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Recently, Minho has noticed Chan acting strangely.
Whenever Minho turns his head, feeling a familiar pair of eyes on him, he notices Chan staring at him with an unreadable expression on his face. And then when Minho approaches him, nudging him and blinking in confusion, Chan seems to slowly return to himself.
“It’s nothing Minho-yah,” Chan says each time, as his smile fails to reach his eyes.
But Minho is nothing but sceptical. And also a man of science.
Thus, Minho starts collecting valuable data. He decides to watch every step that Chan takes and to analyse the shit out of it.
First record of an anomaly in Bang Christopher Chan’s behavioural patterns:
Minho’s eyes narrow in on Chan as he giggles down at his phone, bringing his hands up to bite his nails absentmindedly.
Oh if only he wasn’t already flopped on the floor, after carrying out the extremely taxing job of being Stray Kids’ dance leader, Minho would stomp right over and smash that stupid device onto the ground.
Ok. Maybe not. But it does sound tempting.
“Oh my god, hyung is on Twitter again!” yells Changbin from across the practice room, “Woah, why is ‘Lee Know hyung’ trending?”
Suddenly, all the memories of the day before flashback into Minho’s brain. So this is why Minho is feeling extra tired today. Maybe they should have held back a little bit more right before group dance practice. Minho tries to glare at Chan but he knows he only has himself to blame for the sting in his ass when he sits upright on the floor.
During Channie’s Room yesterday, when Minho heard Chan whining cutely and saying ‘Lee Know hyuuung’ in that sweet tone of his, he knew he had no choice but to march over to muscle bros + Hyunjin’s dorm immediately.
Speaking of muscles, any other day Minho would not have noticed the fact that Changbin came to practise in a tight black muscle tee. But today, Changbin had helped Minho solve the ‘Chan smiling at phone’ debacle.
Therefore, today, Changbin deserves to be appreciated.
And Minho is nothing but appreciative. But more importantly, Minho finds Changbin very fun to annoy.
When the two-minute pee/water/social media break is over–Minho likes to run a tight ship–the members get back into the groove of it, fine-tuning the steps to new songs and refamiliarising themselves with older, less performed songs.
Not even twenty minutes in, Minho decides to kick off his plan for the most appropriate form of appreciation.
Case 143 starts playing. Its intricately crafted sound reverberates out of the large speakers, filling the practice room and snugly hugging the walls. The members smoothly slip into their respective places. So does Minho’s plan to annoy Changbin.
As the part of the song where Minho faces Changbin comes up, he takes one extra step towards the latter, intending to corner him. All while Minho flashes his mischievous little smirk at poor Changbin, he grabs the younger around his nape, pulls his head in and sleazily gropes his biceps.
But no one should ever underestimate a Leo man’s headstrongness. Especially not Changbin’s.
Changbin gives as good as he gets. As he reaches to grab Minho’s chin, Minho spots Chan from the corner of his eyes. Chan seems frozen to the ground as he stares at Changbin for what seems like centuries.
Chan is only broken out of his stupor when Felix starts complaining about Minho and Changbin for interrupting the practice.
“Awww! You threw off my groove!” Jisung obnoxiously yells as he dramatically folds his arms across his chest. Felix rotates his head so quickly to look at Jisung that it might as well have fallen off.
Jeongin joins in the chaos, coming up to Minho and saying “I’m sorry, but you’ve thrown off the emperor’s groove.” The three share a knowing look and burst out laughing together while the rest stand there awkwardly. Seungmin pretends to have found a really interesting piece of thread on his hoodie.
Minho doesn’t even want to know what this could be in reference to.
But he definitely wants to know the exact reason why Chan’s mood changed so quickly from giggly to brooding.
Second record of an anomaly in Bang Christopher Chan’s behavioural patterns:
Concert days always have the members buzzing with energy from early morning till the second they flop onto their respective hotel beds. So it’s a surprise to absolutely no one that Minho and Jisung enable each other to wreak havoc every time they cross paths.
As per concert routines, Minho and Jisung were warming up their voices in a quiet room. Unfortunately for everyone nearby, their warm-up quickly changed from two idols preparing their voices to two best friends loudly confessing their undying love for each other through song form.
Just as Jisung goes on one leg to belt out the chorus and Minho schools his expression to look like a pleasantly surprised but overly emotional lover, Chan walks in with Felix in tow.
Before Minho gets the chance to rope the Australians into their shenanigans, he watches in real time as Chan’s usual giddy grin falls from his face. Chan’s eyes stay locked onto Jisung as if he has suddenly fallen into a trance. Once again, that same dark look settles over him, his earlier energetic self nowhere to be seen.
