Bed of Roses *Minsung*

13: Just a little crazy

"You know you don't have to stay in here tonight," Minho reminded from his place in front of the closet as he unbuttoned his shirt.

"I know, I just... I want to." Jisung closed his eyes for a few seconds, cursing himself for sounding so squeaky and unsure. He was currently sitting on Minho's bed, dressed comfortably in sweats and a loose t-shirt, washed up and ready to sleep, but sitting as stiff as a board. He just couldn't seem to fully relax.

"Really? If that's the case, lay down, make yourself comfortable." Minho smirked at him over his shoulder and then dropped his shirt.

Jisung naturally blushed and glanced away, a slight pout on his lips. "You love to mess with me, don't you?"

"Flower, you're the one that messes with me, I believe."

"Yeah right."

"Remind me, who was it that tried making me lose our little bet?"

Jisung offered the gangster a glare and then shamelessly checked him out in all his shirtless glory. "I just hate to lose, that's all. By the way, if you sleep naked I'm out of here."

"You wouldn't enjoy the view like you clearly are right now?"

"When you're looking at a beautiful canyon, you take the entire view in together, you don't stare at the pile of rocks."

Minho laughed, which made Jisung's smile naturally emerge. "You lost me on that metaphor. Even if it did make sense, it went against your argument, because in your terms you aren't seeing the full picture."

Jisung shook his head. "Pervert."

"Only for you."

"Do you want me to leave?"

Minho suddenly came forward, stopping so close his toes nearly touched Jisung's, making the florist feel a bit small with the increased height disparity between them. "Never. I want nothing more than to keep you forever."

"What is this, Beauty and the Beast?" Jisung asked, though his joke came out a little breathless.

"I warned you at the beginning of all of this that I am possessive. You didn't seem to have a problem with that, but if you do now, I'm afraid it's too late."

Jisung leaned back on his arms to avoid craning his neck to the point of pain and tipped his head to the side. "Do you mean to sound so scary?"

Minho's smirk widened a fraction. "You're smiling a little, are you into being owned?"

"That's very kinky, but no, I prefer to be my own person, thank you very much." Jisung licked his lips, biting down another grin when Minho's eyes followed the movement. "But if you're curious about my preferences, I'm definitely into having a big 'scary' man wrapped around my finger."

Minho arched an eyebrow, and his following smile was dangerous. "Is that so?"

Jisung wasn't going to back down. "Definitely."

A brief, tense staring contest flickered between them, and they both started laughing at the same time.

Minho stepped back, shaking his head. "I'm beginning to think your supposed craziness wasn't a joke."

"'Supposed craziness?'" Jisung repeated, brows raising. "If you're just realizing that I might have been telling the truth, you're not as observant as I thought."

"You hide it easily."

"How so?"

Minho began emptying his pockets onto the desk a few feet away. "That pretty face would distract anyone, sweetheart."