"I Can Feel This Love, The Greatest Love," Hello guys, gals and non binary pals~ The Name's Atlas ~ he/they I write tickle headcannons, timestamps, oneshots and small series about kpop boys in fantastical scenarios ~ I hope you enjoy your stay on this account [strictly SFW.]
An announcement for you: I’m moving accounts!! As of right now I don’t have a lot of time for writing but I’d like to get back into the scene! I will drop the @ as soon as everything is ready again! I’ll be back soon, so I hope you’re all ready!! <3
Hey, friends~ it’s been quite some time since I posted this, huh?
When I said “soon” I really meant that I was going to make a return that month. Unfortunately a lot of things got in the way which meant that I was no longer able to do things as I planned. As I am right now, I will not be writing tickle fics and will instead focus on my non-tkl writing! However, that being said, I will still write prompts and timestamps and when the time comes I’ll return to making my silly little oneshots. I’m getting older and I feel like the way I write and the interests I have have all changed… But, if you are still interested in fantastical fictions or just chatting with me - I implore you to follow me over to @featherysmiles ; my new account where I will continue to explore myself. Thank you for your continued patience with me and thank you for always supporting what I do. I hope to see you either there or on my non-tkl writing account @blissfullsmiles
An announcement for you: I’m moving accounts!! As of right now I don’t have a lot of time for writing but I’d like to get back into the scene! I will drop the @ as soon as everything is ready again! I’ll be back soon, so I hope you’re all ready!! <3
Sorry that I haven't uploaded in a little bit but I'm afraid I have some bad news... I don't think I'll be finishing or taking requests for the forseeable future. I appreciate that all of you love my works and you want to send me idea prompts,, but honestly I'm sort of debating on whether I want to continue writing tickle fics or not. I do love writing them /gen but I do think that actually my writing style has changed a lot since I first started my new era of fantasy writing. I want to move forward and produce works that I am happy with rather than trying to copy a style that no longer suits what I like. I'm getting older and my preferences are shifting and the way I view tickling is also shifting.
So I'm sort of debating what to do here, do I continue writing fics like I have been in my newer, more elegant, more mature and intimate style? Do I shorten my ideas into prompts and time stamps? Do I stop entirely? I honestly don't know and because interractions are so low on tumblr, I'm not sure that anybody here is willing to give me such advice. I could move my works to a seperate ao3 account, i suppose. I'm just at a little bit of a loss right now, and I think a small hiatus until I figure out what to do with this account and my branding on tumblr is in order.
So until further notice, I will not be posting any tickle fics - and if I do they will be wips that I've had in my notes for a while now as well as my own ideas. Thank you for supporting me thus far and I apologize deeply if my work and my account morphs into something different than you wanted it to be. I hope that everybody who still interracts with me will still support me no matter what it is I choose to do. ♡
Guys I am one person running two accounts,, I appreciate the concern but please just let me go at my own pace,, I'm not a massive stay anymore so I take a little longer with stray kids fics because I'm kind of out of touch with the members these days... 🤷
hm? it's still there! @ask-theticklefiends I've just been very busy as of late, hence why no fic updates and answers - apologies! I've been using my limited spare time to work on non-tkl content.
Small Synopsis: Mingi is a good boy,, he goes to work, he earns money, he’s kind and caring and most of all, he’s a good friend. But when curiosity gets the better of him, he accidentally hexes himself and summons a demon to his home. And it’s all fun and games until Mingi is judged based on the little mistakes he’s made in the past and is punished for them.
“Hyung it’s fine, I can lock up!” Mingi laughs as he watches his older co-worker Seonghwa straighten the books on the shelf for the twentieth time. The male was stubborn, however, because he shook his head. “No, you have too much to clean up by yourself,, what kind of hyung would I be if I left you here to put all of these away yourself?” he asks as he gestures widely to the crowded cart of books before the two of them. Every possible crevasse had a book replacing its emptiness. Mingi sends him an eyeroll. “We’ve had so much worse, hyung, shouldn’t you be getting ready for your date with Yeo and Hongjoong hyung?~” he queries mischievously, just to see Seonghwa flush.
Small continuation of "Take Your Mind Off Of The Journey" requested by the lovely @satans-beloved-riv , you enjoy this cute timestamp whilst I get through my last few weeks of college for this year!
