Summer vacation.

Minho's family and Jisung's family decided to plan a summer vacation at the sea together, dragging Lee and Han along. They never got along due to the fact that they hated each other's guts. The both of them realized, they were going to share a room. — Are you serious?! — Lee groaned. — Shut up, stupid, you are annoying, dude. — in response, Han waved his hands. — Stupid?! At least I am not the one with the height of a middle schooler. — He rolled his eyes. Lee smirked, towering over Jisung. — Is that the only retort you have in mind? I could think of way better nicknames to call you. Minho rolled his eyes and continued putting his clothes in the drawers. Jisung put my clothes in his wordrobe too and sat on the bed. — Why we have on bed? It's terrible! — Jisung remarked. — Don't complain. It's only for a week. Minho sat down on the bed too, sitting on the opposite side from Han. Lee was going to complain a lot that evening for sure. — It's 2 weeks. Our parents extended their vacation... — added Jisung. — You're kidding me! Minho facepalmed, groaning. He wasn't excited about the thought that he had to share the bedroom with Han for 2 weeks. — Uhm, no. Lee leaned back on the bed, crossing his arms. — Two whole weeks and I have to share the room with you..this sucks, squirrel. — Huh. — Can you at least try to be less annoying? I'm sure we could make these 2 weeks bearable if we at least try to get along with each other. Lee said and suddenly pulled Han's hair when he turned to look out the window. Jisung squealed in pain. Lee smirked, seeing your reaction. — I swear to God, you're such a pain in the ass- — Idiot! — Jisung cursed. — Don't call me an idiot, brat! He tugged at Jisung's hair again, this time much harder. — Ah! Minho chuckled at his reaction. — You are so easy to rile up, it's kind of pathetic. — Go fuck yourself, annoying thing! Han stood up and went to the kitchen. Lee followed behind him, getting up from the bed. — And there he goes again...always with the temper tantrums. — Shut up, dumbass, Minho. Lee stood in front of Jisung, arms crossed as Minho looked down at him. — You know, you're pretty feisty for someone so tiny~ — Just, y'know, go away. — Jisung had a rather calm expression on his face, even though Minho was really pissing him off. — Hell no. I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me for at least two weeks. He shrugged, a smug grin on his face. — Uh! Han wanted to leave the kitchen back to the room, but Lee did not allow him to pass. Minho picked Han up, threw him over his shoulder and spanked him on the ass, starting to carry Han into the living room. He carried Jisung like a sack of potatoes over his shoulder, a smirk on his face as he did so. Once Han were in the living room, he sat down on the couch and effortlessly set Jisung on his lap, trapping him in place. — Now, now, it's not nice to run away from me, is it? — Idiot! Let me go! Dumbass, Lee Minho! — Han struggled and screamed. — Don't be a brat, sweet squirrel~ Minho wrapped his arms around Han's waist, trapping Jisung in his lap even more. Lee used one of his hands to pull Han's chin up, making him look in Lee's eyes. — Can you stop with your incessant whining for one moment? — Take your hands off! Minho chuckled at Han's weak attempts to escape, Lee's grip on his only tightening. — Aww, cute. I don't think I will. You look comfy here on my lap. Jisung slapped Minho in the face and abruptly stood up from him. Han ran into their room, locking himself from the inside. Minho rubbed his cheek where Han had slapped him, looking at him with a blank, slightly surprised, expression. Lee got up from the couch and walked to the bedroom door, banging his palm against the door. — Open the damn door, brat. Han ignored him. Minho continued banging on the door, more forcefully this time. — Brat, if you don't open this door right now, I will kick it open. I don't care if it's locked. Open. The. Door. Han ignored him again. — You're only making things more difficult for yourself, squirrel... Han opened the door and buried himself in a blanket, sitting in the far corner of the bed and room, he was in a T-shirt and shorts, covered his head with a blanket. Jisung buried his head in his knees, pulling them towards him. Minho watched Han's every move as he buried himself in the blanket, a part of Lee was almost convinced Han looked a tiny bit cute doing that. — Are you going to pout in the corner and not come out, no matter how much I try to coax you out? Jisung's face was not visible at all. A sob was heard. Lee froze.