-Hi all! Im part of the tkl community of tumblr, and I'll occasionally post things- mainly just reblogs though! I am a minor, so my blog is still SFW, as I believe that anything NSFW can be extremely vile, and I know that not all NSFW things are. Anyways, I go bt whatever, but mainly she/her, and you can call me Ase! Ive also been a Stay since 2025! See ya :3
Hello! Im Ase, and I go by she/her- anything is fine though!
Im looking to start writing small fics for the SFW tkl community of Tumblr, so any and all support is welcomed! (I started on my old account, @sleepylee3 , and then made this one cuz I couldn't log back in for whatever reason lol)
I am also a Stay, so I might occasionally post little fics or dribbles about goofy skz stuff!
!!!JUST BECAUSE I WRITE THEM LIKE THIS DOES NOT MEAN I SEE THEM THIS WAY. IT IS SIMPLY A PORTRAYAL AND NOT MEANT TO DISPLAY STRAY KIDS AT ALL, THIS IS JUST A FUN THING I DO!!!
laying yourself across someone’s lap while they game, your head laying on one of their thighs and your entire waist on the other, scrolling on your phone as they mumbled gaming jargon you obviously didn’t get. Or maybe you did. Maybe you occasionally chimed in.
their hands begin to lower, one elbow resting against your shoulder while the other beside your head, fingers still pressing at the controller as half your vision is practically obscured.
I mean..this COULD go one in two ways..
1. You shove your fingers under their arms in the moment where they reach out to start another game, pulling THE SCREAM of all time and leaving them helpless since you were stuck on their lap.
2. The hand on your shoulder? Mysteriously wrapping around your waist and digging in, the game still loading in as no matter where you moved, the hand would still be there, thrashing like a fish out of water on their lap.
(based on irl experience) ☹️
every way that matters:
𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 1k
𝙖/𝙣: @sirloncelot-of-bananas surpriseeee!!~ anyways everyone i hope you like this one hehehe also i had to ask my friend for the gaming jargon lmao i have no idea what it means
happy birthday hyunjin!! <3 my first bias and my role model 🤍
The dorm was quiet except for the rapid click-clacking of Felix’s mechanical keyboard and the occasional frustrated “come onnnn” he muttered under his breath.
Hyunjin was sprawled across Felix’s thighs like he owned the place, long legs dangling off one side of the gaming chair, back pressed comfortably against Felix’s chest.
His phone screen glowed brighter than anything else in the room as he tapped away at some endless runner game, occasionally letting out a smug little “hah” whenever he cleared a new high score.
“Bro, you’re literally feeding,” Felix grumbled at the screen, fingers dancing across the keys. “Stop typing in chat and play the objective, you bastard.”
Hyunjin didn’t even look up. “You’re the one dying to the same guy three times in a row. Skill issue. Your fingers are so slow.”
Felix sucked his teeth. “Says the guy who can’t even beat level twelve of Temple Run without rage quitting.”
Hyunjin huffed. “Brat. You can’t even get a good rank in League of Legends.” He poked at Felix’s sides from where he was folded over the younger’s lap. He relished in watching Felix squirm side to side, lips tugging up involuntarily.
“Youhuhu bahahahastard!!” He squeaked. “Stohohop thahat!!”
Jinnie kept up the poking. Aiming mostly for the sensitive flesh beneath the ribs. Occasionally the sides.
Suddenly, the defeat screen flared up in red and gold on Felix’s monitor. “YOU HAVE BEEN DEFEATED” Stared back at him like a personal attack.
Hyunjin cackled, loud and bright, head tipping back so his hair spilled over Felix’s arm.
Felix exhaled through his nose. Slowly. Deliberately. He reached up, tugged his headset off, and set it on the desk with a soft clack.
Hyunjin still didn’t notice.
Not until warm hands suddenly wrapped around both of his wrists.
Not until those wrists were yanked upward and pinned together above his head in one smooth, practiced motion.
Not until his phone went flying—clattering somewhere behind the chair with a tragic little skitter.
The other hand was already moving. Hyunjin’s eyes widened in absolute horror.
Oh no.
Oh no no no.
