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Jeonghan had a secret. Chan knew that he did. It wasn’t some vague, obscure secret that Jeonghan just forgot to tell them about, like what kind of pet he had when he was in kindergarten. This secret was…bigger, more important. This was something he deemed worth hiding even from the other members and when Jeonghan really set his mind to something, he did just the most.

The signs were there, but you wouldn’t know any better unless you were paying close attention to him. Chan started noticing it in the way Jeonghan was constantly- constantly- glued to his phone, how he had it with him literally at all times and took care to never leave it unattended. How certain messages would come through and he would immediately drop everything to answer them; their manager couldn’t even get him to respond that quickly. Smiles bigger than his face would glue themselves to his lips, but only when no one was looking.

On top of that, Chan started noticing this pattern whenever it came to any free time they would have. For the most part, Jeonghan was present at the dorms with them or going out to lunch or going shopping, unless they had free time on either a Wednesday or Saturday. If a day off fell on either one of those days, Jeonghan was up and out of the dorm from morning till night, sending messages to Seungcheol periodically to tell him that he was okay, but otherwise never hinted to where he was or what he was doing.

The others brushed it off, or didn’t even notice the pattern. They didn’t even seem to notice that he was acting strange at all and this has been going on for a few months! But Chan noticed.

Chan noticed that Jeonghan had a secret and he was going to find out what it was.

*~*~*~*

8 Am Saturday morning.

It was the first day off for the boys after an exhausting run of variety shows, music shows, concerts and fan signs. They didn’t get back from their last event until well after midnight the night before- which was a miracle in and of itself. About half of the boys ended up crawling into bed the minute they got home, forgoing showers until the next morning. It was understandable that no one had any plans to be up early and with Jeonghan being who is, he was the last person anyone thought would be up before noon.

There he was, though, creeping quietly through the snoring dorm, freshly showered and dressed down in gray trackies, a white shirt and a zip-up hoodie. Chan was up at the same time, having set his alarm clock to make sure he didn’t miss the older. He slowly entered the kitchen just as Jeonghan was rustling through the fridge, more than likely looking for something quick to eat before taking off. Chan saw Jeonghan’s keys, wallet, and a mask on the counter and just underneath the wallet was a piece of paper, something scribbled across it.

Chan moved closer and reached over to slide the paper out. Blue Skies - #2577 stared back at him and he felt his brow furrow in confusion. What the hell did this mean?

“Ah! Chan!” The younger jumped, jerking his head up to see Jeonghan staring back at him with one hand over his heart and the other clutching a yogurt drink. “Why are you sneaking around like this? You almost gave me a heart attack!”

“You’re being dramatic, Hyung,” Chan replied, rolling his eyes just before Jeonghan quickly plucked the paper away from him, “And if I’m sneaking around, it’s because you’re sneaking around.”

“I’m not sneaking around. I’m trying to be quiet so I don’t wake the others. What are you doing up, anyway? I figured you would have been in a coma still along with everyone else.”

“I was going to ask you the same thing? Especially you,” Chan said, earning a bored look from Jeonghan as the older opened the yogurt bottle and drank from it. “Where are you going? You’re always disappearing on the Saturdays that we have off.”

“I’m visiting someone,” Jeonghan answered, finishing his drink and tossing it, “A grandmother that I met a while ago at the grocery store. She lives alone and no one really goes to visit her. I try to make it a point to spend a day with her when I can.”

Seems reasonable enough…a good story. A convenient story, but Chan wasn’t buying it- not fully. Jeonghan had tricked and teased them all too many times for the younger to just accept his explanation at face value. If it came from anyone else, he would have left it. But this was Jeonghan and whatever he was hiding, whoever he was really going to see, Chan wanted to know.

“That’s really nice of you, Jeonghan-ah. Let me go with you. I want to meet her.” There was a brief moment of hesitation on Jeonghan’s part at Chan’s request, but it was just a moment and it passed before the younger could be sure if what he saw in the older’s eyes was panic or not.

Jeonghan shook his head, “Sorry, Chan, but I can’t. I can’t just show up with another person without warning her first and she requires a 48 hour notice. She’s very particular like that. It’s cute.”

