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Chan was having a rough night.
It was the first day of one of the rare week-long breaks Stray Kids received from their schedules and what was supposed to be a quick trip to the JYPE building to finalize and finish laying down the foundations for a song he had been working on for a while ended up turning into a day-long session of nothing but pain and torture.
It was a bit past midnight when he arrived at his shared home with the rest of his members, running on nothing but energy drinks and determination and long overdue for a good goddamn rest.
He opened the door with a sigh and was pleasantly greeted by Seungmin sitting on their black couch, book in his slender hands.
But not only that, Seungmin was also in a pleated, black, A-line skirt, the hem of it bunched up right above the velvety skin of his mid-thigh, paired with one of Chan's favorite black hoodies. To top it all off, he noticed a chain around the boy's neck as well as black fish-nets encapsulating his long, tan legs.
Seungmin glanced up from his book.
"Hi, Channie-hyung," he greeted, a blush blooming on his face at the sight of the older boy's stare.
"Minnie," was the only coherent thing Chan could reply with at that moment.
He toed off his shoes before dropping his stuff to the ground and locking the front door behind him.
Chan slowly walked towards Seungmin as if he was afraid that once he got close enough to reach out and touch him, he would disappear as if only a figment of his imagination.
The boy on the couch bookmarked the page he was on and stood up to place the book on the coffee table.
The hem of the skirt released and the pleats straightened themselves to fall onto Seungmin's thighs.
Okay, so Seungmin was indeed very, very real, and Chan was also very, very done for.
"N-Not that I'm complaining," he began, close enough to gently hold Seungmin by the hand and spin him around ballroom-style. "But may I ask what prompted this?"
Seungmin shrugged in response.
"The stylist noonas suggested me to wear a skirt for one of our stages a while back," he answered. He had a small smile on his face, but Chan could tell that he looked a bit nervous. "I was not opposed to it, but the older, more conservative noonas were and they vetoed the idea. I guess...since then I have always been interested in wearing a skirt. So I bought some and they arrived recently. Like I said, I've been wanting to try one on so I just thought I could wear one for the first time just to see how I feel in it and as a way to surprise you after a long day..."
Chan's mouth ran dry.
One of the reasons Seungmin wore it was to show him.
"Thank you, Minnie. You look beautiful," Chan told him, sincerity and admiration laced into his every word, "I am so incredibly lucky to have you, my love."
Seungmin intertwined their hands before looking away and using his free hand to swat at Chan's chest.
"You- You're so cheesy!" he told the older boy, very obviously flustered by the sweet words being said to him.
"So...So you like it?" Seungmin confirmed, meeting Chan's gaze again sheepishly.
"Like it?!" Chan emphasized, raising his voice a bit. Seungmin's eyes widened as he continued, "I don't like it, I'm absolutely enamored by it. Not only the outfit, but the fact you stepped out of your usual attire and were willing to stay up late to surprise me with it. I love it and you, Minnie. Thank you."
The blush on Seungmin's face deepened and he giggled to himself.
"I love you too, Channie-hyung, but god what has gotten into you today? So corny all of a sudden."
Chan pouted childishly.
"What?! I am just stating facts!" he claimed.
"And I am usually this corny," he also added.
Seungmin rolled his eyes jokingly and Chan smiled widely at him before capturing the younger boy's lips in a slow, sensual kiss.
Seungmin returned it and Chan took the opportunity to wrap his hands around the boy's devastatingly tiny waist, which was especially prominent now with the skirt. Seungmin gasped into the kiss and encircled his arms around Chan's neck, pulling their bodies closer together.
Chan nibbled at Seungmin's bottom lip before pushing his tongue passed his teeth with no forewarning. Seungmin whined into Chan's mouth at the roughness, and that just egged Chan on even further as his hands trailed their way down from Seungmin's waist to the fishnets at the back of his upper thigh. Chan lightly squeezed the back of his thighs, and Seungmin let out a noise of soft surprise.
The older boy smiled before realizing Seungmin was trying to slowly lay down onto the couch, so Chan followed suit.
Soon enough, he was on top of Seungmin, bracketing his arms on the spaces of the couch either side of the him.
Seungmin let out a soft whine which Chan absolutely devoured as he trailed his tongue against the top of the younger boy's mouth.
They broke away after a bit, panting.
"Nobody else saw you in this, right?" Chan asked after he caught his breath. He trailed his eyes down Seungmin's body once more, feeling especially possessive for some odd reason. He honestly did not understand why it was even important to ask that question in the first place, but looking back on it, he supposed that he was just so caught up in their intense make-out session that he had no filter from his brain to his mouth. In that moment, Chan's head was just filled with Seungmin.
"N-No," Seungmin stuttered out. "Just you."
Chan felt as if his heart did a flip.
"I see..." he tried to say calmly, but it came out more choked up than he expected.
God was he in love.
"But..." Seungmin began again. "I am planning to wear a skirt everyday for the rest of the week. So this may or may not be the last time you're going to see me with one on."
Chan's smile widened at the thought.
An entire week of just Seungmin showing off his gorgeous skirts?
"You are an angel," Chan couldn't help but blurt out. He leaned on one arm to raise the hand of the other so he could stroke Seungmin's cheek.
A quiet "Shut up, Channie-hyung" was what was whispered to him in response to the compliment before he was pulled down for another kiss.
This week is going to be great, Chan thought as he hummed happily against the lips of his lover.