Youngjae was born into money and fame in his past life. He practically came out the womb with a silver spoon in his mouth. Whenever he wanted something, he got it. Period point blank. That's how things worked, although that made him incredibly uncomfortable. As the son of one of the richest people in Korea, he had to attend lots of welcoming and business parties, representing his father by himself. Most of his equally wealthy "friends" bragged about how lucky he was to be able to go out by himself, and how he practically was a grown up. What's so fun about sitting in a tight suit all day, and talking to a bunch of weird s?  He'd ask himself often when he was alone. He didn't understand their ways of thinking. But whatever, he had more important things to worry about. Around the age of 18, he fell into the use of drugs and was in and out of hiding places. His father had kicked him out, the cops were looking for him as well as multiple gangs. "Maybe if you'd stop sleeping with the gang leader's girlfriend, you'd have one less thing to worry about." He was often told by people who helped hide him. Youngjae would simply roll his eyes and growl at them to, "shut up." It wasn't that easy for him. Yeah sure, he had done it with other girls but they could never compare to her. She gave him an adrenaline rush and the hiding made it all more fun. Eventually though, her boyfriend and a couple of his friends found him. They dragged him off into an alley way and tied him up, making him defenseless to their beating. Blood spilled out his mouth, nose and from his open bruises as they grabbed his hair and forced him to look up. Her boyfriend held a knief to his throat and chucked, asking, "Any last words?" Youngjae smiled and laughed madly. "Are you angry because I f​ucked y​our girlfriend better than you ever have?" That set him off. ​At least his death was quick.