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Chan looks at his phone, it’s way past midnight and he’s still at the studio. He’s been fighting this song for days now, it feels incomplete and he refuses to let it go.
He’ll have this song ready for the next comeback.
He leaves the studio and chooses to walk back to his apartment, it’s chilly outside but it feels liberating.
By the time he gets home exhaustion finally settles in his bones.
He doesn't get to sleep much though, he receives a call from the company at 8 in the morning, he almost ignores it but something in the back of his mind whispers to pick up.
“Hyung?” the voice on the other end is careful, like it doesn’t want to startle anything “You should come back to the studio”
Chan frowns, sitting up immediately, already reaching for his jacket “What happened?”
A pause.
“…Minho hyung is here” Everything in him goes still, he gets goosebumps all over his neck, his instincts sharpen.
“Where?”
“The studio… He made a nest” Chan is already moving before the call ends.
*****
By the time he reaches the door, he slows down, hand hovering over the handle as he steadies his breathing.
Nesting omega. That means instincts first, logic second, so no sudden movements and careful tone.
He pushes the door open gently.
The couch is barely visible under layers of fabric that don’t belong there. Hoodies, blankets, something soft draped over the armrest, everything pulled in tight, shaped with care.
And in the middle of it Minho.
Curled in on himself, half-awake, half-aware, surrounded by a space that smells overwhelmingly like Chan.
More than the dorm. More than anywhere else.
Chan’s chest tightens, not because of the nest, but because he understands what it means.
“Minho” he says softly, his back is turned but Chan knows he heard him.
He takes another step, still keeping some distance between him and the nest.
“Can I come closer?” after a couple of seconds he turns around and watches him for a long moment.
Then barely noticeable, he nods.
Chan moves slowly, careful not to disturb anything, not to break the shape Minho built.
He sits on the floor and rests his hands on the edge of the couch, puts his chin on top of them.
“Hey”
Minho looks at him with heavy eyes, unfocused.
“Are you mad?” he whispers.
“How could I? You came all the way here and built such a beautiful nest” Chan murmurs, more to himself than anything, this is instinctual, he’s here for a reason.
“I just wonder — he removes a strand of hair from Minho’s forehead — you could’ve stayed at my dorm, I’m sure Innie wouldn't mind”
Minho being the only omega in the group has never had any trouble getting whatever he wants, he gives you the softest, innocent look and you have Changbin running around getting whatever he needs, he bats his eyelashes and Han starts singing to him, he says ‘please’ and has Hyunjin holding hands with him, a soft whine and Jeongin lets himself be cuddled, he smiles at Felix and he bakes him brownies whenever he has cravings and Chan? Well, he doesn't have to do anything for Chan to spoil him; attention, comfort, anything he wants he has it, he buys it or builds it himself for Minho.
He’s their omega and as such they have no trouble spoiling him rotten.
“I tried. I went to your dorm…” His brows furrow, like even remembering it unsettles him “It didn’t smell like you”
Minho’s fingers curl around Chan’s hoodie.
“Like… you haven’t been there for a while”
Chan doesn’t say anything, there’s no defense for that. He’s just… telling the truth.
“It felt wrong. So I came here”
Chan hears everything Minho isn’t saying:
You haven’t been home.
You haven’t been with us.
You haven’t been with me.
“…I didn’t realize” Chan admits quietly.
Minho hums faintly, eyes slipping shut again like the explanation cost him more energy than he wanted to spend.
Chan watches him for a long moment, he gets it, this is where he’s been and Minho followed him.
A knock.
“Hyung?” Reality crashes back in all at once. They need the studio, Minho can't stay here.
Chan exhales slowly, closing his eyes for a brief second before looking down at Minho.
“…They need the studio” Chan murmurs quietly.
For a split second, he considers telling them no. Locking the door, letting Minho rest exactly where he is.
But he can’t.
“Minho… We have to move” Chan says softly.
Minho looks at him now, confusion evident in his eyes.
“…Why?” It’s quiet, tired.
“They need the room” he explains, keeping his voice calm “We can go somewhere else, okay? I’ll help you—”
Minho doesn’t move.
“We can make a new nest” Chan adds, trying to be helpful “At your dorm or my place, wherever you want”
And that’s where it goes wrong.
“…A new one?” he repeats quietly.
