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âI thought you were the one who wanted this, hyung,â Seungmin says flatly, like heâs discussing the weather rather than the fact that heâs currently straddling Minhoâs hips, fingers hovering with dangerous intent over his sides.Â
Minho squirms beneath him, wrists secured to the bed frame, shoulders tense as he tries, and fails, to twist away. His face is scrunched up, eyes squeezed shut, lips pressed tight like heâs holding back something embarrassing.
So, youâre probably wondering how Minho got into this situation. Much less, how Minho got into this situation actually tied down by the one and only Kim Seungmin.Â
Well, after one too many misunderstandings between the divorced couple, Minho and Seungmin had come to an agreement. A horrible agreement, but an agreement nonetheless.Â
Whenever one of them had a lee moodâno matter how bad it got, no matter how embarrassing it was, they had to tell the other.Â
It was always too embarrassing to tell the other members (that they agreed on wholeheartedly), and they were both good lers, so it was an easy and foolproof way to get what they wanted.
And even better, they didnât have to tell anyone about this agreement. It was already too mortifying to mention the fact that they let each other tickle, but it also ensured none of them would spill.Â
Oh, how it backfired on Minho badly.Â
It had been a casual Tuesday afternoon. The lee mood had been bad, lasting more than three days and making Minho feel like a walking nerve. And even worse, the others had started picking up his initial jumpiness.Â
So Minho desperately sees through his last resort. The 3 Pâs. The perfect way to get rid of a lee mood.Â
âI really wish a good ler was around here somewhere. This lee mood is killing me.â He looks pointedly at Seungmin across the room. P one: Purposefully stroking the puppyâs ego.Â
Seungmin happily puffs his chest. âLuckily, the best ler in the whole group is sitting right in front of you.â
Minho rolls his eyes secretively. Sure. Real humble, Seungmin. He smiled, fluttering his lashes. P two: Provoke provoke provoke.Â
 âReally?â He looked around, exaggerating his movements. âI donât see him~â
Seungmin narrows his eyes. âOh you littleââ
Minho bolts. Very logical of him. P three:Â Pray that you donât die.Â
Of course, he underestimated Seungmin, who catches him and makes quick work of him in seconds, tying him down and straddling his waist.Â
And he waits. âLee Minho.âÂ
âKim Seungmin.â Minho shot back.Â
Seungmin grins slyly. âAre you really this pathetic? You literally admitted you were in a lee mood. You then provoked me further despite our agreement. So you want me to tickle you that bad, hm?â
Minho scoffed. âYouâre delusional, Kihim Seungmihin.â He clamped his lips together as Seungmin playfully littered some pokes along his tummy.Â
And thatâs how Minho got here.Â
Seungmin sat comfortably perched on Minhoâs thighs, his knees pressing lightly into the mattress on either side of the older manâs hips.Â
The rope around Minhoâs wrists was soft but secure, looped neatly around the slats of the bed frame above his head, keeping his arms stretched taut and helpless.
Minhoâs black t-shirt had ridden up during their playful scuffle, exposing a pale strip of toned stomach that rose and fell with every quick, anticipatory breath.
Minhoâs face was already flushed a deep pink, cheeks puffed out as he tried to school his expression into something a little less pathetic.Â
His lips were pressed into a tight line, but the corners kept twitching. âShut uhup!! I-I donât know what y-youâre talking about!â
âReally?â Seungmin retorted, eyebrows shooting up to his hairline. âSo this had nothing to do with our little agreement?âÂ
He continued the horrid poking, even switching to trailing his nails along the skin of Minhoâs tummy. Minho throws his head back, straining, trying so hard to hold it in.Â
âAwhhh, is our resident house cat trying to hold it in? You donât like your tummy rubs?â
Minhoâs stomach twitched under Seungminâs trailing finger. âDonâtâdonât say thahahat!!â
Seungmin tilted his head, looking far too pleased with himself. âWhat do you mean? Youâre the one who wanted to beââ
He was cut off by a squeal. Seungmin looks down. One of his fingers was in Minhoâs belly button.Â
âOh?â Seungminâs eyes sparkled with delight, voice dripping with mock surprise. âIs that a bad spot, hyung?âÂ
Minho basically folds in half. All that held-back laughter exploded out of him in a stream of unsteady giggles and whines. Seungmin continued, slipping his hands to Minhoâs sides. Â
Minho threw his head back against the pillow, his usually sharp, cat-like eyes scrunched tightly in laughter. His legs kicked uselessly behind Seungmin, heels drumming against the mattress. âStohoHOHOP!! YOUâRE SOHO MEHEHEHEAN!!âÂ
Seungminâs fingers slowed to a gentle, almost tender rhythmâlight fluttering touches that danced across Minhoâs quivering sides without digging in too harshly.Â
He kept his expression carefully neutral, that signature deadpan face making everything feel ten times more unbearable for the older man trapped beneath him.