It had been a few days since they had arrived at their destination. Finally, after long days of travel and cold nights camping - they had made it to the bustling city of their dreams. This was a capital, a place where the strongest mercenaries resided. It was always their dream to take jobs here. It didn't really take long for them to find a small place to stay near the city center, just a small home that must have been fresh built. The good thing about Chan and Minho picking up odd jobs on their travels is that they had a surplus of gold from completing those jobs.
The home was fairly large by their standards, with a total of six rooms. Most homes in towns and villages outside of the capital city had three rooms, four if you had the gold for it. They even had seperate bedrooms, now, which was certainly one of the bigger changes. It was their third week here in the city and they had just finished with some odd jobs. "Phew," Chan sighs "I'm shattered," he admits to his companion, removing his chestplate from his torso and propping it up on one of the chairs. "Me too, we've been working a lot lately... I need a break," it comes off as a joke, but Chan knows Minho isn't joking. "Yeah?" he asks, almost as if he's confirming something. Minho knows that means trouble.
"...yeah,"
Chan grins lightheartedly at his partner's hesitance. "No need to be so suspicious, Minho-yah," he chuckles and, oh, Minho is suspicious. Very suspicious. He's already ridded himself of his armor and is sat at their table in a maroon sweatshirt and plain brown trousers; he knows that Chan is up to something. "I'm just going to put my armor and stuff away.." he says, standing up before the older can do anything. Chan raises a brow but smiles nonetheless, "Alright,"
It's not that Minho doesn't trust him it's just.... exactly that. He doesn't trust Chan one bit. But he also doesn't trust himself. His companion is just so warm and welcoming that he finds it difficult to hide anything from him. And he has been a little anxious about their new life in a much bigger place with new co-workers like Hyunjin and Changbin, as well as a handful of other's he hasn't really spoken to. He and Chan had always stuck together, it had always been the two of them - he thought whilst he carefully loaded his armor onto a mannequin that was in the room when they moved there. He suspects that despite how new the building is, a tailor must have lived there beforehand.
"I can practically hear you thinking, y'know?" Chan interrupts Minho's thoughts, causing the younger male to squawk at the unexpected noise. Chan doubles over in laughter whilst his flustered partner huffs "Chan! You can't just scare me like that!" he scolds the older. "Minho, I know something's up. You don't have to be embarrassed, just tell me!" Chan smiles kindly. The younger male sighs and he shakes his head. Fortunately, his older companion had an idea. Pointing to the bed, Chan silently commands for Minho to lie down. He does. He knows where this is going. "I didn't want to have to do this.." Chan sighs, his tone teasy and the sparkle in his eye matches that glint. The maroon sweatshirt is pulled up and fingers lightly skitter across the lower part of Minho's tummy. "N-Nahhahahaa.. yohohou ahaharen't gohoing to t-tihihickle it out ohof me..!"
"Oh, but I am," there's a playful smile on Chan's lips as he continues to tickle the lower portion of Minho's tummy. His fingers soon travel up, scrabbling at his ribs just beneath his sweatshirt and the lee turns his head to the side to laugh. He's embarrassed, but he feels like he shouldn't be. This is Chan after all, the same Chan who always has his best interest in mind; the same Chan who always knows just what to say. "Eheheheeek! Chahahaan plehehehease cahahaan weehhehehe juhuhuhuhust tahahalk?" he requests, knowing he won't get any freedom for at least a little while. He was okay with that.
"C'mon, Minnie~" the older teases him with a nickname. "You know how to stop this.." he reminds the male on the bed as he leans up to wiggle his fingers beneath Minho's underarms. "B-Bahahahahaa! Wahahahahahait!!" Minho makes a sort of squeaking noise and his head falls back, a loud cackle leaving his lips as Chan refuses to let up. "Come ooon~" the older mercenary sings, but Minho wouldn't budge. It was mainly out of pride more than anything else. So, Chan continues. It would be a long evening, but at least Minho's thoughts are tamed for now.
Ler(s): human! band member! Felix, human..? band member! Jeongin
Small Synopsis: Hyunjin often has to watch from afar when band meetings are held at Felix's apartment, his bandmates don't know about the sin after all. But when just one of them is over and Hyunjin is introduced as a "friend"... maybe he can have a little fun... and maybe let Felix know that his band members aren't quite who they say they are.