Minho’s hand slips from his sleeve. His gaze drifts over the nest, the blankets, hoodies, he took something from every member so it could be perfect. Everything he dragged here, piece by piece and he didn't like it.
He just wanted his hyung to be proud and maybe, maybe he’ll understand he also needed to rest, that he couldn't continue working for full days straight.
“You don’t like it” It’s not a question. The only omega in the group and he can't even make a decent nest.
Chan blinks, caught off guard “What? No, Minho—”
“You said we could make a new one”
“I didn’t say that because—” Chan stops himself, exhales, tries again “They need the studio, we can’t stay here. That’s all”
Minho doesn’t look at him. His fingers tighten slightly in one of the blankets.
“I made it right” he murmurs “It smells like you”
That goes straight to Chan’s chest “I know, I know you did. It's such a beautiful nest, you did great—”
Another knock. More urgent.
Chan runs a hand through his hair, frustration taking control for a second, not at Minho, not really, just at the situation, the timing, everything.
“We need to leave, Min. Please?”
“Okay” he says quietly and he starts dismantling the nest, not in a dramatic way just careful.
Which somehow makes it worse.
Chan just stands there for a second, watching it happen, something twisting in his stomach, this is the last thing he wanted.
His hands keep moving, folding, pulling, undoing everything he built like it never mattered.
Chan gets closer and grabs his wrist, stopping his movements, he lowers his nose to the crook of Minho’s neck, close enough to feel his scent “Such a perfect omega, the smartest one, the perfect one for our group, for our pack”
He can feel when Minho relaxes into him so he takes the opportunity “I didn’t say that because I don’t like it — He glances briefly at the nest — I love it. You made it right, I know you did”
Minho leaves out a soft whine “I’d stay if I could” Chan adds quietly.
“…You really like it?” he asks quietly.
“Of course I like it” Chan glances at the door, then back at Minho “…Can I help you move it?”
Minho nods.
*****
Chan carries most of it.
Not because Minho can’t, but because he doesn’t let him.
Blankets folded over his arms, hoodies draped carelessly, one of them slipping and nearly falling before he catches it quickly.
Minho walks beside him, quiet, holding onto one sleeve like he needs the contact more than the things.
They don’t talk much though.
*****
They arrive at Chan’s dorm pretty soon, he unlocks the door and steps aside first, letting Minho walk in ahead of him.
Following his lead, letting him choose, Chan watches him carefully.
Minho pauses in the middle of the room, looking around.
Chan waits for some kind of signal, something that tells him where to put things, what to do. He watches him hesitate for a moment and Chan understands now why he didn't nest here; the whole dorm smells more like Innie than Chan and while Minho adores him, Chan knows that sometimes Minho needs one specific smell to feel ok.
He stops in the middle of the room, right in front of the sofa, Chan gets closer.
“Here?” he asks quietly, holding out one of the blankets.
Minho nods. That’s all it takes.
Chan hands things over, sometimes places them where Minho gestures, sometimes he adjusts something only to have Minho fix it again right after and it’s so easy, this rhythm they have found.
At some point, Chan kneels without thinking about it, smoothing out a corner of fabric so it sits just right.
Minho watches him for a second but doesn't comment on it. Piece by piece, it comes together.
Different from the one at the studio. But not lesser.
More… theirs instead of just his.
Chan leans back slightly, resting his hands on his thighs as he looks at it, then at Minho.
“…Better?” he asks softly.
Minho looks at it, a little bit flustered but nods.
Chan pushes himself up slowly, giving him space even though his instinct is begging him to stay close. He tries to leave but doesn't get too far.
“Channie?” he stops and turns around.
Minho is already sitting in the nest now, adjusting the blanket around himself, getting comfortable.
But his eyes are on him “…You’re not coming in?”
Chan blinks, caught completely off guard.
“I—” he hesitates “I don’t want to… mess it up” It sounds like an excuse, but it’s not.
He looks at the nest again, at how carefully Minho built it, at how right it looks.
Minho tilts his head slightly “I made it with you” he says, as if that explains everything.
Chan doesn't know what to say, the nest looks so… comfortable, so nice, inviting him to rest.
Minho just keeps looking at him, waiting, his beautiful boba eyes focused on him, expecting an answer and that quiet expectation undoes him faster than anything else.
Chan hesitates one last second. Then steps forward, maybe he can stay long enough for Minho to relax and then he’ll go to his room.
