can you do a lee jisung and ler minho? minsung is the cutest thing everrr.
please take your time, don’t rush!!
Lee: Jisung
Ler: Minho
a/n: *alexa play Pheonix by Straykids* *alexa play Sorry by Justin Bieber* *alexa play Sneakernight by Vanessa Hudgens*
Enjoy ! 🥹 🧡
Sticky Situation
Minho had no idea how to put a stop to the rampage.
It was fun at first. Jisung, being the clumsy boy that he is, accidentally broke one of Minho’s ceramic cat figurines. It was given to the older by Hyunjin, and the dancer adored it. Jisung felt absolutely awful, and even after being reassured by Minho that he knew it was an accident and he wasn’t mad, the producer was wracked with anxiety and guilt. For the rest of the day, he waited on Minho hand and foot. Bringing him food, doing his laundry, doing the dishes, making his bed– the list was endless. Minho couldn’t deny he found it amusing, but it had been a few days now, and he was getting worried.
Jisung was near constantly trying to do things to appease the older. The house was now spotless, and somehow the anxious squirrel continued to find things to clean. Despite the countless times Minho had said he wasn’t even remotely mad, the younger was wracked with nerves.
This wasn’t new behavior– Minho knew of his bandmate’s habits. Jisung had a crippling anxiety surrounding upsetting those around him, so when he did something wrong, he would do acts of service to appease them. Not only did it serve to make the other party happy, but it reassured Jisung that they didn’t hate him for whatever he did to upset them. For some reason, however, the anxiety seemed to be unable to dissipate.
When Minho walked into his room to find the bottom half of Jisung sticking out from under his bed, he had enough. He huffed, tapping the rapper’s knee. “Sungie-ah. What are you doing?”
Jisung’s leg kicked out, letting out a startled noise, followed by a laugh. “Ah! Hyung! It’s quite dirty under here, y’know? So much dirt and cat fur– I even found that sock you were looking for!”
“That’s great, Bug, but this is my room.” Minho sighed, shaking his head. “This is my responsibility. There’s no need for you to be cleaning in here.”
“Nonsense, Hyung.” Jisung insisted, sticking his hand out to wave the older off. “I wasn’t busy. I’m happy to do this.”
“Jisung.” The dancer snapped, making the younger tense. Minho sighed, gently rubbing flat palmed circles on the rapper’s stomach. “Stop this. I already told you I’m not mad. It was an accident. Besides– I can just get a new one. There’s no need for you to go all ‘house flipper’ on every surface available.”
It was quiet for a few moments, the only indication that Jisung hadn’t somehow fallen asleep being the way his hands poked out from under the bed, tapping patterns against the ground. “...But Hyunjin gave it to you.”
“Is that what this is about?” Minho prompted softly, shaking his head. “The fact that Hyunjinnie made it for me?”
“W-well yeah. It’s not like you can just get a new one– that one was special…and I broke it.”
“What you’re breaking is my heart, Sungie.” The older chided softly, a fond smile on his face, tapping the producer’s stomach. “Beating yourself up like this. Jinnie can make a new one.”
Jisung let out a soft giggle, squirming as much as he could under the bed, his fingers pausing their tapping. “...I guess you’re kinda right…”
“I’m always right.” Minho agreed smugly, grinning, tapping the younger’s stomach once more. “Now get out of there, silly Bug.”
“Ah– well– you see–...I’m stuck.” Jisung admitted, and Minho could practically hear the way his cheeks turned a bright pink. The dancer laughed, a wide smile on his face, tracing lazy circles across his bandmate’s stomach.
“You need help wiggling out? Been working out too much?” He teased, gently pinching up the younger’s ribs. Jisung squawked, trying to flail his arms, but the bedframe prevented much movement.
“H-hyung! Don’t y-you dare–”
“Don’t I dare what? Help you out?” Minho prompted, an evil grin curling his lips, shifting to add his second hand into the mix, fluttering all across his bandmate’s torso. “You just gonna be stuck forever?”
“Mihihin!” Jisung whined, squeaky little giggles tumbling from his lips, squirming on his back as he tried his best to wiggle free. Not being able to see the playful attacks was making the feeling worsen, an army of butterflies swirling around in his stomach, his cheeks flaming red. “Quihihit!”
