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writingforstraykids · 3 months

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Addicted to you-Chp.16

Pairing: Minchan (brief mention of OT8)

Word Count: 4943

Summary: Chan takes the news better than expected and they end up having a casual date night. The next day Chan has a little surprise for him, making things official for the two of them in private.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, angst, hate comments, date night, they're just stupidly in love, fluffy shit, soft!insecure!minho, soft!protective!chan

Chp.15 | Chp. 17

"Why?" Chan asked, hesitantly.

"Why?" Minho repeated quietly. "Do I have to give you a profound reason so you'll allow me to?" he asked, a little sour.

Chan noticed the tension in his voice and quickly shook his head. "No, of course not. I just…wanted to know, I guess." Minho didn't answer and chewed on his lower lip nervously. "Do you want to tell me?" he added carefully.

"Because I still feel like shit, Chan, that's why," Minho finally said. "I can't just cover that up by playing a happy boyfriend, having amazing sex, and pretending in front of the kids."

Now, it was his turn to remain silent, unsure of how he should react to that. He opened his mouth but closed it again, feeling a little overwhelmed by the revelation. "Is it that bad that you're only pretending to be happy?" he asked hesitantly. Minho let go of his hands with a huff. "Minnie, don't get mad, I'm trying to understand you."

"Well, you're kind of fucking it up. Just forget I said anything," Minho said and tried to scoot away from him, wanting to get away from him. But Chan wrapped his arm around his torso, holding him close. "Chan."

"Don't run from me again. I mean it, I want to understand you. It's just the first time one of you approached me about something like this. I don't know what to say and I’m nervous. So if I seem insensitive, I'm sorry," he told him calmly. Minho groaned frustrated, but leaned his body against him once more. His mind screamed at him to distance himself. His body craved the warmth he’s just got back, after yearning for it for so long. "Please don’t shut me out. Tell me, Min."

"You act like something major has to happen for someone to go to therapy. You thought about ending your life, but backed out because you were scared. You decided not to go to therapy. Not everyone needs a drastic reason to get help," he told him more firmly than he had wanted to.

Chan swallowed hard but reminded himself to stay calm. Minho was on edge and may snap at any moment. "Okay let me put it differently then. I don’t mind if you went to therapy, Min. I know me staying up late and waking you when I finally come to bed annoys you. I wouldn't judge you for going to therapy because I know how much the kids asking where the fucking remote is bothers you. I don't care about the reason. I'd just like to know so I know how to support you."

"It's just a lot of minor things I have to work on. I let all the hate get to me. I feel like a complete fuck-up because my knee is injured and I can't do my job properly. I'm insecure about losing so much weight. I feel like I failed you all by letting myself get to this point and not caring about what it does to others. I'm scared I'll be depressed once you leave because honestly, the time we were fighting was awful. I’ve had you back for a day and I don’t want to lose this small moment of happiness," he rambled on. "I don't trust myself anymore. I lost my confidence on that stage I collapsed on. I feel like I have to function around you and not with you so you won't feel like I'm not good enough..which is totally on me," he continued, tears burning in his eyes. Chan grew very quiet behind him, letting him get his feelings off his chest. "I feel like I fucked up with Felix by showing him how broke I was. I always try to protect him, and yet he’s seen me at my worst. And having sex with him didn’t help. I snapped at Hannie when he asked me to eat after I had been skipping meals for days. I almost gave him a panic attack. I told Hyunjin to fuck off when he tried stopping me from the extra dance practices because of my knee. Seungmin's sassy comments and Changbin fooling around during practice completely pissed me off, and I let them have it afterwards. I completely neglected our baby when he asked for comfort after getting hate online because I was so caught up in my own head…I was awful to all of them, and still, they wrote those sweet letters. Which I feel like I don't deserve..and-."

"Okay, slow down," he said gently as Minho trembled in his arms, tears running down his cheeks. "None of the kids are judging you or have hard feelings about any of this. It was their idea to write the letters and make sure you know they love you no matter what. You saw how excited they were talking to you today and the possibility of visiting. So yes, you deserve every single word of affection they wrote in their letters," Chan told him very gently, rubbing his thumbs over his knuckles. "You're right, I don't need you to avoid working with me because I don't do that around you. You're not a fuck-up. You just need some time off to get better before stealing the hearts of everyone at our shows again with those moves of yours."

Minho chuckled sadly and rolled his eyes. "Oh shut up."

Chan smiled and kissed his temple. "I mean it. You'll gain your confidence back soon enough once you can perform properly again. You're working on the weight aspect, and you know every one of us is willing to support you. I don't know what to tell you about the hate because that's something we all suck at dealing with."

"You really do," he nodded. He stopped counting how many times one of the members searched for comfort in him when it all became too much to bear. Minho felt safe to all the members, and he was always there.

"My point is you're not alone, Minho. You never are. I know you want to work on all the little things to function again. But I want you to do it for yourself. You deserve to be happy and comfortable because you want to be. And if therapy is what you need, you should definitely go for it," Chan told him encouragingly. "Maybe we can even search for someone together and make an appointment for you?"

Minho pressed his lips together tightly and swallowed down his tears. He didn't think Chan would take the news with this level of ease and care. "Thank you," he breathed out.

Chan shook his head. "Thank you for telling me," he said, squeezing him lovingly. "We'll get you through this, okay?"

"Okay," he nodded bravely and cuddled up against him.

Minho pulled the zipper up on his jacket and shoved his hands deep into his pockets. Although he was tired after the bath, they decided to take a walk after dinner. The evening temperature brought chills down his spine, as goosebumps began to creep up due to the cold. He was walking next to Chan, who did his best to walk slowly without making it obvious to others who they were. Of course Minho noticed the attempt, but he thought it was rather sweet. They had spent the evening searching for a therapist who seemed fitting to Minho and had sooner availability for an appointment. Luckily, one of them had an open slot tomorrow morning due to a cancellation.

