Hyunjin was out of paper. He was out of paper and he was in a very big mood to paint. He stared at the empty canvas-stand in front of him, wishing he had picked up that overly-expensive, extra large pad of paper from the art store, or that nice canvas he saw but thought he didn't need.

"Ugh," his head fell as he lifted his hands to rub his eyes in frustration. He had so many good ideas in mind too.

"Hyunjin?" A voice sounded behind him, and he turned around to see Minho standing in the doorway of his room, leaning against its frame. "What's wrong?"

The younger sighed, "I don't have anything to paint on, and I have so many good ideas. I haven't felt this motivated in a long time." He pouted. Minho frowned.

"Is there anything that I can do to help?" He asked, and eyebrow raised.

Hyunjin thought for a moment, "I don't think so, unless you can make a canvas appear in front of me at this very moment. I wish we weren't so far away from the art store."

Minho stood there for a second, thinking to himself, before speaking up. "How about body painting?" Hyunjin's eyes lit up as he met Minho's, his jaw dropping a small bit.

"That's actually such a good idea!" Hyunjin's eyes dulled. "But who would willingly do that with me?"

"Me silly. Why wouldn't I help you. You look like a kicked puppy." The younger glared up at him before exhaling heavily.

"Fine, I honestly can't believe you're the willing one. Let's go, it's couch time."

Ten minutes later, Minho was shirtless on the couch, the coffee table moved closer to Hyunjin, who was sat on a chair near where Minho's hip was. "This is actually perfect and working so well."

Minho smiled in agreement, looking up at the ceiling. "What are you thinking of painting?"

"Well," the other started. "I had some good ideas in mind, but those would be better left for a canvas. So, I've decided to just do a simple tree, or a really detailed heart or something. Or a cat!" Minho just rolled his eyes.

"I'm not big enough for all those things."

"Yes you are," Hyunjin teased as he poked his side, Minho flinching away instantly at the sudden touch. "Don't move much, okay?"

After Minho nodded, Hyunjin got to work. He dipped his brushes in all sorts of colours, swirling the colours around the middle of his torso. Minho hummed, he was comfortable, and brushes felt soothing. He could nap like this.

After closing his eyes and lightly dozing off for about ten minutes, he woke up with a sharp inhale. He felt the brush slip down his lower side, near his hip. He forgot how sensitive he was there.

"Whoa, good morning hyung." Hyunjin chucked when Minho flinched again, rubbing his eyes half confused as to what was going on even though he'd only be sleeping for mere minutes. "Ticklish?"

"Wh-what? No." Minho dismissed him, turning away. "Just continue your art."

"If you say so," he dragged his paint brush back to Minho's lower side, attempting to finish the root of the tree he was doing. He was again met with a violent flinch as Minho tried his hardest to not rub away the itch left behind.

"Sohorry! I can't help it." Minho tapped his toes lightly on the couch, twitching with worry. He wasn't going to be able to do this.

"Does someone have to come hold you down?" Hyunjin smirked when Minho's face fell in fear.

"No, no no, we are all good. I can do this," he inhaled deeply and close his eyes, facing back up towards the ceiling.

Hyunjin shrugged, a gesture he didn't see. "Well, just don't rub this away yet. It needs to stay on you until I've finished and gotten a picture." And once again, he continued. Minho gripped the blanket underneath it him, pushing his head back into the pillow behind his head and his feet into the arm rest. He was ready.

Or... not.

"FUHUCK!" Hyunjin jumped that time, but his brush stayed steady as he continued anyway, a smile forming on his lips at the sound of his Hyung struggling. "Hyuhuhunjin! Thihihis is sohohoho bahahad!" His head whipped to the side, and he bit his lip so hard he thought it was going to bleed. "Plehehease! Finish the tree quickly!"

Hyunjin just continued, paying no mind to the fact that his canvas was currently a giggly, squirmy mess. "AhahahAH-," he gasped. "Okay-okay, okAY!" His words gripped his throat as the brush moved along his lower stomach. "Okahahay!"

"I'm almost done!" Hyunjin sang as he painted the second last root, purposefully going over his bellybutton just to make him squeal.

Which he did.

"Hyunjin!" Minho grabbed his hand this time, glaring at him. He only realized he made Hyunjin mess up AFTER he did that, and his glare turned into a fearful stare.

"Minho..."

"Hyunjin- I-I'm sorry, I-"

"Chan!" Minho's face fell, and he immediately tried to scramble up to get away from this situation. Screw being a canvas. "Uh uh, where do you think you're going?" Hyunjin say on his legs, pushing the older back down by his chest, carefully as to not smudge his work.

It wasn't long before Chan joined them in the room. "What is going on here?"

"Minho let me use him as a canvas but he won't let me work because he's a ticklish baby." Hyunjin explained as Chan's eyes trailed to the brown streak trailing upwards towards his neck instead of downward like the rest of them.
Chan nodded, "I see... so you need help holding him down?"

"Absolutely!" Hyunjin dragged the chair over more with his foot, letting go of Minho's chest as Chan grappled with his hands. "Let's change up my work space a little bit." He adjusted himself so that he was straddling Minho's waist, and moved the chair so the front legs hit the couch. "Perfect!"

"This is so- unfair!" Minho struggled to tug down his hands, Chan's grip was too strong.

Hyunjin reached to the side to grab the rag hanging off of the back of the chair, dipping it into the paint water a little bit to wet it. "Now, you're lucky I can clean this up without having to wipe away the leaves. What you're not in luck for, however, is the fact that this is going to tickle. A lot."

Minho groaned in protest, very much tired of this already. He just wanted to sleep. "This is so stupid, I've practically sacrificed everything f-for youhuhuhu!" The dancer's arms tensed in Chan's grip as he felt the wet rag wipe over his skin, the dry side of it coming to wipe away the water left behind. "AHahah shihihiHIHIT THAT'S SO BAHAD!"

"Almost done!" The artist picked up his paint brush, going quicker this time because he had a better chance to get these roots right. He smiled at the way Minho tried to twist under him, his hips only able to move slightly.

"NAHAHAH HYUNJIN! CHAHAHAHAN, LET ME GOHOHOHO!" Minho felt the brush lift from his stomach, a happy sign leaving Hyunjin's lips as he admired his art work.

"Perfect, you are free to go."

"That was absolutely awful." Minho groaned, rubbing the mirth away from his eyes. "Next time, let's stick to face painting."

"That's fine by me!" Hyunjin grabbed his supplies and hurried off back to his room, and Minho swore he heard him giggling, the little brat.

Well, Hyunjin had needed to get his revenge anyways.