“I’m sure she won’t mind,” Chan insisted, watching Jeonghan quickly pick up his things and place the mask over his mouth, “Just give her one of your charming smiles when we get there. No one can resist those. She’ll forgive you in a second.”

Jeonghan sighed dramatically, as if he was being forced to bear a great burden, before saying, “Unfortunately, not even I can sway every woman. She’s a tough one. Took me months just to convince her to let me start visiting. The only time I would see her was at the grocery store.” He paused, a fond smile touching his lips. Chan stared at him, wondering what memory of this old woman could have created such a gentle gesture. Jeonghan blinked and looked at Chan, his devilish smirk returning, “Maybe next time, Chan. See you later.”

With that, he zoomed out of the dorm and left Chan behind rather rattled by the sudden departure. The youngest pouted at being dismissed, but he wasn’t about to give up so easily. Rushing back to his shared room, he snatched up a hat and mouth mask along with his own keys, wallet and phone before sprinting through the front door.

If Jeonghan wasn’t going to tell him where he was really going and what he was really doing, then Chan would just follow him.

It was a solid enough plan- as far as spontaneous plans went- and one that worked for the first 20 minutes that Chan trailed behind him. He was sure to keep his distance, but wondered if that was even necessary considering how Jeonghan’s eyes were glued to his phone again, barely looking up to maneuver the crowd. Jeonghan made a quick stop at a convenience store and then one more at a flower stall on the street, Chan diving out of sight behind a vending machine. Armed with the treats and the biggest bouquet the florist had for sale, Jeonghan made his way to the bus stop where they waited only five minutes for the bus to arrive. Chan waited three people behind Jeonghan, keeping his head down once he boarded the bus and taking the seat closest to the front so the other wouldn’t notice him.

The plan to follow him was going smoothly…until the third stop. There was a sudden influx of people that crowded onto the bus, mostly older women, and Chan found himself the victim of handbag assault as the women’s purses bumped and smacked into him. By the time everyone was comfortably situated, the bus was back on route and when Chan peeked up towards the back, Jeonghan was gone.

“What?!” he gasped, groaning and dragging his hands down the bill of his cap, “Oh man, I lost him! Hey, Mister! Do you think you could pull over really quick to let me off?”

“You had your chance, kid! You’ll have to wait until the next stop to get off,” the bus driver answered, not even bothering to glance at him.

Chan clicked his tongue and flopped back in his seat, an agitated sigh passing his lips. “How did he slip past me? Only Jeonghan,” he grumbled, tapping his knee and wracking his brain for his next move, “Where was he going? What was it again that was written on that paper?”

Blue. Something with the color blue. Chan worried his bottom lip and closed his eyes, thinking hard. Blue…Blue Lake? Blue Diamond? Blue…Water?

A sharp gasp and his eyes flew open, “Blue Skies! #2577! What is that? Where is that?”

He whipped his phone out of his pocket and quickly typed in the search engine the words Blue Skies- #2577. A list of apartment buildings that were similar to the search words and a nursing home popped up, Chan groaning at all the possibilities; Jeonghan could literally be at any of these places and while Chan did technically have all day, he still didn’t think there was enough time!

“Well…Hyung did say he was going to visit a grandmother, so the best place to start would be the nursing home,” he muttered to himself, noting that the home was about ten minutes away by bus, “And I’ll just work my way back from there.”

With a certain strong determination that only Chan had to solve this mystery, he settled back for the rest of the ride.

*~*~*~*

Jeonghan accidentally took the wrong bus. He caught his mistake before we went too far out of his way, but he was still 20 minutes late. When he finally made it to his destination, he found himself standing outside of a light blue, 7-story apartment complex, a large stone plaque to his left reading Blue Skies Apartments.

“It’s even nicer in person. And it’s in a really good neighborhood…at least I’ll know she’ll be safe,” he mused to himself, taking only a second more to admire the building before he skipped up the steps and walked through the glass door into the lobby.

He went straight for the elevators, taking one of the three up to the second floor and stepping out into a wide hallway with light blue carpeting and cream-colored walls. He followed the numbers on the doors, searching for the one written on his paper.

2574. 2575. 2576. And 2577.

