Minho had long come to terms with his title as "butt hunter." Fans seemed to love pointing out all the times he cheekily (pun intended) smacked, poked, or commented on the members' butts during interviews, lives, or variety shows.
It was all in good fun, though. Minho played it up because it made everyone laugh, and if there was one thing he loved, it was seeing his members and Stay happy. What no one knew, however, was that behind the cameras, he was actually the hunted one.
Felix, with his sweet freckles and sunshine smile, was a full-on menace.
It started innocently enough—or so Felix claimed.
One evening, Minho was reaching up to grab a snack from the top shelf. He was mid-stretch when Felix waltzed in, eyes zeroing in on his hyung's very noticeable backside.
Before Minho could react, smack!
Minho yelped, spinning around to glare at Felix. "Yah! What the hell?"
Felix grinned, completely unapologetic. "Just appreciating the view, hyung."
"Appreciate it from a distance!" Minho whined, his face flushed.
Felix just laughed, walking away with an extra bounce in his step.
Things escalated from there.
Felix had gotten bolder, and Minho? Well, he wasn't the best at defending himself. He'd freeze, blush, and stammer every time Felix pulled one of his stunts, and Felix knew it.
One night, the members were sprawled out in the living room, half-asleep after a long day of practice. Minho had his back to the group, bent over as he tried to plug in his phone charger.
Felix, sitting nearby, saw his chance.
He got up quietly, sauntered over, and before anyone could stop him, he leaned down and pressed a quick, featherlight kiss to Minho's butt.
"WHAT THE—" Minho screeched, jumping up so fast he nearly knocked over the coffee table. He turned to Felix, his face an explosion of red. "Did you just—did you kiss my—?!"
Felix shrugged, his face the picture of innocence. "What? It looked soft."
"YOU CAN'T JUST DO THAT!" Minho whined, stomping his foot like a flustered cartoon character.
The other members burst out laughing, Jisung almost falling off the couch. "Felix, you're insane!"
Felix just grinned, completely unbothered.
But Felix wasn't done. Oh no.
Later that night, Minho was in the kitchen, still fuming about the earlier incident. He was muttering to himself as he wiped down the counter, trying to shake off the embarrassment.
Felix strolled in casually, humming under his breath. Minho stiffened, immediately on guard.
"What do you want?" Minho snapped, pointing the dishcloth at him.
"Just came to say goodnight, hyung," Felix said sweetly. But as he got closer, his playful grin gave him away.
"Don't even think about it!" Minho warned, backing up against the counter.
Felix ignored him, stepping into his space. Before Minho could escape, Felix leaned in and captured his lips in a quick, soft kiss.
Minho froze, his mind short-circuiting.
Felix pulled back just enough to smirk at him. "Sweet dreams, hyung."
And with that, he turned and walked out, leaving Minho a blushing, whining mess in the kitchen.
just another short one
