Chris was bored. Not the harmless, lazy kind of bored, but the kind that creeps in at 3 a.m, when sleep refuses to come and routine starts feeling like a cage. His days were something like this: zero sleep (courtesy of his long-time enemy, insomnia), endless hours in the studio he practically lived in, the gym, and back again. No romance, no chaos, none of that spark. Neither women nor men, just music and muscle memory. So he decided he'd had enough. If life wouldn't spice itself up, he'd do it himself. Maybe drag his best friend into it while he was at it. And somehow, one impulsive 3 a.m idea led to another, and Chris found himself creating an Instagram group chat. Just him, his three closest friends, and four other mutuals. Harmless, right? Boy was he wrong.

Minho has always loved pretty things-lace, ribbons, soft fabrics that flutter when he walks. Sweet and unapologetically feminine, he works part-time at a boutique to support his fashion design dreams while attending university. But when the shop closes down unexpectedly, Minho's world unravels-until a mysterious job offer lands in his inbox. Enter Christopher Bang, a cold, sharp-suited CEO who runs one of the most powerful fashion conglomerates in the country. Rumors swirl about him-ruthless, distant, devastatingly handsome. He's not the kind of man who notices soft-spoken boys in skirts and bows. Until he does. Minho is hired as Chan's personal assistant, but from the first moment they meet, tension crackles between them. Chan is intrigued by Minho's delicate charm, the way he blushes when flustered, and the bold pink ribbon tied around his thigh when he thinks no one's looking. Minho, despite his bratty tendencies and dramatic flair, can't stop thinking about the CEO who sees right through him. What begins as a professional relationship turns into something far more tangled-whispers in the elevator, stolen glances in the office, lingering touches at midnight. But Minho's not just another pretty thing to be collected. And Chan's not used to falling headfirst for someone so soft. In a world of power, secrets, and luxury... one kiss changes everything. He's soft. He's spoiled. And he might be the only thing that can melt Mr. CEO's heart. ❗️❗️*****************❗️❗️ ALL PICTURES USED HERE ARE NOT MINE THIS IS ALL FAN-FICTION! NOTHING HERE IS REAL! I DO NOT OWN ANYONE MENTIONED HERE! ITS ALL FROM MY IMAGINATION! ❗️❗️****************❗️❗️

[completed] [Book 1 of "Secret Job" series] "I can help you pretty much with anything, unless it's Sunday. I've got something to do every Sunday." Published: September, 30th 2021 Finished: November, 14th 2021

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