Strictly Business / Minsung

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"So, Minho," were the first words the boy heard from his father after arriving home from the pancake house, "how are things going with the girl you danced with at the dinner? She was the Shin heir correct?" he asked.

Minho scowled as he turned his back to hang up his coat but replaced his expression with a more kind one when he faced his father, "she's a very good friend to me," he spoke politely.

"You don't need to say that with me," his father protested, "after all I'm your father you're supposed to confide these things in me, that's what men do."

Minho nearly scoffed. What did his father want him to say? The boy was certain that the man would explode if he knew the truth which was, of course, that Minho was harbouring strong feelings for the son of his mortal enemy Mr Han.

Obviously, he couldn't tell him the truth and there was a reason why he and Ryujin had already formulated their plan. They weren't going to fake date for their parents. That was something that both of them knew would inevitably ultimately end in disaster but they were simply going to give the illusion that they were interested.

It was simple enough to maintain. The closer they got as friends, the closer their parents would think they were. With both Yeji and Jisung in on the plan as well, it seemed almost 100% fool proof.

"We talk a lot," Minho pasted a light smile on his face. The boy never confessed to being the finest actor ever but he was one hell of a liar. There were very few things that Lee Minho could not lie his way out of and questions from his dad about girls was definitely not one of them.

Whether it was practice or the fact that his answers were practically pre written for him, Minho seemed to be able to get his dad off his case in a matter of minutes.

"And what do you talk about?" Mr Lee had questioned his son further.

"Just normal things, we talk about dance and about people we know," the son in question had answered and really this reply wasn't a lie.

"So you like her?" Minho's father pushed.

It took everything inside of Minho to fight back his eyes that were so ready to roll themselves at this question. Instead of answering, Minho only shrugged and turned on his heel before all but running to his bedroom.

Conversations with his dad were always a lot of work but conversations where his dad tried to push him into finding love were always 50 times worse. Minho had known from a young age that he never liked girls, it had been so evident even through the fact that his gaze always lingered on Troy Bolton a second longer than it 'should've' but he never did the same for Gabriella. Girls to Minho were ideal friends but they would never be lovers.

Honestly, he didn't know what his dad thought of gay people but it really wasn't like he wanted to find out. Of course, his mother was supportive but she was supportive of many things his father would never even consider, namely Minho's friendship with Jisung. Whatever, the boy's point still stood. He didn't want to find out what his father's opinion of gay people was for the fear that his father might just be against it.

As the boy flopped down on to his bed and released a large sigh that he had been holding back, he thought of Jisung again. The boy wasn't much different to Ryujin in personality. Okay, initially Ryujin was way more confident than Jisung, she was bold and feisty but this only fed into her fierce loyalty to her friends and of course to Yeji. Jisung was rather similar once you go to know him. He wasn't feisty but the subtle confidence he had made him seem strong and ready to take anything on and Minho knew that really, he was. He'd seen the boy at the Hwang's dinner, Jisung spoke as if he knew how to get a business deal with any company ever in existence and Minho found that so attractive. It was a quality he didn't even know that Jisung had.

A second later, a ping from Minho's phone knocked him from his thoughts. He fished the device from his pocket to see a message from Ryujin on the screen that read 'Minho is your father pestering you about me? I think they're conspiring against us.' The message was followed by a mess of characters from Yeji that Minho assumed must have been an odd way of laughing considering Jisung had replied with the exact same thing.

'Yes he has.' Minho sent back, 'I told him we're good friends.'

Ryujin then too sent a long string of random capital letters, 'no but I said the exact same to my dad they're gonna be so suspicious.'

Minho grinned at the thought of his father and Mr Shin talking about how their children were going to end up dating and not realising how completely wrong they were. It brought him great satisfaction to know that he still had the ability to lead his father into such stupid situations.

He began to express this satisfaction to his friends in the group chat for a moment before a voice rang out around the house that sounded fuelled by pure anger. "LEE MINHO YOU WILL COME DOWN THOSE STAIRS AT ONCE!"

Minho felt his blood run cold. His father hardly ever raised his voice so loudly and when he did, it meant something really bad had happened.

The boy abandoned his phone on his bed mid message and tentatively climbed down the staircase. His grip was so hard on the rail that his knuckles began to turn white and he couldn't help but think that he shouldn't be this afraid of his own father.

Never once had that voice been directed towards him and Minho was bewildered because he couldn't possibly think of what he had done to deserve it. As he rounded the corner into the living room he saw his father stood with his hands behind his back. The man was practically bright red in the face and Minho was certain that if he focussed hard enough he would be able to see steam coming from the man's ears.

"What is it father?" the Lee heir asked whilst trying to maintain a calm and steady voice.

"Would you like to tell me who stayed here last night and why this credit card has the name 'Mr Han Jisung' written upon it," Minho's father asked. The boy surged forward and took the card from his dad's hands.

It was Jisung's. Minho looked back at his father's face and then down to the card again. How was he supposed to lie his way out of this one?

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sorry i'm a day late with the update :(( i was so tired yesterday i hardly even realised i hadn't posted it here )):

i hope you enjoy this chapter !! tysm for reading this ily <3