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Chan would be the first to defend Minho had anyone accused their main dancer of being cold and heartless.
Over the years, Minho had proven time and time again just how warm-hearted, good-natured, and kind-spirited he actually was despite the intimidating, sarcastic, threatening exterior he conveniently displayed whenever they were on camera.
That man cared a lot towards the younger members. Chan was sure of it.
He was as sure of it as he was of the fact that, somehow, for some unknown reason, Minho cared only for the younger members. That Minho disliked him.
But it was not like Minho was ever mean to him. Chan was just too observant to overlook the fact that Minho just treated him… differently .
It was so damn obvious in the way that the younger would initiate skinship with the others and reject or react badly to Chan’s. The way that, at times, Minho even seemed to struggle to hold eye contact with him. It showed in the way that, in all the years they’ve been in the same group, Minho had never - not once - asked Chan to run an errand with or eat out with.
Chan tried to be nonchalant about it, but it wasn’t always easy. He had always been a bit of a people pleaser; he needed everyone to like him and that personality trait was admittedly more crippling than convenient Besides, the matter probably wouldn’t bother him as much as it did if it wasn’t for the fact that he had quite the big, fat crush on the younger.
But it was more than that. This wasn’t just about his unrequited feelings. (Or so he would like to think.)
“Channie hyung?” Speak of the devil (bunny).
“Hmmm?” Chan twirled around in his chair to face the younger, wondering what was so important that Minho had not only paid their dorm a visit, but even went out of his way to seek out Chan.
“I’m going to do a quick run to the convenience store. You need me to pick up anything for you?”
“I can go with you-”
“Uhm, no it’s okay! You look like you’re in the middle of a project,” the younger hurriedly said, motioning towards Chan’s laptop where a project was indeed open. Almost as if he would prefer that Chan not come along.
But it wasn’t as if Chan had been making much progress either, what with his thoughts being filled with the man who was poking his head into his room at that very moment anyway.
“No, it’s okay, I-”
“I’ll just drag Hyunjin or Jisung with me or something,” Minho assured him with an uneasy smile.
Case in point.
Chan sighed and gave Minho what he’d hoped was a neutral smile. No use insisting. Minho never seemed to be a fan of his only hyung’s company anyway.
“I also brought over some leftover sundubu jjigae. I left them on the kitchen counter, in case you haven’t eaten yet.”
“Thanks, Minho-yah. I’ll be sure to tell the other three so they can help themselves.”
Minho didn’t seem to like Chan’s reponse judging by the frown that suddenly took over his beautiful face and Chan wondered what was up with that.
Finally making actual progress on the track he was mixing, a few moments later found Chan’s stomach making that noise he was sadly already very familiar with. So he made his way out to the kitchen while he sent a message to his dormmates telling them about the food that Minho had brought over for them. He wasn’t sure where they were at the moment - for all he knew, they were just in their respective rooms - but Chan did not want to risk disturbing their rest if they were.
To his surprise, Jisung and Hyunjin replied to tell him that they actually already had some, having eaten supper with Minho over at the other dorm some hours ago.
Chan rubbed a hand tiredly over his face. He couldn't recall being invited over to join them earlier. Minho didn’t even bother telling him that the others have already had some of his sundubu jjigae.
Perhaps things were more serious than Chan had initially considered.
As he scooped up some rice from the cooker and helped himself to the stew Minho had cooked, Chan began to mull over all the other times that he’d probably been too dense to notice that Minho had singled him out like this. Not for any reason like calling the younger out, but more for the masochistic part of him that wanted enough reasons to finally try to get over his crush on Minho.
Perhaps if he meditated enough times about the fact that Minho didn’t even like him as a friend, then he’d learn to get rid of his attraction towards their group’s dance leader.
There was that time when Chan asked - although in a half-joking manner - Minho to try to replicate his Mom’s lamb chops for his birthday. The younger, of course, did not grant him his birthday wish despite having cooked all the requested dishes that the millennium babies of their group asked for their birthdays the previous month.
Minho also seemed to want nothing to do with him whenever they were oncam and Chan understood. Part of Lee Know branding was being all over and being all about Jisung. They were really good friends - probably well on their way to becoming more than friends, actually - and their main rapper would always be mentioned somehow some way wherever Minho was talking about the members. Those two also frequently teamed up or paired up with each other wherever they were given the freedom to choose, they mentioned each other frequently during their solo vlives, in their bubble messages, and they went out a lot. The list seemed to never end. Chan didn’t even come close.
