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getting fixated on something is funny because the first like week i have an insatiable need to tell everyone i know about it and spread the good word but by weeks 2 and 3 it becomes so intense and personal that even hearing it mentioned in public makes me sweat as if a dark secret was alluded to
Jisung shifted in his seat. His increasingly unbearable lee mood was not being helped by Minnie’s ranting.
“It was torture! That brush thingy almost murdered me-hey, where are you going?” Seungmin asked, vaguely offended that Han was leaving just like that.
“Ummm I need to water my dog!” Jisheng ran out of the room as fast as possible.
“Why do you need to water Bbama?!” Seungmin shouted after him.
Han panted as he ran into Minho’s room. He couldn’t handle it anymore. He needed tickles and he needed it now.
“Let me guess, you want me to tickle you?” Lee Know asked the second Han sat in front of him.
Seeing Jisung’s puzzled expression, he explained. “I originally bought that brush tool for you, but you had gone out at the time, so I had to settle for Seungmin.”
Minho giggled at the blush and pout that the younger sported. “Dear, ticklish Hannie, you will always be my number one lee…” He laughed when Jisung whined and buried his head in the older’s chest.
“Can you just get it over with…” Jisung whispered.
“If you can tell me what you want, i’ll tickle you.” Minho teased.
“Fine. Hyung, please t-tickle me…” Jisung said, he was way too desperate for the tingly feelings to care about the fact that he said the word.
However, Lee Know was startled at how easily and quickly the younger gave in, and made out the fact that he was probably incredibly needy for tickles.
“How do you want them?” Minho asked nonchalantly, only flustering the younger more.
“Can you call Innie?” Jisung asked, just as Chris walked into the room for his phone.
“What do you need, Hannie? Whatever Innie can do, I can help too!” Chan knew that the only thing he couldn’t do was be taller, but he wasn’t gonna mention that.
“Nothing, Grandpa-” Jisung replied sassily, he just wanted his tickles.
“Hey! I’m not that old!” Chan defended himself, just to get cut off by Jeongin’s hysterical laughter behind him.
The eldest glared as the maknae wiped an imaginary tear, still giggling.
“Yah! What was that for?!” Chris screeched, truly offended, and Jisung couldn’t help but burst into laughter himself.
“Jisung wants to be wrecked, can you help me?” Minho suddenly blurted out, smiling when Jisung slammed a hand over the older’s mouth, ears and face turning beet-red.
“Awe! Hyung that’s so sweet!” Jeongin cooed, seating himself next to the bright red ace.
“Ooh! Can I help! Tickling Jisung is so much fun!” Chan practically squealed, laughing when Hannie whined yet again, mumbling at them to shut up.
Within 5 seconds, Jisung was pinned down to the bed, and fingers were rapidly digging into his sides in a vigor even the ace couldn’t keep up with it.
“NO! wahahahait! PLEASE STOP!” He yelled.
The fingers stopped at once. “Can you use that thingy…” Hannie mumbled.
Lee Know almost squealed out of excitement. He fished the brush out of his drawer and used the strap to attach it to…wait, where did Jisung want it?
“there please.” Jisung freed one of his hands to point at his belly button.
“Are you sure? It’s pretty intense.” Lee Know seemed worried.
“How about we start…here!” Chan helped Minho pass the strap around, attaching the brush to Jisung’s third-highest rib.
Meanwhile, Han could not stop giggling for the life of him.
Was it the anticipation, or the feeling of their hands snaking under his shirt to attach the brush? He had no clue.
When the others were done, they each grabbed an arm and pulled it above Han’s head while Innie took his seat on Jisung’s legs.
The boy squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the sensations to overtake his body. He waited, and waited, and waited…
“Hyung don’t tease me!” Hannie whined, pouting when Minho cackled before grabbing the little remote.
“So…what setting…” Minho grinned as Jisung almost sobbed in frustration, his face going even redder.
Without Han even being prepared, or ready for the sensation, Minho turned on the little brush, clicking the button quietly with his finger.
“What are you pl-OHOHO MY GOHOHOD HYUHUHUNG?!” Han was thrown into hysterical laughter immediately, much to the delight of the three lers.
“AHAHAHAHA IHITS TOO MUHUHUCH! TOOHOHO MUHUHUCH!” Jisung begged desperately, already reduced to tears.
He swore he had never felt more ticklish in his whole life.
Until the three others decided to descend their fingers on different spots in Jisung’s body, driving the boy absolutely insane.
Han let out the loudest high-pitched squeal ever, leaving all the lers’ eardrums ringing.
“Agh! Why are you so loud hyung?!” Jeongin dug in deeper as a punishment, and Jisung sobbed as he laughed desperately.
He was a thrashing, shaking, wrecked mess within a minute, his hair was wild and his face was burning a bright red. Tears had already soaked the collar of his shirt.
Just within 2 minutes, his laughter went so silent, so silent that there wasn’t even a noise coming out of his throat.
Han became overstimulated with the tickles, and just lay there while the three pairs of hands roamed his body.
He felt amazing. And so so happy.
He was so agitated by the feelings, he became desensitized to the tickling, and he just lay there panting while the others let up for a break, Minho switching off the brush as to not overwhelm the boy.
“I don’t think i’ve ever wrecked him this hard…” Lee Know was immediately worried for the younger, afraid that he had gone too far…that he had hurt him.
Jisung lay there, his brain so fuzzy he probably couldn’t think of anything else. He was so exhausted, but he had never felt happier.
But he wasn’t fully satisfied.
“Hyung…” He cried out meekly for Chan, and the older was incredibly frightened when Han sounded so tired.
He whispered something into Chris’s ear, and the older’s face lit up immediately in surprise.
“What? What did he say?” Lee Know asked.
“He wants us to tickle him harder…” Chan was almost in disbelief, all three lers stared at Jisung, who’s face was slowly getting redder by the second.
“Stop staring! It’s too flustering!” Jisung whined, burying his face in his hands.
He managed to fluster Minho, who’s ler mood was driving him mad. The older boy was staring in shock, unable to say anything, or stop staring.
‘Hey! How come IM flustered?! I’m the ler!’ His brain told him.
Lee Know couldn’t help it. He suddenly felt a surge of confidence, and he leaned over to whisper in Jisung’s ear.
“How hard do you want us to wreck you? Until you cry?” He grinned when Hannie nodded aggressively.
“Or do you want us to go until you start to forget your own name?~”
Minho watched as Han’s ears radiated heat, eyes widened and his heart rate picked up.
Jisung let out an embarrassingly loud squeak, only to bury his head in his hands and nod faintly.
Lee Know immediately shoved the younger into the bed, back up, and dug harshly into the lee’s ribs, loving the scream of laughter he produced.
Chan and Jeongin followed his lead, digging their hands into whatever spot they could reach, quickly driving the ace up a wall.
Lee Know turned on the brush tool and ran it along the lee’s side, loving the screech that Jisung let out from the unexpectedness of the attack.
Minho tossed the tool to Chan, knowing Jisung wouldn’t expect what came next.
The second Han threw his hand back to try and stop the attack, Chris stuck the tool right in his underarm, drawing light circles that had the lee crying out for mercy.
“HYUUUUUNG! HAHAHA! GEHEHET IHIHIT OUHOUT OF THEHEHERE!”
The ace tried to clamp his arms to his sides to make it a little harder, but he had just trapped the tool in his underarm.
Soon enough, Innie snatched the tool out of Jisung’s armpit, buzzing it against the back of Jisung’s knees.
“AHAHAHA! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE! HEHEHE!” Han was going crazy, his back was arched and he had the widest, most irreversible gummy smile on his face.
He managed to scream one last time before his laughter cut out completely, voice too tired to beg anymore.
Jeongin kept switching between using the brush on Jisung’s knees and his feet, and every time he switched, the lee screamed and his laughter went silent yet again.
Chan’s fingers were still tickling Jisung’s thighs, and Minho continued to attack the younger’s ribs.
Innie pressed the brush to the arch of Jisung’s right sole, expecting a reaction, but was worried when the older made no sound at all.
“Oh. My. God!” Chan screeched when Jisung slumped underneath them, falling into a grin-filled sleep.
“WE KILLED HIM!” Innie screamed, frightened.
“Oh calm down. He’s just fainted. He loved it…he’ll wake up in a few.” Minho informed them, scooping the boy into his arms and pressing a kiss to the top of his head.
“He better….” Chan replied, grabbing Innie around the waist and walking to the next room.
“Hyung…” Hannie had woken up, burying himself further into Minho’s chest.
“You okay Hannie?” Lee Know had to check.
“Yeah…I’m fine.” Han replied, taking in the comforting warmth of his hyung’s hug.
Comfortable silence was heard throughout the room, only filled with the sounds of Jisung’s heavy breathing.
“I loved that-“ Jisung started.
“Yeah, I bet you did~” Minho teased.
“Oh, shut it. Can we do that again some other time? Maybe not the fainting part, but-”
“Of course Hannie! Anytime, for you.”
“The real question, though, is are you sensitive to the brush?”
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a/n: wrote this instead of attenting my history class >:] I love them sm 💕 (the tapping thing is actually based on true events with me and my girlfriend aksjsjsh it gave me the idea for this premise) enjoy lovelies!! bonus points if you know the title reference
Rhythm of Love
It was no secret that Minho and Jisung shared a bed.
I mean, sure, they both have separate bedrooms, but why sleep alone when you have a perfectly good cuddle buddy right beside you?
Jisung was almost always the little spoon. Everyone knew he preferred princess treatment– and this was no different. He had tried to offer to be the big spoon for the older, but Minho insisted he was happy where he was. The dancer would slide his arm around Jisung’s waist, pulling him in close, and tuck his nose against the younger’s hair. Jisung could sleep peacefully, his body warm with his bandmate surrounding him.
Secretly, Jisung adored the tiny movements the cat would make. Rubbing gentle circles with his thumb, sliding his hand over his arm, and nuzzling against the side of his head. His personal favorite? Jisung liked to call it one with the rhythm.
