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"Nice cock, bro."
"Hey, thanks, man." Chan smiles up at Jisung from his position sprawled on his back on the couch, naked as the day he was born. "I'm really liking the results on my new T gel. My dick is getting huge."
"Dude, that's awesome. You're bulking super well too lately, lots of progress. I hope you're seeing it too." Jisung pats Chan's (sturdy) pecs and walks past him into the kitchen to rummage through the cabinets. "I'm gonna make a smoothie with the rest of the choco protein powder, you want half?"
"Duh!" Chan deserves this. He had a great workout earlier with Changbin, showered, but hadn't gotten around to eating yet, and Jisung makes smoothies better than Chan can. If he can earn one just by lying on the couch with his legs spread comfortably, then all the better.
"Chan, stop fucking manspreading and shove over," Changbin grumbles as he shuffles into the living room, shirtless but at least wearing pants after his own shower. "My thighs hurt so fucking bad, what even was that workout."
"Minho turned me onto it, he said I need thighs to match my ass." Chan grins and lifts one leg, propping it on the back of the couch so there's room on the couch for Changbin to sit. Barely.
Changbin rolls his eyes, but he shoves Chan's leg up far enough to make him let out a noise of complaint and collapses on his chest. "Hyuuuuung," he whines. "You're so mean. I don't have that kind of ass, my thighs are fine. Why did you make me do all those fucking squats."
"Then perish," Chan says mercilessly, picking up his phone again. "Payback for the time you made me box you and immediately punched me in the boob."
"That was years ago!" Changbin cries, but Chan is unmoved. "You don't even have the boob anymore, you can't hold it against me."
"I can do what I want," Chan says, sticking out his tongue. "Including drink your tears for the rest of the day."
The sound of the blender covers up the rattle of someone opening the front door, but then they trip over where someone (Changbin) had left their shoes in the front hall and swear loudly. Both Chan and Changbin jerk half-upright in a tangle of limbs to see Minho trundle in, still grumbling, and Seungmin trailing after him.
"Of course hyung is naked," Seungmin snorts, though he looks oddly... relieved about it. "Some things never change."
Chan raises an eyebrow. "You never had a problem with it before. Do you have to make it weird now that you don't live with me anymore? Or are you just feeling threatened by how big my dick is getting?"
The last part is mostly a joke- it's not like he's going to need to get rid of his packer anytime soon- but Minho interrupts before Seungmin can shoot back. "No dick-measuring contests, literal or otherwise, before nine PM. That's firmly in the area of sleepover activity."
"Are you planning on staying for a sleepover?" Chan says dryly. "Or are you just here to harass me for being comfortable in my own home?"
Minho sniffs. "And why shouldn't we have a sleepover? It's been a while and I'm sure you gym gremlins have been living off protein shakes and takeout ever since."
"Hey! I made jjajangmyeon and it was good." Hyunjin pouts, emerging from his room to join the chaos. His hands are smudged with charcoal, but that doesn't stop him from hanging off Seungmin, who sighs but allows it, and whining his heart out. "We ate that for a couple days."
"Did you eat anything else for a couple days?" Seungmin snarks. It's not like he's wrong, so Chan stays silent. He's already dreaming of Minho's tangsuyuk and radish kimchi and japchae and fuck, maybe they can even whine at him enough to get him to make that pho recipe he did before once...
The front door opens again, interrupting Chan's daydreams of a hearty square meal, and this time it's Jeongin's clear "Fuck!" as he trips over Changbin's shoes. Changbin winces, moving to get up and presumably actually put his shoes away, but Chan is comfy and warm with another body sprawled over his, thanks, so he wraps his arms around Changbin's shoulders and tugs him down. "Stay," he says firmly.
"Oh? Hyung wants to cuddle?" That's a dangerous look in Jisung’s eyes as he emerges from the kitchen with smoothies in hand. Chan's eyes go wide and he squirms, trying to get out from under Changbin, but he's doomed himself. Changbin goes limp like dead weight, and Chan is forced to stay and be squished when Jisung sets aside the tumblers and flops on top of them both, reaching down to tickle Chan's sides. "Hyung can have all the cuddles he wants," Jisung coos as Chan wheezes with laughter, flailing unsuccessfully to try and free himself.
Seungmin, never one to give up the chance to bully Chan even if it means participating in skinship, is the next to join the pile. His weight rolls them off the couch in an ungainly tumble, which Chan almost manages to scramble up and out of, but then Minho grabs him around the waist and drags him back to be pinned to the floor under the oppressive loving of the group. Is Chan upset about it? No, not really, but he has to pretend, which is why when even Jeongin puts his phone away and lies on Chan's leg to smack at his ass, he yells loud enough to make the others wince and complain right back at him.
"Shut up-"
"We're gonna get another noise complaint, hyung-"
"I give you cuddles just like you wanted and this is the thanks I get?"
"You're all having cuddle time without me?" Chan twists like a landed trout just enough to see Felix standing by the couch with his hands on his hips, pouting. "I can't believe Jeongin had to text me to tell me. You're all so rude."
"Sorry, sunshine," Chan gasps. "Little busy here."
"Dumbass." Felix kneels down, plants a kiss on Chan's forehead, and starts shoving members off of him. Once Chan isn't weighted down, he happily lets Felix drag him up and toss him back onto the couch, twining their legs together. "You don't have anything else to do today, do you? Great, glad to hear it, you need some rest. I prescribe anime and cuddle time."
"Thanks, Doctor Felix," Chan says. "What would I do without your tender care?"
"Die at your desk after a hundred hours without sleep," Felix says. "Duh. Shut up and get comfortable, you're not moving for a few hours."
"Yes sir." Chan sits back, deliberately manspreading again and slinging one arm around Felix's shoulder. "Guess you have to get the remote then. And my smoothie, it's gonna melt. And-"
Felix punches Chan's shoulder, but he leans over and grabs the remote, then Chan's smoothie and presses it right against Chan's crotch to make him yelp and jump. "Fuck, that's cold-"
"Don't be a big baby, you're fine." Felix says. He looks over as Chan juggles the tumbler, and his mouth makes a little o. "Hey, dude, nice cock!"