Kanji's Rules of Love: Rule 1

Jina and Kim held their breath as they waited impatiently for Gayoon to emerge out of the room. They were in the living room, pacing back and forth. After spending hours trying to find a dress for Gayoon, they were anxious to see the result of their hard labor.

Minho entered the house to see his daughter being jumpy.

"I wish she'd hurry up!" Jina complained.

"She will be ready soon, young miss," Kim assured her.

"What is going on here?" Minho frowned. Both of them turned around to face him.

"We made Lady Cop wear one of aunt Mina's dresses," Jina stated.

"Why didn't you make her buy one instead?" Minho asked.

"Dad, Lady Cop can't afford such expensive dresses," Jina said as if trying to explain something to a child. Her dad may be an adult but when it came to women, he was hopeless and clueless. Even a child like Jina knew that not everyone can splurge on evening dresses and gowns.

Minho pouted a little. Kanji had given him strict rules on what to do that night which Minho could not make any head nor tail out of. But he decided to go along and see what the future holds.

"She's late," he muttered.

"Women are always late on dates," Jina said, rolling her eyes. "It's common. Get used to it!"

"It's only a dinner," Minho stated. "Not a date. We're simply going to talk."

Kim was a little apprehensive. Did the master really not know he was taking the lady on a date?

He really is in denial, isn't he? She wondered in amusement.

"She's too late!" Minho exclaimed. "Time is money for me!"

"Dad, you are not going to talk about money today!" Jina scolded him. "Didn't uncle Kanji send you the rules? Even a kid like me knows that much!"

"The rules?" Minho rounded on her. "How do you know about those rules?"

"Uncle Kanji taught me," she said happily. "He told me these would come in handy when I will find a boy to crush on. He even told me to practice writing love letters."

"What the hell is he teaching you behind my back?" Minho thundered. "You are forbidden from interacting with that irresponsible and irritating guy! If he steps inside this house,I'll-"

But Jina was not looking at him. Instead, her eyes were fixed at something behind him. Her mouth gaped open in shock.

"Umm...Mr. Hwang?" a soft voice came from behind.

"What is it-" he began to ask, turning around but his words were stuck in his throat.

Gayoon stood there, wearing a simple blue dress which reached just a little above her knees.She exuded an aura of pure elegance. Her large eyes were now more prominent, making her look more youthful and innocent. Her hair was let loose into soft waves while she used minimal makeup on her face. Her naturally rosy cheeks were more highlighted, making her prettier than usual.

Minho did not realize that he was holding his breath at her sight.

"Is this all too much?" she asked hesitantly. "No other dress would fit me. I can go and change if you want-"

"No!" he said instantly, averting his eyes from her. "We're getting late. Let's go."

Jina and Kim facepalmed themselves. He didn't even compliment her! Both of them thought in dismay.

Gayoon was taken aback by his sudden authoritativeness and also slighted by his indifference to her looks. What was the point of going to so much lengths for this?

Unbeknownst to them, Minho was blushing furiously. Gayoon's sudden transformation not only took him by surprise but was making his heart...flutter? His heart never pounded so heavily before and the little blue vixen was making it harder for him to concentrate on the evening he had planned ahead.

He kept looking ahead as they walked out of the mansion. Gayoon was casually following him, unaware that Minho was trying his best to keep his eyes away from her. Why did he suddenly find her so enticing? Damn that Kanji for such a bad idea!

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"To an Italian restaurant," he replied, still not looking her way. "From there, we will head over to catch a show at the Central."

Central? He was taking her to the movies?

Aren't we a little too overdressed for that? She wondered. She noticed that Minho was not looking at her which was also making her agitated. Did she not look good in this dress? She did not know why but when he did not comment on her looks, she felt a little bad.

There were not many occasions when she got the chance to dress up nicely and apply makeup. She was not bothered about all that anyway but his indifference to her efforts also hurt her.

Stupid money lover, she gritted inwardly. She also wanted to curse herself for expecting one word of praise. Am I a masochist? She scolded herself. Why did I have to expect a compliment from him?

She peeked at him shyly. He was wearing a grey suit with a simple white shirt underneath. His hair was slightly ruffled but it only made him look exceptionally handsome. How can someone look so good?

"What are you looking at?" he asked warily.

"Nothing!" she said at once. He shook his head. They reached his car.

"Wait a minute," he said. Gayoon watched curiously as he opened the passenger seat and took out a large bouquet of red roses which he had ordered from the most expensive florist in town.

The florist was known for catering only for the elites and when he heard that Hwang Minho was ordering a bunch of roses for his date, she wasted no time in creating the perfect bouquet for him. The roses were carefully wrapped in a thin, pink paper and arranged neatly. The smell of the roses were strong as the seeds of the plant for this particular batch were imported from abroad. She created the best bouquet out of them for Hwang Minho. No woman would be able to resist these.

"These are for you," he said, holding out the flowers for her to hold. "I've ordered the best-"

"ACHOOO!" Gayoon let out a loud sneeze, backing away from the flowers as if she had seen something dangerous.

Minho stared in shock as Gayoon exclaimed, "ARE YOU CRAZY? I'M ALLERGIC TO ROSES!"

Mission report of task 1: Failure.