"So... This guy is your friend that you magically met one random night after a gig...." Jeongin raises his eyebrow as he stares at Hyunjin, a little too smug in Felix's opinion. He didn't know why his younger bandmate would look so smug towards the literal sin of envy but... Felix also didn't know how Jeongin was even buying any of this crap. "Yeah! We stumbled into each other and the next thing I knew we were best friends!" Felix responds in a bright tone, a nearly convincing smile gracing his lips. Hyunjin's eye twitches unnaturally before he graces Jeongin with the smile that his aussie roommate would typically refer to as the "Jealous Jin" smile. He hated it, but he always let his brown haired roommate get away with anything.
It had been about a year since Hyunjin had all but moved in with Felix, and the human still hadn't introduced the sin to any of his bandmates. Hyunjin repeadedly made the claim that he "didn't need to meet them" because "some kind of force is telling him that they wouldn't get along". Felix had just smiled and nodded, because he didn't even know how one would possibly respond to that. But after some sneaking around and some very convincing pleads, his envious sin was sat here meeting the sub-vocalist of their band. Jeongin smiles, a little too tongue-in-cheek. It's like he knows something but he refuses to ever say what. "Well... nice to meet you, "new friend", I hope we can get along," Felix has no clue as to why his younger friend used air quotations, but he ignores it in lieu of offering the boy another cookie. "Oh, Lix! I feel bad, I've eaten loads of them already!"
The aussie gives the other a charming grin "Don't worry 'bout it. Hyunjin and I never eat them anyway," he explains as he practically leaves the tray in the youngest's lap. Jeongin was known in the band for having the biggest appetite. He was very good at eating massive mouthfuls in one. "A little gluttonous of you, don't you think?" Hyunjin raises a brow, a look that the human can't wuite distinguish is on his face. Felix elbows him, sending him a look that says "don't be rude!" to the envious sin.
To his surprise, Jeongin just sent the sin a knowing smile. "Always so quick to chastaise.." he titters to himself as he pops one of the smaller cookies in his mouth whole. Felix's eyebrows raise at the impressive feat. He was still confused, though. Why were the two being so unnecessarily... sneaky...? Was that even the word? The Australian decides that it was probably best that he ignored it. Hyunjin twirls a piece of blonde hair around his finger and presses his lips together, his green eyes glowing as they fixed their gaze on Jeongin. "You need to stop playing this game with him, In," he says seriously.
"....Huh?" Felix's wide eyes turn to the envious man. Jeongin chuckles "It's your own fault for not following through with the plan," he raises a perfect brow, looking a little too old and alluring to be the Jeongin he knows. "What? What plan? What the hell is happening?" Felix demands an answer from the two vague males. That's when he first notices it. Whether it had been like this the whole time or not, Felix couldn't tell, but Jeongin's eyes were a soft orange hue. It was the same way that Hyunjin's were a soft green. But that was to show that he was envy, Felix's brain supplied. So wait... did that mean...? "Jeongin-ah! Why didn't you tell me?" he asks. The youngest laughs delightedly at the fact that their human friend had figured it all out for himself. "Because! It was part of the plan! Hyunjin was just an ass who didn't follow Chan's orders,"
"That's because Chan's plan was stupid,"
Jeongin leans back against the couch with a smirk "He'll know you said that and you'll be dead...er than you already are," he teases and the envious sin merely rolls his eyes. Felix interrupts their bickering witu a frown "Wait.. Wait so if he's envy then... Who are you?" he asks "And why are you mentioning Chan like he's a part of any of this?"
"Jeongin is the sin of gluttony," Hyunjin helpfully supplies. "In fact, all of your band members are sins. We were sent to the mainland in order to find the perfect human to fuel the power of sins back in the underworld. Chan, the sin of lust, chose you and clearly you're not what we thought. So I ditched the disguise plan and came to you up front because I can," he explains in detail, kicking his legs up casually as he eyes a bewilderes Jeongin, who wasn't expecting him to out them tp their target like that. Felix snorts "Wait... Chan is the sin of lust?!" he queries with a loud laugh. He did not see that one coming. "What about the rest of them then?" Jeongin shakes his head at Hyunjin, silently instructing him not to say a word. The envious sin merely grins and ignores the youngest sin.
