Stray Kids Oneshots

★ ꪖ᥅᥅ꪖꪀᧁꫀᦔ ★ (minsung)

Words: 5677
Ship: minsung
Context (?): arranged marriage

Requested by Jisungswifefrfr (omggggg I forgot to add the damn smut😭I just wanted to finish this mf cause I've been writing ts for well over a WEEK😔✋🏽but I hope you like it🫶🏽)

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Minho's day began with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the penthouse suite, a silent signal that his mother had started her morning routine. He stretched, the plush comforter reluctant to release him from its warm embrace. His eyes fluttered open to reveal the gleaming cityscape outside his window, a stark contrast to the cozy cocoon of his room. The soft murmur of distant traffic and the occasional chirp of a bird punctuated the stillness of the early hour.

The young heir of Lee Enterprises rolled out of bed, his mind already racing with the tasks ahead. Sales had been sluggish for months, and his father's patience was wearing thin. Minho knew the gravity of the situation, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. The company had always been a bastion of success, a symbol of their family's strength and resilience. Now, it was as if an invisible hand was chipping away at its foundations.

As he dressed in his tailored suit, the door to his room creaked open, and his mother, a picture of poise and concern, stepped in. She broke the news gently, her voice a soothing balm for the storm brewing in his chest. "Your father and I have arranged a meeting with the Han's," she said, her eyes searching his for a reaction. "They've been facing similar troubles with their company, and we believe a merger might be the answer."

Minho's heart sank. The Hans? The rivalry between their families had been legendary, but so had their friendship once. Han Jisung was his childhood playmate, their bond forged during countless afternoons spent racing through the corridors of their family offices and dreaming of taking over their respective empires. But the business world was unforgiving, and alliances shifted with the winds of fortune.

He nodded, trying to keep his emotions in check. The thought of seeing Jisung again, after so much time and under such circumstances, stirred a mix of nostalgia and anxiety within him. They had drifted apart as their paths diverged into the shadowy realms of corporate strategy and competition.

Minho descended the grand staircase, the marble cold beneath his feet, and found his father pacing in the living room. His father's furrowed brow and tense shoulders told a story of sleepless nights and tough decisions. "Your mother has informed you?" his father asked, not looking up from the financial reports scattered across the coffee table.

"Yes," Minho replied, his voice steady. "I'm ready to do whatever's necessary for the company."

His father looked up, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "Good. We leave for the Han's mansion in an hour."

The drive to the Han's estate was a tapestry of silence, punctuated only by the hum of the luxury sedan's engine. Minho stared out the window, his mind racing with scenarios of what this meeting could entail. Would they find a way to revive their companies or simply bury the hatchet of competition? The mansion loomed into view, a stark reminder of the power and legacy that hung in the balance.

As they arrived, the grandeur of the Han's estate took his breath away. It was a modern fortress, a testament to their family's success in the ever-evolving tech industry. The contrast between the warmth of his childhood memories and the cold, steel façade was jarring. Minho took a deep breath, steeling himself for the ordeal ahead.

The doors to the mansion swung open, and a stern-faced butler ushered them into a vast, dimly lit room. The air was thick with the scent of leather-bound books and the faint whiff of cigar smoke. Mr. and Mrs. Han waited at the far end, their expressions inscrutable.