𝙱𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙾𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

𝙴𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑

TW: none 

Minho is fed up.  

It has become a habit of the dancer to sit at the 3RACHA dorm until Chan arrives. Of course, some nights, this means he sleeps there, propped up on the couch until Jisung shuffles his way into the living room, blinking the sleep from his eyes, and gently pulls him into his bed, where he sleeps fitfully.  

For weeks now, he's watched as Chan comes home later and later, sometimes barely even able to support his own weight, stumbling in the entry, somehow making it to his room by strength Minho didn't know the leader had.  

It's routine for Chan's dorm mates, business as usual. 

For Minho, it's a toxic pattern that's pissing him off. 

Starting today, he's having none of it. He's sat by and watched Chan try to do too much for long enough. 

However, it's safe to say Chan is less than pleased with the new arrangement Minho has created.

"Look, I appreciate it. Really, I do. But isn't it a bit excessive to accompany me to the studio every night?"

The dancer crosses his arms, leveling his gaze at the leader, both of their exasperation palpable. 

"Absolutely not."

Chan sighs, shaking his head. 

"No, it is."

"Yes, it's not."

"I'm sorry, what?"

Minho chooses to ignore him. 

"Besides, this way I get to learn more about producing. Which is an art that you and Jisung-" he pointedly nods at the other 3RACHA members huddled in the corner, both of them looking rather smug. "still  haven't taught me, even though you said you would- what- how many comebacks ago?"

Chan winces and scowls at the same time, readjusting his hat. 

"I really meant to get around to it, I swear, Minho."

"No, it's fine. I understand. Production increased, and you don't have that much time anymore. But if I learn to create stuff, then it'll be less on your plate."

"And leave more time for meetings with management."

Chan directs his scowl toward Jisung, the rapper flashing back a self-satisfied smirk.

"Maybe if you didn't try your level best to light the dorms on fire every time you cook, I wouldn't have so many meetings with management."

"It was one time."

"You forget the popcorn incident."

"The popcorn incident? What was- oh shit, you're right. I forgot about that. So it was two times. Sue me."

Chan rolls his eyes, stifling a yawn.

"If you don't stop, that's exactly what management might do."

Minho frowns.