So I was thinking the Lee be Changbin and the lers be Chan and Felix
While flexing in the mirror Felix poked his armpit for fun which led him to finding out binnie was ticklish and then Chan gets in on it, since Changbin had been having a rough few days
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The gym lights were low now, most of the members long gone, leaving only the three of them in the mirrored corner that always smelled faintly of rubber mats and metal.
Chan was slumped against the wall near the water fountain, hoodie pulled up over his head, arms crossed, eyes half-lidded with that bone-deep tired that settled in after a long schedule and an even longer workout. Heâd been ready to leave twenty minutes ago.
âBunny,â he called, voice rough, âcome on. Weâve been here almost three hours. Shower. Food. Bed. In that order. Or any order.â
Changbin didnât even turn around. He just kept staring at his reflection, chest rising and falling, cheeks flushed dark red. Slowly, deliberately, he brought both arms up into a double biceps pose. The veins along his forearms stood out sharp and angry; his shoulders rounded beautifully. He tilted his head, studying himself like he was trying to decide if the mirror was lying.
âNot yet,â he murmured, almost to himself. âStill got more in me.â
Chan groaned, sliding further down the wall until he was basically sitting on the floor. âYou always say that. And then you canât lift your arms tomorrow and whine at me for an hour.â
Felix, who had finished his own sets ages ago and was now perched cross-legged on top of the unused cable machine like some kind of golden retriever gargoyle, snorted.
His hair was still damp, blonde strands sticking to his forehead, but his energy hadnât flagged at all. If anything, he looked brighter now that heâd had time to cool down and watch the other two slowly implode.
He stood up slowly. Stretched like a cat. And then padded over on silent feet.
Changbin was still admiring his reflection, turning slightly to check his rear lat spread, completely oblivious.
Chan rubbed his face with both hands. âBinnie. Seriously. Your arms are shaking.â
âTheyâre not.â
âThey literally are.â
Felix didnât announce himself.
He simply reached out, quick as a snake, and poked two fingers straight into the soft, vulnerable hollow of Changbinâs armpit.
The squeal that tore out of Changbin was high, startled, and embarrassingly loud.
âYAHHâ!â
His whole body jerked like heâd been electrocuted. Arms snapped down instinctively, shoulders hunching, trying to protect the spot, but it was too late. Felix was already grinning like the devil himself.
Changbinâs head whipped toward him. âHyung. No.â
Chan pushed off the wall, rolling his shoulders like he was warming up for a completely different kind of workout. âOne more thing before we go,â He announced, voice deceptively calm. âYou wanted more, right?â
âI changed my mind,â Changbin said immediately, already backing up. âIâm good. Iâm great. Home time. Time for Binnie to go home.â
âToo late.â
Chan moved faster than someone that tired had any right to. One second Changbin was retreating toward the dumbbell racks; the next he was being scooped under the arms, spun around, and marched backward until the backs of his knees hit the flat weight bench.
âCore workout,â Chan said, low and pleased. âOne more set. You can handle it.â
Changbin squirmed immediately, heels scrabbling against the floor. âThis isnât a core workout, this is torture!â
âItâs character building.â
Felix appeared at the side of the bench, leaning one hip against the metal frame, looking down at Changbin with the kind of sweet, terrifying smile that promised absolutely no mercy.
Changbinâs eyes darted between them both. Realization dawned slowly, horribly.
âNo,â he whispered. âNo no no noââ
Chan tightened his grip just slightly on Changbinâs wrists, leaning down until their foreheads almost touched. âYou wanted to keep going so badly,â He murmured. âSo go ahead. Show us how strong you are.â
Felix wiggled his fingers in the air above Changbinâs ribs, watching his hyung's face go from nervous to horrified in four seconds flat.
And then Felix struck.
The last thing Chan heard before the gym filled with helpless, hysterical laughter was Changbinâs broken, pleading.
âNOT THERE, NOT THERE, NOT THEHEHEHEHERE!â Changbin wails, Felix's hands clawing up and down his sides, sometimes dipping to those soft obliques, then down to the squishy parts of his hips.
Changbin thrashed.
His legs kicked uselessly, heels scraping the rubber floor, knees jerking up toward his chest only to be blocked by Chanâs weight pinning him down. His wrists twisted in Chanâs iron grip, shoulders straining, biceps flexing hard against nothing as he tried to curl in on himself.
But there was nowhere to go.
Chan laughed low above him, breathless and fond. âLook at that. Mr. âI can keep goingâ is already crying.â
"IHIHIHIM NOT CRYING!! SHUHUHUT UP!!"
It dissolved into giggles so high and frantic they sounded almost like hiccups. His abs jumped and shuddered under Felixâs hands, every muscle quivering violently as he tried to twist away.
