Minho is the son of a wealthy business family so he has been raised his whole life to take over the businesses and run them himself. That was the only reason he was born and the only way he knew life. His coworker and friend Chan can't stand that...
It was 12:45 when Minho was laying in his bed staring blankly at his ceiling but unable to sleep. He kept thinking about his conversation with Chris earlier.
The older was the only one who knew about his desire to experience normality and see what normal life is like although he stuffs that away deep inside himself because he's grateful for what he has and shouldn't have such foolish thoughts.
Why should he want to experience a poor life when he has been blessed with an enriched one?
Foolish.
Yet he couldn't seem to help his eyes from looking over at his computer. Sighing he found himself trudging out of his warm and luxurious bed to sit at his desk and turn the monitor on. After a minute he typed in the awaited site and saw the loading page open.
He had a curious gaze at what opened, he wasn't sure what he expected. People's profiles, faces, a dating site style? It was a site to meet people Chris had said, from anywhere so he assumed the Aussie was talking to people and viewing profiles of them perhaps but this was different.
On the screen was a question, a simple question yet Minho for once in his 22 years of life was extremely unsure.
Do you wish to start the quiz?
He hesitated over the button before he inhaled sharply through his nose, his index finger twitching and hitting the answer choice for him before he could make anymore decision on the question.
Yes
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Spoiler from next chapter: He sighed and clicked the first one, he was always told he had violent tendencies.