“You seem to still be stuck.” Minho mused, shifting his focus to the rapper’s legs. He used one hand to spider his fingers across the younger’s kneecap, the other squeezing up and down the muscle of his thigh. Jisung shrieked, kicking his leg out, nearly kneeing the dancer in the face.
“EHEHEHVIL!! E-EVIL EHEHEVIL–” He babbled, bubbly laughter pouring from his lips, his hands gripping the edge of the bedframe. Minho snickered, pleased, returning his focus to the rapper’s toned stomach. He tugged his shirt up, beginning to gently scratch his nail along the edge of his belly button.
“C’mon, little bug.” Minho cooed teasingly, enjoying the way Jisung squeaked and squirmed, hips bucking as he tried to free himself. “You can do better than that.”
“Tihihickles!” Was all Jisung could get out, his giggles turning high pitched and breathy, kicking his feet out. Minho laughed, nodding along, wiggling his finger in the younger’s belly button, enjoying the way it made his laughter get even louder.
“I bet it does. If only there was a way you could escape…” He sighed dramatically, shaking his head. Minho then leaned down, his breath ghosting across the producer's stomach, holding back a laugh when Jisung went completely still.
“Y-Yknow, I actually q-quite like it under here, s-so there’s no n-need to–” Jisung sputtered, his hands tapping against the ground, but he was cut off when Minho took a deep breath, blowing a raspberry right against his hip. He shrieked, his hips bucking fiercely, loud laughter tumbling from his lips. “FUHUHUHCK!”
“Y’know, it’s incredible you haven’t wiggled free yet.” Minho giggled, placing a little kiss above his belly button, turning his head to look in the direction of the younger’s face. “I wonder how much more I’ll need to–” He froze, trailing off, causing Jisung to calm down as well.
“W-what?” Jisung prompted nervously, breathing hard, a bright smile plastered across his face. Minho slowly reached to the side, finger extended, and placed it on top of Jisung’s chest. His…very much not trapped chest, with at least an inch of room for the rapper to shuffle out. Perfectly able to free himself the entire time.
“...Busted, gigglebug.” Minho whispered, an evil grin curling at his lips.
Jisung went a brilliant red, shifting to try and look at the older, butterflies swirling in his stomach. “W-wait– Hyung– I can– I can explain–”
“Too late, Jisungie-ah.” Minho purred, placing his hand on the younger’s side, making eye contact with him as he twisted under the bed, his eyes alight with mischief. “You need way more help getting unstuck.”
author's note: I WROTE SOMETHING HEHEHEHE (I could've done better but this took me 9 hrs to write cause I was procrastinating)
t/w: soft tickles, minho being absolutely adorable, han being a little menace, some intimacy but it's minsung so…
word count: 770
lee: minho
ler: jisung
inspiration for this fic:
"what are you doing?" minho asked the kind sonographer setting up equipment. "we're going to do an ultrasound, basically an imaging test for you liver, gall bladder, pancreas and kidneys. could you lift your hips please?" the lady replied calmly.
minho lifted his hips, allowing the lady to lift up his shirt and apply a water-based gel onto his stomach. it felt tingly at first, but he got used to it.
jisung watched from the doorway, already thinking about teasing his hyung. "hyung your belly looks so soft."
minho shot him a glare from the bed. "my belly is rock solid." he huffed as the sonographer moves a transducer over his stomach.
jisung giggled, watching the process like a proud father. "your stomach is soft like jelly."
after the ultrasound, minho called jisung over. "jisungie, wipe the gel off my stomach."
jisung raised an eyebrow from his position. "why should I do that?"
minho resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "because I said so, and I feel sleepy."
jisung finally caved in and walked towards minho's bed. "fine. only because you're sleepy."
when jisung reached minho's bed, he had to stop himself from poking his hyung's stomach, it just looked so soft. instead, he just stared at minho's belly in awe.
minho couldn't help but blush under jisung's attention. "why are you staring at my stomach like that?"
jisung snapped back to reality and started wiping the gel off minho's belly. "sorry hyung. just got carried away."
minho sighed at the sensation. "that's okay. not everyone can resist the charm of lee minho."
jisung rolled his eyes. "you're so full of yourself, hyung."
