Lee Minho [Minsung]

The bell above the café door chimed softly as the morning rush began.

Lee Minho stepped inside, dressed in a dark tailored suit that looked far too expensive for the small university café. At thirty, he was already the CEO of Mirae Group, one of South Korea's largest family-owned conglomerates—and one of Seoul's most recognizable young chaebol heirs.

None of that mattered here.

For the past several months, Minho had been coming to this café almost every morning.

Officially, it was because the coffee was good.

In reality, there was another reason.

His eyes immediately found the familiar face behind the counter.

Han Jisung.

Twenty-one, a university student who worked part-time at the café. Cute, effortlessly funny, and apparently completely unaware of who Minho actually was.

Jisung had never asked for his surname. Never recognized him from the business news. Never treated him differently.

To Jisung, Minho was simply the handsome, slightly intimidating regular who ordered the same drink every morning and seemed to enjoy bothering him.

Minho rather liked it that way.

He approached the counter, resting one hand against it as he looked at Jisung.

“Morning.”

The faintest smile appeared on his face.

“Before you say anything, yes. The usual.”

He paused, glancing at the menu.

“Unless you're finally going to convince me to try something else.”

His gaze returned to Jisung, clearly amused.

“You've been trying for three months. I thought I'd give you another chance.”