Felix’s fingers dug straight into the soft hollow under Hyunjin’s raised arm, spidering viciously.
The first burst of laughter ripped out of poor Hyuniin, high and helpless and embarrassingly loud. His legs kicked uselessly, heels drumming against the floor. The gaming chair creaked dangerously under their combined weight as Hyunjin thrashed.
“NOHOHOHO!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!”
Felix just laughed—low, delighted, mean.
“What happened to all that big talk, huh?” he taunted, voice dripping with mock pity.
Felix’s fingertips found the spot just above Hyunjin’s hipbone, that one horrible spot that always made Hyunjin’s voice crack into the most pathetic giggles. And then stayed there, drilling in tiny, merciless circles.
“Awhhhh, listen to you,” Felix cooed, leaning down so his lips brushed the shell of Hyunjin’s burning ear. “So loud. So ticklish~. Thought you were gonna keep running your mouth all night, princess.”
”IHIHIM SOHOHOHOHOHORRY!! IM SO SOHOHOHORRY!!” Hyunjin howled.
“I thought my fingers were slow?? Now they’re everywhere.”
“LIHIHIX!! TRUCE!! TRUHUHUHUCE!!”
“No truces for brats who mock my rank,” Felix said cheerfully. He switched tactics—five fingers skittering up and down Hyunjin’s ribs in a fast, unpredictable rhythm that had Hyunjin convulsing, laughter going silent for a second before exploding out even louder.
He couldn’t escape. He couldn’t. All he could do was flop and writhe and shriek with laughter while Felix’s fingers ruthlessly hunted every weak point he’d mapped out over months of playful attacks.
He finally—mercifully—eased up on the ribs, but only so he could slide his hand under the hoodie again and scribble lightly over Hyunjin’s stomach.
The muscles there jumped and fluttered under his fingers; Hyunjin sucked in a desperate breath and let it out in another peal of helpless, wild giggles.
“FuhuhuHUHUHUCK!! IHIT TICKLES SOHO BAHAHAD!!” He wailed.
“Ticklish little tummy,” Felix cooed. “So soft. No wonder you can’t handle even one finger here.”
He circled Hyunjin’s navel with one fingertip—slow, torturously slow—and Hyunjin’s whole body spasmed.
It was horrible. Hyunjin decided that he must take back every bad word he ever said about Felix’s gaming. Clearly, he’s underestimated the wrath of the chick’s revenge.
”PLEHEHEHEHEASE!! I prohohohomise I’ll never mahahahake fun of yohohour rank agAHAHAAIN!!” He blurted.
Felix paused for a moment to consider. “Nah. You’re being cute right now. Why would I stop so early?” He switched tactics—suddenly spidering all ten fingers up and down Hyunjin’s sides in fast, unpredictable waves. “This is way more fun than gaming.”
“NOHOHOHOHO!!”
Every time Hyunjin managed to drag in a breath to beg, Felix would just coo, “Awhhh, what was that? Couldn’t hear you over all the giggling~”
The teasing and the cooing was almost worse than the tickling. Hyunjin flopped helplessly across his lap, wheezing out giggles and pleas. He knew he looked embarassing.
“You’re so loud,” Felix teased, voice dripping mock sympathy. “Gonna wake the whole dorm. You want them to come see how pathetic you look right now? All stretched out and squealing on my lap?”
“I cahaahahAHAHANT BREHEHEHEATHE!!—”
You can,” Felix said cheerfully. “You’re doing great. Look at you. So red. So giggly. My favorite version of you.” He brought his thumbs up to Hyunjin’s ribs, happily drilling them into the lower two.
Hyunjin squealed.
The sound was so loud and so undignified that even Felix startled for half a second—then burst out laughing himself, shoulders shaking.
“Okahay okay, you sound like you’re dying. That’s enough for the baby.” He lets go of Hyunjin’s wrists.
Hyunjin’s arms flopped down uselessly, too tired to even push Felix away. He just slumped there, forehead pressed to Felix’s collarbone, panting like he’d run a marathon.
“Youhuhure so mean…” Hyunjin gasped.
