Hello!! can I suggest something with lee! seonghwa and ler! ateez hwa is a tiny bean so I think it would make people soft
Lee!Seonghwa x Ler!Hongjoong
A/N: thank you so much @hooongjoong for the request! wasn’t sure if with “ler!ateez” you meant all ateez members or any ateez members but either way, i’ll get a lee!seonghwa x ler! all other ateez members going soon anyways:)
also, notice how i’m physically incapable of writing anything other than sickfics/comfort fics? ha ha. enjoy. didn’t proofread as always.
A soft knock on the bedroom door woke Seonghwa from his light sleep. He didn’t have the energy to push himself from the mattress and turn to see who it was, but he heard slow footsteps towards his bed and the rattling of some crockery. He felt his mattress towards his right, and only then did he turn his head to look up sleepily.
“How are you feeling now?” Hongjoong’s gently voice said.
Seonghwa’s voice was raspy and weak. “You guys aren’t going to practice?”
“That’s not an answer to my question.”
Seonghwa sighed deeply, face down into the pillow. After an hour of puking his stomach out the previous night, Seonghwa didn’t fall asleep for another 4 hours. It was currently 10 AM, and he’d expected Hongjoong to be in the practice room with the other members by now.
“I feel like crap. My throat burns from all the vomiting, it feels like there’s a tornado going around in my stomach. At least I got some sleep..” the older answered. Hongjoong tsk’ed sympathetically and rubbed Seonghwa’s back, to which the latter relaxed.
“I brought you some tea for your throat, I figured it’d burn. You should get cleaned up and have some breakfast, Hwa. I’ll make you pancakes if you wanna?” Seonghwa stayed quiet for a moment. Was Hongjoong really gonna stay home for him, when he had so much to do? He was the busiest out of all of the members.
“What about practice? The others did go, right?”
“They did, they’re practicing the choreography without us,” Hongjoong said.
“But.. shouldn’t you be there? You’re their leader.”
“Yeah, but I’m your leader too. And you’re sick, so I’m not leaving you alone here without anyone to take care of you,” Hongjoong argued. Seonghwa blushed. “Plus, they’ve got the choreographer and Yunho, they’ll be fine.”
Seonghwa sighed and nodded. “I don’t wanna get up yet.”
“Then don’t. I’ll make breakfast while you shower, but I can stay here for now if that’ll make you feel better.” Seonghwa nodded, and Hongjoong started to lightly draw patterns into Seonghwa’s back with his nails.
Seonghwa almost tensed up from the sensation, but he held himself back and relaxed. He couldn’t keep his mind from wandering off, however. The light back rubs triggered the lee in Seonghwa, and his cheeks flushed as he imagined Hongjoong’s hands slowly moving towards his sides-
Wait. He wasn’t imagining it. Hongjoong’s fingers were really dancing towards Seonghwa’s sides, and he tensed at the realisation, tiny whimpers sounding from the vocalist.
“Hong~!” he whined, trying his very best to hide how his ears turner bright red.
“Sorry, sorry! My hands slipped,” the younger said, trying to sound apologetic, though there was a grin stuck on his face. He had suspected the older’s liking to tickling, as he always noticed how Seonghwa would raise his arms to stretch or pretend to grab something from the highest shelf, and the way he’d smile when he did receive a poke or pinch here and there. Hongjoong thought it was adorable, and Seonghwa’s reddening ears at the “accidental” side tickles was all the confirmation he needed.
For a while, Hongjoong neatly stayed in the area of Seonghwa’s back, until his shoulders stopped being so tense and he seemed relaxed again. That’s when Hongjoong dug his fingers in Seonghwa’s hips, this time a little more sudden. The latter let out a happy squeal, which he immediately tried to cover up by throwing his hand over his mouth. He squirmed until Hongjoong retreated his hands again.
“Hongjoong! Why-why did you-”
“You can tell me, you know?”
Seonghwa gulped. He had a slight idea he knew what the rapper was talking about, but he didn’t wanna think about it. “Tell you what?”
“That you like tickles.” Hongjoong’s tone was calm, with a hint of playfulness from the smirk that grew on his face as he so effortlessly exposed Seonghwa.
The older freezed. His cheeks burned hotter than the sun. How did Hongjoong find out? Was he that obvious about it? Did the other members know too? For how long?
