I tried my hardest to suppress my yawn. It's only quarter past lunch and we are on the third subject today.

Our subject is about Tourism Impacts and Sustainability. This is an interesting subject but since I already had an advance reading about today's topic, it really bores me so much.

Suddenly, I felt a slight nudge from my back. I tried to ignore it and blinked a few times to keep myself awake.

It did not take us long enough to finish the class since we are approaching the last subject. Our instructor, Miss Baek Ji-Woo, was already waiting outside.

Miss Cha Seo-Jun nodded at her as she dismissed us and walked out of our classroom.

As soon as she got out, the class chorused a yawn. A soft chuckle from one of our favorite instructors escaped from her throat.

I know its mean but no one can blame us for our behavior. Miss Cha's voice was so low-keyed as if we were put into sleep.

"il-eona, yaedeul-a!" Miss Baek exclaimed and tapped her hand on the podium in an effort to catch our attention.

(Translation: Wake up, guys!)

"chayang-ui mogsolineun wae ileohge dallaeya haneun geolkka?" Our naughty classmate, Ang Ji-Won, moaned in drowsiness.

(Translation: Why does Miss Cha's voice have to be so soothing? )

"Al-a, maj-a! naneun geunyeoui mogsolileul deul-eul ttaemada jam-e ppajyeodeul-eossda" Kim Dae-Song, our class clown, added.

(Translation: I know, right! I was lulled into sleep every time I hear her voice!)

"chayang-ege geuleohge gahoghan jis haji maseyo! geunyeoneun yeojeonhi nolyeoghago issseubnida." Miss Baek said in her defense.

(Translation: Don't be so mean to Miss Cha! She's still trying to work on it.)

If there is one thing we admire about Miss Baek is that she is so kind yet her sense of command and authority are still present in her tone of voice.

"eojjaessdeun jong-i hanjang-eul kkeonaeseo kwijeuleul naeja!" Miss Baek clapped in excitement at us and we all groaned in complaints as we pulled out our papers to prepare for the quiz.

(Translation: Anyway, bring out a sheet of paper and let's have a quiz!)

"swis! dangsin-ui jisig-eul gong-yuhasibsio, jamae!" I even heard one of our classmates hissing to her friend at the back of the room.

(Translation: Psst! Share your knowledge, sis!)

"saeng-gagjocha haji maseyo, agassi."  Miss Baek barked on the duo at the back. "I am watching you."

(Translation: Don't even think about it, Miss.)

I shook my head in disappointment and embarrassment from the ladies at the back.

Seriously? They haven't outgrown those days?

Can't they study on their own and pass the test?

Do they really have to rely on others all the time?

How I wish they will grow up soon!

3rd Person's POV

In the business world, Vincent was busy dealing with his company's transactions.

He was on the roll of meetings for almost a week straight now and he is on the brink of exhaustion. He would be at his office from eight in the morning until eight in the evening. He takes his break for lunch for an hour and have his working break of thirty minutes and resume to work after.

The meetings would usually comprise of overbearing and demanding clients. The board meeting which is usually set at the end of the month became an every other day basis.

The reason for this is they are targeting an expansion at the vacant lot at Gangnam. They have been eyeing that since the earthquake struck Seoul a year ago.

The former owner of the establishment cannot revive his company so he is selling it to whoever will be willing to buy the lot.

And today, Friday, Vincent is positive that they will get the deal. He is scheduled to meet the owner of the said establishment with one of the board members who happened to be his fellow alumna and friend.

Song Dal-Geun, a man in his late sixties and still as vibrant as ever as if he isn't aging, is now exchanging stories of his younger days with Lee Chin-Hae, the former owner of the establishment.

They have agreed to meet Chin-Hae at one of the finest restaurants in Seoul. According to Dal-Geun, his friend is a fan of soju and meat. So, they went.

The three men shared more than three bottles of soju and Chin-Hae appeared to be having a great time. In the end, the two men had managed to get the trust and the lot.

They exchanged firm handshakes and when Chin-Hae had gone home, both men yelled in happiness.

"ulineun geolaeleul eod-eossda, adeul!" Dal-Geun exclaimed and they chuckled lightly.

(Translation: We got the deal, son!)

"modu dangsin deogbun-ibnida, dalgeun ssi!" Vincent gave him a lopsided smile and bowed at him in gratitude.

(Translation: All thanks to you, Mr. Dal-Geun!)

"appalago bulleo dangsin-eun nae adeulgwa gatseubnida. dangsin-ui nogoleul jongyeonghabnida. hoesaneun dangsingwa gat-eun salam-eul gajil jagyeog-i issseubnida." Dal-Geun said giving him a pat on the back.

(Translation: Call me, Dad. You're just like my son. I admire your hard work. The company deserves someone like you.)

Vincent's heart soared at the kind man's words.

If only his father sees his efforts, then maybe, he wouldn't loathe him this much.

"gomawoyo, appa." Vincent blurt out.

(Translation: Thank you, Dad.)

Dal-Geun smiled just in time his driver arrived in front of them.
"Take a rest now, son. We'll see each other on Monday. Goodnight and take care on your way home."

Vincent gave him a reassuring smile and bowed until Dal-Geun's car was out of his face.

Maybe, someone still values him as a son. Like a family.