Ramè || MINSUNG

.20

When Minho woke he was faced with a snoring Jisung, a string of drool falling out of his open mouth.
'What the fuck? When did he get here? Why did he not leave? Who was in my wine? Jesus Christ why is it empty.'
"Oh, you're awake." Looking back Minho spotted Jisung, eyes wide but still lying in the same position.
"So are you. Why are you here? Did we?" His voice trailed off, hinting at other... activities.
"Dear God no! You got drunk off your ass and refused to drive me home so the only option was to stay here. Hope you don't mind but I went through your linens to get you a blanket." Jisung flashed Minho a grin, red tinting his cheeks.

"Minho's asleep. And I can't leave. I saw a door down the hall, near the linen closet, I wonder if that was his room." Jisung slowly stood up, waking his boss up was the last thing he wanted. Tip toeing down the hall he reached the door he saw earlier, the door painted a dark blue to contradict the white walls. Reaching for the doorknob he opened the door in one move, glancing back to see if any noise had stirred Minho before entering the room. It smelled like vanilla and cherries inside mixed with his cologne, the bed being made as if he didn't sleep in it at all and the nightstand littered with wrappers and -what seemed like used- tissues. On the desk was photos, some up right and some face down, small bits of glass were sprinkled around the ones faced down. Moving over to the desk Jisung brushed the glass bits off of one of the photos and looked at it, it was a photo of Mark and him, the two doing peace signs while on what looked like a pier.
"Cute." Jisung muttered before reaching for the next one. This photo had the frame cracked, almost shattered. The photo showed Minho smiling into the frame while Mark pulled what was obviously a fake smile, looking pained even. This brought a frown upon the blondes face, who wouldn't be happy with Minho.
"He's kind of a dick. No wonder why Minho broke up with him," glancing out of the corner of his eyes he noticed a black box under his bed. "What's that?" Getting on his knees he grabbed the box and opened the lid only to drop it, a deep red coating his face.
"What the fuck?!" With that Jisung placed the lid back on the box and kicked it back to its place under the bed.

"No, I don't mind. It is kind of chilly in here, that might be why you're red. Are you sick?" Jisung locked eyes with Minho, the red fading.
"I don't believe so. But I have to make it to my afternoon classes. So I have to go, get rest and I'll see you at work later." The younger got up and brushed off invisible dust before heading to the door.