Bed of Roses *Minsung*

7: An evening with a gangster

*For the scene near the end of the chapter, I don't have a particular song for you, but I listened to these if you want a suggestion or an idea for the vibes I was going for

*The way you look tonight- Michael Buble
* You and I - Michael Buble
* You don't know me - Michael Buble
*When I fall in love - Michael Buble
* A song for you- Michael Buble
(Lol)

"Okay, where are the fangs?" Jisung placed his hands on either side of Minho's face, using his thumbs to push his top lip in order to reveal his teeth.

Minho caught Jisung's wrists, holding them out to the sides to keep them away as he laughed a little. "If I really was a vampire, did you think it was a good idea to go near my teeth?"

Jisung tilted his head. "Well, being a vampire is almost more believable." He smirked. "And what, are you saying you don't bite?"

"I can if you'd like me to," Minho easily retaliated.

Jisung smiled at that, and then he glanced at the people around them. Wealth and weapons, poisonous smiles and sugary threats... he was honestly stupid for not putting it together thirty minutes ago. 

"Are you about to freak out on me?" Minho asked, drawing Jisung's attention back to him.

Jisung let out a small laugh. "Are you kidding? You're unfairly handsome and you come with power." He took Minho's hand, placing it onto his lower back and leaning into his space. "Take me now, I'm all yours," he said in an overly flirtatious manner, his voice taking on a strange accent.

Minho stepped back. "Don't make it weird." He was still sure to take Jisung's hand as he turned away. "Let's just find the food, I'll need the nutrients and energy to deal with your questions."

Jisung laughed and swung their joined hands a little. "Come on, I'm not going to bombard you with questions. I'm on a date with a gangster, what more could I ask for?"

As they walked, Minho raised an eyebrow down at him. "So the other day when you warned me that you might be the crazy one between us, you weren't kidding?"

"No, not really. I could be very honest with you about my past, but I'd rather not disclose such information in this setting." Jisung really didn't have a wild or crazy past. He was a normal kid, save for the fact that he was obsessed with flowers and the only gay kid in his school for some time. But he did have a tendency to come off a little... crazy. Yes, that was the word his mother and all of his friends used. But he liked to think that he was just a healthy mix of brave and stupid.

Minho was wearing a small, crooked grin. "Tell me, why are you more fascinating the more I learn about you?"

"I could say the same thing about you, Lee Minho, crime lord. Or do you prefer being called a gangster? A gang leader?"

Minho set his hand on Jisung's lower back, guiding him forward and showing others that he had his back simultaneously as they stopped at one of the many tables stacked with food. "If you want to go with my official rank, that would be the most accurate. I haven't quite made my way into the mafia yet, but that is sort of my goal."

Jisung paused in the middle of filling his plate with fruits and desserts. "Okay, now you're just messing with me. The mafia?"

"Really? That's what you choose to call bullshit?"

"I mean... what the hell, have I stepped into a movie or a comic book?" Jisung glanced around them before leaning a little closer to Minho. "I just need to know one thing. Is it dangerous for me to be here?" That was one thing he was smart enough to ask. He was stupid, but not stupid enough to think that everything was gold and cream puffs.