And at least, the other younger members got to experience being on the receiving end of Minho’s affection and attention once their official schedules were over. But not the same could be said about Minho when it came to Chan.
As Chan scooped the last out of the bowl of stew that Minho had brought over, he’d successfully dampened his own mood. He knew he was being dramatic and pessimistic but what else could he do when the signs were there? There really must be something about him - probably something he’d done or said in the past that Minho had found so repulsive, that the younger hadn’t wanted to pursue at least a deeper friendship with him; one that was beyond being leader & member, hyung & dongsaeng.
Chan wondered if it even was worth trying to talk to the younger about. What if he was just overthinking? What if it was just his stupid crush creating scenarios in his head to justify his own hopelessness & inability to confess his feelings? Even worse, what if it ran deeper than just Minho disliking him as a person? What if Minho actually, truly hated-
No. No. Chan stopped himself there.
Minho did not have a hateful bone in his body. Neither was he one to say things that he didn’t mean just for the sake of the cameras or flattery. The younger wouldn’t have waxed lyrical multiple times oncam about how great of a leader Chan was hadn’t he truly meant it. Not that it said anything about how he viewed Chan as a person, friend, and teammate.
Perhaps, to Minho, being Chan the leader of Stray Kids and being just Bang Christopher Chan were two separate and entirely different things.
Chan began putting away his dirty utensils, instantly feeling sorry about finishing all of the stew up despite not being certain that Changbin has had some himself. He picked up his phone and texted their third oldest member.
“I accidentally finished up all of the stew that Minho brought over. Hyung will make it up to youuuu~ Love ya, Binnie~”
Chan guessed he’d just have to treat Changbin out to some meal as restitution for eating all the food up like a man starved. (Well, that was what Chan technically was, remembering that his last proper meal prior to this was lunch yesterday. He did have an energy bar earlier that morning though.)
He hoped Changbin would forgive him.
*
If there was anything that Chan wasn’t, it was a quitter.
But somehow, over night, he’d come to the decision to finally make an active effort to get over his crush on Minho. He knew it was going to be hard, having spent the last couple of years gushing inside his head about how cutely Minho looked when he’d just woken up, or when he’d just taken a shower, or right after he had just wiped off all the makeup their stylist noonas had put on his face. It almost seemed virtually impossible to have Minho flash that wide, beautiful, toothy grin of his that has his eyes sparkling and not have his heart start beating erratically inside his chest.
Chas has had a crush on him for so long, that just thinking about finally getting over his feelings by the end of this all had him feeling accomplished. Like he’d be a new man. Like… he wouldn’t know himself apart from his all-consuming infatuation with the younger and just about everything that Minho was, and everything that Minho did.
Chan needed to do a lot of staying away. But he guessed it wouldn’t be too difficult with Minho doing all the work in that department enough for the both of them. But, still, perhaps, Chan would need a lot of hugs & brownies from Felix and a whole lot of cuddles from the other members. He was sure Seungmin or Felix or Hyunjin would be up for it.
Thankfully, the leader also need not worry about the members trying to pry about what got him all sulky and sad. They’d learned over the years that as rare as Chan’s need-a-pick-me-up moments were, it was no use trying to get their oldest hyung to open up to them. And it was not because Chan neither trusted them to keep it private nor did he doubt that the younger ones could give him sound advice. Chan just didn’t want to risk the members also feeling burdened by whatever was weighing him down.
About a month in his Operation: Avoid Devil Bunny In Hopes of Fucking Finally Getting Over Him, Chan was damn near his breaking point. He both wanted to stop fighting his feelings and also wanted for his feelings to go away and disappear into thin air immediately. He’d become damn near insane, actually.
So he was immensely grateful when the company had granted them a few days break. That meant that only Felix was in the other dorm. Unlike the two of them, the other members who need not fly out of the country to visit their families almost always spent a few days back in their respective homes. So Chan saw this as an opportunity to be clingy and whiny with his little brother Felix.
Lugging his blanket and pillows with him, Chan let himself inside the other dorm calling out quite loudly as soon as he’d stepped inside the doorway, “Lixie-yaaaaah. Can we watch a movie? Or can you bake me some brownieees? We could also just snuggle. Entertain meeee.”
