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And I'm back with more MINCHAN MOMENTS *cringe*

"Ouch! That hurts!"

"Stay still! I'm not even exerting too much pressure on it."

"But it still hurts!"

"Quit whining like a child. Aren't you embarrassed of your boyfriend over there?" Minho's mind blanked for a moment before his face burned once he understood the lady's commentary. Chan's mother turned to him and smiled, "Sorry, dear. Christopher is still a baby."

"Mom! You're making Minho uncomfortable. And for the last time, he's not my– aw!" Chan grimaced. "You're really enjoying this, aren't you?"

Mrs. Bang only smiled innocently, wrapping up Chan's wounds on his abdomen, which Minho was having a hard time to keep his eyes away from. Chan has abs! Can he get more perfect? He's breath hitched at the sight of his toned stomach earlier, and he tried so hard to not stick his eyes on it and act like a creepy teenager with raging hormones.

"That's what you get for disobeying me." Her voice suddenly became stern and serious, her face void of the silliness she wore earlier. Minho could see the resemblance with her and her son. "I told you not to mess with people like them. They weren't worth your time and effort. Learn to walk away from people who don't matter. I don't want you to end up like him, Chris."

Minho shifted uncomfortably in his seat. It was a new sight. He never imagined Chan's mom to be acting this way. Ever since they came here about half an hour ago, she was very warm and welcoming, to Minho at least. She was so angry about Chan's condition but he could see in her eyes that she was worried, a mother who was concerned for her son's wellbeing.

"Mom." Chan said quietly, gazing into his mother's eyes before taking a side glance at Minho and then back to his mom. Minho wasn't an idiot, he understood that Chan didn't want Minho to hear whatever his mother wanted to say. Which was justifiable, considering the atmosphere.

"Done. Now I want you to take a rest inside your room." She was patching up his wounds and looked at her son for the last time, to see if he had anymore bruises that she missed. "I'll just bring Minho to your room later. I wanna have a little chitchat with your friend over here. No buts!"

Chan's mouth was left hanging and he was about to put up an argument but his mom gave him a hard stare. Minho's heart was beating rapidly because holy shit I'm gonna talk with his mom one on one! I have to make a good impression.

While Minho was thinking of what to do, and what to react, and oh my, how do I even respond to her without Chan? Chan and his mother broke into an argument, but it was in English. He tried to comprehend what they were saying, because of course he would. But apparently, they were talking too fast, he only understood the first three words.  So Minho didn't mind them and gave them their space, directing his eyes elsewhere.

"Mom! This is uncomfortable for Minho! And he's really tired. What even do you wanna talk about with him? I swear if you tell him anything about me, I'm gonna—"

"Do what exactly, Chan? Go to your room and take a rest, you rude little devil! Now I'm wondering how you style your hair that hid your horns for so long."

Minho sat agitated, because one, he really wanted to know what they're talking (yelling) about, two, they were pretty dead serious with their conversation and he was nervous of how the talk with him and Mrs. Bang would unfold, and three, everything was just awkward.

Chan looked frustrated. "Mom, please. Just..." He sighed, finally giving up. "Don't say anything that may ruin our friendship. I— You know how they're important to me." Minho could see that he was trying really hard not to let his frustration get the best of him. His face was calling for sleep, and his voice sounded really tired. Nevertheless, he still looked ethereal to Minho's eyes.

"Chris. Go to bed." Her mother spoke in Korean and Chan gave Minho one last, unreadable look before spinning on his heels and walking towards what seemed like a path towards his bedroom. He just nodded at the older, hoping that the other would take it as "it's fine". Even though it's not because now what do I do?

Their house wasn't small, but it wasn't entirely large either. It was a perfect size for a family of five. Minho learned that Chan had a younger brother, but he wasn't here with them. Hannah was a freshman in college that's why she's staying in a dorm. She was very fond of dancing hence she joined Erin's team since they went to the same university.

He didn't see any picture of his father. Chan said he was dead, so he thought that at least a single photo would be hung around the house. But he didn't find one.

