okay wait so yk your plushie au with all the members i’m just imagining one of the more ler members like minho / chan / seungmin being clingy (most likely chan) and wanting one of the members to stay home when they wanted to go out for a party.
and the lee is all dressed up and ready to go, and he’s laced their sneakers up and ler’s just standing there with lee’s plushie and an evil grin sneaking tickling fingers up the plushie’s little sole. not even being rough. just a crawly feeling.
the lee’s squealing and squirming there leaning against the couch and fumbling the laces until the ler makes an announcement.
“i’m not stopping until you’re in your jammies and in my arms”
so now the lee’s stumbling everywhere and giggling his head off, shrieking every time another finger phantom tickles at his arch. and he’s all disheveled and desperate so he runs back and frantically hops into the ler’s arms like “OKAHAY OKAY I DID IT PLEHEASE!!”
and the ler’s satisfied. because now the lee is all snug in their arms and they get their cuddles.
some pairings i think would be rlly good for this are in lee/ler order
like 🫣🫣 tell me what you think avy babyyy
sorry if i’m being weird or if i disturbed you 🥺❤️🩹
Lee: Minho
Ler: Chan
Word Count: 2.8k words
A/N: happy birthday @itzsana-kiddingmenow baby, hope you had the best day ever💖(sorry ik i'm late😭) Also there's two endings cuz I couldn't decide🤷🏽♀️
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@jungwon-is-the-one, @reginald-stay09, @dusk-mp3, @lezleeferguson-120, @sophi-tickl-blog, @jeongin-lover08
“Minhoyaaaaa~” Minho let out the loudest sigh yet. Chan had been pestering him all day, literally clinging onto Minho from the moment he’d woken up.
He had hugged him as the younger prepared breakfast, lay sadly on Minho’s bed as he waited patiently for the younger to finish his shower, then tackled him onto the couch for hours of cuddling.
And had clung to him all the while he was getting ready for his friend’s party.
“Hyung… give that back.” He held his hand out towards Chan. The oldest stood grinning from ear to ear, wagging Minho’s socks in the younger’s face.
He was obviously very pleased with himself at having gotten a reaction out of the usually stoic boy. When Minho realized just using his words was useless, he changed tactics.
Minho was quick, grabbing a chunk of Chan’s sides with one hand and squeezing until the older gave in, too busy cackling his head off to notice the socks had been snatched right out of his hands.
“Meheheanie.” Chan had muttered, clearly sulking.
Afterwards, the oldest had skunked off somewhere, thankfully, letting Minho finish getting ready in peace. He had just finished tying his laces into perfect bows when the leader popped up again, Leebit held hostage in his grip.
“Do you have to go?” He asked, whined almost.
It made Minho sigh for the nth time. “Yes hyung, I do.”
“You really, absolutely, totally will abandon me here in this desolate place all by my lonesome?” He was spouting nonsense at this point, trying to stall.
“It’s just a few hours hyung-ah. Why don’t you find Lixie and play with him until I get back?” Minho suggested, subtly glancing at the clock over Chan’s head.
He had to leave in the next 5 minutes if he didn’t want to be late.
“But Lixie is hanging out with Hannie and they kicked me out…” Chan pouted, slowly inching closer and closer to Minho before looking him in the face.
Now, being on the receiving end of the most devastating puppy eyes he’d ever seen, Minho admits, he almost folded. Almost.
“I’m sorry hyungie. But I need to go. Maybe you can watch something on TV or play a game with Kim Seungmin and Innie?”
Minho decided it was best to make a quick exit. Rip the metaphorical band aid in one fell swoop. But before he could take two steps away from Chan, the older’s voice stopped him.
“Then I’m afraid you’ve left me with no choice.” Minho didn’t even get a chance to question him when he felt featherlight touches on the soles of his feet.
“W-whahat the hehell?” He stumbled away from the door, crashing into Chan, who easily steadied him with an arm around his waist, pinning Minho’s arms to his sides. “Hyuhung let me gohoho!”
Then, being the mean ler he was, he held the doll up with his free hand, making Minho watch as every finger he traced over the plushie’s foot felt as though they tickled his own.
