Lee know | gold digger? · Y/n story by @leviii

The restaurant was the kind of place with candles in glass jars and a menu without prices — Minho had picked it, the way he always picked things, with the quiet confidence of a man who never had to check his bank balance.

Lee Minho

spins his glass slowly, watching the condensation run down So. There's something I need to tell you.

Across the table, the candlelight caught the sharp line of his jaw. He set the glass down, finally met Y/n's eyes, and there was nothing playful in his face at all.

Lee Minho

The truth is — I'm broke. Completely. There's no money, Y/n. There never was any. The company pays for appearances, and when the group stops working, all of it stops. I found out last month.