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“I’ve got the TV set up!” Hansol calls out, and Seungkwan bounds into the living room, arms precariously full of snacks and drinks, shit eating grin on his face when he dumps it onto the coffee table.
“I’ve got the snacks prepared, and enough drinks to keep us hydrated for the next six hours,” Seungkwan rubs his hands in glee, curling up next to Hansol, who moves away instinctively.
“No cuddles? Fine,” Seungkwan huffs, pouting at the screen as they wait for the game to load. Hansol laughs, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to Seungkwan’s bare cheek.
“You flail when you game, kwannie,” he coos, and Seungkwan mutters under his breath, cheeks heating up in embarrassment.
“How about a warm up first?” Hansol suggests, thumb hovering over the controls. “It’s been ages since we’ve had this much free time to shoot zombies. Let’s see who can score higher,” Hansol sends Seungkwan a wicked smile as the game starts up, revealing the dusty streets of Hong Kong.
“I’m going to fucking destroy you,” Seungkwan growls, gaze turning to focus on the approaching zombies.
Jeonghan nearly drops his phone when he hears Seungkwan shriek in anger, and wonders mildly if he should check on the two of them, wincing when he hears Hansol swear loudly in English.
“Who the fuck taught them to swear like that,” he grumbles, yelping when Jisoo throws a pillow in his face.
“You,” Jisoo deadpans, turning back to his laptop to finish re-watching Yuri on Ice. Jeonghan pouts, throwing the pillow back at his boyfriend.
“We’re stuck in the house because of the stupid lockdown, pay attention to meeeee,” Jeonghan pouts, and Jisoo shifts wordlessly, patting the now-empty space next to him, eyes never leaving his screen.
Jeonghan debates ignoring Jisoo, but he’s bored out of his mind, so he figures that a little anime couldn’t hurt.
“Hey that looks like you and I,” Jeonghan comments lightly, and Jisoo stares at him, blinking in confusion.
“Yeah, I had my hair silver at one point, remember? Before I cut it,” he grins wickedly, and Jisoo’s eyes narrow. “And of course, I can actually skate aroun- oOF!”
The loud thud in the bedroom makes Seungkwan and Hansol stop their petty character fight, both of them making a face at the thought of their members messing around while everyone was home.
“Gross… you’d think Shua hyung would have some control,” Seungkwan mutters, and Hansol snorts.
“They’re making up for lost time or something. But forget about them, focus! What about Jake and Sherry? Obviously I’m Jake.”
“Excuse you Chwe Hansol, I’m playing Jake!”
Hansol snorts, and they play rock paper scissors to determine the outcome, but Seungkwan still refuses to accept defeat.
“Fine! Fine! Let’s play that one, both characters are boys!” Seungkwan announces triumphantly, and Hansol agrees easily enough, and Seungkwan huffs, declaring that he’ll be Piers, because the cute, nice, ones, are always better.
It takes all of five minutes before someone’s dead, and surprisingly, it’s not Seungkwan. Hansol grumbles incessantly about the stupid zombies and their ridiculous weapons, but complains even more whe Seungkwan doesn’t make it to him a second time.
“We’re supposed to be partners!” Hansol protests, groaning when they have to start all over again, and Seungkwan just throws a chip at the rapper.
“You’re the one who tried to go all hero and died the second we got into the room,” Seungkwan snarks, expertly shooting a zombie in the head while Hansol struggles to get up, popping a pill near Seungkwan so they both regain health.
“I’m rusty,” Hansol whines, focusing his stare onto the screen. “Just you wait.”
Three hours, four chapters, three bags of chips, and six cans of soft drinks later, the tables have turned indeed. Hansol seems to know where to go, the weak spots of every zombie, and where those elusive emblems are, while Seungkwan barely manages to stay alive, consistently lagging behind Hansol and getting attacked. Hansol’s death count is at a whopping two, while Seungkwan’s died twice in the last ten minutes.
“It’s so not fair okay! They’re all targeting me! This game is rigged,” Seungkwan complains, throwing down his remote down in frustration when he dies yet again.
“Seriously, kwannie, just run. Don’t try and shoot, just run,” Hansol yells, cursing loudly when Seungkwan nearly gets crushed (again), and they finally, finally, make it to the underwater tunnels.
Hansol sighs as Seungkwan flails uselessly, plunging to his fiery death another sixteen times before the finally make it out, and he sets his controller down to watch the disaster that is chapter five of Chris and Piers’ story unfold.
Hansol sneaks a glance at Seungkwan, who stares at the screen in horror as Piers’ tragic fate is revealed before his eyes. He frantically presses buttons to learn about his new… skill, yelling at the TV incoherently as he attacks the boss with his newly acquired skill set.
The final credits roll, and Suengkwan is ugly crying, wailing about the unfairness of it all. Hansol’s… not as affected, and he just wraps an arm around his boyfriend, patting his head comfortingly.
“Why aren’t you crying about it?” he wails. “It’s- it’s tragic!” he sobs into Hansol’s shoulder, and Hansol wills himself not to laugh at Seungkwan’s reaction to the ending.
“I’ve played this before. Knew it was going to happen, just wanted to see your reaction,” Hansol shrugs offhandedly, almost falling off the sofa when Seungkwan shoves him hard. He really shouldn’t laugh, but Seungkwan’s attempt at being angry, with his red rimmed eyes and tear stained cheeks, is just too adorable to fear.
“You’re a dick,” Seungkwan huffs, getting up to put some cold packs so his eyes don’t swell, while Hansol lounges on the sofa, starting another round of quickfire zombie killing. “And you owe me cuddles later!” he yells.
Hansol just hums his agreement, eyes trained on killing all the zombies on screen while Seungkwan works through his grief.
Half an hour later, and Hansol’s mostly kept his word. They’ve been shooed off to bed by Seungcheol, who claims that anyone in maknae line isn’t allowed to watch the movie they’re about to play.
“Just you wait, Choi Seungcheol,” Seungkwan grumbles, face nestled comfortably on Hansol’s chest as SEVENTEEN crack videos play in the background. “One day they’ll catch us, then they won’t shoo us away like little kids anymore.”
Hansol shakes his head, kissing the side of his boyfriend’s head gently. “S’not like we don’t know what they’re watching,” he answers nonchalantly. “Besides,” he smirks, tossing his phone aside and turning to Seungkwan, eyeing the vocalist wickedly. “The real thing is so much more fun.”