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"You put that piece upside down."

"I did not."

"You absolutely did."

"I've built furniture before." You looked over the top of your phone. The shelf was, indeed, upside down.

You burst out laughing. Seungcheol narrowed his eyes.

"Why are you laughing?"

"Nothing."

"Y/N."

"Nothing, grandpa."

Silence. Dead silence. Slowly, his head turned toward you.

"Excuse me?" You immediately regretted everything. But only a little. "Grandpa," you repeated.

His jaw dropped.

"GRANDPA?". You nodded seriously.

"Well, you did say you've built furniture before."

"I'M THIRTY-ONE."

"Exactly."

"THAT'S NOT OLD." You gasped dramatically.

"Careful, Cheol. Don't raise your voice. Your back might give out."

His mouth opened.

Closed.

Opened again.

The offended expression on his face was so ridiculous that you started laughing harder. "You think this is funny?"

"A little."

"A little?"

"A lot." Seungcheol pointed at you.

"You better run."

You immediately sat up. "Oh no."

"Oh yes." The look in his eyes was enough warning. You jumped off the couch.

He stood up.

You screamed.

Then sprinted. ---"GET BACK HERE."

"NO."

"YOU CALLED ME OLD."

"BECAUSE YOU ARE."

"I'M LITERALLY YOUNGER THAN SOME OF YOUR FAVORITE ACTORS."

"AND THEY'RE OLD TOO."

"Y/N!"

You were laughing so hard you nearly ran into the kitchen island. Unfortunately for you, Seungcheol had years of idol training.

And unfortunately for you ,he was faster. A pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist. You shrieked.

"SEUNGCHEOL."

"Gotcha."

"No fair."

"It's completely fair." He effortlessly lifted you off the ground despite your dramatic protests.

."You know what happens to people who call me old?"

"What?"

"They face consequences." You immediately started struggling.

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

Then his fingers found your sides. The scream you let out could've shattered glass.

"SEUNGCHEOL!"

"There she is."

"STOP."

"You called me grandpa."

"I TAKE IT BACK."

"Too late." You dissolved into helpless laughter as he mercilessly tickled your sides.

"CHEOL—"

"Who's old?"

"YOU."

"Wrong answer."

"AHHHH." More tickles.

More laughter. More fake suffering.

Until eventually your legs gave out completely.

Seungcheol finally stopped and collapsed onto the floor beside you. Both of you were breathless. You glared at him.

He grinned.

"You deserved that."

"I hate you."

"No, you don't."

Unfortunately. He was right.---A few minutes later, you were curled up together on the couch again.

This time with your head on his chest. The abandoned shelf sat in the corner. Still backwards. You noticed it immediately.

A smile tugged at your lips.

"Cheol."

"Hm?"

"The shelf is still wrong."

He groaned. "Don't start."

"Maybe it's because your eyesight is getting bad."

The silence that followed was immediate .Dangerous. You looked up. His eye twitched.

"Y/N."

"You know, it happens with age."

"Y/N."

"I heard there are vitamins for tha—"

Before you could finish, he pulled you closer until you were trapped against him. You laughed.

"Cheater."

"Say one more thing."

"Old man." His arms tightened around your waist.

"You have exactly three seconds."

"What happens after three seconds?"A mischievous smile appeared on his face.

"The tickles come back." You gasped. Then immediately buried your face in his chest.

"Okay, okay."

"That's what I thought." For a moment, the room fell quiet.

Warm.

Comfortable.

Safe.

Seungcheol pressed a kiss against the top of your head. Then another. And another . Just because he could. You smiled into his shirt.

"Love you, grandpa."

His horrified gasp echoed through the apartment.

And your laughter followed right after.---

Milli says: This man would absolutely start a full wrestling match over being called grandpa. Meanwhile reader has zero survival instincts and keeps doing it anyway 🤚🏻💀

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