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Kihyun really doesn't remember how it all started, who was the first one to start picking on the other, but if someone were to ask him about it he would say that it was all Minhyuk's fault, even though that might not be the truth; just like Minhyuk would say the same about Kihyun.
It doesn't matter who started it first, though. The fact is, they've been arguing constantly for a week now, nonstop. One of them talks and the other interrupts him, one would make a joke and the other would roll his eyes, tell him to shut up, god, you're so lame. They fight over food, over who gets to shower first and who has to clean up the practice room at the end of the day.
It doesn't matter about what, as long as they are fighting.
Yesterday, Minhyuk not-so-accidentally stepped on Kihyun's foot during practice and sent Kihyun tumbling face-first into the hardwood floors, hitting his knee in the process. It took both Hoseok and Hyunwoo to hold him back from throwing himself at Minhyuk, and he had to sit the rest of the night out in a corner with a pack of ice over his knee, glaring at Minhyuk from across the room the entire time.
Today's argument is petty and insignificant, fighting over who should have the last lollipop from Kwangji's stash, and before Kihyun knows it, they are all over each other, fighting like a bunch of six-year-olds in the middle of the practice room. And it's stupid; Kihyun is rational enough to know that, but he's tired and he has to sit here and go over the lines for tomorrow's performance until everything is perfect, and he can't do that without a quick sugar fix, preferably one that doesn't require him to walk to the nearest convenience store in the middle of the night.
"Where'd you get this?" Kihyun asks, pointing at the lollipop Minhyuk is busy unwrapping.
"Kwangji's locker," Minhyuk says matter-of-factly, popping the treat in his mouth. "Where else?"
"There weren't any left when I checked earlier," Kihyun says, eyes trained on Minhyuk's mouth, how he sucks on the damn thing and moans a little at the taste. Even that annoys the hell out of Kihyun. He wants to punch Minhyuk in the face, he wants to do it so bad.
Thing is, Kihyun doesn't even like the cherry flavored ones and he knows he should be the bigger man and walk away, but this isn't about lollipops anymore; this is about winning and Kihyun is not about to let Lee fucking Minhyuk win.
And because Kihyun can't keep his mouth shut, one thing leads to another and he finds himself sitting on Minhyuk's lap in the blink of an eye, ass directly on Minhyuk's crotch, knees digging into Minhyuk's sides as he holds him pinned down to the floor, grinning as he celebrates his victory. He pries the treat out of Minhyuk's hands and puts it in his mouth, sucks on it in the most obscene way he could manage, tilts his head to the side and flutters his eyes shut so Minhyuk would know just how much he's enjoying it.
Minhyuk huffs, tries to squirm away and push Kihyun off of him, his fingers digging into Kihyun's thighs, but it's useless. He might have an inch or two on Kihyun but between the two of them Minhyuk doesn't really stand a chance. Kihyun might be exhausted, especially after wrestling with Minhyuk for the past few minutes, but he is stronger; he could take Minhyuk down in his sleep if he wanted to.
"Fucking jerk." Minhyuk sneers, starts to wriggle around, but Kihyun only pushes down harder, grabs Minhyuk by the wrists when he starts to paw at Kihyun's arms instead, pulling on the sleeves of his hoodie.
"Mmm, so good," Kihyun smiles, taking the treat out with a wet pop to dangle it in front of Minhyuk's face, voice saccharine sweet when he asks Minhyuk if he wants some. "Say aaah," he sing-songs, enjoying the way the tips of Minhyuk's ears turn bright red.
