"Chanyeol, you were a slave, not a prostitute. Look at all of these. . ." Minseok squinted at his friend's 'trophies' from the previous night. He was nervous about touching some of them.
Chanyeol ducked his head as he shimmied into a hoodie. From the depths of layered cotton, Minseok barely understood "Don't be mad just because--" his head popped up "--you haven't gotten laid since, like, sophomore year."
"I'm not mad. I'm concerned," he paused, eyeing a sequined elastic band, "and vaguely disgusted."
"Slut and proud, my friend. No worries," he added with a kind hand on Minseok's shoulder, "everything was safe and consensual."
"And most of them will deny anything happened, I'm sure."
Chanyeol nodded. "Exactly."