Unscripted [MINCHAN]

Day 3 : Competition

A special chapter for Channie's birthday! <3

CW! Adult content & inappropriate words 🔞

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On one normal day, there are two best friends in a room, playing consoles together. (They might kiss /jk). It's their usual thing to do this afternoon, playing games together and competing against each other in Chan's apartment. 

They're playing Mario Cart, obviously none of them want to lose. You can say Minho is very, very, very competitive when it comes to winning something in return. So does Chan, he owns the game consoles, it would be embarrassing to lose, right?

They are sitting down on Chan's bed, sometimes smacking each other with pillows or even knocking them off of the bed (Chan did it once to Minho, and Minho fell head first lol). They are surrounded by piles of blankets and pillows, the room a bit dark, and the only source of light is from Chan's night lamp and the TV.

Nevertheless, they can't help but overhear Chan's upstairs neighbor going at it rather loudly, it is so damn loud and Chan's ceiling is shaking because of how brutal his neighbor is while doing it. 

The soft hum of the TV was starting to lose its battle against the increasingly loud, unmistakable sounds coming from upstairs. At first, it was easy to ignore. Just faint creaks of the bed frame. But now, it was... yeah, definitely more than that.

Another moans and groans come from above, along with the creaking sound of their bed and the sound of skin slapping. That is super obvious, it even makes Chan wonder what his ceiling is made out of. Paper?

"You wanna bet?" Minho breaks the silence out of the blue as he wiggles his eyebrows at Chan, nudging Chan's shoulder a bit harshly to get Chan's attention to him instead of the TV.

Chan turns to face Minho, curiosity palpable on his face. "Hmm... Sure. Bring it on!" a smug grin blooms on Chan's lips, feeling cocky and very confident that he'd win. Because he has to, he has to win, no matter what it is!

A few minutes passed, and the noises only grew louder, more exaggerated, like some sort of competition was happening upstairs. Finally, Minho turns his head, smirking, as if he'd been mulling over a nasty thought. "I bet you're louder than that woman upstairs."

"You shit--" Chan snorts, irritation bubbling inside him, he wants to prove Minho wrong. "That damn slut upstairs is definitely louder than any other animals when they fuck." Chan scoffs, his tone mocking.

Minho shrugged, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "So confident, huh? What about we test that now?" he winks his eyes.  Chan narrowed his eyes, but the laughter was still on his lips. "Oh, you sure you'll win? Or, most importantly, can you even stand it?"

A scoff comes out of Chan's lips, he thinks this is like their usual playful banter, where everything is just a touch of sarcasm and nothing is serious about this. But when Minho puts down his console and actually shifts closer to him, he knows he's doomed.

"Wait, you're not for real, right?" Chan's smirk on his lips fades, and his eyebrows raise. Chan places his console down, following what Minho did and he stares right into Minho's eyes. "Try me." 

Chan quickly slides away from Minho, a small and awkward laugh coming out. "Woah, woah, woah, slow down, Min." Chan puts his hand in front of him, telling Minho to not get closer to him. 

Yet, Minho doesn't back down. He keeps following Chan and keeps getting closer to him, giving 0 fucks to the hand Chan holds out. "Come on, don't you want to prove yourself? Cause if not, I might still think you're louder than that 'slut' when I fucking break you. What, you're scared?"
As he gets closer to Chan, he positions himself in between Chan's legs while his hands move to grab Chan's thighs gently.