I'm Richer than My Boss (A Minsul fanfiction)

You Just Can't Stay Here for Free!

"Can I stay in your house?"

She curled her toes. Cold sweatdrops dripped from her temple. Sulli just made her most ridiculous request in her whole life.

Rolling her fists at her side, she tried to hide her face by bowing her head. "Please don't make me say it again!"

Their mouths were mum. The silence was deafening until it was broken by Minho's hysterical laughter. He wrapped his arms around his stomach aching from his non-stop laugh. Once he was able to stop himself, he walked towards the pitiful lady.

Sulli raised her head after hearing the man's laughter. What? Do you think that this is a laughable matter?

"Miss, are you serious? That joke was really funny!" He wiped his tears that resulted from his great laugh.

"Yes, I am dead serious," she said in monotone, but her voice suddenly raised. "I have nowhere to go! Do I need to say the magic word? Pleeease?"

Her answer was not enough to erase Minho's confusion. Folding his arms, he asked, "Why don't you just stay with your friends? I bet you have many rich friends who have mansions big enough for you to stay in."

Sulli replied his question with another. "Do you think that I'm not desperate enough to ask help from a stranger?"

"Hah! I think you're just going nuts." Minho suddenly remembered the incident that happened at the cafe earlier, and an idea popped out of his head!

Gotcha! I know what I'm going to do with you now!

With a hint of smugness, Minho asked. "Give me your full name, Miss Sulli~"

Sulli's eyes widened their biggest the second time around. "How did you know my name?" she asked, quite surprised.

"Don't you remember? You gave it when you ordered in our cafe." Minho paused for a second. "... and you did not pay." He made sure she heard every word clearly, hoping that she would feel the guilt.

If only it was deadly, Sulli would have died out of embarrassment, "Oh... yeah, right. It's Sulli, Sulli Choi. Why do you have to know my name by the way?" she asked, still unclear of his intentions.

"Of course! First, I need to know the name of the person that I will let to stay in my house. Second, I need to make sure that you're not a wanted criminal by the National Police. And lastly, how will I call you?" Minho gave his explanation.

"Are you really thinking that someone as gorgeous as I will look like a criminal? And-" Sulli suddenly stopped blabbering after completely absorbing Minho's words. Her face obviously lightened up.

"So you're saying that you'll let me stay in your house?" Sulli asked. She could not believe that someone sane would agree to her request.

"Yup, you can even stay for several days, but there's a catch, you just can't stay for free." Minho took a few steps towards Sulli, invading her personal space. He leaned his face in front of hers, their faces only separated by a few inches.

"You will be my maid."

Sulli gulped. Their faces were too close. She wanted to step back but her feet seemed to be glued on the ground.

Minho realized their awkward position. He immediately jumped back and cleared his throat.

"Ummm, what I mean is, while you're staying in my house, your service as my maid will serve as payment, both for the lodging and for that coffee you did not pay." Minho roamed his eyes, scratching his head, trying to avoid Sulli's gaze.

Me, I'm going to be a maid? Sulli asked herself. Never in my life did I wish to become someone's servant! But, her conscience stopped her. Come on, Ssul! Do you want to be a hobo?

Sighing, she finally decided. "What's your name, mister?"

"And why are you asking my name?" Minho replied with another question.

Sulli folded her arms, rolling her eyes. "Duh, of course I should know the name of my boss!"