He roamed his eyes, waiting for Chan's mom to comeback from the kitchen. When they arrived earlier, he carried half of Chan's weight to the front door and knocked loudly. A woman in her early 40's greeted them. After analysing the whole situation, she quickly openedthe door widely to let them in, asking Minho a few questions about himself. But she didn't ask why Chan was like that, as if she was used to it. And that scared Minho. How long had Chan been doing this?

Minho came back to his senses when he heard a cough. "Here, Minho. Let's talk at the porch, Chan might eavesdrop." She smiled warmly. "wear this so you won't get cold. And I brought us some tea."

He eyed the fabric. It was a thick hoodie, too big for Minho. It was black and when his nose caught the smell of it, he immediately clung to it like he was holding Chan. It smelled just like him. Without knowing it, Chan's mom was smiling at him fondly and he became embarrassed as hell. Now she'll think I'm a creep.

They walked towards the house's porch and truly, the temperature dropped. But Chan's jacket kept him warm. The breeze blew Minho's dreads sideways and he had to ran his hand through it in attempt of fixing it.

"Lee Minho, right?"

"Uh... yes, Ma'am." Shit this is so awkward. I'm talking with my future mother-in-law. Yes, Minho. Boost that confidence.

"How long have you known each other, and how did you two meet?"

"Uh—" Should I say that her son torridly kissed me because he was avoiding cops? Nope, not one of the choices. "Nearing the middle of the semester, I guess? But I knew him way back, it's just that we weren't acquainted at the time. But we met personally because of Felix."

Chan's mom just softly laughed at him before turning to the trees in front of their house. "You know..." She glanced at Minho, "Chan always talked about his new found friends in the university. Saying that he was glad he moved here. He told me that he missed Felix so much. He kept on saying Jisung and Changbin's names, and promised to introduce them to me when the time comes, along with the others. But I remember how he spoke your name, Minho. I bet you two are pretty close."

It was cold, but his face felt hot, along with the overwhelming sensation building up in his heart. Even when Chan wasn't there, he kept on making Minho's heart unstable. I should sue him for this. His mother smiled at him once again.

"I'm sorry for the inconvenience. My son is... well, I don't know how to word it, but... he's kind of a trouble-magnet. I thought he would stop getting himself in trouble if we moved here, far away from the toxicity of his father." Her voice sounded distant, as if she was talking to herself rather than to someone whom she just met recently.

Minho's ear pinged. From his father? So he wasn't dead? But Chan said he was! He lied? Or maybe he just misunderstood what she was saying.

He watched Chan's mom while she was looking away. She was wearing a sad smile, one that looked nauseous, longing. He just kept silent, humming positively to the taste of the tea.

"What are you to Chan?"

Minho sputtered. Chan, your mom's gonna be the death of me, I swear.

"...Or rather, what is Chan to you?"

The question threw him off guard. Minho's heart skipped a beat. He suddenly couldn't hear the sounds coming from the woods in front. He was fidgeting, so he placed his cup on the mini table. He didn't know what to do, what to say— which was kind of ridiculous. Why wouldn't you know, Minho? You're his friend, nothing special. Quit treating yourself that you have something more with him. You'll end up getting hurt.

When it took him too long to answer, Mrs. Bang spoke, her voice as soft as a mother singing a lullaby. "I know Chan is hard to understand."

Minho resisted the urge to snort playfully, yeah tell me about it.

He's been through a lot, he just wouldn't show it. He's afraid to let the people he cared for be disappointed in him. I hope you would understand him."

Disappointed? How can he disappoint people?

"But why would people be disappointed in him? He's a great person. He has a heart of gold and he's very compassionate. He tends to forget about himself because he always made his friends his first priority." He suddenly remembered what happened earlier, when Chan came to cheer for him even though he was physically hurt. Stupid dumbass, having no sense of self-preservation. I have to lecture him about it later. "He's sweet. He's talented. I don't know but Chan may be the most selfless person I've ever met."

