Bed of Roses *Minsung*

10: Something more

Oddly enough, it was easy to fall into a routine of having breakfast with Minho every morning and then returning to the penthouse with him every night. They didn't always share dinner, as Minho was typically still busy during the night, if not more so, but the meals they did share at night were always simple and relaxed. And Jisung, though a florist and rather sheltered compared to a literal criminal, found it simple and easy to engage in conversation with the gang leader. They related to each other in a lot of ways, namely their humor, which made their banter easy and natural.

After the incident of trying to make Minho lose the bet, Jisung had sort of given up on trying anything. Intimacy was much more satisfying and beautiful when it came naturally, so he decided to just let things take their course. Which meant that being with Minho every night was relaxed and even fun.

They watched movies, binged a few series, played card games, attempted to play other board games but gave up when Jisung grew frustrated every time, and most of all, they talked. They talked about pretty much everything, from simple likes and dislikes concerning food and other simple matters, to deeper things, such as what their families were like and where they grew up.

Minho's story was surprisingly simple and rather generic. He was raised under two loving parents, had a cat he loved dearly that died of old age, and had a few close friends in school. However when one of those close friends was nearly beaten to death after getting mixed up with the wrong crowd, Minho's life took a turn. That was all the gangster said on the matter, but Jisung was determined to hear just how he began to lead a gang of his own.

In fact, Jisung made that his goal last night, but he wouldn't be able to pursue it just yet. Tonight he'd made plans to go out with Hyunjin, so it was the first night in nearly a week that he wasn't going to see Minho much at all. He'd still return to the penthouse, just not in time for a date. Not that it mattered at the very moment.

Jisung was swaying on the dance floor, his feet hardly moving, but feeling like he was spinning a million miles an hour. The drink in his hand was empty, whether he downed it himself or spilled it, it wasn't clear, but the glass wasn't leaving his grip any time soon.

Hyunjin was dancing with him, so they mostly looked like two idiots that decided to take up a corner of the dance floor just to be annoying, but neither of them cared. They were celebrating and getting hammered, they weren't going to pay anyone else any mind. Hyunjin had finally found a job, and he'd made it official with Felix just the other day, so their celebration was not unfounded.

 "Ji, I love you," Hyunjin sang over the beat of the music, dropping an arm around his best friend's shoulders and leaning against him. "I love you for coming with me to be stupid and- and drink everything in sight. We need to do this all the time... More times."

"We-" Jisung hiccupped slightly. "We used to do this too much, I think this is a better way of being awesome? Like this is more special fun, like an amusement park your mama won't let you go to."

"I miss my mama," Hyunjin groaned, now sagging against Jisung and making him stumble.

"She lives fifteen minutes from you, dummy, now get off!" Jisung tried pushing Hyunjin off, but the man was nicknamed 'noodle' for a reason. "You're such a pain in my ass, lemme dance!"

Hyunjin giggled and he stumbled back, twirling Jisung and making him completely dizzy under the colorful lights and loud music. "More drinks?!"

 Jisung felt himself stumble back into someone, and he mumbled a slurred apology before grabbing Hyunjin's arm and dragging him away from the surging crowd of club-goers. He became aware of the glass in his hand, though in his vision it looked like two, and he wrinkled his nose slightly before tossing the glass to the side blindly.