The morning light poured into the house, casting a warm, golden glow that illuminated every corner, contrasting sharply with the palpable tension that hung in the kitchen. Minho stirred awake on the dining table, his body stiff and disoriented from the uncomfortable position he had spent the night in. The clatter of utensils and the rhythmic sounds of breakfast preparation filled the air, noise that pulled him out of his restless sleep. He squinted against the brightness, trying to adjust his eyes, and caught sight of Seo-Jun's back as he moved methodically at the stove, completely oblivious to Minho's presence.
Frustration bubbled up inside Minho, a mix of irritation and resentment. He couldn't help but think to himself, "Ha, this asshole didn't even wake me up when he came home."
Seo-Jun had left him to sleep there all night without a single word or consideration. It was as if Minho was just a fixture in the house, rather than a person deserving of basic courtesy. As Minho attempted to stretch his limbs, a sharp, stabbing pain shot through his neck.
Just then, Seo-Jun's voice sliced through the morning air, cold and dismissive. "Good morning, you worthless excuse of a servant." The words stung, igniting a fire of anger within Minho. He shot a glare at Seo-Jun, his mind racing, "What is wrong with this son of a bitch now?" Without pausing, Seo-Jun turned slightly, leaning in closer, his face devoid of any warmth. "You didn't pick up my calls yesterday. I clearly told you not to wait for me, and you still did." The accusation hung heavily between them, thickening the already tense atmosphere. Minho felt his frustration deepen, a mix of anger and disbelief flooding his thoughts as Seo-Jun's cold stare locked onto his own, a silent challenge. With a sigh, Seo-Jun straightened up and turned away, dismissing Minho as if he were nothing more than a minor inconvenience.
Then Seo-Jun's voice sliced through the tension like a sharp blade again, "Pathetic Tiny Boy. I even had to throw away the extra food you made. You didn't put it in the fridge, and it went bad." The irritation in his tone was unmistakable, but beneath that irritation lay a teasing undertone that only fuelled Minho's anger further. He clenched his fists tightly, thoughts racing through his mind, "Ungrateful bastard! I am definitely going to kill him now!" Just as he was about to leap from his chair, Seo-Jun's icy tone continued, "I was in such a good mood yesterday after beating up some assholes at the racetrack."
Minho couldn't see Seo-Jun's face, but he could practically feel the smirk that accompanied those words, sending a wave of unease through him. The malice dripping from Seo-Jun's voice made Minho curious, his anger momentarily cooling as he processed, "The racetrack? So that's where he was." But then Seo-Jun turned to face him, his expression shifting to one of cold determination, "And I tried calling you to tell you to prepare yourself for the sex that didn't even happen thanks to your distraction."
Minho's disbelief ignited his anger anew. "That's why he is angry? Because of the stupid sex?!" As Seo-Jun closed the distance between them, he placed his hand with a sharp knife sticking in Minho's chair, effectively trapping him in place. Their eyes locked, and in that moment, the air between them crackled with tension. Seo-Jun's gaze was piercing, cold as ice, as he declared, "Make sure this won't happen again."
However, Minho wasn't even the slightest bit scared of Seo-Jun. He said, annoyed while trying to maintain a peaceful demeanour, "Yes, sir." Seo-Jun smirked, straightened his posture, and returned to the task of plating breakfast, leaving Minho to wrestle with his rising anger.
Seo-Jun meticulously arranged a plate for Minho filled with vibrant salad, crispy tossed bread smeared with creamy avocado, and three perfectly boiled eggs. But Minho couldn't shake off the feeling of unease. Seo-Jun placed a smaller portion in front of himself and began scrolling through his phone, the silence between them thick with unspoken tension. Minho stared at his plate, brow furrowed in confusion. "Is it poisonous? He's mad at me; there's no chance he made me breakfast out of goodwill." he thought, eyeing the colourful array of food with suspicion.
Seo-Jun, catching the way Minho was poking his food and looking at it as if it were a ticking time bomb, felt a wave of irritation wash over him. "Eat it or leave." he said coldly, his voice low and commanding. Minho flinched at the sharpness in Seo-Jun's tone, his heart racing slightly. He met Seo-Jun's gaze for a brief second, feeling the weight of the challenge in those eyes, then reluctantly shifted his focus back to the food. With a deep breath, he began to eat.
To his surprise, the meal tasted very good, especially given that it was prepared by someone who had likely been raised with many maids who cooked whatever he wanted. Minho couldn't help but feel that the salad was missing something; a sprinkle of salt and a drizzle of olive oil would have made it perfect. A slight smile crept onto his face as he thought to himself, "Well, at least he can cook…"
As Minho continued to eat, he glanced over at Seo-Jun's plate and felt a wave of confusion wash over him. "Why did he give me the bigger portion, though? He used to eat way more than I do." Despite his attempts to eat more, he found himself unable to finish after consuming half of the salad, two boiled eggs, and half of the bread. Realising he was full, he stood up and prepared to put the rest of his meal into a container for later.
Seo-Jun raised an eyebrow and sighed, "You eat like a stray cat. No wonder your ass is this small." Minho felt a surge of anger rising within him, ready to defend himself, but Seo-Jun interrupted his thoughts, saying, "Just give me the rest. I don't want to throw away more food." Minho rolled his eyes in response, muttering quietly, "I was just going to save it for later." Nevertheless, he complied, carefully transferring the remaining food into Seo-Jun's plate.
