Strictly Business / Minsung

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It was summer, or a demonic version of it, Minho couldn't ever remember the sun feeling as hot on his neck as it did in that moment. He clutched a glass of champagne in one hand and with the other he pushed up his sunglasses that had slipped slightly onto his nose. In the distance, his father could be heard yelling about something business related that Minho never really had the heart to care about.

This whole life was built on business. His father was the CEO of a Seoul based electronics firm, they were one of two suppliers to big names, alongside their rivals of course. Out of all of the things Minho had ever learned about business, perhaps the lesson his father had tried to teach him the most was to never get too close to your rivals and that they undoubtedly were the most evil force on Earth.

Now Minho could safely say he had never even seen a single member of the Han family, except for a few photos of his parents stood at dinners looking almost too friendly with Mr and Mrs Han. He knew of them though, in fact, his father had told him almost every detail of their lives. They hadn't married for love, he had pointed out to Minho, to which Minho recalled that his mother and father, although they loved each other now, hadn't married for love either. Another fact was that their son was stuck up and spoilt and would 'never make a good head of a business due to his own impenetrable self rightousness'.

This was a fact that Minho would've readily believed had it not been for its source. The boy loved his father but where the Han's were concerned, Minho knew that he would go to any length to cast them in a bad light to him. He had heard of Han Jisung only what he assumed that Han Jisung had heard of him. Minho has decided to reserve judgement until the time that they finally met.

According to his father's conversation that he had most definitely not been eavesdropping on, Minho thought that his chance to finally meet the Han's heir would come much sooner than he had anticipated. In two days, his mother and father were due to attend the country's largest business dinner. Minho's father had talked about the dinner almost constantly for the entire month of July during every year that Minho could remember. This year was no different to the one that preceded, the dinner was the topic of every conversation Mr Lee ever seemed to have.

"Minho!" A sharp voice cut into the silence. The boy simply placed down his glass and lowered his sunglasses before making eye contact with his father, "a word," the man demanded.

Minho sighed in annoyance before standing up from his lounger and following his father to wherever he was leading them. It was no secret that whenever the two talked it never really ended amicably, Minho had never been one to know how to pretend to care and considering his father's entire life centred on business (which, obviously, Minho couldn't care less about) only a fool wouldn't be able to see why they talked so little.

When they finally reached Mr Lee's office, the younger boy took a seat before removing his sunglasses and placing them in the case that hung from the loop of his swimming shorts, "yes father?" he asked not even bothering to hide his disinterest.

"You shall be attending the business dinner with your mother and I on Friday," came the confirmation of Minho's assumption, "as you know this dinner is vitally important for the business, this is where we meet not only with our stakeholders but with firms who we sell too and firms who we would like to sell to instead of the Han's. You can probably infer from this that the Han's will be in attendance also, what I need from you is to charm every girl in that room before Han Jisung does."

Minho fought every muscle in his body to stop himself from either scoffing or laughing. "Okay father," he replied calmly with a straight face to hide how funny he found the situation. Of course, Minho knew how to charm, he had been brought up on it, that was 'the world of business' his father had told him when he had first charmed his way to a deal when he was 13. However, he had little experience with girls. It would take an idiot not to see that Minho had no interest in any girls but he supposed his father was an idiot.