"i'll take that as a compliment." minho grinned and yawned softly, feeling tired after the day's events.
jisung couldn't help but smirk. "you know hyung, you're looking awfully…defenseless right now." his voice was very teasy for someone who was usually shy.
this little menace…
minho raised an eyebrow, trying to act nonchalant despite his racing heart. "han jisung, you better not be thinking what I'm thinking."
jisung tilted his head innocently, but minho knew it was a trap. "what do you mean hyung? I wasn't gonna do anything…too bad."
minho's breath hitched, and for a second, he was caught off guard. worst mistake of his life.
jisung took the opportunity to climb onto minho's lap and straddle his hips using his legs.
minho let out a soft gasp and immediately started squirming, feeling blood rush to his cheeks. "jisungie, what are you—"
he got cut off when he felt two fingers poke his stomach. minho inhaled sharply, his stomach clenching instinctively.
"cute. and soft too." oh jisung knew he was being a little shit right now, but he was too invested in minho's reactions to stop so soon.
minho opened his mouth to protest, but immediately let out a loud squeal when he felt the fingers poke his sides. "jisung! stop it!"
"but you're being so cute right now. I don't wanna stop so soon, I barely did anything." jisung teased, his nimble fingers scribbled along the pillowy surface with maddening precision, easily finding all of his hyung's most ticklish spots.
minho let out another squeal, giggles flowing out of his mouth like a waterfall. "jisuhungie! plehehease!"
jisung tilted his head thoughtfully. "please continue? you don't have to ask!" jisung bent down and pressed a few kisses to the soft surface, before blowing a loud raspberry right below minho's navel.
minho let out loud belly laughs, and occasional squeals that made concerned staff members and even felix check up on the excited duo.
jisung's fingers trailed upwards towards minho's neck, relishing in the squeaks and adorable giggles as a result.
"gosh, you're too cute hyung. you make me wanna do this forever." jisung murmured softly, nuzzling his nose into minho's neck and taking in the delicate scent of mint and vanilla.
"don't say stuff like that…it's embarrassing." despite his protest, minho's arms found jisung's waist, and he pulled the younger closer to him.
"you're embarrassing, hyung." jisung chuckled, squeaking when minho poked his side.
"oh shush. you're the only clinging onto me like a koala right now. I'm barely holding you." minho was right, jisung's arms were wrapped around the older's waist, squeezing him tightly.
"whatever." jisung huffed, burying his face in minho's shirt and resting his ears on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
within minutes, both minho and jisung fell asleep holding each other, feeling at ease. changbin came in the room a few minutes after, internally cooing at the sleepy duo. he took out his phone and snapped a few pictures before leaving.
as they slept, jisung started murmuring almost inaudible phrases, in which minho responded to while still in a deep sleep.
"minho hyung…don't leave me."
"I would never even think of doing that, jisungie."
AHHHH IT'S FINISHED MUAHAHAHAHA
The ending is so cheesy but I found it necessary 😼
I would absolutely love a cute Lee!Minho..he is my bias and always the Ler but I think him being all grumpy and the maknaes Jeongin and Seungmin coming to cheer him up because he always tickles them when they are in a bad mood would be so cute!
A Helping Hand <3
Words: 1k
Lee! Minho
Lers! Seungmin and Jeongin
A/N: Sorry it's so late! I wanted this to be longer, but I felt like I needed to just post something so that I could get back into writing again - I really hope you enjoy this! 🩷
Tag "list": @zainozzzzzzz
Wait I can't remember if you asked to be tagged or not I think my cold is actually getting to my brain but um oh well GET TAGGED
"...hyung?"
The two youngest members peeked around the door to Minho's room, taking in the sight before them. The curtains were drawn haphazardly, letting in a small beam of sunlight but otherwise keeping the room in darkness. The floor was a mess, plushies that were usually arranged with care on the bed now strewn all over the floor.
A lump of blankets on the mattress twitched at their call, but the owner of the room didn't emerge.
"What?" The second oldest grumbled, his voice scratchy. Seungmin and Jeongin frowned, glancing at each other. It sounded like he'd been crying.
"Channie hyung said to tell you that dinner will be ready in half an hour." Innie said quietly, his usual confidence dwindling at the sight of his hyung so...down?
"...'m not hungry." Minho huffed, finally throwing the blankets off his head. His hair was all fluffy and messed up, which would usually be adorable if it weren't for his red eyes, puffy cheeks and frustrated expression.
