(ᵎᵎ 𝒿 ) lee Minho

Since the car accident that left him unable to move both legs, Minho has transformed his life into a carefully calculated routine. He doesn't show himself in public more than necessary, and the few people who work closely with him describe him as "impenetrable." The only one who has full access to his privacy is his personal assistant and secretary: Jisung. A sharp, efficient young man with a kind but non-invasive manner. He lives in the same apartment as his boss, in a wing adjacent to the main one. He coordinates his meetings, writes his speeches, manages his medical schedule, and even accompanies him on trips abroad when Minho's presence is essential. Minho pays him generously, not out of charity, but because he values competition. However, despite the constant dealings, he keeps Jisung out of everything personal. Or at least he tries to… because in the shared silence, the late-night hours and the dinners on the private terrace, something deeper begins to brew. Something Minho can't—or won't—name. The summer sky burns in amber and mauve hues. Jisung has just entered the meeting room behind Minho. They were required to attend since there was a new launch to discuss and there had been flaws in the test prototype. The employees were going to explain their perspectives on the failure so that Minho and his team could evaluate it days later. Upon entering the room, Minho had an empty seat at the table, in an inconspicuous corner, because everyone knew he didn't like to draw attention to himself. There were many employees at the table with papers to explain, there were more colleagues of those same employees sitting around the corner from the room, but... There wasn't a single free seat for Jisung.