you want some sweet juice? 𐃯𓈒𓏸.°•

𝖓𝖔𝖜 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌: 𝖘𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖙 𝖏𝖚𝖎𝖈𝖊 - 𝖕𝖚𝖗𝖕𝖑𝖊 𝖐𝖎𝖘𝖘 ⋆˚࿔

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

𝙇𝙚 𝙟𝙪𝙨 𝙖 𝙪𝙣 𝙜𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙥𝙡𝙪𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙪𝙭 𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙡𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙖𝙧 ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚.

© itzsana-kiddingmenow ~ do not repost, rewrite, or claim credit in any way

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:

— | hi! my name is sana, and this is a kpop tickle blog! |

— | i just want to clear this up before there's any confusion—all idols in my fics are not meant to depict their real life selves!! it is just a portrayal!! |

— | i am a minor, and i am 16 years old! keep your suggestions to yourself |

— | i'm pretty introverted, but please don't hesitate to drop by and say hi! i'm very friendly once you get to know me!! my mbti is infj-t!! |

— | i am in fact taken!! @sirloncelot-of-bananas is my gf <3 |

— | i do not write reader / yn fics |

— | small disclaimer!! i am a ler and do sometimes do teases but i'll feel kinda awkward if you show up in my inbox just asking to be teased with like zero chat beforehand...it's just not the most comfy for me :( |

— | discord: itzmesv. |

— | i am also into sonic, atla, mcu, etc! |

— | i use she/her pronouns |

— | my favorite group is itzy!! |

— | request status - closed! <3 |

𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑:

— | skz tickle-verse community join link |

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— 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕:

-> boynextdoor 

-> itzy 

-> stray kids 

-> aespa 

-> ateez 

-> dreamcatcher

-> enhypen (closed permanently)

-> multigroup

-> txt coming soon!

— 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒔

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— 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒔 𝒊 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏!

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— 14

𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒:

#written by sana ⋆˚꩜｡ - all fics

#sana’s rants - just me ranting about random stuff

#sana’s polls - polls for my fics!

#sana's covers - sana sings >.<

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— @hwaowiiii @jeonginsdiary  @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday  @inkedloveandlostpromises @lajanaa 

 @skzdiary @skznccmlee @moony-9 @sunny-117 @minnielvrr @reginald-stay09 @lunalattae @just-hyunlix-things @skzrosey @kijaswrldd @shinywombatcrusade

@kawaiihaille20 @mars-hi1009 @gnabnahcnova @loveskz2901 @jeongin-lover08 @sirloncelot-of-bananas @livelovestraykids

𝐌𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒:

— 🌱 anon

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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃:

— 6 | August | 2026

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

Sana one of my friends (also my colleague cos we work together) keeps threatening to tickle me because he knows that I like it 😭😭😭

He literally messaged me last night and said "I'll close the store down and tickle you the whole shift" 💀💀💀

Then he ADDED on to it and said "Don't act like you wouldn't want that"

Like HELLO? 😭😭

Then he messaged me again and was like "If you were here rn I'd tickle you" 😭😭😭

I don't know what his PROBLEM is

He just told me next time we have the same shift I'm not safe 💀💀

Help 😭😭😭

THATS CRAZY OMG ??!?! 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 the way he’s TEASING YOU AKKSDJKDLSLS

you’re done for BAHAHA ENJOYYYY 🤣🫠

good luck twin 😭💔

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

could you like maybe remind me of the ongoing series😭🙏 I FORGOT STOP HELPPP

i wanna help with ideas but idk what series it’s for

all of them are in my masterlist!! the series or mini series which has ongoing next to it is the series which aren’t completed yet :333

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

guys if you have any really good ideas or plots for the ongoing series i implore you to please put them in my inbox!! ik requests are closed for the month but if you have IDEAS please request them? IM DESPERATE 😭😭

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

Hi can you do a lee!chan ler!jeongin fic? I feel like that would be adorable!!

𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 — 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 2k

𝙖/𝙣: this request was made on december 17, 2024. i am so disappointed in myself for taking THIS LONG TT @gnabnahcnova I HOPE YOU LIKE ITTTT <3333

𝙩/𝙬: teasing, use of restraints, rough and soft tickles, audience (the other members),

𝒍𝒆𝒆: chan

ler: jeongin

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕:  @hwaowiiii @jeonginsdiary  @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday  @inkedloveandlostpromises @lajanaa 

 @skzdiary @skznccmlee @moony-9 @sunny-117 @minnielvrr @reginald-stay09 @lunalattae @just-hyunlix-things @skzrosey @kijaswrldd @shinywombatcrusade

@kawaiihaille20 @mars-hi1009 @gnabnahcnova @loveskz2901 @jeongin-lover08 @zainozzzzzzz @sirloncelot-of-bananas @livelovestraykids

The air in the common room was thick with tension. And not the good kind of tension, where adrenaline buzzes under your skin, where you feel ready and charged up. No, this tension was different.

Chan, the leader, the unshakable pillar of their strange little alien family, was currently flat on his back on a wide, padded mat. His wrists and ankles were secured by magnetic cuffs that hummed faintly, pinning him spread-eagle and utterly helpless. Noticeably the same spot where Jeongin had his checkup weeks ago.

Traitors, he thought miserably. I built those cuffs.

His face was the color of a ripe strawberry, the blush crawling down his neck and disappearing beneath the collar of his loose t-shirt.

"You said it yourself, hyung," Jeongin said, settling his weight more firmly across Chan's hips. He was straddling him like it was the most natural thing in the galaxy, his knees bracketing Chan's ribs, his hands hovering in the air just above Chan's heaving chest. "Minho hyung's...torment triggered my powers. Maybe yours are just slow."

"Jeongin, that's nohot how it works." Chan gasped, already breathless and Jeongin hadn't even touched him yet. The anticipation was killing him. His whole body was taut as a wire, every nerve ending screaming, and he could feel the laughter already building in his throat like a trapped animal.

"Aww, look at him," Jisung cooed from somewhere to Chan's left, sprawled across a beanbag with his vines curling lazily against his fingers. His grin was enormous, gummy, and absolutely menacing. "He's already red and Innie hasn't even started."

"His ears are practically florescent," Hyunjin added from a plush armchair, long legs crossed elegantly, chin propped on his hand like he was watching the season finale of his favorite drama. His eyes were bright with barely contained glee. "This is going to be good."

“You’re a traitor, Seungmin.” Chan snarled. It had in fact, been the two maknaes ganging up on him to get him pinned to the table. The eldest would be lying if he were to say he wasn't just a little curious, though.

Jeongin tilted his head, all wide-eyed innocence. "But hyung, if your powers manifest, we need witnesses. For science."

"For science." Jisung repeated, deadpan, and then dissolved into snickers.

Chan had told himself it was fine. He'd told himself it was a logical experiment. He'd told himself he was the leader, the oldest, the one who had held this ragtag family together through asteroid fields and bounty hunters and at least three near-death experiences involving malfunctioning airlocks.

He could handle his baby brother wiggling his fingers.

But Jeongin lowered his hands.

At first, it was just the pads of his fingers—featherlight touches skating up the sides of Chan’s torso, tracing the valleys between each rib with excruciating slowness. Chan’s breath hitched. His stomach muscles fluttered involuntarily. He bit his lip, hard, determined to maintain some shred of dignity.

Jeongin's fingers landed on the lower slopes of Chan’s ribs, just above the waistband of his pants, and scribbled—short, quick, scratching motions that bounced from rib to rib. Chan jerked violently, a startled yelp punching out of him before he could stop it.

“NAHAHAHAHA—JEONGIN!!”

“Oh.” Jeongin said, delighted, “That’s a good sound.”

He didn’t let up. His fingers danced upward, tracing the ridges of Chan’s ribcage with merciless accuracy, dipping into the soft spaces between each bone.

