anyways this is the final part!! i'd like to thank everyone who has showed me support throughout writing this series and i'm so glad you enjoyed it!! i do hope i can get to the other members without so much delay :333
some honorable mentions to the people who have always been so supportive of me throughout this whole series: @sirloncelot-of-bananas @astrophile-annie @livelovestraykids @crystawaters97 @reginald-stay09 @minnielvrr @hetashi-takashimaya @asexualaerosmith + everyone who loved this series!!
Minho's world had narrowed to the dusty gap beneath the ottoman, his broad shoulders jammed awkwardly against the heavy wooden frame, arms pinned uselessly beneath his own chest.
His damn phone sat just out of reach, screen glowing mockingly with a half-finished game. Heโd wiggled. Heโd cursed. Heโd even tried rolling his hips to gain leverage, but the ottoman was a solid beast and he was thoroughly, humiliatingly wedged.
God. Hopefully no one gets back until I get out of this.
Minho spent the next twenty minutes struggling to find a gap to escape. It would be all too easy if someone lifted the ottoman from above him, but that would mean someone would see him in this position and Minho wasn't all for that.
Then the front door clicked open.
Jeonginโs footsteps paused. A beat of silence. Then the unmistakable sound of the maknaeโs bright, evil laughter bubbling up as he took in the sight: Lee Minho, dancer extraordinaire, global kpop star, face-down and trapped like a sad turtle.
โHyung?!โ Jeongin wheezed, dropping the bag without a care. โWhat are you doing under there?!โ
โShut up and help me, you brat,โ Minho growled, voice muffled against the floor. He tried to kick his legs in warning, but they only flailed uselessly behind him.
Jeongin didnโt help.
Instead, the younger boy strolled closer, still giggling, and without any mercy at all, plopped his full weight down right on the backs of Minhoโs thighs, effectively pinning his lower half.
โJeonginโโ Minho started, but the warning died in his throat as Jeonginโs hands immediately found his sides.
The first scribbling attack was light, almost playful, dancing over the fabric of Minhoโs shirt. Minho twitched, biting back a sound. But then Jeongin pushed the hem of the shirt up with zero hesitation, cool air hitting warm skin, and the real attack began.
โJeongin, donโt you dahahahare!!โ
But Jeongin dared. Oh, he dared enthusiastically.
Bare fingers attacked without mercyโclawing, scratching, digging thumbs deep into the hollows of Minhoโs sides. One hand spidered up toward his underarm (as far as the trapped position would allow), while the other raked down to the sensitive skin just above his waistband, teasing the line of his sweatpants.
Jeongin laughed, delighted. โWow, youโre loud already. Iโve barely started!โ His fingers danced faster, digging into the spaces between ribs, then skittering down to the sensitive dips just above Minhoโs hips. โThis is payback for all the times you tickled me during practice, you know.โ
โFUHUHUHUCK!! I diihihidn't do it thihihihis bahahahahhad!!โ Minho whined, forehead pressed to the carpet as laughter poured out of him. His whole body trembled under the assault. Jeonginโs nails were surprisingly sharp, scratching lightly in that way that drove Minho absolutely insane.
"NO!! NOHOHOHHOHO!! NOT THAHAHAHHAAHHAHAT!!"
โYouโre so red, hyung,โ Jeongin teased, voice sweet and innocent even as his hands destroyed the older dancer. โCute. Does it tickle that much? Right here?โ He dug in harder under Minhoโs ribs, vibrating his fingers.
โYES IT TIHIHICKLES, YOU FUHUHUHUCKER!! STAHAHAHAP!โ Minhoโs voice cracked. Tears were already pricking at the corners of his eyes. He hated how sensitive he was there, hated that Jeongin had figured it out so quickly. The ottoman creaked as he bucked again, but he wasnโt going anywhere.
Jeongin shifted his weight a little higher, leaning forward so he could reach better. One hand slipped around to Minhoโs stomach, nails lightly scratching in swirling patterns that made the muscles jump and twitch uncontrollably. The other hand stayed focused on his sides, squeezing and digging in rhythmic pulses.
"Hmmm, should I call the others?? I'm pretty sure Channie hyung and Seungminnie hyung would love to see this~"
โNO! Donโt you dahahahare call anyone! Iโll kihihihill you after thihihisโ AAAHAHAHAHA!โ
Jeonginโs eyes sparkled with pure, wicked delight as he sat comfortably on the backs of Minhoโs thighs, looking down at his helplessly trapped hyung. Minho was still panting from the previous round, chest heaving against the carpet, arms numb under his own weight beneath the heavy ottoman.
โI can literally make you do whatever I want right now,โ Jeongin said, voice sweet and dangerous. He drummed his fingers lightly over Minhoโs exposed sides, feeling the muscles already twitching in anticipation. "Hmmm, what should i ask for?"
Minho thrashed under him. "NOTHING!! Lehehet me go youhu brahat!!"
"I want you to call me hyung."
Minho barks out a laugh, this time not from the tickling. "In youhur dreheams. I'll never do it."
Jeongin shrugged. "Your loss." He dug both thumbs into the dips just above Minhoโs hips while his fingers continued their spidering dance across the ribs.
Minho squealed. The older dancer bucked wildly underneath him, legs kicking uselessly against the floor, hips twisting as much as the pinned position allowed. But there was nowhere to go. The ottoman held him fast, and Jeonginโs weight kept his lower body helpless.
โYOUโRE SO MEHEHEHEAN!!โ Minho wailed, voice cracking as uncontrollable laughter poured out of him. His head thrashed side to side, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead.
He was starting to get dizzy. The constant, merciless tickling on his bare sides and ribs made his vision blur with tears of laughter. Every breath he tried to take was stolen by another wave of giggles.
Jeongin leaned down closer, chin almost resting on Minhoโs back as he whispered, โJust say it. Call me hyung and Iโll stop. Or should I go lower?โ His hands slid teasingly toward Minhoโs waistband, fingers hovering dangerously close to the hypersensitive skin just above it.
โNOHOHO!! NOT THEHEHEHERE!!โ Minho shrieked, trying to suck his stomach in. But Jeongin only laughed and returned to his ribs, this time using all ten fingers to scribble and claw rapidly up and down both sides at once.