Chan let Minho take the lead. After all, it was his hometown. He was glad they found someone relatively quickly and hoped Minho would feel comfortable with them. She seemed very kind and professional on the phone, at least. He glanced at Minho as the wind blew his hair in his face. Giggling softly, he took off his beanie and put it on his head, gently brushing a few strands of hair beneath it. "Better?"

Minho felt a lot warmer almost immediately and nodded. "What about you?" he asked and gently fixed Chan's natural curls.

"I'm alright," he assured him with a smile and looked into his eyes, admiring the way they sparkled in the light. "I wish I could kiss you right now," he confessed quietly.

"What?" he giggled, surprised at the sudden outburst.

"You just look so adorable, baby." Chan smiled happily.

Minho blushed and punched his arm softly. "Stop it. You’re making me blush."

"Make me," Chan teased.

"You’re lucky we’re out in public, or I would," he smirked before turning a little to the side, noticing the street they were on. He pointed down the street. "There’s a shop that has really great ice cream a little further down the road if you'd like."

"I thought you were cold?" he giggled.

Minho pouted softly. "But it's so tasty, Channie hyung."

Chan giggled adoringly and rolled his eyes fondly. "Is it far away?" he asked. They've already been walking for a while after all.

"Not that far, no," he told him hopefully, and Chan agreed to take the journey. It was a little further away than Minho had thought, and Chan noticed the subtle limp in his steps before he spoke up. "Channie?" he asked at the pulsing pain radiating and grabbed his arm, lifting up his injured leg to take off some weight for a moment.

"You need to take a break?" he asked, and his boyfriend nodded. Chan looked around, but there wasn't a bench in sight. "I'll carry you the rest of the way. Hop on my back, baby."

"Channie, you really don't have to. We can go back the other direction. There's a bench about five minutes from here," he told him.

"You really wanted some ice cream, so we're getting it," Chan told him and turned around, crouching down a little. "Come on."

Minho playfully rolled his eyes before doing as he said and letting Chan carry him. He exhaled, relieved as the pain slowly subsided, and rested his chin on his shoulder. "Thank you, darling," he said softly.

"Of course, Min," he smiled. As they reached the small store, he let him down carefully. Minho’s face contorted slightly at the pressure back on his knee, but he adjusted to the pressure and stood tall. They went into the shop and to the counter to order their ice cream. Chan paid before lifting him up again and stepping close to the counter so Minho could hold them in his hands.

"Let's go find somewhere we can sit," Minho suggested and tried his ice cream, humming softly. "You want some?" he asked, and Chan nodded. Minho moved Chan's in front of his face, not really seeing what he was doing. Chan laughed as the ice cream met his nose. Minho started giggling and carefully wiped it off with his thumb, licking the ice cream off. "Yours is good as well."

"You could've just told me you wanted to try some instead of shoving it up my nose," Chan teased him. Minho chuckled as he held it up for him again. Chan was finally able to taste his own. "Oh, that's actually pretty good."

"Told you," he smiled, satisfied, and continued eating his own.

A few minutes later, Chan finally found a bench for them to sit and gently placed him down. He sat down next to him and giggled softly at the sight of Minho's hands. Due to holding both ice cream cones, he hadn't been able to keep them from melting. It was slowly dripping down his fingers, and they were surprised that none of it had dripped on their clothes. Chan pulled out a tissue from his pocket and jogged over to a small fountain, making it a little wet. He went back and lovingly cleaned his hands for him before taking his ice cream.

"Thank you, Channie love," he smiled and finished his own.

"You’re welcome, darling. Hey, do you wanna take a selfie and post it?" Chan suggested. "To show everyone you're okay after the incident on stage."

"Right, I haven't been online or anything since then," Minho nodded, agreeing, and took out his phone. After taking off the beanie, he took a few pictures, and they searched for their favorite. "What do I write as a caption?"

"No idea, honestly," Chan said.

"Date night with Channie love," Minho grinned, and Chan groaned softly.

"I wish," he admitted.

Minho gently patted his thigh for a moment. "I know, me too." He zoomed in a little and contorted his face at the dark patches beneath his eyes. "I still look like shit."

"You look tired, Minho, that's all. It's probably good if people see that and don't think we're dramatizing the whole situation," Chan reminded him kindly.

"Fair point," he sighed softly and started to write a caption for the picture they'd picked out. He added a second one of him and Felix at the hospital as well, where Felix hugged him and he smiled into the camera bravely. "Is that enough drama?"

"That's good," Chan laughed at Minho's theatrical sigh. Minho handed him his phone to let him read through it.

Slowly getting better and taking some time off. What better way to start your exile than a visit by the ones who are responsible for it 👀💕

"Always so dramatic," Chan giggled.

"You wanted drama, here you are," he smirked and took his phone back, uploading the post. Only seconds later, his phone lit up with several notifications of likes and comments. Minho unlocked his phone, scrolling through them, and smiled at his fans' sweet messages and encouragement. He leaned closer to Chan, letting him read along as some mentioned what a great leader he was, visiting him. "If they only knew what a visit from you actually meant," Minho smirked, and Chan laughed out loud.

"Came here for comfort, had great sex instead," Chan said, pretending to type a comment, and Minho started laughing.

"Channiee," he shook his head and looked back at the comments. His smile faltered seeing a few more comments rolled in.

You're back already? I was happy hearing I wouldn't have to see your stupid face for a month. Loved seeing you fall like that on stage, I hope it hurt.

Always knew they'd be better off without him. Should've stayed eliminated.

Chan had still been looking at him and frowned softly at the sudden change in his mood. He glanced back at the screen, and his heart sank as Minho didn't have a sassy reply in store but remained quiet. "Minnie…" Chan gently eased his phone out of his hand and blocked those users for him. “They don’t know what you’re going through.”

Minho swallowed down the lump forming in his throat and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Can we go back?" he asked quietly, suddenly feeling sick.

