"These goddamn Chois!" Mr Kwon exclaimed one Thursday evening when he got home from work. He let himself fall onto a kitchen chair and loosened his tie. 

"What happened, honey?" his wife asked. Soonyoung looked at his father, interested in what their neighbors from across the street did this time to annoy him so badly. Mr Kwon let out a frustrated huff.

"The older son Joshua started his internship at the company today and he's been assigned to me of all people! And can you believe it!? He's being such a little smartass all this time like he just wants to be punched in the face", he raged.

Soonyoung didn't say anything to that. The Choi's younger son, Hansol, was only a year younger than him ans therefore had been in the same school as him for years. For as long as he could remember his parents had hated Hansol's. Apparently, it all started when Mr Choi's father caused an accident that killed both him and Soonyoung's aunt; Mr Kwon's younger sister. That all happened way before he was born.

However, the Chois blamed his aunt for the crash. As a child he was told to stay away from their children as they were 'no good'. Soonyoung found it hard to do so when he and Hansol were in the same school since he was in second grade. 

"I'm going for a walk", Soonyoung said and rose from his chair. His mother looked at him. "The food is almost ready", she informed him. "I'm not hungry. Just leave something for me", Soonyoung replied. 

He walked out of the kitchen and grabbed his coat. It was freezing outside but Soonyoung hadn't expected anything else from the November weather.

"Soonyoung", a pretty loud whisper-yell caught his attention. He looked across the street to find a brunette boy peeking out of his garage. He grinned and followed the boy's waving gesture.

"What is it, Hansol?"