Most times, Jisung would sleep with a sound machine to make him less antsy. As of late, after growing bored of the same rainstorm playlists, he would play a soft loop of piano instrumentals of their songs. It helped him immensely; not only with sleeping well, but for coming up with ideas to expand upon for the next album. Whenever the pair would snuggle up for the night, quiet notes floating through his speaker, Minho’s fingers would start tapping. Gentle, rhythmic taps along his side as the older’s arm was slung around his waist. It wasn’t enough to have him squirming to get away, but just enough of a ticklish feeling to send a little burst of electricity; leaving him stupidly giddy. Jisung adored it.
“Someone’s excited.” The dancer hummed, watching with amusement as Jisung shifted from foot to foot, trying to connect his phone to his speaker.
“Tired.” Jisung insisted, a soft pout on his face as the phone told him it was unable to pair with his speaker. He did this every night– how was it not able to pair?
“I’m sure…” Minho murmured, seeing the younger practically vibrating with excitement when the speaker finally paired. Right. Tired.
Jisung beamed, victorious, and hit play, crawling into bed and slotting himself under the older’s arm as the first notes started to fill the room. He let out a content sigh, closing his eyes, feeling Minho’s arm slide around his waist, shifting to assume his usual sleeping arrangement. Three…two…
Nothing?
The producer couldn’t help the soft pout that formed on his lips, noticing the absence of tapping against his side. Minho’s hand was there, yes, but uncharacteristically still. He waited, trying to remain patient so he didn’t give his desire away, but each passing second felt agonizing. Jisung huffed softly, giving a small shimmy to try and stir the hand into action. Still nothing. He frowned, peeking one eye open to glimpse at the older’s face, only to find the eyes already staring back at him.
Busted.
“Uh…hi.” Jisung mumbled, feeling his cheeks redden, shifting under the intense gaze. “What’s up?”
“Knew it.” The cat grinned, looking utterly pleased with himself. “You needy little thing.”
“Knew what?” Jisung replied weakly, trying his best to play innocent, fidgeting with his hands.
“You were waiting for me to start tapping on your side, weren’t you?” Minho pressed, leaning closer, a shit eating smirk on his face. “That’s why you were so excited to get the music playing. You want your nightly little tickles, hm?”
“I-I– uhm–” The producer faltered, hoping the dark room hid the burning blaze that was taking place on his cheeks. “I dunno what you’re t-talking about…”
“Oh Jisungie…” Minho cooed softly, reaching up to pinch at the rapper’s cheeks. “You’re so cute, y’know that? All you had to do was ask.”
“Hyung…” Jisung whined, hiding his face behind his hands, flustered butterflies swirling in his stomach. “You’re so– wait…” He peeked at the older through his fingers, gauging his reaction. “You were gonna do it anyway? Why’d you ask me about it?”
“I like seeing you squirm.” The dancer teased lowly, hugging the younger closer to his side. “You know I love teasing you, Jisungie.”
Jisung whined once more, gently swatting at his bandmate’s chest, a shy smile creeping on his face. “You’re so mean to me! Seriously…”
“Quit your complaining, brat.” Minho tsked playfully, tweaking the younger’s side, reveling in the squeak that followed. “You’ll get what you want.” He leaned closer, grinning as he slipped his hand beneath the rapper’s shirt. “What does Sungie want, hm?”
Jisung giggled nervously, his stomach tensing as the older’s hand laid flat across it. “W-well I–” His mouth quickly snapped shut, a giddy smile stretching across his face as the hand began to move, feathering across his stomach.
“Don’t worry; Hyung knows what you want.” Minho hummed, a fond smile on his lips as he watched the younger’s reaction. “Just a little pampering after a long day, yeah? If I remember correctly, your bottom ribs were always your favorite…” He slid his hand downwards, teasingly pinching at the lower set of ribs. Jisung jerked, sweet giggles tumbling from his lips as he curled up against his bandmate, his cheeks rosy.
“Ehehe…i-it has beheheen tiring w-with the nehehew y-year…” Jisung murmured, biting down on his lip as the dopamine flowed through his system.
“I bet.” Minho agreed, nodding solemnly, dancing his hand up the squirming rapper’s ribcage, wiggling his fingers into the soft flesh. “Poor Jisungie has been neglecting his sleep to pull long hours in the studio. I think this little squirrel needs some laughter to properly tire himself out.”
“Yohohou k-know behehest– hyung!” Jisung squeaked, scrunching up as Minho added his second hand, fluttering it under his chin and making his giggles turn high pitched and bubbly.
“I hope you know Hyung loves you, Sungie.” Minho continued on, grinning, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead, gently tracing his nails across the younger’s sensitive neck. “Very, very, much. And I see how hard you work. I’m so proud of you, Jisungie-ah.”
“Thahahat’s r-really sweheheet, Mihihin hyung.” The producer murmured, hiding his beaming smile in the dancer’s chest. “T-thank yohohou.”
“Always, little squirrel.” Minho assured him, finally pulling his arm out of the younger’s shirt. He resituated his arm in its usual place for their arrangement, his fingers primed to assume the gentle piano playing gesture, tucking his nose against Jisung’s hair. “Get some sleep, yeah? I need you rested up so I can kick your ass in the practice room tomorrow.”
“Yes sir.” Jisung giggled, giving a soft yawn, letting his eyes fall shut once more. “I’ll be sure to…bring your wheelchair for your achy joints, old man.”
“Yah.” Minho snickered, giving his side a playful warning squeeze. “Cheeky brat. Go to sleep before I decide to return to my own room.”
“Hey! Don’t even joke about that, hyung. I’ll cry.”
hai:3 i was wondering if u could do a fic with lee!han and basically the whole of skz were out doing work and han was being an annoying little thing all day so they all ganged up on han and t-worded them when they got back to the dorms, dont feel pressured at all to do this! jus a thought
Take It Or Leave It:
words: 2.6k
a/n: here for his smile ^^^
t/w: rough tickles, public
lee: hannie
ler: skz
taglist: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry
this fic is about tickling, if it's not your cup of tea pls scroll!~
this reminded me of @skznccmlee 🙈
Jisung groaned as he pressed his hands into his own belly. He really wished it was possible to tickle himself.
All the members had been bullying him all day with their teases, especially considering he told them his secret.
What secret? Ah, right. Hannie loved being tickled. Oh, right. His members didn’t think it was that big of a secret.
Their reactions had certainly surprised Jisung.
“Oh, yeah! We knew the whole time~” Minho giggled, loving the way the quokka’s face blushed a deep red.
“I mean, you made it pretty obvious.” Jeongin replied.
Jisung never realized how much work it took to be a lee.
Unfair. They were definitely teasing him.
•••
“Good morning!” Chan walked into the kitchen, grabbing a glass from the cabinet.
“Morning, hyung.” Jisung smiled sweetly, adjusting the tie on his suit.
“Where are you off to? Looking very snazzy, I see.” Channie cooed playfully, watching Jisung scoff and shake his head.
“Me and Seungmin have a meeting with JYP.” Jisung replied, accepting the glass of water Chan accepted him.
“Oh, really? How did Minnie react to that?” Chan snorted.
“Um, let’s just say it involved a few curse words and Seungmin calling him old.” Hannie giggled at the memory.
“Okay, well, have fun!” Chan squeezed the younger’s sides twice before leaving, eliciting squeaks and jolts.
Oh, he definitely did that on purpose.
•••
“Okay, Seungmin. Let’s hold it together, yeah?” Jisung took a deep breath before knocking on the door, hearing a hum before opening it slowly.
The meeting was going very well, time passed smoothly and things seemed to be in order, which made Hannie very happy.
Until Seungmin got bored and decided to be a menace.
Jisung stifled a loud squeal as he felt fingers wandering up his back ribs, JYP looking under his desk to find something he dropped.
The quokka slapped Seungmin’s hand, slamming a hand over his mouth when the fingers returned to his ribs again.
“Ah! Found it!” JYP’s head reappeared, and conveniently, the fingers stopped attacking his ribs.
Clearly, Hannie needed revenge.
•••
Loud groans of pain led Minho to Changbin’s room.
Worried that the boy might have hurt himself somehow, he swung the door open, just to see Changbin massaging out Hannie’s legs.
“What happened?!” Lino watched in shock, Jisung was clearly in a lot of pain.
“He was coming back from some meeting, and he fell down the stairs.” Changbin had hints of worry in his voice.
”Ouch, are you okay?” Minho sat down next to the quokka, who practically had tears in his eyes from the pain.
“I…don’t think so-AGH!” Jisung squealed suddenly.
Changbin jolted aggressively, startled.
He stared down at his fingers, pressed into the inner part of the boy’s thighs.
“Oop. Ticklish Hannie~” Changbin teased playfully, however, he made sure not to do it again, which saddened the younger.
Minho also quickly tasered his belly, causing him to let out another embarrassingly loud squawk.
So unfair.
•••
Jisung changed into comfortable clothes, a slightly cropped top and sweatpants with rips in them, something to fuel his imagination throughout the day.
Bored, he wandered around the dorm looking for someone to provoke.
“Hi Hannie!” Hyunjin walked into the room, tackling the younger in a hug.
The older’s flowy sleeved brushed against Jisung’s bare skin through his top, and he held back a squeak.
Hyunjin smirked evilly and stood up, leaving the room and Jisung to contemplate what had just happened.
•••
“Hey, hyung!” Felix ran into the room, bouncing on the bed next to Hannie.
He showed his phone to the boy excitedly.
“Look!” He started, showing a diagram of a body. “It’s a tickle chart, basically, you have to fill in your worst spots based on color.” Felix pointed at the colors on the diagram next to the blank human.
“Okay?” Jisung could feel his face heating up by the second.
“And I was thinking…if you could fill it out! I’m trying to get everyone to do it, and you’re next on my list.” Felix squealed innocently, handing the phone to the younger.
Hannie was absolutely sure his face was a flaming red by now. “W-What? Why would I just hand that information over to you?”
“If you do it, I’ll give you Minho hyung’s.” Lixie grinned evilly, and Jisung’s mouth dropped open.
“You got his?!” Okay, this seemed like a better deal.
Hannie shakily filled the entire thing out, thinking for a few seconds in between each one.
It was flustering enough just to do it, but with Felix watching his every move, Jisung felt alarmingly vulnerable.
“H-Here you go.” Jisung mentally face palmed at his own stuttering.
“Okay, thanks! I’ll send you hyung’s in a sec, wait.” Felix ran out of the room.