The harder he fought, the more his obliques betrayed himâthose deep, carved lines that heâd just been admiring in the mirror minutes ago now turned into his worst enemy.
Felix was merciless.
He dug in with gentle, scratching nails right along the shadowed groove of Changbinâs left oblique, then raked slowly upward toward his ribs. Changbin howledâactually howledâhead thrown back against the bench, throat bared, tears already gathering at the corners of his squeezed-shut eyes.
"IHIHIHIT'S NOHOHOHOT FAHAHAHAIR!! I CAHAHAHAHAHAN'T!!"
Chan tilted his head, pretending to consider. âHmm. You were so excited about extra core work earlier. Thought you wanted to push your limits.â
"I TAHAHAHAHAKE IHIHIT ALL BAHAHAHACK!! Pleheheheheasee!!" Binnie stammered, throwing out words in English hoping they'd stop. "BIHIHINNIE IS DYING!!"
Both Chan and Felix burst into laughter, Lix slowing slightly because he had to grip Chan's hand to keep from topping over himself. "Cuteeee!!" He crowed.
Chan finally released his wrists. Changbinâs arms flopped down immediately, too weak to do anything but lie there. He curled onto his side with a groan, hugging himself, still giggling faintly even though nothing was touching him anymore.
âEvil,â he mumbled again into his own bicep. âBoth of you. Evil.â
Chan ruffled his damp hair, grinning. âYou did great, Binnie. Best core workout of the week.â
âI hate you,â Changbin whispered. But the tiny, exhausted smile tugging at his lips gave him away completely.
Felix poked him once moreâjust once, very lightly, right in the soft spot under his ribs.
Changbin squeaked, flinched, and buried his burning face in his arms.
âNever again,â He groaned.
"Nonsense." Felix chuckled. "You're gonna come back here the second we let you out of our sight."
That night, Changbin curled up in Chan's bed, hands sliding around the leader's waist.
Chan let out a muffled groan. "Nooooo, you're not being the big spoon today," he turned around, the bedsheets sliding around them, and looped his hands around Changbin instead.
Changbin knew better. Chan was watching him, waiting for the right moment to pounceânot literally, but with that big-brother intuition that always seemed to cut through the noise.
"...Hyung?"
"Yes, bunny?"
"Sometimes....do you think I'm too cold?" The words tumbled out before he could stop them, raw and unfiltered.
Changbin's cheeks burned with embarrassment. He wasn't used to spilling his guts like this, especially not in the middle of the night, in bed, with Chan so close he could feel the heat radiating from him.
Chan's heart breaks to hear Changbin's voice cracking through his words.
"Cold? No way."
"They probably think I'm unapproachable. Like, why would they want to hang out with someone who's always so serious? So... stoic." He flexed his biceps unconsciously, as if his muscular build was somehow to blame. Binnie sighs.
"I'm the tough guy, right? The one who doesn't laugh as easily, who doesn't join in on the silly stuff. What if they're getting tired of it? Tired of me?"
Before he could finish, Chan's hands darted out, fingers wiggling playfully as they targeted Changbin's sides. "What if you're overthinking this entire thing, you ridiculous muscle bunny?"
"That's alright," Chan grinned, his dimples now fully on display as he shifted to straddle Changbin's legs, pinning him lightly under the blanket. "You think you're cold? Distant? Let's see how 'cold' you are when you're giggling like a kid."
Changbin squirmed, trying to bat Chan's hands away, but his hyung was relentless. Fingers skittered up his ribs, then down to his belly, exploiting every ticklish spot Changbin had foolishly revealed during past dorm tickle fights. "Ahaha! No fahahahair! I wahahas behehehing seheheherious!"
Chan dove back in, this time targeting the sensitive spots under Changbin's arms. Changbin howled, twisting side to side, but the bed was too small, and Chan was too determined. "Admit it: you're not cold. You're warm and squishy and the best rapper-producer-muscle-man in Stray Kids."
"Okay, okahahahahaay! I'm not cohohohohold!" Changbin managed between peals of laughter, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. His hands finally caught Chan's wrists, holding them still as he gasped for air. "You're right. It's ridiculous. Happy now?"
Chan beamed, releasing him and flopping down beside him on the bed, both of them now tangled in the blanket. "Very. See? That's the Binnie we all know and love. The one who laughs like that."
Changbin wiped at his eyes, a smile lingering on his lips despite himself. The tickling had been chaotic, but it workedâhis mind felt lighter, the heavy thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind.
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How skz would wreck changbin
Words: 3415
Notes: yay
T/w: restraints at seungmin and Jeongin, soft tickles are hyunjin and felix and the rest are rough
Lee: Changbin
Ler(s): Stray Kids
Bangchan:
âBinnieâs annoyed? Hmm?â Chan cooed as he separated himself from the melted pile of Aussie bro, who was too tired to even protest against it anyways. Changbin didnât reply that little tease, the exhaustion of their long drive having brought his mood down to a negative level, Hyunjin settling for lightly rubbing his knuckles from their intertwined hands; the tallest loved long car rides unfortunately for him.
