it with both of his.

"You're cold," he commented. "This is what happens when you're forgetful." Just when she was about to object, he removed one of his hands from her cold one and slipped it inside his jacket pocket, only to pull out one pair of her gloves a few seconds later. Quickly, he pulled the glove onto her cold hand, before doing the same to her other one. As he did so, Jan Di watched with an expression of tenderness; recalling the last time he did something so sweet for her. It was very nostalgic to Jan Di, though it embarrassed her a little bit; but it also led her to wonder if he felt the same way. Probably not. "There," he murmured with a warm smile, giving a brief nod of the head. "Now you're ready for this weather. "

"..Thank you," she murmured quietly. "I'm sorry for making you come out this way for just that.."

"I didn't, though."

"Eh?" Jan Di was left a little confused by his denial. "Then what do you come out here for..?"

Her question was immediately answered when he took one of her hands into his. "I came to walk home with you. You didn't think I just came to deliver a pair of gloves, did you?"

It was a kind gesture. But rather than focusing on his question, she paid more attention to the singular word he spoke before.

Home.

Something shared between Jan Di and Ji Hoo, that wasn't love. A home was a place of comfort shared by people. It was like a safehouse, from all the dangers and horrors of the world outside. A shelter from the pain outside it. It was also a place built on love. A home was not just a piece of architecture, filled with possessions or furniture; a home, to Geum Jan Di, was much more. It was the memories inside that made it so valuable in the end—the memories were the reason a home was comforting.

Jan Di's thoughts left her speechless for a moment, but were interrupted when Ji Hoo's voice brought her back to reality. "Are you ready?" He squeezed her hand—like he did many times before. It was a gentle squeeze, like always, that kept her in touch with reality. It reminded her that he was there, beside her, never going to let go.

"..Yes," she responded confidently with a wide smile of her. "Let's go!" Now she was a bit more enthusiastic than before—perhaps it was because of how happy he made her, just by being there with her.

As they began walking—hand-in-hand—Jan Di found herself staring up at the night sky, watching as snowflakes fell. The many that fell on her face—and melted—felt refreshing; especially after being inside a stuffy home. Despite it being very cold to the touch, she enjoyed the feeling of winter's gentle breeze, just as she enjoyed the feeling of Ji Hoo's gentle touch.

Both felt like a relief to her.

And both had her heart fluttering.

Throughout the duration of their walk home, Ji Hoo observed his surroundings; taking in everything. It was natural for him to be so observant and he didn't mind it; it led him to discovering things he wouldn't normally. But as he walked silently beside Jan Di, taking in his surroundings, his thoughts began to drift. There were many things to think about and consider, yet so little time—or so it felt. He would be lying if he said that some—or most—of those thoughts didn't consist of Jan Di. It was just a symptom of being lovesick, wasn't it? As his grandfather had told him, being lovesick meant not only thinking about that person constantly, but connecting them to every single thing in your life; seeing a similar beauty in the details of life, as you did with the person you loved. It was confusing, but very enjoyable. To be in love...it felt like a blessing. To have it returned was more of a miracle.

Ji Hoo was just one of the lucky few.

Halfway home, Ji Hoo had only begun to realize that Jan Di was being particularly quiet; more so than usual. Sometimes, when they would go out together, she would point out certain things to him or have things to say out of the blue. He absolutely loved to hear her talk or even ramble, but the sudden silence was a little new when they were walking—not to say it was a bad thing. The silence between them was never uncomfortable or unsettling; it was always beautiful, because just being beside her was enough to make him calm and happy. They didn't need to speak to one another to feel content with each other's presence. However, now his curiosity began to rise as he questioned her quiet nature. Shifting his gaze over to her, he finally realized why; she was lost in the beauty of the falling snow.

It was clear from how her lips formed into a small smile of obvious delight, as her eyes watched with a certain gentleness and interest as snowflakes fell from the sky. It would be taking it too lightly to say she was just merely fascinated. He could have easily interrupted her snow-gazing and speak to her, but instead, he didn't want to ruin this for her. He let her be, where she was happy and relaxed. Knowing Jan Di, the past few months hadn't been easy for her; with their friends leaving and school overwhelming her. She had been a complete mess. But now, on break, she was completely relaxed. Ji Hoo didn't want to ruin that for the woman he loved.

The rest of the walk home consisted of silence, with the two of them focusing on the wonders around them. By the time they arrived home, which didn't take very long, Ji Hoo was the first to speak.

"The snow was very pretty today, wasn't it?" he asked her, turning his head to glance at her while unlocking the door. By now, her face was red from the cold weather. Despite wearing a hat and scarf, it was clear it wasn't enough to keep her very warm. Perhaps he could warm her up once they were inside..

His thoughts were interrupted by her when she responded with a slight smile. "Yeah.. They were beautiful. I never took the time to look at snow, because I was always focusing on other things, but...it was nice to appreciate the beauty of it."

He smiled too. "I always take the time to appreciate beauty. I see it all the time."

"You do?" she questioned curiously as he turned to face her. "Where?"

"Right in front of me." He planted his hands firmly on her shoulders and quickly, he had leaned down slightly to kiss her on the lips. It was a cold kiss, but one he would not forget. Every moment spent together would be remembered, as every kiss shared with her would be kept in those memories. He would never take this love for granted. Parting his lips from hers, his smile formed into a grin once again and he breathed out quietly. "You should know this by now, how much I appreciate you."

And how much I will until the end of days.

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed!