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Soonyoung often helped the members with choreography. It didn't come as a surprise, considering he was the performance team leader but also a good teacher as well. He was sweet but strict, because when it comes to dancing, Soonyoung takes it seriously.
What did come as a surprise was when Chan asked if he could use some help. Soonyoung didn't judge him—everyone needs help at one point, even if you're a great dancer already, he was just taken aback. Chan often didn't ask for it because he is usually very independent, always determined to figure out things on his own, proving himself. One of many things Soonyoung admired about Chan. Either way, Soonyoung agreed to help Chan, of course.
"I just don't know why this move looks wrong to me?" Chan complained for the third time, a whine in his voice as Soonyoung watched as he continued to get frustrated. "Hitorijanai is our recent release! What if it looks inconsistent, hyung?"
Soonyoung shook his head, walking over to Chan and positioning his arms in the right way. Then, he takes his spot and does the moves the right way for Chan, singing the song as he does. Chan looks a little lost, but Soonyoung doesn't wait for him to blink out of his daze—the music beginning and the melody playing from the speakers. They both dance to the music and when it's over Chan looks flustered.
"What did I tell you about doubting yourself?" Soonyoung asks, voice gentle but firm so Chan knows he's being serious. "That is not the Chan I know. You're always so confident in yourself, Channie, you know that better than anyone."
Chan signs. "You're right, I just… get mad at myself for not being able to do things on my own."
"What?" Soonyoung steps closer, a hand coming up to rest on the younger's shoulder. "Chan, you're human. It happens, sometimes we need help. Being independent is one thing but ignoring your real feelings is another."
Chan is looking at him, ears red and a little smile twitching at his lips. "When did you become so… cool?"
Soonyoung lets out a shocked gasp, playful as he hits Chan's shoulder. "Hey! I'm your hyung, give me some respect."
Chan giggles, "Whatever!~"
When Chan tries to leave the practice room, Soonyoung decides to teach the little brat a lesson, grabbing his wrist and spinning the shorter boy around. The next thing Soonyoung knew is that he's hooking both his hands under Chan's thighs and lifting the boy up until the younger wraps his legs around Soonyoung's waist, gasping at the sudden action. "Wha–hyung! Put me down!"
Soonyoung gives him a teasing smile, "Nope! Not until you apologize and won't ever doubt yourself again!"
"That's not fair! Just put me down!"
When Soonyoung got a proper look at the younger, he realized how red Chan had gotten. Tilting his head to the side, Soonyoung leans closer and smirks. "Why are you blushing?"
"I'm not!" Chan puts his head down, nuzzling Soonyoung's neck and the older couldn't help but giggle. Chan was just so cute. "I'm sorry, please put me down."
"What are you sorry for?" Soonyoung teases, relentlessly. "C'mon! Be a good boy and tell me."
Chan became silent, and Soonyoung wondered if he said something wrong when he hadn't said anything for a few seconds. That's when Chan finally raises his head and looks at Soonyoung, when he could feel it.
Chan was hard.
"I'm sorry for being mean to you. I won't ever doubt myself," Chan whispers in a small voice. "Now put me down, pl-please."
Soonyoung did, and he didn't do it because Chan told him, but it was the look on his face that had him obeying and putting the younger man down. And Soonyoung couldn't say a word before Chan was running out the room, ears impossibly red and the hem of his shirt trying to cover as much of his embarrassment as he possibly could.
All Soonyoung could think was—fuck.
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Junhui often didn't work out, but when he did he brought someone with him because he didn't like doing it alone unless he was in a bad mood—which luckily was the exact opposite!
He was going to ask Jihoon, or Seungcheol, maybe even Mingyu but all thoughts left his head when he walked into the dongsaengs dorm, Chan on the couch with his face stuffed in the cushions. Junhui raised an eyebrow at the scene, it wasn't the weirdest thing he's walked in on, far from it actually. He was just confused.
"Chan?" Junhui asked, walking towards the younger. Chan flinched, as if he saw a bug, and rolled over with his bangs in his face. "What are you doing?"
"Regretting my life choices. You?" Chan said with a pout, starting to sit up with a groan. "My neck fucking hurts."
"Is this because of you and Soonyoung?" Junhui asks, taking a seat next to the younger and immediately starting to massage his neck.
"How'd you know?" Chan asks with a tiny moan, leaning into his touch.
Junhui giggles, "You aren't very subtle when you avoid someone. You almost knocked over the table when Soonyoung went to go sit next to you."
Chan sighs, "You have no idea what I'm going through."
"Whatever it is, I know you won't tell me," Junhui says with a chuckle when Chan goes to shove his shoulder. "But, I do know how to help."
"No! I don't want to play with your cat, he always bites me!"
"You're such a hater," Junhui mumbles and before Chan could whine some more, the older man covers his mouth. "We're going to the gym whether you like it or not."
When Junhui pulls his hand back Chan laughs in his face. "Fuck no! That's going to put me in a worse mood than I already am in!"
"Yeah, like I said, you have no choice. Come on," Junhui takes the younger by the hand, pulling him up effortlessly while Chan continues to struggle. "Come on, Channie! You can burn all your feelings while working out, I know what's best for you!"
Chan whines and holds back, "No! You can't make me! I'll call the others for backup! Help, help! I'm being kidnapped!"
"Stop being dramatic and let's go!" At this point, Junhui was increasingly getting frustrated, and when his patience finally wore thin, he pulled Chan towards him when the younger wasn't expecting it and threw him over his shoulder like he weighed nothing. "You're giving me no choice here."
"N-no! Stop it!" Chan exclaimed.
Junhui playfully slaps Chan's ass, laughing right after when the younger lets out a choked gasp. But Junhui stops when the younger one releases a sound that was between a moan and a whine. He doesn't know what happened after because Seungkwan comes downstairs and looks at both of them weirdly before rolling his eyes and grabbing a water bottle.
"Chan… I was just joking, I didn't know—"
Junhui couldn't even finish his sentence because Chan had run up the stairs and slammed the door to his room so hard he rattled all the paintings on the walls.
It was that bad.
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Minghao often didn't get annoyed. However, when he did, it was over something petty. But it definitely never involved Lee Chan.
Their bond was their strongest aspect. A lot of people admired it, Minghao being one of those people. He hated when his members fought, especially when they ignored each other instead of communicating because that's the worst and most immature thing to do, in his opinion.
Minghao had to do something about it because it seemed like the other three wouldn't talk or even look at each other anytime soon.
The Chinese man was waiting for his tea to boil while he scrolled through his phone mindlessly to waste some time. The other members had left a while ago to get something to eat, so Minghao had thought he was home alone.
Until Chan walked down the stairs.
Perfect opportunity.
"Oh? You haven't left with the others, hyung?" Chan asked, skipping over to the kitchen table and grabbing some of the strawberries in the center.
Minghao didn't reply, watching the younger with a straight face. Chan saw this and furrowed his eyebrows, confused. "Hey, what's wrong?"
"I think I should be asking that question," is what Minghao ends up saying, more harsh than he attended but he doesn't blame himself. He's sick of Chan acting like everything is okay when it's clearly not.
"Huh? What do you mean?" Chan continues to eat his strawberries innocently and that somehow fuels Minghao's impatience even more.
"You're ignoring both Junhui and Soonyoung hyung. We don't connect like we used to, not until two weeks ago. And I'm honestly getting more and more fed up 'cause none of you are even trying to fix this," Minghao didn't like how Chan seemed like he didn't care, so he put the strawberry aside and moved the basket out of his reach. "Stop. Listen to me."
"I was eating those!" Chan whines, which doesn't do anything but make Minghao increasingly frustrated.
"I don't care, Chan. You need to fix this because obviously the two adults can't do so," Minghao scoffs.
Chan looks unamused. "Why are you so worked up over this? No offense, but it's not your business."
That had done it for Minghao. When Chan turned to leave with the small basket of strawberries, Minghao didn't let him even step foot out of the kitchen when he turned him around and slammed the younger boy against the wall, successfully pinning him to it. Chan gasped, the basket falling on the ground and creating a soft thud. "I don't get what's going on, but whatever it is, it's making you become a brat. And you know how much I fuckin' hate brats."
Chan didn't look scared, he didn't look mad, or upset—he looked flustered. His ears were so red Minghao had this weird feeling, like he wanted to reach out and touch him. And he didn't miss the way a flush crawled up his neck and towards the high of his cheeks. Chan desperately tried to look anywhere but Minghao's eyes. It was cute.
"What's wrong?" Minghao asks, and he almost gasped at how deep his voice had gotten. "Look at me, Chan."
Chan did, he obeyed so quick Minghao had to take a sharp breath in. "H–hyung…"
"I know why you're avoiding them now," Minghao whispers, lips right against Chan's ear. "Do you like it? Easily being thrown around? Do you like how strong we are, Chan?"
Before Chan could say something, a whine getting stuck in his throat, the door was opening and Minghao pulled away so fast he hit his ass on the table. Mingyu, Hansol and Seokmin looked at them and the mess of strawberries on the floor. "Um…?"
"Don't even ask, just help throw them out," Minghao said. He didn't know if he was annoyed at the fact he couldn't get Chan to answer, or they got interrupted. Either way, it absolutely sucked when Mingyu teased Chan for how red his face was.
All Minghao could think was that he had a plan. A plan that needed two other people.