A/N: THOUGHTS ARE IN ITALICS

Changmin POV

I always hang out with this boy Choi Minho living opposite to my home. He’s a very good, caring man except a complete ert.  I treat him like a brother, helping him whenever possible in his work when he was schooling. Now that he is done with it, I got him a job at my company as a trainee accountant.

Oh I seem to have forgotten to introduce myself. I’m Shim Changmin, 25 years old, accountant in one of the top accounting firms in South Korea.  I have two younger sisters, my parents are teachers, hence the nerdy me. People say that I’m a very attractive man but I don’t care about that. I simply want to earn back what my parents spent for me and look after them. So I studied my off during school to earn a full ride scholarship in Oxford University. After working as an intern, later as an assistant accountant in London I came back to Korea last year.

“Hyung, what is with you and always playing with those numbers?”

“Yah! Choi Minho! Stop sitting on the desk. This isn’t home. Give respect, I’m your senior.”

“My dearest honorable senior, if you continue to look at them, you will end up marrying numbers.” I glared at the jerk who now sounded really professional, standing up straight like a model.

“What is with you and me marrying numbers?” I dropped my pen down

“Well, since I screwed up last time. I want to make it up to you.”

“Get out of my sight before I lose my temper.”

“Hyung”

“Sir” I corrected him

He breathed deep “Sir, it is lunch time. And you promised to eat with me”