sold to 7. || L.MH + SKZ

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a/n: smut, super soft tho

minho was the one who wanted it too dw

oh and slightly over 3000 words heh

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"We're here to take you home, aren't you happy?"

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Minho fell to his knees, tears building up in his eyes. "No- No! Fuck! Just leave me alone, cancel my contract!"

Chan bent down, caressing Minho's back, along with Jisung who glared visibly at the fancy assholes.

"Minho, you have to come back, we can't just cancel—" Felix interrupted, "Okay well sorry, he said he wanted you to, so shut the fuck up and go find some other person to piss off with your goody two shoes lookin' ass." The fancy people were shocked, mouths agape as they stared at the freckled man.

Minho fell into Chan's arms, sobbing as the male picked him up. "Take me home, Chan."

He nodded, holding him by his thighs, as he signaled for the group to get out.

Without anyone being able to say anything, the group of men ran out of the mall, getting into the car and leaving as quick as they could.

"I-I'm sorry for ruining your mall day, Lixie-"

Felix laughed, "Ruining? No, you made it better. I'm happy as hell I got to yell at some bitches today."

Everyone laughed, even Minho; who felt happier than he ever had been.

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The group soon made it to the house once again, Minho holding onto Chan as he sniffled softly, feeling the older male slip off his shoes along with his own.

Jisung looked toward the two, eyeing down Chan's face and the male in his arms. "Chan, you look exhausted from carrying him around all day, do you want someone else to—"

"No!" Minho yelled, arms tightening around Chan's neck as he clung onto the eldest. "I want to stay with Channie, fuck off."

Felix's jaw dropped, along with Changbin's as they realized what the omega had said.

Jisung's eyes narrowed into a glare, before his gaze softened. "Alright, sorry.."

The male went toward the living room, sitting in utter silence as he stared at his phone; still slightly shocked at the words Minho had said to him earlier.

"Now Minho," Chan sighed. "That was rude, go say sorry."

Minho wriggled around to signal to put him down, shivering as he felt his bare feet hit the wooden floor; walking over to Jisung as he sat beside him.

"I'm sorry Sung," he mumbled, laying his head on his shoulder. "I don't know why I said it, I could sleep in your bed to make up for it."

Jisung shook his head, a hand moving up to run his fingers through Minho's hair. "It's okay, don't worry." he replied, "I mean, you can sleep in my bed, I won't force you."