"Say it." Minho poked you in your cheek, his body facing you on the couch as he squinted his eyes at you, trying to draw your attention away from the game you were playing.
"In your dreams." You retaliated, your fingers working overtime on your small receiver, half paying attention to your boyfriend, who's finger was still positioned on the side of your supple skin.
He pulled back, sighing, and let himself fall back into the couch pillows, dramatically placing his hand over his heart as he let out a long groan, a spectacle you weren't even paying attention to.
"My heart, y/n." He quipped from the side of you, only further trying to divert your attention.
"Your heart what?" You murmured back at him, your eyes zeroing in as the speed of your game increased.
"It hurts."
"Why?" You half halfheartedly asked, knowing the reason already.
"You won't say it."
"Say what."
"Oppa."
Your fingers paused over your game for only a second, your eyes squinting together as the word fell from Minho's mouth, trying to collect yourself to give back a response.
"Because I don't want to." You finally shot back, shrugging your shoulders as you fired one last shot on your game, smiling to yourself as you moved up a level.
"Why not? It's not like I'm asking you to do something weird, like-"
You cut him off, putting one of your hands up to cover his mouth, your other finger still diligently tapping away at your game.
"Shut up, Minho."
His warm mouth moved against your hand as he began to poke his tongue out, moving it across your skin as you let out a sigh and took your hand away, wiping it on his jeans as you felt him lean closer to you, your attention still completely focused on the game.
"I bet I can make you say it." Minho smirked from his seat next to you, causing your face to scrunch up as you fired again on your game, your heart skipping a beat as you tried to play it cool, pulling your face back into a bored expression as you said nothing, not wanting to edge him on anymore.
You felt him move his legs and swing them away from you, his body's weight being lifted from the couch as he got up, your cushion pushing you up as you continued to ignore whatever he was up to in favor of your game.
"Ahh, look at the time, 8 already?" Minho asked the empty air, stretching his arms above his head, and when you flicked your eyes to survey him, a sliver of his abs exposed in the cool air caused you to immediately lower your gaze again, humming in response to his question.
He let both his arms go, his body going lax as her turned to face your seated form, your fingers still idly pressing in tune to your game, only a little irked at his sudden intense staring.
"Is that game really that interesting?" He questioned, inching only a little closer to you.
You still didn't say anything, knowing he was up to something and opting to not play along.
"More interesting than..." His tone suddenly dropped as he closed the last few inches so that his fingers could place themselves on your knees that were pressed together, dropping to squat as your fingers tapped harder on your game, trying your hardest to ignore him still.
"More interesting than me?" He whispered loudly enough for you to hear, as his fingers began to poke at your knees, his hands slipping inside as he began to pry your legs open slowly, your stomach heating up against your will as you tried to seem unbothered by his actions.