He finished with a deep sigh, only to realize that Chan's mom was staring directly at his eyes, her face showing a gentle smile and eyes turning crescent. He quickly averted his eyes, feeling exposed in front of his future mom. That's the spirit, Minho! Just get your hopes up so high, only to taste the bitterness of your downfall later on.

"I'm glad he has people like you. I heard from Hannah that he was extremely popular with people because of his personality and of course, he's my son, he's good looking." Minho couldn't agree more, nodding and then stopping from embarrassing himself more. Chan's mom was beautiful. "But back when he was in Australia, everything was different. You wouldn't even think that Chan had been through all of those because of what he's showing you here."

Minho stayed silent. He was confused. Why was she telling him things like this? And as if she read what his mind was blabbering, she answered him.

"Chan seemed to trust you, Minho. Only us and Felix knew about what happened. I reckon that Felix was always suspicious of Chan's actions. But he couldn't do anything else to get a hold of him. He's just hard-headed and stubborn like that."

Minho grunted, reminiscing the times when he told Chan to stay out of danger, even though he wasn't sure on what the older was doing or dealing with. He just cared so much for him.

It was silent for a moment and Minho just sat there, wondering what to say. It wasn't an awkward silence, but it wasn't comfortable either. It was in between, neutral.

He looked up when Chan's mom cleared her throat. The dimly lit bulb in front of the porch step made it possible for Minho to see a tear falling down from her eyes. He wanted to comfort her, to tell her that her son was amazing. He didn't want to see mothers crying because it reminded him of his own.

"Is it okay for you to hear some backstory, dear?" She sniffed, smiling wobbly.

"Oh... Of course, it's fine as long as it's anything that's alright for you to share to me."

"Chan was bullied when he started studying in middle school. He was smart, he was friendly, and he was so good in sports that he could actually try out each one if possible." She smiled at the thought and Minho was intently listening, slightly shock that Chan was bullied despite his personality. "I was amazed with him. He was such an angel. But not all people his age saw that. They were jealous of Chan..."

"He was always getting recognized, especially in sports because he was very good at a very young age. Then there's this group of seniors, big bodies, huge reputations. But it seemed that their brains were the exact opposite of their frames."

Minho tried to visualize what Chan looked like when he was younger, probably pretty cute, but the thought that he was bullied made a hole in his heart.

"They were having fun at first, Chan willingly trusting them and went with them to one of the guys' house. He came home with a black eye, broken bone, and blood-stained clothes. He wasn't crying and that made me terrified. I knew it pained him, but he went straight to his room and washed himself, coming down like nothing happened."

Minho's heart ached. He couldn't imagine Chan being treated like that.

"His father was..." She paused a little bit before continuing, Minho looking at her with worried eyes. "His father didn't do anything better. He was on drugs. And when he saw that Chan was beaten up without putting up a fight, he beat him up again without mercy. He was so disappointed, saying that he never raised a weak baby. If only I was there with them, and just didn't leave for my job because my son was hurt. I knew he was wounded, yet I still left him."

This time, Chan's mom was sniffing louder. She was trying not to breakdown in front of Minho.

"I didn't know it at first. His father was so sweet and caring, but when his company went bankrupt, he just lost it. Everything we've been through, down the drain. He made Chan learn how to fight." She laughed humorlessly, anger flashing in her eyes.

"He borrowed money from people without paying, and those people were big time. He borrowed a lot, without my knowledge. He even borrowed money from people in Korea, maybe that's why Chan is always getting trouble now. People are coming for him in his father's stead. But back then, I just thought the company was doing fine. I was so clueless." She gripped her pants a little tighter, maybe too caught up with her explanation.

"A year passed and Chan's supposed-to-be father was using illegal drugs. People were chasing after him and Chan was always the one left in our house. He was always the one receiving his wrath."

"His father kept hiding when we found everything out. Chan's life became worse. People attacked him because of his old man, telling him that he was a son of a drug dealer and a thief. He just wanted to study and pass, but life gave him so much more. He was kicked out of the soccer team for the same reason, he wasn't accepted in other things. He was faultless, he didn't do anything wrong. He was way better than his father, and he will never do the same things that his father did."