"Wait a second. I'll send their account to our staff so they can keep track of their ID and-"

"Chan, please," Minho shook his head tiredly. "It's just a comment. I don't know how many more will show up. Telling staff won't make a difference. I love you for trying to help, but there's no use in chasing anonymous bullies," he told him quietly and could barely meet his eyes.

Chan handed him back his phone and nodded. "You're probably right…Listen, I know that's probably not what you want to hear right now, but don't focus too much on that one hate comment, okay? You received a lot more sweet and loving comments," he told him gently.

Minho had to smile at Chan, using his own words from a few months ago. "When did you get so smart, huh?"

"I learn fast," Chan smiled kindly. "I think it's time to take your own advice to heart, kitten."

Minho glanced up at him, and his face softened immensely. "I missed that one," he confessed.

"Oh, really?" Chan asked, knowing how much he could make him melt with just that one word.

"Too bad we're in public. It makes me really want to kiss you and snuggle up in your arms," he told him.

"Don't tease," he sighed softly. "Let's go back, I want my kiss," Chan jumped up, deciding to give them a better reason to return to Minho's home. Minho made grabby hands in his direction, and he pulled him up.

A low moan slipped from his lips once he stood, and he let go of Chan's hand, carefully reaching down to check his knee. "Fuck," he breathed out. "I think I really overdid it today."

Chan knew there was no way Minho would be able to walk the 15 minute journey back home. "I'll carry you. And tomorrow, we'll take a shorter route."

"Okay," he nodded and apologized as Chan lifted him up once again. "If you keep doing this, your back will be fucked up by the time my knee is healed."

"You're not that heavy," Chan chuckled. But not even a moment later, he corrected himself. "You never are, you know." He reminded himself about Minho’s insecurity about his weight.

Minho noticed the effort and smiled to himself. "If you say so." About five minutes into their journey, he was starting to feel sleepy and rested his head on his shoulder tiredly. Chan kept on rambling on about something, but Minho couldn't keep his attention on him. All he did was slowly get pulled into a deep sleep as Chan's voice softly reverberated through his body, softly rumbling against his chest.

Chan noticed the quietness and chuckled softly. "Are you tired, kitten?"

"Mhmm," Minho hummed quietly, already having trouble keeping his eyes open. "I think I'm gonna fall asleep."

"That's okay, I know the way back," he assured him and smiled softly as Minho buried his face partly in his neck. Minho planted a tiny kiss on his neck and giggled at Chan's pleased hum. Chan could tell he was asleep as he felt his breathing slow down against his back. He was glad he'd only have to walk for another two minutes as Minho’s body weight became heavier because he was asleep. Once he reached the house, he pressed the doorbell, knowing there was no chance he'd reach the keys in Minho's pocket.

Luckily, Minho’s parents were still up and opened the door. "Is he okay?" his father asked worriedly.

"He's fine. We walked a little too much, so I carried him back since he was in a bit of pain," he told them. "He fell asleep on the way back."

"Oh, did you carry him all the way back?" his mother asked, and Chan nodded. "Make sure to be careful with your back."

"That's what he said too" Chan giggled and carefully let Minho down, quickly turning around. Minho winced softly and slumped against him sleepily. "Shh, it's okay. I'm just taking off your jacket, alright?" he asked, and Minho hummed, letting him proceed. Chan took off the beanie as well and lovingly brushed back his hair before picking him up again, in the front this time.

Minho wrapped his legs and arms around him, burying his face in his neck comfortably, not even noticing his parents watching them.

"Let's get you to bed," Chan said, adjusting his weight slightly. "Hold on tight, okay?"

"Kay," Minho mumbled drowsily and locked his hands together behind his neck as Chan carried him up the stairs.

Chan kept talking to him quietly on the way up, trying to keep him awake long enough to get into bed. Minho chuckled sleepily at something he said and tightened the grip of his arms around his neck.

Minho's mother watched the two as they walked away, hoping that Chan and her son would be figuring things out together from now on. He seemed so much happier with him around. It usually was her son taking care of others. It was good to see someone who looked after him with so much care and consideration. With so much love. Exchanging a look with her husband told her he was having similar thoughts.

Chan sat Minho down at the edge of his bed and kneeled down in front of him, untying his shoes for him. He gently helped him out of his sweater and pulled a shirt of his own over his head, knowing Minho loved stealing his clothes. Once Minho was ready for bed, he made grabby hands in his direction.

"Channie, lovee," he whined cutely, already falling asleep again.

"I'll be there in a moment, baby. I promise," he chuckled and closed the bedroom curtains. He set an alarm for tomorrow morning and slipped into bed. Minho scooted closer to him, pushing his leg between Chan's, and buried his face in his chest. Chan cuddled him close and soothingly massaged his scalp.

Minho suddenly pulled back. "Wait, I promised you a kiss," he said, making Chan giggle and quickly connect their lips.

Chan couldn't help but smile at how slow and lazy the kiss was. "Night, baby," he said softly as he pulled back.

"Night, love," Minho smiled before cuddling into his embrace again.

The next day, he had his first therapy session. Originally, Chan was going to pick him up once it was over. But he got a text from Minho telling him to pick him up somewhere around the corner from the building. Chan made his way around the building, and found Minho about a half block away leaning against the wall. A quick glance told him that Minho had been crying, and he looked rather tired. Chan took a pair of sunglasses from his jacket and walked over to him, handing them over to him. "Hey there," he said softly.

"Hey," he smiled tiredly and put them on, thanking him quietly. In case they were surprised by the media trying to take photos, no one could see his teary eyes.

Chan walked closely next to him and didn't quite know where to start. "Do you want to grab something to eat and go back home?"

"No," he shook his head and chewed his lower lip. "I could really use a hug right now."

His face softened, and he opened his arms for him, welcoming him in a warm hug. "Do you want to talk about it?" he offered gently, lovingly rubbing his back.

"It was..a lot. I think I overwhelmed her for a moment, telling her roughly about what was happening in my life. She tried to organize my chaos a little so we can work on everything in the following sessions," Minho explained. "I also told her about us since she isn't allowed to talk to anyone about this. I hope that's okay."

