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The kitchen atmosphere was heavy of defeat. Yoongi sat at the island, staring blankly at a cup of ruined, salty coffee. Across from him, Namjoon was blindly squinting at his phone, his reading glasses still missing.
"He is such a menace and has been doing it for days," Jin said, slamming a spatula onto the counter. "He took my chef's knife. The good one! How am I supposed to chop onions?"
"At least you didn't get screamed at," Hoseok muttered. He was still vibrating from when Taehyung had popped out of the closet while Hoseok was stretching. "My heart is still beating in my throat."
Jimin burst into the kitchen, a pout on his lips. "He drunk my last strawberry milk. He looked me in the eye, swallowed it, and ran away laughing like a goblin."
"That's it," Namjoon said, standing up and immediately stubbing his toe on a chair because he couldn't see. "Ow! He has to be stopped. We need to do something."
Jin's eyes narrowed as a wicked grin spread across his face. "We should use our strongest weapon." The room went silent. Everyone looked toward the end of the hallway, where the faint sound of video game explosions echoed from behind a closed door. "The golden maknae," Hoseok whispered, a mix of awe and fear in his voice.
"He's the only one strong enough to put him in his place," Jimin agreed, his pout instantly melting into a smirk. "And Taehyung is terrifyingly ticklish. If Jungkook gets his hands on him, Taehyung is finished."
The five of them marched down the hallway. Jin knocked before opening the door. Jungkook was in his gaming chair, wearing an oversized black hoodie, aggressively clicking his mouse. He didn't even look up. "If this is about the dishes, it's not my turn."
"Jungkook," Jin started, “Your Taehyung hyung has crossed the line." Jungkook paused his game. He spun around in his chair, his eyes blinking in curiosity. "What did he do?"
"Salty coffee," Yoongi growled. "Stolen glasses," Namjoon squinted. "Stolen milk," Jimin whined. Jungkook's lips twitched. He tried to hide a laugh, but failed. "Sounds like a normal tuesday."
"He needs to be punished," Hoseok said, leaning in. "And we are granting you permission to destroy him. No rules. No mercy." Jungkook's eyes instantly lit up. He cracked his knuckles, a joyful grin spreading across his face.
"You mean... I can tickle him? As much as I want?" Jungkook asked, his voice dropping an octave. "Exactly," Jin confirmed. "We will lure him into the living room. The moment he enters, you pounce."
"I'll go for the sides," Jungkook planned instantly, his tactical mind kicking in, "If you help me restrict him, he's trapped."
"I'm in," Jimin cheered, rubbing his hands together. They were set to go. Namjoon said "Hoseok, go find him."
Hoseok found Taehyung lounging on the sofa in the playroom, looking thoroughly pleased with himself, chilling and humming a song. "Hey, Taehyung," Hoseok said, doing his absolute best to sound casual. "Jungkook is in the living room setting up the console. He said he wants to challenge you to a match in Overwatch. He claims you've been avoiding him."
Taehyung’s eyes narrowed playfully. "He said that? I'm not avoiding him. I was letting him live."
"Well, he said you're too scared to face him today," Hoseok lied smoothly, secretly cheering inside when he saw Taehyung take the bait. Taehyung scrambled off the couch, a competitive fire lit in his eyes. "Oh, it is on. He's going down."
He practically skipped down the hallway and burst into the living room. "Jungkook! Prepare to lose your title-" Taehyung stopped midsentence. The setup looked a bit strange. Jungkook was sitting right in the middle of the rug, the TV wasn't even turned on, and Jin, Namjoon, Yoongi, and Jimin were all casually scattered around the living room.
"Where's the controller?" Taehyung asked, his instincts finally kicking in. He took a half-step back. "Wait a minute..." "Right here, hyung," Jungkook said. Before Taehyung could sprint for the door, Jungkook launched himself forward. He tackled Taehyung around the waist, sending both of them crashing onto the living room rug.
"Hey! Get off!" Taehyung yelped, laughing in surprise as he tried to wriggle. "What are you doing? Let go!"
"No escape today, Tae," Jimin shouted, instantly diving in to grab Taehyung's ankles, pinning his legs to the floor so he couldn't kick his way free. "Namjoon, lock down the left arm! Jin hyung, get the right!" Yoongi shouted from his viewing spot on the armchair, Hoseok joining him.