Afterward, he moved to wash the dishes, the sound of running water filling the kitchen. A few moments later, Seo-Jun approached him, handing over his empty plate along with the remaining utensils from the table. With that, he walked out of the room without saying another word, heading upstairs to take a quick shower and get dressed for work, determined to be ready by 7 a.m.
As Seo-Jun slipped out the door at 6:40 a.m., Minho found himself once again enveloped in the silence of the house. He sank into the couch, his phone in hand, and noticed the missed calls from Seo-Jun—three in total from the previous night. A smirk played on his lips as he thought, "And then he was the one who told me that if I don't pick up the first call, he won't call again. Looks like he did... He is pathetic." The thought brought a bit of amusement, but it quickly faded as he considered the implications of those calls.
Minho leaned back, resting his head against the wall of the couch, pondering Seo-Jun's rush to the racetrack yesterday. "So he was rushing to go to the racetrack yesterday. This means that there might be a problem going on." he mused, the gears in his mind turning. This could be the perfect chance for him to ask Seo-Jun to let him tag along to the racetrack at least once. "It won't be easy convincing him to go, though. I need to find the right time to bring this up." he sighed, feeling the weight of the challenge ahead.
Determined, he straightened his neck and focused on the day ahead. "Well, he didn't say that tonight he will be going there. If he comes home earlier today, I will ask him then." With a sense of resolve building inside him, Minho made a mental note to approach Seo-Jun later that evening. Tonight would be the night he would try once more to persuade him to go to this racetrack.
As the day faded into night, Seo-Jun finally returned home around 11:30 p.m. He walked in, heading straight to his room, barely acknowledging Minho, who was absorbed in his game on the couch, doing nothing all day long except thinking about the plan. Minho's heart raced as he saw Seo-Jun and quickly stood up, making his way to the kitchen, where he began rehearsing his plan over and over in his mind.
After about half an hour, Seo-Jun settled onto the couch, slightly reclined, his laptop resting on his lap. He wore a bathrobe and glasses, looking relaxed yet focused. Minho took a deep breath, reminding himself, "Okay, everything is in the right spot. The motorcycle magazine is on the coffee table, which I'll use to bring up the racetrack. He's in the living room, supposedly working on something on his phone, so he shouldn't get mad easily. This is my chance to ask him casually about going to the racetrack!"
Feeling a mix of nerves and determination, he closed his eyes for a moment and murmured, "Okay, now or never. Again..." With that, he began to walk slowly toward the living room, his mind racing with the possibilities of what could happen next. As he approached the exit of the kitchen, he could feel the tension building in the air, the excitement of the moment pulsing through him. Would Seo-Jun be receptive to the idea? Would they finally let him go to the racetrack and be part of Seo-Jun's team? Minho's heart thumped in his chest as he prepared to take the plunge into the conversation.
However, as soon as Minho made the first step into the living room and saw Seo-Jun's face, he froze on the spot, his cheeks flushing deep red. The sight of Seo-Jun, with his glasses perched on his nose, sent a jolt of unexpected electricity through him. In a flurry of embarrassment, Minho darted into the kitchen, hiding behind the corner, praying that Seo-Jun hadn't noticed his awkward entrance. His heart raced, and he found himself breathing slightly heavier, a pleasurable sensation spreading through him that only intensified his blush.
"GLASSES?! SINCE WHEN IS HE WEARING FREAKING GLASSES?! Is he trying to seduce me by wearing them... BECAUSE IT'S DEFINITELY WORKING!" Minho's thoughts spiralled wildly, his mind a chaotic mix of excitement and disbelief. He struggled to regain his composure, muttering to himself, "Okay, breathe, Minho! Breathe... Remember why you are here." Just as he felt he was starting to steady himself, Seo-Jun's deep, smooth voice sliced through the silence. "I know you are there. I heard you, and I can see your shadow from the corner."
Minho's heart sank as he glanced down, realising his shadow was unmistakably visible, stretching toward the living room where Seo-Jun could easily spot him. He sighed, frustration bubbling up inside him, and closed his eyes, whispering to himself, "Okay, just don't look at his face, and everything will be fine." With a deep breath, he steeled his nerves and turned around, walking slowly, his gaze glued to the ground. He took a seat a respectful distance away from Seo-Jun, deliberately looking aside, yet the words he longed to say about the racetrack remained trapped in his throat. His mind raced with one singular thought: the overwhelming desire to see Seo-Jun's face adorned with those glasses once more.
And without realising it, with the corner of his eye, he stared at Seo-Jun's face, captivated by the way the glasses framed his features. Minho's cheeks burnt a deeper shade of red as he took in the sight, unable to shake the thought that those glasses suited Seo-Jun perfectly. "Those glasses are really making him look... so attractive..." he mused internally, his heart fluttering against his will.
But then, a sigh escaped his lips, heavy with the weight of his conflicting emotions. "Such a handsome face but terrible personality." he thought, feeling the familiar pang of frustration. "It is always like this nowadays... Such a waste of beauty." The irritation bubbled up inside him, prompting a slight roll of his eyes, yet the blush on his cheeks remained stubbornly in place. He turned his gaze away, desperately trying to regain his composure, but the silence around him felt suffocating. Minho remained quiet, lost in the turmoil of his thoughts, torn between continuing to admire Seo-Jun's handsome face and actually carrying out the plan he had been preparing the whole day.