Wait. What the heck?
•••
Jisung collapsed face up on the bed, shivering as cold air hit the back of his knees through the rips.
He thought for a good hard moment. ‘Are they doing this just to tease me?’
Jeongin walked into the room, immediately sitting on the quokka’s back, facing his legs.
A second passed, Jisung trying to twist around to see what the maknae was doing, before fingers cruelly dug into the back of his knees, exposed from the rips in his sweatpants.
Hannie let out an embarrassingly desperate scream, trying his hardest to yank his legs up and away from the maknae’s evil fingers.
However, Innie just switched his position so that he was sitting on the boy’s ankles, leaving Hannie’s legs immobile.
“HEY! HEHEY STOHOP THAHAT!” Jisung begged, trying to rip his legs out of the boy’s grip.
“Okay.” Jeongin shrugged, letting go and just leaving the room, leaving Hannie shocked and desperate.
He groaned loudly and shoved his head into the pillow.
He hated their teasing.
•••
The next day, Hannie walked into the living room, grumpy and very unhappy.
He had just wanted tickles, and now all the members were bullying him.
Minho walked in, and Jisung immediately stood up and attempted to leave the room, just to get caught around the wrist.
“Why have you been avoiding us?”
Jisung could hear a tinge of sadness in the older’s voice, only heightening his guilt.
He didn’t respond, scared his emotions would make him say something he would definitely regret later.
Hannie gently twisted his wrist out of the dancer’s grip before making his way out, stopping in the garden and sitting amongst all the flowers.
He smiled at all the bright colors, remembering when Hyunjin had pinned him down and tickled his ear with one of them.
What happy moments.
Suddenly, he found the entire group crowding around him and hugging him, burying their faces into his chest.
“What’s going on?” Jisung asked, confused.
“You were mad at us. We’re sorry, Hannie.” Chan mumbled, wrapping one of his arms around the quokka’s waist.
“But i’m not? Mad at you?” Hannie asked, giggling when all the members looked at him in shock.
“Then what was that for?!” Changbin hit Minho’s arm, eliciting a loud squawk from the boy.
“Then tell us what’s wrong!” Minho ignored Changbin, pressing his fingers into Hannie’s belly, conveniently right next to the boy’s belly button.
Jisung lost it. “Okay! Okay, I know you all know that I like being tickled. Like really like it, and I love it when you guys are rough with me, but please!” Jisung started.
“I’ve been trying to hint to you guys for days that I wanted it, and I even asked you, hyung! I know it sounds bratty, or whatever, but serious-” He was cut off suddenly.
“Wait. I thought you hated it when we were too rough!” Jeongin accused in the middle.
“No! I really love it…and I’m really sorry I wasn’t able to tell you that, because I was too embarrassed and grumpy and it kinda kept looping around-” Hannie rambled, looking up to try and stop the flow of tears threatening to spill over his eyelashes.
“Oh, Hannie.” Felix cut off, wrapping his arms around the boy’s waist and looking up at him.
“Well, who’s gonna tell him that we’re about to wreck him into oblivion?” Minho asked through the quokka’s rambling, making the younger stop almost immediately.
“…What?” Hannie asked, unable to keep a tiny smile from making its way onto his lips.
“Okay, I have his chart!” Felix pulled it up, making Jisung squeal and hide his face.
He should have known it would come back to backfire on him.
“Okay! 7 worst spots in order…thighs, knees, belly button, ribs, armpits, sides, hips.” Lixie read out casually, causing Hannie to turn the deepest shade of red possible.
He let Changbin stretch him out, he allowed all the members to grab his arms or legs, and he allowed them to make him immobile.
What other permission did he need to give? Minho still asked though, just in case.
“You’re sure? It’s gonna be really rough.”
“Yes, yes. Please do it…” Jisung asked, too impatient to wait any longer.
He realized with a jolt that he was still wearing a slightly cropped shirt, and the grass from the garden was tickling his back lightly.
Changbin placed his hands on his armpits, followed by Minho on his thighs, and Chan on his knees.
Just seeing the two lers so ready to attack his worst spots made Jisung unbelievably needy for his tickles.
Hyunjin tapped on Hannie’s hip bone while Seungmin grinned at him from his ribs, Felix putting his phone away to trace around the quokka’s exposed belly button.
Jisung took a deep breath, biting his lips and shutting his eyes soon afterwards.
“Ready?” Minho asked.
Hannie nodded. It was about to get real intense.
Suddenly, eight hands were digging roughly into his worst spots. The intense shaking his body was going through immediately threw Hannie into hysterics.
“wo-AH! AHAHAHAHAH!” Jisung squealed out, promptly arching his back as high as he could and crashing right back down.
The tickles were so rough, Hannie felt like he was going to ascend. “OHOHO MY GOHOHOSH-AGHAAHAAA!” He screamed, loud and high-pitched.
All the members smiled down fondly at the boy, cackling at an intense volume as his worst spots were abused relentlessly.
He was practically falling apart already, shaking and thrashing as tears slipped down his cheeks.
“OKAHAHAY! OKAHAHA-NOHOHOHAHAHA-!” Hannie could barely get anything out, much less escape.
After about a minute, his chest started to hurt, and his laughter became breathier and more deep.
“STOPSTOPSTOOP I NEEHEEHEED A BREHEAK!” Jisung pleaded, twisting crazily.
The members let up, and Changbin let go of one of Sung’s arms so that he could wipe the tears off of his face.
“Okahay, you can continue now.” Jisung breathed out after about two minutes, shutting his eyes again.
“You sure you don’t need longer?” Chan asked.
“Mhm.” Jisung closed his eyes.
“Wait wait! I wanna play a game.” Felix proposed, and Hannie opened his eyes.
“Basically, Changbin hyung, you have to tickle his armpits and he can’t laugh for 20 seconds, if he laughs, Seungmin will tickle his ribs, and we keep heading lower.” Felix started.
“What happens if Sung wins?” Chan asked.
“I’ll give him all of the tickle charts I collected earlier. Including mine.” Felix sighed.
Jisung cheered lightly. It shouldn’t be that hard, right?
“Okay, I’m ready.” Jisung pressed his lips together and bit the inside of his cheek for good measure.
Changbin dug harshly, not wasting a second and traveling around the sensitive hollows.
Jisung’s face immediately redenned, and he whimpered as he threw his head back and broke out into a smile.
“10…9…8…” Felix counted, and Changbin grew desperate.
The rapper traced lightly around the left armpit and dug harshly into the right, the contrast leaving Hannie thrashing and squealing quietly through his teeth.
Then he broke.
“hyuh-UHUHUAHAHAAHA!” Jisung laughed, trying his hardest to seal his lips again when Seungmin dug into his ribs and Felix restarted the timer.
However, yet again, Hannie was unable to hold out, bursting into loud cackles when Seungmin blew a long raspberry onto the crevice of his ribs.
“PLEASE-OHOHO MYHY GOHOHOSH IHITS SO BAHAHAHAD!” Jisung squealed when Felix’s pinky dipped into his belly button.
He was truly unable to control his hysterics after that, thrashing around as more and more hands joined.
“PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEAHAHAHA!” Jisung babbled through his loud laughter, the sound cutting in and out as his stamina wore off.
“Please what? Stop…keep going?” Chan teased, loving the way the boy’s nose scrunched up and the way his smile was nice and large.
“STOHOHOHOP! OKAY OKAHAHAY IHIHIM DONE!” Hannie begged, collapsing finally as the fingers left his satisfied, but agitated body alone.
“So, how was that?” Chan asked softly.
“So…so good.” Jisung cleared his throat. “I guess I don’t get those charts though.”
“Eh. Either way, from now on, I’m gonna tease you how much I like. Take it or leave it.” Min teased, watching Hannie’s face turn red.
“I-Okay.”
‘Ding!’
Everyone opened their phones to the group chat.
Jisung stared at his phone in surprise.
a group of pabos:
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sunshinebok: 🙈👆🏻
“You did not just post all our charts in the group chat.” Minho gasped.
“Um, so I might be next so imma just…BYE!” Felix ran down the garden, seven pairs of feet racing after him.
okiee so i just read your birthday special fic about chan and i loved the part where chan watched hannie sleep and his belly button was free but we never got that bellybutton wrecked :(( ill honestly leave the fic idea up to you but i neeeed hannies button wrecked to bits >< (maybe ler chan hehehehe)
𝙣𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙥𝙩. 2
𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 1.5k
𝙖/𝙣: two blue theme fics in a week?! man i'm scandalous heheh /jk hope you guys like this one!
𝙩/𝙬: mainly belly button tickles, rough, channie is such a meanie sometimes, jisung nearly loses his shit with how slepy he was
It had been a long day—rehearsals, practice, and then a late-night recording session. The others had already drifted off to their individual rooms, their eyes lidded with sleepiness, but Jisung, as always, had wandered into the couch, his body spent to the point of collapse, his head against a pillow as his body relaxed into sleep.
Now it was the next morning.
He was still in the same oversized shirt that he had sneakily stolen from Chan earlier, the material pooling around his waist. It had ridden up just far enough to reveal the gentle curve of his belly and the small divot of his belly button, a small detail that Chan had, admittedly, been eyeing for a while now.
The room's dim light reflected off the windows, sending long shadows dancing across the room, but the gentle rise and fall of Sungie's chest as he slept was the only thing that really drew Chan's eye. His breathing was slow, rhythmic, serene, and his body was spread out in that open, relaxed position that Chan found strangely charming.
And then the déjà vu it. Channie felt it. He had been in this position before, hadn't he? Right, that time when his ler mood was unbearable, where he had felt guilty just for wanting to tickle his baby.
For a moment, Chan simply sat and watched him, reclining back on the couch armrest, his heart aching with love. Jisung was so innocent-looking when he slept, his normally overactive self quieted by the soothing burden of exhaustion.
He seemed tiny—smaller than normal in that enormous shirt, the material rumpled around him as if it couldn't even hold his energy while he was sleeping. But that belly button...
That unbearably cute little navel that was probably unbearably ticklish. Chan moved just a little closer, his eyes tightening with cunning purpose.
He hadn't been blind to it before, though. No, he'd caught himself noticing far too often the way Jisung's shirt tended to creep up and expose that adorable little crevice.
