Bed of Roses *Minsung*

22: A real test

**A few things. This chapter and the next were originally all one but then it was just... massive. Long. Drawn out. So this one is more normal, maybe on the short side.
**With that, the song I was gonna pop in for the chapter is relevant (mostly) to both this and the next one.

*So the song for this (and chap 23) is the same, I'll post it both times.

*Don't listen until after the second ❦❦❦ (spoilers lol)
* Body bag- Neoni

* 3, 526 words

Jisung swore this only happened in the movies; waking up tangled with someone under the soft flecks of sunlight peering through the curtains, dust motes dancing lazily, a cat at their feet. Waking up like this with Minho was a dream, one he never wanted to end.

What the movies didn't show, however, was the way his arm was completely numb. Jisung groaned under his breath, using his free hand to lightly push Minho's body in an attempt to retrieve his arm from where it was crushed underneath the gangster. When it came to sudden noises or movements, Minho was alert instantly, but around Jisung, he slept like the dead.

Jisung had to wriggle his way flat on the sheets, tucking his head under the covers to be able to brace his knees and use leverage to free himself. He pushed out an exasperated sigh, most of his arm was free but his hand was still stuck. "Minho. Dandelion." He pushed and pulled. "Seriously, Min, you need to move, my arm is going to fall off."

The gangster muttered something incoherent under his breath.

Jisung groaned, dropping his forehead against the bed. "Lee Minho, I swear..." Still no movement.

No problem.

Jisung sat up, slowly dragging himself to lay over Minho's chest. He softly pressed his lips to Minho's jaw, then his chin, followed by his nose. "You should wake up, baby," he whispered, his smile emerging softly. He ran his fingers through that messy hair. "Or I'll just keep bothering you."

Minho still didn't move, so Jisung didn't stop, keeping his lips soft as he kissed spots along the gangster's face, his cheeks, his lips, his nose. When he finally began stirring, Jisung boldly kissed the underside of his jaw and then his pulsepoint.

He shifted. "Flower, what are you up to?" he let out through a rough, sleepy voice, one hand moving to rest on Jisung's lower back.

"Nothing." He kissed Minho's neck again. "Just trying to get my arm free."

A quiet chuckle. Minho rolled over, instantly switching their positions. Jisung laughed a little as he heard Poppy jump off the bed with an annoyed mroww.

"Dandelion, you just made my whole situation worse," Jisung complained, holding his numb arm to his chest as it tingled, rubbing it in an attempt to bring it back to life.

Minho frowned, sleepy eyes finally opening fully. "We're back to Dandelion?"

"It's supposed to be endearing. And if you don't like it, I guess I'll use it every time I'm annoyed with you."

His frown deepened. "You're annoyed with me?"

Jisung gave a fond laugh, reaching up to touch Minho's cheek and move some of his hair out of the way. "No, baby, I just wanted my arm back." He wiggled his numb fingers in emphasis. "And now I do."

Minho's smile bloomed. "You called me baby."

"Have I not called you that before?"

"If you have, then we both have a terrible memory." Minho collapsed onto Jisung, pulling an audible oof from the florist's lips. He sprinkled kisses all over his cheeks before leaning back with a smug smile. "There, now I've returned the favor."