Jin was welcomed by his father as soon as he entered his office. He was confused.

“What are you doing here, abeoji?” He asked, approaching his desk.

“Why? Can’t I visit my son? How is he doing—“

“I know you didn’t come because of those. Abeoji.” He narrowed his eyes at him.

His father just smiled. He looked so happy and there was something in his face that creeped Jin out.

“You’re really my successor, Seok Jin.” His father started.

“I—“

“Son, for the sake of our company, we are using Honda Group to lead—“

Using? What? Jin started to be confused at what his father was saying. Of course, we need help. Our company needs help. And it’s the Honda Group is our only savior in this but using? No.

“—do not let them know we are using them just how the other company used us before.” His father’s voice went different, there was revenge in it.

Jin was utterly shock. He should stop this.

“But, abeoji, Honda Group wasn’t involved. They’re helping us.”

His father looked at him with defiance. Jin gritted his teeth.

“That’s why. We need them in establishing our company back and when we get their trust like what they are giving to us now, we’d slowly pull them down.”

“No! You will not do this! I will never do this! I might be just a slow poke kid but I could never do that kind of thing that will give stain to my name.” Jin said, almost yelled at his father.

The elder chuckled evilly.

“You are just a CEO by name but you are still my son. Whether you like it or not, you will follow my order.”

Jin glared at him, though he felt like disrespecting his father but the way the latter thought about the company made him lost all the deference he have.

“I will never do it.” He hissed, stepping up on his father. Then, he walked to the door.

“Well then, enlist in the army in Korea, my son. Grant that dream.”

Jin paused on his track, surprised at the decision. He balled his fist in anger. No.

He wanted to look at him but his head forced him not to instead he went out, slamming the door behind him.

Kris was wearing his tuxedo sent to him by Nana. “Naeun told me to look one for you because all your tuxedos are mostly business suits.” She said.

Just after he fixed his necktie, his phone rang.

Kris walked to his bed side table and picked it up. It was Naeun who was calling.

Kris smiled. “Hello.”

“Hi tower. Does the tuxedo look good on you?” Naeun asked.

He nodded like Naeun could see. “Yes. Your choices make me look better-looking. I really wish you were here with me. To see your bestfriend too.”

Naeun chuckled. Kris gave himself another look on the mirror then he stepped out of his room.

“There are many fisherwoman in the party. Don’t let them catch you because you’re already been caught.”

Kris laughed at her statement. He grabbed his car keys and unlocked his Mercedes Benz.

Naeun continued when Kris didn’t speak. “I really wish I was there, tower. Be your partner and most especially, I want to watch my best friend get engaged to the man fated for her. Give my congratulations to Yura, Kris.”

“I will. I love you, young miss.”

“I love you too, tower.”

Yooin and Myungsoo were seated in the table near the small stage. Everyone in the place was starting to enjoy as they drank and cheered to a beautiful married life for the couple. Chanyeol was there, surprisingly came despite his discomfort.

A romantic music was playing in the background making Chanyeol felt more uneasy.

“Are you alright, oppa?” Yooin asked.

Chanyeol nodded and spotted Kris walking towards their table.

“Hey.”

Kris approached their table and Chanyeol stood up in acknowledgement.

“Where’s the couple?” He asked.

“Right over there. Busy talking to the man’s elders.” Myungsoo said.

Kris nodded and typed something on his phone when Chanyeol invited him to go grab drinks. They grabbed drinks from the waiter roaming around and stood along with the other guests.

“I don’t think you’re okay with this Chanyeol.” Kris said, without looking up from his phone.

Chanyeol raised his eyebrows, drinking his glass of wine.

“What?”

“I know you’re still into Yura because I could see it in your eyes.”

Chanyeol lightly chuckled. “No. I’m just happy that thank goodness, my bestfriend is going to be engaged and get married soon and will have sons & daughters. While I, on the contrary, stuck in work. How about you? You don’t feel anything?”

He looked at the couple, smiling and talking to their visitors. Kris shook his head.

Shutting his phone off and putting it back inside his pocket, Kris watched Nickhun’s arm around his fiancée protectively. Just like he was once with her.

“I’m not in the place to feel those feelings anymore. And, is that it, Chanyeol? I don’t think you’re happy. I know Yura’s your first love. And first love never dies.”

Chanyeol turned to him, eyes wide in great surprise.

“When did you become oh-so sweet with this stuff?”

“Blame your cousin.”

The party ended just before 10 pm. Yooin and Myungsoo decided to stay to socialize with the newly engaged couple. Kris left early because he has a flight to Beijing first thing tomorrow. After Chanyeol gave his congratulations, he walked out of the place.

Just when he opened the door of his GTR, someone called his name.

And he knew who it was. Yura Cho-Horvej—whatever.

“Chanyeol!” She called out. “Wait up.”

“Hey.” Chanyeol gave his ever-calm voice. Yura smiled.

“Do you want to come over to eat late dinner with us at Spark’s Hotel? Yooin and Myungsoo are coming.” She asked.

Chanyeol bit his lip and immediately turned her offer down but in a nice way.

“I’m sorry but I couldn’t, Yu. I have so many works tomorrow. I really got to go. Congratulations to you and Khun once again. Bye, Yu.”

Then he slipped inside his car, started the engine and drove away.

Maybe it was the right thing to do, to start ignoring Yura for the meantime, to cut off this feeling for her. He wasn’t in the place now just like Kris’s.

He should get this over with.