The vocalists almost flinched at how annoyed he looked, before they realised that he wasn't upset at them - the messy room said enough. He had clearly gotten frustrated while trying to clean, and that piled on top of waking up late this morning, the coffee machine breaking, and being scolded by a step-in vocal coach seemed to be the breaking point for the kitten.
Seungmin slowly stepped into the room, gesturing for Jeongin to do the same.
"...hyung...are you okay?" The puppy asked softly. Minho clenched his fists, mumbling a sharp "yes", before the tension in his shoulders left and he all but deflated. He sniffled, and that was all it took for the usually stoic second-youngest to sit on the bed and pull him into a tight hug.
Minho struggled for a moment, before slumping into his hold, burying his face in his shoulder.
"...'m sorry. I'm just..." He murmured, geusturing with his hands sharply before sighing heavily. Seungmin hummed, briefly locking eyes with Jeongin, before beginning to rub their hyung's back gently.
"It's okay." He reassured, his hands straying from their path up and down his spine to rest on his sides. Minho's breath hitched, but before he could get away, Minnie's gently pushed him down onto the bed.
"But I think we can repay you for all the times you've cheered us up..."
He tugged his shirt just enough to slip his head under, before laying down between Minho's legs and wrapping his arms around his waist tightly. Minho groaned, shoving at the puppy's shoulders, but he was well and truly stuck.
"Wait-"
Seungmin took a deep breath, blowing a raspberry straight onto his bellybutton. Any protests the kitten might have made were lost in his cackles, legs kicking weakly and hands shoving at Minnie's head, trying to dislodge him. The second youngest hummed against the soft skin, the vibrations only making the older boy laugh harder.
"NahaHAHAHA- wAHAhahait!"
While Seungmin littered nibbles and raspberries all over their hyung's torso, making him squeal and giggle and hiccup, Jeongin got to work. He picked up all of the plushies across the floor, setting them down in a neat pile. Then, he opened the curtains and folded the clothes that were heaped on the desk chair. By the time he was finished cleaning, Minho was red faced and teary eyed, Seungmin having focused his raspberries on his lower stomach.
The maknae sat down behind Minho, watching Seungmin finally remove his head from the kitten's shirt, panting for breath. The youngest of the three gently tugged Minho to sit against his chest, wrapping his arms around him loosely and nuzzling his nose into the crook of his neck.
"Awh, you look so cute hyungie~ so red and pretty for us, hmm?" He cooed, nibbling at the nape of his neck and making him squeak. Seungmin grabbed his legs, stretching them out a little, before placing his hands on his thighs.
"Any last words?" He teased, but Minho couldn't have said anything coherent if he wanted to, because at that moment they started the attack.
Jeongin's hands dug into his ribs, spidering up and down the bones like there was no tomorrow. One would dig into his armpit while the other darted down to scribble at his stomach, while he nibbled and blew raspberries against his neck.
Seungmin kneaded at his thighs, lightly scratching mean little circles with his nails over the fabric of his sweatpants. Occasionally he would pinch at the junction between his thigh and his hip to see him jerk away.
"Wha- whahahahahy?! Stahahahap!" Minho shrieked, his heels digging into the mattress and arms flailing. Every time he defended one spot, it would get worse in another, leaving him a little disoriented.
But oh, there was a brilliant smile on his face. Childlike giggles and happy squeals filled the air, as he gave up trying to fight back and instead melted against Innie.
The two younger boys softened at the sight, slowing their ruthless attack to gentle scritches and fluttering of fingers so that their poor victim wasn't panting so hard, but still all giggly and cute.
"Do you feel better, hyung?" Seungmin asked, leaning forward to curl up at the older boy's side - a rare but sweet action from the puppy. Minho wrapped his arms around him, resting his head on Jeongin's shoulder as he caught his breath.
"Yehehes...yes, I feel better." He mumbled, glancing around the room and realising...it's clean? He looked at Innie, shock on his face.
"You...you cleaned everything up?" He murmured, his voice a little choked. He'd been so overwhelmed by the tickles at the start that he hadn't even realised when the maknae had given him a helping hand.
Jeongin hummed, smiling knowingly and squeezed him tighter.