Chan frowned deeply when he noticed the lack of reply from the younger, watching the scowl that was imprinted on his face while Hyunjin tried to bring his spirits back up. Felix then leapt over to the leaderâs ear, whispering a certain plan he had to make the annoyed and tired dwaekki happy again.
The unsuspecting rapper stared off into the blank distance, now what was Lee Knowâs car doing that was taking them so long to arrive? Groaning, he was about to lay his head against Hyunjin when hands slipped into his armpits, kneading the already tense muscles firmly. Changbin squealed as cackles began to fall out of his mouth, immediately able to pinpoint whose firm and ruthless hands that was.
âCHAHAHAN! Q-QUHUHUIT IT!â Changbin squealed as the fingers were quick to scribble and scratch all over the sensitive skin of his underarms, shaking his head rapidly in an attempt to dispel the ticklish energy. His back arched, unable to do much in such a vulnerable position, not even able to push the leader away as the entire car seat blocked him. He pulled at his hands, only to be stuck as Hyunjin had his fingers around his, the comforting and frustrating embrace pinning him down effectively.
âHm..you sure?â Chan taunted, worming his pesky fingers right back up Changbinâs armpits, giggling happily when he got a very shrill squeal of ticklish agony in return. Hyunjinâs heart melted at the sight, feeling slightly evil that he was the one practically restraining poor Changbin, but he could just feel the carâs mood lighten up, and that was enough for him to keep their fingers intertwined; much to the shorterâs dismay.
âYEAHAHAHA! N-NO MOHORE! NO MOREHAHA-!â The boisterous hysterics were cut off as he struggled for air, tears of mirth welling up in his eyes as his neck too began to bloom with a growing blush. The leader slowed his fingers steadily, eventually just rubbing Binnieâs chest in soothing circles while Hyunjin rubbed his back. The rapper melted into a small puddle of residual giggles, twitching every so often.
âLittle Changbinnie is happier now~â Chan cooed, just in time as Minho banged on the window gently, smirking when he saw the blank look on Changbinâs face, clearly he knew something was up as the door almost instantly opened. The shorterâs eyes widened when he was met with the cat dad, who wasted no time in carrying him out and into their dorms after a long day out, becoming once again red in the face as the kind gesture; he loved being babied too much to ever ask for it to stop. The rest tagged along behind him, adding to his embarrassment as they pinched his pale red cheeks with soft smiles on their faces.
Little did he know how the rest of the day was about to goâŚ
Lee Know:
Tossing him onto the bed, the cat loomed over the dwaekki menacingly as he flipped the younger over into the soft sheets. A grunt was heard as Changbinâs face hit the fluffy pillows of his bed, another groan when Minho plopped himself onto his knees comfortably. Nothing wouldâve prepared him for the shriek he let out when blunt nails ran down the backs of his thighs, the gentle feeling tickling much more than it shouldâve.
âSince you teased me at that time for having sensitive thighs, câmon, tell me, which tickles more?â Minho purred, and it was then that Changbin realised exactly what he was in for; sending a shiver or two down his spine with a heavy breath. The squeal that rang throughout the condo was enough to shatter glasses, one hand grabbing the fat near his behind and kneading into it roughly while the other scribbled ever so gently onto the smooth skin of the back of his thigh.
âAHAHAHA! N-NOHOT THERE NAHAHAT THERE!â Changbin screamed out pleas of mercy faster than lightning as his upper body uselessly flailed around, unable to get the evil bunny off his knees, trapping his legs for endless suffering. Lee Know simply tutted in faux disappointment above him, snickering when the producer pounded his fists on the bed.
âThatâs not the right answerâŚâ The older hummed, faking being in deep thought before turning the rapper back over, he didnât want him to suffocate through all the fun after all. Poor dwaekki had barely any time to breathe before nails yet again scribbled over the pant line of one of his thighs delicately, and the other received a massage-like kneading. The younger absolutely screamed, before howling with laughter as he pushed weakly at the bunnyâs hands to no avail, cheeks heating up fairly rapidly.
âPFTTHAHAHAAH! G-GEHEHENTLE- GEHEHEHENTLE!â The producer yelled out in ticklish agony, eyes widening before crinkling into adorable crescents with a pearly white smile spread from ear to ear, ears beginning to get their fair share of blush. Minho smirked at the admission, before gently scribbling all of his nails onto the tops of his thighs ever so tenderly, earning another scream that shook the entire bed. Seeing that maybe the poor guy couldnât take it anymore, trembling and shaking quietly on the bed with tiny beads of tears in the crevice of his eyes, the bunny let up, not without a tiny raspberry on the stomach to make him squirm helplessly with silent hysterics.