Jeongin slowed. "Go on. "Please hyung, don't tickle me""
Minho clamped his lips shut and shook his head. But two jabs and rapid scratching at his sides again forced the words through his lips.
"PLEHEHEHEASE HYUHUHUNG," Minho wailed in embarrassment. "DOHOHON'T TIHIHICKLE MEHEHE!!"
Jeongin finally lifted his hands completely, patting Minhoโs trembling back gently. โOkay, okay~ You did so well. Iโm proud of you, hyung.โ His voice was dripping with fake sweetness, clearly still riding the high of his victory.
He climbed off Minhoโs thighs at last and shoved the ottoman up high enough for the older dancer to finally pull his trapped arms free. Minho collapsed fully onto the carpet the moment he was loose, rolling onto his back and curling up slightly. His chest heaved, face flushed deep crimson, hair a complete mess, and tears still clinging to his lashes as he tried to catch his breath.
๐/๐ฃ: my second favorite after day 1 ๐ฅน๐ฅน i love i love i love
๐ฉ/๐ฌ: mentions of binge eating, rough tickles, traces, restraints, teasing, use of like one tool, minhoโs brain is so fried that he begs in two different languages
Minho slammed the dorm door behind him with more force than necessary, the sound echoing down the hallway like a warning shot. The day had been absolute shit from theย momentย he woke up.
The staff had completely botched his stage outfit, the seam on the jacket ripping right before soundcheck, forcing a frantic last-minute fix that left him standing around half-dressed and fuming while everyone scrambled.
He didnโt want to talk. He didnโt want to fake his smile. He just wanted pure, instant comfort.ย
So he did the next best thing: he raided the kitchen pantry like it owed him money. The lights were dim, just the soft glow from the range hood illuminating the counter.ย
Minho sat cross-legged on the cool tile floor in his oversized black hoodie and sweatpants, a half-empty family-sized pack of choco cookies open in his lap.
Yummy yummy yummy.ย
The soft pad of footsteps made him glance up, but he didnโt stop eating.
Chan appeared in the doorway, still in his practice clothes, hair slightly damp from a quick shower.ย
His eyes softened instantly at the sight. Minho, usually so composed and sharp-tongued, having the best resistance to sugar of them all, reduced to a grumpyย cookie monsterย on the kitchen floor.
Chan suppressed a stream of giggles. The sight was so unbearably amusing that he could barely hold it in.ย
โOhh, my grumpy baby,โ Chan cooed, voice low and fond, the kind of tone he used when he knew someone needed gentle handling. He crossed the room in a few strides and dropped down to his knees right in front of Minho without hesitation.
Minho groaned. โHyung,ย donโt.โ
But Chan wasnโt having it. He cupped Minhoโs cheeks with both hands, squishing them slightly, and started peppering kisses all over his face.ย
โLook at you. Sitting on the floor destroying the snack stash. Rough day, huh?โ Another kiss landed on Minhoโs eyelid, making him scrunch his whole face up. โMy poor Minho-yah. Let hyung fix it.โ
Chan pulled back just enough to look at him properly, thumbs brushing away a few stray crumbs from his cheeks.
โYou done being mad at the world yet?โ Chan asked softly, still holding his face.
โNo,โ Minho muttered, but there was less bite in it. He broke off a piece of cookie and held it out half-heartedly. Chan accepted it with a grin, popping it into his mouth.
Jisung wandered in, rubbing one eye sleepily, his oversized t-shirt hanging off one shoulder. He was clearly on a late-night fridge raid of his own.
ย โWow. Hyungs are having a moment,โ Jisung teased, voice still raspy from sleep. โShould I leave? Or grab my phone for blackmail material?โ
Chan laughs. โYou know heโs had a bad day, Sungie. Lay off on the blackmail a little.โ
Jisungโs eyes widen with delight. โOh right! I was actually planning on calling hyung into my room. For a littleโฆphysical therapy, per say.โย
Minho narrows his eyes. โPhysical therapy?โ
Chan grabs both of his hands. โCome on, Minho-yah. Iโm sure Sungie has some nice massages planned.โ
Minho lay back down on the bed. Already suspicious. He wanted to know why the other two members had wide, excited grins on their faces and what they had in store for him.ย
Before Minho could protest further, the two of them moved with practiced coordination. Chan gently but firmly pushed him down onto the bed, while Jisung grabbed a couple of soft scarves and hair ties from his desk drawer. Mainly things he usually used for styling but were now clearly being repurposed.
Minhoโs eyes widened as they started looping the fabric around his wrists. โYah. What are you planning?โ He squirmed. โUntie me.โย
Jisung handled the ankles with surprising efficiency, tying them apart to the foot of the bed so Minho was spread out in a loose starfish position on his back.ย
Not tight enough to hurt, but definitely enough to limit movement. Minho tugged experimentally, heart already picking up speed. โYou two are dead. I swearโโ
Jisung leaned over him first, plucking the half-eaten pack of choco cookies from Minhoโs hoodie pocket where heโd been clutching it like a security blanket. โNo more stress eating for now, hyung.โย
He set the cookies aside on the nightstand, then used the sleeve of his own shirt to gently wipe the chocolate smudges from around Minhoโs mouth. His touch was careful, almost tender. โYouโll feel much better after this. Trust me.โ
Minho glared up at them, cheeks already heating. โThis is not physical therapy. This is kidnapping.โ
Without warning, both of them pushed Minhoโs oversized hoodie and t-shirt up to his chest, exposing the smooth skin of his stomach and sides. The cool air made him shiver.
Minhoโs breath hitched. โDonโt you dareโโ
Four hands descended at once.
Minho clamped his mouth shut.ย No way no way no way.ย He wasย notย going to laugh that quickly.ย
His face flushed instantly, a deep pink blooming across his cheeks and ears, then spreading down his neck like spilled strawberry syrup. He twisted, trying to curl inward, but the ties held him open. Every nerve ending lit up under their coordinated attack.
