When they arrived at Chan's and Changbin's apartment, Minho and Jisung looked around in amazement.

"Has it always been so bald here? Or is it just so long ago that I was here that I forgot what it looks like?" Jisung asked in amazement.

"I think it always looked like this...," Chan said and also looked around.

"Well, at least we don't have so much stuff to pack," Minho said and laughed.

Together they got the moving boxes out of the storage room and started sorting by room to put the things of the two into the boxes.

Which after a short time led to the fact that the apartment was a mess, although Chan and Changbin really didn't have much stuff.

"I don't know why I took you with me at all. You are not really helpful. Apart from Chan maybe," Minho snorted.

"Well, then you can continue packing the boxes and Jisung and I go buy ice cream," Changbin said and pulled Jisung with him.

Minho looked after them both a little perplexed, but then shrugged his shoulders and tried to steer the chaos back into order.

"Do you think it would be too early to start drinking?" Chan asked and came out of the kitchen with two bottles of soju.

"Uhm maybe?" he said questioningly, took a bottle out of Chans hand and opened it.

"To our new apartment," Chan said with a grin.

"We need music! Everything is easier with music."

A short time later, both ran through the apartment in a good mood with loud music and progressed much better than before. It wouldn't really be long until they were finished.

"What do we actually want to do with the boxes?" Chan asked thoughtfully.

"Maybe first stack them on the free wall in the dining room. I think Jimin knows someone who can help us drive the things in our apartment. The question remains what you do with the furniture. Even if you don't have an insane number, they won't really fit in our apartment."

"Hmm, I'll discuss this with Binnie. Whether we want to take any of them with us at all. You also have a sofa and dining table and if we are honest, then yours are prettier," said Chan laughing.

"Well, I'm actually finished in the bedroom so far. What about you?" asked Minho.

"The technical stuff is packed and most of the kitchen too. The rest of the kitchen and the living room are still missing."

"Then let's finish the kitchen first and then the living room."

Together they went into the kitchen. Chan had already done a lot of work and there was really not much to pack here.

Chan pulled Minho to him and for a moment they stood there cuddled close to each other.

"Everything all right?" Minho asked quietly.

"Better... It feels like coming home after a long, exhausting day at work and being able to fall into your own bed."

Minho had to smile. He knew the feeling all too well. He gently stroked Chan over his back. He was more than happy that Chan felt that way about moving together with him and Jisung.

"Come on, let's get your kitchen ready before the two are back, then at least they can only wreak havoc in the living room."

Laughing, they started to pack the last things and just as Minho taped the box, they heard the front door open.

"Well, did you eat the ice cream directly on the way back, or why did it take so long?" Chan shouted to them.

Changbin and Jisung came into the living room exuberantly.

"No, we haven't. Well at least we didn't eat your ice cream. But that could possibly have melted down a bit now..." Jisung said, hiding his face behind his hands.

"And you started partying here without us?" Changbin asked with raised eyebrows and pointed to the empty Soju bottles. Minho and Chan were already holding their second ones in their hands.

"Possibly," Minho said, shrugging his shoulders.

"And you have to drive us home," said Chan, pulling Changbin to him and kissing him.

"Mhm is ok you booze thrush. After all, you have already packed most of it. What else is missing?"

"Actually only the living room. And the question remains what we want to do with our furniture."

Minho had meanwhile grabbed the muddy ice and sat down on the sofa with it, while Jisung packed things relatively randomly into the remaining boxes.

"Baby, but pack the fragile things carefully, yes!?" Minho shouted to him.

"What?! Now I've thrown them all in there," Jisung said laughing and shook his head.

"Little oooone."

Chan put his bottle aside and chased behind Jisung who ran away laughing in front of him.

Changbin dropped on the sofa next to Minho at the same time and watched the two.

"Do you think the two will ever stop being like this?" he asked Minho with a grin.

"Don't think so. Here," he held Changbin the spoon full of ice, who almost automatically opened his mouth. "If you can't drink, you'll at least get some more mud."

"How kind of you," laughing, he pulled Minho to himself.

Chan had caught Jisung in the meantime and carried him to the other two to the sofa.

"Well, little one, did he manage to catch you?"

Jisung tried to free himself from Chan's arms, but he only held him tighter.

"But just because I helped him get up after he fell over a box. Otherwise he wouldn't have caught me."

Grinning, Chan pressed him against him.

"Come on little one, let's pack the rest and then bring the two booze thrusts home," Changbin said with a smile.

"And pizza! We need pizza," Chan shouted.

"And on the way home we buy pizza," Jisung said with a laugh and packed the remaining things together with Changbin, while Chan and Minho lay on the sofa and cuddled.

"And these are supposed to be our hyungs," Jisung muttered, shaking his head and laughed.

"As if you see them as your hyungs...," Changbin said, grinning mischievously.

"Uhm," Jisung immediately turned red.

"You see," Changbin said laughing, pulling him to himself and kissing him.

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