"You were obviously stressed about it." He said, glancing over at the alarm clock on the bedside table.
"Oh, look! It's time for dinner." He said, grinning at Seungmin.
"Channie hyung made your favourite, hyung! Don't say you're still not hungry~" Seungmin teased, before jumping off the bed and flinging the door open.
"Last one there gets the last pick~" He called, and Jeongin quickly scrambled up, a disgruntled "hey!" leaving his lips as he sped off.
Minho chuckled, slowly getting up off the bed and following them out.
"Yah! You two better wait for everyone else!" He called after them, snickering at the muffled argument he could hear.
Turns out he just needed a helping hand.
Thank you again for requesting! And if anyone actually reads this and they so happen to be waiting for a request, sorry for the delay! I'm working on it T~T
Hey! I hope you’re doing well today sana! I just wanna say I litterally love all your skz tickle fanfics they are all amazing and you seem so kind and amazing and I would say you are quite talented hahaha I’ve read them probably over 20 times already, can I request if you don’t mind a hyunjin and chan tickle fanfic if you have any?
Xxx skzrosey ❤️💕
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𝙖/𝙣: slowly getting back into writing igs ... i also went through a rlly tough friend breakup where that person kinda used my mental state as a reason to make a decision that lowkey made it worse, so i was just feeling kinda awkward :DD i'm back thoughh!! with shy, giggly channie so i hope you guys like it!!
Most of the members had scattered. Some out grabbing late-night snacks, others holed up in their rooms with headphones on, lost in individual worlds. The hallway lights were dimmed to that soft amber glow that always made everything feel a little slower, a little more intimate. Chan’s room door was cracked open just enough for the hallway light to spill in a thin golden stripe across his floor.
He was on his knees.
Not praying, not stretching, not even looking for something he’d dropped under the bed, though that happened more often than not.
Chan was on the floor because he’d somehow—through a truly spectacular sequence of bad decisions—managed to get his right hand completely stuck inside the wooden headboard of his own bed.
Great.
He’d been sitting cross-legged on the mattress, back against the headboard, laptop balanced on his thighs, scribbling half-formed lyrics onto a notepad with the fancy quill pen Hyunjin had left on his desk earlier that week. Chan had to admit the scratch of the nib felt...oddly satisfying.
The gap between two slats was wider than it looked. His fingers slipped through easily—too easily.
And then his entire hand followed.
Wrist. Knuckles. Palm.
He froze for a second, blinking at his own arm now protruding awkwardly through the headboard like he’d been swallowed halfway by some antique monster. He tugged.
Nothing.
He twisted his wrist.
It got worse.
The wood had teeth, apparently—old, dry, splintery edges that caught on the sleeve of his hoodie and refused to let go. Every pull only wedged his hand deeper, the angle forcing his shoulder up and his body forward until, with a quiet, embarrassed grunt, he slid off the edge of the mattress entirely. Lovely.
Annddd now he was kneeling.
“Okay,” He muttered to the empty room. “Okay. This is fine. I’ve survived worse. I’ve survived Han Jisung trying to teach me TikTok choreography. This is… temporary, I'm sure.”
He gave another experimental tug. Nothing.
He glanced toward the open door. The hallway was still empty. No footsteps. No voices. Just the faint hum of Minho’s cat water fountain down the corridor and the occasional distant beep of someone’s phone charger.
He could yell.
He could yell for help. Yeah. That's probably the best thing to do given his current position.
But the mental image of Felix or Seungmin, or worse, Minho, walking in and finding their leader literally pinned to his own bed by his own stupidity was...embarrassing enough.
Luckily, the decision was soon made for Chan himself. The door creaked open wider. Phew, it was Hyunjin.
Hyunjin had a cardigan draped over his shoulders, and he was nursing an iced tea and a can of peach soda for Chan. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he glanced around the room, trying to locate him.
Chan coughed awkwardly. Hyunjin's eyes flicked to him, and before the older could explain anything, the artist was doubled over, wheezing laughter before swinging the door shut.
"Oh my gohohod hyung, no way." Hyunjin giggled into the back of his hand.
"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up," Chan rolled his eyes. "now will you help me out of this or not?"
“You look…” Hyunjin searched for the word, lips twitching, “…vulnerable.”
“Hyunjin.”
“Defenseless.”
