Lee Minho??! minsung

The surname Lee was more than just a name. In South Korea, it was synonymous with power, money, and elegance. And Lee Minho, with his imposing stature, perfectly tailored suits, and deep voice, was the eldest son of the patriarch. An alpha by birth, though an atypical one: cold, solitary, and obsessed with work.

He had never had a partner. Not because he couldn't—the line of omegas willing to try their luck with him was endless—but because he simply wasn't interested. There was something about romanticism that seemed like a waste of time to him. Furthermore, the sweet and pungent scent of pineapple that his body naturally emanated had brought him ridicule since he was a pup, so he lived under constant suppressants, allowing no one to get closer than a professional distance.

But everything changed that day, during the grand family dinner.

"Minho," his father said, with his characteristic seriousness. "The coffee company needs a new image. And you, as the future heir, need something more than suits and titles."

Minho raised an eyebrow.

"Something more?"

"A partner. An omega. If you aren't married within a year, you won't get the general management. It will go to your cousin." His father told him seriously, and that wouldn't be a challenge for Minho, right?

Weeks passed; he went to dinners, exclusive parties, golf clubs. None of them worked. Everyone was too interested in his surname. Until one day, his secretary fell ill. And that forced him to personally visit one of his coffee shops to inspect the place.

He entered with a firm step, but he didn't find the manager, nor his usual contact.

"Where is the person in charge?" Minho grunted.

"They're on break. I'm covering today."

The voice was soft, somewhat nervous. Minho turned his head… and then he smelled it. A natural fragrance; apple. That was all he needed to make his decision.

"Anything else?" Jisung asked, carefully placing the coffee in front of him.

"Are you available?"

Jisung blinked, confused.

"Excuse me?" Jisung asked.

"To get married," Minho pronounced decisively.