#exoho

/CHOKES

holy shit that is the cutest imagery ever aaaaaaah~

Isn't it? They could fill a whole table and Minho could pretend they're all talking to each other and be like 'Chanyeol, sit. Don't be hyper-- Kyungsoo, don't give me those big eyes.. fine more sugar for you! Who tipped over Sehun?!'

Forgive my EXO fail, anon. I hope this is fluffy enough.. ^^;; 

- admin L

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Minho fiddles with his outfit for the weeks recording, looking the usual handsome image he’s assigned as an mc. That’s not really a problem though. What’s odd right now is being squished together with twelve hoobaes ranging from younger to older than him. Did this particular dressing room get super tiny or what?

Each member of the large group bows and greets Minho respectfully but then it’s like he’s suddenly surrounded, all eyes on him. “Uh..” Minho smiles and pats at Sehun’s head, feeling most comfortable reaching out for the youngest somehow. Minho smiles and playfully pats the youngest’s bottom with affection, but soon finds himself pulled and pushed by too many hands to sit while the large group still surrounds him.  

Minho’s eyes widen as someone pokes his cheek and another pinches it while someone coos. Minho looks for Joonmyeon-hyung, trying to figure out what’s happening. “Wh-what?” Minho smiles goofy and laughs with his head falling to curl into his shoulder, coping with the unusual situation that way.

“Minho-goon.. squishy and cute~,” some calls in a sweet song-like voice. 

Jongin laughs cutely behind a hand, glancing around at everyone. Minho wants to pinch him, then possibly hang all over him until he smiled and laughed just for Minho.

“He’s like a doll,” another says as someone yanks at his overly pink outfit a little too roughly, throwing Minho of balance. 

“Eh?” Minho fixes himself back in his seat. He looks up in time to find Kris and Chanyeol towering over him with their achieved heights, leaving Minho feeling very small suddenly and subconsciously insecure.

Minho looked at every little cute face surrounding him, having an oddly fitting image of snow white and the seven dwarfs – though more like twelve handsome men and Minho refuses to call himself a princess.

Joonmyeon’s smiling face finally becomes visible in the large group, gaze on the younger soft. “Hyung?” Minho asks, looking for an answer.

“Minho-ya.. rest, hm?” Joonmyeon sweetly says, hand reaching to gently touch Minho’s chubby cheek swollen with not enough sleep. “I’m still supposed to watch over you even now, right?”

Minho blinks, recalling years past – Joonmyeon hyung being too nice to him during trainee days and Minho left with such admiration for his hyung. 

With a little hesitation, Minho slowly leans into the soft and familiar touch, eyes closing as he falls back to the worried and insecure teenager he used to be but thankful to be comforted by Joonmyeon presence. 

Minho rests his head in Joonmyeon touch, relaxing into pleasant memories of the older. And as fingers brush his head, he knows who it is, envious memories of young Jongin dancing so much better than him or bringing the younger a bottled water after practice, offering some help to someone still so young. 

“Minho-goon..” someone whispers like they’re watching a cute baby fall asleep and can’t help themselves at the adorable sight.

“I miss you, hyung..” Minho mumbles, shoulders slacking and body language shifting to a tired young man a bit overwhelmed. He resembles the young boy from trainee years once again to anyone who knew him then.

“I’m still here,” Joonmyeon assures and smiles as he adds with such pride, “And have eleven brothers to help me now.”

Minho’s not sure if his mind added ‘to take care of you’ or if hyung truly said it. A knock at the door quickly tears the gentle moment away, sending Minho back to reality and a grown up much too fast. 

As EXO leaves Minho wishes them the best of luck as they smiled and thanked him and generally horsed around with each other teasingly, looking like a bonding group should.