âSo cute~ Baby bunny canât handle it, gentle hm?â Lee Know snickered, pulling the tired rapper into his arms before wiping away at the tears of laughter that were threatening to fall. Despite his giggles dying down with heavy breaths, Changbin found his neck too, was red with flush. It wasnât fair, how did he know exactly how to make him a mess?
âAhahaâŚs-so cruehehehel..â The soft pant came from the little spoon, before quietening down with soft snores, completely worn out by the two hyungs who had torn him down to absolutely pieces without an ounce of mercy, purring when a hand entangled into his scalp and scratched, massaged and threaded through it calmly.
Maybe he was becoming more like his older bunny.,.
Hyunjin:
Hyunjin could practically squeal as he walked into the olderâs room, black curly hair covering over his eyes with a blanket that was practically falling off his body. His chest rose with every deep breath he took, fingers curled around the pillow tenderly where a missing Minho was supposed to be; lips parted to exhale calmly. The sight made the artist melt, wanting to capture the moment in his heart forever before laying down beside the sleeping bunny, he was so tiny!
âWake up, binnie ah~â Hyunjin whispered into Changbinâs ear, wrapping long arms around the warm and very much huggable torso; maybe more of indulging in the warmth that followed instead of actually waking the older up. Sensing a presence that had come to encircle him, the dwaekki nuzzled his head into Hyunjinâs chest, making his heart want to explode from the feeling; he was sure he was meant to be older than this man.
âFive more minutes- wahahahait!â The older squeaked when nails skittered along his sides, gently squeezing and pinching up the smooth skin as giggles poured from his mouth. Laughter came out in soft and breathless bursts, Changbin hiccuping whenever Hyunjin would trail towards his stomach, just to pull away; it was too early for thisâŚ
âWait for what? Wait for you to giggle so cutely, hm?â The ferret cooed, basking in the way the dwaekkiâs cheeks heated up rapidly from his little compliment. His hands roamed under his shirt, onto Changbinâs stomach where he scratched, poked and kneaded the skin with a soft smile, chin resting atop Binnieâs head like he had found a soft patch of grass to relax it.
âNoho- N-Not cuhuhute!â Changbin hiccuped, squirming like a fish out of water when hands went for his stomach, having put on more weight after the recent âpromiseâ in the skz code with a threat from a certain chick. The well kept nails were driving him absolutely insane, but couldnât do anything about it in his exhaustion from Minhoâs antics.
âYes cute~ Tell me youâre cute.â Hyunjin demanded, placing his nose underneath the olderâs ear before nuzzling and rubbing against it, earning panicked giggles and frequent squeaks. The rapper melted into a puddle of soft laughter, heart swelling at how gentle the dancer was towards him, it just genuinely meant he could never take what he dished out to others.
âI-Iâm cuhuhute! P-Plehehease!â The dwaekki whined, taking in deep breaths when the delicate touches came to a stop, squealing loudly when Hyunjin blew into his ear as one last assurance he had gotten what he wanted. His ears to his neck were a deep shade of red, making the ferret crawl over just to coo at the adorable sight through the short breaths he was taking for a break.
Maybe he should fall asleep near Hyunjin more oftenâŚ
Han Jisung:
âHyung~ I want attention~â Jisung whined in an exaggerated high pitched voice, tugging on the olderâs sleeve while he found the beats to some new tracks they were planning to release soon. Han had been feeling particularly bored that day, having disturbed almost every member in the dorms, having cleaned up his already spotless room and even watched three seasons of anime! Even so, nothing could quell the desperate need to have someone at least pay attention to him.
âNot now, stop bothering me!â Changbin huffed, flinging off the youngerâs arm with annoyance. Maybe he had been grumpy because a certain ferret had made his face so red that even now, it still had the cherry but pale red hue to it, but he had no intention of letting it out on the poor quokka. His eyes widened as he was shot off like a pest, whimpering like a kicked puppy before curling up on the couch sullenly.
âHey, Iâm sorryâŚâ The rapper apologised before swirling his chair around to face the pouting ace, pausing the up-tone beats that contrasted the downcast aura that spreaded throughout the studio. Crawling over onto the plush couch, he pulled Jisung up like a fish bait that had been used up, laying the quokkaâs head onto his lap. Staring up at the older with glistening eyes, Han immediately jumped at the affection he was craving for, snuggling his head onto the pillow-like thigh.
âS-Stop that!â The youngerâs head snapped up at the strain in the dwaekkiâs voice, watching his cheeks begin to bloom a pale red. Curiosity grabbing onto him, he rubbed his stubble, where he refused to shave because he liked looking more manly for a change, against the olderâs stomach. As expected, another squeal left the dwaekkiâs mouth, before his teeth chomped onto his lower lip to prevent laughter from slipping out.
