case 143 // seungin

chapter 5 | ᴡᴇᴇᴋᴇɴᴅ

-sᴀᴛᴜʀᴅᴀʏ-
seungmin's pov
we didn't manage to talk to the girl called mae in the end, but jeongin thinks she might’ve been sent to detention, after the prank she pulled in class on thursday.

oof.

‘too bad for her i guess. she sacrificed herself for the benefit of us all, the professor was sooo boring.’ i said jokingly.

jeongin glared at me, ‘how could you! law's my favourite class. but i agree though.. the professor could've been more.. lively.’

i stared at him agape, ‘law’s your favourite?? it's so serious and demanding. i was barely holding back my yawn when the professor wanted us to do project work… ughh.’

jeongin rolled his eyes at me, ‘you better be glad you have me then. in the first place, if you hated law so much, why'd you even take up this course?’

i shrugged, ‘maybe because of a… dare?’

‘what?’

‘i don’t know, my sister dared me to take law. she didn’t think i would last a semester in there i wanted to prove her wrong.’ i shrugged again, yet i couldn’t help but feel that taking on my sister’s dare was stupid now.

i didn’t even like the professor!

i groaned, face palming myself.

should’ve been smarter about my study choices.

jeongin watched me the whole time, barely holding back his giggle. ‘seungmin, you idiot!’

‘have you never taken a dare out of spite then?!’ i asked, glancing sideways at the younger.

‘pfft, never. i’ve always been confident in my course of study.’ he gave me a smug smile, hands on his hips.

i looked over at him, looking at him up and down before i thought of something. without warning, i stepped closer to jeongin’s side and tickled his stomach and underarms. jeongin broke his stance, doubling over and letting out a shocked laugh.

‘h-hEY, WHAT ARE Y-YOU-‘

i tickled his stomach again, and he fell backwards, laughing, not before pulling me down with him. we fell on the couch, me landing on top of him. but he surprised me by flipping me over, cheeks red and a flustered smile on his face, ‘YOUR TURN!!’

‘wha-‘

jeongin attacked me with his fingers on my neck, my stomach and my feet. i squirmed around, trying to escape jeongin’s reach, but he forcefully yanked my legs down. letting out a loud chuckle, jeongin’s hands darted around me in a blur. i couldn’t catch his hands even if i tried, and bouts of giggles just escaped me.

jeongin was relentless, and i was feeling increasingly helpless as i managed to yell, ‘jeonGINNN, S-STOPP- I’M TICKLISH-‘

‘hah! this is what you get for tickling me first!’

‘…damn, OKAY, PLEASE L-LET ME GO N-NOW!’ my mouth had officially turned into a fumbling mess, and i could only beg jeongin to stop. tears sprouted from my eyes as i barely managed to keep my laughs from turning into hiccups.

jeongin collapsed next to me, his eyes still shining with excitement. the after effects of a tickle session were all over his face — those rose tinted cheeks, that huge grin plastered on his face, the tiny pants coming out of those curvy lips.

my eyes roamed jeongin’s face, which was now turned towards the ceiling. just a glance at his dimples sent a warm and gooey feeling slowly spreading through my body, absolutely taking me by surprise. the sensation started off as just a small glimmer — i would’ve completely missed its presence if i was anymore distracted — which slowly started to bloom into something intangibly bigger, making itself known throughout my body.