My Naughty Fake Bride

Bai Min looked adown, uncomfortable. He scratched his head as he cursed himself for speaking about the manga. 

For years now, he and Han Jie had argued about his inability or lack of interest to read her manga. For a few months, it had caused a strain on their relationship. 

Until Bai Min stumbled on an excerpt from one of the series in her manga, he had bought every manga Han Jie had written afterward every release date without fail. 

But he still couldn't let Han Jie know, or else she gloats about it. For him, who was into the guys as well, it was very appealing. And the last thing he wanted was Han Jie looking at him as saying, 'I told you so!' 

It was too late, though. 

"Sometimes." Bai Min mumbled, still feeling uncomfortable. 

"I knew it!" Han Jie said, jumping off the bed and twirling around the room. 

Bai Min turned red at her display. "We aren't done talking about the main point." He said tightly, trying to calm himself. Good thing, it was always easy to distract her. 

Han Jie stopped twirling long enough to say, "About what?" before she continued dancing clumsily around the room. 

"About Suzuki Kyou." 

Han Jie stumbled to a stop. She looked at him with a frown before asking, "What about him?" Suspicious laced in her voice. 

"Your reactions to him, maybe it's too soon for you to be alone with him for this drive." 

"That's crazy talk." Han Jie said tightly. "What if I don't get the nosebleed with him alone?" She had thought of that possibility, but there was no an opportunity to test it out. 

"What? Are you planning to experiment on it? You should go to the hospital first!" He reprimanded.

"Well…" Han Jie chuckled awkwardly. 

"You know I'm right." Bai Min said soothingly. 

Han Jie shook her head vehemently. "No, you are not." She said in a still tight voice. 

Bai Min sighed and rubbed his temples. Then he suddenly looked at her with a sly glint in his eyes as he grins evilly, "Let's see about that." 

With Bai Min like this, she has a bad premonition. "You… You… What are you planning to do?" 

Bai Min shrugged his shoulders, "You don't need to know." He then added, "How about this, before you get to the car, tell Suzuki Kyou to call me if something happens." He suggested unhappily. 

Han Jie looked at him suspiciously. "Why?" She asked. 

"So I can say I told you so when you wake up, of course." Bai Min part teasing, part serious. He has his own plans, and Han Jie would just need to wait and see. She just needs to enjoy her current time with his boss. 

Han Jie broke into a happy smile. "Of course." She said, still grinning. 

Han Jie and Bai Min turned to look at the door with different reactions. 

Bai Min paled and urged the floor to open up and swallow just him while Han Jie smiled brightly at Suzuki Kyou. 

He was already nervous by just being Suzuki Kyou, without getting his attention, what more when he eyed Bai Min slowly like a hawk watching his every move? 

Bai Min pale further before looking at Han Jie knowingly. 

He wanted to frown at this action, but Suzuki Kyou instead gave Han Jie a small smile. ""Get ready, we'll be leaving soon." He said. 

Han Jie turned to look at Suzuki Kyou, "Give me a few minutes." she said and flounced into the bathroom. 

When Han Jie left, Suzuki Kyou eyes went back to Bai Min. "No going to work?" He asked expressionlessly. 

"I will, sir." He hurriedly said. 

Bai Min shouted some random words that Han Jie could hear inside the bathroom. He was hoping it sounded like goodbye before. 

Han Jie laughed inside the bathroom when she heard the way Bai Min's retreating spoke. "Bye! Take care!" She called out as well, cheekily understanding his nervousness. 

With this, Bai Min wanted to leave as soon as possible, and Bai Min also bid farewell to Suzuki Kyou. He was muttering under his breath, but was still particularly careful not to brush against him. 

The man nodded before allowing him to leave, and just like that, Suzuki Kyou was left standing alone in Han Jie's room, waiting for her to finish preparing… 

***

In an unknown place… 

A man was sitting inside a small white room with huge mirrors on both sides. Though he could only see his face pretty face, reflected by the mirror, he knew that there were people on the side of it looking at him. They were watching his every move. 

Are they laughing at him? 

What about pity? Do they pity him for being the fvcking white room? 

He frowned at the white padded walls of his room in anger. Yet, he could not vent his anger else he would be forced to wear the cursed jacket. 

'What gives him the right to do this to me?' He asked herself as he kept glaring at the walls. He felt betrayed. 

They were supposed to be family. Even his only friend allowed him to be put in this place. 

He was friends with Suzuki Kyou for a long time, and he did not look at him with contempt when he confessed his love towards him. 

But why? Why was he there? 

He knew he was not the perfect man for Suzuki Kyou. But who else could be? 

'If he wants, I can change into a woman. It does not matter, right?' He thought angrily. 'At least, I need to get out of here first…' 

His thoughts were beginning to depress him, and he wanted to destroy something or bang his head on the wall. Then the depression was slowly building up and might turn into anger. 

He frowned again and physically turned away from his thoughts to face another white padded wall. 

'What do they have that I don't?' He asked herself. Not many people could get close to Suzuki Kyou, and he was one of the few. For him, that was enough to make a difference, and that could not be compared with anyone else regardless of the gender.

He raised a finger to his mouth and started to chew at the cuticle. His mind was running all the things that he could to be able to get out and be free sooner. 

His tongue suddenly tasted iron. When he looked at his finger, he sighed in disgust at himself due to the blood. He had chewed on it until it bled. Still, he put the finger back in his mouth to stop the blood flow.

'I need a spa day.' He miserably thought as he glared at her other fingers. He felt dirty since he had never been this disheveled since he was thirteen and realized it was the love he felt for Suzuki Kyou. 

Suzuki Kyou is a clean freak, and because of that, he slowly changes himself to one a well. 

'I need to get out of here.' He thought desperately. 

'Hehe. Then if you get out, what are you going to do, fagot?' His lips started to tremble when he heard the voice again inside his head, nervously. 

'Stop… Stop…' He repeatedly changed inside his head as he tried desperately to calm himself down before the voices continue. 

'They'll tear me apart.' He fearfully thought as he held his hands to his head and rocked back and forth on the bed. But it was too late. The voices had taken over and continued to mock him. 

He made several keening noises for what he felt was an hour as he kept rocking back and forth. 

The noises he was making a stop suddenly. He then just lay straight on the narrow bed and stared at the padded ceiling of his room. Several thoughts chased each other in her head. 

'I'm the perfect person for Suzuki Kyou, who else could it be? I was born for him, created for him until he met that stupid kid. I must find her, and I must find that girl who changed my beautiful Kyou. Then I'll ruin her, right before Suzuki Kyou's eyes, so he knows how useless she is.'

He maliciously grinned before he laughed loudly. Then he got up from her bed and went to the door. 

"Open this door! Open it right now. He had no right to commit me, so open it right now." He yelled at the door as he banged on it nonstop. 

A few minutes later, the door swung inwards, forcing her to take a few steps backward. Then he paled. 

*** 

Author's Note:

If you also have free time, please check out my other books, while waiting for the update: 

- Beneficial Union: Chasing A Rogue Wife

- Marriage Right's: Billionnaire's Forgotten Wife

- Baby Contract: Forced Deal with a Dragon 

- OtherThoughs (For Announcements and Oneshots)

From the bottom of my heart, thank you very much!