" 'sup, pabo?" Your best friend Hoseok said as you answered your front door, pajamas still on and your hair a mess. You scowled. "It's too early to deal with you right now," You replied, begrudgingly opening the door so he could enter, the rest of his friend squad in tow. A giggle passed your lips when you saw a very groggy Yoongi sulking behind Jin, not looking much more awake then you were. Although unlike you, he was wearing clothes fit for going out in public. You looked down at your pajama bottoms in embarrassment. The boys filed into your small, 1 bedroom apartment, Jungkook and Jin lounging on the couch, Jimin perched on the armrest beside Jungkook, Tae and Hoseok sitting indian style behind the coffee table, Jin, Namjoon, and Yoongi sitting in the single-person chairs. You combed your fingers through your hair and slowly sat down in- between the youngest and the oldest on the couch, both politely sliding to the side to give you some elbow room. Nobody said anything. In fact, the only noise there was in the apartment at that moment was the faint buzzing of the refrigerator. "So," You began, nervously rubbing your palms against your knees, "What brings you all here at ass-o-clock in the morning?" Yoongi huffed slightly, Jin and Namjoon glancing at each other with laughing eyes at the sleepy rapper. "We just wanted to come visit," Hobie piped up, looking at Jimin with a secretive glance. You narrowed your eyes at him. "Uh-huh. The last time you said that you 'just wanted to visit', it was because you got kicked out of your room for playing 'Touch My Body' at 3 in the morning and annoying the socks off of Yoongles." The maknae line all giggled in unison, Hobie not looking a bit impressed at your accusation. "It's a beautiful song," he defended, crossing his arms. "It deserves to be played and enjoyed and-" You held your hand up, silencing him. "I just want to know the real reason why you're here." Jimin laughed. "Well, we were all horsing around last night and we wanted to know if you were more ticklish than Jungkookie," He stated, Jungkook crossing his arms and rolling his eyes in annoyance at his Hyung. You didn't blame him, honestly. "So you woke me up after a 12-hour shift just to ask me if I was ticklish? You couldn't have just, I don't know, sent me a text?" The boys exchanged guilty glances, all of them bowing their heads in slight embarrassment. Except for Yoongi, who you were pretty sure was just bowing his head because he was asleep. "We wanted to see for ourselves," Taehyung smirked. "because we all know if we had sent a text asking you'd have said something like 'I'm not ticklish, you perv' or something like that." You immediately shot up out of your seat. "You guys are NOT going to tickle me," you stated as firmly as you could. The sunshine line sent knowing looks at each other before springing up and lunging for you, Hobie's knee knocking your coffee cup off the coffee table, it's contents spilling onto the (luckily) wood floor. You shrieked and made a mad dash for your room, only to somehow find yourself on the floor a second later, a grinning Taehyung hovering over you. You glared at him as the others sat on their knees around you, all grinning like idiots. You noticed Taehyung's hand moving onto the ticklish part of your waist, making you squirm. "I swear to God Kim Taehyung, if you tickle me I will kick you," You threatened, trying to buck him off. He yelped in surprise, his hands grabbing your wrists and pinning them to your sides, throwing a look at Jimin and Hobie, who both moved foreward and placed their hands on your sides. You bit back a very inappropriate insult. "Don't you-" before you could finish your sentence, the two boys had started moving their fingers against your skin, sending little waves of panic through you. "Y-YAH" You yelled, squirming and kicking. "DON'T D-DO THAT!" All the boys were laughing, none harder than Yoongi, who suddenly seemed to take interest in your compromising situation. Their fingers started moving faster against your skin, Jungkook coming over and tickling above your knee, making your scream from the wave of ticklish-ness sent through you. You bought your leg back and surged it foreward, accidentally hitting the maknae in the chest, making him yelp in pain and fall onto his butt. The others, including the ones assaulting your with tickles, rushed over to the fallen boy, making sure he was okay. (Much to the youngest's dismay). You took the opportunity to get up and flee, Hoseok screeching something along the lines of "SHE'S GETTING AWAY" before he sprung up and chased after your fleeing figure. Luckily for you, the bathroom was only a foot away from where you had been pinned down, and your slammed the door, almost in Hobie's face. You took a deep breath, tired from the laughing you had just done. Looking down at the sink counter, you noticed your phone was sitting on the edge, plugged into the wall. You had plugged it in before you took a shower the night before, and had forgotten to unplug it. You smirked, opening your contact's book and clicking on 'Boys's Manager-nim' before sending said manager a message asking him to 'please come collect your 7 babies from my living room', the boys still pounding on the bathroom door, promising not to tickle you if you came out. (which you knew was a blatant lie). "Y'all better run before your manager gets here," you yelled at them, giggling. "I just sent a message telling him that you guys were here and making a scene." All was still and quiet before you heard a combination of "omg's" and "Fuck, we gotta go.'s.". The sound of the boys leaving was akin to a stampede of scared hippos running through the forest. You cackled. Once you had heard your front door slam shut and all was quiet, you got out of the bathroom, laughing at your actions from before. You went over to where the spilled coffee cup was, kneeling down and dabbing at the dark brown puddle with napkins. When you were finished, you got up and threw the soiled paper in the trashcan, turning your back to return to your room, where you flopped down onto the bed on your back, sighing. Your friends are such children. But of course, that's why you love them.
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