“You love it, princess~” Felix cooed. “I may have lost in the game, but clearly I’ve won in every way that matters.”
anyways please send feedback >.< i need praise and validation lmao
Also, kinda off topic but I don't think this person should be feeding birds processed food like that, cuz it can really damage their health. Organic nuts, dried worms and such would definitely be better :}
Actually it doesn't seem to be too big, from what crows I've seen (technically I've only seen one, and that was today funnily enough when I was feeding the rooks n jackdaws lol), but still, it may very well gain a bit too much weight like you said, if people keep feeding it processed stuff
Jisung was in hysterics. You’re probably wondering, “The tickling hasn’t even started yet! How’s he alreadylaughing?!” And don’t worry, don’t worry. I’ll make this plot short and sweet for you, so you don’t have to wait, dear reader.
Well…back to why Jisung was laughing so hard…well that was due to two certain maknaes making him pound the couch cushion like mad through his laughter. They had decided to provide their dear ace some entertainment…which was how this happened.
Hannie’s laugh silenced, and he covered his mouth with one hand as he squeaked, attracting the two boys’ attentions to their hyung stamping his foot on the floor through cute, squeaky laughter.
“Hyung…your laugh…” Seungmin stared. “It’s so cute!” Jeongin squealed afterwards, causing Jisung to sputter. “No it isn’t!” He retorted.
The two maknaes smiled evilly at him. “You know…there’s a way to prove it to you.” Seungmin grinned.
“Hmph. My laugh isn’t cute. I know you can’t convince me.” Jisung crossed his arms.
That’s how Jisung found himself giggling his head off when two hands squeezed around his sides. Jeongin held his arms down, content with watching his hyung laugh without doing the work of having to tickle him while holding him down too.
“Nohoho plehehease ihit tihihickles!!” Jisung pleaded, squealing when Seungmin moved his hands to his belly, spreading his nails along the taut skin.
“Stahahha Seheheungmin n-nohohohot thehehere!!” A wide grin spread across Hannie’s face, eyes twinkling with a gleam of excitement.
Seungmin’s heart swelled in fondness. “You’re too cute, hyung.” He sighed, now switching to his sides and relishing in the older’s squeaky laughter.
Jeongin beamed at Hannie, who was giggling his little head off, kicking out gently behind the middle. He knew he would get his chance soon enough if he waited.
“And what about this little button, hm?” Seungmin cooed, trailing his fingers around poor Jisung’s navel, earning frantic, giddy laughter along with strings of pleas that Seungmin ignored. Until one caught his attention.
“Ihim nohot even tihicklish thehere!”
Minnie arched his eyebrow as far as it would go. “Really, now?”
He leaned his head down, smirking at a horrified Han beneath him, who could feel the warm breath right above his weak spot.
“What if I do…this?” Minnie immediately latched his lips to the quokka’s belly button, a sensation Jisung was well used to. Jeongin held his arms in place successfully, Seungmin holding his thin waist perfectly.
Poor Ji threw his head back, letting out a choked gasp when another raspberry landed right underneath the sensitive belly button. But no laughter. He sealed his lips, face burning a bright red and hands curling into fists.
Jeongin and Seungmin were stunned, to say the least. “How…are you doing that?” Seungmin panted, momentarily losing his breath from the long raspberry he had blown. Jisung relaxed, gasping a little before suddenly digging his heels into the bed again as another raspberry was placed onto his tummy.
“Hmmm…get his knees too.” Jeongin suggested evilly, Hannie pleadingly looking up at him with his boba eyes.
“Hyung…c’mon we know you’re ticklish!” Seungmin groaned, grabbing the smaller quokka’s knees with each of his hands, smiling when Jisung immediately squeaked at the contact.
“We haven’t wrecked you here in a while, have we?~” Seungmin laughed as Jisung finally broke, loud cackles ringing through the room as he dug his thumbs into the spot.
“Stahahahahap!! Seheheungmin—NO—DOHOHOHOHON’T!!” Hannie squealed as Seungmin went right back to blowing raspberries, loving the wild reactions it earned him.
“Awhhh…cute!!” Jeongin chirped in the middle of the commotion, using his knees to pin the older’s shaking hands properly.
