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The shrill sound of Changbin’s phone ringing interrupts the peaceful silence inside their hotel room, the early morning sunshine peeks through the pale-colour curtains as the morning arrives in Tokyo. His phone continues to ring, stirring the two sleeping boys from their slumber.
“If you don't turn that off right now I'll suffocate you,” Minho threatens as he sends an uncoordinated kick in Changbin’s direction before turning over in thier bed and pulling a pillow over his own head.
Changbin hums in agreement, not fully awake enough to pay attention to what was said, but he turns over and reaches for his phone, putting it on silent before turning back around and burying himself back into their warm duvet.
Less than 5 minutes later Minho’s phone begins to chime.
“Fucks sake,” he grumbles, launching the pillow covering his face across the room as he squints at his phone screen, “it’s Chan-Hyung,” he informs.
BangmeChan: you awake? you missed breakfast btw.
BangmeChan: managers want us all downstairs outside the conference room in 10 minutes.
BangmeChan: don't be late!! pls!!
BangmeChan: also tell Binnie to pick up his phone next time!!
Minho huffs as he scrolls through the messages their leader has spammed him with, feeling Changbin shift towards him and laying his arm across the elder's waist, “what’d hyung want,” he mumbles into the back of Minho’s neck.
“Says that we need to be outside the conference room in 10 minutes,”
“Hmm, and when did he send it?”
“About 5 minutes ago,” Minho replies, his sleep heavy eyes suddenly widening, “shit, we have to go!” he cries as he scrambles out of bed, Changbin following in a similar frantic manner, throwing on t-shirts and ripped jeans as fast as possible.
“Where the hell did my cap go?” Changbin mutters under his breath as he scours the floor, kicking at the discarded duvet searching for it before looking up to see Minho standing by the doorway, arms crossed smirking at him, shamelessly looking him up and down.
“I'll leave without you if you don't hurry up,”
“I know, I am hurrying,” Changbin huffs back, mildly annoyed. He stands up straight to shoot a glare at Minho but instead finally sees the familiar looking cap sitting on Minho’s head, “oh you are so dead!” he shouts as Minho laughs running out the door, not forgetting to grab a pair of shoes on his way out.
“Before you chase me halfway down the hallway, at least grab the key card and some shoes!” Minho calls from a little down the hallway, Changbin grumbles something unintelligible but grabs the white plastic key card and shoves on a pair of black trainers as he leaves, smiling at the way Minho presses the stolen cap onto his head and kisses his cheek.
“You need it way more than I do anyway,” he relents with a sigh, smirking as he waits for Changbin to process what he’d said.
“Oi, if we had longer to get ready then maybe I wouldn't need the cap,” he shoots back, aiming an elbow into Minho’s side.
“and whose fault is that? You're the one who kept ignoring Chan-hyung’s calls,”
“But I’m not the one who got in after midnight, was I?” Changbin counters.
They continue bickering back and forth, Changbin’s arm around Minho’s waist as they rush down the hallways and various flights of stairs until they finally arrive outside the conference room, the rest of the members already there waiting for them. Minho exchanges a smile with Hyunjin, who’s leaning against the wall with Felix tucked against him, only half listening to what Jeongin and Seungmin talk about as he runs his hands gently through their freckled boyfriend’s hair. Chan and Jisung are standing next to them, Jisung fiddling with their joined hands, looking up as he hears Chan heave a sigh of relief at the sight of himself and Changbin, offering them a warm smile as they approach the duo.
“Y’know, a text back might’ve been nice,” Chan says playfully, “at least you made it before the stylists, apparently we’re filming something today,”
“Maybe it's a new series or something?” Jisung wonders aloud.
They don’t have much time to discuss it though as the stylists and makeup crew arrive unlocking one of the rooms as they promptly get to work, setting their things down and calling the members over one by one.
A while later, their hair and makeup done as the 8 of them are shooed into the conference room next door, this one filled with a camera crew and managing staff, the calm atmosphere of the stylist’s room quickly replaced with a buzz of anticipation.
“What is all of this?” Minho whispers to Jisung, who’s standing beside him, clinging lightly to the back of his denim jacket.