Chan bucked beneath him, but the magnetic cuffs held firm, locking his wrists above his head and his ankles spread wide. All he could do was twist and writhe and laugh—loud, helpless, breathless laughter that filled the room and made Hyunjin clap his hands together in glee.

"Oh my god, he's dying." Minho laughed. "Look at his face!"

Chan’s face was, indeed, a masterpiece of embarrassment. His eyes were squeezed shut, tears already beading at the corners.

His mouth was stretched wide in a helpless grin, cheeks flaming, ears practically glowing red. He was squeaking—full-on, high-pitched, undignified squeaks between cackles, the kind of sound he’d never live down.

Changbin wheezed from the floor. “I’ve never seen him like this.”

“No one has.” Jisung agreed, clutching his pillow like a lifeline. “This is historic.”

Minho tilted his head, cat eyes gleaming. “His worst spot is the sides of his chest, by the way. Just under the armpits. If you want to be thorough.”

Jeongin's face lit up like a Christmas tree, looking away from his red faced, squirming victim towards his hyung. "Remind me to give you one of those weird cat hybrid treats later."

Minho beamed.

"NOHOHOHOHO DOHOHOHON'T—" Chan thrashed, really thrashed now, his whole body twisting in the cuffs. The magnetic bonds held him fast, but his torso was free, and he used every inch of that freedom to squirm and buck and try to dislodge the absolute menace sitting on his hips. "Jeongin, please, not there, not thehehehere—"

"The armpits, huh?" Jeongin repeated, and his fingers dug in deeper, nails now, light scratches that made Chan's nerves light up like a constellation. "You said that was your worst spot, right? A few months ago? During truth or dare? I can't believe I haven't exploited it before."

"Jeongin," Chan said, his voice still raw and breathless, a thin thread of warning wrapped in leftover giggles. "Jeongin, don't. Don't you dare—"

But Jeongin was already moving.

Not slow. Not dramatic. Just casual. Infuriatingly casual.

He let his right hand drift up from Chan's stomach, dragging his fingertips lightly over the hem of his shirt, over the tense ridges of his abs, up toward his chest. His eyes never left Chan's face.

And that was the worst part. The eye contact. The smug, knowing little quirk of his lips. The way he watched Chan's expression crumple in real time.

Chan's breath hitched. His whole body tensed.

"No—" Chan whispered, already squirming, already trying to twist away even though the cuffs held him fast. "No, no, no, no, no—"

Jeongin paused, his hand hovering over the spot. Chan tenses so hard his abs ached.

And then the demon of a maknae pounces, raking his nails over the soft hollow, watching Chan absolutely howl and thrash like crazy.

He couldn't breathe. He couldn't think. He could only laugh, loud and helpless and absolutely shameless, thrashing against the cuffs like a fish on a line, while the youngest reduced him to a puddle of helpless, squealing, blushing mess.

"THAHAHAHAHAT'S NOHOHOHOHOT FAHAHAHAHAIR—"

“Aww, hyung,” Jeongin cooed, digging his thumbs into the soft flesh and circling. Chan screamed with laughter, thrashing so hard the entire examination table rattled. The cuffs held fast. “You’re so sensitive. This has to be it. The power’s in there somewhere, just dying to get out.”

"I DONT FEEHEHEHEEL AHAHANYTHING EXCEHEHEPT DEHEHEHEATH!!"

"You're so dramatic." Jeongin laughed. As if Chan thrashing around on a table screaming under him was a daily occurence. "What if I add more hands?"

Chan gasped at that. "NOHO WAHAHAY!! YOUR POWERS AHAHARENT STROHOHONG ENOUGH FOHOR THAT!!"

Jeongin shrugged.

It started as a faint pressure against his stomach, like someone pressing a palm flat against his trembling abs. Then another pressure against his neck. Then his hips. Then the insides of his wrists—spots he didn’t even know were ticklish until that exact moment.

