Summary: Movie nights with your favourite bickering friends is always an event to behold. Everything is peaceful with your trio of giggles, and that’s the way it would stay. You were sure of it.
Genre: Fluff
Warning(s): Oneshot that accidentally gained a plot that may now need a sequel but I’m busy so idk
Word Count: 2831
Theme Song: Humph! - Pentagon
AN: December 12 prompt, movie night. Credit as usual goes to @songi-writes I’m going to keep tagging I’m sorry I don’t want to be annoying but I feel like a thief otherwise I’m sorryyyy!! Do I call him Jooheon? Joohoney? I do not know ..... i love u bb joo i promise
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The living room was filled to the brim with near-manic giggles that didn’t falter even as you entered the room.
Confusedly tilting your body round the door frame, you caught a glimpse of the thick fluffy blanket on the sofa moving as if it had a life of its own.
The amalgamation of pastel blue fluff juddered as another roar of raucous laughter emanated from its depths, its sides flourishing and stretching at random while it snorted unceremoniously.
Quickly grabbing the snacks from the kitchen counter, you hurried into the fray, coming to a halt directly at the side of the beast.
Upon closer inspection, you could see the shapes rippling beneath the blanket reflected one person being held captive by the other, and, going by the sudden convulsions at one end, said captive was being tickled ferociously—leading him to kick wildly in response.
You didn’t even need to listen in to work out who was the perpetrator here, though deciphering who started it would perhaps be a trickier endeavour.
Dropping the snacks on the coffee table, you crouched down strategically, aiming to free the victim from his torture.
Tactfully, you leant in at an angle that allowed precision and accuracy, and low enough so to avoid any collateral.
And then, you struck.
Minhyuk took the jab below the ribs with glamorous dignity.
And glamorous dignity meant shrieking like a fox.
The manoeuvre gave Jooheon a chance to escape, which he took gladly, knocking the blanket off his head and breathing a huge sigh of relief.
“It’s not over yet soldier!” you exclaimed, swooping in to protect him from recapture, catching Minhyuk’s arms as they swung round to grapple Jooheon back to his body. “Honey, get him!”
“Oh!” Jooheon was startled, but immediately dug his fingers into his band mate’s sides.
Cackling, Minhyuk tried to wriggle free, but found himself laughing too hard.
“G-guys! Sto-! P... h—yah!”
“We will never relent!” you declared, letting go of his wrists, deciding he was rendered practically immobile by that point, and joined in on the assault.
Bad move.
Instantly Minhyuk caught you instead, dragging you onto his chest and using his legs—albeit trapped in the end of the blankets—to push Jooheon down onto the two of you.
Yelping at the sneak attack, you were immediately trapped in Minhyuk’s grip, leaving him free to do whatever he wished, which in this case was unleashing an merciless attack upon your stomach. You were left barely able to breathe between laughter, your body shifting wildly with every jolt of giddiness, while Jooheon was left to collapse on your back, cheek squished against your shoulder as he scolded the perpetrator weakly.
Minhyuk laughed victoriously, his master plan of a cuddle pile coming together neatly, even though he couldn’t really breathe either.
Suddenly though, there was a high-toned thud that made you all freeze.
“What was that?” Jooheon asked groggily.
You grimaced. “The remote, I think.”
The two turned simultaneously to glare disapprovingly at Minhyuk as you groaned, it no doubt being a consequence of his kicking legs.
“Hey!” he whined, “I didn’t know it was there! Also you were tickling—! You can’t blame me entirely!
Clambering off the sofa, you left him to pick up the blanket as you joined Jooheon in searching for the lost remote.
He had his head hanging down the gap between the sofa, end-table and armchair, attempting to spot the black remote in the shadow there.
You rolled your eyes at the slight lack of common sense, leaning over to turn on the lamp on the table.
The click and sudden ability to see made him jump slightly, but he swung himself a little further down nonetheless. “I can’t see it here!” he called.
You huffed, scowling exaggeratedly at Minhyuk who reciprocated with an even more hyperbolic pout, before laying your hand on Jooheon’s back, indicating for him to stand up.
You felt his body stiffen slightly at your touch, head reappearing to make eye contact with you, bemused.
“I hope it’s not under the chairs,” you remarked, crouching down onto the carpet, “otherwise Minnie’s in big trouble!”
You heard Jooheon laugh at him and say a teasing comment that you couldn’t quite make out as you pressed your head onto the floor, your phone flashlight on.
Your shoulders slumped as you spotted the remote nearly in the very centre of the space below the armchair.
“Found it,” you sighed, obviously disgruntled, “it’s under there but it’s too far for me to reach and,” you got to your feet, brushing your hands on your shirt, “like hell I’m sticking my hand under there.”
“Why not?” Minhyuk asked, tugging Jooheon’s ear until you pursed your lips at him, to which he smiled, wide and bright, and let him go. “You... scared?”
You protested his accusation. “Uh?! Hyuk? Are you not scared of the under-space? That’s the place where demons live, I’ll have you know.”
