case 143 // seungin

chapter 5 | ᴡᴇᴇᴋᴇɴᴅ

-sᴀᴛᴜʀᴅᴀʏ-
seungmin's pov
we didn't manage to talk to the girl called mae in the end, but jeongin thinks she might’ve been sent to detention, after the prank she pulled in class on thursday.

oof.

‘too bad for her i guess. she sacrificed herself for the benefit of us all, the professor was sooo boring.’ i said jokingly.

jeongin glared at me, ‘how could you! law's my favourite class. but i agree though.. the professor could've been more.. lively.’

i stared at him agape, ‘law’s your favourite?? it's so serious and demanding. i was barely holding back my yawn when the professor wanted us to do project work… ughh.’

jeongin rolled his eyes at me, ‘you better be glad you have me then. in the first place, if you hated law so much, why'd you even take up this course?’

i shrugged, ‘maybe because of a… dare?’

‘what?’

‘i don’t know, my sister dared me to take law. she didn’t think i would last a semester in there i wanted to prove her wrong.’ i shrugged again, yet i couldn’t help but feel that taking on my sister’s dare was stupid now.

i didn’t even like the professor!

i groaned, face palming myself.

should’ve been smarter about my study choices.

jeongin watched me the whole time, barely holding back his giggle. ‘seungmin, you idiot!’

‘have you never taken a dare out of spite then?!’ i asked, glancing sideways at the younger.

‘pfft, never. i’ve always been confident in my course of study.’ he gave me a smug smile, hands on his hips.

i looked over at him, looking at him up and down before i thought of something. without warning, i stepped closer to jeongin’s side and tickled his stomach and underarms. jeongin broke his stance, doubling over and letting out a shocked laugh.

‘h-hEY, WHAT ARE Y-YOU-‘

i tickled his stomach again, and he fell backwards, laughing, not before pulling me down with him. we fell on the sofa, me landing on top of him. but he surprised me by flipping me over, cheeks red and a flustered smile on his face,

‘YOUR TURN!!’

‘wha-‘

jeongin attacked me with his fingers on my neck, my stomach and my feet. i squirmed around, trying to escape jeongin’s reach, but his hands kept darting around speedily, and he kept pulling my legs down. i couldn’t hold back giggles, and i could feel my body aching from all the tickles and laughter.

jeongin was relentless, and i desperately cried, ‘jeonGINNN, S-STOPP- I'M TICKLISH-‘

‘HA, THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR ATTACKING ME FIRST!’

‘OK OK, PLEASE L-LET ME GO NOWWW!’ i whined, begging jeongin to stop. the tickles were getting too much for me. my eyes watered as i continued laughing really hard, convulsing on the sofa.

jeongin collapsed next to me, his eyes shining as a huge grin was plastered on his face. i melted at the sight of his dimples appearing, and with his slitted eyes, he really reminded me of an elated baby fox.

i couldn’t help but murmur, ‘your dimples… are so cute.. i wish i could touch them…’

‘what?’ jeongin questioned me, not catching what i just said.

‘w-what?’ i stuttered, not knowing what to say at the moment.

oh shit, did i just say that out loud…?