“What—” Chan gasped, but he didn’t get to finish.

The invisible touches moved.

They weren’t hands exactly—Jeongin had described them before as “blobs of sensation,” and that was disturbingly accurate.

They were warm, semi-solid masses that could shape themselves to any surface, and right now, they were shaping themselves into claws. Thin, pointed, nail-like protrusions that scritched and scratched and dragged across every inch of Chan’s exposed skin.

Chan absolutely shrieked. Jeongin’s real hands never stopped their own assault, now targeting Chan’s stomach with a relentless, squirming wiggle.

The invisible hands were the stars of the show, though. They were unpredictable. They moved in patterns no human hands could mimic, attacking from impossible angles, skittering up his sides one moment and then diving back into the hollow of his armpits the next.

Chan tried his hardest to form a coherent sentence. To order Jeongin to stop. Instead, what came out was: "FUHUHUHHUUHUCK—!!"

Jeongin tsked. "Language, hyung. Feel anything? Any powers trying to escape?"

Chan wailed. "NOHOHOHO!!"

Jeongin hummed and let up, poking his tongue in his cheek as Chan panted, gasping for air that never seemed to be enough. "I guess we've gotta try something else then."

Chan's stomach was tingling from Jeongin's swirling fingers, his neck and ears were melting from the invisible touches, and his whole body felt like it was floating in warm, ticklish honey.

"There he is," Jeongin murmured, and there was something reverent in his voice. "There's my hyung."

Jeongin's been tracing for ten minutes and Chan thinks his brain is gonna melt out of his ears.

Chan's giggles turned into full, bubbly laughter—not the desperate cackling from before, but something lighter, brighter, almost musical. His head fell back against the cot, baring his throat to the invisible blobs that were still tracing lazy patterns along his neck.

His eyes were squeezed shut, but tears were leaking from the corners anyway—not from distress, but from sheer, overwhelming sensation.

"Tickle tickle tickle, hyungie~" Jeongin sang under his breath, his fingers wiggling up and down Chan's sides in a steady, hypnotic rhythm.

Chan shook his head weakly, still laughing. "Nohohohoho!!"

"You like that, hyung? You like the tickles?"

Chan's brain was static. "Yehehehehehes!!"

The word came out before he could stop it. The room erupted.

Felix made a sound like a boiling teakettle. Hyunjin literally fell off his chaise lounge, clutching his chest like he'd been shot. Jisung buried his face in his hands and screamed. "SO CUTE OH MY GOD."

Jeongin's face split into the widest, most delighted grin Chan had ever seen. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes sparkling, and he looked for all the world like a child on Christmas morning who'd just received everything he'd ever wished for.

Jeongin's fingers started wiggling again, faster now, bouncing up and down Chan's sides in a flurry of light, teasing touches.

"Tickle tickle tickle for the hyungie who likes it~" Jeongin sang, his voice dripping with affectionate mocking. "Tickle tickle tickle for our sweet, shy leader who just wants gentle tickles on his tummy—"

"STAHAHAP!!" Chan shrieked, but he was grinning, laughing so hard his stomach ached, tears streaming down his temples. "STAHAHAP SAHAHAYING IT!!"

Jeongin laughed and eased up a bit. Chan's chest was heaving. He needed air.

"M' tired," Chan mumbled, voice hoarse and cracked from all the laughing. His head lolled to the side on the cot, curls plastered to his damp forehead. His chest was still heaving, but the movements had lost their frantic edge. "Can't do any more."

Jeongin pulled his hands back immediately, hovering. The invisible telekinetic blobs dissolved into nothing. "Okay," he said softly. "Okay, hyung. I've got you."

Chan blinked up at the ceiling, eyes glassy and unfocused. A few residual giggles bubbled up and died in his throat. His whole body felt like warm jelly—loose and heavy and done.

"Don't feel anything," he whispered. Not accusing. Just tired. Just empty. "Nothing's there. I guess I just… don't have powers."

