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When Bang Chan says that he sees everything, it does not always mean that he wants to.
He is the leader of seven chaotic but loving members and adores to be that. They often say that he has this imposing yet soft aura. They trust him. He is sure that beneath all the teasing and poking, his members will follow him into the dark without hesitation.
And being a leader sometimes means that the rest of them are constantly keeping an eye on him, so they can do their thing without having a long talk afterwards if caught. It doesn’t happen that often these days but still. Now he can enjoy doing his own thing and be invisible for a bit. Well, except for this very moment.
The thing is that the charging cord of this laptop is not working correctly, and the new one is arriving tomorrow morning. Felix and Changbin are sleeping in their share room and he doesn’t want to disturb them by sitting between their beds to charge. It’s kind of late, but he still wants to finish rearranging this song before going to sleep. So, he is in the living room.
The dark corner near the kitchen is where the wi-fi is best and he can plug his laptop. It is not uncommon to see one of them crouching there throughout the day while they charge their phones. This corner is also a blindspot if someone is coming by the front door… like Jisung and Minho are doing right now.
Chan waits a bit to greet them just to scare Jisung, and if he’s lucky, Minho too. It’s always funny to watch the younger jump like a scared squirrel. When they are about to walk into the living room, Chan opens his mouth, only to shut up when Jisung abruptly turns to Minho with his lips in a straight line.
“Hyung,” Jisung says sharply and loudly more than he should. Minho, who is turning towards the kitchen, sighs deeply.
Chan can’t see the dancer very well but, by the tone of his whispers, he can picture Minho’s dark and fond eyes looking at the rapper. “Lower your voice, Sung. Everyone must be asleep by now.” And he is not wrong. The three of them are most likely to be the only ones still up.
Jisung is shaking his head and then points to where the eldest should be right now. “Channie hyung isn’t.” He should really pop out of the corner and let them know that he is there, but he doesn’t. He is frozen, not even his fingers moving. The screen has turned off because he is just there listening to his friends instead of working. “I bet he is using the big noise-cancelling headphones that Bin hyung got him.” Well, he would be using them if he hadn’t forgotten them in his room.
Minho remains silent for a couple of seconds and then hums as he was agreeing with Jisung. “Okay,” he whispers, not really wanting to start a never-ending debate, and then takes a step closer to the younger. “What was it, jagi ?”
Chan doesn't know what was exactly about the way the dancer pronounced the pet name that made the other shiver. Oh, boy. He really should make a sound right now. He shouldn’t be listening to this. Is this wrong? It feels like it is wrong.
“I-I…” Jisung seems nervous by Minho’s proximity. He takes a deep breath before looking up to lock eyes with his hyung. “I like… someone.”
Oh . Chan needs all of this self-control to not gasp. Chanbin and he know all about this. Jisung just can’t stop writing songs about it, and when they ask, he can’t stop himself from expressing how much he feels for this person. For the person that is standing in front of him. For Minho.
He is going to know all about this conversation even if he weren’t there to witness it.
The leader turns ever so slightly to watch the dancer’s face better, and it pays off because he sees Minho raise an eyebrow. “Oh… cool.” The dancer gulps. “That’s… that’s good, Sungie.”
“And I want to tell… tell them .” The younger rapper can’t keep eye contact, and the hem of his hoodie is looking more interesting right now. Minho waits for him to continue, intense eyes never leaving his face. “But I don’t know how .”
It appears that Jisung is holding his breath, but not looking up. The older is crossing his arms while his lips morph into a smirk. Chan has never had a clear idea of Minho’s feelings. He has this hunch that is equally in love with the rapper.
The leader waits with Jisung for confirmation. Because that is what is coming, right? Minho can give his practical advice and encourage Jisung to just say it .
“Well…” Minho leans his head to the side once Jisung raises his head. He is trying to appear calm and nonchalant but his ears and neck are so red. Chan doesn’t know how Jisung can be so dense and not read into it. None knows them as well as each other. “Why… why don’t you try to kiss them?”
Chan covers his mouth to not make a sound, as Jisung gasps and says, “What?”
Of course, Minho was not going to make things easier for the younger. And now the eldest knows that he, for sure, missed his chance of breaking the moment. He just needs to endure where this is going. It might scar him but he is not ruining it for Jisung.
The dance takes a step closer. “Well, if… they don’t want you to kiss them, they’ll stop you. Right?”
Oh, wow. Minho is so into Jisung. Chan pushes himself more into the wall and holds on tight to the laptop. Please , Jisung. He pleads in his head with everything that he has. Please, please , get the memo.
At the same time that he is excited about his friends finally getting together, he doesn't want to witness where things are heading. But he can’t even try to escape, they are standing on the way to his room. It is the fault of his fucking charger and his tendency to stay late working on music.
Jisung takes a deep breath, nods at the older who can’t look at anything but him, and pushes him into the closest door. Chan hopes Jeongin is sound asleep and doesn’t interrupt them. He is not going through this in vain.
Minho’s surprise at the sudden movement only lasts for a couple of seconds. He slides a bit so they are face to face, and then rests his head into the door.
“Stop me now, Min,” Chan can barely catch Jisung’s whisper. He didn’t use honorifics and Minho doesn’t seem to mind that.
Minho’s eyes land on the rapper’s lips. “I won’t”, he breathes. Jisung leans in, Minho closes his eyes, and they kiss. Both of them relax and hold each other like they are afraid the other will slip out of reach.
Chan is glad to know that Jisung’s crush is reciprocated, but he is more glad that from this angle, he can’t see the actual kiss. He is pretty sure that some tongue action is happening by the sounds and the whimper that Jisung just let out.
Felix, the angel that he is, opens the door next to them. They jump away from each other. The aussie is in zombie mode, and only says hi before dragging his feet to the kitchen, probably to get some water. Completely oblivious.
Jisung and Minho look at each other and giggle. It’s so fucking cute. Jisung says goodnight before giving him a little kiss on the dancer’s cheek and getting into his and Jeongin’s room. Minho stares at the door and breathes out. He ruffles his hair while he grins and bites his lip. That is the last thing Chan sees before the dancer gets into the bathroom.
This is the moment to escape.
He grabs the laptop and the charger and runs as silently as he can to his room. Changbin is asleep and Felix’s sheets are undone. He lies on his bed and watches the ceiling and he can’t help but smile. Tomorrow when 3RACHA is going to get together for a writing session he is going to hear about how Jisung kissed Minho for the first time, and Chan is going to act as surprised as he can.