"Hold on just a little longer,
The way ahead is still rough.
Darling, it won't be hard
Just don't let go."

"Aren't you too good for your sorts?"

~~~

The day had felt longer than just twenty-four hours, every single minute feeling like an eternity within the four walls Yeonjun was all too familiar with-- had known it long enough.

"Aren't you being a bit impulsive here?" Said Taehyun, leaning against the wall beside the room's door, his brown hair swept to the back with some hair gel Yeonjun didn't care to know the name of. The man continued, "I mean, I understand, but still... Damn bro."

The large punching bag shuddered with every blow that Yeonjun threw. He was aware that this was all gonna end up with him getting a sore finger, or even broken ones if he continued for too long. He paid it no mind.

"Impulsive?" Yeonjun stopped then, withdrawing his hands to his side but still on guard. His eyes flickered to Taehyun. "I though this was only logical of me. There isn't really any other way to do this." He sounded emotionless, just like he always did whenever he was keen on suppressing his anger but both him and Taehyun knew that he'd blow a fuse.

Taehyun slowly crossed his arms. "What about Seehun-"

"Don't say his name if you don't wanna die," Yeonjun spat, finally losing some grip over his charade.

The brunette, however, wasn't scared of those hollow threats. He only smiled sadly. "He is your dad, Yeonjun."

If the punches weren't already quite hard, Yeonjun increased the intensity, making the chain that bound the sack to the ceiling rattle. And with a last punch, he stepped back, panting as if he was drowning before-- which he was, in the sea of his rage.

"Venting out your anger on a punching bag won't change the fact, bro. You will have to forgive him one day or the other."

The thing that Yeonjun hated about Taehyun was how cruel his mouth was; always saying the things he wanted to avoid. But he wasn't any less stubborn, as he turned on his heels and stalked away to the bench kept against the wall of the small gym. "I am going back to my room. Gotta be ready by four."

Taehyun clucked his tongue and pushed himself off of the wall. "As you wish, I guess. Do tell me if you'll be there for the Conti party."

Yeonjun looked weirdly over to the brunette. "I graduated four years ago. You are the one graduating this year."

"So? Outsiders are allowed and your depressed ass needs to come. I have already paid for your reservation so I ain't hearing any nos or maybes."

That made the older smirk. "You are so stubborn."

"Look who is saying."

"Shut up."

~~~

"Sir, he had been roaming in the house. Found him lurking near your room."

The blond young man struggled in the hold of the guard, looking pretty much annoyed with the situation, but not a speck of terror in his eyes. This was new and Yeonjun was honestly intrigued.

Something caught Yeonjun's eye and he moved closer to the blond who, however still struggling, looked up at him. His eyes were stormy grey through the veil of his spectacles, like that of the heavy clouds of the rain. He definitely saw that face before. He held up the identification card that hung from the man's neck, on which written in red, bold letters was 'PRESS' on the very top, followed by the picture of the young man.

Name, Kai Kamal Huening.

"You do not seem fully Korean," Yeonjun pointed out more to himself.

A full hour had passed since the dismissal of the reporters after a very tiring press conference and Yeonjun was very sure that everyone had left except, of course, this guy.

"Weren't your actions all too harsh towards your father?
Is it really because of the betrayal or is the son of the great Chois, the most eligible bachelor of Ansan isn't as accepting as he lets on?"

Yeonjun continued. "Quite sure that your friends left the premises long ago, young man. What business do you have here now?" His voice was rather conversational, which confused the guard that still held Kai.

The man, Kai, suddenly stopped all his struggles and stilled as if he were a statue. And then he smirked which, Yeonjun had to admit, took him by surprise. "Nothing, sir," he said, not even bothering to make it sound like a truth because both him and Yeonjun were aware of his real motives.

Yeonjun did not veer his eyes away from the man, only raising his hand beside his face and waving it. The guard reluctantly stepped back, still eyeing Kai as he walked away, leaving the two alone. Yeonjun lowered his hand.

"What did you discover, little pirate?"