OH HOLD holiday || svt

八

the following will just be a light-hearted section of the boys going down to the resort's arcade room and low-key killing each other hehehehe

"what the- you fucking cheated!!" jihoon protested as he hit the steering wheel with his fist and kicked the machine. soonyoung and jihoon were competing each other in arcade games, in their case, they were playing virtual vehicle racing; jihoon had lost to soonyoung for the fourth time.

soonyoung shook his head nonchalantly. "nope, i didn't cheat. you just have short limbs." soonyoung smiled gummily and stuck out his tongue. "son of a- no i do not have short limbs! stop saying that!" soonyoung shrugs. "come on jihoon, just admit that you have short limbs, i won't judge you." jihoon gritted his teeth in anger. "soonyoung you fucking piece of-" "or you could just admit that you're short." soonyoung added finally, sticking his lips out, gosh making fun of jihoon was now his newfound hobby.

"i swear to baby jesus i will smack your head with my guitar once we're back at the suite." jihoon threateningly hisses, holding up his fist. soonyoung giggled and snorted. "sure, if you can even reach my head."

"kWON sOON yO-"

"awh don't worry, i still love you."

"table hockey? ha! i'll win you for sure!" mingyu boasted, shaking his head in arrogance at wonwoo. wonwoo rolled his eyes in disapproval. "whatever, just hand over the puck and i'll start- MINGYU!" mingyu wasn't listening and he had already aimed and hit the puck into his goal with a loud flimsy screech of plastic echoing through the already noisy arcade room.

"told ya i'd win." mingyu remarked smugly as he smirked and blew imaginary dust away from his hand. "mingyu, the game hasn't even started." wonwoo stated, pointing to the empty score meter, which blared a red '0' in each player's score board. mingyu looked at wonwoo uneasily. "so uh, that didn't count, did it?" wonwoo narrowed his eyes. "no shit."

"you gotta be tall, you know," seokmin teased, aiming the basketball directly at the hoop, which perfectly went through. "or else you'll find difficulty shooting the ball." chan rolls his eyes and ruffles his marshmallow pink hair. "i'm short, but i'm not that short, hyung." chan stated intimidatingly, glaring daggers at seokmin. seokmin on the other hand wasn't so faltered by the younger boy's remark.

seokmin smiled widely and handed the ball to chan and nodded his head. "you try it then." chan batted his eyes, staring at the ball as if it were a contagious disease. "i- what am i supposed to do again?" chan asked, puzzled. seokmin laughed brightly, ruffling the younger boy's hair. "shoot the ball, if you miss then you're treating all thirteen of us to the most expensive drink from the restaurant." chan gawked. what? the most expensive drink? for all thirteen of the boys? chan knew that if he wanted to save his wallet, he was going to have to give it his all.

"go on chan, hyung will be rooting for you!!" seokmin cheered enthusiastically, clapping his hands. chan squeezed his eyes shut and threw the ball, a cold chill running down his spine as he felt the ball leave the touch of his fingers. chan kept his eyes squeezed shut as he heard the basketball thump onto the platform. he scored didn't he? yeah sure, maybe he did scor-

"UWAHHHHHHHH!!!! GUYS! FREE CHOCO COCONUT FRAPPE FOR US LATERRRRRRR!!!" seokmin screamed.

fuck no, he didn't score.

minghao eyed junhui. junhui did the same. what was going on between them was intense and competitive, if one of them loses unwillingly, a set punishment would await them. "one," minghao hissed, narrowing his eyes further. "two," junhui continued, turning his attention to the large machine in front of him. minghao did the same with his machine and narrowed his eyes, nodding his head to give the signal. "three!" the two chinese boys shouted at minghao's cue, and the war was on.

"come on! come on!" junhui muttered nervously, his slender fingers gripping onto a contraption of the machine. "I WIN!" stunned, junhui turned to minghao, who had already won the game, holding a pink stuffed bear. "I WIN I WIN! I. FREAKING. WIN!" minghao screamed. junhui squeezed his eyes shut and frowned. shit.

the boys were playing with the claw machines which contained lots of adorable stuffed toys and candy, and the first person who catches something wins. "no way! how'd you do that? that was way too fast!!" junhui ran his hand through his already sweat-drenched hair, exasperated. "did you cheat???" minghao smirked and shook his head. "no. i just told you, i'm really really good at claw machines, derp." junhui knew he was doomed. absolutely doomed. "okay, now time for the punishment. hm, let me change it a little since i won." minghao tapped his chin and thought.

"please minghao, please go easy on me, i really really really want a lenient punishment." junhui begged, clasping his palms together.

minghao nodded his head slowly. "okay, treat me to a foot massage tomorrow." junhui's jaw dropped. "wha? wasn't the initial punishment to be dunked in ice?" minghao nodded. "then i rather get dunked in ice than to give you a foot massage." junhui complained, folding his arms.

vernon and seungcheol watched impatiently as seungkwan's fingers trembled over the green button. seungkwan had been hesitating to press the button for what had seemed liked decades. "come on, seungkwan. it's a just a button. just press it." vernon sighed, massaging his temples. seungkwan shook his head seriously and narrowed his eyes at the machine. "it's the button that will decide what prize i win, and i swear, i really want that microphone set."

"i- seungkwan! press it! there's a fucking time limit!" seungcheol pressed on the younger boy, glancing at vernon nervously. seungkwan was persistent and shook his head firmly. "i'm not gonna- HYUNG!!" seungcheol had shoved seungkwan's hand away and he slammed the green button himself.

seungkwan's yelp turned into a scream, which was practically inaudible because of the noisy arcade, and the younger blonde sank onto the floor and wailed. vernon sighed and patted his older friend's shoulder. "that's okay, seungkwan. no matter what prize you get, it-" seungcheol then interrupted by gasping extremely loudly and dramatically, and he pointed to the game machine. "WHAT THE- YAH YAH YAH! HE WON A FREAKING GAME CONSOLE!"

"so um, i have to ride this don't i?" joshua gulped at the scary looking horror booth in front of him, gripping his cross necklace tightly in his palm. "not alone, that is. we'll ride it together. i love rides like these!" jeonghan cheered, pulling joshua into the booth. "wish i could say the same..." joshua sighed and muttered.

two minutes into the ride, for jeonghan it was just plain old plain old, where the lead shooter and his partner venture around the house in search of ghosts and monsters and whatnot. there weren't any jump-scares yet or anything because the game hasn't even started, there were a few sickening moans and a bit of vibration in the seat, which was exciting the older boy.

"AGH! WHAT WAS THAT?!" joshua yelped as he kicked his legs up and onto jeonghan's thighs, his whole body trembling in fear. joshua quickly clutched onto jeonghan's body and he buried his head into jeonghan's wide shoulder. "it was nothing, shua. the seat was just vibrating and there's an all-surround sound effect feature-" joshua's head popped out from jeonghan's shoulder, and his reaction was priceless. "THE SEAT THAT WE'RE SITTING ON CAN MOVE??? IT'S HAUNTED???" jeonghan mentally face-palmed himself. "well no, it-"

joshua clutched jeonghan's arm again. "WAIT AND IT ISN'T ALL SURROUND SOUND IS IT??? ARE THEY CALLING OUT FOR US??? HOLY- in the name of the father, the son, and the holy spirit, dear lord please bless..."

jeonghan sighed.

well this took quite a well because i was thinking up different scenarios for each of the ships aha... hope you enjoyed it though, and the next chapter will be out soon!