MADE IN KOREA

MIK 6

6: A game for dominance

Both the men stared at each other, their inner spirits crying out in upheaval. The pressure between the two was so noticeable that their parents didn't even try to speak another word.

Jisung doesn't know what to do with the newfound information and situation. The person with whom he clashed a few days back, the same arrogant man was standing in front of him as his future spouse.

Whereas, the said person glared at Jisung with a mocking smile as he couldn't seem to believe that his future husband was the first person to disrespect him, and that too publically.

His pride was hurt.

"You?" Jisung exclaimed, pointing a finger at the older who chuckled humorously.

"Hello to you, my future husband." Jisung glared at Minho as he walked near him.

"Future husband my foot! I'm not going to marry you!" Jisung's exclamation made the two pairs of parents a bit surprised while Minho raised his eyebrows and placed the bouquet near the table situated beside them.

"As if I'm desperate to get married to a brat when I have millions of other choices."

"Minho!" Mrs.Lee exclaimed, " Is that how you talk to someone? I didn't taught you like this!" Mr.Lee held her shoulder to calm her down while Jisung's parents looked at Jisung with a discontented gaze which the younger ignored.

"Sorry, Mr. and Mrs.Lee, but I can't marry your son." Jisung exclaimed as he turned around and glared hard at Minho.

"Jisung!" Mrs. Han exclaimed, " Why can't you marry Minho? He is a good kid." Jisung turned his gaze away from Minho and to his mom and dad.

The tension was too much for the parents to handle as the four of them concluded that their kids had met before and that meeting wasn't something good.

"Mom, if you are that adamant about getting me married then find me someone else. I will happily marry them without any complaints, but..." he turned his gaze back to an angry Minho and smirked,

"Not him."

"Who do you think you are huh!" Both of them were ready to fight with each other, but thank goodness their parents separated them on time.

"See? We can't even stand each other, Mrs.Lee. So, please just call off this proposal." With that being said, Jisung left the room, leaving the tense atmosphere.

You will marry only me, Jisung. I will make you! Minho thought, gritting his teeth in anger.

Hyunjin was sleeping peacefully above the receptionist's table, but his sleep was intercepted by the loud calling tone of his phone. He without opening his eyes takes the phone, "Hello... Lotus Ventinary Clinic here...,"

"Hyunjin! Are you fucking sleeping!?" Startled by the loud booming voice of his buddy, Hyunjin snap opened his eyes, his sleep thrown out of the hospital windows.

"No... No... No! I wasn't! I was...meditating. Yeah, I'm meditating."

"The fuck you are meditating about during working hours?" Hyunjin scratched his head, mentally facepalming. Could have come up with a better lie.

"Oii! Did you call me to ask about my meditation?" Jisung sighed as he leaned against the car seat and glanced at the luggage placed near the side.

"Well no, but do the honor to cut my remaining holidays. I'm coming back to Seoul."

"Huh? But why? Didn't you leave for Incheon like two days ago? Why so sudden?" Hyunjin could hear some shuffling from the other side, "Jisung?"

"Hyunjin, I will call you a bit later. There is a moron here." Saying this the latter cut the call leaving Hyunjin curious.

"Hm, tea time." Hyunjin nodded himself, with a creepy smile.

"You look like a mentally ill person, Hyunjin." One of the nurses who walked by exclaimed.

"You are the one who is ill!"

"What do you want?" Jisung asked without looking at the elder who was leaning down to his car window level.

"There is a basic manner to come outside the car to talk," Minho said, adjusting his mask as he didn't want the paparazzi to see him.

"I don't have time to talk with strangers anyways,"

"But I have a lot of time." Jisung couldn't seem to take it anymore, so he unhooked the seat belt and opened the car door, making Minho move back a few meters so as not to hit the door.

The youngest closed the door behind and pointed a finger at Minho, "What the fuck is your problem?"

"You are my problem." Jisung tsked.

"If I'm your problem then it's your business, not mine. If you have a lot of time to waste then waste it on someone else." Jisung turned around ready to leave but got stopped by an angry Minho.

"You are the very first person to disrespect me and be glad that I didn't destroy you because," Minho paused as he pulled Jisung close to him twisted the latter's arm on his back, and whispered,

"I don't spare their life that easily."

"Trying to scare me?" Jisung chuckled not caring about their proximity," You may have played with many people's lives but," Jisung leaned forward and with his free hand he slid down Minho's mask and smirked watching Minho's eyes widen,

"I will be the only player in my life." Minho pushed Jisung away as he pushed back his mask in its place and Jisung let out a mocking chuckle.

"See? You are just like every person. Scared of getting caught." He shook his head as if he was feeling pity,

"You? Ruin my life? Maybe in Neverland, arrogant old man." Declaring this, Jisung unlocked the car door and got inside, vacating the place and making Minho even more furious.

He got interpreted by a call from his manager. He took it out, "Did you do what I said?" His manager replied something which made Minho smirk,

"Good. I will call you later." He cut the call and looked at the distance where Jisung left a few seconds ago.

"Maybe you will be the only player in your life, but I'm your destroyer, Han Jisung , my future husband."