After Dark 》Minsung

5 》Of First Times

Ahhh you guys are so sweet :((

So, I've decided I'm going write either up to and halfway through the spice (Pretty much as far as I'm comfortable) or the aftermaths of it, because ehhhhh idk. Then later on in the plot as everything develops, I'll see if I want to actually write something

Plus I almost?? I almost like the imagery I can use with the implications/borderlines more

Forewarning: Explicit talk throughout, pretty much the entire chapter. Gets a littttttllllee spicy toward the end

Minho paused his music, slowly sliding the headphones off of his ears as he meandered down the hallway and into the spare 'study' space. Quickly taking on the messy state of the space meeting him when he opened the door; The emo abysmal theme of black they always made fun of, the various band posters plastered to the wall, narrowly dodging the new vinyl records and pinned awards their friend's band earned; The instruments scattered wildly through the fairly large space as Minho had to take care not to step on a guitar case (Awkwardly large? Why the fuck was his house so big in the first place?), the drumset in the corner with the drummer perched atop his throne, phone in hand, occupied; And of course, everyone's favorite detail to what their friend group called the 'Rat Cave':

The indoor hammock.

The single most fought over item any of them owned, leading to at least two broken noses, wrestling in the doorway, four sprained ankles, a bowl of spilled cereal on a guitar amplifier, always feet swerving to trip and jump over one another to get to the hammock first. One time resulting in Felix hitting the ground face first as Chan set a trip wire up in the doorway. Another, ending with the window in the room busted out as Minho tried to shove Changbin out of the canvas bed. A few times ending in platonic cuddling and the chant of 'Not homo if you leave your socks on' in the swinging hammock due to the others refusing to move. Besides the few cuddling moments, violence was all the rats knew, and in the rat cave, violence was the only rule that stood undeniable.

And 'It isn't homo if you say no homo'.

You can't fight the law dictated by the land.

The indoor hammock which Changbin, the bastard, absconded as soon as Minho rolled his way out of it. His hands occupied with the guitar he was lightly plucking as he swayed back and forth.

Minho bit back a slight hiss at the older who took his comfortable seat, instead flopping down on the black sofa off go the side of the room. He tossed his phone down on the cushions before calling them lightly, "Changbin, Chan."

"What do you want, dickwad?" Chan answered, not even bothering to look up from typing away at his phone scene.

"Quick, someone offers sex. Yes or no."

"Yes," The older didn't miss a beat in his answer.

"Probably, why?" Changbin tilted to look at Minho. His hands halted on the guitar strings and frets, bringing their melodic sound to a still as the lucky bastard continued to swing in the hammock, "Is there certain conditions to it? Like, is this a prostitue? Am I going to be murdered by assassins? Is it a joke? Is it only if we engage in water play?"

"Phone sex," Minho pitched in the clarification, glancing between their relaxing forms and their eyes slowly peeling up to him as his own hesitation brought his words to a halt. He waited another few seconds before finally asking, "Yay or nay?"