You giggle at your nervous boyfriend who was hesitantly unlocking the door to their dorm. "It's fine, Chan. I've hung out with your members a few times; I think I can handle them in your dorm."
He sighs, pouting. "This is different. You get to see them in their natural environment." You laugh as he reluctantly opens the door and immediately, you realized what Chan had meant.
It's loud. Someone was screeching about all-kill (probably league), with the sound of a guitar in the background and (sniff) was that a burning smell? You scan the living room, which was in a mess, with clothes and books everywhere. Mingyu and Wonwoo are sitting in front of a game console, yelling at each other while Seungcheol watches them lazily from the couch. Amazing.
"Guys, why don't you ever clean up?" Chan whines, embarrassed at the state his members and dorm was in.
"Channie, you're home!" Seokmin waltzes out the kitchen, full-on grin as he approaches the two of you. He pinches Chan's cheeks before glancing over to you. "Hey, (y/n). It's about time you came to our dorm."
You smile shyly, for this was a room full of boys, as Seokmin waves for you to walk in. Jihoon calls for Chan, so he tells you to wait for him in the living room. You stagger over to the couch where the three were playing video games, trying to act as nonchalant as possible.
"Ah, you came?" The leader greets, moving over for you to sit down. "I'm watching Wonwoo and Mingyu play this game horribly."
You giggle. "What game?"
"Starcraft II," Mingyu answers, grinning back at you. "I like your outfit, (y/n). Your outfits are always nice. Then again, you look good in anything, really."
"(y/n) is pretty cute, huh?" Seungcheol chuckles, ruffling your hair.
"Chan's a lucky one," Wonwoo chimes, making you turn red, laughing nervously. Before you can even reply in modesty, Seunggwan enters the room, holding a tray of shady looking cookies.
"(y/n), I heard you were coming so I made the biggest one for you," he announces, setting the tray down and holding up a big burnt heart shaped cookie. (Ah, so that was the burning smell).
"T-thanks." You slowly reach out for the cookie but another hand grabs it, and your gaze follows it as it shoves the cookie into it's owner's mouth. Ah, Lee Chan.
"Delicious, really." A few crumbs fall out of his mouth. "You outdid yourself, hyung."
Seunggwan shoots Chan an annoyed look but grabs his tray and heads back into the kitchen, claiming to cook another batch for you. Chan then gestures for Seungcheol to scoot over but the older hyung just frowns.
"Just sit on the other side of – "
Chan gestures for him to move again.
Seungcheol scoffs standing up instead, stretching. "I should go to the practice room now anyways. Anyone coming with?" He yawns as the members agree, getting ready to head to the studio. "Are you coming, Chan?"
Your boyfriend shakes his head. "Not for now. I'll meet you guys there. I want to spend some time with (y/n)."
"Bring her with!" Jisoo suggests, bending down to tie his shoes.
"No thanks." Chan gives a thin smile. "Go. Go on; I'll see you guys later."
The crowd of boys leave after several minutes (twelve boys and one washroom causes them to function ten times slower) and when they do, Chan sits down with a heavy sigh, leaning his head back as he closed his eyes.
"Why do you have to be so perfect?"
You blink. "What was that?"
He sits up straight, pouting as he looked at you. "You're so perfect that even my members are flirting with you, (y/n)-ah." He reaches out and holds your hand. "You're mine, you know that, yeah?"
You can only laugh. Only Chan would worry about something as silly as this.
"Of course."
