Tae Shin is a simple boy with simple dreams, who likes to hide his half-forgotten past into the shadows of his low self-esteem. Kim JaeHwan is a sole heir to a gigantic multi-billion conglomerate, who likes to reminisce the ghosts of his happy child...
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"You are one frown away from looking like an actual zombie."
JaeHwan laughed the insult off, his mood uplifted and jovial even after pulling an all nighter and getting everything done. Even his math homework was done, and JaeHwan had gone as far as to send the invitations of the Royal Fest to the participating schools. "Not everyone is blessed with looks like yours, Won."
"That's true. If you are ugly, you are ugly. What can you do except get a really good looking lover to increase your visual aesthetics when you stand together," JungWon put his elbows on JaeHwan's desk and leaned in, "how's everything with Shin?"
Butterflies broke free in the pit of JaeHwan's stomach. Yesterday was the best dinner of his life, and JaeHwan wanted more. "We had ramyeon at his place," he said with a passive face, "and I left at nine."
JungWon's jaw dropped. "Ramyeon? Heol, you sure are moving fast."
JaeHwan chose to smirk and let his friend reel in the agony of ignorance. "How's Maroo?"
"Every moment of free hour he gets, it goes into practise. He's got a match soon, against that Gwangchul high. Those bastards are one hell foul players," JungWon leaned back, hugging himself with his arms, feigning shivers at a bad memory, "I fucking hate them."
"Oh yes," JaeHwan continued typing, but his eyebrows furrowed in concern. "But we have YoonJae, he is enough foul play. And basketball is different from Taekwondo, you know. You have greater chances of breaking limbs in Taekwondo," said JaeHwan, who was ill famed for breaking three people's hands in the game, inspired by a fit of anger.
"Shut up... will you?"
"Wake up, will you?" JungWon almost snarled at SeokWoo, who was sleeping on the desk behind JaeHwan's. "You fucking keep sleeping all time, while we rot in daylight trying to win one match."
"Anyway," JaeHwan interrupted, "your father is taking the Samhan case?"
"Yes why?" JungWon snapped.
"Samhan's stocks crashed when our term began, you know?" JaeHwan started talking to them both, while simultaneously typing his economics essay. "I bought a good percentage of its shares then. But how did word get out that it was gonna ruin?"
"I saw Yun JeongSuk talking to Abeoji last week," JungWon drawled, "he's actually going against Samhan."
JaeHwan looked up, his fingers freezing on the keys. "Isn't Samhan one of the supporters of his party?"
"Maybe he's behind ruining Samhan," SeokWoo said groggily, head still down, "maybe it's he who let the information out."
Thinking of JeongSuk make JaeHwan's blood freeze and curdle in disgust. Seeing him on national television every week, hearing him talk about nation's welfare and all bullshit, acting high and mighty when he had the spine of a slug. "He can't do a single act of goodness," JaeHwan gritted his teeth, "it will probably strangle him in his sleep if he acts kind for once."
