The next morning came quickly. Taemin was so tired that he fell asleep immediately. During breakfast Minho gave him the address. Onew should drive him. However, he should wait for Minho, so they'd appear together. Luckily, Taemin managed to go shopping before dinner. He asked Onew about Woo Bin. He had gone to jail for malicious injury. The guy he'd beaten up had turned out to be a policeman. Without the influence of his father, he certainly would get more than 12 months. Onew told him that until 9 months ago Woo Bin had still been Mr. Choi's successor and whom Kim Kibum was supposed to marry. However, Kibum's father didn't accept a postponement for 12 months, therefore Minho had taken Woo Bin's place. To sum up, Minho's becoming the heir was thanks to Kibum. Now Taemin understood why Minho treated him so badly. Minho probably thought he'd have to prove his leader's skills. Taemin's presence must constantly remind Minho of that.

"...not everyone is born to be the only heir like you, lucky bastard. Some people have to protect their position from their brothers..." Taemin remembered Minho's words. Now everything made sense.

"I don't like this whole thing. You'll be in there with three of the most dangerous men of Seoul," Onew said as they drove into the garage. The Japanese restaurant was on the seventh floor of a 12-storey building. Though, on the ground floor, there was an express elevator to the restaurant.

"Nothing is gonna happen. It's just a dinner." Taemin tried to calm Onew down. Onew had always been the big brother he never had; caring, overprotective, and strict.

It didn't take long until Minho's car was in sight. Gangster or not, Minho was always punctual. He seemed to discuss something with his chauffeur before getting out.

"Onew, did you know Woo Bin came out earlier?" Minho asked while his driver parked the car.

"I just heard some rumors yesterday," Onew replied. Of course he was informed, if the son of a powerful crime syndicate's leader was released from prison. The police had Woo Bin shadowed, but after the second day they had lost him.

"I want you to find out what my brother did the last 6 days."

"Understood."

"Right now," Minho demanded as Onew didn't move.

"Now? Shouldn't I wait to drive Kibum home?" Onew asked.

"No, you do what I say." Minho knew he wasn't attentive, and yet he noticed Onew's glance which was addressed to "Kibum." As if they could communicate telepathically. It displeased him how close these two had become in such a short time. But he was sure that what he felt wasn't jealousy. At least that was what he thought.

As Onew drove away, there were only Taemin and him left in the deserted garage. It was fascinating how quiet such a place could be. Minho thought he could hear his own breathing.

"My father expects us to be a real married couple," Minho said as he reached for Taemin's hand; as though he needed an explanation. It surprised Taemin how warm Minho's hand was, how such warmth could be created by such a cold person.

"So I should pretend we're in love?" That was more of a statement than a question.

"You're not that stupid, huh?" Taemin wondered if Minho was able to compliment others.

"Is your father traditional?" Taemin asked as they stepped in the elevator.

"You think a man who makes his son marry another man is traditional?"

"Then why doesn't he accept a fictitious marriage?"

"You always ask this many questions?"

"Well, I don't want to be stupid, right?" Taemin said and Minho looked at him in disbelief, as if he wasn't used to sarcasm. For a brief moment Taemin thought he saw Minho smile. Someone with such a beautiful smile should do it more often, he thought.
The Japanese room that was reserved for them was empty as they both arrived. Time passed and there was still no sign of the others. Obviously punctuality didn't run in the family.

"Why do you hate your brother so much?" Taemin asked. Minho wasn't a talkative person. However, Taemin wasn't going to sit there and endure the unnecessary awkward silences.

"Because he is a conniving liar," Minho said.

"What did he lie about?"

"Everything that comes out of his mouth is a lie. You can't trust him," Minho warned.

"Ok? Do you have other siblings?"

"I have a younger brother." Three sons? Taemin asked himself whether Mr. Choi wanted a daughter.

"Is he coming today?"

"No." Taemin noticed that Minho had the habit to say only what was necessary, since Minho had answered every question as short as possible.

"Why not?" Taemin didn't give up. One must be able to carry on a conversation with this man, right? The questioning didn't seem to bother Minho though.