Before Minho gets the chance to approach Chan and question him, the stage directors walk in. Seems like Chan will have to wait until later.
Right now, it’s showtime, bitch.
Minho soon comes to the realisation that enough observations have been made. It’s time to do something about the matter at hand. But he can’t do this alone. He needed to get a second brain working on this.
This is where Minho’s trump card, his dear Yongbok, comes into play.
To be entirely honest, Minho already figured out that something odd is happening to 3RACHA and so wanted to confront Chan about it immediately. Unfortunately, Felix catches him scribbling in his notebook about Chan’s behavioural patterns and begs Minho endlessly to help him solve the mystery.
Felix’s master plan is to spy on Chan, to observe the differences in his behaviour towards 2RACHA and the rest of the members. When he reports back to Minho, he brings a PowerPoint presentation with him.
“So basically, Channie hyung is his usual sweet dorky self around all of us EXCEPT when you are in some way shape or form interacting with Changbin hyung and Hannie,” Felix concludes after making Minho sit through multiple slides with werewolf transformation videos in them.
Apparently, the wolf represents Chan as he protects his mate, Minho, from potential competition, Changbin and Jisung.
If this was anyone else, Minho would have strangled them to death by slide no. 2. Since this is Felix, Minho thanks him for confirming his suspicions and pats him on the head.
Chan reaches his last straw after a particularly exhilarating concert in Melbourne. The crowd was absolutely wild. This might be why Chan is still fired up despite having performed for over three hours.
This might also be why Chan yells for Minho’s attention from his room instead of texting him like a sane person. Chan silently apologises to every other person on their hotel floor but knowing Minho, he will surely appreciate his unconventional methods. When Minho replies to Chan by letting out his own bellow from his room, Chan giggles and finally reaches for his phone.
Chan
Minho-yah, hyung misses you
We haven’t cuddled in soooooo long
Concerts are so much fun but I've barely had my Lee Minho time recently :,(((
Minho
Ugh wait
Not even a minute later, Chan hears a rapid knocking on his door. When Chan rushes over to open, Minho is standing there nonchalantly in nothing but a robe. Chan almost trips at the sight.
“Delivery for Bang Chan. Lee Minho Juice is here,” Minho says in the most apathetic tone he can muster. When Chan reaches to pull him inside, Minho’s act of indifference crumbles as a small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.
Chan’s brain is clearly malfunctioning since he is barely able to shut the door behind Minho before he smashes his lips on the latter’s. Chan whispers into Minho’s mouth, “I’ve missed you so fucking much.” Minho conveys his own feelings of reciprocation by reaching up to bury his fingers in Chan’s soft hair, tugging gently. Chan groans into Minho’s mouth as he tightens his hold on Minho’s waist, pulling him closer. They fall into a comfortable rhythm of pushing and pulling, post-concert highs slowly seeping out of their bodies.
Just as Chan is about to reach inside the robe, finally undressing Minho, loud knocks startle them out of their daze.
“Hyung! Channie hyung! Are you ok? We heard shouting from your room!”
“Oh god, what if someone entered his room through the window and stole his laptop?!”
The endearing yet infuriating chatter continues outside Chan’s door. Minho looks exasperated while Chan wants to bang Jisung and Changbin’s heads together in frustration.
Minho pecks Chan on the cheek and whispers, “Maybe next time Channie.” He reaches for the doorknob and slams it open. Jisung and Changbin stand there with wide eyes as Minho struts past them, retiring back into his room. The three stand outside Chan’s room, looking at each other, each baffled in their own ways.
“Minho Hyung was the robber all along?!” Jisung gasps and Changbin smiles sheepishly at Chan.
Since 3RACHA had assembled spontaneously, they decided to get some work done. Even if it was 1 am, none of them were anywhere near sleeping.
They eventually migrated to Changbin’s room because Jisung kept getting distracted by the reflective wallpaper in Chan’s room. Chan had caught Jisung staring at his reflection and making cute faces multiple times while running through lyric ideas.
After a while, Chan watches as exhaustion catches up to both Jisung and Changbin, their discussions making much less sense than usual. When he is just about to head out, his phone buzzes.
Minho
Are you still working?
Chan
Not anymore
Look at these two dumbasses
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They dare to be sleepy now after cockblocking me before
Anyway why aren’t you asleep minho-yah
Minho
Couldn’t sleep
I still have too much Lee Minho Juice left in me
I wonder if someone kind could help with tiring me out
Surely someone like this is around
Chan
…
What was your room number again
Minho
325
Just as Chan is about to send a 'see you soon <333' text to Minho, his attention is snatched away by Jisung and Changbin fighting over the TV remote. Chan frowns, realising that his room, unlike Changbin's, does not have an 80-inch Samsung TV. Chan feels jealous despite the fact that he never watches anything on hotel televisions.
