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Chan's just finished unpacking from their trip to Hong Kong and giggling while sending bubble messages to stays.
"Hmm?" he suddenly hears loud footsteps.
Angry footsteps.
His room door slams open. Chan shrieked, not expecting Minho to show up so quickly, he laughs nervously.
"H—Hi Minho."
"Don't 'hi Minho' me."
"Hi hi~ ?"
"No." Minho crosses his arms. "When were you going to tell me your leg was injured. I just heard from the manager barely today that you had previously gone to the hospital to get it checked. We just performed, and I got sent fan videos of you limping at the airport. Why were you hiding it?"
"I also got shots in my leg to numb the pain."
"You got shots.."
"Yeah, but I'm going to prioritize rest now. I promise."
Minho glares.
Chan gulps.
"Okay," Minho says flatly, "so rest then."
"Um."
"Rest."
"Y—Yes, my love." Chan lays down on his bed.
Minho sighs.
"You don't have to push yourself, you know?"
"I know," Chan laments. "But it was our big performance in Hong Kong. I couldn't just miss out on it. Not for the world. I wanted to make the most of it, despite the consequences, I wanted to be there with everyone. With no regrets. It's only a matter of time before you..."
"Before I what?'
Chan looks down.
"Nothing."
Before Minho enlists.
They both know what he meant, and neither pushes the topic further.
Minho walks away, and Chan thinks his boyfriend is mad at him for a solid half an hour, before Minho returns with some warm soup he made. Chan is touched, as Minho sets it down for him properly on a bed tray.
"Your favorite."
Chan smiles. Taking Minho's hand and kissing the back of his hand.
"I love you."
"Yeah, yeah.. Eat."
Chan nods. Gladly taking the spoon in the bowl and getting his first bite. Immediately cough out his lungs and sticking his tongue out from the heat. It's hot.
"Spiceeee-y."
Minho smiled in tiny. Knowing Chan can't handle spicy food.
"So what did we learn?"
"Not to endanger myself more than I need to."
Minho nodded satisfactorily, "exactly. So go on, finish it."
"Yes, Minho~"
Chan managed to eat up the rest of the soup, despite the spiciness.
"Ow." Because he knows it was made with Minho's love. "As long as I have your love, I can do anything, Minho~"
Minho rolled his eyes, walking away.
Chan's laughing, enjoying teasing his bunny, grabbing his wrist.
"Wait don't go. Stay."
Chan pulled him into bed. Cuddling together and annoying Minho to his heart's content. Despite Minho saying he hates it, he truly doesn't. Chan faked going to sleep first once it was late enough, and in the dark he hears Minho talk.
"I like you too much for you to harm yourself like that. Please don't do it again, Channie.." Minho mumbles under his breath, cuddling next to Chan and closing his eyes.
Okay. Ow. That hurt Chan right in the heart. To know that he may have indirectly hurt Minho with his actions, and others around him, they really worry about him. Especially Minho. He might not make it obvious, but Minho always secretly looks out for him the most. Chan is forever grateful to have him by his side. Chan pecks a sleeping Minho on the nose.
"I won't," his reply isn't completely sent to the deliverer, but he knows it exists in the universe.
The next day Chan tried going to the studio. Waking up to Minho already gone. Probably a schedule, or personal training. Chan just wanted to meet up with the boys, 3racha, via text, and discuss some song details for the next album. His leg hurt way less and he could walk.
He opens the door to the studio.
"Hey guys—" Chan's face went pale.
Minho is standing on the other side. Hands on his hips. Glaring.
Behind Minho is 2racha, Jisung and Changbin, ducttaped mouths shut and tied against chairs, voices muffled as their eyes and noises plead for his help. Seems like Minho read their texts to Chan about meeting up over their shoulders while they weren't looking. Chan gently closes the door. Pretending like he never saw anything. And heading back to rest. Rest was healing after all.
So he went back to his dorm. His room specifically. And let Minho take care of him. Chan loved to work too much. But Minho reminded him balance was key, and to not overdo it.
He loved Minho, and he was so lucky to have him by his side. And he's not just saying that because Minho walked in with another sabotaged soup.
"I love you, Minho~" he teased.
"Yeah, yeah...." Minho kissed Chan on the cheek. "Eat."