Bed of Roses *Minsung*

26: Who we are

*Song dedicated to this last chapter is Valentine- Maneskin
*I know the story of the song isn't totally perfect for this, but it's a good song, one, and two, the vibes of it and the lyrics are pretty good for this :)

*A tiny bit of smut, but it's not detailed like at all, and it's not long or anything, but I'll add this warning anyway.

*5,088 words

The breeze was cold, shifting through Jisung's hair and making him pull his jacket closer around his body. He knew he should probably go inside to avoid freezing, considering he just saw a snowflake dance by, but he didn't feel like moving just yet. His rooftop garden was mostly shut down for the winter. A small section that he'd planted some time ago was sheltered under a mini greenhouse, but otherwise the place was unused.

 Jisung was in deep thought, sitting against one of the now-bare trees, staring at the city below the mist hanging in the air. Just a little bit ago he'd chatted with his mother on the phone, and though she was a little skeptical about him living with someone he'd only known a little less than a year, she was supportive, for the most part. In fact, she wanted to meet Minho, to come visit and see how everything was, what his garden was like. And that conversation led to him sitting here thinking.

He'd been living with Minho for a month now and it was amazing, but it could be stressful, there was no denying that. Jisung followed his typical habits of staying at the shop late, cleaning and sorting, cycling in new plants he'd managed to grow on the rooftop before it got too cold, and so on. Minho picked him up every night, but for the past few weeks, the gangster had driven him home and gone back to work. All the little things added up to the couple hardly seeing each other.

Of course that was a part of life. No matter how much people loved each other, the busy currents of life were neverending and always pulling, but it still made Jisung a little more sad than he wanted to be. Thus another reason he was sitting on the rooftop in the cold.

Was it so bad to miss Minho when they hardly saw each other?

The door clicked, and Chi-Won slowly came closer, hands folded in front of himself. When Jisung waved him over, the bodyguard approached and signed, "Boss is still busy. Sorry, Ji."

Jisung glanced back down to the misted lights of the city, swallowing his disappointment. "It's okay, Chi-Won." The guard waited. "I want to sit here a little longer, if that's okay?"

Nothing more was needed, so Chi-Won nodded and left the rooftop once again.

Jisung's fingers were starting to go numb, but it somehow felt nice out here. The cold made him think a little more clearly, made him ground himself a little better. He wanted to talk to Minho. But how could he express missing his boyfriend when said boyfriend wouldn't even come see him?

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Jisung was nearly asleep when the door of the bedroom opened behind him. Light from the hall spilled inside and then went dark immediately with the sound of a flicking lightswitch. The door closed silently, clothes rustled. A drawer opened and closed, something landed softly on the floor.

A moment later the bed dipped, and a hand softly landed on the side of Jisung's head, a thumb brushing under his ear, fingers carding through his hair. "Sorry I'm late, baby," Minho whispered. His lips softly landed on Jisung's temple.

Unable to get his voice to work through his nearly-asleep state, Jisung simply reached up and touched Minho's hand, pulling it down and kissing his fingers.

Minho turned his hand over, squeezing Jisung's instead. "Your fingers are cold." His body settled, his bare chest warm against Jisung's back as he pulled their bodies close together.