Ahh yes~! the infamous two minute pudding live, you're absolutely right, cutie. I think he'd definitely go live for little bursts all the time, like you said, and the pudding live is a great show of our bundle's brave adventures. In regards to the pudding live, post-concert min is obviously tired, but still has enough running adrenaline to get excited for his favorite treat, and since all the other members are still showering/preoccupied, he naturally gets a little mischievous; curiosity and the cat, you know? Slipping isn't hard for min, especially when he wants to, and the little 'go live' button on his insta is just so inviting, he's sure stay would love to see him, right? He doesn't talk when he's little, anyway! It's a win-win situation, no danger, no risk—he'll just eat his pudding like a good boy and by the time he's done one of the hyungs will be come get him ready for bed—he hopes they'll be proud of him for using a big spoon so well, and for not letting any pudding go to waste ! (Little min is not a picky eater per se, but he does eat like a bird throughout the day, so if he finishes something in one sitting, it's a praise worthy moment.) So, he plops into the squeaky leather of the hotel chair and hits 'live', letting the last of his big brain slip under, as the connection to the live queues up. He's watched the hyungs do this tons of times, and he's a big boy—he'll show all the little stays in his phone just that! And to any average viewer this is just minho being minho; quirky, big eyed, and endearingly menacing as he houses a pudding in less than two minutes, and perhaps that contributes to why minho feels so safe with slipping on camera, in general—he's always been the silly weird boy, and in the case of him being little, it's the perfect perception to hide behind. He can wave at the camera, wiggle and worm around, and show them his progress as he cleans out the cup, without so much as a soul thinking it's out of character. Chan, because he's insane and has notifications on for all of the boys if they go live, catches the last thirty seconds of Minho as he exits the shower and nearly trips and dies five times trying to get dressed while keeping his eyes glued to the screen (he forgoes his skincare, which is actually wild, but he can always do it in Min's room once he's down and sleeping), a mixture of utter terror and heart melting fondness clutching his insides with every passing second. But Minho is perfectly fine, when isn't he, really? Minho shimmies his shoulders and presents the empty pudding to the screen, wordless and glassy in the eyes, before abruptly (thankfully) ending the live. The screen goes dark and Chan is already at Minho's hotel door, keying in (he has minho's second keycard for this exact scenario) and Minho is still in the chair; only now he's got his fingers in the pudding cup to scrape out the bits he didn't get with the spoon, and more of it is on his face and hand than in his mouth, (leave it to the little to manage going from perfectly clean to disastrously soiled in seconds) but the mess doesn't matter when he lights up at the sight of Chan, a welcome surprise, and he drops the pudding cup without second thought (it joins the spoon on the floor) and waddles over to jump Chan with the last of his energy, sticky fingers combing up into Chan's still-damp hair. Chan catches him under the thighs and commits to what will become his second shower of the night as Minho smothers a sweet, sugar-slick slew of kisses onto his chin, cheeks, and dimples. 'Hi my little pudding prince, daddy saw you ate everything up, hm? Even showed all the stays how well you behave, big spoon and all.' Chan keeps talking, to distract Minho from the fact that they're heading straight for the suite bathroom. His own skin hasn't even come down from it's redness from his first shower, and here he is reaching in to turn the water on while Minho is hooked on his hip, rubbing into the crook of his neck to hide a very fresh blush that can't hide, because the tips of his ears are hot against Chan's neck. 'My baby boy is 𝘴𝘰 big, not sure if he even needs daddy's help anymore.' Chan makes sure Minho can tell he's just teasing him, even if the smile on his face is evident in his voice, and he gives the little a small tickle at the underside of his thigh before sitting him on the sink counter. As expected, Minho perks right up, shaking his head and giggling as he signs in playful protest, ‘𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺, 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳' — the final word being a 'y' formed with his thumb at his forehead, pushing outwards and he smushes the pad of it into Chan's nose for emphasis. Chan's face is so goddamn sticky but nothing is more stuck than his eyes are on his little kitten; he shimmies him out of his shirt and kisses a trail from his sloppy little cheek mound (he bites it, he has to, and Minho paws at his chest, tugging the hem of Chan's shirt until he strips himself of it and busies right back on Minho's collarbone), down his neck, down down until he's practically squatting, mouthing little raspberries onto a tummy so full, that ate so well for everyone. He's so proud he's sick about it, really. Minho surprises him every day. Minho twists his tacky fingers in Chan's hair and doubles over with that contagious, light as sugarfloss laughter, sensitive and stuffed and buzzing at the attention--and once Chan comes to terms with the fact that he can't actually eat Minho off the countertop like his mind wants him to, he hoists the little over his shoulder and turns towards the steam filled shower, licking the taste of pudding from his lips. 'Forever, baby. Forever.'

Another day another 'kitty cannot just provide simple answers' ahahaha. Thank you for being so patient, sweetheart. Kitty loves these scenarios, and loves that you thought of our little bundle !