A family which is separate from past fifteen years
found each other will they accept eachother from their heart or throw them from their worlds.
" you looked very similar to my ......"
Mr Hwang said
"aish lana stop talking nonstop you are so a...
" "Mr. Yang, we have arrived at the head office," Secretary Kim said.
"Hmm."
"Ahhhhh... I can't take it anymore," Mr. Kim whined like a baby.
"What?"
"Dude, why are you being so cold? Am I really an innocent puppy always targeted by people? Now you are also behaving like this to me, Jeongin," Mr. Kim said.
"Who started all this, Mingyu hyung?" Jeongin raised his eyebrows.
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"Hmm... well, I thought if I talked politely like all secretaries do, it would make a good impression," Mingyu said.
"Hahaha, good impression," Jeongin burst with laughter and Mingyu pouted.
"At least don't laugh at me, I didn't think you would also take this seriously. Is this your business secretary, Kim? Man, that line was really cold; for some time, I thought I just got a new job in an unfamiliar place."
"You deserved it for your two cents acting... whatever. By the way, how is Wonwoo hyung's job going?"
"Hmm, perfectly fine... but as always, my baby keeps requesting your photos for his promotion. His boss is really angry, man, keeps irritating him... My boyfriend is one who always suffers," Mingyu said.
" Well, how many times have we offered him a job, but still, he wants to be a news reporter. Not my fault. And about revealing my face, I'm waiting for the perfect opportunity. Tell him, whenever I want to reveal my face, he is the one who will film me".
"By the way, now tell me, who are they to you?"
"It's a long story."
"Don't worry, I have lots of time. Besides, it's going to be raining, so all your plans are canceled, baby bread."
"What...? Aish... I had an outgoing plan today... whatever. Where were we? Oh, yes... so listen, hyung..." Jeongin started to tell him about their past.
Meanwhile
The figure skater glided onto the ice, simmering anger brewed within him. With each twirl and jump, his movements were sharper, more forceful, as if he was trying to release the pent-up frustration within him. His jumps were higher, his spins faster. Alone on the ice rink, the figure skater's fury burned like a flame in the cold expanse.
"Hyungee, don..... don't... don't... leave Hoonee alone... I'm sca... scared," little Sunghoon is crying, looking at the person in front of him who is older than him.( Sunghoon memories)
I always thought it's my fucking dreams that are somehow haunting me... but why?... why the hell are they my memories instead of dreams? I hate it... I... I really fucking hate the fact... just why me... why meeeee...
Each glide across the frozen surface was punctuated by sharp scrapes of blades, a rhythmic echo of his simmering rage. Every time and turn was a release, a cathartic expression of inner turmoil. He screamed into the silent void.
