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53| Competitive

"Come on, Kook, give me a chance," I whine and get pushed off the road yet another time.

"No way!" He aggressively steers his controller and keeps his doe eyes glued to the screen.

Surprisingly, our hotel let us rent out Mario Kart. I had no idea hotels did this, but I'm definitely not complaining. Since racing to the hotel room, we've gotten on the comfiest clothes we could find to get warmed up in while we play.

"You're too competitive sometimes," I finally get my car back on the track, "I'm in 9th place."

"And I'm in 1st." He smiles arrogantly, "You just suck at Mario Kart."

He wins the game again and I pout but he just looks over to me with playful eyes and pokes my cheek, "Cheer up, buttercup."

"I can't when you keep winning like this." I glower at him but he chuckles in response.

"Just use that competitive nature, I know you've got it in you," he pinches my cheek softly and I smack his hand away. "Would it be better if I just let you win?" He lifts a brow.

"I guess not." I pick up the controller and we start a new round.

We're not very far in but Jungkook still holds 1st place and I'm stuck down in 7th. I give up and put my controller down, I'm not letting him get first again, though.

I reach over and poke his side. He smiles and squirms away, "What are you doing? I'm trying to win here."

I start to tickle his side and he wiggles away more, laughing and trying to play simultaneously, "Stop it!" He giggles.

I move in closer, laughing at his struggle to keep himself in first place as I tickle him more. He brings his legs up in attempt to make it more difficult but it doesn't work too well.

The race ends and he's stuck in 11th place while I'm in 12th, "That was sabotage!" He yells out with a laugh and encloses his hands around my wrists, easily pulling my hands away.

"We're just being losers together." I kiss his nose and he frowns, narrowing his eyes.

"I've never gotten below 2nd place in Mario Kart." He stares into my playful eyes with his own.

"And now you've been in 11th. Isn't it fun?" I smile.

"Oh, you're getting it!" He warns and proceeds to tickle me.

I laugh loudly, squirming away and falling onto my back on the bed. He follows with his fingers relentlessly tickling me. I arch my back and try to push him away, giggling so hard that tears form in my eyes.

"Ju-Jungkook!" I laugh, "Stop p-please!"

"Never!" He proclaims and carries on with his merciless act.

I wiggle around and flip to my side but that just gives him an advantage over me even more.

Before I know it, I slide off the bed and fall to the floor. "A-Are you okay?" He asks through giggles and wipes the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Y-Yeah," I laugh breathlessly and just lay there.

"Awe, did I take your breath away?" He flirts and I glare up at him, trying hard to not crack a smile.

He reaches down and helps me up by my hands, guiding me to straddle his lap. His hands fall to my waist and I squirm a little.

"Did I make you all sensitive, too?" He flirts harder and I giggle, shaking my head.

He looks up at me competitively and begins to tickle me again and I involuntarily arch my back so our chests are touching, "Kookie, stop!" I giggle.

He kisses my shoulder and I pull away to sit up on him again, "Ah, but you're so wiggly today." He moves his fingers against my sides and I giggle again, "I wonder why that is?"