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“Hyung,” Chan pouted as he sat on the experiment table in Hansol’s laboratory, “are you sure this is safe?” His curly haired friend beamed proudly as he placed a helmet on the younger one’s head and strapped it tightly to his Chin. “Hyung…”
“Oh, relax, Chan!” Hansol smiled as he patted the helmet and pulled his clipboard as he assessed Chan.
The younger sighed. He was always the subject when it came to Hansol’s experiments. Though, the only ones who knew about the secret lab underneath their apartment building were their older friends. Hansol had no control over what his older friends would say and Seungkwan somehow managed to get out of the persuasion, so the only one left was the maknae.
After finishing the examination, Hansol went over to the controls after instructing Chan to lie down on the table. “Don’t move now, okay? We don’t want a repeat of that ketchup incident-”
“And to this day, I cannot look at a ketchup bottle without puking,” groaned Chan. He turned his head to see Hansol put his goggles on and coughs. “S-so… what are you doing to me this time?”
“Messing around with your DNA.”
“That’s sounds scary-”
“Well obviously,” Hansol snickered as he began pressing buttons in a sequence and pulled down a lever. “If it’s anything like that one time I tried to clone you, it’ll probably hurt.” Chan squealed frightened as Hansol grinned widely. “Don’t worry! If you end up not being able to walk around, we’ll get Mingyu hyung to carry you for a week again, okay?”
Before Chan could say anything else, he watched as the electricity flowed from the machine up the wiring, to the ceiling around the corner, towards the chamber above Chan that he was facing, and down to his helmet. He screeched, but blinked when he felt no sign of pain or agony within his body. Chan blacked out and the process was already done before he knew it.
Hansol went down from his machine and ran to the table. Shocked, he couldn’t see Chan in sight. “Shit,” he mumbled to himself. “Did I turn him invisible again?” He looked around the table to see if there were any signs of Chan’s existence, but the metallic table was clean. “Well… I guess I wouldn’t mind being the youngest-”
“Hey!” a small registered voice said aloud. “I heard that!” Hansol blinked and looked around and lifted the helmet up screaming as he saw a miniature Chan before his eyes.
“Whoa!” Hansol exclaimed, almost falling back on his bottom. He knelt up beside the table and examined his younger friend closely. “Incredible! I guess I shrinked your body instead of modifying it.
Chan pouted and stomped his foot on the table as Hansol carried him in the palm of his hand. The maknae was still frowning as he was brought to Hansol’s face. He punched the bigger one’s nose, which was the equivalent of a flick, causing Hansol to wince.
“At least I didn’t harm you this time!”
The youngest rolled his eyes and leaned his elbows on Hansol’s finger. “Well… we have to the the hyungs about this…”
Hansol groaned. “I already know what they’re gonna say--”
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“HANSOL VERNON CHOI!” Seungcheol screamed as the boys were gathered around in a circle in the living room, Chan sitting with his legs crossed on Hansol’s knee. “WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?”
“Told you,” Hansol mumbled to the shrunken maknae on him.
Jeonghan ran his hand through his hair and shook his head disappointed. “Honestly, this might be the worse thing you’ve done to Chan…”
“And you’ve done plenty of wrong things to me!” Chan shouted as he looked at Hansol with an angry expression. The others, unable to hear his soft, high-pitched voice, asked Hansol to repeat Chan’s words. Chan rolled his eyes and laid his back on Hansol’s knee and whined. “How am I ever going to talk to the hyungs?”
Hansol blinked and looked over at Wonwoo and nudged him. “Hey, hyung… remember that one time I shrunk your headset before you played your computer game?”
Wonwoo groaned and nodded. “Yeah… my guild was never the same again after that…” Hansol asked if Wonwoo could quickly fetch it and his older friend did so, rushing back and Hansol placed it on Chan’s head.
“Okay, Chan. Speak.”
“Uh--” Chan coughed. “Is this thing working?”
“Whoa!” Seungkwan gasped. “That’s incredible!” He hugged Hansol and rocked him around, causing Chan to cling onto Hansol’s jeans for dear life. “My best friend is so talented!”
Minghao tilted his head. “Hey wait… I thought I was your best friend--”
“MInghao! Not now!” Seungkwan scrunched his nose.
“That’s beside the point!” Seungcheol put his hands up trying to silence his younger friends. “Point is, Chan is still tiny--”
“He’s always been tiny,” Jihoon commented.
“Hyung, I heard that!” Chan whined.
Seokmin nudged Soonyoung and whispered. “He’s only saying that because now he isn’t the shortest one here.” The two snickered and shared a high-five as Jihoon glared in their direction.
Jisoo crawled over and looked over at Chan before putting his hand out and Chan crawled onto the palm. “Actually… this is pretty nice,” Jisoo cooed. “Aww, he’s so cute!”
“Hyung,” Junhui mentioned as he scooted closer to look at Chan, “you’re only saying that because he’s the same size as your anime dolls…”
“Figurines!” Jisoo barked back, causing his younger friend to move back surprised.
“Now that you mention it though,” Jeonghan hummed as he moved in towards the shrunken youngest as everyone else, omit Seungcheol, did, “this is pretty cool.”
With the tip of his finger, Jeonghan ruffled Chan’s hair, causing him to smile. “H-hyung!” he giggled.
“Aww, who’s baby are you?”
“Jeonghan hyung’s! Jeonghan hyung’s!”
Everyone cooed in awe at how cute the smaller one was. Even Jihoon had to admit that Chan was adorable at this miniature height. Seeing that everyone seemed to be alright with it, Seungcheol sighed in defeat and walked over and had a closer look at Chan. “Well… this small stature does make him look a hundred times cuter… I guess this is alright…”
They all cheered. Seungcheol asked, or threatened by shutting down the lab, Hansol to come up with a solution to bring Chan back to normal. Until then, the members were assigned to sleep with the mini maknae each night to make sure they don’t lose him. Of course, the first night would mean the youngest slept with the eldest.
“Hyung,” Chan nudge as he slept inside one of Wonwoo’s beanies like a sleeping bag next to Seungcheol’s pillow. “Will I really be able to turn back to normal?”
“Hopefully,” Seungcheol whispered as he covered his mouth before he yawned. “Until then though, I guess we’ll all have to adjust.”