Second in line, first in line of fire

One member, seventeen troubles

So....

I'm alive?

Heh. Sorry 'bout that =D So much about updating regularly, huh?

I do have to say, your comments made my day on multiple occasions. I really have to thank some of you. The idea that I live in someone's head as an "author that dissapears for a millenia and then returns with a new masterpeice" has been a constant source of giggles for me. Thank you,  really.

I hope you enjoy this newest part. I am working (SLOWLY) on part 2, bu realised just yesterday I should probably post this and put all of us out of the misery of waiting. As always, comment what you like or don't, and I genuinelly hope you enjoy this story.

Lots of love,

Moony

"Hyung?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you want a break?"

Minho was looking up at him from where he was watching something on his phone, belly-down on Chan's bed and dressed in one of his oversized hoodies and sweats. He looked awfully like a house cat like that, Chan thought.

"Meow."

"What?"

Chan blinked. Maybe he could use a break. "Nothing." He cleared his throat. "Any special wishes for where to get dinner?"

Younger hummed, stretching and turning over to look at his leader upside-down. Chan resisted the urge to reach out and pet him. He was pretty sure Minho would bite him for it.

"No, I was just wondering if we're going soon."

Chan scoffed. "What, got bored of laying on your tummy, Jagiya?"

And maybe his teasing did get him a pillow thrown at him, but it was worth it just to see the expression on Minho's face at the proclamation.

"Hyung! I'm asking serious questions here! Don't make fun of me."

"I wouldn't dare to" Chan winked at him, when a knock on the door made them both turn towards it. Changbin's hand was still holding the doorframe, as if afraid part of them was going to fall off its hinges. Which, bless his heart and stupidly thick hands, would be less reasonable hadn't the door of his own room suffered that exact unfortunate fate just a couple of days ago.

"Ummm... how are you, hyung?"

Minho shrugged, shaking his head around to fix his hair. It grew longer recently, and was so fluffy Chan's fingers twitched from how much he wanted to tangle his fingers through it. Younger, as if reading his thoughts, sent him a warning glare.

"I'm fine, Binnie. Wanna hug?"

Youngest jumped, chirped happily, plopping on top of Minho with a smile. The dancer squeaked at the pressure, hands twitching and flying towards his butt – until he remembered where he was, and lowered them with a hiss. Changbin, thankfully, seemed to be giggling too hard to have noticed. Minho wiggled around for a bit, and Chan shook his head in amusement. In the end they settled wrapped around each other, one of Minho's legs thrown over younger's, seeming content now that he got his victim in the position he wanted him in. Changbin didn't seem to mind in the slightest. In fact, he looked like he could start purring every second.

Chan giggled.

This was new – Minho usually rarely allowed affection. Leader suspected it was only temporary, and most likely connected with the unfortunate situation his oldest kid has found himself in. But for now, both Chan and other members used any opportunity they could to snuggle up to their second eldest hyung while they still had the chance.