“No idea, the managers didn't give Channie-hyung any details,” Jisung shrugs as they both look around the room. Minho startles as he realises that Chan’s already started their introduction to the staff.
Minho comes in a little late but is thankful that no one notices, except for maybe Jisung, if his poorly contained laughter is anything to go by. He scolds himself after that, telling himself to ‘get a grip’ and to ‘be professional’.
A woman rushes over to them, a bright smile on her scary-looking face as she introduces herself as the organiser for whatever’s planned for today. She continues to speak but it all washes over Minho as he can’t bring himself to focus on what she’s saying. He’s not sure why but he suddenly feels very uncomfortable and claustrophobic standing in this room that's full of staff and camera crew. He feels someone squeeze his hand and looks up to see Jisung watching him, “you okay, Hyung?” he asks quietly as the woman continues to talk, Minho sighs and nods because really he’s fine, just a little anxious but he supposes that it’s normal to be nervous when surrounded by this many cameras and people hovering around him.
after the woman finishes her introduction that Minho didn't catch a word of, they’re directed to sit on an overly large sofa, the 8 of them still ending up being squished together tightly, not that any of them mind in the slightest. It becomes apparent that they’re filming a new vlog series alongside their promotions in Japan. All the members are cheering excitedly at the news and Minho can't stop himself from smiling at their excitement, forcing himself to clap as he remembers that they’re being filmed.
the filming pauses for a moment as the staff gather their props together for the rest of the filming, whilst the members stay sitting on the couch, waiting for things to resume. It’s obvious that Jeongin, who’s sitting in the middle of the sofa’s beginning to feel a little squished in. Minho, who’s sitting beside their youngest, bumps their knees together and flashes him what he hopes is a reassuring smile as he reaches out to squeeze his thigh. Next to Minho sits Jisung and Felix, who are still animatedly talking about what they might end up filming today. On Jeongin’s other side sit the rest of the members, Hyunjin obviously beside their youngest, his long arms draped over him, next to him is Seungmin, Changbin, and Chan, who aren’t talking much as they look around the room to see if they can find any clues about what’s been planned for the day.
The woman who’d introduced herself earlier claps her hands, startling all 8 of them as she gains their attention, letting them know that they’re about to continue filming as she hands out pieces of coloured paper to each member. Minho watches her as she hands them out and something in his stomach twists. When she reaches him, he feels someone’s knee bash against his and he quickly remembers to thanks her, she ignores him and moves along to Jisung beside him.
“Are you okay, hyung?” Jeongin asks but he doesn’t get a chance to answer as the staff interrupt, apparently the camera’s are rolling.
“Okay, please open your pieces of paper now!” she calls, voice sending shards of ice down Minho’s spine.
Excited noises turn into confused mumbling as each member unfolds their piece of paper and reads the contents inside, Minho takes a breath and opens his own and is met with the number 3. He frowns in confusion but recovers quickly as he spots Jeongin’s piece of paper with a number 2 on it.
“Look Innie, the paper is telling you how old you are!” he points wildly as the rest of the members erupt into laughter at the pout that appears on Jeongin’s face, it quickly turns into wide smiles as Hyunjin reaches over to pinch his cheeks.
“Okay, who got number 1?” the staff asks to which Hyunjin, Changbin and Jisung raise their hands, “ah, well you three will be heading to a cat cafe in Shibuya!” she announces.
“Wow! Really, are you serious?!” Jisung splutters in excitement, reaching over and high fiving Hyunjin.
“we get to go and play with kitties!” Hyunjin smiles and claps enthusiastically.
Minho smiles though he feels something pull in his heart, something akin to jealousy.
“Next, who got paper number 2?”
Jeongin, Seungmin, and Felix raise their hands, looking at each other excitedly, claiming that they would have the best hyung-free day.
“Oi, watch it,” Changbin scolds them jokingly, leaning over to hit at Felix’s thigh.
“You don't even know what you're doing yet,” Chan points out with a laugh.
“Yeah, what are we doing, noona?” Jeongin asks, smiling brightly at the staff lady.
