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The first thing Anton hears when he enters the room is a small cry of pain.
He quickly finds the source: Sohee is sitting on his bed, knees pulled to his chest, and picking at the scab on his knees. "Ow," Sohee says again, when his nails graze at the skin a little too harshly.
"I told you not to touch it," Anton says, quickly scrambling to seize the other's hands from inflicting any more damage. "I was gone for like, what? Two minutes?"
"It's not that bad," Sohee argues, but still, he allows himself to be dragged forward. Once his legs are dangling over the edge of the bed, Anton gets to work.
He's gotten into his fair share of mishaps as an athlete, so he knows how to handles the cleanup like a professional. Not like either of the cuts are big but, hey, if there's an excuse to touch his boyfriend… he's only human, after all.
Finished with cleaning, he pulls out the pack of bandages from his bag. Upon first sight of the box, Sohee huffs. "You have to be kidding."
"What?" Anton snickers, fully aware of how silly it looks. "I think they're cute."
The product is mostly a novelty, coming in an assortment of garish neon colors. He had initially bought them as a joke but he's happy to put them on his boyfriend for his amusement.
He fishes one out of the packaging and immediately applies it on one of the cuts before the other can protest. Sohee's mouth opens for a brief moment, then closes just as fast, accepting defeat. The other bandaid is applied without much fuss.
An idea suddenly comes to him then, and a playful smirk creeps up on his face. Not every day his boyfriend lets him do what he wants.
"For good measure," he says, then leans forward, giving each knee a swift peck.
When he looks back up, he finds Sohee staring at him quietly, mouth hanging open in complete shock. Anton tries to cover up his snicker as he gets up from the floor.
"Oh, I almost forgot."
He grabs Sohee by the shoulders and inches closer, planting a quick kiss on the other's forehead. "There we go," he says, pulling back. "All better."
So caught up in successfully executing his silly little plan, he doesn't notice Sohee reaching for one of the pillows. That is, until he feels a sudden force hit him on his side. Like a truck. Not exactly strong, but certainly swift, it's enough to have him lose his footing.
"What was that?" Sohee yells, making sure to get a few more smacks in. Anton can't help but smile. "Lee Chanyoung, explain yourself."
His smile soon turns into giggles then into boisterous laughter as he shields himself from the other's attack. He tries to retreat, taking careful steps backward, but he knows (maybe even hopes, but he won't say that) that he won't be able to get away so easily. Eventually, the back of his knees catch on the edge of the other bed and he loses balance, tumbling backwards, but not before he grabs Sohee's hand to pull him along for the fall.
He lands on the bed with a thud, and a split second later, there's a weight on his chest that knocks the air out of his lungs. When he looks up, he finds Sohee glaring at him, brows crossed.
"Oh, I almost forgot~," his boyfriend repeats in a mocking tone, rolling his eyes. "You're ridiculous."
"Mom always did that for me," he says, laughter once again bubbling up from his chest. "She said it was a magic spell."
"Well, magic man," the other says, sarcasm dripping from every word, "you missed one."
And just in case the hint wasn't obvious, Sohee doubles down by jutting out his pretty little lips.
Anton doesn't need to be told twice.