𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐟 𝐀 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 ♡ MinSung

Ch. 63

Minho stood around, generally sticking to Chans side, but once and a while he was left alone to fend for himself.

He really didn't like it here. There were so many people and the venue was huge, like you could get hella lost in this place. Anyway, he was walking around, occasionally grabbing an appetizer and minding his own business.

Of course, him being the son of the CEO, a bunch of people took it upon themselves to introduce themselves as if Minho gave a single shit about anything any of them did.

He sighed as an older gentleman walked up to him and he took one more sip of his champaign before preparing himself to be bored out of his mind.

"Hi, how are you?" The man asked trying to sound charming but Minho could see right through him. He probably just wanted a raise to be honest.

"I'm good. How about you?" Minho responded, trying to sound at least slightly interested in the conversation.

"I'm amazing now that I'm talking to you. I bet your just as much of a wonderful business man as your father." He complimented.

"Ah, thank you." Minho said using all of his will power not to just walk away. He forced a smile onto his face so he didn't seem rude.

"I'm the regional finance manager here." The man said, "Maybe one day you'll be my boss when you're dad retires, seeing as Christopher already has his own business."

It felt weird that the man tried to call Chan by his first name. It was just so off.

"Sorry what was your name again?" Minho said not even bothering to comment on what he had said.

"Oh my apologies, my name is Mr. Kang HaeJoon."

Minho nodded, "I suppose you know who I am then."

The man nodded, "I sure do. I work very closely with your father-"

"Hello gentlemen," Chan walked up, "I'm so sorry to interrupted your conversation, but I need to speak with Minho." He smiled.

The man nodded but didn't leave until he realized that that was a que for him to, "Ah, my apologies. I'll speak with you later Minho." He said walking away.

"Oh my god thank you for saving me from that conversation." Minho said to his brother, "I was about to die of boredom- old men are creepy."

Chan chuckled lightly, "Right." Then he got more serious, "But uhm.. I did need to talk to you.." he said pulling them away from the crowd.

"Oh?" Minho asked suddenly worried. Did he know about what Minho was doing in the bathroom earlier that day..?

"Uhmm.." he paused looking around, "Jisung... is here.."

"What!?" Minho said looking around frantically, "You're kidding? Please tell me your joking.." he pleaded.

Chan shook his head, "He's with his father.. look over there." Minho's head swung to the other side of the room, taking a moment but he finally spotted the boy.

Even from afar he looked amazing, dressed in a beautiful suit his hair done up neatly. Nice clothing really did wonders for him...

Minho quickly snapped back to reality realizing what this meant, "I want to go home." He said, "What if he sees me? What if-"

"Calm down. Nothing bad is going to happen, I promise."

. . .

Jisung stood awkwardly as his father spoke to some guy. The man seemed very important and the conversation was extremely formal.

He assumed that the man was his father's boss.

He wanted to go home. He could feel his hands trembling and his heart beating out of his chest.

"Ah that must be splendid news." His father spoke, "What is it like out there?"

"Absolutely gorgeous. If you have a chance I propose you take a trip out there. You'll have to excuse me though, my son is sending me texts, he must be in trouble."

Both men laughed as he walked away and Jisung turned to his father, tugging at his sleeve.

"Yes Jisung?" He asked straightening out his suit jacket.

"I feel sick. Like, to my stomach." He pouted, hoping that it would get him a ticket out of there.

"Oh?"

"Mhm." He nodded, "I feel really bad.. I might puke." He lied. He didn't feel sick to his stomach, he didn't feel well in general though.

"Ah.." he muttered, "You do look pail, and your hands are so cold.." he looked concerned now, "Are you trembling?" He asked.

Jisung nodded.

Soon the important man returned clearing his throat.

"Oh, as much as I would love to continue this conversation sir," his father spoke up, "I'm afraid my son isn't holding up too well, he's gotten himself sick. I'll have to drive him home I believe."

"Oh dear," he looked over at Jisung, who did happen to be pale and trembling, "Perhaps you caught a bug?"

Jisung swallowed hard, "I'm not sure sir. I sincerely apologize for the inconvenient."

The man shook his head, "Oh no need." He paused, "My son was just telling me that he had to go home soon as well because be had homework, why doesn't he drive you?"

"Oh we would hate to be a bother." His father spoke for him.

"It's no big deal. My son has his own car and I don't believe he's such a bad driver. That way you can stay around for a bit longer?" He asked, referring to Jisung father.

"I really don't know. It's up to your son." His father smiled politely. He knew his dad did want to stay for longer.

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind. I'll send you down to his car now and then go get my son." He said leaving before either of them could deny the services.