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Min-zero (Part II)

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“I think you might be mistaken, Y/N. The pleasure will be all mine,” Mr. Song says as he finally turns to face you.

Wait. That face. It can’t be.

“You- you!” you exclaim, thrusting a finger in Mr. Song’s direction. You open and close your mouth a few times, unsure of exactly what to say. You’re speechless from the shock. How? What? – What was going on. After a long pause, you erupt into a fit of giggles. You can’t contain yourself so you laugh and laugh until you’re clutching at your sides, unable to stop.

“Good one, Mino,” you wipe a tear from the corner of your eye. “Damn, how did you even come up with that? You were always a good prankster, weren’t you?” you walk around the office trying look for the hidden cameras. You lift up a suspiciously placed snow globe off a bookshelf to inspect it closely.

“I would appreciate if you didn’t touch that Miss Y/N,” Mino warns. You stick your tongue out at him.

“You have to tell me, though. How on earth did you get the CEO of WIN Enterprises to play along?” you look at Mr. Kim sceptically.

“Miss Y/N, I’m appalled at your behaviour!” Mr. Kim looks flabbergasted. “Are you feeling alright?”

“Yeah, yeah, very funny. Now can we please drop the act? There’s no way Min-zero here is actually the CEO of this company,” you retort.

Min-zero was the nickname you gave your high school classmate and number one rival, Song Minho, or Mino, as he wanted everyone to call him. Mino was the archetypical class clown. He never took his studies seriously and instead loved to rap, sleep, or pick on you. Meanwhile, you were class president, valedictorian the year you graduated, and an overall high achiever. Your contrasting personalities was what led to you to begin bullying each other non-stop. Mino hated your perfectionism, the way you never accepted failure, and he especially hated how you always thought you were better than him. You hated that Mino never took anything seriously, the way he had no concept of taking responsibility for his actions, and that he was just generally annoying.

“Now listen here, Miss Y/N. Mr. Song told me that you both were previously acquainted but he assured me that this conflict of interest would not affect either of your abilities to work. However, I will not tolerate abusive language towards an exemplary employee and personal friend. I request that you apologize to Mr. Song immediately or resign if you are not able to cooperate.” Mr. Kim warns you sternly.

“Sir, I would appreciate if you could give Y/N and myself some time to talk in private. This must be a shock to her. We haven’t seen each other since we graduated high school,” Mino interjects before you say something that would land you in even bigger trouble.

“Alright, you may,” Mr. Kim sighs. This was getting to be too dramatic for him to handle at his old age. Before he leaves, he leans into Mino’s ear and you hear him whispering “don’t be afraid to call security if you need to.” That little.

When you and Mino are finally left inside the office by yourselves, reality begins to dawn on you. It was awkwardly quiet. Why was no one was yelling “Surprise! Gotcha!” or pointing out hidden cameras? You pinch yourself. Okay, so you weren’t dreaming either; Song Mino was actually the new CEO of WIN. Fuck. But how? You look Mino up and down, seeing him properly for the first time.

He’s changed a lot since high school. Now he is tall and handsome, with shoulders broader than you remember them. He fills out his perfectly tailored designer suit nicely. His skin is smooth and his acne had cleared up completely since you last saw him. His jet black hair is styled perfectly, lightly swept up to reveal his forehead. Mino’s most defining feature, his prominent eyebrows, are the same as you had remembered. Except one of them is now raised as he looks at you questioningly.

“Y/N, I asked if you’re okay,” his voice brings you out of your own thoughts.

“Okay? How could I be okay? I’m confused as hell,” you storm up to him. “How are you the CEO? How am I your assistant? What the hell happened to you after high school?” you jab your finger into his chest with every question. He grabs your wrist to stop you and the action catches you off guard. He smirks, relieved to be able to have shut you up for at least a minute.

“Have a seat and I’ll explain everything,” he says coolly. “Want anything to drink?” He asks.

“Some water would be nice,” you say quietly. He pours you a glass from a water filter sitting near his desk.

“Okay… where to begin?” Mino leans back in his chair and loosens his tie. “It’s nice to see you after such a long time, Y/N,” he peers at you curiously.

“I can’t say the same,” you bite back.

Mino reaches into his desk drawers to pull out a few magazines and tosses them onto the table in front of you. They read “Minute Magazine’s 30 under 30”, “Borbes Rising Stars” and so on. One of them even has a glossy, front cover picture of Mino standing in front of a large building, dressed sharply and sporting a winning smile. You rifle through them; you get the picture. Mino is rich and famous now, apparently.

