Chapter Text
Chan sighed heavily as he limped in the door. His sniffle seeming much louder in the unusual silence of the dorm he shared with his 7 other members.
After removing his jacket and shoes at the door, he turned and tried to fix his face and demeanor. He knew his brothers didn't judge him, but as the leader he felt the need to shoulder more and protect them.
As he stepped into the living area of the dorm 7 pairs of eyes swung his way. He had to chuckle, if only smally, at the various faces of sympathy, anger and sadness.
"Oh come on guys," Chan smirked. "You couldn't have missed me that much? I was only gone an hour, yeah?"
"That's not funny hyung," Hyujin pouted.
"Yeah we've been worried about you," added Felix.
Chan immediately sobered. His attempts at lightening the mood obviously unwanted. He slumped his shoulders as he moved to apologize.
"Ease up you two," Minho scolded. "You aren't the wounded party here." He stepped up to Chan from his place on the couches with the others. "What can I do for you, hyung?"
The leader immediately felt the burn of tears forming in his eyes. His second in command was always looking out for him. Despite his rough exterior, Minho was like a mother hen when it came to his members.
"Let me just go rest in my room for a bit and then we can all have dinner and a movie this evening? Sound good?" Chan addressed the room.
"Sure, hyung," Minho answered for the group. "Let's get you set up."
As the oldest 2 made their way back towards the bedrooms, the rest of the group sighed and slumped back into more relaxed positions, exchanging forlorn looks.
"Bastards..." Seungmin growled as he ran his hand through his long bangs.
"Hey, watch your language," Changbin reprimanded softly. "We're all upset, but that won't help anything. Let Minho get him settled and a little later on we'll all get our chance to dote on Channie-hyung."
Seungmin muttered a reluctant apology and leaned in as Jeongin threw an arm around his shoulder. The group slowly went on to playing on their phones or chatting anxiously, while they waited for their turn with Chan.
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Chan groaned as he flopped face-first onto his bed. He wrapped both arms around his pillow and turned to look at Minho as he sat beside him on the bed. The latter pushed Chan's shaggy hair out of his face as he looked him over.
"So I take it JYP didn't want to just discuss his issues with your acceptance speech?"
"Oh we discussed it," Chan huffed humorlessly. "And then he drove his point home with 12 from the paddle."
"Ouch," Minho hissed and shook his head. "That's a complete overreaction. You simply said no one liked our sound when we started! It's a simple statement of fact about how far we've come since then!"
"I know, Min, I know. But he and the company managers took that as a slight, and you know they don't tolerate disrespect."
Minho shook his head and growled, frustrated with the whole thing, before looking back to Chan.
"Are you ok? What can I get you?"
"I'm gonna be sore the rest of the day for sure, but I'm mostly just embarrassed," Chan said as his ears flushed red. "It's been years since I got smacked. I'm supposed to set the example for you guys."
"Yah! That's enough of that kind of talk," Minho glared. "You're still human, even if we all think you hung the moon. So, I'll ask again: what can I do for you? Because you've probably got less than half an hour of alone time before the rest come pouring in here."
"You're probably right," Chan chuckled. "Umm, could you grab my sweatspants from the closet and maybe some of that cream for sore muscles?"
Chan closed his eyes and listened as Minho shuffled around the room fulfilling his requests. He felt better just being back in his space with his people around him. His body relaxed some as he let himself melt into the mattress.
Minho found the desired sweats and cream and brought both back over to the bed, urging Chan to stand up.
"Ugh, God, that smarts," Chan groaned as he moved to stand beside the bed. "Makes me second-guess putting you lot over my knee so often."
"Doubt that...," Minho mumbled as he allowed Chan to lean on him.
"Watch it you," Chan reprimanded. "Unless you'd like to join me in my inability to sit."
Minho shook his head, but didn't say anything more. Until Chan slowly worked his jeans off and decided to lose his underwear too. Minho let out a low whistle when he saw the state of the other's punished backside.
"Damn, he really did let you have it," Minho handed Chan the sweats and then grabbed the cream. "Don't pull those all the way up and lay down again."
"Minho, I can put on my own-"
"Just lay down, hyung. I know you can do it, but what do you always tell us?"
