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“You’re a bully,” says Yeonjun and there’s a pout that Soobin has grown to love hanging on his lips as he turns away from Soobin’s hold.
They don’t know how long it’s been since they left the movie playing by itself. Not an ounce of attention being spared because they’ve been busy playing a bedroom version of tug-of-war with each other. Winter began to accompany them two weeks ago and the heater placed in their bedroom isn't enough to fight the cold. Hence, enters the role of the fluffy black velvet blanket that provides comfortable warmth that neither of the couple wants to give up.
“And you’re violent,” retorts Soobin. Then as if on cue, Yeonjun is back on facing his boyfriend, pillow on hand with a glint of mischief shining through his eyes as he uses said pillow to whack Soobin’s shoulder (as well as his face) without mercy and takes the opportunity of Soobin being distracted by the sudden action to pull the blanket all over himself. Yeonjun then proceeds to shimmy his way inside the comfortable warm sanctuary and tucks the edges underneath his body to ensure absolute ownership.
Soobin stares down at his smugly satisfied boyfriend, clearly unimpressed.
“You just proved my point…”
“I know and I take pride on it.” Yeonjun replies with only the parts above the bridge of his nose peeking out of the blanket. Soobin mentally notes that he resembles a poorly rolled kimbap before dramatically lying down beside Yeonjun who moves away because he knows it’s a part of Soobin’s plan to steal the blanket from him again.
He did the same trick earlier when Yeonjun was still engrossed with the movie. One moment, he had something keeping him warm. The next, he was freezing beside a very comfortable Soobin who did not even look a slightest bit guilty.
So no, Yeonjun’s not falling for it again.
A few seconds after the dramatic fall, Yeonjun feels the bed dip a bit when Soobin shifts around and then suddenly, there’s an arm thrown over the blanket right where his waist is covered under. Yeonjun lets Soobin embrace him but stays alert just in case it’s another tactic to steal the blanket away.
He could sense Soobin moving closer, his chin being slightly above his hair and Yeonjun wonders if Soobin can smell the peach from the shampoo he used since Soobin did mention he likes it. Yeonjun hopes he does.
“Who’s gonna hold you like this if you break my arms?” Soobin softly mumbles and his breath tickles the tip of Yeonjun’s ear but he does not break free from the embrace. Instead, he rolls over so he could face Soobin with a sly look. Both his hands still gripping the blanket securely under his nose.
“It was a pillow. It can hardly hurt you.” Yeonjun pulls the blanket down a bit and there shows his subconscious pout. “Plus, I have a bunch of people lining up for me that would gladly take the job.”
Soobin raises a brow at that remark, hinting that it isn't the answer he’s looking forward to but he still decides to humor his playful boyfriend and pulls Yeonjun closer to himself and Yeonjun finds it amusing how Soobin could get riled up by a simple statement.
In Soobin’s defense, there actually are a lot of people lining up for Yeonjun and it triggers his possessiveness sometimes when these people get a little too comfortably close to Yeonjun but at the same time, he feels proud and boastful that he gets to have Yeonjun all too himself and other people can just envy from afar.
Where they belong. Because Yeonjun is his and he doesn’t want to share.
“Are you saying you’d replace me?”
“That depends,” Yeonjun breathes out, eyes instinctively closing by themselves when Soobin starts to press light kisses on his forehead down to his cheeks. It’s distracting and soft and Yeonjun feels indulged because he loves it when Soobin litters his face with gentle pecks. Especially when it’s just the two of them inside the confines of their room, after a long tiring day but they're just not tired enough to fall asleep right away. It’s intimate and it’s sweet and it’s something that never fails to make Yeonjun’s heart swell with adoration.
“Depends on what?” asks Soobin in between pecks, slowly making his way closer to Yeonjun’s slightly chapped lips that still looks inviting to Soobin, nonetheless.
“If you would stop attacking me with your cold feet.” Yeonjun wittily replies and then whines when Soobin manages to slip his foot inside the blanket and presses it against the exposed skin of Yeonjun’s leg because his pajama pants keep on hitching up.
The coldness makes Yeonjun recoil and he struggles around to push Soobin’s stubborn foot out of the blanket. Yet, it seems that his boyfriend is enjoying his vain attempts to break free so much that Soobin just tugs him towards himself to further intrude his larger body inside the warm cushions.
It doesn’t take that long before both Soobin’s feet are pressing on Yeonjun who’s shrieking and writhing like a worm, “Stop! Choi Soobin, stop it right now!”
However, Yeonjun’s scolding meets deaf ears and they only serve to fuel Soobin’s playfulness that he eventually throws himself over Yeonjun’s struggling body and begins to tickle his sides. Soobin does this with a naughty grin, eyes mocking as he lowers his head down to tease Yeonjun.
“What’s that again? Go on, you say?”
Yeonjun, who has no idea whether to laugh or cry from the ministration, is too busy trying to break free that he fails to respond and it’s adorable how being wrapped in a fluffy blanket makes him appear too much of a round baby that it just urges Soobin to want to mess with him more.
Yeonjun’s so cute, Soobin just wants to swallow him whole. And he’s so pretty when he laughs, probably Soobin’s favourite side of him; the happy one.
If he can just do something to make sure Yeonjun will always remain happy, he would. Soobin would do anything.
“No– S-Soobin, stop! I swear, I—”
“What are you gonna do, huh?”
“Bin, I’m serious. Stop i—” Yeonjun gets interrupted by a giggle of his own and he seriously doesn’t know if he can handle more of Soobin’s intrusion because it’s tiring having to trash around seeking for freedom away from Soobin’s tickles. Honesty, he thinks he’s starting to tear up.
Yeonjun’s pleas might have reached the heaven’s gates though, because the funny sensation on his sides fades slowly and is replaced by a secure grip and a heavy but welcomed weight on top of his still blanket covered body. And when Yeonjun stills to look at what’s happening, he’s greeted with Soobin’s head lying on his chest and the sight paints a fond smile on his lips.
Then, before he could even realize it, Yeonjun already has his fingers running through Soobin’s slightly tangled hair. Like an instinct. It’s so natural how his body reacts before his brain could even send a signal to, and something about it pulls Yeonjun’s heart into a twisted mess. He assumes Soobin can hear the melody his heart plays for him. Just for him.
They said all is fair in love and war; and maybe, that’s why Yeonjun surrenders.
He always will when it comes to Soobin.