"But you know, mind's can be conditioned. Chan believed them. That he'd soon become the same, and it'll only take a matter of time before he'd fit his father's shoes..."

Minho wanted to insert himself and tell Chan's mother that she's wrong, Chan was beyond that. But he kept himself silent, waiting for the other to continue.

"He went clubbing. I knew it, but I just acted like I didn't because I thought that was his way to let out his stress, apart from writing songs."

Minho gulped. This was too much information. She kept on talking like she was alone, like Minho wasn't there.

"But he just fought with people there when he got drunk. Even people there started to make fun of Chan and he was just defending himself. But because he's almost not wounded every single time he got out of a fight, groups would join forces and attack him. The number of the people that he angered grew and he was just used to fighting ever since. His father didn't do anything to save Chan from his wrongdoings. Instead, he mocked Chan, saying that he was a good for nothing son. That he was an accident. He never recognized the fact that Chan was like that because of him. Chan just wanted to become strong for his father."

She was already crying and Minho felt like doing the same thing, too. He never knew Chan lived that way. He never knew his arrogance in fighting had a story behind it. He moved over to where she was sitting, and patted her back. He didn't know how to comfort people in situations like this, but he could try.

"Then his father started hitting me." She laughed bitterly. "He was the man of my dreams at one point, and then the next he was causing all my nightmares."

"It was purely verbal at first and I could handle that. But it went down to physically torturing me and that stirred something in Chan. I kept it from my family, that their father was abusing me. But when Chan came home, drunk, he came face to face with his father knocking me off the ground. He just attacked his father then and there. He was so mad. He shouted profanities at him. And it pained me. To see my husband and son fighting. To realize that I can never repair my family. Chan was always looking up to his father when he was a kid. Now he just despises him. Even mentioning his name makes his blood boil and anxiety worsen."

Soft cries came out from her mouth and Minho was suppressing the tears that dared to spill out from his eyes. It was Chan's mom's moment. He would feel bad if he joined her crying. He looked up to stop his tears from welling up. But Chan was just so composed and things like these are too hard to get by.

Don't cry don't cry don't cry

"When Chan entered college, he pleaded that he would take Music as his major. But I objected. I know how he liked making music, but his heart wasn't in the right that time. His music always sounded dark and scary and it was filled with deprecation. I was scared that it would affect him. So he chose another one, provided that he was still going to produce and continue doing what he liked. His intelligence and determination were really impressive, so he just managed. After several years, I want him to be stable if ever I disperse from this world."

She then sighed.

"But when he pleaded that he would like to imprison his father, I didn't know how to react. I was surprised. I was disappointed because how did we end up in that situation? But I didn't stop him. His father committed serious crimes, and he broke what was once a contented family. And Chan's siblings were also having a hard time because of him."

That must be pretty hard, getting your own blood in prison. But it was a brave thing to do.

"I could say that he would do everything to keep the people close to him safe and secured. He didn't care what other people say about him. But he was overprotective when it came to us. After that, we moved here." Her grief-stricken face lit up. "We started anew. We met people. And I'm glad Chan met you. He's still into gruesome fighting, and I wish he'd stop. It gives me a heart attack every single time. I wish those people would know that it has nothing to do with him just because of his father. But I'm proud that he left what he was in Australia and tried really hard to become that sweet boy who would love giving hugs and kisses."

"I know he's scared, he's going through a lot. And he doesn't want people to see his flaws and vulnerabilities because he thinks that it'll drive people away, just like what happened before..."

Minho resisted the urge to frown at her, at Chan for thinking that people won't respect and move him. Chan's mom just looked at Minho with a serious face. "Minho, Chan didn't want anyone of you to know things about him and his past because he doesn't want it to happen again. He was terrified that his close friends might leave him because of what he did before. That people might push him away because that's what his friends did in Sydney. They turned their backs against him just because of a fault he didn't even do. So when he feels something, he just disappears, trying to find himself in the midst of his noisy mind."

