Warm Milk || Banginho

Warm Milk

         Minho sometimes couldn't sleep. And this night was one of those sleepless nights, when nothing really helped him get back into much needed slumber. Hours of non-stop dancing, vocal lessons, another interview in the evening and lastly a visit at radio show at 10pm. It tired Minho out, but that's what his life was about. It's the price he has to pay, THEY have to pay in order to become better versions of themselves, to strive and reach higher, to achieve something greater than just one award, to fully understand music and keep developing, learning and expressing emotions, the message in their songs, voices, dance, looks.

Nevertheless, it could break one's mind fairly easily, and Minho was on the edge. Thoughts filled his mind, and even though his body was tired, his mind didn't let him rest. He never wanted to disappoint his members, especially Chan, the leader, because of his lack of sleep, so he developed a... routine, one might say. Every time he couldn't sleep, he drank warm milk, then cuddled with someone. Usually it was Jisung, Woojin or Hyunjin, as all 3 of them were really great to cuddle, but he found himself being more touchy with Chan, as if his body told him that they are not enough, that he will be only satisfied with his best friend, his ultimate 'bro-hyung' and his touch. And his body was right. Minho felt like he belonged in Chan's arms, like his whole body was made to cuddle him. And both of them loved this routine. Chan easily got touch starved as he worked alone most of the time, and 3racha aren't clingy at all when they are focused on work. Minho could see that Chan was always thanking the gods for a blessing that are Minho's cuddles, and he never stopped gushing about it. The routine changed when they started to just sleep together every night, and Minho became way clingier. Up to the point where he didn't want to spare 2 minutes to get himself some warm milk from the kitchen, because it meant letting go of Chan, so he was pleased when the leader who seemed to know everything shared a little bit of body knowledge with the main dancer.

"I wouldn't mind doing that, if it's gonna help you sleep peacefully" he said "You are my best bud and I trust you, nothin' weird with letting you just suck my nipples while cuddling y'know."

Minho was hesitant at first, seeing Chan, his best friend, without a shirt wasn't bad. He's even seen him naked a lot of times, but this time it felt different, more intimate. He had a lot to take in, starting from the color of his skin, that seemed to be just as perfect as it's owner's personality, to the defined muscles he's seen countless of times. Except this time, he could touch them directly, and Chan let him, believing that it's all cool because it's gonna help his younger friend sleep well. Yet, he really did not know what to do, because just staring at how Chan massaged his nipples and chest was a torture for him. He could see how his muscles reacted to the slightest touch, he found himself drown in the sight of the other one closing his eyes and effortlessly looking stunning while letting out soft pants and sighs, focusing on doing the massage effectively.

Minho knew he shouldn't even pay attention to the drips of sweat on the pale skin or the perfect collarbone or stomach muscles, yet he got so drawn to the sight, so lost in his thoughts that he couldn't stop himself anymore.

"Channie hyung, I want to help" he whispered unconsciously, his hands making circles at the older's stomach, slowly going up his skin.

The older's breath hitched at the sudden contact, his muscles tensing up, but quickly relaxing under his friend's touch. The small hands went up to Chan's chest, the small movements, as if he was kneading something like a cat, seemed to work wonders. He smiled down and put his hand on top of Minho's head, whispering with amused tone

"You're just like a kitten, bro"

Chan's voice was like the sweetest music to Minho's ears, accompanied by special effects of breathing and whimprers created a symphony that Minho started to love with each second. His body wanted to dance, but he was the one who made the music with his own two hands.

So this time, he resisted the urge. With a small smile, he leaned in and looked up, as if to ask if it's okay to try for the milk now. Chan knew exactly what Minho thought at that moment and so he nodded slightly and closed his eyes. 'For my bro' he thought, leaning back a little bit and trying to at least get some sleep while the younger helped himself. But to no avail, he couldn't just stop thinking about the soft lips around his right nipple, the warmth, the weird feeling and slightly wet chest. His world was spinning, he entered a new kind of dimension of some sort, and he knew that he really shouldn't be enjoying this as much, but seeing Minho getting clingier and sleepier as he kept tasting the nutritious milk only made Chan smile fondly. With one last sigh, he fell asleep with the younger, happy that he helped his group member out.

Minho really did not expect to fall into that routine. Seeing his leader's naked torso every night, tasting his milk from time to time, feeling up his pale, milky and perfect skin with his warm and delicate hands, soft lips and wet tongue. Yet somehow it became normal for them, and before they knew it, the 'bro hyung' and soft 'no homo's whispered into the dead of the night with so much meaning disappeared, leaving a weird hole in their chests, that was slowly but surely filled up with something new.

"Channie hyung, I... I'm in love with you, but-"
Chan's vision was covered with tears as he heard the last 3 words

"I'm lactose intolerant"