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Changbin sets down his weights the moment he hears the text tone. He has a unique sound set for each member.
"Dude! You have three reps left," Chan says.
"The puppy needs me."
Chan scoffs, a soft smile threatening to twitch at the corner of his mouth. "Ah, of course."
Kim Seungmin: come over
Seo Changbin: @ the gym
Kim Seungmin: come over after
Seo Changbin: I'm really hungry. You'll have to feed me.
Kim Seungmin: *eye-roll emoji* I guess I can order take out. So needy.
Seo Changbin: I know you are but what am I
Kim Seungmin: I changed my mind. I don't want to see you.
Changbin pockets his phone and restarts the set. Like all the boys, Seungmin has his location. He'll see when he's on the way.
There will be no takeout. Seungmin already has the meat coming to room temperature on the counter after defrosting it in the fridge overnight. The meat wasn't for Changbin, don't be ridiculous. Felix was simply busy with a photoshoot and Seungmin needed someone to share the food and watch TV with. It's not like Changbin has anything better to do.
He haphazardly chops an onion. He has an assortment of ramen in the pantry for Changbin to choose from (again, he already had these on hand. He definitely doesn't buy random types of ramen in case Changbin wants to try a new flavor, whoever told you that is trying to frame him). He'll wait for Changbin to arrive before boiling water and cooking the meat and onion.
There's a soft knock on the door followed by the sound of his door code being punched in. The door swings open to reveal Changbin in his all black gym outfit, black baseball cap, and duffel slung over his shoulder. He kicks off his gym slides and slips into the ones Seungmin always has out for him, since he is prone to coming over unannounced. He hangs his duffel and hat on the hooks in the hallway.
"What happened to take out?" Changbin comes up behind him and wraps his arms around his waist, lurching up on tip toes to put his chin over Seungmin's shoulder. By the smell of him, he didn't shower at the gym. This day keeps getting better.
"Felix told me this meat is about to expire so we need to use it."
Seungmin turns the burner on and unwraps the meat, trying to hide the cling wrap's label with an expiration date set for a week from today. He grabs a pair of scissors to slice it thinly into the heated pan.
Changbin hums behind him, the vibration and body heat warming his torso. "I'm going to shower," he says and begins to pull away.
"Wait, no I—"
"What? Does the puppy need supervision? Is this his first time cooking?"
Seungmin can feel his neck heating up. He finishes snipping the meat and puts the scissors in the sink. He worked so hard on preparing this meal— Changbin can do the washing up.
"Never mind. Go shower, you smell horrible. Do you even wear deodorant?"
Changbin grabs him by the back of the neck. "Aish! Of course I wear deodorant. Hyunjin buys me this fancy natural one he likes. Here, smell." Then he's spinning Seungmin by the back of the neck, away from the hot eye and straight into his armpit.
Seungmin wiggles in such a half-hearted way, it would be embarrassing if anyone else were to witness. He inhales deeply, because of the shock of the situation, obviously, and relaxes into Changbin's hold.
He should invite Hyunjin over for dinner too, to thank him properly for this. Thank him for buying Changbin that useless deodorant that definitely doesn't hold up for an entire day spent in a studio that's always a touch too warm followed by two hours in the gym.
Changbin doesn't smell bad, of course. He smells like home. Warm, musky, a little spice from the remnants of the deodorant. Manly. His big, beefy namja.
The nose-shoved-in-armpit move only lasts a second. Changbin guides his head back up so he's standing straight in front of him. Someday he'll get uninterrupted time with Changbin and his pits and all the other nooks and crannies Seungmin's dying to explore. Someday he'll be brave enough to ask for what he wants, what he craves.
"Look at you. One pit sniff and you're boneless. You're such a sweet puppy, aren't you?" Changbin coos.
Seungmin feels boneless. Like he was held up all day by an invisible string, only to be cut loose by Changbin walking through the front door.
He sways into Changbin— who catches him, like always. Changbin wraps his arms around Seungmin's arms and torso, keeping him in place. He never breathes better, more deeply, than when his lungs are being lightly compressed by Changbin's bulk. He buries his nose in his neck, inhales the addictive blend of sweat and skin there. He feels Changbin doing the same to the back of his head, nuzzling his nose into Seungmin's hair to get at his scalp.
"The puppy is so needy tonight," Changbin mumbles into his hair. Seungmin just nods.
The meat in the pan pops loudly. Changbin jumps a little, but Seungmin feels too good to care about something as meaningless as food. Let the whole apartment burn down, as long as Changbin doesn't stop holding him.
Sadly, food is not meaningless for Changbin. He pulls away from Seungmin, shakes him a little. Why is he so sleepy all of a sudden.
Changbin raises a hand to scratch at his temple. His eyes open slowly at the touch.
"Baby," Changbin says, still so soft. "Can you pour water over the ramen and I'll finish the meat? Then I'll go shower. Super quick, I promise."
Seungmin scowls but nods. He knows Changbin will feel much more settled in for the night after he showers. Maybe he can convince him to stay and cuddle.
"Yongbok will be back tomorrow, right? I know how lonely my puppy gets. How about I stay over and we can cuddle?"
Great success. Kim Seungmin wins yet again.