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Some days Jongho is really prickly. Be it the fact that he is the youngest or maybe that he is still going through puberty; nevertheless, he oftentimes finds himself filled with destructive levels of energy with no outlet. Usually this energy morphs into rough, playful hits he aims at the 99 line; more specifically at Wooyoung and Mingi. And on occasion Yunho. Never Yeosang or San. There are just some things that Jongho doesn’t want to deal with. Mainly the fact that Yeosang would rat him out to Seonghwa quicker than lightening and San would pout for days (and Jongho just can’t deal with that).
So, Jongho is usually bickering with the 99 line most days. Occasionally, his energy is released through other, non-violent methods. Dancing, singing, breaking fruit with his bare hands. The usual.
Sometimes his energy gets slightly misdirected and he ends up showing off his strength by picking up his hyungs. His targets as of late are San and Seonghwa, just because he likes to witness how flustered they get. However, his favorite hyung to show off his strength to is none other than his leader, Hongjoong.
“Yah! Jongho-ah, what are you doing?!” Hongjoong yelps as the maknae comes up from behind and wraps strong arms around him, squeezing just shy of too tight. With little effort, the younger easily lifts the leader off his feet. Hongjoong dangles helplessly as the maknae forcibly removes him from the kitchen, where he had been in front of the coffee machine ready to make his fifth cup of the day.
“Sorry hyung, but Seonghwa-hyung said if any of us saw you making another cup of coffee that we should stop you.” Jongho informs him. Hongjoong lefts out a huff as he can hear the smile coming through the younger man’s words.
“Alright alright, I get it! Put me down now please.” The older man grouches, knowing that if their eldest hyung gave the order then there is no fighting against it. He would rather lock himself inside his studio than have to face an angry Seonghwa.
Jongho hums as though in deep thought. “Nah,” he says and carries an indignant Hongjoong over to the living room couch. He not so gently deposits his leader onto the couch, dropping the elder just enough so that his body reflectively bounces on the cushions. Hongjoong lets out a small oof before glaring up at the smiling maknae.
“I am your hyung!” He growls, though it sounds more like a whine to Jongho. The younger man grins at him unapologetically.
“Oops.”
“I’ll show you ‘oops’!”
“Wha—”
Before Jongho can even get a full word out, Hongjoong tugs at his arm, pulling him down onto the couch alongside him. Momentarily dumbfounded by the elder’s display of strength because How the shit did he summon the strength?! Jongho yelps as his hyung decides to start a tickle battle against him.
Hongjoong’s wily, squirrel-esque moves manage to usurp Jongho’s usually fast reflexes and the younger can feel hands moving all over his stomach and abs. Those (tiny) hands gliding across his body looking for ticklish areas to attack. The maknae fights back but doesn’t use his full strength because he doesn’t actually want to hurt his hyung. After letting Hongjoong ‘attack’ him for a while, he finally gets the upper-hand again and uses his full weight to pin down his dear leader under him.
“Yah!” Hongjoong lets out before accepting his fate, surprising Jongho by going limp. The younger sneakily checks just to make sure Hongjoong is actually okay before settling down to cling to the elder man. The pair lay tangled together in a comfortable heap for a bit before Hongjoong takes the initiative to begin combing his fingers through Jongho’s hair, his movements more of a gentle caress than anything. The younger man signs in contentment and snuggles closer to his captain.
“Our Jongho is feeling quite cuddly, I see,” Hongjoong says quietly, giving a small squeeze to maknae’s torso with his free arm. The younger man feels his cheeks heat up with a flush, and he burrows his head further into Hongjoong’s chest. Despite the embarrassment he feels, he is happy to be right where he is. Rarely does anyone really gets the chance to cuddle with their captain, and he is not going to miss this opportunity. Hongjoong eventually stops his petting and lets his hand settle down against the back of Jongho’s head, resting there. They lay in quiet companionship, neither willing to disturb the peace.
Unfortunately, the calm is short lived. The front door slams open, startling the two out of their quite revelry.
“YAH! WHY ARE YOU TWO CUDDLING WITHOUT ME?!” Wooyoung shrieks before diving onto the couch and crashing down on the pair.
“JUNG WOOYOUNG!!!” Hongjoong screams, as Jongho’s body is forcibly pressed into his smaller one. Jongho grunts in annoyance and quickly rolls both himself and Wooyoung off their tiny captain. He silently mourns the loss of contact with Hongjoong and turns his annoyed glare at Wooyoung. “Prepare to get wrecked,” he growls and pounces the other, who screams as if he is being murdered. The two younger members begin wrestling and Hongjoong watches from his place on the couch, laughing loudly when Jongho squishes Wooyoung's face down into the carpet.
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