“AHAHAHAHAA IHIT TIHIHICKLES TOO MUHUHUCH—!!” Jisung cackled crazily, gasping with another choked cry as Seungmin targeted his v-line.
“I thought it didn’t tickle there?~” Jeongin teased, certainly not helping matters as Jisung’s face burned a dark red.
“IHIHIT DOHOES!! ITDOESITDOESITDOHOHOHOES TIHIHICKLE!! IHIM SOHOHOHOHORRY!!” Jisung pleaded, squealing desperately and kicking his legs frantically as Seungmin’s thumbs dug into the sides of his knees. Curse the vocalist’s multitasking abilities.
“How dare you lie to us?” Jeongin faked shock, joining by scribbling gently over the already wailing ace’s armpits.
The two maknaes only let up when their hyung’s laughter went pin-drop silent, voice unable to beg any longer.
“EHEHEHENOUGHH!!” Hannie squealed breathlessly. “YAHAHAHAHAH LEHEHET GOHOHOHOO, YOU BRAHAHAHATS!! I CAHAHANT BREATHE!!” He screamed.
“Okay, okay…poor hyung can’t take it.” Seungmin cooed gently, but letting up. He didn’t wanna make the older faint, after all. “Want a cherry lollipop?” Jeongin answered, and Hanji automatically accepted; he was starting to see a pattern among his lers handing him lollipops.
“You two…better run!” Jisung panted, and the two boys paled, racing from the room.
Hannie knew he never intended to get the two back; after all, they only made him love his laugh more.
""And what about this little button, hm?” Seungmin cooed, trailing his fingers around poor Jisung’s navel, earning frantic, giddy laughter along with strings of pleas that Seungmin ignored. Until one caught his attention.
“Ihim nohot even tihicklish thehere!”
Minnie arched his eyebrow as far as it would go. “Really, now?”
He leaned his head down, smirking at a horrified Han beneath him, who could feel the warm breath right above his weak spot.
“What if I do…this?” Minnie immediately latched his lips to the quokka’s belly button, a sensation Jisung was well used to. Jeongin held his arms in place successfully, Seungmin holding his thin waist perfectly.
Poor Ji threw his head back, letting out a choked gasp when another raspberry landed right underneath the sensitive belly button."
Jisung was in hysterics. You’re probably wondering, “The tickling hasn’t even started yet! How’s he alreadylaughing?!” And don’t worry, don’t worry. I’ll make this plot short and sweet for you, so you don’t have to wait, dear reader.
Well…back to why Jisung was laughing so hard…well that was due to two certain maknaes making him pound the couch cushion like mad through his laughter. They had decided to provide their dear ace some entertainment…which was how this happened.
Hannie’s laugh silenced, and he covered his mouth with one hand as he squeaked, attracting the two boys’ attentions to their hyung stamping his foot on the floor through cute, squeaky laughter.
“Hyung…your laugh…” Seungmin stared. “It’s so cute!” Jeongin squealed afterwards, causing Jisung to sputter. “No it isn’t!” He retorted.
The two maknaes smiled evilly at him. “You know…there’s a way to prove it to you.” Seungmin grinned.
“Hmph. My laugh isn’t cute. I know you can’t convince me.” Jisung crossed his arms.
That’s how Jisung found himself giggling his head off when two hands squeezed around his sides. Jeongin held his arms down, content with watching his hyung laugh without doing the work of having to tickle him while holding him down too.
“Nohoho plehehease ihit tihihickles!!” Jisung pleaded, squealing when Seungmin moved his hands to his belly, spreading his nails along the taut skin.
“Stahahha Seheheungmin n-nohohohot thehehere!!” A wide grin spread across Hannie’s face, eyes twinkling with a gleam of excitement.
Seungmin’s heart swelled in fondness. “You’re too cute, hyung.” He sighed, now switching to his sides and relishing in the older’s squeaky laughter.
Jeongin beamed at Hannie, who was giggling his little head off, kicking out gently behind the middle. He knew he would get his chance soon enough if he waited.
“And what about this little button, hm?” Seungmin cooed, trailing his fingers around poor Jisung’s navel, earning frantic, giddy laughter along with strings of pleas that Seungmin ignored. Until one caught his attention.
