(Contains: Chan spanking Minho)
"Okay. Here's what happened."
Chan began as both he and Hyunjin got comfy.
"It was around 11:30. Minho was supposed to be home already, but he wasn't THAT late. I figured maybe something had happened, so I wasn't going to be mad when he came home.
But, when he got home, something was off.
He had said he was going to play video games with a friend who lived a couple blocks away, but that just didn't seem right."
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○Memory of November 2013○
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"Hey. You're late."
"I know. I lost track of time, and then I ran back when I looked at my phone."
"Hmm. I called you 20 minutes ago. Why didn't you answer?"
"Well, I was running home."
"It took you 20 minutes to run 2 blocks?"
Then Minho froze. "Wellll, maybe it was before I left. I dunno. So, what then? Are you mad at me?"
"I won't be mad at you if you tell me where you actually were."
"That's where I was!"
Chan shook his head, his worst fear creeping into his mind. "Your hair is a mess. You smell weird. Your clothes were fine when you left, but now they look worn out."
"Well yeah, cuz I just ran 3 blocks!"
"I thought it was 2 blocks?"
"Whatever! I'm tired, I'm going to sleep now."
"Minho... We've talked before about this. You saw what happened when your friend accidentally got a girl pregnant. You know I don't want you to be out at night, fooling around with girls at 17!"
"Seriously?! You just assumed THAT!!??"
"Then tell me where you were, because ALL THE SIGNS are telling me that that's what you did."
"WELL I DIDN'T!"
"Show me your text messages."
Minho's face looked like he just saw a ghost.
"NO. I'm not showing you MY texts."
"YES. You are."
"No I'm not. It's MY phone." Minho snarked defiantly.
"If you don't tell me the truth right now, then you're getting punished for what I think you did."
"I didn't have sex with her!" Minho blurted out.
"Then what did you do with "her"?" Chan asked.
Minho waited for an uncomfortably long time before mumbling;
"Just. . . Made out."
Without any hesitation Chan went over and picked Minho up, throwing him over his shoulder like he weighed nothing, and made his way downstairs to Minho's room.
"HYUNG! Why are we going down here?!"
"So that the others don't wake up."
"WAKE UP FROM WHAT?!" Minho yelled nervously.
"The fight that's about to go down."
He tossed Minho down onto the bed.
"Give. Me. The phone." Chan said impatiently.
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Party of Eight
FanfictionA story of brotherhood. Chan was just 20 years old and about to take on a responsibility that he wasn't sure he could handle. Born to a drug addicted mother, and never having known his father, he grew up taking care of himself. When his mom had mor...
