*sunday morning;
fmdwon:
jiwon flinches when he felt kangjoonâs elbow poking on his sides, biting back the ticklish laughter with brown eyes still focused upon the giant display tv before them. this is how they spend their weekends. if not drowning in recording sessions or performances, spending time in jiwonâs apartment and indulge themselves in video games and junk food. free without the judgement of the outside world.
as the poking begin to get annoying though, he let out a screech and unleashed a series of slaps upon kangjoonâs way. âyah!!â pokes back on his sides hard before climbing to the otherâs back to latch there, wrapping his legs around the otherâs waist. âjust admit your defeat and lose like a champ!âÂ
âdefeat? what defeat??â he bellows as he uses his weight to press jiwon against the couch, grabbing the youngerâs foot and starting to attacking it with tickles. âthis isnât even my ultimate form!!â he cackles like a villain theatrically. those that have seen his goofy and playful side, especially when heâs using various voices, told him that maybe he should try to be a voice actor too.Â
kangjoon pulls jiwonâs hand and untangle his legs from his waist, turning around to face the younger before attacking his stomach with tickles. he digs his fingers into the places he knows can make jiwon turn into a hysterical screeching mess, evil smile blooming on his lips. the elder tries to dodge the flailing limbs as best as he can, still got hit though and he had to pin the youngerâs hands above his head and straddles him. slightly aware of their promising position, he shoots jiwon a cheeky smile. ânowhere to run, neve. admit thy defeat.âÂ