“Well,” she smiles back, clearly charmed by their youngest, “you’ll be learning how to make special Harajuku crepes,”
“I’ve always wanted to learn how to make those!” Felix celebrates, happily clapping his hands.
“You’ll have to teach us when we get home because I’ve always wanted to know too,” Chan smiles at Felix, who nods with excitement showing him a small thumbs up.
“And lastly, the remaining two members with paper number 3, you’ll be heading to the Tokyo Skytree!” she announces.
The room falls silent, all eyes drifting over to Minho. Any hint of enthusiasm in the room vanishes insatntly and is quickly replaced by a suffocating feeling of dread that Minho knows can be felt by all of his boyfriends too. Minho feels his whole body freeze, his heart thumping painfully in his chest as he keeps his eyes on the floor, knowing that if he looks up and sees worry on his lovers’ faces, it’d only make things worse. He feels a gentle hand creep onto his thigh and gives it a reassuring squeeze, grounding him. Minho heaves in a breath, he knows he’s been holding for far too long; the cameras are still filming, he reminds himself. He has to do something, he can’t just start freaking out like he so desperately wants to. Instead, when he finally gains the courage to glance up, his eyes meet with Chan’s kind ones, it's clear their leader had been watching him closely, worry obvious in those deep brown orbs, he looks ready to stand up and demand for the filming to stop.
It takes him a few moments but Minho holds their gaze before smiling widely, standing up and cheering. Thankfully Chan catches on quickly and joins in, much to the confusion of everyone else.
“Finally, an excuse to get rid of my stupid fear!” Minho cheers, as he reaches out and high fives Chan, who smiles along but doesn't miss the way his hands shake as they touch for a brief moment.
“Okay!” The woman interrupts their fake-celebration, “we’ll meet you outside the hotel in 10 minutes, don’t be late,” she tells them, already moving to help pack away the camera equipment, attention now away from the members.
Minho collapses back onto the couch and feels arms immediately wrap around him, pulling him into their side. When he looks up he’s greeted with Jeongin, who smiles down to him gently, he says nothing but holds him tightly. Minho’s thankful, he really doesn't want to talk right now, not fully trusting his voice not to break as he closes his eyes, pretending that everything’s just fine.
“Hyung?” Minho hears Jisung whisper tentatively from where he’s sitting beside him, their hands entwining to keep Minho’s shaky ones still. Minho hums telling the younger that he’s listening, “do you want to swap numbers with me?”
Minho sits up and stares at him worridly, holding Jisung’s hands tighter, “but you’re scared too,” he reminds him.
“Yeah,” Jisung laughs nervously, “but cats are your thing, we can swap, I won't mind,” he says as he holds out the pink folded piece of paper, offering it for Minho to take, Minho feels his heart swell in a mix of guilt and overwhelming love.
“Sorry boys, but there'll be no swapping!” the woman says as she walks past them, snatching the piece of paper from Jisung’s hand. It takes everything in both Minho and Jisung not to glare at her as they watch her disappear along with the other staff members.
Minho looks down at Jisung’s now empty hand and he sighs heavily, “n-no, Sungie, it’s okay. You go and have a good day, okay? Make sure to send me lots of pictures though, promise?”
Jisung looks as though he might cry as he nods his head, “I promise, Hyung,” he whispers as he squeezes their hands together once more before letting go, standing up and pressing a kiss to Minho’s lips as he leaves the couch and walks to where Hyunjin and Changbin were waiting to go.
Minho tries to smile as the three say goodbye, leaving the conference room hand in hand, Hyunjin giggling sweetly in the middle of them. Not a minute after they leave Minho feels his phone chime in his back pocket, he pulls it out and smiles softly as he reads the message.
Jisungie: I'll keep my promise, Hyung <3
As Minho types a message back he feels someone crouch in front of him, he looks up from his phone to see Chan smiling at him softly, “Minnie, can you come with me?” he asks, holding out his hand for Minho to take, which he does as Chan leads them out of the conference room and down the hall, but not before signaling to their manager that they’d be back in a moment.
