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A/N: tw: description of self harm, mentions of depression, suicide mentions, just really heavy stuff (take care of you mental well-being everyone🩷) author is simply projecting onto the characters
Felix lay in bed staring as the light dimmed behind the curtains, the final rays of another day bleeding into night time. He didn’t even have the energy to care that he’d wasted yet another day, let it slip by empty and silent. So painfully quiet.
How many days had passed? He didn’t know. Every dawn met dusk too quickly for him to keep count, yet too slowly for him to ignore completely. It’d been ages since he saw another person’s face, or heard their voices.
He missed the members, how their chaotic, joyful energy breathed life into him. His chest ached as he wondered what they were up to. Was Channie still overworking himself? Did Minho still go on his runs? Was Changbin at the gym right now?
A sudden thought cut through his brooding. Did they notice how much of a ghost he’d been lately? Did they miss him the way he missed them?
His lips wobbled. No one had called, no one had texted him in days. Did they forget him? Did they not love him anymore?
Doubts consumed him and Felix crumpled under their weight, sobs filling the dark, confined space of his room. Pain washed over him, sharp jabs in his chest that had him gasping for breath.
Smack.
The first slap brought with it a sweet relief. He smiled through the tears, layering slap after slap until a metallic taste filled his mouth and his face smarted.
That’s what he deserved. He wasn’t worth the love and affection he received. He was pathetic, nothing, disgusting.
He should just kill himself. No one would miss an insignificant nobody like him. The world would be happy with him gone, his members would move on, his parents had two other children, no one would really miss him if he were gone.
Just as he was spiraling deeper, a ping sounded from his phone.
Felix stared at the device like an alien thing. Curiosity won out in the end and he reached for it.
A single text illuminated the screen. It was from their group chat.
Chan: Dinner’s on me tonight! Let’s meet at the convenience store by the company
Oh.
Did that include him too? Would they want him there?
Waves on anxiety crashed over him. Maybe he should just stay back. Say he was tired. They’ll probably have more fun if he wasn’t there to ruin things. Felix didn’t think he could handle messing up again.
A knock brought him back to his body.
“Felix? Can I come in?” Seungmin called and Felix scrambled to wipe at his face and fix his hair. He grimaced at the wet spots on his t-shirt, forgetting completely about his bruised, red cheeks.
“Come in Seung.”
Seungmin walked right in, heading straight to Felix’s wardrobe and began rifling through his clothes.
“Lix can I borrow your blue hoodie for the dinner tonight? All my hoodies are in the wash and—”
The younger’s face blanched when he turned to see the redness of his roommate’s cheeks in the dim light.
“What happened to your face?” He asked, softly, flipping the light on before gently tilting Felix’s face up to inspect it.
The skin was red and swollen, Felix’s lashes still wet with tears. Seungmin’s eyes scanned his entire body, searching for any more injuries.
He sat down on the bed and wordlessly pulled Felix into a tight hug. Felix froze for a moment before his walls came crashing down, everything he’d hastily bottled up when Seungmin had come knocking now broke free.
Sobs wracked his frame and his hands clutched onto Seungmin’s t-shirt tight as he clung to him. Seungmin just held him closer, hands smoothing comforting circles into Felix’s back.
He simply held Felix through it all, let him cry until it was all out of his system. It was only when Felix’s breathing evened out that Seungmin pulled away just enough to look at him.
“Did you do this to yourself, Yongbok-ah?” He asked quietly, carefully cupping Felix’s face.
Felix averted his eyes but nodded.
“Talk to me.” He urged, eyes filled with concern and something else Felix wasn’t ready to accept just yet.
It was quiet for a long moment. But Seungmin was patient. He let Felix take his time, opting to fetch two icepacks and some towels. He then wrapped the ice packs in the towels and held it onto the bruised skin.
Felix let out a soft sigh of relief at that.
“I… I was having some of those thoughts again. I feel like I’m not enough, like I’m a burden on you guys. Seungmin… be honest. Do you think the others hate me?”
Felix chanced a glance up at the younger, expecting frustration, disgust even. But he was met with an almost pained look.
“Lix-ah. All of us, all seven of us love you deeply. We don’t hate you, not even for a second. We can never hate you, baby. You’re our sweet, precious sunshine. Our favorite ball of energy. Nothing in the world could make us hate you.”
And Felix eyes burned again, his chest hurt and his lips began wobbling again. The sincerity of Seungmin’s expression and the weight of his words was everything he needed to hear.
A sharp sob ripped out of him, shoulders shaking as fresh tears spilled freely, tracing warm streaks down his cold cheeks.
Seungmin leaned his forehead against Felix’s with a smile.
“Lix-ah, please come to us next time. Please don’t bear it alone. Those voices are lying to you. You’re feelings can never be too much, will never be a burden to us. Promise me you won’t face it alone again.”
The words only brought fresh tears to Felix’s eyes. He nodded through his sobs, the sounds growing louder.
“I—hic—I promise. I’m sorry.”
“You have nothing to apologize for,” Seungmin comforted, abandoning the ice packs to wrap his arms around their sunshine.
The swelling on his face had gone down now and at Seungmin’s urging, he too his first shower in three days, cleaning the sweat off his skin and scrubbing those horrible thoughts from his mind.
The shower felt amazing, the floral scent of his shower gel curling around him soothingly. Afterwards, Seungmin dried his hair for him, chattering excitedly about everything and nothing as he did.
And when Felix gave him the hoodie he wanted, he actually jumped like an excited puppy. The sight made Felix giggle, the sound in turn making Seungmin giggle until they were a sweet, happy puddle on Felix’s freshly made bed (courtesy of Seungmin, the puppy had even cleaned his room while he took a shower).
So Felix supposed the other’s worried looks were warranted when they finally saw the state of his face. Chan had nearly fainted on the spot.
They basically smothered him with love all evening, Minho taking it upon himself to feed Felix like he was a baby bird. Hyunjin and Jisung sat on either side, wiping any sauce that got on his lips or face.
Jeongin literally clung to his back the whole walk back to the happy house. Naturally, something of this nature meant everyone would be sleeping in a makeshift pillow fort in the living room.
They put on some music, gathering with Felix in the center, saturated in their love.
Until… a surprised squeak cut through the calming atmosphere.
Changbin had been playfully wrestling with Felix when he’d reached to pin his waist down, accidentally squeezing the flesh in the struggle.
When the silence stretched on, he repeated the motion and Felix gasped, squirming. His ears were beginning to pinken, making his freckles stand out beautifully.
“Is our pretty princess feeling a little sensitive, Lixie?” Jisung cooed in his ear, somehow having teleported to his side.
Felix shook his head, eyes wide but a smile of anticipation already forming on his lips.
“Really? So you wouldn’t mind if I did… this?” Han’s hand reached over his chest, fingers curling at his ribs and Felix had to press his lips together to hide the giggle that threatened to form.
Jisung’s grin was sharper than a shark who had found blood.
“Perfect! Then we can keep cuddling while I… exercise my fingers.” He smirked, using both hands now to dig into Felix’s ribs and the poor boy arched his back, muffled giggles slipping out.
The others watched fondly as Changbin held Felix’s hands captive while Han gently tickled their sweet rapper.
“What about here Lix-ah? You aren’t sensitive here either, right?” He mused, moving lower to swirl his fingers over Felix’s abs, nails gliding oh so perfectly over the hard muscle as it spasmed.
“Jihihihisuhuhung nohohoho,” Felix giggled hysterically when Han dipped his pinky in his navel.
“Oh? What’s this? Do you find me amusing Lix-ah?” Han laughed with him, hands migrating to the sides of the blonde’s chest.
Felix jolted at the action, hands tugging uselessly against Changbin’s hold. He squirmed, surrounded by soft blankets and affectionate looks.
“He’s not sensitive on his neck. You should test that out next Jisungie,” Minho called from Felix’s left and he couldn’t help the flustered whine he let out.
“Hyuhuhung nohohoho, dohohon’t spihill my sehecrets!”
But Han’s hands were flying up, scritch scratching over the sides of his neck and curling under his chin in motions that Felix thought were unfairly effective.
More laughter bubbled out of his lips as he shrugged his shoulders to stop the attack. Not that he wanted any of this to stop, but he had a reputation to uphold.
He melted under the sensations, eyes crinkling at the corners, lips stretched in a beaming smile.
“Promise us you won’t hurt yourself again Lix-ah,” Jisung murmured softly against his temple before pressing a tender kiss to the spot.
“Ihihi wohon’t, Ihihi pohomise. Ihihim sohorry for worryhying youhuhu guhuys.” He promised between non stop laughter.
“Nope, don’t apologize for that. Worry us. Bother us, burden us but please don’t hurt yourself.” Han ceased the tickling, cradling Felix close.
That was the cue, everyone gravitated to them like magnets, wrapping the boy in the center with blankets and hugs until his eyes slipped shut and his breaths evened out.
One by one they all drifted off, warm and comforted knowing their sunshine was safe in their arms.
sorry if this is crap, i've not been in the best place mentally and i'm struggling to write😔
Hyunjin notices it by accident. At first, it’s just a small thing. Lee Know brushing past him in the practice room, sleeve riding up slightly…and there it was.
Faint, pale lines along his wrist. Not scars, not anything serious—just traces. Like someone had been holding him there. Recently.
Hyunjin tilts his head. “What’s this?”
Minho immediately tugs his sleeve down. Too fast. “Nothing.”
That’s the second thing Hyunjin notices.
Minho doesn’t hide things. He dares people to look. So the fact that he’s suddenly avoiding eye contact? Suspicious.
Minho scoffs, trying to move past him. “You’re dramatic.”
Hyunjin catches his wrist again—gentler this time, but deliberate. His thumb brushes over the faint marks, and Minho flinches.
Hyunjin’s eyes slowly light up. “Wait…”
Minho immediately pulls his hand back. “Drop it.”
“No, no, hold on—” Hyunjin grins now, something playful and dangerous sparking in his expression. “That’s not from grabbing.”
Minho turns away, busying himself with literally nothing. “You’re imagining things.”
Hyunjin circles him like he’s solving a mystery. “You hate being grabbed. You’d have complained.”
“I am complaining. You’re annoying.”
Hyunjin ignores that completely. “So if it’s not that…” He leans in slightly. “What made you react like that?”
Minho freezes a bit. Hyunjin’s grin stretches in glee. “Someone tickled you.”
