‘ i love my job, i love my job, i love my job, ’ the internalized mantra does little to help boost his withering spirits and it certain doesn’t alleviate the tired bags under his eyes that are as dark as bruises. if he didn’t know himself better, from appearance alone he’d presume that he spent last night getting fucked up in some coke den somewhere – his aesthetic has a certain druggieappeal to it, at present – only to follow up his antics by bringing some woman home who kept him up until morning, leaving impassioned scratches crisscrossed down his back and tousling his long hair into disarray. whether fortunately or unfortunately, neither was true.
instead, he was up into the wee hours with a colicky infant whose screams only quieted enough not to wake the rest of the apartment complex when she was in her daddy’s arms. a light sleeper, little leo must have internalized his sister’s unfounded anguish as he was up and down with nightmares that skylar struggled to soothe with a baby tucked in the crook of his elbow. thankfully, at least starla stayed down throughout sky’s cyclical stressors but, as is her nature, she was up at the crack of dawn wanting her father to do her hair in braids and then attempting to return the favor in turn. he’s just lucky he was able to shake out all the glitter before he had to go to work.
no coffee could ever be caffeinated enough to erase a sleepless night full of nova’s wails and leo’s barely coherent babbling but that didn’t mean sky wasn’t going to try, downing double espresso shot beverages like they were water. he needed the artificial energy if he was going to make it through what he presumed would be another riveting local tale of hardship and triumph. surprising to no one, he doesn’t find documenting the lives of carina bay’s success stories or heart-warming tales to be particularly intellectually stimulating pieces of journalism. it’s not that he thinks they are beneath him – they just aren’t his scene and he’s expressed as much to his coworkers.
however, sky is young. he’s at the bottom of the totem pole at the newspaper and still has to do freelance work on the side to even come close to living comfortably with all his expenses. so if his boss sent him out to do yet another piece on some fancy ceo, so be it. he’ll do it with a feigned smile. it’s that mock polite expression that’s settled on his features as he greets not mr. hyong senior but, rather, his son. “ oh, ” sky blanches, blinking a few times as his sluggish brain caught up to speed. “ he won’t be here for the entire interview? ”
he shakes the offered hand before sinking down into the chair across from the desk where jun-seo had been propped so casually. “ i’d be a sad excuse for a journalist if i didn’t have any questions you could answer, ” sky counters dryly before realizing that even if he’s not faced with his desired counterpart, he still needs to treat this as professionally as possible. “ it’s a pleasure to meet you – ‘m skylar. skylar fitz. i don’t think the change in plans should be too much of an issue, so long as i can reach your father by email if i have any follow-up? ” sky’s head cants to one side, a few loose tendrils of hair spilling from where he’d haphazardly tucked them behind an ear. “ or i could go through you? ”
He doesn't think much of the other man when he comes in, probably because his own thoughts still linger on the fact he has to be here AND his father isn't coming home right away ( nothing new, really but it’s something to add to a ‘reasons to complain anyway’ list ). He does suppose on further investigation the man looks tired, Junseo didn't know enough or anything about journalism though so for all he knew that was the look of someone who knew the job right? Late nights writing big stories about something or another.
He’s not sure where his father fits into all this but local corporate owner types with lots of money had to count for something, so he stops there with that train of thought and simply accounts it up to being both busy in the others field of work and an actual good journalist.
That being said Junseo was always leery of the press, mostly because any press wasn’t always GOOD press; at least not this day and age. Thankfully his family didn’t have any skeletons in their closet that he knew of ( honestly none anyway ) and his father had always been the epitome of respectable and hardworking, a man who at one point came from nothing at all.
Meanwhile his mother had spent most of her life taking care of their children before eventually going back into the corporate world. His sister was every bit just as honest of a person as their parents. He was by far the glaring problem of the family and even that he would debate to some degree. ( he COULD be worthwhile IF he wanted to be, he would insist ) ❝ I’m afraid he won’t be. ❞ Junseo admits,
❝ He’s closing a deal on some property in the Maldives, my father is very adamant about even the smallest commitments however and i’m sure will send his apologies in better form than I could. ❞ He adds, although Jun is SURE he’s pretty good at apologizing because he does it all the time.
There’s a chuckle that escapes his lips however when Skylar dryly counters. It’s amusing enough that the corners of his lips tug upward. Jun nods softly, or lazily it’s rather had to tell with Jun, probably a bit of both really. He wants to sigh at the notion of anyone going to him for anything of the sort but he doesn’t, instead he nods again. ❝ Yeah sure, you can go through me, I’ll give you my number though, it’s easier to get a hold of me ❞ He doesn’t even know if he HAS an email, and while the idea of giving his number to a stranger sounds annoying at best he doesn’t want to upset his father by being rude.
❝ Just be sure not to call me all hours of a night. ❞ He jokes rather blandly with a small lazy laugh, although he’s pretty sure it at least sounds somewhat like a joke.
