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They were finishing lunch when the other boys arrived. Chan got up from his chair, still chewing on his food, and ran to the living room. Changbin, Jisung, Seungmin and Jeongin laughed as the other boys were greeted by Chan crowning them princes.
“Channie, baby, come back here to finish eating. You can play with them later.”
Said Changbin. Chan refused to let go of Felix and Hyunjin, dragging the two boys over to sit by the table. He then settled on Hyunjin’s lap, extending his hand. Jisung laughed and pushed the boy’s plate towards him.
Chan had insisted on eating on his own, and was already a complete mess. Now, as he excitedly told Hyunjin and Felix about his day, the mess simply increased. Seungmin laughed.
“Have fun cleaning him up later, guys.”
He said. Hyunjin grimaced. Felix snorted.
They finished eating and Chan was passed to Minho care as everyone got settled in and the others got ready to leave.
Once everyone was ready they kissed Chan goodbye. Just like it had happened in the morning, Chan whined and complained about Jeongin and Jisung leaving. Minho, who had been holding him, nudged him with the card Jisung had given Chan earlier.
“Look, Channie. If you miss them you can read this.”
He said. Chan pouted, but nodded, hugging the card. Then he bit on his lip and looked down.
“’yung, change?”
He asked, shyly. Minho raised an eyebrow. He hadn’t noticed the boy was this little at the moment.
“Hum, I think we could run you a bubble bath. What do you say?”
He asked. Chan’s eyes lit up.
“Cha’ie pway with his cwayons?”
He asked, eyes wide. Minho chuckled and nodded.
He got up, pulling the boy by the hand towards the room.
“Jinnie, can you run Channie a bath?”
He called. Hyunjin was quick to move to the bathroom.
Once inside the room, Minho chose Chan’s ‘baby boy’ hoodie and some sweatpants, picking up a diaper as well, since the boy was already wearing one. Then he picked up Chan’s bath crayons and showed them to the boy, who giggled excitedly.
“Will you be a good boy during bath time, Channie?” He asked. Chan nodded eagerly, and Minho laughed, giving him the crayon package. “Very good, then let’s go.”
Minho let Chan play for a while, laughing as the boy gave himself many different bubble hairstyles, and then a bubble beard. Then Chan moved on to drawing on the wall with his crayons, and his drawings looked exactly what a toddler would do. It made Minho was to squish him and never let go.
“’yung, see? Channie and aaaall ‘yungies!”
He said, pointing at the drawing excitedly. Minho raised an eyebrow. The wall was covered with eight very badly drawn stick figures, which apparently were supposed to be Chan and the rest of them. He laughed.
“That’s very pretty, Channie. Did you make hyung handsome?”
He asked. Chan giggled and pointed at the blue figure.
“’yungie weally ‘andsome.”
He said, giggling, and Minho couldn’t help but to laugh along.
After that, Chan accepted to keep still for a bit, now making his crayon into submarines as Minho washed his hair.
Soon they were done, and Minho convinced the boy to leave the bath, drying him up and putting him in his fresh diapers and clean clothes. Chan smiled at him cutely as he noticed the hoodie he was wearing
“Baby boy.”
He said, giggling. Minho laughed and nodded, tickling the older.
“Yup, you’re our pretty baby boy.”
He said, and Chan squealed and ran away as he managed to escape Minho’s grip. Minho laughed. They would have an eventful afternoon.
After a long game of hide and seek, Chan finally seemed to tire out. Minho was glad, because the only one who was still up and going was Hyunjin. Minho himself had long ago given up and claimed the title of referee, and Felix had started pretending to be a bump on the middle of the dorm soon after. As it was, as soon as Chan found Hyunjin one more time, instead of running he pulled on the boy’s hand, yawning.
Hyunjin chuckled, and Minho thanked heavens.
“Are you tired, baby boy?”
He asked, and Chan nodded, wrapping his arms around Hyunjin and whining. Hyunjin smiled and picked the boy up, and although Minho could see the kid struggling to carry the older, Hyunjin didn’t seem to mind. He walked up to the couch, sitting down, and Chan cuddled closer to him, nuzzling Hyunjin’s chest.
Minho smiled fondly. Here came cuddly Chan. Chan was naturally a cuddly person. That characteristic was amplified when he regressed, and amplified ten times more when he was sleepy in headspace. Which was the case.
“Paci?”
He asked, softly. Hyunjin looked around, but Felix was the one who found it, handing it to the slightly older boy. Hyunjin thanked him and gave Chan the pacifier. The boy eagerly accepted it.
“Do you want Princess too, baby?”
Asked Felix. Chan nodded, humming softly. Felix smiled and left in search of Chan’s kangaroo. They had gotten it as a joke, but little Chan had grown incredibly attached to it, and now he rarely went to sleep without the toy.
Once Chan had his pacifier and toy, he sighed contentedly. He pulled himself closer to Hyunjin, smiling sleepily, and closed his eyes fully. A few minutes later he was asleep.
They woke Chan up less than an hour later. Letting the boy sleep more than that would mean grumpy Chan for the rest of the day and a sleepless night, and none of them wanted that. So they woke him up, and he immediately pouted and lifted his arms. Minho was the fastest, moving closer to the boy and picking him up. The others glared. Chan was the clingiest after just waking up, and they all loved holding him during those times.
“Be faster next time.”
Said Minho, laughing. Chan whined and tightened his grip on the older, hiding his face on Minho's neck. The others pouted.
“Baby, do you want to do something?”
Asked Felix. Chan nodded, not looking up.
“Cliffowd.”
He mumbled. Felix snorted. Chan loved watching Clifford, probably because it reminded him of his childhood. The thing was: Clifford was from Chan’s childhood. Meaning it was old, hard to find, and had a very bad image definition. Nonetheless, they had learned where to search for it, and it was easy, nowadays, to put the program on.
Felix turned on the TV, connecting his computer to it, and soon Clifford was playing, and Chan finally looked up from his hiding spot.
After a few minutes watching, Chan crawled out of Minho's lap and sat on Felix’s, making the younger laugh at Minho's sour expression.
“You know he likes being next to me when he watched stuff in English, hyung.”
He said. Minho stuck his tongue out at him and the others laughed, before being shushed by Chan, who was completely hypnotised by the program.
And like that they spent their afternoon. The others arrived later and they all ate dinner together, and Chan happily let the others feed him as he laughed and told them about his adventures for the day. The others listened with smiles on their faces, glad to see their leader happy and relaxed, glad that they were part of the reason for that.
Because Chan could be a great leader and hyung, and he was reliable and trustworthy. But he too needed someone to take care of him sometimes, and they were all more than glad to do that for him.