It was a typical Monday morning in Seoul, South Korea, as the city came alive with the hustle and bustle of business and commerce. Amidst the towering skyscrapers and neon lights, one name stood out - Jeon Wonwoo. He was the most successful businessman in Asia, with a reputation for being ruthless and cunning in his dealings.
Wonwoo's empire, Jeon Corporation, spanned across various industries, from technology to real estate, and he was known for his impeccable business acumen and strategic thinking. However, his success came at a cost. He was notorious for being cold and strict, with no room for emotions or sentimentality in his professional life.
His employees trembled at the mere mention of his name, knowing that one misstep could result in instant termination. His boardroom meetings were legendary for their intensity, with Wonwoo's sharp tongue and piercing gaze leaving even the most seasoned executives quivering.
But little did anyone know, beneath the icy exterior, Wonwoo had a soft spot - a spot reserved exclusively for one person: Kim Mingyu, his husband and secretary.
Mingyu had been by Wonwoo's side for five years, starting as a lowly intern and working his way up to become Wonwoo's trusted right-hand man. Their professional relationship blossomed into a romance, with Mingyu being the only person capable of melting Wonwoo's frozen heart.
As Wonwoo stepped into his office, Mingyu was already seated at his desk, sipping a cup of coffee and scrolling through the day's schedule. Wonwoo's expression softened ever so slightly as he gazed at Mingyu, his eyes lingering on the gentle curve of his jaw and the bright smile that seemed reserved just for him.
"Good morning, sir," Mingyu said, looking up and meeting Wonwoo's gaze.
"Morning," Wonwoo replied gruffly, his voice a little softer than usual.
Mingyu knew that subtle change in tone was a dead giveaway of Wonwoo's affection. He smiled to himself, feeling a flutter in his chest.
Throughout the day, Wonwoo tackled meetings and conference calls with his signature ferocity, leaving his opponents and partners alike in awe. Mingyu remained by his side, taking notes and providing counsel whenever needed.
As the sun began to set over Seoul, Wonwoo's schedule finally cleared, and he turned to Mingyu. "Let's head home," he said, his voice a little more relaxed.
In the car, Mingyu sat beside Wonwoo, their hands touching briefly as Wonwoo handed him a folder. The spark of electricity that ran through Mingyu's body was undeniable.
At home, Wonwoo shed his suit and tie, revealing a more relaxed, casual side. Mingyu watched, amused, as Wonwoo flopped onto the couch, a rare smile spreading across his face.
"Dinner?" Mingyu asked, already knowing the answer.
"Whatever you want," Wonwoo replied, his eyes never leaving Mingyu's face.
Mingyu chuckled and headed to the kitchen, whipping up Wonwoo's favorite dish - spicy kimchi stew. As they sat down to eat, Wonwoo reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair behind Mingyu's ear.
For a moment, the ruthless businessman disappeared, replaced by a loving husband.
"Thank you," Mingyu whispered, his voice barely audible.
Wonwoo's gaze locked onto Mingyu's. "For what?"
"For being you," Mingyu replied, his eyes sparkling.
Wonwoo's expression softened further, his mask slipping. "I'm only me because of you, Mingyu."
As the night wore on, they sat together, watching the stars twinkle over Seoul. In that moment, Wonwoo knew he'd do anything to keep Mingyu by his side.
