Chan had many labels: leader, producer, hyung, and, according to everyone in the dorm…

“Human velcro.”

He hugged everyone. Back-hugged Minho while brushing his teeth. Wrapped his arms around Seungmin while watching TV. Curled up in Jisung’s bed “accidentally.”

But it was always Minho who got the most cling. Minho, who rolled his eyes. Who muttered “Get off” every time. Who never hugged back—unless he thought no one was watching.

Chan plopped next to Minho during movie night, draping a leg over his. The room was dark. The other members were distracted.

“Stop sticking to me,” Minho said, not moving his leg away. “You love it,” Chan grinned, resting his head on Minho’s shoulder.

“No,” Minho deadpanned. But fifteen minutes later, Minho’s hand was on Chan’s thigh. Light. Careless. Like it had wandered there on its own.

It hadn’t.

“You're so damn clingy,” Minho snapped one night after dance practice. Chan blinked, stung. “I… thought you liked when I—” “You think everyone wants to be touched all the time?” Minho said, not meeting his eyes.

That night, Chan slept alone for the first time in months.

And Minho?He tossed and turned all night, arms aching from the absence.

Minho woke up to a sticky note on his bedroom door. In Chan’s handwriting:

“Sorry I’m too much sometimes. Love, Velcro 🐨”

He stared at it for a long time.

That evening, he walked into Chan’s studio, where Chan was slumped over his desk, headphones still on.

Minho didn’t say a word. He just walked over, gently pulled Chan into his chest, and held him.

“…I missed you,” Chan whispered.

Minho sighed. “I never wanted you to stop sticking.”

Minho didn’t say “I love you” like Chan did.

But he started doing things.

He brought Chan coffee before practice.

He let him rest his head in his lap during group meetings.

And one day, when Chan asked, “Why are you being so soft lately?”

Minho just replied, “Maybe I’m velcro too. Just… reversed.”

They lay in bed, Chan curled against Minho’s side, legs tangled like yarn.

“You’re my favorite place to stick,” Chan whispered.

Minho rolled his eyes, kissed the top of Chan’s head, and murmured, “Then don’t ever unstick.”