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60. SVT Dino - Maknae Duties

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Member: lee chan x !idolreader

Genre: fluff / fluff / fluff

Warnings: none

Word Count: 2595

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You wake up to the loud screeching of one of many alarms set in the dorm, and with a groan, pull your pillow over your ears and attempt to block out the incessant ringing.

Like a relay, all the other alarms go off, forcing the rest of your group to awaken and shut them off.

You fake sleep for another five minutes before you feel a barrage of pillows thrown at you, and the sleepy voice of your leader coaxing you to wake up.

"(F/N)-ah, breakfast," she says, poking your cheek.

Eventually, she pulls the covers off of you and exposes you to the cold morning air, courtesy of the cracked-open window by your bed.

She smiles and pats your head, then leaves the room, giving you privacy to change. The others are already arguing over the food portions outside, but knowing her, she'd save you a plateful.

You make do with the comfiest clothes you have, as there's no necessity to look decent when the lot of you were going to laze around the dorm for the majority of the morning, and then squeeze in a night full of practice.

You enter the warzone you call the kitchen, and find a plate set aside for you, protected by your beaming leader.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You mumble, taking a bite of the food.

"Mm, nothing?" She hums, glancing behind you before smiling.

You turn and are faced with two bags full of empty takeout boxes and bottles of energy drinks, then turn back to her.

"Love you," she says, getting up to place her dish in the sink. "I've got the dishes, so you can take those out."

"Okay, unnie," you mumble through a mouthful of food.

The other members have finished already, so the dishes have multiplied by 4x, so in a way, you're thankful she's doing them.

That is, until you realize that the elevator is 'under maintenance' and she purposely let you take out the trash because she didn't want to haul the bags down four flights of stairs.

You inhale deeply and sigh, preparing yourself for the strenuous task.

Suddenly, the door at the bottom of the first flight of stairs unlocks, and out steps a male adorned in a hat and face mask, a small bag of takeout trash in his hand.

He notices your presence at the top of the stairs, and yawns before asking, "Need a hand?"

You open your mouth to answer, but before you formulate the proper words, he makes his way up the stairs and takes hold of the heavier of the two bags.

"...Thanks," you quietly murmur, and the two of you descend the stairs, side-by-side.

"No problem," he chuckles, "Honestly, taking out the trash as a group would be a lot faster than making the youngest do it on their own."

You raise an eyebrow. "How'd you know I'm the youngest?"

He pauses on a step, the tips of his ears reddening as he collects his thoughts. "Uh - well - I - no, we - SEVENTEEN - read your group's profile, since we're part of the same company and everything..."