He hummed in agreement, which you barely considered as an answer, but he was too caught up in his game to focus on a word that just left your lips. 

You pouted from the doorway, while at the same time also finding his upright posture at the end of the bed a little funny. To top it all off he had such a blank stare that you couldn’t decipher the difference between uninterest and concentration despite knowing the answer. 

“Hyojin,” 

Still he didn’t look, but you could tell he heard you as his shoulders visibly tensed. 

“Yeah, I’m almost done. That looks good, you should get it. The colors nice, mhm,” 

Your boyfriend was saying anything in response as he concentrated on dodging the green shell bouncing off the walls while also weaving to stay in his second place position. 

And usually you would’ve—and could’ve—waited until the round was over, except you weren’t feeling particularly patient with his antics at that exact moment, crawling up behind him and wrapping your arms loosely around his upper body. 

The phone in your hand laid down by the controller, whatever was on your screen was still visible for him to take a look at at any given time, though he didn’t notice, continuing to drive the animation… and you crazy. 

Usually Hyojin never ignored you, never even dared not answer a simple question of yours. He was competitive, you knew that, so, it must've been serious if he couldn’t even avert his eyes for two seconds, or hit pause to agree or disagree with you. 

What was this, the world championship? 

You laughed softly against his shoulder, pressing a kiss to it through his T-shirt. You turned the phone off, discarding it next to you, resting your cheek almost in the crook, but still able to watch the little cars zoom across the television. 

He let out a dissatisfied groan as he fell down another place, still not budging.

“Is that more important than me?” You joked, resting your hands atop his for a couple seconds, feeling the way they contracted and moved before he sped across the finish line. 

“No, never,” He finally replied, gently resting his head against yours, “But I’m blaming third place on you.” 

You lifted away, mocking offense at his statement because he had already fallen to third (because he ran into someone, spinning out) before you debated taking the joysticks into your own hands; opting to pretend-play over his instead. 

Hyojin turned to face you before you said, “Sounds like a skill issue.” making him scoff. 

Shrugging, he mumbled, “S-skill issue? As if,” 

You took his face into your hands, stating, “Baby,” and pressing an apologetic kiss to his lips during the pause. “You’re always number one in my heart.”

“I could beat you at this game any day,” He remarked. And, though you couldn’t relate to his eagerness, your competitive boyfriend he’d always be—despite it still being just a game at the end of the day.