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Minho lives by his own rules. Chan knows this.
He will do what he wants and no one can stop him. Chan knows this.
Chan knows that sometimes Minho does things simply to shock the people around him, he knows this very well.
But he is still gaping at Minho with disbelief.
Minho gets Chan's attention with an ice cube in his mouth. He points at the cube then gestures toward Chan's mouth.
Minho wants to pass the ice cube from mouth to mouth.
Chan stares while Minho finishes with all the pointing and gesturing. He is clearly telling Chan that they should all pass the ice cube from mouth to mouth. But for some reason the one thing that truly registers in his brain is the part where Minho's eyes flick down to Chan's lips.
Chan isn't stupid though. He knows they are on camera. He just resigns to pasting a bewildered and disgusted expression on his face. The bewilderment is real. The disgust isn't. But no one needs to know that. Especially not Minho.
He gulps a bit before saying some camera appropriate thing to Minho and then they both laugh together. It's just a bit for the fans. Minho was just being funny for the camera. Chan knows this.
And yet, when Minho's eyes flick to his lips again, he begins wondering how much of it was just for being funny.
Their vlive finally ends and they all get up to stretch and head back to the dorm. Everyone pairs up while walking, like they usually do.
So once again, it's not a surprise that Chan and Minho get paired up as well.
Somehow Minho has gotten hold of another ice cube. Chan realises this when he turns to look at him and he pops it into his mouth before giving Chan a very satisfied smile.
Chan was already getting tortured by the smirk and that look in his eyes but Minho apparently decides that's not enough.
"Want it, hyung?" he says with the ice in his mouth, so it sounds a little funny but Chan feels his face grow hot from the second invitation and the way Minho is openly looking at his lips now. "What, hyung? You really thought I wouldn't see through your fake disgust?"
"I-" Chan looks frantically to the other kids who are all walking in front of them, none of them paying attention. "What?"
"You want it or not, hyung?"
"But what if they see?" says Chan, because that apparently is his first thought. "What if one of the kids turn behind and see-"
"I'm not hearing a no," says Minho and swallows. "But the cube's gone now, because you took too long to answer. Pity, I was hoping we could..."
Minho doesn't finish his sentence, he doesn't need to. Chan's entire face is red by now. Minho has done what he wanted to do: embarrass Chan. That was probably his intention all along.
Yes, that must be it. Chan is easy to fluster, everyone knows that. He gets shy and giggles and hides his face every two minutes. He is also the oldest so he knows what it's like to be the victim to random jokes and jabs.
But Minho isn't just anyone. He is the person Chan has been crushing on for some time now. It's different and Chan wonders if Minho noticed how much it affects him.
They step into their dorm and someone immediately claims the shower. The rest of them go back into their rooms. Chan decides to do some work too in his room until Minho stops him.
"Hey, can you-" he says, grabbing Chan's forearm. Chan looks at him questioningly. In response, Minho drops Chan's hand and opens the freezer of the refrigerator.
"Min...ho?" says Chan, throat feeling tight. How long is Minho going to make fun of him?
Minho gives him a tiny, genuine smile. "You know, I wasn't kidding. At least not the second time."
He takes out the tray of ice cubes. Chan stares at his face, then down at the ice cubes, then back up at his face again.
"You can say no of course," says Minho. "But I have a feeling that you don't want to."
No, Chan doesn't want to. That doesn't mean he's not wary of whatever the fuck is happening. Because holy shit. Is this really happening?
"So?" says Minho and for the third time, pops an ice cube into his mouth, ice and tongue occasionally poking his cheeks.
Chan takes a shaky step forward, praying that he doesn't embarrass himself somehow. He grabs the back of Minho's neck, whether to stabilise himself or to stabilise Minho, he himself doesn't know.
Chan leans forward and presses his lips against Minho's.
Minho's lips immediately open up underneath his and he pushes the ice with his tongue to sit on the junction of both of their lips. His lips feel cold, his tongue feels cold and the ice definitely feels cold, but Chan feels heat surge through him. It's burning him up, it's making him press his lips against Minho's with more insistence.
Minho pushes the ice fully inside Chan's mouth. It takes all but a few seconds for it to melt completely and that's when they finally break their open mouthed kiss.
"That was nice," says Minho and Chan is pleased to note the colour on the tips of his ears. At least he isn't the only one affected by all this.
"Yeah it was," says Chan. What is he supposed to do now? Can he kiss him again? Or was it a one time thing? God, Chan hopes not.
Minho finally meets Chan's eyes. "You know, we can do that again."
"We can?"
"Yes, dummy. We can. Don't think I haven't noticed how you have been looking at me for ages now."
Chan blushes. Furiously. Minho noticed that?
"And I kept giving you hints but you just wouldn't take them," says Minho, sounding frustrated. "I practically invited you to kiss me today but it took me putting ice in my mouth at least three times for you to take the damn offer."
"Hey, that's not fair! I couldn't have kissed you on camera! And the second time we had no privacy. What if someone had seen-"
Minho huffs loudly and cups Chan's face with both his hands. Chan goes quiet immediately.
"Can you kiss me already?" he says. "Or do I have to do all the work?"
Chan wraps his arms around Minho's waist and pulls him in tightly. "If you want me to, sure."
"Yes, hyung," Minho rolls his eyes, despite the way he goes slack in Chan's hold. "I want you to. It's very obvious by now."
His hands leave Chan's face and go down to smack his butt instead. With both hands. Chan makes an undignified noise of surprise and glares at Minho. Then he cuts off Minho's giggles with his lips.
Their lips are still a bit cold but the friction and passion soon warm them up and leave them breathless.
"I expect more kisses from you, Bang Chan," says Minho as Chan reluctantly lets him go.
"You will get them," says Chan. "Unprompted."
Minho makes a face of disgust and Chan just laughs. "I have to go back to my room now. Enough flirting for today."
Is it enough though, wonders Chan once Minho is gone. He feels like he can never get enough of Minho.
"Fucking finally," grumbles Changbin, when Chan enters his, Felix's and Changbin's room. "I was this close to grabbing both your heads and smashing them together. There's a a limit to everything."
"Go to sleep," says Chan, avoiding eye contact.
"No."
Chan sighs. Well, at least he knows teasing is a small price to pay for Minho's kisses.
("Who the hell left the tray of ice cubes outside? They have all melted."
Chan wills himself to not look up. To not look guilty.
Apparently he didn't need to. Hyunjin stares at him and then at Minho before a shit-eating grin covers his whole face. "Oh I see."
"Just make new ice cubes Hyunjin, it's not rocket science," grumbles Minho. Chan doesn't look at him but he can imagine how embarrassed he looks.
"And neither is kissing but look how long it took you both."
"Hyunjin."
"Okay, okay, no need to get violent.")