Namjoon and Jin threw themselves next to him, effectively pinning Taehyung's wrists above his head. Taehyung was completely spread-eagled on the floor, totally helpless, looking up at Jungkook who was now hovering over his torso with a grin.
"You messed with the wrong hyungs," Jungkook teased, wiggling his fingers right above Taehyung's waist. "Jungkook, wait! Kookie, let's talk about this!" Taehyung pleaded, his chest already heaving with giggles as he tried to squirm away from those hovering hands. "I'll buy you banana milk! Ten boxes! A hundred boxes!"
"Too late for bribes," Jungkook chuckled. Jungkook did not hesitate. He buried his fingers straight into Taehyung's sides, scribbling fiercely. Taehyung instantly arched his back, a loud laugh bursting from his throat . "Ahaha! No! Jungkook, pleasahhahae!" He thrashed violently, but Jimin held his ankles in a secure grip while Namjoon and Jin kept his arms locked down.
"This is for my coffee," Yoongi cheered from the couch. Jungkook smirked, his fingers moving like lightning from Taehyung's sides up to his armpits. Taehyung's laughter turned into high-pitched, desperate squeals. His face flushed bright pink as tears of laughter pricked the corners of his eyes.
"Pleahhahaseehahha! I—ahaha! I'm sorry! Jin hyung, I'm sorry!" Taehyung gasped, completely breathless. "Not yet," Jungkook chuckled, sliding his hands down to press firmly into Taehyung's stomach.
Taehyung curled inward, his stomach muscles twitching under Jungkook's fingers. Every small poke and squeeze sent a fresh wave of uncontrollable laughter through his entire body.He was shaking so hard that Jin and Namjoon could barely hold his hands still.
"He's breaking!" Jimin laughed, leaning more on Taehyung's legs. Jungkook then squeezed Taehyung's hips, digging into the incredibly sensitive bone area. Taehyung let out a loud howl, his body arching, and he started to trash more to escape the tickling.
Jungkook stopped the merciless tickling on his hips and chuckled at the sight. He was now sliding his hands down to Taehyung's thighs. He will go crazy. Taehyung's eyes widened in panic. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to press his knees tightly together, but Jimin held his ankles firmly apart. Jungkook dug his fingers right into the sensitive inner thighs, squeezing and scribbling relentlessly.
"NO! Ahahaha! Not there! Kookie, stohahahahap!" Taehyung shrieked, his voice cracking as he thrashed frantically against the floor. His legs twitched and shook, completely helpless against Jungkook's grip. The laughter burst out of him, his entire face turning a darker shade of pink.
"Is he the most ticklish there?" Jin laughed, leaning in to watch. "Please! 'Il—ahaha-I'l!" Taehyung wailed, tears of laughter spilling down his cheeks as Jungkook gave one final tickle to his thighs. Finally, Jungkook pulled his hands away.
Taehyung collapsed into a giggling puddle on the rug, chest heaving as he gasped for air, completely defeated by the younger. Taehyung lay flat on his back, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he stared up at the living room ceiling.
"Alright, prankster," Jin said, releasing Taehyung's wrist. "Time to pay up. What do you have to say for yourself?"
Taehyung swallowed hard, a giggle escaping his lips as he looked around at his amused hyungs. "I'm... I'm sorry," he panted, his voice still a little breathless. "I'm sorry for the salty coffee, Yoongi hyung. And for hiding your glasses, Namjoon hyung. I won't steal your milk anymore, Jiminie. Sorry for scaring you Hobi hyung."
"And my chef's knife?" Jin prompted, raising an eyebrow. "'ll put it right back," Taehyung promised, raising his hands in defeat.
Jungkook offered Taehyung a hand, pulling him up into a sitting position. Taehyung wiped a tear of laughter from his eye, still smiling despite the absolute defeat. "Good," Namjoon said, his posture softening into a warm smile. "Now get over here, you menace."
Before Taehyung could react, Jimin threw his arms around Taehyung's shoulders, dragging him down into a tight hug. Hoseok and Jin piled on next, followed by Namjoon, who brought a complaining but secretly smiling Yoongi into the hug with them. Jungkook joined in last, wrapping his arms around the entire group.
Taehyung laughed softly, buried beneath the chaotic warmth of his members.