Minho's expression flickered—something soft and almost sad passing over his features before he smoothed it away.

Jeongin didn't say anything. Not right away.

Instead, he reached down and pressed the release on Chan's wrist cuffs. The magnets disengaged with a soft click, and Chan's arms dropped limply to his sides. Then the ankles—another click, and his legs drew together slightly, knees bending in unconscious relief.

"You are everything." Jeongin said firmly. "You are not less for not having powers."

Chan melts. "Innie—" And he was being tugged into the maknae's arms.

"Just shut up and let me hug you."

The oldest deflates, eyes going soft and fond. "Okay, baby."

"And this video is going in the group chat forever!!"

"HAN JISUNG!!"

[gnabnahcnova]

I dont remember if I reblogged this but ITS SO CUTEEEEE!!! And dont worry about how long it took its all good. I forgot I requested this myself so dw

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

IM SO GLADDD 🥺

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

tailor! ler who ties the lee to a T frame to get “more accurate measurements” but instead just tickles them silly while taking the measurements 🫠🫠

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

sooo ler! chan, hyunjin, felix coded 😚

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

tailor! ler who ties the lee to a T frame to get “more accurate measurements” but instead just tickles them silly while taking the measurements 🫠🫠

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

WA MAH GAWSH LEE KNOW'S SMIRK IS FATAL

fr it made him my bias 🥹🥹🥹

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

i beg pls pls pls can you somehow do lee! minho + seungmin ler! chan with soft tickles. i swear my babies are always getting wrecked by channie and never are calm 💔

𝙢𝙞𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙚:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 1.4k

𝙖/𝙣: uhm this is not proofread at all. let's not talk about it.

𝙩/𝙬: restraints, rough tickles, soft tickles, lots of manhandling (we know seungmin loves it)

𝒍𝒆𝒆: minho, seungmin

ler: minho, seungmin, chan

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v–143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry

 @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee @moony-9 @sunny-117 @minnielvrr @reginald-stay09 @lunalattae @just-hyunlix-things @skzrosey @kijaswrldd 

@shinywombatcrusade @heartsforvia @kawaiihaille20 @mars-hi1009 @gnabnahcnova @loveskz2901 @jeongin-lover08

Minho had barely hit the mattress before Seungmin pounced. A complete collapse, with hands already reaching for Minho's ribs and knees pinning his hips.

“NAHAHAHAHA!! SEUNGMIN, YOU LITTLE—!!” Minho shrieked, buckling so hard the bedframe groaned. His eyes squeezed shut, his whole body curling like he was trying to fold himself out of existence. “GEHEHEHET OFF MEHEHEHEHE!!”

"Say it." Seungmin spat. "Say I'm the better ler. Or I'm gonna just keep going."

Minho tried to retort, but it broke into a full body cackle as Seungmin spidered up to his underarms. "NOHOHOHO!!" He squealed, his whole body twisting as the younger slid down to his hips.

Minho finally gathered his strength, grabbed Seungmin’s wrists, and launched them sideways, flipping the whole fight in a total of two seconds. Seungmin yelped as Minho pinned his arms over his head, climbing over him with this triumphant, devilish grin.

"Awhhh would you look at that?~" Minho crooned. "I caught you, you little menace." He snarled as his left hand went straight for the sides, hovering menacingly inches above.

Seungmin swallowed hard, then smirked up at Minho like the brat he was.

“You won’t dare.”

“Oh?” Minho’s fingers hovered closer. “Try me.”

He dug in.

"WHAHAHAHA—WAIT WAIT WAIT!!" Poor Seungmin shrieked. "DEHEHEHEHEATH SPOHHOHOHOTS ARE SO UHUHUNFAHAHAIR!!!"

Minho was ruthless — using both hands, thumbs wiggling deep, knowing full well Seungmin’s sides were his absolute worst spot.

“Say I’m the better ler,” Minho teased, leaning his weight onto Seungmin’s wrists so the younger couldn’t even squirm away properly.

