#illuminction

❝ You won’t be here till tomorrow? ❞ Junseo questions like some kind of disappointed child; the very thing he quite literally is considering his father was supposed to meet him here. He’s got his feet all lounged out on the mans desk, arms crossed while he holds his phone against his shoulder and cheek. It makes him feel important, but not important enough to actually take this desk over someday.  ❝ A meeting, with who? What am I supposed to do about that? ❞ More questions tumble from his lips, words, spilled like the glass of milk on the silk carpet when he was five— thick, the sort of tone he couldn’t often take back. His father stops talking to him for a moment, prattling off in Korean like he’s talking to someone else.  He probably is, Jun presses his tongue against the inside of his cheek.  ❝ Alright. Yeah I’ll let him know.... ❞ There’s a long pause, he doesn’t resent his father for not coming home when he said he would. Doesn’t resent the kind of money that affords his family either, namely him.  ❝ No, no I will...yes dad— no I’m not getting a tone with you. ❞ Junseo lets out a long sigh, mumbling SOMETHING under his breath that his father doesn’t catch. ❝ Yeah— yeah. ❞ Another long pause and there’s a bit of rustling on the other end of the phone, like his father stepped away from whatever he was doing for a moment.  ❝ Saranghaeyo appa, ❞ He adds in response to the mans own words, it’s a quiet admittance, one he doesn’t say to anyone else often, even his own mother. With a click of a button the call is over and he’s left to swivel around in the chair for another minute or two. He’d already been here for hours waiting on his old man and now he had to entertain someone stopping by for some interview...well that OR get them to leave, he liked the latter option but his father would kill him.  ❝ Mr. Hyong, There’s a gentlemen here to see your father. ❞ The speaker on the desk phone goes off, and he can’t help but roll his eyes.  ❝ Bring him in. ❞ A yawn escapes him when he replies back, finger lazily on the button to respond. Seconds pass and there’s a knock at the door, Junseo can only assume it’s either the guy for the meeting or well really anyone else he supposes either way someone is coming in.  ❝ Come in. ❞ He calls out, he can’t really be bothered to get the door, that’s what secretaries are for, right?  ❝ I take it you're the journalist my father mentioned? Please forgive him, as he couldn’t make it in time, however if you have any questions I’m available to answer them. ❞ He puts on the most bored smile possible mostly out of habit and not so much intentionally.  ❝ Hyong Jun-Seo ❞ He nods, moving his feet off the desk FINALLY, and extending a hand out, if his father hadn’t made it so imperative to be on his best behavior ( yes this was indeed his best hard to believe ) he probably wouldn’t have.