MADE IN KOREA

MIK 13

13: Welcome to hell.

Jisung halted struggling, his body froze as he felt the other's lips against his own. His mind went blank. It took him a few seconds to register what was happening and when he did, he bit Minho's unmoving lips, harshly.

Minho tried to leave Jisung's lips but the latter didn't let him move an inch, keeping his lips in place while biting harshly. Minho left his wrist and legs and only then Jisung left Minho's lips.

The man moved away from Jisung, hissing in pain, feeling the metallic taste on the tip of his tongue.

"What are you? A squirrel? Why did you bite me?" Minho asked, touching his bleeding lips, flinching at the numbness.

Jisung stood up from the sofa and crossed his arms, "Nope. I'm a normal human being who just did self-defence."

"This is not self-defence but harassment,"

"Which I didn't do for granted." Jisung replied, smirking.

"I can't tolerate you anymore," Minho exclaimed, walking away from Jisung and opening his office drawer, picking up a pile of paper.

Jisung frowned his eyebrows in confusion as the papers were thrown near the table which was in front of the sofa he was sitting on.

"What is this?" Jisung asked, looking up at the annoyed actor with raised eyebrows.

"Our marriage contract." Silence filled the whole office room. Jisung was staring at the older with a blank face while Minho stared at the latter, waiting for his response.

Suddenly, Jisung started giggling, then the next second he started laughing loudly as if he heard a funny joke. Well for him it was.

"Nice joke there, Zucchini." Jisung exclaimed, rubbing the tears from his eyes that came out as a result of his laughter.

"I'm not joking," Minho replied, making Jisung stop his laugh," I'm being serious here. I asked the men to bring you here because I wanted to show you our marriage contract."

Wetting his dry lips, Jisung looked away, making a tsk sound, then stood up, glaring at Minho.

"What did you take me for Mr.Lee? Our marriage contract?" Jisung asked, picking up the pile of papers in his hands, waving it,

"When did I say that I'm going to marry you? Who do you think you are, huh?" Jisung turned around the table and stood before Minho,

"If you didn't hear what I said at the hospital clearly, then hear this out," Jisung pointed a finger at Minho," I'm not going to marry you," He exclaimed, jabbing his finger over Minho's chest each time he spoke out a word.

Minho grabbed his hands which were placed near his chest and grabbed the paper from the other hand, shoving it to the side of Jisung's face," Even if you don't want to marry me, you have to do it, Han Jisung, and I will make sure of it."

Jisung pushed the older man away, "In your dreams." He exclaimed, turning around ready to leave, but Minho exclaimed something which made him stop in his tracks.

"How would your father feel if he forfeited all his properties?" Jisung turned around, frowning.

"What do you mean?" He asked, suddenly feeling uneasy about Minho's words.