“Ihim nohot even tihicklish thehere!”
Minnie arched his eyebrow as far as it would go. “Really, now?”
He leaned his head down, smirking at a horrified Han beneath him, who could feel the warm breath right above his weak spot.
“What if I do…this?” Minnie immediately latched his lips to the quokka’s belly button, a sensation Jisung was well used to. Jeongin held his arms in place successfully, Seungmin holding his thin waist perfectly.
Poor Ji threw his head back, letting out a choked gasp when another raspberry landed right underneath the sensitive belly button. But no laughter. He sealed his lips, face burning a bright red and hands curling into fists.
Jeongin and Seungmin were stunned, to say the least. “How…are you doing that?” Seungmin panted, momentarily losing his breath from the long raspberry he had blown. Jisung relaxed, gasping a little before suddenly digging his heels into the bed again as another raspberry was placed onto his tummy.
“Hmmm…get his knees too.” Jeongin suggested evilly, Hannie pleadingly looking up at him with his boba eyes.
“Hyung…c’mon we know you’re ticklish!” Seungmin groaned, grabbing the smaller quokka’s knees with each of his hands, smiling when Jisung immediately squeaked at the contact.
“We haven’t wrecked you here in a while, have we?~” Seungmin laughed as Jisung finally broke, loud cackles ringing through the room as he dug his thumbs into the spot.
“Stahahahahap!! Seheheungmin—NO—DOHOHOHOHON’T!!” Hannie squealed as Seungmin went right back to blowing raspberries, loving the wild reactions it earned him.
“Awhhh…cute!!” Jeongin chirped in the middle of the commotion, using his knees to pin the older’s shaking hands properly.
“AHAHAHAHAA IHIT TIHIHICKLES TOO MUHUHUCH—!!” Jisung cackled crazily, gasping with another choked cry as Seungmin targeted his v-line.
“I thought it didn’t tickle there?~” Jeongin teased, certainly not helping matters as Jisung’s face burned a dark red.
“IHIHIT DOHOES!! ITDOESITDOESITDOHOHOHOES TIHIHICKLE!! IHIM SOHOHOHOHORRY!!” Jisung pleaded, squealing desperately and kicking his legs frantically as Seungmin’s thumbs dug into the sides of his knees. Curse the vocalist’s multitasking abilities.
“How dare you lie to us?” Jeongin faked shock, joining by scribbling gently over the already wailing ace’s armpits.
The two maknaes only let up when their hyung’s laughter went pin-drop silent, voice unable to beg any longer.
“EHEHEHENOUGHH!!” Hannie squealed breathlessly. “YAHAHAHAHAH LEHEHET GOHOHOHOO, YOU BRAHAHAHATS!! I CAHAHANT BREATHE!!” He screamed.
“Okay, okay…poor hyung can’t take it.” Seungmin cooed gently, but letting up. He didn’t wanna make the older faint, after all. “Want a cherry lollipop?” Jeongin answered, and Hanji automatically accepted; he was starting to see a pattern among his lers handing him lollipops.
“You two…better run!” Jisung panted, and the two boys paled, racing from the room.
Hannie knew he never intended to get the two back; after all, they only made him love his laugh more.
""And what about this little button, hm?” Seungmin cooed, trailing his fingers around poor Jisung’s navel, earning frantic, giddy laughter along with strings of pleas that Seungmin ignored. Until one caught his attention.
“Ihim nohot even tihicklish thehere!”
Minnie arched his eyebrow as far as it would go. “Really, now?”
He leaned his head down, smirking at a horrified Han beneath him, who could feel the warm breath right above his weak spot.
“What if I do…this?” Minnie immediately latched his lips to the quokka’s belly button, a sensation Jisung was well used to. Jeongin held his arms in place successfully, Seungmin holding his thin waist perfectly.
Poor Ji threw his head back, letting out a choked gasp when another raspberry landed right underneath the sensitive belly button."
Jisung was in hysterics. You’re probably wondering, “The tickling hasn’t even started yet! How’s he alreadylaughing?!” And don’t worry, don’t worry. I’ll make this plot short and sweet for you, so you don’t have to wait, dear reader.
