single father | minchan

7

weeks had gone by and chan finally had a day off work. he had taken the day off to spend with his kids, standing in front of the school to pick them up.

he went into the classroom and saw that minho wasn't there, just his kids. they had pouty faces and jeongin had visible tear tracks.

"jinnie? innie? what's the matter? where's minho?"

jeongin sniffed, opening his arms to be picked up. chan did as he requested, and sat next to hyunjin in the chair.

"minnie was upset. he- he started crying and had to leave class, then a different t-teacher taught us but she was m-mean, daddy."

chan sighed, standing up. "okay. let's get you home and i can try to call minnie, hm?"

"now! call him now! i need to know if he's okay!"

hyunjin pleaded as he gave chan his phone that he took out of chan's back pocket. chan unlocked his phone, clicking on minho's contact and bringing the phone up to his ear.

"hello?"

"minho? hey, i'm at the school and saw my kids alone. everything okay?"

he heard a gasp and a sudden beginning of a sob. "i-i'm sorry. i left them- and-"

"no, minho. it's okay, yeah? don't worry. do you need anything? you're welcome to come over, the boys are asking if you're okay."

minho sighed, clutching his pillow closer to his chest. "i- i can't burden you, chan. you have kids to worry about."

"no, i can drop them off with a friend and we can just chill. you aren't burdening me, don't think like that."

minho's lip wobbled and he couldn't keep his cris quiet anymore. he whispered an 'okay,' hearing the line go dead and knew that chan would be with him soon.

his phone screen lit up with a text and saw 'address? i'm bringing ice cream to cry. is strawberry good?'

minho sent back a thumbs up and his address, letting chan know there's a spare key under the pot then he was plugging his phone in the charger.

he must have dozed off because when he woke up, an arm was slung around his waist and his face was buried in a neck.

he smiled to himself, inhaling deeply. fingers played with his hair gently and a whisper was heard.

"good nap?"

minho nodded, nosing at chan's neck. "do you want to talk about what happened today?"

the younger sighed, shaking his head. "just anxiety. rather not remember." chan hummed, one hand rubbing minho's back and the other in his purple hair.

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the two were sat on the couch, blankets wrapped tightly around them as they sat next to each other.

chan lost interest in the movie long ago, now just unsubtly staring at minho with fond eyes. "do you want to play a game?"

minho glanced at chan, who had seemed way closer than before. "uh, sure?" the older smiled, running his finger along minho's thigh.

"did you go to parties in high-school? this was played a lot."

minho gulped, eyeing the finger. "um, no. i never went to them." chan hummed, disappointed.

"it's called 'are you nervous?' and it's rather fun."

minho furrowed his eyebrows, gasping as chan gripped his thigh with his whole hand. some of his thigh not being able to be held due to the thickness.

fuck how bad minho wanted to just be manhandled by chan.

chan pulled him closer with the grip on his thigh, resting minho's leg across his lap, caressing it. "you nervous?"

oh. that's how you play.

well played, chan.

minho inhaled slowly, resting his head back against the couch so his neck was exposed.

the hand that was previously gripping onto his leg, was now resting on his bare waist under his sweater.

chan moved his other hand, resting it with the other on minho's bare waist. minho shivered under the warm touch, finally making eye contact.

chan's gaze was heavy and lustful. his hands seemed to have known exactly what minho's body wanted as he was thrown backwards on the couch.

chan hovered over him, cocking his head to the side with a small smile. "are you nervous?" minho's heart raced, whether it be anxiety or desire, he had no idea.

minho grasped chan's collar, pulling him down till their noses touched. he chuckled at the gasp he heard from the older, barely brushing their lips.

"are you?"