"Of course it is," he nodded.

"She said, judging by my emotional state right now, combined with my knee injury that's taking a toll on me, it'll take a while to work this all out. I can see her once a week though, as long as my schedule allows," he continued.

"We'll make it work, and if it doesn't because we're on tour or something, you can still do it online," Chan assured him. "There'll always be a way to find time."

"I'll tell the others soon so they know, but…what about the staff and fans?" he asked. "I mean, I can't drive back home once a week without anyone noticing."

Chan hummed, agreeing. "I don't think our staff and management will support the idea of telling the fans. But it's your decision, so I wouldn't worry too much about that. We can still ask the others their opinion as well," he suggested, and Minho agreed before pulling back. Chan smiled and gently wiped away a tear from his cheek, handing him a tissue.

"Gosh, I hate this," Minho cursed softly before blowing his nose. "I'm so emotional, it’s embarrassing."

"I think it's adorable," Chan tried to cheer him up.

"Me crying all the time?" he asked, trying to be irritated, but unable to hold it together. "You're not serious. So far, you told me you have a thing for me being mad, and now this?" he giggled. “You’re such a weirdo.”

"Seeing you smile is worth being a weirdo," he said, and Minho gently punched his chest.

He sniffled softly and threw the tissue into a bin nearby. "Fine, let's go and get some cookies."

"Cookies?" he asked, and Minho nodded.

"Just wait and see," he said, walking beside him. They walked in a comfortable silence for a little bit, but then Minho quietly stopped in his tracks. "Channie?" he asked, a little timid.

"Yeah?" he glanced back at him as Minho stopped walking. "What's wrong?"

"Can I hold your hand?" he asked softly. "I'll come up with an excuse, don't worry. I could just use some emotional support." He hadn't quite finished his sentence when Chan was already beside him, taking his hand.

"You can hold my hand whenever you want to, kitten," he promised, and Minho smiled sweetly, intertwining their fingers and continuing their journey. They reached another small store a little later, and Chan let him pick out a few cookies for them.

Once they were back outside, Minho glanced at him. "You know you don't have to pay for everything. I'm not broke," he chuckled.

"You always spoil the kids. Let me spoil you," he grinned. "Should we eat them back at yours?"

"Why the hell do you want to get back so soon? I thought you wanted to see the town," Minho laughed at him and noticed Chan blushing.

"I don't know. I just thought you would want to get some rest," he spoke gently. He nervously glanced away as Minho leaned forward to see his face.

"Channie," he giggled. "Don't lie to me, you suck at it."

"Fine, I have a surprise for you. But I can't show you in public," he groaned.

Minho grabbed a cookie from the bag and took a bite, thinking about it. "It's not like no one has seen your abs before," he teased.

"Not like that, Min," he whined.

"Too bad," he smirked, and Chan blinked at him. "I'm teasing you, relax. I'd like to be able to walk properly again at the end of my break. Taking your dick every moment we’re alone won't help reach that goal...even though I haven't so far."

"You're so naughty sometimes," Chan groaned, a blush creeping up his neck and ears.

"You love it, so stop complaining," he grinned, handing him a cookie. "But okay, let's go back. Now I'm curious."

Chan laughed as Minho took his hand again, pulling him with him. He didn't stop trying to make him laugh all the way back, and Minho seemed a lot better than before. Minho handed him the bag with only a few cookies left and unlocked the door. Chan stepped inside and yelped in surprise as Minho threw the door closed and pushed him against it smoothly. He blinked at him and blushed at his loving gaze. "Hi?"

Minho smirked succeedingly before kissing him passionately. Chan dropped the bag and cupped his face, deepening the kiss. "Thank you for picking me up, love," he said softly before hugging him close and burying his face in his shoulder. “Needed you there.”

"Anytime," he told him and kissed his hair. "Ready for the surprise?" Minho pulled back and nodded excitedly. "It's not much."

"I don't care," he chuckled.

Chan giggled before taking his hands and searching his eyes. "Minho, I love you so much. You have no idea how much you truly mean to me. I'm so happy I got to meet you and get to know you the way I do today. I know things are a little complicated in our situation, and I wish we didn't have to hide it. But I wanted to ask you something," Chan said, lovingly fondling his knuckles with his thumbs. "I’ve wanted to since that dinner I've promised you."

"Go on," he encouraged him shyly, not quite knowing where this was heading. But he loved the way Chan was so nervous, like a little puppy.

"I know we've already kinda talked about this, but I never actually asked you. Do you want to be my secret boyfriend?" he asked with a sweet smile, eyes shimmering suspiciously.

Minho pressed his lips together as his own eyes brimmed with tears as well, and he nodded firmly. "I'd love to, Channie."

"Close your eyes, Minho baby," he said gently, and Minho did as he said. Chan took a small box from his pocket and opened it, taking out a delicate silver ring. He gently put it onto Minho's finger, whose lips parted in surprise. "Open up," he said, and Minho looked down at the ring amazed. "I want you to have this as a reminder that I love you no matter what happens or where I am."

Minho was speechless, he couldn’t believe it. He lunged forward, hugging him tightly. "It's beautiful," he whispered honestly, and Chan squeezed him tight. "I'll wear it proudly."

"If someone asks you about it, you can answer honestly. I don't mind people knowing that you mean the world to me," he told him.

"I love you, Channie," he said softly, kissing his cheek before burying his face in his shoulder.

"I love you too, Min," he answered just as softly. Chan's phone suddenly rang, and he groaned softly, pulling it from his pocket. "It's Changbin."

"Go on," Minho nodded.

Chan took the call and put him on speaker. "Yes?"

"You two lovebirds are all over the news!" he dropped the bomb on them immediately.