When he finally lowers himself into the nest, it’s tentative at first, like he’s testing whether he really belongs there.
Minho closes the distance immediately, shifting closer, settling against him like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
Like it was always meant to be this way.
Days of tension, of sleeping too little, thinking too much, it all start to slip, piece by piece, under the softness of the nest they build together.
“…I didn’t realize” he admits quietly “How tired I was” his shoulders relax, his breathing evens out and his eyes finally close.
*****
Chan doesn’t wake up. That’s the first thing Changbin notices.
This scent is new, a combination of Minho’s flowery with Chan’s earthy one, this is dangerous.
His eyes flicking from the nest to Chan, fully asleep, not dozing, not resting with one ear open like he usually does.
He’s out completely, Changbin’s brows knit, because that… doesn’t happen often.
His gaze shifts, Minho is awake. Curled into the nest, into Chan, one arm loosely draped across Chan’s stomach, the blankets tucked carefully around both of them.
But his eyes, his eyes are sharp. Locked on Changbin the second he steps in.
Like a cat that doesn’t intend to move but will if it has to.
Changbin exhales slowly, lifting one hand just slightly in a silent ‘I’m not here to start anything’
“I’m not waking him” he whispers.
Minho doesn’t respond but he doesn’t relax either. Changbin takes a few steps, always keeping his distance from the nest.
He’s seen Minho nest before, how the others orbit around him, how easy it is to give in when Minho looks at you like that; soft, trusting, wanting.
But this… This is different, because it’s Chan.
And Chan is in it and Chan has feelings for Minho, feelings he has never admitted to anyone except for him, when the pressure, the tension felt like too much to deal with it alone.
He remembers the conversation.
Chan sitting across from him, exhausted in a way that had nothing to do with work for once.
“I think I may have feelings for Minho” the look in his eyes was painful, like it physically hurt him admitting it.
“Hyung…”
“I tried lying to myself over and over, that it was just instinct, you know? The alpha pack caring for the omega, looking out for him — he left out a humorless laugh — and just now I’m realizing I would never do half the things I do for him for anyone else”
Changbin was clearly in shock, he had noticed things of course but he always assumed it was brotherly love, Chan loves all of them in his own way, but he was always softer with Minho from the beginning.
Trusting him right away, they barely knew him and he wanted him in the group, leaving him in charge when he wasn't around, like an alpha and his mate.
“Will you tell him?”
Chan shook his head “If I were his mate he would know by now… clearly I am not”
“I don't think it's that easy, hyung. I think you should tell him”
Chan shook his head “I’d rather keep it to myself than risk the group”
A pause.
“I’d rather love him quietly than ruin what we have”
That plan? It’s not holding up. Not when Chan is here, in Minho’s nest.
Binnie looks at Minho again “He’s been out for a while?”
Minho’s hand shifts a fraction over Chan, holding him tighter, protective.
“…He was tired” Minho murmurs.
“Yeah. I can see that” Minho doesn’t look away and that’s when Changbin knows this isn’t just instinct.
“You shouldn’t have brought him into the nest” he says finally.
“I didn’t bring him” he replies, just as quiet “He came in”
“That’s not better”
“He needed to rest” he says, like that explains everything, like that’s enough.
Changbin glances at Chan again, at how deeply asleep he is, the lack of space between them. It looks like Minho knew on a deeper level that Chan hadn't been sleeping properly and he’s looking out for the alpha.
“That’s not the point. It’s not just about rest” Changbin continues “You know that”
Minho doesn’t answer and that silence? That’s confirmation.
“You let him in. You made space”
“I wanted him to rest. He needed it” Changbin nods once.
“I know. But you’re an omega in a nest. If he responds to that, if he scents you like that—”
Minho’s fingers curl around Chan’s shirt “He won’t” he says quietly.
“He already did” he replies.
The studio comes to Lino’s mind, the way Chan leaned in. The way the nest changed after that, but he just released some pheromones to calm him down, that’s not the same.
“I’m not saying this to mess with you. You know I’d let you get away with anything. God knows we all do”
Minho’s brows furrow, he doesn't like to admit they all have a soft spot for him, cause he likes to pretend he doesn't use that for his own benefits whenever he wants something.
“But this? This isn’t just us spoiling you” Minho looks down at Chan, at the way he’s still sleeping, completely unaware.
