“expelliarmus!” jimin cries at the top of his lungs, charging towards a laughing taehyung with a rolled up magazine held together with multiple rubber bands in the form of a makeshift wand.

halfway across the living room, jimin trips over his own two feet and skitters off into the wrong direction, falling into a heap of tangled limbs on the hardwood floor.

“oh my god,” taehyung laughs even harder, toppling onto the couch and clutching at his stomach. 

“ow damnit,” jimin moans, rolling around on the floor and rubbing his sore hip. “i think i broke something.”

“i’m sure you’re fine,” taehyung gasps, shoulders still shaking. “weak sauce.”

“excuse me,” jimin shoots him a glare, turning onto his belly and stabbing his ‘wand’ in taehyung’s direction. “rudeness. i challenge you to a duel. there’s no way you can beat my magic stick.”

“okay,” taehyung snorts, balancing his own rolled up newspaper on top of his head. “mine’s definitely longer than yours. i think i’ll win.”

“nuh uh,” jimin staggers onto his feet, wiggling his outstretched magazine wand towards taehyung still resting on the couch. “i'ma win! up, up, up!”

“okay you’re asking for it,” taehyung warns, pushing himself off and falling into a fencing stance with his weapon, an amused grin playing on his lips.

“on guard!” jimin shrieks, throwing his body forward and catapulting towards taehyung who is charging back with equal fervor.

“stupefy!” taehyung bellows, leaping over the coffee table and barreling on to crash into jimin still moving at full speed. the subsequent impact is to the effect of two semi-trucks colliding into each other at eighty miles per hour, a confusion of limbs and moans of pain echoing throughout the empty apartment.

“god that’s the second time,” jimin whines, half of his body trapped underneath taehyung’s weight.

“ow,” taehyung breathes, writhing and jabbing into jimin’s softer body parts.

“oh my god stop moving,” jimin shoves at taehyung’s side, attempting to roll him off. “your elbow. it hurts.”

“mmm, pain.”

“i said stop,” jimin flails his legs, squirming his body to wiggle out from under his restraints. “get off.”

“no, i like it here,” taehyung grins, letting his body go lax and becoming dead weight.

“i can’t breathe,” jimin wheezes, struggling.

“so?” taehyung rolls around to readjust his position to pinion jimin firmly to the floor, smiling playfully.

“get off,” jimin whines halfheartedly.

“no,” taehyung ducks his head to place a kiss onto jimin’s pouting lips, hands pinning jimin’s wrists on either sides of his head.

jimin’s eyelids flutter shut, relaxing under taehyung’s body, the pain of their previous tumble already all but forgotten.

“i’d say i win this round,” taehyung mouths over jimin’s lips, rubbing his thumb in soothing circles into the soft underside of jimin’s wrists.

“not until i say it’s over,” jimin breathes, cheeks flushed over with a pretty pink glow.

the loud beep of the alarm being disabled from outside catches their attention, gazes jolted towards the door as it swings open to reveal a mildly surprised jeongguk.

“right,” the maknae automatically spins around to walk back out, but taehyung somehow manages to beat him to it, bounding across the entire apartment and latching onto jeongguk’s shoulders before he can make it out too far.

“come play with us!” taehyung drags jeongguk back inside the house by the scruff of his shirt, kicking the door shut behind them.

“no thanks,” jeongguk replies with a straight face, trying to twist away from taehyung’s grip.

“don’t be such a spoilsport!” jimin cheers, climbing over the back of the couch to glue himself to jeongguk’s other side.

jeongguk sighs out loud as he allows taehyung and jimin to frog march him to the room, surrendering himself to whatever antics his hyungs have in mind for the rest of the afternoon.