Chp.15 | Chp. 17

MASTERLISTS | PROMPT LIST | GUIDELINES

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writingforstraykids · 3 months

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Addicted to you - Chp.14

Pairing: Minchan

Word Count: 4767

Summary: Chan decides to stay for a few days, and they can't stay away from each other for long. Minho's parents let Chan off with a gentle warning. Chan shows Minho the songs he wrote about him and Minho takes it differently than expected.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, angst, dry-humping, bottom!minho, top!chan, insecure!min, soft!chan, cuddles

Chp.13 | Chp. 15

I cannot breathe without you being right by my side I'll die So can you please come over closer Hold me tight, right now Red lights ~ Bang Chan, Hyunjin

Minho dropped the letter and jumped up, closing the distance between them without thinking. Chan pulled him in tight, hugging him close and burying his face in his shoulder. He closed his eyes as Minho's natural scent invaded his senses and couldn't help but smile as the younger one held onto him just as tight. "I missed you so much, Minho baby," he whispered.

Minho hid his beaming smile in his shoulder and felt safe in the familiar warmth of his hug. "I missed you too, Channie love."

Chan smiled happily and turned to plant a soft kiss on his hair. "I'm so sorry for everything," he told him sincerely.

Minho pulled back, cupped his face, and shook his head. "I think you've apologized enough," he told him and was a little surprised to see Chan's eyes rim with tears. "Hey," he said softly. "Don't cry," he whispered lovingly.

Chan closed his eyes, leaning into his touch as a few tears slipped down his cheeks. "I really thought I lost you. Seeing you collapse like that scared the hell out of me. You kept asking for me before you passed out, and they wouldn't let me come with you."

"I know, Felix told me about what happened at the hospital," he said, and Chan laughed weakly. Minho caressed his cheeks, suddenly realizing that Chan must've bottled it all up to avoid making himself or the others feel even worse. "I'm here now, okay? I'm getting better," he assured him lovingly. Chan nodded and put on a brave smile, rolling his eyes at himself. "Oh, come here, you big baby," he teased him gently and pulled him back into his arms. He gently caressed his head as Chan sniffled into his shoulder and slowly calmed down. "Why didn't you come tomorrow? It's already late, and you must've been exhausted from practice. Also, didn’t you just get back home today?" he asked after a while.

"I really wanted to see you," he admitted, laughing at himself. "I took three days off..in case you want me to stay?"

"You did?" he asked surprised, and Chan pulled back, nodding at him.

"I mean, if it's too soon, I can take the next cab back and-," he was cut off by Minho's lips crashing against his. A surprised sound left his lips before he closed his eyes and kissed back sweetly. Pulling back, he rested his forehead against Minho's and wrapped his arms around his waist. "Hi there," he said softly.

“Hey,” Minho smiled and wrapped his arms around his neck. "I'd really like you to stay…if that hasn't made it clear."

"I think I got the message," he answered, smirking and pulling back enough to look into his eyes again. He flashed him a sweet smile and leaned in a little before searching his eyes, asking for approval. Minho nodded and leaned into his touch as Chan cupped his cheek with one hand, thumb brushing over his lips. Chan connected their lips again, and Minho sighed into it sweetly. He pulled him closer as their kiss deepened. Chan is slowly losing his composure in the moment. Minho seemed to feel the same way, hands gripping his sweater and pulling him in as close as he could. Chan's hand slipped beneath his sweater, fingers caressing his back. He kissed down Minho's neck, and the moment his lips brushed over that weak spot below his ear, a beautiful moan escaped the dancer's lips. Chan bit his lower lip and pulled back, going back to kissing his lips. "I think we should slow down."

"You started it," Minho mumbled against his lips.

"I know..but..fuck, Minho," he moaned between kisses as Minho's hand slipped beneath his sweater, fingers teasingly brushing over his nipple.

"A little sensitive, are we, Chan?" he smirked and squeaked in surprise as Chan lifted him up suddenly and carried him to his bed.

Minho crashed into the mattress, and Chan hit his head against his chin as he stumbled in the process. "Fuck, Channie, don’t be so eager," he groaned softly and started laughing.

Chan giggled and kissed his chin. "I'm sorry," he apologized, amused at himself. He tenderly brushed back Minho's hair and sank into his eyes as he braced himself next to his head. They didn't need words to know both of them were dying for physical touch, and before they knew it, their lips connected in another steamy kiss.

Minho's hand sank into Chan's curls, keeping him in place. His body craved him more and more as Chan brushed his pelvis against his. He moaned beautifully into the kiss, needing more. Chan put more of his weight on Minho, grinding against him slowly. Minho winced softly at his knee protesting and gently patted Chan's chest. "Wait," he gasped and opened his legs a little more.

Chan took the hint and gently grabbed his leg, wrapping it around his hips. "Better?" he asked so so gently, and Minho nodded, pulling him back into a passionate kiss. He started moving again, grinding down against him, already hard.

Minho moaned again, meeting his hips eagerly, and threw his head back as Chan worked out a rhythm. His full lips were back on his neck before he knew it and Minho was lost in the pleasure, paying no mind to their volume. His eyes fluttered closed as Chan bit down just below his ear, and he subconsciously pulled his hair, hard. Chan melted against him with a groan, remembering how much he loved getting his hair pulled. Minho's unoccupied hand gripped Chan's sweater tightly as he tried to steady himself.

Hearing how hard Minho tried to hold back his moans didn't make it easier for Chan. It reminded him of all the times they had taken a little risk. He was close already, the sensation of being so close to Minho again overwhelming him. "Min, baby, I'm -."

"I know," Minho gasped, a strangled groan left his throat. "Me too."

Chan's rhythm slowly started to falter as they chased their high. Minho held him as tight as he could. Suddenly, they heard footsteps on the stairs, and Chan exchanged a panicked look with him. "Did you lock the door?"

"Yeah," Chan nodded.

"Then don't you dare stop now," Minho told him, biting his lower lip hard as Chan picked up the pace again.

He tried kissing him to quiet his moans, but Minho was too far gone to give a shit about his volume. As the steps got closer to the top, Chan quickly covered Minho's mouth with his hand, which only seemed to increase the pleasure for him. He took a mental note of that.