Chan leads them through the maze that was the hotel’s floor plan until they end up inside his hotel room, Chan always has a room to himself, knowing that one of the members will come and join him throughout the night, usually it’s Jisung or Seungmin as they don't cope well with sleeping away from home. The second they step inside the room and they hear the soft click of the door closing behind them, Chan pulls him into a tight hug, Minho letting out a shaky exhale as Chan rubs at his back.
“I’m fine, hyung,” Minho tries to insist but he feels Chan shake his head and hums in disapproval.
“There’s nothing we can do, but I’ll be right beside you the whole time, I’m sorry it turned out this way,” Chan tells him softly.
“It’s not your fault hyung,” Minho whispers trying to stop the tears that want to run down his cheeks as he stares towards the celing.
“I know,” Chan sighs as he pulls away enough to wipe away a few stray tears that Minho lost control of, being careful not to smudge his foundation, “but I'll be there the whole time, you’ve done things like this before you can do it again, I just wish you didn't have to,”
Minho sighs heavily and nods, letting a small sob escape his lips. It’s rare for him to cry like this, especially with other people around but Minho allows himself this moment with Chan. Chan knows, of course, he does, he's seen Minho like this before and knew what to do, he trusts Chan.
“We should go,” Minho says, wiping away the rest of his tears.
“Yeah, but only if you’re ready to go,” Chan tells him seriously, keeping a tight hold on the other’s still shaking hand.
“I mean we could just stay here all day, I can think of a few things I’d rather be doing right now,” Minho smirking as Chan snorts.
“Come on you, as much as I’d love to spend the day here with you, the staff will be waiting for us and we shouldnt keep them waiting,” Chan smiles as he pulls Minho in for a quick but soft kiss before dragging him out of the hotel room and back towards the conference room.
“Ah, you’re back,” their manager greets, looking up from his phone when he sees Chan and Minho return to the conference room. He steals a glance at Minho’s puffy eyes and lips, immediately knowing that he’d been crying but says nothing, “everyone’s waiting downstairs, should we go?” he asks Minho directly. Minho sighs ignoring the dread flooding his chest again and nods, letting Chan lead the way.
The car journey’s peaceful enough, Minho keeping an iron grip on his boyfriend’s hand as his mind continues to race. They see the Tokyo Skytree approaching through the rain stained windows and Minho feels his chest begin to tighten as he realises just how high up they’ll be.
The two stand outside the entrance whilst the camera crew set up around them. When the filming begins Chan skillfully leads the conversation away from Minho who’s standing silently beside him, trying his best to put on a smile for the camera only for it to come out as more of a grimace. Chan’s hand is still held tightly in his, luckily hidden behind the sleeve of the oversized coat he’s wearing as he tries to look as not-completely-terrified as possible.
“So shall we go?” Chan asks him, telling him that the cameras are about to wrap up with filming, Minho cheers a little, smiling brightly as he feels his heart drop into his stomach.
It’s not until they’re in the elevator that the weight of what's happening hits Minho, he’s thankful that it’s just him, Chan and the camera crew all gathered in the lift and no one else. As soon as the lift doors close and the elevator begins to lift upwards, Minho rushes to bury his face in Chan’s chest, who’s quick to wrap his arms tightly around the younger and hold him securely as his shoulders shake. Chan exchanges a worried glance with their manager as he runs a gentle hand through Minho’s soft hair, smiling sadly as Minho relaxes into the touch like a frightened kitten would.
All too soon the elevator ride comes to an end along with the peaceful silence that had settled in there. ‘This is it’, Minho thinks to himself as the doors open.
The staff usher them out of the lift, letting the doors close behind the last person out of the lift and Minho feels his heart sink, he’s stranded. Minho listens closely, his head still tucked into Chan’s chest, not caring who sees. Chan presses Minhos ear closer to his chest and gently moves the hand that was stroking through his hair to press against his exposed ear as he speaks to their manager who’s hovering anxiously around them, the gently rumbling in his chest gets Minho to relax further as he realises what he’s asking.
“Hyung, I'm really sorry, I don't want cause any problems but would it be possible to start filming a little bit later my boy-my friend,” he quickly corrects himself, “he’s not so good with heights,”
Minho doesn’t hear their manager replies with but he assumes it’s something positive as Chan presses a kiss to his temple and whispers an “all sorted!” into his hair.
