❛ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞. 𝗌𝗄𝗓 𝖺𝖽𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝖻𝖾𝗋

❛ :: 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗅𝗂𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗉𝗅𝖾

━━━━ an abundance of moments between charlie and minho acting like an old married couple.

᠉ THE FORGOTTEN WALLET 
— shopping trip.

Charlie's stress levels were through the roof, and the entirety of his body filled with pure regret for inviting Minho and Hyunjin along with him to collect some ingredients for tonight's group meal which he would be cooking.

In and out, just a quick trip. That's all he had planned for, and yet, here he was an hour and a half later trying to resist the urge to smack the living daylights out of his two members with the basket on his arm.

"Can I have these?" Hyunjin inquired, lifting up a bag of M&Ms and directing the question at Charlie. Before he could answer, a familiar voice filled the air, its honeyed tones ripe with mischief.

"Of course you can, Hyunjin. In fact, go look for more snacks. Hyung won't mind."

"By Hyung, I hope you mean you," Charlie hissed, taking the bag from Hyunjin's hand and tossing it into the basket.

"Me? I don't have my wallet on me. Forgot it."

Hyunjin was already heading towards the drinks aisle, anticipating an impending argument.

"I watched you pick it up and then put it back down, Minho."

"Have you got any proof to back up your statement?" Minho asked, taking the basket from Charlie noticing that it was starting to hurt his arm.

"Yeah. My eyes, you dimwit."

Minho hummed. "Sorry but it's your word against mine, and in a court of law—"

"Don't bring the law into this."

"I can and I will."

"Hyunjin, tell him—" Charlie halted his sentence, peering around aisle which was empty aside from him and Minho. "Where's Hyunjin?"

Minho shrugged. "Probably running away from you and your accusations."

"Hyunjin would never run away from me."

Minho gestured to the empty aisle, Hyunjin nowhere in sight. Charlie scoffed, disliking how easy it was for Minho to prove him wrong.

"He probably ran away knowing you were about to start an argument, as usual. No wonder he never wants to be around us," Charlie fired back, pulling out his phone to call Hyunjin.

"Hyung, can I get these?" A familiar voice drifted from the other side of the aisle, prompting the two boys to turn and see Hyunjin making his way towards them. His hand held a six pack of Cola's, the bottles clinking lightly as he walked.

Minho raised an eyebrow towards Charlie, his lips quirking up into a familiar smirk.

"Fine. But that's all you're having. Now can we please leave before I put Minho in one of the freezers where he belongs?"

Charlie didn't pause for a response, instead quickly heading towards the checkout and trying to block out the laughter echoing behind him.

"I'd like to see him try."

᠉ DANCING DISAGREEMENTS
     — charlie's overworking.

It had been a long day, and Charlie was exhausted.

Hours had ticked by since the boys left to go home, but he remained in the dance studio, body drenched in sweat and heart rate through the roof. He couldn't for the life of him get the choreography down correctly. Usually, he was quick learner and that was the issue—his pride had been dampened due to how long this one was taking him to perfect.