Minho was speechless all throughout and now he wasn't sure if he was going to talk anymore because he was kind of guilty. He thought that Chan was dating other people and that he'd leave Minho, making the younger judge him.

"I'm telling you this because I know you're important to Chan. I know how he cares about you and you about him. I could see it in your eyes when I was tending to his wounds. Whenever he yelped, you're eyes kinda twitch and I'm honestly happy that he has friends who care. I just don't want him to lose people if things go wrong."

"Don't worry, Mrs. Bang." He responded after a moment of finding his voice. "We're always here for Chan, even if he breaks all of his bones because of his recklessness and stubbornness. Even if he loses all his teeth because of always getting into fights. We'll stick by his side." Even if he found the right one for him, I'll never leave his side.

This caused the other to laugh. I made her laugh! Plus points for me— Minho! Stop it.

"You're funny. I like you for my son."

Minho's mouth opened. "What? Uh— no, we're not what you think we are." He was talking too fast and he was stuttering. "I–I, uh, he uhm... We're not... Uh"

"And what exactly do you believe I'm thinking about you two? Hmm?"

Minho, the stuttering mess that he is, worsened the situation by turning into a tomato and saying, "I... uhm... I mean... Like, no, like we're not, we're nothing like in the romantic... aspect of a relationship..."

Another laughter. "I know. I was just saying." She raised her hands in the air as if she was surrendering and Minho was clearly embarrassed. He was a flustered mess in front of his future mom *wink*. But at least he made her laugh.

"You go inside now. It's getting colder by the second."

She stood up and grabbed the tray where she placed the tea cups they used. Minho also stood up. "Let me help you."

"Oh no, dear. I'm good. I'm not that old."

"I–I didn't mean it l-like that uh..."

She laughed again and Minho thought that he should really become a comedian because even when he was suffering, he was still funny. To Chan's mom at least.

"I know. God, kid. You should go to Chan's room since Hannah would be here tonight to kick his brother's ass tomorrow. The living room is pretty much cold. And I bet you wouldn't want to sleep with me."

Minno immediately shook his head and Mrs. Bang was having the laugh of her life. She was so far from the crying mess she was in earlier and that's a good thing. Minho hated seeing his mother cry *wink*.

I guess I should become a comedian. I'm really funny.

For a moment, they both forgot about Chan's predicament. It was just a normal night, like having a sleepover with your friends. Except that it wasn't all of his friends. It was only him and Chan. Inside Chan's house. With his mother and sister inside their own rooms. And he'll sleep in Chan's bedroom.

Cool. Definitely.

He knocked at the door, hoping that Chan would be asleep. He turned the knob only to find out that the room was empty.

"Chan?" He quietly stepped inside before closing the door behind.

"Wait a sec!" A voice came from a room, maybe the bathroom. Why is he even there? He's supposed to be asleep minutes ago.

Minho sat on the couch and roamed his eyes around Chan's room. It wasn't messy like he expected. He could see his trophies on the other side along with his medals and plaques. His bed was kinda big, with a bedside table near it. His notes were scattered on the table top. The combination of cream and white, with gray curtains certainly made it look like the older's room. Plain and simple, yet nice and elegant.

He waited for Chan to come out, scratching his side because he was feeling sticky with the same outfit he wore on the competition. And oh shit, I forgot to get my clothes from Hyunjin's gym bag.

While he was silently cursing, the door opened, revealing a fresh-looking Chan without dirt and blood, but still had some bandages. And oh my god! He's naked! Well, he's not. There's a towel wrapped around his waist but holy shit his abs were luring Minho's attention! His freaking abs!

He looked away, feeling the atmosphere shift. Or was it just him? He could feel a blush creeping up onto his face and he could hear Chan chuckle. Like mother, like son. Their resemblance was starting to get uncanny. Am I that funny? Now he's dead set on becoming a comedian.

"You can look now, Minho." That was quick. He gazed at Chan and quickly grabbed the pillow sitting next to him, throwing it into the other's face.

"Missed!" The blonde was laughing hard and Minho became so embarrassed. He averted his gaze from Chan's toned abdomen because he just had his sweatpants on and still no shirt.