"Chan is lust, Minho is greed, Changbin is wrath, Jisung is sloth, Seungmin is Pride and Jeongin is gluttony..." he hums "And yours truly is obviously Env- hey!-"
Jeongin leaps over Felix's lap to pin Hyunjin down beneath him, squeezing the boy's hips rapidly. "H-Hehehehey you brahahahahaat! Stohohop it!" the sin of envy laughs as the youngest scrabbles his fingers over the envy boy's hips and sides. "You just exposed us like that to our target!!! You need a lesson for that, giggles," Jeongin grins widely as he continues to poke and prod in every spot he could reach. Hyunjin squirms beneath him, begging him to stop and uttering loud sorrys that everybody knows he doesn't actually mean. It was a very similar reaction to what the green sin always did when Felix was tickling him.
"Do you tickle him a lot?" he tilts his head as if his question was very normal and standard whilst he grabs one of the lee's flailing legs, his grip firm around the ankle. "Oh, Yeah, Minho hyung does all the time... Hyunjin is kinda a brat. A loveable brat, but still a brat - y'know?" he replies in a normal tone as he continues to rake his nails up the ticklish man's sides. "Pl-Plehehehhehhease! Ohohohoh my gohohohohod don't you dahahahare!" He accusingly glares at Felix who shrugs innocently before trailing his fingers up his socked sole. "Coochie coo, hyung, be thankful that it's just me and Lixxie tickling you or you'd be in for it aaaaall night~" the youngest sings as he manages to worm his hands under Hyunjin's arms somehow which makes said male screech.
"Shit, that sounds awful.... would you all just like.. gang up on him?" Felix asks, a small flush finding it's way onto his cheeks just at the thought of having so many hands tickling him at once, as if Hyunjin and his magic wasn't bad enough. He peels the envious man's sock off slowly before scrabbling his fingers up his arch. "Pleeehehehehheease! Plehehheheeheease i'm so sohohohohorry!" Hyunjin breathlessly begs as he laughs. "Dohohohohon't tehehehell Chan or Mihihihinho!" he pathetically pleaded. Jeongin giggles "Oh, you become such a mess like this don't you?~ yes you do~" he teases in a sweet voice, making even Felix have goosebumps.
Hyunjin pleads for his freedom as the gluttonous sin runs his fingertips all over his torso with sweetly devilish intentions. "Plehehehehhehease! I'll beehehehehehehee goohohohohood!" the envious sin squeals out, going a little loopy from his torso and feet being tickled. "When Chan finds out about this... you're done for~" Jeongin coos. "You'll be good, hm? Well tell that to him, not me, hyung!"
Felix makes a soft noise as his fingers trace up and down the long haired male's feet. "I so can't believe this," he laughs softly. "What, that sins exist?" Jeongin responds with a question as he teases Hyunjin's ribs, causing the sweet melody of laughter to pour out like a flowing waterfall. "No," he says quickly "That my entire band are sins from the underworld," his grip around Hyunjin's ankle becomes loose, so the envious sin takes the opportunity to slide his foot out of the human's grasp - only to be met with more wiggling fingers against both soles. "You didn't think you'd get away, did you?~" Jeongin coos, much to the older's distain. "We met three years ago, how come Hyunjin only appeared much later?" Felix asks curiously.
Jeongin hums whilst he continues to torment the green sin's feet. "Well, like I said, Hyunjin doesn't like listening - nor does he like playing by Chan's rules. As a result, he wanted to be able to secretly feed on your envy rather than get close to you... And his own plan backfired, isn't that right?~" he turns his attention to the ever giggling black haired male beneath him. Who continues to squirm and beg for forgiveness.
The human chuckles to himself at Hyunjin's plight. "You promise you'll go good and behave from now on?~" he asks teasingly. "Y-Yehehehhes! Plehehhease stohohop tihickling me!" fortunately for envy, the sin of gluttony decided to let up and let him breathe. "We'll see what he does after Chan gets on him," the youngest happily chirps shifting on the couch to face Felix again. "So... are we still cool? I know it's a lot to take in.. but we don't wanna kill you or anything," he explains with a hopeful gaze. Felix nods slowly "Yeah, we're cool!"
...
