I feel kind of angsty today and I’m in the mood to just read something that makes me cry so hear me out.Minho/Chan or Felix argue with you because you feel neglected and such in because they are so busy and barley make time for you and you just want to feel a little affection and they are also upset because they are stressed and kind of blow up and say stuff they shouldn’t have and evereyone is upset.Maybe they solve it (or they don’t if you want to be mean).But I really need something gut wrenching.
(Also don’t rush and take your time with writing this if you even want to<3)
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I've decided to be extra mean and make this a poly mess so you have all of the boys in it😂😂 I hope you like it and I don't make you cry too hard...also if you ever wanna talk, just let me know hun🥺🖤
You don't need me
Pairing: Minchanlix x femReader | Minho x Chan x Felix x femReader
Word Count: 2391
Warnings/Tags: angst, argument, insecurities, feeling neglected, feeling left out, loneliness, chan's a little stressed meanie, Minlix is...idk🤣
Minho races down the stairs, cursing quietly as he drops his keys. He quickly bends down to pick them up, and his glasses, which he only quickly pushed up his nose before, fall onto the floor.
"Are you okay?" you ask, amused.
"Obviously not," he says, clearly annoyed.
"Well, can I help?" you ask gently, and Minho firmly shakes his head, grabbing his sneakers.
"I'm late; there's nothing you can do about that," he tells you, and you're about to answer, but he cuts you off. "Yongbok! I swear if you don't move your ass down here in five seconds, I'll drive without you!" he yells upstairs, making you flinch at the volume of his voice.
"Is Channie already-?"
"Don't think he slept here tonight," Minho shakes his head and grabs his bag. "FELIX!"
"Minho, for fucks sake!" Felix yells back and appears at the top of the stairs. "I swear, this man is driving me crazy. As if those five seconds would make any difference at this point, my God. It's Hyunjin, he won't kill us!" he curses as he walks downstairs, his hair messily falling around his head.
"Don't you start talking English now and think I don't know that means you're talking shit about me," Minho tells him, throwing his sneakers at him. "Put those on, we're late."
"Well, if someone wouldn't have taken so long waking up today," Felix comments and rolls his eyes at him. He looks up, startled, as you carefully brush his hair back for him, trying to fix the mess. "Not now, Y/nnie, we have to leave," he gently shakes you off.
You pull back your hand and nod gently, glancing at Minho, who's grabbing his stuff and unlocking the door. "Bye, see you later!" he shouts and waves you, stepping outside. Only two seconds later, he's back. "Felix, I swear I will kick you."
"Fuck off," Felix curses under his breath and grabs his things, waving at you and slipping outside as well. The door falls closed, and you're standing still for a moment.
"Well, good morning and goodbye to you too. I love you too," you whisper to yourself and sigh softly. Turning around you spot their packed lunch boxes still on the table. "Shit," you curse and throw your head back, frustrated. You know they barely make time to eat unless you made it. Well, maybe you could visit them later, get your kiss, and check on Chan.
You stand still in the suddenly very empty house and try to remember the last time they were all home and you've spent some quality time together. It feels like months and you soon realize it has been. One of them has always been either working or not even in the country. Sometimes it really doesn't feel like you're living with your three boyfriends but some roommates who stop by now and then.
"Oh, come on, don't be so dramatic," you shake your head and chew on your lower lip. You don't know when the last time was you had breakfast all together, you got a kiss goodbye from all of them or they came back in time for dinner. Needless to say, no one has properly touched you in weeks as well. Were you that easy to forget? Are you just another assignment to get done on their daily to-do lists? Something they could just reschedule to another day if they can't make time for it?
Sighing softly you make your way upstairs and rummage through your closet, searching for a nice outfit. You find a cute summer dress they all love and decide on that. After a quick shower, you fix your hair and make yourself presentable.
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Only a little later, you're walking down the hallway to their practice room and gently knock at the door, letting yourself inside. Minho demonstrates some steps as Felix and Hyunjin watch him closely and try to mirror his movements. Felix messes up a step, and Minho starts laughing at him, chasing him through the room. He wraps his arms around his waist and pulls him against his chest, kissing his cheek. "Yongbokie, come on," he giggles softly, and Felix tries to squirm away from him.
"I'm sorry, hyungie," he laughs, eyes shining bright. "I promise I'll do better."
"Once you're done flirting, we could continue?" Hyunjin groans playfully annoyed.
Minho turns with Felix in his hold, and they face you. Surprise laces their features. "Y/n? What are you doing here?" Minho asks confused.
"Oh, you forgot your lunch today, and I didn't know how long you'd be at the company," you tell them, and Minho nods gently.
"Thanks," he tells you and lets go of Felix, walking over to his phone.
Felix stretches tiredly and watches Minho as he scrolls through his phone. "You wanna go again?"
Minho glances at his watch before nodding. "We should. We have like an hour before the rest join us." You nod gently to yourself and put their lunch down on the bench next to their stuff. "Chan's at the studio," he tells you before turning the music back on.
You watch them stunned as they continue practicing and don't really notice the compassionate smile Hyunjin gives you. Your throat tightens, and you quickly make your way outside. You're clearly not needed here.
You knock at the door, and Jisung opens the door, smiling at you brightly. "Hey, Y/n," he beams at you and pulls you into a hug. "Chan hyung, look who's here."
"Ji, I told you no visitors right now," he groans and pulls off his headphones with a heavy sigh. He spots you in the door and nods. "Oh, hi."
"Hi," you say quietly, holding on tightly to the box in your hand. "I just wanted to bring you your lunch. I won't disturb you for long."
"Ah, okay," he says and gestures toward the small table next to the door. "Just put it there, I'll eat later. Thanks, Y/n."
"You're welcome," you nod and are about to leave again but hesitate for a moment.
"Anything else?" Chan asks, not even looking at you.
"Will you be home tonight?" you ask gently, and he raises his eyebrows, still not looking over.
"Why?"
"Because you weren't yesterday," you say and see Jisung's confused frown at that.
"Hyung, you promised," Changbin sighs from his spot on the sofa, rolling his eyes at you in secrecy.
"Y/n, we've been over this before. If I get done in time, I'll be there; if not, then not," he announces, almost a little annoyed.
You scoff at him and put down the box heavily. "Sorry for asking, I guess," you spit out and open the door, stopping when you hear him groan.
"Stop being so pushy, my god," Chan rolls his eyes and looks at you for the first time today. "I'll be there. Are you happy now?"
"You know what?" you ask lowly. "You can stay here for another night. It makes no difference if you guys are there or not, you only have eyes for each other or work. Sometimes I wonder why my three roommates even need me."
"What the fuck did you just say?" Chan asks quietly and stares at you.
"You fucking heard me," you spit out with tears burning in your eyes. "At this rate, I'm just part of the interior. You don't say good morning, you don't say goodnight, you're not home for dinner, you're not there. And if you are you're busy with work or talk to Minho and Felix only. You don't need me right now, and that fucking hurts, Chan."
