''Look at that'' Sooyoung said picking up one of the magazine among the dozens she was reading for the past half an hour. ''Now this is what I call a perfect man''

''Finally found your ideal type Soo'' I said, sipping my coffee and going through my SNS account. We were at our office but we had nothing better to do. It was a slow day.

''You bet'' Sooyoung said, I could almost feel she was smirking without even looking at her. I was still guled to my phone. ''Our leader should tell us to interveiw people like this instead of some petty theft that didn't even happen'' She continued.

''Every case counts, weather it happened or not'' I spoke, still uinterested towards her topic.

''Well, yes. But, this is big. This man owns literally everything in Busan, maybe even korea. He is rich, a Chaebol (large industrial conglomerate), handsome, hot, I think he is intelligent too and his mother is also running for the position of mayor this upcoming elections. Imagine how would it feel to be his wife''

''Well, I don't really imagine about being anybody's wife I haven't met in my life'' I said.

''Did you not hear what I just said? About how amazing he is?'' she said, narrowing her eyes at me.

''I did but still not interested, sorry'' I said and laughed.

''You are so boring, Hyo'' Sooyoung said and pouted. ''But he is totally my type'' She added going back to her fantasy world again, hugging the magazine.

''Don't hug the magazine, its weird and can I know the name of this rich famous dashing guy you are so fascinated about'' I said emphasizing each words.

''Kai'' she replied.

I almost choked on my coffee. ''What did you just say?'' I asked again, to conform it.

''Kai, see here'' Sooyoung said, holding up the magazine right infront of my face.

I snatched the magazine from her hand. ''Give me that''

''Now you are interested'' Sooyoung said rolling her eyes at me.

I wasn't mistaken. It was him. It was none other than Kim Jong-In. I could never forget him even if it were a thousand years. I was overwhelmed with all kinds of emotions. Its been so many years, I tried to call him, find him but it was all in vain. No one could tell me where he was. I even wrote letters, on