Making sure that he was presentable enough, that he had his bag of treats and the bouquet he bought hadn’t been crushed while on the bus, he rang the doorbell- momentarily surprised that the apartments even had doorbells- and waited.

All of 10 seconds passed and then…a voice…your voice…sweet and playful calling through the door. “No one’s home,” you giggled.

Jeonghan chuckled himself, whining at you, “Jagiya, come on. Let me in!”

“Sorry, only boyfriends who are on time can enter my sacred temple,” you responded.

“Are we talking about your apartment or your body? Because I’ve been inside both,” he shot back with a smug smirk.

Nothing else got him what he wanted from you more than embarrassing you and, true to prediction, there you were- flinging the door open and glaring at him with a scandalized look on your face.

“Jeonghan!” you hissed, peeking down the halls with flushed cheeks, “You can’t say things like that so loudly outside my door. What if one of my neighbors heard you?”

You could tell he was grinning from the way his eyes crinkled a bit at the corners. He lifted his hand and tugged down his mask until it rested under his chin, his lips pressing swiftly to yours. “Yes…what if?” he teased you, chuckling when you clicked your tongue and then grabbed the front of his shirt to pull him inside.

Once the door was shut, you let him go and crossed your arms under your breasts, looking not the least bit amused, “Remind me why I agreed to be your girlfriend.”

“Because even though I reveal our bedroom memoirs in the hallway outside your apartment, you love me and I love you.”

You only blinked. Slowly. Uncooperative.

“And I absolutely adore you and miss you like crazy when I have to be away from you for as long as I was while promoting our comeback…and I bring you flowers and chocolate.” That seemed to do the trick, a smile blooming on your face when he presented you with the gifts.

You accepted the bouquet and pressed your nose into the petals, inhaling their sweet scent and letting your eyes flicker up to Jeonghan- your handsome and devilishly playful Jeonghan whom you had missed dreadfully while he was away. For fear of inflating his ego, though, you were going to keep that confession to yourself for the moment.

You stepped forward and draped your free arm around his neck just as he wrapped his own around your waist, pulling you flush against his body. He eagerly accepted the kiss you offered, melting into you with zero resistance.

He drew his hand up and down your back, using his other to caress your side, his thumb stopping just on the side of your breast. He missed this, just being with you…just touching you. When you finally broke for a breath of air, he leaned his forehead against yours, the both of you closing your eyes to enjoy the presence of the other.

“I’ve missed you,” you whispered.

“I’ve missed you, too,” he whispered back, kissing the tip of your nose and then glancing down at you, “…Are you wearing any shorts under this?”

He was just noticing how little you were wearing, his fingers tugging at the hem of your light purple shirt. It was a long shirt, almost like a dress, and on any other woman it would have been just that: a dress that fell to their knees and nearly swallowed them up. On you, though- on your chubby, supple body, it hugged all the curves and rolls and stopped at the middle of your thick thighs. It clung to your wide hips, dipped slightly into your natural waist and then followed the curve of your breasts, the sleeves billowing over your chubby arms and the neck falling down your shoulder. You were like a Renaissance Era painting, all soft-body and sensuality.  

Jeonghan wished he could paint.

You gave him a little smirk and winked, “Maybe…Maybe not.”

That rattled him speechless, eyes fixed hungrily on the sway of your hips as you sauntered away from him and slowly, oh so slowly, gathered up the fabric of the shirt in your hand, bringing it higher and higher. Just as you were turning the corner into the kitchen, the expanse of your thighs already laying bare to him at this point, Jeonghan caught a glimpse of pink panties and completely lost himself. The bag of snacks and chocolates clattered to the floor as he hurried after you, your shriek of delight ripping into the air a moment later.

*~*~*~*

Four hours, three locations, one long bus ride and one mile hike later and Chan finally found it: Blue Skies Apartments. It took a bit of doing and researching and more resilience than someone should invest in considering the circumstances, but Chan felt he was finally in the right place. The nursing home had been a bust and the next two places after that- a dog groomer and a dorm building of a local university- produced even less results. Chan had been careful in picking the last place he would check before he would be forced to call the whole thing off, but standing in front of the light blue building now, he just had that feeling.