So he jumped with a start when he turned the corner from the entryway to the kitchen and found the object of his dilemma right in front of him.
“Minho? What are you doing here?”
“I won’t be leaving until tomorrow,” Minho shrugged before turning back to whatever he was in the middle of chopping, before Chan intruded.
“Why?” Chan hadn’t meant to sound like he did not want the younger staying but he was almost sure Minho had interpreted it that way, judging by how the younger seemed to fluster after a look of offense overtook his handsome features. The oldest wanted to backtrack and expound on his question to clear the air but Minho had already opened his mouth to respond.
“Jisung told me your refrigerator and cupboards were empty as fuck,” he said, turning to boil some water in a pot. “And at this point,” Minho continued, “You guys will be stuffing your faces with Yongbok’s cookies and brownies to diabetes. So I’m cooking a few dishes to leave you guys with. Not that I’m sure that you will actually eat them, much less, eat them on time.”
Well, Chan was just glad that Minho hadn’t asked what right the leader had to question his stay in his own dorm. So he tried to make light of his own internal worries and replied in a light manner. “You’d be surprised to know (or not ha ha ha) that Jisung actually eats well. And on time, too!” Chan chirped with a fake laugh, partly proud of Jisung’s healthy eating habits and partly hurt that, of course, Minho was staying behind for Jisung. “But he has already left for Incheon though?”
Minho’s face fell again, in that manner that was both so abrupt and suspicious, Chan couldn’t help thinking that he’d missed something that Minho had intentionally laced between the lines of his previous response.
“Oh, Channie hyung!” Lixie entered Chan’s field of vision just then, making Minho snap his mouth shut. “I knew I heard your annoying ass voice.”
Turning to their blonde dancer, Chan smiled guiltily.
“Are we having a sleepover again?” Felix asked, cocking his head towards the blankets and pillows still in Chan’s arms.
“I didn’t know Minho was staying tonight,” Chan chuckled awkwardly as if that answered the youngest’s question.
“So you two have ‘sleepovers’ whenever we’re away on breaks?”
“Not always, Minho hyung. Just when this old man’s being extra clingy.”
“And when does he usually become extra clingy? You sure it’s not all the time?”
“Only when something’s bothering him and he refuses to talk about-”
“HA HA HA!” Chan interrupted, “Enough of making me out to be a dramatic old man, Lixie.” He glanced at Minho nervously, surprised that the playful mirth had left their main dancer’s eyes completely, replaced with a searching gaze directed to Chan himself, that made the leader bristle.
“With how emotionally and mentally strong Channie hyung is, I never would’ve guessed that anything ever bothered him. That, or I’m just not qualified to listen to hyung’s worries,” Minho said as he poked his head inside the refrigerator. But Chan heard the slight accusation from Minho’s voice loud & clear.
“Of course not, Minho-yah.” Chan weakly protested, sounding defensive and untruthful even to his own ears.
“Of course not,” Feilx - sweet, oblivious Felix - echoed their leader’s words.
But how could Chan ever tell Minho that he couldn’t be opening his worries up to him because he was exactly what worried him usually? Or, his feelings for Minho, to be exact.
Neither Chan nor Felix believed Minho when the second oldest member declared the hour before sun-down that he would be leaving tonight instead of tomorrow morning as originally planned.
“There’s ganjang gejang, samgyetang, and bossam in the fridge. You could just pop them into the microwave to reheat them,” Minho repeated for the umpteenth time as he slid his shoes on, then wore his mask.
“I can’t promise you there’ll still be some left for Jisung when he returns,” Chan said, faking a jesting, playful tone to his voice even when his heart was sunken in all the jealous feelings he’s harboring towards Jisung.
And Minho just gaped at him for a moment before shaking his head and closing the door behind him.
Chan felt frustrated. Mostly confused at Minho’s reactions recently, but still mostly frustrated. He was nowhere near getting rid of his feelings and even worse, he could feel the awkwardness & strain between himself with Minho now. He was so upset with himself, how he’d been acting, and how he’d been feeling.
“Okay, what was that about?” Felix’s voice broke through his thoughts.
“What was what about?”
“I know awkward tension when I see it, and you two didn’t even properly say goodbye to each other.”
“The hell would I know, Lixie? I just jokingly promised him that we’ll eat his cooking well, didn’t I?”
