Kyuhyun frowned as his father spoke, voice emotionless. He wasn’t used to seeing his tired father this way, and it unnerved him. Nevertheless, he followed after Siwon - whom he remembered as the man from the hospital - with the rest of the class like a bunch of good little puppies.
They went past a large myraid of hallways, encovered in steel, once in a while showing off windowed platforms to see the experiments concerning electricity and power down below or above. He supposed it would’ve been interesting…to someone who thought their life would lead inevitably to here.
Kyuhyun didn’t want that.
“Might as well shock yourself of one of those things,” one student nearby him said, pointing to a machine with looping and coiling thick wires. Kyuhyun remembered it with a start - the machine that his father said had hurt him so long ago. “Just to get out of this hellhole.”
Kyuhyun felt the irresistable urge to punch that other guy. What did he know?
Siwon’s ears twitched at the boy’s voice, the words making his frown, sigh and wrinkle his nose. He didn’t like it when people looked down on his profession, especially kids who didn’t understand the importance of his job. If he and his team didn’t check the wires and machines on a daily basis, dozens could die, hell, the entire power plant could explode and blow away their village and half of the one closest situated.
“You might find it shocking to hear how important it is to have enough employees in the power plant. With no employees there is no electricity and with no electricity, the entire nation of Panem will be filled in cold darkness most of the time, imagine the winter without a heater for your freezing fingers and toes, no boiling water to cook with, no lights at all,” Siwon explained quite suddenly as they reached the large generator that buzzed like a flock of tracker jackers.
With his hands on his hips he turned around to look at the small group of students that had followed him, his eyes landing on the boy beside Kyuhyun who had joked about his profession and talked to lightly about death. “One touch without wearing these special gloves and you will have high voltages roasting your body within the blink of the eye,” the man said sternly, showing his gloved hands and making it clear that no one was to touch anything.