You sigh.
A minute goes by, then two.
You sigh again, this time louder.
Still, nothing.
You roll your eyes, crossing your arms as your eyes darted towards the person who's causing your annoyance.
Your beloved boyfriend, Hongjoong, had been on his phone for almost the entire day and he hasn't even spared you a morsel of attention, in fact, as drastic as it sounds, you'd argue that he hasn't even given you a whiff.
It's frankly embarrassing the lengths you've gone through today to get his attention.
And it's not like you haven't been obvious about it either.
All day you've had your hands on him; on his hand, his hip, his arm, his shoulder, and yet, all he's done is smile at you, albeit a sweet one that had your heart turning into mush, but that's it.
For crying out loud, you even went the whole mile after dinner when you bit your lip in what you hoped was a seductive manner, laid your hand on his thigh and gave him an inviting peck to the corner of his lip.
And you know what he did?
He laughed, kissed you briefly, and continued to stare at his phone.
And that infuriated you.
You tiptoe across the room as stealthily as you can, creeping up behind Hongjoong who's on the sofa and wrap your arms around his neck, tilting your head so you can peek at his screen.
"Hey," you whisper, blowing a little gust of air onto his ear. He squirms.
"Oh, are you ticklish?" Hongjoong whines as he stifles a giggle, attempting to shrug you off.
Oh, not on my watch, Kim.
"Don't do that." You frown. But no matter, this won't discourage you.
With a swing of your leg over the back of the sofa, you tumble into it, landing ungracefully beside Hongjoong.
Slightly breathless from your brief adventure, you sit straighter beside him, your body turned so its facing him as you sit-crossed legged on his left.
"Hey," you repeat again, hoping for a more enthusiastic reaction. He nods in acknowledgement.
You huff, slumping your shoulders. You poke his cheek.
"Pay attention to me." You lean your face closer to him. "Please?"
Hongjoong smiles fondly at you, petting your head. You can practically feel the small flowers of hope blooming in your chest.
"Hold on a bit, yeah?" You immediately deflate.
Hongjoong has mercilessly tore those little flowers from you and stomped on them. His gaze returns to his phone. You cross your arms at him, the disappointment evident on your face.
"Whatever. You're so mean, Joongie." You bring your knees up to your chest, squishing your cheek against it as you glare at your boyfriend.
"Yeah, just stare at your phone while you ignore your lovely, stunning and gorgeous girlfriend who's sitting beside you at this very moment." Hongjoong laughs wholeheartedly, his frame shaking in amusement. He finds you adorable whenever you sulk when things don't go your way, this scenario for example.
"Babe," he tucks your hair behind your ear, "you're cute when you're angry."
"Don't tease me," you pout, though your heart is pounding from the look of pure adoration on Hongjoong soft features.
"I promise I'll pay attention to you soon, okay?" He momentarily flashes you the screen of his phone, where the familiar background of a battle royal style game greets you.
"Just let me finish this last round." You grimace as he refocuses his attention back onto his game, eyebrows furrowed in concentration and his bottom lip between his teeth.
No way, you think, this has been going on for too long. You're starved and Hongjoong is the only person who can satiate your hunger for attention.
In one smooth movement, you've maneuvered yourself onto Hongjoong's lap, your legs awkwardly straddling his waist and your arms resting on his shoulders.
"Pay attention to me. Now." Hongjoong flushes a deep red at your persistence.
"Wait, babe, I'm playing with the guys. Just a sec." You poke his side with your finger and he jolts, letting out a choked squeal.
"Now." You repeat the action and Hongjoong wiggles in his seat.
"Wait, no, stop! I'm ticklish."
Obviously, that's why I'm doing it. You grumble, changing your tactics as you leave a wet kiss on his collarbone. You continue your ruthless attack by kissing up his neck, occasionally leaving little licks and nibbles here and there.
Hongjoong makes little pleased sounds, soft sighs and satisfied hums yet still manages to play his game. When you bite down softly on his earlobe before soothing your mark with a lick, he finally breaks, giving into you, abandoning his phone somewhere onthe couch and gripping your waist.
"Babe," he whines softly.
"Stop teasing me. I'm getting embarrassed." Oh, you can tell by the way something stiff is poking your ass. You think it's cute how shy he's getting from just a bit of kissing. You scoff.
"We've done worse things." Hongjong burns a sinful red at what your words implied. No matter how long you've been together, he can never get used to that sharp tongue of yours.
"Oh my God, you're so dumb." You grin mischievously, leaning into Hongjoong, your lips parted.
"Shut up and kiss me already."
