"Come to the gig next week," Mingi says again. "Wear something risky." Yeosang snorts, "Risky for me is, like, a red t-shirt instead of a black one." "Okay, well- baby steps. Y'know they say that red shirts are the gateway to leather harnesses." The two of them laugh at that.

Sad part is, Yeosang's parents would probably believe that. Hell, they'd be mortified if they knew what he'd chosen to do that night: patronize a seedy dive bar, listen to rough music, share space with people showing cleavage, tattoos, and piercings galore. It would scandalize them.