Get It Right | Kim Seungmin

Chapter 50

*this chapter just consists of 'fluff', feel free to skip*

You dropped your pastel purple highlighter on the table furiously, creating a loud thud despite its small shape. You were giving up. It was already the last word, and yet it was the hardest to find. Silently cursing the creators, you leaned back on your chair, groaning and stretching your arms as they've started to grow quite exhausted.

At the sound of your chair squeaking, Seungmin set his phone down (which he had been occupied with while you were doing some vigorous searching), walking towards you to see what the big deal was.

He loomed over you, resting his hands on your shoulders while taking a peek at the notebook in front of you.

Waiting for him, you looked up, admiring his features like you always did. From your angle, he looked heavenly-his lips were slightly apart, and his busy eyes were moving so quickly from left to right.

And just after a short while, he brings his hand up, pointing to the paper. "Right there, xylophone."

You shifted your gaze from his face, and indeed, he had found the word that's kept you on your nerves for the past ten minutes. Surprised, you scrambled for your highlighter, carefully painting over the word, and once you were done, you threw a small, inside celebration.

You heaved out a sigh of relief, a smile gracing your lips as you, once again, leaned back, thanking Seungmin as you did so.

Giggling at your satisfied look, Seungmin planted a quick peck on your cheek, causing you to giggle, as well.

"Took you ten minutes to find that?" He teases you, burying his head in the crook of your neck, and you playfully try to push him away.

"I like taking my time," you reply.

Seungmin laughed once more before turning your chair and picking you up by the waist, carrying over your body to the bed and throwing you as if you were some object.

Your back hit the mattress, your figure sinking deep into the bed, and it sank one more time when Seungmin decided to jump on and hover over you.

Both of your laughters and giggles echoed around the room, bouncing back and forth the walls.

"Happy, now?" He asks, referring to having completed the word search.

"Yeah. Thanks, dude," you answer back, entangling your hands in his hair when he suddenly quirks his head up, looking at you somewhat differently.

"D-Dude?"

"Oh," you only realize.

"I meant Min," you try to cover it up, but obviously, it didn't work.

"Those aren't even close."

"Yeah, I know," you admit, shyly curling in out of embarrassment. "Whoops."

He looked at you a little uneasily for a moment, pursing his lips and knitting his eyebrows together. But after a second, he shrugged, not really wanting to be offended by an honest slip of words.

"Oh, well."

He deadpans, letting his body loosen up and fall right on top of you, and you grunt at the heavy weight.

But you didn't mind, simply trapping his neck in between your arms as he breathed out occasional sighs. You both stayed there, not really wanting to move, but just wanting to admire the golden moment.

"What shampoo do you use?" He asks, and you could feel him sniffing behind your ear, making you chuckle.

Unwrapping your arms, you placed one on his lower back, slowly rubbing it in a soothing manner while your other arm went to play with his soft locks.