Taemin looked up from where he was cradling his textbook, wondering what his boyfriend was going on about. "What is it?"
"Nothing, my team is just stupid." Minho's hand flew across the keyboard as he typed out a few well-chosen insults and then sighed as the other team destroyed his team's nexus. The defeat message flashed across his screen as he angrily exited League of Legends, muttering about disconnecting teammates all the while.
"Are you playing League again?" Taemin asked curiously, scrambling to reach for the mouse. He opened the application again, resting his chin on the taller boy's shoulder. "What? No more Starcraft."
"At least in Starcraft you don't have any dumb teammates," Minho muttered sourly, and Taemin laughed, pressing a kiss to his boyfriend's cheek.
"You need to stop raging and just ask me to play with you. I'll carry you to victory," Taemin said, grinning and scrambling off Minho's back to grab his own laptop. "Let's go."
"No!" Taemin screamed thirty minutes later at the screen as his team agreed to a surrender, 4 to 1. "Minho why did you vote for the surrender?"
Minho smirked and slung his arm around Taemin's shoulder. "Because you were getting too into the game and out-farming me."
Taemin sighed. He had forgotten how competitive his boyfriend could be at times. That was okay. He could be competitive too. "Minho. You, me. One on one. We'll see who's the better player."
"Okay, Taemin-ah," said Minho cheekily, kissing Taemin on the lips just as the game was about to begin. "Winner gets kisses, eh?"
"Huh?" Taemin asked inarticulately as Minho his lips and focused on the game. Taemin later blamed that distraction for why he lost so badly…It was an easier pill to swallow than admitting that Minho was a better player than him…which Minho wasn't.
"I'll get you next time," Taemin swore rather breathlessly after Minho leaned back from claiming his reward.
Minho rolled his eyes and stole Taemin's lips again. "Keep telling yourself that."
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