Say My Name | A Minsung Fan-Fiction

chapter one

When I finally arrived at Anaïs, I made a beeline for the bathroom and attempted to dust myself off. I splashed my face with cold water and slicked my hair back with my hands, trying my best to look halfway presentable. I readjusted my tie and tried to dab my sweat away with paper towels but it was no use. I rushed out of the bathroom and approached the secretary at the front desk, trying to calm my hyperventilated breaths.

I must look like a madman right now..

"What do you need?" The secretary asked me, lowering her reading glasses and looking at me up and down with a grimace.

"I'm here for my interview with Lee Minho," I said, then deciding to correct myself, "I mean Minho Lee or whatever, you guys do things differently here in America."

"Oh, you're his 9'o clock?" The woman asked me, her look of disdain turning to contentment. "Mr. Lee has been expecting you!"

"Where's his office?" I asked her with a polite smile on my face. "Sorry if I look like I got hit by a bus, I ran here."

The woman at the desk who's name was apparently Karen M. according to her name-tag looked around for a moment before pointing at a man who was walking by with a stack of papers, "Seungmin, honey, can you do me a favor?"

The man walked over to her and said, "What's up?"

"Can you show this man to Mr. Lee's office? He's expecting him," The woman said, smiling at him.

"Anything for you," The man joked with her, causing her to laugh. He began walking with me and asked me, "Are you here for the personal assistant opening?"

"Yeah, I am," I said, still trying to calm myself from my run. "Your name's Seungmin, right?"

Seungmin chuckled, "Yeah, it is. What's yours?"

"My name's Jisung Han but I usually just go by Han," I said. "I'd put my hand out for you to shake but your hands are full and mine are sweaty."

"Did you run here?" Seungmin asked me, trying to stifle a laugh. "You look like shit, dude."

"You would not believe the morning I've had."

"If you get the job your mornings are never going to get any better," Seungmin said, chuckling. "I think I'd rather shoot myself in the fucking face than be Mr. Lee's personal assistant."

"That's vivid," I joked, causing him to laugh. "What's so bad about him, though?"

"For starters, I've never seen that guy smile or laugh, ever. I mean ever ever too," Seungmin said. We reached the elevator as people were exiting and he put the floor number in. Before the door could close, a man with parted black hair rushed in. "Oh, hey Changbin."

"I want to strangle Mr. Lee," The man named Changbin mumbled with a sour look on his face. "I fucking hate that guy."

"See what I mean?" Seungmin said, his face twisting. "He's the worst."

The man stuck his hand out for me to shake and said, "I'm Changbin."

"I'm sweaty," I shook my head. "Wait, no. My name is Han and my hand is sweaty, you don't want to shake it."

Changbin retracted his hand and laughed, "You good, dude?"

"I fucking ran here," I sighed. "This morning has been shit."