It was just one of those things that was simply so endearing, and now, as Jisung went blissfully unaware of where he was standing, it was nearly too irresistible. Slowly, Chan leaned in, his heart beating a fraction of a beat faster, but his movements soft and deliberate. He wasn't going to tickle him—at least, not yet.
No, this would be a small game, one where Chan could enjoy the sensation of teasing his sleeping baby without waking him up completely. He crept closer, kneeling next to the couch, inches from Jisung's bare stomach.
The room was quiet, except for the soft sound of Jisung's breathing and the gentle hum of the air conditioner in the distance. Chan's fingers hesitated for an instant over the gentle slope of Jisung's stomach. His hand twitched, but he restrained himself. It was so tempting, just to touch his fingers over that little spot, to discover how Jisung would react even in his sleep.
And then, like the world itself had played along with him, Jisung released a faint, almost incomprehensible little whine as Channie's finger touched down on the tiny spot, and he grinned in joy as the tiny boy began to squirm, biting his lip, his hand sluggishly shooting down to wrap around Chan's. Chan couldn't stifle the tiny chuckles that burst forth from him at the muffled giggles Jisung provided as a reaction.
The boy was obviously still fast asleep, but his body responded—obviously it did. That particular spot of his was like a tripwire. “Mmh…hyung…stop it…” Jisung mumbled sleepily, his hands twitching a little as if to push Chan away, but he was too far gone in his dreams to actually do anything about it. Channie felt his lips curl into a mischievous grin. “Stop it?” he whispered, his breath brushing against Jisung’s skin. “But you’re so cute like this~”
Jisung's reaction was simply more tiny giggles, his body wriggling slightly at the ticklish feeling, but he didn't wake up completely. It was nearly too much to resist.
Chan's eyes narrowed, the mischievous spark in his eyes never faltering as he reached out again, his fingers lightly tracing the soft skin around Jisung's belly button, teasing just enough to make his baby wriggle again.
"Sungie," Chan whispered low, as if enticing the boy into a laughter fit. "I think it's time to wake up." He teasingly stuck one finger inside, soft and slow.
The reaction was swift—Jisung's tummy flinched and he released a soft, uncontrollable giggle before burrowing further into the couch, attempting to flee the poking touch that apparently followed him even in his sleep.
Channie's heart swelled in a fondness that seemed endless, enveloping him at the sight of his little baby, squirming and giggling, whining and shoving at the leader's hands, so small but so utterly ticklish that he couldn't even escape the sensation of one meager finger.
"Chahahahan," Sungie giggled, his eyes crescents of exhaustion as he glared half-heartedly at the older, his pout so tiny. "Stohohohop...lehehehet me sleeheheheheheep!!"
"But how can I?" Chan was grinning wide, his eyes filled with love. "You look so cute like this...I just have to tickle you more~"
He looked to the side, where Minho's bedside table was, and rummaged through the drawer with one hand while his other was playfully petting a now dozing Jisung's belly again.
There.
The tiny little buzzing probe Minho adored using on Seungmin, the one that the puppy couldn't handle for longer than a minute.
Chan picked it up, and grinning menacingly at a now sleepy Jisung, lowered it to the tiny divot of his first kid's belly. Jisung's eyes opened a little, and he squeaked as Channie happily pressed it right inside and switched it on.
Jisung assumed Chan was just playing around. Instead, as the incoherent laughter started to bubble up from deep within him, Jisung thought he couldn’t even process it in his sleep. His legs suddenly kicked out weakly, the movement sending a few plushies scattered around him flying, and his breath hitched as his body started to shake uncontrollably.
"W-Wait—" Jisung’s voice was a mix of panic and delirious laughter, and even though his eyes were barely open, his face was already flushed from the giggles that seemed to come so naturally in his sleep.
"Ohohoho my GOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOD!! "Jisung wailed, his limbs trembling as he futilely attempted to wriggle free from the onslaught. He was now fully awake, but the ticklish torment had him caught between the haze of sleep and the reality of being destroyed by Chan’s merciless touch.
"Oh? What's wrong? It's just a little probe~" Chan teased as Jisung began to thrash, his hands flying down just to get caught in Channie's wrist. The tight grip prevented poor Sungie from escaping at all.
The louder Jisung laughed, the harder Chan pressed the device, his eyes twinkling with a teasing gleam. He moved it ever so slightly, shifting the buzzing to a new spot on Jisung’s stomach, watching with delight as his baby's body spasmed in reaction.
It was pure, unfiltered chaos.
Jisung’s face contorted in an adorable mixture of shock and hysterical laughter, his hands slapping at the bed in a failed attempt to stop the ticklish sensations. "STOHOHOHOHOP!! IHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES!!"
Channie couldn’t help but watch with adoration as Jisung’s entire being was consumed by that bubbling, desperate laughter. His heart swelled at how genuine it all felt—the way Jisung’s tired, soft body was still so sensitive, still so easily tickled even in the middle of a deep, sleepy state.
"Does it now?" He asked innocently, adjusting it to circle the rim of the ace's navel, sending the poor boy into fits of loud cackles, his hands free now but only weakly pushing at Chan's chest, never actually trying to stop it.
Channie cooed as Sungie began to whine in between his giggles, his face stretched in a sleepy grin as he arched his back and wiggled to try and escape the little probe, and his laughter only grew louder as Chan's hand always followed.
"So are you awake now, or do I need to pull out the raspberries on my little Sungie?~" Channie teased, loving the horrified expression it earned him.
"IHIHIM AWAHHAHAKE!! COHOHOMPLETELY AWAKE NOHOHOHOW!!" wailed Jisung, who was now beginning to tear up.
Chan finally decided to ease off. Jisung was breathless, gasping for air, eyes half-lidded but full of undeniable playful annoyance. His tiny body shivered as if it couldn’t fully let go of the ticklish assault.
“Good morning, Sungie,” Chan teased, leaning in close enough to press a kiss on his forehead, his voice soft but filled with smug affection.
Jisung weakly slapped at him. “You’re evil,” he muttered, but there was no real malice behind it. His giggles still bubbled out of him in little bursts, and he couldn’t suppress the tiny grin that tugged at his lips, despite everything.
“Yeah, but you love me.” Channie grinned, pulling away to let Jisung finally rest, though his playful glint in his eye never quite faded.
And just like that, Chan left his baby to recover from his hysterical, ticklish wake-up call—though he was sure the memory would stick with him, teasing and fluttering in his mind for a long time to come.
Thank you! Okay here’s my idea. It’s kinda like a slowburn fic but tickling? So imagine it’s a Ler in a Ler mood (maybe Chan?) but is trying to hold back from acting on it cuz he doesn’t wanna make the others uncomfortable. But the members notice and decide to tease the Ler by doing little things near him but not close enough to let him participate. So like poking each other, short quick tickle, stretching and showing off weak spots but hiding them too fast. Just really making the Ler mood for him worse trying to break him but he keeps holding back until finally one of the Lees just flat out invites him to tickle them cuz you know you want to hyung. Basically a flustered shy Ler fic! I hope I explained it right. I think it’d be fun for it to be a longer fic so you can play up the flustery parts. That’s my idea! I love ur writing so I hope you like this idea and feel inspired to write it! If not, maybe one day I will post my version of it. Thank youuu!! ☀️
𝗻𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗼𝘂𝘀 — 𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗮’𝘀 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹:
𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 3.5k
𝙖/𝙣: happy birthday to me!! i’m so happy i got to post this fic on time hehe :3 i hope you all enjoy this!!
Chan was this close to losing it. He felt the overwhelming guilt flood his system, like the feeling of sticky fingers after eating ice cream, that annoyingly clammy feeling that spreads through the body with no end in sight.
Jisung’s gentle snoring filled the studio, and Channie watched, laptop forgotten and bottom lip between his teeth, as the smaller boy shifted, his shirt rising just a bit more to reveal his tiny belly button.
The urge to stick a finger in there, to hear the high pitched squeal and chaotic, unhinged laughter that would ensue was catastrophic. Chan fidnt know how he’s still holding back.
But he was asleep, and what if it irritated him?
Chan felt the guilt rise again, and he nearly groaned out loud. His ler mood was killing him, and he needed one of the members right now or else he might actually explode.
Okay…so maybe he became a bit dramatic when his mood hits. But who could blame him?
Listening to Jisung complain about how sleep deprived he had been lately, Chan knew it would be horrible to just disturb him like that.
Ler mood: 8/10
Wandering around the dorm in search of a potential lee, a sinking feeling began to emerge in Chan’s gut. Am I too overbearing? Is this crossing the line? And worst of all, Am I…weird for doing this?
Chan froze mid-step, vision going slightly blurry as tears welled up in his eyes. He felt absolutely horrible, hunting his members down to tickle them just because he was feeling a certain way.
Even if Changbin’s tummy looked too sweet not to be tickled, and even if Seungmin called him old one too many times, Chan wondered if the members hated the spontaneous tickling sessions he threw at them, whether it made them nervous, or even worse, scared of the leader.
Dinner time was a chaotic time as normal, all the members chatting as they devoured the scrumptious cooking, courtesy of Minho. Except for one.
Chan moved around the food on his plate with his fork and spoon, feeling squeamish and uncomfortable with the prospect of eating. He felt nervous as he felt seven pairs of eyes stare him down, like a flight of hawks.
“You haven’t eaten a thing, hyung… are you okay?” Hyunjin’s tone dripped of suspicion, like honey, sweet and sultry at the same time.
Channie gulped. “Yes, I’m fine,” He chuckled, trying to act normal even if he knew it wouldn’t work. His thoughts were confirmed when Minho narrowed his eyes at him across the room.
Chan excused himself, trying his hardest to ignore how the others stared holes into the back of his head as he set his plate in the sink and left.
Ler mood: 10/10
Hearing the sound of screaming laughter, Chan shot up from his studio table, turning his head to see the rest of the members immersed in playful banter, and poor m was getting it, dozens of fingers attacking as he squealed out, face red.
Chan fought the itch to join in, instead trying to block out the sound of the maknae’s joyful hysterics by slamming his headphones onto his head, pressing them against his ears in a hope that they’d drown out the laughter that made him wanna cry.
It did nothing, and Chan felt his eyes well up with tears again as he was forced to listen to the one sound that he wanted to elicit the most.
