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1-
During the live, Seungmin felt a little bored. So far, it was just Felix and Changbin yapping to Stay. He didn’t even try to look interested, being hidden past the camera’s view.
Chan was sitting on the armchair, slightly towards the left of the camera. He was watching Seungmin carefully, like a hunter would a deer, examining every move, in case he would run away.
Not like he would, anyway.
Seungmin squeezed his lips together, hollowing his cheeks, to create a loud popping sound. Changbin raised an eyebrow and Felix chuckled. Chan smirked, a little creepily, if anything.
The younger laid on his stomach, leaning his cheeks on his knuckles, the roundness pressing against his hands. Chan swallowed, unable to tear his gaze away.
His restraint broke when Seungmin puffed out his cheeks and rolled onto his tummy. He was vulnerable and exposed.
Chan smirked, standing up slowly. Seungmin didn’t notice, too busy staring at the ceiling. Chan stepped forward, before trapping the younger by placing both hands on opposite sides of him, nearly laying on top of him. Minho looked back, a little disgusted, but ignored it eventually.
Seungmin squirmed, pushing on Chan’s chest to try and shrug him off, hissing, “Hyung, stop it,”
Chan grinned, and nestled his nose into Seungmin’s neck, pressing his thumbs into Seungmin’s waist. He writhed, pushing his knees into Chan’s torso. “You’re so bratty,” Chan whispered, before he pulled himself off, giving Seungmin a warning look. He retreated back to the armchair, smirking at Seungmin.
A few minutes later, Seungmin mouthed, ‘You’re so old,’ to him, a playful smile donned upon his unfairly cute face.
Chan stood up, but that was all he did for a few seconds. Seungmin turned his head away and back to the camera. Chan grinned widely and wrapped his arms around him, pressing him into the bed, leaving him squirming and trying to fight back. “Are you trying to make me mad?” he whispered, pushing Seungmin down harder.
“Nuh-uh, get off, old man,” Seungmin grumbled, pushing back. Chan frowned and stood back up, before turning around to slap the younger’s thigh. “Ow,” he mumbled.
Right as Chan was at least a few feet away from him, Seungmin said, “Don’t fall down the stairs tonight, hyung,” His mischievous smile was infuriating, and Chan didn’t let him get away with it.
So he pounced on him again, climbing on top of him, caging him in between his thighs.
“I hate you,” Seungmin murmured.
2-
Seungmin was lying on the couch, sleeping.
Or at least trying to sleep.
The chaos in the room made it hard, with Han’s random shouts and Hyunjin’s natural loudness in general.
What didn’t help was Chan kept poking him.
“Hyung, stop it,” Seungmin groaned, his voice gravelly from resting for so long.
Chan giggled and leaned closer, his breath tickling the nape of Seungmin’s neck. He placed a warm hand on Seungmin’s waist, who rolled over and said, “I’m gonna fucking punch you,”
Chan stepped back in amusement, to only come closer and push his nose into the side of Seungmin’s jaw. Seungmin sat up and glared at him, Chan chuckling and sitting on the other side of the couch. He threw a small keychain that had been broken off-probably one of Changbin’s-and threw it right at Chan.
“Ow!” Chan exclaimed, as the keychain hit him dead center in the shoulder.
“‘m tired,” Seungmin mumbled, and fell back asleep. Chan smiled, watching as he curled back up, doting on the younger’s cuteness.
3-
After a dance practice, the others spread across the floor to eat, some lying on their stomachs, others leaned across the floor.
Seungmin was sitting on the ground, finishing his rice and setting the bowl aside. Chan took the opportunity to scooch to be alongside him and take him in a back-hug, wrapping his legs around the vocalist and caging him. “Hyungggg,” Seungmin whined, slapping Chan’s leg, through the oppression of the older’s arms.
“Mmm, I love you~” Chan hummed, and tilted him to the side, so he could crawl above him.
Seungmin could feel Hyunjin’s judgment, the side eyes he was making. They were valid-in Seungmin’s opinion-and Chan’s clinginess always made an exception.
Their legs were tangled together, Chan’s elbows indenting on Seungmin’s arms, which were grabbing onto his shoulders, torsos forced together, Chan’s head in Seungmin’s neck, breathing in the faint smell of exhaustion and defeat.
“Leave me alone,” he huffed, trying to roll away. Chan pulled him back, leaving Seungmin’s cheek squished into a bicep.
4-
Seungmin was cold. That’s all he felt. No matter how many blankets he placed on himself, he was cold.
He could’ve caught hypothermia at that point. Maybe not hypothermia, but it felt like it.
He didn’t want to wake Felix up, so he stumbled around to his drawer to find a sweatshirt. It didn’t help.
He opened the dorm door and wandered down the hallway to Chan’s. Chan was still up, doing whatever on his laptop at such an unholy hour.
“Hyungie?” he asked, peeking through the doorway. Chan’s head whipped around to see him, and his face softened.
“What are you doing up so late?” he asked.
Seungmin stepped forward, the large sweatshirt swallowing his small frame. “‘m cold,” he mumbled. Chan beckoned for him to come to him, and Seungmin walked to him slowly, his eyes fluttering in fatigue.
“Come here,” Chan said, smiling softly. He pulled Seungmin into his lap, folding his arms around him, pressing a kiss to his temple.
Seungmin leaned back, letting Chan rub circles into his tummy. His eyes slowly started to falter, exhaustion creeping into his brain. “Someone’s sleepy,” Chan murmured, kissing his jaw gently. He nuzzled his nose into Seungin’s soft neck, warm breath brushing over cold skin.