"Hyunjin you are in so much trouble!" another Australian voice comes from outside Felix's door.
Small Synopsis: Mark has saved the city of Seoul countless times, he is their hero through and through. Can he be their savior once more when their fate rests in his ability to keep his lips sewn shut?
a/n: this was my wip that you may have previously known by it's former title "the giggle machine!" :D I hope you like this extra long fic, because I wanted to give back to you all! I just wanted to thank everyone who gave my fics a chance and loved them as well as the characters in them. I never would have thought after posting "Explorer" back in June that i'd get this much attention again like I did before when I wrote bts works and your continued support has carried me through the second half of 2022. So from the bottom of my heart, thank you, and I can't wait to see you all in 2023! Please like, reblog, scream at me in my asks and share this fic to all of your lee, ler and switch friends! Your love makes me more motivated to write!
also... the names of our hero/villain duo as well as their powers are all my own idea!
High above the buildings of Seoul, a hero waits wity baited breath. New Years eve was a day many cherished. It was the sign of new beginnings, a fueled desire to do even better in the next year than you had in this one. And most of all, it was a time where most liked to party; especially younger people. Our hero, SilverStorm was his name, knows better than anybody that on such a populated night... There was bound to be some villains lurking in the darkness and waiting to cause trouble.
SilverStorm, who was better known out of his persona as Mark Lee the writing major at college, gazes over the city from above, perched atop one of the many tall building's Seoul had to offer. The streets still bustled even in the darkest of nights. The neon signs that adorned the sides and fronts of buildings seem much more vibrant in the dusk, and they do a good job at illuminating the populated streets of college students and older adults who were clearly outside to have a drink or three. It was the last day of the year, after all. Mark sighs to himself, remembering what he had sacrificed in order to save the city. Renjun, his highschool crush and prettiest boy on campus, had invited him to go drinking with a few friends. Unfortunately, Mark knew what kind of trouble would be lurking around on such a busy evening.
So he had to opt out.
It was so annoying, Mark thought as he flew down from his perch to land on one of the shorter buildings below, because he knew that if he didn't go drinking with Renjun... Jaemin and Jeno would. Mark always got jealous whenever his crush hung around with those two. They were too into him! It irked Mark more than it probably should have. He dusted off his silver hero suit. It was a dull silver colour (so that he didn't shine too aggressively and get caught) and had angel-esque wings attached to its back, making him able to fly. He also had the same powers that most superhumans did.. super strength, super speed... that whole shebang. He wore a matching black and silver mask over his face and he had a hood to mask his raven hair - mainly to protect his identity from people.
He drifts down a bit further and peeks his head around the side of a taller building. They were nearby the college campus.. which means.. "Gotcha," he grunts as he spots his target. The Crimson Knight... his archenemy. He knew that the supervillain was around his age, and couldn't for the life of him ever figure out why anybody his own age would act so wild and chaotic. Mark squints his eyes to try and figure out where on Earth the villain could be heading. Then, it clicks. Zhong Chenle's New Year's party... of course! So many people their age would be attending that party, so the supervillain wanted to crash it..!
Not on his watch.
Quietly, he tries to keep up with the supervillain. He takes precaution, because he wasn't a huge fan of the idea of getting caught and fighting it out with the villain right now. Not when he still didn't know what Crimson Knight was planning. He follows the other man pretty far and it isn't until he makes it right to the window of Chenle's penthouse kitchen that he loses sight of the supervillain entirely. Mark firgures that he should stay alert for wherever the cunning villain had gone. He grips onto the deep ebony pipe that traveled down the side of the block of penthouses, hiding beside the clear glass window so that he wouldn't be spotted by any party-goers.
Zhong Chenle was a boy who was in his second year at college, a year below Mark, and he was stacked. Hence why he had the top penthouse nearby the campus, his parents bought it when he first arrived in Korea. Everybody on campus knew him and they all wanted to be his friend or have some form of relation with him. Mark didn't know much about the boy, personally. The only reason he knew him was through Renjun, who had been pleased to find another Chinese friend on campus.