"Okay, that's enough delusional behavior for one day," Chan gets up with a groan and shakes his head at you. "We'll talk about this tonight, but right now, I really don't have time for this."
"Don't bother," you shake your head at him, heart breaking. "I'll take myself back out."
"Hyung," Changbin sighs a little, but Chan ignores him.
"Come on, Y/nnie, I'll take you to your car, yeah?" Jisung says gently and wraps his arm around you, pulling you outside. "He doesn't mean it. He's being dumb."
"Yes, he does; they all do," you sniffle, and Jisung frowns at you.
"What do you mean?" he asks worriedly.
"It's been like this for weeks now. They all rush out of the house and act like I don't exist anymore," you tell him, hot tears falling down your cheeks. "I know they're stressed; I know they have a lot to do, but is it really too much to ask?"
"No, Y/nnie, it isn't," he shakes his head and pulls you into a tight hug. "I'm sure what you're describing is true. They sometimes forget everything around them when things here get rough. I'm sorry, hun," he says and soothingly rubs your back. He thinks for a moment before shaking his head and gently patting your back. "Come on, they'll never learn if they don't see what it does to you."
"No, Ji, they're busy-" you protest through tears.
"I don't care," he shakes his head and leads you down the hallway. He rips open the door to the room and pulls you with him to Minho's phone, turning the music off. "Hyunjin, you come with me. You two have something to fix here."
Minho blinks at him, confused, and his face falls, seeing you crying in his arms. "Y/nnie, kitten," he says worriedly and quickly makes his way over. "Honey, what's wrong?" he asks gently, cupping your face and searching your eyes. "Hey, look at me," he says softly.
"Y-You don't need me," you hiccup, and Minho frowns at you.
"What do you mean?" he asks, confused, and Felix steps next to you, gently rubbing your lower back.
"Babe?" Felix asks worriedly as you don't answer.
"Go get Channie," Minho tells him, eyes widening as you furiously shake your head. Chan is usually the best to comfort you when you are really upset. "No? Why, kitten? What happened?"
"Channie s-says I'm delusional," you sob quietly as Minho sits down on the bench and pulls you into his lap.
"What?" Felix asks, confused. "Did you two get into a fight?" he asks, sitting down next to the two of you.
You bury your face in Minho's chest, so desperate for such a simple gesture. Sobs shake your body as you tell them about what happened with Chan and how neglected you felt during those past weeks. It all flows freely now, and they both listen quietly, not interrupting you once. Minho's hand rubs your back soothingly, and Felix fondles your hair gently.
"Oh kitten, I'm so sorry," Minho apologizes sincerely once you're done. "I had no idea you were suffering that much because of us."
"You're right, babe, we're so busy we sometimes forget about you or act a little harsh," Felix nods guiltily and leans down to kiss your head. "I'm so sorry we made you feel like that. You don't deserve that one bit, my dear."
"I know I'm being dramatic," you sniffle into Minho's shirt.
"No, you're not," he shakes his head and rests his head against yours. You really aren't. I didn't even say goodbye properly today. Or good morning," he says, his voice laced heavily with guilt. "And...I should've told you how beautiful you look today the minute you stepped inside."
You giggle sadly and pull back. "Yeah?"
"Mhm, our pretty girl," Felix adds fondly as Minho wipes your cheeks.
"We love you so much, even if we act like idiots sometimes," Minho promises and kisses your forehead.
"I love you guys too," you tell them with a sad little smile.
"I'll go and get Channie, okay?" Felix asks softly, and you nod timidly. He giggles at the comment Minho makes and quickly makes his way to the studio. He doesn't knock at the door and steps inside. "Channie babe, we need you."
"Not now, Lix," Chan shakes his head, writing down some things for Jisung.
"Minho said if you don't move your ass over there in two minutes top he won't have sex with you for the next three months. Our tour comes up, you don't wanna risk that," Felix says with a straight face, making Changbin and Jisung crack up.
Chan glances up at him suspiciously and sees Felix isn't joking. "Oh my fucking God, fine!"
Felix walks next to him and glances at Chan thoughtfully. "Push the group back for a moment, yeah? Stray Kids doesn't matter now, she does."
Chan's face falls a little and he straightens up as they reach the door. "Yeah, okay," he says quietly and steps inside with him. You're curled up in Minho's lap on the floor by now as he's playing with your hair. Tear streaks paint your cheeks, your eyes are reddish, and you're sniffling a little. "Baby, I'm sorry," Chan sighs and gets down on the floor next to you. "I'm stressed out, I didn't sleep last night, and I took it out on you. I'm an idiot, please forgive me?" he asks guiltily and hesitantly takes your hand. He must've really hurt you if you went to Minho and Felix about it. You usually prefer to settle arguments privately.
"It's not just you," Minho shakes his head, and Felix sums it up for him. Chan nods along, and his heart gets heavier with every word leaving his boyfriend's lips.
"Oh, Y/nnie baby," he whispers with tears in his eyes. "Can I give you a hug?" You nod timidly and climb off Minho's lap and into his arms instead. Chan pulls you in tight, burying his face in your shoulder. You relax in his hold and close your eyes. No matter how mad or hurt you were, you would never deny one of Chan's healing long hugs. "I'm so sorry, you're right, we've messed up big time. I love you so much, yeah? You're so beautiful and kind, and I could never stop loving you, baby. Never. I will do better, I promise."
"I love you too," you whisper and exhale softly, your heart feeling a lot lighter now that you've told them all. Minho and Felix join your hug and kiss your hair. "You'll be home tonight?" you ask timidly.
"Yeah, we'll all be home," Chan assures you kindly and squeezes you.
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Minho: ooh keep talking like that and I'm about to put a muscle in you. Maybe 2 at the same time if Mr Bubble Butt over here wants to join.
Felix: idiot
Minho: Gang bang it is. I'm calling all the members. Start praying Yongboks because you're not gonna be able to walk or sit or do anything really for a week
Felix: yah! We have a concert coming up dummy
Minho: Oh Boks over here just made it a year. Congratulations.
Felix:...
Chan:....
Minho:.....
Felix: So we doing this now or do I have time to get a game of LoL in?
Felix, Chan, and Minho had once thought they’d stumbled upon a perfect balance in their unconventional relationship. Each brought something unique, creating a tapestry of emotions and experiences woven together with threads of love, respect, and companionship. But lately, Chan couldn’t shake the feeling that the balance was tipping away from him, leaving him dangling in an abyss of loneliness.
Chan had fallen hopelessly in love with Felix and Minho. They were his world, his reason for waking up each morning with a smile. The way Minho’s laughter could light up a room, the warmth of Felix’s touch – these were the anchors in Chan’s life. Yet, he couldn’t help but notice the growing intimacy between Felix and Minho, a bond that seemed to deepen each day, often leaving him on the periphery.
