Its been ten years since Youngjae graduated from high school and all of his friends have gone their separate ways. By chance, he happens to bump into someone who he thought disappeared a long time ago. Just when he decided that he had  finally moved on, old memories start to resurface and old feelings start to become more than vague uncertaintie

B.A.P, excluding Youngjae, becomes Daehyun's makeshift counselors because the Almighty Jung Daehyun needs people to rant to about his 'troubles with Youngjae'.   "Why do we even do this? It's not like we get paid or anything." "It's because if we don't, he's going to go full-on rage mode and eat the dorm."

Sometimes when Youngjae spares a glance at Daehyun, he wonders why the hell he even bothered to befriend him as a kid.

Dreams were meant for fools, they supposed. Youngjae always knew otherwise.

There used to be stories of the time before this one. Stories of the times before corruption ruled the hearts of people, destorying everything and everyone. Times where heroes saved the innocent no matter what the cost. The times where there was more than just an inkling of good in the world.           

When you're the new kid, no one knows you. And when no one knows you, you can be whoever the hell you want and the best part is that you can get away with it.    

After another heated argument with his father, Daehyun walks aimlessly around the streets of Seoul. He somehow manages to find himself stumbling into a run-down bar, listening to the voice of a certain blonde with a guitar.

Daehyun needed to let Youngjae know that he could count on him to be there. No matter what.  

Youngjae had a habit of collecting sweets in jars  

It was one of those times when the bored Jung Daehyun felt the need to cuddle his squishy Youngjae.  

Youngjae wakes up to the smell of blueberry pancakes, and suspects a burglar lurking in his kitchen.