Chan leaned closer, voice low and playful. โSee? All these tight muscles from today. Weโre just helping them loosen up.โ His nails trailed higher, under Minhoโs arms, then back down the sensitive sides of his ribcage in feather-light scratches. โBreathe, baby. Let it out.โ
Jisung grinned, clearly enjoying himself far too much. โHyungโs so stiff everywhere. Look at this.โ He switched tactics, using all ten fingers to spider-walk rapidly across Minhoโs exposed stomach, dipping into the dips of his hips. โThis area holds so much stress, right, Chan hyung?โ
Ohgodohgodohgod.ย Minho threw his head back, face approaching the color of a tomato, neck straining.ย
The tickling was everywhere: Chan focusing on his upper body, ribs, underarms, even the sensitive skin just below his collarbones, while Jisung worked lower: waist, hips, the terrible spot right above his hipbones. Their nails were relentless but never rough, just light enough to drive him insane.
Minho held on longer than they expected, stubborn as always, his grumpy mask cracking but not breaking. His cheeks burned hotter with every passing second, lips pressed into a thin, quivering line.
Then Jisung went for the kill.
โExtra therapy on the sides, coming right up,โ Jisung announced cheerfully, ignoring the look of absoluteย horrorย on Minhoโs trembling face.ย
He dug his fingers in just enough. Firm, vibrating scratches right into the worst spot on Minhoโs sides, that deadly area between ribs and waist.ย
He moved them fast, no mercy, while Chan held Minhoโs hips steady.ย That did it.
A loud, involuntary burst of laughter exploded out of Minho.โNOโNoohoohohohohoho!!โIt was quickly followed by helpless, bright giggles that poured out nonstop.ย
His grumpy face shattered completely. The tension in his expression melted into pure, boyish laughter, eyes crinkling, mouth wide open as he thrashed against the ties. โGAAHAHAHAHAHAA!!โย
Chan laughed along with him, soft and fond, but didnโt stop. โThere he is. Thatโs our Minho. Keep laughing, itโs good for you. Releases all that stress.โ
Tears of mirth pricked at the corners of Minhoโs eyes. The unbearable sensations flooded every senseโticklish fire dancing across his skin, the warmth of their hands, the sound of their fond teasing mixing with his own helpless giggles.
Jisung and Chan exchanged a quick, mischievous glance over Minhoโs still-shaking body. The dancer was already a wreck, chest heaving, face flushed a deep strawberry red that reached all the way to his ears, tiny giggles still slipping out even though the main attack had paused.
โNot done yet,โ Jisung announced cheerfully, scooting down toward the foot of the bed. โWe still have to treat the lower extremities. Very important for balance and stress relief after all that dancing you do, hyungie.โ
โNonononoโnot the feet!!ย Han Jisung, my feet are off limits, you little rat!!โ He tugged hard at the soft restraints around his ankles, but they held firm, keeping his bare feet exposed and vulnerable. He had kicked off his socks earlier in the kitchen and now deeply regretted it.
Chanโs hands returned to Minhoโs sides immediately, fingers digging in with that perfect mix of firm and feather-light scratches that made every nerve scream.
Jisung pulls Minhoโs right foot into his lap, fluttering his nails against the skin with no remorse, cooing as Minho threw his head back and wailed with laughter.ย
โI CAHAAHAHHAANT TAHAHAHAKE ITT!!โ
Jisung grinned like a maniac, fluttering his nails faster. โWow, hyung. Your feet are so sensitive. Look at how they twitch.โ He switched to the left foot, giving it the same fluttering treatment: light scratches, quick scribbles, focusing especially on the arches and the bases of the toes.ย
The sensations were maddeningly ticklish, like a thousand tiny sparks shooting up Minhoโs legs.
Jisung wasnโt finished. He reached over to his nightstand drawer and pulled out a long, plastic backscratcherโthe cheap kind with a long handle and flexible prongs at the end, perfect for this kind of โtherapy.โ
โNo.โ Minho demanded. Though it was weaker now. Scared. โJisung. No.ย โ
โAwhhh, well, too bad.โ Jisung held Minhoโs right foot upright with one hand, gripping the ankle firmly so the sole was fully exposed and stretched. Then he slowly trailed the backscratcher down the entire length of the sole.
Minhoโs reaction was loud. Explosive.ย
โJEHEHEBAAAHAHAHAL!!โ
The plastic prongs dragged lightly but relentlesslyโfrom heel to arch to toesโin long, deliberate strokes. He repeated it again and again, sometimes switching to quick, flicking motions that made the prongs vibrate against the sensitive skin.ย
โI CAHAHAHAHANT I CANT!! GEHEHEHEUMAAHANN!!โ He shouted random pleas in a mix of the two languages as the sparks traveled straight into his nervous system. His brain was officially too fried now.ย
Jisung broke into laughter. โOh my god, no way!โ Chan laughed along with him. โWe broke him!!โย
Minho wailed. โOHMYGOSH STAHAHAHAHAAP!!โ He was bucking around, face bright red, mouth wide open in the cutest, dopiest grin.ย
โAlright, alright. Weโll stop.โ Chan chuckled. Both Chan and Jisung let up, admiring the absolute wreck theyโd made out of the toughest dancer of the group.ย
Minho was dizzy, panting, and still giggling weakly even after the direct tickling stopped. His chest heaved, tears drying on his cheeks, a big, exhausted but genuine smile plastered across his face. The grumpy cloud from earlier had been thoroughly, completelyย shattered.
Chan leaned over and ruffled his damp hair gently. โThereโs our happy Minho. Feeling better?โ
Jisung set the backscratcher aside and patted Minhoโs ankle soothingly. โBest physical therapy session ever, right, hyung?โ
It started as a harmless betโsome dumb game, too much confidence on Minhoโs side, Changbinโs quiet, knowing smirk on the other. And then Minho lost. Not by much, which somehow made it worse.
โAlright,โ Changbin clapped his hands once, satisfied. โYou know the deal.โ
Minho rolled his eyes, trying to play it cool even as he shifted back a step. โYeah, yeah. Ten seconds, right? Donโt drag it out.โ
Changbin tilted his head, considering him.
Minho squeezed his eyes shut, instinctively trying to curl in, but Changbin kept him from fully hiding. Just enough that he couldnโt escape the attention, couldnโt disappear from it.
It made everything worse.
Or better, depending on who you asked.
Minhoโs words cut off in a sharp inhale as Changbin shifted them both down onto the couch, quick and controlled.ย
One second Minho was standing, the next he was half-sprawled, Changbin right there, bracing him in place.
