"HEY!" I shouted when Park Chanyeol's avatar shot mine on the head with a shotgun, killing it. "Fucking jerk! Argh!" Annoyed, I tossed my phone on the couch rather forcefully before throwing my fiancé a glare. He's smiling widely, concentrating on the roleplaying game in his phone and probably laughing at me for not partnering up with him. I crawled to his side on the carpeted floor, but he cautiously turned his back to me after giving me a warning look.

"No—Go away," Chanyeol complains when I tried reaching for his phone. "Ya, Byun Baekhyun—Hey—!" He aggressively taps on the screen, firing at everyone and everything within sight. "Seriously, babe! Stop it," my fiancé whined as he went to his feet and ran to a corner of the living room. I followed outright, laughing loudly and making Chanyeol move away in an instant.

"I won't let you win!" I screamed as I started running after him, following him wherever—to the balcony, the entrance, the kitchen, even the bathroom. Park Chanyeol, however, does not really run though. He more like jogs because, let's face it, he has incredibly long legs. Rain joined the fun because I think he thinks we're playing catch in the house but Peanut just purred from his giant tower while watching us with an annoyed gaze. Soon, we found ourselves back in the living and the frown on my fiancé's face is getting deeper and deeper.

Chanyeol dropped himself on the couch in exhaustion. "Baek, I beg you—" he started to say but then, his eyes went wide and his jaw dropped, "NO! No no no!" he shouts as their team got defeated and the screen lit up with an exploding grenade. "God damn it!" my fiancé stared at his phone in shock. "We were so close! We were so damn close!"

I glance quickly at his phone. "Oh, you lost?" I pursed my lips to hide a smile as I sat beside him, shaking my head in fake disappointment. "Tsk. Too bad. I was so rooting for you, guys." I even patted his back lightly to comfort his dying soul.

Park Chanyeol narrowed his eyes at me. "Seriously, love," he deadpanned. "That was on you."

"Hey! Why are you blaming me?" I gasped, pointing to myself. "I didn't do anything. You're the one playing."

"But you were distracting me," he said.

I raised one stern finger to his face, stopping him. "Great players blame no one but themselves in every defeat," I firmly said.

But Chanyeol just got even more confused. "What the hell am I hearing?"

Laughing out loud, I took Rain to my lap and hugged him tightly. "Okay, Park Chan, let's play another round," I retrieved my phone from the couch. "This time, I'm pairing up with you."

"Hell no," Chanyeol shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest. "I won't play anymore."

"What?" I grabbed his arm. "Come on! I'm joining your team this time. Remember, I'm good with those rifle scopes," I added, wiggling my eyebrows.

Chanyeol faced me with that annoyed expression. "Why do I have the feeling that you will be the death of me in this game?" he mused. "I have the feeling you could betray me anytime. So, no, I'm not playing anymore, Byun Baek. And I'm tired, too—"

My phone notification pinged sharply, and Rain went bouncing off my lap. The notif was from the game app. "Hey, the team I joined a while ago is asking me to another game again," I beamed, slapping Chanyeol's thigh excitedly. "I told you I'm good with those rifle scopes!" And then another notification came, a friend request and a message. "And they think I'm cute, too!" I smiled widely, amazed. "I knew putting up my own picture on my profile is a good thing!"

Suddenly, Park Chanyeol snatched his phone back from the couch rather irritated. "Okay, fine," he sighed, resign.

I looked at him in confusion. "Okay what?" I asked.

My fiancé averted his eyes shyly, pouting a little bit. "Let's play another round," he mutters. "You're teaming up with me, okay?"

Giggling, I gave him a thumbs up. "Okay!"

Park Chanyeol and I are in the middle of another game when the elevator doors leading to our penthouse opened, revealing excited-looking and expectant Kim Jongin and Lee Taemin. But the very moment they saw us lying down on the carpeted floor of the living room with phone screens practically pasted on our faces, they shared a look that could only mean one thing.

"I cannot believe this!" Jongin whines, obviously disappointed. He and Taemin invited themselves on the couch, watching down on us.

Taemin grinned. "To be perfectly honest, you guys are the only couple I know who are this chill considering there's only four days left before the wedding—The actual wedding!" He started saying something again but the safe zone in the game got even more smaller so Chanyeol and I have to fight for our dear lives more fiercely.

"Come on, Baek!" Chanyeol shouted to the phone. "Up here! Use that ladder."

"Okay! Okay—Hang on—"

"Shit! Here they come!"

There's a lot of gun firing and grenade exploding, and our enemies attacked us with severe aggression. But Chanyeol and I are a fucking team so the next thing we know, we already won. We both sat up in unison and cheered loudly. "We won!" I screamed, high fiving my fiancé whilst laughing loudly. "We fucking won!"

"We did!" Chanyeol chuckled. "Did you see how we—"

"That's enough!" Kim Jongin shouted, hitting us both in the back of our heads.

"Hey!" I shouted back, making a move to tackle him. "What the fuck are you—"

Chanyeol looked at Taemin and Jongin, pointing a finger between them in question. "What the hell are you both doing here?"

Taemin gave him a disappointed look. "Dude," he started, shaking his head. "We're supposed to be partying tonight. Did you forget? It's Minho's turn to throw you a stag party."

I looked at Chanyeol with a frown. "You didn't tell me—"

"I didn't know, babe," he is frowning himself. Then he turned to Jongin and Taemin. "It's four days until the wedding. I don't think partying tonight is a good idea."

"But I do think partying is a good idea," Jongin disagrees. "Just think about the naked girls and the guys we invited to—"

"Seriously?" I stared daggers at him. "Right in front of me? Really now?"

Chanyeol looked even more confused and slightly annoyed. "Wait, wait," he started. "I didn't agree to this."

"What?" Taemin challenged, looking between me and my fiancé. "You're going to spend the whole day just playing some stupid roleplaying game?"

As if there's any use thinking about that. "YES!" we answered in unison.

Kim Jongin and Lee Taemin looked at each other again. "Fucking let down these two."