Well…back to why Jisung was laughing so hard…well that was due to two certain maknaes making him pound the couch cushion like mad through his laughter. They had decided to provide their dear ace some entertainment…which was how this happened.
Hannie’s laugh silenced, and he covered his mouth with one hand as he squeaked, attracting the two boys’ attentions to their hyung stamping his foot on the floor through cute, squeaky laughter.
“Hyung…your laugh…” Seungmin stared. “It’s so cute!” Jeongin squealed afterwards, causing Jisung to sputter. “No it isn’t!” He retorted.
The two maknaes smiled evilly at him. “You know…there’s a way to prove it to you.” Seungmin grinned.
“Hmph. My laugh isn’t cute. I know you can’t convince me.” Jisung crossed his arms.
That’s how Jisung found himself giggling his head off when two hands squeezed around his sides. Jeongin held his arms down, content with watching his hyung laugh without doing the work of having to tickle him while holding him down too.
“Nohoho plehehease ihit tihihickles!!” Jisung pleaded, squealing when Seungmin moved his hands to his belly, spreading his nails along the taut skin.
“Stahahha Seheheungmin n-nohohohot thehehere!!” A wide grin spread across Hannie’s face, eyes twinkling with a gleam of excitement.
Seungmin’s heart swelled in fondness. “You’re too cute, hyung.” He sighed, now switching to his sides and relishing in the older’s squeaky laughter.
Jeongin beamed at Hannie, who was giggling his little head off, kicking out gently behind the middle. He knew he would get his chance soon enough if he waited.
“And what about this little button, hm?” Seungmin cooed, trailing his fingers around poor Jisung’s navel, earning frantic, giddy laughter along with strings of pleas that Seungmin ignored. Until one caught his attention.
“Ihim nohot even tihicklish thehere!”
Minnie arched his eyebrow as far as it would go. “Really, now?”
He leaned his head down, smirking at a horrified Han beneath him, who could feel the warm breath right above his weak spot.
“What if I do…this?” Minnie immediately latched his lips to the quokka’s belly button, a sensation Jisung was well used to. Jeongin held his arms in place successfully, Seungmin holding his thin waist perfectly.
Poor Ji threw his head back, letting out a choked gasp when another raspberry landed right underneath the sensitive belly button. But no laughter. He sealed his lips, face burning a bright red and hands curling into fists.
Jeongin and Seungmin were stunned, to say the least. “How…are you doing that?” Seungmin panted, momentarily losing his breath from the long raspberry he had blown. Jisung relaxed, gasping a little before suddenly digging his heels into the bed again as another raspberry was placed onto his tummy.
“Hmmm…get his knees too.” Jeongin suggested evilly, Hannie pleadingly looking up at him with his boba eyes.
“Hyung…c’mon we know you’re ticklish!” Seungmin groaned, grabbing the smaller quokka’s knees with each of his hands, smiling when Jisung immediately squeaked at the contact.
“We haven’t wrecked you here in a while, have we?~” Seungmin laughed as Jisung finally broke, loud cackles ringing through the room as he dug his thumbs into the spot.
“Stahahahahap!! Seheheungmin—NO—DOHOHOHOHON’T!!” Hannie squealed as Seungmin went right back to blowing raspberries, loving the wild reactions it earned him.
“Awhhh…cute!!” Jeongin chirped in the middle of the commotion, using his knees to pin the older’s shaking hands properly.
“AHAHAHAHAA IHIT TIHIHICKLES TOO MUHUHUCH—!!” Jisung cackled crazily, gasping with another choked cry as Seungmin targeted his v-line.
“I thought it didn’t tickle there?~” Jeongin teased, certainly not helping matters as Jisung’s face burned a dark red.
“IHIHIT DOHOES!! ITDOESITDOESITDOHOHOHOES TIHIHICKLE!! IHIM SOHOHOHOHORRY!!” Jisung pleaded, squealing desperately and kicking his legs frantically as Seungmin’s thumbs dug into the sides of his knees. Curse the vocalist’s multitasking abilities.
“How dare you lie to us?” Jeongin faked shock, joining by scribbling gently over the already wailing ace’s armpits.
