Shooky’s Father

Chan grinned as he held up the pastel pink bunny pajamas, complete with fluffy ears and matching socks, admiring the adorable ensemble he'd picked out for Minho.

 It was cozy and soft to the touch, and the thought of Minho wearing it made Chan’s heart race with excitement. He couldn’t wait to see his baby all bundled up in the cutest outfit imaginable.

Minho, however, was less thrilled when he saw it. "Chan hyung, that's...really not my style—" He muttered, his ears already turning a little pink as he eyed the bunny pajamas warily.

Chan, undeterred, smiled wider. "Come on, bunny, you'll look so cute in this. It's just for fun!" He playfully waved the fluffy ears in front of Minho's face, trying to win him over. “I’ll buy you pudding!” 

Minho shifted, folding his arms. "I don’t know...it’s too much." He mumbled, his eyes flicking away, already embarrassed by the idea of wearing something so cutesy.

Chan’s patience was starting to wear thin. “Either you wear it now, or I’ll wreck you until you can’t do anything but laugh, until you can’t even breathe anymore~”

Minho squealed, his hands flying to his face as he covered it. “Hyung!! Fine! I’ll wear it!” He grabbed the pajamas and rushed into the bedroom to change, wary but secretly excited. 

The process was a mix of awkward fumbling and self-conscious adjustments. After a few minutes, Minho emerged from the bedroom, his cheeks flushed and his expression a mix of embarrassment and resignation. The pajamas fit snugly, the bunny ears perched adorably on his head, and the matching socks completed the look.

Chan waited on the couch, practically bouncing with excitement. When Minho finally emerged, Chan’s breath caught right in his throat.

Minho looked ridiculously adorable. The pale pink fabric hugged his frame perfectly, the fluffy bunny ears resting gently against his brown hair. His matching bunny paw socks completed the look, and his expression was a mix of shyness and embarrassment as he slowly made his way back to the living room.

“Oh, baby…” Chan gasped in awe. “Come here, sit with me.” 

Minho walked hesitantly towards Chan, his steps small and cautious. He finally sank to the floor between Chan’s legs on the couch, sitting on his knees with a sweetly submissive posture. 

His eyes were lowered, but he peeked up at Chan with a shy, slightly teary expression. Minho avoided eye contact, his hands fidgeting in his lap, clearly still feeling shy.

But Chan melted at the sight of him. He leaned down, wrapping his arms around Minho’s shoulders and kissing the top of his head. “You look so adorable, Min, baby. I could eat you up~”

Minho let out a small, flustered laugh, but the tension in his body started to melt away as Chan’s warmth surrounded him. “Hyung…please…” 

He gently tilted Minho’s chin up, coaxing his lips into a soft smile as he admired the way Minho’s bunny teeth peeked out just slightly. “Look at those cute bunny teeth~” Chan teased, prying Minho’s lips apart just a little to show them off. “I have to get a picture.”

Minho whined as Chan pointed his camera at him, but he found himself secretly enjoying the attention, and his sparkly eyes widened as Chan cooed at him. “Look at the camera, pretty thing~” 

Click. 

Minho squeaked at that, his hands flying to his face as his face burned red in pure embarrassment. Minho whined, half-heartedly trying to turn away.

“No, no, Min, no need to be embarrassed, you look so pretty, okay kitten?” Chan coaxed, pulling Minho’s hands off of his face. 

Minho’s embarrassment was evident, but he couldn’t help but bite his lip in shyness at Chan’s affectionate teasing. 

Chan’s fingers delicately traced the contours of Minho’s face, and he used his thumb to part Minho’s lips ever so slightly. The action revealed Minho’s cute bunny teeth, and Chan took a close-up photo, capturing the adorable detail.

Click. 

Minho’s cheeks flamed with a deep blush, and he tried to hide his face, but Chan’s gentle touch and teasing only made him more flustered. 

Chan then placed one hand on Minho’s cheek, his touch tender and loving. Minho leaned into the touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment as he let out a soft, bunny-like sniffle.

“My beautiful, beautiful bunny~” Chan cooed, kissing Minho’s cheek with a gentle smile as Minho began to finally relax, his teary eyes squeezing shut as he leaned into the warmth of Channie’s thigh, letting out another sniffle as the heat ebbing into him from Chan’s thigh making him sleepy. “Oh, Min~”

Click. 

Minho whined when Chan scooped him up, holding him against his chest as he carried him to the next room. 

“Alright baby, time for the bunny’s reward~” Chan grinned, sitting on Minho’s hips and tapping his wrists. “Arms up.” 

Minho whined, but his arms gently went up, his hands clenched into tiny fists as he bit his lip, shyness creeping in in the form of the red blush creeping up his cheeks, the vulnerable position making his mind reel.  

“Sweet bunny, be good and keep your arms there, or else.” Chan cooed. 

Minho obliged, his arms now up and tangled in his fluffy hair, eyes pleading at Chan to stop teasing, stop denying him what he truly wanted. 

Chan started at his elbows, tickling down the sides of his arms and armpits, making Minho twitch and squirm, and then his eager hyung targeted the tender sides of his chest, and Min squeaked and giggled as Chan stayed there, his fingers digging in and squeezing the sensitive flesh in a way that was way too ticklish for Minho to handle. 

“Ohoho nohohoho!! Hyuhuhung—WAHHAHA—plehehehease!!”

Minho felt embarrassed at how quickly he was reduced to begging, how fast Chan made him surrender, how good the ticklish sensations felt, and how loved and cared for it made him feel. 

Chan traveled down slowly, next digging into every space between Minho’s ribs, smiling as he felt Minho’s feet frantically drum the bed behind him. “Ticklish?”

Minho was lost, laughing with a wide smile on his face, letting out an incoherent squeal when Channie’s thumbs pressed into a bone. “NOHOHOHO—p-plehehehehehease hyuhuhung—THAHAT TICKLES TOOHO MUHUHUHUCH!!” 

Chan cooed. “Keeping your arms up for me, like a good bunny. I love you so much, cutie~” 

Lino squealed and bit his lip, whimpering as Chan’s hands crawled menacingly down to his sides, the older smiling evilly as he moved to Minho’s belly, scratching around the area, and laughing when Minho screeched adorably, giggles pouring out of him. “AAHAHAHAHA—hyuhuhuhuhung…HYUHUHUNG ohohoho my— WOAHAHAHAH!!” 