“After high school, I founded an internet start-up. I grew the business until it was too much for me and my small staff of fifteen to run by ourselves, so I sold it to the founder of WIN Enterprises. He liked my ideas for the future of the company and wanted to hire me. He wanted me to at least have a college education before I start working here, so he paid for me to study at Columbia University in the US. I finished my undergrad and MBA, came back to Korea and started working here as a low level employee. I had to work my way up the ranks so I could gain experience and last month, I was appointed as CEO. That’s the short and sweet version, I guess.”

Your mouth hangs open in disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding me! You went to Columbia? You were literally the least motivated person I’d ever met back in high school. You always got zeroes! That’s why I fucking called you Min-zero all the time,” you shout.

“People change,” Mino shrugs. “I’m surprised you haven’t.”

“So why did you hire me? So that you could brag and show off how much more successful you’ve become than me? Well, congratulations, you got what you wanted. Now can I please leave?” you get up and angrily gather your things, prepared to leave. You weren’t going to lie, the fact that Mino had become so successful injured your pride, a lot.

Mino quickly rises to his feet. “No!” it comes out a lot louder than he anticipates. He clears his throat, trying to regain his composure. “No, that’s not why I hired you. I honestly do need a personal secretary and I know you need a job. I thought this might help us get over our old childhood feud. I saw your name in the list of applicants and thought that by having Mr. Kim interview you, you’d accept the job. You’re also more than qualified.”

You laugh sardonically. “Forget it. I don’t need this job if it means working for you.” You turn on your heels and march towards the door.

“Then- then- I’ll fire you before you resign!” Mino shouts, unsure of himself. You freeze in your tracks.

“Wait… is he even allowed to do that?” you think to yourself. This just became a matter of ego. You’ve never been fired from a job and you weren’t about to let it happen now. You turn and face him with a glare, weighing your options in your mind.

“I- I’ll pay you well,” he adds. “Plus a huge holiday bonus. And the company will cover insurance, too.”

You lift an eyebrow. Why was this guy trying so hard to keep you here? Then it suddenly occurs to you that this might be worth it; Mino would pay you better than any other company could, plus you could keep your prestigious title as executive assistant at WIN. You just had to tolerate his annoying ass for a little while, but you’d get used to it eventually, right?

“I’ll think about it. Give me a day and I’ll let you know what I decide,” you say.

“Really? Okay, perfect. Give me your cellphone,” he strides over to you and holds out his hand. Standing this close to him, you notice how tall he really is.

“For what?” you ask, backing up away from him.

“I’ll put my number in it so that you can call me.” He takes your phone out of your hand, puts in his number, and hands it back to you. “I’ll be looking forward to hearing from you,” he smiles.

That night you go home and think about everything that had transpired in Mino’s office. You had never expected to be put in such a situation. Given your turbulent history with Mino, you weren’t sure if working as his personal assistant was such a good idea. But a part of you was also curious to see how he lived now, years after high school, and if he was really cut out to be the CEO. Besides, you weren’t teenagers anymore. You both were mature adults who were capable of working in the same building without ripping each other’s heads off… right?

You scroll through the contacts on your phone trying to find Mino’s number, unsure of what he had saved it as. You roll your eyes when you see “Your boss CEO Song” at the end of your contacts list. You change it to “That Min0 Bastard”.

You: okay, I’ll work for you >.>

You definitely couldn’t back out now. Quitting was no longer an option for you. You send the message and head to sleep.

The next morning, you wake up to incessant pinging coming from your phone. You look over at the alarm clock groggily. Ugh, who the hell was messaging you at 5:30 in the morning? You unlock your phone to find several messages and missed calls from Mino.

That Min0 Bastard: Y/N where are you?? I need you to help prepare the reports for our meeting with a sponsor company this afternoon. That Min0 Bastard: You need to come into the office ASAP. That Min0 Bastard: Y/N pick up your phone!!!

You almost fall out of your bed. Was he serious? You didn’t know that you had to be at the office early this morning. This was supposed to be your first official day and you were already late! You haphazardly get dressed and skip breakfast to rush to work as fast as you can. You're vaguely aware that you look like a mess but you hope you can sort out your hair and makeup situation as soon as you got a bathroom break.

You race into the building and only stop running when you reach the door to Mino’s office. You try to collect yourself as much as you can before you enter his office.

“Ah Y/N, there you are,” Mino looks up from his laptop when he sees you entering. Beep! He presses a button on his watch. “Half an hour. Not bad, but you can do better,” he says, impressed.

“What are you talking about?” you ask, still panting from the exertion.

“Oh, I just wanted to see how long it would take you to get here from home if there really was an emergency. Don’t worry, there’s no meeting today. This is just to be prepared,” he says nonchalantly. Anger bubbles up to your throat.

