Trope (Minsung)

Levi Jeans

"You're acting up"

No answer.

"Is this really you being jealous? I thought you said you hate me?"

No answer.

"Fine then. Keep it that way." Minho scowled.

Jisung was giving him the silent treatment. More so because of Mina and not because he almost lost his life to h20 today.

Jisung had changed into Felix' clothes that the fashion fanatic had stashed in his overnight bag. He's wearing a hot pink track suit, the sweatpants of which are low rise and the soft material is so pleasing to look at. Jisung loves it, unlike the monotonous uniform he had been delegated to since he begun working in the diner.

He had to wear that dinky uniform for two years at least, excluding his off days. It's actually insane for him to look back at. His daily life as he knew it changed faster than he could even spell Boa.

It's not that Jisung didn't have big dreams and a plan for his future, it is the fact that he could only stick to what he knew. What he was taught. To one day become an upstanding man, get a job in Boa, and eventually make a family with a nice church woman. The job as a waiter was just a start to that set life plan.

Something about almost dying makes one rethink a lot of things. Like.... did Jisung want the life Bao had laid out for him ? Did he know what he wanted ? Can he trust Minho? Should he run ? Is there a better food than mac and cheese ?

Deep and stupid thoughts simultaneously ran through his head. Alcohol and water being two dizzying components that had Jisung feeling particularly on edge. This is a different effect from the time when he was drunk with Felix in the club.

"Ji ?" Minho tried one more time for good measure, to no avail. Preppy songs played in the background in the car.

Minho gave up with a heavy heart on trying to talk to Jisung. He just drove. Not singing along. Not peaking at Jisung, but gripping on the leather of the stirring rather tightly. Minho didn't want to admit it. Why would he, a grown ass man, admit to a fussy Jisung that he wanted-no- needed, to hear his voice?

He wanted to hear that soft nervous voice that he grew to love.

He needed it.

The silence went on. It's like their theme song is silence. Unforgiving and scorning. The first thing Minho does when they reach home, is get in the shower.

And Jisung cooks. He's angry, but hungry. He is a firm believer that the right food can fix anything.

~Ice-cream sundae when sad (Rocky road, Cookie dough and chocmint only)~

~chilli bean soup when angry~

~watermelon or cotton candy when happy~

Chilli bean soup it is tonight. Minho's bland tastebuds can't handle a little spice. Jisung finds this funny.

Jisung gets to preparing the dish. Adding as much chilli sauce as possible.

Dinner is served with grudge this very night. They eat. Well, Jisung eats while Minho sputters and coughs at the spicy dish.

He's drinking several sips of water. Sticking his tongue out like the drama queen he is, and Jisung can't help but roll his eyes. It's not even that spicy.

After dinner Jisung had went to take a shower, and Minho cleaned up.

Jisung wanted to sleep on the couch tonight, he insisted.

But Minho offered him the bed.

"I'll sleep on the couch, it's okay" Minho said a sadly.

He had sat on the corner of the bed, after taking a pillow, and the bed cover.