“you almost got caught there channie-hyung,” Minho jokes despite himself trying to lift the tension a little, Chan laughs lightly in agreement as he tries to pull him out from his hiding place, “I know you’re not going to like this Min, but we need to start moving around, we won't go near the windows I promise,”
Minho wants to cry all over again as he’s gently pulled away from the safety of Chan’s chest, “you’ll be okay, just don’t look past me,” Chan reassures him as he winds an arm around his waist and gestures over to where the floor to ceiling windows stand proudly displaying the breathtaking views of Tokyo. To anyone else it would be a truly amazing and beautiful experience but Minho can't even bring himself to look up from the laminate flooring underneath his feet, “it’s okay,” Chan reassures him, gently coaxing his rigid body to take a step forward, “the sooner we finish filming, the sooner we can go back,”
Minho feels so stupid as he’s made aware of the cameramen starting to crowd around them again in an attempt to finally collect some footage, his tiny footsteps getting harder and harder to keep up as the world begins to close in around him.
“I-I, I can't,” Minho whispers, voice shaking almost as hard as his legs, “I can't do this Chan,”
As soon as he’s finished talking, his legs collapse from underneath him and Chan’s quick to reach out to catch him before he crashes into the floor and hurts himself, instead, gently lowering him to the floor. Through his sobs, he vaguley hears Chan yelling at the cameramen to “just stop it, stop filming!”
Minho curls his body into the smallest ball that he can manage, not caring about the various people probably staring at him as he sobs, he feels beyond stupid, embarrassment only fuelling more tears. He jumps a little as he feels Chan’s warm hands run along his shoulders.
“Listen to me Min, look at me, baby. I’m here with you, I’ll protect you, you’re safe I promise,”
“h-hyung, I, I can’t- I don’t-”
“Minnie, baby it's okay, it’s alright, no one is mad at you,” Chan tells him, moving to pull Minho’s hands away from where they’re tightly gripping his hair, whilst still sending scowls over to the cameramen who’re still trying to film, “I’m right here darling, I need you to calm down and then we can think about getting you back down, yeah? But we can't do that whilst you’re panicking baby,” he explains gently.
It takes a while for Minho to come back to himself, his breathing still laboured and heavy, he’s still crying but not as hard anymore. They’re tucked safely against a wall, with their manager blocking their view from the large windows. They sit in silence as Minho tries to keep his breathing even, each of his hands clasped safely in Chan’s warm ones as his head rests against his shoulder, face tucking in his neck as he breathes in his cologne, desperately clinging onto anything that’ll help to keep him grounded and safe.
“I’m sorry,” Minho finally whispers, unsure of how much time has passed. Chan quickly sushes him, telling him that he has absolutely nothing to be sorry for.
“Listen to me baby,” Chan says, squeezing their hands together, “I’m the one who should be sorry, I shouldn’t have even let you come up here, I should’ve made them swap you out with Jeonginnie or Hyunjinnie,”
Minho whines and shakes his head, he knows that even if Chan had tried he wouldn’t have been able to do anything, the words of the organiser ringing around in his head but he quickly pushes them away, “no hyung, its okay. I really thought I could do this,” unable to stop the bitterness that slips into his voice.
“You shouldn't have forced yourself,” their manager speaks up, “this is hard for people who aren’t scared of heights, for you to do something like this is crazy, so stupid but so brave,” he turns to them and smiles.
“I’m so proud of you for doing this baby,” Chan adds, kissing his temple, “not everyone could do what you just did,”
Minho feels his eyes start to water again, but this time it's different, whilst they still aren't happy tears, they’re happier and that counts for something. Before he gets the chance to tune into the conversation Chan and their manager have slipped into, he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket, he pulls it out from his coat and smiles as he sees the contact names appearing on his phone.
Chan peers over his shoulder as he unlocks his phone and starts to scroll through the many unread messages, a wet laugh erupting from his chest as he looks through the many badly taken cat pictures Jisung had sent to him like he’d promised.
