It was late afternoon- around four o’clock- when Wooshin arrived at Kogyeol’s front door. “Wooshin! Hi,” Kogyeol greeted with a smile. “Hello, shall we go now?” Wooshin chuckled, holding out his hand for Kogyeol to grab. Just slightly uneasy, the brunette took it.

“You said you wanted to eat out?” Kogyeol asked. Wooshin nodded as he settled into his seat. He wasn’t old enough to drive, unlike Kuhn, so the chauffeur was present. “To the city, please,” the redhead ordered. The black car proceeded out of the giant gate and to the city. Wooshin smiled at Kogyeol sweetly.

A question squirmed in Kogyeol’s brain, and he found himself wanting to ask it. “Um, Wooshin?” “Yes?” Kogyeol fidgeted. “Your brother was quite… angry when I mentioned you. Do you not have a good relationship between brothers? Sorry if it’s personal.” Wooshin shook his head. “No, it’s fine. My brother just has anger issues, you see. He gets overprotective like that a lot.” It wasn’t completely true, but Wooshin had to leave Kuhn a bad impression.

Yes, Kuhn was overprotective, but that was because he knew Wooshin’s intension- although not fully knowing what he was ACTUALLY planning. Kogyeol looked down to his fingers. “O-oh…” Wooshin put on a worried face. “Don’t worry, if he gets angry with you like that again, you can always give me a call.” The brunette shot him a grateful look. “Thank you, Wooshin.” Said boy smirked. “Anytime.”

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Kuhn impatiently tapped his foot. The client was to meet him in a fancy restaurant, and she was already eight minutes late. Just when he was about to give his father a call, a very pretty woman was escorted to his table. “I’m so sorry for being late, Mr. No. I’m Yerin, the client.” she said, face tinted pink. Kuhn didn’t bother hiding his eye roll. “Let’s just get straight to business.” “Right!” she exclaimed. Kuhn didn’t miss the wink she sent him.

They ordered their food before discussing. Kuhn’s father was head of a famous brand of car. Yerin gave Kuhn a proposal for a new convertible. “The sunroof has an option, here,” Yerin said, pushing the paper to Kuhn. “From opaque to transparent; and vice versa.” Kuhn nodded as he studied the details. “How big do you plan the engine to be?” “Very big. This one is made to let out about 195 grams of CO2 per kilometer.” He nodded again. “That is quite large.”

Kuhn studied it once more. He took the other papers. “Six speed automatic gearbox?” Yerin nodded. She brushed her hand over his while pointing. “Make it seven.” The girl didn’t even ask, just wrote it down. He gave some more suggestions and