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The kitchen was oddly loud for the time of night, a spoon softly hitting the sides of the pot as the contents were being stirred. It was Jeonghan, standing over the stove in soft fleece pyjamas. There was a baby bottle next to him, which means the pot likely contains milk, being warmed for Chan.
Chan must not have been put under hypnosis yet, when he’s under he wouldn’t leave Jeonghan alone like this; always wanting to be by the older man’s side.
Jeonghan is likely preparing it for him when he inevitably gets fussy for his milk later.
Chan always seemed to take his hypno state in stride, being small and submissive for his Hanni-hyung. When he was under around the other guys, they always coddled him, holding him, rocking him, and playing with him with his rattles and toy piano.
Seungcheol was always curious about it, but never let himself indulge in the maknae's state.
“Hi, Cheollie,” Jeonghan greeted, still gently stirring the pot.
“Jeonghan, about Chan…Does he actually Like being hypnotized?” Seungcheol asked with trepidation.
Jeonghan's eyebrows tilted questioningly. “Of course he does, why are you asking?”
“Just…curious,” his tone indicated something more than just plain curiosity; there was interest in his eyes. Jeonghan picks up on this and asks, “About what part?”
Seungcheol makes a startled sound from across the kitchen. In response, Jeonghan clarified, “Do you want to be the hypnotist or the hypnotee?”
The other man took a moment to think before answering, “I’m not sure.” He did think that was a choice. Really, he just wanted to understand why the two of them liked it so much.
Jeonghan smirked with mischief on his lips, “Would you like to watch then?”
Seungcheol decided that he would like to watch, now —more than ever— curious about hypnotics and the way that Jeonghan and Chan go about the ordeal
Entering Jeonghan's room, he spots the younger man sprawled out on the haphazardly made bed, typing something on his phone; he looks to be texting someone.
“Dino-ah,” Jeonghan called with a sweet smile. He plucked Chan’s phone right out of his hands. “You won’t be needing that right now,” he said, putting the phone face down on the side table. Chan grumbled slightly, but stopped when the older man shot him a warning look. He accepted his fate, flopping back down on the bed, then made eye contact with Seungcheol; raising a confused brow.
Jeonghan sat down next to the man on the bed, rubbing a hand over his bicep.
He looked up to Seungcheol and spoke, “Coups-hyung wants to see how hypnotism works. Is it ok if he watches?”
Chan seemed to think for a second, looking between his two hyungs, trying to gauge whether they were serious or not. “Sure,” he said quietly, a bit embarrassed about going under around someone other than Jeonghan. especially when he’s not in a playful mood like the other guys enjoy. Today, he’s going under so he can sleep soundly.
Seungcheol steps into the room, standing in front of the other men, and asks, “So how do you get into that state?”
A smirk flashes across Jeonghan's face as he speaks, “Channie, whose baby are you?” Chan smiled in return; big and wide, the excitement of falling under having a hold on him as he squirmed to respond, “I’m your baby, hyung.”
Jeonghan chuckled at his reaction, “That's right, you're My Baby.”
Chan almost instantly drops –that phrase seemed to be his kill switch, turning his brain from normal 26-year-old fully functioning Chan to small, stupid baby Chan. His body relaxed into the bed, melting like butter in a hot pan.
“That's a good boy,” Jeonghan coos, kissing Chan on the head and wrapping his arms around his waist, pulling him close. Chan was curled into his hyung's lap, now snaking his own arms around the man’s neck. Jeonghan kissed him more, planting little pecks on his cheek, jaw, and neck, till the maknae's face looked like a tomato.
Jeonghan let go for just a second, reaching over to the side table drawer for a green pacifier. Chan perked up at the movement, opening his mouth to happily take the silicone nipple between his lips. Jeonghan smiled fondly at his eagerness, watching him suck on it with a pleasant hum. “Baby, my baby,” he hushes, as he rocks Chan in his arms.
“Is it really that easy?” Cheol asked quietly.
“Usually, sometimes he can be a bit difficult to get under,” Jeonghan admits. He didn’t stop rocking the boy.
“He looks cute like this,” Seungcheol says before thinking, making Jeonghan chuckle.
“If you wanna talk with him, you just gotta call him baby.” Chan's head perks up again at the word baby —clearly that was his trigger word.
Seungcheol took a deep breath of anxiety, not wanting to mess it up he pitched his voice slightly, then started to talk to Chan, “Baby? You look so adorable right now." Chan hummed happily in response, having some kind of understanding of the praise.
Jeonghan also talks with Chan again, “How about you let Cheolli hold and feed you?”
Chan is lifted into the taller man’s arms (He’s heavier than he looks). Seungcheol holds him gently with some hesitation, trying his best to hold still and not jostle him too much. He looked so fragile like this, with his arms wrapped around Cheol like a koala. His eyes were closed, and he looked like he could fall asleep right in his arms. Seungcheol gently took the pacifier from his mouth, and he whined at the loss of the soother, pulling at Seungcheol's arm to get it back. Jeonghan quickly hands him the bottle of warm milk. He looks desperately at the long-haired man, asking wordlessly for help on how to feed the boy.
“Feed him just like you would a baby, cus he is,” he coddles the boy, pinching his cheek, causing Chan to squirm in the man’s arms.
Cheol holds the bottle nib up to Chan's mouth as instructed. Chan quickly takes it, suckling on it, drinking it down; he must have been hungry. “Our baby was so hungry,” Jeonghan cooed again, smiling at the man in Seungcheol's arms. He likes the idea of Chan being their baby. He decides to join in on the coddling, “That’s right, Dino, are you our baby?” Chan hums around the nib, looking pleased from both the praise and milk.
Once he’s finished, he stays in Seungcheol's strong arms, looking even more sleepy as Jeonghan pats his back, almost like he was burping him.
He then turns his attention to Seungcheol and asks, “Do you have any other questions about it?”
Seungcheol thinks for a second, then asks, “Can he get out of the hypno state without you breaking it, like if something happened?”
“Yep, if something too abrupt happens or if I leave, he gets stressed, and then it breaks. But it’s not fun when it breaks like that; he usually ends up crying. It's better to let him out with a guide.”
“And the baby thing? Was that your doing?”
“Not really, I just wanted him to be a little more submissive and pliant, he liked how it made him feel small and stupid, and we ended up going all in on that, we both like it though, very much.”
“I think that’s all the questions I have.”
“Ok,” Jeonghan said contentedly, glad he was able to answer the older man’s questions, or maybe he was just happy he got to talk about his passion for hypnotics.
“You can put Channie down now,” he gestured to the bed. Seungcheol followed, placing the boy down on the fluffy comforter.
Jeonghan spoke to Chan again, “Do you wanna cuddle with us, baby? We’ll help you go to sleep.”
Which is how Cheol ended up in the bed with Jeonghan and Chan, the youngest man curled up between them, his arms wrapped around Jeonghan and his back pushed up to Cheol's chest. He was sleeping softly as Jeonghan hummed a lullaby to put Chan to sleep. He seemed to be asleep now. He guessed that when hypnotised like this, it made it easy for Chan to fall asleep, between the warm milk, the pacifier, and the cuddles; he must be so relaxed and tired.
Jeonghan then quietly asked, “So, what do you think?”
“I think I like it.”