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“Don’t you want cuddles?” Minho asks, watching him closely.
“I can’t, I have to run to the studio. I promised Changbin I’d be there by five,” Chan replies, quickly searching for his clothes around the room.
“Looking for these?” Minho smirks, holding up Chan’s underwear, dangling them from one finger. Chan snatches them and puts them on.
Minho’s gaze lingers on him, worried. Chan is always more vulnerable after intimacy—he usually needs cuddles and soft words. But this time, in the rush to get up right after they finished, Minho hasn’t given him any.
Chan does his best to fix his hair and face, then heads for the door with a hurried but sweet “I love you,” on his way to the recording studio to meet his friend —and coworker.
At first, everything goes smoothly and normally. Seungmin is in the booth, recording his part of a new song, while Chan and Changbin guide him.
But it doesn’t take long for the adrenaline that had kept him warm to fade. His fingers turn cold, his muscles relax too quickly. Suddenly, his clothes feel tighter and his body is shaken by slight shivers—like that time he went out with his boyfriend without a jacket, and Minho offered him his; only now, Minho isn’t here.
He looks up at Seungmin to focus on his singing, but a wave of emptiness and insecurity forces him to lower his gaze to the papers spread out on the table in front of him. His shoulders hunch in, as if trying to make himself smaller.
He remembers this feeling, but it’s been so long since he’s felt it.
When he and Minho finished earlier, Chan left too quickly. He should’ve stayed for cuddles and comfort, because he always needs it after sex, but he thought maybe this time he could tough it out. Turns out he was wrong—but by the time he realizes it, he’s already far from Minho.
He misses the way Minho always holds him tightly afterward, whispering sweet nothings in his ear. The way he strokes Chan’s bare skin under warm blankets, moving his hand in slow circles along his back, or gently running fingers through his hair. He wishes he could feel Minho’s lips right now, kissing his body, his face, and his lips. He wants to curl up in his arms and see that special smile Minho reserves just for him.
His body is still warm, but he feels cold. He wraps his arms around himself, but it doesn’t warm him or shake off the sadness creeping in.
“Hyung?” A voice calls, and he looks up to find Changbin watching him with an unreadable expression. “Are you okay?”
The urge to lie and say yeah, he’s fine, why wouldn’t he be?—is strong. But so is the need for comfort. Chan decides to tell the truth.
“Not really.”
“You’re shaking? Why didn’t you say you were cold? There’s a blanket right there on the couch!” Changbin scolds, but in a gentle tone, as soon as he sees Chan trembling with his arms wrapped around himself. He grabs the blanket—it’s Jisung’s, green with polar bears printed on it—and wraps it around Chan. He places a hand on his forehead to check for fever. “Do you want to go home? I can handle things here until Jisung gets in.”
Chan quickly shakes his head. “No.”
There’s a lot of work to do, and he doesn’t want to leave them.
Before Changbin can reply, Chan asks, “What time is Minho coming?”
Changbin looks at him curiously, but doesn’t ask any questions. He checks the time. “In like, 30 minutes.”
“Okay, I’m ready,” Seungmin says, pulling their attention back to him.
Changbin starts guiding him again, and just then, Chan gets a message.
It’s from Minho.
Minho ❤️
Leaving the house soon. Do you need anything? You practically ran out earlier.
Chan opens the message right away, hesitating for a moment before typing. Maybe he’s being dramatic. Maybe he should just focus on work and stop thinking about it.
But in the end, his fingers move faster than his thoughts.
Wolfie 🐺
Yeah…
You
Minho ❤️
Me?
You horny again? What we did earlier wasn’t enough?
Chan can practically hear Minho’s mischievous grin.
His fingers tremble as he types.
Wolfie 🐺
It’s not that
I need you to hold me
To hold me tight
Can you come early?
Minho ❤️
I’m on my way.
Ten minutes later, the door opens and Minho steps into the room, closing it behind him. His eyes go straight to Chan, watching as his features soften and a smile spreads across his face the moment he sees Minho.
“Minho? It’s not your turn yet—Seungmin’s still up,” Changbin says, checking his watch.
Minho waves him off with a quick, “I’m not here for that.” Then he walks over and gently brushes Chan’s hair with one hand. “Hey,” he says.
“Hey,” Chan replies, clearly happy to finally have him there.
Minho crouches down to his level, their faces just inches apart. “How are you feeling?” he asks softly, resting his free hand on Chan’s thigh and drawing slow, invisible circles there.
“Better, now that you’re here,” Chan murmurs with a wide smile that shows off his dimples. He looks so perfect and so sweet that Minho has to use every ounce of self-control not to scoop him up and carry him home right then and there.