He watched in slight sadness as Changbin showed off the progress on his muscles, pointedly looking at Chan to signify his point, and Chan felt horribly guilty for not being able to focus on anything other how exposed Changbin’s armpit was, and how easy it’s be to pin him down and tickle him silly.
It happened later again with Minho too. His feet were in Chan’s lap while the leader massaged, and Minho kept giving him hard looks, almost as if to try and egg him on as Channie’s brain filled with thoughts on how simply he could just skim his fingers along Minho’s soles and have the younger go ballistic beneath his tickling fingers.
Then with Jeongin too. The maknae kept poking Channie’s sides, at this point he was just asking for it, telling Chan fo get him back fast because “You know you want to, hyung.”
Chan wondered if it was all on purpose and the members knew, or if the universe was conspiring against him to make his ler mood worse.
Ler mood: 10/10
After two grueling days of drowning in his own thoughts, Chan was dragged into the living room by Minho, and there awaited the one sight that he’d been dreading.
All of the members were seated around the couch, eyes sad and expressions concerned. Chan felt a knot form in his throat, and he felt so bad for making them feel upset.
“Hyung, seriously, what’s going on?” Minho asked, his tone gentle as he took both of Channie’s hands. “Did someone hurt you? Do you feel sick? You’ve been off lately, we’ve all been worried.”
“Please,” Felix joined in. “Please just tell us. You can trust us, hyung.”
“Yeah,” Jisung added. “We know you love to tickle us, and we love to be tickled, hyung. You can do what you want when you’re in a ler mood. Don’t hold it back and don’t overthink it. You’re destroying your own happiness.”
Chan sank into the nearby couch section, and his mind felt like it was exploding, and it was unbearable.
“I just want…to make you laugh. I want to make you all happy…” He started, sniffling as he felt many pairs of arms wrap around him. “It’s stupid…that I’m overthinking a ler mood, but I don’t want to…make you all uncomfortable.”
Jisung giggled, sinking to his knees in front of Chan, hands reaching out to cup the leader’s cheeks and jaw, wiping away the stray tears with his thumbs. “So you were watching me sleep because you wanted to tickle me?”
The leader sputtered, cheeks going red as the whole group laughed. “Well—hey!”
“So hyung’s in a ler mood. So why don’t we let him tickle us? You know you want to, hyung,” Seungmin announced nonchalantly, although his red ears and pink cheeks told another story.
“Mmm…how about two minutes each in whatever spot he wants?” Hyunjin joined in, teasingly poking a reddening Jeongin’s cheek.
After some time discussing, the members all gathered on the carpet in a circle, staring up at Chan as the eldest gleefully sat in the center.
“Everyone has to try not to move their arms a lot, so that he’ll be able to do what he wants.” Minho announced.
“Easy for you to say, remember how many times you nearly killed hyung by slapping him while he tried to tickle you?” Jisung laughed, screaming when Minho made claws at his face.
“First, Seungmin!” Felix screeched, and all of the members jumped into action, dragging the protesting puppy into the center of the circle, and restraining him to the floor.
Biting his lip, Seung could feel his cheeks heat up as Chan stepped over him, then lowered to pin his hips to the floor. The leader’s slightly shy gaze was too much, and Seungmin squeezed his eyes shut, feeling flustered.
He felt his shirt being untucked and pulled away, and he let out a helpless whine as his tummy was exposed to the cool air.
Then, Seung felt a pair of lips attach to his belly, and his eyes shot open in horror, but far too late.
“Oh my—GAHAHAHAHAHAA!!” Seungmin shrieked as he tried to curl in on himself to protect his tummy from the endless raspberries being peppered onto it.
Chan smiled, albeit shyly, holding Seungmin’s sides while he blew a long one right into the boy’s navel. “NO—NOHOHOHOHOOO!! Ihihihit tihihihickles!!” Seungmin whined, unable to shield himself in any way.
He endured more and more, feeling like he was gonna burst from how hard he was laughing. He even heard himself snort—how embarrassing. “STAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! Pleheheheheheaseee!!”
Before he even knew it, his time was up, and he was released. Panting, Seungmin ran towards Felix and dragged him to the center of the circle.
Now, Felix was a giggling mess, pinned on his back in the middle of the living room floor. His arms were stretched above his head, held firmly by Hyunjin, whose long fingers were occasionally scribbled along Felix’s forearms to keep him squirming.
Seungmin, seeking revenge, and Jeongin, had each grabbed one of his legs, keeping them still despite Lixie’s half-hearted attempts to kick free. The boy whined and kicked, but he was unable to break free.
Chan hovered near his waist, fingers poised hesitantly, but his expression was gleeful and joyful.
Lixie let out a helpless wheeze, eyes fearful hesitatingly Changbin scooted to his torso, holding down his hips. “Please…Channie hyung, go easy!”
Chan grinned, confidence regained, and his fingers descended happily onto Felix’s waist. Lix’s reaction was immediate: his body arched off the floor, a burst of uncontrollable laughter spilling out of him.
“Gotcha~” Chan said smugly, his fingers moving with accuracy as he targeted Felix’s ribs.
Felix twisted and squirmed, his laughter growing louder and more desperate. “HYUHUHUHUHUNG!! THAHAHAHAHAT’S CHEEHHEHEHEATING!!”
“How?” Chan asks, digging deeper to hear the brownie boy squeal, his body arching a little bit unable to go far.
“Youhuhuhu knohohow that’s my wohohohOHOHORST SPOHOHOHOHOHOT!!” Felix howled, body bucking as he felt more fingers spider along his sensitive skin.
“Times up!” Changbin called, and Chan groaned.
“IHIHIHITS OKAHAHAHAAY!! Gohhohohoh on ihihihits fihihine!!” Felix squealed, wanting Chan to have as much time as he wanted to tickle the members until his ler mood was satisfied.
Chan smiled gently at that, continuing to tickle for about another minute with joy, loving the way his sunshine squirmed beneath him, laughing so happily at something so simple as some ticklish touches.
Chan finally leaned back, giving Felix a moment to catch his breath. Felix panted, his voice hoarse but still tinged with residual giggles.
Hyunjin and Seungmin finally released him, and Felix immediately curled into a ball, hugging his sides protectively.
Hyunjin had been laughing way too hard during Felix’s ticklish ordeal. He’d been the first to volunteer to pin Felix’s arms, the loudest to chime in with teasing remarks, and the most smug about his role in the chaos.
So when Felix finally caught his breath, wiping away tears of laughter, he turned toward Hyunjin with a look that could only be described as pure vengeance.
“Come here!” He shouted, grabbing Hyune’s arms and dragging him to the center, much to the others’ delight as they pinned him down.
“No, no, NO!” Hyunjin shrieked, scrambling to his feet as Felix grabbed his arms to pin. The rest of the group erupted into cheers, their laughter filling the living room as Lixie tackled Hyunjin to the floor with surprising speed.
Hyunjin’s legs kicked wildly, but Chan was quick to sit on them, his grin smug as he held Hyunjin’s ankles down. “Oh, no, you’re not going anywhere,” Chan said, his tone playful as he grabbed at Hyunjin’s waist, motioning Lix to keep his arms steady as he dug deep into the boy’s armpits.
Hyunjin shrieked, laughter tumbling out of him as Chan’s thumbs massaged torturous circles into his sensitive skin, even slipping under his shirt to access the bare skin.
“NOHOHOHOHOHO NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!” The ferret screamed dramatically, bucking up and down as Chan dug even deeper, grinning maniacally as Hyune squealed in response.
Hyunjin’s laughter was frantic now, unable to get enough air between the bursts of giggles. His feet twitched and jerked, but no matter how much he squirmed, Felix and Seungmin kept him firmly in place.
“YOUHUHU AHAHAHAALLL SUHUHUHUHUCK!!” The laughter that spilled from Hyunjin was near non-stop, and the sound was contagious. His whole body shook with helpless giggles, making it hard for him to catch his breath as Chan’s relentless poking continued at his armpits.
Changbin raised a single arm to signify the time completed, and Chan released the red faced boy instantly, laughing as Hyune practically scrambled to hide behind a very amused Jisung.
Hyunjin, still flushed with laughter and completely winded, shot them all a glare, though it was hard to stay mad when his grin was just as wide as everyone else’s.
Changbin had been watching the chaos unfold with a mixture of amusement and caution. Being the self-proclaimed strongest member, he was confident that he wouldn’t fall victim to the tickle onslaught that had already claimed three of the members.
But when the others turned their attention to him, his confidence started to waver.
“No! Not me!” He stumbled backwards as five of the members began to approach to help Chan—Minho, Seungmin, Jisung, Hyunjin, and Felix.
“Careful boys,” Chan called out. “He won’t go down without a fight.” He proclaimed dramatically.
It ended up taking all seven of them to bring a wailing Changbin to the floor.
“NOOOOO!!” He cried out as each member sat on one of his limbs to finally pin him down, and he squeaked in fear as the leader sat triumphantly on his thighs.
“Ready, Binnie?~” Chan cooed, but he didn’t wait for an answer. He shot his hands to Changbin’s hips, and much to the poor boy’s horror, dug in deep with his thumbs.
“AAAHAHAHAHAHAA!! NOHOHOHOT THE HIPS, NOTTHEHIPS—AAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
Chan grinned in amusement as Changbin flopped around, laughing his head off as the leader targeted one of the worst spots on his body.
“Not so strong now, huh?” Minho crooned, laughing as Changbin let out an adorable snort of laughter before devolving into frantic cackles yet again.
“ENOUGH—EHEHEHEHENOUGHHHH!! IHIHIHU GIVE UHUHUHUHUP!!”
The timer rang faintly in the background, so Chan gave Binnie’s hips one last squeeze before letting the boy go, relishing in how red the rapper’s face had become, combined with how teary eyed he seemed.
Changbin groaned, burying his face in his hands. “I’m never living this down, am I?”
“Nope,” the others said in unison, laughing as they watched their strongest member reduced to a giggling, embarrassed mess.
Jeongin had been watching from the sidelines with a mix of amusement and dread. Sure, he’d laughed along with the others as Seungmin, Felix, Hyunjin, and Changbin were respectfully reduced to ticklish messes, but the way everyone slowly turned their attention toward him made his stomach drop.
