Taeil was in a bad mood—Jihoon could tell the second the older man entered the living room, though he wouldn’t be able to explain to someone else just what made it so obvious to him.

He wasn’t sure what had caused the other to come down with a case of the grumps, but he knew how to deal with it: when Taeil sunk down into the other end of the couch from him, plucking the remote control from the middle cushion and changing the channel, Jihoon set his plan into motion, immediately flopping himself down across the couch so that his head landed in Taeil’s lap.

His action earned him a glare from the older man, but he knew that with the right prompting and well-placed tickles, he would be able to get Taeil’s cute smile back in no time.