It wasn’t as if they were excluding him intentionally. Chan knew that. But the little moments they shared, the inside jokes, the quiet laughter – these things were beginning to gnaw at Chan’s heart. He often came home to find them entwined on the couch, sharing whispered words and soft kisses that felt like a sharp blade against his chest. They’d glance up at him with warm smiles, but Chan could see the connection between them, one that he feared he would never fully be a part of.
One evening, Chan returned home to a scene that had become all too familiar. Felix and Minho were cuddled up on the couch, Felix’s head resting on Minho’s shoulder, their fingers intertwined. The television was on, but their focus was entirely on each other. Chan stood at the door, hesitating, before forcing a smile and announcing his presence.
“Hey, guys,” he said, his voice betraying none of the turmoil inside him.
Felix looked up first, his face lighting up. “Chan! You’re back!” He disentangled himself from Minho and walked over to give Chan a quick hug. Minho waved from the couch, his eyes twinkling with contentment.
“Yeah, I just finished up at the studio,” Chan replied, hugging Felix back. The contact was brief, too brief, and Felix was back on the couch in seconds, resuming his place beside Minho.
Chan sat in the armchair across from them, pretending to be engrossed in his phone. The conversation between Felix and Minho continued, flowing around him like water around a stone. They laughed about something that had happened earlier, some joke Chan wasn’t privy to, and he felt a pang of envy. He wanted to be a part of that laughter, to share in the joy that seemed reserved just for the two of them.
As the night wore on, Chan’s heart grew heavier. The three of them eventually made their way to bed, and Chan found himself lying awake in the dark, listening to the soft whispers and muffled laughter coming from Felix and Minho’s side of the bed. He turned away, staring at the wall, feeling more like an intruder than a partner.
Days turned into weeks, and the pattern continued. Chan’s insecurity festered, feeding off every little moment he felt excluded. He began to scrutinize himself, wondering what was wrong with him. Was he not enough? Did Felix and Minho love each other more than they loved him? The thoughts spiraled, leaving Chan feeling like a ghost in his own home.
One particularly lonely evening, Chan sat on the sofa, working on his laptop. Felix was next to him, scrolling through his phone. Felix leaned against Chan’s shoulder, the warmth of his body a small comfort. For a moment, Chan felt a glimmer of hope, a tiny flicker of belonging. But it was extinguished as soon as Minho walked through the door.
Minho looked exhausted, his face drawn with fatigue. He offered a tired smile to both of them. “I’m going to bed. Long day,” he mumbled, heading straight to the bedroom.
Felix didn’t hesitate. He stood up, stretching slightly. “I’ll join you. Night, Chan,” he said casually as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Chan watched them go, the door closing softly behind them. He was left alone in the living room, the silence pressing down on him like a physical weight. The sense of abandonment was overwhelming, a crushing force that made it hard to breathe. He put his laptop aside and curled up on the sofa, fighting the tears that threatened to spill over.
He felt sick to his stomach, the loneliness wrapping around him like a suffocating shroud. The thoughts that had plagued him for weeks came rushing back with renewed intensity. They don’t need you. They love each other more. You’re just an extra.
The pain was too much to bear. Chan buried his face in a cushion, finally letting the tears flow. He felt worthless like he didn’t belong in the relationship that had once been his greatest source of joy. The love he had for Felix and Minho now felt like a burden, a painful reminder of how excluded he felt. It was a painful reminder of what had once been his and was now slipping from his fingers.
He lay there for what felt like hours, the darkness of the living room matching the darkness inside him. The silence was deafening, broken only by the occasional sound from the bedroom. Each sound was a reminder of what he was missing, of the connection he feared he would never have.
Chan didn’t know how much longer he could endure this. The loneliness was eating away at him, making him question everything about himself and his place in their relationship. He loved Felix and Minho with all his heart, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was losing them, that they were drifting further and further away from him.
The days passed in a blur of routine and heartache. Chan found solace in his work, burying himself in tasks to avoid thinking about the growing distance between him and his partners. But no matter how busy he kept himself, the loneliness was always there, lurking in the background, waiting to pounce the moment he let his guard down.
One evening, after another long day at the studio, Chan came home to find Felix cooking dinner. The smell of something delicious filled the air, and for a moment, Chan felt a spark of happiness. He walked into the kitchen, trying to mask his emotional turmoil with a smile.
“Hey, Lix. Smells amazing in here,” Chan said, leaning against the counter.
Felix looked up, his face lighting up with a smile. “Hey, babe! I’m making your favorite. Thought it’d be a nice surprise.”
Chan’s heart warmed at the gesture. Maybe tonight would be different. Maybe he wouldn’t feel so alone. They sat down to eat together, the atmosphere light and filled with easy conversation. For a little while, Chan felt like things were back to normal.
But the moment was fleeting. Minho came home, looking as tired as ever. He greeted them with a nod and a brief smile before heading straight to the bedroom. Felix’s eyes followed him, and after a few minutes, he excused himself from the table, leaving Chan to finish his meal alone.
Chan’s appetite vanished. He pushed his plate away and stared at the empty seat across from him. The loneliness crashed over him in waves, stronger than ever. He felt like a stranger in his own home, a third wheel in the relationship that had once brought him so much joy. Shit, he didn’t even feel welcome in his own bed anymore.
He cleaned up the kitchen mechanically, his mind racing with thoughts of inadequacy and despair. By the time he finished, he couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. He sank to the floor, his body shaking with silent sobs. He felt utterly broken, convinced that he was the problem, that something was wrong with him.
The ache in his chest was unbearable. He couldn’t take it anymore. He had to get out of here and-.
“Channie, love?” Minho’s voice ripped him from his thoughts. Chan looked up at him, tears freely falling from his eyes, lips shaking at his desperate try to hold back his sobs. “Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked worriedly, getting down on his knees next to him. Minho reached out for him, pulling back his hand as if he burned himself when Chan flinched away. His heart sank to his stomach, and he couldn’t quite read the main emotion in Chan’s eyes. “Felix?” he called out worriedly. “Can you come here for a moment, please?”
Felix made his way over, cursing softly at him for getting him out of bed again. He stopped in his tracks, seeing them on the floor and realizing that Chan was crying. “Heyyy, babe, what happened?” Felix asked, immediately getting down next to him. He cupped his face, leaving Chan no time to pull away from him, and uselessly wiped his tears off. “Channie, what is it? You can tell us, no matter what. We love you, you know that, right?”
A sob escaped him at that, and he shook his head, trying to get away from him as well. He needed them so badly, needed their comfort, their love, but his brain knew they were the source of his misery.
“Hyung, did we do something wrong?” Minho asked after a moment, searching his eyes. “If so, please tell us.”
“Just leave me alone,” Chan pressed out, wiping his face messily with the sleeves of his sweater. “You’re good at that.”
Felix’s heart dropped to his stomach at that last part. “What?” he asked quietly, watching him stunned as Chan pushed himself off the floor.
“Fuck off, seriously,” Chan shook his head, making his way to the bedroom. He just needed his already packed travel bag and keys for now. He needed to get out of here, now.
