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Hyunjin curls up in Chan’s lap and watches Jeongin make himself dinner.
“Hyung, why is Innie so criminally cute?” he asks Chan with exaggerated indignation.
"I agree, honey, it's illegal," Chan shakes his head and giggles.
“Should we cover him in kisses from head to toe?” Hyunjin suggests.
Jeongin, who has been silently judging them this whole time with raised eyebrows, finally throws them a look that clearly says, do you want to be sliced lengthwise or crosswise?
Seeing that gaze, Hyunjin bursts out laughing, as if the whole conversation had been started just for this.
“Baby, I don’t think he wants that,” Chan laughs too, stroking Hyunjin’s leg.
“What an ungrateful child!” Hyunjin shakes his head dramatically, clutching at his heart.
Jeongin raises his eyebrows even higher, unzips his hoodie, and shrugs it off, revealing powerful biceps and a broad chest.
Hyunjin immediately goes quiet, looks him over from head to waist, and lets out a low whistle, playfully covering his mouth with his hand.
“This child will kick your ass if you don’t stop,” Jeongin says and goes back to cooking. Hyunjin gasps in offended disbelief.
Chan cheerfully shifts his gaze from Jeongin to Hyunjin and back again, waiting to see how it all ends.
“Channie-hyung, when did our little bread get so huge? What are you feeding him?” Hyunjin whispers loudly enough for the whole room to hear. The corner of Jeongin’s mouth twitches upward, but he pretends not to hear.
“He steals my protein, Hyunjinnie, that’s the whole thing. But he’s gotten so jacked that I’m scared to call him out on it,” Chan replies just as loudly, in the same conspiratorial whisper.
Jeongin is already struggling to hold back a smile.
“Hey, don’t you dare! I need you alive! I’ll die without you, my love!” Hyunjin wraps his arms around Chan’s neck dramatically and presses himself to his chest.
“My fate is in the hands of Mr. Yang Jeongin, sweetheart! Only he decides whether I live or die!” Chan pulls Hyunjin closer, looks up as if to the heavens, and squeezes his eyes shut theatrically.
“What must I do for the incredible muscle-bound Jeongin to spare you!” Hyunjin cries out, pretending to sob into his chest.
Jeongin can’t take it anymore and starts laughing, and Chan and Hyunjin burst out laughing too.
“Idiots,” Jeongin shakes his head, picks up his plate of food, and heads to his room.
Chan and Hyunjin take a few more minutes to calm down, and Hyunjin, completely serious now, wraps his arms around the older guy’s neck and rests his cheek against Chan’s collarbones.
“I love our little family,” he murmurs, tracing patterns on Chan’s chest with his finger.
“How did you put it? ‘The king and queen of the Stray Kids kingdom’?” Chan smiles, stroking his back and kissing the crown of his head.
Hyunjin closes his eyes and nods.
“Yeah. My King Bang Chan and Prince Jeongin,” he says, leaning in to Chan’s lips, kissing him, and brushing his nose along his cheek. Chan catches his lips with his own and kisses him back, then pulls away and spends a few seconds just looking at Hyunjin—lazy, sleepy, smiling—and his heart fills with that familiar warmth at the realization that this is his reality now.
He picks up the remote and turns on the show they had completely forgotten about while they were lounging around and teasing Jeongin.
Hyunjin lets out a small yelp as he remembers the show and laughs. He settles more comfortably with his head on Chan’s shoulder and looks at the screen, while Chan pulls his legs closer and wraps him completely in the circle of his strong, warm arms.