“No. Nope. Not happening,” Jeongin said, backing up quickly, his hands raised in a defensive gesture.
“Oh, it’s definitely happening,” Chan said, his smile far too innocent to be reassuring.
“You’ve been way too smug over there,” Seungmin added, cracking his knuckles as he stepped forward. “Time to see how well you can handle it, maknae.”
Innie darted a glance around the room, trying to find an escape route, but the others had already spread out, blocking any possible exit. “Guys, come on,” He said, his voice pitching slightly as he tried to reason with them. “I’m the youngest! You can’t do this to me!”
Felix snorted. “That’s exactly why we can do this to you.”
Before Jeongin could make a break for it, Hyunjin and Changbin lunged forward, grabbing him by the arms. Innie let out a startled yelp, thrashing wildly as they dragged him toward the center of the circle.
“NOO!!” He shrieked as high pitched as he could, causing one of the members to groan loudly in the background. Innie was very quickly shut up by the feeling of feathers gliding along his neck.
“WAHAIT!! Nohohohohobody sahahahaid toohohohohools!!” Jeongin squealed as Chan cooed, cupping the maknae’s chin with one hand and tilting his head up to expose his neck, grinning down at the youngest’s giggly expression while the others used whatever feathers they found, tracing and fluttering along his sensitive neck.
“I know, I know,” Chan pouted down at the maknae. “But you’re too cute not to use them on~”
Innie giggled, eyes tearing up as the tickles continued without an end in sight. More feathers fluttered along the shell of his ears, and Jeongin exploded into giggles, his face scrunching up as he squirmed helplessly.
“Oh, baby, I love you so much,” Chan smiled, brushing Innie’s hair out of his face. “You’re so cute~”
The timer rang loudly, disrupting the vibe, but Jeongin was too dazed to really care. The members made sure to slow to a stop, however.
“Look who’s so cute being tickled,” Jisung chuckled.
“Good, because you’re next, and boy am I not gonna let you off easy~” Chan laughed, and Jisung gulped hard.
“This is a bad idea,” Jisung said quickly, his words tumbling over each other as he was dragged to the center. “You really don’t want to do this. I’ll scream. The neighbors will call the cops.”
“Let them,” Chan replied smoothly, kneeling beside him with a devilish grin. “We’ll just explain that our dear Han Jisung couldn’t handle a little tickling.”
Chan didn’t wait for him to finish. His hands dove straight for Jisung’s ribs, digging in with a devilish intent, and the effect was immediate.
“NOOHOHOHO!! AAAAAHHH!!” Jisung shrieked, his body jerking violently as he tried to escape the relentless fingers.
“Oh, he’s loud,” Felix noted with a grin, poking at Jisung’s sides to add to the chaos.
“I CAHAHAHANT HEHEHELP IHIHIHIT!!” Sung howled as Chan scribbled deep into the crevices.
“Reeeaallly had to go for the death spot, huh?” Minho winced as Sungie let out a particularly long scream of laughter.
“LET ME GO LET ME GO—AHAHAHAHAGH STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” Jisung screeched, a laughing, flailing mess as Chan really used the tips of his fingers to taser at the skin.
“THEHEHEHE TIHIHIHIMERRR!!” Jisung wailed as a last resort, and the second Chan stopped, the sound of the ringing became clear.
“Whoops…sorry Sung,” Chan grinned sheepishly as everyone released the quokka’s limbs.
“You’re all…soho evil…” Sungie panted.
Minho had been quietly observing the chaos from the corner of the room, his arms crossed and his face set in a neutral expression, though his sharp eyes betrayed a hint of amusement.
He’d been smart enough to stay out of the fray while everyone else fell victim one by one, but as the group’s focus began to shift in his direction, his confidence faltered.
“What about Minho hyung?” Jeongin said suddenly, an impish grin spreading across his face as he wiped at the tears still clinging to his cheeks. “He’s been awfully quiet over there.”
Minho’s eyes darted to the grinning maknae, and he was already planning exactly where he’s wreck him until the boy was a giggling, howling mess.
“Yes, I saved the best for last.” Chan grinned, cracking his knuckles. Minho felt a spike of nervousness spread through his system.
He let himself be dragged to the center. What? He was already gonna be wrecked anyway, might as well save the energy fighting to actially survive the wrecking.
Minho groaned as Jisung cleared his throat. “I have a very special announcement for you, Channie hyung.”
Minho shot his head up, pleading with his eyes to Jisung to not tell him. Don’t tell him. Please—
“Minho hyung has this really adorable habit of flapping his hand whenever he gets overwhelmed while being tickled.” Sungie blabbed joyfully.
Screw you, Han Jisung.
“Oh, really?” Chan smiled down at Minho, who frantically shook his head, biting his lip to seal his mouth closed as the leader directed the others to pull the dancer’s knees away from each other.
“Such ticklish thighs, aren’t they?”
Minho nearly screeched in response, and he’s never felt so much fear in one moment. Laughter exploded out of him the minute Chan’s hands clamped down on the firm muscle of his thighs.
“NOHOHOHOHOHOTT THEHEHEHEHEERE!!” Minho screeched as Chan squeezed, and the leader watched as Min’s fists clenched in a desperate attempt to alleviate the ticklish sensations. And to possibly hide that flapping of his.
Channie cooed, slipping his fingers under the capri pant leg to truly access that sensitive area right above Minho’s knee with his nails. The poor boy went absolutely ballistic, thrashing as laughter poured out of him endlessly.
Then it happened.
Minho’s fingers splayed free and his hands began to flap erratically in a desperate, frantic motion as he cackled in the background.
Chan felt his heart nearly explode with how much it swelled. “Awwww…you’re so cute, Minho-yah…”
Minho kicked his legs out, a mess of laughter and adorable squeals as his hands continued to flap in tiny, fluttering motions, fingers closing and opening in frantic desperation.
“IHIHIHIM NOHOHOHOT CUUHUHUHUHUTE!!” Minho wailed, tears spilling down his cheeks as Channie’s nails teased at his sensitive thighs, massaging circles deep into the firm skin and sending Minho into a screaming, thrashing frenzy of laughter.
The timer rang faintly, but Chan continued going until he was satisfied at how much he had tickled the fight out of Minho.
“That habit of yours,” Chan chuckled. “Cutest fucking thing ever.”
Minho blushed a deep red at the ears, shoving at Chan’s arm as he panted, gasping for air. “You’re welcome I didn’t put up a fight, dipshit,” Minho melted as Chan hugged him tight.
“Hii~” Jisung waved, right hand resting on Minho’s thigh as the older smiled at the camera, the watcher count shooting up by the second.
“What are STAY’s doing today?” Jisung asked, fondness surging in his chest as responses in English and Korean began to fill the chat.
The live continued like normal for quite a while, fans asking questions and Minho and Han answering in kind. No incident whatsoever.
That’s what Hannie thought, at least.
A picture of him in his crop top popped up in the chat, along with a caption that made Jisung very red.
‘OMG I would do anything to blow raspberries on his cute tummy <3’
Minho watched as first, Han’s ears turned scarlet, then his neck, then his face. He grinned as he turned to respond to the caption.
“Eh, he wouldn’t be able to handle it,” Minho shrugged. “Hanji is very ticklish~”
Jisung shot him an embarrassed glare, hiding his face in his hands as he tried his best to fruitlessly make his lee mood…and his blush, go away. Sadly, he was unsuccessful.
“‘How ticklish is he?’…Oh, he’s very ticklish, and I love tickling him, he has the best reactions.” Minho smiled at the camera, comments cooing at how he suddenly became happier at the topic of tickling.
Jisung whined, hands still covering his face. More comments teased him.
“‘What’s his worst spot?’ It’s his belly button, he can’t even handle a poke to it.” Minho grinned as he sent a jab at it anyway, prompting Jisung to squeal and block the area with his hands, revealing his embarrassed face.
“He’s so cute~” Lino beamed. “‘Can you tickle him and show us?’ Yes, of course! Enjoy the show~”
Jisung barely registered the dancer’s words before he was suddenly pinned to the couch they were on, hands held against his chest and hoodie pushed up to reveal his sensitive belly, which quivered away from Minho’s gaze.
“W-Wait…Hyung you don’t have to do this…PLEASE!!” Jisung suddenly gasped when Minho ducked his head closer. “STAHP!!”
“But the STAYs wanna see…” Minho pouted, but Jisung shook his head anyway, a small, embarrassed smile on his pink face as his hair lay disheveled.
“Now I wanna do it.”
Jisung howled the second Minho’s lips descended onto his belly, blowing outwards in a ticklish raspberry. “PLEHEHEHEASE NOHOH—NAHAHAHAHA!!”
Raspberry after raspberry was placed onto his poor tummy, and Jisung’s face burned red in embarrassment as he turned his face away from the camera.
“NAHAHAHAT NOHOHOHOOHOWWW!!”
“What? So you’ll let me do it later? I think not.” Minho rolled his eyes, inhaling again and gripping Han’s waist with his knees, hands pinning the quokka’s to his chest.
Poor Hannie squealed frantically as the dancer blew into his belly button, and he lost it, throwing his head side to side as his laughter went up an octave. High-pitched cackles akin to Changbin poured from his lips.
“PLEHEHEHEHEASE NOHO MOHOHOHOHOHOREE!!” Jisung pleaded, a helpless scream shooting from him as Minho moved to the bottoms of his belly instead, this time near the quokka’s sides.
“Little break~” Minho called, happily watching the ace gulp in air.
Which was blown out immediately when Minho began the next raspberry on his v-line, pulling scream after scream from the poor boy beneath him.
“HYUHUHUHUNG—AAAHH WEHE’RE FIHIHIHILMIING!!” He wailed, shoving at Minho’s head.
“So what? STAYs should see how sensitive you are.” Minho retorted, burying his head into Hannie’s side again and continuing to gasp for breath, blowing and shaking his head at the same time to spread his soft hair over the quokka’s ticklish belly.
“AGHAA!! I CAHAHAHANT—AGGH STAHAHAHAP!!” He shrieked, shoving at the older’s head with his now free hands, then immediately grabbing at Minho’s, which stuck up into his armpits.
