tickle - kevshik
Kevin wraps his arms around Hyungshik’s skinny body. He knows the camera’s on Dongjun and will be for a while (he’s saying that same, old story he does each time he gets the chance), so he can nuzzle his head into Hyungshik’s neck and kiss the small little bump there that only he knows. The spot he owns. Hyungshik moves away, giving him a hard stare, but it quickly softens and a smile breaks out onto his face. “Hyung,” he says, poking the singer’s cheek, trying to return to listening to Dongjun. But Kevin returns, his fingers touching his hip bone and pressing down, forcing him to move with one, sharp jerk. He accidently kicks Minwoo, who looks up at him with pleading eyes, “You okay?” Hyungshik nods and turns to give a glare at Kevin. The Australian smiles, lacing their fingers and turning back at the screen. The side-host smirks, having noticed the whole thing, and politely interrupts Dongjun. “Hyungshik-sshi, Kevin? Care to explain?”