“Please hyung we HAVE to watch at least one episode of Chainsawman together. I swear you’ll like it. Minho hyung and I just watched episode 2 here. The dude turns into a sexy chainsaw! ” Jisung exclaims, trying to free his head from being sandwiched between Changbin’s biceps.
Chan doesn’t stick around to observe how Changbin eventually gives in to Jisung’s whims. He has places to be and people to see.
Places meaning Minho’s room. People meaning Minho alone.
Standing in the long corridor, Chan searches for any signs to guide him to Minho’s room. He glances at Changbin's room number to get a better idea of where he is.
326.
Chan leans his head back as he lets a wicked grin take over his face. Changbin and Jisung have no idea what's about to hit them.
“That was quick. I thought Changbin’s room was a few floors below ours’?” questions Minho with a quirk in his eyebrows, still in his bathrobe.
Hearing this, Chan halts in his steps into the room. Huh. So neither Changbin nor Minho saw each other entering their respective rooms?
“Of course, I rushed over immediately. The only time I got to spend with you recently was our ‘Drive’ performances on stage. Even then Jeonginnie and Seungminnie were there. Not to mention thousands of Stays,” Chan sulks as he clings onto Minho, resting his cheeks against Minho’s neck. Chan drags himself out of Minho’s arms to look him in the eye. Minho’s long hair falls over his eyes, as they gaze fondly into Chan’s.
“Are you too tired for this?” Chan asks as he pulls Minho’s robe aside and dives back into Minho’s neck, this time to pepper it with soft kisses.
“I should be asking you that, old man,” Minho retorts and snakes his arms around Chan’s shoulders, locking Chan in place.
Slowly, Chan’s kisses turn into biting experimentally near Minho’s collarbones. Minho digs his nails into Chan’s shoulders and stifles the moan that is punched out of him.
“I wanna hear you, please, baby,” Chan says as he sneaks his hands underneath Minho’s shirt, pushing it upwards. Minho shivers, the cold air rushing up his torso.
“The walls are really thin here, Channie. I literally heard you from the opposite side of the floor.” Minho gasps as Chan rolls his nipples between his calloused fingers.
“It’s fine. The rooms next to yours are empty. I checked. No shoes outside, no ‘do not disturb’ sign, no nothing. We’ll be fine,” Chan says, urgency clear in his voice. At that, Minho stills his incessant touches, his face twisting into a strange expression.
“You prepared so much for me, baby,” Minho punches out while Chan continues his quest to get his soft lips all over Minho’s body. “I adore it a lot. All of it.”
Soon, Minho’s robe gets discarded. Chan wastes no time in reaching for Minho’s boxers but Minho swats his hands away. Chan looks up to see Minho raising his eyebrows at him and giving him a once-over. Chan catches on quickly as he surrenders himself to Minho, stripping off his black hoodie and sweatpants. Minho’s eyes widen when he finally takes it all in.
“Commando…interesting choice, hyung. You really couldn’t have waited any longer, could you?” Minho asks, finally ridding himself of his boxers.
Before Chan can answer, Minho backs him towards the bed, eyes glazing over with lust as he indulges in the view that is Chan’s naked self. Chan plops onto the cushiony hotel bed and leans back to lie down. At least, he attempts to. Minho grabs a fistful of hair at the back of his head, pulling him back up and clambers onto his lap. Chan lets out a hiss when Minho’s muscular thighs brush against his half-hard cock.
“You can watch me. But don’t you dare touch me.” Minho announces into the room boldly. Chan’s face heats up at Minho’s words. Sometimes he feels as though he could cum from just Minho’s words alone.
Minho leans further into Chan’s space and whispers conspiratorially, “Not yet at least,”.
With one look from Minho, Chan knows to reach into the side table and pass him the bottle of lube. After pouring some onto his fingers, Minho holds intense eye contact with Chan as he makes Chan watch him insert one finger first, then two past Minho’s rim. Both gasp simultaneously.
“You wish this was you, huh?” Minho pokes, his voice dripping with temptation as it resounds through the hotel room. Chan lets out a choked noise while Minho’s fingers pick up the pace. Minho’s face contorts into one that is equally focused yet frustrated. A myriad of sounds ring through Chan’s ears; Minho’s moans every time his fingers graze his insides at the right angles, Minho’s thighs slapping against Chan’s, the squelching sounds caused by Minho’s fingers, Chan’s heavy breathing as he struggles to hold himself back.
