Baekho wasn't sure how to react when Minhyun told him that.
"Okay?" He muttered instead and Minhyun frowned.
"Please sit somewhere else," Minhyun said through gritted teeth.
"Or you could, totally just sit on my lap," Baekho said again, making Minhyun fume.
"Baekho, don't be ridiculous," Baekhyun said and tapped the table. Baekho turned to his father and scowled.
"Oh come on. You already dragged me here and now I can't even sit where I please?" Baekho grumbled but got up and sat on the seat beside Minhyun's to the taller male's dissatisfaction.
"Minhyun, why're you still standing? Sit down," Min Seok said as he entered the dining room with his mother and sister. Minhyun hesitated. Baekho was just in that seat seconds ago and the other had sat in the bar earlier too so that meant his chair was incredibly dirty right now. He looked at the tissue box on the table and reached out for it but Baekho grabbed it before he could take it, earning a confused look from everyone except Minhyun.
"Yes. Why don't you sit down, Minhyun?" Baekho teased him while even having the nerve to pat the chair. Minhyun swore Baekho was one of the most infuriating person he has ever met. The nerve of him! But he couldn't make a commotion in front of everyone so he just sucked it up and sat down, shutting his eyes in annoyance. The others took their seats without any problem. Baekho sniggered and Minhyun really felt like punching someone for the first time even though he had already slapped him before. That someone being the jerk sitting beside him. During the whole dinner, he felt uncomfortable and wanted to just bolt back to his room to get out from his pants. He didn't even dare lean against his chair, just keeping his back upright as he ate silently. He didn't even take off his gloves to eat this time, afraid the other might pull something stupid again and he certainly did when Minhyun felt a warm sensation on his thigh. He glanced down and immediately snap his head towards Baekho who was chatting away casually with his parents. He moved his hand down and tried to pull the other's hand off his thigh but couldn't. This was harassment! He didn't even have an appetite anymore at this point so he just put down his utensils.
"Is something wrong, Minhyun?" Eun Na asked and Minhyun looked at his mother. Baekho squeezed his thigh and he bit his gum before shaking his head.
"No. I'm just not feeling well. I think I've had enough for tonight," Minhyun said and slapped Baekho's hand. He stood up and Baekho pulled his hand away casually. "It was a pleasure meeting you, Mister Kang." He bowed to the older male and glared at the smirking male before exiting the dining room. He felt like screaming in both annoyance and pure agony but his heavy steps only brought him to his room where he hoped he could find some quiet and peace. He's had enough of the other male by now.
But this was only the beginning.
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Minhyun thought the other just couldn't get under his skin any more than he already had but it seemed that the other had proved otherwise and that he was fully capable of making Minhyun groan in utter agony and despair. It was only the second day ever since he found out that Baekho would be staying over with them until a date for the wedding had been decided and yet he was more than eager to see the man gone once and for all. After all, the same man had once again intruded his office space with his giant bottom on his chair while putting his legs on the table just to spite Minhyun.
"Don't you have anything else better to do than just sit around in my office all day?" Minhyun asked while taking a ruler and poking Baekho's foot harshly to get him to move it away. Baekho yelped and pulled his legs away.
"I am doing something," Baekho replied and grinned smugly.
"And what might that be?"
"Annoying you."
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My Hand And Yours
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