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Story 17.

A/n: this is a snippet of the new book I want to start. I've been thinking about it, and have decided that I will make a new story, because the other one  ("Melting") wasn't exactly as successful as I wanted it to be, for some reason it's not getting any views at all, so I'm freezing it for a while. Hoping you enjoy this little piece and will enjoy the new story soon too!💟

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AU, where Minho is the CEO of the most famous modelling and design company and Jisung is his new personal assistant.
This is not the begging, this is a piece cut out from the middle!
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Wednesday evening. It's been a long busy day in the office. It's been a rough week. Jisung had been staying late at work for the past 5 days, because the new collection will be presented soon. He needed to be in the office by 7 am, though went home at 12 am and later. It was tiring, draining actually, especially when you're doing your best to keep up, but there's more and more coming. He wasn't getting enough sleep, enough rest, enough food. He drank litres of coffee and ate snacks from time to time. Yet he didn't want to ask for a day off, he wasn't doing this alone and his main goal was not to let Minho down. Both of them were stressing equally and the older didn't say a word, Han wanted to meet the expectations.

12:07 am. Jisung is finally going home. It was raining hard, you could barely see the other side of the road. The boy stood there motionless for a few minutes, he didn't have an umbrella with him. He heaved a sigh, before taking several steps forward. The cold water soaked his clothing quickly, the miserable feeling increasing within seconds. It felt refreshing, like a cold shower. But Han hated cold showers. This was enough to tip him over the edge. The bottled up sadness and tiredness escaped his body with tears, as they sled down his face, mixing in with the raindrops. He bit his lip trying to push his sobs back in. Though it didn't work, his heart thumped violently, threatening to break the ribs, a stinging sensation built up somewhere in his chest. Jisung decided to let it all out, there was no going back anyway. Tears streamed down his cheeks, leaving burning red patches on his honey skin. He had a salty irony taste in his mouth, his already mutilated lips were now bleeding from how hard he bit them.

Suddenly, the rain stopped.

-Han-ah..., - the soft voice called.

Suddenly, the younger's heart stopped. He could recognise this voice out of a thousand.

-Why are you standing here in the rain..? You don't even have an umbrella, - the lines were filled with concern.

Han took a ragged breath in, rushing to wipe his face off. The one didn't need to see him like this. He turned around, struggling to put on a smile.

-Ah, it's you, Mr.Lee.. I'm just... waiting for my taxi, yeah.., - a forced nervous laugh comes out.

The other frowns. He knows exactly what's going on, he heard how hard the boy was crying and could clearly see leftovers of the sorrow and pain on his face: his puffed eyes and red nose, the bloody cracked lips, the way his hands shook as he wiped the tears away. This was a heartbreaking sight. Especially when he had grown close to his assistant.

-You're lying.
-No.. no, I'm not, - he faded his gaze.
-Yes, you are.

Jisung felt a lump form in his throat, as tears welled up in his eyes again. He didn't want to be seen in this situation, he wanted to disappear, curl into a small small ball and cry himself to sleep. He opened his mouth to say something, but no sound would come out no matter how much force he used. He looked back up at the older, his bottom lip twitching as he bit it again.

-Let me take care of you, - the man said, gently taking ahold of his cold hand, - Please, come with me.

The salty droplets flowed down. He didn't get scolded for being weak... this felt so comforting already. The grip of his fingers tightened around the strong hand, wanting to just give in to the dominance and be led.