requested by someone in 2020 /srs

this is 3 yrs overdue bahahah 

ngl this is weird. like the writing is weird 

semi-crack ig?? bc i can't take this one shot seriously 💀 

SKYLOR'S POV

I was resting by body against Kai's side and he was doing the same with me, the both of us using each other as a backrest. We were facing a tiny television that was the shape of a box, bulky and small, probably as old as Master Wu. I had no idea how the guys were able to fix it. It was probably Jay who didn't mind dedicating his spare time into unimportant things such as fixing an ancient TV just so that they had two in the monastery. 

Kai and I, we were playing this one game he was obsessed with since he was still going through puberty — he's probably still going through it, I don't know — Fist to Face but this was the latest edition, the tenth one. He could literally cry talking about "how far it's gone" and "I grew up with this."

I had no idea what the frickity frack is going on. I was chilling out, strolling here and there when suddenly this porcupine avatar did some weird magic that made me burst me like a water balloon but with red liquid. Paint maybe. Definitely not blood. Nu-uh. It definitely was blood. I found it beyond interesting that the age rating was 2 years old. Interesting.

"You're telling me this game is for two-year-olds?" I asked casually, going through enough trauma during my childhood not to be phased by such a gruesome scene. Life's good. Totes.

"Um, no?" he said it like it was the most obvious thing in the entire universe. Fools that didn't check the age rating. Kidding. Kai was not a fool. He was an extremely hot tamale that always succeeded in giving me diarrhoea. Okay, enough gushing over the fine specimen beside me. "It's twenty."

"Oh, okay, we're underaged. Fun." I was underaged when I saw my mum get killed literally a metre away from me by my maniac of a father. Joking. He didn't kill my mum. My mum died of natural causes when I was really young. Didn't know what disease though because my dad turned into a drunk demon going mad when I asked that one time, scarring me for life so I didn't have the guts to ask after that traumatising event. "How old are you again?"

"Eighteen."

"Hahahaha, you're such a baby!" I dropped my remote, turned around and pinched his cheeks, what was left of his baby fat, nearly nothing left. When I turned to the screen, GAME OVER in pixelated font flashed onto the screen with the words 'Kai wins!' written underneath it. "What? I could've sworn I had three hearts!"

"Are you really this bad at gaming? I killed one of your hearts a minute or so ago and the other heart a few seconds ago when you were too busy calling me a baby," he stated in a-matter-of-fact way, almost similar to his good, odd, quirky friend Zane. "And I am not a baby. I'm only ten months younger than you."

"A year is a lot."

"Okay, paedo." 

"Eww, shut up! You're only several months younger!" I exclaimed, absolutely disgusted by his disturbing comment. Omg, when did we start dating? Neither of us ever asked but we just were. No idea when we started dating. Probably some time around August two years ago when we were lovey-dovey on that stage after the Harumi stuff ended or when the first thing I saw when I woke up from being poisoned was his gorgeous face with that hot scar across his eye after months of not seeing him. Sounds like a Shakespearean tragedy. 

"That's what I thought."

I chuckled. He was annoying but he was my annoying. That sounded weird and cheesy but whatever. I love his annoyingness and him too but he was the exception. Other annoying dudes can eff off. 

"Up for a round two, loser?" he asked with a smirk.

"Remember when you were head over heels for me?" I smirked back.

"Still am."

"Kinda miss the days you were so eager to please me," I said, referring to the creepy and sometimes inappropriate stuff he did when we first met. For example, always staring at me (yes, I noticed), cheering me on even though we weren't friends yet (this was cute though), spying on me through a peephole in my room (he apologised a year later). 

"I don't anymore?"

My face was burning from embarrassment. Our laughter was that of a pack of hyenas on crack cocaine. Good thing everyone was out or else we'd be getting a lot of complaints. "Okay, round two," I choked out once our laughter died down. My grip on the remote controller was so strong if I lifted my hand off it, it left sweaty hand prints. 

Three. Two.

One.

Lots of boxing, violence, punching faces and kicking butts. After a few minutes of pain for our poor fingers and hands, a victor was announced. Kai won. I was so bad at this. So bad but he had been playing this game since he was in diapers so of course he was better than me but the fact the match lasted quite long meant if I had the same level of experience as him, I'd be a million times better than him.