Chan smiled as his fingers neared his bunny’s belly button, lifting Minho’s shirt and revealing his pale, flat tummy, and Min’s arms lowered instantly, but one tap from Chan had his hands above his head, rendering him helpless again. 

“Hyuhung…please…nohot my belly button!” Minho begged, breathless and red-faced, his eyes shining with unshed tears as he whined, his arms trembling with the pure desire to shoot his arms down and stop Chan. 

But he didn’t, of course. 

“CHAHAHANNIE HYUUUUNG!!” Minho exploded into laughter, squealing and throwing his hips up and screaming as it pushed the older’s fingers further into his sensitive button. 

“Yes, Minnie?” Chan giggled. “Is this bunny sensitive?~” 

“YES YES PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!” Minho shook his head, tears spilling down his cheeks as Chan used one finger to destroy the sensitive button, rubbing along his bunny’s side with his other hand as Minho squirmed when thrashed. “Well, that’s too bad, honey, you’re stuck with me.” 

Minho squealed, his slitted eyes gleaming and his cheeks pink, the bunny ears laying along his ears soaked with tears and his face flushed the same color as his pajamas, and his giggles and bunny smile were heartmelting. 

Chan cooed, reaching beside him. “Oh, you’re so cute, sweetie~” 

Click. 

Playing with his fingers anxiously, Changbin could barely contain the nervous tears threatening to spill over his eyes. 

Lies. It was all lies. He couldn’t stop lying. ‘Why am i like this? Why can’t I just tell them the truth?’

That specific day, he had felt so anxious in the morning, his hands were shaking and he was practically heaving in every breath. It was like something completely different. He had never felt it before. 

“Oh god…” He gasped, left hand suddenly gripping the chair beneath him tightly as he sobbed, covering his mouth with the right so the others wouldn’t hear him. 

Chan had stopped him, asking how his morning was. He responded saying it was good. Lies. 

Hyunjin questioned if he was nervous. He said no. Lies. 

Felix asked if he was okay. He replied that he was completely fine and just tired. More and more lies. 

And now they had a performance soon and Binnie was stuck like this in the waiting room. He tried to stop his tears, thankfully not wearing any makeup. He didn’t think he could handle another makeup artist yelling at him. 

“Binnieee!!” Felix bounced into the room, a happy grin on his face as he ran to his hyung. 

Seeing his face, he fell short. “Hey…hyung…” He quickly shut the door and locked it, racing back to the older sitting on the bench and kneeling in front of him. 

“…What happened?” Felix asked, cupping the rapper’s cheeks in his hands. 

“N-Nothing…” Changbin replied, ableit subduedly. “I’m okay, I swear!” He hoped the younger wouldn’t suspect anything. After all, he wasn’t exactly crying anymore, there weren’t any tears. 

“I’m smarter than that, bunny…” Felix sighed, pressing a small kiss to the tip of Binnie’s nose. 

“I’m s-so sorry…” Changbin couldn’t hold in any longer, tears dripping onto his shirt, clenched between his fists. 

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Cry all you need to, hyung. It’s okay—I’m here.” Felix cooed, pulling the shorter into his arms. “I was happy cause our performance get pushed a few hours…meaning we can go home. You wanna do that?” 

Changbin nodded quietly, and he was quiet all the way home, silently gripping Lixie’s hoodie and looking out the window, head leaning on the chick’s shoulder with ease. 

Felix offered him a massage, and seeing how Changbin could never pass up in one of those, he agreed. 

Minutes later, he was groaning happily as Lix slowly massaged every sore muscle in his back. 

It was all very sweet and all, but Lix had a plan…and an ulterior motive. 

“AHaah!! Yongbok-ah, dohohon’t! Stohohohop!!” Binnie’s hands flew back to grip at the younger’s wrists. 

Felix paused in faux confusion, fingernails scribbling down Changbin’s back. “What was that? Don’t…stop?” 

“Nahahahhaa!!” Binnie giggled, twisting away from the fingers down his shoulder blades. 

“Awhhhh!!” Lixie cooed, hands never stopping their small scribbling movements down the dwaekki’s sensitive back. “Well, I bet you’re enjoying this, are you?~” 

Changbin squeaked at that, a hard jolt racking his body as a finger slid down his spine. 

Felix bent the older’s arms under his torso, the weight keeping him pinned beneath the chick. 

“Wahahait…wait—AGH!!” Changbin screeched when Lixie’s fingers curled around his sides, dragging his nails along the sides and across his back before returning along the same path. 

The sensations were torture for poor Changbin, who let out a hysterical squeal, twisting crazily under the fingers but finding nowhere to escape. 

“Ohohoho my gohohohod thahat tihihihickles sohoho BAHAHAD!!” Changbin giggled frantically, drumming his feet on the edge of the bed and laughing freely. 

Felix reached back teasingly and did the same with the backs of the rapper’s thighs, earning a squealy, happy Binnie beneath him. 

“Oh gosh, you’re too cute.” Lixie laughed along with the giggling older, moving his tracing fingers along the sides of Changbin’s torso, abandoning his back for a while. 

Poor Binnie jolted aggressively, squealing and whining at all the tingly sensations, leaving him a flushed mess on the bed, tears of laughter welling up in the corners of his eyes. 

“Yohohohongbok—ahahahhh…” He gave up completely to the tickles, slumping onto the bed and giggling his cute head off. 

Felix kept ticklishly massaging his fingers into every crevice of Bin’s body, fingers tracing over every swell and sink of the rapper’s body. Of course, who else would know Binnie’s body better? 

“Thahahahat tihihihicklesss!!” Changbin squeaked when Felix now moved to his armpits, gently tracing along the hollow enough for it to tickle and soft enough to elicit the softest reactions from the dwaekki. 

About fifteen minutes of this later, Changbin was melted completely against the bed, face turned to the side. His cheek squished against the pillow, tears soaking the cloth beneath it as giggles poured from him endlessly. 

He was exhausted, but he loved it. 

‘Maybe…I can last a little longer. I won’t lie about it.’ 

Seungmin was feeling particularly mischievous that day at his dorm. 

Inspired by the classic prank of a water bucket, he devised a plan to catch Minho off guard. After filling a bucket with water, he carefully propped it against the door just before Minho was expected to come out of his room. 

Seungmin snickered to himself, already imagining the look of surprise on Minho’s face. He planned to catch the usually stoic older off guard, and it clearly worked when minutes later, Minho walked through the door. 

