𝑾𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑵𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 ❣︎ MinSung

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- not proofread.

"Minho hurry up!"

"Shut up!"

Minho threw a plushie at Chan's face, pouting angrily. The elder sighed, picking the small white thing up and putting it on top of his own head.

"Please? Casper wants you to hurry," he pointed at the cute cat plushie. "He wants to go."

"Casper never said that! I- wait did he?"

"Yes, he did. Now hurry, we wont have enough time to settle in if you don't move faster."

At those words, Minho quickly shoved a bunch of random outfits and necessities in his suitcase, sitting on top of it. He squished it all down before zipping it up, scooting the object to Chan.

"Can you carry it? My arms are too noodly!" Chan looked at Minho's clearly muscular arms, then back at Minho. He quirked a brow, earning a pout fron the younger.

Chan sighed and looked away, "fine."

Minho smiled brightly as the eldest gave him back his plushie and began carrying the suitcase to the car with the cat boy following closely behind.

Chan put the object in the trunk of the car Jeongin, Jisung, Minho, and himself were all taking and shut it with a tired sigh.

"Why did you make him carry your stuff?"

Minho looked at Jisung, humming cutely and pointing at his left arm.

"Noodle."

Jeongin facepalmed and Jisung sighed in disappointment.

"Okay! Noodle Arms, you and Jisung are in the backseat. Dont fuck on the leather or you're cleaning it up."

The couple didnt say anything, only glancing at each other as if coming up with a plan in their minds.

Until Minho scoffed and faced Chan, that is.

"Did you just call me noodle arms?! My arms are not noodles!" Everyone blinked at him, some letting out disappointed sighs of their own now.

"Jisung, please get your boyfriend."

The younger nodded obediently and faced Minho, grabbing him by his shoulders and turning him to face Jisung himself.

"Minnie," the boy hummed. "I mean this in the nicest way possible when i say this - but what the fuck bro."

"Did you just bro zone me-"

Minho squealed in surprise when Jisung dipped down, picking him up by his legs and throwing him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

"Let's go noodles," he muttered as he started walking to the car they were taking.

"Why the fuck do i love you again?"

"Don't know sweetheart, but it sounds like a personal problem."

Minho whined, before realizing where his face was.

"You have no cake!"

Jisung snorted, "i have more cake than you so shush."

It was then silent until they got to the car, Minho doing whatever the fuck he wanted with his boyfriend's ass the whole time.

"Would you stop poking me there?"

"You don't like it?"

"Not right n- OW, what the fuck? Did you just bite me?!"

Minho giggled innocently and before he knew it he was being set in the back of a car with Jisung getting in beside him.

The elder stared at the squirrel boy in awe before poking his cheek. He couldnt help it.