"He is at a boarding school."

"How old is he?"

Just then Woo Bin and Mr. Choi came into the room and all of sudden Minho's mood dropped. Yet, he feigned a smile.

"Hello Mr. Choi, Mrs. Choi isn't coming?" Taemin asked after greeting. Woo Bin had hugged him and Minho didn't like it either.

"By now you should call us mom and dad, don't you think?" Minho's father said.

"You're right. I still have to get used to it." Taemin apologized and corrected himself.

"Is mom not coming?"

"Moms," said Minho. Moms? Plural?

"Woo Bin's mother has made ​ a habit of not answering the phone when father calls. My mother is shopping somewhere in Europe. And Yoogeun's mother, let me guess, she doesn't want to have dinner with the sons of others while her own is at a boarding school?" Minho had lost control.

"Stop it right now," Mr. Choi demanded while Woo Bin tried to hide his laughter. At least someone was amused. Though Taemin wasn't sure why. Because of Minho's little speech or because his brother was being yelled at.

"I'm sure she just wanted us to have a boys night out." Taemin tried to extinguish the fire and he succeeded. Mr. Choi looked at him like his father always did when he was proud of him.

"Let's order. I hope you like sushi, Kibum."

"Yes, I do. As long as it isn't raw fish."

"Oh don't worry, the menu is enormous." Woo Bin said.

"That's great. Do you like sushi, Minho?" Taemin turned to Minho.

He did his best to involve Minho in the conversation. It was anything but easy. Minho was really... really no man for a talk. Apart from that, the dinner was unexpectedly pleasant. If he didn't know better, he would never take Mr. Choi for the most dangerous man in Seoul. Although he was well built and looked serious most of the time he was, like Woo Bin, charming and funny. Clearly Minho hadn't inherited these characteristics.

Now that Taemin got to know Minho's big half-brother better he thought that he liked him. Woo Bin had the same humor as Taemin and he treated him like a little brother. Not the way he treated Minho though. The tension between those two was clearly noticeable. No, he treated Taemin like a loving big brother would, like Jinki did. As the evening came to an end, everyone went in the elevator together, and Minho took his hand again. Minho had held his hand several times during the meal, and each time he did it obviously so that his father could see them. Yet the straight Minho wasn't ready for more than that. When Taemin pretended to be in love and fed him, his face flushed as if he just drank a whole vodka bottle.

They reached Mr. Choi's car first and as soon as it was out of sight, Minho let go of Taemin's hand. Then he was back to the cold Minho. Woo Bin stuck his head out of his red sports car and waved at Taemin. Taemin ran to him while Minho didn't even turn his head. However, from the corner of his eye he could still see them well. He should keep an eye on Taemin because that was what his father had told him earlier. That was the only reason, he told himself.

"You guys did your best but I don't think father bought it."

"We were that bad?" Taemin asked. Mr. Choi didn't seem to be dissatisfied.

"I am almost 30 and after all those years I still haven't figured out how to fool the old man yet. So if I tell you that you can't sell him fake love, then you can believe me," Woo Bin said.

"I don't know what else to do." Woo Bin smiled and motioned for Taemin to bow down.

"I told you I'll help you, didn't I?" he whispered in Taemin's ear as Taemin came closer.

"And how?" Taemin asked. If he knew what coming, he wouldn't have asked this question. Woo Bin grabbed his collar and pulled him close. The next thing Taemin felt was Woo Bin's lips on his own. It wasn't a passionate kiss but definitely not an ordinary goodbye kiss either. When Woo Bin finally let go, Taemin was speechless. What could you say in such a situation?

"You know, the best way to catch a man's interest is to make him jealous."

"What?" That was the result of Taemin's entire effort to say something.

"And there he comes." Woo Bin pointed at Minho, who was rushing to them. "You're welcome," he added with a wink and drove off. Taemin was sure his trembling would cause an earthquake. He panicked as Minho stood in front of him. He had only read about the murderous aura. Now he knew what it looked like.

So guys, any suggestion what Minho should do about that kiss?