"Liar! Put your clothes on!"

It wasn't his first time seeing a naked top. Heck, he even saw naked bodies before. But this was Chan. He likes Chan and he was genuinely blushing furiously because of the sight. He crossed his arms on his chest.

"I'm sorry, Min. But I really don't wear a shirt when I sleep."

He snapped his head towards Chan, only to retrieve it back again and heard Chan's soothing laughter. What the hell? I also don't sleep with a shirt on! I knew it! We are meant to be!

He mentally slapped himself.

You need sleep, Lee Minho.

"Here." Chan threw a pair of PJs at his face. Minho grabbed a hold of the clothes and looked at them adoringly. "Why do you own cat-patterned PJs?" He looked at Chan's face, doing his best not to look down.

"Oh. Uh, I bought that last week. I actually thought about you when I saw that, and I haven't seen you so I just bought it." His voice became quiet. "I didn't know I'd give it to you sooner."

Minho was reminded of his sulking when he didn't see Chan and now he's feeling guilty about it. He masked his voice and tried to sound cheerful. "This is so cute!"

"I know, that's why I bought it for you." Chan sighed before sitting on the edge of the bed. "You should probably change, Min. You stink."

The younger ignored the cute comment, and pretended like he was offended. "I do not!" He stood up and walked towards the bathroom but turned to Chan first. "For your information, I quite smell nice even when I'm swimming in a pool of sweat, Bang Chan!"

Chan was looking at him with an unreadable expression and Minho panicked. Did I do something? The older walked towards him. His eyebrow slit catching Minho's attention and damn he's hot! Right when the other completely stood in front of Minho's face, he stopped. The younger didn't move, not allowing himself to lean against the bathroom door.

"You're right."

This caused Minho to be confused. "W-what?"

"You're right." His voice was normal, not a single hint of nervousness, unlike Minho. "You do smell nice, Min." He moved his face against Minho's ear and the younger gasped. He could feel Chan's warm breath against his skin. "But you need to wash up and change your clothes because you look beautifully hot and it's's getting really hard not to notice." His voice was husky and Minho just wanted to jump up and down and scream at the top of Mt. Everest.

He thinks I'm hot. Fuck you, Chan.

He didn't answer, still basking the experience. Chan snaked an arm around his body and Minho was losing all his shit. He was dreaming of a scene like this, but now that he's here, he was hyperventilating. Nice one, Lee Minho.

Chan's body was leaning against his own and when the Australian looked at him, he smirked. Minho's heart was building anticipation, which was a bad idea because Chan was just grabbing the knob to open the door. "Now get in, Min. You look tired." And then he was out of Minho's space. The brunette didn't know that he was holding his breath until he exhaled deeply. Curse you, Bang Chan!

He furiously turned his back against the older, who was laughing lowly, and went inside the bathroom. He furiously shut the door, silently scolding himself for letting Chan turn him into a mess.

Where did that even come from? And why was Minho acting so weak? I'm the confident one in this relationship, Channie! Whatever relationship we have. He rolled his eyes at himself in front of the mirror. "Shit, Minho."

He just removed all clothing and proceeded to wash himself up, not bothering to wash his hair, just his face and body.

Minho stopped what he was doing, dwelling once again on what Chan's mom had revealed. Should I tell Chan that I already know? He felt pity, and guilt for knowing his past without the other's knowledge, creeping inside his stomach.

After a good few minutes, he wore the clothes, even though he didn't want to wear the top because he didn't sleep with it. He looked at himself in the mirror. I look cute. He smiled, "Hello there, cutie. Looking good." Self-appreciation at it's finest. Really, he was just boosting his confidence. He winked and turned around, opening the door.

Chan was sitting on his bed, his bare back facing Minho. The younger placed his outfit on the couch.

"So..."

As if Chan knew what he was going to say, he quickly beat him to it. "Yeah. The bed." Again, like mother like son.

"Yeah. Uh– this is weird."