Minho felt his heart race at the sight of the doll, his insides melting into warm goo as Chan’s annoyingly nimble fingers brushed over yet another overly sensitive spot on his feet, making him flinch and giggle.
“What’s wrong Minhoya? Are you perhaps feeling a little… ticklish?” Chan’s voice whispered in his ear, sending shivers down his spine.
The sensations grew more insistent by the second, going from light tracing at his heel to pokes over his arches and toes. Chan chuckled at the way the younger squirmed in his grip, failing miserably to grab ahold of the doll.
“Hyuhuhung whahat ihis this? How ahare youhuhu—ACK nohoHOHOHO!” Minho’s sweet giggles filled the room as he stomped his feet and wiggled helplessly in Chan’s hold. The older leaned sideways to peek at Minho’s face.
“Aww is that a smile I see? Don’t tell me you’re actually enjoying this?” Chan teased, fingers moving faster over the plushie’s little foot.
The lilt in Chan’s voice combined with his teasing words and the fingers wreaking havoc on his poor soles had Minho’s brain turn to absolute mush.
He melted into the embrace, slumping against Chan as he let the tingly sensations take over every corner of his mind.
“Nahahaha hyuhuhung shihihit nohohot myhyhy feheheet!!” He shook his head, eye squeezed tight as his laughter rose in pitch and volume.
His face grew impossibly more red, cute bunny teeth on display as he cackled his head off as Chan cooed at his every reaction.
Minho’s hands grasped onto the arm around his waist, pushing weakly at it as he shimmied in place. Too bad Chan’s dad strength triumphed over his diminishing energy.
“There’s no running from the tickle monster Minhoya~ Tickle, tickle, tickle little kitty~” Minho’s face flamed at the nickname. And even more at the gushy voice the older used.
He was going to kill Chan for this. Not even the police were going to find his body after this.
“Ihihihi hahate youhu sohoho muHUHUHUCH—AHAHAHAHA HYUHUHUNG!!”
The older kept up his attacks on the little doll, occasionally leaning over to blow in Minho’s ears just to hear him squeal in surprise.
His feet were one of his worst spots by far and it wasn’t long before his body started feeling like a live wire. The fact that he still didn’t understand how Chan was doing all this only made everything feel better worse somehow.
He was now hyperaware of each stroke and glide of five fingers going up and down his feet, scribbling first at the balls of his feet before dragging up to wiggle under his toes.
“Ahahahaha shihihit hyuhung plehease nohot thehere hahahaha-AH!”
And oh god did those tickle. The way they worked over each toe and traced abstract patterns over the tops of his feet just to keep him squirming.
It sapped away any strength left in his wobbly knees, leaving Minho to lean his full weight onto Chan.
Then came the alternating between each foot. Every time Minho’s laughter dimmed, Chan’s hands switched and kept going until Minho was gasping and squealing and jumping around.
“Look at how adorable you are! My cute little ticklish bunny~” Chan cooed, nuzzling his face into Minho’s neck, which dragged a helpless shriek from Minho, when the action sent little tickly sparks straight to his brain.
Chan let him go, then, watching in sadistic amusement as the younger shrieked when, all of a sudden, there were two hands going to town on both his feet at once.
“Nononono nohohohoho Chahahahannie hyuhuhung plehehease ohoho myhy gaHAHAHAHD!!”
Loud, unrestrained laughter filled the living room, Minho’s pretty features morphed into the brightest smile as he hopped and stomped around like a madman.
He looked downright hysterical, clothes ruffled and hands slapping against his thighs as he stumbled around blindly. He chanced a glance at Chan in his desperation, a shiver running down his body when they made eye contact.
A small smile was budding on Chan’s lips, making Minho’s stomach flutter. It was that damn look he wore every single time he’d utterly wrecked poor Minho.
And he was nearly there now, if the tears wetting the younger’s lashes and the huge beaming grin on his face was anything to go by.
And this very entertaining moment wasn’t missed by a certain pair of twins. The top half of a phone peeked out from the slightly open door to Felix’s room, recording every last embarrassing sound and humiliating dance Minho performed in his desperation.
After all, it wasn’t everyday someone got Minho that good.
