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With the sound of Seungcheol’s phone alarm going off, Chan could literally feel the Earth, or in this case Seungcheol’s pillow, shake underneath him. He woke up with his eyes wide open as he screamed and sat up straight. Looking over while he covered his ears, he saw that his gigantic hyung was still fast asleep. He whined as he crawled out of Wonwoo’s beanie and walked over to tap Seungcheol’s face.
“Hyung!” he screamed over the alarm’s music. “Turn the alarm off!” Chan practically felt his head discombobulate for the meantime, trying to hold his ground as he just watched his older friend continue snoring as if nothing was happening.
Seungcheol mumbled something in his sleep along the lines of trying to relax as a leader. Chan rolled his eyes and figured he had to venture to the phone by himself. He knew that his hyung was a heavy sleeper, but he didn’t know his snoring could be so loud. He climbed over the blanket draped over his older friend before sliding down it as he reached the device that almost made him lose balance. WIth a stroke of luck, Chan was able to turn the alarm off. Just in the nick of time, Seungcheol stretched his arms in the air and let out a loud yawn, Chan covering his ears and whining to himself. “Hyung!” he yelled.
The eldest slowly opened his eyes and rubbed them as he turned and jumped a bit when he saw the maknae. “Oh, so it wasn’t a dream… you really are small. Well, smaller than usual.” He snickers tiredly as he slowly sat up, the blanket falling off and revealing his bare chest. Chan squealed and covered his eyes as Seungcheol chuckled sleepily and put on his shirt.
Travelling via his hyung’s hands, they went outside towards the kitchen where Junhui was already making breakfast for the boys. The smell of ramen filled the air, a favourite scent all the boys shared. Bowls began to be distributed as Wonwoo kept telling Chan to jump on the buttons on the remote to find a channel to watch as they ate breakfast. They all began to eat soon after, quickly slurping and devouring their food. Junhui managed to use one of Jisoo’s anime figurine cups to pour soup in for the miniature maknae.
Chan was happily sipping his tiny cup on Seungcheol’s lap before squealing when his hyung decided to stand up while he was watching the television show. “Hey! I’m not done watching!”
Seungcheol snickered as he put his bowl in the sink. “Oh no, mister! You’re going to be working out with me!”
The smaller one gasped and pouted, remembering that it actually was his turn to train with the eldest. Seungcheol worked out with Seungkwan last week and Chan remembered how Seungkwan could barely crawl to bed when the two of them returned to their apartment. He gulped and his small body shuddered. “H-hyung… you have to go easy on me…”
“Oh, I know, I know,” Seungcheol grinned after he washed his and Chan’s dishes. He set Chan down on the counter and turned his back as he hummed and was getting something under in the cabinets. Chan watched as he saw his hyung move around the kitchen while humming to himself. His little legs dangled from the counter before Seungcheol put down a plate of halved, cylindrical rice cakes attached to toothpicks. “There.”
“Hyung… what is it?”
“Your work out equipment!”
Even Chan couldn’t help but laugh at the sight. He wiped his tears and went up to one when Seungcheol instructed him to do so. Chan tightly wrapped his fingers around the toothpick and tried to carry it, surprised by his own strength at how heavy it actually was.
“I didn’t tell you it was gonna be easy,” chuckled Seungcheol. The eldest kept counting repetitions as Chan finally gained the strength to lift up the rice cakes and bench it five times as he laid on an empty box of banana milk.
The shrunken one sat up on the box and let Seungcheol adjust the rice cakes on the toothpick as if they were metal weights. He wiped the sweat off of his forehead with a diminutive ripped piece of paper towel before looking up seeing Seungkwan and Hansol looking over at him and smiling widely. “Yah! Were you guys watching while hyung was training me?”
“You mean training you with the rice cakes we were gonna use for ddeokbokki tonight?” Seungkwan blinked, “then yes.” Hansol nodded in agreement as he sipped on his banana milk carton before placing it next to Chan, giggling at how they’re similar in height.
“Yah! What are you two doing?” Seungcheol called out as he came back from the bathroom. The young ninety-eight liners snickered before fleeing towards the living room. The oldest came back and put his palm out for Chan to walk on as if it were a platform, smiling when he saw the maknae collapse on his hand as if it were a bed. “Hey, this is just a warm up! Next, you can take a lap around the sink!”
“Hyung,” Chan whined.
“And then afterward, maybe you can go digging into the rice. I think Seokmin might have dropped his ring in there actually…”
“Cheol!” A voice called out from behind. Seungcheol turned, as Chan managed to peak his head up and see his Jeonghan hyung with a towel around his neck coming out of the shower. “It’s your turn to shower.” He saw the miniature maknae in the leader’s hand and hummed. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of Channie. He’s my baby after all.”
Chan rolled his eyes as he switched onto the Jeonghan platform, pouting when Seungcheol said that they’ll continue their workout plan the next morning. At least his painful workout torture was temporarily interrupted. Hopefully Jeonghan hyung was a bit easier on him for his smaller stature.
Now that he thought about it, he’s always wondered what it would be like to play with Jeonghan’s hair if he were the size of Jisoo hyung’s action figures.