[Saturday - 19.13]

Minho was out, planning on running down to the store right around the corner for some snacks, when he suddenly noticed a familiar figure standing against a brick wall on the other side of the road.

Ji looked around themselves casually, hands in their pockets and a black mask covering their face. The hood of Ji's hoodie was laying neatly over their head, just barely showing the black beanie sticking out from under it.

Minho smiled to himself, jogging across the street, but quickly stopping when another figure rushed up to Ji, talking in a whisper to the latter.

"How much for a pack of white?"

Minho could just barely hear them talking as he continued to slowly go closer to the pair.

"30 dollars." Ji answered, pulling a pack out of their hoodie pocket and subtly showing it to the person.

The unknown person slipped Ji a couple bills, which Ji looked at, flipping them over a couple times before handing over the pack, doing a simple fist bump with the stranger before the stranger quickly ran away.

Ji pulled some kind of wallet out of their pocket, neatly placing the money into it before stuffing it back into their pocket and looking back up.

"Did i just witness a drug-deal?" Minho asked in disbelief, coming up from beside the other.

Ji yelped, jumping to the side.

"God, Minho, warn me next time goddamn!" Ji huffed, placing a hand over their heart.

Minho chuckled, leaning on the wall next to Ji.

"So you really do sell drugs, huh? Not just a rumor?" Minho sighed, smiling sadly.

"Yeah, well a person's gotta eat." Ji shrugged, stuffing their hands back in their pockets.

"Do you make a lot?" Minho questioned.

"A small percentage of every package I sell." Ji shrugged, looking around.

"Can't you take the drugs yourself? And sell them on your own so you make more! That'd make you more money than working for the mafia boss or whatever you work for." Minho asked curiously.

"First off, that's ridiculous, I'd be dead before I could even step foot outside the city border. Second that'd only keep me stable for like a month. You need a well driven factory like my boss runs to live off of drug sales." Ji answered.

A figure came jogging past Minho, stopping in front of Ji, already with a bill in his hands.

"Two packs of weed."

Ji accepted the money quickly, counting it and checking that the bills were legit before handing over the packs, doing a simple fist bump with this one too before the person ran off.

"You sell weed too?" Minho questioned.

Ji nodded.

"Isn't that like, not hurtful? Have you ever tried it?"

"It's not hurtful, but no I haven't tried it. I don't waste my money on drugs." Ji answered.

"Then just take some, they won't notice, it'd be fun to try!" Minho insisted.

"They would absolutely notice, dude! They do routine checks every night after I come back, and if the numbers don't match the packs I have left, I'm as good as dead." Ji shook their head.

"How about I buy one then. We can try it together." Minho insisted.

Ji looked towards the elder to see if he was serious.

"What?"

"How much is it?" Minho asked, pulling out his wallet.

"Minho-"

"How much?" Minho asked again.

Ji looked at Minho like he was crazy, not really taking the other seriously.

"15 dollars." Ji muttered softly.

Minho handed the younger 15 dollars from his wallet, holding out his hand.

"My pack?" Minho urged, rocking back and forth on his feet.

Ji fumbled with the bills in their hand, pulling out a small bag of weed and handing it over to Minho, dumbfonded.

Minho smiled, looking down at it excitedly.

"It's very small for the price." Minho chuckled.

"Yeah, well that's how drugs work." Ji shrugged, looking Minho up and down, puzzled.

"Isn't your dad a cop? Shouldn't you be home, not out here with a bag of weed you just bought illegally?" Ji asked in disbelief.

"He's on patrol tonight. You know anywhere we can take this? Doing it out in the open seems dumb." Minho asked.

Ji nodded, starting to walk down the street.

Minho followed happily, looking around happily to try and figure out where Ji was taking him.

"Do you even know how to handle weed? Do you have paper? A lighter?" Ji asked the elder.

Minho shook his head happily, smiling at the younger.

"Nah, I was kinda hoping you would have some." The elder smiled sheepishly.

Ji rolled their eyes with a small smile on their face.

Minho giggled cutely, following Ji over a fence and into what looked like an abandoned factory of some kind.

Ji sat down against the wall, patting the space next to themselves.

"Ok, pay attention, Mr. Goodie-two-shoes, I only provide special weed 101 courses one time per customer." Ji joked, pulling a paper out of their pocket.

The latter grabbed Minho's weed from his hands, opening the package and neatly spreading the product out in a thin line across the middle.

The latter rolled the paper up, trapping the weed tightly inside it. They twisted one end shut, leaving the other end open.

Ji grabbed their lighter, lighting the joint on fire.

"You know this part right? Put in at your lips and breathe." Ji chuckled, handing it over to Minho.

Minho sent Ji a small glare, accepting the joint and quickly putting it to his lips not to waste much product. Ji watched as Minho laid his head against the brick wall they sat against, breathing out a gray cloud.

Minho sighed in content, offering the joint to Ji whom accepted it with a chuckle, taking a big breathe of it.

Minho chuckled when Ji started coughing lightly, handing the joint back over to the owner.

"Aren't you supposed to be the drug expert here? Can't even handle a small puff?" Minho teased.

Ji sent Minho a glare but couldn't help but chuckling along, feeling content and comfortable in the elder's company.