Yang Yoseob (18), a high school student in senior class whose father is the CEO of one of the biggest company in South Korea. When he as still a little boy, he thought his life was excellent, with loving parents and all things that he had. He smiled and laughed in the happy time with people around him, and he would cry when he sad or hurt beside his parents comforting him. His mother had already introduced him in music since he was baby and his father would give him a warm smile and a loving pat on his head when he tried to sing or play the piano although it was wrong. Every body loved this loving child.

Life seemed perfect. Yeah, that was what people said, but not exactly. We never know what would come and knock us down, turning our life completely.

When the little Yoseob was 6, his mother died due cancer. He didn't cry, yes he didn't. The innocent 6 years old Yang Yoseob didn't know what the world 'die' mean is. The only thing he knew and remembered just the last words from his mother, "Baby, sorry for leaving you this early. Be a strong guy and don't cry. I love you."

From that day, there's no more loving parent that would play, laugh, sing, chat with him. Music? Yes he still study it hardly since it was his mother favorite. But it didn't come like before. He won't sing or play instrument in front of people. He would lock himself in the music room in his mansion alone for hours. There's no more cute smile or aegyo from this boy. There's no more happy laugh instead of the sarcastic one. There's no more cheerful Yang Yoseob instead of the rude, snobbish, cruel guy. There's no more the old Yang Yoseob.

The only thing he needed just attention. Just it. He didn't expect for more. His father turned into a workaholic person. He never shown his love for his child anymore but the strict authoritarian one. No more warm smile, loving pat, no more praising words. No more the great father that Yoseob proud in the first place.

And now, how can he think his life called perfect? It has been ruined completely. His life is plain. He feels nothing. He is numb. He even hope that he never been born into this world. Huh! What a pity life!

"Yoseob! Open the door!"

On that beautiful morning, a shout has already could be heard from the Yang's mansion.

"Yoseob! Open the door!!!"

The boy named Yang Yoseob was still in his dreamland covered by a messy blanket, although his father was shouting for him while barging the door.

"YANG YOSEOB!!! I ASKED YOU TO OPEN THE DOOR!!!"

In a second, Yoseob sit on his bed with an irritated face, holding his anger. "WHAT?!!" he shouted back.

"I ORDER YOU TO OPEN THE DOOR!!! NOW!!!"

"ARGGH!!!" pulling his hair roughly, he jumped from his bed standing on his feet and walked to the door. He couldn't be more angry with his father, in fact, he always be. He unlocked the door and turned the knob harshly until it slammed against the wall, making a loud unpleasing sound to ears. "What?! It's ing 6 o'clock in the morning!!" he shouted in front of his father.

"Watch you mouth young man!" a middle aged man in suit said in a calmer voice but there's no doubt that he was serious with that, earning a scoff from his own son. "Here, he is Yoon Doojoon."

Then, there was another guy who stood behind Mr. Yang. Yoseob didn't realize until that guy stepped beside and showed himself. He just kept silent with his poker face and glared at that guy.

"Since now, he is your personal assistant. But although he would go to the same school with you. I found him really smart that he will help you with your lessons too."

Yoseob eyes became wide with that statement. Before he could say something, that guy called Yoon Doojoon bowed his body in a perfect 90 degree and gave Yoseob a friendly smile. "Hello! I'm Yoon Doojoon. Since now, I will be your personal assistant," with that, he end up with a bow again.

Mr. Yang smiled in statisfied seeing a young man beside him with his manner. But his smile suddenly disappeared with an impolite yell from his son.

"What?! Personal assistant?!!! There's no worth for him for being a PERSONAL ASSISTANT INSTEAD OF A ING SLAVE!! AND THERE IS NO WAY THAT I WILL TAKE 'YOU' AS MY BUTLER!!!" Yoseob yelled while pointing at the new guy.

With that, without any hesitation Mr. Yang slapped his son hard enough to make Yoseob's cheek became red and he himself nearly fell to the ground if he didn't grab the door's jamb quickly.

Yoseob kept in that pose with his other hand palming his cheek. In the other hand, the new guy was too startled watching the scene of those father and son.

"I always tell you to WATCH FOR YOUR WORD!! RESPECT HIM!!! At least he is a year older than you!!! And you 'have to' accept my decision what ever it is!" Mr. Yang said firmly.

Yoseob gritted his teeth. He surely wanted to yell his anger out. What that hell is this? His own father just chose that slave to him? And he just slapped his son in front of that slave?

"He will start to work from today," Mr. Yang said after he could control his temper. "Doojoon." he called the new guy in a calmer tone.

"Yes, Sir."

"Watch for him. Make sure he won't do any stupid thing."

"Yes, Sir."

"I'm leaving now. I must to catch my plane," he paused to see his wrist watch. "What an useless kid! Wasting my time!" he said and left with the new guy bowing at him until he gone.

'What an useless kid!' that statement rolled again and again in Yoseob's mind. Yes he is useless. He knew that. His own father, just said he is useless. What a tragic! He suddenly felt his feet became weak. He nearly hit the ground if there wasn't a pair of strong arms supported him.

"Take your hand off!" he said in firm voice while staring to the ground but the other guy caught a shade shake in it.

"Yoseob-"

"I said TAKE YOUR HAND OFF!!!"

The older one slowly released his hands from the younger but kept staring at him in concern.

"Don't you dare to touch me!"

Hello!! It's me, Leggion96.

Well, this is my first time making a DooSeob story. Since I'm a addict, I found DooSeob is my favorite paring, followed by JunSeung and KiWoon.

By the way, this story is inspired by a song called 'You are the Best of My Life' from Lee Hyun. At first I didn't know what it meant because I don't understand hangeul since I'm not Korean. Then, it has been my habit to find the lyric and the translated of the song that interesting me. And wosh! I love that song very much, because it sends butterflies on my stomach that tickling my heart until sending a shiver through my spine. So, this story is based from that song. As you know, I use the lyric from that song to be the summary after I rearranged it and the title of the song to be the title of this story.

And that's it! Don't forget to subscribe this story and comment. Just say 'hi' I would really love it. I want to know if you like this story or not, at least you've read the summary and foreword. Sorry for my bad English. And thank you for reading. Love you all! ^^