“Are you kidding me?! I didn’t even get to eat breakfast!” you yell. Mino looks unfazed.

“Get yourself something from the cafeteria. I’ll give you ten minutes,” his attention has already returned back to his laptop. “Get me something too while you’re at it.”

You’re completely speechless. Just yesterday it seemed like you were going to have the upper hand in this game. Mino had seemed like he was negotiating with you, almost desperately, to keep you as his secretary. But that Mino was not the one in front of you now. The person sitting in front of you was someone you needed to be wary of. Rather than fighting with him and losing any precious time, you decide to save the battle for later. Right now, you just wanted to eat something and drink some coffee to wake yourself up. You storm down to the cafeteria.

You wait in line at the breakfast bar to get something quick to eat. There, you spot the guy that had run into you the day before.

“Oh, Y/N! Nice to see you. How is everything so far?” Seungyoon asks as cheerfully as he can, despite looking like he hasn’t slept in ages.

“Ugh, don’t even ask. Turns out, CEO Song is my new boss,” you grimace. You’re debating whether you should tell him that you knew Mino from before, but you decide that nobody really needed to know about your history. “You were right, he’s a total monster.”

“Ah, I’m sorry to hear that…” he sympathizes. “But I’m also not sorry,” he adds with a playful smile. You look at him quizzically. “I’m actually glad that we’re going to be working together from now on.” He beams at you. “Want me to buy you a coffee to celebrate?” he offers.

You feel the tension that had built up from the morning dissipate a little. You were grateful that you would have a friend going into this ridiculous situation, that someone was on your team.

“Are you finished with the translation, Y/N?” Mino asks, not looking up from the documents splayed across his rich, mahogany desk. You had been standing in front of his desk with the papers in your hand, waiting for him to acknowledge your presence for the last ten minutes.

“Yes, and here is the travel itinerary of Mr. Leblanc as well as the list of his food preferences. I will be there to personally receive him at the airport tomorrow.” That should shut him up for a little while, you think. Maybe now is a good opportunity to ask Mino if you could go home a little early today. It’s been two weeks since you started and you’ve spent every single evening in the office. It was getting quite suffocating being around him every single day and you were growing tired of biting your tongue each time he said something that would annoy you. You broach the topic carefully. “If that’ll be all, I’m going to get going. I have a few other commitments tonight,” you say before backing up to the door, ready to make your escape. Just before you can get one foot out the door, Mino speaks up.

“Hold on a sec,” Mino looks up at you. What on Earth could he have you do now? You’ve literally finished everything that needed to be done. He gets up from his desk and walks in front of it to face you, leaning back against the wooden surface. He folds his arms over his chest and cocks his head to one side. His eyes wander around your face, inspecting you. “You’ll do anything, right?” he asks after a long pause.

“W-What?”

His gaze seems to penetrate you.

“To keep this job. To not be fired… you’ll do anything, right?” His voice drops an octave making a shiver travel down your spine. He takes a step towards you. You start to panic at his sudden transformation. Mino’s words were overtly laced with a darker implication. What did this creep want from you? Surely he didn’t mean… that? Oh my god.

“What do you mean. What-what are you trying to say?” you squeak out. Mino was now less than an arms length away from your squirming self and seemed to get closer and closer. You never knew about this side of him until now. Was he always a playboy? Did he only hire you to get into your pants? Would this turn into angry revenge sex? You were mortified – not only because of the current position you were in – but also by the fact that you were seriously contemplating having angry revenge sex with your boss.

“I need you-” he whispers seductively. He moves closer and closer.

What should you do now? Scream? Run out of the office? You don’t trust either your voice or legs to save you now as they seemed incapable of following your brain’s instructions. Did you still have that bottle of pepper spray in your purse? Without taking your eyes off of Mino, you try to snake your hand into your purse to root around for it. He tilts his head down towards yours. His face is getting dangerously close and you still haven’t found the pepper spray. The spicy-sweet smell of his aftershave tickles your nostrils and makes your head swim. Then, his eyes flick down to your mouth. Mayday. MAYDAY. You eyes reflexively fluttered shut.

His lips moves past your face and whispers into your ear, making you flinch. “-To drop and give me fifty.”

“What-” you gasp as your eyes fly open. “What the fuck, Mino?!” you shout over his howling laughter. He’s doubled over and clutching his stomach, unable to stop snickering. You were getting serious dèja vu from your high school days. Embarrassed and thoroughly shaken up, you immediately ball your hands into fists and begin swinging at him. “You asshole!!!”