Mark had been all but focused on Crimson Knight until he wasn't. In all honesty, he doesn't recall when he stopped looking out for the villain. He figures that it wouldn't be a crime to inconspicuously look through the window and see if he could spot Renjun... so he does. He looks around as much as he can from the kitchen window and that's when he sees it. "Son of a...!" Mark curses, much louder than he intended since some guy who was drinking a canned beer heard him and turned to gaze at the window. Luckily, he managed to duck in time. He waits for a moment before popping his head back up and cursing under his breath. Right there, in Chenle's massive lounge, was Renjun being chatted up by Jeno and Jaemin. Not only was he looking absolutely fine in those jeans, but he was blushing at the two as well!!
Mark couldn't believe his eyes at first, and he especially couldn't when Jeno (the really smiley guy that everyone loved) took Renjun's hand and playfully spun the shorter boy around. God dammit! Why couldn't that be Mark spinning Renjun around like that?! He couldn't stop staring at the three of them, presumably gazing at them flirting with one another. "Got the lover blues, hmm?~" a voice coos in his ear and he shrieks, ducking below the window again in panic. "Who the hell...?!" he turns to look in the direction the voice had come from.
But the next thing he knew, everything was black.
-🌃-
The superhero of Seoul wakes up again at least an hour later, head foggy and vision blurry. It takes a few long minutes for him to shake himself back to reality, and the first thing that helps with that is the fact that his arms are pinned up and outstretched either side of him. "Wh-Wha..?" he murmurs groggily. "Well, well, well!! Our powerful hero is finally back with us!! Did you have a nice nap, sweets?~" a familiar voice sings. Mark raises his head up, not initially noticing that his mask is pulled down and his hood is also down. "Crimson Knight..?" he asks under his breath.
"Wait.. Mark?! Mark is SilverStorm?" another familiar voice says in bewilderment. No way that he's here too..
Just as he suspected, Renjun and his other friends are all tied up behind the supervillain. The strangest part was... They certainly weren't tied the same way that Mark was. "Huh, who would've thought... I just had the impression that he was a loser lyricist that hated partying.." Chenle snickers from where he sits, arms behind his back and knees bound together so he couldn't escape, like the rest of his friends. Now that Mark was more awake, he could assess the situation better. Crimson Knight stood before him, in his signature long deep red coat. Behind thehe supervillain was Renjun, Jaemin, Jeno, Chenle and Chenle's boyfriend Jisung. They were all tied up. "What's the deal, Knight? Why tie them up too?" Mark asks with a scowl. The villain merely titters "Assess your own situation first, mister SilverStorm, then maybe you'll understand more~"
Mark skeptically looks around at his own predicament. His legs were outstretched before him, locked away like his wrists were. He was strapped to some sort of device that had a chart beside it. The little chart, he soon figures out, is a tracker with a little arrow that has five faces displayed in a row. At the moment, the arrow was pointing to the first face "Not Laughing". It was strange, but the last face was really what set the hero off in a panic. "Ka-Boom" with a picture of an explosion. "What the hell is this?" Mark queries with a glare.
"Why, I'm so glad you asked!~" the villain chirps. "This smart machine you've found yourself attached to is called "The Giggle Machine"! And it'll track your laughter through that microphone, following these five stages and then when it reaches stage five... everything goes boom!" Crimson Knight finally explains with the proudest grin Mark had ever seen. "Your friends are here to watch you fail and blow up the city!~"
Mark was confused... giggle machine?,, blow up the city? What was he talking about? "Wait I recognize that voice.. Oh that's totally the guy from Jisung's music class, he never attends! His name is like.. Haechan or something?" Chenle chimes in, clearly not at all concerned about what the supervillain had just said. Jisung nods his head in agreement "It's totally him but... LeLe we have more pressing matters!" he hisses to his shorter companion. Haechan rolls his eyes, seeing that Mark still wasn't getting it. "C'mon, Stormy, it's not that difficult! I'm gonna tickle you, duh! How else would you laugh up a storm for me? Hah! See what I did there?~" he turns around to his literal captive audience who just nod in fear of what a supervillain might do to them. "Super clever, dude," Jeno praises him with an awkward grin.