Felix watched him leave quietly, tears in his eyes as he felt unable to move. Minho blinked softly as Chan left without any further word, slamming the front door closed. He pushed himself off the floor, telling Felix he’d be back and grabbed his own sets of keys, closing the door more gently than Chan had. “Channie!” he said firmly, watching his boyfriend throw his travel bag onto the backseat. “Chan, hey, what’s the plan here?”
“I need space…actual space,” Chan said, slamming the door closed.
“Where?” he asked firmly.
“Some hotel, I don’t know,” he shrugged, fumbling for his keys.
Minho nodded gently. “If that’s what you need, okay, but I’m driving,” he said, not accepting anything else and getting into the car. Chan slipped into the passenger’s seat quietly, and for a moment, none of them said a word. “Can you please tell me what’s going on? You’re scaring me,” he told him quietly, not meeting his eyes.
“No,” Chan shook his head, stubbornly looking outside and telling him the name of the hotel.
Minho hummed in response and started driving. The ride was quiet and Minho’s stomach was cramping up painfully as his thoughts went spiraling. Chan felt guilty for not telling him, tears filling his eyes, knowing that Minho was driving him because he knew Chan wasn’t able to, being so emotional.
Minho quietly made his way inside, grabbing Chan’s bag and walking up to the counter. He booked him a room and paid for it before Chan was able to say a single word. Minho grabbed the keys and nodded toward the elevators. “Come on,” he said gently.
Chan remained silent on their way up to the room, wondering when Minho would finally leave and let him rot in self-despair. Minho unlocked the door, turned on the lights, and went into the room, checking it for hidden cameras and ensuring everything was in place. Chan watched him quietly, sitting down at the edge of the bed.
“You still don’t want to talk?” he asked quietly, putting down Chan’s bag as the older shook his head. He made his way over and stopped in front of him. Chan met his eyes and almost choked on his breath, seeing the sheer pain and anxiety clouding his orbs. “Please call me if you need anything, okay? Promise me.”
“Okay,” Chan nodded quietly.
Minho sighed and cupped his face, his eyes shining suspiciously. “I won’t push you, and please take as much time as you need…but if you’re ready, come back home?” he asked, his voice strained at his attempt not to cry as well. He leaned down and kissed his forehead softly. “I love you, Channie, okay? So so much,” he whispered, and that’s what it took for him to break. Chan buried his face in his stomach, fingers tightly gripping the fabric of his shirt. A sob rippled through his body, and Minho pulled him into a strong hug, his hand running down his back soothingly. “It’s okay, Channie, it’s okay, I got you.” Minho sat down next to him and pulled him into his lap.
Chan curled up in his arms, holding onto him, scared that he’d leave him. “I’m sorry,” he whimpered.
Minho shook his head and buried his face in his hair, a silent tear running down his cheek. “Shh, it’s okay,” he said softly, hugging him tightly. “Can I tell Lix where we are, baby, or just us?” he asked gently.
“Call Lix,” Chan nodded, burying his face in his shoulder.
“Okay,” Minho nodded, relieved, gently rubbing his back.
-
Felix practically ripped the door open as soon as the keycard worked and rushed inside the room. He hesitated once he reached them, still unsure if Chan would even want him near. “Channie, I’m so sorry, whatever this is, I am so so sorry, babe,” he rambled, his voice hoarse from crying himself. “Please just give us a chance to fix this and-.”
Chan looked up from where he had been buried in Minho’s arms, and one glance at Felix was enough to tell him he felt like shit. He reached out for him timidly and Felix let him, joining them on the bed. Chan’s hand trembled as he clutched Felix’s, trying to convey the depth of his pain and confusion.
Felix’s eyes were filled with tears as he took Chan’s hand, squeezing it gently. “I didn’t realize you felt this way,” Felix whispered, his voice cracking. “I never wanted you to feel alone, Channie.”
Minho held Chan tightly, his other hand reaching out to brush Felix’s hair back. “We need to understand what’s been going on in your mind, Chan. We can’t fix this if we don’t know what’s broken,” he said softly.
Chan took a shuddering breath, trying to find the words. “I’ve felt so alone,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I see the bond between you two, and it’s beautiful, but it makes me feel like I’m on the outside looking in. I love you both so much, but I’ve felt like a ghost in our relationship.”
Felix’s tears spilled over, and he leaned in to kiss Chan’s forehead. “I’m so sorry, Chan. We never meant to make you feel like that. You’re just as important to us as we are to each other. We love you so much.”
Minho nodded, his eyes filled with sorrow. “We need to do better, Chan. We need to make sure you feel loved and included. We can’t lose you, not like this.”
Chan’s sobs subsided a little, the warmth of their words seeping into his heart. “I don’t want to leave. I just want to feel like I belong, like I’m not an extra in my own relationship.”
Felix cupped Chan’s face, his thumb gently wiping away the tears. “You do belong, Channie. We’ve just been so caught up in each other that we didn’t see how it was affecting you. But we’re here now, and we’re going to make it right.”
Minho pressed a kiss to the top of Chan’s head. “We’re in this together, all three of us. We’ll make sure you know how much you mean to us, every single day.”
Chan nodded, feeling a glimmer of hope amidst the pain. “Okay,” he whispered. “But we need to talk, all of us, really talk about how to make this work.”
Felix and Minho exchanged a look of determination. “We will,” Felix promised. “We’ll do whatever it takes.”
The three of them stayed like that for a while, holding each other, the silence filled with the unspoken promise of better days to come. They knew it wouldn’t be easy, but they were willing to put in the effort, to fight for the love they shared.
The next few days were a period of healing and rebuilding. They talked openly, laying their emotions bare. Chan expressed his feelings of exclusion, while Felix and Minho listened with hearts full of regret and resolve. They made a conscious effort to include Chan in their moments of intimacy, to make him feel cherished and loved.
One evening, as they lay together in bed, Felix turned to Chan, his eyes soft with love. “Thank you for giving us a chance to make this right. We’re stronger together, and we’ll make sure you never feel left out again.”
Minho nodded, his hand resting on Chan’s chest. “You’re the heart of this relationship, Chan. Without you, we’re incomplete.”
Chan smiled, a genuine smile that reached his eyes. “I love you both so much. And I believe in us. We can do this, together.”
And as they drifted off to sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, Chan felt a sense of peace he hadn’t felt in a long time. The road ahead was still uncertain, but with Felix and Minho by his side, he knew they could navigate any challenge. Their love was a tapestry, woven with threads of resilience and hope, and together, they would create a future where each of them felt seen, loved, and cherished.
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I’m not sure if you do anything without reader, but I had this kind of crazy thought. You don’t have to answer this if you’re uncomfortable, because it’s a little weird I guess. What about dom Chan and dom Minho with sub Felix, and Felix is never allowed to touch himself without permission? One day, Chan and Minho go out, and come back to see Felix desperately humping his Leebit plushie with Wolfchan in his mouth and there’s just drool and cum everywhere 👀 What do you think they’d do to punish him?
