“Well, as far as I know, confidence is not something you’re lacking, right Hakyeonnie?” Despite his friend’s nonsensical words, Taekwoon finds himself letting out an amused snort of laughter, shaking his head. Really, sometimes it was a bit too easy teasing the leader, or perhaps Taekwoon knew exactly what buttons to press.
And then he was sitting on the floor, with his rear aching from the harsh impact with the ground and a look of confusion all too noticeable on his face: what in the world just happened?
With eyes squinting toward Hakyeon’s direction, he doesn’t even have time to react that the male is on top of him, making him almost hiss, hands already raising to push at the other male’s chest in an attempt to urge him off his lap. “I do whatever I want, Cha Hakyeon. How– would you make me regret that, hm?”
Hakyeon was surprised with himself. He managed to do something he didn’t expect from himself - Taekwoon fell under his weight, hitting the floor hard. Although he knew he’d be soon pushed off and wouldn’t manage to fight the stronger male on that, now there was time to boast, he fed his ego on the unexpected win. “Ha! I’m much stronger than you, Jung Taekwoon. Praise your leader.”
He lifted his hands, half shielding himself from being hit while trying to maintain on his friend’s lap, half getting ready on what he had prepared for him. Nothing surprising, he settled for the only weapon he knew could work in this situation - tickling. And as he realised the other wasn’t going as much for hitting him as for pushing him off, he attacked Leo’s sides, his nibble fingers moving fast. “I will make you laugh until you won’t be able to make a sound anymore!”