As Yang raced down the hallway he appreciated the rigid workout regime Liu had him on for the first time. His lithe muscles rippled with each step he took. The caterwauling of the mob began to fade behind him.

Maybe becoming a little too distracted by the handsomeness of his own body {one must always love themselves first 😍} As he rounded the corner his carelessness was the catalyst to a life changing moment.

His was wracked by an agonizing all encompassing pain throughout his entire body. Yang's vision became blurred as he collided with something or someone.

As he regained his senses the "someone" he crashed into was lying on the ground moaning in pain. As the guy glanced up at him Yang was immediately stunned.

It was like looking into a mirror, albeit an unrefined somewhat disheveled, poor version of himself. The figure was wearing a dirty grey hoodie and a dilapidated pair of blue jeans. But there was a raw, wild beauty to him, that reached into Yang's consciousness. But his moment of revelry was shattered when...

"Hey! Imbecile what the fuck man! Why don't you watch where you're going you almost killed me." 

The dude was irate and a very unYang like scowl erupted on his face like a violent storm.

Imbecile?! Does this somewhat handsome clown know who he is talking to?

It was at that moment Yang noticed all the cups of coffee that littered the hallway around the prone guy.

Hmmmmm he must be some kind of assistant here, Liu told me if I am going to be a famous star I should behave magnanimously towards the unfortunate people.

He reached out his hand to help the poor guy out, flashing his warmest smile.

"Fuck off! I don't need your help! Where the hell are your pants? It is indecent to run around like that" then muttering under his breath, "fucking pampered, rich pop stars"

"Rude! "