Park Incorporated; one of the largest corporations in Asia. It's grand building made an excellent backdrop to the three businessmen gathered outside.
"Come on, pick up," the first mutters under his breath, dialing his friend's number for the fourth time.
"Oh, give me that," the second man snatches the phone out of the former's hand. "Pick up, idiot," he mumbles.
"I'm freezing," the third remarked. "Let's go inside,"
This squabble was one of many that would drag on during every day these three were found together. Though they were labeled as businessmen, they behaved as little children would.
The first was Chanyeol Park; his grandfather founded the Incorporation three decades ago. The company would soon be handed down to him, whether he deemed himself worthy or not. After all, that was Park tradition. Chanyeol was a young entrepreneur, tall in stature but short in temper. He did not believe in luck; everything was a mere coincidence to him. Being born into the Park family meant he was automatically born into the Park Incorporation, though Chanyeol wanted to earn it himself nonetheless.
The second, Sehun Oh, is Chanyeol's childhood friend. They grew up together, studied together, and now work together. Sehun is a young artist at heart. He works diligently in the marketing department - all his marketing projects and tactics are known company-wide and are slowly beginning to be known nation-wide. He works his charms; knowing what the target audience wanted to see without really knowing what authorities wanted to see. But it works, and it's thanks to him the Park name is so popular, even though he isn't a Park himself.
Minseok Kim, the third man, also known as Xiumin, is a lawyer; who seemed to always have an answer to everything. Why he chose to be associated with the other two was the only question he didn't know the answer to. While the other two studied business, Xiumin studied law and pursued it religiously. He is the oldest out of the three by several years, and is often deemed as the Babysitter.
"Seriously, when are you not freezing?" Chanyeol rolls his eyes at the oldest. "Go inside if you're cold, we'll be in soon,"
Sehun curses silently. "He isn't picking up,"
"Give it," Chanyeol takes his phone back.
"What's up with Xiumin?" Sehun watches as he enters the company building.
"I don't know, he's getting old," Chanyeol says impatiently.
"Xiumin is already old," Sehun snickers, finding his remarks hilarious.
"Whatever," Chanyeol stuffs his phone into the inside pocket of his suit, his temper already building up. His heart wanted to laugh out loud - Sehun's humor was credible - but his mind told him to stay focused; eyes on the prize. That prize being a business meeting with EX Holdings, another company that the authorities claimed would help build Park regime.
"I think you're getting old, too." Sehun presses the elevator button. "You're always so hot-headed."
"Excuse me?" Chanyeol glares at the younger, only proving his point. "What are you saying now?"
"You guys are always fighting. You know; cold and hot, hot and cold. Xiumin's always so bitterly cold and you have such a bad temper."
Sehun's emphasis on the word "such" made Chanyeol ballistic.
"You're really dumb, you know that?" Chanyeol adds the same emphasis as the elevator dings and they step into the small space.