“You did? Huh. ‘Cause that wasn’t what it sounded like to me, hyung. That sounded like you were implying that he cooked only for Jisung.”
“Didn’t he?” Chan muttered under his breath.
“Hyung, you’re stupid.”
“Am not!”
“And you’re also dense to boot.”
Chan was so confused. Neither Minho nor Felix were making any sense.
By the end of their sleepover, Chan was just left feeling more confused than before. But he was, at least, resolute in making sure that the person who Minho cooked for actually tasted some of what Minho left for them to eat. So Chan made sure to eat a smaller portion than he normally would eat so there would be some left for Jisung once he arrived back in the dorms from Incheon.
The morning everyone was expected to return, Chan sent Jisung a text message. “Why didn’t you tell Minho that you were not staying back at the dorms during break?”
Then he sent another one, “Anyway, I made sure to set aside some for you when you get back later.”
And another one. “Although Lixie was adamant that we could finish it all up.”
And yeah, because he was Bang Chan, he made sure to send one last. “I left them in the fridge. Just reheat them. I’ll be in my room or my studio.”
By the following weekend, the matter regarding the food that Minho left for the kids was already out of Chan’s mind. He usually holed himself up in either his room or the studio, drowning himself in projects left and right - projects that no one needed for him to complete, actually.
But being in the dorms with nothing to do during his free time had just always been too much. His thoughts had always been too loud to silence unless it was with music.
Of course, he saw this as beneficial also when working on his music meant that the only people he had lots of opportunity to interact with, were Changbin and Jisung. Perhaps the more he stayed away from Minho, the easier it eventually would be.
Another typical night meant that Chan was still in his studio some hours past midnight, too focused on his work to realize that he’d had nothing to eat the entire day aside from the apple he grabbed before he was on his way to the agency around lunchtime.
So when a gentle knock on the door of the studio sounded at around half past three in the morning, Chan was puzzled. No one - not even the kids - usually swung by around this hour anymore.
So Chan took off his headphones, looked away from the project he had open, and slid his chair so he could crane his neck and see - in immense confusion - the very man he’d been avoiding for close to months now.
Lee Minho.
And the younger’s eyes were all wet and puffy, nose red, and eyebrows furrowed in what was obvious sorrow.
And despite himself and everything, worry & panic unfurled in Chan’s chest, prompting his body to stride towards where Minho was looking so sad and dejected by the door.
With no second thought, Chan gathered his member in his arms comfortingly. “Hey, hey, what happened?”
And Minho, who seemed to be bursting at the seams with sadness only cried harder as the older’s arms came around him.
Chan was but a weak, weak man. Especially when it came to Lee Minho. Forget all the effort and energy he had poured into trying to stay away from Minho. Chan swore inside his head that whoever made Minho cry would have a piece of his mind because as much as he’d hoped that this more-than-a-little-crush kind of feelings he had for the younger went away, no one came for his members. Especially not Minho who had always been so strong.
He shepherded the younger towards the couch, letting him cry into his own hands as Chan reached out to stroke soothing patterns down his member’s back. Fuck his feelings. Minho needed his leader and Chan would be the last one to deprive him that comfort.
But still, of course, Chan doubted if he was either the best person to comfort Minho or the one that Minho actually wanted comfort from.
“Minho-yah… Do you need me to get anyone? Our manager? Any of the members? Perhaps-”
Minho only shook his head, taking Chan by surprise as he launched his body towards the older, wrapping his arms around his leader’s waist until the other had no choice but to once again wrap Minho in his embrace.
“Sssshhh,” he cooed, continuing with the soothing movements with one hand while the other gathered Minho’s head closer to his chest.
And he didn’t mind one bit that his shirt was now soaking wet with a combination of tears and snot. He’d be patient. “You don’t have to talk about it, yeah? But hyung’s here, Minho-yah. Just in case...”
It took about ten minutes for the younger to calm down a bit and by the time Minho had begun to put back some distance between them two, Chan was worried beyond comprehension.
Minho fisted angirly at his tears and stared at his lap like it was the most interesting thing in the world. Until he finally began to speak. “Jisung showed me your text messages to him… When… When he was in Incheon… During our last break...”
Of course, it was Jisung again- Wait. Huh? Why were they talking about Chan’s messages to their main rapper during their last break?
