Bed of Roses *Minsung*

Epilogue: Power

*This story is my most popular and I have followed your love-filled demands for an epilogue :)

*Smut after the ❦❦❦. They're married so the smut is a bit more smutty than other scenes I've written lol. (Not too bad, but it's more lol)

*5,755 words

Being married to a mafia don had its perks. Being pampered was a guarantee, with gorgeous views from a penthouse, a huge, luxury bathtub, and of course a bed to die for. Loving affection never died down, through daily life and during special occasions alike. (The sex was amazing too, of course). Dates were always top notch, ranging from dinners at nice restaurants, to trips to other countries, like Japan and Norway. And most of all, protection was always promised. In one way or another.

Though, at the moment, protection was seemingly nowhere to be found. Seemingly.

Jisung was taking a stroll along the streets his husband literally owned (no biggie), dressed in a soft black sweater and a short, pale blue skirt. He didn't wear skirts terribly often, but tonight, the outfit was geared toward a specific purpose. He was alone. It was getting late...

Any time now.

Jisung was a little cold. He applauded those that could handle dressing cute and sexy in cold weather, because he was not equipped for that. And the shoes he was wearing. He would burn them in the pits of hell the second this night was over. They were black with a thick black bow at the top half, cute to some people, not to Jisung's taste. But that's not why he hated them. They were heeled shoes. It was a wider heel, sure, but that didn't take away the fact that his ankles were thinking of breaking. They weren't stable at all.

His phone buzzed from the pocket at the back of the skirt. Minho had just sent a picture of a recipe along with a 'do you think this might be good?'

Jisung didn't have time to look at it. Then again, maybe being 'distracted' by his phone would help with what he was trying to accomplish.

He slowed his pace but continued walking as he scanned the recipe and typed out his opinion. Minho was the main cook between them, so all he could really give was thoughts on his experiences with certain ingredients and how some things tasted together. He ended his little string of messages with a peach emoji and then quickly tried deleting it because he meant to send the pink heart.

He'd pay for that little mistake later, his husband was obnoxiously obsessed with heavily flirting with Jisung every time the opportunity presented itself.

Of course Minho's response to Jisung's explanation was nothing more than several smirking emojis. Great.

Jisung tucked his phone away again and kept walking, turning his attention to the darkened streets around him. Maybe this wasn't worth it tonight, it was getting later and colder, and he knew that Minho would be heading home in about an hour.

Just as the thought to go home crossed his mind, a large man stepped out in front of him. He tried veering to the left, but the man moved with him.

"Hey, where are you off to all by yourself, pretty?"

Jisung tilted his head. "I could ask you the same thing."

The man came closer. He was balding, his arms were big, but so was his belly. Gross. "I'm just looking for some company." He grabbed Jisung's arm. "Would you like to give me some?"

Jisung braced his feet on the sidewalk. "No, now let go."

"Or what? I'm just bein' nice." He suddenly turned and yanked, pulling Jisung into the dark alley off to the side and practically throwing him against the wall. A gasp rattled out of Jisung out of pure instinct. "We'll just have some fun and then you can leave." The man's hands landed on his thigh and hip.