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laser tag🚨namjin

"Namjoon, why the hell are we at an arcade?" Seokjin asked, arms crossed in front of him.

"Seokjin, why the hell are you questioning my choices?" Namjoon responded before laughing. He grabbed the older's hand and lead them inside.

"Ever played laser tag?" Namjoon asked.

"No, why?"

"Come on, today is a day of firsts!"

"What-" But before Seokjin could continue his protest, Namjoon was already rushing them to the line for laser tag.

Honestly, Seokjin didn't want to play laser tag. He knew he would probably end up halfway carrying Namjoon out of the arena because he had injured himself. As much as he didn't want to, though, he decided to go through with it because he loved seeing the younger happy.

"You ready, Jin?" Namjoon, who was still holding onto his boyfriend's hand, asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be." The two of them laughed as they walked a room to put on their vests. After putting everything needed on their bodies, they walked into another room where they showed a long, boring, and useless video on rules and instructions. No one ever listened to them. Especially to the 'no running' part.

Once the video was over, the worker guided them to the indoor arena. They had about 20 seconds to find a starting place, so Seokjin took to the higher level while Namjoon stayed on the bottom. Seokjin just laughed to himself, because he had a perfect view of the younger, meaning he could easily gain points from his obliviousness.

The worker's voice then came out through the speakers, saying, "Your game starts in 3, 2, 1, go!"

And immediately, Seokjin shot Namjoon, ducking down right after do he wouldn't see him.

Namjoon heard his vest make a noise, meaning he had already been shot. He looked around to see who had shot him, but no one was round him at the time.

Seokjin laughed as he peeked back up from the barrier and shot his boyfriend again. Like last time, he ducked down as Namjoon searched for the shooter. He did this about two more times, but the last time, not ducking down fast enough. Namjoon looked up and saw Seokjin's black hair stick out from the barrier he was hiding behind. He smirked as an idea popped into his head.

Namjoon snuck over to the stairs while Seokjin was still hiding. He walked up and slowly approached where his boyfriend was. Seokjin then stood up to look for Namjoon, but he was no longer there. He looked all around under him, but still no Namjoon.

Suddenly, Seokjin turned around and gasped when he saw Namjoon standing behind him.

"Shooting me, huh?" Namjoon questioned, a smirk still apparent in his face.

"Maybe so. What about it?" Seokjin replied.

Namjoon laughed before inching closer to the older, moving right at his ear and gripping his hips.

"Bad boys get punished, Jin."

"We are not doing that here!"

Namjoon laughed again before attaching his lips to Seokjin's. The older hesitated, but eventually kissed back, placing a hand on Namjoon's shoulder.

All of a sudden, Namjoon pulled away, which made Seokjin frown. The younger pulled out his laser gun and shot Seokjin in the chest. Seokjin, being dramatic as always, grasped the vest that was blinking where he had been 'shot'. He dropped to his knees and reached an arm out for Namjoon.

"J-Joon, please..." He said before falling over on his side, playing dead.

Namjoon laughed before leaning down and kissing Seokjin on the forehead. Seokjin stood up smiling as the younger moved to stand beside him. Together, they shot everyone who passed under them, occasionally turning around to see if people had come to the upstairs part.

The worker's voice eventually came back on the speakers again, this time saying that the game had ended. Everyone made their way back to the room with the vests to put them back on the racks.

Namjoon and Seokjin ended up winning the game, earning a few groans from other players. Namjoon's celebratory prize was ice cream. Seokjin grinned happily as they walked hand-in-hand out of the arcade.

Maybe laser tag really isn't so bad afterall.

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i didn't really proofread this lmao so sorry it's really bad

that's not a good excuse because all of these are bad hhhhh
i just have sudden urges to write and im like FUCK YEAH THAT'S A GOOD IDEA LET ME WRITE THAT and I'll end up finishing it in an hour (usually @ like 3 am) and then read it again and think "wtf was I on" "let's publish it anyways" so whoops

love uuuuu

-m