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Sunghoon’s Prank Gone Wrong

hiiiiiii! I took some time away from this app to focus on my mental health, but I’m back now and ready to start writing again! hehe enjoy

Lee - Sunghoon

Ler - Jay

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The dorm was unusually quiet that morning. Sunlight streamed lazily through the curtains, bathing the room in warm, gentle light. Despite the tight schedule and the studio calling, Jay stayed curled up in his blanket as if it were his most important mission, his hair sticking out in every direction and his chest rising and falling in slow, steady breaths—utterly lost in sleep.

Sunghoon padded down the hall, rubbing the back of his neck. ‘Where’s Jay?’ he muttered, already guessing the answer. Sure enough, when he peeked into the room, there he was—fast asleep, wrapped up in his blanket like a perfect little burrito.

A small laugh escaped Sunghoon. “Unbelievable. We’re all gonna be late because of you.”

For a second, he considered the normal approach. He could shake him awake, call his name, maybe even tug the blanket away. But something mischievous flickered in his mind instead. He noticed the half-full water bottle sitting on his nightstand. Slowly but carefully, Sunghoon picked it up, unscrewed the cap, and grinned.

“Just a little,” he whispered, tilting it to flick a few droplets onto Jay’s face.

Jay twitched, shifting slightly, but didn’t wake. His lips curved almost into a smile, and Sunghoon had to cover his mouth to stifle a laugh. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” He flicked another drop, then another. Watching Jay’s stubborn stillness was both frustrating and hilarious, like a game he didn’t know he’d started.

The door creaked open, and Heeseung paused in the doorway, spotting the bottle in Sunghoon’s hand. A knowing smirk spread across his face. “Oh really, Hoon? That’s your big idea for waking him up?”

Sunghoon jumped, nearly dropping the bottle as Heeseung’s voice echoed from the doorway. “I-I’m—h-hey, no! It m-might be w-working, o-okay? D-don’t… don’t ruin my… method!” He stuttered out in embarrassment, a small blush forming on his cheeks

Heeseung leaned casually against the doorway, arms crossed, one brow raised. “With water, huh?” Sunghoon tried to look innocent, but the spark in his eyes betrayed him entirely. Heeseung sighed, though the amusement he couldn’t hide tugged at his lips. “That’s not gonna work. If you really want to wake him, you’ve got to try something else. Something that’ll actually make him move.”

Sunghoon frowned, tilting his head slightly, but his curiosity got the better of him. “Like… what exactly do you mean?” His lips twitched into a small, hopeful smile as he asked.

A smirk tugged at Heeseung’s lips. “Tickling. But if you go down that road, you better be ready. Payback’s a thing.”

Sunghoon glanced back at Jay, one foot sticking out from the blanket like an invitation. His competitive spark lit up immediately. “...Worth the risk.”

He set the water bottle down and crept closer to the bed. Very carefully, he traced a feather-light finger along the arch of Jay’s foot, expecting an instant explosion of laughter—but nothing happened. Jay just shifted slightly, face buried deeper in the pillow.

“Unbelievable,” Sunghoon whispered, half annoyed, half amused. He tried again, tracing along Jay’s heel and up the side of his foot. A soft, sleepy giggle escaped him, a twitching smile spreading across his face. Jay wriggled faintly, but his stubborn sleepiness held strong, completely ignoring Sunghoon’s efforts.

From the doorway, Heeseung let out a laugh.“I’ve never met someone so impossible to wake.”

Sunghoon refused to surrender. Sliding his hand under the blanket, he poked at Jay’s side. A muffled grunt escaped, and Jay twitched, but his eyes stayed firmly closed, completely unbothered. When Sunghoon tried again, Jay just let out another muffled laugh, shoulders jerking up.“Mm…hahaha! Huh…what” he mumbled, still half-asleep.

Sunghoon was giggling now too, half with triumph and half at how ridiculous it all was. “You’re seriously laughing in your sleep? Who does that?” He wiggled his fingers along Jay’s stomach and whispered teasingly, “Tickle, tickle, tickle—wake up already!”

Jay let out another breathy chuckle, curling into the blanket like a child trying to escape.

“Oh no you don’t,” Sunghoon said, following after him. “You can’t just hide in there. If I have to drag you out of bed, I will.” He poked under Jay’s arm, and Jay’s whole shoulder jumped.

