Author's pov...
"L-leave me!" Jisung gasped, his hands pushing against Minho's chest, but his efforts were weak.
Minho laughed, clearly amused. "What are you, a five-year-old? Pushing me away with this cutie fist?" His voice was light, but the spark in his eyes was anything but innocent.
Jisung was no pushover. He was strong, quick on his feet, and could hold his own in a fight. But... when a tall guy with sharp eyes, a smug smile, and a gun at his side was standing in front of you, it was hard to do anything but freeze.
Minho’s gaze flickered down to Jisung’s hand still on his chest, and then back to his face. "Don’t worry," he teased. "You’re safe."
Jisung took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. "What do you even want from me?"
Minho raised an eyebrow, his grin turning sly. "Look, nothing too serious. My family’s making me marry some girl I don’t even like. So, instead of doing that, how about I marry you?" His voice dropped to a whisper. "I helped you, now you help me."
Jisung blinked, trying to process what Minho was saying. "Marry me?" he repeated incredulously. "Why would I do that?"
Minho’s smile stretched wider. The pressure of the gun on Jisung’s waist grew, and he could feel it pressing into him more. "Because," Minho said, voice low, "it’s a kiss or kill situation, baby. What do you want? The mysterious death by those goons—or this handsome guy in front of you?"
Jisung’s confidence faltered. He looked down at the gun, then back up at Minho’s face, which was inches from his own. Minho's grin remained, playful but unsettling.
Jisung’s words were barely a murmur, escaping before he could stop them. "You’re not less than heaven, though..."
Minho’s smirk turned smug. "I know," he said, the playful tone back in his voice. "So... marry me."
It was the strangest thing to hear, yet somehow, Jisung didn’t feel entirely threatened. Maybe it was the way Minho looked at him—like he was more than just a pawn in a weird game. But that didn’t mean Jisung was ready to agree. Not by a long shot.
"Are you serious?" Jisung said, raising his eyebrows, trying to buy some time.
Minho’s gaze didn’t shift. "Dead serious," he said with a casual shrug, still holding onto Jisung’s wrist with that unyielding grip. "I’ll even make it worth your while."
Jisung felt the weight of Minho’s words sink in. He was being forced into something, pushed into a corner where his options were slim.
And the night, which had started with simple chaos, was quickly spiraling into something much, much more.