Minho was still breathing hard, little residual giggles slipping out every few seconds even though the tickling had dialed back.
Seungmin tilted his head slightly, watching Minhoâs every twitch with quiet focus. His voice came out soft, almost kind, but delivered in that flat, honest tone that somehow made it worse.
âYou want more, hyung? Or are you done?â
Minho looked like he wanted to sink through the floor. âWha-why would you ask that?â
Seungmin hummed thoughtfully, still moving his fingers in that maddeningly gentle wayânever too rough, never overwhelming, but constant. âIâm asking because I want to make it good for you. You always get embarrassed when I say it out loud, butâŚyou havenât actually told me to stop yet.âÂ
His eyes met Minhoâs flushed face directly, honest and steady. âDo you want me to stop, hyung? Be honest.â
Minho was a mess beneath him. His wrists pulled weakly at the soft ties, chest rising and falling rapidly as helpless giggles poured out of him in a constant, breathy stream.Â
His face was flushed deep pink, eyes glassy with laughter-tears, and every time Seungminâs nails skittered lightly over a particularly sensitive patch just below his ribs, he let out a high-pitched whine that made him want to disappear.
âStohop gohohoing so lightly!â Minho shrieks. âIhihitâs kihihilling meheheâ!!â
Seungmin sighs. âThen tell me what you want!! Gosh, this is what happens when I try to be nice to you.â He smiles fondly down at the scarlet, squirming boy under him.Â
âJustâJust go harder!! Just wreck me properly!â Minho orders, hiding his face in his arm.Â
Seungmin gasped. âOhhhhh!! Why didnât you just say so?âÂ
Minho was gonna strangle him the second he was out of these ropes. Luckily, he didnât have much time to think about it because Seungmin has stopped playing nice.Â
His hands moved quicker, digging and scribbling fiercely into Minhoâs sides, fingers wiggling and scratching with purpose. Every time Minho tried to twist away, Seungmin followed, targeting the spots that made him squeal the loudestâright beneath the ribs, then back down to those horribly sensitive hollows at his waist.
Minhoâs laughter turned loud and uncontrollable, bright cackles mixed with desperate, breathless shrieks. Tears streamed down his flushed cheeks as he thrashed against the restraints, legs kicking wildly behind Seungmin.
âNOOHOHOHOOHO!! Ihihihit tihihickles it tihiHIHIHICKLES!!âÂ
âNo shit, Sherlock,â Seungmin retorted. âIâm tickling you. What did you expect?â
Seungminâs hands finally slowed to a stop, resting lightly on Minhoâs trembling sides as the older man gasped for air beneath him.
Minho sucked in another shaky breath, blinking up at the ceiling as residual giggles kept slipping out. His whole body was still twitching from the aftershocks.
Then Seungmin tilted his head, that mischievous little grin creeping back onto his face as he asked innocently: âNow where should I go next?â
Minhoâs head snapped up so fast he nearly strained his neck. He gaped at Seungmin in pure disbelief, eyes wide and mouth slightly open. âYouâreâŚyouâre asking me?!â he croaked, voice hoarse from laughing so much. âYouâre supposed to decide that!!â
Seungmin let out a soft laugh, his eyes sparkling with amusement instead of that flat deadpan look. He shifted his weight on Minhoâs thighs, making sure the older man was still securely pinned. âI know, but itâs cute when you try to explain it,â He said honestly, voice warm and teasing.
He tried to twist his upper body away, but with his wrists tied and Seungmin sitting firmly on his thighs, there was nowhere to go. After a long moment of squirming silence, he finally mumbled into his own arm, voice barely audible and dripping with embarrassment.
ââŚHips are my death spot.â
Seungminâs eyebrows shot up, his grin turning positively wicked. He leaned in even closer, practically hovering over Minho now. âOh? Your death spot?â he repeated, voice dripping with teasing delight.
