Yesung flipped the switch next to his head to keep the shields up in their small spacecraft.

“We’re picking something up on the radar, sir,” Ryeowook, his co-pilot, spoke suddenly in his headset even though they were only feet apart in the small space. He pushed himself back on his chair, quickly flipping switches above Yesung’s head. They’re eyes locked for a split second before Ryeowook giggled and slowly brought his arm down.

“Ryeowook?”

A sudden jolt of their craft knocked them together onto the floor, Yesung falling on top of Ryeowook. He hovered above him, “Are you okay?”

Ryeowook’s voice was small, “Yes. Are you?”

“Of course.”

The next second, Sungmin tripped into the captain’s cabin, falling forward and grabbing at the first thing he could; which happened to be the switches that were keeping the spacecraft hidden from the aliens’ view.

“SUNGMIN!” Yesung shouted and scrambled to his feet, flipping all the switches back to normal and raising the shields to full power. Animal style plush toys began slamming into the windshield, knocking the ship into another spin out of control.

“Ryeowook, stabilize the ship,” Yesung said urgently buckling himself into his seat and flipping more switches, ignoring Sungmin’s apologies, “Sungmin, prepare to fire back.”

Yesung turned from Sungmin running from the cabin toward Ryeowook jumping into the seat next to him with a look of horror on his face, “Are you ready?”

“No,” he squeaked.

“Well, here we go.”

The tent corners were falling apart around them as more stuffed animals were being flung at the chairs holding up Sungmin’s pink blanket.

“Sungmin!” Yehsung called. “Grab the nerf guns! This is war!”

“Ryeowook,” Yesung turned to him and grabbed his hands. “I have to tell you something.”

“What is it, hyung?” Ryeowook held on as another hit knocked the ship. Yesung could hear the cries of agony outside of the tent flap door and the soft “psh” of a nerf gun firing Styrofoam and suction cups at the enemy.

“Hey!” Donghae yelped. “Sungmin, STOP THAT!”

“Ryeowook, I—“ Yesung started, but flew forward at the impact from opposing artillery.

“NO! NOT MISTER FUFU!”

“YESUNG!” Ryeowook shrieked and fell onto floor from the rocking in the ship and crawled to where Yesung’s still form lay. “No….no.”

Eunhyuk’s wail could be heard above the Sungmin and Donghae’s fighting over the nerf gun, “GIVE ME BACK MY CANDY!”

Ryeowook cradled Yesung’s head in his lap and brushed away the debris and candy wrappers covering his body.

“R-ryeowook,” Yesung coughed.

“Yes?”

“Ryeowook.”

“Yes, I’m here.”

Yesung coughed again and opened his eyes fleetingly, “Don’t eat the licorice.”

Ryeowook’s eyebrows drew together, looking confused at Yesung’s strange comment. “Why not?” He asked pouting slightly, because licorice was his favorite candy.

“I-It belongs to…” Yesung started to stutter, but was cut of as yet another plush toy flew through the air into the side of the tent pulling the first blanket down right into his face.

“No!” Sungmin screamed in anguish, “The Aliens are infiltrating the ship!”

Ryeowook looked absolutely terrified as Donghae bolted into the tent and tackled Sungmin.

“I guess…this is the end?” Yesung closed his eyes and sighed.

“No…” Ryeowook said, hugging Yesung tightly, his lip quivering, “don’t give up…” Ryeowook’s eyes began to water.

“Give me my candy back!” Donghae yelled at Sungmin as they wrestled across the floor knocking one of the supports for the tent down causing yet another blanket to fall on top of them.

“The ship is being destroyed!” Sungmin yelled helplessly as Donghae pinned him down securely to the floor.

“This can’t be happening…” Ryeowook sniffed nuzzling his head into Yesung’s shoulder.

Yesung coughed and with all his might whispered, “Ryeowook, I have to tell you something else…”

More of Sungmin’s screams filled the air, as Donghae began his torture technique; Tickle Torture.

“STOP!” Sungmin giggled painfully, “WE” giggle, “Will Ne—“ more giggles “Never give up this ship!” Sungmin squeezed his eyes shut tight gritting his teeth trying to resist the urge to laugh.

“Just say what you need to say already!” Ryeowook told Yesung impatiently through tears.

“I’ve always…” Yesung said staring deeply into Ryeowook’s dark eyes.

“Yes, Yesung…?” Ryeowook asked leaning in closer.

Triumphant laughter filled the living room as Eunhyuk tossed the final plushy bunny at the almost destroyed ship, knocking the last chair down. A jolt was sent through the ship once again knocking everyone down to the floor. Sungmin’s pink blanket fluttered to the floor, and then there was silence. Absolute stillness.

The battlefield was quiet, and the aftermath of the battle was absolutely devastating. As it seemed to be Eunhyuk was the only survivor…

Wait! There was movement coming from under the blankets.

Donghae and Sungmin pulled themselves out from under the debris, coughing and hacking, still glaring at each other.

“You lost!” Donghae said brushing the dust, lint and candy wrappers from off of his shirt.

“Oh fine…” Sungmin frowned, crossing his arms, “We surrender.”

“And where is our prize?” Donghae said holding out his hand.

Sungmin glared and reluctantly placed the giant rainbow lollipop into Donghae’s hand.

“Hey!” Eunhyuk complained, “What about all of my licorice?”

“It’s still in there,” Sungmin nodded in the direction of the tent.

Eunhyuk ran over to the ruins of the once fully operational space ship and started searching through the tangled up blankets.

“Hey,” Sungmin said thoughtfully, “I wonder if Yesung and Ryeowook are sti—“

A scream of disgust filled the air as Eunhyuk tossed the blanket, which he had just picked up, back onto the ground, “MY LICORICE HAS BEEN CONTAMINATED!”

Sungmin’s eyes went wide, and Donghae paused horrified at the scene before them.

Ryeowook and Yesung were sharing a particularly short piece of licorice, an end in each of their mouths slowly nibbling closer to each other.

“Aw! That’s so cute!” Sungmin smiled, and pointed at the couple on the ground.

Donghae looked at Sungmin disgusted.

“Aw, does Hae want a kissy too?” Sungmin asked puffing out his lips, as he chased him out of the living room.

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