âOh? I thought you were sorry? Now youâre pushing me away?â Jisung taunted, a knowing smirk on his face as he basked in his hyungâs weakness. What a little brat. Reluctantly, poor Binnie was forced to retract his hands, principals having him in a chokehold to keep to his word of not bothering whatever the mischievous kid was up to on his lap. Grabbing the chubby sides, he squeezed in a gentle rhythm, earning snorts and deep chuckles as Changbin struggled not to push the younger away.
âP-Plehehehease it reheheally tickles!â The rapper begged pleadingly, eyes beginning to crinkle from the giggles he was letting out. Unfortunately, it just caused Han to coo over him even more, compliments flowing from him like a rap beat that he could jam to, effectively reddening the shorter to be a live action tomato.
âDoes it really? It really tickles? Then how about this?â The ace pretended to think for a moment, before slipping his head under the tank top and blowing a long raspberry, nuzzling his head into the soft and pudgy skin to rub that rough and very much intense stubble across the skin. The older screamed, immediately failing to stick to his morals as he pushed at the head under his thin tank top; news flash: it didnât work, and never will.
âSTAHAHAHAP! I CAHAHANâT I CANâT!â Desperate begging was flung and bounced across the walls of the studio as the dwaekki struggled to keep himself composed, feeling much deja vu; why was he being tickled so much today? His stamina grew weaker with each raspberry, screaming and cackling his head off like he was going to die here.
âOkay, you overdramatic baby.â Jisung snickered while leaving the tummy alone, even though he wouldâve much preferred to wreck it till it was a pale pink. But he knew that this was already his fourth wrecking, Changbinâs energy quickly deflating like a balloon much to his both horror and satisfaction.
âAhaâŚs-so ticklish..â Changbin panted, wiping off his sweat like he had just ran three marathons in a row, chest heaving in and out with soft breaths.
âCutie, letâs get to practise hyung, donât wanna be late~!â
Lee Felix:
Practice had gone by in a flash, and before the rapper knew it, he was on the ground, face flat as he tried to even catch his breath; heâd have to beg the entertainment for a break later. A small grunt came from him when a blonde chick laid himself atop the dwaekki, staring up at what he came to know as the Felix species. Very cute but deadly was written all over that angelic face.
âHyung! Are you tired? Need some water? I can help with a massage~â Changbin barely had a fraction of a second to react before hands were on his back, kneading the knots out in soothing circles. Flattening himself like a pancake, the questions that bombarded him went in one ear and out the other, only groans and twitches of his aching body when Felix hit a sore spot.
âMmh..s-so goodâŚwahahaha!â All was going great till tiny fingers pinched at his spine, making him arch his back into the wooden floor. He could just feel the membersâ eyes on him as he squirmed beneath the brownie boy, the whispered sweet words making him internally curse his group, was this planned or something.
âI know, my massages are great, relax~â Felix boasted, swiping a singular finger quickly up the olderâs back to hear a squeak; he was going to bury his grave with Changbinâs laughter one day. Worst of all, the sensations that tingled through his spine felt so good, making him simply lay on the floor like a cat, rumbling with giggles like a purr.
âLix! P-Plehehehease! Nohohot here!â The shorter tried his best to protest, but when the small fingers wormed his way onto his lower back, tracing circles and soft shapes, he knew he was sold. All thoughts of even trying to fight the Aussie flew out of the window, resorting to giggling freely in front of the members; who watched in awe, Felix simply had magic hands.
âSo cute, canât even fight me hm?â Felixâs breath brushed against Binnieâs ear as he whispered ever so softly, earning a snort from underneath the brownie boy. Once what was the strongest in Stray Kids now was a puddle under the younger, reduced to heaps of giggles and hiccups in front of his members; how embarrassingâŚ
âOur turn now!â Came the sudden shouts of the maknaes in the background, who had frowns practically pasted onto their faces. They had waited and plotted for hours, and Felix could have another time with his dear hyung. Snatching up Changbin like they were worker ants who had found food, they marched off into Jeonginâs room, leaving a tiny Changbin very flustered.
He was so getting it nowâŚ
Seungmin and Jeongin:
âWe finally have you to ourselves, we have everything planned~â The duo chanted musically, like a ritual as they grabbed and tied Changbinâs hands above his head with a spare sweater from the youngestâs room. He was known for being a hoodie thief anyway. Poor Binnie could only watch with wide eyes and trembling arms as he was being prepared like a feast for the evil vocalists, who were grinning ever so innocently down at him.
âWahahait wait plehehease!â Changbin felt like he had been begging the entire day by now, but never once was he granted mercy from the fingers of his members that dared to terrorise his poor body, poor, sensitive body. He shrieked in absolute shock when the maknae took his seat happily on his ankles, pulling at the hem of each sock softly. Panicked, he began to babble and beg, before squealing when his shirt was thrown up by the puppy; he was met with silence to his pleads.