The two maknaes only let up when their hyung’s laughter went pin-drop silent, voice unable to beg any longer.
“EHEHEHENOUGHH!!” Hannie squealed breathlessly. “YAHAHAHAHAH LEHEHET GOHOHOHOO, YOU BRAHAHAHATS!! I CAHAHANT BREATHE!!” He screamed.
“Okay, okay…poor hyung can’t take it.” Seungmin cooed gently, but letting up. He didn’t wanna make the older faint, after all. “Want a cherry lollipop?” Jeongin answered, and Hanji automatically accepted; he was starting to see a pattern among his lers handing him lollipops.
“You two…better run!” Jisung panted, and the two boys paled, racing from the room.
Hannie knew he never intended to get the two back; after all, they only made him love his laugh more.
""And what about this little button, hm?” Seungmin cooed, trailing his fingers around poor Jisung’s navel, earning frantic, giddy laughter along with strings of pleas that Seungmin ignored. Until one caught his attention.
“Ihim nohot even tihicklish thehere!”
Minnie arched his eyebrow as far as it would go. “Really, now?”
He leaned his head down, smirking at a horrified Han beneath him, who could feel the warm breath right above his weak spot.
“What if I do…this?” Minnie immediately latched his lips to the quokka’s belly button, a sensation Jisung was well used to. Jeongin held his arms in place successfully, Seungmin holding his thin waist perfectly.
Poor Ji threw his head back, letting out a choked gasp when another raspberry landed right underneath the sensitive belly button."
This is the month where we get to be who we are and extra loud too without having to worry about the homophobic and transphobic people (who dont get a month just for themselves 😝)
Since its pride month, get ready for me to be insufferable abt it.
yall can we talk about katseye more importantly geffen?
ok so katseye is a collab between geffen who produces ppl like olivia rodrigo and hybe who produces ppl like txt, enhypen, illit etc.
theyre both bad but id say hybe would be the lesser of two evils cuz if youve seen how geffen(who controls how katseye looks in not korea more specifically north america) dresses katseye its essentially underwear or like a nude corset and like pink panties(megans outfit) vs how hybe dresses them in korea its a huge difference.
anyways what i wanna talk about is how katseye is being marketed cuz what angle are they getting at in america like if its only cuz yoonchae is 18 now its sick but like id say the majority of their listeners are most likely young girls so why not push the sis angle where their vocals shine instead of pinky up type songs
A/N: it’s been a while since i wrote so if this comes out as garbage, umm, i guess attack me so i get motivated. IT’S ALSO SUCH A COINCIDENCE THAT A RELEASE IS TODAY LOL
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LEE:
Genuinely where do I even start.
His laugh is probably one of the most contagious in Cortis
He probably curses accidentally
Mix some English into that too
I definitely see him as someone who has their bellybutton as their worst spot 😵💫
He’s probably ticklish everywhere, but acts like he’s invincible until he’s humbled by his four hyungs
Terrible Lee moods he’s so bad at handling being teased sometimes
His smile is cute according to members, but that doesn’t mean it’s an advantage, he always expect pokes
He squirms a lot a lot I guess
Thoughts:
JAMES:
I would assume that James might be the one that tickles him the most since most of the time Keonho’s just being cocky and himself.
James himself will probably tickle him whenever he gets to.
Because we can tell that Keonho’s basically his kid
The scene has Keonho napping peacefully on his bed when the eldest member suddenly goes into his room.
“what-?” Keonho would mumble almost incoherently, drifting in his sleep.
“I came here to see you.”
“no go awayyy”
When James heard that he’d grin and stand at the side of the bed, “That’s how you’ll talk to me?”
Before Keonho could respond he’d already have fingers kneading on his sides. Keonho would turn his body, but that didn’t do him any good.
Almost a millisecond later, James would go again, having slight giggles come out of his dongsaeng.
“Did your giggles run out? I wanted to hear more.” James would demand him teasingly, having Keonho whine under his fingers.
“Hyuhung pleheease, I’m stihihill rehesting.” He’d plead in hiccupy giggles. James would smile, pat the maknae’s head and go do some other things.
