ChanMin Shorts||ChanxSeungmin

~perfect night~[Extra]

~Extra Chapter~

*Changlix*

The first thing Changbin did was unpack the basket. They ate a lot, but Seungmin was right. There was still much left.

"Are you eating their food??" Felix snickered behind him.

"Seungmin said I could have what's left," Changbin argued. As he continued pulling plates out.

"Okay. Did they eat all the brownies??"

"I think so. I didn't get any," Changbin sadly said. Again, they really all enjoyed his brownies so much.

"You really think I wouldn't have made some for you?" Felix said, grabbing the plate of brownies beside him that he had made just for Changbin. He smiled brightly when he turned around to him, jumping excitedly as he did his little happy dance. He was practically drooling, already able to taste how good they were. Felix laughed, pushing the plate towards him, which he immediately took in his own.

"Thank you," he said, putting the plate on the counter, grabbing Felix's waist, and pulling him in. Softly kissing him, pushing his hair out his face when he pulled away. And placing a quick kiss on his forehead. "Am I taking you home??" he asked him softly.

"No," he shook his head. "I missed you," he said, tightly wrapping his arms around him, hugging him tightly, and putting his head against his chest.

"I missed you too," Changbin said, kissing the top of his head. "We can watch a movie,' he excitedly offered, pulling his head away from his chest. Felix softly smiled as he let go of Changbin. They both grabbed a few of the leftover dishes and the plates of brownies and went to Changbin's room since Hyunjin was sleeping in the living room.

*Minsung*

"Thank you for saving me," Han said to Minho as he sat on his bed. "Changbin Hyung kept pestering me about my need to go to the gym with him," he sighed deeply as he lay down. Minho laughed as he started to change into something different.

"You know it's really cute what Chan Hyung did for Seungmin," he started to say, quickly switching topics. "Don't you think??" he asked.

"Mhm," Minho plainly said.

"Like there's not much better than that, right??" he continued to say passively.

"Mhm," Minho plainly repeated.

"I wish someone would do that for me, you know," he said louder, hoping it would click for him.

"You want me to set up a picnic on the beach for you??" Minho asked, his tone almost sounding like he couldn't believe he would ask him that.

"No," Han said angrily, offended by his tone, looking down at his hands.

"But I could give you something better," Minho smirked at him. Regaining his attention as he looked up to him. Minho stood shirtless at the end of the bed with his palm up, a black silk blindfold hanging over two fingers. His smirk grew brighter as he noticed Hans's eagerness return. His compose dangerously switched as Han sat up on his knees and removed his shirt. His soft expression practically begged for him.

"Good boy," Minho said as he walked over to him. 

Authors Note: I did continue this Minsung ending into a story called 'Reversed Roles', I'll let you draw you're own conclusions on what the title could possibly mean... It will be published, I'm just not sure when. Just letting you know it exist, my attempt at teasing.