Strictly Business / Minsung

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The next morning began with an abrupt awakening by the shrill ringing of the house phone from in the hall. Jisung was evidentially still half awake as he rolled over to allow Minho to move and answer it. Despite lacking the energy, Minho stood up and walked to the hall where he answered the phone as usual.

"Hello the Lee residence, this is Lee Minho speaking," he spoke as politely as possible whilst hoping that his sleepiness wasn't too noticeable in his tone.

"Why don't you ever answer your phone?" he heard his mother's exhausted sounding voice coming from the other end of the line.

"I'm sorry it's on silent," Minho replied as he simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief.

"Whatever it doesn't matter, your father and I are leaving in an hour, Jisung needs to be gone along with any trace he was ever there do you understand me?" she asked.

"Yeah," he answered sadly, "I'll go and get him up now, thanks for letting us know mom."

"It's no problem and don't be upset Minho, I'm sure you had a nice time last night and why don't you take him out to breakfast or something?" she suggested and Minho instantly felt his mood lift.

"That's a great idea, thanks mom!" He grinned and spoke enthusiastically.

"Okay, I'll see you later then," his mom replies before he too bid his farewell and put the phone down.

Just before he turned around, Minho heard Jisung's footsteps as he made his way to join Minho in the hallway. "Who was it?" The younger asked curiously.

"Just my mom," Minho ruffled his messy hair with a slight chuckle, "they'll be back soon so I'm taking you out for breakfast."

The younger boy gave Minho a bright smile as he nodded happily, "that sounds good!" He seemed to think for a moment before continuing, "do you have any clothes I can borrow, these got really creased because I slept in them," he explained.

"Yeah I'll find you something, come upstairs with me and see what you want," Minho held his hand out without really thinking about it. After noticing what he'd done, the boy blushed a deep red but it appeared that Jisung barely even noticed as he hardly missed a second before taking Minho's hand and letting the older boy pull him up the stairs.

Minho was sure to let go as they headed into his room yet despite no longer having Jisung's hand encased in his own, the boy still couldn't slow his heart beat. "Uh," he began as he started to sift through the clothes in his wardrobe, "how about this?" Minho asked as he pulled out his favourite shirt.

Jisung's eyes seemed to light up as he eyed it and he looked back towards Minho, "isn't this the one you're always wearing in your instagram posts?" he asked.

"Yeah, you noticed that?" Minho asked and Jisung just nodded but it was clear that he was slightly embarrassed and maybe he'd told Minho a bit more information than he intended to. Regardless, he took the shirt and the other clothes that Minho had found for him and walked into the bathroom to change. The older boy too took this opportunity to get dressed into the best outfit he could possibly find in 5 minutes.

However, Minho didn't even think that him having 3 hours to dress himself would be enough for him to outdo Jisung that day. When the younger boy stepped out of the bathroom, Minho felt his heart jump into his throat. Han Jisung was stood before him wearing a tight black shirt and tight black skinny jeans and not any tight black shirt and skinny jeans but Minho's own tight black shirt and skinny jeans.

"Do I look okay? Or is it weird? Is that why you're looking at me?" Jisung asked and Minho began to panic internally a little more.

"No you look great, that's why I was looking, you don't look weird at all," the older replied as he had to, for the second time, stop himself from kissing Jisung there and then.

"Thank God, I thought I looked stupid," the younger just giggled before opening the door and turning back to Minho who was still in a crisis because 'have Jisung's arms always been that muscular?'

"Minho? Are we going," Jisung had to speak again to knock his admirer out of his trance. When Minho finally did come back to Earth, he walked behind Jisung as they padded back down the stairs, picked up their bags and slipped their shoes on before beginning the walk to find something to eat.

Considering the fact that they never did get to make their own pancakes, Minho thought it might be a good idea to take Jisung to his favourite pancake house. He knew all about the boy's love for sweet foods so he was hardly surprised when Jisung requested 'huge amounts of syrup please' and the waitress honoured his request by bringing him a whole bottle.

"Do you really need that much?" Minho had asked him after the younger poured a way overly generous amount on his pancakes, "can you even taste the actual pancake?"

"Of course you can!" Jisung defended himself, "I'll cut you a bit and you can try it!"

"No thanks, I value my teeth," Minho spoke back causing the younger to laugh loudly and almost choke on the water he had been drinking.

"Do you know who you remind me of?" the older had asked after a few seconds and Jisung had simply shook his head.

"Elf," Minho told him and Jisung turned his head a little in confusion.

"Who's Elf?" he asked.

"He's an Elf," Minho replied, not quite believing that Jisung didn't know what he was talking about.

"What's he from?" the younger pressed.

"Elf," Minho spoke after a moment.

"Elf from Elf?" Jisung questioned him in bewilderment.

"Yes Elf from Elf? I can't believe you've never watched Elf! My family watch it every year on Christmas Eve it's like tradition," the older spoke and almost sounded genuinely offended by Jisung's viewing habits.

"Well maybe we can watch it together on Christmas Eve Eve this year," the younger commented and Minho felt his words go straight to his heart. Jisung wanted to experience things with him, he wanted to watch movies with him, he wanted to be friends even 5 months away at Christmas. The joy that overtook Minho when thinking about the fact that Jisung likes spending time with him as much as he did with Jisung himself was simply huge. Minho had been searching for someone he could call a true friend his entire life and he thought then that maybe he'd got lucky, maybe he'd found that in Jisung and maybe, or rather hopefully, he'd found a little bit more.

When they left the pancake house and Minho walked Jisung half of the way home, everything felt right in the world. Whether Jisung knew it or not, he was fast becoming a permanent fixture in Minho's life and the older boy couldn't be more happy about that fact. Even simple things sent Minho wild, Jisung squeezing his hand lightly as a way of saying goodbye, Jisung laughing after Minho questioned him and asked him why he couldn't just say goodbye like a normal person, the shy smile that came on to Jisung's face when Minho joked that Jisung had just wanted an excuse to hold his hand. The younger boy was adorable and Minho felt the urge to love and protect him.

The world of business was notoriously cruel and despite the stoic 'game face' that Jisung had shown to Mr Hwang, Minho knew that the boys' true personality couldn't be more different. Jisung was fragile with soft edges and throwing him into a world of business full of bitterness and arguments felt like it should be a crime. Besides, both boys knew that neither of them wanted it anyway, neither of them wanted to take over their families business because they had dreams of their own. Minho thought that Jisung deserved all of the freedom and happiness in the world and he would be damned if he wasn't going to try everything to give it to him.

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