He holds his hands up, easily protecting himself from your punches, but you begin pounding your fists into his palms. Mino can’t stop laughing and his laughter is so contagious that, unbeknownst to you, your whines transform into hiccupping giggles while tears spring up into your eyes.

“That wasn’t funny, loser!” you laugh. It takes both of you a good five minutes to stop the fits of giggles, and when it dies down, it’s replaced by a heavy air of awkwardness. You realize that in order to maintain a standard of professionalism, secretaries ought not to be this comfortable around their bosses, nor call them “assholes”. You take a step back from him and smooth down your pantsuit. Mino’s expression is unreadable, and his face is tinged bright pink – probably from all the laughing that took the wind out of you both.

“W-well, if that will be all,” you start to say. Mino looks away from you and simply waves a hand in your direction, dismissing you.

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ibsul-jin · 6 years

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Min-zero (part I)

Genre: enemies to lovers

Pairing: CEO!Mino x reader

Summary: Loosely based off of the Taiwanese drama “Refresh Man”. Roles are reversed when you start working as your high school nemesis’ personal assistant.

Word count: 1.7k (the next parts will hopefully be longer)

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Your eyes fly open and land on the alarm clock sitting on top of the beside table. It reads 5:30 am.

You rip off the covers and jump out of bed. “You still have 3 hours to be at the office ready for your first day of work. Perfect!” you think. Being the perfectionist you are, you already have all of your work clothes neatly ironed and hanging off the door to your bathroom. You quickly shower, straighten your hair, get dressed and eat a healthy breakfast of muesli and fruit before you’re out the door a whole hour before you need to be. “A perfect start to what will be a perfect day.”

You arrive outside the office building you’re supposed to be working in. It’s a 40-storey skyscraper with “WIN ENTERPRISES” in huge, gleaming letters at the very top. You stare up at the building, awe-struck, until you’re suddenly being slammed into from behind. You fall to the ground hard, and your handbag’s contents are scattered all over the pavement. You’re pretty sure you scraped your palms and knees judging from the sting, but you blink back any tears that threaten to ruin your makeup.

“I’M SO SORRY!” you hear from above you. The offender sticks out a hand to help you up to your feet. “I didn’t mean to run into you. I was just on the phone with my boss and he was threatening to fire me if I wasn’t in his office in five minutes. That’s why I was running so fast,” he explains. The man looked genuinely apologetic. He was probably around your age, you figured, with dark hair and puffy lips. “He’s pretty cute”, you think, “but there’s no room for distractions, Y/N. You’ve got to get your head in the game.”

“You look like you’re new here,” the man observes.

“Yes, it’s actually my first day,” you reply, smoothing out any creases that could’ve formed on your skirt and blazer.

“My name is Kang Seungyoon. I work for CEO Song,” he introduces himself with a handshake. “I really hope you don’t have the misfortune of meeting him.”

“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you. Song? I don’t think I’m supposed to be working for him. What a relief.” Luckily, your boss was an older gentleman named CEO Kim. He had interviewed you himself for the position of his personal secretary a few weeks ago and was extremely impressed with your resume and interview skills. That being said, you were sure that, if you had to, you would be able to handle Mr. Song- or whatever his name was. You always put your 200% into anything you did and no boss ever disliked you, ever. Especially any man over the age of 65; the grandfather types, like Kim and Song, always found you well-mannered and charming.

“Well, I better be going before I get fired. See you around, Y/N. Good luck with your first day– I hope you enjoy working at WIN!” he jogs backwards toward the entrance, waving at you.

You pick up your belongings from the ground and make your way inside the building. You were always prepared for small mishaps like this one, that’s why you left an hour early. Inside, you are greeted by a palatial, marble-tiled lobby bustling with office-goers arriving for their shift. Off to the side, you spot four sets of elevators hard at work, transporting waves and waves of workers up the tower to their respective departments. You make your way to the front desk, still awestruck by the grandeur of the whole place.

“Hi, I’m here to see Mr. Kim. I’m his new secretary,” you tell the receptionist. She’s looks prim, as someone at the front desk of such a big company should, but also friendly.

“Let’s see... Ah, you must be Miss Y/N. You can take those elevators to the 39th floor. I’ll call and let them know you’re on your way up,” she says. You thank her and make your way to the elevators.

While you wait for the doors to open, you happen to overhear a conversation between two office workers, a male and a female, who are standing a few feet from you.

“Did you finish your report? He’s going to kill you if you don’t have it by today’s meeting,” you hear the female whisper harshly.

