Sungmin giggled, and continued to poke his girlfriend’s sides. She squealed and squirmed, but he showed no mercy. “Ming, stop it!”

“I don’t wanna!” he refused in a sing-song voice.

With a surprising burst of strength, the girl grabbed her attacker by the arms, pinning him under her. A smirk spread across her lips as she narrowed her eyes on Sungmin. His eyes become round and his lower lips jut out in a plea for forgiveness. Though she continued to glare at the adorable boy, she knew she wasn’t going to last for long. If anyone were to watch a Super Junior stage, they would think Sungmin to be fierce and manly. Nope. This man—no, boy—is pure ageyo. He is adorable and he knows it, and he will use it against you if necessary. Of all the things Sungmin could do, he was exceptionally good at being cute. Which was completely unfair.

After a good minute of staring at her boyfriend pout, she finally groaned and released him. She’ll have to get her revenge some other time.

(A/N): Sigh. I dunno. MING.

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