“Hyuuuung, I swear you’re impossible,” Sunghoon muttered, though his grin betrayed him. He leaned in, lowering his voice, “Wake up, or I’ll sprinkle the rest of the water all over you!”

That did it. Jay cracked one eye open at last, letting out a breathless, half-giggly groan. “Wh-what are you doing to me?!” he asked, his raspy morning voice making it sound even more ridiculous

“Waking you up!” Sunghoon said proudly, still poking at his side. “And apparently, it works.”

Jay pushed himself up, hair sticking up in every direction. He ran a hand through it, trying to tame the mess—and froze as his fingers met damp strands. His frown deepened, and he glanced around in disbelief. “Wait… why is my hair wet?!”

Heeseung pointed at Sunghoon instantly, a smirk spreading across his face. “That would be him.”

Sunghoon’s eyes widened. “Traitor!” He scrambled back, laughing nervously. “O-okay! Hahaha…but listen, it was just a little water!” He backed up a step, raising his hands as if to shield himself, heart hammering.

Unfortunately for Sunghoon, Jay was already sitting up, his expression sharpening despite the sleepy haze. “A little water?” he repeated, voice low and dangerous in that mock-serious way that sent chills down Sunghoon’s spine.

Sunghoon’s eyes darted around, heart pounding. “Uh—wait! I just remembered—I can’t be late to the studio today!” He held up his hands, trying to look serious while his voice wavered. “There’s, um… practice” He took a hesitant step back, glancing at Jay with wide, pleading eyes. “I-I should… probably go… right now!” He turned on his heel and bolted for the door.

Heeseung stepped aside with a smirk, pretending to let him through… then gave a gentle push, sending Sunghoon stumbling right into Jay’s embrace.

Jay caught him easily, one hand already curling threateningly at Sunghoon’s ribs. “Where do you think you’re going, huh?” He said, now having the biggest smirk on his face

“Hyung! No! I—” Sunghoon laughed helplessly, squirming, “I was just trying to wake you up!”

Jay’s smirk sharpened, stretching slow and dangerous across his face. “Trying to wake me up?” he repeated, amused. “Is that what we’re calling dumping water on my face now?”

Sunghoon’s laugh cracked into a squeak. “It was only a little! Hyung, come on—haha—let’s talk about this—!”

“Oh, we’re talking,” Jay said, voice dripping with mock sweetness. “We’re definitely talking.”

His fingers descended—painfully slow, deliberately hovering just long enough to make Sunghoon’s stomach clench in dread—before finally making contact and skittering across his ribs.

“HYUNG—!! AHAHA—WAIT—WAIT—!” Sunghoon gasped, twisting desperately.

“Ohhh, you poor thing,” Jay smirked, voice teasingly gentle. “You are already laughing this much? I haven’t even started your punishment yet.”

Sunghoon erupted. “HYUNG—!! AHAHAHA—WAIT—!!”

But Jay only gave a soft, amused hum, tilting his head like he was observing something adorable.

“Aww, that’s cute,” he teased lightly. “You’re already falling apart. And I’m not even touching your worst spots yet.”

Sunghoon froze mid-laugh, eyes widening. “N-No. Hyung—don’t say it like that—”

Jay smiled sweetly. Too sweetly. “Well, someone decided to wake me up with water and tickles today… So I think it’s only fair I remind you exactly why you should never do that again.”

Before Sunghoon could even think about protesting, Jay’s hand dropped to his sides and stomach—light as a feather.

The effect was instant.

Sunghoon screamed with laughter, back arching off the bed. “HYUNG NO—NOT MY SIDES OR STOMACH —HAHAHA—PLEASE—!!”

“There it is,” Jay said, voice bright with victory. “Your special spots.”

He didn’t tickle hard. He didn’t need to. He used torturously light touches, skimming his fingertips up and down Sunghoon’s sides, dancing back and forth between them with playful precision.

“Hyuuung—!! AHAHA—I CAN’T—I CAN’T—!!”

“You can,” Jay crooned, wiggling one finger against the edge of Sunghoon’s waist and watching him crumble. “This is what we call a gentle punishment.”

“THIS ISN’T GENTLE—HAHAHA—IT’S EVIL—!!”