Changbin sighs under his breath “…We’ll talk to him when he wakes up” he says finally.
Minho doesn’t argue, Changbin knows he knows.
“I’m gonna go now, do you need anything before I leave? Food?” Minho shakes his head no.
“Ok” He gets up and takes a step back towards the door, leaving them alone again.
Minho doesn’t move for a while. His hand stays where it is, resting lightly against Chan, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing.
“…You won’t, right?” he whispers. He gets closer to Chan and goes back to sleep.
*****
Chan wakes up slowly. The first thing he notices is the warmth, the second is the weight against his chest, a familiar scent filling his lungs.
Minho.
And then it hits him. The nest, he’s still in it. Still exactly where he fell asleep.
Minho is curled close, half-awake now, watching him in that quiet, unreadable way that makes something in Chan’s chest tighten.
For a second, neither of them speaks.
“…Hey” he murmurs, voice rough with sleep.
Minho hums softly. It’s… normal, too normal. This shouldn't feel this natural.
“You slept a lot” Chan smiles.
“Yeah, it’s a perfect nest” Minho’s cheeks go red almost immediately.
“I need to leave” Chan whispers, Minho nods, he doesn't stop him.
At least he knows Channie had some well deserved rest.
He sits up slowly after that, careful not to disturb the nest too much, running a hand through his hair.
Minho’s eyes follow him, Chan feels it.
*****
He’s ready to leave after a shower.
He gets close to the nest again before leaving.
“I’ll be at the studio, do you want me to get you anything?” Minho is still half asleep, eyes unfocused.
He denies and curls a little bit more into the nest.
Chan leaves, planning on coming back as soon as possible.
*****
When he arrives at the studio Binnie is already there.
“Hey”
“You're early today” Chan comments leaving his bag on the sofa.
“Yeah, you got a minute?” he says.
Chan nods.
“I went to your dorm yesterday” he lets him analyze that “I saw the nest”
“I was just—” he starts, then hesitates “He needed to rest”
“Hyung…” he says, a little softer.
“I just— he couldn’t settle and I—”
“You got in the nest” Binnie says, plain and simple.
Chan stops, because yeah, he did.
“I wasn’t trying to make it a thing. He made his nest here because he couldn't feel my scent at the dorm”
Binnie blinks at him, caught off guard.
He explains him everything and while Changbin understands, that doesn't make it right.
“Hyung, I get it. I do but that’s not something you do unless you mean it. You’re the alpha, he’s an omega. A nest isn’t just… somewhere to sleep. It’s where he feels safe” Changbin continues “Where he lets his guard down, where he lets someone… special in. You know that”
“I was just trying to help him, I wasn’t just going to leave him like that—”
“You scented him too. Maybe not consciously, maybe not fully aware but you did and I’m not saying stay away from him, you wouldn’t anyway”
A faint huff leaves Chan’s mouth, cause he knows damn well Binnie is right.
“So either you tell him how you feel or you should stop doing things only mates do”
*****
The apartment is quiet when Chan gets back.
He closes the door behind him gently, like he doesn’t want to disturb anything.
His gaze drifts towards Minho’s nest almost on instinct.
Minho is there. Fresh out of the shower, hair still damp, sitting in the nest like he never left it, except now he’s wearing one of Chan’s hoodies, sleeves rolled up and the sight makes Chan’s heart beat faster than it should.
Minho looks up when he hears him. They just… look at each other for a second.
As if sensing something was off Minho hurries to give an explanation “I didn't have any clothes here…”
“It's fine” he says, as if the image of Minho wearing his clothes, waiting for him in the nest they build together in his dorm wasn't engraved into his mind now.
“…Did Innie come back?” he asks, almost as an afterthought, leaving the food he brought onto the table.
Minho nods “He did, he’ll bring me some clothes and stuff”
Chan hums faintly, like that answers something he wasn’t fully asking, he takes a step further into the room.
Minho watches him, waiting. He tilts his head a little, big doe eyes blinking at him, is the most adorable thing Chan has seen all day.
And for a moment Chan doesn’t move, just stands there, caught between knowing better and wanting anyway.
So he makes a choice, with Binnie’s voice at the back of his mind.
He crouches down in front of the nest, in front of Minho and gets into the nest, Chan has barely settled when Minho moves.
