| Improvise | (hyungwonho)

二

The office was as sparse as Wonho guessed it would be. Faded sky-blue walls, deep varnished furniture. No decorations, only a calendar and a clock. Not one particle of air out of place. One wall was made entirely of glass and you could see the city scape and people rushing around Seoul like little specks of colour moving around one's consciousness at four am. 27 floors up resided the chief secretary's office. 27 floors of awkward elevator time with one of the top men Monsta Ent. 27 floors of Wonho's anxiety. 27 floors of improvisation.

He was a pro at hiding it. The anxiety and insecurity masked with a smirk and a handsome face. Hyungwon had been silent thee entire trip to his office, stopping a couple of times to greet employees and the stars of the company. Wonho just awkwardly (but seemingly confident) following a step and a half behind the chief secretary and copied his actions as not to offend anyone they came across.

"I bet you don't have the slightest clue why one of the biggest corporations in South Korea has asked you to meet with them Shin Hoseok." The chief secretary sat behind his desk and motioned for Wonho to sit in the seat provided (which looked unnecessarily luxurious but turned out to be very comfortable, probably unnecessarily so). The poor blonde shook his head in agreement, his smirk still hiding all his nerves inside.

"To be honest I thought this was an interview for a job I forgot that I applied for or that my roommate applied to for me." Hyungwon reached into his desk with a smirk, and produced a sealed envelope which had 'Shin Hoseok' neatly printed in cursive. Taking the envelope with eyebrows furrowed, Wonho cautiously opened it.

To Dear Hoseok,

You have never met me in your memory, but I remember you when you were a small child. An old family friend you could say, I knew your parents a long time ago. I have already contacted them and they were surprised with my proposal. You may choose to trust me or not, but in my will I have left you two positions at the company I started. Monsta Ent.

Unfortunately, I don't have any heirs so I had to start looking for someone suitable for these roles. You're parents thankfully accepted my proposal. I hired you a secretary/assistant who will look after you and help you. His name is Chae Hyungwon and he's quite the charmer if I so say so myself - maybe he even made my own old heart flutter with his charms, but I know he does his job well.

You have also been left all my things. There's a mansion in Busan and a penthouse in Gangnam, multiple cars with each and both properties should still be fully furnished by the time you get this letter.

I have a piece of advice for you, young Hoseok. Don't let it all get to you. Every successful person has learned to bullshit their way through life. If any situation comes up you must learn to improvise, keep up that façade and keep the image of yourself as a god permanent. It is only when we doubt ourselves that people realise that gods are just humans in disguise.

Good luck my boy and look after yourself.

Kim Sidae

Wonho slowly put down the letter and took a couple of deep breaths. "I'm hallucinating. That isn't what the letter says. I don't-" He started muttering to himself as he spaced out, his façade washed away due to the shock of news that he was confronted with. How unexpected. Chae Hyungwon just sat there trying not to laugh as his new boss whose soul seemed to have floated out of his body. Of course, he knew of the Chairman's plans long before the old man died, before the old CEO was notified, before the letter to Shin Hoseok was sent. This all just amused him.

The blonde looked up at the secretary wide-eyed like a deer caught in the headlights. "Welcome to Monsta Ent. Shin Hoseok, Chairman and CEO. As chief Secretary, I will basically double as your personal assistant and will look after the company as you transition into the job. If you have any questions, feel free to ask."

"So, I basically inherited a multi-billion-dollar corporation and entertainment company from a very old family friend, my family was in on it and never told me and what on earth do I tell my flat mate?" Wonho confirmed everything he had heard.

Once he stopped panicking, he realised he needed to get his head on and survive this major stressor. He started to chuckle, his signature smirk back on his face like a mask of confidence. "When I left this morning, he said - and I quote - You better come back a millionaire or I'm kicking you out of the flat."

This time Hyungwon chuckled along instead of holding it in. He reached inside the draw and withdrew two contracts and handed them to the poor boy. "You can get him to move into the penthouse with you. I would suggest using it, you won't have to worry about rent and your flat mate can't kick you out."

Wonho smiled and signed the papers as he read them. One was basically a change of hands for official documentation and the other was the contract of the chief secretary (as he was employed by the chairman in the first place). Inside the poor man was still in shock and hadn't hit countershock yet. He reasoned that until he'd learn what he really need to do he'd just wing it.

He got up off the very luxurious and comfortable chair and shook Hyungwon's hand. "Since we're going to be closely working together, you can call me Wonho rather than my full name. It would make it slightly less awkward."

The ravenette nodded. "If that's the case you can just call me Hyungwon."