Jay chuckled warmly. “If I were being evil, I’d go faster. But look at me.” His touch slowed to lazy circles on Sunghoon’s sides, then slowly moved across his stomach, dipping into his bellybutton a few times to really tease, making him squeal and twist. “I’m being so nice.”

“THAT’S NOT NICE—IT TICKLES TOO MUCH—!!”

“That’s the point,” Jay said simply, voice annoyingly calm compared to Sunghoon’s chaos. He fluttered his fingers right under Sunghoon’s ribs, but always drifted back to his sides—his weakness. “See? This is what you get for ambushing me with cold water.”

“It was a JOKE—HAHA—HYUNG PLEASE—MERCY—!!”

Jay clicked his tongue. “You know the rules. No mercy until you learn your lesson.”

Sunghoon slapped the mattress helplessly. “I LEARNED—I LEARNED—HAHA—I’M SORRY—!!”

Jay slowed again, fingertips drawing tiny circles that made Sunghoon whine and snort with leftover giggles.

“Are you sure?” Jay asked sweetly. “Or are you just saying that to save your poor, ticklish body ?”

“I’M—SERIOUS—HYUNG—NO MORE PRANKS—JUST PLEASE—NO MORE—!!”

Jay finally pulled his hands away, far too pleased with himself. Sunghoon folded right after, breathing hard, cheeks flushed and eyes shining with laugh-tired warmth.

Heeseung’s voice came from the doorway, full of amusement. “Alright, you two, the studio’s not going to wait forever”. Jay gave Sunghoon a final teasing poke before pulling him toward the door. The room was a bit messy, still ringing with laughter, and there was no doubt who had come out on top this morning—Jay, enjoying every bit of his mischievous revenge.

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Cuddles and Comfort

Lee - Ni-Ki

Ler - Sunoo

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The dorm was quiet, the kind of quiet that only came when practice was finally over and the members scattered off to rest or do their own thing. A Disney movie flickered softly on the living room television, casting a gentle glow across the couch where Sunoo was curled beneath a blanket. He flipped through his book lazily, attention drifting between the page and the screen. The quiet, cozy atmosphere drew a sigh of relief from him after such a long, exhausting day.

He barely noticed the sound of the front door opening until it clicked shut. Looking up, he spotted Ni-Ki standing there looking defeated, his hoodie half-zipped, his shoulders slumped in defeat. His bag slid from his arm and hit the floor with a heavy thud.

“Ni-Ki?” Sunoo asked softly, closing his book and turned all his attention to Ni-Ki, giving him a soft, inviting smile.

Ni-Ki didn’t answer. His jaw tightened as he sank onto the edge of the couch, shoulders stiff. Finally, his voice came out, quiet and shaky. “I can’t get it right, hyung. I practiced for hours… and it’s still not good enough.” frustration bubbling into sadness. “I don’t want to let everyone down.”

Sunoo’s heart clenched. Without another word, he opened his arms. “Come here, baby,” he said gently. Ni-Ki didn’t even hesitate. He crawled into Sunoo’s embrace, curling against his chest and clinging tightly. Sunoo wrapped him up, holding him close as he ran his hand softly through his hair, grounding him with the gesture

“Shhh,” Sunoo whispered, rocking him lightly. “You’re already amazing, Ni-Ki. You’re such a good dancer. We all see how hard you work. You should hear how often the members talk about you—we’re so proud of you.”

Ni-Ki’s shoulders shook with a frustrated breath. “But it’s not good enough.”

“It is,” Sunoo said firmly. “Even when you think it’s not, you’re already doing better than you know. You’re our maknae, our little treasure, and you’re loved more than you realize.”

Slowly, the tension in Ni-Ki’s body softened. His face pressed deeper into Sunoo’s shirt, and his arms squeezed tighter as if he didn’t want to let go, loving the sweet moment he shared with his hyung. Smiling, Sunoo tugged the blanket they both shared higher over Ni-Ki and his body. But as he did, his hand lightly brushed against the boy’s side.

Ni-Ki jolted with a tiny squeak.

Sunoo froze. Then his lips curved into a mischievous but soft smile. “…Wait a second.”

“Hyung…” Ni-Ki groaned, already burying his face deeper into Sunoo’s chest, hiding his blush.

“Ohhh, don’t tell me our little riki is ticklish?” Sunoo teased, brushing his fingers ever so lightly along Ni-Ki’s side again.

Ni-Ki twitched, letting out a muffled giggle.. “Hyung—nooo, not thattt—hehe!”