The bucket tipped over and spilled the ice-cold water onto Minho’s relaxed form, causing the cat to screech loudly and gasp as the temperature of the water took his breath, shaking his head like a wet dog. 

The initial shock on Minho’s face quickly transformed into a wide-eyed expression of disbelief, which then shifted to a glare.

“KIM SEUNGMIN!” 

Seungmin knew it was time to go. He immediately broke into a run, hearing Minho chase him, hot on his heels. He squealed with laughter and sprinted down the hallway, his heart racing with adrenaline.

The chase led them through the common area, where the other members watched in amusement, cheering on the impending showdown.

“Oh, he’s so dead.” Felix told Jisung with a giggle as Minho cornered Minnie agaisnt the wall. 

With a burst of speed, Minho lunged forward, grabbing Seungmin by the wrist and pinning him against the wall. Mong’s back hit the cool surface with a thud, and he looked up at Minho, wide-eyed and breathless.

 “What were you thinking, huh? Soaking me like that?” Minho growled into his ear, hair plastering to his forehead from the still dripping water in his black strands. 

Seungmin giggled uncontrollably, his cheeks flushed with excitement. “I was just—”

“Just what?” Minho interrupted, leaning in closer, a smirk dancing on his lips. “Trying to get me all soaked?”

“Yes!” Seungmin replied, unable to hold back his laughter. “It was supposed to be funny! And it was!” 

Minho glared at him, suddenly pulling Seungmin to the floor and sitting on his hips, pulling his arms high above his head and pinning him down effectively. Minnie squealed in fear and tried to squirm away, but it was easier said than done. 

Seungmin’s eyes widened in pure terror as Minho’s hands suddenly moved to his ribs, kneading at them with merciless pressure, and the poor puppy absolutely lost it. 

His body jerked violently, his screams echoing through the dorm as he tried desperately to escape, but Minho’s body pinned him in place, his fingers digging cruelly into every sensitive spot he could find.

“FUCK—HYUHUHUHUNG SLOW DOHOHOWN!!” Seungmin screamed, twisting and laughing loudly as his eyes instinctively squeezed shut. 

“You really thought you could get away from me?” Minho’s voice was low, teasing, sending a shiver down Seungminnie’s spine. 

“Gohohohosh—YOUHUHURE SUHUHUCH A BIHIHIHIHITCH!!” Seungmin’s voice was already cracking, his laughter turning frantic as he tried to push Min away. 

His legs kicked out, body bucking in desperation, but Minho only grinned wider, his fingers speeding up as they traveled over poor Mong’s ribs, sides, and stomach with ruthless precision.

“Calling me names now, huh?” Minho shook his head. “I guess I have to teach you a lesson on how to respect your elders…”

While talking, Minho’s hands slid down Seungmin’s torso, moving closer and closer to a spot that had Seungmin in tears immediately, shaking his head and biting his lip desperately, whimpering and shaking his head as his laughter racked his whole body. 

“N-No…nohoho mohohore—please…” Minnie whined as Minho’s fingers inched closer and closer to his lower belly, pushing his clothing out of the way, and tears dripped onto the floor, and all he could do was watch, knowing that if he tried to interject, he would get it so much worse. 

“Looks like someone’s getting what he deserves~” Felix chuckled, pulling out his phone to record the scene as Seungmin shot him a murderous glare through his tears.

“Y-You’re all fucking assholes—” Minnie growled, his voice shaky from the laughter, but before he could even finish the sentence, Minho dipped a finger into his belly button, and Seungmin melted into the loudest hysterical laughter he had ever heard. 

“NONONO—FUHUHUHUHUCK!!” Seungmin screeched as Minho held his arms to his chest with one hand, using just one finger on his other to absolutely break Seungmin down, unraveling him like a ball of yarn. 

“ARGHHH—HAHAHAHAHA!! HYUNGGG!! STOHOHOHOP!! Nohohohot thehehere—NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!!” Seungmin whined and begged, pleading pathetically as Minho abused his worst spot. Damn…he is really good at this. 

“What was that, Minnie?” Minho teased, his finger digging in even deeper. “Didn’t quite hear you over all that screaming.”

Seungmin’s head fell back against the wall, his entire body trembling as he was reduced to a helpless, hysterical mess. “IHIHI HAHAHATE YOUHUHUHU!! I FUHUCKING HATE YOU—STAHAHAHAHAHA!!” he screamed, but the words were lost in a fit of uncontrollable laughter as Minho kept going, his fingers relentless in their attack.

Minho frowned at that. He knew Seungmin had a tendency to swear, and he wanted to reduce that bold puppy into a melted, flushed mess. He wanted to break Minnie, tickling him until he couldn’t even think anymore. Couldn’t even form words. 

“I-I’ll—kill you, IHIHILL KIHIHILL—AHHHH!!—NOHOHO MOHOHORE—Nohoho mohohohore!!” Poor Seungmin gasped, his body writhing in Minho’s hold, but it was no use. Minho’s fingers kept moving, never letting up as they found every sensitive spot, exploiting them without mercy.

Minho laughed, his voice rich with amusement as he watched Seungminnie completely fall apart. “You’re gonna kill me? Baby, you can’t even keep yourself together.” His fingers dug into Seungmin’s waist, making the puppy boy’s head fall back with a desperate, high-pitched scream.

“Oh, look at that—can’t even speak properly, huh? You’re so goddamn weak, Minnie~” Minho taunted, his fingers moving relentlessly. “What if I never stopped? What if I just kept tickling you until you couldn’t think straight, until you’re just a helpless little mess in my hands?”

Seungminnie’s mind was already foggy, his thoughts slipping away with every scream that tore from his throat. He couldn’t handle it anymore, couldn’t take the way Minho’s fingers kept tormenting him, finding every ticklish spot and attacking it without mercy.

He sobbed weakly, mind too gone to even register the member’s adoring coos from the couch. His eyes squeezed shut, tears streaming down his flushed cheeks as he tried to twist away, but there was no escaping Minho’s relentless touch.

“Fuck—you’re killing me…you’re fucking killing me—” Seungmin sobbed, his voice dissolving into incoherent laughter as his body jerked and jolted helplessly against the floor. Tears streamed down his red cheeks as he tried desperately to catch his breath. 

Just as Seungmin thought he might pass out from the intensity, Minho’s fingers finally slowed, his grip loosening slightly as he leaned in to coo at the trembling boy. “Oh baby, too much?~” 

Seungmin sobbed at the sound, mind completely melted as he became plaint for Minho, his syrupy sweet cooing tone making him surrender even further. 