It wasnโt roughโjust solid. Inescapable in that calm, unfair way.
Minho tried to twist away again, but Changbin adjusted easily, one knee sliding between Minhoโs legs to keep him from rolling off, one hand catching both of Minhoโs wrists and guiding them up over his head in a single, annoyingly effortless motion.
โYeah. Completely unnecessary. Iโm not evenโIโm not thatโโ
Changbinโs free hand dipped, fingers brushing lightly along Minhoโs side.
Minho jerked.
โโtihihicklish,โ He finished weakly, the word breaking apart the second it left his mouth.
โOh really??โย
โYehes!! Thahat was just a fluhuke!!โ Minho denied, though he was beginning to squirm quite a bit.ย
Minhoโs words dissolved into giggles when the tickling moved up his ribs, lighter now, more deliberate, making him squirm even harder.
โRelax, itโs barely been a few seconds.โ
Minho shook his head rapidly, biting his lip in a desperate attempt to muffle the laughter bubbling out of him. It didnโt work.ย Nothingย worked.
Changbin didnโt care. He just wanted to hear his hyung laugh. He just shifted slightly and found that spot just above Minhoโs hips.
โNOHOHOHO!!โ Minhoโs laughter spiked, louder, more frantic, his whole body jerking as he tried to twist away, completely undone now. โNOHOHOT THEHEHERE!โ
โSay it again,โ Changbin said, amused.
โI LOHOHOST! I LOHOST!!โ
โThatโs right.โ
โPlehehEHEHEASEE!! I CAHAHANT!โ
โYouโre doingย fine.โ
โIhihihim nohohohohohotโโ Minho choked, laughter catching in his throat, his head shaking as if that would somehow make it stop. โIโm lihihiterally GOHOHOHONNA DIHIHIHIE!!โย
Minhoโs world narrowed to the sensation, to the laughter he couldnโt control, to the way every pause made his stomach flip because heย knew it wasnโt overโ
โAnd then he gets an idea. A terrible one.ย
Minho sucked in a shaky breath, trying to force words through the laughter.
โDohohoโโ he broke off, giggling helplessly. โDohohoouble!!โ
Changbin paused. Just barely. And Minho seized it.
โDOHOHOUBLE OR NOHOHOTHING!!โ He blurted, the words tumbling out in a breathless rush, laughter still clinging to every syllable.
Changbin went very still.
โDouble or nothing?โ He repeated slowly.
Minho nodded quickly, still trembling with leftover giggles, chest heaving.ย
โYehehes!! If I win ihim free!!โ
โAnd if you lose?โ
Minho hesitated. That was the problem, wasnโt it? But he was already in too deep.
โThen you can keep gohoingโฆโ he said, the last part wobbling.
Changbin hums. โAlright.โ
โ
Changbinโs fingers curled around his, firm, steady.
โThree,โ Minho started, determination sharpening his voice. โTwo, oneโโ
They pushed.
And Minhoโs arm dropped. Not even slowly. Not even a struggle. It justย folded.
โWait!!โ Minho choked, eyes widening as his hand hit the table with a soft thud.
Minho barely had time to react before he was grabbed again, pulled forward with a surprised yelp as Changbin dragged him right back onto the couch. โSo you lost. Double or nothing. So now you get double tickle time.โ
Minho screamedโa startled, breathless sound that broke immediately into uncontrollable laughter as the tickling hit him all over again, worse this time, because he was already sensitive, already worn down.
AN: welcome to pt 1 of Movie Nights!! Hehe enjoy divas >:] (this one was a lil shorter mb yall)
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โ ๏ธ This is a tickle fic; dont like, dont read! โ ๏ธ
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Among others, the word that could be used in description of the chick curled up against him was none other than "adorable". Eyes fixed on the glowing screen, breathing steady, blonde hair frizzy from the blanket and hoodie he was squished between, Felix seemed perfectly content as he lay there with Chan.
It was a perfect way to end a long day- they'd been recording all day, and when Chan suggested the two have a movie night, Felix was all for it. As soon as they'd gotten to the dorm, the two immediately started preparing- they agreed to use Chan's room, since he had a better TV setup, and with more apps (not to mention his bed was bigger too, so they'd be less cramped). Once Felix had arrived to Chan's room, he had thrown on the first movie he'd found, closed the door, and they'd settled in.
Now Felix's hand was making lazy patterns across Chan's belly under his hoodie, the chick paying no attention to his movements as he focused on the movie. Chan, however, was struggling to keep a straight face- Felix's fingers felt torturous as they traced across the bare skin of his stomach, even softly doing so. He'd been trying not to laugh for the past 5 minutes, and fortunately Felix hadn't noticed yet; Chan didn't know how much longer he wouldn't, though.
When a finger slipped into his bellybutton, Chan couldn't hold back his giggles anymore, and they came tumbling out in sweet noises as he let his head fall backwards onto the headrest. "Lihihix! Stop dohoing that!" He tried, Felix only looking up at his giggling hyung and grinning evilly. "Just so you know, I knew the whole time- I was wondering how long you'd last." The chick said, quickly pinning the wolf to the bed, sitting on his thighs and attacking his ribs, sliding the hoodie up further as he dug in. "AhAHhah! Fehelix! GeHet off mehe!" Felix hummed, bringing a hand down to Chan's belly and spidering around, his other hand opting to squeeze up and down the wolf's sides. "Hmm...no dice. I think I"ll stay rightt here-" Chan tried curling in on himself, bubbly laughter still pouring out of him, but with the chick sitting on his legs, he couldn't really go anywhere- he wouldn't let Felix win that easily though. Mustering his remaining strength, he grabbed Lix's wrists and flipped him, reversing the roles faster than the chick could react.
Letting out a startled yelp, Felix suddenly found himself underneath his grinning hyung, starting to panic as he realized it was his turn now. Chan brought a hand up to Lixxie's neck, fluttering fingers there and watching as the chick adorably scrunched his shoulders up to block them. "Aww, look how cute you are Lixxie- you and your ticklish little neck!" Chan cooed, loving how flushed the younger's face got from the comment. "Chahan! StahAhAp teheasing meHe!" Felix managed to say, words riddled with cute laughter. "Aw, can you not handle the teases? Huh baby?" The wolf said, bringing a hand to the chick's hip and massaging a thumb into the spot. "NAHA- ChaHAn-hyUHung! Nahat thEHehre!" Felix squeaked, laughter rising and falling in pitch as Chan continued his attack on both spots.
