previously
flasback to 4 years ago
The older was busy working on his project. He was soon going to be the official CEO of Lee Company so he needed to plan some projects. The younger was there as well. He was bored and Minho felt bad but he had to focus on his work even though to him the younger is much more important than all that stuff.
"Hyungggg, i'm boreddddd!" jisung was waddling around minhos office meanwhile the older was working.
"veryyy veryyy bored" he said again and again.
"ji is very bored. ji squirrel is extremely bored!" the younger repeated once again.
"hannie, hyung is busy working and this is important" minho then turned his gaze to the younger that was sticking his tongue out.
jisung was sulking and decided he would leave the olders office before he gets mad at him. after all he said the work was important.
Minho felt bad for telling the younger to basically indirectly leave but there was nothing else he could do about it. He had to work on his project to satisfy his fathers expectations. It was tiring him out and his only boost of energy was the younger but now that he left he just lost all energy. He sighed as he continued to forcely work his way through the project and lose more and more energy.
Around three hours had passed since Jisung left and Minho was still working. At one point he realised how late it was and went to check his phone to see if the younger messaged him. But to his desmay, no message. He was getting worried because once he looked at the time it was actually quite late. He was thinking what to do and noticed that it was even pouring outside. "Where could he be?" Minho asked himself worriedly. As he was about to walk out of the office, a soaking wet, crying squirrel boy opened the office door jumping into the olders arms. Minho embraced the younger very quickly, he didn't care that he was also getting his clothes soaked. He was more worried about the younger. "Hannie what's wrong?" Minho asked softly, cupping the youngers cheeks and wiping his tears away slowly. "Younghoonie h-hyung.. h-he was u-using h-hannie.." the younger said and once Minho heard this, he was very mad. He wanted to literally run after him but then decided not to seeing the conditon his baby was in. "Ohh, come here love hyungie is here for you alright?" Minho said hugging the younger tightly.
"Pwomise?.." Jisung asked, a little bit muffled due to his face being pressed onto the olders chest. "I promise my love" the older said sweetly.
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The older sighed as he remembered the time. He really wanted to make Younghoon pay back then especially when he saw the youngers crying face. He really hated it. Instead of having all these thoughts, he decided to allow the staff inside. Minho got up from the chair a bit lazily, still not feeling in the mood and walked his way back to the currently locked door where staff was agressively knocking. He sighed as he unlocked the door, a bunch of staff coming inside. "Sorry, Mr Lee. We really do apologize!!" One of the staff said, her voice was breaking a little due to fear of being screamed at. "It's alright, however i'm not going back, i do apologize for my bad temper but i can't go back" the older replied whilst bowing. The staff looked at eachother worriedly but then nodded as Minho made his way out of the dressing room. Other artists around were looking at him but he wasn't phased by that. He just walked away, not wanting to have another argument with anyone else.
A few hours had passed since the interview and the older had managed to calm down. At the moment, he was packing his bags for going back. Chan had sorted everything out for him and he was grateful for that. He wasn't just tired but he was very gloomy too. These past weeks he had spent in New York really weren't the best as he really missed his friends. They all made him feel like himself compared to them not being here. He missed annoying Hyunjin and Changbin. He missed gossiping with Seungmin and Jeongin. He missed having small sleepovers with the one and only Felix. He missed talking to Chan and them joking around like the parents they are. He missed having Jisung in his arms and patting his head all the time. He missed his cats even more than he thought he would. He just missed everyone that was like family to him. They all were the people able to make Minho feel like his actual self and not just an emotionless CEO. The older sorted everything out into his bags and went to lay down on the couch. He sighed as he opened his phone, he was greeted with thousands of notifications from instagram and emails from numerous fans. He groaned and went to his instagram.
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crimson red |minsung| ♡
Fanfic"understand what i'm saying, sweetcheeks?" "sweetcheeks?" han thought to himself.. he could not say anything other than just nod, words did not want to come out of his pretty mouth, all that was travelling back and forwards in his head was the petna...