Sungie: here hyung :3
Sungie: [image attached]
Sungie: [image attached]
Sungie: [image attached]
Sungie: [image attached]
“How did he know?” Chan laughs softly as he watches Minho’s eyes light up at the cat pictures, mumbling a quiet, “they’re so cute,”
“he’s my soulmate hyung, of course he would know,” Minho rolls his eyes playfully before humming in surprise as he sees another message light up his phone, this time from Jeongin and Minho wastes no time opening it up.
Innie: cheer up Hyung! <3
Innie: [image attched]
Innie: we made these for you Minnie-Hyung!
In the images attached are Felix, Jeongin, and Seungmin each holding up messy looking crepes with cat faces drawn in chocolate on the sides.
“What a mess,” Chan laughs as he points out the chocolate smudges on Jeongin’s cheek and all over Felix’s white t-shirt.
“I miss them,” Minho sighs absently before realising what he’d just confessed to and closes his mouth quickly. It's unlike him to say such cheesy things so outright like that, a soft smile still playing at his lips as he saves all of the photos.
“Changbin just texted, saying we’re all meeting for lunch,” Chan informs him when he manages to steal a glance at his own phone but not making any moves to leave, knowing that Minho should be the one to decide when he’s ready.
“Okay,” Minho steels himself, forcing himself to keep calm, “can we go now?”
“Of course,” Chan agrees, moving to stand up and cringes as the way his knees crack, earning an amused smile from Minho who takes his outstretched hand to pull himself up, “we’ll go slowly, so tell me if you want to stop,”
Minho nods, keeping a firm grip on Chan’s hand as they begin to walk back towards the windows, “wait… wait a minute, please?” he asks shyly and Chan stops immediately.
“whats the problem?” chan asks worridly as he steps closer to him.
“m-my legs are shaking too much… Ill fall over again,”
“Hop on then,” Chan grins as he couches infront of him excitedly.
“No, what?” Minho asks, taken aback by Chan’s actions.
“I'm going to carry you!” Chan answers like it's obvious.
“You’re going to what?” Minho repeats incredulously as Chan just laughs.
“Trust me,” he says, “we both know you’re not going to walk it, especially seeing as you collapsed back there, so let me carry you,”
“fine...” Minho relents, usually he would put up a bit more of a fight but in truth, he knows that Chan’s right, his legs are already threatening to give in and he’s too exhausted to protest any more, he justs wants to be on safe ground as soon as he could be and if that meant Chan carrying him, then so be it.
Chan’s smile is golden as Minho hops onto his back, the tips of his ears burning bright red in embarrassment as he buries his face into the olders neck, “let's go!” he sings as they start walking.
“Shut up Chan-hyung, I can hear you laughing,” Minho whines, overly aware of the eyes on him as they start walking towards the stairs, “you too manager-hyung,”
What Minho doesn’t know and won’t see is that Chan’s called the cameramen back over telling him to film all of this, knowing it’ll be hilarious to watch back whether or not the footage actually makes it into the series or not. Their manager watches as Chan stops walking for a moment to bend over wheezing as he laughs and he couldn’t stop himself from laughing too.
“He’s going to kill you,” their manager mouths to Chan.
“I'm not scared of him,” Chan shoots back.
When they finally get to the ground floor, the cool rainy air greets them as they step outside, Minho having fallen asleep on Chan’s shoulder on the way down. The film crew and staff decide to let him sleep for now, he must be exhausted. Minho isn't the type to let himself be vulnerable like that, not unless he’s alone with the rest of his boyfriends, and even then it's rare. The crew decide against filming the rest of their day, instead, letting Chan take Minho back to the hotel to get some proper rest. He bids the staff goodbye before shooting off a text to Changbin letting him know they wouldn't be meeting for lunch.
“What a day,” Chan sighs as he dumps his coat on the desk chair in his hotel room, before gently setting Minho down on his bed, softly stroking his hair away from his forehead and pressing a kiss there, unable to keep the guilt in his chest down as he mumbles out another heartfelt apology and pressing a kiss to his lips sweetly.
Chan startles as he hears a knock on his hotel room door, he waits a moment to see if it was housekeeping before getting up off of the bed to answer it.
“Room service!” various voices shout echoing down the hallway, startling Chan nearly off of his feet.