Technically I wasn't touching
Pairing: Felix x Chan x Minho / Minchanlix
Word Count: 4982
Warnings/Tags: fluff, smut, sub!felix, dom!minho, dom!chan, edging, begging, felix doesn't do well with punishment, angst, soft!anxious!min, soft!chan, needy!lix, blindfold, daddy kink (Chanlix), color system
A/N: This got longer than expected😂 It gets a little angsty in the end, but it ends on a happy note. I hope you enjoy it🖤
Felix wanders through the now very empty apartment and sighs softly to himself. Minho and Chan left for their date night about an hour ago, promising him cuddles and kisses once they’d be back. It’s nothing unusual that two of them are out for separate dates once in a while. It’s a little tradition they’ve started early on to give each pairing in their throuple the chance to spend some quality time together. But with his hyungs gone, Felix started to get bored very quickly, and scrolling through his phone wasn’t his brightest idea.
Seeing all those pictures and edits of his boyfriends only made him long for them to care for him in every way possible. He misses Minho’s hand gripping his hair, his doe eyes watching him with such a fire it took his breath away every time. He misses Chan’s hands, bruising his skin as he pounds into him, whispering the dirtiest shit to him. He misses Minho’s tongue abusing his needy little hole, fucking him stupid in the most mindblowing positions. He misses Chan cornering him against a wall, making him hold back his whimpers and moans in public. Fuck, he really misses his boyfriends.
Felix grumbles softly to himself and makes his way to their shared bedroom, throwing himself into bed. He notices his two plushies comfortably seated against the pillow and frowns softly. Taking Leebit, he smells Minho’s signature cologne. Curiously, he grabs Wolfchan, being met with Chan’s cologne now. “Idiots,” he says fondly and presses the plushies to his face, inhaling the scent of his boyfriends. Felix fumbles for his phone and debates texting his boyfriends for a moment.
Felix stares at the screen for another ten minutes, and his frustration grows with every passing minute. Of course, they wouldn’t text back. They were having a date. He shifts on the mattress, and his dick rubs against the crumpled blanket beneath him. A soft little moan escapes his lips at the feeling, and he bites his lower lip hard. He shouldn’t, he really shouldn’t. He promised them.
But…he wasn’t actually touching himself like that, right?
Felix repeats the movement of his hips, and a heavy sigh falls from his lips at the needed friction. He blushes at how loud he sounds in the empty apartment and buries his face further into his Wolfchan, stifling the following noise escaping him. He doesn’t fully know what makes him do so, but it doesn’t take long, and he’s shoving Leebit beneath his body, lifting his hips and grinding down against the plushie, crying out in relief as it finally creates the friction he needs. Felix hastily pushes down his pants and boxers, grinding down against the plushie eagerly.
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Chan giggles, seeing the message from Felix as Minho went to the bathroom. He rolls his eyes playfully and decides to wait for his boyfriend. Minho comes back after a moment, looking as beautiful as ever. His dark pants and shirt hug him in all the right places. His sleeves are rolled up a little, giving Chan a delicious view of Minho’s beautiful arms and elegant hands. A silver bracelet on his left wrist matches the necklace peeking through the unbuttoned collar. A few rings decorate his fingers, and Chan can’t stop himself from staring as he makes his way to the table.
Minho sits down, blowing a strand of his currently black hair from his face, and tilts his head at Chan, rather amused. “You’re done staring?”
“At you? Never,” he smiles softly, and Minho’s amusement yields to a soft blush covering his cheeks. “I know I’ve told you before, but you look very handsome tonight.”
“Thank you,” he smiles sheepishly. “You look stunning yourself, Channie love.” He really does. Chan’s wearing a black suit, refraining from wearing a shirt beneath the jacket, giving Minho a perfect view of his neck adorned with the small bracelet. A pair of silver earrings highlight his dark hair, a few strands falling beautifully into his forehead. Minho’s eyes wander further down, making him smile as he spots the bracelet matching his own. “How’s our sunshine?” he asks curiously. “How you giggled at your phone when I left can only mean he texted.” Chan snorts softly at how well Minho knows him and shows him the text message.
Sunshine💛: I really miss you guys🥺❤️ can I touch myself, pretty please?
A soft smirk settles on Minho’s lips, and he raises his eyebrows at Chan. “Already?”
“Well, it’s been two weeks,” he laughs.
“Of course, it has been,” Minho rolls his eyes and leans back in his chair comfortably. “I told him it would if he keeps acting up, which he did.”
“Should we release him tonight?” Chan suggests, and Minho picks up his drink, glancing at him amused.
“Gosh, you’re such a softie,” he rolls his eyes playfully. “Fine, we can,” he gives in, a mischievous glint shimmering in his chocolate orbs. “It’s not like I didn’t miss those pretty little whimpers.”
“Me too,” he smirks and unlocks his phone. “So, no touching until then.”
Minho hums softly and finishes his drink. “Let’s go?”
“Someone’s impatient,” he giggles.
“I miss my Lixie,” he pouts at him, and Chan types a quick message.
Channie hyung🖤: Patience, baby boy, we’ll be home soon🖤
After paying, Chan intertwines his hand with Minho’s, strolling out of the restaurant with him. “Let’s see what our good boy is doing, huh?”
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Minho giggles softly as he closes the door, and Chan pulls him into a kiss. He kisses back fiercely, making a soft sound as Chan bites his lower lip teasingly. “Okay, come on, let’s…,” his voice trails off as he hears it. “Is he? Fucks sake, Felix,” he growls quietly and pushes past Chan toward their bedroom.
Chan follows him, and his eyes widen as soon as they enter the doorframe. Felix is fully undressed on his knees in the middle of their bed. His long, blond hair falls around his head messily, partly sticking to his sweaty forehead. Chan needs a moment to comprehend that Felix is biting down on his Wolfchan plushie to stifle the sinful noises leaving his mouth.
Minho blinks, stunned at the sight of Felix eagerly grinding down against something. Drool is dripping down his chin from biting on the plushie, and there’s cum all over his pretty thighs and stomach. The sight alone makes him hard but fuels his anger before he can do anything against it. That definitely went against their rules and agreements.
Chan’s lips part with a groan as he realizes what exactly Felix is so desperately humping, and he involuntarily grips Minho’s hip tightly. “You have to be kidding me,” he says out loud, and Felix flinches at the sound of his voice, staring at them with wide eyes.
Minho closes the distance and grabs his chin, freeing Wolfchan from his mouth and glaring down at him. “Felix,” he says dangerously low.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers with wide eyes, fear spreading through his body in an addictive rush. “Please.”
“Please, what, baby?” Minho spits out. “One rule. One rule, and you can’t keep it. Why?”
“I-I got needy, and you-you didn’t respond, and I thought-” he starts out, growing smaller beneath Minho’s firm gaze.
“Thought what? That we wouldn’t notice you were touching yourself without our permission?” he asks sharply.
