Kihyun inhales deeply, the length of his cigarette decreasing rapidly. He leans back in his leather-bound chair, propping his Italian shoes up atop his darkly-stained cherry wood desk. His head tilts back as he exhales, a cloud of smoke slipping through his lips.  

"That's all," he finally announces, waving a dismissive hand to his lackeys. The nameless drones nod, bow, and turn to leave the office. Minhyuk chuckles under his breath, smirking over at his same-age friend. 

"I was hoping you'd wait to see how long they were gonna last without pissing themselves," he admits, sounding only mildly disappointed. Kihyun gives him a wry smile, parting his lips slightly to take another dreg.