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The video had started off fun.
All six boys sat scattered across the chairs in the studio, laughing over each other while Harry explained the challenge they were about to film.
The cameras were already rolling, catching every grin, every shove, every complaint thrown around the room.
“Today,” Harry announced dramatically, “we’re doing the Not My Hands Challenge.”
Immediately, the room erupted. Ethan groaned, Josh laughed, and Tobi was already shaking his head like he regretted showing up. Simon leaned back in his chair with an amused smile while Harry paired everyone together.
“Simon and Ethan.”
The two exchanged looks, already knowing it would end in disaster.
“Josh and Tobi.”
Josh cheered while Tobi muttered something under his breath that only made everyone laugh harder.
That left only two people.
JJ and Vik.
The second their names were said aloud, the entire room burst into noise. Harry was already grinning because he knew exactly what kind of chaos this would turn into. Everyone did.
JJ bullied Vik constantly—not in a serious way, but enough that every video they were in together became pure entertainment.
Vik looked both annoyed and exhausted already, while JJ sat there with the biggest grin imaginable, leaning back in his chair like he’d just won the lottery.
“Oh, this is gonna be fun,” Simon laughed from across the room.
“For you maybe,” Vik muttered, earning another loud laugh from everyone else.
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The video cut to a funny view, JJ shoved into an oversized hoodie, his arms tucked inside while the material stretched across his broad shoulders.
Right behind him stood Vik, practically pressed against his back inside the same hoodie, his own arms threaded through the sleeves so he could act as JJ’s hands.
The setup alone already had everyone laughing.
JJ looked far too comfortable with the arrangement, leaning back against Vik on purpose while Vik looked like he regretted agreeing to this challenge already.
Vik controlled the arms. JJ controlled everything else.
The movement, the walking, the balance—every tiny thing depended on JJ, which was exactly why he found the whole situation hilarious.
“Alright, let’s make a sandwich,” Harry announced grinning.
“Easy,” JJ said confidently, a grin already spreading across his face.
For Vik, it was anything but easy.
JJ immediately started making things difficult on purpose. Instead of standing still, he kept shifting around, causing Vik to stumble with every movement.
Every time Vik finally got his balance, JJ would lean suddenly to one side just to hear him complain.
“Can you stand normally?” Vik groaned.
“No,” JJ answered instantly, laughing while the others lost it behind the cameras.
They started with the bread.
“I’ll grab it,” JJ announced casually, like that somehow helped.
Vik, forced to rely completely on JJ’s directions, immediately started patting around the table trying to find the loaf.
JJ could see it perfectly the entire time, sitting only inches away, but instead of helping, he just watched with an amused grin.
“A little to the left,” JJ said.
Vik moved left. Nothing.
“Other left.”
“JJ—”
The room exploded with laughter while Vik kept blindly searching. JJ was practically shaking from trying not to laugh too hard as Vik continued slapping the table looking for bread that JJ could’ve handed him instantly.
“You’re actually useless,” Vik muttered.
“And yet you still need me,” JJ shot back smugly.
Finally, after another full thirty seconds of JJ deliberately giving horrible directions, Vik managed to grab the bread.
The second he did, JJ celebrated dramatically like Vik had accomplished something incredible.
“There we go! Good job, Vikky!”
Vik looked seconds away from abandoning the challenge entirely while JJ just stood there grinning, clearly enjoying every second of tormenting him.
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It was time to swap places.
Vik already knew this was going to be worse.
JJ had been grinning since the moment they switched, and that grin only meant trouble.
The taller boy looked way too pleased with himself, dark eyes sparkling with amusement as he grabbed the bottle.
They were supposed to do a simple challenge — flip the bottle.
Easy enough.
Except JJ had absolutely no intention of making it easy for Vik.
JJ was terrible at bottle flips when he actually tried, but the moment he realized he could use the game to mess with Vik, suddenly he became even worse on purpose.
Every failed flip came with an exaggerated sigh or a laugh that made Vik glare harder.
“You’re doing that deliberately,” Vik muttered.
JJ only smirked. “Maybe.”
When it was Vik’s turn to drink, JJ made things unbearable.
He held the bottle right up to Vik’s lips, close enough that Vik could feel the other boy’s fingers brushing his chin, but every single time Vik tried to take a sip, JJ tilted it away at the last second.
“JJ,” Vik warned, already irritated.
“What?” JJ asked innocently, though the grin on his face ruined the act completely.
Then he squeezed the bottle slightly, sending too much water at once and making Vik cough while JJ burst out laughing.
The sound was loud and warm and annoyingly pretty.
“You’re horrible,” Vik complained, wiping his mouth.
“But you’re still playing,” JJ pointed out.
That only made Vik roll his eyes harder.
JJ loved this far more than he should have.
He liked seeing Vik annoyed, liked the way the shorter boy’s face scrunched up into an angry pout whenever JJ teased him.
And honestly, Vik looked cute when he was irritated, which only encouraged JJ more.
So he kept “accidentally” messing up the bottle flips.
Sometimes he’d toss it too hard, sometimes too soft, and once he barely flipped it at all before looking at Vik with the most fake expression of disappointment imaginable.
“Oh no,” JJ said dramatically. “Guess we have to do it again.”
“You’re literally sabotaging us.”
JJ leaned closer, just enough to invade Vik’s space on purpose. “And what if I am?”
Vik hated how his face warmed at that.
The worst part was that JJ kept touching him without even seeming to notice — fingers brushing his hand when passing the bottle, his arm bumping against Vik’s shoulder, leaning down too close whenever he laughed.
It was all teasing, all playful bullying meant to get a reaction, but it still made Vik’s stomach twist strangely.
JJ noticed every single reaction too.
And judging by the smug little smile on his face, that was exactly what he wanted.