My Roommate is Dead | Minsung

Minho vs Lino

‼️ T/W: Sexual aggression bordering on assault ‼️
‼️‼️ = Start ❤️❤️ = End
(Don't worry, it's mild but definitely upsetting.)

The rest of the week was pretty normal. As normal as life with a ghost roommate could be, anyway. They spent their evenings watching shows and movies and began taking turns cooking dinner, now that Lino was feeling completely better.

During the week, Jisung worked on planning his Friday night date with Minho. He decided on a walk in the park and a light dinner, then gaming at an arcade where you could drink, eat snacks, and win prizes. He wasn't sure if Minho would enjoy it, but he knew the point had been for him to plan to do the things he liked, so that's what he did.

The walk was chilly, but peaceful, and they held hands the entire time. Dinner was perfect and it felt nice to not be too stuffed before they went to the arcade for drinks and snacks. The only problem was that Jisung didn't account for not being full enough to handle drinking as much as he did.

After turning in their tickets and selecting a couple prizes, Minho carried Jisung to the car on his back, not trusting that the drunk boy could make it there without falling into a bush or something. He laughed nearly the entire way back to the old house while Jisung belted out to every song that came on the stereo. Minho decided he probably did actually have a nice voice, but the drunk version was a little questionable.

Finally, they got back to the house and Minho promptly ran around to the passenger's side to open the door and help Jisung out of the car. He continued to sing the last song that had been playing as he stumbled up to the front door.

Jisung fumbled with his keys, but finally managed to open the door. By this time, Lino had already made himself vanish, deciding to hang out in the master bedroom so he didn't have to witness any nonsense.

"Heyyyy, aren't you coming in?" Jisung slurred to Minho who was still standing on the porch.

"If you'd like me to, I'd love that," he smiled.

"Come onnnnn," Jisung whined as he pulled on Minho's hand, forcing him into the house.

"Okay okay," Minho laughed. "What do you want to do?" He asked once they were in the living room.

"Oh! We should dance! That's usually what Hyunjin and I do when we drink. Oh he's a reeeeally good dancer," he chuckled. "But he kinda looks like a praying mantis. Shhh don't tell him I said that!"

"Alright, we can dance if you want," Minho agreed.

Jisung grabbed the remote and turned on his favorite playlist, then immediately started dancing around.

"I love this song!" He shouted as he cranked up the volume.

"You're adorable," Minho laughed as he watched Jisung's drunken dance skills.

A couple songs played through and Minho made sure to keep a slight distance so he didn't get smacked or kicked by flailing limbs. Finally, Jisung started to slow down and eventually took a break. He flopped onto the couch and giggled while trying to catch his breath.

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"I thought you'd never get tired," Minho chuckled as he joined Jisung on the couch and turned down the volume.

"Pfft I'm not tired," Jisung slurred and attempted to smack Minho's arm, but he caught his wrist and held it.

"Feisty, are we?" He purred.

"I know you are but what am I?" Jisung laughed as he shook his arm around, trying to pull it from Minho's grasp.

"You think I'm feisty? Perhaps. But I think you like it." Minho's voice was low and raspy as he moved towards Jisung, causing him to lean back.