âG-Guhuhuys please! Iâll do ahahahnything!â The oldest of the trio babbled, watching Seungmin take a seat on his hips while Jeongin teasingly took off his socks, exposing his bare soles to the cold air of his room. Nervous giggles and pleas fell from his lips as fingers wiggled over his underarms and his feet, filling him with a dreaded anticipation that made his heart pound.
And even when those fingers came down, the duo were quiet as a mouse.
âARGHAHAHAHA! NO GUHUHUYS!â Came the crying squeal as nails scribbled up and down his arches quickly and delicately, along with another pair of hands kneaded into the hollows of his armpits, reducing him into a bout of hysterical laughter. Seungmin smirked as he stared into his flustered hyung, whereas Jeongin opted for giggling along with him.
âNo, what? Weâve been waiting all day for this!â Seungmin chirped enthusiastically, smiling warmly when the bed frame creaked in agony from the sharp tugs.
âDonât you love your maknaes? You want us to go away?â Jeongin chimed in, turning around for a brief moment to flash the oldest here his signature puppy eyes. Stupid guilt tripping, Binnie thought before falling back into boisterous cackles when the foxâs nails scraped right under his toes, earning another shrill yell of ticklish agony.
âNOHOHO MORE! GUHUHUYS P-PLEASE!â Changbin whined through booming laughter, grateful that it was confined to the room of the youngest. He felt himself vibrating onto the ticklish agony, unable to protect his ever so sensitive underarms from the puppyâs paws, and curling his feet wouldnât work against the evil fox where they shared a sadistic pleasure for wrecking the big but soft boy.
âOne last finale~â With that, the torture stopped for a moment, tears of mirth in the corners of the rapperâs eyes as he wheezed for air, body flinching automatically from the sensations that fried his brain. The vocalists gathered around his tummy, waiting until the blush that was practically imprinted onto his face to pale just a slight bit before blowing as hard as they could on the sides of his stomach, a hand each on his armpits and his thighs.
âOHOHO MY GAHAHA-! G-GUYS!â The words that the rapper spewed were barely coherent anymore, the scream he let out had the members rushing in almost in an instant. When they discovered the poor rapper with his legs and arms trembling from the fingers, stomach quivering in absolute joy and anguish from the laughter that had gone pin drop silent, they tore the vocalists off his bare waist, watching as his entire shirt collar was stained in tears just from two people blowing a singular raspberry.
It felt like a hundred hours in hell anyway to Binnie.
âCutie~â Chan cooed, snuggling the dwaekki in a big cuddle as the rest untied his arms, settling for a group bundle of hugs for the worn out rapper. Twitching and scarcely clinging onto his consciousness to stay awake, a soft âthank youâ came from his mouth, a mere sign instead of an actual voice before he succumbed to his exhaustion, thankful for the absolute happiness he had gained for today; the rest of the members snuggling up to their favourite teddy bear.
Changbin was seen the next day cancelling his schedules for lack of voice and for âpersonal reasonsâ, refusing to elaborate when he got compliments on the blush he had on for the next few days.
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âAh, we all did such a good job today everyone, keep up the good work!â Chan victoriously cheered along with the other members, beads of sweat glistening down their bodies after another practice for their new coming album âGIANTâ.Â
All of the members were particularly proud of themselves for doing albums back to back, considering the tight schedule around their necks and practically chaining them to the floor, all except a certain duo.Â
Changbinâs gaze lingered a little too long on the photos that they had taken just a few hours back for the concept of their album, able to keep a few as a little gift for their work. However, another ferret was staring at the backs of the other members as they left, gnawing at the inside of his cheek anxiously.Â
âChangbin..letâs go home, shall we?â Hyunjin finally chokes out after the long bout of awkward silence that falls upon them after a while, eyes widening when he saw the almost dull gaze from the rapper who solemnly nodded.Â
The ride back to their dorm felt almost haunting, empty one would say, neither of them daring to speak up to each other despite the eager and worried pestering of the members beside them; they could tell as clear as day that something was off with them, no matter how many plastered smiles they tried to give.