Minho lets out a strangled noise. “Hwang, so help me, if you don’t want tissues in your diet—”
Hyunjin is delighted. “You—Lee Minho—got tickled hard enough to leave marks? So who was it? Channie hyung, Seungmin, maybe even Changbin hyung?”
Minho shoves him lightly. “Stop talking.” But it’s too late. Hyunjin is already moving. Fast.
Minho barely has time to react before Hyunjin grabs his wrist again—this time more firmly—and traces his fingers right over the same spot.
Minho jerks. Clamps his lips together. A sharp inhale—almost a yelp—slips out before he can stop it.
Hyunjin gasps in delight. “Oh my gosh, you’re kidding!”
Minho couldn’t take the tracing. Bubbly giggles burst from his lips, his other hand scrambling to wrench Hyunjin’s off. “Stohohop!! You bahahahastard!!”
Minho glares, but it’s already ruined by the way he’s biting back a squeak. “Hyunjin, don’t—” Hyunjin absolutely does.
His other hand joins in, fingers dancing lightly along Minho’s wrist, then just barely up his forearm—and Minho snorts.
Actually snorts, head ducking as laughter spills out in quick, startled bursts. “Nohohoho!!”
“Hyuhuhunjin!!” Minho’s voice cracks into helpless giggles, knees bending slightly as he tries to twist away. “I swehehear—!”
“You what?” Hyunjin teases, moving closer again. “You can’t even finish your own sentence.”
Minho glares at him through laughter, cheeks flushed, eyes squeezed shut for a second as another soft scribble hits the exact same spot.
“Youhuhu—!!” he chokes, free hand coming up to cover his face on instinct.
Hyunjin notices that immediately.
And gently catches that wrist too. Minho’s eyes snap open. “Hyunjin—”
“Nope,” Hyunjin says firmly. “No hiding.”
Minho opens his mouth to protest and immediately dissolves into giggles again when Hyunjin traces the same sensitive spots in slow, deliberate patterns.
“I cahahahan’t!!” Minho chokes out, face scrunched up cutely. Like a little overripe tomato.
Hyunjin smiles. And this time, when he lets go, it’s gentle.
The tables turn immediately. “Hyung,” Hyunji warns as he catches the mischief in Minho’s eyes.
Minho takes one step forward. Hyunjin takes one step back. Another step forward. Another step back.
Until Hyunjin’s back meets the mirrored wall with a soft tap. Oops.
“…Hyung,” Hyunjin says again, but it comes out weaker this time. “I was joking.”
“Mm.” Minho steps closer, slow enough that Hyunjin has time to regret every decision he’s made in life. “So was I.”
Minho catches one shielding wrist. Then the next. And Hyunjin was pinned to the practice room mirror.
Minho immediately traces along Hyunjin’s toned side, cooing as Hyunjin basically folds in seconds, giggling helplessly.
Tracing lightly over Hyunjin’s belly, circling, skimming, barely pressing—but always finding it.
Minho leans in slightly. “You started this.”
“I dihihidn’t!” Hyunjin squeaks, voice breaking when Minho drags a slow line right under his ribs. “That’s nohot fair!”
Minho hums. He had no intention of stopping anytime soon.
“What’s wrong, Jinnie?” He teased. “Can’t handle some tracing?”
“Thahats ironic!!” Hyunjin knows he’s digging his own grave. “Youhuhu were the ohone gihihiggling up a stohohorm earlier!!”
Minho raises his eyebrows. “Oh? Getting cocky now, are we?” He shifts to dig slightly into Hyunjin’s hips, watching with amusement as Hyunjin nearly buckled, the air filling with the sound of his sweet laughter.
“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.
AN: welcome to pt 1 of Movie Nights!! Hehe enjoy divas >:] (this one was a lil shorter mb yall)
Switch!Chanlix
WC: 752
⚠️ This is a tickle fic; dont like, dont read! ⚠️
Enjoy :>
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Among others, the word that could be used in description of the chick curled up against him was none other than "adorable". Eyes fixed on the glowing screen, breathing steady, blonde hair frizzy from the blanket and hoodie he was squished between, Felix seemed perfectly content as he lay there with Chan.
It was a perfect way to end a long day- they'd been recording all day, and when Chan suggested the two have a movie night, Felix was all for it. As soon as they'd gotten to the dorm, the two immediately started preparing- they agreed to use Chan's room, since he had a better TV setup, and with more apps (not to mention his bed was bigger too, so they'd be less cramped). Once Felix had arrived to Chan's room, he had thrown on the first movie he'd found, closed the door, and they'd settled in.
Now Felix's hand was making lazy patterns across Chan's belly under his hoodie, the chick paying no attention to his movements as he focused on the movie. Chan, however, was struggling to keep a straight face- Felix's fingers felt torturous as they traced across the bare skin of his stomach, even softly doing so. He'd been trying not to laugh for the past 5 minutes, and fortunately Felix hadn't noticed yet; Chan didn't know how much longer he wouldn't, though.
When a finger slipped into his bellybutton, Chan couldn't hold back his giggles anymore, and they came tumbling out in sweet noises as he let his head fall backwards onto the headrest. "Lihihix! Stop dohoing that!" He tried, Felix only looking up at his giggling hyung and grinning evilly. "Just so you know, I knew the whole time- I was wondering how long you'd last." The chick said, quickly pinning the wolf to the bed, sitting on his thighs and attacking his ribs, sliding the hoodie up further as he dug in. "AhAHhah! Fehelix! GeHet off mehe!" Felix hummed, bringing a hand down to Chan's belly and spidering around, his other hand opting to squeeze up and down the wolf's sides. "Hmm...no dice. I think I"ll stay rightt here-" Chan tried curling in on himself, bubbly laughter still pouring out of him, but with the chick sitting on his legs, he couldn't really go anywhere- he wouldn't let Felix win that easily though. Mustering his remaining strength, he grabbed Lix's wrists and flipped him, reversing the roles faster than the chick could react.
Letting out a startled yelp, Felix suddenly found himself underneath his grinning hyung, starting to panic as he realized it was his turn now. Chan brought a hand up to Lixxie's neck, fluttering fingers there and watching as the chick adorably scrunched his shoulders up to block them. "Aww, look how cute you are Lixxie- you and your ticklish little neck!" Chan cooed, loving how flushed the younger's face got from the comment. "Chahan! StahAhAp teheasing meHe!" Felix managed to say, words riddled with cute laughter. "Aw, can you not handle the teases? Huh baby?" The wolf said, bringing a hand to the chick's hip and massaging a thumb into the spot. "NAHA- ChaHAn-hyUHung! Nahat thEHehre!" Felix squeaked, laughter rising and falling in pitch as Chan continued his attack on both spots.
"Shhh- Lixie, you're so loud; you might wake somebody up! Or are you just too ticklish to take it?" He teased, watching his Aussie twin scrunch up his nose, eyes shut as he let out laughter Chan hadn't heard in some time. "Thehen stahap tihickling mehe! ChahaHAHANNIE!" The chick squealed as the wolf pushed up his shirt, leaning down quickly and blowing a long raspberry on his tummy before letting him go. Taking in deep breaths, Felix lay there for a second on the bed; then, raising a hand, he pointed a finger at his hyung accusingly. "Yohou...suck."
Chan chuckled, swatting the chick's hand away as he reached for the blonde, pulling him back over to him; taking the fallen blanket from the floor, he wrapped it back around them as he held Felix in a warm hug. "You love me- admit it. Also you started it-" Chan added, earning a soft punch to the arm from the younger. "I do love you, but you make it hard to tolerate you sometimes- regardless, you're still my favorite Aussie." Lix teased, chuckling as Chan raised an eyebrow at him. "Im the only other Aussie in the group, mate-" Felix laughed, settling back against his hyung. "I know."
It started as a harmless bet—some dumb game, too much confidence on Minho’s side, Changbin’s quiet, knowing smirk on the other. And then Minho lost. Not by much, which somehow made it worse.
“Alright,” Changbin clapped his hands once, satisfied. “You know the deal.”
Minho rolled his eyes, trying to play it cool even as he shifted back a step. “Yeah, yeah. Ten seconds, right? Don’t drag it out.”
Changbin tilted his head, considering him.
Minho squeezed his eyes shut, instinctively trying to curl in, but Changbin kept him from fully hiding. Just enough that he couldn’t escape the attention, couldn’t disappear from it.
It made everything worse.
Or better, depending on who you asked.
Minho’s words cut off in a sharp inhale as Changbin shifted them both down onto the couch, quick and controlled.
One second Minho was standing, the next he was half-sprawled, Changbin right there, bracing him in place.
It wasn’t rough—just solid. Inescapable in that calm, unfair way.
Minho tried to twist away again, but Changbin adjusted easily, one knee sliding between Minho’s legs to keep him from rolling off, one hand catching both of Minho’s wrists and guiding them up over his head in a single, annoyingly effortless motion.
“Yeah. Completely unnecessary. I’m not even—I’m not that—”
Changbin’s free hand dipped, fingers brushing lightly along Minho’s side.
Minho jerked.
“—tihihicklish,” He finished weakly, the word breaking apart the second it left his mouth.
“Oh really??”
“Yehes!! Thahat was just a fluhuke!!” Minho denied, though he was beginning to squirm quite a bit.
Minho’s words dissolved into giggles when the tickling moved up his ribs, lighter now, more deliberate, making him squirm even harder.
“Relax, it’s barely been a few seconds.”
Minho shook his head rapidly, biting his lip in a desperate attempt to muffle the laughter bubbling out of him. It didn’t work. Nothing worked.
Changbin didn’t care. He just wanted to hear his hyung laugh. He just shifted slightly and found that spot just above Minho’s hips.
“NOHOHOHO!!” Minho’s laughter spiked, louder, more frantic, his whole body jerking as he tried to twist away, completely undone now. “NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!”
“Say it again,” Changbin said, amused.
“I LOHOHOST! I LOHOST!!”
“That’s right.”
“PlehehEHEHEASEE!! I CAHAHANT!”
“You’re doing fine.”
“Ihihihim nohohohohohot—” Minho choked, laughter catching in his throat, his head shaking as if that would somehow make it stop. “I’m lihihiterally GOHOHOHONNA DIHIHIHIE!!”
Minho’s world narrowed to the sensation, to the laughter he couldn’t control, to the way every pause made his stomach flip because he knew it wasn’t over—
—And then he gets an idea. A terrible one.