Jeonghan was in here. He had to be. Now if he could only remember what apartment number was written on that paper…

“25 something…25 something…25 something…” he murmured to himself, walking up the same steps Jeonghan took and passing through the same glass doors.

He stood in the lobby for a moment, looking around, trying to figure out what to do or where to go next. There was no one around that he could ask for directions or even if they had seen a rather beautiful looking man come through the building wearing a white shirt, gray sweats and a hoodie with a face mask on. Chan spotted the elevators to his left and decided to just take his chances, stepping inside of one and tapping the number for the second floor. Once there, he wandered off the elevator and down the hallway, muttering the numbers on the doors to himself as he passed them. The closer he got to the 2570s, the closer he felt to solving the mystery.

Of course, there was the chance that Jeonghan wasn’t even in this building and Chan could be making a huge fool of himself- again. However, as he passed 2576 and stopped in front of 2577, he just knew. This had to be it. Jeonghan had to be here.

Chan reached out and rang the doorbell.

*~*~*~*

“I’m starting to think you like my hoodie more than you like me.”

“It’s comfortable. And it smells like you.”

Jeonghan smiled up at you, his head in your lap and tilting into your touch as you carded your fingers through his still-damp hair. You had spent the better part of the last four hours locked in your bedroom where Jeonghan had chased you after your little scene in the kitchen. He took his time reacquainting himself with your perfectly delectable body, how it felt to have you under him…on top of him; what your pretty little sighs and moans sounded like when on the verge of explosive pleasure.

It was the perfect stress reliever followed by relaxing showers that you claimed needed to be taken separately or else we’ll be right back in the bedroom for another three hours.

Now, you both were lounging in the living room, you curled up in the corner of your sofa and Jeonghan stretched out with his head in your lap and some drama playing on the TV while you waited for the food you ordered 30 minutes ago to arrive. He was back in his white shirt and gray trackies, but you had stolen his hoodie to wear over your neon green boy shorts and galaxy blue bralette. He adored how comfortable you were in your own skin, how you weren’t afraid to be sexy and free, especially in front of him.

He reached over his head, taking your hand in his and lacing your fingers together; “By the way, your apartment’s really nice,” he stated, doing a once-over of his surroundings and noting the stray boxes still scattered here and there. The overall layout of the apartment was quite spacious, the kitchen opening into the small dining room and living room in the same motion. Beyond the living room, down the hallway, was your bedroom, a bathroom and a smaller room where you were you thinking of setting up an office.

You peeked around, too, and said, “Thanks. I’m not completely done unpacking yet, but I’m getting there. Work’s been kind of getting in the way of getting everything finished.”

“How is work going?” he asked, sitting up to face you, “It’s not stressing you, is it? Are you sleeping properly? Eating properly? You know you can’t skip meals, Y/N. You need to keep your strength up or I’ll worry about you. How do you think I’ll feel if you end up in the hospital? I-”

“Jeonghan.” The man stopped rambling when you held his face fast, eyes locked with yours.

You made sure you had his full attention, your thumbs stroking his cheek, before saying gently, “I’m fine, babe. I promise. I’m eating. I’m sleeping. I’m taking care of myself. You don’t need to worry so much about me.”

A smile lit up your face and Jeonghan smiled back, resting his hands on your wrists until they were settled on his shoulders. His arms found their way around your waist, tugging you forward until you’re flush against him.

“It doesn’t mean that I won’t,” he said, kissing your forehead, “It’s my job to worry about you. It’s what happens when you love someone, so you’ll have to get used to it eventually.”

You could relate, recounting the days and nights you spent worrying over him and whether or not he was taking proper care of himself while promoting. That had always been in your nature to concern yourself with the welfare of others; you were still trying to get accustomed to having someone fret over you in return.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to someone so genuine caring about me,” you retorted, squirming when Jeonghan buried his nose in your neck, soft lips grazing your skin.

“Good thing we’ll have a long time to try.”

You squealed as his teeth sank into your neck, struggling to wiggle out of his hold, but finding yourself thrown down on the couch with Jeonghan seeking your lips. A full five minutes passed with you locked in a lazy kiss until you heard the doorbell ring.

“Mmm…I think the food’s finally here,” he muttered against your reddened lips.

