Red Chrysanthemum - Minsung

Chapter 20

The rest of the night had gone well, Minho and Jisung had talked out the rest of their problems and were on much better terms than before. They manly joked about how Jisung only remembered the time they fucked and how sexually deprived they both were. The rapper was surprised by the brunet's answer, he was expecting the gorgeous man to have been very active over the past few months, but apparently not, since that was the first time in 6 months that he'd kissed someone, let alone made-out with them.

Now, three weeks after Seungmin's rather eventful party, the boys were on excellent terms, their past relationship was mostly restored, apart from all of the sex it seems. Minho spends more time at the studio and has even intruded on some of Jisung's late night recording sessions, where they've had a lot of fun just chatting about whatever crosses their mind.

They talked about their past, the present and even what they want in the future. Conversation comes easy for them and even the occasional snippet of silence was never uncomfortable. And today is no exception.

Jisung was fiddling with Minho's middle parting, which he couldn't seem to get right this morning as he left in a hurry for his dance studio. He had invited Jisung to check it out after the younger had expressed his desire to learn more about his hobbies again. They were receiving some rather odd stares from the other passengers on the bus but they didn't care, Parisians are always judgemental.

"Does it look good?" The older asked, a hint of worry furrowing his brow. Jisung smiled, he'd been doing that more often now that he's found the Minho he knew and loved.

"Of course it does, Min. It's you for fuck's sake." He teased and booped his nose gently. Minho scrunched it up, his ears growing red as he looked away.

"Stop with the ego-boosts, I don't need them." He laughed at the younger's compliment, shrugging him off. Jisung pouted and crossed his arms in mock anger, eliciting a weary smile from Minho.

"Okay, fine. You don't have to stop with the ego-boosts, I like them." He said, his voice soft and gentle as he patted the younger's hair delicately. Delicious warmth rose in Jisung's stomach and he couldn't help the smug smile that tugged at his lips as he preened from Minho's touch.

Comfortable silence enveloped them soon after and they got off at a stop that was surprisingly close to Minho's dance studio. Walking over, Jisung admired the fairly modern buildings that still managed to keep a more classical Parisian style, with intricate facades and tiled roofs. Minho pulled out a bunch of keys and opened up a long hallway with various doors spitting out into it. He led Jisung over to the end of the corridor where he pushed open the door, his arms gesturing to the space beyond it theatrically.

"Welcome, to my studio." His tone was edged with mock-pomposity, drawing a giggle from the blond's lips.

Jisung walked inside and coated his expression in faked awe, playing along with Minho's theatrics.

"Holy shit." He mumbled, drawing out his syllables. "It's... a dance studio." He looked at the older with twinkling eyes as he tried to suppress a smile.

Minho burst into a fit of giggles, his once serious composure crumbling at the younger's terrible acting. He wiped tears from his eyes and the beautiful sound of his lilting laugh filled Jisung's ears, curving his lips into a delighted smile.

"Oh wow Jisung that was hys-"

"Hi!" The sound of a woman unnecessarily drawing out her greeting cut off the dancer as she closed the studio door behind her. Minho turned and immediately recognised his skimpily dressed dance student, Aera.

"Oh, hi Aera." He said politely as she began strutting over with an unbearably sweet, saccharine smile. Her gaze swept over Minho, shamelessly eyeing him from top to bottom as she completely ignored Jisung's presence. The brunet walked over to the blond and the younger could feel the unease positively drip from every move he made. So he draped an arm over his shoulder and stared Aera down like the possessive friend he is.