“Hey lovebirds, hate to break the moment, but some of us are trying to work here,” Seungmin calls from the recording booth. They both turn to him. Chan’s cheeks flush as he presses a hand to his boyfriend’s chest, giving him a small, shy push—but Minho just stays close, unfazed.
He stays close, rolling his eyes in irritation. “Mind your business, Kim.” Then, turning to Changbin: “I’m stealing him for a bit,” he says, grabbing Chan’s hand and leading him to the studio couch.
Chan is caught off guard, glancing back at Changbin to make sure he’ll be okay without him for a while. Changbin nods with a small smile and turns back to Seungmin.
Meanwhile, Minho lies down on his side on the couch and motions for Chan to join him. Chan doesn’t need to be told twice—he rushes into Minho’s open arms, accidentally dropping the blanket to the floor in the process.
Minho holds him tight and plants a kiss on his hair.
“What happened?” he whispers so only they can hear, threading his fingers through Chan’s curls, brushing them from his forehead to the back of his head.
Chan lowers his gaze to Minho’s chest, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. “I missed you.”
“Yeah?” Minho grins. He places two fingers under Chan’s chin, gently lifting his face to look at him—and notices a cute pout on his lips. Minho huffs a quiet laugh through his nose and kisses the pout away.
But Chan wants more, and finds Minho’s lips again. They kiss softly, Chan’s hands gripping Minho’s shirt. Minho wraps one arm around him, the other cupping his cheek, thumb stroking gently along his cheekbone while they kiss.
When they part, Chan rests his head on Minho’s chest and closes his eyes. Minho traces soothing circles on his back and keeps him close.
“I thought I could go without it just this once,” Chan says, pulling back slightly. He doesn’t need to explain what he means—Minho understands.
“But when I got to the studio, I felt awful. I just wanted to be in your arms.”
“Why didn’t you call me right away?”
“I thought it would pass,” Chan pouts again.
“Hyung,” Minho scolds him softly. “Next time, just tell me, okay? I want to know when you need me so I can be there for you.”
It’s unusually sweet coming from Minho, and it earns him a big teasing smile from Chan. “You’re so sweet.” He pokes Minho’s cheek.
Minho shoots him a mock glare, then tries to bite his finger, making the older boy chuckle—and it melts Minho’s heart.
“You know, when you texted me, I really thought you were horny again.” Minho says a bit too loudly. Chan slaps his arm and turns toward the other two to make sure they didn’t hear.
He turns back to his boyfriend. “Don’t shout! They could have heard,” he whisper-yells, his face slightly flushed.
“I heard it,” Changbin informs them without turning around. “And we hear you every time you fuck anyway. You’re not as quiet as you think.”
Chan’s face flushes violently, his ears burning, and he hides his face on Minho’s shoulder, giving him a weak punch to the chest and clenching his shirt in his other fist.
Minho’s heart swells with tenderness at the sight, and he decides to be a little shit and make Chan even more embarrassed. “I always tell him to keep his voice down, though—”
“Min, stop!” Chan complains, his voice muffled by Minho’s shoulder as he hits him a little harder.
Chan is grateful the producers and staff left the room a little while ago, because he wouldn’t have handled the embarrassment and would have run off.
When Chan looks up again, Minho is smiling at him and gives him a little kiss on the nose.
Chan starts trembling slightly, and when Minho notices, he picks up the blanket from the floor and spreads it over both of them. He puts an arm under Chan’s head —because he knows how much he loves that— and starts gently stroking his hair.
His fingers move through Chan’s curls so soothingly that his eyes flutter shut. Their legs are tangled together, their bodies pressed close, and everything feels quieter—the others’ voices now just a background noise.
Chan is sleepy but doesn’t want to sleep. Still, he doesn’t open his eyes, not even when he hears the door open and Jisung’s voice greeting them. He feels Jisung’s eyes on him for a while, but he’s too tired to care.
“You two need to be glued to each other all the time, don’t you?” Jisung comments as he heads to his seat.
Changbin cuts in before Minho can answer. “Want to join them?” he says while jotting something down on a sheet.
“No thanks, I barely managed to get out of Felix’s arms to come here. Not that I’m complaining,” He adds with a grin. “I had to ask Hyunjin and Jeongin to cuddle him for me so I could get away.”
Minho turns his attention back to the boy in his arms and smiles fondly. He huffs a quiet laugh through his nose and leans in close to his ear, “You’re just a big baby, aren’t you?” he whispers in that voice reserved only for Chan.
Chan smiles sleepily and snuggles closer—if that’s even possible. And he falls asleep like that, safe in Minho’s embrace, wrapped in a peaceful stillness, and with Minho’s hands and lips gently caressing him.