“Hyunjin.”
“Ticklish.”
Chan’s stomach dropped.
He knew that tone. Hyunjin stalks over to the table, where Chan's notebook, laptop, and the cursed quill pen rested, highlighted by the golden light of the lamp shining faintly at the corner of the table.
He picks the pen up. “Hyung,” Hyunjin said sweetly, “You’re not going anywhere for a while.”
Chan closed his eyes and let out the longest, most defeated sigh of his entire life.
“Yeah,” he whispered. “I was afraid you’d say that.” Chan tried to keep his breathing even.
But the longer Hyunjin just looked at him—head tilted, eyes roaming slowly over the ridiculous picture Chan made—the more his pulse hammered against his trapped wrist. The wood was already starting to bite into his skin, a dull ache that only made every tiny movement feel amplified.
“Jinnie,” Chan said, aiming for stern but landing somewhere closer to pleading. “Seriously. Help me get this out before someone else walks by.”
Hyunjin ignored him. He reached out slowly—agonizingly slowly—and let the very tip of the feather ghost along the inside of Chan’s forearm, just above where the wood gripped him.
Chan sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth. His whole arm jerked involuntarily, the motion rattling the headboard.
“Hyun—!”
“Shh,” Hyunjin hushed him, soft as a lullaby. “You’ll wake the whole dorm if you keep making those little noises.” The feather traced a slow, meandering line downward, following the faint blue vein that ran under Chan’s skin. “And we wouldn’t want that, would we? Not when we’re just getting started.”
Chan’s face was on fire. “I will kill you,” he promised hoarsely. “When I get out of this. I will end you.”
Hyunjin only hummed, clearly unbothered. He finally got to the neck. wiggled the feather right into that bright red ear.
Chan squealed. Leaned his head in the other direction, just to burst into tiny, squeaky giggles when the quill followed. "Nohohohho!! Thehehey'll hehehehear!!"
"The others? Probably." Hyunjin conceded, crawling onto the bed, resting his head on the edge of the bed. Chan would have to twist all the way around to see him. God, he felt so helpless.
Hyunjin’s laugh came out low and delighted, the kind that started in his chest and rolled outward like warm honey. "Cute," He teased, watching Chan blush profusely in response.
The feather returned, this time targeting the hollow of Chan’s throat. Slow circles. Teasing swirls. Chan’s laughter came faster now, fractured and breathless, each giggle cracking higher as the feather dipped lower, skimming the dip between his collarbones, then fluttering along the edge of his hoodie zipper.
"Stohohohhohop!!" Chan cried, shaking his head. The quill trailed down his arm once more, wiggling right into his armpit once just to draw a broken shriek from him, before going back to the neck. ""Why dohohohohho you keheheheep gehehetting my neheheheheckk!!"
"Cause your laugh when I get you here is so cute," Hyune stated. Smiled against the shell of Chan’s ear, close enough that his breath ghosted warm over skin.
“Sensitive here?” He murmured, voice barely above a whisper.
The feather answered for him—circling the outer edge of Chan’s ear in tiny, fluttering spirals.
Chan’s shoulders shot up to his ears on instinct, trying to protect the spot, but that only trapped the feather closer. A fresh wave of giggles spilled out—higher pitched now, almost frantic. "Plehehehehehease!! Cohohohome on, nohohohot the neck!!"
"And yet," Hyunjin observed. "Your free hand has done absolutely nothing to try and stop me."
Chan flushed so deep his skin might as well have been merlot. His free hand was indeed fisting his own hoodie. Straining. Trying hard not to cover his sensitive neck and ears. "Shuhuhut up!! I cahahahan't breathe!!"
Hyunjin finally eased off—just a fraction—letting the feather hover an inch away, giving Chan a heartbeat to drag in ragged air.
But he didn’t pull back far.
“You’re so red, hyung. And you’re still giggling even when I stop.”
He proved it by letting the feather hover. Just the tip brushing the lobe of Chan’s ear again, not moving, just threatening.
Chan’s shoulders jumped at the contact. A fresh peal of giggles slipped out before he could stop them. Adorable.
Hyunjin set the quill down on the nightstand with exaggerated care, as if it were a live grenade rather than a harmless writing tool. Then he knelt properly in front of Chan again, close enough that their knees brushed on the rug.
