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Jisung is a CEO of a big company in South Korea. He is dressed up very expensive and sit down in a café. A younger boy like 22 walk to him to write down Jisung's order. What the boy didn't know that Jisung is rich as fuck. But Jisung is having a problem, his mother wants that he is dating someone and the problem is he said he is already dating someone. He is in one week at his parents house without a partner. He needs a partner in one week. The boy stand at the table and smiles friendly. "Hello, what do you want to order?"
On his uniform stands the name Minho in thin letters. Jisung sigh remembering that he has a mission to do. "A normal black coffee please." Minho scribbled quickly on his notepad, his pen moving almost too fast to follow. "Got it! One black coffee," he said brightly, glancing up at Jisung with a friendly smile.
There was something about the way Jisung carried himself—calm, poised, and unmistakably wealthy—that made Minho hesitate for a fraction of a second. But he shook it off. He had taken orders from all kinds of people; this was just another day.
Jisung, meanwhile, stared at the ceiling for a moment, sighing internally. One week.
One week to convince his parents he had someone special. A fake girlfriend, just for appearances. The thought of explaining this to Minho, the seemingly harmless barista standing right in front of him, made him grit his teeth.
"I... also need—" Jisung paused, realizing how absurd this sounded—"a muffin. Chocolate chip. Large." He forced a polite smile, hoping Minho wouldn't notice the tightness in his jaw.
Minho nodded eagerly. "Perfect, I'll get that right out for you. Anything else?"
Jisung shook his head. "No, that's all."
As Minho turned to walk away, Jisung felt a sudden pang of hesitation. Could this kid... maybe help? But no, he pushed the thought aside.
He needed someone who could pretend to be his partner—someone convincing. Minho, cheerful and unaware, seemed like the last person he'd involve in such a messy plan.
Still, when Minho smiled over his shoulder and said, "I'll be back with your order soon! Have a nice day, sir!" Jisung couldn't help but think—maybe luck had just... dropped something unexpected in his lap.
A few minutes later, Minho returned with a tray, placing the black coffee and muffin neatly in front of Jisung. His smile was friendly, effortless—completely unaware of the storm brewing in the man sitting across from him.
Jisung took a careful sip of his coffee, then leaned back, steeling himself. "Listen... I have a... bit of an unusual request," he began, choosing his words like a chess player planning a risky move.
Minho tilted his head, curious. "Oh? I'm listening."
Jisung swallowed. "I need someone to... pretend to be my boyfriend."
Minho blinked. "Wait... what?"
"My parents expect me to be in a relationship," Jisung explained, keeping his voice calm, though every word made him squirm inside. "I... don't currently have a partner. And I need someone to... fill the role for one week."
Minho froze mid-smile, staring at him. "You... want me to pretend to be your boyfriend?"
"Yes," Jisung said, fighting the urge to groan at how ridiculous it sounded. "For one week. You'd be compensated generously... and any expenses covered."
Minho's eyes widened, then he leaned back slightly, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "So let me get this straight... A rich, mysterious CEO hires a barista to pretend to be his boyfriend... This is your life now, huh?"
"Exactly," Jisung said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm running out of options. My parents can't know the truth. And time is... very short."
Minho tapped his pen against the notepad thoughtfully. "Hmm... you know, this could be... interesting. One week, you said?"
Jisung nodded, wary. "Yes. One week. That's all I need."
Minho smirked. "Alright, but there are rules. If I'm going to be your 'boyfriend,' there has to be... boundaries, perks, maybe even a little fun."
Jisung groaned inwardly. Boundaries? Fun? I just need a cover story... But the corner of his lips twitched. Somehow, he had a feeling that this week was about to be a lot more complicated—and a lot more entertaining—than he had planned. Minho returned to Jisung's table, carrying the tray with careful precision. He set the black coffee and muffin down and smiled brightly, trying to appear casual. "Here you go. One black coffee and a chocolate chip muffin, large," he said.
Jisung nodded, keeping his composure perfectly, as if sipping coffee with a stranger was the most mundane thing in the world. Inside, though, he was calculating—how quickly could he get Minho to agree to his ridiculous plan?
Minho sat down opposite him, placing his notepad on the table. He tried to act normal, casually leaning back in his chair and pretending to take an interest in the café's ambient décor. He smiled at nothing in particular, twirling his pen absentmindedly.
"So... nice weather today, huh?" he said.
Jisung raised a brow. "Yes. Mild. Pleasant."
Minho nodded enthusiastically, then hesitated. He noticed the crisp cut of Jisung's suit, the gleam of his watch, the subtle weight of expensive cologne. He cleared his throat, trying to shift gears. "So... uh... do you come here often?"
Jisung blinked slowly, staring at him as if weighing how much to reveal. "Occasionally," he said, taking a measured sip of his coffee.
Minho chuckled nervously, then tried to make a smooth transition, hoping to maintain an air of casual friendliness. "I work here, so... kind of a given, I guess. Lots of people come and go. Busy place. Busy people."
Jisung tilted his head slightly. "I can see that."
Minho forced a smile, but it started to falter. Okay, act natural. You're fine. Just a normal customer interaction... nothing weird... He shifted in his seat, trying to relax, but the tension in the air made it impossible. Every time he opened his mouth, the words stumbled out in awkward bursts.
"You... uh... like coffee?" Minho asked, tapping the table nervously.
"I do," Jisung said, eyebrow raised slightly, "but I prefer it simple. Black."
Minho laughed a little too loudly, quickly covering it with a cough. "Right. Black coffee. Simple. Got it. Totally normal."
Jisung's gaze softened just slightly, though he didn't break his calm demeanor. He could tell Minho was struggling—trying desperately to act normal but failing spectacularly. Every smile, every pause, every glance was a tiny signal of something genuine under the casual façade.
Minho pushed his chair back an inch, then forward again, like a pendulum, unsure whether he should sit, stand, or run. "So... um... any plans today?" he asked, fumbling for words.
Jisung leaned back, watching him carefully, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "None," he said simply, taking a sip of his coffee. "Which is why I'm enjoying this moment of peace... before things get complicated."
Minho nodded quickly, then tried to keep his composure, but he couldn't stop the subtle blush creeping up his neck. Every time he looked at Jisung, he felt this weird mixture of nerves and curiosity. He tried to appear perfectly normal—laughing at the right times, nodding like he understood—but with Jisung sitting so composed across from him, his own efforts to stay casual fell apart entirely.
Finally, Minho set down his pen with a soft clack and let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "Okay... yeah, I... I can't do normal. You're... you're just... really intimidating."
Jisung's lips curved into a small, amused smile. "Intimidating?" he asked, eyebrow slightly raised.
"Yeah," Minho admitted, leaning back and running a hand through his hair, still trying to act casual but failing spectacularly. "I mean... you're rich, powerful, confident... and I'm just... me. A barista. Trying to seem normal. It's not working."
For the first time, Jisung laughed—a soft, quiet sound that made Minho's chest tighten. "I see," he said, still smiling. "Well... sometimes failing to be normal is more interesting than being perfectly composed."
Minho blinked, his nervousness mixing with something else he couldn't quite name. "I guess... maybe it's not so bad," he said, a small, shy grin tugging at his lips. "As long as... you don't mind me failing spectacularly at normal."
Jisung's smile widened just slightly, eyes glinting with amusement—and something else, something dangerous in its subtlety. "Not at all," he said, leaning back, letting the tension linger. "In fact... it might make things more fun."
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