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"myungsoo!" 

"what is it now, sungyeol?" 

sungyeol emerges from their shared bedroom, standing infront of the open door, facing myungsoo who's sitting on the sofa in the living room while playing Pokemon on his DS. 

"where's my shirt?" 

"you have alot of shirts, you know that?" 

myungsoo doesn't take his eyes off his DS, squinting his eyes in concentration. 

"you know what i'm talking about! my favourite shirt, the black one with the skull on it?" 

"it's probably somewhere in your closet or the laundry basket." 

"but it's not! i've searched them both already, twice!" 

"what the hell!" 

myungsoo yells as his Pokemon loses the battle with his opponent, he groans and shuts off his DS. 

"can't do anything without me, huh?" myungsoo teases, he rolls his eyes as he walks towards the washing machine in their kitchen. 

sungyeol follows behind him, "for your information, i can do plenty of things without you."

myungsoo reaches into the washing machine and digs through the pile of clothes, "right, sure you can." 

"don't get all sarcastic with me, mr i-think-i'm-a-great-boyfriend."

myungsoo snorts, he spots sungyeol's shirt amongst the pile of clothes. 

"i never said that i was a great boyfriend," he pulls out the shirt and throws it over sungyeol's head, "but i'm good at giving my boyfriend what he wants." 

sungyeol removes the shirt from his head, smiling widely. 

"thanks, babe. i owe you one." 

sungyeol snaps the shirt at myungsoo's stomach, snickering when myungsoo yelps in shock. myungsoo grabs a towel from the washing machine and snaps it back at sungyeol, earning a shriek and more snaps of the shirt at his stomach. 

they laugh and shriek and scream and snap shirts/towels at each other, until myungsoo wraps a towel around sungyeol's wrists so he can't move them anymore. he pushes sungyeol so that his back is pressed against their kitchen counter and they're standing so close to each other that their chests are touching, and their faces are inches apart. 

"wow, this is . who ever heard of using a towel as handcuffs?" 

myungsoo bursts out laughing, this guy.

"you're such a dork." 

sungyeol shrugs, before replying, "but i'm your dork." 

"you got that right, you're mine." 

myungsoo leans forward, puckering his lips, but sungyeol butts in before he can actually kiss him, "babe, no kissing. or else this is really going to turn , with the cloth handcuffs."

myungsoo laughs, genuinely and loudly.

it's in these moments, when they do silly things with each other and play around like little kids, that myungsoo finds out that he adores sungyeol with all his heart. and he loves it, loves that he can fool around and do childish things with sungyeol, because it makes their relationship so much more comfortable and much better. (but, who's he kidding, he already thinks their relationship is fantastic.)

< author's note >

i just thought of a situation where myungyeol were playing around and them having fun doing stupid things like that so yea hahaha. i can totally imagine myungyeol doing this in their dorm hehe hope u liked it!