"IHIHI'D RAHAHAHATHER DIHIHIHIEE!!"

Minho snorted. "Don't worry. You will."

It was at this point that the bedroom door opened. A slightly concerned Chan peeked in, just for his face to fall in relief at the sight in front of him. "What are you two doing?"

"Proving that I'm a better ler than he is." Minho snarked, his hand still shuffling around Seungmin's sides to find bad spots. Hence the howling boy beneath him.

"Oh?" Chan raised an eyebrow. Minho rolled his eyes, pointedly ignoring the way the leader's smile stretched mischievously. He turned his attention back to his prey.

Chan walked over to the bedside drawer and grabbed his scarves. Minho didn't even blink as the older grabbed one of his wrists, too focused on making Seungmin scream like he was being exorcised. Looping the scarf around both Minho and Seungmin's left wrists, Chan simply tied them together.

That got Minho's attention. "What are you doing?" He asked, eyes still focused on Seung. "Nothing important." Chan replied ambiguously. He caught and tied Minho's right wrist to Seungmin's right wrist as well. Like a mirror image.

Minho grunted as he tugged, stuck as Seungmin tried to catch his breath beneath him, still not fully registering the fact that he was stuck to his hyung. "Whaha—Whahat are you dohohoing?!"

Chan didn’t answer.

Because his fingers—those wicked, elegant, deadly fingers—were already poised at Minho’s sides like a villain in a cartoon.

Minho’s eyes went huge.

“Chan. Don’t. Channie. Don’t. Don’t you da—HYUNG, NO!!”

His hands flew straight for Minho’s sides.

Minho screeched. "NO DONT DO THAHAHAHAAA—" His words broke off into a cute squeal as he tugged on his restrained wrists.

His arms instinctively flew down—but the cuffs yanked them right back up, dragging Seungmin’s arms with them.

“HEY!!” Seungmin yelped as his arms were pulled up by Minho's pure panic. “Stop pulling—ow!!”

“I CAHAHAHAAN’T STOHOHOP!!” Minho wailed back.

“Oh he’s begging already,” Chan cooed. “Cute. Pathetic, but cute.”

And that’s when Seungmin understood.

“Oh,” Seungmin wheezed, eyes widening as Minho jerked again and dragged him. “Oh. Oh god—he can’t protect himself. Like, at all.”

"Now you get it." Chan laughs over Minho's dying screeches.

Seungmin lifted his cuffed wrists before Minho could yank them again, holding their joined arms up high above Minho’s head.

And Minho's whole soul left his body. He was practically arched now, ribs wide open, sides all taut and helpless.

"WahahahAHAHAHAITT!!" Min gasped in horror. "WAITWAITWAIT—"

Chan did not, in fact, wait. Instead, he switched. He didn't even dig, rather, ten perfect, featherlight nails dove right into Minho’s sides, dragging up from his waist to the bottom of his ribs in a teasing, fluttery, slow crawl that made every muscle in Minho’s stomach snap.

"Nohohohohohoho nononono not thahahahahat!!" Minho giggled, squirming involuntarily at the touch.

But Chan only hummed, almost gentle. “I think he wants to keep his hands up. Right, Seungmin?”

“Absolutely,” Seungmin responded enthusiastically, stretching Minho out even further.

Chan cooed, spidering up under Minho’s ribs so lightly it felt like drifting feathers. “Minho knows exactly what he’s doing.”

"I dohohohohOHOHON'T!! I dohohohon't pleheheheheheaseeee!!" Minho was folding. Hard.

Slow spirals at his ribs. Tiny flicks at his waist. Thumbs dragging up his sides.

Each one made Minho jerk, squeal, plead for mercy, because the softness was somehow ten times worse than a real attack. It tickled so much he couldn’t even breathe properly. Chan dragged his hands down to the younger's hips, digging his thumbs and dragging circles tightly.

“Chahahahannie—nohohohohoho—NOT THERE!!”

