Summary:
Why hold onto the handle? Just let it roll out.
JiSol/VerShua Chaebol AU
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Rocket - SEVENTEEN (Joshua & Vernon)
Standing in the middle of the party hall with dark maroon velvet suit gleamed in the most classy way with his every moves, Hansol brings his tall glass to his mouth to sip the translucent drink. Giving a playful smirk from behind the pristine glass to the onlookers near him, the young man sweeps his glance across the hall, jumping from one face to another who looks awed by his presence.
"Good day to you, Hansol-ssi." A young lady, yet still older than him, approaches him with white bright smile, raising her hand which holds a champagne glass as a greeting to him.
"Good day to you too." He replies with polite smile, also raising his glass, completely hiding his reluctant answer as he doesn't bother to find the name of the young lady from the long list of names he has remembered throughout the years he attended this kind of party.
"It's been a long time since the last time we meet. Was it in company dinner?"
"Yes." Probably . Why would he remember about it?
"How is everything going? Is the university fun?" The lady, clad in short red-black dress asked, keeping their distance obviously close no matter how many times Hansol slips back away from her.
Showing a cracked playful smile, Hansol takes another sip. He glances knowingly to their surrounding, stealing another sip while nonchalantly giving a light shrug. He hasn't got the chance to properly reply when murmurs start spreading fast like wildfire inside the grand hall.
"That's the heirs."
"They are coming together again."
"They are as perfect as usual."
Emerging from behind the main entrance door, are three oldest sons of Choi Family. All dressed in similar striking warm shade of charcoal gray suit with conspicuous white shirt peeking from beneath it. Even from afar, Hansol can notice their immaculate appearances and it supplies calamity to his sense that it starts to overwhelm him.
No one stays in their spot to see the father of the three young men approaches his sons who have just stepped into the party hall. No one, but Hansol with his champagne. He tries to consume more air, filling his lungs full with breath and exhaling them until what resides inside him is the residue of anxiety. His eyes glued to the scene upfront until a tiny almost unheard tinkling sound created by the meeting of his ring and his champagne glass rouse him up from his trance. He blinks, focusing his eyes onto his glass before going back to the four figures. With his eyes not letting go of the centre of attention still standing not far from the entrance, calmly he downs the sparkling beverage in one go, his gaze lingers long on them before turning away, ignoring them all. But not fast enough.
"Hansol-ssi? Where are you going? Aren't you going to meet them?" The young lady who had talked to him a while ago surprisingly still stays close to him, even though the arrival of the three men has given a good distance of personal space to him, she is still there with him. He is almost touched, but is it really like the way it is? Maybe she is just trying to be polite , he sighs inaudibly.
'Since the favorable heirs have arrived, it's time for the youngest to go away.' The student wants to comment, but he knows better than to say that kind of thing out loud. Instead, he opts to explain politely with his worn out excuse. "It's getting late and I have class tomorrow morning."
