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Jeongguk bobs his head up and down along with the rhythm of the song playing in the background, applying shaving cream to face, making funny faces.
‘Enjoying your treat yourself time, baby?’ – says Hoseok, hugging him from behind, ending the gap between their bodies.
A hum and more head bobbing is the response Hoseok gets, he chuckles.
‘Why do you even need to?’ – his nose traces Jeongguks neck – ‘Shaving, I mean. You don’t even have facial hair, you’re a baby.’
The way Jeongguks face drop is comical, he feels Hoseoks muffled laugh on his neck.
‘You’re just jealous of my super ripped masculine body, Hobi’ – he flexes and pouts, a bit of shaving cream falls off his chin and into his hand – ‘See? I’m so strong that the cream can’t even handle it.’
Hoseok smiles – ‘Whatever you say, big guy.’ – swipes the shaving cream off of Jeongguks hand and puts it on his nose, looking proud of his little antic.
A light bulb turns on inside Jeongguks head, he smirks, wiping the cream off his face with a wet towel – ‘Well, then why don’t you shave with me? I’m sure I need the help of an oh so masculine man like you, Hoseok.’ – he says throwing himself dramatically onto his boyfriend, the back of his hand pressed to his forehead, reaching for the bottle of shaving cream on the counter with another hand.
Hoseok frowns – ‘But baby I shaved this morning, you’ll have to wait a -’ – he wasn’t able to finish due to Jeongguks hand, filled with shaving cream, covering his face.
He barely has time to process what happened, and when he does, Jeongguk is running from the bathroom trying to muffle his laugh. Hoseok wasn’t going to let his boyfriend run off like that, not after what he did, he wanted revenge .
After cleaning the shaving cream off – there was even some inside his nostrils, ew – he goes to the living room, looking for his boyfriend. He looks under the coffee table, under the couch cushions, he looks behind the curtains, but nothing, he feels like a fool.
‘Gukkie, baby, just tell me where you are.’ – he says loudly, hearing his voice echoing – ‘I swear I won’t do anything to get back at you for shoving shaving cream on my face, seriously, not even tickling.’ – he’s lying, he would ticke Jeongguk until the younger was left with a big smile on his face, asking him to stop, even though he loved the attention Hoseok gave him, both knew that very well.
He goes back into their bedroom after looking through the entire house, now he felt like a fool, Jeongguk couldn’t disappear like that, closing his eyes, he sighs and throws himself onto the bed, hearing the springs grunt under him, and something else.
Hoseoks eyes snap open, an amused look takes over his face – ‘Oh, no! What will I do now, that my amazing, incredible boyfriend just went missing! Inside our own home!’ – he gasps, imitating the dramatic scene Jeongguk did earlier in the bathroom.
Then he hears a little giggle.
His smirk grows wider, he jumps off the bed and walks around their room, pretending to analyse possible hiding spots – ‘Behind the curtains? Nope. In the walk-in closet? Nuh-uh.’ – he goes on for a little more time, then stops besides the bed – ‘I wonder, would he be so childish to hide under the bed , like a little kid?’
Another giggle.
Hoseok kneels and looks under the bed, there he is.
Jeongguk is pressed against the floor, his hands covering his mouth, but when he sees Hoseok, he lowers them, smiling – ‘Hi’.
‘Really? Under the bed?’ – Hoseok says while the younger crawls out of his spot – ‘Be more creative next time.’
‘You were the one that couldn’t find me, first of all, so-’ – Hoseok kept his promise, as soon as Jeongguk was fully out of there, shuffling the specks of dust off of his hair, he picks the younger up, throws him on the bed – ‘Hobi listen-’ – and starts tickling him.
Hoseok was right, Jeongguk was laughing freely, trying to cover his mouth with his hands, but his boyfriend didn’t let him, always pulling his hands back down and tickling him more until both were out of breath.
Jeongguk looks over at him, lying still on the bed, chest going up and down – ‘That was torture, Hobi’ – he says, pouting.
The other just smiles and kisses the pout off his face.