Minho, getting the hint that Seungmin might need aftercare, gently pulled him up, resting the puppy’s head against his chest and rocking them back and forth. “You okay?”

The contrast between Minho’s ticklish cruelty and his soft caring side made Mong’s head spin. Seungmin tried to respond, but all that came out was a breathless whine, his head still resting heavily against Minho’s chest.

 His limbs felt like jelly, every nerve ending still tingling from the aftermath of the brutal tickling. 

He wanted to say something, maybe curse Minho out again, but his mind was too foggy, too overwhelmed by the lingering sensation of Minho’s hands on his body.

“Guess you’re done now, huh, puppy?” Minho cooed, stroking Seungmin’s hair fondly as he held him close.

Poor Minnie growled weakly, still trying to glare at Minho despite the exhaustion in his eyes. “Y-You’re...fucking dead, Lee Minho.”

But the threat had no bite. His body melted against Minho’s, his head resting against his chest as he let out a few final giggles, too tired to fight anymore. Minho only grinned, kissing the top of his head gently.

“Holy shit, he’s done for,” Hyunjin muttered from the couch, shaking his head in disbelief. “You actually killed him.”

Felix snickered, holding up his phone to capture the scene. “He’s like a melted mess in hyung’s hands. Look at him.”

“You did so well, baby,” Minho murmured, his voice soft now as he pressed another kiss to Jisung’s temple. “You took it like a champ. So strong for me.”

Seungmin whimpered again, his eyelids fluttering shut as he sagged even further into Minho’s embrace. Every last bit of energy had been tickled out of him, leaving him completely limp and pliant, a helpless mess in Minho’s hands. 

His breathing finally began to steady, though his body still twitched occasionally, as if anticipating more tickles at any second. 

Minho grinned fondly, running his fingers gently through Seungmin’s hair, relishing the way the boy melted against him, utterly defenseless. “You’re so cute when you’re like this~” he whispered, amusement laced in his voice as he watched Minnie barely able to keep his eyes open.

“Fuhuck…you…” Seungmin yawned. 

“I love you too, puppy.”

“you gotta keep quiet, hyung~” seungmin was so cruel. so mean. so evil. at least in hyunjin’s opinion.

hyunjin squeezed his eyes shut, tears gathering at his lashline as he tugged at his arms to no avail. his lips quivered desperately, and he knew he was tickles away from breaking.

seung had him on his lap, holding hyunjin’s arms above his head and was currently squeezing his side in random motions, causing hyune to thrash and whimper as he almost squealed.

they were currently in a storage closet backstage, and their stylist was currently right outside the room, working on changbin’s makeup as the two chatted. hyunjin certainly did not want them to hear his completely undignified cackling.

“how long until my jinnie breaks, hm?~” seungmin smiled as hyunjin whimpered, the sensations of seungmin’s lips blowing air into his ear making him bite his lip in desperation.

“p-plehehehease…mihihinniee...” hyunjin gasped when a finger moved down to his belly, scratching around his belly button with a gentleness that had hyunjin’s cheeks soaked with tears immediately, his head falling back into seungmin’s chest as he giggled quietly, only for the puppy to hear.

“shhhh…you don’t want them to hear, do you?” seungmin tsked, eyes fond as hyunjin wailed silently, biting his lower lip and burying his head into seung’s neck when the sensations became too overwhelming.

seungmin could feel him mouthing pleas into his neck, and despite the ticklish sensation, minnie decided to cut the poor boy some slack. after all, this was just a game, and seungmin didn’t wanna embarrass hyune too badly.

“fine, fine, you’re okay, don’t cry.” seungmin cooed, finally stopping the tickling and wiping the tears off of hyunjin’s face.

it was only then they heard the door open.

“you guys done giggling in here?”

The room was silent, something you had grown used to, having visited the extremely busy idols’ dorms frequently enough to not be surprised by now. Nothing really interested you on the TV; the dramas you usually binge-watched were replays of old episodes you’d already seen several times, and the documentaries that usually interested you just weren’t hitting the spot for some reason.

So you sat on their spacious sofa, well, more like laid on it, your back much more happy that way, and simply scrolled on your phone. A few short videos here -after having watched all recent videos of the content creators you subscribed to-, a few minutes of scrolling on your news feeds on several apps there.

The flow of time kept slipping from your grasp without your notice, as if you were trying to capture sand within your bare fingers.

A ringing sound broke you out of your mindless scrolling, bored eyes looking at the top of your phone to see someone calling: it was your mom. Not wanting to lose your head for not answering, but also wondering why she had called so suddenly, you immediately picked up, device closely pressed to your ear in search of an answer.

Oh, how you wished your hearing was wrong, that this call was just a hallucination your bored mind made up to morbidly entertain itself.

Not a single muscle in your body moved, the device still clutched in your grasp, knuckles no doubt turning white from the force, even after the call had ended long ago. The words you had heard echoed in your mind cruelly, not showing any signs of leaving.

And yet, you felt weirdly calm. No, empty would be a more fitting word.

Whereas you should have been crying, sobbing, screaming in despair or anger, you did nothing. Not even a gasp of surprise left through your open lips, only the guilt of not feeling any of those settled over you, like a chain of sin grasping onto your skin.

You felt broken, as if you weren’t functioning properly, something that only added to the weight, keeping you down.

Steps could be heard from nearby, their goal obviously you, based on their only strengthening volume. Were the boys back? But when? You didn’t hear them outside the door, something that should have been nearly impossible, with how loud they usually got, playing around with each other with no restraint.

Your name was called quietly from above, making you turn your head and look at Chan, his gaze immediately turning soft, as if he had sensed what had happened.

Not even a second later he was by your side, gently asking you to sit up, only to take you into his warm embrace and lock you in place, arms not intending to move anytime soon.  You instinctually melted into his hold, his chest holding you up safely, something you trusted him to do after knowing him for so long.

“What happened?” - he asked, voice so sweet you nearly shattered from it.

You knew he only meant good, of course he did, he was Chan after all. Even so, no words left your lips, your eyes remaining dry, chest feeling empty and void of anything, only the guilt having long nestled itself in there. So, you could only shake your head and shrug your shoulders, turning around in his arms and burying your head into his neck.

Hiding away seemed to be your best choice at that moment, something you were correct about as another person joined you two, his warm hand gliding across the expanse of your back reassuringly.

You could feel Chan shaking his head above you, a few strands of your hair gently moving around from the movement.

