The elevator rings, signalling that I have reached the sixth floor. Giving my outfit an once-over, I step outside and walk down the quiet hallway until I reach a door with PRESIDENT written down in silver plating. I balance the basket I brought with one hand and proceed to knock on the door with the other. 

When there was no answer, I pushed the door open, knowing it is usually unlocked at this kind of time, and quietly slipped in.

"Seojoon?" 

My heart dropped once I saw my brother. The man's sleeping rather uncomfortably on his leather chair, hugging himself from the lack of warmth. His table is full of papers and files, stacks and stacks of it . I knew right away he had fallen asleep while working overtime again.

I put the basket on the coffee table and walk over to him to wake him up. My eyes glance over his messy table again, stopping at the only picture displayed. This was taken when dad insisted on taking a family picture before I fly to the States to continue my studies because he wanted something to look at when he misses me eventhough I kept him updated with my pictures. It has been on this table ever since and Seojoon still keeps it here.

"Just what am I going to do with him, dad?" I mutter, only to be answered by my brother's soft snores.

I sigh before lightly shaking his body. "Seojoon, wake up. It's morning already." 

He wakes up in a jolt and visibly relaxes when he sees me. Groaning, he clutches his head in his hands. "What time is it now?" I glance down at my wrist watch, "It's half past seven." 

Seojoon shoots me an apologetic look, "I'm sorry, I know I said I'll be home last night-" 

I simply shake my head with a smile. "It's okay. I brought breakfast?" 

His eyes shone with excitement as he reached out to hug me but I quickly ducked down, "No way, you're smelly." Seojoon scoffs and proceeds to clean up his desk, well trying actually.

"The company's giving you a hard time, isn't it?" I asked while giving him a hand, discreetly waiting for his response.

Seojoon shakes his head eventhough he clearly looks like he's done for the week, "No, I'm just still learning a lot of things. Don't worry too much." This is how it always is with Seojoon; I'll never know how he can be so positive all the time or how well he's hiding his feelings.

Feeling a lump growing in my throat, I push his chair away from the table. "I'll clean this. Go wash up before I finish all the food."

After Seojoon entered the bathroom (privilege of being president; a bathroom in his office), I tidied up his table the best I can and laid up our breakfast on the coffee table.

I plopped down on the couch while waiting, glancing around at the interior that hasn't change a bit even after dad left. 

Almost two years after cancer took dad away from us;