Staring Contest. AU.

The soft pitter patter of rain tapped rhythmically against the glass window. It’s cold and rainy outside, but underneath the bed comforter, it’s incredibly warm. They are tangled together in a mess of limbs and bed sheets, foreheads gently pressed together as their eyes remained locked on each other’s in a mental battle of pure will.

Changmin chuckled at how silly this game was, his eyes nearly shutting close because of his wide, cheeky grin. Ryeowook almost thought he won, because it was close. So close. However, Changmin immediately realized his mistake; his smile dimming to a smaller, softer one.

“You’re not winning that easily.”

Ryeowook simply smirked at him, “Just don’t cry when you lose.”

Changmin lost his focus for a second, finding it harder and harder to resist. His eyes were getting kind of watery, and at this point, it was starting to turn into torture. Who even suggested on playing on this game again?

“Ha! You blinked!” Ryeowook shouted, laughing in his fiancé’s face.

“No I didn’t!” Changmin childishly denied though he knew very well he did.

“You did! I saw it!”

“I didn’t.”

“You did!”

"I didn't."

"You did!"

“You’re hallucinating.”

Ryeowook laughed harder, lightly slapping Changmin’s chest. “Say whatever you want but I won.”