Mark immediately shakes his head, pulling on his trapped ankles with as much force as he could muster. Now that he thought about it, it was a little strange that his shoes had bern taken off. Haechan sits down on the floor with a wicked grin. The evening breeze was getting quite chilled atop the penhouse block. It was either that, or Mark was getting really nervous for some reason. He couldn't be that ticklish.. could he? His answer is given to him rather quickly as Haechan trails a finger down the black sock protecting his foot and his whole body twitches. "Awh.. tickle tickle tickle!!~" he teases as he sets off immediately to scrabbling at the bottoms of Mark's feet. "This is gonna sound really stupid but... Hold your breath, Mark! That should keep you from laughing!" Jaemin suggests from where he's trapped. The hero follows his instructions, taking a deep breath in and holding it. Haechan tuts "Y'know... it's only going to be all the more satisfying when you start laughing!" he smirks as he scratches all over the superhero's soles.
Never in his life had Mark needed to keep his lips sewn shut like this... it was surprisingly difficult when Haechan kept scribbling across his arches and squeezing his knees. He kept teasing him, too, "I know you're gonna break soon~" and the more he heard that phrase, the more he felt like he was going to give in. He can just about see behind the supervillain, that the captive audience was doing their best to escape to lend him a hand. Mark knew he was a goner the second Haechan's tanned fingers tickle his lower tummy. "Nohohohohot thehehehere, crap!" he curses as the laughter pours out of his mouth.. much to the satisfaction of the villain causing his tickly plight. "Plehehhehehease stohohohop ihihit!" Mark begs as Haechan returns to mercilessly scrabbling his soles. Out of the corner of his eye he could make out the chart from before. The green arrow was slowly moving away from the "Not Laughing" face and ticking towards the second face "Giggly Mess".
The hero didn't know how he could help himself, he was trapped and his powers couldn't get him out of this situation at all.. he was stuck, laughing at the hands of his archenemy until the city blew up. Because now that he had started to laugh, he just couldn't stop! It was part of Haechan's super power, he thinks, and damn if the villain wasn't a genius for setting all this up. "Ehehahhaha! Plehehheehase not my hihihihihihips!" he squirms in his restraints, earning a coo of faux sympathy from the villain. "Is Markie too ticklish there?~ Is he about to move the arrow to stage three already?~" the evil male meanly coos at him. He couldn't help himself! Especially as the villain trailed his skittering fingers up his sides, ticklishly wiggling them in the hollows of his underarms. He couldn't believe what was happening right now, was Haechan really going to win here? Was the whole city going to explode because Mark was too ticklish?
As the night continued on, Mark could tell that the arrow was getting dangerously close to the "Ka-Boom" face on the chart, but he couldn't stop himself from laughing and squeaking. The supervillain made sure to get every spot, wiggling and poking his fingers at every expanse of sensitivity. "Pleheheheehease! You dohohohon't wahahahaant thihis do you?" he genuinely begs the villain to stop the torture. Haechan evilly chuckles. "I would like nothing more... it'll be so satisfying~" he sings as he squeezes Mark's sides over and over, letting out a satisfied coo at every squeak and giggle. "Watching you squirm and writhe and having you be responsible for Seoul's destruction.... I couldn't be happier~"
The arrow ticks closer and closer... and as it does, distant voices cheer and scream, excited to start the new year's countdown and all hope seems lost as Mark helplessly laughs at his ribs being plucked. "Hey, Crimson Knight!" a voice from behind them calls out. Haechan spins around in confusion, allowing Mark to heave in a few breaths. "Huang? How did you even escape?!" the villain asks in confusion as Renjun stands tall before him. "Magic..~" the short man winks. "Mark! Oh, sorry, SilverStorm... Do us all a favor and send this guy to sleep!" Renjun snaps his fingers the superhero pulls at his limbs, he's suddenly free! He leaps up from where he was tied and, using his superpowers, sends the supervillain into a deep sleep. In the distance, the countdown has began as soon as Haechan grunts and its the floor.
"10! 9! 8! 7..!"
"Woohoo!!" Chenle excitedly cheers "That was so cool! I didn't know Renjun hyung was magic!!"
The shorter man bashfully smiles, shaking his head. "It was nothing... but uh..! Mark!" he quickly looks up and locks eyes with the hero. "Ticklish or not, you're still a cool hero," he grins. And just as the echoing voices yell "Happy New Year!" the smaller places a kiss on the hero's cheek, making Mark become flushed.
"That's cute n' all... but could you untie us so we can figure out what to do with Haechan?" Jaemin huffs out a laugh.
"Only if you guys pretend that you don't know my identity,"