"Minho, Chan, would you like some dinner?" Minho's mother suddenly asked, not very far from the door.

Chan's eyes widened, and he carefully took his hand off his mouth. "We'll be there in ten, mum," Minho said, trying to sound as normal as possible, and quickly covered his mouth with his own hand as another moan threatened to leave his mouth. His eyes rolled back at the intense pleasure coursing through his body, and he knew he'd cum soon. His other hand gripped the sheets tightly, and his whole body shook as he tried to hold back.

Chan watched him in amazement, he'd never get tired of that sight.

"Alright, I'll be done by then," she told them, and her steps got further away as she walked back downstairs.

"Yeah, me too," Minho groaned only for them to hear, making Chan giggle breathlessly. "Don't stop, Channie, please don't stop," he moaned. Not much later, he was arching up against him, eyes fluttering close as Chan's name left his mouth with a broken moan.

The sound of his name combined with Minho pulling at his hair was enough to send him over the edge as well. Chan buried his face in his shoulder and groaned as he spilled into his trousers. "Fuck, we're no better than a couple of horny teenagers," Chan groaned, slowly coming down from his high.

Minho chuckled blissfully. "Because deep down, we're exactly that."

Chan rolled off him and sighed softly, taking Minho's hand and intertwining their fingers. "Your mum really knows how to pick her moment."

"Just because you couldn't keep your dick in your pants," he snickered.

"Actually, I did," he reminded him.

"You're so fucking stupid," he said fondly with a chuckle and rolled his eyes at him.

"I missed being stupid with you," he confessed and Minho's eyes softened. His heart raced as a blush dusted his cheeks. "Now, let's go and clean up so we can have dinner. We have to behave, Min."

They grabbed some clothes to change into and went to his attached bathroom. Helping each other clean up might not have been their brightest idea because not long after they were kissing passionately, Minho pressed against the bathroom door. "Okay," he panted, placing his hand on Chan's chest. "We really need to stop now."

"You really make it hard looking so handsome," Chan teased.

"It?" Minho teased right back, and Chan closed his eyes, holding back a laugh.

Minho's mother noticed the change of clothes but quietly acknowledged it, watching them take their seats at the table. Minho's father had gotten back from work just in time. He seemed a little surprised to see Chan there but greeted him politely nevertheless. Her son seemed relaxed, and his smile was genuine as he poured Chan a drink. Chan looked at him with an adoring smile as he thanked him. She sat down with them and waved them off as they thanked her for the food. She watched them for another bit before finally daring to ask. "Did you two work it all out?"

Minho looked up from his bowl and glanced at Chan. "I-I think we did, yeah. He wrote a very long letter, so I called him, and here he is."

"Minho," Chan cringed softly.

"Fine, he poured his heart out on a three-page long handwritten letter, apologized way too much about being scared of commitment, and attached another letter filled with a lot of cute things about me in the end. I felt emotional and called him, and we talked it out, which made him feel like taking a cab and driving all the way here. We also-," Chan choked on his drink, listening to him ramble on. Minho gently patted his back before continuing. "-kissed. Stop looking at me like that. I tell my parents about everything."

"Everything?" he croaked.

"You pervert, obviously not everything," Minho exclaimed in protest and punched his arm.

"Hey!" Chan protested, laughing and shooting him a playful glare.

"We know too much already anyway," his father agreed.

"Dad," Minho groaned.

"He told me you were his favorite first kiss, first time, and first lover if that helps clear things up," Minho’s mom chimed in amused, and Minho's ears burned up.

"I…wait, that was your favorite first kiss?" he asked, confused. "How unromantic."

"Excuse you, it hadn't been my idea to kiss. I just went with it," Minho pointed out, and now it was Chan's turn to blush. "Just because you can't stay serious whilst working and get ridiculously touch-starved and horny."

"Ookayy, that's enough personal information for one evening, thank you very much," Chan stopped him and glanced at Minho's parents, who watched them, still very amused.

"There's more where that came from," he reminded him.

"I bet," Chan snorted.

Minho stuck out his tongue before focusing back on his dinner. "Anyway, he'll be staying for the next three days if that's okay with you."

"Sure," she nodded, agreeing. "Since you two are back to acting like an old married couple, I guess everything's alright again."

"We..really?" Chan asked, and she nodded simply.

"She says we tease each other a lot. That's how she picked up on me having a crush on you in the first place," Minho clarified, making Chan giggle.

"Fair point."

"I just hope you're ready to stand up for what you have now," she told him kindly. "I don't want my son to get hurt like this again."

"Mum," Minho said softly, shaking his head as Chan put down his glass.

"Your mother has a point, Min. You came here completely wrecked," his father reminded him.

Chan took Minho's hand and swallowed hard, looking at Minho's parents before looking back at him. "I know I messed up, and I'll do everything to make it right again."

"Channie, there's no need," Minho told him gently.

"No, they're right. I hurt you badly, and I'm ashamed of it. I told you, you deserve better, and I intend to be that better person for you," he said. "Because you're amazing, Min, and I don't deserve you or your love. I can't thank you enough for giving me another chance," he said, and Minho's face softened. "I promise I won't leave you behind again."

Minho smiled shyly and squeezed his hand. "Shut up, okay?"

"Min, he's being sincere," his father sighed.

"I know, but I refuse to cry at dinner," he announced, and Chan giggled softly. "You can have mine, by the way," he said, shoving over his plate.

"Minho, dear, are you sure? Already?" his mother asked worriedly.

"I'm full, mum," he told her. "I don't want to stuff myself."

Chan nodded gently. "I'll make sure to keep an eye on it while I'm here," he said, which seemed to satisfy Minho's parents.

Later that night, they were in Minho's bed again, cuddled up beneath the blankets this time. Chan's head was resting on his chest as Minho played with his curls. Minho leaned down a little and kissed his head softly, smiling as Chan cuddled into him even more. "You tired yet?" he asked gently.

"Mhm," he hummed drowsily. "S'okay if I sleep like this?"

