Welcome to hell.

Jisung halted struggling, his body froze as he felt the other's lips against his own. His mind went blank. It took him a few seconds to register what was happening and when he did, he bit Minho's unmoving lips, harshly.

Minho tried to leave Jisung's lips but the latter didn't let him move an inch, keeping his lips in place while biting harshly. Minho left his wrist and legs and only then Jisung left Minho's lips.

The man moved away from Jisung, hissing in pain, feeling the metallic taste on the tip of his tongue.

"What are you? A squirrel? Why did you bite me?" Minho asked, touching his bleeding lips, flinching at the numbness.

Jisung stood up from the sofa and crossed his arms, "Nope. I'm a normal human being who just did self-defence."

"This is not self-defence but harassment,"

"Which I didn't do for granted." Jisung replied, smirking.

"I can't tolerate you anymore," Minho exclaimed, walking away from Jisung and opening his office drawer, picking up a pile of paper.

Jisung frowned his eyebrows in confusion as the papers were thrown near the table which was in front of the sofa he was sitting on.

"What is this?" Jisung asked, looking up at the annoyed actor with raised eyebrows.

"Our marriage contract." Silence filled the whole office room. Jisung was staring at the older with a blank face while Minho stared at the latter, waiting for his response.

Suddenly, Jisung started giggling, then the next second he started laughing loudly as if he heard a funny joke. Well for him it was.

"Nice joke there, Zucchini." Jisung exclaimed, rubbing the tears from his eyes that came out as a result of his laughter.

"I'm not joking," Minho replied, making Jisung stop his laugh," I'm being serious here. I asked the men to bring you here because I wanted to show you our marriage contract."

Wetting his dry lips, Jisung looked away, making a tsk sound, then stood up, glaring at Minho.

"What did you take me for Mr.Lee? Our marriage contract?" Jisung asked, picking up the pile of papers in his hands, waving it,

"When did I say that I'm going to marry you? Who do you think you are, huh?" Jisung turned around the table and stood before Minho,

"If you didn't hear what I said at the hospital clearly, then hear this out," Jisung pointed a finger at Minho," I'm not going to marry you," He exclaimed, jabbing his finger over Minho's chest each time he spoke out a word.

Minho grabbed his hands which were placed near his chest and grabbed the paper from the other hand, shoving it to the side of Jisung's face," Even if you don't want to marry me, you have to do it, Han Jisung, and I will make sure of it."

Jisung pushed the older man away, "In your dreams." He exclaimed, turning around ready to leave, but Minho exclaimed something which made him stop in his tracks.

"How would your father feel if he forfeited all his properties?" Jisung turned around, frowning.

"What do you mean?" He asked, suddenly feeling uneasy about Minho's words.

Minho glanced at him with fake innocence.

"I mean isn't he a heart patient now? I was wondering how he would control himself from feeling more heartbroken if he came to know about the fact that…," The actor paused then suddenly started smirking.

"You have to be kidding me." Jisung said, almost whispering, completely turning around. "What did you do?"

Minho didn't say anything, instead, he walked towards his office chair and sat there while leaning against it with crossed legs, and crossed hands placing down his chin without touching the skin.

"Nothing. Just I got to get your father's signature on a white paper." Jisung's eyes widened in shock and Minho smirked even more," Now I'm thinking whether I should use it or not."

"You!" Minho raised a finger and shook it.

"Nah, if it was me I wouldn't even dare to raise my voice in this situation,"

"I'm not you." Jisung exclaimed, fisting his hands by grabbing the fabric of his pants.

"I know, Jisung," Minho whistled," but what are you going to do about this now?" Minho asked, raising the papers and pointing at a particular page where it showed his father's signature,

"Going to ignore these papers or?" Jisung looked down, tilting his face to the side, as he closed his eyes, feeling mad.

Why? Why does it always happen to me? What do I do to overcome all these kinds of struggles in my life?

Tears started shadowing his closed eyes. All sorts of sad and struggling moments in his life started rewinding in his mind.

Minho observed Jisung and furrowed his eyebrows seeing the younger looking all vulnerable, unlike the Jisung he knew.

What's happening? He thought.

Taking a deep breath, he glanced at Minho, his eyes holding determination, "What do you want from me?" He finally raised a question Minho was anticipating to hear from the younger.

"You have to marry me, Han Jisung," Minho exclaimed, feeling happy for some reason. "For that, you have to check the papers too." He declared, waving the papers.

The younger one didn't move for a moment, then he unhurriedly walked towards the table and Minho placed the papers over the table.

Jisung picked it up and started going over it. His face twisted, hands fisted the side of the paper as he started reading the contract.

This contract is for Mr.Han Jisung, to explain the rules and regulations that have to be followed after marriage. 

You have to look after Minho's routine and act according to it. This marriage contract is only valid for one year from the date where you get married.

He started reading out the rest of the rules, occasionally glancing at Minho with enraged eyes.

Signing the contract means you have accepted the proposal to get married to Lee Minho and are ready to follow the rules after marriage.

He blinked his eyes, feeling hesitant. He doesn't want to sign the papers, but at the same time, he doesn't want to feel like a murderer who killed his father without doing any physical harm.

He doesn't want any of the properties he doesn't care about, because when he dies he won't be able to bring this with him, so what's the point?

Nevertheless, he doesn't want to live his life with guilty feelings. If Minho can do such a thing with him then, it will be easy for him to do anything with his father without any reluctance.

"Why are you taking so long?" Jisung looked up and then at the paper.

"Pen." Jisung voiced out, blankly. Smirking, Minho handed the pen to Jisung, who took it in his hands. The younger glanced at the paper before signing it. He placed both things down, over the table not looking at Minho.

Minho took the papers in his hands and chuckled, staring at Jisung's signature, "Look, it would have been easy if you did this in the first place," Jisung didn't say anything, staring down at his feet.

"You can leave now. I will call you tonight to tell you about my plans." Jisung nodded, and without saying anything he left the office.

Minho felt a bit weird out of Jisung's behaviour but he shrugged his shoulders.

Suddenly their kiss came to his mind and he touched his lips, immediately regretting it as he felt pain. "That arrogant boy." He whispered, shaking his head.

His thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of his office phone. He took it in his hands and received the call, "Yes, Mr.Dao?"

"Please come to the parking lot, Sir! Someone is smashing your car!"

"What!"

Minho immediately rushed down the building, running towards the parking lot, and stopped in his tracks. Shocked to see Jisung standing near his car with an iron rod while surrounded by his bodyguards. The same men who had gone to pick Jisung from his apartment before.

He glanced at his car, his eyes widened in surprise. The front windscreen glass was smashed, the front bunker was out of shape, and his rear mirror was hanging down on a thin thread from his car.

Jisung saw Minho standing far away, totally shocked. "Here comes the most awaited person," He exclaimed, grabbing Minho's attention.

"I've to obey your rules after marriage right?" Jisung exclaimed, hitting the ground with the rod,

"So I'm just going to make sure that you are going to live a hell of a life." He said before smashing the car doors hard, startling everyone. He glanced at Minho and smirked.

"Welcome to my life, future husband."