Minho sucked in a shaky breath, trying to force words through the laughter.
“Dohoho—” he broke off, giggling helplessly. “Dohohoouble!!”
Changbin paused. Just barely. And Minho seized it.
“DOHOHOUBLE OR NOHOHOTHING!!” He blurted, the words tumbling out in a breathless rush, laughter still clinging to every syllable.
Changbin went very still.
“Double or nothing?” He repeated slowly.
Minho nodded quickly, still trembling with leftover giggles, chest heaving.
“Yehehes!! If I win ihim free!!”
“And if you lose?”
Minho hesitated. That was the problem, wasn’t it? But he was already in too deep.
“Then you can keep gohoing…” he said, the last part wobbling.
Changbin hums. “Alright.”
—
Changbin’s fingers curled around his, firm, steady.
“Three,” Minho started, determination sharpening his voice. “Two, one—”
They pushed.
And Minho’s arm dropped. Not even slowly. Not even a struggle. It just folded.
“Wait!!” Minho choked, eyes widening as his hand hit the table with a soft thud.
Minho barely had time to react before he was grabbed again, pulled forward with a surprised yelp as Changbin dragged him right back onto the couch. “So you lost. Double or nothing. So now you get double tickle time.”
Minho screamed—a startled, breathless sound that broke immediately into uncontrollable laughter as the tickling hit him all over again, worse this time, because he was already sensitive, already worn down.
AN- oOoOoOoh pt 2 is heree and im back with teh longer ones YaAaAaAy
Ler! Chan
Lee! Felix
WC: 1,014
⚠️ This is a tickle fic! Don't like, dont read!⚠️
(TW: kinda rough?)
Enjoy:3
Head filled with the sound of clicking keys and the occasional soft scratching of a mechanical pencil, Chan had been sitting in his room at his desk for nearly the whole day- just trying to write some more lyrics, or some ideas atleast. However, when you have a blonde-haired Australian chick in your room complaining about losing a League game, that was pretty hard to do.
"They used Mrs. Fortune for their final attack, which doesn't make any sense, because why would you use her when you have Jinx? But honestly if they'd used Jinx I probably would've won so they should've used her anyway but it was still so stupid and I should've won-"
"Felix. Please."
Chan tried, desperately trying to send a message to the chick without being too rude. "Can you come back in...an hour? I just need some more time to write, then I promise you can talk about whatever you want. Ok?" Felix got up off of the bed, appearing behind Chan as he rested his head on top of his hyung's, draping his arms around the wolf's neck and broad shoulders. "But hyunggggg- no one else is here! Hyunjin and Binnie went to the gym together, Han and Lee Know are off doing old couple stuff probably, and I.N. and Seungmin are out at a library together. You're the only one left, so you're stuck with me now-" The chick complained, leaning heavily on the older, nearly making him fall onto his desk.
Chan sighed, dropping his pencil on the table and setting his head in his hands, propping his elbows up on the table. "Look, Lix, can you just-" His words were cut off by a sudden squeak, Felix having poked his exposed side now that his elbows were out of the way. "Can I just what? Hm?" The chick asked, masking mischief with innocence as he poked the other side, just below Chan's ribs, chuckling as the wolf squirmed sideways into his other hand, which only repeated the action. "Fehelix- I'm warning yohou! Stahap poking mehe so I can wohork!" He protested, squirming around in his desk chair in an attempt to escape Lix's annoying pokes. Suddenly pushing his chair out, he stood up to face the chick, whose face was now one of shock and fear. However, it also featured a giddy smile of anticipation.
Practically picking the blonde up, Chan carried Felix out of the room and tossed him onto the sofa, immediately pinning him to it by sitting on his legs and pulling his arms above his head. "Wahait Chan- why are wehe out here? Let's go bahack to your room and I'll stohop bugging you-" Felix pleaded, trying to compromise his situation; he was met with a shaking finger from the older, followed by teasing words. "Ah-ah, you had your chance.You were a little menace, even after I told you to stop- multiple times at that. So, this is what you get for messing with me!" Chan said, and without waiting any longer, he dug into the chick's ribs, placing a hand there and vibrating his finers into the spaces in-between the bones.
Felix let out a shriek of laughter as Chan attacked, head shaking and blonde hair going everywhere as he tried to squirm away from the fingers that only followed wherever he went. "Chahan! Nahat thehere! Plehehease!" He begged, trying to escape his hyung's hold as he squirmed. "Not here? Hmm..where else, then? Maybe your belly?" Chan teased, moving a hand down to the chick's tummy, beginning to scratch up and down in a rhythm that drove Felix up a damn wall. "NAHA- CHAHANNIE!" Lix shrieked, back arching off of the couch momentarily, which, unfortunately for him, only pushed his belly into Chan's tickling fingers more instead of away from them.
"Aw, even your tummy wants more tickles! Well, who am I to deny that? I mean, surely you do too, right Lix? Why else would you be squirming right into my hand, hmm?" The wolf teased, forming a claw and vibrating his hand into the center of the blonde's stomach, delighting in the way they younger's laughter rose in pitch as he laughed.
"CHAHA- CHAHAN HYUHUNG! NAHAT THEHERE EITHEHER!"
"Oh? Then where, chickie?"
Chan teased, letting go of Felix's wrists in favor of drilling his thumbs into the chick's hips, going underneath the fabric of his shirt for better access to the younger's incredibly ticklish torso. "NOHOWHEHEHERE!" Felix screeched, trying to buck the wolf off as he thrashed trying anything he could to make an attempt at evading the tickly fingers on his hips. "Well, I can't just do that- you've been far too annoying today, I think its only fair I return the favor." Chan teased, faking a stern tone while actively tickling the living shit out of Lix.
However, he could tell the chick was beginning to lose his fight. A light sweat was sprinkled across the blonde's forehead, causing his now-wild hair to stick to it in strands as he squirmed, eyes shut tight in ticklish mirth. Slowing his hands to gentle rubs, Chan carefully climbed off of the couch, picking the still-giggling chick up and carrying him back to his room. Placing Felix carefully on the bed, Chan went and got a glass of water for him. Bringing it back, he also grabbed a blanket on the way; once he got back to the room, he handed the glass to Felix, who began taking careful sips as his giggles died away.
"You alright?" Chan asked, settling next to Lix on the bed, draping the blanket over them from the knee down. Placing the glass on the bedside table, Felix answered his hyung's question. "Yea, I'm okay. I wonder how the others are doing- they've been gone for a bit." The chick said, glancing towards the door. Chan chuckled, turning the TV on and opening Netflix. "They're all doing their own things- but thats ok, because we can do our own thing too. Now, what movie do you want to watch today?"
Hyunjin who gets annoyed and frustrated whenever he’s in a lee mood. He’s new to this whole thing, and he’s not used to relying on other people for his needs. His shy, introverted self much preferring the self sufficient lifestyle that had served him his entire life.
And believe me, he already tried doing the job himself, with a feather and a rather lacking arsenal of techniques his ler had used the last time.
But it was all too unfamiliar, being on the other side of things and his touch only seemed to repel those satisfying tingles that he longed for. The drag of the tip of the feather only managing to elicit a weak shiver and send goosebumps racing across his skin.
His inability to reproduce these tantalizing sensations only served to drive Hyunjin mad. He felt tears pricking his eyes, lips wobbling. Hyunjin was only one tiny flaw away from sobbing.
And that only made them more frustrated. Though he weren't sure what exactly he was frustrated about.
Cue Chan, who's very well versed in lees and catches onto the real reason behind the Hyunjin's grumpy mood almost immediately. A slow smile makes its way onto his handsome face. Oh, this was simply delightful! He wanted to help his newly discovered member, ease their worries…and yet.
He was also curious. What would Hyunjin do about it? Chan hadn't known Hyunjin very long, so he had his reservations. They had only just debuted after all, and the only one Chan felt closest to yet was Felix. Though he was determined to get to know all his babies well soon.
Throughout the day, Chan noticed that Hyunjin was especially grumpy and curt towards him. And maybe that would’ve broken his heart a year ago. But with all his experience as a ler to his members, it only brings a smile to his face.
He had experience with another lee very similar to Hyunjin.
So Hyunjin's target was him? Did he hope he could annoy Chan into tickling him? It made Chan kick his feet in giddiness. He was brimming with excitement and endearment at how adorable Hyunjin looked right now.
So he pretended not to notice, treating Hyunjin with his usual cheery demeanor. That was, until all their schedules for the day were completed.
And Hyunjin looked on the verge of tears. Oh dear. He couldn't have his previous baby crying now, could he?
So as soon as they had changed, Chan grabbed Hyunjin's hand, dragging the protesting boy to the studio. He pinned Hyunjin to the couch easily, the younger blushing already and looking so adorably flustered.
For all his tough exterior, he sure was nothing but a shy mess underneath.
“Okay I just need to know if this is alright with you,” Chan said. “Did you want me to tickle you this whole time Hyunjin-ah?”
There was no teasing, just a genuine question. Because Chan didn’t want to do anything his member was uncomfortable with.
But poor Hyunjin couldn’t help feeling even more shy at the words. Had he really been so obvious? He really thought he’d been hiding it well.
Nonetheless, he really wanted this. He was done being self sufficient today. He’d let himself indulge… just for now.
“Yes. [I’m sorry for how I treated you all day hyung. You didn’t deserve that.] Can you tickle me? Please.” He confessed, feeling a little guilty for all the glares he’d shot at Chan when the older wasn’t looking.
Chan sighed then, a small smile blooming on his lips. Time to give Hyunjin exactly what he was asking for.
"You were so mean to me all day, Hyunjin-ah. It really hurt." Chan said with a pout. But the glint in his eyes told a very different story. "Did you really want me to tickle you that badly?"
Hyunjin whined, hiding his face with the cutest sweater paws and Chan thought his heart just exploded at the sight. Now he wished he’d tickled Hyunjin sooner.
"I know you tried doing it yourself, you know. I saw you, tracing that feather all over your cute belly." Chan murmured, words sweet and poisonous. Hyunjin gasped in shock and mortification. Why oh why had he not shut the bedroom door entirely?
"Did you wish it was me? You could've just asked me nicely, Jinnie. You know I can't say no to any of you. I wanted to burst into that room then and there and show you how a real expert does it."