He shifts closer, careful until his head is resting against Chan’s chest and it feels so different, he can feel the warmth, the weight of Minho settling against him, the way the nest shifts to hold them both.
And then soft, almost lost in the air between them “…I missed you”
Chan’s heart stutters.
“…You saw me this morning” he says, softer than he intended.
Minho shifts slightly, pressing a little closer without lifting his head “That’s not the same. You left”
Chan’s chest tightens, because he knows what that implies.
“…I came back” he murmurs.
Minho hums faintly against him “I know” there’s something smug in the way he says it, like there was never a doubt he’ll come back.
Chan lift his hand, hovering over Minho’s shoulder for just a second, cause this is another line, another choice and he crosses it when he lets it fall lightly against him.
Chan listens to Minho’s breathing even out, steady and close, and for a second, just a second he lets himself exist in this moment without thinking about anything else.
“…Work was bad?” Minho asks after a while, voice muffled slightly against him.
“Yeah… I kept thinking I was close to finishing it. But every time I listened back, it felt… off”
Minho hums faintly. Chan’s fingers shift slightly against his shoulder, almost absent-minded.
“You’ll figure it out. You always do” it’s something so simple and yet so important coming from him, the trust behind it gives Chan some well deserved peace.
Minho calms everything around him, the noise, the pressure, the expectations, he just lets him be.
Chan swallows.
“…Bin talked to me” he says after a moment, Minho’s fingers curl around his shirt.
“What did he say?”
Chan’s hand tightens slightly where it rests “That I should be careful”
Minho shifts just enough to look up at him now, he studies him for a second.
“…Do you regret it?”
“…No” he says finally “I think that’s why it’s a problem, I don’t want to mess this up… Us. The group”
Minho holds his gaze “And this would?”
Chan hesitates, because he doesn’t have a clear answer.
“I don’t know” he admits, but there’s no weight behind it, not when Chan is still here, still holding him, Chan’s hand shifts, coming down to rest against Minho’s waist.
Another line crossed, but neither of them comments on it.
“Then what do you want?” Chan looks at him, notices how close they are, how easily everything else fades when it’s just this.
“…You” he says quietly, he doesn't say anything else, doesn't explain, for once he doesn't pull back.
His gaze drops, just for a second, to Minho’s mouth, to the curve of his lips, at how soft they look then back up again.
Chan leans in, the distance disappears, his lips press against Minho’s… weeks, months, years of holding back, of keeping everything contained, it all catches up at once.
His hand tightens slightly where it rests on Minho’s hip, pulling him closer without thinking, his tongue slides in between Minho’s lips and it’s the most exquisite taste he has ever had the opportunity to savor.
Minho responds immediately, his hand grips Chan’s shoulder, a little moan escaping his lips when Chan’s tongue enters.
And that’s what pushes Chan further. Because Minho isn’t stopping him, his left hand holds onto Minho’s neck and pushes himself on top of him, mindful of leaving Minho’s head rests slowly against the pillow he carefully selected for his nest, Chan’s torso covers almost all of him.
Everything else, every warning, every thought, drowns under the feeling of finally not holding back.
And then it hits him.
This is more than he meant to do, his grip loosens and he pulls back, his breath uneven now, like he just came up for air.
For a second, he doesn’t look at Minho. Because if he does he’s not sure he won’t just give in again, so he hides away in the crook of Minho’s neck, where his flowery scent is stronger, where he would kill to dig up his fangs and leave a mark, his mark.
“…I’m sorry” he murmurs, clearly overwhelmed “I didn't mean—” He cuts himself off, shaking his head, because that’s not true.
He did mean it, just not like that. Not all at once.
A few seconds pass and he comes out of his perfect hiding spot, he looks at the blush coloring Minho’s cheeks and neck “…I’m going too fast” he admits, a little ashamed.
“…Too fast for who?” he asks quietly.
Chan blinks, clearly caught off guard “I just— I don’t want to mess this up. I don’t want to hurt you or the group”
Minho’s left hand lets go of Chan’s shirt and he lifts it up to caress Chan’s cheek.
“Listen I’m not saying you’re wrong, if you want to slow down, that’s fine. But don’t act like you don’t want this, so tell me what are you actually afraid of Channie?”
Chris doesn’t answer right away, takes a deep breath, like he’s bracing himself before being vulnerable.
