Fics like hyungie, please

What sounds like thousands of voices booms through the room. Hyung, hyungie, hyung-ah, any variation of hyung the guys can think of—Seungmin thinks he hears an oppa thrown in there by someone—is being said by every single one of them, except Seungmin. “If someone gets Hyunjin hyung off me, I’ll get some more drinks for us.” Jeongin breaks free from Hyunjin’s grasp and, surprisingly, goes to the kitchen to get everyone a drink. But he comes back with seven drinks—how Yang Jeongin is managing not to spill the drinks is beyond Seungmin—but he hands them out to everyone without a spill. As Jeongin sits down, Seungmin realizes he didn’t get a drink. Sure, Seungmin was the only one not to ask for another drink, but he still wanted one. “Hyungie,” Seungmin borderline whines, catching himself off guard, and Jeongin—his head whips around to Seungmin, the same blush from before spreads across his face—maybe slightly darker now. “You forgot my drink.” OR: Five times Seungmin calls Jeongin hyung, plus the one time Jeongin does something about it.

Fics like hyungie, please

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