He’d definitely get him back.
JUHOON:
Maybe it’s because of that one time where Keonho got too close to him but hear me out🥺:
I SEE JUHOON OBSESSED WITH GIVING HIM NECK RASPBERRIES OMG🫣🫣
Juhoon constantly got teased by Keonho after that one show. “Princess of Cortis” Keonho would repeat.
Wandering around the company building just to end up in a practice room with the maknae.
“Seriously? Workaholic.”
“At least I’m not a— princesss.” Keonho repeats with a cheeky grin, it’d had been the nth time he stated that.
“If you really wanted it you can just ask.” Juhoon told him directly and Keonho’s could feel the sudden burning sensation on his ears.
“What?!— no! Never—!” he’d babble of some sort, then accuse, “you’re just being mean!”
“I’m being mean?” Juhoon questioned him and chased him around the practice room, “you’ve been bothering me since that interview.”
“I—”
Juhoon had caught the younger’s arm with a smirk, “You what hm?” Then pulled him right back into his arms.
Keonho of course tried escaping, but he wasn’t really looking to escape.
“Do you perhaps want this?” Juhoon would ask and blow a raspberry on the back of Keonho’s neck. The maknae will shriek and scrunch his head slightly.
He’d kick slightly, and the older would continue, “Answer the question Keonho-ssi~”
“I don’t!” Keonho argued back, but he was met with another raspberry, and another shriek, “HYUHUNGG!!”
Should’ve never practiced with one, next time Keonho would stay with the group for sure.
MARTIN:
They literally have never ending “beef” lmao 🤣
Anyways, I see Martin tickling him whenever he starts losing the argument
The setting is after the pool scene when Martin held his nose and when into a 4 foot pool. And you can hear Keonho’s soft laugh after he saw a video online.
Martin, being curious, went to look.
“Martin thinks his 6 foot tall self will drown in a 4 foot pool”
“You actually did that?” Keonho giggled, since during the recording he didn’t pay attention, “That’s so stupid—”
Well it was obvious that Keonho was a professional swimmer, but he found the idea of Martin holding his breath utterly hilarious.
“I—” Martin tried to defend himself, then just started lightly squishing Keonho’s sides.
Keonho dropped his phone and squealed in response.
“That’s nOHOT FAIR! YOHOU ALWAYS DOHO THIHIS!”
“And it works!” Martin says while poked his fingers into the youngest’s bellybutton.
Keonho let out more squeals and shrieks as Martin poked and then ditched repeatedly, “AHAAAHAHAH- HYUHUNGG PLEEEAAASE!! NOHOHO MOHOHOREE”
The leader still didn’t have a response, but oh well, he had his sassy maknae under his control for a while.
SEONGHYEON:
Dude I can just see Seonghyeon also being a menace to his twin
They both tease each other so much 😫😫
Literally just imagine this:
Keonho just continuously teases Seonghyeon and annoys him and everything when suddenly he chose he had enough.
Seonghyeon would just storm up to him and push him onto a couch and grip onto his wrists, pinning him perfectly with his torso exposed.
The Maknae will yelp slightly, “Seonghyeon-“
Seonghyeon would have no words or mercy for the younger and scribble right into the soft flesh of Keonho’s tummy with his free hand.
Keonho would burst into laughter and already start begging him, “NOHOHOO WAHAAHAITT!!”
And he did suddenly pause, and Keonho would look confused, actually waiting?
Until that is when Seonghyeon pulls a little bit of his shirt up which makes Keonho turn red and immediately start begging again.
“Please please please Seonghyeon, I didn’t mean to, just NO—!”
You could already tell that the first poke landed.
Seonghyeon would have an evil smile as Keonho squirms and wiggles around, “You wanted for this didn’t you?”
“WHAT? YOU’RE BEING RIDCULOUS-!”
His protests will be dismissed as Sean would lightly trace the nearby skin Keonho’s waist. Then he’d dip his finger into his bellybutton and you can already hear Keonho’s desperate “NOOOO!!”and a huge smile on his face.
:: Ok that’s it I think, feedback, comments, constructive criticism, suggestions, and requests are welcomed!!
