Odd and Varied

Maniac 1

It wasn't right. Minho was HIS. He'd staked a claim on the man almost as soon as he met him. He'd practically written 'Property of Bang Chan' all over that smooth skin in every way except verbally. They were all pretty young, he could understand a few mistakes. But it was getting out of hand.

Hyunjin usually complimented Minho a little too much. Took photos of him too. Chan could understand once or twice, but after he'd expressed his displeasure, the nonsense should stop. It didn't.

Then there was Seungmin and Minho's love-hate relationship they'd started up for the fans. Divorced couple plot twist. It made Chan's skin crawl. There would be no one else for Minho except him. There wasn't room for another.

Felix kept it light enough, though he was always so touchy. And Chan knew it wasn't to get under his skin, but just the sight of the freckled boy's hands on that velvet paleness looked inappropriate somehow- made him angry.

Changbin could keep his hands to himself a lot of the time. It was his damn words that pulled Minho's attention away from where it should be. Always calling out to him, trying to play, or be cute, or ask questions.

Jeongin pulled his attention completely by accident, so he didn't blame him. Much.

Jisung was the absolute worst. He didn't take any hints and continuously grabbed at the short dancer, touching his body even though he shouldn't. He took up far too much of Minho's time and Chan was sick of it.

The Saturday was a quiet one. Most of the boys were out, but Jisung and Minho were on the couch wrapped around each other. Jisung had one of his legs in between the dancer's thick thighs. They didn't even look up when Chan walked in.

"Hey Sung?"

"Mmm?" his round eyes stayed glued to his phone.

"Did you clean up your room like I told you to on Thursday?" it was hard to keep that razor edge out of his voice.

"Ah c'mon hyung it's the weekend. Can't I do it on Monday?"

Minho was too sweet, grinning at the whining lilt of the younger's voice and ruffling pinkened fingers through his hair.

A mad rage filled Chan's whole chest. He took a deep breath before speaking but a little of that anger still seeped in. "We're all booked up for Monday. Remember? That means it'll be prolonged until NEXT weekend which simply won't do."

The two men eyed him in that way they sometimes did. Like he'd grown a horn or said the whole thing in English.

"NOW HAN."

That got the slim boy jumping up and scurrying off. The grin on Minho's cat-like face melted everything else away and he collapsed on top of him, only slightly annoyed at the warmth Jisung's body had left behind.

The dancer scraped his nails through the thick mass of curls on his head. It broke his whole body out in goose-flesh.

"You are such a scary dad Channie."

Hearing that silken voice call him dad had him growing hard in his pants. He slid down a little between his legs, so he was pressed into the couch cushions instead of Minho's warm body.

"You feeling okay?"

"Yeah. Missed you. I missed everyone." He added at the end so the handsome man wouldn't become suspicious.

"We miss you too. You don't need to spend every extra second in the studio you know. You can take some time off too. Be with us."

Chan lifted his head so their eyes could meet. God, Minho was beautiful. His pretty lips, the cut of his jaw, even the way his eyebrows screwed together was lovely.