Life goes on- minchan

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TW WILL BE SAID SOMEWHERE DURING THIS CHAPTER!!

Minho's POV

Comfortable was the only word he could describe where he is right now.

He had never felt like this in a very long time.

It was almost as if he was at a different house, room, and even bed.

Well, let's just say he is correct.

Chan's POV

He's asleep, with an oversized hoodie on, but what he's more surprised was the quietness in the van.

Their team made history: they are quiet for the first time in their lives together.

"So," Hyunjin suddenly began, "do you know the address?"

Fucking hell.

He sighed, "Nope."

Ok, Hyunjin isn't getting away from this because chaos in the van just started.

But hey, it feels like home, at least.

"Come on, old man, you forgot the most important thing." Yeah, thanks, Seungmin, as if that's going to solve anything.

"It's fine, we'll just take him to our house. It's not like it is going to hurt anyway." Chan argued back,

"By the way, can you all shut the fuck up?"

The car once again became silent.

Changbin, who was driving the vehicle, took everyone home.

He hopped off the vehicle and picked up the now deep sleeping boy off his seat. Walking towards their humongous house and getting Felix to open the door.

But this was going to be awkward.

It was either take this Minho person to the guest room or someone else's room. The guest room is a bit too far away, so Chan just brought him to his room since it's just a minute or two walk.

So that's what he did.

After saying goodnight to everyone, he walked to his cosy room, where the noise could stay outside, sort of.

He kicked the door open and placed Minho under the covers. He looked majestic... WAIT WHAT?!

The one and only Chan thinks that the stranger he had just met today at a cafe looks majestic? Ok that's going to be stuck with him for a long time.

Now here's the thing, where does HE sleep?

Well, to prevent any problems in the morning, he just turned his couch into a bed and BAM, problem solved.

Alright enough with that, get some rest with a stranger you met today in your bed.

Minho's POV

He finally opened his eyes.

The room wasn't familiar, so he shot up awake. He's not at home-- he's in deep shit. But the hoodie on him, it's so warm and fluffy - this was his dream, peace and quiet.

The door opened.

Chan came in. Minho flinched at the sudden intrusion.

"You're awake." Chan started, slowly walking towards the small boy. Minho grew nervous and started to crawl backwards, but the headboard of the bed stopped him. "No need to be scared. Everything is fine, little one."

Is it?

All he could do was stare at the older one.

"Remember me from last night? I'm Chan."