snow ; changki ◯ ON HOLD

4

Not even the strongest coffee could prepare Kihyun for the day ahead. He sat almost motionless, espresso cooling in front of him with his dad sat opposite him. The man didn't spare a glance to his son, reading from his tablet.

"I'm running for course rep," Kihyun ripped through the silence, after a prolonged internal debate. He held his breath, awaiting a response as his fathers eyes lifted to him painfully slowly. "Mr Jung himself asked me to do it."

"It pleases me that you're finally seeking a position of charge, albeit small. It will get you ready for when I step down and pass the company to you," He replied monotonously, Kihyun's shoulders sinking. "I'm glad you're considering it."

Kihyun winced inwardly; taking over the company was one of his worst nightmares, and just a mention of his potential fate was enough to ruin his whole day. Who even has a Chemistry major in a car parts company?

He laughed to himself. That's even if he's still into Chemistry by then.

Or around.

"However," he was yanked from his thoughts by the sudden voice. "if you are to take such a role of responsibility, you might want to consider that hair of yours. Think about it, you're representing not only the university but the Yoo name-"

"Right, thanks for the advice." He sighed, excusing himself from the table to avoid the pink hair sermon that had now become a weekly occurrence in his life - when his dad spoke to him, at least.
Their encounters were brief, but mostly intense - today's slight change was pleasant, and didn't end with him leaving the house ready to murder someone, only mildly irritated.

That dissipated in itself once he actually left the house, walking along the pretty country roads surrounding their mansion until he reached the main road. Like always, he bundled himself up in a comfy hoodie and a padded jacket, peeling off the extra layer once he was in the campus cafe, dropping it onto the chair beside his best friend, who grinned.

"Your nose is the same colour as you hair."

"Fuck off."

"Wow," Hyungwon shook his head. "you almost looked harmless then. Anyway, what's new? You look very refreshed."

"I walked today instead of being dropped off - this isn't refreshed, this is partially frozen," he sighed, pulling out a thick binder. "this is it. If I'm running for course rep, I may as well win so, I started thinking of some stuff I could say for the campaign and some things I could change around here so I can get votes."

"Wow," Hyungwon's eyebrows raised as the size and detail of the binder, filled within a few hours of when they last saw each other. "this is impressive, but surely you'd have to run this past the other guy."

"Changkyun? Don't worry, he's so indifferent about everything that he just won't care even if I swore I was going to make the whole canteen serve only spinach for every meal."

"Care about what?" The chair between the two of them was filled, Changkyun plopping down with a smirk on his face. "Hello."

"Hi." Hyungwon smiled.

Kihyun held the binder to his chest defensively. "You don't need to see it yet, just focus on being there when I need you."

"In case you didn't hear because your head was too far up your ass, we're a team, sadly. Mr Jung said it himself."

"Since when do you do what you're told?"

"Doing as a please in this situation would involve punching you right in that left eye of yours but that isn't too good. Unless you want me to stop doing as I'm told and-"