"Sheer luck, my friend," I shook his hand. It was warm like hot chocolate on a rainy day, like a blanket on stormy nights. 

"Ouch," his hand shot to his heart, "friend-zoned."

"Bro."

"Eww. Incest."

"Remember when you thought we were related?" I started choking at my own spit as I laughed loud and hard, and his smooth laughter blended with mine after a while. He had confessed to me about it — thinking I was his long lost relative — a few years ago. 

"Don't remind me!" he exclaimed, his face burning to the color of his t-shirt, his body shivering in disgust. "It grosses me out."

"You're an idiot," I say affectionately, bringing up my palm to his jaw, my thumbs caressing his cheek. His skin was warm with a very tiny mole underneath his eye, and his eyes were warm with tenderness as they gazed into mine. "But you're my idiot." I slapped his face lightly, turning back to the screen. 

"Ow!"

"Don't be dramatic. That was a pat," I rolled my eyes whilst smiling. My face turned back to his face, my smile transforming into a smirk. "What? Did you think I was gonna kiss you?" 

"Yes," was his blunt reply. 

"Poor you," I cooed, sticking my bottom lip out. 

"If I win the next round, I get a kiss," he said, a smirk playing on his face. 

"That's hardly fair." 

"Okay, fine. If you don't beat your score, I get a kiss," Kai said. We shook hands. "From you, that is, so don't try to make Mr Benedict kiss me!" he added as if he had just read my mind. "On the lips. Deal?"

"We don't have to do this. You can just beg on your knees and I'd say yes." I raised my brows, a smirk on my lips as I laid my cheek on my palm, facing the touch-starved porcupine. 

He ruffled my hair. "No, kiddo. Good try."

"Um... that sounds wrong." 

 We grabbed the remote controls and began playing. Kai was more aggressive, determined to win, whereas I was as calm as a serene mountain. Why was he even desperate to kiss me? It wasn't like we've never kissed before. Anyways bestie... here's some tea: I got killed. Within a minute. 

"What the heck?" I said. 

"You weren't even putting in any effort. Admit it, you want my lips," he smirked, flipping his hair with his hand like a mermaid on a rock, as if his hair was long and glittery purple. 

"Not just your lips," I stated monotonously. 

"..."

"Kai exe has stopped working." And then I exploded, laughing so much and so loud and so intensely my stomach hurt as if I was in labor. "Alright, bestie, pull. yourself. together!" I screamed in a valley girl accent, clapping my hands once in every pause. "Or else no kisses for you, mister."

"Okay," he squeaked out. 

"Okay, close your eyes," I whispered, my lips so close to his so that he could have a taste of my fish breath. That's a lie; my breath smelled like mint and is fresh like the gardens in paradise. He obeyed my order like a loyal puppy. "No peeking."

"Are you stripping?"

"Brother Kai, get your mind out of the gutter. Open your eyes when I say so." Taking one last look of Kai, I tiptoed out of the room and then ran to the nearest bathroom and locked myself in there. 

"Skylor?! Skylorrrrr?! SKYLOR!¡!" I heard him scream from the bathroom. And then there were bangs on the bathroom door like how da frickity frack did this boi find out? "I know you're in there!" The doorknob was clicking as he turned it repeatedly. 

I opened the door. 

The aggression on his face melted into full admiration. The power of my beauty. One look at me and people melt into a puddle of goo. He stepped into the bathroom, wrapping his arms around my shoulders, and rocking us both back and forth. His hand caressed my hair, patted it, caressed it. 

"You're bipolar," I murmured. 

"What's that? Actually, I don't care. All I care about is your lips on mine baby gorl," he said in a low voice, rolling his r in 'gorl.' He pulled away slightly, his lips moving towards her ear until they were hovering over it. "Are you lost baby gorl?" he whispered huskily. 

I cackled. "I can't take you seriously."

"But you love me," he said softly, his cheek against my hair. 

"Unfortunately."

"So where's my kiss?" 

And then we kissed like there was no tomorrow. 

a/n - WHAT WAS THAT 😭 😭 

its so bad but i had fun. i loved writing this but i hate this oneshot. hopefully, i'll make it up to u guys w a decent kailor one shot next time. i have an enemies to lovers one in my drafts since last yr