“Maybe our yeobo here had gotten tired from waiting for us all day long, hm?” - it was Hyunjin, voice impossibly close to you.

Not wanting to cause them needless worry, you nodded into the older’s skin, a little chuckle leaving them at that, calling you cute. Still, Chan’s hold on you tightened, as if he somehow knew you were lying.

A question popped into your head, one that would hopefully distract them from trying to interrogate you and dig down to the core of the problem.

“Where are the others?” - you asked, proud of how you sounded like your usual self. “Mh, well, Changbin and Sungie are working on their duo song, but they should be wrapping up pretty soon, since they had been really excited about our planned movie night.” - Chan answered, his chest rumbling soothingly. “Minho hyung is helping Lixie with a tricky move, although they should arrive any minute now, since they sent me back saying they were about to be done and I wasn’t needed there anymore. Minnie and Innie had actually come up with us, they just went to their dorm to get ready for staying the night here. They didn’t want to hear you whining about sweaty hugs again.” - Hyunjin chuckled, making me shoot out of my hiding place with a force. “That’s gross, of course I wouldn’t want that! You guys keep whining about it at practice too, you hypocrite!”

Chan only laughed at the dramatically gross expressions Hyunjin kept making from the mere thought of hugging while being at practice, making you laugh along with him. You had temporarily forgotten about that phone call, your worries erased along with most of your guilt, only laughter and joy remaining in its place, something that had always been the case whenever you hung out with these men.

One by one the others arrived as well, the place turning lively and loud, but loud in the good way, the way that made everything feel cosy and like home. You relished in it, soaking in it like a cat laying in a sunny spot, your dark fur turning warm to the touch.

Not a single thought about that phone call crossed your mind, or about how you were supposed to feel, the scene of Felix being smothered by Changbin’s much more muscular form way funnier in your eyes. Minho magically whipped out a tissue from somewhere, turning to a scared Hyunjin with a threatening smirk. Jisung laughed at him, only to be the next to be threatened, forcing the quokka and the weasel to run away together. Those who remained seated calmly with you loudly enjoyed it, Seungmin’s laughter being the loudest in your ears since he had decided to steal you away for a cuddle session, and who were you to say no to that.

Then, your phone rang once again, stealing everyone’s attention, yours included.

It was your sibling, making dread run down your spine, knowing fully well they would never call unless it was something serious, the two of you usually only chatting, much more comfortable with that.

No one uttered a word around you as you sat there, your form unbeknownst to you turning more and more rigid with every word uttered through the device in your hands. Unseeing eyes stared ahead, air stuck in the organ they should have left long ago, refusing to budge even an inch.

After some time, a few minutes or half an hour, you had no idea, the call ended, much like the previous one. Curious pairs of eyes were set on you, although most of them were paired with creased foreheads and furrowed eyebrows, worry clearly written on their faces.

The silent question was eventually asked by Felix, the bravest one to break the heavy atmosphere.

Words spilled out of your mouth eventually, uncertain and shaky, much too quiet for the boys’ comfort. They formed dreadful sentences, ones that talked about how not only your sibling’s pet you adored so much needed a surgery, or in the worst case scenario, that little fluff ball wasn’t even saveable and needed to be put down. By the time you had reached the part about your beloved parent, who was diagnosed with cancer and similarly to the little pet was in need of a surgery, your lips were wobbly, fat tears rolling down your eyes and carving their way down your cheeks, falling into your clothing and making it uncomfortably cling to your skin.

Everything broke inside you, all those feelings you felt like you needed to feel hours ago now rampaging inside your poor body, destroying it from the inside.

Nothing felt fair, as if the universe specifically had chosen you and your family to suffer with the way things had been going lately, these two horrible news only adding to it considerably.

“Hey, baby, can you listen to my voice? Let it all out, just breathe with me, mkay?” - Chan’s deep whisper reached your ears, his strong arms wrapped around you once again, replacing his younger member’s gentle hold.

His presence merely caused the dams to break more, something you thought was impossible, yet it happened all the same. Through extremely blurry vision you spotted the one you sought after, arms raised and hands making grabby motions towards his direction. That was all he needed to understand your silent request, the quokka settling into your hold and hugging you from the front, not caring how you buried your head into the crook of his neck and dirtied his clothes with snot and tears, or even the dangerously tight hold you had on his clothes, the fabric on the verge of tearing apart. 

He merely held you as you sobbed there, joining Chan’s little hums, the two knowing how much it usually calmed you down.

And as you were sandwiched between the two, letting your sorrows out, the others gathered around and held onto any body part they could, even if it was only your pinky. They all held onto you tightly with no exception, Hyunjin and Changbin wiping your tears away gently once you had lifted your head up, even though their faces were just as wet, empathy running through them with a vicious force.

The others weren’t better off, the aussies and Jisung openly crying along with you, while Innie sat besides you with teary eyes. And while Minho and Seungmin weren’t on the verge of tears, you knew that didn’t mean they didn’t care. No, of course not, otherwise the glass of water and your favourite snack that were pressed into your hands gently, yet firmly, would mean nothing.

Even after hours of just staying there, of just listening to them gently talk to you, you remained silently in your place, the warmth that enveloped you from all directions much too precious and comfortable to pass up.

“Is somebody gonna match my freak…?” Changbin hummed, bringing one box after another into the new dorm with ease. 

Meanwhile, Hyunjin gasped for breath, tired from the constant moving and heavy weights. “Hyung…I would…but I’m not a nasty girl.” 

Changbin burst into laughter, promptly dropping the box and sinking to his knees. Hyunjin grinned after him in amusement. 

“I know Chaeryeong did the ‘Nasty’ challenge but I’m thinking you’d do it well too.” Hyunjin giggled. 

“Whatever!” Binnie waved him off, going to get another box from the truck parked in front of the dorm. “I can’t do that!” 

Hyunjin grinned incredulously. “Maybe I’ll do it with you! Match your freak, you know?” 

Changbin shrieked at that, laughing so hard that he had to sit on the floor to catch his breath. “You…tweherking?”

“Hey! I can twerk!” Hyunjin yelled, offended.  

Changbin laughed even more at that. 

Hyunjin groaned as he picked up another box, Binnie helping him gently as the two boys brought it in. 

Hyunjin frowned as Changbin ran to get another one. “I can do tons of things! I’ll show him...” 

The next time Changbin entered the room, arms laden with a lighter box, Hyunjin decided to strike. 

