Kibum backed up again, tripping and falling back. He caught himself, and carefully stood up, putting his hands up in defense. "I swear.. only because she had a gun pointed at my head.. Who do you think I am? I'm nothing like you, Carlos.. Even if I tried, I could never be like you." Sure, Kibum had the looks of one, but he could never act like one.<br/><br/>Kibum actually worked in his grandfather's bakery/restaurant. It was a combined building of a restaurant that also had bakery goods on display for purchase. He was nothing special, a ordinary guy who made wonderful desserts, that was it. If anything, it's what got him the money he needed for his grandfather who stayed at home all the time due to old age. Kibum was just a Baker's Boy, nothing special except for his good looks.