blossom out | minsung ✗

17.

| jisung's pov |

8 years later...

"thank you for your hard work today, han-ssi, i'll see you tomorrow morning at eight?"

"yes, sir. thank you," i said in return as i take a bow to reassure my respects. the chairman copies my action before i take my leave out of his office. 

i sigh in relief as i look at the time on my watch.

i got off pretty early, i still have some time off before i have to go pick him up. i'll buy some of his favorite pastry.

i walk out the company grounds and make my way to my car to drive out my work place.

the summer weather was beaming and i take off my suit jacket once i'm in the car, grab my bag that's on the passenger seat and search for some clothes i kept just in case for situations like these. i change my outfit as best as i can in the car and sigh in relief when i feel fresh and homely.

now this is what i'm talking about.

i hate the feeling of wearing a suit, i hate the thought of wearing it, and i most certainly hate the meaning behind them.

most people wear suits in important occasions, like where i stand. working at a company that is beginning to raise up the charts. we're supposed to look decently attainable. especially me, as i am the assistant to the chairman.

i have expanded.

literally, and figuratively.

i put my face near the ac to cool off the heat radiating in my body. and no, my heat is most definitely not coming.

i drive to my destined location now.

🌷🌷🌷

i'm watching my favorite tv show that i haven't been able to watch properly for the past few years inside the car when suddenly my passenger door is being opened and before i even have any time to process, a pair of hands grip my own hands together and press their lips on mine.

for a split second i have no idea what's happening but then at the scent of his pheromones i melt into the touch of his lips.

i kiss him back, our lips perfectly in sync as if they've already memorized the sort of familiarity to one another. the way he kisses me, the second when to open my mouth and let him enter, the tilt of our heads, how deep he wants to take control, and when to pull away for air that could've been a waste if it meant it wasn't our ideal to keep breathing.

if air wasn't the reason why we breath, minho would've been my air that keeps me breathing.

he looks me in the eyes, i take notice of the way his eyes sparkle, and a smile spreads on his soft pink lips. "hi, how was your day?" is the first thing he says to me, still grinning.

"hi? it was good..? how about you?" i return the question back even though i'm still sort dazed by how he decided to greet me by. not that i hated it, just took me by surprise.

"it went well. i sold a house today. a real nice one too. the buyer was completely in love with the place."

"oh really? was it nice?"