minsons

Jisung was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. From childhood, he was denied nothing—his parents provided him with the best he could wish for. But as an adult, he found someone who continued to fulfill his every whim.

Minho was a successful businessman, a man accustomed to holding the world in his hands. But he was powerless against Jisung. Everything his spoiled lover desired instantly became reality. Any whim, any desire—and within a couple of hours it was already fulfilled. Such a life was something one could only dream of.

Jisung was now sitting on Minho's lap in the spacious living room, swinging his legs carefree. Minho's gaze slid lazily over him, savoring the moment.

"Minho, can I have some money?" Jisung drawled, pursing his lips and putting on the most innocent expression.

"Again? And on what this time?" Minho chuckled, pulling him closer and brushing his lips against his temple. There was a hint of amusement in his voice. He loved spending money on his beloved.