“Yeah…I think so, too. We should probably go answer the door,” you breathed back, receiving one last peck before Jeonghan was lifting off of you.

You jumped up from the couch and rounded to the kitchen where you had placed the money and tip for the delivery. Jeonghan chased after you again, tickling your sides and squeezing your lovehandles to the sound of your resistance. He followed you down the entry hall to the door, neither one of you checking the camera and Jeonghan carelessly flinging the door open.

He took one look at the person on the other side and froze, his face paling. Chan felt rooted to the spot himself, his eyes wide and his mouth dropped open behind his mask. You hardly noticed the shift in the atmosphere, more concerned that he didn’t have your food.

“You’re not the delivery boy, are you?” you sighed, your hand on your hip, exposing more of your near-naked body.

Your voice snapped Jeonghan out of his shock, the man pushing you behind him and slamming the door in Chan’s face. That was what jolted the younger out of his own stupor.

“H-Hey! Hyung! Jeonghan Hyung! That’s you, isn’t it?! Hyung!” he shouted, banging on the door.

You stared at Jeonghan as he looked back at you, your heart starting to beat a million miles a minute as dread crept in. “Jeonghan…who is that?” you asked him, hoping against hope it wasn’t one of his group members.

“…Chan,” he answered, flinching when the banging became more insistent.

Your mouth fell open and your eyes fluttered, a cold sweat breaking over you, “Ch-Chan? The Chan? The Maknae?!”

Jeonghan nodded his head and you suddenly felt very, very naked. “Oh my god! It’s Chan! He’s here! He’s here and he saw me naked! AH!”

Wrapping Jeonghan’s hoodie tighter around your body, you sprinted through the apartment and into your bedroom, shutting the door with a slam. Jeonghan was left by himself and his persistent youngest member. He briefly entertained the idea of just ignoring him until he went away…then he remembered that it was Chan and he was not just going to go away.

He inhaled and shook the nerves off before opening the door once more. Chan forced himself past him and into the entryway while he still had the chance, pulling his mask down and taking off his hat. “Hyung, what’s going on? What are you doing here? Who was that girl I saw? And why was she practically naked?!”

“You don’t have to keep shouting, Chan!”

The youngest took several deep breaths to calm his nerves, though it didn’t seem to help much. He locked his gaze with Jeonghan’s. “Jeonghan-hyung, what’s going on? I thought you said you were visiting a grandmother. That was not a grandmother!”

How likely were the chances of Chan believing him if Jeonghan told him that you were the granddaughter of this ‘grandmother’ he was supposed to be visiting? Jeonghan stared at the younger, at his wide eyes that dared him to try and lie.

So…the chances were pretty slim, to say the least.

Jeonghan saw you creeping back around the corner, fully dressed in shorts and a t-shirt, looking appropriately embarrassed. Finally, after what felt like hours of silence, he sighed and without breaking his gaze from you, he said, “That’s Y/N. She’s my girlfriend.”

“G-Girlfriend?” Chan choked while you dipped your head, “For how long?”

“A year.”

“A year?!” Now he looked about ready to combust.

You grew a little worried, “He’s not going to faint, is he?”

Chan whipped around at your voice, pointing at you, “You’ve been dating my hyung for a year?!”

“Uuuuuhhhhh….”

“How have-? What?! How have you-? For a year?! A whole year?!”

What else could you or Jeonghan say? A nervous silence fell over the three of you; Chan’s brain practically fried and you and Jeonghan trying to decide if an ambulance needed to be called.

A hesitant knock on the open door disturbed the tension followed by an uncertain voice saying, “Um…delivery?”

*~*~*~*~*

Chan was eventually able to calm down enough to allow himself to be lead into the living room where he was sat down and given some of the takeout. While he mechanically partook in the meal, you and Jeonghan were convening in the kitchen, speaking in hushed whispers while you made tea.

“How’s he looking?” you asked from your hiding place near the sink in the corner, Jeonghan leaning back to peek into the living room.

“His eyes aren’t bulging out of their sockets anymore. That’s progress,” he answered, straightening up.

You folded your arms and leaned against the counter, a frown pulling at the corners of your lips, “What’s he even doing here? How did he find my apartment?”