“Technically, I wasn’t touching,” he mumbles, and Minho’s gaze hardens.
“Technically, you fucked up no matter how you put this,” he snorts.
“I just thought-”
“Wrong thought, pretty boy,” Chan chimes in from behind, slowly stepping next to Minho to avoid Felix agitating him even more. “I thought we could trust you with this,” he says, clearly disappointed, shattering Felix’s heart.
“Channie babe,” he whispers nervously.
“Nah, don’t try to sweet talk now, you messed up,” he shakes his head.
“I missed you two so much,” he tries, eyes getting teary. “I swear I didn’t mean to; I just needed to...”
“You’ve been a brat, which is why. And now you’re being an even bigger brat than before,” Minho reminds him and huffs at him. “Look at the mess you made,” he groans.
“Get up,” Chan says calmly, and Felix’s eyes widen, realizing why. His eyes flicker to Minho, and there’s a pleading look in them as they meet Chan’s again. “I won’t say it again.”
He does, and Minho’s jaw drops, spotting Leebit beneath his boyfriend. “And you traumatized Leebit in the process!”
Chan has to bite back a laugh at that and gently nudges Minho, who also bites back a grin. “God, look at you getting so desperate you’re fucking our plushies.”
“Under any other circumstances, I might’ve found it adorable,” Minho adds, sighing.
“I’m sorry, I’ll make it up to you. Please, I’ll do everything,” Felix starts begging, staring at them with wide, teary eyes. “I promise to be good; I didn’t want to make you mad.”
“Oh, sunshine,” Minho sighs and cups his cheek, soothingly brushing his thumb across his cheekbone. “You do realize we have to punish you now for breaking our rules, right?”
Felix swallows softly but nods compliantly.
“You’ll be a good boy and take it?” Chan asks, growing a little softer for a moment as well. Felix nods eagerly and folds his hands in his lap. “Speak up, Lix.”
“I’ll be a good boy, daddy,” he nods, and Chan seems to be satisfied.
“Such a shame, right before we would've taken care of you,” Chan sighs.
“I didn't know,” Felix pouts softly.
Minho laughs at him. “If you wouldn't have been busy humping my plushie, you would've gotten our message.”
“Oh,” he whispers, clearly embarrassed, and Minho seems to have a little pity on him, cupping his face and planting a quick kiss on top of his hair.
“God, look at the mess you made,” he laughs and brushes back his sweaty hair for him, humming softly as Felix leans into his touch. “Channie love, can you get a towel or something?” Chan nods agreeingly and walks to the adjoined bathroom. Minho gently wipes away the drool from his chin with his thumb and sighs softly, looking down at him, yearning for his simple touch. “Was it really that bad that you couldn’t wait?”
Felix lowers his gaze. “I just really missed your touch.”
“Well, stop being such a tease then; you know I don’t joke around when I tell you there’ll be consequences,” he laughs gently and thanks Chan silently, taking the towel from him. He wipes his face first before cleaning his stomach and thighs. Minho pushes him onto the mattress more or less gently, pinning his hands down and tilting his head at him with a smirk. “Now. What will it be?” he asks, and Felix swallows softly. “We could use you until we’re both satisfied,” he suggests, and Felix’s pupils darken at the thought. “But maybe we’ll just make you watch instead,” Minho adds, and there’s a fearful flicker in Felix’s chocolate eyes at that idea. “Maybe I’ll let your beloved daddy fuck me stupid instead, and you can’t do anything but watch and long it’s you.”
Chan smirks at that thought and steps behind Minho, wrapping his arms around his waist, hand running down his stomach, cupping him through his pants. Minho moans sinfully, purely to tease Felix with the idea. Chan buries his nose in his neck and kisses him sweetly, pulling him back against his body fiercely. “Maybe we’ll blindfold him, and he can listen only, kitten.”
Minho smirks, licking his lips, and melts into Chan’s so familiar firm touch. “Would you like that, baby boy?” he asks teasingly, pressing back against his hyung. Chan shudders against him, clearly worked up already as well.
“No, please,” Felix whimpers, squirming on the bed as his boyfriends gaze down at him amused.
Felix scrambles onto his knees and nods quickly. “Yes, Minho hyung, I can do that,” he answers, almost crying with relief at the thought of getting stuffed to the brim by Chan.
“You’re lucky I have a soft spot for you,” Minho snickers and lets go of his wrists, reaching back to tangle his hand in Chan’s hair. “I’m all in with the blindfold,” he nods, and Felix gulps nervously. “You had a long day; he should make it up to you first,” he continues and soothingly scratches Chan’s hair. “Felix,” he speaks up firmly, and Felix’s wide eyes meet his expectantly. “I want you to take care of our Channie hyung, you hear me? No touching for you, you won’t touch Chan, you won’t touch yourself.”
“You won’t cum until I say so,” he continues, and Felix shudders softly. That would be rough, given the pure need spreading through his veins like wildfires. “We’ll see how we go from there.”
“Okay,” he nods and glances at them, unsure about the next move.
“Well, prepare yourself, sunshine,” Minho urges.
“But, I-,” he stammers, heart sinking. He really hoped Minho would at least eat him out or Chan’s fingers would stretch his hole so perfectly.
“You were so eager to get things done yourself only minutes ago; you’ll manage,” Minho says and turns in Chan’s hold, giving him a firm kiss. He roams his hands down his body, squeezing his bum and smirking as he feels Chan growing hard against him, straining against the fabric of his pants. Minho fumbles them open and slips his hand into his pants, wrapping it around Chan’s dick and stroking him lovingly. “Let’s see if our boy can finish the job, huh,” he says, and Chan’s lips part with a soft groan at the obscene noise leaving Felix’s mouth as he pushes the first finger inside.
Felix whimpers as he stretches himself out enough to take Chan later and blushes heavily at the hungry but adoring looks his boyfriends give him. He spreads his legs for them to give them a better view and shivers as he notices Minho stroking Chan.
Only a little later, Minho has fully undressed Chan, and he’s on his back, guiding Felix into his lap. A mutual relief floods their systems as Chan is buried fully in Felix’s tight heat. Minho climbs onto the bed behind Felix, getting on his knees between Chan’s legs and pulling out a piece of fine silk. “Relax, alright?” he asks Felix, who nods quickly, dying to move. Minho covers his eyes, tying the fabric behind his head, and ensures it’s in place. “Too tight?” he checks in.
“No, it’s fine,” Felix assures him, taking a deep breath at his loss of sight.
“You know your colors, baby boy?” he asks, and Felix nods quickly. “We can stop or take a break whenever you need to, remember?”
“Yes, hyung,” he says sweetly, and Minho gently squeezes his shoulders.
“You can start moving then,” he says, and Felix experimentally lifts his hips before sinking back down onto him. Chan’s head drops back into the pillow at this, and pleasure slowly floods his face, increasing with every roll of Felix’s hips. Minho stays behind Felix to mirror the situation and chuckles when Chan soon gets a little frustrated, ever needy for more.
