the value of his life | minsung

05 | Provoke the Human Mind

"I'm exhausted~" Minho exhales out boredly. Then, his face perks up and he quickly grabs Jisung's arm. The brunette flinches and plans to yank his arm out of Minho's hold but he fails in doing so as the older's grip is tight and strong. "Let's go to a pc room!" He cheerfully exclaims with a wide radiant smile.

Jisung's mouth is tight into a thin line. "No. We need to talk," Jisung scowls, his forehead wrinkled and gaze filled with irritation.

Minho halts walking, he takes a peek at Jisung's face. "Oh my~ Have I upset you now?"

Jisung holds back his anger. His jaw clenches and unclenches twice before he opens his mouth to forcefully speak. Jisung's gaze meets Minho's stare. "Why don't you just kill me now?" Jisung mutters out. "If you're just gonna make me your hostage, I'd rather let you kill me."

Minho's brows raise in amusement. "Are you sure about that?" He asks, voice filled with no sympathy or whatsoever. Its almost like he asking for Jisung's consent rather than threatening him.

Jisung tries not to look hesitant. But Minho can see right through it. Clear as ever. Minho looks away first, ducking his head along with a chuckle. "I see you're not a person who keeps their word," Minho lightly says, continuing to walk to their parked car.

"Just to let you know, I am a person who keeps their word," the violet haired man9 adds.

"You lie almost about everything, are you aware of that as well?" Jisung remarks, following right after him.

Minho winces, completely taken aback. He stares at Jisung in shock. For a few seconds before his lips curve into a smile and his chest raises into a soft chuckle. Jisung's brows furrowed in confusion, unsure why and what was so funny to laugh about.

It's not like he made a joke out of anything. He was being for real. So for real.

"You aren't really afraid of me, are you?" Minho softly says, still smiling.

Jisung's confused about what sort of question the violet haired man has asked him. "No?"

Minho's gaze is for odd reasons nothing but light and tender.

What the hell?

"I like you," Minho blurts out.

Jisung tries not to scoff. "And I don't."

"Is that why you won't have sex with me?" Minho questions.

"You were being serious with that sort of thing?" Jisung wonders, in return he earns a simple enthusiastic nod from Minho. Jisung exhales out a breath. "Wow, couldn't really tell."

"Would kissing you make you believe what I'm saying?" Minho inquires, innocently.

Jisung heaves out a chuckle of nothing more than force. "Nothing will ever make me believe anything you're saying."

"Are you sure about—"

"Why do you keep asking me questions when we both know we're enemies?" Jisung halts, stepping into Minho's way. "We're not friends. We're not even gonna try to get along. You're the killer. I'm the one who catches you. That's how this works."

"That's how it's supposed to work," Minho interrupts, taking a step too closer to Jisung. "But what about my way? How does my work seem to go?"

Jisung can't feel his body. His body has gone cold, frozen. He can't move as Minho keeps inching closer to him.

Fuck! Why can't I move away? What the hell is this?

And then all of a sudden, Minho has a knee slipping between Jisung's thighs and their bottoms are touching and his face is nearer than ever, so much as their breaths collide into one.