They were from different worlds. Two puzzle pieces from different boxes. No matter how much he tries, the pieces can never fit together. Their lives were too different. Too distant from each other.

While he had blood on his face, he had make-up on his. While he had a gun in his grip, he had a microphone in his. While he had cops chasing after him, he had fans after him.

They should never have met. Their paths should never have crossed. And he knew since the beginning.

They met under the most clichéd circumstance. The nerd and the jock. One would expect the most disgustingly cheesy story coming out from that meeting and to be honest, it was a better story than the angst-filled drama they were in. But, they were nowhere near that kind of happily ever after. There never will be one for this Im Jaebum and this Choi Youngjae. Maybe somewhere in another universe, a Choi Youngjae can actually be together with an Im Jaebum, laugh together, sing together. See each other's smile at every wake and before every sleep. The thought made him smile. It was silly. Something beyond his grasp but it gave him the relief his aching heart needed. Even if they were just dreams.

"Boss, your flight awaits." the voice of one of his men disrupted his daydream and in a blink of an eye, he was back to being his usual nonchalant self, his eyes glaring and his lips pulled back to a thin line on his young face. Being the head of a mafia at such a young age was not common but it's what he is. He had been trained since youth, recruited into the familia before he entered high school, made his first kill before he had his first kiss and now here he was, filling in his father's shoes at the age of 25. It was only right for him to be groomed to be the next successor, as the 'only' son of his father.

With a deep voice signifying authority, he sent the man out, turning his back to the door. He stood up from the comfort of the mahogany chair that once belonged to his father. He never had the heart to throw it out. "Are you ready, boss?" a more familiar voice came without much of a knock and all he could manage was a chuckle. "You know we're the only ones here, Jackson. My name would suffice," he said, picking up his phone and his notebook. "Nah, I like calling my nerdy best friend 'Boss'. It's to make sure I don't forget you have rule over me," Jackson chuckled. "Shut up, Jackson," he was tempted to throw something at the Hong Kong native but refrained himself. They were already late. He glanced at his watch before he made his way out, Jackson locking his office for him.

"How long has it been since I've been in Seoul?"

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"Breathe, Jaebum. Breathe. You're going to be great. As always," Jaebum remembered every word. It had been seven years since and the memory was fading. He wasn't sure what Youngjae sound like anymore. But every now and then, he'd pull out that old picture which ironically Youngjae insisted to take. Nerdy adorable Youngjae. The love of his life.

"I'm sorry but we can't be together. Not in this life."

Youngjae sighed, staring at that photo he so badly wanted to take at that photo booth. It was stupid but he was a sap for romantic and cheesy stuff. He chuckled as he stared at his nerdy 18 year old self in those thick round framed glasses he used to hate. On the contrary, Jaebum loved them, quoting 'beautiful eyes should