Changbin got home and much to Hyunjinâs dismay, he rushed to his room to slam the door shut and curl up into himself, much more content in revealing his sorrows to himself rather than to show it outside, where the members, also dealing with their own issues, would be dragged down by the weight of the problems he knew were probably heavy.Â
Tears wouldnât fall, however, he felt drained. Too drained to do anything but lay there numbly, anything but feel more than he could feel all at once swirling inside of him. Changbin wished he wasnât the only one dealing with these issues, he wished he could be as confident as half the members seemed to be in their abilities and in his humble opinionâtheir looks.Â
The thought ached, and his stomach swirled with thoughts that led one to another as it always did, and time passed in the blink of an eye, and he started to feel the oxygen leave him. Gasping, he sobbed dryly, the tears still refusing to leave his eyes despite how much he wanted them to.Â
Hyunjin knocked on the door gently, heart breaking into a million pieces when his hearing picked up on the pieces that Changbin was trying to fix back together to make himself whole again, before he was met with the sight of a smiling Changbin.Â
However, it was all off, his eyes were a tinge of red in the corners, nose a little bit too red to be considered just makeup, the foundation on his skin beginning to run from what he was assuming were the tears that dared to ruin such a pretty face like his. Without another word, the artist quietly brings the older into his embrace, pushing his head into his chest with a quiet expression.Â
âJinnie...it hurts...it hurtsâŚâ Changbin spilled when he felt his back being massaged so tenderly, fisting the shirt that the artist was wearing into bunches as new peals of tears began to flow.Â
And as Hyunjin continued to listen to the weak begging for something unknown, his own eyes too began to water, running down into Changbinâs scalp and onto his back.Â
Even if his knees felt like completely giving up at that moment, they both held themselves strong, trying to support each other as the tears continued to flow like rivulets. Nothing else sounded between the both of them at all, not even the breeze of wind that tried to bring them comfort.Â
âHyungâŚplease donât hide from meâŚwhatâs wrong?â Hyunjin asked, his voice cracking with an aching emotion as he rubbed down Changbinâs back, and he knew that the olderâs wall of defence, his wall of composure, was slowly shattering, breaking down against his will.Â
âIâI canâtâŚâ Changbin whimpered, and Hyunjinâs heart tightened painfully. âYouâll get tired of hearing why.âÂ
The knot in Hyunjinâs stomach finally broke, and a fresh wave of tears surfaced his eyes. His hyungâŚwas scared of telling him what was wrong, too scared to admit he wasnât okay, that he needed help.Â
Hyunjin knew he would stop at nothing to make his Binnie happy, and he knew that if Changbin had to complain about the same damn issue every single time, he would listen every single time and be ready to comfort him.Â
âHyung, pleaseâŚI would never get tired of you, never get tired of your insecurities or issues, and I would never, ever turn you away.â
âThen how about Hyung giving you some comfort? Youâre still crying so badly, Jinnie ahâŚâ Changbin winced in empathy when heâs face to face with Hyunjinâs bloodshot eyes, bringing a gentle hand up to his cheek, cupping and caressing the skin so softly.Â
The ferret immediately leaned into the touch like a lost puppy, still sniffling and hiccuping all over the place. Changbin had to do something about it, he needed to fix whatever mess heâs made of the younger, feeling as if it was his duty to take care of him. Knowing poor Hyunjin, he already knew why he was sobbing in the first place..Â
âB-But Hyungâehehe! W-Wahahait!â Hyunjin squealed as the tender fingers that once provided him warmth now travelled down to his sides, prodding and gently kneading the area. The artist tried his best to squirm away, but it was to no avail when you were fighting one of the strongest members in the group, brought back easily like a little plushie.
 Changbin doesnât say anything in response, just whispering little phrases of sweet compliments along the lines of, âYour dancing is amazingâ, or âYouâre not just a pictureâŚâ into his ears.
 The words melted the youngerâs heart, finding it harder and harder to put up a fight with the tingling yet soft sensations and the comforting words being whispered into his ear, just giggling himself silly.
