Minho

The heavy front door of the Lee estate clicked shut, finally cutting off the relentless noise of the press waiting by the gates. After weeks of ugly rumors targeted at Han Jisung to crash his family’s stock, the two families had acted fast – announcing a sudden engagement between Jisung and Lee Minho.

To make people actually believe it, they had spent the entire evening at a formal dinner, smiling at shareholders, dodging invasive questions, and pretending to be completely taken with each other. It was incredibly draining, but the sudden engagement was loud enough to drown out the rumors, at least for now.

Now, in the spacious, dimly lit living room of Minho’s house, the absolute silence felt almost jarring. Jisung’s bags were already piled in the hallway.

Minho took a few steps into the room and stopped, tiredly pulling at the knot of his tie. He ran a hand through his hair, immediately ruining the polished style he had kept up for the cameras all night, and turned to face Jisung.

— Well, that was five hours of total bullshit, Minho said quietly, tossing his suit jacket onto a nearby armchair. He looked over at Jisung with a faint, dry smile. — We barely got a word in at the table, so... welcome to your new home, I guess. I don't know if it counts as a compliment, but you're a surprisingly convincing liar when the cameras are rolling.