Using the rapper’s love love for him against him, he wrapped his arms around Binnie’s waist. 

“I-Oh…” Changbin squeaked, a happy noise as Hyunjin rocked them side to side. “You like that?” Hyunjin cooed in a deep tone. Changbin nodded with a small smile. 

This felt nice…but onto the real plan. Hyunjin suddenly let go, dipping both hands into Changbin’s armpits, the area exposed from his tank top. 

Poor Binnie squealed, immediately dropping the box in favor of snapping his arms to the side. “Hyuhunjin!!”

“Hyuhung!!” Hyune mocked, pushing the older to the floor and straddling his hips. 

Changbin yelped as Hyunjin grabbed both his wrists, pulling them taut above his head, and with much struggle, managed to pin them. “See! I can do a ton of things!” Hyunjin exclaimed. “Lihike whahat, you weakling?” Changbin snickered, and Hyune glared at him. “You’re so in for it now…”

Leaning his entire weight into his grip on the older’s wrists, the dancer grabbed the sides of Bin’s waist, and kneaded roughly into the boy’s love handles. 

Changbin shrieked and sealed his lips shut, shaking his head side to side as he bucked up softly. 

“Awhhh…what’s the matter, hyungie? A little…ticklish?” Hyunjin teased cruelly, and Changbin’s cheeks lit up pink like christmas lights. 

“No! I’m not ticklish…” Changbin retorted, though the word made his face heat up rapidly. 

“You say this everytime…” Hyunjin sighed. “And I prove you wrong…everytime.” 

“At least I’m not as t-ticklish as you are!” Changbin grunted, still puffing out his cheeks as Hyunjin softly kneaded his waistline. 

“I’ll change that…”

Binnie barely had time to comprehend those words before Hyunjin’s hands moved to his belly, squeezing around quickly, moving from the spot to his sides, to his v-line. 

Changbin couldn’t handle the sudden attack. Cackles poured from him before he could control it, and Hyune grinned victoriously. 

“Gotcha~” 

Bin squealed, twisting aggressively as he desperately kicked behind Hyunjin. “Youhuhuuhu SUHUHUHUHUCK!! HWANG HYUHUHUNJIN!!”

“Really? Admit you’re ticklish, admit it.” Hyune demanded, keeping poor Binnie in hysterics as he moved to the boy’s armpits instead. 

Changbin screamed and just laughed, body jerking left and right fruitlessly. “NOHOHOHOHO!!” He wailed, tears forming gently in the inner corner of his eyes. 

“Really…and what if I do this?” Hyune cruelly moved towards the rapper’s sensitive rib-cage. 

Changbin blanched. 

“Wahahait…wait HYUNJIN DONT YOU DARE!! YOU MEHEHEHEHEANIEEEE!!” He shrieked, the sudden attack at his ribs making him shake with desperate laughter. 

Hyunjin watched happily as Binnie kicked out, twisting and laughing with his face a bright pink. He was absolutely adorable. 

“Do you admit you’re just as ticklish as I am? Just as weak and sensitive…maybe even more than me, what the heck?” He laughed. 

“IHIHIM NOT!! IM NOT IM NOT IM NOHOHOHOT!!” Changbin shook his head, mind melting under the tickly fingers and sensations. 

“You sure?~” Fingers moved to his upper rib cage, and Changbin couldn’t contain the howl that convulsed through his whole body. He stilled, back arched before crashing back down and twisting to the left. 

Hyunjin just laughed with him. “Wow, I didn’t expect that! Guess you’re really sensitive here, huh?” He dug in a little deeper.  

Binnie cried with mirth, finally screaming out the words Hyunjin wanted to hear. “IHIHIM MORE TIHIHICKLISH THAHAN YOUUU!! NOHOHOW PLEHHEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOP!! IHIHIM BEHEHEHEGGINGGG!!” 

Hyunjin laughed, but let go, watching the rapper curl up immediately with an out of breath gasp. 

“Guess I matched your freak, huh?”

“Shuuhut uhuupp!! I still need to bring the boxes in!”

“You’re tired though, come eat ice creammm!”

“…Fine.”

Your last day of finals flew! Your final exam took a lot out of you but once you walked through the double doors of the university, you realized you were done. Done with classes, done with your studies, done with your bachelors. Those four years were a lot and the past few months drained you faster than the long hours of studying reasoning and writing alone, but you were done. You and Changbin were DONE!

The next few weeks came and went in the blink of an eye. You passed all of your finals, you were graduating, and your internship was turning into a full-blown career once graduation was over. You hadn’t told the boys yet, so you decided to surprise them in the most random and lowkey way possible. You were all sitting in the living room scattered anywhere from the couch to the floor, Changbin steaming both of your grad gowns, and you decided at a random part of the movie, that you made your announcement. 

“I got in.” You simply stated. You got a couple of “huh?” reactions from the members, keeping a straight face for the most part until the corners of your mouth raised the tiniest bit when someone gasped from the floor.

“You mean…” Han questioned. You nodded.

“I’m staying in Seoul,” you said happily right before Hyunjin yelled and pulled you from your couch to hug you tight. Cheers and laughter filled the room, and seconds later Chris picked you up and swung you around. Everybody jumped up and down like they were in a locker room, congratulating you as the room was overflowing with pure happiness. The boys treated you and Changbin to Korean BBQ the night before your graduation, as a celebration of getting your degree and getting accepted into your top internship program. After giving you a handwritten graduation card, they handed you an  envelope. You opened it quickly and nearly made all of them go deaf.

“I GET TO SEE FLETCHER?!?!?!” You scream at the top of your lungs.

“We all get to if I don’t go deaf first,” Hyunjin stated, digging his pinky into his ear canal. You jumped for joy as the guys watched you fondly. You were completely stoked to say the least, getting to watch your favorite artists LIVE and in THE FRONT ROW?!?! It truly couldn't get better than this.

They were extremely excited to attend your’s and Changbin’s graduation the next day. They cheered you on with giant cardboard cutouts of your faces that were rather goofy from all the times you have stolen their phone to take a selfie. It was amazing to see how much you had gone through in just a few months, and now you were graduating. When you walked on stage to receive your certificate, you held it up high to the sky, silently thanking Carter for watching over you. Changbin received his right after you, and right when you walked down the steps to go back to your seats, you threw your arms around Changbin, smiling wide when he hugged you back; you wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for your best friends. After the ceremony, everyone gathered outside the auditorium, anxiously waiting for you two to come out. As soon as you both ran out the doors, your degrees held high as you pumped your fists in the air, everyone jumped for joy. You ran down the steps and jumped into the first pair of outstretched arms. You hugged each one of them, thanking them for all they had done and continued to do for you. When you reached Chris, you grabbed his face and gently closed the gap between you both. He had originally gone for a hug, but this was better, so much better. The guys started fanboying so hard as Chris's widened eyes slowly fluttered closed. He wrapped his arms snuggly around you and kissed you back.