As he spoke, Chan slipped one hand under Hyunjin’s hoodie, fingers tracing ever so lightly over the quivering expanse of Hyunjin’s belly.
The younger’s lips twitched as he fought back a smile, but the tracing wouldn’t let up, and soon he found himself giggling and squirming under Chan. Happiness bloomed in Hyunjin’s chest, a strange sense of accomplishment only sweetening the experience for me.
“Ihihihit tihihihickles! Ahahahahaha Chahahahannie!” Hyunjin’s cute sounds were music to Chan’s ears. He wanted to keep hearing it.
And Chan wasn’t done with his teases just yet either. Oh, no. He was only getting started.
Chan's smile was a treat and a promise all at once. "Twirl the tip of it riiight into your cute little giggle button here.” He wiggled his pinky gently into the spot and Hyunjin squealed, back arching before it came crashing down.
“And when you’re giggling and squirming in my arms… I would ditch that feather. And I'd get you just like this."
It took a moment for Hyunjin's poor brain to catch up to that. And by the time it did, Chan's hands had already shot down, thumbs digging into his v-line and driving him absolutely nuts.
A helpless scream ripped from his throat, hands tugging and pushing desperately at Chan’s own, trying to dislodge them from the spot that was getting to be unbearable.
Hyunjin's hair flew all over as he shook his head wildly, a maniacal smile on his face as he bucked and thrashed, doing anything he could to escape the very thing he'd been so desperately craving all day long.
But he knew Chan liked a challenge. He wouldn't just let up because Hyunjin was going crazy. Oh no, that reaction only had him trying harder to make Hyunjin literally ascend.
“Jinnie, what’s your favorite spot? Where do you want me to tickle you?” And Chan was so serious and non-teasing about it that it only embarrassed Hyunjin more. It felt like teasing.
“My sides.” He confessed, the admission both heavy and liberating to let out.
Chan grinned. “As your highness wishes then.”
He lifted up Hyunjin’s hoodie slowly, slowly, slowly, dragging out the action to amp up the anticipation. Once it was bunched around Hyunjin’s chest, Chan used the tips of his fingers trace the lightest shapes onto the sensitive skin.
It was obviously not Hyunjin’s worst spot, but it wasn’t bad either. This way, he could tickle Hyunjin for longer.
Chan started from the middle, spidering his way to Hyunjin’s sides, then crawling his fingers up and down. Teasing so much until Hyunjin groaned.
“Ugh juhuhust dohoho it alreahedy hyuhuhung! Stahahp teheheasing!”
“Oh? You want me to dive right in? As you wish, then.” His fingers grabbed onto Hyunjin’s sides, thumbs vibrating into his inner sides while his other four fingers wiggled at his outer sides.
And oh, the sounds it brought out from the lee was incredible. Soft snickers morphed into loud peals of laughter.
His shoes dug into the armrest of the couch, head thrown back and his body jerked and twisted. Chan didn’t let up, watching in undiluted delight at the way Hyunjin was practically melting in his arms.
“AHAHAHAHA FUHUHUCK HYUHUNG YOUHU’RE SOHOHO GOOD AT THIHIHIS!”
The words had Chan’s heart leaping with joy. He was more than pleased to know he was doing a good job.
“You’re doing so well Jinnie. Such a beautiful laugh baby. How long have you been hiding this from me?” He mused, changing tactics, raining pokes all over Hyunjin’s sides.
He giggled along with the younger, content just to be able to make one of his babies so happy.
“Buhuhut ihihisn’t thihis ahahall weird?” Hyunjin suddenly asked though his giggles, seeming to have reached some sort of breaking point to his emotions.
“I mean, doesn't it seem weird to you that I hate most physical contact except for this one particular thing? Like isn’t it discrimination or something?” Hyunjin asked, guilt gnawing at his insides. It didn't feel right that he'd deny everyone's affection all the time, just to turn back around and basically beg for this.
Maybe the members would hate him if they found out. He turned to Chan; eyes wild with anxiety.
“Please don't tell anyone.” He pleaded. And a small smirk formed on Chan's lips, the older interpreting this to be Hyunjin being shy at his love for tickles.
“Aww you don't have to worry Jinnie. All of us enjoy this. Even Minho, but don’t tell him I told you that. He’d have my head for it.” He reassured. But the worried crease on the younger's forehead didn't lessen as he had hoped.
“Hyung they'll hate me if they find out. They'll think I'm selfish and horrible and and— I don't know, they'll just hate me. I can’t take that.”
He was full on panicking now, the thought of the members he loved so much hating him felt like his heart was being ripped out.
“Hyunjin trust me, they love you. With all your quirks and boundaries. You're allowed to deny things that you aren’t comfortable with. We all want you to be comfortable and feel safe with us.”
Chan reached over and pulled the younger into a hug, tucking their face under his chin and rocking them side to side.
“You don't have to engage in skin ship if you don't want to. And you are allowed to like it when it comes to this one thing. If that's how you feel then that's all that matters. We love you baby and we respect you. We're not going to force affection onto you if you're not comfortable with that. Okay?”
He felt Hyunjin nodding into his neck, panicked breathing evening out slowly but steadily.
“Thank you for trusting me today. And remember, you can come to any of us whenever you have a mood. I know a few people who would love to make you giggle.” He teased gently, planting a soft kiss on the side of Hyunjin’s head.
“How about this? You can initiate whenever you want, okay? And we have lee moods too, so maybe you could help us too if you’d like.”
A silence followed, lasting a good few minutes before Hyunjin finally spoke up.
“Thank you hyung. For helping me today and for everything. I think… I would like to tickle you guys too. Especially you.”
A sudden boldness gripped Hyunjin then. “I’ve seen how flustered you get when Minho hyung pokes you. You’re so damn transparent Channie hyung. Your ears get all red and your voice pitches up. I want to be the cause of your happiness too.”
He tightened his arms around a now very shy Chan, basking in the warmth of their love.
Changbin trudged through the door, tired but satisfied from yet another successful workout.
Walking into the living room, he found Minho lounging on the couch like a cat, watching TV, too distracted to even notice him.
So he dropped his bag onto the hallway floor and face planted into the older's lap. Minho startled, complaints following almost immediately.
"Yah, get off of me! I just showered! Take your sweaty ass to the bathroom right now or so help me god—"
But a pleading sound from the younger cut him off. "Hyung pleaseee, just five minutes."
He whined, nuzzling hsi face even deeper into Minho's thighs.
The older sighed heavily, relenting when faced with the cutest puppy eyes he'd seen from Changbin.
So instead, he let his free hand wander over the younger's broad back, tracing random patterns over his workout t-shirt.
But as he did, he felt Changbin's muscles tense under the ministrations, trembling ever so slightly.
"Oh? What's this?" He mused, tracing turning into pokes as Changbin squirmed, determined not to move from his comfy spot.
"Don't tell me that's all it takes to tickle you Binnie? You're staring to remind me of Innie. So sensitive."
He teased, walking two fingers down Changbin's upper ribs to wiggle into the side of his chest.
At that, poor Binnie couldn't remain so still. He yelped, kicking his feet and starting to get up when Minho pressed him right back down to his lap.
"Hyuhuhung nahaha whahat are you dohohoing?!" He giggled, opting to bury his face into the couch to muffle his laughter.
"It's not my fault you're so ticklish. I wasn't even trying to tickle you and yet here you are, giggling like a baby." Minho cooed, only adding to the younger's embarrassment.
"Ihihim nohot the only one whohoho's tihihicklish."
And before Minho could even think about what he said, Changbin's hands found his thighs, squeezing the soft flesh like his life depended on it.
And poor Minho folded over with a bark of laughter, bucking and kicking as he tried to dislodge the younger's hands.
"Not so tought now, are you hyung?" Changbin smirked up at him.
Only to end up cackling when Minho retaliated, stuffing his hands into the younger's sides and kneading into the spot.
"Stahahap! Shihit ihihit's sohoho bahahAHAHAD!!" Minho squealed, eyes shut tight against the onslaught of sensations.
Yet his own fingers remained fixated on Changbin's sides, never once letting up.
"Youhuhu knohow how tohoho gehehet me to stohop!" Changbin retorted though his giggles, now vibrating his fingers into Minho's hips
The duo kept at it, each trying to get one over the other while never letting up their upper hand.
It was... a mess. Pillows were scattered on the floor, the carpet bunching under Minho's feet, one of which was missing a slipper.
And yet it was a beautiful sight indeed, sweet laughter filling the room as each of them tried to flip the dynamic.
That was... until Changbin suddenly stood up, and quick as lightening, pinned a struggling Minho's hands under his butt.
He smirked down at the older, looming over him with wiggling fingers like the tickle monster he was planning on being.
"Ready for payback hyung?" He asked with a syrupy sweet voice.
"What pahayback? Youhu tihickled me juhust as muhuch as I did you!" Minho griped.
But that was okay. His hyung was about to be in a very good mood for a while.
Changbin didn't waste anymore time. He lifted Minho's shirt upto his chest, tracing over the scar on his stomach, letting the anticipation bubble.
Then he struck. Ten fingers clawed at the Minho's belly, dragging loud shrieks of protest from the lee.
"Ahahahaha nohohoho nohohot myhyhy tuhuhummy!"
His pleas threaded with frantic laughter, hair tousled beyond saving and a pretty pink blush lighting up his face.
He looked downright adorable. The thought only spurred Changbin to quicken his motions, poor Minho's laughter growing deep and throaty.
"You're so cute like this hyung-ah. Maybe we should always keep you giggling like this." He huffed, unable to contain his cuteness aggression.
"Shuhuhut uhuhup! Lihihike youhuhure nohohot eheheven more...sensitive than ihihi am!"
Changbin slowly worked his fingers up Minho's ribs, noticing that the higher he went, the more desperate Minho seems to grow.
His struggles growing whole his laughter bordered on hysterics.
"Give up hyung. I'm stronger than you. You can't escape." Changbin told him when Minho tugged at his pinned arms.
"Does it tickle more here? Are your armpits your worst spot hyung?" He asked curiously, finally moving his fingers to the spot.
"Ahhahahah nohohot there! Chahangbin plehease nohohot thehehehere!" Minho begged, throwing his head back with hysterical laughter.
"Wow I didn't know you were this ticklish Minho hyung. I'd have gotten you much sooner." Changbin crooned, using two fingers to vibrate into the sensitive hollows.
