Descendants of the Sun

Chapter 1~CHI-YUN'S POV~A warm Wednesday in July.

Here in the white dorm I live in UCLA's apartments; on a white chair I was sitting, studying and learning medicine on the desk. Four walls surrounded me; the bed was behind me; a wardrobe in front of the left side of my desk. I have been studying medicine for two years, and I still have the notes since my freshman year in the university. I kept taking important notes on my notebook from the medical book I got from the library. Thank God that I passed every exam in medicine class.

I'm studying to become a doctor like my oppa Chi-hoon. I looked at a photo frame in front of me on the desk. There was a photo of me and Chi-hoon when we were kids, sitting on a park bench in Seoul. I really love to help and treat people since I was a little girl. I remember that one time when I was a little girl, I was running up the stairs outside of my house. Suddenly, I fell down on the stairs. Chi-hoon as a little boy, he saw me laying on the ground, crying of pain of my fall. He ran towards me and cradled me like a baby. I didn't get hurt, although he comforted me with his hugs. Chi-hoon and I are like peanut butter and jelly. Nothing comes close.

Looking down the memory lane, I remember when I gave good advices to him with his first love (now girlfriend), Jang Eun-hee. Thank God their relationship went well despite of ups and downs. I love her so much as Chi-hoon like she was part of us. Although we as three came from noble and wealthy families, we share each other's needs. I miss them so much, waiting for the Lord when it will be the time for my return to Seoul.

Suddenly, my white iPhone rung on my desk. I picked it up, wondering who's calling me. I looked at its phone number, and it was my aunt calling me. I touched the green button 'Accept' on the screen and I brought the iPhone on my ear.

"Yeoboseyo?" I spoke and I stood up to clean my desk a little.

"Annyeong, jokattal." My aunt spoke.

"Oh, annyeong, ajumma. How are you?" I asked her as I stacked my books up.

"Jal jinaeyo. And you?" She asked me.

"Me too, ajumma. Just cleaning up a little in my dorm." I spoke while I held the phone on my shoulder; carried them and left on my small shelf next to my bed.

I picked the phone from my shoulder so my neck won't get sore.

"Oh. How are your medical classes?" She asked me.

"It was great. Sometimes it's hard or easy, but anyways the professor helped me a lot. I love taking classes, but also spending time with friends." I spoke.

"I'm glad to hear that, sweetie. Listen, there's a special person who would love to talk to you." My auntie spoke but that was not that I expected.

"Who?" I asked her.

However, my auntie didn't answer who. It was weird for me until I heard another familiar, female voice. I'm sure my auntie just put her phone on another phone's speaker.

"Annyeonghaseyo, ttal. You miss me?" It was eomma asking me.

I was deeply in shock, then cried for joy that she talked me. I missed her sweet voice, and I couldn't even say anything but cry.

"Eomma..." I choked while crying.

"I'm going to cry." I cried.

"Ani, don't cry sweetie. You're happy?" She asked as I tried to stop myself from crying.

"Ne, eomma. I'm more than happy. It's been years I haven't talked to you. I missed you so much." I sniffled and chuckled.

"I know, sweetie. Appa, Chi-hoon, your friends at Seoul, they're always thinking about you since you were gone." She told me and I giggled.