Even with his fogged brain, Chan comes to the realisation that Minho must have prepped himself beforehand. Minho, too, like Chan, couldn't wait anymore.
At some point, Minho had started rocking himself on his fingers to reach deeper. Chan watches dazedly as Minho’s thigh muscles contract and retracts mesmerizingly. That’s when Chan’s patience reaches its limit. Minho never said that Chan can’t touch himself.
When Chan starts stroking his almost hard cock, then, and only then, does Minho decide to refocus his attention back on Chan.
“..you are so mean,” Minho pouts with his eyebrows furrowed. Minho looks like a fucking dream with his sweat glistening prettily on his chest, his ears down to his chest shining glaringly red. “Making me do all the hard work while you sit back and look pretty.”
Chan bites his tongue to stop himself from reminding Minho that he is only following the instructions Minho set earlier.
“I’m sorry, Min–”
“Since you aren’t going to help me, maybe I’ll ask one of the others..maybe Changbinnie and Jisungie.”
If Chan was amicable when apologising beforehand, he is anything but that right now.
Minho can barely process what’s happening when the next thing he knows, he is lying on his back with his legs spread wide apart. Without giving Minho any time to adjust, Chan shoves his fingers inside Minho. Minho lets out a choked cry and scrambles to grasp onto the bed sheets.
Chan’s fingers, which are much longer than Minho’s, reach the deepest parts of him, rocking Minho back and forth. Chan sets a ruthless pace, causing Minho’s eyes to water and his neglected cock to start leaking.
“This is for my eyes only,” Chan growls out, hungrily staring at Minho’s helpless state as though he is committing the view into memory. Right when Chan senses that Minho might be close to coming, he pulls his fingers out at once. At that, Minho lets out a long whine and frowns up at Chan.
Chan grasps Minho’s wrists harshly and pulls him off the bed. He drags him to the wall that is shared with Changbin’s room and pushes Minho between himself and the wall. With Minho’s back to Chan, he grabs his jaw and forces him to look back at Chan.
“You are for me and me alone to touch.” Chan declares icily before he lubes up his cock and shoves it between Minho’s thighs. “Only I get to do whatever I want with you.”
Minho plants his palms on both sides of his head and squeezes his thighs together. Chan grips his hips tightly and thrusts forward. Every time Chan’s cock hikes up his thighs to brush against his rim, Minho exhales shakily.
“You are mine to use however I want.” are Chan’s only words of warning before he presses himself into Minho in one glide.
Minho arches his back as he is filled up to the brim with Chan’s cock. His head spins as he tries to adjust to the very much welcome intrusion. Even though his nerves are incredibly high-strung, he lets out a sigh as if this is his most comfortable state, stuffed full of cock. Chan’s cock.
Even while spitting out cruel words, Chan gives Minho plenty of time to get used to him before he starts rocking Minho on his cock. Chan watches as his cock buries fully inside Minho and peaks back out.
Chan reaches to grab both of Minho’s nipples, not pausing his hips, he tugs them until Minho throws his head back on Chan’s shoulder and lets out a broken moan. He is soon reduced to incessantly chanting Chan’s name and panting against the wall.
“Made just to take me.”
“Just for me.”
“Look how well my baby is taking me.”
After every single sentence, Chan angles up and thrusts harshly, emphasising his point. Chan’s grunts, his skin slapping against Minho’s ass, Minho’s pants, All the sounds playing like music continuously throughout the room.
“Channie,”
“Chan hyung,”
“I’m yours, only yours.”
“I belong to you Channie, only you.”
Minho murmurs against the wall as he nears his orgasm. When Minho looks back at Chan with teary eyes and his bitten red lips, Chan surges forward to taste Minho. At a particular thrust, with Chan slightly angling his hips and brushing against Minho’s prostate, Minho cries into Chan’s mouth. Having secured the spot, Chan doesn’t hesitate to fuck mercilessly into it each time. Chan’s grip on Minho’s hips tightens as Minho’s moans overpower every other sound in the room.
Having worked up to his orgasm for the second time that night, Minho reaches to frantically tug at his cock.
Chan has other plans.
He draws Minho’s wrists back and holds them both in one hand. With one hand on his hips and one holding his wrists, Chan pounds harder and deeper. Minho’s fingers curled in a fist, slapping against the wall at each hit against his prostate.
“Chan, Chan, Chan,” Minho’s brain was incapable of doing anything other than calling his name to persuade him to let Minho cum.
“Who do you belong to?” Chan asks, not stopping his hips.