"Of course," he assured him gently and continued the soothing movements, playing with his hair. Not long after, Chan seemed to be in a deep sleep on his chest, his arm lazily thrown over his stomach. Minho reached for his phone and opened his camera. He loved seeing Channie asleep. He always looked so soft and at peace, and today was no different. Thinking for a moment, he decided to take a picture and smiled into the camera, his other hand tangled into Chan's dark curls. He looked at it for a bit before smirking to himself as he had an idea. Glancing at Chan to see if he was still asleep, he sent the picture to the group chat with two red hearts as a caption. Smiling to himself, he put his phone aside, knowing he wouldn't be able to not laugh at their younger members' reaction and wake up Chan.

Minho got comfortable and fell asleep with a soft smile on his face, finally feeling at peace again.

He woke up the next morning as Chan started planting tiny kisses all over his face. "Channie," he whined sleepily.

"Wake up, baby," he spoke softly and ignored the grumpy groan leaving his lips. "I made you some breakfast, come on."

Minho sighed softly and turned to his side with a small grunt. Chan started tickling him, and Minho squeaked in protest, sitting up suddenly wide awake. "Chan! No, stop!" He squirmed away from him and giggled softly as Chan pulled him into his lap. "You're so mean," he sighed and leaned back against him, turning his head and hiding his face in his neck.

Chan laughed adoringly and wrapped his arms around him. "Morning, baby."

"Morning, love," he said, voice still a little raspy from sleeping. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and shifted a little to the side to cuddle up properly in his arms. "Is my mum already gone?"

Chan hummed gently. "I assured her she could go to work even though you're home."

"She really doesn't have to stay home with me. I told her I’m fine," Minho agreed. "What's for breakfast?" he asked curiously.

"I made you some eggs and toast since you still have to go slow," he told him, and Minho hummed appreciatively.

"Thanks, love," he said softly and pulled back, looking at him, still a little sleepily.

"You're very welcome," he smiled and gave him a kiss. Minho cuddled back into him, giggling softly as Chan started feeding him in between taking some bites for himself.

"Are you sure you can't stay longer?" he teased.

He laughed and fed him another bite. "I wish I could…but I have to get back for a video shoot."

"Huh?" he asked confused. "What video?"

"For a new song," he told him.

"No shit Sherlock, what song?" he asked, laughing.

"Uhm, just a little something I may have written last week…and Hyunjin added in some bits," Chan said as casually as possible, but Minho didn't buy it.

"Stop being so secretive, Channie. I want to know," he pouted at him.

"Finish your breakfast first, okay?" he asked, chuckling nervously.

Minho frowned but accepted another bite. "What did you do?" he asked amused, remembering how nervous Chan was when he asked him to record Drive with him. Only to fuck his brains out right after recording the song. So much for being shy.

"I might have written a song or two about you and how I feel about you," he finally confessed, and Minho's eyes widened.

"You-what?!" he asked louder than he had intended to, covering his mouth in shock.

"Don't make me repeat it," he whined and hid his face in his hands as he started blushing. "It may not seem like it, but I couldn't stop thinking about you."

"Show me," Minho urged him.

"I shouldn't have said that it's about you. Now it's even more embarrassing," he cringed at himself.

"Even more…Channie, did you write another sexy song trying to hide its true meaning and failing miserably at it?" he asked, laughing.

“More like two?” Minho blinked at him, too stunned to speak. “One of them is a solo song. I’m keeping it stored away with yours for now.”

“And the other one is with Hyunjin?” he asked curiously.

"It's the video concept they came up with for it that's making me nervous. I'll be performing with Hyunjin and..at some point, he's choking me, and I'll choke him as well," he explained.

"Oh, he's great at that," Minho commented, absentmindedly and more so to himself.

"What?!" Chan panicked, hearing his words. Minho realized his statement was indeed heard by Chan and clarified his thoughts.

"I meant performing that type of stuff. I can't judge his choking abilities since I've never found myself in that situation with him. You'll have to ask Felix or just tell me yourself," he smirked, loving how Chan squirmed.

"Minhoo," he whined as he giggled at him.

"Sorry, I'll stop teasing now," he grinned and took Chan's hands away from his face. "Show me the song, pretty please? I'm curious." His eyes somehow sparkled and Chan conceded with a small whine.

Chan grabbed his phone and connected it with his headphones, handing one to Minho. He exhaled defeatedly and pressed play. The song started with heavy breathing, and Minho raised his eyebrows at him. After the first line, Minho stopped the song.

" ‘I cannot breathe without you being right by my side, I'll die’? You seemed just fine the past couple of weeks," he commented, and Chan groaned softly, making him smirk. He hugged him, laughing as the line 'Hold me tight, right now' rang through his ears. Chan hid his face in his chest, cursing him to stop being such a tease. He continued listening, his neck and ears beginning to display a soft pink from remembering Chan wrote this about him. "You want me to tell you I hate you?" he asked, getting confused.

"Well, I'd rather hear that than nothing at all," Chan mumbled, clearly embarrassed. Minho chuckled, patting his back.

Minho started humming along to the tune, closely listening to the lyrics. "You can't leave me alone…how possessive."

"Min!" Chan punched his arm and laughed.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," he giggled and grabbed Chan's phone. "Give me yours. I'll listen to it again, fully focused now."

Chan handed him the other headphone and leaned back against the headboard of Minho's bed. He grabbed a pillow and hugged it close, hiding behind it, only peeking at him over the edge of it.

Minho turned up the volume to the point Chan could listen in and closely this time. A soft blush slowly settled on his cheeks, and his eyes widened a little. It wasn't only the lyrics but combined with the heavy breathing and Chan basically moaning into his microphone really got his attention. Something about Chan's voice pulled him in, and he couldn't tune out the slight rasp. It reminded him of something else entirely, and once the song ended, he looked at Chan with wide eyes. "You have a raw version of this?"

"Y-yeah?" Chan responded nervously and showed him where to find it.