There were a million questions swimming through Seonghwa’s brain but he couldn’t make up the right words to say something, so he stayed quiet.
“You thought I didn’t know? Oh, you cute little thing~ You’re so obvious about it, you might as well just hold a sign that says ‘Please tickle me’,” Hongjoong said, chuckling as Seonghwa whined. The older’s hand came up to hide his cheeks.
Seonghwa felt the mattress shift, and before he knew it, Hongjoong mounted his butt. His hands were still on his hips, rubbing circles into them oh so slowly and devilishly. It made Seonghwa squirm.
Seonghwa expected the tickling to get worse, but Hongjoong stayed still, making Seonghwa whine with anticipation.
“Oh, you didn’t think I was gonna do anything without you asking first, did you?”
..Seonghwa really didn’t wanna ask. He could barely say the t-word on its own, in any context, let alone specifically asking Hongjoong to tickle him.
“But- but Hongjoong-“ he tried, face buried in the pillow.
“No buts, hyung. You’re gonna ask politely if you want anything. Come on, it’s not hard.” Hongjoong’s hands suddenly grabbed onto Seonghwa’s sides, and Seonghwa gasped. They moved upwards, palms smoothly running over the ribs, to his shoulder blades, down his back and back to his hips, where the fingers drummed on the slight streak of exposed skin impatiently.
Seonghwa creaked out a small, “please”.
He sighed, and swallowed down his shyness and shame. “Please tickle me.”
At that, Hongjoong smirked, immediately digging his fingers into Seonghwa’s hips. This time, they did keep squeezing and pinching, sending waves of giggles through Seonghwa’s body.
“That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” Hongjoong teased. Seonghwa grabbed onto the sheets, giggling into the pillow uncontrollably.
“Shuhuhut uhuhup!” he said, trying to sound a bit firm, though the words came out mixed with high pitched giggles and squeals.
Hongjoong’s hands smoothly snuck beneath Seonghwa’s shirt, and he went from squeezing to scratching and spidering, all over Seonghwa’s sides. They climbed upwards, nearing the boy’s ribs.
“Tickle tickle tickle~” Hongjoong teased, building up the anticipation before he started pressing onto all of Seonghwa’s ribs.
“Hohohongjoong pleahahahase!” the older begged, but his pleas fell on deaf ears.
Hongjoong just chuckled, and raised Seonghwa’s shirt.
“H-hong what are you dohohOHOHO nohoho~!”
Hongjoong had leaned down, pressed his lips to Seonghwa’s back and blown a big raspberry. He continued blowing raspberries, all over Seonghwa’s back, sides and hips with a squirming and begging Seonghwa beneath him.
“Stohohohop Joongiehehe, I can’t!” Seonghwa really didn’t want Hongjoong to stop. In reality, he had the biggest, happiest and most genuine smile on his face and he was happy he was finally getting what he before that moment only had dreamed about.
In addition to the raspberries, Hongjoong dug his fingers into Seonghwa’s sides once again, nearly making the older scream.
After a few more minutes of endless tickling all over Seonghwa’s backside, Hongjoong decided it would be better to let the vocalist rest for a bit. The tickles clearly cheered Seonghwa up, so he was sure he wasn’t done exploring Seonghwa’s ticklish spots for that day. He didn’t wanna drive him to the point of puking or passing out from laughing too much, though.
He got off Seonghwa’s butt, and let him catch his breath before making the boy sit up. He handed him a cup of tea.
“I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide things like these from us, hyung. It’s okay,” Hongjoong said softly.
Seonghwa blushed as he sipped his tea. “I know, I know. It’s not you, it’s just.. I was embarrassed. That’s all, it’s not like I don’t trust you, Joongie.”
Hongjoong nodded. “Good. I’m sure you’re not the only one anyways. Have you seen how San puts his feet in our lap whenever he has the chance? I’m gonna have to test that out too..” Hongjoong muttered, before standing up.
“Breakfast will be ready by the time you’re done showering. Hurry, you must be hungry, you ticklish little baby.”
Seonghwa’s face was as red as a tomato when he stepped into the bathroom.
A/N i hope you liked it!! i wanted to have hongjoong be the one taking care/being motherly of seonghwa for once cause everyone always makes seonghwa be the caring/motherly one and i’m sick and tired of it (yeAh)
i feel like my build ups to the tickles keep getting longer and longer. i like having a plot ok TT anyways have a nice day!