Chan groaned as he complied.
"After care and love are just as important as the lesson learned," he recited. "You're right, thank you."
Minho sat back down beside where Chan lay and gingerly rubbed cream into his flaming backside. Their leader was marked from mid-butt to the tops of his thighs and Minho did his best to coat all the inflammation.
Chan relaxed after initially tensing up at the pressure on his wounds. He appreciated Minho's delicate touch, formed over nearly a decade of soothing their dongsaeng's punished bottoms.
Minho worked quickly, and then carefully pulled the other boy's pants up to his waist. He rubbed soft circles on Chan's back to help him relax further. Humming softly to the song he had been working on choreography for earlier.
"How was your time with DanceRacha at the studi-"
"Channie-hyung, just rest," Minho soothed. "We can talk about all that later. For now, just enjoy the quiet before-"
A commotion at the door cut of his statement. Chan laughed and nodded his approval when Minho looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
Minho took quick strides over and yanked the door open, allowing a bickering Hyunjin and Jisung to stumble into the doorway.
"What are you two doing?" Minho glowered at the younger members.
"Well, we uh...we just wanted...sorry hyung," Hyunjin fumbled his words under the cold stare.
Jisung, however, dismissed the glare as he usually did.
"Come on hyung! We just wanna see Channie-hyung and take care of him too," Jisung whined as he stomped his foot.
Minho once again looked to Chan for confirmation, and then stepped back to let the others into the room. Both Hyunjin and Jisung stepped up to the bed and began cooing at and rubbing Chan.
"Hey fellas," Chan smiled back at them over his shoulder. "I'm all good, alright? No need to fret like this. It's not my first spanking and it, unfortunately, probably won't be my last."
"Ohhhh Channie-hyung!" Jisung wailed as he wiped a tear off his face. "I don't like seeing you hurting like this!"
"I know Sungie. This is why I'm always on you about behaving," Chan admonished lightly. "I don't like seeing you or the other members like this either."
Jisung looked completely shocked at the realization.
"Oh...I've never thought about it like that before," his lip quivered as he spoke.
"Hey, stop that," Hyunjin swiped a hand down Jisung's face as he pulled him sideways into a hug. "You're not the one who got punished, we came in here to make Channie-hyung feel better." He looked to Chan, "What can we do for you hyung?"
Chan smiled fondly at the two sets of puppy-dog eyes looking at him expectantly.
"You being here is enough, but I could use some cuddles as well!"
Both Hyunjin and Jisung moved to lay on either side of their leader, where he wrapped an arm around each of them and pulled them in close.
Minho rolled his eyes at the trio now snuggled tightly in a pile.
"I suppose that means I should go tell everyone else it's ok to come in?"
"Yes, please, Minho," Chan sighed contentedly as he snuggled further into Jisung.
The second in command came back moments later with the rest of the members. Seungmin and Jeongin squeezed through the doorway shoulder-to-shoulder in their haste to get in. Changbin and Felixed walked in one behind the other right after them.
Soon the whole group was gathered as close around the bed as they could get. Chan rolled himself onto his side so he could see everyone better. He laid his head on Hyujin's chest to help hold his weight off his punished skin. He looked around at the expectant faces of his little brothers and chuffed a laugh.
"Alright, let's have it. Ask your questions."
All at once they were all speaking over each other and clambering to get as much information from their leader as possible. In the end, the consensus was that they most wanted to know how badly Chan had been punished.
"That hardly seems appropriate to ask your hyung about his personal affairs and afflictions," Minho reprimanded sternly.
"It's ok, Minho," Chan shrugged. "I knew this conversation was coming from the moment I got the call to come in." He rolled his eyes, hooked a thumb into his waistband and pulled down one side far enough to reveal a singular scarlet butt cheek. "I got a severe tongue lashing and 12 with the paddle. But, we're otherwise cleared to continue on as normal, no further repercussions."
The group had varying faces of devastation and awe. None of them wanted the others hurt, but there was a certain out-of-body quality to this scenario. As their leader, Chan had spanked every backside in the room at one point or another. Most of them got it regularly. So to see their hyung on the receiving end was novel. No one quite knew how to proceed. Until Seungmin piped up with:
"So did he make you bend over the desk or his knee?"