Chan felt his eyebrows meet on his forehead, trying to not look weirded out that this was the first thing out of Minho’s mouth after he’s come down from the biggest meltdown Chan has ever witnessed from him.
“Felix told me you barely ate any of the food I left.”
Yeah. That was right. But only because Chan wanted to make sure that Jisung - whom Minho cooked it for - actually had some of it. But what’s that got to do with why Minho was crying?
Chan kept quiet wondering where Minho was going with this. But he would offer their dance leader his patience.
“Changbin also told me you promised to treat him to a meal.”
Chan felt the need to explain that one. But hell if he knew why himself. “Yeah, because I ended up finishing all the sundubu jjigae you brought over that last time.”
Minho still had yet to look at Chan, but he suddenly let out a weary huff, almost as if he was frustrated at something or someone. Chan feared that it was him for whatever reason - because why else would Minho be here in his studio? - but the way that Minho was shaking his head sharply gave Chan a sinking feeling in his stomach.
“Hyunjin told me he dropped by about two hours ago, and announced to the others - including me - that you, of course, haven’t had a proper meal today yet.”
“Minho, I don’t understand-”
The sigh that Minho let out was too audible and too deep for Chan to be able to continue what he was about to say. Minho clenched his fists in his lap and concentrated on them again as he said, “And like the stupid, lovesick, hopeless man that I was, I was already in my kitchen not even half an hour after Hyunjin shared that informration in passing, once again cooking for the man I love who I’m sure would misunderstand the affectionate gesture again. Like he always did. But I couldn’t handle it anymore. So I just came here, Channie hyung.”
Chan wasn’t stupid. But holy fuck, it seemed like he had been…?
The creeping realization that he had been a damn, clueless idiot was rising in his stomach making him feel nauseous and disappointed with himself altogether. Because surely, Minho didn’t mean-
“Minho, are you actually saying that…”
“I’m saying that I fell in love with a thick-skulled man and it was just unfortunate that I’m as chicken as he is dense. So because I didn’t know how to get my feelings across, I thought that he’d at least have a clue if I went out of my way to make sure he was always eating well; always eating on time.” Sniffing pitifully, Minho still avoided his gaze.
And maybe that was a good thing because it gave Chan the courage to speak. “But, Minho, I- I always thought you wanted nothing to do with me had I not been your leader-”
“Trust me, hyung, the kids are damn near busting my eardrums with an earful left and right drilling onto me why I was going about expressing my feelings the wrong way so I’ve been trying, hyung,” Minho said, launching in a tirade with a soulless chuckle, “Really, I have been trying. But clearly it didn’t work. (And I- I don’t know, your love language might not be acts of service or something?)”
“Lee Minho-” Chan tried but the younger seemed to be determined to get everything out of his chest, turning slightly on the couch so that he was facing his leader as he confessed.
“So let me break it down for you, Channie hyung. I-” the dancer took a deep breath before letting the dam break and speaking words that had Chan’s mind reeling. “I love you, Channie hyung. But god, you’re so - The sundubu jjigae was for you . You need not make it up to Changbin for finishing it all. Also, I stayed back a day more during our last break because I’d wanted to cook for you . It was never for any of the kids because god knows I already feed them way too much. But you-”
“ You love me? ”
Minho chuckled in surprise, voice now steady and confident despite the tear tracks running down his beautiful face and the blush creeping up his cheeks. “I do and I thought for sure that I had gone about expressing them to you the right way but clearly, I’m mistaken!”
“Minho, I never really would have thought-” Chan trailed off, pretty sure he was blushing as red as a tomato, too, mirroring the younger who has now reverted to avoiding his eyes.
“Yeah, because it was always Jisung this and Jisung that as if he was anything more to me than a best friend, and the first one who knew about how disgustingly besotted and helplessly in love I am with you.”
“Jisung knows?”
“Have you been listening to me at all?”
“I- I’m sorry-”
“Channie hyung, practically everyone else knows already, except you!”
This was it. It was now or never. This was Chan’s chance to confess.
With a slight tremble to his voice, Chan mumbled under his breath - still loud enough for Minho to hear, “Yeah, probably because I was too busy trying not to be consumed by my feelings for you , that I failed to notice that it was mutual.”
And that got Minho floundering now, turning even redder and snapping his mouth shut to blink at the older like a curious cat. “You like me back?” he asked as if that was such an impossible truth to fathom.