"Shhh- Lixie, you're so loud; you might wake somebody up! Or are you just too ticklish to take it?" He teased, watching his Aussie twin scrunch up his nose, eyes shut as he let out laughter Chan hadn't heard in some time. "Thehen stahap tihickling mehe! ChahaHAHANNIE!" The chick squealed as the wolf pushed up his shirt, leaning down quickly and blowing a long raspberry on his tummy before letting him go. Taking in deep breaths, Felix lay there for a second on the bed; then, raising a hand, he pointed a finger at his hyung accusingly. "Yohou...suck."
Chan chuckled, swatting the chick's hand away as he reached for the blonde, pulling him back over to him; taking the fallen blanket from the floor, he wrapped it back around them as he held Felix in a warm hug. "You love me- admit it. Also you started it-" Chan added, earning a soft punch to the arm from the younger. "I do love you, but you make it hard to tolerate you sometimes- regardless, you're still my favorite Aussie." Lix teased, chuckling as Chan raised an eyebrow at him. "Im the only other Aussie in the group, mate-" Felix laughed, settling back against his hyung. "I know."
๐/๐ฃ: @sirloncelot-of-bananas happy birthday baby!!~ my girlfriend of one year ๐ฅด i love you so much and i hope you love this fic as much as i love you ~
Jeongin stared up at the sterile white ceiling of the medbay, the soft hum of the shipโs engines vibrating through the examination table like a constant, mocking reminder that they were still light-years from home.
The whole crew had gone to explore another planet. This planet was drab and boring. There was nothing new to explore or see. Nothing likeโฆEarth.ย
Jeonginโs chest ached. Discovering Earth had been amazing. They had learned and seen so many new things, and had experienced sensations and feelings none other had the privilege to experience.ย
He was strapped down, as usual. Wrists locked in padded cuffs above his head, ankles secured at the bottom corners of the table, legs spread just enough to make him feel utterly exposed and helpless. The restraints werenโt even necessary for a real checkup, but Minho insisted on protocol every single time.
โStandard procedure for the undeveloped one,โ Minho had said earlier, voice smooth and clinical, that tiny smirk playing at the corner of his mouth as he tightened the last strap. โCanโt have you squirming during vital scans, Innie.โ
Jeongin hated every second of it. He was the youngest, the last of them whose powers still hadnโt manifested, and that meant monthly full-body evaluations. Minho, with his annoyingly perfect medical training from the academy, always volunteered. Or rather, demanded.
Minho moved around him like the picture of medical efficiency, scanner in one hand, stylus in the other. His lab coat was crisp, sleeves rolled up to show the lean muscle of his forearms. He poked at Jeongin's ribs with a gloved finger, once, twice, then againโfirm, deliberate prods that made Jeongin twitch and bite his lip.
"Muscle response nominal," Minho murmured, as if dictating notes. "No unusual tension. Yet." Another prod, this one lingering just under Jeongin's lowest rib. "Hmm. Interesting."
Jeongin squirmed, cheeks already heating. "Hyung, thatย tickles. Can we just... get the scan over with?"
Minho's eyes flicked up, innocent as ever. "Tickles? This is a standard palpation technique, Jeongin-ah. For detecting latent power nodes. You know that. Hold still..." He pressed again, slower, wiggling the tip of his finger in tiny circles.ย
"Or are you saying your development is so delayed that even basic diagnostics are too much for you?"
Jeongin huffed, trying to twist away, but the cuffs held him firm. "I'm notโah!โI'm trying!"
Five minutes. That's all it took for the pretense to crack.
Now Minho had the buzzing node pressed deep into the side of his ribcage, and Jeongin was vibrating with held in giggles. Minho watched with amusement.ย
Jeongin's heart rate spiked.
"Hyungโ"
"Shh. Still documenting," Minho said, voice low and mock-serious. He placed both hands on Jeongin's exposed sides, thumbs resting just above his hips. "Subject exhibits heightened sensitivity in the lateral abdominal region. Recommend further... exploration."
He swung a leg over Jeonginโs hips and happily straddled him. The weight was warm, solid, impossible to buck off.
โA good thing I have the tools to exploreโฆnow.โ
Fingers spidered up Jeongin's ribs in quick, fluttering strokes, clinical precision mixed with pure evil playfulness. Jeongin exploded into laughter instantly, body jerking hard against the restraints.
โNohoohohohooo!! NOHOHO TIHIHICKLING!!โ He wails.ย
Minho didn't even crack a smile at first. He kept his expression focused, like he was reading vitals on an invisible monitor. "Elevated heart rate. Good laughter responseโindicates healthy lung capacity. Excellent."ย
His fingers danced higher, scribbling under Jeongin's arms where the skin was impossibly soft. "Though I must note, subject is attempting to evade protocol. Typical for undeveloped powers."
Jeongin thrashed, flopping like a fish on a line, his whole body convulsing in helpless giggles. The magnetic cuffs didn't give an inch. "Stohohohohoppp!! YOUHUHURE SO MEHEHEHEHEAN!!"ย
He felt his cheeks warming at Minhoโs words. โThihihis is tohohohorture!!โ
โScientific inquiry," Minho corrected smoothly. He shifted his weight, thighs squeezing tighter around Jeongin's to keep him from bucking too wildly.ย
One hand stayed at the ribs, the other trailed down to prod at his belly, dipping into the navel with a single, teasing finger. "See? Right here, the power nodes are clearly dormant. We need to stimulate them thoroughly."
The teases were worse than the tickling itself. Delivered in that calm, doctory voice. It was detached, almost bored, like Minho was genuinely filing a reportโฆwhile his fingers wreaked absolute havoc. It made everything feel ten times moreย unbearable.
Jeongin screamed with laughter, head tossing side to side, tears already pricking at the corners of his eyes. The clawing at his tummy was unbearable.ย
โYOUHUHUย BAHAHAHAHASTAAAHHAHAโโ He shrieked. โGEHEHET OFF MY TUHUHUHUMMY!!โ
โDramatic as always," Minho hummed. He leaned forward, elbows braced on either side of Jeongin's torso now, fully committed. "Vitals stable. No signs of actual distressโunless you count this adorable squeaking."ย
His thumbs found the spot between Jeongin's ribs on the left side, that evil, hypersensitive hollow just below the armpit. He pressed in and vibrated them mercilessly, rapid little oscillations that sent shockwaves through Jeongin's entire nervous system.