And poor Minho absolutely lost it.
He bucked and twisted, legs kicking helplessly as his hicuppy laughter melted into wheezes and his brain turned to mush.
He couldn't even firm words, mounting frantic pleas at the younger as his body succumbed to the tingly sensations taking over.
Changbin couldn't help but laugh along, simultaneously amused and endeared by the sheer volume of reactions he tickled out of Minho.
He let the older lose his mind and dissolve into a puddle of goo under his fingers for a few more minutes before he let up.
Minho looked ruffled. Like he'd been caught in a tornado. His hair was sticking up in random spots, clothes askew and breathing ragged.
A deep crimson blush adorned his cheeks, eyes teary from laughing so hard.
"Such a mess for me hyung." Binnie chided, fixing him up and feeding him some water and a cup of pudding.
Minho glared at him for just a second, losing his anger born from embarrassment when he saw the pudding.
The duo cuddled, after Changbin had also had a shower, they sat cozied up to watch tv.
Especially when Minho stayed on the spot, trying all manner of techniques he had at his disposal.
"I'd be surprised if it didn't hyungie, when I'm trying so hard to make a complete mess of you."
"Shuhuhut uhuhup. Dohohon't sahahay things like thahahat!"
"You're talking a little too clearly hyung. Let's fix that." Minho mused, fingers crawling under Chan's frame to scratch harshly at his back ribs.
Oh and poor Chan didn't stand a chance against the onslaught of sensations.
"Aahahahaha nohohoho! Ohoho myhyhy gahahahd!!
He threw his head back, feet slipping and sliding down the smooth bedsheets as he laughed.
The sound had Minho grinning triumphantly, switching from scratching to vibrating into the crevices between Chan's ribs.
"Wahahait, Minho oh hahahaha plehehease nohot thehere!!" He shrieked with laughter suddenly.
It drew Minho's attention to the spot he was currently attacking. And with a wicked grin, he went ham on the spot, thoroughly enjoying the happy laughter flowing out of Chan's mouth.
"Why not hyungie? Does it tickle that bad? Are you losing your mind?" He cooed, pausing momentarily t move Chan's tank top upto his lower ribs.
Then he lowered his lips, smirking at the way Chan watching him with bated breath.
"Plehease Minho, you know I cahan't take it there." He begged, knowing it was futile.
Chan shivered when the younger's lips met his skin.
But he didn't have long to dwell in the anticipation, because Minho drew in a good long breath before blowing loudly onto the bare skin.
"Shihihit nohohot thahahat! Plehease anything but rahahaspberries!!"
Chan barked out a laugh, spiralling into uncontrollable cackles when Minho blew one raspberry after the next.
And that was until the younger's fingers found their place once more on Chan's back ribs and that was the moment the oldest really cracked.
"Ohoho gohohod youhuhure kihihihling mehehe!"
The maddening array of sensations on two different spots had Chan shaking his head, words rendered utterly incoherent.
"You still have enough breath on you to chatter. I'm obviously not tickling you enough." Minho told him.
Chan was scream laughing now, body jolting and jerking under the electric sensations sending sparks racing up his spine.
His pleas echoed through the room before suddenly cutting out, silent laughter shaking his wide frame.
Then Minho abandoned the raspberries in favour of planting soft, ticklish kisses all over his abdomen.
And his hands slipped down, down, down to vibrate into his v-line, and Chan wasn't so sure he was going to survive this endeavour.
His feet kicked the bed as he tried to push himself away, twisting his torso in a futile attempt to escape the torrent of tickles following him everywhere he went.
"That's it hyung. You're so adorable like this, without a thought in your head." He smiled fondly at the eldest.
Laughter really suited him, when his worries and burdens melted away under the silliest ministrations imaginable.
Minho continued like that for a few long moments, simply enjoying the way Chan's laughter oscillated between silent wheezes and loud hysterics.
Tears welled up in the leader's eyes, tipping over and down rosy cheeks and past his wide toothy smile.
Eventually though, he let up, noticing that Chan really had his fill for the day.
Chan's breath was ragged as Minho rubbed the pink spots on the older's skin before gently removing the restraints.
He handed the older a bottle of water and some tissue to wipe his tears.
Minho had enjoyed this tremendously, and looking at Chan's flushed face and shy smile, he had too.
"Did you have fun hyungie?" He asked, reaching out to wipe a stray tear from the corner of Chan's eye.
Chan nodded bashfully. "Yeah. It was really fun. Did you receive all your stress?"
"Mhm," Minho nodded too and the two giggled together, ending up cuddling all afternoon.
They did deserve a break, after all, even for a little while.
Especially when Minho stayed on the spot, trying all manner of techniques he had at his disposal.
"I'd be surprised if it didn't hyungie, when I'm trying so hard to make a complete mess of you."
"Shuhuhut uhuhup. Dohohon't sahahay things like thahahat!"
"You're talking a little too clearly hyung. Let's fix that." Minho mused, fingers crawling under Chan's frame to scratch harshly at his back ribs.
Oh and poor Chan didn't stand a chance against the onslaught of sensations.
"Aahahahaha nohohoho! Ohoho myhyhy gahahahd!!
He threw his head back, feet slipping and sliding down the smooth bedsheets as he laughed.
The sound had Minho grinning triumphantly, switching from scratching to vibrating into the crevices between Chan's ribs.
"Wahahait, Minho oh hahahaha plehehease nohot thehere!!" He shrieked with laughter suddenly.
It drew Minho's attention to the spot he was currently attacking. And with a wicked grin, he went ham on the spot, thoroughly enjoying the happy laughter flowing out of Chan's mouth.
"Why not hyungie? Does it tickle that bad? Are you losing your mind?" He cooed, pausing momentarily t move Chan's tank top upto his lower ribs.
Then he lowered his lips, smirking at the way Chan watching him with bated breath.
"Plehease Minho, you know I cahan't take it there." He begged, knowing it was futile.
Chan shivered when the younger's lips met his skin.
But he didn't have long to dwell in the anticipation, because Minho drew in a good long breath before blowing loudly onto the bare skin.
"Shihihit nohohot thahahat! Plehease anything but rahahaspberries!!"
Chan barked out a laugh, spiralling into uncontrollable cackles when Minho blew one raspberry after the next.
And that was until the younger's fingers found their place once more on Chan's back ribs and that was the moment the oldest really cracked.
"Ohoho gohohod youhuhure kihihihling mehehe!"
The maddening array of sensations on two different spots had Chan shaking his head, words rendered utterly incoherent.
"You still have enough breath on you to chatter. I'm obviously not tickling you enough." Minho told him.
Chan was scream laughing now, body jolting and jerking under the electric sensations sending sparks racing up his spine.
His pleas echoed through the room before suddenly cutting out, silent laughter shaking his wide frame.
Then Minho abandoned the raspberries in favour of planting soft, ticklish kisses all over his abdomen.
And his hands slipped down, down, down to vibrate into his v-line, and Chan wasn't so sure he was going to survive this endeavour.
His feet kicked the bed as he tried to push himself away, twisting his torso in a futile attempt to escape the torrent of tickles following him everywhere he went.
"That's it hyung. You're so adorable like this, without a thought in your head." He smiled fondly at the eldest.
Laughter really suited him, when his worries and burdens melted away under the silliest ministrations imaginable.
Minho continued like that for a few long moments, simply enjoying the way Chan's laughter oscillated between silent wheezes and loud hysterics.
Tears welled up in the leader's eyes, tipping over and down rosy cheeks and past his wide toothy smile.
Eventually though, he let up, noticing that Chan really had his fill for the day.
Chan's breath was ragged as Minho rubbed the pink spots on the older's skin before gently removing the restraints.
He handed the older a bottle of water and some tissue to wipe his tears.
Minho had enjoyed this tremendously, and looking at Chan's flushed face and shy smile, he had too.
"Did you have fun hyungie?" He asked, reaching out to wipe a stray tear from the corner of Chan's eye.
Chan nodded bashfully. "Yeah. It was really fun. Did you receive all your stress?"
"Mhm," Minho nodded too and the two giggled together, ending up cuddling all afternoon.
They did deserve a break, after all, even for a little while.
Especially when Minho stayed on the spot, trying all manner of techniques he had at his disposal.
"I'd be surprised if it didn't hyungie, when I'm trying so hard to make a complete mess of you."
"Shuhuhut uhuhup. Dohohon't sahahay things like thahahat!"
"You're talking a little too clearly hyung. Let's fix that." Minho mused, fingers crawling under Chan's frame to scratch harshly at his back ribs.
Oh and poor Chan didn't stand a chance against the onslaught of sensations.
"Aahahahaha nohohoho! Ohoho myhyhy gahahahd!!
He threw his head back, feet slipping and sliding down the smooth bedsheets as he laughed.
The sound had Minho grinning triumphantly, switching from scratching to vibrating into the crevices between Chan's ribs.
"Wahahait, Minho oh hahahaha plehehease nohot thehere!!" He shrieked with laughter suddenly.
It drew Minho's attention to the spot he was currently attacking. And with a wicked grin, he went ham on the spot, thoroughly enjoying the happy laughter flowing out of Chan's mouth.
"Why not hyungie? Does it tickle that bad? Are you losing your mind?" He cooed, pausing momentarily t move Chan's tank top upto his lower ribs.
Then he lowered his lips, smirking at the way Chan watching him with bated breath.
"Plehease Minho, you know I cahan't take it there." He begged, knowing it was futile.
Chan shivered when the younger's lips met his skin.
But he didn't have long to dwell in the anticipation, because Minho drew in a good long breath before blowing loudly onto the bare skin.
"Shihihit nohohot thahahat! Plehease anything but rahahaspberries!!"
Chan barked out a laugh, spiralling into uncontrollable cackles when Minho blew one raspberry after the next.
And that was until the younger's fingers found their place once more on Chan's back ribs and that was the moment the oldest really cracked.
"Ohoho gohohod youhuhure kihihihling mehehe!"
The maddening array of sensations on two different spots had Chan shaking his head, words rendered utterly incoherent.
"You still have enough breath on you to chatter. I'm obviously not tickling you enough." Minho told him.
Chan was scream laughing now, body jolting and jerking under the electric sensations sending sparks racing up his spine.
His pleas echoed through the room before suddenly cutting out, silent laughter shaking his wide frame.
Then Minho abandoned the raspberries in favour of planting soft, ticklish kisses all over his abdomen.
