A few years passed. Yi Jeong returned from Sweden and Jun Pyo from New York.

Then the day before Jan Di and Jun Pyo's wedding came, and Ga Eul stood in the center of Yi Jeong's bedroom, going through a checklist of things they needed to bring for the ceremony.

"Do you have the rings?" she asked, tapping her pen on her notebook while he finished touching up his hair.

"Ah! The rings. Can you get them? They're in the little box in my safe. You know the combination, right?"

"Yeah, I've got it."

She stepped out of the room and wandered down the hall to the closet where he stored the safe.

Opening it up, she spotted two small boxes, one in each corner.

Deciding to try the box on the left, she was shocked when she saw the two items lying at the very top of its contents.

"Yi Jeong?" she called, wandering back to his room. "What is this?"

"Hmm?" He turned, and when he saw what she had in her hand his face went pale.

"Is this my pen?" She held up the item in question. "And my ribbon?!"

Yi Jeong said nothing for a moment, the corners of his mouth quivering as he seemed to try to form a response.

Finally, he answered, "You got the wrong box."

"Who cares about that?" she continued, waving the offending items at him. "I can't believe it was you who had these all this time! I'd even forgotten about them!"

When he said nothing again, Ga Eul laughed.

"You're cute when you're embarrassed, you know?"

"Who's embarrassed?" he muttered, turning back to the mirror and re-combing his hair.

"It's okay, Sunbae," Ga Eul replied, coming up to stand beside him. She placed her arms on the dresser and leaned forward so that he couldn't look at his reflection without looking at her. "Actually, I stole something from you too."

"Besides that piece of pottery?" he asked, keeping his eyes carefully averted.

"You knew about that?"

"Why do you think I sent you that vase?"

"Awww, that's so sweet. I always knew you were sweet." Latching onto his left arm, she rested her head against it and grinned at his reflection.

"Yeah, yeah, don't change the subject." He shook her off so he could restyle his hair for the third time. "What else did you take from me?"

"Nothing really." Her fingers drew circles on the top of the dresser. "Just the handkerchief you gave me at Jan Di's swimming retirement."

Yi Jeong frowned.

"I don't remember that. Hey. Are you sure you didn't just take it when I wasn't looking?" For the first time in several minutes, he looked directly at her.

"I did not! And even if I did, you started it by stealing my pen."

"Yeah, don't try to act innocent." He popped her forehead lightly with his comb. "You're the one who started this whole thing." He set the comb on the dresser.

"What are you talking about?" She crossed her arms. "I lost that pen when we went to New Caledonia, and I didn't even like you back then."

"I mean, you started it."

"But Sunbae, what does that mean?"

Instead of answering her, he gave her that awfully ridiculous smirk she'd fallen in love with and kissed her on the forehead. Then he leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "You stole my heart."