Bed of Roses *Minsung*

19: Crazy little thing called love

*Anyone order fluff? Because the package has arrived ^u^
*Enjoy!

It must have been the late hour, or the newly received trauma, but Jisung fell dead asleep within minutes of being in the car, body curled against Minho, both dressed in the emergency clothes the gangster had brought. They both smelled faintly like the lake they'd taken such a lovely swim in, but at the very least they were dry for the drive home.

 By the time they arrived at Minho's penthouse, the sun was beginning to crawl its way into the sky, lazily, as if it didn't want to rise. Jisung wasn't even aware of it until he woke up wrapped around Minho like a koala as he was carried into the elevator.

"Minho?"

"Yeah?" he hummed, leaning back against the wall of the elevator and rubbing a soothing hand up and down Jisung's back.

"I'm sorry for- for letting them take me."

"Stop right there, flower, I won't accept any apologies from you right now because you don't owe any." Minho's voice was soft, offering a softer impact to Jisung's sleepy ears. "I do not blame victims for anything, understood?"

Jisung felt a small amount of relief, but a small kernel of something akin to guilt remained wedged somewhere in his stomach. "You... brought a whole team for me."

"Of course I did. My entire team is necessary for things of utmost importance."

That prompted Jisung to sit up a little from his position, bracing his hands on Minho's shoulders to look him in the eye. "I'm... that important?" It nearly sounded unbelievable, for some reason. He knew feelings were blossoming between them, they'd agreed to be boyfriends, after all, but for some reason, hearing the fact that he held importance within a world like Minho's sent a warm shock through his system.

Minho's eyes grew warm with just a hint of sadness. "Jisung, you're more important to me than I should probably admit. I would have recruited the whole fucking mafia to come get you." His hand moved to cup the florist's jaw. "Is that clear to you?"

Jisung swallowed. This was no time to cry. Or was it? He blinked rapidly, trying and failing to keep his emotions at bay. He quickly wrapped his arms back around Minho's neck, pressing his face back against his warm skin as he sniffled a little.

"Aw, baby," Minho let out, softly, with a small amount of gentle amusement, rubbing Jisung's back again. "You're alright."

"I- I know, I'm not cry- crying." His voice came out thick and he sniffed again, giving himself away completely.

 "Of course not," Minho agreed, the smile in his voice still clear as he patted Jisung's head.

The elevator came to a seamless stop, and though Jisung was awake and perfectly capable of walking, he remained glued in Minho's hold as they made their way into the penthouse and up to the second floor within.

Minho set him down right outside the bathroom. "Head in, run a bath, I'll get some clothes and tea ready."

Jisung caught Minho's hand. "Wait. Can you... stay with me?"

Minho blinked in slight surprise. "Are you sure?"

"I'm more than sure." Jisung cleared his throat, face growing warm with the prospect of taking a bath with Minho. Soft intimacy was something Jisung was still a little unfamiliar with, but he wanted it right now. He needed it. "Please? I... I also want to take care of you. You had a bad night too."

"Ji-"

"Minho. You need care too." He squeezed Minho's hand. "Remember, you can't argue against me."

Minho's shoulders softened, melting under warm sap made to soothe and relax. He gave a loose smile. "Okay, it's impossible for me to say no to those eyes."