And his hands slipped down, down, down to vibrate into his v-line, and Chan wasn't so sure he was going to survive this endeavour.
His feet kicked the bed as he tried to push himself away, twisting his torso in a futile attempt to escape the torrent of tickles following him everywhere he went.
"That's it hyung. You're so adorable like this, without a thought in your head." He smiled fondly at the eldest.
Laughter really suited him, when his worries and burdens melted away under the silliest ministrations imaginable.
Minho continued like that for a few long moments, simply enjoying the way Chan's laughter oscillated between silent wheezes and loud hysterics.
Tears welled up in the leader's eyes, tipping over and down rosy cheeks and past his wide toothy smile.
Eventually though, he let up, noticing that Chan really had his fill for the day.
Chan's breath was ragged as Minho rubbed the pink spots on the older's skin before gently removing the restraints.
He handed the older a bottle of water and some tissue to wipe his tears.
Minho had enjoyed this tremendously, and looking at Chan's flushed face and shy smile, he had too.
"Did you have fun hyungie?" He asked, reaching out to wipe a stray tear from the corner of Chan's eye.
Chan nodded bashfully. "Yeah. It was really fun. Did you receive all your stress?"
"Mhm," Minho nodded too and the two giggled together, ending up cuddling all afternoon.
They did deserve a break, after all, even for a little while.
"Wanna try that again, Min?" Felix deep voice cut a clear path through the hysterical laughter coming out of Seungmin's mouth.
He had the puppy in a vice like grip, with his back against Felix, arms restrained by Minho and Felix's legs wrapped around his waist to keep him in place.
Felix vibrated his fingers into the inner part of Seungmin's ribs, laughing in amusement at the sheer variety of sounds he'd coaxed from the younger.
Seungmin really was much too ticklish to go mouthing off to everyone like he did.
He'd been ruthless the past half hour, mocking Felix at every turn, being especially ruthless when the blonde lost a game against one of the members or staff.
And Felix had warned him. Several times in fact, even going as far as to threaten to post the mountain of embarrassing pictures he had of his former roommate.
But no, Seungmin was too much of a brat to realize that that had been his final warning.
So here he was, pinned and being wrecked within an inch of his life.
A shriek ripped free of his lips when Felix moved his hands outwards, pressing his thumbs to both sides of Seungmin's back ribs and going to town.
"Tihi—tihihickle me ahahall youhuhu wahant ahahaha shihit! Ihihi wohon't apologise!!" He spat defiantly, even as his face grew redder, smile wider and struggles more desperate.
"Oh? So tough aren't you baby? But I can do this aaaall day," he lowered his voice, leaning to speak directly into Seungmin's ear. "But I don't think you're gonna last much longer."
Seungmin shook his head, leaning away. Even his damn breath tickled.
Even Minho gasped at that. He really was asking for it. But the most unsettling part was that Felix wasn't rising to the bait.
No, he had a serene smile playing on his lips and an unnaturally friendly look to his expression.
Seungmin's pulse jumped at the sudden calm. He wasn't gonna make it out of this alive, huh? The thought sparked a flurry of butterflies in his stomach, face burning at the line of thoughts.
He hid his face against his bicep, suddenly feeling too seen, too shy.
"Uh uh, face up puppy. I wanna see you when you finally accept defeat."
"...not gonna," he protested weakly, barking out a laugh and arching his back when Felix tickled down his spine.
"Nohoho, nohohot thehehere!" His whines did nothing to help his cause, only guiding Felix right to the best spots. "Youhuhu bohoth suhuck sohoho bahahad!!"
"Why? Does it tickle too much for our cute little puppy? What happened to never giving in, Seungmin-ah?"
Felix's voice was rich in mirth as he skillfully maneuvered his hands under Seungmin's stage outfit, grabbing onto his sides, kneading into it like there was no tommorow.
And poor Seungmin jumped, or tried to, dissolving into a fit of giggles as he burrowed his was into Felix's chest to escape, feet stomping between Minho's thighs.
Seungmin wasn't feeling that brave anymore. His face ached with the constant smile he had on, his belly sore from all the laughing.
Oh but his pride was still going strong. He knew that Felix knew he was only joking. That Felix was obviously the better gamer. He didn't want to admit that though.
"Wow, Seungminie, you've been keeping a lot of cute laughs hidden from me," Minho teased, pulling Seungmin's arms outwards when he tugged at them.
"Lehehe mehe goHOHOHO YOUHUHU AHASSHOLE!" He yelled between frantic giggles, every nerve in his body on fire from Felix's ministrations.
"You can't escape this puppy~ Just admit I'm the better gamer and you can go back to doing whatever you please." Felix cooed, hands slowing to a gentle rhythm as he skittered them over Seungmin's tummy.
"Nohohoho Fehehelix plehease nohot thehere!" He begged, as Felix's fingers zoned in on his navel, circling the button.
"Hm? I'm noy hearing an admission. Is your pride really that worth it, Seungminie?"
"Fuhuck ohohoff AHH NONONO!! SHIHIHIT PLEHEASE I CAHAHAHAHAN'T! AHAHAHA!"
Felix dipped a finger in, gently wiggling it. He was still giving Seungmin one final chance.
"I'm not a very patient man, Min. Are you going to tell me what I want to hear?" He asked, wiggling his index finger to really drive in the point.
Seungmin chocked at the sudden motion, writhing in their hold. But aside from a few sweet, bubbly giggles, there was silence.
Oh well.
The finger in his navel started wiggling, almost drilling in and poor Seungmin lost it.
He threw his head back, laughter loud enough to summon the rest of the members and some worried staff into the room.
"You know how to make this all stop," Lix reminded him, his free hand clawing at Seungmin's upper ribs.
The combination of tickling on both spots was maddening and Seungmin was seeing no way else out of this.
He held on for a minute... begging his body, 'one more second, just one more and he'll stop.
But Felix didn't stop, instead he sped up the tickling, really using the skills that years of gaming had given him. And Seungmin stood no chance against that.
Raising an eyebrow, Felix paused, hands still poised over the spots, ready to strike at a moment's notice.
Seungmin gasped for breath, head tipping forward in mortification when he realized just how many people his helpless shrieks and insane laughter had drawn.
"Youhu're better at gaming that me." He finally surrendered and Minho released his hands.
Felix gathered the puppy into his arms, guiding his face into his shoulder to shield him from the embarrassment.
"There there. You did so well puppy," he comforted, rubbing gentle circles into Seungmin's back.
The younger grumbled into his neck even as he melted into the hold, released, at long last, from his torment.
"Wanna try that again, Min?" Felix deep voice cut a clear path through the hysterical laughter coming out of Seungmin's mouth.
He had the puppy in a vice like grip, with his back against Felix, arms restrained by Minho and Felix's legs wrapped around his waist to keep him in place.
Felix vibrated his fingers into the inner part of Seungmin's ribs, laughing in amusement at the sheer variety of sounds he'd coaxed from the younger.
Seungmin really was much too ticklish to go mouthing off to everyone like he did.
He'd been ruthless the past half hour, mocking Felix at every turn, being especially ruthless when the blonde lost a game against one of the members or staff.
And Felix had warned him. Several times in fact, even going as far as to threaten to post the mountain of embarrassing pictures he had of his former roommate.
But no, Seungmin was too much of a brat to realize that that had been his final warning.
So here he was, pinned and being wrecked within an inch of his life.
A shriek ripped free of his lips when Felix moved his hands outwards, pressing his thumbs to both sides of Seungmin's back ribs and going to town.
"Tihi—tihihickle me ahahall youhuhu wahant ahahaha shihit! Ihihi wohon't apologise!!" He spat defiantly, even as his face grew redder, smile wider and struggles more desperate.
"Oh? So tough aren't you baby? But I can do this aaaall day," he lowered his voice, leaning to speak directly into Seungmin's ear. "But I don't think you're gonna last much longer."
Seungmin shook his head, leaning away. Even his damn breath tickled.
Even Minho gasped at that. He really was asking for it. But the most unsettling part was that Felix wasn't rising to the bait.
No, he had a serene smile playing on his lips and an unnaturally friendly look to his expression.
Seungmin's pulse jumped at the sudden calm. He wasn't gonna make it out of this alive, huh? The thought sparked a flurry of butterflies in his stomach, face burning at the line of thoughts.
He hid his face against his bicep, suddenly feeling too seen, too shy.
"Uh uh, face up puppy. I wanna see you when you finally accept defeat."
"...not gonna," he protested weakly, barking out a laugh and arching his back when Felix tickled down his spine.
"Nohoho, nohohot thehehere!" His whines did nothing to help his cause, only guiding Felix right to the best spots. "Youhuhu bohoth suhuck sohoho bahahad!!"
"Why? Does it tickle too much for our cute little puppy? What happened to never giving in, Seungmin-ah?"
Felix's voice was rich in mirth as he skillfully maneuvered his hands under Seungmin's stage outfit, grabbing onto his sides, kneading into it like there was no tommorow.
And poor Seungmin jumped, or tried to, dissolving into a fit of giggles as he burrowed his was into Felix's chest to escape, feet stomping between Minho's thighs.
Seungmin wasn't feeling that brave anymore. His face ached with the constant smile he had on, his belly sore from all the laughing.
Oh but his pride was still going strong. He knew that Felix knew he was only joking. That Felix was obviously the better gamer. He didn't want to admit that though.
"Wow, Seungminie, you've been keeping a lot of cute laughs hidden from me," Minho teased, pulling Seungmin's arms outwards when he tugged at them.
"Lehehe mehe goHOHOHO YOUHUHU AHASSHOLE!" He yelled between frantic giggles, every nerve in his body on fire from Felix's ministrations.
"You can't escape this puppy~ Just admit I'm the better gamer and you can go back to doing whatever you please." Felix cooed, hands slowing to a gentle rhythm as he skittered them over Seungmin's tummy.
"Nohohoho Fehehelix plehease nohot thehere!" He begged, as Felix's fingers zoned in on his navel, circling the button.
"Hm? I'm noy hearing an admission. Is your pride really that worth it, Seungminie?"
"Fuhuck ohohoff AHH NONONO!! SHIHIHIT PLEHEASE I CAHAHAHAHAN'T! AHAHAHA!"
Felix dipped a finger in, gently wiggling it. He was still giving Seungmin one final chance.
