ChanMin Shorts||ChanxSeungmin

~satisfy him~[1]

Description: Seungmin had fallen sick because of the recent activities he and Chan had done, which he used as the perfect excuse to get Chan alone again. 18+

Background: This story occurs after 'His Dandy Boy' happened.

Word Count: 5.5k ~ Six Chapter~

MATURE THEMES- MINORS AVOID!!!
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"Where did this sickness come from??" a worried Jeongin asks as he places the warm cloth on his forehead.

"I don't know," Seungmin said as he laid in bed while Jeongin tended to him. He hadn't been feeling well, and all his members worried about him. "Jeongin, I'm really fine. I just need to rest," he flashed a warm smile as he took the washcloth in his own hands.

"Okay, but if you need anything, we're all right out here for you," Jeongin said hesitantly as he stood from the bed, not wanting to leave him alone.

"I know, thank you." He continued to smile at him as he watched him head for the door. "Oh Jeongin, can you ask Chan Hyung to come here??" Jeongin nodded his head, giving him one last worried-full look before leaving the room.

It wasn't long after Seungmin had waited before he heard the door reopen, Chan slowly coming in. He sat up, took the chilled cloth off his forehead, and sat it on his side table. Chan headed towards him, gently sitting on the edge of the bed with his head lowered. His mood was down because of the boy's condition.

They all worried, but Chan especially. Seungmin was sick, and it was his fault. He was hurting, and he was the reason why. His heart ached, such an intense pain in his chest for him. He wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know how or what to say. So he just sat there in silence, suffering for him. 

"I'm sorry," Chan whispered lowly, remaining the same way. Seungmin noticed his saddened demeanor. He loved how much he cared for him, but now he felt so guilty.

"Hyung, I'm okay," he said as he moved over to Chan, grabbing his arm and desperately trying to catch his eyes.

"But you're sick, b-because of me...b-because of what we did." Chan softly said as he looked over to him, fighting to look him in the eye, afraid to see him in pain.

"Look at me. I'm fine. Look at me," Seungmin pleaded. "I just wanted to see you alone," he said, hopping out of bed and walking towards the door to lock it.

"Seungmin, what the fuck," he annoyingly said, snapping his head at him, suddenly turning his sadness into anger. Seungmin froze at the sudden hostility in his voice. "Im sorry," he quickly apologized. "I just, I thought I hurt you."

"Oh, you definitely did," he started to say jokingly as he walked back to the bed. He laughed at the unamusing look on Chan's face, who was nowhere near in a laughing mood. "But it was fun, I had fun," he assured him. "I just wanted to be with you. Why am I the bad guy??" he rolled his eyes, sitting back on the bed.

"You worried me," Chan sadly said as he followed his movement.

"I'm really sorry," Seungmin said, reverting to his spot under the covers. 

"You should be," Chan pouted.

"You're too old to be pouting like a baby," Seungmin teased him, kicking his foot against his thigh. 

'YA!!'

"I'm kidding. Just come here and hold me. I'm still hurting. You're so insensitive," Seungmin whined at him, which got Chan to smile. Of course, he wanted to hold him. He couldn't resist his puppy, his dandy boy. But he couldn't shake the thought of him being in pain, and because of him. He loved him too much to see him hurt. "Hyung," he impatiently whined. 

"Okay, okay." Chan smiled as he moved over from the edge to him, wrapping his arms completely around him as he moved under him. Seungmin rests his head on his chest, holding his cheek with his hand. The two often found time just to lay in each other's arms. They loved being together, just the two of them.

"Is it bad??" Chan said as he kissed the top of his head. Letting his hands rub circles on his back.

"Hmm??"

"The pain, it's not bad, right??" Chan continued to question, unable to stop his mind from worrying.

"I'm okay. I swear, it's not terrible." Seungmin smiled at him and softly kissed his chest before hugging him tighter.

"Where's it hurtin'??" Seungmin looked up at Chan, confused. They both knew where. "Here," he said as he pointed at his forehead and proceeded to kiss him softly. "Or here," he said, pointing at his cheek. "Here," he said, pointing at his nose. He continued, pushing him down as he climbed on top of him, kissing his chin and neck. Seungmin giggled with every peck Chan gave him. He could be so cringy sometimes, but it was the cutest thing.

"It still hurts, Hyung. Right here," he said as he pointed to his lips, feeding into the corniness. Softly looking into his eyes. Smiling as Chan started to lean closer to him, hovering over his face before softly connecting their lips. Cupping his cheek as he continued brushing his tongue against his lips. Seungmin softly moaned as Chan's tongue entered his mouth, gripping the bottom of his shirt as he shut his legs against his hip.

Seungmin slowly pulled up Chan's shirt, biting his bottom lip as he helped him fully remove it. Chan didn't fight him. He loved letting him have the control. And he definitely did as he roughly returned his lips, desperately pulling at them with his, passionately. Despite being in pain from before, he couldn't help but want more—more of Chan.