“Aww, you mean here?” Channie cooed, swirling a single nail right into that sweet, deadly spot that made Minho snort like a broken kettle.

“CHAHAHAHAN—!!!”

And there it was—the squeak. Loud and embarrassed and fucking adorable. Minho kicked at the air helplessly, face red, eyes scrunched, laughter bubbling out in frantic waves.

Chan eased up, watching Minho slump backwards, and then stood over them with his hands on his hips like the mom who just caught one of her kids snacking on sugar at 3 a.m.

His voice dropped dangerously soft.

“…Seungmin.”

Seungmin froze. Minho perked up weakly.

Chan leaned down, eye level with the younger.

“How,” He said sweetly. “Could you betray Minho like that?”

Seungmin's jaw absolutely dropped. "Wh—What?! I was helping you!" He screeched, his eyes blowing out in horror as Minho's previously tickled out smile became downright evil.

"Get him." Minho snarled, yanking Seungmin's arms up.

"Gladly." Chan replied, grabbing one knee. "A little birdie told me our baby puppy likes to act tough." (COUGH COUGH it was hyunjin)

"Nohohohoho—" Seungmin giggled, squirming before Chan even touched him. Cute.

Chan hummed casually, using both his index and thumb finger to dig into the sides of Seungmin's knee, shaking hard.

"NAHAHAHHAHA!!" Seung screeched, kicking out. Chan caught his other leg and gave his other knee the same treatment.

"Nohohohohohot the kneheheheheheeess!!"

“Awwwwhhh,” Chan crooned, watching his own hand massage into Seungmin's thigh like he had all the time in the world. “You’re already this ticklish and I haven’t even started being mean yet?”

Seungmin kicked at air, useless and furious and frantic. "NOHOHOH dohohohon't be meheheheheheeannnn!!"

“Oh, sweetheart,” Chan said, settling right back into his space with that infuriatingly soft, fond smile. “I’m always mean.” And with that, he grabbed Seungmin's foot, dragging all five fingers up the socked sole.

"OH NOHOHOHOHOHO!! Waitwaitwait nohohohot thehehHEHEHHEERE!!"

Seungmin thrashed so hard the whole bed frame shook. His fingers were flapping frantic little shapes, completely beyond his control. Every time he tried to pull a breath in, it just turned into another squeal.

Minho laughed happily from his spot above both of them. "Oh wait wait wait, get his little giggle button next."

Seungmin wailed, eyes wide with horror. "LEE MIHIHINHO I'LL KILL YOU!!" He screeched as Chan took his place on his hips, eyes absolutely delighted.

Seungmin shot his hands down to try and protect the spot. Minho yanked them right back up.

“Y–You— mehehean bastard—GET AWAHAHAY!!” Seungmin yelped, hiding his face the moment he saw Chan's finger wiggling teasingly above his belly button.

"Mmmmm...nah." Chan laughed, dipping one nail into the boy's belly button and enjoying that adorable squeal that ripped from Seungmin's throat.

"THAHAHAT ISNT FAAHAHAHAIR YOURE BEING SO MEHEHEHEAN!!" Seungmin howled. Minho laughed from above him.

"Alright, alright, hyung, he looks ready to combust." The older urged, and Chan mercifully let go.

"You meheheannie..." Seungmin panted

Channie just snorted and reached out, giving the chain between their cuffs a playful flick. “Awwhhh, listen to you two complain,” He teased lightly. “You talk such big game—‘I’m the best ler,’ ‘No I am,’ ‘I could totally handle more than you,’ blah blah blah...”

“You know…” He said, thumb brushing the metal cuffs gently, almost affectionately, “I love that you two pretend you're tough. I really do. It’s adorable. But—let’s be real.”

He leaned in closer, his tone dropping into something low and amused: “I’m always gonna be the best ler between us.”

“And—you two?” Chan continued, flicking the chain again so it jingled lightly between them, “You’re always gonna be my bratty, baby lees. Perfect mirror images. That’s just how it is. ”

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

never been SO MAD

a 13 yr old girl who was apparently our friend, kicked his thigh.

