snow ; changki ◯ ON HOLD

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thank you so much for all the sweet responses on the first chapter, I'm so glad you guys liked it hehe ♡

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(warning // drug use)

A soft knock at his door caused him to break the intense eye contact he held with his textbook, craning his head before his eyes dropped to the printed words again. "Yeah?"

"Kihyun," he blinked at the sound of his name, still motionless. "your Father wants you at tonight's dinner. I have your suit."

"I have an exam tomorrow, tell him I can't partake in it." He responded.

"Kihyun," Junghee repeated, her tone this time softer. "he wants you there. I'm sure it's an important thing."

"Well, so is my exam I'm sure he-" he was silenced by a light but firm hit across his head delivered by his favourite maid, and practically his mother. "did you-"

"Listen, do as your father says. Don't make things difficult for yourself; just go downstairs, entertain whoever he's invited over and then come back and study the night away if you wish," she said calmly, setting down freshly ironed dress shirt and trousers on the end of his bed as he still stared in slight disbelief, but began to close his books. "you are the best in your entire year, Ki. I'm sure a few hours won't affect you as hard as you think. Plus, he wants you there."

"No, he wants me there purely to give off the impression that he is in tune with the lives of his children when in reality one of them has fucked off to South America and the other has decided to bury themselves in school work to forget their terrible lives. But yes. He wants me there." Kihyun retorted with a sickening smile.

Just his choice of words, tone and sharpness with which he delivered them was enough to steer all other maids well away from him but his attitude never bothered Junghee; probably because she's been here for the boy since the day he was born.

It made him glad that he hadn't completely shut everybody out of his life.

"Regardless, you still have to go," she grinned, knowing the battle had been won. To this he only groaned, flinging himself at the bed. "hurry now, the others are gonna come in and switch your bedding and they won't be polite enough to knock."

His head snapped up as the door came to a close, and he scrambled to lock it before returning to the centre of the room, stretching his tired limbs with a deep sigh before peeling off the t-shirt and jeans he never bothered to change out of after lectures, leaving it puddles around him. He took a look at his body in the mirror.

Pale and thin - the family trademark. If it could even be called that.

The words were etched into his brain from a young age, his mother laughing as he begged her to join the football team but being told to take up fencing instead.
In retrospective, denial consumed most of his memories of his parents. He knew that somewhere, at some point in their time on earth, his parents meant well, but it still didn't stop him from hating how cold and unavailable they were.

He wasn't asking for much, just the love and support a person tends to expect from their parents - but perhaps it was almost foolish of him to expect such things from two CEOs who conveniently picked a mansion for a 'home' to the three members of their family.

Once dressed, Kihyun began to type a message into his phone until the maids appeared at his room, deeming the timing now fit for him to make his entrance.

Naturally, he went unnoticed, making his way down the grand staircase to the foyer, almost stunned by his father's voice. "There he is. I'm glad you could join us."