𝙈𝙮 𝘽𝙤𝙨𝙨 [𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙎𝙐𝙉𝙂]

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Hi! Its me again, Tya! This is my fifth story (don't bother to look on my other story cause I'm not confident with my writing skill 😭😭😭) and it's still about Minsung. I just wanted to clarify a few things before we get to the story:

1. This is a bxb story so if you are allergic to bxb please exit through the nearest door. Thanks 😇

2. All rude comments will be deleted. Please appreciate about other people's comfort.

3. Suggestions and criticisms will be accepted by the author if they are delivered in good language.

4. Marked it in your memory if I'm not an English speaker so any mistakes please forgive. If you find a mistake please let me know so I can fix it in the future.

5. All the events in this story are not related to the real life of the Stray Kids members because this is a fanfiction including the characters and ages of the members.

6. I try to make it as pure as possible without any parts that are similar to other people's stories. But remember the word "try" 😅

7. The same event or plot is accidental. I have no intention of plagiarizing or stealing other people's work.

8. All pictures is from Pinterest and Twitter so cr to the owner ❤️

9. Last, always use a mask wherever you go and eat healthy food.

Luv you~ Tya~

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"Han Jisung! Move your ass here immediately!" The cold-hearted voice of Lee Minho, a famous CEO, outwit the space on the floor. The employee don't know what made him angry on this sunny morning. But everyone on the floor hoped that the boy he summoned wouldn't die today.

The boy who was meant to be trying to look calm even though his heart was racing like wanted to get out of his ribcage. His legs were shaking wildly as he stepped closer to the CEO's room. Like a victim who turns himself in to a serial killer.

Slowly the poor boy knocked on the glass door that connected him to hell. After hearing the sound "come in" he opened the glass door as wide as his body. Then he closed the door again slowly trying not to make the lion even more angry. He walked slowly to the table in the middle of the room occupied by his boss. On the table there were several files, a frame containing whatever it was and several other objects. But what is striking is the nameplate that says CEO LEE MINHO. Written in gold which matches the black colour of the board.

"D-do you need s-something, Mr. Lee?" The poor boy said softly but loud enough to be heard by the boss who was looking at the documents in his hand.

"How many times have I told you that I don't like sweet? And you even give my coffee excess sugar. Do you want to make me diabetes and die at a young age?" Mr. Lee said in a cold and firm tone. Even though he didn't raise his voice, he managed to make Jisung shudder with fear.

Jisung lowered his body while apologizing. "I-I'm s-sorry Mr. Lee, I'll m-make coffee for you again" Jisung said as he reached for the mug filled with coffee that was on the boss's desk. Grabbing it carefully so that not have any single drop of coffee stains on his boss's desk or any important documents on the table.

He held the coffee mug carefully and turned around to step outside. But in the middle of the track he stopped because of his boss's voice.

He turned around and meeting with his boss cold eyes "Make my coffee with right or I'll add more hours to you" Mr. Lee said coldly, this time looking at Jisung sharply. His hands rested on the table and supported his chin. His eyes stared sharply sending arrows to Jisung's small body.

Jisung tried to stay upright even though his legs were shaking with fear. He works 8 hours every day so he can't imagine if his ass has to stay in this office any longer. Without wasting time he immediately answered his boss "Yes sir" Mr. Lee grinned because his staff looked terrified at his little threat. But he didn't care about the poor boy.

After a few minutes the poor boy finally returned to Mr. Lee's room while carrying hot coffee. He carefully placed the coffee on his boss's desk. Then he bowed with permission to leave because his job was done. When his hand touched the doorknob and wanted to pull it. Suddenly his boss said in the same tone, cold and dominant.

"What do you think you are doing?" Mr. Lee said as he sucked in the aroma of coffee that came out with the steam from the mug.

Jisung slowly turned his body to face his boss. "D-do you need s-something else Mr. L-lee?" Jisung stuttered. Who in this world wouldn't stutter suddenly when he confronted Mr. Lee Minho, 28 years old man with sharp jawline, sharp eyes, sharp nose, tall and muscular body and an intimidating gaze. A look that can make you give up everything you have including your life.

"Because Seungmin is not present today, then you have to reschedule my meeting for today and also next week" Mr. Lee said while looking for his meeting schedule in the pile of documents on his desk. After finding it, he handed Jisung the schedule.

Jisung slowly approached his boss's desk and grabbed the meeting schedule. However Mr. Lee did not let go of his grip on the file. He glared at Jisung's eyes. Makes jisung feel smaller and goosebumps.

He looked at his boss with a look full of fear and confusion. The boss just grinned and said "Do it right. I don't want the slightest mistakes" after that he released his grip on the file and returned to focus his gaze on another document.

"You can use Seungmin's computer" Mr. Lee said as he pointed to a small desk in the corner of the room where there was a sign that read Personal Assistant on the table.

"Y-yes sir" Jisung answered briefly and walked towards Seungmin's table. He positioned himself in a seungmin chair comfortably while waiting for his computer to turn on.

It's quiet. That's how it felt in the room. There was only the sound of sheets of paper turning back and forth by the boss and the sound of the keyboard Jisung used to retype Mr. Lee's meeting schedule.

Jisung tries to focus on his task this time, even though there are other tasks that are waiting in line on his desk waiting for Jisung to do it. He only hoped that the day would end quickly and he managed to get out of this room safely without being fired.