Money, fame, love.

Living under the flash of the cameras had once been a dream of a naïve young boy. Standing on the stage before his own ocean of lightsticks and banners, singing and dancing to cool songs in a foreign language and to the cheers of thousands of young girls, who are head over heels for him and would happily scream just because of his single wink; these all had once been his big dream, the one that had actually made him decide to sacrifice the rest of his normal teenage years just to achieve it. He had been so determined that even when his mother had been against his will, still he had insisted to go. Hence, with his father's support, the young boy had left his homeland to pursue his dream.

He had come to the nest of his idols as an ordinary exchange student. Never once had he imagined that one day he would leave the country as what had been his old dream; a star.

As the adolescent grew into a young man through the years, far away from home, he saw that the life he had been dreaming of wasn't all that glittery. Through the agency he had finally learnt about human's basic nature; greed. For fame, for money. It had disappointed the boy, to say the least. It was true that he loved his fans, those who had supported him all the way to that point, but he could not live that life of a puppet forever.

And so, before the agency could push him past his limit and finally break him, with a broken heart and a wounded body he decided to go back to where he belonged.

Home.

"Welcome home, Son.”

Seeing the loving smile and the faint wrinkles on those too familiar faces, those of his parents’, it finally came to his mind that he had left home for way too long. Those times, those chances to live a normal adolescent life had passed by. He knew he had nothing but his talents and fame to make them proud. And so, as he apologized through his regretful tears, he promised to himself that he'd double up what he had for the sake of his parents' pride and happiness. The money he got from his agency; he would get much more than that from then on. Whatever his parents wished for, he would strive for it.

Including their wish for a daughter-in-law and some grandchildren... which he hadn't found out how to achieve.

Meanwhile, as he brought this dilemma of his through his busy days of a star, there was this one fan named after a cake who kept on popping out of nowhere wherever he went… Even in the restroom.

Was this an obvious chance for him, or a threat that he knew very well as a sasaeng? Or perhaps, something else he would never expect?

”I’m not a sasaeng! You’re the reason why I’m here, literally!”