Jeongin absolutely convulsed, grin stretching into the picture of delirium, the most adorable cackles exploding out of him.ย
โSTAHAHAHAHAHAP!! NOT THEHEHEHERE, NOT THEHEHEHEHEHHERE!!โ
โOh? This spot?โ Minhoโs voice dripped with fake innocence. He zeroed in, thumbs drilling and vibrating mercilessly into the soft hollows between Jeonginโs ribs, right where it was worst. โHighly reactive. Iโm detectingโฆsqueals. Multiple frequencies. This must be a bad spot. Documenting for future reference.โ
Jeonginโs back arched clean off the table as far as the restraints allowed, a high-pitched squeal ripping out of him that dissolved into frantic, wheezing laughter.
Cute," Minho said softly, almost under his breath, but the clinical mask stayed firmly in place. "Exceptional response in the intercostal zone. Vibratory stimulation appears highly effective for... encouraging development."
โENCOHOHOURAGING DEHEHEHEVELOPMENT MY AAHAHAHAASS!!โ Innie howled.ย
Minho didn't let up, thumbs buzzing deeper, switching between quick flutters and slow, grinding circles. "Hold still, Innie. This is for your own good. We can't have the maknae returning home without at least one power manifesting, can we?"
Jeongin was a messโflailing as much as possible, legs kicking uselessly under Minho's weight, torso twisting and contracting in waves.
โYouhuhuhure so bahahhahahad at lyihihihing!! You juhuhuhust dihihihid this to TIHIHIHIHICKLE MEHEHHE!!โ
Minho tilted his head, feigning surprise. "Lying? I'm a professional, Jeongin-ah. Everything here is documented." He dragged his nails lightly down the center of Jeongin's ribs, then back up, repeating the path over and over. "See? Standard ribcage mapping.โ
Every time Jeongin thought he might catch a breath, Minho would lean in closer, breath warm against his ear.
"Still no powers manifesting? Shame. We'll have to extend the session. Maybe tomorrow too. And the day after. Purely medical reasons, of course."
Jeongin could only shake his head frantically, tears streaming, body limp and twitching between bursts of renewed struggle. โYouhuhu SUHUHUHUHUCK!!โ
It had been a solid five minutes of pure torment. Minho remained perched comfortably on his thighs, knees locked tight like a vice, thumbs now buried deep into the soft flesh of Jeonginโs hips, digging in with perfect, relentless circles, vibrating and kneading right into the hypersensitive hollows where hip met waist.
Jeongin couldnโt even form words anymore. His mouth was stretched into a wide, helpless grin, teeth flashing, eyes screwed shut with tears streaming down his flushed cheeks.ย
Silent laughter shook his entire frame in violent, frustrated spasms. He bucked weakly under Minhoโs weight, hips twitching and twisting in tiny, useless jerks against the straps, but the restraints and Minhoโs pinning thighs kept him almost completely immobilized. His chest heaved, stomach muscles clenched so tight they hurt.
Meanwhile, Minho was hell-bent on being more of an asshole than he was already being.ย
โExcellent response in the iliac crest region. Very promising, Innie. Iโm noting this as a primary weakness. Weโll need daily sessions to build tolerance, of course. Doctorโs orders.โ
Then it happened.
Something inside him snappedโwhite-hot and sudden, like a dam breaking after years of pressure. A raw surge of power exploded outward from his core, uncontrolled and explosive.
Before Minho could even register the shift in Jeonginโs expression, an invisible force slammed into his chest like a wrecking ball.ย
Minho was hurled backward violently, flying off the table and across the medbay in a blur. He crashed hard into the far wall with a sickening thud and a pained grunt, the impact rattling the medical instruments on the nearby trays.
Min crumpled instantly to the floor, curling into a tight ball, both hands flying up to cradle his throbbing head. A low, pained groan escaped him as he rocked slightly, eyes squeezed shut against the spinning room.
Jeongin shrieked. โHYUNG!!โ He bucked against the restraints instinctively, feeling panic rise when he realised he was still strapped down with magnetic cuffs.ย
He didnโt need to worry for long, though. The crash had echoed throughout the ship. The door burst open thirty seconds later.ย
โMinho-yah!โ Chan shouted, voice tight with worry as he took in the scene at a glance: Minho crumpled on the floor, Jeongin still strapped spread-eagle to the examination table, face flushed and tear-streaked.
Chan crossed the room in three long strides and dropped to his knees beside Minho, gently scooping the younger man up into his arms.
ย Minho was dead weight, head lolling against Chanโs shoulder with a weak โowโฆโ as the movement jostled the growing bump on the back of his skull.
Jeonginโs breath hitched sharply from the table. His wide eyes were glassy, brimming with unshed tears that finally spilled over as he watched Chan carry Minho. His chest heaved with leftover adrenaline and guilt, wrists and ankles still firmly locked in the padded restraints.ย
He couldnโt move. Couldnโt even reach out. The silent laughter from earlier had left his throat raw, and now it felt like it was closing up with panic.
Chan carried Minho over to the plush armchair tucked in the far corner of the medbayโthe one usually reserved for patients waiting for scans.ย
He lowered the doctor down gently, arranging him so his head rested against the soft back cushion. Minho stirred just enough to let out a tiny pained hiss, one hand weakly lifting toward the back of his head before dropping again.
Chan thumbed Minhoโs bangs away from his face tenderly. Then turned to the medical table.ย
Jeongin was trembling now, tears slipping freely down his reddened cheeks. His body was still hypersensitive from the merciless tickling, every nerve buzzing, but the guilt sat heavier than anything else.
Chan reached the table and leaned over him immediately, both hands cupping Jeonginโs tear-stained face, thumbs gently wiping under his eyes.
