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It was no secret Minho had a soft spot for the younger members.
He couldn't help it, being an only child and all. He liked being called 'hyung', he liked picking up on their little habits, intonations, doting on each of them in his own special way.
He liked being needed and would give up anything in a heartbeat for his dongsaengs - all behind a disgruntled disguise, obviously.
It must've been around midnight, when Felix's blond bangs peeked around the corner of Minho's doorframe.
"Yongbok-ah, what is it?" he asks drearily, completely wiped from his late-night PT session.
Felix pads into the room, wearing the stupid fluffy socks shaped like cat paws that Minho had gotten him for his 23rd birthday. "Hyung…"
Ah, there it was. His favourite word.
"Mmm..?"
Felix doesn't reply, wordlessly wriggling himself under the sheets next to Minho.
Minho wasn't a skin-ship person, he valued his space. Somehow, Felix had managed to change that. A singular mental exception in his brain.
"Lix-ya, talk to hyung," Minho whispers into his soft, bleached mop of hair.
"S'embarrasing…"
"Hyung won't laugh."
That earns him a puppy-eyed look.
"You promise?"
"I promise."
Felix untangles himself from Minho's form, moving less than an inch away before facing him. A visible blush painted his freckled cheeks, it reminded Minho of the Northern lights bathing the stars.
"You… you've you know… been on dates, right hyung?" Felix mumbles, fiddling with the hem of his oversized sweater.
Dates?
Was Felix asking him for dating advice?
Minho clears his throat. "Mm, well a few, before the survival show. Being in competitions had its perks," he replies, smiling in reminiscence.
Felix avoids his eyes, his blush only deepening.
"Yongbok-ah, there's no need to be embarrassed if you're going on a date or something. It's part of life, I'm not judging you."
"No! No… it's not that," Felix interjects, his fidgeting getting worse. "S'just I was… curious… that's all."
Curious?
"What are you curious about? Who I went out with?"
"No."
"What it was like?"
"No."
There's a beat of silence, before Felix squirms further under the covers.
Minho wasn't going to force him to talk, no matter how intrigued he was to discover exactly what was causing Felix to act in this way.
"You've… kissed people?" Felix squeaks, his voice barely audible under the thick duvet.
Minho feels a smirk tug at his lips. God, Felix was so adorable, so innocent.
"Yes, Felix, I've kissed people."
"Boys?"
"Well, there's been a few…"
Felix's face pops up from under the blanket, his eyes wide. "A few?!"
"Come on Lix-ya, you can't admit this face isn't handsome," Minho grins.
Felix splutters, caught off guard.
Minho coos, rubbing his back as he sits up in the bed.
"Hyung… can you… teach… me?"
Now it was Minho's turn to be caught off guard. Teach him?
Felix starts to ramble, trying to fill the silence whilst simultaneously evicting himself from a bundle of blankets.
As soon as Minho touches him, he stills.
"You want hyung to teach you?" he confirms, softly.
Felix nods, his eyes like saucers. "Please."
Minho shuffles closer to him, looking him dead in the eyes before carefully carding a hand through Felix's cascading locks. "You trust hyung so much, hm?" he whispers.
Felix nods slowly, purring whilst entranced, hazy-minded at Minho's touch. "Mmmh'yung…"
Minho lets out a breathy snicker at the pretty sight before him. Felix looked so… gone, already.
Slowly, Minho begins to lean in, watching as Felix's eyes flutter shut in anticipation, spit-slicken pink lips parted.
Minho too, allows his eyes to shut as their lips connect.
He's gentle, kissing Felix. He's always gentle with Felix.
Felix was arguably the most soft-hearted out of all his dongsaengs. The one who loved the hardest, and felt the deepest.
He loved Felix gently. Tender with every ounce of his affection.
Minho's hand subconsciously slides down the side of Felix's nape, his fingertips brushing against his right shoulder as he settles his grip against the younger's waist.
Felix lets out a sound akin to a mewl, kitten licking at Minho's lower lip as his hands curl into fists against Minho's hard chest, tightly grasping the material of his shirt. His breath came in short pants, tickling Minho's cheek with every exhale.
He was so desperate. How could Minho deny him anything?
He lets Felix deepen the kiss, feeling him visibly relax as he hums in contentment.
What a greedy little kitten.
Minho tries to pull back, but Felix only lurches forward to reattach their lips - crazed as though he were an addict chasing a high.
So, Minho lets him indulge a little longer, before carefully manoeuvring his hands to either side of Felix's face, coaxing him away, gently.
Felix looks almost… drunk. Slow blinking at Minho with a ghosting smile. "Mmm… hyuuung," he warbles, pawing at Minho's chest weakly.
"Oh bub, c'mere…" Minho mutters with a smile, pulling Felix against him.
Felix hums in contentment against his chest, his hyung's steady heartbeat lulling him futher into sleep.
"Y're the best teacher hyung…" Felix mumbles into his shirt.
"I didn't really teach you anything, bub."
Felix doesn't reply, and Minho assumes he's fallen asleep.
"Can you k'ss me later… please hyung…"
Minho closes his eyes with a smile.
How could he refuse Felix anything?