“Yeah, I finished it. It took me a week of all-nighters, too.” You hear a man tiredly reply. “Like it even matters. Song is probably going to rip it apart at the meeting and tell me to re-do it anyway.” The man rubs at his temples.

“That’s just awful,” you think, horrified. “What kind of monster needs a week of all-nighters to finish a measly report? He was probably just putting it off until the last minute,” you scoff to yourself. This Song guy must simply be tired of inefficient employees. He couldn’t be the fiend that people were making him out to be for no reason. Otherwise, how could he be a top executive at one of the most influential companies in Asia? Whatever, it wasn’t any of your concern.

By the time you’ve snapped out of your thoughts, you’ve arrived at the 39th floor. You file out of the elevator alongside the man and woman you were eavesdropping on. People working for the CEOs must all be on the same floor, you figure. What doesn’t cross your mind is why there were two people in the position of CEO at the same company. There’s a front desk on this floor too, with a secretary seated behind it. The secretary is a woman who seemed to be in her mid-thirties and is just as prim and proper as the one in the lobby.

“Hello, my name is Y/N. I’m Mr. Kim’s new secretary,” you introduce yourself. You hesitate but then add on, “Are you, by any chance, Mr. Song’s secretary?” as politely as you can.

“I think you might have gotten that completely backwards,” she laughs good-naturedly. “I’m Deborah, Mr. Kim’s secretary. Here, I’ll show you to his office.”

You were thoroughly confused but it was your first day and you were too nervous to try and correct her. Either way, you were now on your way to Mr. Kim’s office where you hoped that the confusion would be sorted out promptly.

When you arrive, you hear a muted conversation coming from beyond a large wooden door that says “CEO ____’s office” with the letters in between missing.

“Mr. Kim? Miss Y/N, the new secretary, is here to see you,” Deborah knocks on the door.

“Ah yes, Y/N. We were just talking about her. Send her in, Deborah,” you hear Mr. Kim call from inside the office. Talking about you? Exhaling deeply, you mentally prepare yourself for your first real interaction with your new boss. “You can do this Y/N, you’ve got this,” you psych yourself up. You open the door slowly.

You look around the huge office. One wall is completely filled with bookshelves made of rich mahogany teeming with books about commerce, law and such. There is an expensive-looking leather couch off to the other side. The office has a lot of eye-catching, swanky decor, but the real focal point of the room is the expansive, mahogany desk on the far side of the room. Beyond the desk are floor-to-ceiling windows, offering the room the most exquisite view of Seoul that you could ever imagine. There is a man standing in front of the windows (taking in the view, you suppose) and you can’t get a good look at his face because his back is turned to you. You do, however, instantly recognize Mr. Kim’s kindly face as he greets you with excitement.

“How lovely to see you again, Miss Y/N. Welcome to your first day at WIN enterprises,” he extends his arm towards you.

“I can’t thank you enough for this opportunity, sir. I look forward to serving you to the best of my efforts,” you vigorously shake his hand, hoping to convey how serious you were about your job.

“That is precisely what I was hoping to talk to you about. It isn’t me who you will be serving from today. It’s CEO Song,” he gestures toward the man at the window who is still facing away from you. What? Mr. Song? What was happening? You were getting more and more confused by the minute but you wouldn’t let anything break your composure.

“I’m sorry, sir. I don’t think I quite understand what’s happening,” you reply coolly. “I was under the impression that I was hired to be your personal secretary.”

“I was conducting the interviews on Mr. Song’s behalf as he was very busy with his change in position. You see, I’m getting quite old and am unable to keep up with WIN Enterprises’ growing demands as a highly competitive force in the current Asian market. Mr. Song is more youthful, resourceful and a better leader than I. Therefore, I will be managing a subsidiary of the WIN group and Mr. Song will be replacing me as the new CEO of WIN. I will also be taking Deborah with me to my new placement. She has been my personal secretary for the last eight years and it would be hard for me to lose such a trustworthy employee. You, my dear, will be helping Mr. Song with his daily needs so that he can focus his efforts into running this company to the best of his abilities.” Well that was a plot twist, to say the least. It takes you a minute or two to wrap your head around the sudden change of events. “I hope this doesn’t change things for you, does it Miss Y/N?” Mr. Kim enquires after a few minutes of awkward silence.

“I- I understand, sir,” you finally reply. “I can definitely handle this. I promise to serve Mr. Song as well as I possibly can,” you turn to Mr. Song. “It will be my pleasure.”

“I think you might be mistaken, Y/N. The pleasure will be all mine,” Mr. Song says as he finally turns to face you.

Wait. That face. It can’t be.

#winner scenarios #mino scenarios #song mino scenarios #song minho #series

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