I REPEAT, KICKED MY BROTHER.

why? cuz he was teasing him. as friends do

if she really hated it that much, she couldve said so.

not even a slight hit/slap

A KICK?

like he was in a lotta pain

but then the girl's frnds took her side, scolded him like it was all his mistake.

and after that he cried. oh my poor baby. i swear it broke me seeing him like that.

and later, when my bro went home crying (not like explosive crying but yeah he cried he was red) she realised she could get in trouble and was like - omg it was by mistake i feel sooo guilty

MOTHERFUCKER

BEAT THAT BITCH UP ISTGGGGGGGG

😃💔 nahhh she can’t be playing the victim card now ANNIE GO GET HERR

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

you have to be FUCKING kidding me with kasey’s hootie frutti. IS THIS A JOKE?! i couldn’t give a single fuck if yoonchae is 18 and “they’re not forced to do anything” I KNOW DAMN WELL DANIELA DID NOT PITCH THE IDEA OF A THONG FOR HER OUTFIT

makes me so sick to my stomach. just wow.

they market for children. they performed on the kids choice awards, they have collaborations such as toca boca world, kuromi, monster high, etc. BUT somehow sex still sells. how absolutely pathetic of HxG. i saw the thumbnail and immediately felt uncomfortable because i KNEW this was gonna be so heavily sexualized.

i didn’t even watch the music video. im honestly not going to. i already know the mv is going to be ass and honestly lately with katseye it mostly is. i should’ve known animal (which was also heavily sexual but it was fine because at least that was the song theme) was a fluke and now we’re not going to get a good song for another year 💖

before anyone comes for me saying i hate katseye. i don’t. as a minor i just can’t find myself watching this. it makes me too uncomfortable.

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

happy 460 followers guys 🥹

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

Hi Sana, I saw your latest post where you were replying to someone and mentioned that you're going through a really rough patch. I know I'm anonymous, but if there's anything at all, feel free to make a post about how you're feeling, and I'll send you a private message. I don't know you personally, but sometimes it's hard for people to open up to those close to them (if that's not the case for you, then that's great 💕) which is why I'm sending this. Take care of yourself and don't waste too much energy on things that aren't worth it 🫶🏼

anonnie this is so sweet 🥺 i genuinely cried reading this. i have been going through a super rough patch where things don’t always feel right to me but messages like this always make me feel so much better so thank you 🥹🥹

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

aint no way i lost 2.5kgs in 24 hrs

now ive lost almost 3 T-T

UHM WHY IS THAT?? that is concerning annie 😭😭

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

IVE NEVER ASKED YOUR BIASES???!

ok what are the groups u stan and your biases !!?

AHHH OMG

so my ults are itzy and enhypen and skz ofc :3

for itzy my bias is yeji

for skz it’s sunghoon

in skz my bias is changbin and lee know

in babymonster my bias is asa

in nmixx my bias is jiwoo

in txt my bias is yeonjun

in idle my bias is yuqi

in le sserafim my bias is yunjin

in illit my bias is yunah

in aespa my bias is winter

and in katseye my bias is lara (ofc 💗)

THANK YOU SM FOR THE QUESTION ANONNIE

[sirloncelot-of-bananas]

Yes Sunghoon is my favourite straykids member🤤

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

😂😂 whoops

[reginald-stay09]

Hi guys, im finally coming out of my cave and i think im gonna start writing again for tickletober since this will be the first time I have no exams then(and it’s my holiday too.)

I’ll be using @itzsana-kiddingmenow ‘s tickletober list for my prompts. If you guys have any requests for the pairings for any day just put it in my inbox

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

OMG I CANT WAIT!! thank you so much for using my list 🥹🥹🥹

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

Wtf bro my schools crazy for having an exam every Monday 😭😭

WHATTT OMG MY SCHOOL DOES THE SAME THINGGGG