“I’m scared of how easy it is to give into this, into you. I’ve been trying not to think about it, trying not to let it turn into something bigger than it already is. That didn’t really work”
Minho stays quiet, simply listening.
“Being here, it feels… right. I don’t hesitate with you, I don’t think. I just… do it and I don’t know how to stop once I start”
He studies Chan’s face, like he’s trying to piece something together that suddenly doesn’t fit the way he thought it did.
“…You’ve been trying not to think about it?” he asks quietly, Minho’s brows knit slightly “…Since when?”
Chan doesn't answer.
“…Chan-ah?” There’s some pressure in the way he says his name.
“…A while” he admits.
“How long is ‘a while’ Chan?”
“…Years” Chan has never been this honest about his feelings and it’s terrifying.
“…Years?” he repeats, quieter now because that’s certainly not what he expected.
“I didn’t plan for it. It just happened and then it didn’t go away. So I ignored it”
Minho starts replaying things, moments, looks. Things that didn’t register before, things that didn't make sense before explained by this little moment right here.
“…And you never said anything?” he asks.
“What was I supposed to say?”
“I thought—” Minho starts, then stops himself.
Chan tilts his head slightly “What?”
“I thought this was new” he admits.
“It is” Minho frowns, confused “This part… Me actually doing something about it”
Minho goes quiet again, because now he’s not just dealing with what he feels, he’s realizing Chan has been carrying this alone for longer than he knew.
“And you were just going to keep it like that?” he asks.
“Yeah. I was fine with that, before you started looking at me like this” his thumb brushes faintly over Minho’s cheek “before you invited me into the prettiest nest I have ever seen — Minho blushes faintly — you have no idea what that did to me”
Minho understands, he knows what it means, letting him in, the trust needed to do that, to let an alpha in into the place where he feels safest, Binnie was right.
And he let Chan in.
“You said you’re scared of how easy it is” Chan nods.
“So am I” he continues cause this isn’t just about what’s happening tonight. It’s about everything that didn’t happen before and the fact that Chan chose that, over and over again.
To protect him, like a perfect alpha, like the perfect mate.
Chan kisses him again, cause why not? He waited so long for this, to have a taste, Lino’s hands close behind his neck, a little whine leaving his lips when Chan pulls away.
He looks back at Minho “I don’t know how to do this halfway — he admits — not when you’re this close… I want more”
He trails kisses down Minho’s neck, leaving a hickey on it’s way, his hand sneaking under the hoodie Minho is wearing, feeling the softness of his skin there, the curve of his hip “I want you” he whispers.
Minho’s breathing hitches, cause he also wants this, he wants everything Chan has to offer, Minho has seen him flirt, he seems to know what he does and he has always been kind of curious about it.
He is a charming man and more often than not Minho has found himself on the receiving end of that charm, it didn't feel like flirting at first, it just felt like Chan being Chan, and then the special at ‘Soul Beam’ happened.
And something shifted in him, the way Chan grabbed him by the waist, the way he pulled him back against him… how right that felt, it made Minho realize his omega was yearning for something and no matter how much he looked for that same feeling on someone else, it just wasn't the same, his mind always came back to Chan.
It's been him this whole time.
After that, things started to shift, small things at first; the way he noticed Chan’s presence more, how his scent lingered longer than it should, how it helped him calm down, things that you’ll only look for in a mate.
“Hyung” Chan growls against his neck.
“Tell me what you want” he swipes his tongue on the crook of his neck, right where he hopes one day he can leave his mating bite, it makes Minho shiver and goosebumps appear all over his body “tell me what you need”
“You” he whispers into Chan’s ear.
Chan fits himself in between Minho’s legs, making space for him and lets his hips fall, letting him feel how much he wants this, how much he needs it and start moving in circular motions, Minho paws at his jacket, pushing it off of his shoulders.
Chan lifts himself up and takes it off along with his shirt, Minho’s eyes are hungry, taking in how beautiful his hyung looks, those abs are made of control and effort. It throws him off a little how someone so careful, so gentle in the way he moves around him, can carry that kind of solid presence underneath, all that power…
He can't stop himself from touching, careful fingers dancing around his hyung’s body, Chan lets him, there’s some kind of pride in the fact that all that time in the gym makes Minho look at him this way.
He lets his weight fall on top of Minho again, kissing him, wet and messy, pressing down his cock, hard and heavy against Minho’s own dick, the chain he wears dangling in between their bodies.
