"Today will be a good day," he uttered to himself. Stepping out of the elevator he saw two couple fighting down the hallway. "Or not".
"Come on, I spent all of my money on you. At least sleep with me," Minjeong heard the man said. Minjeong locked eyes with the lady and she sent a signal of help to him. Luckily the man had his back so he couldn't see Minjeong coming.
Minjeong cleared his throat, "Is everything okay, darling?"
"Darling? Who the fuck are you?" the man seethed.
The lady snaked her arms around Minjeong, "This is my fiancé, if you would excuse us, we have a date to go to". She pulled Minjeong away from the man , leaving him absolutely baffled.
Once they're in the clear, she untangled herself from Minjeong. "Thanks for the help. I don't know what would happen if you weren't there. I'm Jimin, and you are?"
With a smile, Minjeong offered his hand, "Minjeong. Here's my card. If you need my rescue again, just call me." Minjeong walked away from her. He needed to focus on his job for now, after all, he's only here for 6 months.
Stepping out of the hotel, he saw a lot of paparazzi loitering around. Shaking his head, he reached into his pocket, searching for his phone.He dialed a number, "Yizhuo, where are you?"
"Hold on a moment, Minjeong. These bastards are blocking the road. Apparently there's an A lister in your hotel. Oi move out ya dickhead," Yizhuo said, the last part was definitely not meant for him.
A black Bentayga arrived, he reached for the handle when he felt pain on the back of his head, "What the hell?"
It was the man from before, "He's Karina's fiance! He's Karina's fiancé!" He shouted.
Suddenly he could feel eyes on him. Along with the bombardment of flashes.
Yizhuo sprung into action, jumping out of the car and shielding Minjeong. "In the car now!"
The tires screeched leaving behind the mob of paps. "Bastards," Minjeong muttered.
Yizhuo has been his friend for over 15 years. His father worked with Minjeong's father, and now Yizhuo is working with Minjeong.
"You didn't tell me you were engaged, Min," Yizhuo laughed.
"Someone needed my help, and look where it got me," he winced touching his head. He popped some painkillers to ease the pain.
"How long will we be here anyway?" Yizhuo asked. "I hardly know the layout of this city"
Minjeong stared out the window, "6 months or until my uncle is well again." Minjeong sighed.
They're heading to Minjeong's uncle house, if you could call it a house. His estate is enormous, spanning over 5 acres.
The ride was smooth, thanks to Yizhuo's careful driving. Minjeong didn't realise he fell asleep. Yizhuo nudged Minjeong, "We're here."
"Already? That was fast." Minjeong composed himself. "Yeah, you fell asleep, mate." Yizhuo chuckled.
Minjeong went out of the car, greeted by his uncle's personal assistant. "Sir Minjeong, it's good to have you here."
"How is he, Ollie?" Minjeong asked with a furrow.
Ollie sighed, "He's fine for now. But uh, this file is for you." He handed a rather large brown file.
Minjeong looked through the file. Ah, it's the financial records of all of his uncle's companies.
More small discussions were held between Ollie and Minjeong when Ollie suddenly stopped in front of a large mahogany door.
"Be kind to him, Min. He's still struggling with the loss of Doyoung."
Doyoung, Seokjin's only son, decided to cut his life short. But he's not angry him by any means. He knows Doyoung was struggling with his mental health. But rather disappointed that he didn't confide in him.
Pushing the door open, he could see his uncle frail body on a large bed, "Uncle Seokjin, how are you doing?" He whispered.
Seokjin opened his eyes, pushing his body into sitting position. "No, no. Just lay down." Minjeong stopped him.
Seokjin huffed and puffed, "I'm not a weak man, you know," Gaining an eyebrow raise from Minjeong.
"It's nice to see a familiar face. I'm feeling rather okay now. Doctor said the tumor is benign. Hopefully they will call me soon for the operation. How are you, anyone you're seeing right now? You know after..."
"No, no one new for now." He cut his uncle,
"Have you eaten?"
"Yeah, I did. Thanks for asking, Min." Looking as pale as a sick man does.
Minjeong walked around his uncle's room, stopping in front of a family portrait. Doyoung staring at him with a smile plastered on his face. He can't help to wonder if that is his genuine smile or was he faking it?
"Do you think he's happy now?" Seokjin's voice shakes. "Wished he talked to me, you know."
Minjeong smiled weakly, "He better be, or I will go to wherever he is and smack him."
Causing his uncle to let out a chesty laugh. He managed to lighten the mood. He glanced at his watch, "Oh my, look at the time. I better go back to the hotel now. I have a meeting to attend tomorrow. I'm only here to see you and pay a quick respect. But you're looking as young as ever now, you certainly didn't need my help."
"Meeting? The one with the board? I'll be there as well. I mean, through video call, that is," his uncle said.
He bid his uncle goodbye and out he went.
