A short story, around 12k words. Yoonmin. ~ In a brilliant work of fate, two men meet at a bar. One with stability yet no adventure, one with adventure yet no stability. Neither with passion. So different, yet so alike. Beliefs of their own, lives of their own, scars of their own. Two imperfect people in an imperfect world. Can they help each other's fires burn brighter? ~ "Next, I met your eyes. There was a fire, but it was muted. I hadn't seen anything quite like it before."