Prompt(s) : 

“Are you doodling?”

“Oh, off.”

Characters : VIXX’s Ravi || OC [Gender neutral]

Genre : Fluff and comedy

“Are you doodling?” he asked as you nodded, marker now squiggling over his arm creating wave-like patterns on his skin. He chuckled at the ticklish sensation as you continue to draw up his arm. Wrapping his free arm around you, he kissed your forehead, the movement causing the marker to slip and your pattern to get disrupted, much to your chagrin. 

“Wonshikkie why would you do that!” you grumbled at him, repeatedly stabbing his arm with the blunt end of the marker. He laughed, as you glared at him before uncapping the marker and squiggling all over his arm as he screamed moving his hand away only for the squiggle to extend over to his bare chest. You inked it with a vengeance, ignoring the giggles and squirming on Wonshik’s behalf as the ticklish sensation heightened. 

“You ruined my awesome design, now stop squirming before I accidentally stab you in the eye!” you glared at him as he froze, lying stalk still on the couch. 

“Just don’t draw es on me. The last time I fell asleep and Jaehwan had a marker with Sanghyuk whispering in his ear…things didn’t go well.” he mumbled as you waved the marker around his face. 

“Maybe I’ll draw a mustache since you shave off anything that possibly grows on your face to look like a prepubescent boy.” you grinned as he wrapped his arms around your waist and wiggled his eyebrows. 

“That’s not what you said last night.” 

“Oh, off.” you glared at him, whacking him on the chest as he pulled you closer and stretched out on the couch. This was the best part of Sundays off with Wonshik. It went from playful banter, pointless behaviour, to cuddling on the couch till you fell asleep again. You were glad that Wonshik was game for everything and anything. He would do it with so much love and conviction that you felt incredibly special to be a part of his life. You loved doing the same with him.

You rested your head on his doodle squiggle covered chest, kissing the one bare patch of skin under his tattoo. You could hear his breath steady over time and the soft whistle of his snore filled the otherwise soundless room. You smiled. 

When Wonshik woke up, you weren’t in his arms, puzzled, he stood up and stretched. He heard you tinkering around in the kitchen and sighed before sleepily walking towards the bathroom. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he stood in front of the sink and looked at himself in the mirror before groaning your name out loudly. 

His reflection stared back at him with the words “ PARTY” written straight across his pectoral muscle as he cursed Jaehwan for coining the term and you for writing it across his damn chest.

 “I swear to god I’m going to kill you!” he yelled from the bathroom.

 You chuckled, twirling the marker between your fingers.