"I'm not a very patient man, Min. Are you going to tell me what I want to hear?" He asked, wiggling his index finger to really drive in the point.
Seungmin chocked at the sudden motion, writhing in their hold. But aside from a few sweet, bubbly giggles, there was silence.
Oh well.
The finger in his navel started wiggling, almost drilling in and poor Seungmin lost it.
He threw his head back, laughter loud enough to summon the rest of the members and some worried staff into the room.
"You know how to make this all stop," Lix reminded him, his free hand clawing at Seungmin's upper ribs.
The combination of tickling on both spots was maddening and Seungmin was seeing no way else out of this.
He held on for a minute... begging his body, 'one more second, just one more and he'll stop.
But Felix didn't stop, instead he sped up the tickling, really using the skills that years of gaming had given him. And Seungmin stood no chance against that.
Raising an eyebrow, Felix paused, hands still poised over the spots, ready to strike at a moment's notice.
Seungmin gasped for breath, head tipping forward in mortification when he realized just how many people his helpless shrieks and insane laughter had drawn.
"Youhu're better at gaming that me." He finally surrendered and Minho released his hands.
Felix gathered the puppy into his arms, guiding his face into his shoulder to shield him from the embarrassment.
"There there. You did so well puppy," he comforted, rubbing gentle circles into Seungmin's back.
The younger grumbled into his neck even as he melted into the hold, released, at long last, from his torment.
𝙖/𝙣: @sirloncelot-of-bananas happy birthday baby!!~ my girlfriend of one year 🥴 i love you so much and i hope you love this fic as much as i love you ~
Jeongin stared up at the sterile white ceiling of the medbay, the soft hum of the ship’s engines vibrating through the examination table like a constant, mocking reminder that they were still light-years from home.
The whole crew had gone to explore another planet. This planet was drab and boring. There was nothing new to explore or see. Nothing like…Earth.
Jeongin’s chest ached. Discovering Earth had been amazing. They had learned and seen so many new things, and had experienced sensations and feelings none other had the privilege to experience.
He was strapped down, as usual. Wrists locked in padded cuffs above his head, ankles secured at the bottom corners of the table, legs spread just enough to make him feel utterly exposed and helpless. The restraints weren’t even necessary for a real checkup, but Minho insisted on protocol every single time.
“Standard procedure for the undeveloped one,” Minho had said earlier, voice smooth and clinical, that tiny smirk playing at the corner of his mouth as he tightened the last strap. “Can’t have you squirming during vital scans, Innie.”
Jeongin hated every second of it. He was the youngest, the last of them whose powers still hadn’t manifested, and that meant monthly full-body evaluations. Minho, with his annoyingly perfect medical training from the academy, always volunteered. Or rather, demanded.
Minho moved around him like the picture of medical efficiency, scanner in one hand, stylus in the other. His lab coat was crisp, sleeves rolled up to show the lean muscle of his forearms. He poked at Jeongin's ribs with a gloved finger, once, twice, then again—firm, deliberate prods that made Jeongin twitch and bite his lip.
"Muscle response nominal," Minho murmured, as if dictating notes. "No unusual tension. Yet." Another prod, this one lingering just under Jeongin's lowest rib. "Hmm. Interesting."
Jeongin squirmed, cheeks already heating. "Hyung, that tickles. Can we just... get the scan over with?"
Minho's eyes flicked up, innocent as ever. "Tickles? This is a standard palpation technique, Jeongin-ah. For detecting latent power nodes. You know that. Hold still..." He pressed again, slower, wiggling the tip of his finger in tiny circles.
"Or are you saying your development is so delayed that even basic diagnostics are too much for you?"
Jeongin huffed, trying to twist away, but the cuffs held him firm. "I'm not—ah!—I'm trying!"
Five minutes. That's all it took for the pretense to crack.
Now Minho had the buzzing node pressed deep into the side of his ribcage, and Jeongin was vibrating with held in giggles. Minho watched with amusement.
Jeongin's heart rate spiked.
"Hyung—"
"Shh. Still documenting," Minho said, voice low and mock-serious. He placed both hands on Jeongin's exposed sides, thumbs resting just above his hips. "Subject exhibits heightened sensitivity in the lateral abdominal region. Recommend further... exploration."
He swung a leg over Jeongin’s hips and happily straddled him. The weight was warm, solid, impossible to buck off.
“A good thing I have the tools to explore…now.”
Fingers spidered up Jeongin's ribs in quick, fluttering strokes, clinical precision mixed with pure evil playfulness. Jeongin exploded into laughter instantly, body jerking hard against the restraints.
“Nohoohohohooo!! NOHOHO TIHIHICKLING!!” He wails.
Minho didn't even crack a smile at first. He kept his expression focused, like he was reading vitals on an invisible monitor. "Elevated heart rate. Good laughter response—indicates healthy lung capacity. Excellent."
His fingers danced higher, scribbling under Jeongin's arms where the skin was impossibly soft. "Though I must note, subject is attempting to evade protocol. Typical for undeveloped powers."
Jeongin thrashed, flopping like a fish on a line, his whole body convulsing in helpless giggles. The magnetic cuffs didn't give an inch. "Stohohohohoppp!! YOUHUHURE SO MEHEHEHEHEAN!!"
He felt his cheeks warming at Minho’s words. “Thihihis is tohohohorture!!”
“Scientific inquiry," Minho corrected smoothly. He shifted his weight, thighs squeezing tighter around Jeongin's to keep him from bucking too wildly.
One hand stayed at the ribs, the other trailed down to prod at his belly, dipping into the navel with a single, teasing finger. "See? Right here, the power nodes are clearly dormant. We need to stimulate them thoroughly."
The teases were worse than the tickling itself. Delivered in that calm, doctory voice. It was detached, almost bored, like Minho was genuinely filing a report…while his fingers wreaked absolute havoc. It made everything feel ten times more unbearable.
Jeongin screamed with laughter, head tossing side to side, tears already pricking at the corners of his eyes. The clawing at his tummy was unbearable.
“YOUHUHU BAHAHAHAHASTAAAHHAHA—” He shrieked. “GEHEHET OFF MY TUHUHUHUMMY!!”
“Dramatic as always," Minho hummed. He leaned forward, elbows braced on either side of Jeongin's torso now, fully committed. "Vitals stable. No signs of actual distress—unless you count this adorable squeaking."
His thumbs found the spot between Jeongin's ribs on the left side, that evil, hypersensitive hollow just below the armpit. He pressed in and vibrated them mercilessly, rapid little oscillations that sent shockwaves through Jeongin's entire nervous system.
Jeongin absolutely convulsed, grin stretching into the picture of delirium, the most adorable cackles exploding out of him.
“STAHAHAHAHAHAP!! NOT THEHEHEHERE, NOT THEHEHEHEHEHHERE!!”
“Oh? This spot?” Minho’s voice dripped with fake innocence. He zeroed in, thumbs drilling and vibrating mercilessly into the soft hollows between Jeongin’s ribs, right where it was worst. “Highly reactive. I’m detecting…squeals. Multiple frequencies. This must be a bad spot. Documenting for future reference.”
Jeongin’s back arched clean off the table as far as the restraints allowed, a high-pitched squeal ripping out of him that dissolved into frantic, wheezing laughter.
Cute," Minho said softly, almost under his breath, but the clinical mask stayed firmly in place. "Exceptional response in the intercostal zone. Vibratory stimulation appears highly effective for... encouraging development."
“ENCOHOHOURAGING DEHEHEHEVELOPMENT MY AAHAHAHAASS!!” Innie howled.
Minho didn't let up, thumbs buzzing deeper, switching between quick flutters and slow, grinding circles. "Hold still, Innie. This is for your own good. We can't have the maknae returning home without at least one power manifesting, can we?"
Jeongin was a mess—flailing as much as possible, legs kicking uselessly under Minho's weight, torso twisting and contracting in waves.
“Youhuhuhure so bahahhahahad at lyihihihing!! You juhuhuhust dihihihid this to TIHIHIHIHICKLE MEHEHHE!!”
Minho tilted his head, feigning surprise. "Lying? I'm a professional, Jeongin-ah. Everything here is documented." He dragged his nails lightly down the center of Jeongin's ribs, then back up, repeating the path over and over. "See? Standard ribcage mapping.”
Every time Jeongin thought he might catch a breath, Minho would lean in closer, breath warm against his ear.
"Still no powers manifesting? Shame. We'll have to extend the session. Maybe tomorrow too. And the day after. Purely medical reasons, of course."
Jeongin could only shake his head frantically, tears streaming, body limp and twitching between bursts of renewed struggle. “Youhuhu SUHUHUHUHUCK!!”
It had been a solid five minutes of pure torment. Minho remained perched comfortably on his thighs, knees locked tight like a vice, thumbs now buried deep into the soft flesh of Jeongin’s hips, digging in with perfect, relentless circles, vibrating and kneading right into the hypersensitive hollows where hip met waist.
Jeongin couldn’t even form words anymore. His mouth was stretched into a wide, helpless grin, teeth flashing, eyes screwed shut with tears streaming down his flushed cheeks.
Silent laughter shook his entire frame in violent, frustrated spasms. He bucked weakly under Minho’s weight, hips twitching and twisting in tiny, useless jerks against the straps, but the restraints and Minho’s pinning thighs kept him almost completely immobilized. His chest heaved, stomach muscles clenched so tight they hurt.
Meanwhile, Minho was hell-bent on being more of an asshole than he was already being.
“Excellent response in the iliac crest region. Very promising, Innie. I’m noting this as a primary weakness. We’ll need daily sessions to build tolerance, of course. Doctor’s orders.”
Then it happened.
Something inside him snapped—white-hot and sudden, like a dam breaking after years of pressure. A raw surge of power exploded outward from his core, uncontrolled and explosive.
Before Minho could even register the shift in Jeongin’s expression, an invisible force slammed into his chest like a wrecking ball.
Minho was hurled backward violently, flying off the table and across the medbay in a blur. He crashed hard into the far wall with a sickening thud and a pained grunt, the impact rattling the medical instruments on the nearby trays.
Min crumpled instantly to the floor, curling into a tight ball, both hands flying up to cradle his throbbing head. A low, pained groan escaped him as he rocked slightly, eyes squeezed shut against the spinning room.
Jeongin shrieked. “HYUNG!!” He bucked against the restraints instinctively, feeling panic rise when he realised he was still strapped down with magnetic cuffs.
