SEQUEL TO HOLD ME
"it's only human."
those are words that stick in the minds of eight boys who have found themselves closer than ever because of a year spent at the same college.
minsung, seungin, changhyunlix... and chan :')
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Jeongin was still in his headspace when Minho got home. But Minho lingered downstairs because, as it happened, Jisung was already home, still in his jeans but out of his shoes and socks, and filling a plastic sippy cup that Minho wouldn't even look at.
Boldly (for him) stepping right up to his side, Minho murmured, only loud enough for Jisung to hear: "Hey, how was work?" Waiting for the answer, he tilted his head, curious and slightly concerned about why he'd returned so early.
Greeting him with his warm smile, Jisung replied, "Good." He pushed the cap onto the cup. "I was only there for about two hours before I really started dragging, though, so I came back. Just grateful that my boss is so understanding."
While Minho stood across from him, searching his brain for an adequately supportive response, perhaps including some small form of contact, the front door swung open again, and Changbin immediately shouldered his way past the two of them, clutching a white paper bag.
"Outta my way, kids, this is important," Changbin announced urgently, heading for the living room— where Jeongin was most likely sitting with Seungmin once again, doing whatever he did all day. (Minho wouldn't know.)
"Hey little man, hyung has something for you~" Changbin crooned, voice sweeter and softer, perhaps, than Minho had ever heard it. Perhaps his eyes only followed Jisung's, which chased after Changbin and landed on Little Jeongin within a millisecond.
Changbin simply held the bag up and shook it slightly, causing it to make an enticing clinking noise, but not revealing its contents; not handing it off. He waited for the boy's eyes to go big and shiny and his mouth slightly ajar with curiosity; waited for his hand to fall from where it currently was, between his teeth, and to creakily reach out and point at it.
Then, Changbin set the bag down on the desk-table, sitting on the floor in front of the couch. "You wanna see what it is?"
Jeongin nodded.
Smoothly, Changbin opened his arms towards him. "Come on, let's open it."
Jeongin, slightly and slowly, leaned his way, attention fully locked on the bag. His puppy— fur already starting to lose its shine— leaned with him, pressed to his chest as always.
It was if you could hear the sound of everyone in the room holding their breaths as Changbin nonchalantly eased him out of Seungmin's arms. Jisung pressed a hand to his mouth to keep quiet, watching expectantly with wide eyes. Minho, however, would have nothing to say, even if he wanted to.
It was a partial success for Changbin. Jeongin was indeed pulled down from Seungmin's lap and transferred to Changbin's without a peep— but before he got there, his shaky hand caught hold of Seungmin's, determined not to let it go. He only glanced back at Seungmin once, locking eyes and hearing Seungmin's quiet 'good job' , before relaxing his stiff posture. Cooing sounds filled the room.
