Somewhere in Hollywood, on the set of a movie - the movie of the year of course - was a young man weeping in front of his sweet lover. The victim, covered in blood, was pulled out of his burning Ferrari and was now in the arms of the young man. People were starting to come closer while some of them were trying to stop the fire.

“Help!” cried the young man, “Somebody help me!”

Some of the people watching were crying seeing the look of the guy holding his lifeless girlfriend.

In the background they could hear the noise of cop cars coming closer and probably the ambulance was coming too.

The young man was her hair and holding her body close to his. Despite the early hours and the crowd around them, the young man was feeling like he was alone in the world. He couldn’t stop the tears from falling, his lover was now gone, his life was over…

　“AND CUT!!” yelled the director.

Everybody on the set started moving around to prepare the next scene. All the extra for the movie went back in the warehouse to get ready for their next part.

Suddenly the lifeless body started moving and the girl laughed before getting up from the actor's arms.

“Thank god they won’t see my face in this scene, laughed the girl, you cry so much all your tears washed the blood from my face.”

“Yah! What are you talking about, I didn’t cry that much” said the man smiling before getting up, too.

Before she could add something, her assistant rushed her to get ready for the next scene. The director waved at him before he could turn around and reach his trailer.

“Good job, Changmin!” smiled the director, “you did great on this scene, I saw some of the staff crying with you.”

“Thanks director”

“Go take a rest, you certainly need it, you didn’t sleep for 48hours straight. We don’t need you until after lunch anyway since we gonna film the scene with Jennifer.”

Changmin nodded and turned around to leave. As soon as he started walking, his manager showed up next to him.

“You should stop that…” sighed his manager.

“What?” asked Changmin after smiling to a young lady, making her almost faint.

“You know what I’m talking about… you're taking a different girl to your room almost every night… and since we left the set like 2 minutes ago you probably almost kill 10 women…”

“Well, it’s not my fault if they love me so much”, grinned Changmin after smiling to another victim of his good looks.

“Right, now you’re the biggest playboy in the world and of course the most wanted bachelor…Paparazzis gonna be rich soon with all the pictures they take…”

“I think the more fun is the fact that magazines start asking people who’s gonna be the Mrs. Shim.” smiled Changmin after jumping on his couch in his trailer.

“None of them know you’re gay”, answered his manager.

“That’s right! That’s why I keep having girls around me. And since that gives them the front page for the magazines around the world…” laughed Changmin.

“And anyway I don’t understand why you want me to stop, who gets the girl when I bring them to my room?” smile Changmin.

“One day you gonna bring one who’s not drunk enough… one day she’s gonna found out she’s not having with you but with me… one day one of them gonna blow your cover. That’s why I want you to stop… it’s for your own good…” sighed his manager.

“Don’t worry Heechul… after this movie I’ll go back to Korea to do my duty in the army, everything's gonna calm down.”

Heechul knew this conversation was over when Changmin got up and went to lay down on his bed.

“I’ll come back later with the stylist and makeup artist.” said the man before leaving the actor alone.

Changmin waved his hand in the air without saying anything since his face was buried in the pillow.

Later that day…

Changmin was on the top of a 10 story building with his stunt man talking with the director.

“You sure you want to do this?” ask the older one.

“Of course, Jeff did it before and everything is safe, right?” asked Changmin, looking at his stunt man.

“Yep, we did it a couple of times actually and Changmin won’t have problems with this jump.”

“See? It’s not a big deal. I’ll be fine.” smiled Changmin while the staff got him ready for the jump.

“Ok, so in the scene you come up on the roof and jump, then run to your car, the hit man's gonna get out of this building and shoot at you, you have to pop out the bags of pig blood on your back.. Gotcha?”

“Yep, I’m ready!”

All the staff on the roof left the place, Changmin went behind the door and waited for the signal of the director.

“Ready? Set? ACTION!”

Changmin opened the door in a kick, ran on to the roof and then jumped. He could feel the wind in his face, but… he was falling too fast, Jeff told him he was supposed to fall slowly, the angle of the camera and the montage later was suppose to make him look like he was getting down at full speed. Changmin started screaming and moving his legs and arms like he was trying to fly. Everybody started screaming too because everyone knew something was wrong. The director yelled for the staff to put the safety net up but none of them was fast enough.

Changmin crashed on to the ground. Blood was pooling around him. And it wasn't pig blood.

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　“What the hell is that place?” sighed Changmin looking around.

Everything was white… even his clothes were now white.

“I thought I was on set like 2 second ago… yah maybe I fell asleep.”

“HONEY, I’M HOME!” yelled Changmin

Changmin started laughing, since he heard that on some old movie, it was his dream to yell it. He started walking since not moving was boring. After what felt like an hour to him – it was actually 5 minutes - he reached a single door… white too.