“I TOLD YOU SHE’D MAKE THE FIRST MOVE!” Minho cheered as Jeongin and Felix rolled their eyes. 

“Doesn’t mean you get to take my money,” Changbin added while Felix was already reaching into his wallet. 

“Pay up hoes,” Seungmin said, holding out his hand. 

“I don’t owe you shit!” Han stated.

“I teamed up with Minho, I receive half,” Seungmin said cheekily. Chris paused for a moment, gazing at you with a look of disbelief as he attempted to determine if this moment was actually happening. Your radiant smile intensified the already beautiful day, causing his dimples to become more pronounced as he placed one hand on your face and drew you closer, intensifying your kiss.

“Hey love birds you can continue sucking face at home right now I want food!” Hyunjin said as he threw an arm around Felix. As you both pulled away and laughed, everyone else looked at you both fondly.

“I can’t believe y’all bet on this,” you say shaking your head but with a giant smile on your face. Chris shook his head.

“I can,” he chuckled.

The next day, you were having a cuddle session with Chris, occasionally stealing kisses and batting his hands away when he’d try to squish your sides. He was playing with your hair when you finally look up from the show you two were watching.

"Can I ask you something?" you whisper, giving Chris one more kiss on the nose.

"Anything," he says.

"How long?" you ask, referring to how long he's had these feelings. His eyes twinkled as he stared into yours.

“Honestly, I can’t pin point a day it started, I just know that overtime, feelings became more apparent and that day we all spent of the beach together, I couldn’t deny it anymore,” he said, playing with your hair during his confession.

"Did you think I wouldn't feel the same?" you ask, moving some hair out of his face.

"Partially yes, but I didn't want to ruin the bond we already have. Your happiness has always been a priority to me, but I didn't know if I could fulfill the happiness as a partner,” Chris said shyly. You giggled.

"Chris, that is so silly. You've always made me smile and laugh when I was stressed, angry, sad, lonely, no matter what the situation you have always been able to put a smile on my face or just simply make me feel safe and loved. Plus, I'm kind of a hypocrite,” you say quietly.

"Whys thats?" He asks, sitting up a little bit.

"Cause this wasn't the first time I developed feelings either,” you say, looking back at the show.

"When was it for you?" He asks. You smiled.

“Remember when you were celebrating Han signing up for therapy because he was so scared to, but you were encouraging him and letting him know that we got his back no matter what? He came home so excited to tell you that he signed up?” Chris smiled fondly at that.

“And that same week, Jeongin was having a hard time with school and he was in tears late at night? You were holding him and letting him know everything was going to be okay? That he was smart and successful and we loved him no matter what?” You asked replaying that event in your head. Chris nodded carefully, he remembered that evening as clear as day. Jeongin was about to graduate high school… THAT WAS 3 YEARS AGO.

“The love you exert is beyond admirable, for you friends, family, and our group. You care for everyone, you have such a big heart, and I knew right then and there that was who I wanted in a partner. You’re everything I could want and more, Chris,” you say proudly. He smiled at that and cupped your face.

“How did I get so lucky to get someone like you?” he asked with so much fondness in his voice. You smirked.

“You’re very lucky cause I think when we first met you thought I was gay,” you giggled. His eyes bulged as he pulled you further into his lap, playfully biting your neck.

“That’s the last time I listen to Han, I think his gaydar was off,” he said with his face buried in your neck, relishing you screeching in the living room.

“You think?!?!” You giggled.

The night of Fletcher’s concert you could barely sit still. You were so giddy on the car ride there, blasting her entire discography, freaking out knowing you were about to hear it live. You looked at all of your friends and watched the stage lights twinkle in their eyes and their smiles beaming through the darkness. Chris admired your from behind with his arms wrapped around your waist, filled with joy seeing you so happy. He held you closer and planted a kiss on the side of your temple.

“I love you,” he said, and while you think you wouldn’t be able to hear him through the speakers, you did.

“I love you too,” you said happily.

Although your world may have turned upside down, you are grateful to have a family and a soulmate who reminds you that you are not alone.

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THATS A WRAP! You guys have been so patient with me! Thank you all for supporting this series, I hope to write more in the future! Until then, be kind to yourselves, you are so so loved.

Felix cowered as far back on his bed as possible. He had a long distance insect spray in his shaking hand as he stared at the monster on his floor.

A spider with a thick body and long, sharp looking legs stared at him from the floor. It was on the opposite side of the door and looked ready to attack at any moment. Felix, petrified, had no idea whether to spray it and run or call someone to help. It was midnight already and most members were asleep in their rooms-

He didn’t have much time to think as the spider took some steps forward.

“AH” Felix yelled as he scoot to the opposite side of the bed that the spider was walking towards. It walked slowly, making it all the more scary looking. Felix had to get off the bed at one point since he lost view of the spider.

“Shiittttt shit shit” He swore as he tip toed barefoot across his dark room. He walked slowly over to the light switch as he scanned for the spider.

Right as he flicked it on, he caught a glimpse of it sitting on the center of his bed, looking at him.

He let out a huff and prepared his spray. He had one hand on the door knob and the other ready to-

The spider crawled off his bed at the speed of light.

“AHH” Felix yelled as he flimsily hopped around. He began to spray at it but kept missing it and spraying directly behind it, causing it to crawl faster towards him.

Before he knew it, the spider had crawled over his foot and under the door.

“OH MY GOD” Felix screamed when it touched him. He kicked out but was too late as it had already went under and out the door. He began to slap all over his body and wipe at his legs and foot where the spider had been when he suddenly slipped and hit his hip on the floor hard. He cursed it silently as he rubbed at his now sore hip after hitting the hard floor. The feeling of the spiders legs was fresh on his mind, so he stood up fast in case it came crawling back.

He knew he couldn’t sleep alone, not now. He didn’t know where the spider was and felt all twitchy. More scared than ever that it was waiting for him outside, he slowly opened the door and ran down to Bangchan’s room while rubbing his sore hip.

