So, I thought to myself: "What if everyone was sort of reborn into our world? What would happen then?" and then I sort of decided to freehand an entire story, so here's the product of me not studying for Finals. Cheers. xoxo

If the tension in the boardroom was felt by its occupants, none betrayed it. Nine members of the Wang family sat at the conference table, a horde of lawyers present and ready. None touched the glasses of water with white paper tops in front of them and none even glanced at the traditional yakgwa and yugwa cookies set forth on wooden trays.

At the head of the long table sat the Chairman and patriarch of the Jong Group, Wang Taejo, his gray hair and beard making him stand out in the room of clean shaven, younger men. To his right was his eldest son and the CEO, Wang Mu, forty years old and trained by the Chairman himself to take over the group since birth. To the Chairman's left sat Mu's direct competition, his half-brother, Wang Yo, thirty-six years old and CFO.

Beside Yo sat his youngest brother, Wang Jung, a twenty-three year old athlete with a secret penchant for taking part in illegal street fights. The troublemaker and baby of the family, he was the direct brother of Yo and had been spoiled near suffocation by their mother.

After Jung was Yo's closest confidant and half-brother, Wang Won. Twenty-nine year old Won was the product of an affair the CEO had, but he was still considered a member of the family.

To Mu's right sat his half-brother, Wang Wook. Wook was older than Won by five years but had no interest in being beside Yo. He had made his own fortune by working throughout the company until he reached the level of President and also by marrying into a well connected family.

To Wook's right sat his full brother, Wang Eun. The twenty-six year old was a K-Pop star and was only at the meeting because their father had called all of his sons from wherever they were to gather. Beside Eun sat Baek Ah, another product of a mistress, and another artistically inclined family member. He was twenty-four and sat in his chair, idly tapping a rhythm onto the table. His career of "artistically defining himself" via books, poetry, music, and modelling had led to a tidy profit on Baek Ah's part.

And at the very end of the table, meters away from their father, sat Wang So, Yo's younger brother and Jung's other older brother. Dressed in a black suit, he sat in his chair and kept his eyes trained on their father. So was only two months older than Wook and had worked his way to being an executive board member… but only their father and oldest brother knew that.

The Chairman placed his hands on the table, the sound of his wedding ring clacking against the wood echoing throughout the silent conference room. "I've called you all here today because the company will begin going through a period of change," the patriarch addressed his sons, both legitimate and illegitimate. "And because I want to prepare you all to deal with questions and press regarding this change."

The men in the room listened closely as their father explained how their lawyers would have to go wherever they went for the first few days of the process. "When I give my position of Mu, he will be scrutinized and torn at. It is up to you," he gazed at a few specific sons, "to make sure his name is upheld and not slandered.

The lawyers could be heard writing down the Chairman's words, taking notes.

"Now, I know most of you are able to handle legal questions and press, but my youngest sons," he turned toward Won, Eun, Baek Ah, and Jung, "you four must be careful. Your ties to the company itself may be weak, but you are all parts of the Jong Group and the Wang household. Therefore, you will be subject to questions that you may not be prepared to answer. Eun, I know you just completed touring in China and Baek Ah, your newest book of poems came out. Jung, your preparation for the Olympics will put you in the spotlight as well. Be well aware that your actions will also be heavily scrutinized by the media and other companies.

"I want all of you to stay in Seoul until this matter is completely sorted. I know Baek Ah and Eun are both not doing anything and Jung, there are plenty of gyms here for you to practice at. This may take weeks or it may take months. Depending on how long, I expect all of you to comply and to be ready to handle anything that may arise."

The sons all nodded at their father's words. This would be the first time in years the entire family was all in one city.

So thumbed his chin as he drove home from the meeting, his Ferrari making slow progress through the mass of Seoul traffic. Horns blazed and taxi drivers swore as the sluggish traffic put everyone on edge. So merely sat in the quiet of his car, peering out the tinted windows at the bustling city. It had been months since he had visited Seoul and each time, something seemed to be different.

He pressed his hand against his mouth as a taxi driver motioned for him to lower his window. So ignored the man in favor of thinking about the dreams he had been subject to for the past year. After wrecking his other sport car, he had fallen into a coma for a month and after that, dreams of his family in traditional dress and King Gwangjong of Goryeo plagued him every night. And there was a girl- whatever her name was. She was always in his dreams, staring at him with such sad eyes that he almost always woke up shaking and in tears. Who was she? Why did she have such an effect on him?

"Shut up," So snapped, looking at the passenger seat where Eun sat, peering at his phone. The younger man looked up, his blonde bangs falling over his wide eyes. If there was ever a different pair than the one sitting in the Ferrari, So did not know.

While So wore a black suit and tie, Eun wore a graphic t-shirt with torn skinny jeans and a flannel shirt tied at his waist. So wore his dark hair short and tousled to the left while Eun had dyed blonde and pink hair that touched his eyes.

"I didn't say anything," Eun said, staring at his older brother.

"You don't think I can't see you tweeting that we're stuck in traffic?" scoffed So. "I can feel your fangirls combing through the streets, looking for you. The last thing I need is to hear people scream your name and ask for your autograph."

Sticking his tongue out, Eun made a face at his older brother. "You're just jealous I'm famous," he said.

So shot a glare at his brother and watched his tongue slip back into his mouth. Eun sat back in defeat with a mumbled apology. "Where did you say Wook lives again?" So asked, trying to lighten the mood.

Eun pointed to a chrome building nestled between other chrome buildings. "That one! Is it true you'll be staying with Wook until Father's business matters are resolved?" he asked. "Why not any of the other brothers?"

Sighing, So switched lanes and clicked his tongue. "Yo has a small child and our mother visits much too often for my comfort. Won lives with two roommates and I don't enjoy the company of strangers. Mu has his family and other priorities and Jung lives with our mother. Baek Ah lives in a one-room and your house is surrounded by fans. So it's only logical that I choose to stay with Wook.

