Ꭱꭼꮇꭼꭰꭹ [Ꮇꮖɴꮯꮋꭺɴ]

✧ Ꮮꮻꮩꭼ Ꮲꮻꭲꮖꮻɴ ✧

Minho walked back, dropping himself onto the older's lap again, his back meeting his chest. "Five minutes, Channie."

Chan groaned at the small impact, he felt Minho grabbing his arms and next thing he knew they were being placed on his plush thighs. "C-Can I make some ground rules first? Before you just-"

"Nope!"

It was a game made for Chan to lose and they both knew that. He was just the idiot for agreeing to it.

Minho pulled out all the stops grinding his hips back against Chan's in tune of the muffled music through the wall - it wasn't fair. Honestly, Chan didn't stand a chance.

He was doing well until Minho had looked over his shoulder so they could make eye contact. A pretty face was pretty much the older's weakness.

Minho arching his back against his chest was Chan's breaking point. He scoffed, one arm curling around his waist tighter, the other feeling up Minho's chest for his hand to grasp at his neck.

"Fuck this challenge."

Coincidentally, Chan had said that the exact moment he lost.

Minho quickly flipped around on the older's lap, a dumbstrook look on his face. "You're hard!" His drunk- self was a bit too loud, even going as far as to poke the boner growing in Chan's jeans. "It's only been two minutes!"

His legs jerked from the feeling, Chan dropped his head back on the cushioned chair with a groan. Disappointed that he lost so quickly but he expected nothing less.

"No. I'm drunk." Chan said that as if it was an excuse and made anything better. "Emphasis on the drunk part." Expressing it to try and clarify his apparent problem.

Minho wasn't having it though, he won and he won fair and square. "And? You're still hard." He laid his hand flat on the large bump, giggling at Chan's reaction to it. "I won! I won! I wo-"

Chan clamped his hand down on Minho's mouth to stop him from shouting obnoxiously loud as he once was. "Alright, you fucking won. The real question is what you're going to do about it."

Minho smirked, grabbing Chan's wrist and leading him out of the club. He had a few ideas in mind.

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"It's so warm in here." Chan unlocked the front door, immediately being hit with a strong sweet smell. They had just gotten home in time before the rain would start

Minho inhaled, smelling brownies and immediately knowing Felix had to be in the kitchen. He walked over and his suspicions were confirmed.

"Hi Lixie. What're you doing?"

Felix was stirring a bowl but he held one arm out to give Minho a small hug. "Making these for our stoner boyfriends." He was making regular brownies but Changbin had suggested extra and now it was being mixed with cookie dough.

"I'm not a stoner! I don't and haven't smoked!" Changbin yelled from his seat, shooting the other a playful glare.

While they argued, Chan was in the process of sneaking over to the counter - eyeing the first batch of brownies that were lying on the cooling rack.