Not bothering to knock, since it was his dream anyway, Changmin opened the door…

Another white room… with a white desk… a white bookshelf and white book - big surprise - two white chairs in front of the desk and one man dressed in white sitting behind it.

“Yah! Who are you?” asked Changmin while the man was writing in his big white book… with his white pen.

“Looks like you had a nice love life on Earth.” said the man without looking at Changmin.

“Yep, all the girls were on their knees for me… if you know what I mean…” smirked Changmin.

Without asking the young man just took one of the chairs and put his heels on the desk.

“Girls? But you like men.” answered the white man lifting up his eyes and looking at Changmin like he was scanning the younger.

Changmin looked at him with wide eyes. his secret's gonna be out, this man's gonna tell the paparazzi and his life is gonna be over! No more movies, no more fans! No more money!

“You don’t need it anymore.”

“What are you talking about?” frowned Changmin.

“Simple… you’re dead.”

“It’s a dream! One can’t die in a dream.”

“It’s not a dream.” smiled the man, “come with me.”

Without saying anything else, the man got up and went to the door.

“Are you coming?” he asked.

“I don’t go with strangers…” pouted Changmin.

“You can call me judge Kangta. Now come!”

Changmin sighed but followed the man anyway. It’s not like he had a choice anyway.

They went to a third room… white again.

“You know, you should fire your interior designer… it won’t kill you to put some color in this house.” said Changmin.

“It won’t kill me that’s for sure since I’m already dead.” answered Kangta, “anyway, white is pure and innocent.”

Changmin sighed loudly and threw his arms in the air, this man was so annoying. He wished he could have a better dream, because yes Changmin still believed he was dreaming.

They reached a french door and went outside. This time it was an explosion of colors. Changmin felt like he was on a deserted island with multicolor birds… it was beautiful. They kept walking until they stopped in front of a pound. Kangta touch the water with his finger and the view changed, it was now like they was looking in a mirror.

Changmin saw himself on the ground, people panicking around him. The ambulance was there and the whole time between the set and the hospital, he watched himself get shock after shock to bring him back to life. Changmin pinched himself and screamed, feeling the pain.

“It hurts!” whined Changmin.

“Why did you do that?” asked Kangta.

“I’m supposed to be dreaming.”

“You’re not. I told you already, you’re dead.”

“So that’s it? I’ll go to paradise, become an angel with wings and everything? Can I have everyday there? Wait, angels can be gay right? Oh I’m sure I’ll have fun.” smirked Changmin.

Kangta shook his head and looked up at the sky…

“God are you punishing me right now?”

“God? He’s up there? Can I meet him?”

“You won’t meet him since you’re not going there.” sighed Kangta.

“Why? I’m going to hell? Can I still keep the wings and have down there?”

“You’re not going to hell either.” said Kangta.

“So where am I going?”

“Back to Earth.”

“YESSS!”

Before answering, Kangta moved his hand in the air and both of them were back in the office.

Kangta took a folder – a really BIG and HEAVY folder - and started looking up random sheets.

“I see, here you tricked your friend into giving you a saying a snake bit your and you’ll die if you don’t take the poison out.”

“Here, you stole money from your teacher saying your mom was at the hospital…”

“Here you crashed your friend's parents car and put your friend behind the wheel while he was drunk…”

“Here you cheated on your boyfriend… with his brother…”

“Ok, ok I understand, I wasn’t an angel on Earth. Geez I didn’t want a boring life. A guy needs to have fun sometimes.” Laugh Changmin

“To deserve your place in Paradise, you’ll have to work a little bit. Do a good deed.”

“So all I have to do is find an old fart, help him cross the street and BOOM I’m in heaven? Easy…”

“You'll gonna have to help one person to reach his dream. This person is gonna be the only one who is gonna see you…”

“Dream? Well it’s easy…”

“Not so much… you will have to listen this person… and help him”

“No problem! Give me two days and I’ll be back!” smirked Changmin.

Changmin got up from his seat and reached for the door. Before opening the door, he turned around.

“What is his name actually? And I hope he’s cute.”

“Kim Junsu.” smiled Kangta.

“Is he cute?”

“You’ll see.”

“What? How do you want me to help him if I don’t know what he look like?”

“I'll give you one day to find him before I will send you his folder. BUT in this searching day… you have to really try.”

“Ok so give me 3 days.” sighed Changmin.

“3 days?”

“Well since I will be loosing one day to find him…”

Kangta shook his head and went back to his folder. Changmin opened the door and left… destination Earth.

“Kim Junsu you'd better not be dreaming about being the next Miss South Korea!” smirked Changmin.