“Do you want this to stop?” Chan asked, his shadow casting over Minho’s twisting form. The younger nodded frantically, feet kicking and digging into the floor as if he could escape it all.
“yehes yes YEHEHES PLEHEHEASE IHIHI CAHAHAN’T!!”
As the ticklish sensations went rampant on his feet, Minho’s knees got wobbly— and unable to hold his full weight, he collapsed back onto the couch.
“Then go change. Right now. I’m not stopping until you’re in your jammies and in my arms.” The oldest announced. Minho had never stood up from a couch that fast.
Only a single thought was present at the forefront of his mind. Change and hug his hyung. In his haste, his hands fumbled with the laces, tangling and slipping like he was doing this for the first time.
Letting out a frustrated growl, he kicked off his shoes, stumbling dazedly away from the living room and towards his own bedroom.
The moment the door closed behind him, he collapsed to the floor, clawing at his soles, hoping to disrupt the torturous scritches Chan kept doing.
But his nails only added onto the annoyingly ticklish sensations, making him let out a frustrated whine through his giddy laughter.
Chan was obviously going much easier on him at the moment, knowing the younger wouldn’t stand a chance at mercy if he didn’t.
Minho’s toes flexed and curled in his socks, begging for reprieve as he stumbled his way to his closet. He didn’t care how much of a mess he looked, grabbing the closest pair of pajamas he could find and ripping off his party clothes.
It happened to be the bunny onesie Chan had gifted him for his last birthday, complete with floppy ears and a fluffy tail.
His nose scrunched up in annoyance but when the tickly sensations left his feet to swirl over his sides, Minho knew Chan was growing impatient.
“Fihihine fihine ihihim dohoing it!” He yelled, hoping Chan heard him. Seconds later, the door slammed open, Minho barreling through and basically throwing himself into Chan’s open arms.
“ihihihi dihid what youhu ahahsked…nohohw stahahap ti—tihickling mehehe.” He pleaded, face smushed into Chan’s shoulder.
He panted loudly, slumping his full weight onto Chan— a tiny way to get back at him. Little bunny sniffs escaped his pouty lips as he slowly recovered from the attack.
“You did so well kitten~” Chan cooed at him, running his fingers and smoothening the mess from earlier. Minho just hmphed, pretending to sulk.
“Did you pick that onesie to look extra cute?” Chan teased, dimples peaking through. He was really trying his best to reign in the cuteness aggression he was getting.
What with Minho in the cutest outfit, his hair messy, eyes misty and pink dusting his cheeks. And of course the unmistakable pout on his lips. The sight tugged at his heart strings.
“Shut up. You didn’t give me any time to think!” He pouted harder and this time, Chan aww ’ed out loud. The younger scowled at him even as crimson seeped into his face once more.
“Okay, tell you what. If you do aegyo for some pictures, I’ll give Leebit back to you.” Chan offered, and he could almost see Minho’s ears perking up at the suggestion.
He scoffed, jabbing Chan’s side in rebellion before doing as he was asked, ears tinged red with embarrassment.
Chan’s delighted giggles filled the space, as he flitted about, finding the best angle to capture all of Minho’s charm.
Minho gave up after the 5th pose, expression falling into his usual poker face, his hand extended expectantly. Chan sighed, but pulled the little plush out from his hoodie pocket.
Minho was not going to take his chances with another member having their hands on his plush.
He snatched the doll in a heartbeat, tucking it away safely in the little belly pouch of his onesie.
Eventually, Chan moved them to the couch, letting Minho pile pillows into a makeshift wall between them.
The very idea that voodoo dolls existed was already enough to gag him. The only thing worse was that these just so happened to be tickle dolls. Because why not.
“This is so ridiculous. How did you even find that out?” Minho scrunched his nose in mock disgust, even as his thoughts went rampant at how casually close Chan’s fingers were to Leebit’s ribs.
He didn’t think he could take this kind of teasing much longer.
Focus Minho. Focus. He told himself fiercely.
“Well… I was playing around with one of the plushies after Innie sassed me before bed and apparently tickling FoxI.NY tickled Innie too.” Chan’s explanation was almost annoyingly simple.