“Lix,” Chan groans. “Stop being sloppy, you're usually not that shy,” he curses softly, and Felix whines in response.
Minho gently slaps his butt. “Come on, pretty boy.”
“Can’t,” Felix whimpers, and looking a little closer, Minho notices how hard his thighs are trembling already.
“Felix,” Minho says, and Felix fears the worst already until his hyung starts laughing. “Please tell me you didn't spend your all on Leebit and have nothing left for Chan.”
“I-uh,” he stammers, eyes brimming with tears behind the blindfold. “I'm sorry.”
“God, you're such a dumb baby,” Chan laughs, now knowing what's the issue. “So needy you're too tired now. Well, you'll have to take your punishment then.”
Minho giggles as Chan plants his feet on the mattress, grabbing Felix's hips. “No touching,” he reminds him as Felix wants to steady himself on Chan's chest. He scoots closer and wraps his arms around him, letting him lean against him.
Felix shudders at Minho's hands lingering on his skin, suddenly very aware of him behind him. He can feel his breath ghosting over the back of his neck, warm hands resting on his stomach. The fabric of Minho's shirt feels nice against his bare skin, and he can't bite back a soft moan at the feeling. “Minho hyung,” he whimpers, and Minho chuckles, teasingly roaming his hands all over his stomach and up to his chest. At the same time, Chan sets a fast, harsh pace that has him bouncing on top of him. Felix can't do much besides moaning and babbling nonsense, head dropping back against Minho's shoulder weakly.
“Dumb baby can't even finish the job on his own,” Chan growls at him, his grip on his hips bruising. His head falls back in pure bliss as Felix clenches around him with a whimper, and Minho gently rubs his thigh. “God, Felix, you're so tight,” he groaned.
“Such a good boy, making our Channie hyung feel so good,” Minho praises him, fingers brushing over his nipples.
“Minho, please,” he whimpers.
“Please, what?” Minho asks patiently, hand only running down to his lower abdomen and stopping right before where he needed him most.
“I'm so close,” he whimpers.
“No, no, no cumming until I say so, Lixie boy,” he shakes his head. “You've been a bad little boy, and our hardworking Channie hyung deserves to feel good. So you'll wait like the good boy you promised to be.”
Chan moans out about as loud at his praise as Felix does at his scolding. “Fuck, kitten,” he curses and pounds up in him. “He feels so good.”
Minho smirks and gently rubs his thigh. “Mhm, hear that, Felix? You're doing a great job.” Minho frowns as he doesn't get an answer, and glancing down, he notices Felix is digging his nails into his own thighs so hard he draws blood. A soft sniffle can be heard, and Felix's moans sound whiny and wet. Minho changes positions, sitting on his knees in front of him and spreading his legs so Chan can still move beneath him. “Lix, baby?” he asks softly and takes off the blindfold. “Color?”
“G-Green,” he choked out, eyes rolling back with a weak moan. “Hyungie, please.”
Minho's eyes widen as Chan teasingly grabs his bum with one hand, squeezing gently. He presses back with a soft moan, knowing that nothing set off Chan as much as the pleasure of his partners. Judging by Felix's desperate face, he couldn't keep it in long anymore. Maybe he'd have to help a little. He starts grinding down against Chan's firm stomach, moaning genuinely at the friction. “Feels so good, Channie hyung, making your boys feel so good,” he tells him, drawing his next moan out, not quite picking up on how hard he makes it for Felix to focus. “Stop that,” he tells Felix very gently and takes his hands to stop him from digging his nails even deeper into his thighs.
Felix shudders and feels his stomach tightening painfully. “Daddy,” he whimpers.
“Don't try begging him now,” Minho says, giggling at the guttural groan leaving Chan. Chan tenses up beneath them, pounding his dick into Felix with a few desperate moans, and coats his walls with his release. Chan has barely moaned out Felix's name as Felix already spasms with a cry. Thick ropes of cum cover his stomach, his thighs…and Minho's expensive shirt. Minho blinks down at the mess, a little stunned, before his eyes are back on Felix, who's slumping forward. He catches him in his arms as Felix sobs into his chest, apologizing timidly and crying out as Chan is still moving. His grip on his shirt is tight as one desperate, broken moan after another is being punched out of him.
“Minho, hyung, I'm sorry,” he cries, and Minho's heart drops a little. “Feels so good, can't-,” he breaks off with a shout as Chan hits his prostate.
“Felix,” Minho tries to be firm, but he can't. Not when he is such a mess as he had never been before, sobbing from pleasure and guilt into his chest.
“I'm so close,” he sobs. “So sensitive, so good, daddy,” he cries, and Chan's eyes roll back with a loud moan.
Minho watches Felix worriedly and scoots as close as possible, hugging him tight. “You're okay,” he whispers only for him to hear. “You can cum, don't hold back.” Minho kisses his hair and feels Felix gripping the back of his shirt tightly as he soon tenses up again and chokes on a sob. “Color?”
“Y-Yellow.”
“Channie hyung, slow down,” Minho says, and Chan does immediately. He gently lifts Felix off Chan's lap and pulls him into his arms. Chan doesn't waste much time and lifts them both into his lap, leaning against the bed frame.
He worriedly rubs his back and tries to meet Felix's eyes. “Felix, baby, you're okay? Did I hurt you?”
“No, you didn't,” he quickly assures him and nuzzles his face into his touch as he cups his cheek. “Felt so good, promise.”
Minho lovingly runs his hand through his hair. “You got a little overwhelmed, love?”
Felix shakes his head and sniffles softly, shivering heavily in their arms. “I just feel guilty.”
“Guilty?” Chan asks puzzled, and grabs a blanket to cover them all and ensure Felix won't get cold.
“For what?” Minho asks gently, and Felix contorts his face in embarrassment. “You can tell us, sunshine.”
“For breaking the rule,” he says timidly and doesn't dare to look at them. “And I didn't take proper care of you, Chan, and…and I made a mess all over you, Minho, even though you told me not to,” he says, and big tears spill down his cheeks. “I'm sorry for messing up repeatedly; please don't hate me.”
“Felix, baby,” Chan says soothingly, running his hand through his hair. “It's okay, it happens.”
“We don't hate you. We never would,” Minho firmly shakes his head.
“But you didn't touch me in two weeks,” Felix whimpers softly, knowing he's being ridiculous. He got kisses, long hugs, and cuddles…just no sex, not after teasing Minho that badly in public and almost getting him into trouble.
Minho's face falls, a sudden anxious hint clouding his expression and filling his eyes. “Lixie,” he breathes out, heart sinking to his stomach. “I didn't-I'd never-,” he stutters, looking at Chan for help.
“Minho only did that because it was the consequence you agreed to when he told you to stop teasing,” he says gently. “Not because he hates you.”
“I thought it would be okay,” Felix says quietly and sniffles. “But it wasn't. Wanted you so bad it hurt.”
Minho feels his eyes brimming with tears and blinks stubbornly. “You should've told me, baby,” he says softly and cups his face. “I should've known.”