Jeonghan poked your cheeks, pouting, “It’s not good to frown so much, Y/N. You’ll start to wrinkle early.”

You stared him down, his pout deepening, but his hands falling away obediently, “He got a hold of the paper I wrote the apartment name and number on. He must’ve just looked it up. As for why he went around looking in the first place, I don’t know. I think he was suspicious of me. He was asking me a lot of questions this morning and being really insistent on coming with me.”

“Figures,” you sighed, turning to take the teapot off the fire when it started to whistle, “Poor kid. He got an eyeful, that’s for sure.”

“Speaking of which, new rule: you’re not allowed to answer the door unless you’re fully clothed! The only time you should be half naked and seductive is if I’m coming over.”

An eye-roll met his protest, “I wasn’t trying to be seductive.”

“You never have to try. You’re full seduction all the time,” Jeonghan said, his pout remaining stationary, “I’m already worried about introducing you to the guys one day and having them vying for your attention. I don’t need the added competition of every delivery boy or male neighbor that comes by.”

You giggled and stepped over to him, draping your arms around his neck and fluttering your lashes at him, “You’re crazy if you think anyone can even come close to you.”

That appeased him instantly, but Jeonghan wasn’t one to pass on an opportunity to have you stroke his ego, “You say that now, but what happens if you meet Seungcheol? Or Joshua? Or even Jun?”

“What’s gonna happen is that I’m going to gush about how perfect you are for me and how absolutely in love I am with you. Besides, I doubt any of the other boys would have chased me for as long as you did just for a first date.” You smiled and pecked his lips softly, feeling his arms wrap around your middle, “I’m yours and no one is going to change that.”

Jeonghan hummed and kissed you again, slowly. When you parted, he smiled proudly at you and said, “You still have to be fully clothed when answering the door.”

“Ugh! You’re impossible!” You pulled away from him and prepared the tea, batting his hands when he tried to slide them onto your waist again, “No more fooling around! We need to make sure your bandmate isn’t broken beyond repair.”

“Yes, Jagi,” he drawled, yielding to your wishes.

You shot him a look, to which he just chuckled, before picking up the tray of tea. Just as you were about to exit the kitchen, Jeonghan touched your elbow and you turned your attention to him. His expression confused you- the hesitation that played over his features when he was so happy and optimistic just a moment ago.

“Listen, Y/N…I know you weren’t exactly ready to meet anyone else from Seventeen yet and I know it’s sudden that it’s happening like this. I’m sorry that it ended up being this way.”  

Your face softened and a smile played on your lips. This had been a topic of discussion with Jeonghan several times: meeting all of Seventeen one day. He had been ready to introduce you three months into your official relationship, but you had been resistant. You wanted to keep him to yourself for a while, to explore the ins and outs of your blooming relationship. No friends or fans or even family getting in the way. You just wanted to enjoy him all to yourself for a while.

But you knew that even that would eventually come to an end…and it wasn’t as terrifying a thought as you originally believed. Maybe…Maybe you were more ready than you originally thought.

“You don’t need to apologize, Jeonghan. It was going to happen eventually, me meeting the others. This might not have been the best way for me to meet Chan, but it is what it is. At least we got the ball rolling. One down. Eleven more to go.”

You winked at him and then turned with the tray to go into the living room, Jeonghan hanging back for a bit just to watch you. He watched Chan look up as you approached, shooting to his feet and bowing fervently while apologies spilled from his lips for barging into your apartment. Like the sweetheart Jeonghan knew you to be, underneath your playful teasing that mirrored his own, you just smiled at Chan and waved it off, telling him that all was forgiven.

It took you only a couple of minutes to make the youngest feel right at home, a relieved smile settling on Chan’s face as he accepted the cup of tea you poured for him. Soon, you two were talking and giggling with one another as if you’ve always been friends, Chan hanging on to your every word. Jeonghan had a feeling that the other guys would react the same way to you: comfortable and happy. You just had that effect on people.

Watching you with Chan, Jeonghan wasn’t worried in the least about you meeting the others. It would go flawlessly, he was sure of it.

He just had to make sure that you were both prepared for it next time…and that you were fully dressed.

One down. Eleven more to go.

“Yah! Chan, why are you even here disturbing my day with my Y/N?!”