"so ... you're dancer" Han tried to draw a line in his head where is limit of questions, he didn't want to say something he would regret
"yeah, my whole life" then he remembered a fact that Minho probably watched him on stage. How strange this friendship will be, he thought
"I don't understand just why guy like you, pretty handsome talented, were in such a place like that "
"I had no choice and what are you doing in a cheap city club, doesn't rich people have private parties?"
"I don't go to places like that often, and now I have my private dancer" the car stopped, Minho smiled at Han with a wink and got out of car. At first it seemed to Han that Minho don't want things like that from him. But he seems to have been wrong. The door on Han's side opened
"come on " Han got out of the car and after that Minho closed the door.
"You'll be here from now on" Han turned and saw one of the most expensive buildings in Seoul.
"alone ?!"
"Of course not, with me" Minho replied to Han as he walked into the building
"waiting for an invitation" Han reached out to Minho and followed him to the elevator. The building was like a hotel, there was no stairs just elevators. They got in the elevator and went out to the top floor, the twentieth. Minho unlocked the door, which was actually the only door on that floor. He pulled Han by arm to get inside but he soon closed the door and nailed Ten to door as he approached him.
"You broke the rule there but you won't here. You, don't go in my office, don't interfere in my work, you'll listen to what I tell you and if there's anything to tell me don't hold back. Understood" Minho's face was serious and somewhat creepy until he let go
"yes" Han looked away from Minho as he took off his sneakers
"do you have any wishes"
"what wishes"
"something you wanted while you were there"
"just to run away "
"whatever you want, I'll make it happen" Minho went to one room while Han stood still, not understanding why Minho was so nice to him
"sungie come here" Han went to the room where Minho was which turned out to be the living room. He was sitting on the couch leaning back. Han stood in front of him
"sit" Minho patted his leg, Han wanted to sit next to him because that's probably what Minho really want. But Minho stopped him and pulled him towards him, putting him on his leg as he held his waist with his left hand
"you were the only man on stage for me, and I'm that lucky to have you."
"You can't buy me with money"
"what do you mean exactly "
"you know what I mean" Han looked at him more seriously, he knew he had to follow his rules but no one can create some kind of emotions with dirty money
"you don't have to love me to do my requirements Jisung"
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