And as he sat there pondering this strange phenomenon, something else clicked in his head. A puzzle that had been lying around in the back of his mind all this time.
“Wait… I KNEW IT!” Minho bellowed in betrayal. “That dance practice nonsense was you and Jeongin’s doing!”
Chan flinched at the volume but couldn’t hide the pleased smirk that made it’s way onto his face. He had to admit that it had been fun watching Minho squirm around and beg and cackle, completely at their mercy.
“Yet you never asked any questions, never did any digging. Were you waiting for this?” He teased, never being one to pass up on an opportunity to make Minho flounder.
Chan giggled at his flustered reaction, reaching out to pull Minho until he was nicely pressed against his side, with Chan’s hands wrapped snuggly around his waist.
Minho felt goosebumps rise along his skin when he felt Chan's fingers stroking gently along his sides. It was too soft to tickle but too present to ignore. He wondered if Chan knew the effect he had on Minho.
He was acutely aware of every brush, every absent minded stroke over his bare skin. It seemed like a part of his brain would permanently be focusing on just that sensation. Barely there yet impossible to ignore.
And Chan, innocent, oblivious Chan had no idea how much he was affecting the younger
Minho knew then that he had to hold it all in. Their leader took a little too much delight in tormenting him and seeing him rosy faced and so utterly flustered.
Then Chan ruined that peaceful anticipation with a bomb of a bargain.
“…what? Have you finally gone senile?” Minho stared in disbelief at the older, who looked back at him very seriously.
“You have to apologize to your friend for not attending! It's rude to just not show up,” he explained as if that made everything reasonable.
“You made me do it!” He protested, ears turning pink when Chan wiggled his eyebrows at him.
“Well, it took very little convincing to get you to stay home~ And I'll give Leebit back to you if you do!” Chan sing-songed happily.
“You're crazy if you think I'd subject myself to such humiliation.”
Minho rolled his eyes, slumping against the back of the couch. But he'd forgotten one small, yet pivotal detail.
Chan still had that stupid cursed doll.
The younger flinched when he felt phantom nails dragging over his poor sides again, giggles bubbling up helplessly as he began to squirm.
"Nohohoho dohohohn't mahake me dohoho ihit hyuhung!" He tried to plead though it quickly became clear that Chan wasn't asking.
So with a heavy sigh and a muttered, i hate you, he picked up the phone and called his friend.
"Say you're down with the tickle bug," Chan whispered to him, a wicked smile playing on his lips. Minho died a little then, but no amount of pleading did him any good.
"...Minho-ya, are you okay?" His friend asked, and with a blazing face, he murmured the words he'd never thought he'd say out loud.
"I—I'm down with the t—tickle bug..." He bit out, watching as Chan nearly fell off the couch laughing.
I will kill you for this. Minho's glare seemed to promise as his friend cackled at him through the phone.
“Did your leader get ya, Mr. Giggles?” He teased, laughing even harder when Minho cursed at him before hanging up, much too mortified to keep talking.
Meanwhile, Chan himself felt a tiny bit proud when Minho's friend figured he was the ler.
So Minho was open about this particular weakness of his.
As Minho grudgingly settled back into Chan’s embrace, Leebit clutched safely in a death grip, they heard a faint audio playing.
The duo ignored it at first, until the sound grew louder, closer, until it was glaringly obvious what it was.
Minho’s cackles. From earlier.
The younger almost shot up, if not for Chan’s arms wrapped snugly around his middle. But they didn’t need to try to see the gremlins behind it, because at that moment, Felix and Jisung walked out.
"Aww look, Minho hyung is still blushing!" Jisung pointed out excitedly, his hands gravitating to squeeze Minho's pink cheeks.
"Get your hands away from me!" The older squeaked, squirming for freedom in Chan's arms.
"Nuh uh, I'm not done cuddling you baby... besides, he's not wrong," Chan piped up, laughing when the younger let loose a string of colorful curses.
"Okay, I sent it to our group chat so that the others can see how cute hyung is!" Lix giggled at Minho's glare. Jisung and Chan joining in to tease the poor boy even more.
At least until Felix gave them some shocking news:
"...wait, Seungmin posted a clip of it to bubble..."
