"Minho hyung! Why are you home so late again? Have you been drinking again?"
"What is your problem? It's my life."
"And I'm a part of it. Of course I have a problem. My husband is drinking for 3 days straight for no reason, that also knowing that it will affect his health."
"Can you just SHUT UP!?"
"NO! I can't! It hurts seeing my husband like this!"
"Then don't SEE ME!"
"Whatever. (Sniff)"
Jisung went to the bathroom, as he slid against the wall and sat down, crying while burying his face in his legs. He was not happy with this marriage. He hates it. He hated when Minho did all these bad things which affected his health. He wanted Minho to love him as much as he loved Minho. He had had a good feeling in the start that they would get along pretty well, but that was just his imagination. He suddenly felt a loud bang on the bathroom door, startling him as he opened the door of the bathroom, seeing Minho shirtless, wearing only his black jeans. He pushed Jisung in and locked the door. He gently picked Jisung up and put him on the bathroom counter, hovering over his lips at first and then merging their lips together. He roughly kissed Jisung, while biting his bottom lip, leaving a bruise. He went down to Jisung's neck, leaving a trail of hickeys and bites. He managed to find Jisung's sweet spot and bit him over there(not as a vampire), earning a soft moan from the younger. Minho unbuttoned Jisung's shirt and gave him a few love bites on his chest, earning loud moans from Jisung. Minho now pinned Jisung on the wall, biting all over his neck and chest, as loud moans filled the spacious bathroom. Jisung then kissed Minho on the lips, trying to fight for dominance, but was easily taken down by Minho's tongue entering his mouth. Jisung stopped Minho, who was now taking of Jisung's pants. He looked him in his eyes, as tears started to form.
"Hyung... why are you suddenly doing all of this..? Is it because you are drunk?"
"No darling. It is because I'm trying to get over my stress."
Jisung's heart broke at what Minho said. He felt as if Minho was using him as if he was his sex slave. He felt that he was just another random guy who entered Minho's life, just to be used for one fucking reason, to be a sex slave. Jisung quickly pushed Minho aside slightly, looking at him disappointedly. He wore Minho's oversized shirt instead of his tight and fit shirt and went downstairs in the hall to sleep on the couch, not caring about Minho and leaving him in the bathroom, completely shocked. Meanwhile Minho felt like crying. He didn't want to upset Jisung. He wanted to kiss him because he loved him. He was just so stressed that he couldn't even give Jisung the right answer. He went downstairs, to see Jisung talking to someone on his phone while crying his heart out. This made his heart ache. He wished he hadn't done that. Jealousy made his blood boil. His curiosity about whom Jisung was talking and laughing to after crying so much turned into pure jealousy. Jisung saw him and just rolled his eyes at him. This made Minho angry and he walked towards Jisung, with anger in his eyes.
"Felix, bae I'll call you later."
"K byee!"
"Why did you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Roll your eyes at me?"
"Then why did you use me for sex? Hyung, do you even know what marriage means? It does mean difficulties but it also means love, which you clearly don't have for me."
Minho couldn't hold it in anymore and burst out laughing, shocking Jisung.
"You think I married you because I loved you? Oh honey, you won't understand anything. Finish your exams and I'll explain everything."
Minho said as he smirked at Jisung and walked away, leaving the broken Jisung even more fragile. Lucky for him tomorrow was his last exam. He just went to sleep, trying not to cry.
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