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✎ᝰ ❝ i wanna stay between your arms like this forever ❞
Minho slid his hand under the blanket, wrapping a hand around Jisung smooth barefoot. He squeezed the flesh between his fingers and palm. "Ugh, stop!" Jisung kicked both his feet rapidly in several different directions.
Minho chuckled at his best friend's toddler-like fit. He was about to take a few steps forward so he could slip under the cover next to Jisung. However, Minho wasn't able to do so as Jisung kicked the boy right in the gut during his kicking fit and caused the black tray of snacks to go flying into the air.
A variety of orange, salty, or circular chips flew in the air. A colorful array of gummies landed on the chestnut, wooden floor, making some sort of unique abstract artwork. Soda's fizzed and leaked their unhealthy sugary liquids onto the floor.
"Oh, god!" Jisungs rushed to Minho's side in his pastel yellow pajama pants, white cat heads sprinkled on the clothing. "Are you ok?" Jisung began with a gentle, sympathetic tone, but it was quickly let go of as he burst out in laughter. "Oh god, Minho. I-I can't." He giggled, looking around at the mess created because of him.
"How are you going to ask if I'm okay, then laugh at me?" He groaned, bent over with his arms wrapped around his stomach.
"Be-because thats just how we are." His laughter slowly died down, but his bright smile was still going strong.
"Damn right, and don't ever switch up on me, alright?" Minho chuckled off the pain and gave Jisung a soft jab to his side using his fist.
"Alright...oh shit, fuck." Jisung bit his lip at the sound, which Minho thought was adorable of his best friend.
The reasoning behind his cursing was because of the fizzing, clear liquid reaching their feet, both took small steps backwards, attempting to escape the liquid. "Ah, I'll clean it up. It was my fault." Jisung sighed, frustrated at the consequences of his actions.
"It's cool; I can get it." Minho offered the boy some help. However, his offer was immediately shut down.
"No, go lay down. You're hurt." Jisung demanded as he grabbed both of Minho's arms and tried to push him onto the bed. However, Minho didn't budge, as Jisung didn't have much muscle.
"I'm ok; your kick didn't hurt much." Minho grabbed Jisung's arms as well, looking down at the round-cheeked and tan-skinned boy.
"Lay down." Jisung used his large black eyes to signify his seriousness.
"Ok," Minho giggled at the cuteness of Jisung's actions. He loved the way his friend would sometimes try to act all tough as if he didn't resemble a cuddly little baby squirrel.
He took small steps back, letting Jisung believe he was pushing the boy until his backside fell against the mattress and the comforting smell of the Jisung-scented sheets.
