Twisted Allegiance

03: May I know your name?

                    03

"Ya! Wake up! Jisoo screamed at the top of his lungs, trying to rouse Yohan.  oblivious to his duties as the president of Lee Media Group, Yohan, with no intention of waking up, groaned, 'Tell Dad I quit, Hyung. I can't handle waking up this early everyday. I quit!'
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"Good morning, sir. I'm Jeong Guwon, your new secretary," he stammered, striving to compose himself as Yohan's expression grew increasingly formidable.
"Ah, yes, yes. Good morning," he replied, sounding like someone desperately in need of urgent assistance to navigate the situation. I should have kept living all by myself receiving help from them ah, am so stubborn he groaned lazily as he approached the car.
"Good morning, sir!" The PR teams stood, ready to welcome their new President. "Wow, he's so handsome," So-hee whispered to Minna, which earned her a disdainful look from Minna.
Minho's phone suddenly rang, stirring him from his deep thoughts, wondering who could be giving him call this morning when he's on a leave. "Hyung," the voice confirmed it was Hyunjin, but Minho, recognizing the voice, didn't bother to check the name. "What is it?" he said lazily. "Our new President has started working today. I just wanted to let you know," Hyunjin said, hoping for a response but all he got was the sound of the phone beeping, Minho ended the call. He didn't care at all because minho did that. Hyunjin had always loved Minho, but being an omega too, he had to hide his feelings.  It's so shameful. "Whatever you do, Hyung", he said smiling at his phone.

Minho, not known for weakness, found tears welling up when he thought of Jihwan. Was it because Jihwan was all he had or perhaps his first love? He pondered, "Or is Daehyun better than him?" Falling asleep with these thoughts,

She was interrupted by a bright "Hellooooo" from Minho, who placed a cup of Americano on the table.
"Minnnna!" he greeted warmly. "You're here?" she exclaimed, hugging him. "Yes, I am," he smiled, settling into a chair. Before she could finish her sentence, he playfully interrupted, putting the straw of the Americano in her mouth. "Don't talk, I'm in a good mood today," he said, standing up. "I'm going, we're shooting at the hongdae area today." Without waiting for her response, he briskly walked away, leaving her sighing and watching him go. "Take care" she shouted so loud that he turned, feeling embarrassed.

"Ugh, my head hurts," Yohan complained, not wanting to deal with the task at hand. He thought his father gave him this challenge on purpose, knowing he couldn't handle it. "Mr. Guwon!" he yelled, frustrated. "Can't someone else do this for me? I'm so tired, seriously." But he didn't get to finish because he was surprised by the sight in front of him. someone unmistakably familiar, the very person he had often daydreamed about and fallen for from the moment he laid eyes on him. the strikingly handsome Minho. "Sir... sir!" Mr. Guwon urgently shouted, attempting to redirect Yohan's attention. "Ah, yes, what is it?" Yohan responded absentmindedly, his focus entirely captured by Minho, who appeared visibly uneasy—perhaps recalling a shared history that had left an indelible mark on both of them.
"Ha, seriously! why here of all places!" Minho muttered in frustration, still feeling uncomfortable realizing that the person who had seen him crying was not just a coworker but his boss. Anxious thoughts flooded his mind – "Will he fire me?" – Minho pondered, his anger growing unreasonable.
The atmosphere turned tense, filled with discomfort. Minho, visibly shaken and sweating, found himself doing his boss's makeup. Suddenly, Yohan took hold of his hands. Expecting a reprimand, Minho was surprised when Yohan spoke first.
"Mr. President, I... I am really sorry for being rude the other day. I didn't think that you would be my boss at work," he said calmly, as if confessing to a misdeed. "I'm sorry."
"What?" Yohan asked, as if he hadn't heard Minho's apology. "I said I am very sincerely sorry, sir," Minho repeated nervously. Yohan laughed, looking at Minho's handsome face. "I didn't ask for an apology," he remarked, making Minho look up in surprise.
"I just wanted to tell you not to be nervous. You're shaking and sweating," Yohan said, laughing sweetly again. "Ha, here," Yohan added, handing his handkerchief to Minho to wipe off his sweat.
"We meet again," he said, flashing a cute smile at Minho. "May I know your name?"