Chan faced him. "It's not. It's simple actually." He stood up, exposing his muscles once again and Minho just looked hard on his face. You can do this, Min!

When Chan was in front of him, he continued. "You sleep on the couch while I sleep on the bed."

Minho was about to put up a fight but when the sentence completely registered into his mind, he was confused. "Come again?"

Chan smiled innocently at him and just repeated what he said. "You and the couch. Me and the bed. Simple, right?" Suddenly, Minho's pity evaporated and was quickly replaced with an urge to punch Chan.

This was not what Minho thought. He expected that Chan would tell him to sleep on his bed because he was sweet. And then they'll both argue that the other must sleep on the bed, and then they'll settle everything with just sleeping next to each other. What the hell ever. That's what he read in books. Well, it didn't turn out the way he freaking expected.

"Excuse me? Have you seen your couch? It's small and I'm taller than you."

"By a centimeter. Not a big deal."

"Bang Chan, it's uncomfortable to sleep there!"

"I know. That's very sad, Minnie. But I am not gonna sleep on the couch, kitten." Chan winked at him and what was that? Kitten? KITTEN? Since when did Chan started using nicknames around Minho?

"Don't use nicknames on me, Bang. I'm the guest here." He tried really hard to stable his voice.

"Well, you're wearing that PJ now so I call you what I want. And have you forgotten that my body is aching?" Chan crossed his arms over his chest, making his biceps flex! Minho! Stop looking!

"By the way you're acting, it doesn't hurt like what you're implying."

Chan paused for a moment and proceeded to give Minho a meaningful look. "What?"

Chan grinned. "God, Minho. I didn't know you wanted to share a bed with me."

Minho's eyes went comically wide. "What–"

"You should've just asked, I would've welcomed you greatly, Min. I'm not that hard to talk to." Chan's grin was becoming more of a smirk and Minho felt so embarrassed. So what if he did want to share the bed? He doesn't have to admit it out loud and embarrass himself any further!

"I didn't say anything like that." You think you're the only one who's gonna act confident, Chan? "Unless..."

Chan just raised an eyebrow at him and he continued. "... you're the one who wanted to sleep with me. I mean, it's fine. I'm used to it."

"Oh, are you really?"

Chan didn't even look flustered a single bit. What does he have? A heart of stone? Every time he flirted with other people with a voice like that, they'd immediately succumb to Minho's power. But what Chan's next sentence made his knees weak.

"What if I do, Minho?" His voice was huskier and he was walking towards Minho who was taking steps backward. This is not what I planned. I mean, I do want to, but I didn't plan it! What the hell.

"You what?"

He could feel the door against his back, meaning there was no other way to get out of Chan's intimidating stare.

"You heard me."

Chan was slowly leaning in closer and Minho felt his breath hitch against his throat. He quickly forgot what he knew about this guy in front and all he could think of was how Chan was insanely hot and how he's stupidly making Minho's heart thump loudly.

"Uh- C-Chan..." Their faces were extremely so close with each other and Chan was directly looking at his lips. Shit.

"Yeah?" He replied, still looking at the younger's lips, licking his own. The other was sure that his heart was ready to move out any second. Oh my, I'm gonna die! I will die of anticipation and giddiness and thirst for this demigod in front of me! Chan looked up to Minho's eyes with an unreadable expression.

"You know, Min, I've been wanting to kiss you again right after we kissed one Friday night." Minho could feel his breath fanning against his own lips and Minho was losing his mind. Is he confessing? Inside his house? His own room? With his mother outside? He wanted to kiss me? Is this fornreal? SOMEONE PUNCH ME NOW! CHAN WANTED TO KISS ME. I WANNA DIE.

Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh!

Minho, being the thirsty bitch that he was, answered. "Then what are you waiting for?"

To be continued...

Well, I tried 🤦

I'm truly sorry for any mistake and have a nice day! ❤️ ~Lovelots

Edit: I don't know if you can receive notifs every time I update this story coz it looks like my account is having problems. NOT TODAY, SATAN! NOT ANY OTHET DAY. GEEZ.