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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The rest of the exams for the juniors passed by, and so did January. The winter cold was beginning to thaw and the frozen trees had begun to shed off their snow laden branches.
"So," YooChan's uncle smiled at him, "did you decide what subject you will study?"
"Yes!" YooChan replied with a bright grin. "Business Studies. But without maths."
Yoo SeJeong's smile faltered.
"You see, I am not good at studying anyway, Uncle," YooChan rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, "so it doesn't matter what subject I choose. I am equally bad at all. So why not try to work on something which will actually benefit me?"
"That sounds really great to me," YooMi cleared her throat. She kept her knife and fork down on her plate, the metals softly clinking against the China plates. "And your friends?"
"Shin's dead set on science. Says he wants to be a doctor or something."
"That is nice," SeJeong took a deep breath, "good to hear that."
"Yeah no," YooChan chewed slowly, "he hates you. He hates the mere idea of you. Flares up when we mention you. So... not gonna work, no."
SeJeong chuckled gently. "I don't blame him. What about that boy... the one with the dog?"
YooChan grimaced. It had been over a month since they had last talked. Even on Shin's birthday, YooChan didn't bother to patch up the torn fragments of their friendship. "What about him?" He scoffed. "He can do whatever he wants."
"That's really not how it works, Chan," YooMi said, rolling her eyes, "stop running away from confrontation."
"Hey don't lecture me, okay? I need time to... do stuff. And I do not run away from confrontation!"
"As you say," Chan's uncle said. He wiped the corners of his lips with a tissue paper and stood up, tapping the wooden dining table three times with his knuckles. "Alright kids, enjoy your breakfast. I have some work."
"Have a good day, Uncle." YooChan and his sister echoed in unison.
"Have a good day," SeJeong said, "and Chan, if you have nothing to do, pick out the weeds in the backyard."
"What do I look like? A gardener?"
"And yes," SeJeong threw a look over his shoulder and grinned, "don't smoke them."
"You know Uncle," Chan put one elbow on the back of the chair and leaned back, "I kind of get why you are so single and lonely. You're not funny. Not even a cent."
"At least I am not an unpaid gardener, am I?"
"Just go away and do your Principal stuff, Uncle. Don't roam in the hallways like this. People will get scared when they bump into you."