He was immediately cuffed on the back of the neck by one of his hyungs and was assailed with pillows thrown by most of the others.
"What!? You all know you wanted to ask too, I just had the balls to do it!"
Again, all eyes swung to Chan. So he started at the beginning. He told them how he'd received a call this morning from the manager letting him know that they weren't happy with his acceptance speech and that he needed to come in for a reprimand. He told them how JYP had blathered on and on about respect and leadership values, and then how he'd been absolved of his crimes by being asked to bend over the desk and count out 12 strokes.
"You'll be happy to know I made it all the way to 11 before I cried like a baby," Chan joked to try to lighten the tension.
More than one sniffle could be heard in response.
"That doesn't make us happy, hyung," Felix replied wetly. Tear tracks streaking down both sides of his freckled face.
"Well, I know I'm hard on you guys to make sure we stay on top of our game, and you're no strangers to corporal punishment, so I figured you'd feel a little vindicated to know I got mine too." He leaned forward on his hip and pulled Felix's head close enough to kiss his hair.
"That's different hyung," Innie said quietly. "Our family has its own rules and punishments. We're use to that, but this wasn't fair and it wasn't family."
The rest of the group nodded their agreement and Chan felt his tears returning. These boys were his life. Simultaneously like his brothers and also his kids. He loved them fiercely and they obviously returned the sentiment.
"Thank you guys, truly. Being here with you makes it all worth it, and I'd endure it a hundred times over to make sure we're staying true to us."
With that the floodgates opened and his sobs were quickly covered in a giant hug pile of all the members.
After a few minutes of just letting out the hurt and discomfort, Chan was released from the pile and wiped the remaining tears from his face.
"Alright you lot, let's go get some food ordered and the living room ready for movie night, and let Chan have a minute to grab a shower and collect himself," Minho started detangling bodies from the bed.
The mood lifted and everyone was excited to treat Chan to a special evening of bonding time. As they spilled back out into the hallway, Chan started the process of getting off the bed without puting too much pressure on his ass. As he sat up with a groan, an open hand appeared in front of him. He looked up into Changbin's calm face.
His production partner gave him an easy smile, that felt like coming home after a long day. Chan grinned back and allowed the younger boy to do most of the work pulling him up to standing.
What he didn't expect was to be immediately pulled into a tight hug. Changbin had both arms wrapped as tightly around Chan as he could get them, like he was a lifeline.
It was rare to see this kind of emotional display from Changbin. He usually stayed fairly even-tempered, even when the rest of the group fell into dramatics. But Chan knew how deeply the younger boy valued his hyung. Changbin picked up more than a lot of other people, and he knew what Chan carried for them every day.
"Hey, Binnie, it's all good mate. We're all good, yeah?" Chan threw his arms around the other member and held his head gently to his shoulder. He slowly rocked them back and forth a few times before Changbin broke the embrace.
"Saranghae, hyung," Changbin said as he cleared his throat. "I'm sorry this happened to you, but thank you for all you do for us."
"Binne, saranghae," he pulled him in for another quick hug and a slap on the back. "Let's go get this movie night started! I'm starving!"
"Can I get you anything hyung?"
"No thanks, mate. I'll grab a shower and be right there."
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Chan felt much better after long, hot shower. The burn of the water on his angry skin had quickly ebbed the pain into a slight ache of his muscles.
He dressed quickly back into some comfy clothes and wandered out to find his brothers.
The group had dinner sat out on the low center table and everyone had stripped their beds of blankets and pillows to make a large nest in front of the television.
Chan smiled with both dimples as he stood in the doorway taking in the sight. His found family all together and ready for a night in.
"Over here hyung," Jisung called out from the center of the nest of blankets. "We put down extra cushions in this spot, just for you!"
The whole group let out a laugh at the jibe.
"Oh, ha ha, how very kind, you brat!" Chan wrapped the younger man in a headlock as he walked over and smacked him quickly on his hip for good measure. After Jisung yelped and finished rubbing the sting, Chan sat down gingerly and made himself comfortable. "Oh, actually that's really nice! Thanks boys."
The group laughed again and snuggled in for their movie and pampering their leader.