Blankly, you both stare each other, unblinking, unmoving in full seriousness. But when Changmin cracks a little smile, you explode into laughter.

“I win! You blinked!” he cheered, arms raised in victory.

“No fair,” you pout, trying to hide your grin. “You cheated.”

“I did not.”

“Did so.”

“Did not”

“Did so.”

Sometimes you wondered how either of you were considered adults with the way you behaved.

“Take it back,” he whispered with narrowed eyes as he got up and began to round the table. 

Without a second thought, you hop up and start to bound through the apartment. “Never!” you shout. Behind you, you can hear his slippers slapping against the hardwood floor. “Can’t catch me!”

You circle the couch several times before you’re both feigning left and right, waiting for someone to slip up. He tries to dive over the couch at you, but you take off toward the bedroom, effectively locking yourself in.

“I win!” you tease, leaning against the door with satisfaction. The doorknob rattles as he tries to open it, but to no avail. 

“_____, open the door so I can tickle you to death!”

“Can’t make me,” you sing-song, snickering. You launch yourself onto the bed and laugh exaggeratedly. 

There are a few thumps, as if he’s trying to break the door down, and then it’s quiet. You wonder if he’s given up, thinking to peek just to check, when the doorknob suddenly falls to the floor with a loud clunk. In disbelief, you stare at the now useless brass. The door swings open to reveal a Changmin with a screwdriver and a pleased grin.

Knowing that the only way out has a boy standing in the way, you hold a pillow in front of yourself, hoping he goes easy on you. His footsteps are slow and deliberate.

“_____, _____, _____, what am I going to do with you?” 

Pressing the pillow even closer to you face, you whimper, “Love me?”

“Maybe later.”

His weight is suddenly thrown onto the bed, the pillows flies to the other side of the room, and though you try to leap away, he catches you and his fingers begin to fly over your stomach.

And you are very, very ticklish.

A squeal leaves your mouth and tears are already running down your cheeks from laughing so much. “Stop! Stop! Stoooooop!” you beg through your laugher, wriggling under him. Just so you couldn’t move, he took the precaution of sitting on top of your legs.

“Say ‘Shim Changmin is the best’ and I’ll think about it!” 

Oh, the ego of that boy. “Nooooooooooo!”

“Then I hope you like being tickled!” And then the tickling feels even more intense.

After a few more minutes, you can’t take anymore. “Okay, okay! Shim Changmin is the best! You’re the best!”

His hands stop, granting you time to breathe, and your stomach hurts from laughing so hard. You fully expect Changmin to get off you, but instead he shifts so that he’s laying on top of you, his elbows keeping some of his weight off you. 

“See,” he chuckles then kisses your nose, “was that so hard? We all know that I’m the best.”

“The best at what?” you inquire, cocking an eyebrow. “At eating?” 

He mirrors your eyebrows, but throws in a smirk. “At everything, my dear.”

“Like what?”

“Well…”

His lips meet yours in a sweet, but passionate kiss. His mouth is soft and warm against yours, a familiarity that you’ll never tire of. His tongue traces your bottom lip before he begins to make a trail of kisses from your mouth to your neck, finding the spot he knows is your most sensitive. A sound of approval leaves your throat and with a last quick bite, his head pops up again.

“Like that,” he says smugly and eyes where he bit. “I did a good job.”

“Did you give me a hickey?”

“Yup.”

“Minnie!” you whine, but on the inside you feel fuzzy. “Can I at least return the favor?”

“I don’t think you’re in a position to make that request.”

“Good point.”

He then pushes off of you and lays on his side, propping his head up so that he can look at you. “Are you okay? I didn’t tickle you too much, did I?” he asks, concern in his eyes.

You smile at how cute he is, mischievous one second and then doting the next. “I’m fine, Minnie, don’t worry.” A handsome, boyish smile lifts to his lips and all of the reasons as to why you love him come rushing back to your mind. “I love you,” you whisper, even though it’s not a secret. 

“I love you, too,” he whispers back, pushing a strand of your hair away from your face. “Let’s stay home together more often, okay?”

“Okay,” you agree, “but only if you never cheat at staring contests ever again.”

“I didn’t cheat!”

“Yes, you did!”

“No, I didn’t!”

“Did so!” 

“Did not!”

“Did so!”

“Did not!”

You pause. “Minnie?”

“Hm?”

You look towards your bedroom door. “Do you know how to put that back?”

He stares at the door and then looks at you. “I’m sure I can figure it out.”