Minho raised the volume even higher and listened, feeling his ears burning up as well. His lips parted at the sound of Chan's voice, and he blinked at him.

"What is it? You're making me anxious," he groaned and held up the pillow, ready to hit him.

"I really love your vocals in this one," Minho confessed, and Chan blushed instantly. "Like…it's so smooth but kind of raspy at the same time. Just like when you try to seduce me or like right after I ate you ou-," he wasn't able to finish his sentence as the pillow hit his face, followed by Chan throwing himself against him. "Hey! You can't blame me for that."

They struggled for a moment before Minho found himself beneath Chan. "You can't say stuff like that two days before I have to shoot the video for it."

"You shouldn't be singing like that then," Minho defended himself. "I love the song Channie. You sing it beautifully. It just kinda turns me on."

Chan stared at him dumbly for a moment, trying to comprehend what he just said. "It does?"

"Oh, come on, you know I love your voice," he squirmed softly as Chan grabbed his wrists and pinned them down above his head. A surprised gasp left his lips as Chan leaned down and connected them with his own for a kiss. Minho kissed back longingly until Chan's hand slipped beneath his shirt and roamed up his stomach. "Love, wait," he stopped him, and Chan did almost immediately. "Uh, can..can you close the curtains?"

Chan got up and did as he said, knowing he was worried one of his neighbors would see them. Turning around, Minho was sitting against the headboard, his shirt pulled back down, and fidgeted with the fabric of his sweatpants. Chan didn't need to ask to notice he was anxious about something. "Minho baby?" he asked very softly and sat down on the bed, facing him. Minho hummed, not looking up, until Chan reached out and carefully took his hand. "Want to tell me what's going on behind your beautiful eyes?"

Minho smiled weakly and shook his head. "It's stupid."

"I don't mind," he shrugged and fondled the back of his hand with his thumb.

"I..I'm not comfortable with myself now. I feel like I'm not enough for you. I lost some weight, my knee is fucked up, and…somehow that only leads to me overthinking that stupid scar again," he told him honestly and found nothing but understanding in his eyes.

"We don't have to do anything you don't like," he assured him.

Minho chewed on his lower lip anxiously until Chan gently eased it out from between his teeth. "The thing is, I really want to..I just-," he groaned at himself and rolled his eyes. "Told you it's stupid."

"No, no, it isn't at all," he told him and thought for a moment. "What if we switch it up a little?"

"Huh?" he frowned.

"If I'm the one riding you today," he started, and Minho's intrigued look made him blush already. "You could technically leave your shirt on no matter what we do. But we’ll do it only if it makes you more comfortable. Neither of us would see how fucked up your knee is either," he said, putting a slight tease at the last part, repeating his words from before.

"Have you-Did you ever, you know..," Minho stumbled over his words.

"I've never been on the receiving end like that, no," he shook his head.

"Are you sure that's what you want?" he asked worriedly. "You don't have to force yourself just because I'm caught up in my thoughts right now."

"I trust you," he told him gently.

"It'll be a lot different from my tongue and fingers," he reminded him.

"You were the first one I let do that as well. I trust you with this, Min," he said gently.

"Oh," he nodded dumbly. He had his suspicions about being the first to do that to Chan, but he had never been sure. Thinking about how crazy he had driven him before with just his fingers and tongue excited him to see how Chan would look with him buried inside of him. "I have some lube, but I don't think I have any condoms around."

"I don't care," Chan shrugged. "I haven't had sex with anyone else since we started. I’m clean."

"Me too. Felix and I talked it through later," he chuckled and squinted his eyes at him. "Are you sure you want it a little messy for your first time?"

"If you keep on asking questions like that, I'll be hard before you touch me," Chan said and made Minho giggle. "We'll be alone for long enough, right?"

"Worried you can't keep your mouth shut?" he teased.

"I don't like keeping my mouth shut," he grinned. "Not after what you said about my voice earlier."

"Cheeky, but no. My parents won't be back for hours, so don't worry," he chuckled before hopping off the bed and pulling Chan off as well. He got a huge, soft blanket from his closet and threw it at him. "Cover the bed with that, please. I'll go get the lube."

Chan covered the bed with the blanket, bending over to push it beneath the mattress at the corners so it'd stay in place. He flinched in surprise as Minho suddenly slapped his butt. "Typical," he laughed and smiled to himself as Minho stepped behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist. He leaned back against him and covered Minho's smaller hands with his own. "How do you want me?" he asked quietly, suddenly feeling slightly nervous.

Minho planted a soft kiss on the back of his neck and intertwined their fingers. "Depends on what's more comfortable for you. You want to see what I'm doing?"

"I think so, yeah," he nodded, agreeing.

"Then on your back," he told him and decided he'd focus on Chan's well-being instead of listening to his stupid insecurities.

"Are you sure?" he asked gently, turning in his hold, and searching his eyes.

"I trust you," Minho answered, and Chan's face softened with a smile that made his dimples appear. His heart skipped a beat, looking deeply into his eyes, which radiated nothing but warmth. "You're so cute sometimes," he smiled and cupped his face. "And so pretty," he added before kissing him very sweetly.

Chan kissed back with a gentle hum and wrapped his arms loosely around his hips.

Minho held him close as they kissed, walking him towards the bed until Chan could feel it against the back of his knees. He took a step back and helped Chan out of his shirt before removing his own. Chan's sweatpants followed, and this time, Chan helped Minho.

He glanced at his knee and tried not to sound too worried as he spoke up. "Do you want me to tape it before?"

Minho needed a moment to think before nodding. "Probably better." He sat down at the edge of the bed and let Chan do exactly that, trying not to look at the damage too much. Minho watched him, stunned as Chan didn't hurt him once. Unlike Minho, who somehow is prone to hurt himself while doing the same thing. He smiled and softly brushed back his curls once he was done. "Thank you, Channie darling."

"Of course, baby," he smiled softly and put the tape aside again.

"Now come here," he said gently, making room for him on the bed.

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