“If you don’t stop I’m going to throw a glass at your face. You and Hwajung in any kind of sexual situation is not something I want to think about. It’s not something I want to even acknowledge. I struggle enough to remember you’re both grown ass adults now.” He shrugged slightly at his brother explanation, knowing that he was right but not willing to verbally admit it. Minjae didn’t need to be brought down like other members but what could Minho say. By this point, it had become second nature to play up that side of his personality. It helped that it was simply just fun to tease and drag Minjae as well. “And that is why you’re my favourite brother. Well, that and the fact I would shoot the rest of them in the face but I feel like that’s a mutual thing in our family by now.”
Minho hid a smirk behind his drink as he listened to Minjae talk. A small swell of pride washing over him. Minho knew his brother worked hard, it was why he hadn’t even thought twice about accepting his brother into the Lost Boys, he knew Minjae wouldn’t slack and think he could swan around without doing anything just because he was Minho’s brother. Minjae wasn’t like that. “It’s not often I say this to people, so you better feel fucking special, but you’re doing enough. Don’t overwork yourself.” The words were out quick and simple, Minho not wanting on the affection that went with them. Affection wasn’t something he did with Minjae mostly because he didn’t really know how to, not that he was going to admit that. He cared about Minjae and he knew Minjae cared about him, he wouldn’t have followed him all the way from Shanghai if he didn’t, and that was enough for Minho. Forms of showing that though felt uncomfortable and clunky. The Park siblings didn’t show emotion, they’d always been taught that, and for all of Minho’s attempts at forgetting everything he was taught back in Russia it was hard to learn new ways of living. “Я рассчитываю на.” Minho sing-songs, eyes half on his watch and on his brother. A shit eating grin slowly pulling at his lips as he watches Minjae work.
"You say that, but the worst you'll give me is maybe a black eye. Depending on how explicit I get with my first orgasm.-- I'm telling you, an ass like that is a once in a lifetime ass. It sucks she won't ride this dick anymore." Minjae did genuinely like her, wanted to be with her even; But it seemed as if she wasn't the type to settle down in relationships and it's something that he probably should've noticed from the get go. "But yeah we're both grown ass adults now. When are you taking me out for my birthday?" Blonde hair sweeps into his eyes, and he takes a moment to push it out the way before taking another sip of his drink. He didn't need Minho to tell him he was right, he knew it without words. And the sense of self satisfaction and smugness that bubbled up in the pit of Park Minjae's stomach was a strong one, face clearly reflecting his emotions. "You know us Parks, violent, messy and for the most part we all hate each other."
"I'm doing enough, and yet you're going to make me sell drugs as if it's my job. Nice try." He hums, smiling at the compliment. Praise was a thing Minjae loved, though he wouldn't dare say it. After years and years of being ignored or having his ideas stolen by jealous older brothers, it was nice to hear some one say that he was doing a good job. The younger stands from his seat, patting his brother's shoulder before taking the last sip of his drink, "You're doing good too, don't over work yourself. Prodigy or not." And with that, he went to work, cracking his knuckles in the process as he began his usual magic, the nervous glances, the hesitancy-- It was shit like this that reminds Minjae of how good of a business man he could've been. It takes a few tries and gestures, but he manages to crack a deal, dumping off the drugs and walking back with the wad of cash stuffed into his wallet; before he checks his watch. "Just under the time limit-- right?"
