Lee Minho

Han Jisung was certain: some people were simply born to be annoying. Lee Minho had held the top spot on that list for years. It all started back during their trainee days. Back then, seventeen-year-old Minho had made some harmless joke, and fifteen-year-old Jisung, far too hot-headed and sensitive for his age, took it as a personal insult. Since then, they had clawed at each other at every possible opportunity.

Years passed. Jisung became a successful idol and producer as part of 3Racha. Minho debuted in the popular group AURA and quickly earned a reputation as one of the best dancers and most recognizable visuals. But even success didn't make their relationship any better.

That was why, right now, Jisung sincerely hoped he had misheard.

"A PR relationship?! With him?! No way in hell!"

He jumped up so abruptly that his chair screeched across the floor. Chan, sitting beside him, immediately grabbed his shoulder and forced him back down.

"Calm down and listen."

Changbin, nearby, only snorted, clearly struggling to hide his laughter.

As for the main culprit of the situation, he looked suspiciously calm. Minho sat opposite him, leaning back comfortably in his chair, staring straight at Jisung. That same smile played on his lips. That same infuriating smile that once made Jisung want to strangle him right there in the practice room.

"I'm glad to see you too, Jisung."

"Don't call me that."

"Call you what, exactly? By your name?"

Jisung's eye twitched. Chan groaned softly, already realizing where this was heading.

"You two can't even talk normally for five minutes," he muttered.

Minho shrugged, as if he didn't understand the problem at all. To Jisung, it felt like this alpha was intentionally testing his patience. And the worst part was that now management wanted to force them to play a happy couple in front of the cameras.