#lee insu &&. lee yuna.

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LEE YUNA &&. LEE INSU @bemyuse​

     he already hated it so much that he was willing to hold his breath and kill himself right in this moment, as he sat around a desk filled with faces he detested. his father directly in front of him and their campaign manager besides his father, his sister in between him and their father because if not for the buffer between them, they would be at each other’s necks— and maybe just maybe, insu would have beaten their father up in front of their campaign manager. and it’s evident in the way he sits with a slouch, their father immediately pointing that out with stern features directed at him, to which he ignores completely and continues to drink the champagne in his glass. 

     it wasn’t too long ago since his sister had found out about their father’s affair with the campaign manager and for once he was glad he didn’t have to keep hearing about why he should behave more and be more fair to their father. for once, he didn’t have to go through nine million lectures from his sister who clearly had too much free time to be preaching stuff that he made clear, he didn’t care about. he lets out a sigh, placing his glass back down onto the table, right as their campaign manager insists on asking him how he was feeling, “fine.” is all that he manages to reply, staring right at her as their father clears his throat, insu’s gaze averting to meet with their father’s own. “get to it, you said this was an obligatory dinner. obviously you wouldn’t be so insistent on me showing up simply for seollal, right?” knowing full well lee insik wasn’t a man of up keeping traditions, not since their mother had moved out of the estate. “and why is she here?” his finger hovers to point at their campaign manager, “she’s not even family— employee at best.” a scoff leaving him, tone condescending.

     “well?” a brow raising, and he was met with a suppressed version of their father, to which he only assumes it’s because their campaign manager was present. a good sign that insu could push boundaries and not get decked to the face, a smirk unknowingly appearing on his features at the thought alone. ‘i was looking into possible engagement arrangements for you, insu. daughter’s of wealthy family’s are interested in making you a part of their family.’ his darkened hues widening, “you what? you want me to be engaged?” he lets out a good laugh, to which was met with an awkward silence, “you’re joking. you think i’m that fucking stupid to be like yuna and marry some random person?” rolling his eyes, accompanied by a scoff. and he senses his father’s anger in the way he had his fists curled on top of the table, the way his veins threatened to pop out from his forward and the gritted teeth. the campaign manager placing her hand on their father’s balled up fist, gently patting him and insu’s gaze narrows in on her, to which she hastily retrieves her hand.

     he lets out a sigh, “fine, you know what? who are they? what are my options? do i even have options?” adjusting himself in his seat, ‘you have three.’ their father replies. “three?” an audible hah leaving him, turning to yuna, “you only had one.” as if cackling, he laughs at her. ‘you have suyin from the tsai family who are big lawyers in the country. chanmi, from the han family who own major banks internationally. and you have mirabelle, from the yoon family who are famous in the industry and the media. good exposure and positive coverage.’ their father adds. his own brows raising, amused by his options. 

     “maybe suyin, at least then it’ll be easier for yuna to have a way into getting a job after she graduates.” turning to his sister, raising his brows mockingly. “though chanmi is good for business, no? ties in with mum’s line of work? could help in the financing sector of mum’s car manufacturing company?” he’s trying to sound as genuinely interested as he can, really selling the fact that was indeed debating on which bride to wed himself to for the rest of his life, “euijin might get bored being the only famous person in the family, so maybe mirabelle will keep him company?” 

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LEE YUNA &&. LEE INSU @bemyuse

    he had managed to slip past the sea of people, faces all blurred into one huge conglomeration of fancy dresses and designer ties adorning equally expensive shirts. he has grown tired of his father prancing about the venue, a woeful glaze on his features, so naturally that it beckons to deceive those around him. it was clear in his eyes that his father was not mourning the sickness of his wife, it was clear in his eyes that his father was not remorseful nor was he remote upset by the event. how he’s going about, preaching how miserable he has become, how regretful he felt for not having given his wife more. insu was sick of having to hear the same rehearsed monologue of woe ‘tis me, the suffering husband. sick of seeing his father attempt to gain sympathy for something so... disgusting. 

     his fingers twitching in his pocket, tucked away in the confines of his pants, a habit of charred lungs needing their hourly smoke. keeping his strides quick as he heads for the glass doors leading to the balcony, overlooking the city dotted by lights. an immediate exhale upon fingertips pushing the door panels open, the night’s zephyr tousling his strands as he moves to peer over the railing. refreshed, was the feeling that swept by his temples, digits running through his hair, alleviating what little stress he could manage to thrive on. 

     retrieving from his pocket, cigarette between his fingers, lighter in the other it amidst the bustling backdrop of the gathering behind him, the cigarette lights in his grip. tucking the lighter away, taking the dout betwixt his lips. moments later an exhale moves past a previously clenched jaw. feeling the tension lift from his shoulders, slight easiness embracing him again. though, it doesn’t last long. the intensifying of footsteps echo behind, a firm hand pulls at his shoulder and he is jolted back facing the stern features of no other than his father. the old man slapping the cigarette from his hand, an angered foot coming to step on the lit cigarette. sole, so bitterly pressing against the pavement that insu could hear the sound of gravel scraping against his father’s shoe. 

     an immediate eye roll in response to his father’s actions, looking not too pleased with insu’s escape to the balcony. ‘will it kill you to not smoke for a few hours? insu, it’s not that hard. i’m not asking for a lot. i leave you alone for five seconds and you manage to weasel your way out here and to do what? for me to catch you smoking? of all things? what if the other’s see you? you good for nothing—’ his father only pausing when he catches the glimpse of yuna materialising in his peripheral. 

     insu lets his gaze settle on the younger, “not now, yuna. the adults are talking.” insu finally speaks, a smirk tugging at his corners. he can sense his father’s anger brimming at his twitching lips. ‘insik! is that really you? it’s been so long!’ voices echoing in the background, his gaze averting to his meeting with his father’s again, his stern features glaring back for a moment before softening, turning to greet his patrons. an act the lee’s have all mastered by now, the skill of morphing and shifting their own emotions to fit an agenda. so sly, so deceitful, yet so helpful. 

     insu’s gaze moving to meet with his sister, head tilting back as he stares at her for a moment. the favourite child. the naive sister. nothing but an audible hah, departing from his lips, “if it isn’t the favourite child. you’re not here to lecture me are you? or are you here to defend father’s actions, again?” another eye roll, as he turns back to the railing, elbows pressed against the edge, letting the prior tension melt from his reverie.