10: Housewife.

Jisung started stirring from his sleep, feeling cold, he tried to make a cocoon out from the cover, but in vain. Aggravated, he opened his eyes with difficulty.

He always felt exhausted after waking up, no matter how good the sleep was.

Blinking his eyes, he frowned seeing curtains far from his bed while in his room he had his bed near the curtain because he liked to sleep while watching the stars at night and get up from the heat of the sunlight since he was a heavy sleeper.

Huh? Where am I? Jisung thought, looking at the ceiling that doesn't have a fan while his apartment has a ceiling fan.

He glanced around perplexed, and suddenly removed the covers to see himself in an oversized black shirt and red shorts.

"What the fuck!" He yelled, throwing the covers away and getting up from the bed. He touched his body while glancing around in panic.

"Did I have a one-night stand with some stranger!?" He mumbled, shocked. He breathed heavily and sat on the bed, feeling bummed out. A sharp pain jogged over his back, making him flinch.

"I gave up my virginity?" He grabbed his hair, disheartened." Why can't I remember anything!"

"Oh? You are awake." Jisung looked up, his eyes widened in shock to see his rival, Minho near the door in a grey bathrobe.

He swallowed.

Meanwhile, Minho glanced at Jisung's figure, mentally praising the latter's appearance.

"What happened?" Minho snapped out from eyeing Jisung's hairless legs. The younger one shuttered, feeling utterly nervous for the first time. Minho raised his eyebrows while internally smirking.

"You don't remember anything?" Jisung blinked his eyes, hearing the familiar sentence that he has always heard while watching a movie where the two leads confront each other after having a steamy night.

"Did we do something?" Minho mentally chuckled while taking out his acting skills, looking like he was a bit complicated with the question.

"Jisung? Don't tell me you don't remember how we spent the night before." The sharp pain from Jisung's back made the younger flinch once again.

No! This can't be! I didn't want to have sex with anyone until I felt like having it, but now I lost it. Jisung thought, looking down.

I wanted it to happen when I get tired of pleasing myself with my hands. I wanted to have my first sex to remember how it feels....

"Ah, fuck! I had sex with my enemy! Oh my goodness, what did I do!" He yelled out frustrated, while Minho suppressed himself from laughing.

He watched Jisung having a mental breakdown from the mere thought of having sex with Minho.

"Hey," Minho uttered, which made Jisung stop whatever he was doing,

"My maid prepared breakfast for us. I told them you were tired so they made some energy drinks for you. Come downstairs after doing your routine." Minho said, emphasising the word tired, and left the room, closing the door behind only to hear Jisung yelling out curses. He laughed out loud.

"Cute."

After doing his daily routine, Jisung came out of the hall fully dressed. He doesn't remember anything from last night so seeing the interior of the house fascinated him. There were a few paintings along with some family frames on each side of the wall.

Oh, this must be the Lee family. He thought, looking at the family portrait. Who is the other male? Jisung frowned, seeing three males on the frame, standing on either side of Minho.

I thought there were only two males and a girl. Shrugging the thoughts away, he came downstairs to see Minho fully dressed in an office coat, checking something on the Tablet.

Huh? Is there any office shoot?

"No, I'm visiting my company today," Minho replied, shocking Jisung.

Pointing at himself, Jisung asked," Did I say that out loud?" Minho nodded, not removing his gaze from the tablet.

"Ah, sir?" Jisung looked at his side to see the maid. "Your breakfast is ready. Please sit."

Jisung nodded, taking a seat near the table, opposite to now a glancing Minho. The younger one didn't look up, still in a dilemma.

The atmosphere became awkward as both of them didn't initiate the move to talk further. It was short-lived when the maid came to place the spicy pork and eggs as breakfast. His favourite morning dish!

Without giving it a thought, Jisung started eating the dish only to frown at the bland taste. He glanced at Minho who looked quite satisfied with the food, then at the maid, "Ah excuse me, Miss, but it's not spicy at all."

"Oh! Sorry, Sir. Here Sir Minho can't tolerate spicy foods, so we thought you liked that too. Should I make another one, Sir?"

"Ah, it's fine." I will eat outside. Jisung thought, placing the knife and fork down, and drinking the energy drink which he found quite pleasing.

Minho glanced at the maid, and they immediately left the table leaving the male alone.

"Why aren't you eating?" Minho asked.

"It tastes bland," Jisung replied immediately.

"I can eat them then why can't you?"

"I eat spicy foods so why can't you?" Minho stayed quiet, "I respect what you eat so you should do that too." Jisung replied, looking away, "Even though we are enemies." He mumbled, quietly.

Silence yet again filled the dining area, both of the males having many things in their minds to say, but don't know how to present them verbally.

"Yesterday..." they both started, pausing.

"Ahem." Jisung scratched his head," You can start." Minho shook his head and mouthed 'you'.

Jisung hesitated a bit then thought for some time, he looked at Minho and then looked away.

"How did I end up here?" Minho expected something else, but the unexpected question made him smile.

"Oh? You came with me while dancing." Jisung scratched his head, confused, "I danced?" Minho nodded.

I'm horrible while dancing. Did he see that? Jisung thought, mentally cringing.

"I see then... what happened?"

"We slept together."

"What!" Jisung yelled, terrified. "We...we slept together!?" Minho leaned forward, placing his chin over his hand, arm over the table.

"Yes, we did. Look at my lips." He said pointing at his lips, "You even bite me hard. You are such a bad kisser." Minho teased while Jisung stared at Minho's plump pink lips and noticed the bite mark making him gasp.

Oh my God... He paused and then looked down without saying anything. Minho stopped himself from saying further, noticing Jisung's demeanour changing.

He doesn't like me at all? Minho presumed, as an unknown feeling started settling down in his heart. He ignored it like always.

"My manager will drop you at your home. He will be here by any minute." With this Minho stood up, leaving the table with his Tablet not saying anything further.

Jisung watched the elder leaving with a sigh.

He doesn't care about the sex part anymore since it is his least concern. To be frank, he was glad that at least he did it with someone he at least knew other than a random stranger.

What he wanted to ask was why Minho did such a dirty trick on his job, but he didn't want the elder one to have a bad day since it seemed like he was going to visit some company.

Wait... why am I acting like a housewife?

He grabbed his hair and with a loud desperate whine, he slammed his head over the table, whining even more from the pain in his forehead. He started rubbing his forehead aggressively,

"The fuck is wrong with you, Jisung?"