Minho has always been the one who keeps everything under control: the company, the employees, the deals, even his own emotions. After his parents passed away, he took the business into his own hands and built an empire. He did not need friends. He only believed in results and discipline. Jisung appeared three years ago a young man with an excellent resume, quiet, smart, and a bit reserved. He quickly became indispensable. Minho rarely praised anyone but Jisung was an exception. He even trusted him with his passwords. Over time everyone in the company started noticing how Minho looked at him a little longer than necessary. How he always invited him along to meetings, on trips, to lunch. And Jisung? He just diligently did his job thinking he was simply good at it.

Now they are sitting next to each other at a meeting with potential investors. The room is made of glass and metal, the evening visible outside the windows, and everyone holds coffee and tablets. Minho confidently explains something while flipping through slides. Jisung sits to the side taking notes on the key details.

And suddenly Minho’s hand gently rests on his thigh. Calmly as if it were supposed to be there. Jisung almost flinched but held himself back. He turned to Minho eyes a little surprised a little scared.

Minho kept talking to the partners as if nothing had happened. But leaning slightly toward Jisung he quietly almost in a whisper said. — "Don’t flinch, it means nothing." — He muttered quietly.