He didnât wait even a second, thumbs digging into Minhoâs hips with zero hesitation. Vibrating his fingers into the hollows.Â
âAh,â Seungmin says, far too pleased, voice bright with amusement as his fingers start digging in steady, deliberate motion along Minhoâs hips. âSo this is the spot.â
Minho is immediately gone again.
âAAAHAHAHAHAAH SEHEHEHEUNGMIN!!â
Seungmin laughs under his breath, watching him fall apart all over again, completely unbothered and entirely entertained.
âShouldâve just told me sooner,â he says, almost fondly.
Seungminâs fingers press in again, right along the same sensitive spots, but this time thereâs a sharper edge to itâcool fingertips sliding over warm skin in a way that makes Minho jolt harder than before.
âOh?â Seungmin hums, almost pleased. âSensitive to temperature too?â
âTHAHAHATâS NOT THE POINTâ!â Minho squeals, squirming uselessly against the bed, his laughter instantly back in full force. âWHY ARE YOUR HANDS SO COHOHOHOHOLD?!â
âCute.â Seungmin comments casually. âWhy do you hate it so much when we call you cute?â
âBECAUSE IâM NOHOHOHOHOHOT!!â Minho breaks off into laughter again when Seungmin lightly scrapes his nails along his side, just enough to make him fold. âSEHEHEUNGMIN!!â
âSeungmin is no more.â Seungmin grins. âItâs your favorite, hyung~âÂ
Minho blanches. âNononononoââ
âItâs the tickle monsterrr~â Seungmin sang, voice saccharine with mock innocence.Â
âSTOHOHOP thatâs so chihihihildish!!â Minho whined. But his bright red ears told a completely different story. And he was throwing his head back and howling with laughter again.Â
Because Seungmin drops it again. Not even fully. Just enough.
Those fingers dart in, quick and precise, right along Minhoâs sides in that exact pattern he knows works too well now.
Minho opens his mouth.
Closes it.
Fails to produce anything coherent because Seungmin scratches again and his brain completely short-circuits into laughter.
Heâs gone again, laughter spilling out uncontrollably as Seungmin resumes with absolute confidence, fingers pressing and scribbling along his sides in relentless, controlled chaos.
âNO MORE NO MORE PLEHEHEHHEHEHEASE!!â
Seungmin has fully committed to being the problem now.
Not even pretending otherwise.
Minho is already halfway goneâbreathless, flushed, laughing in shaky bursts when Seungmin lifts his hands just long enough to reset the tension again.
Seungmin looks down at him like heâs considering it very seriously.
Then, in the softest, most infuriating voice imaginable: âBut hyungâŚâ He wiggles his fingers slowly. âThe tickle monsterâs hungry for moreee~ More ticklish sides and tummies~âÂ
His fingers dig in again, scratching lightly but quickly now, moving between Minhoâs stomach and sides in a way that feels completely unfairâno pattern, no mercy, just constant tickles.
âNOHOOHOOHO NOT THEHEHEHERE!!â
âNot where? Here?â Seungmin switched to both sides at once, nails raking up and down in alternating patterns that made Minhoâs brain short-circuit.
Minhoâs gasping with embarrassment through his laughs. âI CANT I CANT I CAHAAHAHAHNTâ!!â
âOh really?â Seungmin nodded along exaggeratedly, eyes sparkling with pure joy. âYou canât? Thatâs so sad.âÂ
His voice was mock-sympathetic as he scratched harder, nails dragging deliberately over the delicate bones of Minhoâs ribs, finding the spots that made Minho jolt like heâd been shocked.
your post about who might be most and least ticklish in each group just appeared on my tl and i just realized there's the possibility that jxw is basically the most ticklish svt subunit and for some reason that's so cute to me
If you asked me why I like tickling, I would tell you that I like it, because it makes me happy.
If you asked me on a deeper level, I'd tell you I enjoy it, because I lost my childhood too fast, I became serious and frustrated. Tickling, as dumb as it sounds, helps to remind me that I can still be silly and not always take things too seriously. It makes me feel thrill, the same thrill when you're watching a horror movie, that anticipating accent. It makes me feel safe, and relax, taking my mind off of stuff when I need to.
clearer version. i can't move on from this. the smirk on jimin's face. and i can tell he tickled him just slightly rougher the second time to guarantee a reaction đľâđŤ the way jungkook whips his head around like "who tf is tickling me"