He didn’t need to worry for long, though. The crash had echoed throughout the ship. The door burst open thirty seconds later.
“Minho-yah!” Chan shouted, voice tight with worry as he took in the scene at a glance: Minho crumpled on the floor, Jeongin still strapped spread-eagle to the examination table, face flushed and tear-streaked.
Chan crossed the room in three long strides and dropped to his knees beside Minho, gently scooping the younger man up into his arms.
Minho was dead weight, head lolling against Chan’s shoulder with a weak “ow…” as the movement jostled the growing bump on the back of his skull.
Jeongin’s breath hitched sharply from the table. His wide eyes were glassy, brimming with unshed tears that finally spilled over as he watched Chan carry Minho. His chest heaved with leftover adrenaline and guilt, wrists and ankles still firmly locked in the padded restraints.
He couldn’t move. Couldn’t even reach out. The silent laughter from earlier had left his throat raw, and now it felt like it was closing up with panic.
Chan carried Minho over to the plush armchair tucked in the far corner of the medbay—the one usually reserved for patients waiting for scans.
He lowered the doctor down gently, arranging him so his head rested against the soft back cushion. Minho stirred just enough to let out a tiny pained hiss, one hand weakly lifting toward the back of his head before dropping again.
Chan thumbed Minho’s bangs away from his face tenderly. Then turned to the medical table.
Jeongin was trembling now, tears slipping freely down his reddened cheeks. His body was still hypersensitive from the merciless tickling, every nerve buzzing, but the guilt sat heavier than anything else.
Chan reached the table and leaned over him immediately, both hands cupping Jeongin’s tear-stained face, thumbs gently wiping under his eyes.
“What happened, baby?” he asked softly, voice warm and steady like always, even with the clear concern etched between his brows.
His gaze flicked quickly over Jeongin’s restrained form, checking for any injuries, before locking back onto the maknae’s eyes. “Talk to me, Innie. Breathe.”
Jeongin sniffled, before words rushed out of his mouth in embarrassing speed.
“We were just doing a check up as usual and then Minho hyung was being mean and tickling me, and it was so bad hyung, I swear I was gonna die if he kept kneading my hips like that so something happened, I swear I don’t even know what it was but I somehow threw Minho hyung across the room and I’m so sorry I really didn’t mean to—”
The explanation poured out in one frantic stream, Jeongin’s voice pitching higher with every word, fresh tears spilling as he strained uselessly against the wrist cuffs.
Chan listened without interrupting, his hands staying gentle on Jeongin’s cheeks, grounding him. When the younger finally trailed off into shaky hiccupping breaths, Chan hummed softly, low and reassuring.
“That’s alright, Innie,” He said calmly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to Jeongin’s forehead. “I know you didn’t mean for it to happen. Your powers finally showed up, huh? That’s a big deal, baby. We’ll figure it out together, okay? No one’s mad at you. Least of all Minho.”
Jeongin let out a small, watery sob of relief, nodding as much as he could with Chan’s hands still cupping his face.
Chan straightened up, giving Jeongin’s shoulder a light, comforting squeeze. “I’m gonna go get an ice pack for his head. You stay right here…” He glanced meaningfully at the restraints still holding Jeongin spread out on the table. “…and try to breathe. I’ll be right back. Promise.”
Not even a minute later, Minho stirred in the armchair with a soft groan, eyelids fluttering open. He sat up slowly, one hand gingerly pressing against the back of his head where a decent-sized lump was already forming. The throbbing was sharp but bearable.
Nothing a painkiller and some rest wouldn’t fix. He blinked a few times, vision clearing, and immediately zeroed in on Jeongin still helplessly strapped to the examination table.
Jeongin was shaking. Just a little, but visibly—small tremors running through his arms and legs from the adrenaline crash, leftover ticklish sensitivity, and pure guilt. His eyes were wide and watery, cheeks still flushed pink from earlier.
Minho’s lips curved into a slow, mischievous smile despite the ache in his skull. He pushed himself up from the chair, swaying for only half a second before steadying himself.
“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked, voice light and teasing as he walked over to the table. “Look, hyung’s alright. See? Still in one piece. Just a little bump. Nothing a tough guy like me can’t handle.”
Jeongin’s eyes filled. Minho’s smile falters. “Look, I’m always the victim whenever you guys get your powers, but I know you’d never do anything that genuinely hurts me. It only happened this time because it was the first time you got your power. Telekinesis? Baby, I’m so proud of you.”
“B-But I did hurt you…” Jeongin trails off, squeaking in surprise as Minho reached the side of the table and swung one leg over again, smoothly straddling Jeongin’s thighs just like before.
The weight settled firmly, pinning him down once more. Minho’s hands came up to gently cup the maknae’s face, thumbs brushing away the last traces of tears. “Accidents happen when powers first wake up. I’ve had worse. Now stop worrying that pretty head of yours and let hyung finish the checkup.”
Before Jeongin could protest, Minho’s fingers danced lightly up to his neck, scribbling and fluttering along the sensitive skin just under his jaw and behind his ears. Jeongin immediately melted into a puddle of giggles, head tilting side to side as much as the restraints allowed.
“Nohohohoho not thehehe neheheheck!!”
“Oh, yes, the neck. It’s so sensitive for you. Adorable.” Minho leaned closer, nails gently scratching behind Jeongin’s ears, then tracing the shells with feather-light touches. “So sensitive here. Look at you, already giggling like this. Such a cute reaction. Does it tickle that much, Innie? Hm?”
Jeongin’s giggles bubbled out helplessly, soft and sweet, his whole body relaxing into the tickling despite the earlier panic. He was a melted puddle now, shoulders shaking with laughter, face scrunched up in that bright, irresistible smile. “Yehehehehhehes it tihihihickles!!”
Sadly, Minho had to finish the examination on Jeongin’s torso. He had been so rudely interrupted, after all!!
He claimed this, ignoring Jeongin’s thrashing as he clawed down the younger’s left side. “Awhh, what’s wrong? Does this spot make you crazy? Are you flustered, baby?”
Jeongin was a complete mess now—thrashing wildly, head thrown back, mouth wide open in uncontrollable laughter, body flushed and trembling. The restraints held him perfectly spread and helpless, forcing him to endure every single tickle Minho delivered with zero escape.
“PLEHEHEHEHEASE ILL DOHOHO AHAHAHHNYTHINGGG!!”
Chan stepped back into the medbay holding a cold ice pack wrapped in a soft cloth, the doors sliding shut behind him with a quiet hiss. The moment he saw the scene in front of him, Minho comfortably straddled over a thrashing, hysterically laughing Jeongin,his expression shifted from concerned leader to fond exasperation.
He tutted loudly, folding his arms across his chest. “Minho, what have we said about this?” Chan’s voice was stern but laced with amusement. “No turning checkups into full-on tickle torture sessions. Especially not right after the poor baby just discovered his powers and flung you into a wall.”
Minho lifted his head, still perched perfectly on Jeongin’s thighs, one hand lazily continuing to claw and scribble down the younger’s left side while the other paused on his stomach. He gave Chan the biggest, most dramatic pout.
“But hyung~” He whined, dragging the syllable out. “Look at him. Jeongin’s being so cute right now. How am I supposed to resist?”
A hysterical wail startled both of them. Jeongin’s twisting like crazy, trying desperately to detach the clawing fingers at his side. “LeheheheHEHEHET UHUHUHUP!! PLEHHEHEEASE IM DYHIHIHIHING!!”
He tried—really tried—to summon that same surge of power from before. His face scrunched up in concentration for half a second, but nothing happened. Instead, a soft mechanical beep came from the overhead scanner monitoring his vitals and new abilities.
“Unable to apply telekinetic force,” the calm voice announced. Hyunjin’s voice model. “Subject’s nervous system is currently in heightened sensory overload. Power output suppressed.”
Chan stared for a beat… then burst out laughing. Hard. He doubled over slightly, one hand clutching his stomach as deep, bright laughter rolled out of him.
“Oh my god— Innie’s power goes haywire when he’s tickled!” Chan wheezed, eyes sparkling with delight.
Jeongin could only respond with another shrill, desperate squeal as Minho’s fingers found a particularly evil spot along his lower side again.
“STAHAHAHAP LAUGHING AT MEHEHEHE—! AAAAHHHAHAHA!”
Minho gasped suddenly, eyes widening.
He felt it—an invisible, warm force wrapping around both of his wrists like soft, insistent bands. The telekinetic energy gently but firmly dragged his hands closer to Jeongin’s body, pulling them back down toward the maknae’s sensitive tummy and sides instead of letting him pull away.
“Looks like someone wants to keep getting tickled senseless,” Minho teased, voice back to that sweet, clinical tone. “Don’t worry, Innie. Hyung will give you exactly what your powers are asking for.”
Jeongin lets out a tired, giggly whine. Minho cooed and decided to let up. Medical examination complete.
“Alright, alright,” Minho murmured gently, the playful clinical tone fading into something warmer. “Hyung’s got you. Tickle time’s over for now.”
He stayed straddled on Jeongin’s thighs for a moment longer, just stroking soothing circles over the sensitive skin to help him come down, before carefully climbing off the table.
The padded cuffs clicked open, freeing Jeongin’s arms. The younger immediately brought them down, rubbing at his wrists even though they weren’t sore.
Minho stepped back awkwardly. Jeongin pouts.
He scrunched his face up and thought as hard as he possibly could. Minho squeaks as he feels a force tug him forwards until Jeongin could comfortably fold into his hyung’s arms.
Chan smiles at the two and leaves, sensing that the two needed their moment.
The telekinetic hold lingered for a second longer, almost like a hug, before fading away, leaving Jeongin clinging there on his own.
Jeongin let out a tiny, contented sigh, arms slowly wrapping around Minho’s waist. His body melted against the older dancer, boneless and trusting, still trembling faintly from all the laughter.
“You okay, baby?” Minho asked quietly, voice low and fond against Jeongin’s temple. He pressed a light kiss to the top of the maknae’s head, the gesture so natural it made Jeongin’s heart squeeze.
“Mhm…” Jeongin mumbled, voice muffled and sleepy-sounding. “Warm… feels nice.”
A few more minutes passed like this. Minho slowly adjusting to let Jeongin press further into him.
“But seriously, why is it always me who ends up being victim when you babies’ manifest your powers?”
