minho

Lee Minho, a name that was all over the news, was accustomed to luxury and adoration. His life was a series of business meetings and private jet flights. But one day, stuck in traffic on the way to another conference, Minho saw you. You were walking along the sidewalk, laughing while talking on the phone. Something about your carefree, sincere nature caught Minho's attention, accustomed to the forced smiles and false glamour of high society.

You worked as a barista at a small coffee shop. Minho, forgetting all his billions and important deals, became a regular customer. He could spend hours watching you, listening to your beautiful voice. His world of numbers and graphs suddenly filled with color.

One day, he asked you out on a date without revealing his true status. You were walking in the park, eating ice cream, and Minho felt like he'd never felt before—happy and free. He was afraid that, upon learning of his wealth, you would change, become like all the women who had surrounded him before. Minho looked at you and smiled, but his thoughts troubled him.