𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐥 𝐄𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 || 𝙅𝙅𝙆

➷ Chapter Twenty ➹

Enough!

Grabbing my Samsung cell from the coffee table which was connected to my TV, I operated it to pause the movie because of was stuck in a chaotic ambiance around me, additionally since I had recently lost my remote control. Perhaps, it's pretty convenient and versatile to get aided by a smartphone.

"I'm not a baby!" I yelled out in frustration, "And I dislike being called adorable, either!"

The twins chuckled simply in response as if I were throwing some jokes around. The older twin shook his head amidst his laughter and before I could stop him, he stole the piece of one of my Butterfingers, promptly not relaying a chance and shoving it inside his mouth. My reaction just remained staring at him in disbelief.

"That was mine! You know, I don't like about sharing my things!"

At this point, I was absolutely getting heated up at their actions. Both of them aimed to hassle me, together by firstly ruining my movie moment and now, even stealing my snacks!

My reflexes activated, somehow as I swiftly gathered my snacks onto my lap and mentally thought to make a dash outta the twins' sight. However, Hobi Hyung was quick enough to snatch my packet of Goldfish, and Hershey's bar, and even managed to gulp down my leftover Skittles and Pringles.

Overwhelmed by a sense of utter defeat, a surge of offense rose within me. I stood up, flinging my snacks across the floor from my lap and those resting on the table, and bellowed furiously, "Go ahead and eat all of them!"

Absorbing themselves in their animated repartee and laughter, they brazenly decided to even lunge themselves toward my scattered snacks, all over but didn't get to realize when I pushed Hobi Hyung in anger, resulting him in falling down and latched my body onto Namjoon Hyung, landing both of us on the floor. More accurately, his back collided against the floor while I just defiantly seated upon his stomach unable to resist punching his chest in frustration.

"Oww!" Namjoon Hyung winced, chuckling out, "Get off me, baby!"

"Don't call me a baby!" I screamed, gripping his hair, with my fist but he only kept on, rolling down and chortling which only provoked my bitterness, further, "You both ruined my entertainment! Ate half of my snacks! You both are so dead!"

"Weren't you the one who allowed us to eat all of the snacks?"

"But you weren't supposed to just go for it!"

Namjoon Hyung tried prying my fists off me 'cause I tightened my hold since he was unable to control his sidesplitting. In desperation, he called out to his twin for assistance, "YAH! Hoba! Stop rib-tickling there, and get this muscular baby off me! He's gonna -- oww --" Hyung yelled out being hurt under my grasp, "--make me go bald!"

"Nope. Enjoyment comes first," Hobi Hyung amused with his body movements, captivating us and actively capturing our scene with his cell camera, "Besides, our maknae looks just too adorable to withstand!"

Once again.

Baby.

Adorable.

Outta the blue, someone entered the room and simply, I could hear his blank voice as he invariably tends to humor around with a straight expression.

"Beware the double bunny! Fear the double bunny!"

Taehyung.

"Kook, get off me!"

As Namjoon Hyung struggled, I felt a strong pair of arms go under my armpits in an effort to lift me away from him. Easing my fingers to lever from his hair and my clenched fist from hitting his chest. I whined out, nonetheless propelled to stand on the floor.