“I'm sorry,” Felix rasps timidly.
“No, I am,” Minho shakes his head and searches his eyes. “I should've noticed,” he says, biting back tears as Chan's hand finds his lower back, squeezing his hip. “I'm sorry, baby,” he whispers, pulling him into a tight hug, burying his face in his hair. He meets eyes with Chan, who flashes him a gentle smile and swallows thickly. His heart pounds in his chest as Felix buries himself in his chest, holding onto him tightly. “I love you so much, okay?”
“I know,” Felix says softly and squeezes him tightly. “Just missed you.”
“Missed you too,” Minho tells him sincerely, blinking stubbornly, not wanting to cry.
Felix lifts his head a little and kisses Minho's neck very gently. “I love you too, hyungie.”
A shuddering breath leaves Minho's lips, and he closes his eyes, grip tightening around him. A hot tear slips down his cheek, and before he knows it, Chan's there, pulling them both into one of his warm hugs. He curses himself mentally because being in Chan's arms, his safe place always tempts him to show his emotions freely. He bites his lower lip stubbornly but breaks when Chan plants a kiss on his hair, and Felix nuzzles his face into his neck. A soft sound escapes his lips, and the hold of his boyfriends tightens immediately. Hot tears spill down his cheeks before he can do anything against it, and he curls in on himself a little, trying to hide.
“Minho hyung,” Felix whispers, shocked, helplessly cupping his face and uselessly wiping his tears. “Don't cry, hyungie, I'm sorry.”
Minho firmly shakes his head and sucks in a sharp breath as Chan kisses his temple and pulls him in close. “Kitten, it's okay,” Chan tells him, kissing his hair and glancing down at him. “Lixie knows you didn't want to hurt him.”
Minho looks up at Felix through tears and grabs his hands. “I'd never hate you, you hear me? I swore to always keep you safe with me.”
“I know,” Felix nods quickly and intertwines their fingers. “I got insecure, I know you don't.”
“I love you so fucking much, sunshine,” Minho sniffles and giggles wetly as Felix hugs him very tightly. “God, you don't even know,” he whispers, burying his face in his hair.
“My boys,” Chan coos softly and cuddles them close. “I love you two so much.”
“We love you too, Channie hyung,” Felix answers for both of them.
“Let me clean you up, okay?” Minho asks gently and wipes his cheeks quickly.
“But you didn't even get to cum,” Felix points out guiltily.
“Don't worry, I'm alright,” Minho shakes his head and searches his eyes. “Please?”
Chan gently squeezes Felix's thigh, giving him a subtle hint. “Okay,” he nods gently.
“I'll draw you two a bath,” he announces and slips out of their hug, wrapping the blanket tightly around them.
Felix watches him worriedly, and once Minho's busy in the bathroom, he glances at Chan. “I hurt him, didn't I?”
Chan looks after Minho thoughtfully before glancing down at him. “I don't think you hurt him…he's probably just worried now to cross your boundaries.”
“I'm sorry, Channie,” he whispers, and Chan's hold on him tightens.
“Baby, it's okay. It's good that you told us. I didn't realize you were feeling this way either,” he tells him, kissing his head. “Minho is serious when he says he has a soft spot for you. Yeah, I know he gets really sweet and needy with me if he wants to and sometimes is a little bossy with you, but…he'd stop whatever he's doing if you need him. No matter how, no matter where he is.”
Felix chews on his lower lip. “Just want him to feel safe with us like I do with him. He's been so open and happy lately; I don't want to ruin that.”
“You're not. You won't,” Chan reminds him, kissing his forehead and soothingly caressing his hair.
Minho comes back and seeing the shimmer in his eyes, his fingers nervously tapping against his thigh, Chan knows he heard them. “I'm…everything's ready.”
Felix makes grabby hands in his direction. “Carry me, please?”
Minho chokes on his giggle, face softening as he steps closer. “Come here, baby boy,” he says softly and scoops him up. Felix clings to him, and Minho briefly buries his face in his shoulder, planting a tiny kiss there before carrying him to the bathroom. He lowers him into the warm water, smiling at the little sigh that escapes his lips. Minho gently brushes back his hair and flashes him a timid smile. “Feels good?”
“Yeah,” Felix nods, beaming at him tiredly.
Chan joins them with some fresh clothes for the three of them. He puts them down by the sink for now and steps in front of Minho. “Kitten?”
“Hm?” he hums, eyes flickering at him anxiously.
Chan smiles softly and soothingly rubs his shoulders. “You're perfect, you know that?” he asks gently, and Minho's eyes brim with tears.
“I don't,” he whispers, lowering his gaze guiltily at the pain in Chan's sweet chocolate orbs.
“Minnie baby,” he breathes out and pulls him into the tightest hug so far.
Minho closes his eyes feeling as if Chan puts all his broken pieces right back together. He doesn't really pay attention to the sound of water splashing, but suddenly, Felix is right behind him, hugging him just as tight. Minho giggles at the feeling. “Baby, you're making everything wet.”
“Not my first mess today,” Felix teases lightly, and Minho can't hold back a genuine laugh. “Join us, please?”
“I can't,” he shakes his head, and Felix's face falls worriedly, looking at Chan.
“Why's that, kitten?” Chan asks calmly.
Minho pulls back and blushes furiously. “Because I'm…uhm,” he squirms a little and bites his lower lip before whispering his little secret. Since leaving the house with Chan today, a certain favorite toy has been resting between his clenching walls.
Chan's eyes widen. “The whole time?”
Minho nods shyly. Felix giggles at him, and after a glance at him, Minho blushes even more. “I wanted to give you the remote to tease me, but that's when we decided to go home.”
“Once Channie and I aren't such a mess anymore…can we take care of you?” Felix asks softly, and Minho almost moans out loud at the thought.
Whenever the three of them were together, Felix, their little baby, was the natural center of attention, and he didn't mind one bit. The thought of not only Chan but Felix focusing solely on him already made him painfully hard. “Please,” he whispers before he can think it through.
Chan smiles, relieved, as Felix seems to have found a way to show Minho how much they loved him without hovering. “If that's what my kitten wants, it's what he'll get.”
Minho smiles shyly before waving them off. “Come on now, you two are a sticky mess.”
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🖤 I try to get your requests done as quickly as possible and usually start from the bottom of my inbox. If one of the newer ones is easier to write I might finish them earlier. If you're unsure if I got your request, please check the linked request list on my pinned post (I try to update it once a week at least).
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What I won't write for (I'll might add things):
❌ rape/non-con/using someone without aftercare
❌ blood play
❌ physical or verbal abuse (if it's one of the boys/reader toward the other - it can be mentioned if either a member or reader had a past with abuse)
❌ yandere
❌ suicide/death of one of the boys or reader
❌ whatever kinks/smut-related stuff I'm not comfortable with if it comes up in a request
❌ The boys being assholes (for a moment, okay, but not until the end)
