Enter Jung Jaehyun on an airplane to Seoul, Korea.

  He's not very special, in fact. He's a pretty dull kid from what he's received from other people. Jaehyun was your typical cookie cutter jock in the suburbs of Pennsylvania who played on the lacrosse team and picked up girls at club with a fake ID and name dropping his dad's company. He's got good lucks though and that's obviously what matters the most. People tell him how lucky he is when they fawn over how his rich family is wealthy enough to send him to Seoul for college.   He's not happy with this arrangement, mind you. He's dreamed for years and years now of being a famous actor in America. That was why he was there for four years, man. Such a waste, such a waste. He's biting through his McChicken minding his own business when he looks up at his parents.   "What?"   His Korean mother, who's always been called beautiful by his friends gives him an annoyed smile that turns out more like a grimace, "We're sending you to Seoul for college."   He bites his tongue at this new prospect, "Why?" An angry look flashes quickly upon his face, "I'm gonna become the next Brad Pitt!"   She flashes a pensive look on his gentle face and dimple that even appeared when he was mad, "Yes, I'm aware." Timidly, she tucks a piece of her black hair behind her ear as she sits in the chair across him to face him squarely, "But, you, of course, know that you were always going to end up working in daddy's company in Korea, right?"   He cringes at her use of the word "daddy".  That was the sugar daddy to her. Jaehyun ponders for a few seconds wondering why he was so witty and good looking and worthy of becoming the next Leonardo Dicaprio-   "No!" He furrows his eyebrows angrily, a frustrated pout forming on his lips, "Why can't I just go to college here?" He thinks smartly to himself, 'So I could still get scouted by a talent agency.'    She marches off in a long explanation on why he's going to school there and Jaehyun doesn't bother to listen. Instead he focuses on how delicious McDonalds is. Ah, how lovely the fake beef and ketchup blended together. What if they didn't have McDonalds as great as America's in Korea? Remind him to tell his manager to book him a food eating show once he skyrockets to fame because of his good lucks.   Either way, despite his tantrums he ended up on this lonesome flight beside a scrawny, Alien-faced boy who for some reason couldn't keep his eyes off him.   He sighed sadly, watching the tacky Korean drama on the TV screen in front of him. 'Look on the bright side Jaehyun, you can get scoute