“Move and your dead,” Lyndsey warned the fidgety member of Infinite, Sungyeol.

“But I hate standing here!” Sungyeol – who was also her boyfriend – whined.

At that moment he moved and yelled as he was stabbed with the needle.

“Sorry sweetie. I said to be still for a reason,” Lyndsey told him as she focused on fixing the suit he had to wear that night.

Sungyeol tried to stay still as his suit was being fixed. He took his mind off the fact he wished he could move and watched his girlfriend work. Once again he was poked with the needle and he couldn't take it any more. He hoped off the stool and went into his room.

“Lee Sungyeol! Don't you dare walk away from me!” Lyndsey said pointing at him

Sungyeol stuck his tongue out at her before closing the door behind him. Lyndsey groaned in frustration. She wished now she hadn't accepted that job as Infinite's stylist. The reason she took it was to be closer to her boyfriend Sungyeol. Lyndsey didn't know her boyfriend truly was like a child in the fact that he can't stand still and let her fix the suite he had managed to rip... badly.

How did he rip it? Sungyeol played the blame game and said that it was Myungsoo's fault. It was however, his carefree childish ways.

Lyndsey stormed into Sungyeol's room in the dorm and ignored the greeting Sungjong gave her as she went up to Sungyeol's bunk. He was hiding himself under the blankets. Lyndsey yanked them off and Sungyeol covered his face.

“You don't see me,” Sungyeol claimed.

Lyndsey couldn't help but to laugh at her boyfriend.

“Well if I don't see my boyfriend here I can't give him that kiss.”

Lyndsey smiled playfully as she shrugged her shoulders.

“I'll go find Myungsoo and have him explain what happened to the suit,” Lyndsey said.

Before she could move to get off the bunk. Sungyeol sat up and grabbed his girlfriend's waist. He pulled her down next to him and held onto her tight.

“I was kidding. I'm here!” Sungyeol said.

“I know that,” Lyndsey said and ruffled Sungyeol's hair.

“Hello! I'm here too! You just ignored me completely!” Sungjong complained.

“I had to. There is a fashion emergency going on right now,” Lyndsey explained.

“Doesn't look like it,” Sungjong grumbled.

“Hey, mister. You go change into your outfit for tonight so I can inspect it. Change in someone else's room.”

Sungjong climbed down from his bunk and and took his suite off of the extra bunk.

“I'll leave so I don't interrupt the 'fashion emergency' going on,” Sungjong said, using air-quotes around “fashion emergency”.

He left the room and closed the door behind him.

“So what do you want to do?” Sungyeol asked as he began to play with Lyndsey's hair.

“You know what we need to do,” Lyndsey told him.

“Forget that. I know what I want to do,” Sungyeol said, grinning evilly.

“Do you now?”

Sungyeol nodded and then started to tickle Lyndey's stomach.

“Tickle war!” he called out.

It wasn't much of a war. Lyndsey didn't have a chance to fight back. By the time Sungyeol had stopped, Lyndsey didn't even want to get him back. She clutched her stomach which hurt from all the laughing.

“You had your fun. Now it's time to finish fixing your suit.”

“But I don't want to!” Sungyeol whined.

“Too bad,” Lyndsey said and gave him a kiss.

Sungyeol unwillingly climbed down the bunk and went back to the stool so he could get his suit fixed. If it had been anyone besides his girlfriend fixing the suit, he would have put up a fight.  

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...Is this fluff? >.< In the words of Yoseob, IDNAAAAAA~~~ xD

Well, I hope you liked it! ^^