“You.” Minho pants out,
“Who can touch you?”
“Only you.”
“Who can fuck you?
“You, Chan, only you!” Minho screams out.
Chan, satisfied, noses against Minho’s neck and whispers commandingly, “Cum for me, baby.”
Minho cumming might just be the most beautiful scene Chan has ever seen in his life. Though it might compete with Minho’s grin of unadulterated joy for the number 1 spot.
Contrastingly, Minho’s cum splatters ungracefully onto the beige wall. Immediately, Minho’s legs threaten to give out but Chan catches him around the waist.
“Use me, Chan.” Minho breathes out.
With Minho’s permission, Chan now chases his own orgasm. Minho moans from the overstimulation and exertion. One, two, three thrusts later, Minho is reaching behind him to lock Chan in place again.
“Inside. Now.”
Without any hesitation, Chan moans low and releases inside Minho. Chan slaps his palms against the wall next to Minho’s head and rests his forehead on Minho’s shoulder, panting while coming down from his high.
“Good boy, Channie.” Minho praises, patting Chan on his head fondly.
When Chan goes to pull out, Minho glares back at him as he is left gaping and empty. Chan smiles at Minho, pushes his bangs out of the way and kisses his sweaty forehead.
“We have a huge mess to clean up,” Chan says, pointing at the dried cum splattered on the wall.
Not only did they have to get Minho’s cum off the wall, but also Chan’s cum from the carpet. Not once does Minho stop grumbling during the clean-up process. To clarify, the clean-up involved Minho sitting on the bed, instructing Chan, while Chan gets on his hands and knees to scrub at the cum.
Once the cleaning is done and his hands are thoroughly washed, Chan runs over to Minho and tackles him onto the bed. Minho groans and tries to pry himself away from him but to no avail. Chan manhandles him underneath the sheets and hugs him close.
With Chan’s cheeks resting against Minho’s shoulders, Chan whispers, “Minho-yah, I did a bad thing. But I know if I tell you now, you are going to be even more mad than you are already. So hyung will tell you in the morning, m’kay?”
Minho lets the words settle and replies after a few beats.
“I’ll let you in on a secret, hyung.”
“The massive TV in Changbinnie’s room is fucking perfect for watching Chainsawman.”
Minho winks with both his eyes, turns his back to Chan and heads off to sleep.
All while Chan struggles to wrap his head around Minho’s words. He lies there for a long time until he scoffs and hugs MInho closer to him, wrapping their legs together.
“There really is no outdoing you, Minho-yah.”
Breakfast the next morning is extremely awkward for everyone involved. Well, except for Minho. And Seungmin who simply chooses to ignore the tense air.
Chan is the first to break, trying to initiate some conversation, “So…how was everyone’s sleep?” Chan winces internally. Why the hell did he bring up sleep when he never gets any himself?
For the first time that morning, Jisung looks up and makes eye contact with Chan. His eyebrows pulled together, and he whispers angrily, “How was my sleep? Why don’t you answer that for me, Chan hyung? How was my sleep after I heard you and Minho hyung fuck against Changbin hyung’s wall?”
By that point, all of them except Minho and Seungmin wore horrified looks on their faces. Seungmin looks like he expected this to happen sooner or later, looking completely indifferent and uninterested. Minho looks like he has been looking forward to this moment for years on end. Thankfully, Changbin grasps Jisung’s shoulders, placing him back on his chair. The shots don’t stop firing at that though.
Changbin crosses his arms and speaks calmly, “Chan hyung. Why didn’t you just say you were feeling jealous? Why didn’t you say you were feeling jealous that we recently got to spend more time with Minho hyung than you did? Did you? Did you have to use such extreme measures?”
Chan goes to interrupt him, exclaiming, “Why am I getting all the heat?? Minho als–”
Jisung places a finger on Chan’s lips and proceeds to explain, “Shhhhh, Chan hyung. Listen. Minho hyung gets pleasure out of tormenting us, he can’t be changed. But for you to misunderstand us, hyung…it really hurts.”
By then, all of them except 3RACHA had lost interest and had returned to scarfing their food down. Changbin nods and adds, “Also, hyung, I'm quite literally in love with Hyunjin. And Jisung over here makes out with Felix every other day.”
Hyunjin sighs, shaking his head while Jisung, scandalised, pushes himself off his chair and stands up, “I DO NOT!”
Felix grabs Jisung’s hands, pulling him down once again, saying “You do, babe, I was there.”
As chaos ensues on their breakfast table, Minho catches Chan’s eyes across the table, leans closer and whispers, “Let’s do it again, my possessive and cute boyfriend.”