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The morning after Jisung's kidnapping, cops were combing the city, looking for their hideout after reports of suspicious activity were reported by nearby gangs who wanted them locked up and out of the way for their drug cartel.

They would never find them. Bloodlust had enough of their own kind in the police, paying off enough of the officers, who were just as drugged up and corrupt as them. They would pretend to search for the members, and return with their fruitless search to continue enjoying their highs.

But still, they couldn't go out to do anything. Their heavily tattooed bodies would be a dead giveaway to any of the surrounding gangs. Chan in particular was a well-known drug kingpin.

So they waited out the cops and the rival gangs in their dingy hideout den. Minho was listlessly passing time in the living room sipping a can of beer. His nose crinkled distastefully; the beer had gone warm. He sighed and leaned over the arm of the couch that didn't have the stuffing ripped out of it.

Minho didn't have anyone else to hang out with as the others were passing the time fucking. He tried to block out the moans floating through the thin walls. God, didn't they ever get tired of fucking?

Maybe it was just jealousy. He couldn't remember the last time he'd gotten laid, or even gotten off by himself. However, he used to rail people quite often, including someone in this very household.

It all started when Minho had come home late and walked in on Seungmin feeling himself up at his desk.

Seungmin had been quite quiet, but hadn't even noticed Minho walk in as he had bluetooth headphones in, listening to the sound of porn. His head was slightly tilted back with his eyes closed, and Minho froze, stunned, watching Seungmin silently moan in pleasure.

Unaware of his surroundings as he focused on the scene, Minho accidentally bumped the door, and Seungmin's eyes snapped open, sensing the movement. The older one jumped back, looking apologetic, and averting his eyes for the moment.

Seungmin hurried to cover himself with his hands. "What?" he said defensively, embarrassed. "Like you don't?"

"No, it's just . . . I don't know why I was expecting you not to. You never talk about it, so I figured it wasn't your thing."

Seungmin just looked at him, with an amused 'are you serious?' expression. "No, I do, but I appreciate it?"

Minho just stood there, not knowing what to do, and Seungmin became exasperated, laughing. "You just gonna stare, you perv?"

Minho gazed at him. "Mind if I join?" he had asked, surprising himself. His voice felt like it was coming from somewhere far away.

Seungmin stared back, also a bit stunned. He gave a small smirk.

Minho walked closer, and without a word, Seungmin pulled Minho onto his lap, grinding themselves together, groping each other.

After a moment, Seungmin looked from Minho's eyes to his chapped lips, panting. "Do you mind if I -" he started, before Minho pulled him into a rough kiss. Seungmin savored it, being the first time he'd kissed anyone in a while.

They ended up on the floor. Minho quickly threw a blanket down so that Seungmin wouldn't get a rug burn and tore off a condom from his back pocket.

Their clothes came off in a blur and soon, Minho was gripping Seungmin's waist, about to enter him. Minho pressed his fingers around the other's perineum, making him moan.

"Have you ever bottomed before?"

"No," Seungmin responded weakly. I haven't done anything at all.

"I'll start off slow, then." He gripped Seungmin's waist, then his shoulders, as his hips pumped him in and out.

Seungmin twitched underneath Minho. Though he'd liked quite a few people in school, none had ever progressed this far. He never thought he'd be losing his virginity to Minho. He wondered if the older boy knew that this was his first time.

Seungmin's eyes rolled back in his head, his hands balling into fists as he neared his climax. Minho pumped deeper and deeper inside him, and Seungmin came, stars alighting his whole body, his prostate pounded to a pulp. Minho took a few more sloppy strokes, and collapsed, shuddering as he came.

He pulled out, discarded the condom in the trash bin, and came back to Seungmin putting on his clothes with his legs quaking. He didn't know how he'd be able to run tomorrow for their missions in so much pain.

Neither of them said anything as they dressed. Minho wanted to check in on the younger, knew that he had to, but in the moment, was unsure of what to say.

However, he didn't feel as insecure about asking for and giving cuddles, as neither could see each other in the darkness. He simply slid into the bed next to Seungmin and pressed his body up against the other. His arms wrapped around Seungmin's shoulders and chest, his lips grazing his neck.

Seungmin was surprised at this softness. He was too sleepy to question Minho's actions, and enjoyed the feeling of them nuzzling until they both fell asleep.

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Light filtered through the dusty blinds. Minho slowly blinked his eyes open, sitting up and getting a sense of the unfamiliar room. He looked around and immediately felt someone next to him.

"Fuck," was the first thought Minho had when he woke up next to Seungmin. It wasn't that he minded fucking the other, but that the others would have seen them, and he knew that they would be teased relentlessly. They didn't have much space in the dingy townhouse that they shared, and half of their belongings were stored in the room he was currently in, so the others had to have spotted 2min.

As he got up, blearily looking for his shirt, he scanned the room for any sign of another member, but no one was there. They must've slept on the couch where he usually slept, and he felt a slight pang as he thought of someone looking forward to sleeping on the comfortable mattress having to sleep on the couch.

They only had two actual bedrooms. Chan and Minho slept in the living room and the other five were divided between the two rooms. When they had a kidnapping victim they needed to keep in a room, the occupants of that room slept in a carpeted closet. They didn't usually mind, as there was enough room, and it gave them more privacy to fuck.

He didn't know who usually shared a room with Seungmin. They all left him alone while he worked on getting his online degree from a local community college.

He made his way downstairs, not knowing what time it was, hoping it was early enough to where no one else was awake. Mercifully, everyone else seemed to be asleep. He saw Jeongin wrapped on the couch and though he felt especially bad for making the youngest sleep on the couch, there was also a slight sense of relief knowing that Jeongin wouldn't torment him as much as the others. He hoped that Chan had taken good care of their youngest member.

His mind wandered back to last night, running into Seungmin touching himself and making out with him and fucking him. Minho didn't regret it, but he was very nervous about how this would change his relationship with Seungmin. Usually, his friends with benefits were people that he didn't hang out with, but he saw Seungmin all the time. Only time would tell how this would play out.

Minho tried to distract himself from anxiety by cooking breakfast for everyone. He began frying eggs and toast, waiting for the rest of his family to wake up. 

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