There wasn’t a single thing about Yueul that didn’t annoy him.
At twenty-eight, Yueul was childish, clueless, timid, yet annoyingly bold at times—a frustrating little weasel.
He disrupted structure, greeted others in awkward ways under the guise of fixing Wooheon’s personality, and was trying to turn Wooheon into someone like himself.
“If what Father wants is for me to turn into a weak, spineless pushover, then yeah, I guess the weasel is doing a ‘fantastic job.’”
Wooheon muttered vaguely, his expression hardened as he walked toward the dormitory building.
Wooseok chuckled at the sight of the large white bag swinging in his brother’s hand.
“I should send this to Father.”
He pulled out his phone and snapped a photo of Wooheon’s back.
While Wooheon wouldn’t know, their father might actually appreciate this more human side of him.
Perfect at work but human at heart.