Minho let up on the raspberries for a little while, instead grabbing both of the younger boy’s wrists with one of his hands and pinning it high above his head. He then used his other hand to go to town on the trapped quokka’s sensitive body.
He scribbled over each of his armpits, knuckled into his ribs, squeezed hard at Jisung’s sides, using a singular nail on his v-line; any technique he knew to drive the thrashing boy beneath him insane.
Poor Hannie laughed and laughed, face burning red in embarrassment at the pleasurable torture that he knew wouldn’t stop until Lino had had his fill of him.
He frantically screamed and begged, laughter tumbling from his mouth endlessly as he knew the fans would take every advantage of the live’s clips to tease him everywhere online.
His mercy came soon, though.
“S-STAHAHAHAHAHHAAA—” Jisung’s laughter cut out, tears shooting from his eyes and body trembling involuntarily with mirth.
Minho let up, patting the ace’s belly comfortingly.
“Was that enough tickles for you?” He directed the question to the comments, and Jisung flushed more when people began posting clips of it online. The older handed the quokka a red lollipop to suck on.
Maybe he should ask for it again. He knew Minho wouldn’t mind either.
“I thought you were the one who wanted this, hyung,” Seungmin says flatly, like he’s discussing the weather rather than the fact that he’s currently straddling Minho’s hips, fingers hovering with dangerous intent over his sides.
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 he’s holding back something embarrassing.
So, you’re 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.
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.
Whenever one of them had a lee mood—no matter how bad it got, no matter how embarrassing it was, they had to tell the other.
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 didn’t 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.
Oh, how it backfired on Minho badly.
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.
So Minho desperately sees through his last resort. The 3 P’s. The perfect way to get rid of a lee mood.
“I really wish a good ler was around here somewhere. This lee mood is killing me.” He looks pointedly at Seungmin across the room. P one: Purposefully stroking the puppy’s ego.
Seungmin happily puffs his chest. “Luckily, the best ler in the whole group is sitting right in front of you.”
Minho rolls his eyes secretively. Sure. Real humble, Seungmin. He smiled, fluttering his lashes. P two: Provoke provoke provoke.
“Really?” He looked around, exaggerating his movements. “I don’t see him~”
Seungmin narrows his eyes. “Oh you little—”
Minho bolts. Very logical of him. P three: Pray that you don’t die.
Of course, he underestimated Seungmin, who catches him and makes quick work of him in seconds, tying him down and straddling his waist.
And he waits. “Lee Minho.”
“Kim Seungmin.” Minho shot back.
Seungmin grins slyly. “Are 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?”
Minho scoffed. “You’re delusional, Kihim Seungmihin.” He clamped his lips together as Seungmin playfully littered some pokes along his tummy.
And that’s how Minho got here.
Seungmin sat comfortably perched on Minho’s thighs, his knees pressing lightly into the mattress on either side of the older man’s hips.
The rope around Minho’s wrists was soft but secure, looped neatly around the slats of the bed frame above his head, keeping his arms stretched taut and helpless.
Minho’s 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.
Minho’s face was already flushed a deep pink, cheeks puffed out as he tried to school his expression into something a little less pathetic.
His lips were pressed into a tight line, but the corners kept twitching. “Shut uhup!! I-I don’t know what y-you’re talking about!”
“Really?” Seungmin retorted, eyebrows shooting up to his hairline. “So this had nothing to do with our little agreement?”
He continued the horrid poking, even switching to trailing his nails along the skin of Minho’s tummy. Minho throws his head back, straining, trying so hard to hold it in.
“Awhhh, is our resident house cat trying to hold it in? You don’t like your tummy rubs?”
Minho’s stomach twitched under Seungmin’s trailing finger. “Don’t—don’t say thahahat!!”
Seungmin tilted his head, looking far too pleased with himself. “What do you mean? You’re the one who wanted to be—”
He was cut off by a squeal. Seungmin looks down. One of his fingers was in Minho’s belly button.
“Oh?” Seungmin’s eyes sparkled with delight, voice dripping with mock surprise. “Is that a bad spot, hyung?”
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 Minho’s sides.
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. “StohoHOHOP!! YOU’RE SOHO MEHEHEHEAN!!”
Seungmin’s fingers slowed to a gentle, almost tender rhythm—light fluttering touches that danced across Minho’s quivering sides without digging in too harshly.
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 Minho’s every twitch with quiet focus. His voice came out soft, almost kind, but delivered in that flat, honest tone that somehow made it worse.
“You want more, hyung? Or are you done?”
Minho looked like he wanted to sink through the floor. “Wha-why would you ask that?”
Seungmin hummed thoughtfully, still moving his fingers in that maddeningly gentle way—never too rough, never overwhelming, but constant. “I’m asking because I want to make it good for you. You always get embarrassed when I say it out loud, but…you haven’t actually told me to stop yet.”
His eyes met Minho’s flushed face directly, honest and steady. “Do you want me to stop, hyung? Be honest.”
“…”
“Hyung?” Seungmin asks again, grinning.
“No!! Juhust…keeheep gohoing…” Minho mumbles.
Seungmin shrugs. “Alright.”
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.
His face was flushed deep pink, eyes glassy with laughter-tears, and every time Seungmin’s 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.
“Stohop gohohoing so lightly!” Minho shrieks. “Ihihit’s kihihilling mehehe—!!”
Seungmin sighs. “Then tell me what you want!! Gosh, this is what happens when I try to be nice to you.” He smiles fondly down at the scarlet, squirming boy under him.
“Just—Just go harder!! Just wreck me properly!” Minho orders, hiding his face in his arm.
Seungmin gasped. “Ohhhhh!! Why didn’t you just say so?”
Minho was gonna strangle him the second he was out of these ropes. Luckily, he didn’t have much time to think about it because Seungmin has stopped playing nice.
His hands moved quicker, digging and scribbling fiercely into Minho’s sides, fingers wiggling and scratching with purpose. Every time Minho tried to twist away, Seungmin followed, targeting the spots that made him squeal the loudest—right beneath the ribs, then back down to those horribly sensitive hollows at his waist.
Minho’s 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.
“NOOHOHOHOOHO!! Ihihihit tihihickles it tihiHIHIHICKLES!!”
“No shit, Sherlock,” Seungmin retorted. “I’m tickling you. What did you expect?”
Seungmin’s hands finally slowed to a stop, resting lightly on Minho’s 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: “Now where should I go next?”
Minho’s head snapped up so fast he nearly strained his neck. He gaped at Seungmin in pure disbelief, eyes wide and mouth slightly open. “You’re…you’re asking me?!” he croaked, voice hoarse from laughing so much. “You’re supposed to decide that!!”
Seungmin let out a soft laugh, his eyes sparkling with amusement instead of that flat deadpan look. He shifted his weight on Minho’s thighs, making sure the older man was still securely pinned. “I know, but it’s cute when you try to explain it,” 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.
“…Hips are my death spot.”
Seungmin’s eyebrows shot up, his grin turning positively wicked. He leaned in even closer, practically hovering over Minho now. “Oh? Your death spot?” he repeated, voice dripping with teasing delight.
He didn’t wait even a second, thumbs digging into Minho’s hips with zero hesitation. Vibrating his fingers into the hollows.
“Ah,” Seungmin says, far too pleased, voice bright with amusement as his fingers start digging in steady, deliberate motion along Minho’s hips. “So this is the spot.”
Minho is immediately gone again.
“AAAHAHAHAHAAH SEHEHEHEUNGMIN!!”
Seungmin laughs under his breath, watching him fall apart all over again, completely unbothered and entirely entertained.
“Should’ve just told me sooner,” he says, almost fondly.
Seungmin’s fingers press in again, right along the same sensitive spots, but this time there’s a sharper edge to it—cool fingertips sliding over warm skin in a way that makes Minho jolt harder than before.
“Oh?” Seungmin hums, almost pleased. “Sensitive to temperature too?”
“THAHAHAT’S NOT THE POINT—!” Minho squeals, squirming uselessly against the bed, his laughter instantly back in full force. “WHY ARE YOUR HANDS SO COHOHOHOHOLD?!”
“Cute.” Seungmin comments casually. “Why do you hate it so much when we call you cute?”
“BECAUSE I’M NOHOHOHOHOHOT!!” Minho breaks off into laughter again when Seungmin lightly scrapes his nails along his side, just enough to make him fold. “SEHEHEUNGMIN!!”
“Seungmin is no more.” Seungmin grins. “It’s your favorite, hyung~”
Minho blanches. “Nonononono—”
“It’s the tickle monsterrr~” Seungmin sang, voice saccharine with mock innocence.
“STOHOHOP that’s so chihihihildish!!” Minho whined. But his bright red ears told a completely different story. And he was throwing his head back and howling with laughter again.
Because Seungmin drops it again. Not even fully. Just enough.
Those fingers dart in, quick and precise, right along Minho’s 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.
He’s gone again, laughter spilling out uncontrollably as Seungmin resumes with absolute confidence, fingers pressing and scribbling along his sides in relentless, controlled chaos.
“NO MORE NO MORE PLEHEHEHHEHEHEASE!!”
Seungmin has fully committed to being the problem now.
Not even pretending otherwise.
Minho is already halfway gone—breathless, flushed, laughing in shaky bursts when Seungmin lifts his hands just long enough to reset the tension again.
Seungmin looks down at him like he’s considering it very seriously.
Then, in the softest, most infuriating voice imaginable: “But hyung…” He wiggles his fingers slowly. “The tickle monster’s hungry for moreee~ More ticklish sides and tummies~”
His fingers dig in again, scratching lightly but quickly now, moving between Minho’s stomach and sides in a way that feels completely unfair—no pattern, no mercy, just constant tickles.
“NOHOOHOOHO NOT THEHEHEHERE!!”
“Not where? Here?” Seungmin switched to both sides at once, nails raking up and down in alternating patterns that made Minho’s brain short-circuit.
Minho’s gasping with embarrassment through his laughs. “I CANT I CANT I CAHAAHAHAHNT—!!”
“Oh really?” Seungmin nodded along exaggeratedly, eyes sparkling with pure joy. “You can’t? That’s so sad.”
His voice was mock-sympathetic as he scratched harder, nails dragging deliberately over the delicate bones of Minho’s ribs, finding the spots that made Minho jolt like he’d been shocked.
