My Lovely Husband || meanie

04. How about Getting Married

A/N: As promised 😺

Mingyu

I've been waiting here for more than half an hour but no one came in except the waiter who served me the lemonade in my hand. But the worst thing is that I can't blame anyone but myself for showing up an hour early because I was nervous. Okay, I freaked up, happy?

I hear clicking sound on the door, maybe the waiter again. Well, she's persistent in feeding me thinking I got dumped by my date, she's also the reason I've this lemonade in the first place, but who's gonna tell her that I'm the one who's way too early. I massage my temple, spinning on the chair to look at her for the fourth time.

But a guy came in and it took me by surprise, even his eyes are wide open as they fall on me for a brief second under those thin frame of glasses before collecting himself, he walks in slowly, his coat folded on his hand, but I can tell he looks hot with that three pieces suit of his with that pale skin of his and it's the first time I feel jealous of pale skin tone.

"I didn't think you'd be earlier." Fuck! his voice is even deeper than mine!

"So, you know about me?"

"You didn't?" he mockingly breathes out, draping his coat over a chair before pulling out another to take a seat.

"No, I didn't," I confirm, his eyes shot up at me as if I just told him BigBang never existed, but I know where he's coming from.

"I didn't even think Mr. Kim would go below the belt to take advantage of my bisexuality when he was the first one who declared me as sick when I came out of closet," I laugh bitterly at the memory. It was mom who embraced me as if I was normal, just like any other kids my age.

"So, you didn't even see my biography, I suppose." Bro! That's the first thing you wanted to ask after what I told you. Is your fucking biography is more important than my life here!

I breathe in and out to control my emotion, more like rage before looking up at that cold face bitch who's nonchalantly skimming his eyes through the menu. His eyes meet mine and there's something in his foxy eyes I can't put my finger on. He clears his throat.

"Myself Jeon Wonwoo, the CEO of Jeon Corporation."

"Kim Mingyu, the so called unemployed one," I sarcastically introduce myself, I know for a reason that was written in my bio.

"I thought you're an artist," his eyes scan my face, but it takes me off guard, because as far as I know that Kim bitch would never add my profession there. The reason? Because he simply thinks me and my profession are good for nothing.

"I didn't think Mr. Kim would add that in my bio," I simply answer, he nods to himself.

The waiter enters to take our order and we fall under silence. She enthusiasticly encourage us to take a look at the seafood since the restaurant is well known for its seafood. I add quite a bit in my order but he purposely ignores it much to the elder lady's disappoinment.

"You could've ordered at least one seafood you know. She was trying to make you order for so long," I pointed out as soon as she's out of the cabin, but he looks at me, surprised as if he didn't see that himself. Wait, don't tell me he didn't see it!

"Uh, I can't eat seafood. So, it would be a waste," he nonchalantly answers, looking straight at me, his posture suddenly seems serious so is his gaze. "So, why did you agree to this marriage if you're not interested."

"Because I've no say in this nor can I turn you down," I answer calmly, but I know how sweaty my palms are comparing my demeanor.

"I figured that much," he breathes out. Congrats! I want to roll my eyes so bad. Well, of course you can bro after all shit I spread on the table right when you arrived, duh! "So, you want me to turn you down?"

"Since I can't of course I would want that," I say matter of fact-ly and once again that uncomfortable silence surrounds us both even when our foods have arrived and we both eat 'em silently.

"How about you marry me?" I choke on my food, not figuratively but literally as I pat on my own head to calm myself down and he blankly stares at me until I calm down.

"Why should I?" I speak after gulping down quite a large amount of water and now I feel full with water and nonsense.

"You're in no position to refuse," he puts down the cutlery on the bowl, looking right into my eyes and I feel my breath taken away with the sight in front of me. "My mother won't stop pestering me until I get married. And finding someone for her gay son can be quite a task for her."

"Wait, you're gay!" Wow, Kim Mingyu! That's what you're curious about after judging his question, Bravo!

He chuckles breathily and I feel a weird sense of peace in it, "I don't look like one?"

"Yes..No! I mean..," oh my god! What do I do! "It's a pity for the girls out there crushing over such a handsome fellow."

"You do know that you just called me handsome?" there's a playful tone in his voice also curiosity that I can't ignore as he leans on the table, his chin resting on his folded knuckles.

"You're handsome," even before I can stop myself I blutter out. Yeah, Kim Mingyu, you're outright playing his game.

"I'm flattered then," he has the audacity to mock me. "But you didn't answer the previous question."

"What would you get if you marry me?" I ask, straightening my back, looking dead in his eyes, promising myself not to give in his little games.

"Nothing, except a husband, I guess?" He can't be serious, I may not be interested in this business world that doesn't mean I don't know what Jeon Corporation is capable of and now why the fuck the heir of Jeon corporation suddenly wants to marry me without a single benefit.

"I don't believe you," I grit my teeth.

"But I'm being serious. It's your father's company that would gain publicity as well as a deal with the Choi using my name in the end. If I'm correct it's also the reason why your father purposely used your bisexuality," I can tell by his eyes that every word that fell out of his lips are dead true, he isn't fooling me. "Also, I need to get married cause I don't want my mother to worry about my marriage."

"But that doesn't mean I should marry you?" I simply ask, ignoring his eyes as I stuff food in my mouth, I suddenly feel hungry.

"Hmm, fair point," he hums, I see him take his glass off, pulling out a handkerchief out of his pocket, dusting it clean. "But you won't have to come to these blind dates against your will. You'll be free from your father's hand. You'll get as much as freedom I get in our house. Also, you can make your own studio there."

"Are you serious?" He must be joking, right?

"Never been more serious." He sounds manly now. "But.."

"But?" I echo.

"None of us can have any affair till the day we're married," his voice stern, as he pushes the glass back.

"Bro, fuck it all. You had me when you said I won't have to wrapped around that Kim's hand," I rejoice.

"But you maybe wrapped around mine," he challenges, a smirk playing on his lips, but he doesn't know who Kim Mingyu is, does he?

"You never know, the game can flip any second"