He scoffed, passing Jooheon and patting you on the head. “Well, I’m not scared, I’ll get the remote.”
“Yeah, and because it’s your fault it went missing in the first place, remember! You are totally doing the washing up today.” You chuckled at the huff you heard from the floor.
The other man just laughed. “There’s no such thing as demons, Y/N.”
You looked him dead in the eye, slightly taken aback by how beautiful his eyes were. Fashioned of a gemstone in normal situations, in the lamplight they had become the glittered pools of two galaxies. “Can you be sure?.”
As you perched on the edge of the sofa, you could barely stop the giggle from arising from your throat as you heard Jooheon check with Minhyuk that demons didn’t exist, the laughter gradually dying in his voice.
And especially when the man on the floor just brightly replied, “If thinking that helps you sleep at night, sure!”
Jooheon looked back to you, a highly unnerved expression upon his features.
He looked so adorable when he was ever so slightly petrified.
“Oh, Honey, it’s ok they don’t exist, I promise,” you cooed, motioning for him to come and join you on the sofa.
He obliged, soft lips set in a trembling pout, taking the space to your left and curling into your chest as soon as you opened your arms for a cuddle. You couldn’t resist squishing his cheek gently, reassuringly holding him close.
“And even if there was, Honey, we’d never let them hurt you,” Minhyuk added, before jumping up victoriously, remote in hand, “I got it!”
You nodded, playfully smushing both of Jooheon’s cheeks so his lips were pursed. “Besides, most demons are nice anyways. They just get a bad rep.”
Minhyuk sent you a quizzical look, but you pointed to the TV, silently asking him to load up the film. “We’ve procrastinated long enough, I think.”
He put his hands on his hips. “The things you make me do, Y/N.”
You pulled an indignant face at him, which he mimicked right back, before turning to the set, opening the box and placing the disk in the tray.
Once it was done, he returned to the sofa, retrieving the blanket and arranged it so it covered you and Jooheon nicely, and then finally climbing under himself.
“Thank you~!” you sang, watching him shuffle and get comfortable, before inclining towards, but not quite against, your free shoulder. You wondered how long it would take for him to give in and sprawl across you, basically making you into a pillow for two tired dorks.
Not that you minded. They were so warm, and you like being crushed with affection, genuinely. The true remedy for touch-starvation.
Besides, it was your choice of film, and though you were interested in it, it wasn’t one that the other two were that fussed about, so you’d foreseen this.
Taking the remote from Minhyuk as he shifted, you held it to Jooheon, for him to press the buttons. After all, though arguments over who got to use the remote was something you had not foreseen the first time, you weren’t about to let that happen again any time soon.
The film menu screen faded into black, and you felt Minhyuk’s arm snake around your waist.
50 minutes, you thought, 50 minutes will be how long it takes before they’re out like lights.
.
.
The film was as enriching as you expected, and you couldn’t help but mentally gush about just how on point the metaphors were, or how the colour schemes helped foreshadow the unfurling events—you realised as you went. And usually it took a lot to distract you from all movies. However, the two things that could distract you the most were situated on either side of you, and they were doing a brilliant job of it by somehow putting in as little effort as possible.
It hadn’t taken long at all for Minhyuk to give into resting his head on your shoulder. He’d started off by nuzzling his nose into your neck, deliberately trying to distract you so you would hold his hand. When you did as he wished, he decided he was happy with his head upon your shoulder, and so there he remained. Eventually, he untwined his fingers from yours in favour of holding you in his arms fully, and so you resorted to threading your fingers through his hair, very carefully easing out any knots you stumbled across.
That had been what sent him to sleep, you reasoned, with his arms clutching you like a teddy bear. Very occasionally he hummed in his sleep, tiny whines or murmurings of something barely understandable. One time you thought he’d uttered the word ‘love’ but it was hard to tell, with his mumbling coinciding with a swell in the music of the film.
It remained though that you’d no doubt overestimated his willpower by a good 40 minutes. He hadn’t opened a single packet of snacks, nor asked what was going on. It amused you how quick they were to lull into the arms of sleep when warm and coddled. It made you feel good, that they felt secure in your arms enough to drift off whenever.
Meanwhile, it was Jooheon that had proved to be much stronger, willing his heavy eyelids not to droop too low and lull him into a sleep.
He was sullenly watching the film, somewhat transfixed by its motions and colours, rather than the messages and dialogue, but he’d stayed awake for a while, even if he hadn’t gotten anywhere near the 50 minute mark.
“Hey Honey, you doing ok?” you whispered, smoothing his shirt sleeve beneath he blanket.
He nodded once, lacking the energy or the desire to do anymore than that. He was perfectly comfortable where he was, not wanting to move a millimetre if it meant causing even the slightest bit of discomfort.
“You want any snacks?” you enquired, receiving the tiniest shake of his head. It wasn’t like you could reach them anyway.
You rubbed his back, feeling him press closer into you, if that were even possible. “It’s ok, Honey, you can go to sleep. Heaven knows you need it after the week you’ve had.”
