what you don’t know can’t haunt you, @trickerxlife: minjun.
to say that he detests this kind of gathering is too much of an understatement. doesn’t know what purpose he serves there, truly, but this time, in lieu of his father’s presence, he’s been asked for once to come. it was based upon requests of plenty, according to his father’s secretary, and he was advised to attend on the basis that he’s going to inherit the company in less than two years — if everything is going according to plan. in the meantime, he is working the nine-to-five job as their recent employee, ascending from his supposed ‘intern’ status. this was all acquired from his father’s plans, who… for someone who’s as distant from his own son, has taken the time and resources to build a faux persona idealized for uriel. he wants to scoff at it sometimes, at how risible it is. yet, he’s resigned to this fate, as long as his father doesn’t meddle with any of his private business. and so far, that one has been well-kept.
tonight, however, that somehow becomes fragile, and that’s exactly why he loathes being amidst these people. trying to pry into his personal aspects, carefully but also manipulatively, it feels like they’re attempting to find those needle holes to insert themselves into his life, somehow. and his later business. he has always harbored the suspicions over that towards everyone, especially those who know him as the successor of the jung corporation. and tonight, everyone in the ballroom seems to notice, especially since he doesn’t show up in this kind of events often. this is the kind of social anxiety that he understands tends to happen to his lover, and he shares the sentiment. the stray thoughts lead to the filaments in which he wonders why his lover hasn’t read his messages since the afternoon.
then again, it’s understandable. minjun is more than just busy most of the time, it’s almost like an oasis when they can spend lazy evenings with just the two of them. he sighs, once again checking his phone to see if there’s a reply. none. it places a fleeting frown on his face, but he doesn’t let it linger, knowing that people might scrutinize him sometimes. he offers a smile to the woman who tries to strike a conversation with him, asking if he’s busy. he doesn’t turn it down, wanting to keep his mind occupied. asked about the company’s prospect, he can answer eloquently, comprehending the nature of it just fine through briefings and whatnot. he might not sit on top, pretending to climb the ladder just like anyone else, but his father is no fool.
and he’s in the midst of the conversation when a man interrupts, bringing another face into the view— and the man is the host of the night, so he cannot escape. “—see, i told you these men look alike!” he chuckles, telling the woman. that’s when uriel freezes, for when he turns his head to meet the supposed stranger, his eyes catch none other than his lover’s, mirroring that of his own, just as startled. “i believe you have known him from his works, mr. jung,” the man addresses him, and for uriel, it starts blurring into background noise. he swallows. “mr. kim, let me introduce you to mr. jung, the heir to jung corp.” that’s it. that’s when minjun’s features change, understandably, and for that uriel feels like there’s a knife twisted at the pit of his stomach. “i can explain,” he says under his breath almost too rapidly, catching his own hitched inhale as he grabs minjun’s arm in case minjun wants to leave him right then and there.
