Hyun Joong dropped his Suit Jacket on the sand, planted his hand on the ground and closed his eyes, his face upturned skywards. The wind is billowing madly messing up his hair, caressing his face. This is exactly what he wants, Solitude.

Hyun Jun's face when he hit him is still replaying itself in his head and he felt like hauling things, but sadly enough there is nothing to haul here except sand, and he had no wish to do that.

You hit your brother. The accusation was loud and clear in his head and he cringed inwards. To say the only weakness a Man like him has is his own brother is kind of cheesy but that is it for him.

He has never hit Hyun Jun before, has never have a reason to raise a hand to him until his Wife came along.

Wife. The word felt bitter in his throat. That is going to regret what she made him do, a couple bruises here and there should do that for her. He married her simply for her to procreate a Baby, a baby and that is what she should do. He is ready to lavish out any amount of money on her for that, what he didn't get her to do is to come between himself and his brother.

If it had been someone else who did that to Hyun Jun, he would probably be dead or be missing a couple ribs. Some idiots had beat the out of him when he had been Nineteen. He had coaxe