Straya 801- Planet of Total Madness II Changlix & Minsung

CHRISTMAS SPECIAL

'You say that as if we've never celebrated Christmas.' he commented, referring to the many times Chan brought him to the scientific base where they celebrated Christmas every year.

'We do but never at home.' Chan pointed out and sat back comfortably in the bed, looking outside in contemplation. The Glow had barely risen and the ground and bark of the trees were covered in their usual translucent frost, the sky its usual gray and purple tint at this period of the year – it was so different from Earth, with Straya 801 having no snow, only this weird frost that resembled melted sugar according to Jisung. But Chan loved it. He was broken of his contemplation by a blue Young Wing flying in the sky and with that, he turned back to his lover. 'And I thought we could use a breakfast in bed. You're not opposing to that, I assume?' he asked, teasing the slightly older boy with a smirk as he bit into his pancake.

Woojin bumped into his shoulder before he leaned over and stole a bite of his pancake. The action left Chan bewildered and Woojin almost laughed at his face. 'I don't see any reason to, especially when you're the one cooking.'

Chan rolled his eyes at his comment and drank a sip of his orange juice. Woojin shook his head at him and kissed the man's bare shoulder in apology. 'Are we going to the base this year?' he muttered against his skin, right arm wrapping over his chest. Chan absentmindedly carded a hand through his hair, and Woojin shivered at the touch, curling closer to the man.

'Only if you want to.'

Woojin looked up at that and grinned. 'You already know my answer.' then he cheekily commented, 'And even if I didn't want to, you'd still be forced to go.' he pointed out, chuckling at Chan's frown.

'I'm a grown man, I can make my own decisions and nothing ties me to this obligation.' he informed, crossing his arms when Woojin moved away.

Said man chuckled at his words and left the bed to reach the other side of their shared bedroom. They had long left the common house tree he used to share with Jeongin, Minho and Felix. They had chosen this beautiful house, perched in a tree that was not too far from they usual date spot (the Floating Sea). The area was mostly calm, sometimes the shrieks of Young Wings flying nearby disturbing their peace, but apart from that the only real sounds were those of their neighbors – they were actually not far from Hyunjin and Seungmin's place – the animals and the waves. Chan and Woojin loved it because it was a great change from their everyday life which consists in leading science researches in the jungle or working in the labs for Chan, and being a doctor for Woojin either in his own shack or at the hospital the humans helped built in Minho's territory – it had been very helpful for their clan these past years, the new techniques humans brought in and their own Straynian ones balancing each others really well, and his coworkers both humans and Strays getting along well. He chuckled at the thought and grabbed Chan's working jacket – a black jacket with the science enterprise insignia on the breast pocket, a platinum polished one instead of the former golden one. 'That was until you became one of JYP's chief science officer.' he noted, showing the insignia that replaced the old colonel one to his husband. He dropped on a crouch next to him and caressed his cheek. 'You're no longer a colonel Chan, or a mere scientist, you're one of the company's figure. You need to be there, even if one day I decide not to come along. Not that I would want to miss your coworkers telling me all the great things there's to know about you at work.'

Chan groaned in defeat and dropped back in bed, hands covering his face. 'On a second thought, you're sure you wanna go?' he whined, peeking at the Stray though his fingers.

'Yes. C'mon, the party will start in a few hours and you need to shave.' he laughed with a smirk. Chan chuckled at that and, before Woojin could grab the tray of food, grabbed his waist to pull him back in bed. 'Chan!' he yelped, clutching the human's shoulders. 'What are you-'