"He lives close by, has the space, and most importantly..." So stared at his younger brother who had already begun typing into his phone. The tweet read: 'My brother says he won't stay with me because he's afraid of my darling fans! Gasp!'

"Most importantly," he snatched the phone form Eun's hand before deleting the tweet and glancing down at his brother's phone, "it's quiet." He tossed the phone back to Eun.

Eun pouted as traffic began to move. So pulled into the front of the apartment complex and lowered his window as the security guards at the locked gate asked which house he was going to. After replying, the gate was opened and the Ferrari purred through.

So parked in the below ground parking lot, stepping out of his car with a groan and popping his neck. Removing his suitcase from the trunk of the car, he looked at Eun who carried a sparkly backpack. "Don't tell me-"

"I'm staying here too!" Eun exclaimed. "I decided way before you did to stay with Wook because I'm don't want my fans to interrupt all this family stuff I'm gonna get done. Plus," he motioned toward the massive complex they walked through, "Wook's house is closer to the main offices and has the most space! His house has seven bedrooms! Mine only has three!"

"You're a multimillionaire," So sent his brother an exasperated look. "Buy a bigger house if you like Wook's so much."

They stepped into the atrium of Wook's building and were greeted by a concierge who asked where they were headed before making a call to Wook's apartment and speaking to one of the maids. After confirming that the Wang household would be receiving guests, the concierge led the two men to an elevator, pressing the top floor for them and bowing before stepping out.

Wook's house was by far the more luxurious of the brothers'. His massive penthouse had been purchased with the intention of hosting important guests, family members, and friends. It had been a modern, chic apartment before Wook had hired a construction company to completely tear out the insides and replace it with a rustic, old-fashioned, Korean style. A full time staff worked around the apartment, cleaning and making sure the household ran properly. There was a screen golf range, a private pool, and a mini sauna all strapped onto the top two floors of the building he lived in.

The elevator stopped on the top floor and So allowed Eun to do the honors of ringing the doorbell. The front door was opened by their brother and the two men stepped into Wook's house, removing their shoes.

"How did you get here so quickly?" So asked Wook as his Irish twin greeted him. Wook was the same height as So, and he had already changed from his suit to a t-shirt and sweatpants. "It took us an hour."

Chuckling, Wook shrugged his shoulders. "I walked," he said, watching So and Eun hand their bags to the accepting maid.

So resisted the urge to stare at Wook. In his dreams, it was always Wook that had somehow caused harm to the family or to himself and… her. Whatever her name was. The sad girl with bright eyes.

The house was decorated in the traditional Korean sense. With pine wood and paper finishes, the luxurious penthouse exuded warmth and felt like home from the first step inside. So looked around at the ancient artwork that hung from the walls and at the ceiling decorations that made the house look as if it were an ancient Korean villa. "Where is your wife?" he asked, noticing the general emptiness of the house.

"Resting," Wook said, his lips tightening. "The doctor was here." She died in my dream, So thought absently. She died and you remarried and had children.

"Oh, are they here?" came a soft voice. From the master bedroom, a young woman stepped out, the white sleeves of her shirt peeking from beneath a light blue dress. Barefooted, she walked over to where Wook stood, a smile on her pale, fair features. She bowed as she stood beside Wook. "Myung Hee is sleeping."

So looked at the girl and then choked on his own words. It was her. From his dreams. She was standing right in front of him and So realized her eyes were as wide as his.

Coughing, he doubled over and felt her rush towards him as flashbacks from his dreams shot through his mind, but it was not her hands that touched him. Eun was pounding on his back before she could reach him as memories stabbed into his mind. The younger man guffawed as his older brother choked. "Excited much?" he joked.

When So recovered, he was offered a glass of water and Wook gave him a peculiar look. "Are you alright?" he asked. So only nodded, unable to take his eyes off of the girl. She stared at him with those same, wide eyes that had gazed at him in his dreams.

"My… person," she whispered. Wook sent a confused look to his in-law, but shook his head as he continued to introduce the family to each other.

"Eun, So, this is my wife's cousin, Hae Soo. She's here to take care of Myung Hee," Wook introduced them. "Soo, these are my brothers: So and Eun. So is two months older than me and Eun is eight years younger."

Soo, So thought, his heart hammering in his chest. Each passing second was an agonizing wait and he gazed over Soo as she held her hands by her side. Soo… my person, Soo. My lover, my only queen, mother of my…

"It's nice to meet you," Soo bowed, her smile warm and cheerful, not sad and sickly like it had been in So's dream. "I'm so happy to finally meet Wook's family members."

Eun seemed to already get along with Soo. So noticed the two had a taste for the childish, enjoying games and promising to add each other as friends on some type of phone game. He watched as they spoke together, not hearing what they said, but drinking in every detail of Soo's existence. Her long brown hair; her cheerful smile; her graceful legs.

After introductions, Wook excused himself to go check on his wife. Tired, Eun complained about being in a cramped Ferrari with only So before excusing himself to go take a nap. As Eun was led away by a maid, he left So behind with Soo.

When no one was in sight, Soo looked up at So as he desperately lunged to take her into his arms and pull her against his chest in a tight hug, holding her close to his body. "Majesty," she whispered, tears glistening in her eyes. Sniffling, she reciprocated So's urgent hold and pressed her forehead against his chest, wetting his shirt with her tears. "I thought you weren't real- I thought- I thought it was all a dream."

"I've found you," So murmured, tears falling from his own eyes. Torrents of memories washed over agonizing years of solitude and months of nightmares, his pain drifting away in the embrace she held him in. "My Soo," he gasped, "My darling Soo."