“Hyung,” he said quietly, voice stripped of its earlier teasing edge. He reached out and cupped Chan’s flushed cheek with one cool palm, thumb brushing away the last tear that clung to his lashes.
"I think you've had enough," Hyunjin concluded. He eased off and grabbed the lotion from the bedside table, softly pulling Chan's hand out from between the headboard slats. Massaging feeling back into the wrist.
Chan groaned, face still scarlet. Melting back, face scrunched in mild discomfort as pins and needles erupted along the area that had previously lacked circulation.
“This isn’t over,” he rasped. “Payback is coming. And it’s going to be brutal.”
Hyunjin just grinned, picking up the quill again and twirling it once between his fingers.
“I’m counting on it, hyung.”
anyways ik i'm a little rusty ... please forgive me hahaha please give me feedback i crave it TT
“Ugh!! I can’t keep up with this shitty part!” Jisung groaned in frustration; clearly recording was going a little worse than he wanted to.
“Calm down, hyung. We’ll get through it, don’t worry.” Jeongin soothed the elder, a concerned expression on his face.
Jisung almost burst into sobs, a small lump in his throat making him gulp sadly.
Jeongin’s heart nearly shattered at the disheartened, hopeless expression on his poor hyung’s face.
He reached over to pull the ace into a back hug, gently stroking along Hanji’s back, pressing a kiss to the boy’s neck.
He had no intention on doing anything to the older other than comforting him, but let’s say his efforts led to something else.
Jisung let out a sharp shriek at the maknae’s fingers, which were now halfway down his spine.
“Oh?~” Jeongin teased, smiling when a manager across the room grinned at the sound.
He snuck his hands up Jisung’s shirt, causing the poor ace to twist desperately in his grip.
“Why are you squirming so much?” Jeongin grunted, gently tickling along Hanji’s tummy, causing the boy to squeal high and long. “Eeehah!~”
“That’s so adorable, isn’t it?” Innie whispered into Jisung’s ear, intending on reducing the boy to a puddle of melty glee.
“Ihihinnnieee…wehehehe’re in puhuhublic!!” Poor Jisung squeaked, face flushing a deep red as some staff members giggled at his plight.
“That’s why you should keep quiet…You should be glad that I’m going softly and I’m not wrecking you till you cry and squeal like the ticklish baby that you are~”
Jisung let out a yelp when Jeongin nibbled on an area behind his ear, apologizing through his giggles when a manager checked up on him.
A few of the female staff members began smiling, and Jisung felt inwardly awkward embarrassment wash up in his stomach.
“Ahaaahaaa!! Ihihihinnie thahahat tihihickles tohohooo muhuhuch! I cahahant stay quihihiet!~” Jisung whisper-giggled, shaking his head desperately when the maknae’s fingers returned to the sensitive area of his tummy, gently scribbling along the skin without a care in the world.
“Stohohohohop!! Jeohongin p-plehehehease!!” Poor Hannie squealed loudly, trying to cover his mouth but only tearing up in the corners of his eyes.
“How much of this can you take? Shall we test it out?” Innie whispered in his ear, causing poor Jisung to frantically giggle out a few high-pitched apologies as some staff members began to giggle in amusement, trying to mind their own business while internally warming up at the cute quokka’s shrieks and laughs. “Noohohohoho!!”
“Awh, hyungie. Let’s see how long it’ll take till you’re begging~”
“I’ll stop when you admit you’re not frustrated anymore.”
“Stohohohohop!!” Jisung demanded, though the giggly words didn’t help his case. “Youhuhu ahahactually suhuhuck!!”
“Hm?~” The fingers moved to his sides instead, causing the quokka to almost fling himself off of the chair, hysterical squeals forcing themselves from his throat as he desperately tried to keep quiet.
“Sensitive?”
“Stahahahap!! Ihinnie oho my GAHAHAHA—”
“You still frustrated?”
“Ihihim n-nahahahat!! ihihim not plehehehease let gohohoho~!”
Jisung sighed in relief when the fingers and lips finally fell from his skin. the maknae patted him on the back, handing the quokka his water bottle and a lollipop to suck, red as usual.
Jisung realized he didn’t even remember what he was frustrated about, though he definitely had to endure the teasing from all the staff members, a red blush coating his cheeks every time.
