Fluff Prompts
#3. If you try to tickle me one more time, I swear you will not get another kiss for a week.
Saeyoung Choi x f!MC
Warnings(?): probably ooc, no use of y/n (i use MC instead)
WC: 963
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It did not take long for Saeyoung to realize that you did not like being tickled. At all. However, it did take him quite a while to get used to this information. He just wanted to hear you laugh! He loved the way you’d laugh at all his jokes, no matter how lame they could be perceived as by others. He adored the way you would waste no time in joining in on his countless pranks on Yoosung in the chatrooms… Sorry, Yoosung.
He loved the way your laugh was utterly contagious, the way sometimes you’d laugh so hard you couldn’t hardly breathe, or how you still tried to continue talking even when your laughter made it an impossible task. The times the two of you would bounce jokes off of each other for what felt like both time had stopped and passed way too quickly, at the same time.
He had a…less than ideal, tendency to sneak up behind you and tickle your sides, catching you by surprise. Normally, you were sure this would be fine in other relationships, but you had just gotten so overwhelmed at being tickled.
Not being able to stop laughing but not because you want to keep laughing but because you aren’t able to stop? It was honestly a little scary if you thought about it for too long.
You knew Saeyoung meant well, you knew he’d never hurt you or overwhelm you intentionally, though he was aware he could be more than overwhelming sometimes.
You’d learned a long time ago to just go with the flow of your usually happy-go-lucky boyfriend.
It was just becoming way. too. much.
You all but snapped at him when it happened one too many times.
You had been innocently standing in the kitchen, looking through one of the cupboards to try and find a specific cup of yours, when a certain redhead snuck up behind you, tickling your sides.
You screamed out, first of all terrified at the sudden action, and second of all you hated being tickled. You turned around, pushing him away from you.
“Saeyoung, if you try to tickle me one more time, I swear…” You started, unsure of where you were going with your empty threat.
You couldn’t help but smile even though you were trying to be threatening…you couldn’t do anything except smile when you saw your boyfriend. It was a blessing and a curse, truly.
Saeyoung reflected your expression, a smile breaking out on his face too. Contagious.
“Swear what, MC?” He asked, knowing that even if he was overwhelming, you couldn’t stay mad, not at him.
“I swear…” You start again, buying yourself time while you quickly thought of something. Then, click. A lightbulb, an idea. Yes, that would be perfect.
“If you try to tickle me one more time, I swear you will not get another kiss for a week,” You smirked.
His face dropped, you weren’t serious, were you? No way!
“How is that fair?” He asked, suddenly panicked.
The smile never left your face.
“How could I go even a day without a kiss from my love?” He exclaimed, sighing way too loudly at the end of his sentence. He raised a hand to his head, as though he was bound to falling over or passing out at even just the thought of going a week, let alone a day, without a kiss from his beautiful girlfriend.
“Sorry, lovey, you’ll just have to go without tickling me, you know it’s too much for me,” You laugh, kissing his cheek lightly.
He smiled a little at that, his hands at your waist, “I know, I just like to hear you laugh, if it’s a crime to make my love laugh, then lock me up, officer!” He exclaimed, moving his hands up, as though surrendering himself to the police.
You couldn’t help but laugh at even that, his over dramaticness, rolling your eyes at him.
“Find another way to make me laugh then,” You smiled, taking his hands from the air where he held them up, holding them in your own.
“How ever would I do that?” He asked you, but the laughter that still spilled from your lips at even just his constant joking told him he wouldn’t have to look very far for another way.
“Just be yourself, love, you always know how to make me laugh,” You reassure him, planting a soft kiss to the tip of his nose, having to stand on your tippy toes a little just to reach.
It was true…Even in just the midst of this conversation, you hadn’t stopped smiling.
“MC, where on Earth would I be without you?” He questioned softly to himself, though loud enough that you heard.
“You’d be but a lost man without me,” You shrugged playfully, putting on an awful excuse of a british accent, backing away from him, still holding his hands.
“Aye, lost indeed,” He copied your accent, pulling you back towards him, his hands moving to your waist again as he pulled your body close to his. You giggled as you were pulled back against him.
For just a moment, your laughing slowed to a stop, mesmerized in each other’s eyes. You kissed his lips softly, “I don’t think I myself would be able to hold off kissing you for a week,” You laughed as you pulled away from him.
“Oh, thank God,” He cheered, kissing you back.
You rolled your eyes playfully, “Dork…but seriously, no more tickling,” You told him.
He responded with a nod and a salute, “Yes, ma’am,” He agreed.
How did he do it? How on Earth did he turn you into such a smiley human being? Maybe you were the lucky one, afterall. No. You knew you were the lucky one.
