ChanMin Shorts||ChanxSeungmin

~chanminiverse~[4]

~Chapter 4~ 

"Hyung," Felix softly called on the other side.

"Hm, yeah," he responded, slowly opening the door to him.

"Um...Seungmin, he's asking for you," he smally said to him, barely able to look him in the eye. Chan squinted as he quickly caught this; something was bothering him.

"Lix, what's wrong," he asked as he gently cupped his cheek and lifted his head to him. Chan frowned once he saw his pout.

"H-Hyung, he's... he's hurting badly," he choked out, small tears falling down his cheek. Chan gently shh him as he brushed away his tears with his thumb. Felix shut his eyes to the embrace as Chan leaned down and kissed his forehead again.

"Let me check on him," he said, walking over to his room. He hesitated for a quick second before he slowly opened the door. He laughed, watching him leaning over his bed, curiously looking at all the things he had on his shelf.

"Where is your shirt?" Chan giggled, crossing his arms as he watched him. Seungmin shook, not noticing him coming in, and quickly took his hands off his stuff.

"Hyung," he cutely squealed as he jumped out of bed and threw himself into Chan's arms.

"Hi, my beautiful boy. Are you feeling better?" He smiled as he repeatedly kissed the top of his head, laughing at how tightly Seungmin held on to him.

"Yeah, I swear Felix is a magician," he laughed as he pulled his head from his chest, smiling up at him. Chan smiled back up at him, trying to be as genuine as he could fake. Because inside he was hurting, Seungmin was feeling better, but he knew it wouldn't last long before he felt like shit again. "God, I wish I felt this good during practice. I hate letting down the guys," he sighed as he pulled out of his arms and laid back down on the bed.

"Hey, you're not letting anyone down; it's not your fault," Chan said as he walked over to him and sat beside him on the bed. "No one thinks that."

"I do," Seungmin mumbled to himself. Much like Chan, he placed all the blame on himself. But hyung, I'm really feeling fine now," he smiled brightly as he moved into his lap, wrapping his arms tightly around his waist, letting his hands slide under his shirt, softly pinching his skin as he softly leaned in and kissed his lower stomach.

"Mm, I'm glad," Chan softly moaned as he pulled the younger up against his chest. I think you should get some rest," he said, laughing at his sudden pout.

"I don't wanna rest," he playfully scoffed as he fully climbed into his lap, now wrapping his legs around his waist as he leaned in and kissed his neck.

"We shouldn't," Chan stressed, slowly losing control as Seungmin swayed his hips in his lap. "We should," Seungmin cheekily counteracted, his lips still not leaving his neck as his hands desperately pulled his shirt up.

He playfully tugged at his lips as Chan pulled away. His eyes glued to his chest, and he watched Chan pull off his shirt himself. He threw it off on the floor, smirking when he returned his attention to Seungmin. He knew this wasn't a good idea, at least not at this moment, but he never could think straight around him.

Seungmin giggled as Chan grabbed his face and aggressively pulled their lips together, desperately taking his lips as his own as he deeply kissed him. Seungmin reached his hands for his neck as he leaned in just as roughly. Both were fighting each other for dominance. Chan smiled, feeling his tight grip on his neck. He was always too strong for his own good.

Chan ultimately gave him control; he almost always did. Moving his hands down his sides before resting them on his waist, pulling him closer. Rubbing his hands softly against his lower stomach as they continued to kiss passionately. Seungmin winced at the slight pressure of Chan's hands against his stomach. Accidentally biting down on his lip as he pulled away.

"Fuck, I'm sorry," Seungmin quickly apologized, raising his hand to his lip. "I didn't mean to," he embarrassedly said, rubbing his finger against the small cut.

"I'm okay," Chan softly said, grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand away. He was more worried about his stomach. "What's wrong with your stomach??" He concernedly asked as he gently rubbed his fingers on his skin.

"N-Nothing," Seungmin winced again at the touch, despite how gentle Chan was.

"Seungmin,"

"Hyung, please.." he whined as he cupped his cheeks. I'm fine, please," he softly smiled as he leaned back in to kiss him.

"Seungmin..s-stop," Chan said, turning his head away from him. His hands palmed his shoulders as he gently pushed him back. "Please..I-I don't want to," he reluctantly stuttered out.

"Huh??"

"I just..you're in pain right now," he tried to explain.

"I told you I'm fine," Seungmin annoyingly told him.

"I'm not convinced."

"Really." Chan firmly nodded his head at him. "Fuck you then," Seungmin huffed as he moved out of his lap and climbed out of the bed.

"What! FUCK ME!!" Chan yelled at the younger, watching him open the door and leave his room, ignoring him.

"Hyung," Minho softly called, running to his room. What just happened? " he confusedly asked the older.

"Fuck.. nothing," Chan replied, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. Can you please close my door??" He asked.

"But hyung.."

"Minho, please," he sighed. Minho sucked his teeth as he left it alone, closing his door. ~~