Author's pov..
The night had turned strange. The air in the room felt heavy, almost suffocating, and Jisung couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.
It had all started innocently enough-another night in their shared home. A few drinks, casual conversations.
But then Chan's comment earlier about Minho being his.. Stalker had triggered something. Something he couldn't ignore any longer.
Jisung hadn't realized how long he'd been sitting on the thought, but now it was like a question that needed answering, no matter how uncomfortable it was.
He found Minho in the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water.
The familiar sight of his husband-his contract husband-brought a strange unease to Jisung.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
They were married, but it was all just a formality, right? A way to solve some problems.
They weren't supposed to get close. They weren't supposed to feel anything.
He stood there for a moment, gathering his thoughts, before walking up to Minho.
"Minho," Jisung said, his voice steady but laced with something else-something darker, more unsure.
Minho glanced up at him. "Yeah?"
Jisung bit his lip. He wasn't sure how to say it, but he had to. It was bothering him, and if there was one thing he was good at, it was being direct. Even if it made everything awkward. "Was it all your plan?"
Minho blinked, clearly confused by the question. "What do you mean?"
"Don't play dumb." Jisung shook his head, his heart racing. "You've been acting like this for a long time now. Like you stalked me for 8 years then one random night you saved me then forced me to marry you? Sounds like a madeup plan to me"
For a long moment, Minho didn't answer. Then, his gaze dropped to the floor, and a deep breath escaped his lips. "I've liked you for a long time, Jisung."
Jisung's breath caught in his throat, his eyes widening. It wasn't what he expected to hear. He wanted minho to deny that he stalked him. Having a stalker is kinda creepy "What?"
Minho looked up, his expression soft but intense. "I've been in love with you for... eight years. I-I used to watch you, Stalk you. I fell in love with you the day i first saw you in highschool"
Jisung felt the floor beneath him shift. Stalked? For eight years? The words didn't make sense, couldn't make sense.
"W-what?" His voice was a mere whisper.
He stumbled backward a step, trying to process it, his mind racing.
Minho took a step forward, his voice quiet. "I never meant for you to find out like this. I just... I wanted to tell you the truth. I've always loved you, Jisung. I know we're in a contract marriage, but it's never been just that for me."
Jisung's head spun. He couldn't breathe.
Everything in his body felt cold, and for a moment, he wasn't sure if he was still standing in the kitchen or if he was somewhere far away, somewhere safe from this horrifying revelation.
Minho, the guy he'd thought was his friend, his husband... had stalked him? Had loved him for eight years? Uhm.. 'Kinda creepy ' he thinks
"Give me space for few days, i think i should first think about it all" jisung said, his eyes darted from floor to meeting minho's.
Minho's face faltered, his expression flickering with something like hurt. "What do you mean? We literally live together. How do you expect me to not talk to the love of my life?"
Jisung recoiled at the words. His stomach churned. The expression on his face twisted involuntarily. "Don't... don't call me that."
Minho's face paled. The words hit him like a slap, and he stepped back, his eyes searching Jisung's face.
"What... what do you mean? Why did you make that face?" His voice was barely above a whisper, vulnerability seeping through the cracks of his usually calm demeanor.
"Do you... do you find me disgusting?"
Jisung froze, his heart stuttering. "I... no-" But he was cut off before he could finish his thought.
Minho's face hardened, the hurt in his eyes now unmistakable.
He didn't say anything more.
He simply turned and walked out of the room, his footsteps echoing down the hallway.
Jisung stood there, frozen in place, his breath shallow. His mind was a mess of confusion and disbelief . he just stood there in kitchen, speechless.
"Wasn't me the victim here?" He thought in sarcasm but the wind again passed him onto how hurt minho looked when he left.
Damn..