It was if you’d whispered the final command of a hypnotist, as right after the words left your lips, he let his eyes close, nestling his hands to grip your shirt rather than the blanket loosely, and gave into sleep.
You felt your heart lurch as you felt Jooheon’s breath steady. Glancing across carefully at Minhyuk and admiring how the light of the TV arched across the bridge of his nose, you found no respite as your breath hitched in your throat.
You’d never questioned what you had. You were eternally grateful to have it. You had two people who cared for you so deeply that they immediately travelled to your door from the other side of the city, when all you did was mention that you were a little gloomy that evening.
You of course would have done the exact same.
But what was it all?
You didn’t let the voices owned by all those unsettled and interrogatory faces into your thoughts that often, because what use was it?
But even your obstinate tendencies couldn’t deny that they all did see something, that they all then latched onto like limpets.
Constantly asking if one of them was your boyfriend.
Acting overtly surprised when you shook your head vividly and asserted ‘no’.
Questioning if you were leading both of them on.
And then never letting the idea drop no matter how many times you saw them, no matter how many times you requested them to.
It was none of their damn business, you were close as friends, a peaceful trio uncomplicated by labels. Friends could be close and touchy and clingy if they wanted to, and you told them that, square to their faces.
Only to find them laugh at you strangely.
That laugh, you’d witnessed in other scenarios, was the one that people always used when they knew something the others didn’t.
The laugh people heard when they asked about their favourite character to an older fan, which never indicated their safety.
The laugh people uttered under their breath when the movie was paused and they knew something bad was going to happen to one of the characters.
Dramatic irony.
But you weren’t in love with them, either of them, neither Minhyuk nor Jooheon. No.
Well, at least not in that way.
At least, you thought.
A particularly loud mumble brought you out of your thoughts, as Minhyuk shifted his weight on your shoulder.
“Min?”
No response.
You exhaled in a quiet chuckle. From his new position, you could see even less of his face, his lips instead pressed against your neck, his breath tickling your skin. His grip was tight at your side, as if he was afraid you’d leave.
You moved your hand from his hair, and placed it at his waist, caressing the sliver of bare skin you found uncovered there absentmindedly.
Your thoughts swirled, urging you to pull him closer—both of them closer. Even though they were both practically on top of you, you wanted them closer.
What did that even mean...?
You shook your head, taking a glimpse down at Jooheon, fast asleep. A mistake, as you suddenly felt that rise in your soul again. It wasn’t a new feeling, but you’d never felt it this strong before. You’d always written it off as a protective, almost nurturing feeling.
You forced your eyes to focus upon the film again, but you’d lost track of what was going on. The colours blurred and merely danced in front of you.
You wanted to...
No.
That was completely, utterly, wholeheartedly a bad idea.
No matter how inviting the idea was, no matter how close they were.
You were just sappy because it was dark out and you were tired and because they’d been so sweet and funny and endearing.
But it was too late.
With your conscious miles behind, your body seemed to behave by itself.
It was as if you watched yourself in third person. You supported Minhyuk’s head with a hand, as you leant down and placed a kiss onto Jooheon’s hair. Returning, you did the same for Minhyuk, brushing some loose strands back into place.
You sat up straight again, eyes naturally returning to the screen, and for a solid five seconds there was utter tranquil. No disturbance of a thought, no incessance of a noise.
And then your consciousness slammed back into your head as you realised what you’d done.
What had you just done?
.
.
Panicking, with your chest heaving, you sought an escape route.
As smoothly as you could, you slipped out between the two of them.
Making sure their heads were supported and their bodies covered with the blanket, you praised all the gods evidently watching over you at that moment that they didn’t wake up.
Then, you snuck out of the room, into the bathroom, locking the door behind you.
Sitting on the cool floor, focusing on your breath that was ringing in your ears, you interrogated yourself.
What did you do?
Why did you do it?
What were you going to do about it?
What you did not know was that they didn’t have a clue either.
When they decided to pretend to be asleep, they had expected to pull a ghost prank on you seamlessly. It would end in you screaming, chasing them around the place, and finally more cuddles when the film was over. They’d checked the bed earlier that day, it was certainly big enough for all three, despite what you’d said!
But now they were stuck, eyes flickering over each other’s faces, on opposite sides of the sofa.
“She kissed you?” Jooheon whispered first.
“Yes!” Minhyuk replied. “You too?”
“On the head, yes!”
“Same!”
Maybe things had just gotten a whole lot more complicated for the three of you.
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AN: I’m sorry this fic was late, a lot of things got in my way yesterday. I’m really sorry it turned into a character piece too lol. Y/N has many feelings apparently sksksk
This was also not how I imagined this would turn out. I’m always adding plots to my oneshots pls save meeeee
I will fix up the masterlist soon, I promise.
College is a pain in the ass and coursework is murdering my soul so yeet me.
I’ll write the next part at.... some point....
Feedback is always welcome too like, I’m going to try and edit all of these after christmas so if you think something is too long then lmk
