Yunho sat in his office and looked out into the dark night with specks of light in the far distant. He knew he would win this bet; unrighteously of course. No one can't play downright dirty or pull little strings of tricks. Life wouldn't be fun if we all leave it up to our own capability to win. Sometime when you want something, you must tweak a bit of fate and move destiny. "What is the meaning of this game?" Junsu bursted into the room with far less manner than Yunho expected his friend to have. "I'm bored and he wants freedom," Yunho said without removing his position from the the window. "A little game always spice thing up." "You --" "No souvenirs? I'm hurt." Yunho diversed his subject. " Don't ing give me that!" Junsu yelled. His nostrils flared like an angry bull in a bull fight. "Why do get work up so easily?" his friend laughed with so much mockery that it angers him further.   Junsu couldn't help help his own temper; he launched a straight punch into his friend's jaw. It felt like he just made an impact with a mountain. His knuckles were coloured with bruises while Yunho's shifts his jaws before wiping the blood on the corner of his lips. Yunho once again laughed and Junsu once again tried to catapult his body towards the man before him who was laughing in such arrogance he had never seen before. It was fueling his boiling fury. Some invisible force by the name of Park Yoochun yanked his jacket's collars back without any sound. Junsu felt outnumbered and defeated. He didn't know why but he would love to drive a bullet into Yunho's head so badly.   "You never play fair, and Jaejoong is too--" Junsu cries. He was sympathizing for JAejoong who was no less than a little lamb amongst a herd of wild lions. "--Innocent?" Yunho finished off his friend as he wiped out the dry blood with his handkerchief. "He needs to learn that there's no black and white. Nothing's fair. Nothing." "You're clearly exploiting him." "Ouch," Yoochun injected. "Exploiting? That's harsh," Yunho grimaced. "Then why else do you want him around?" Junsu comfortably sat down in a chair opposite the deep mahogany table. "He reminds me of Daehyun," Yunho shrugged. "Daehyun?" Junsu perked with great interest. "and Yonghwa." he solemnly said. "But they're polar opposite." "Exactly why it's interesting." Yunho slyly smiled.   Jung Yunho was born as the eldest — the leader of the family. He was burdened with the feeling authority that frozen his personality  into solid ice. He was his father's favourite with the potential of leading the world in his hand.  As his parents' relationship became estranged, the birth of Yonghwa was the only thing that kept them together. As if knowing his surrounding, Yonghwa was born as a reserved child and he lived a life far away from the fragmented web of relationships in the Jung household. For all his life, he seems to search for answers to all the questions in his own mind.  The birth of Daehyun was unexpected and it sparked whispers and glaces of adultery and extramarital relationships. Jung Daehyun was reckless and brave enough to go head on with Death if he got the chance to. The youngest was raised away from his elder siblings to avoid the wrath of their father. The only chances that both Yunho and Yonghwa got to play with Daehyun was on his birthdays or on occasions of their father's business trips.   When Yunho reached the age of 18, he followed what destined to be his future— leading the legacy of his father. He began to distance himself from everyone as