𝙖/𝙣: my second favorite after day 1 🥹🥹 i love i love i love
𝙩/𝙬: mentions of binge eating, rough tickles, traces, restraints, teasing, use of like one tool, minho’s brain is so fried that he begs in two different languages
Minho slammed the dorm door behind him with more force than necessary, the sound echoing down the hallway like a warning shot. The day had been absolute shit from the moment he woke up.
The staff had completely botched his stage outfit, the seam on the jacket ripping right before soundcheck, forcing a frantic last-minute fix that left him standing around half-dressed and fuming while everyone scrambled.
He didn’t want to talk. He didn’t want to fake his smile. He just wanted pure, instant comfort.
So he did the next best thing: he raided the kitchen pantry like it owed him money. The lights were dim, just the soft glow from the range hood illuminating the counter.
Minho sat cross-legged on the cool tile floor in his oversized black hoodie and sweatpants, a half-empty family-sized pack of choco cookies open in his lap.
Yummy yummy yummy.
The soft pad of footsteps made him glance up, but he didn’t stop eating.
Chan appeared in the doorway, still in his practice clothes, hair slightly damp from a quick shower.
His eyes softened instantly at the sight. Minho, usually so composed and sharp-tongued, having the best resistance to sugar of them all, reduced to a grumpy cookie monster on the kitchen floor.
Chan suppressed a stream of giggles. The sight was so unbearably amusing that he could barely hold it in.
“Ohh, my grumpy baby,” Chan cooed, voice low and fond, the kind of tone he used when he knew someone needed gentle handling. He crossed the room in a few strides and dropped down to his knees right in front of Minho without hesitation.
Minho groaned. “Hyung, don’t.”
But Chan wasn’t having it. He cupped Minho’s cheeks with both hands, squishing them slightly, and started peppering kisses all over his face.
“Look at you. Sitting on the floor destroying the snack stash. Rough day, huh?” Another kiss landed on Minho’s eyelid, making him scrunch his whole face up. “My poor Minho-yah. Let hyung fix it.”
Chan pulled back just enough to look at him properly, thumbs brushing away a few stray crumbs from his cheeks.
“You done being mad at the world yet?” Chan asked softly, still holding his face.
“No,” Minho muttered, but there was less bite in it. He broke off a piece of cookie and held it out half-heartedly. Chan accepted it with a grin, popping it into his mouth.
Jisung wandered in, rubbing one eye sleepily, his oversized t-shirt hanging off one shoulder. He was clearly on a late-night fridge raid of his own.
“Wow. Hyungs are having a moment,” Jisung teased, voice still raspy from sleep. “Should I leave? Or grab my phone for blackmail material?”
Chan laughs. “You know he’s had a bad day, Sungie. Lay off on the blackmail a little.”
Jisung’s eyes widen with delight. “Oh right! I was actually planning on calling hyung into my room. For a little…physical therapy, per say.”
Minho narrows his eyes. “Physical therapy?”
Chan grabs both of his hands. “Come on, Minho-yah. I’m sure Sungie has some nice massages planned.”
Minho lay back down on the bed. Already suspicious. He wanted to know why the other two members had wide, excited grins on their faces and what they had in store for him.
Before Minho could protest further, the two of them moved with practiced coordination. Chan gently but firmly pushed him down onto the bed, while Jisung grabbed a couple of soft scarves and hair ties from his desk drawer. Mainly things he usually used for styling but were now clearly being repurposed.
Minho’s eyes widened as they started looping the fabric around his wrists. “Yah. What are you planning?” He squirmed. “Untie me.”
Jisung handled the ankles with surprising efficiency, tying them apart to the foot of the bed so Minho was spread out in a loose starfish position on his back.
Not tight enough to hurt, but definitely enough to limit movement. Minho tugged experimentally, heart already picking up speed. “You two are dead. I swear—”
Jisung leaned over him first, plucking the half-eaten pack of choco cookies from Minho’s hoodie pocket where he’d been clutching it like a security blanket. “No more stress eating for now, hyung.”
He set the cookies aside on the nightstand, then used the sleeve of his own shirt to gently wipe the chocolate smudges from around Minho’s mouth. His touch was careful, almost tender. “You’ll feel much better after this. Trust me.”
Minho glared up at them, cheeks already heating. “This is not physical therapy. This is kidnapping.”
Without warning, both of them pushed Minho’s oversized hoodie and t-shirt up to his chest, exposing the smooth skin of his stomach and sides. The cool air made him shiver.
Minho’s breath hitched. “Don’t you dare—”
Four hands descended at once.
Minho clamped his mouth shut. No way no way no way. He was not going to laugh that quickly.
His face flushed instantly, a deep pink blooming across his cheeks and ears, then spreading down his neck like spilled strawberry syrup. He twisted, trying to curl inward, but the ties held him open. Every nerve ending lit up under their coordinated attack.
Chan leaned closer, voice low and playful. “See? All these tight muscles from today. We’re just helping them loosen up.” His nails trailed higher, under Minho’s arms, then back down the sensitive sides of his ribcage in feather-light scratches. “Breathe, baby. Let it out.”
Jisung grinned, clearly enjoying himself far too much. “Hyung’s so stiff everywhere. Look at this.” He switched tactics, using all ten fingers to spider-walk rapidly across Minho’s exposed stomach, dipping into the dips of his hips. “This area holds so much stress, right, Chan hyung?”
Ohgodohgodohgod. Minho threw his head back, face approaching the color of a tomato, neck straining.
The tickling was everywhere: Chan focusing on his upper body, ribs, underarms, even the sensitive skin just below his collarbones, while Jisung worked lower: waist, hips, the terrible spot right above his hipbones. Their nails were relentless but never rough, just light enough to drive him insane.
Minho held on longer than they expected, stubborn as always, his grumpy mask cracking but not breaking. His cheeks burned hotter with every passing second, lips pressed into a thin, quivering line.
Then Jisung went for the kill.
“Extra therapy on the sides, coming right up,” Jisung announced cheerfully, ignoring the look of absolute horror on Minho’s trembling face.
He dug his fingers in just enough. Firm, vibrating scratches right into the worst spot on Minho’s sides, that deadly area between ribs and waist.
He moved them fast, no mercy, while Chan held Minho’s hips steady. That did it.
A loud, involuntary burst of laughter exploded out of Minho.“NO—Noohoohohohohoho!!”It was quickly followed by helpless, bright giggles that poured out nonstop.
His grumpy face shattered completely. The tension in his expression melted into pure, boyish laughter, eyes crinkling, mouth wide open as he thrashed against the ties. “GAAHAHAHAHAHAA!!”
Chan laughed along with him, soft and fond, but didn’t stop. “There he is. That’s our Minho. Keep laughing, it’s good for you. Releases all that stress.”
Tears of mirth pricked at the corners of Minho’s eyes. The unbearable sensations flooded every sense—ticklish fire dancing across his skin, the warmth of their hands, the sound of their fond teasing mixing with his own helpless giggles.
Jisung and Chan exchanged a quick, mischievous glance over Minho’s still-shaking body. The dancer was already a wreck, chest heaving, face flushed a deep strawberry red that reached all the way to his ears, tiny giggles still slipping out even though the main attack had paused.
“Not done yet,” Jisung announced cheerfully, scooting down toward the foot of the bed. “We still have to treat the lower extremities. Very important for balance and stress relief after all that dancing you do, hyungie.”
“Nononono—not the feet!! Han Jisung, my feet are off limits, you little rat!!” He tugged hard at the soft restraints around his ankles, but they held firm, keeping his bare feet exposed and vulnerable. He had kicked off his socks earlier in the kitchen and now deeply regretted it.
Chan’s hands returned to Minho’s sides immediately, fingers digging in with that perfect mix of firm and feather-light scratches that made every nerve scream.
Jisung pulls Minho’s right foot into his lap, fluttering his nails against the skin with no remorse, cooing as Minho threw his head back and wailed with laughter.
“I CAHAAHAHHAANT TAHAHAHAKE ITT!!”
Jisung grinned like a maniac, fluttering his nails faster. “Wow, hyung. Your feet are so sensitive. Look at how they twitch.” He switched to the left foot, giving it the same fluttering treatment: light scratches, quick scribbles, focusing especially on the arches and the bases of the toes.
The sensations were maddeningly ticklish, like a thousand tiny sparks shooting up Minho’s legs.
Jisung wasn’t finished. He reached over to his nightstand drawer and pulled out a long, plastic backscratcher—the cheap kind with a long handle and flexible prongs at the end, perfect for this kind of “therapy.”
“No.” Minho demanded. Though it was weaker now. Scared. “Jisung. No. ”
“Awhhh, well, too bad.” Jisung held Minho’s right foot upright with one hand, gripping the ankle firmly so the sole was fully exposed and stretched. Then he slowly trailed the backscratcher down the entire length of the sole.
Minho’s reaction was loud. Explosive.
“JEHEHEBAAAHAHAHAL!!”
The plastic prongs dragged lightly but relentlessly—from heel to arch to toes—in long, deliberate strokes. He repeated it again and again, sometimes switching to quick, flicking motions that made the prongs vibrate against the sensitive skin.
“I CAHAHAHAHANT I CANT!! GEHEHEHEUMAAHANN!!” He shouted random pleas in a mix of the two languages as the sparks traveled straight into his nervous system. His brain was officially too fried now.
Jisung broke into laughter. “Oh my god, no way!” Chan laughed along with him. “We broke him!!”
Minho wailed. “OHMYGOSH STAHAHAHAHAAP!!” He was bucking around, face bright red, mouth wide open in the cutest, dopiest grin.
“Alright, alright. We’ll stop.” Chan chuckled. Both Chan and Jisung let up, admiring the absolute wreck they’d made out of the toughest dancer of the group.
Minho was dizzy, panting, and still giggling weakly even after the direct tickling stopped. His chest heaved, tears drying on his cheeks, a big, exhausted but genuine smile plastered across his face. The grumpy cloud from earlier had been thoroughly, completely shattered.
Chan leaned over and ruffled his damp hair gently. “There’s our happy Minho. Feeling better?”
Jisung set the backscratcher aside and patted Minho’s ankle soothingly. “Best physical therapy session ever, right, hyung?”