“Hello?” Felix whispered as he knocked on the door. The lights were obviously off since it was a little past midnight but he hoped he hadn’t fallen asleep.

“Mhmm” Bangchan mouthed from his bed.

Felix stepped inside quickly and quietly shut the door. He walked over to Chan’s bed and stood there waiting.

“Felix?” He said looking up from his phone.

“Can I lay here tonight please?”

“Yeah yeah of course, uh, any particular reason why?” Chan asked while scooting over.

“There was a spider.”

“A… spider”

“Yes a big one!! It was like this big!” Felix said while showing the size of the spider with his hands, “it kept crawling towards me!”

“Mmhm and then what happened” Chan asked as his head rested in his hand and he looked at Felix fondly. Felix began to make himself comfortable under the sheets as he continued his story.

“Then I had to actually get off the bed because it crawled so close that I lost sight of it at one point!!”

“Mhmm” Chan giggled.

“So while I was standing away from my bed, I turn the lights on and see it ON TOP of my bed. Right in the middle. Just, LOOKING at me” Felix said dramatically.

“Didn’t Hyunjin buy you a long distance bug spray incase this happened since you’re both deathly afraid of bugs”

“YES!! And I had it with me but I kept missing. And, get this, then it crawled off the bed and towards me, and went OVER my FOOT.”

“Ohhh noooo God forbid a spider touch you”

“Yes exactly thank you it was so scary” Felix said sighing, “now I feel all jumpy and gross and crawly ew ew ew.”

Chan laughed at him as he got under the sheets and wrapped himself in them. He scoot close to Chan in hopes that if the spider were to appear, it got him first.

“So it’s still out here? You didn’t kill it?”

“No I didn’t kill it I was busy trying not to die”

“You’re so dramatic” Bangchan laughed.

Felix flipped him off and flipped over, his back facing Chan. Right as he began drifting off to sleep he felt a weird spidery feeling on the back of his neck.

“aAAGH” he yelled as he slapped at his neck hard. He began wiping at his shoulders and arms as he turned to see a laughing Bangchan pointing at him.

“No way” he laughed.

“Don’t do that! You scared me”

“I tickled your neck Lix”

“…Shut up” Felix said as he turned around again and attempted to sleep. Again, he felt a weird scratchy feeling on his side.

“Quihit!” He slapped at Chan’s hand.

“How do you know it’s my hand and not the spider?”

“Don’t even start.” Felix said rolling his eyes as he flipped over to face him now. Chan giggled and waited a few seconds for him to close his eyes again. He then scribbled under his chin. Felix smiled and curled into a ball and Chan began to poke around his side again.

“Stohop hyung!” Felix said as he grabbed at Chan’s wrists, “quiiiiit pleeeease” he whined.

“You’re a baby”

“I’m scared! I’m still traumatized from that spider.”

“Oh my God” Chan laughed, “here I’ll protect you” he said as he flipped Felix over and hugged him, his back to Chan’s chest.

He began to relax in Chan’s grip. As he drifted, he began to feel light taps and scratches along his lower back.

“Hyung.”

“Yes?”

“Stohop” Felix said as he tried to shuffle out of Chan’s grip, but found that his arm was like a belt buckle across his stomach and he could barely move.

“Let GOHO!” Felix yelled as Chan’s hand picked up the pace and began scribbling at his back.

“STOHOHAP” Felix laughed.

“The spider!! The spiders getting you!” Chan said as he spidered his hand up Lix’s back and to his neck, “oh no it’s biting you! It’s biting your neck Felix!”

“SHUHUT UP Stohop!!” Felix said as he scrunched his neck up when Chan’s hand tried to scribble into every part of it.

“Oh no the spiders going down!! It’s going fast!” Chan giggled out as he crawled his hand down Lix’s side and latched onto his hip.

“OW owww Chan I fell on my hiiiip” he whined as he grabbed Chan’s wrist.

“Really? Aww okay I guess the spider can be gentle” he said as he lightly tickled at his hip, scribbling and circling it in light motions enough to feel but not to hurt… which was so much better worse.

“PHHFFSSHH CHAhahanie hyuHUNG”Felix giggled as quietly as possible to not wake the others and buried his face into his pillow. Chan lifted his shirt up too, tracing his fingers directly onto his sensitive skin.

“Don’t move too much or else the spiders gonna hurt your hip! You have to stay still, and be quiet or else you’ll wake the others!!” Chan teased as he continued to scribble at his hip. He went down his lower back and back up to his hip, then down his lower tummy and back to the hip, and so on.

“PLEHehease aaAAHH” Felix yelled and begged into the pillow his face was buried in. He just latched onto it and squeezed as hard as he could trying to not think about the “spider” attacking him. It was bad enough that his hips were already sensitive, but the fact he couldn’t squirm too much since it was bruised made the teasing 10x more intense.

“Seeee spiders aren’t all bad Lix! You gotta give them a chance” Chan said as he then spidered his hand down to the center of Lix’s stomach and opened and closed his hand on it, causing him to arch and curl in on himself.

“NOHOho nononono” Felix giggled with closed, teary eyes. His stomach was sensitive and squirming with every touch from his hyung.

“The spiders sleepy now.. think it may be ready to go to bed” Chan said as he unlatched his arm from around Felix’s waist. He thought he was finally done with torturing and teasing him, until he suddenly lifted his arm outwards and stuck his other hand under it.

“NoAHAHAHA HYUHUNG” Felix screamed as his hand attacked under his arm aggressively. He tried to kick at the bed and scoot away but couldn’t since his wrist was in Chan’s tight grip. Felix just covered his mouth with his other hand and laughed into it as his tears fell.

“Shhhh Felix the spider’s trying to sleep”

“NAHAHAHA PLEEHEHEASE NOOOHOHO” Felix begged.

Chan went on for a little longer and let his arm go. Felix shot to the other side of the bed and laid there curled up in a ball with his knees to his chest. Chan spidered his hand on his upper back in a tickly yet comforting way.

“I’m nehever complaining about a spider agahain” Felix said.

“Awww did I stop your fear of them? I mean, the spider?”

“Oh shuhut up” Felix rolled his eyes.

Chan giggled and turned over after ruffling Felix’s hair, “Good night Lix” he said.

After catching his breath, Felix flipped back over and Chan felt a small arm fall over his side. He grabbed Felix’s hand and held it close to his chest, rubbing at it comfortingly.

Soon they were both snoring comfortably… with the spider resting up under their bed.

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