Minho moans as he holds onto Chan’s back, which only fuels Chan’s desire, his hands start roaming down Minho’s thighs — so strong and beautiful, his skin is so smooth — every inch he touches makes his smell sweeter and Chan’s instincts a little crazier.
Minho moans against his lips again when he feels him lifting up his hoodie to reveal his stomach.
When Chan’s fingers reach Minho’s boxers, he doesn't asks, he doesn't even stop kissing him, he just pushes them aside, swiping his middle finger over Minho’s entrance, just to feel how wet he is, a shiver runs down his spine at the thought of getting inside him.
“Can I?” he pants “please Minho I need it — he sounds so far gone — let me taste”
Minho’s cheeks get impossibly red but he nods, Chan gets down trailing kisses all over his belly and when he takes off his underwear Minho parts his legs for him, Chan looks, really looks and the sight almost makes him come, his cock is hard, leaking at the tip and his entrance is so pink and pretty… Chan dives into it like a thirsty man, he licks, swipes and sucks all the slick he can from Minho, circling his tongue around it, it feels like nectar on his tongue, so thick and sweet.
Minho is squirming above him, hands gripping his hair, nails digging into his shoulders, his name leaving Minho’s lips in soft little moans, Chan loves it.
“Chan-ah, please” Chris lets his tongue finally breach him and he comes, arching his back, screaming his name and holding onto him for dear life.
Bang Chan lifts himself from between his legs and sees the last of his come dripping out, his dick throbbing away his orgasm, Minho is flushed all the way down to his chest, his hoodie pushed away from his stomach, hair damp from exhaustion and he couldn't look any more perfect.
Chan’s right hand comes down to his own member, massaging himself a little cause it hurts, it hurts how fucking hard he is, Minho is panting, dazed and still in the aftertaste of his orgasm.
His hands start to unbutton Chan’s pants, he’s trembling a little so Chan helps him, he takes them off along with his boxers, he’d be lying if he said he wasn't a little bit desperate to finally get inside him.
Minho on the other hand was too busy calculating how something so big and thick was gonna fit inside him, oh but it looked amazing, Bang Chan looked glorious, his body is a work of art.
“Can I take this off?” he asks, touching the only piece of clothing Minho still has on, he nods and Chan gets rid of it, looking down at him again, he swipes his thumb over Minho’s right nipple, the little nub standing up at the attention.
He lets his imagination run free and wonders how big, how full they would look when — not if, when — Minho gets pregnant with his pups, Chan’s pups.
His baby bunny whimpers, which brings him back to reality, Chan can't hide the smirk forming on his lips and let’s his body weight push him down again, kissing him.
Chan lifts Minho’s right leg, so he can guide himself right into his entrance, the tip of Chan’s dick catches on the edge of his rim, like giving him a kiss, making Chris growl in response, Minho’s breath catches “Chan-ah… More”
Chan wants to give him everything and more, he nudges the head of his cock against him, testing, teasing, he’s so wet and needy, he loves it. Minho tries to push down against him and Chan whispers directly into his ear “Say please”
Minho lets out a whine “Channie… please”
“It's ok baby, you’ll get it, all of it” he starts pushing, a little bit more insistently now, all the slick making it easy, inch by inch. It's perfect, Minho feels like he was born for him.
“Do you feel it, kitten? My dick deep inside you” he braces himself on his right hand and the left one comes down to hold onto his waist, to keep him from moving.
He starts slow, getting him used to it. Minho can feel his length bulging up his belly a little bit, he’s so big, Minho feels so full, it’s amazing.
When Chan hits his sweet spot he can't help but moan his name over and over, he knows he won't last long, he digs his nails on Chan’s back, he will have some scratches tomorrow.
Is music to Chan’s ears, his name being called that way, he starts thrusting hard and fast after a while when he can't control himself anymore.
“You’re doing so good, so perfect” Minho always suspected Chan would be a talkative lover and damn right he was, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, his voice was rough, beautiful.
He can feel the base of Chan’s knot starting to grow, starting to catch on his rim, the sole idea of Chan’s knot being fully seated inside him is making him go crazy.
