time passes, and before he knew it, he was at the dinner table. uncomfortably sat, elbows resting on the edge. oh, how his mother would have detested it. chin coming to rest in his palm, stygian hues flicker momentarily, feeling the hour nap was clearly not enough but he manages to keep his optics pried opened as his father spoke about the campaign interview in the coming two days. he hasnât seen his younger brother in months, hues coming to rest on the other as their father spoke on, in the background. only breaking his gaze when their father asked, âwellâ boys? what do you think?â
   âsure.â he manages to respond without the hints of uncertainty that leaked from his words. oh, the irony. âyouâll be staying the night, insu. you boys can work on preparing the answers for the interview. make sure you sound natural, goes without saying.â insu nods, âof course.â his room left untouched since entering post graduate school, sometimes he forgets that their estate still had a place for him. turning to his brother, âlong time no see, huh.âÂ
he bites the inside of his cheek, when told the news of the interview. with this decision from his father it meant that a family dinner was ensuing right after.Â
â as if one lousy excuse of a family member wasnât enough â
he looks at his fatherâs face, the joy that masked the mans features was something astonishing. how could would be that happy when his wife was left behind dealing with something on her own. his hands were itching for exposure but could he really lose out on money like that? no, not yet. so, yong gives a smile towards the old man , the foul thoughts eating away at his mind as he goes along with the plan. â i think thatâs a great idea, father. the interview would surely be an asset to your campaign. â he spoke, a lie.Â
it was a lie, because he knew that if insu was invited to talk in this interview things would go south. they always did. yong was more stable, forcing himself to follow suit in his fatherâs campaign, letting the public know that everything in the family was very much okay. heâd become his father right hand man in a way only due to being paid to keep quiet. it made him greedy so, greedy to the point where he doesnât care to what his father does anymore. doesnât care as to what his brotherâs cause for fighting against his fatherâs campaign is.Â
â the plan is just as dumb as when you brought it up. â a mere thought to himself.
his phone is settled on his lap as he looks down at the screen, scrolling up every now and then. heâs not listening to this conversation, heâs already heard it before insu showed up. he hadnât seen the older male in way too long, and honestly the amount of time lost from not seeing each other was no different from if he would have seen the other often. his feelings towards the male remained about the same as the fake smiles given to his father and the public.
and so it begins, the older is trying to make conversation again. â has it ? feels like you were just here the other day. â he spoke, not an ounce of emotion passing his lips when spoken. â youâre complying to the old manâs request today ? must be a slow day for fighting... â he stated, never looking up from his phone.Â