โWhat happened, baby?โ he asked softly, voice warm and steady like always, even with the clear concern etched between his brows.ย
His gaze flicked quickly over Jeonginโs restrained form, checking for any injuries, before locking back onto the maknaeโs eyes. โTalk to me, Innie. Breathe.โ
Jeongin sniffled, before words rushed out of his mouth in embarrassing speed.ย
โWe were just doing a check up as usual and then Minho hyung was being mean and tickling me, and it was so bad hyung, I swear I was gonna die if he kept kneading my hips like that so something happened, I swear I donโt even know what it was but I somehow threw Minho hyung across the room and Iโm so sorry I really didnโt mean toโโ
The explanation poured out in one frantic stream, Jeonginโs voice pitching higher with every word, fresh tears spilling as he strained uselessly against the wrist cuffs.
Chan listened without interrupting, his hands staying gentle on Jeonginโs cheeks, grounding him. When the younger finally trailed off into shaky hiccupping breaths, Chan hummed softly, low and reassuring.
โThatโs alright, Innie,โ He said calmly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to Jeonginโs forehead. โI know you didnโt mean for it to happen. Your powers finally showed up, huh? Thatโs a big deal, baby. Weโll figure it out together, okay? No oneโs mad at you. Least of all Minho.โ
Jeongin let out a small, watery sob of relief, nodding as much as he could with Chanโs hands still cupping his face.
Chan straightened up, giving Jeonginโs shoulder a light, comforting squeeze. โIโm gonna go get an ice pack for his head. You stay right hereโฆโ He glanced meaningfully at the restraints still holding Jeongin spread out on the table. โโฆand try to breathe. Iโll be right back.ย Promise.โ
Not even a minute later, Minho stirred in the armchair with a soft groan, eyelids fluttering open. He sat up slowly, one hand gingerly pressing against the back of his head where a decent-sized lump was already forming. The throbbing was sharp but bearable.ย
Nothing a painkiller and some rest wouldnโt fix. He blinked a few times, vision clearing, and immediately zeroed in on Jeongin still helplessly strapped to the examination table.
Jeongin was shaking. Just a little, but visiblyโsmall tremors running through his arms and legs from the adrenaline crash, leftover ticklish sensitivity, and pure guilt. His eyes were wide and watery, cheeks still flushed pink from earlier.
Minhoโs lips curved into a slow, mischievous smile despite the ache in his skull. He pushed himself up from the chair, swaying for only half a second before steadying himself.
โWhatโs wrong, baby?โ he asked, voice light and teasing as he walked over to the table. โLook, hyungโs alright. See? Still in one piece. Just a little bump. Nothing a tough guy like me canโt handle.โ
Jeonginโs eyes filled. Minhoโs smile falters. โLook, Iโm always the victim whenever you guys get your powers, but I know youโd never do anything that genuinely hurts me. It only happened this time because it was the first time you got your power.ย Telekinesis? Baby, Iโm soย proudย of you.โย
โB-But Iย didย hurt youโฆโ Jeongin trails off, squeaking in surprise as Minho reached the side of the table and swung one leg over again, smoothly straddling Jeonginโs thighs just like before.ย
The weight settled firmly, pinning him down once more. Minhoโs hands came up to gently cup the maknaeโs face, thumbs brushing away the last traces of tears. โAccidents happen when powers first wake up. Iโve had worse. Now stop worrying that pretty head of yours and let hyung finish the checkup.โ
Before Jeongin could protest, Minhoโs fingers danced lightly up to his neck, scribbling and fluttering along the sensitive skin just under his jaw and behind his ears. Jeongin immediately melted into a puddle of giggles, head tilting side to side as much as the restraints allowed.
โNohohohoho not thehehe neheheheck!!โย
โOh, yes, the neck. Itโs so sensitive for you. Adorable.โ Minho leaned closer, nails gently scratching behind Jeonginโs ears, then tracing the shells with feather-light touches. โSo sensitive here. Look at you, already giggling like this. Such a cute reaction. Does it tickle that much, Innie?ย Hm?โ
Jeonginโs giggles bubbled out helplessly, soft and sweet, his whole body relaxing into the tickling despite the earlier panic. He was a melted puddle now, shoulders shaking with laughter, face scrunched up in that bright, irresistible smile. โYehehehehhehes it tihihihickles!!โย
Sadly, Minho had to finish the examination on Jeonginโs torso. He had been so rudely interrupted, after all!!ย
He claimed this, ignoring Jeonginโs thrashingย ย as he clawed down the youngerโs left side. โAwhh, whatโs wrong? Does this spot make you crazy? Are you flustered, baby?โย
Jeongin was a complete mess nowโthrashing wildly, head thrown back, mouth wide open in uncontrollable laughter, body flushed and trembling. The restraints held him perfectly spread and helpless, forcing him to endure every single tickle Minho delivered with zero escape.
Chan stepped back into the medbay holding a cold ice pack wrapped in a soft cloth, the doors sliding shut behind him with a quiet hiss. The moment he saw the scene in front of him, Minho comfortably straddled over a thrashing, hysterically laughing Jeongin,his expression shifted from concerned leader to fond exasperation.
He tutted loudly, folding his arms across his chest. โMinho, what have we said about this?โ Chanโs voice was stern but laced with amusement. โNo turning checkups into full-on tickle torture sessions. Especially not right after the poor baby just discovered his powers and flung you into a wall.โ
Minho lifted his head, still perched perfectly on Jeonginโs thighs, one hand lazily continuing to claw and scribble down the youngerโs left side while the other paused on his stomach. He gave Chan the biggest, most dramatic pout.
โBut hyung~โ He whined, dragging the syllable out. โLook at him. Jeonginโs being so cute right now. How am I supposed to resist?โ
A hysterical wail startled both of them. Jeonginโs twisting like crazy, trying desperately to detach the clawing fingers at his side. โLeheheheHEHEHET UHUHUHUP!! PLEHHEHEEASE IM DYHIHIHIHING!!โ
He triedโreally triedโto summon that same surge of power from before. His face scrunched up in concentration for half a second, but nothing happened. Instead, a soft mechanical beep came from the overhead scanner monitoring his vitals and new abilities.
โUnable to apply telekinetic force,โ the calm voice announced. Hyunjinโs voice model. โSubjectโs nervous system is currently in heightened sensory overload. Power output suppressed.โ
Chan stared for a beatโฆ then burst out laughing. Hard. He doubled over slightly, one hand clutching his stomach as deep, bright laughter rolled out of him.