âNononohohohoâŚHyuhuhuhung Ihim suhuhupposed to be comfohohorting youhuhu!!â Poor Hyune squeaked out, trying to shove at Binnieâs wrists with no avail, however Changbin, trying to redirect attention, kissed Hyunjinâs ear, driving the poor ferret mad as he squirmed and squealed cutely.Â
âShhhhâŚlet hyungie take care of youâŚâ Binnie blew air into Jinnieâs ear, smiling as Hyunjin melted back into him, tiny tears sparkling along his lashes. âYouâre so beautiful, Hyunjin, but youâre so talented too, jagiâŚI love you for you, not just for how pretty you are, but for just being youâŚâ
âI lohohohove you tohohohoo, hyuhuhung!â Hyune shrieked, and Changbin smiled, his lips upturning even as his eyes welled up with emotion again.Â
âNow say it. Say that youâre talented, and say that youâre worth more than you think. Say it.â
Hyunjin hiccuped through his giggles, his eyes slitted into crescents as he sputtered. âOkahahay!! Okay!! Ihihim tahahalented and wohohorth mohohore than I thihihink!!â
âThatâs what Iâm talking about.â Changbin smiles as he lets Hyunjin go, holding him up in his arms to let the younger catch his breath. He could see the faint smile on his face that continued to linger even after the tickles had already worn off his body, still clinging onto the rapper like heâd disappear if he even considered the thought of removing his hands.Â
However, it all switched the moment Changbin felt himself being lifted onto the ground, tossed onto the bed gently before Hyunjin loomed over him, a now more wicked grin on his face as he hovered over the nervous Dwaekki.Â
âDonât think I forgot about you crying Hyung~ How about you tell me how cute and handsome you are?â Before Changbin could even respond, he ended up squealing through his own fit of giggles as wiggling fingers descended onto his stomach, crawling up and down and dangerously close to his navel.Â
It wasnât fair, how soft the producer was with the dancer and how lenient he was, only to be tickled to pieces the moment he gave Hyunjin reprieve; not that he minded anyway. Seeing the blush beginning to bloom on Changbinâs cheeks, it only made the artist smile, continuing the soft ministrations.Â
âAhaha! N-Nohot cute! Hyuhuhune!â Changbin whines, but makes no move to push the dancer off him, crumpling the fabric of the bed beneath him into his fists to try and regain some sort of control.Â
Hyunjin only gave a loud coo into his face, scribbling his fingers around his neck to watch his shoulders scrunch up ever so cutely while his nose contorts into a little pig like snort, he swore that he could look at that adorable face forever and not get tired of it, even bringing a finger or two to poke his cheeks.Â
Binnie squealed, the sensation of the fingers poking at every sensitive spot forcing his face into an expression of pure joy, his eyes squeezed shut as his nose scrunched involuntarily, leaving him absolutely boneless as Hyunjin continued his tickling.Â
Hyunjin crawled his fingers down to Changbinâs underarms, digging in gently while whispering sweet nothings into his ear, leaving his hyungâs mind blank except for the pure feeling of joy flowing through his thought process.Â
âGo on, hyung. Say it.â Hyunjin cooed, his eyes softening. Binnieâs laughter was spilling out uncontrollably, his face flushed as he twisted in Hyuneâs grasp. He tried to control his giggles, but every delicate stroke under his arms sent him into fresh peals of laughter.Â
âBuhuut Ihihim nohohot!! IHIHIM NOHOHOHOT!!â Binnieâs protests dissolved into hysterical giggles as Hyunjinâs disapproving fingers moved down to his hips, digging in with playful, deep strokes. âNow now, we both know thatâs not true, but I guess weâll stay here until you can admit itâŚâ
Hyunjin moved down, to the tender area between Changbinâs armpits and chest that seemed to drive the poor boy absolutely mad. Binnieâs reaction was immediateâhis whole body shook with wild, unrestrained laughter as he struggled to pull away from the relentless tickling.
âNOHOHOHOâNOHOHOT THEHEHEREÂ NOT THEHEEHEHERE!!â His thrashing grew frantic, every nerve in his body on fire as he struggled to catch his breath, his face now bright red from laughter and embarrassment.
âSay it.â
Hyunjin almost demands, gritting his teeth as he tries his best not to get bucked off by a wildly thrashing Changbin beneath him, relishing in the screams for mercy that followed below him.Â
What a perfect end to Halloween, he thought, continuing to taunt his poor âwifeâ as his fingers scratched the area gently, pulling another agonised yet happy shriek from Changbin.Â
His heels dug into the bed, arms shoving at the ones tormenting him, his head shook side to side in mirth, but nothing seemed to work, as if Hyunjin was glued to Changbinâs waist permanently. Finally, he gives in, breathlessly screaming the words with all his might through peals of cackles.Â
âI-IâM CUHUHUTE! A-AND- AHAHAHA HAHAHAHNDSOME!â Changbin squeals one last time when he feels lips vibrating against his neck harshly, before dropping into quiet silence of laughter as tears of mirth drip down his cheeks pitifully, no longer having the strength to fight back anymore.Â
Taking pity on the poor guy, the artist finally lets up, wiping away the now happier tears from Changbinâs burning cheeks and laying down beside him for a long and warm cuddle, nuzzling his nose against the olderâs cheek with a chaste affection. The older didnât even protest, melting and humming into the actions while he would usually protest and try to turn the tables.
As they lay together, the exhaustion of their earlier emotional release gave way to a comforting silence, their breathing finally in sync.Â
Changbin shifted slightly, resting his head on Hyunjinâs shoulder, feeling a warmth he hadn't let himself seek for so long. Hyunjin wrapped an arm securely around him, his fingers idly tracing patterns along Changbin's back, a silent promise of reassurance. âHyungâŚalways come to me, yeah?â
âYou too, JinnieâŚwe can do this, together, okay?â Bin snuggled closer, and Jinnie sighed in happiness.Â
Hyunjin knew heâd always have his rockâhis hyung, both able to protect him physically and emotionally, having his âwifeâ by his side.Â
And in that quiet moment, wrapped in Hyunjinâs arms, Changbin finally felt seenânot just as an idol or a friend, but as someone worthy of love, just as he was.