“Minho I—” they didn't talk about this, they didn't talk about anything, but god he wants to, Chan has been sure Minho was his mate for years now and waiting any longer feels so wrong “Please… please let me”
Minho understands what he’s asking and he wants it just as much, he feels Chan’s thrusts starting to falter “Yes… alpha”
Bang Chan growls, deep and long, his fangs come out to graze at the crook of Lino’s neck, forcing the last of his knot inside him so he can fill him up with his release, lock them together for hours, till he’s empty of everything he has to offer and Minho is full of his cum.
Minho comes for the second time, the moment the knot locks them, arching his back, a silent moan in his lips, digging his nails deeper into Chan’s back, untouched but completely satisfied.
Chris comes right after, panting in Minho’s ear, cock twitching inside him, releasing spurt after spurt, shaking with the aftershocks “fuck” he rests his forehead against Minho’s temple.
Minho starts caressing his nape, after a couple of minutes Chan rearranges them more comfortably, with Minho whimpering when the knot tugged at his rim, he ends up cuddling the younger, nuzzling at his neck, his palm spread right over Minho’s torso.
After a couple of minutes of them trying to catch their breath, Minho starts wondering why didn't he mate him? Why is he holding back? Does he not… want to?
“What’s wrong?” Chan whispers into his ear, sensing immediately something was off, Minho interwhines his fingers with Chan’s hand, the one that was spread across his stomach.
“I felt your fangs… — Chan hums in response, scared of what was coming — why didn't you bite me?”
Chan takes a few seconds to answer “If I do it, it changes us permanently and as much as I want to, I’m actually terrified of how much I want it but— I didn't want to make that decision alone”
Minho’s grip tightens on Chan’s hand and suddenly all those years of restraint make sense in a way Minho hadn’t fully understood before.
Chan wanted him but he wanted Minho’s choice too, so he waited.
Out of love.
“You really thought I’d let you into my nest if I didn’t already choose you too?” he says quietly.
Chan closes his eyes briefly, a shaky breath leaves him.
“…You have no idea how long I wanted to hear that” he nuzzles Minho’s neck, breathing him in.
“Do it” he whispers and Chan’s fangs come out, breathing faster, heartbeat spiking up, he laps at the perfect spot for him to carry their mating bite, Minho closes his eyes, cause he knows it’s gonna hurt and Chris bites down hard, growling, breaking the flawless skin and drawing a few drops of blood.
In that moment he was entirely Chan’s, completely his, today, tomorrow and for the rest of their lives, his.
Chan comes again with Minho clenching around him, whining a little, he withdraws his fangs after a few minutes, lapping at the bite to soothe the pain a little.
Chan feels the moment Minho relaxes “You ok?”
Minho hums “Better than ever” Chan smiles, kissing Minho’s nape.
Lino doesn't bother to open his eyes before he speaks again “Now we can have 6 pups”
Chan lifts himself on his forearm — as much as he can — to take a look at him, cause what do you mean six?
“Six? Are you trying to recreate Stray Kids?” His eyes open just enough to find him, heavy-lidded, satisfied.
“That way they’ll all have a pup to keep them busy” Chan laughs, going back down, he truly is a devil bunny.
His devil bunny.
He will give him another 6 pups if that's what he wants.
*****
Changbin’s dorm is unusually crowded.
The rest of the members are spread around in the living room.
Changbin is sitting on one of the sofas “Before I continue, I need everyone to know that you all spoil Minho hyung too much”
“And why is that a bad thing exactly?” Han asks.
“Because none of you asked were he was planning to nest and I know you saw him before cause he had one thing from each one of you”
“You also left him get away with your things” Seungmin retorted, raising an eyebrow.
“I thought he was just clingy!”
“So did I” Felix mentioned.
“He is clingy” Jeongin mutters from the armchair “That’s not the point. We are all guilty here”
Changbin drags a hand down his face “Anyway, I told Chan he needed to either tell Lee Know hyung how he felt or stop doing things only mates do”
“That wasn't exactly subtle” Hyunjin responds.
“Yeah well your leader was fully asleep in Minho hyung's nest looking like he found enlightenment”
“I just hope they mate soon — when Jeongin felt all eyes on him he continued — I want my dorm back”
Changbin drags a hand through his face again, this is just a housing issue for Jeongin.
Binnie can't even blame him, he is used to them. He was basically raised by Chan and Minho since their trainee days.
At this point, the mating would probably change absolutely nothing for him except the sleeping arrangements.