โOh my godโ Innieโs power goes haywire when heโs tickled!โ Chan wheezed, eyes sparkling with delight.
Jeongin could only respond with another shrill, desperate squeal as Minhoโs fingers found a particularly evil spot along his lower side again.
โSTAHAHAHAP LAUGHING AT MEHEHEHEโ!ย AAAAHHHAHAHA!โ
Minho gasped suddenly, eyes widening.
He felt itโan invisible, warm force wrapping around both of his wrists like soft, insistent bands. The telekinetic energy gently but firmly dragged his hands closer to Jeonginโs body, pulling them back down toward the maknaeโs sensitive tummy and sides instead of letting him pull away.
โLooks like someone wants to keep getting tickled senseless,โ Minho teased, voice back to that sweet, clinical tone. โDonโt worry, Innie. Hyung will give you exactly what your powers are asking for.โ
Jeongin lets out a tired, giggly whine. Minho cooed and decided to let up.ย Medical examination complete.ย
โAlright, alright,โ Minho murmured gently, the playful clinical tone fading into something warmer. โHyungโs got you. Tickle timeโs over for now.โ
He stayed straddled on Jeonginโs thighs for a moment longer, just stroking soothing circles over the sensitive skin to help him come down, before carefully climbing off the table.
The padded cuffs clicked open, freeing Jeonginโs arms. The younger immediately brought them down, rubbing at his wrists even though they werenโt sore.
Minho stepped back awkwardly. Jeongin pouts.ย
He scrunched his face up and thought as hard as he possibly could. Minho squeaks as he feels a force tug him forwards until Jeongin could comfortably fold into his hyungโs arms.ย
Chan smiles at the two and leaves, sensing that the two needed their moment.ย
The telekinetic hold lingered for a second longer, almost like a hug, before fading away, leaving Jeongin clinging there on his own.
Jeongin let out a tiny, contented sigh, arms slowly wrapping around Minhoโs waist. His body melted against the older dancer, boneless and trusting, still trembling faintly from all the laughter.
โYou okay, baby?โ Minho asked quietly, voice low and fond against Jeonginโs temple. He pressed a light kiss to the top of the maknaeโs head, the gesture so natural it made Jeonginโs heart squeeze.
โMhmโฆโ Jeongin mumbled, voice muffled and sleepy-sounding. โWarmโฆ feels nice.โ
A few more minutes passed like this. Minho slowly adjusting to let Jeongin press further into him.ย
โBut seriously, why is it always me who ends up being victim when you babiesโ manifest your powers?โ
okay note to future sana, change most things about this fic it SUCKS YOU CAN DO BETTER T_T
Seungmin was absolutely insufferable tonight.
The concert had ended hours ago, but the adrenaline still buzzed through Seungmin like electricity that refused to ground itself. He was riding the wave higher than anyone else. His cheeks hurt from grinning, his voice was hoarse from laughing too loud at his own jokes, and he just couldnโt stop.
Chan had warned him earlier to tone down the ego, but he was smiling nonetheless. Seeing Seungmin confident for once was enough to make up for the torment.
Seungmin had just laughed, that bright, loud, triumphant laugh, spinning in place like an overexcited puppy whoโd discovered the treat jar was bottomless. โWhat? Iโm just stating facts! I carried the whole stage today. Admit it. Admit ittttt~โ
He knew he absolutely killed that performance.
Immediately, he teased Minho when they piled into the van, voice bright and syrupy with mock innocence. โI had to carry us in that beginning, honestly. My vocals were flawless. Yours wereโฆserviceable. At best.โ
Minho shot him a flat look, one eyebrow arched. โKeep talking, puppy.โ
Seungmin only beamed wider, golden-retriever energy dialed up to eleven. He leaned over the seat, poking Chan in the shoulder. "Aren't I the best rapper in the group, hyung? Watch out, Changbin hyung. I'm coming for your job."
Changbin rubbed his temple, already exhausted. โSeungmin-ahโฆโ
By the time they reached the dorm, the others had exchanged enough pointed glances to form a plan. Seungmin was still floating on his sugar-rush cloud, kicking off his shoes with a flourish and announcing, โIโm gonna go take a victory shower. Try not to miss me too much, losers~โ
He barely made it two steps down the hallway before strong hands grabbed him from behind.
โWhaโhey!โ
Chanโs voice was calm but firm, the leader tone activated. โNope. Not tonight, puppy.โ
Seungmin yelped as he was lifted clean off his feetโChangbin and Hyunjin doing the heavy lifting while Minho and Felix herded him toward the living room like a misbehaving puppy being dragged to timeout. He squirmed, whining breathlessly, still riding the high. โYah! Put me down! This is kidnapping! Iโll sue you for endangerment!!โ
"No can do, Seungmo," Felix chuckles. "Brat tax is due."
They dumped him onto the wide sectional couch in a tangle of limbs. Before he could scramble up, the others piled on. Chan pinned his shoulders.
Changbin locked down his waist and one leg. Hyunjin caught his other leg and an arm. Felix and Jeongin each took a wrist, spreading his arms wide above his head. Minho straddled his thighs with that dangerous cat-like smirk, knees pressing just enough to keep him immobile.
Seungminโs eyes went wide, the laughter dying in his throat as he realized just how thoroughly trapped he was. The couch creaked under their combined weight. He tugged experimentallyโnothing. Not even an inch. His heart started hammering for an entirely different reason now.
Oh god. Ohgodohgodohgod.
Seungmin tried his hardest not to blush. It's been a quick second since he was wrecked thoroughly, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't miss it.
Fingers hovered. Ten. Twenty. More. Wiggling menacingly just above his tummy, his ribs, his sides, his hips. The air itself seemed to vibrate with impending doom. God, he was so fucking screwed. There was no way he'd make it out of this alive.
Seungminโs golden retriever confidence evaporated in a single heartbeat. His body tensed like a live wire, already twitching in anticipation before anything even touched him. He whined, breathless, trying to squeeze his eyes shut but somehow still stare through a slit in his eyelids.
Minhoโs voice was low, dangerous, and way too amused. โYouโve been a brat all night, puppy. Time for some humbling.โ
.....
AND THEN THEY WENT TO SLEEP BECAUSE I SAY SO.
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