ChanMin Shorts||ChanxSeungmin

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Description: Chan has to leave for a Fendi show in Milan. The two find it really hard to leave each other for the short trip. Oh, but doesn't absence make the heart grow fonder? 18+

Authors Note: AHHHH I actually hate every single thing about this storyyy, but I spent 2 months writing it..so I have to publish it, sigh. I experimented again so bare with me.. This story is like all dialogue fyi, so if you're not into that kind of story you might not like this..it'll make sense I promise. Okay I'm done talking, Enjoy!! <3

Song Recommendation!!! Connected (BANG CHAN) by Straykids

Word Count: 8.4k ~ Eight Chapters ~

MATURE THEMES- MINORS AVOID!!!

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It's been about two hours since Chan started packing for his Milan trip. And since Seungmin came into his room and started distracting him. "Seungmin, you can't keep doing this," he sighed as he turned back to him. He was sitting on his bed beside his suitcase with the same pair of jeans resting in his lap that he had already pulled out for the fiftieth time.

"I can do this all night," Seungmin smiled, looking up at him as he patted down the jeans in his lap.

"Yeah, and I can't," Chan giggled, playfully snatching them and putting them back into the luggage. "No," he laughed, quickly grabbing his arm to stop him from pulling them back out.  "Seungmin, I'm only leaving for the weekend. Three days, that's all," he said as he held onto his wrists tightly.

"I know."

"Okay, then, can you let me pack, please??" he softly pleaded, moving his hands to his neck and gently brushing soft circles against his skin with his thumb. Seungmin cutely smiled, letting his eyes slowly close to the feeling of his soft caresses.

"Yeah, no," he said, re-opening his eyes and reaching back over to grab more clothes.

"Fine, I'll pack in the morning," Chan sighed again as he closed it and placed it on the floor, sitting down in its place. "Tell me what's wrong," he softly said, pulling him into his lap.

"I don't want you to leave," Seungmin quietly whined as he took off his beanie and ran his fingers through his hair.

"It's three days," he restated with a laugh, gently hugging his arms around his waist.

"Can't I just go with you? I'll just stay in the hotel," he suggested, laying his head on his shoulder, still feeding his fingers through the back of his head.

"Do you really think they'll let you come with me??" He genuinely asked him. "Plus, I'm pretty sure our manager will think something's up," he sadly added. He would want nothing more than to have Seungmin come with him. But realistically, he knew they wouldn't let that happen.

"I don't care," Seungmin sucked his teeth as he pulled back from him, climbing out of his lap and lying down beside him.

Chan followed his movements, letting out a small chuckle as he watched him faceplant into his pillow. Chan often found Seungmin to be a brat. It was usually just a game for him, trying to see how far he could push him. Some part of him always thought he just liked the idea of being put in his place by the older.

"Love, are you pouting," Chan softly asked before moving over to him. Leaning down to kiss his lower back as he hovered over the back of his legs.

"No," Seungmin mumbled as he buried his face in his pillow.