Standing in the hallway are the rest of his boyfriends with various plastic bags in their hands, the mouthwatering smell of fresh food wafting in.
“You guys-!” Chan says, unable to find words as they all pile into the room, greeting him excitedly before moving to find spaces on the floor and bed.
“We brought you food Hyung! It would’ve been no fun without you guys there,” Hyunjin tells him, handing him a bag filled with all types of greasy fast food and pressing a kiss to his cheek before skipping over to where Seungmin’s making himself comfortable on the plush armchair.
“Why’re you all there though, shouldn’t you all be filming?” Chan asks, “You didn't ditch filming did you?”
“Of course not Hyung!” Jeongin giggles as Hyunjin pulls him on top of his and Seungmin’s laps.
“No, we all just finished filming earlier than we thought,” Seungmin tells him, eagerly unwrapping the burger that gets handed to him.
“So we came here!” Felix grins excitedly, “we were going to get lunch at this sushi bar until you told us you weren’t coming,”
“Ah, yeah, that,” Chan sighs, rooting through the bag and handing out food to the waiting hands.
“Is he okay?” Hyunjin asks worriedly, peering over towards the bed.
“He’s okay, just worn out I think,” Chan reassures them all, “let him sleep though, he needs it,”
“He panicked didn't he?” Changbin asks nodding sadly.
“He uh, yeah,” Chan admits, “I’m sure he’ll tell you about it when he wakes up, for now though, let’s just eat,”
The group all gather around and start digging in.
“What kind of secret eating club am I missing out on?” Minho says, voice rough as he sits up rubbing at his eyes tiredly.
The whole group stop eating and turn to him with bright smiles.
“Hyung, you’re awake!” Jisung says immediately leaping onto him, his food forgotten, “we saved you stuff!”
“Thanks, Sung, now get off me, I can't breathe,” he fake wheezes and gently pushes a laughing Jisung over to the other side of the bed.
“Here hyung,” Changbin says, handing Minho a burger as he comes to sit between him and Felix, the latter immediately scooching over and cuddling up close to him. Minho thanks him and starts eating along with the others, all avoiding talking about their morning’s not wanting to set things off again.
“So, we’ve got the afternoon free?” Jeongin says, scrunching up the paper wrapper of his burger and aiming it towards the bin, “we should do something, it’d be a waste to just spend it cooped up in here,”
“I agree,” Changbin says, reaching over to high five Jeongin when he makes the paper ball into the bin, cheering in celebration.
“I have an idea,” Jisung pipes up, covering his mouth as he chews, “I want to take Minho-hyung to the cat cafe,”
Minho’s head snaps over to where Jisung’s sitting, smiling softly at him, “you want to go back, really?”
“Of course, you missed out on it and the cats were so cute!”
“Okay,” Chan interrupts, “if anyone else wants to go, you can,”
“Nope!” Hyunjin says, before erupting into a sneeze, “I forgot that I’m allergic to cats, I could hardly breathe in there!”
The group laughs at Hyunjin’s expense, “you should see the photo’s I took, they're pretty funny,” Changbin adds.
“I'll come with you,” Felix says, “Jeonginnie wanted to go too,”
So that afternoon they split off into two groups, a shopping group and a cat-cafe group, each bidding each other goodbye, before getting onto trains taking them to different sides of the city.
Somehow Minho feels much calmer despite being surrounded by thousands of strangers in a bustling city train. He decides to lean against Felix’s shoulder as the train starts moving, listening to the way Jisung tells them all about the cats, smiling whenever Jeongin would squeak in excitement. He pulls his phone out from his jeans when he feels it vibrate, he can’t help but smile at the messages from Chan the picture containing a soaked and miserable-looking Hyunjin, his wet clothes hanging off his slim frame as Seungmin’s standing off to the side laughing so hard he has to lean against a lamppost, clutching at his stomach.
BangmeChan: [image attached]
BangmeChan: hope you have a better afternoon than us!
BangmeChan: call us if you need us, love you Min <3
Minho lets himself smile as he reads the messages and immediately sets the image as his phone background, he already knows that his afternoon’s going to be wonderful.