“I love you back, Minho.”
“What?! Since when?!”
“Probably around our first world tour…? But I think I may have had a crush on you since day 1, actually,” Chan whispered softly, hands itching to touch something, do something, hold something, as he wrung his fingers around nervously.
Minho threw his head back suddenly, laughing like a man gone crazy, bouncing a bit in his seat and clapping his hands together as if their mutual stupidity was so amusing to him.
And Bang Chan fell in love with this strange, stubborn man in front of him again. For the thousandth time.
“Oh my god, Channie hyung, we are idiots!”
*
It was safe to say that after Minho got past his initial incredulity at the ridiculous situation the two of them found themselves in, the bashfulness set in. So did the gravity of the fact that they were both idols who almost everyone assumed to be straight.
And, of course, Chan was quick to catch and interpret the way Minho’s face suddenly dimmed down, features taking a serious expression.
“Hey,” Chan whispered softly, finally taking Minho’s hand in both of his. “You still with me?”
Minho first blushed at how Chan’s hands seemed to swallow his before he braved looking the older in the eye and offering a somewhat guilty smile. “Yes, Channie hyung.” Chan knew him - and each one of the kids - too well. Minho couldn’t decide if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
“Can you, at least not worry your pretty little mind yet and let us enjoy the fact that I love you and you love me?” the older asked a bit sheepishly as Minho saw the furious blush that had gone away earlier, return in the pink dusting his leader’s cheeks again.
“ You love me… ” Minho sighed dreamily almost in disbelief as he searched Chan’s eyes for assurance, squeezing the older’s hand.
“I do, Minho-yah. And I’m so glad you love me, too.” Chan finished his declaration with a soft kiss pressed to Minho’s knuckles.
“But Channie hyung, we are-”
“We’ll make it work. We’ll figure it out. Or I’ll die trying… If that’s what you want…”
Minho nodded eagerly, pulling at his hand so the older knew that he wanted him close. “I do want that. You. Us. Together like this.”
And Chan responded with his face splitting into this bright, beautiful smile, obviously endeared at how certain & eager Minho seemed to want to keep him. “Alright then,” Chan said, boldness taking over as he leaned in to peck Minho on the cheek. “Then you can trust hyung to do everything I can to not only protect you-”
Feigning indifference to the bold show of affection he’d just recieved, Minho playfully rolled his eyes and grumbled, “Please, you've been doing that for ages-”
“But also protect… this . Us . How ever fragile this may be for now-”
“Oh, Channie hyung, there’s nothing fragile about how I feel for you,” Minho breathed as he lifted his free hand to caress Chan’s cheek. “I love you with the intensity of a hurricane, Channie hyung, like almost to the level I love my cats.”
Pressing a soft kiss to his palm, Chan giggled, “Minho, you’ll have to stop saying things like that or-”
“Or what?” Minho challenged, cocking an eyebrow teasingly at Chan.
And thus began Chan’s long journey of learning just how big & terrible of a menace Minho could get.
*
They’d of course wanted to hide the fact that they were together together from the kids, at least, for a few months but things didn’t always go one’s away. Neither was Minho the most careful when it comes to keeping his loving gazes and need for physical intimacy at bay.
So it was’t that big of a shock to the group leader when Changbin cornered him in his studio with nothing more than a “Either you confirm your dating status with Minho hyung to the kids or make Minho hyung stop with the not very subtle eye-fucking because I swear to god, if I hear one more justification as to why or why not you two are dating, my ears will start bleeding. Fucking make it stop, Channie hyung. Especially Hyunjin and Seungmin - those two have put real, actual, money on the line.”
“Wait. The kids are placing bets on whether or not Minho and I are dating?”
“Yes, they are.”
“Who bet on which one and how much?” Chan joked, just to tease Changbin.
“Hyung!”
Chan laughed at their rapper’s demise, fishing his phone out of his pocket, “Oh, Minho would love to hear about this.”
But that night, when Chan came home to Minho in his bed, the silly little bets that the kids placed regarding their relationship status was the last thing Minho wanted to hear about. The younger had his mind set on… other things.
Things to write a few implicitly rated songs about. Things that make for memories that would definitely make him blush remembering in the future. God, he was crazy about Lee Minho.
(And Lee Minho always made sure Chan knew he was as crazy about him, too.)