Sunoo’s grin widened. “Oh, was that a giggle? You can’t hide them from me now.”

He let his fingertips flutter like feathers over Ni-Ki’s side, just enough to draw out soft, airy giggles.

“Hehehe—stopppp, ahh—hyuuuung!” Ni-Ki squirmed, his giggles spilled out, muffled against Sunoo’s shirt “Stop? But you sound so cute,” Sunoo teased, fingers dancing in gentle circles “Listen to you—already giggling like the sweetest boy.”

Ni-Ki kicked his foot lightly against the couch, laughter spilling out despite his weak protests. “Hyahahaha! It ticklesss—pleeeaseee, hyung, wahaha!”

“Too tired to fight back, hm?” Sunoo chuckled. “That’s okay, I’ll just tickle you reeeally softly. Just tiny, gentle tickles to chase the stress away.”

“Ehehehehe! Hyuuuungggg, stooop! I-I can’t—ahhhhaha!” Ni-Ki laughed, his voice breaking into little squeaks as he clung tighter instead of pulling away.

“awwwwwww,” Sunoo cooed. “Hear that? Small, quiet giggles—that is the sound of all your stress melting away. Doesn’t that feel better?”

“Mmmaybe!” Ni-Ki squealed, kicking again as helpless giggles poured out. “Hyungggg, ahahaha, I’m tiredddd!”

“I know, riki,” Sunoo said sweetly, slowing his fingers to a lazy tracing motion along his ribs. “That’s why I’m being soft. Just think of it as a little cheer-up tickling. Nothing rough, I promise.”

Ni-Ki’s giggles grew quieter, breathy and warm. He clung to Sunoo tighter, if that was even possible, and Sunoo adored every moment of it—just holding his friend and little brother, reminding him that he’d never have to carry his burdens alone.

"Riki, look at me please," Sunoo said sweetly, taking Ni-Ki’s face in his hands. “You deserve to laugh. You worked so hard today, you know that, right? You always work hard. And I’m so, so proud of you, we all are. ”

Ni-Ki’s eyes softened and he smiled sweetly as he looked up at Sunoo. The tightness in his chest eased just a little. “Sometimes I forget… that I’m doing well. That I’m enough. But when it’s you guys saying it, I can finally believe it. Thank you, Sunoo… I really don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Sunoo smiled softly, giving him a gentle nudge that seemed to melt some of the tension away. His eyes softened, radiating that familiar warmth that always made everything feel lighter. “Hey, don’t worry about it,” he murmured, a reassuring smile tugging at his lips. “I’ve got you. Always.”

He lingered for a moment, then let his fingers tease lightly along Ni-Ki’s stomach, earning a small laugh. “There’s that smile,” Sunoo said gently. “Better than any frown. You’re such a talented dancer, such a good friend, and such a good little brother. We all love you so much.”

Ni-Ki squirmed under Sunoo’s fingers, heat creeping up his cheeks as he tried to hide his smile again from Sunoo. “Oh… hehe… you only like my smile because I can’t stop smiling when you tickle me, hyung!” He glanced away, ears turning pink.

Sunoo laughed softly, pausing his fingers to watch Ni-Ki squirm. “You’re adorable… and that smile? I could stare at it all day, and there’s no way I’m letting you hide it from us.”

Ni-Ki laughed. “You’re so mean, hyung…”

“Mean?” Sunoo gasped in mock offense, wiggling his fingers a little rougher along Ni-Ki’s stomach. “I’m the nicest! Look at me—holding you, keeping you warm, making you laugh. That’s not mean at all.”

“YEHEHEHES IT ISSS!” Ni-Ki laughed loudly, kicking again as helpless laughter poured out.

Sunoo smirked, pretending to gasp in exaggerated horror. “Hey!” he exclaimed. “Stop kicking!”

“NOT A CHANCE—HEHEHE!!” Ni-Ki shouted, squirming fiercely. Laughter tore through him, unstoppable and bright, and Sunoo couldn’t help but smile, happy to see his close friend finally smiling again

Ni-Ki squirmed, letting out a loud laugh as Sunoo’s fingers tickled his stomach mercilessly. “STOP! STOP!!” he protested loudly, trying and failing to wiggle away, but Sunoo was relentless.

“Too much?” Sunoo teased, shifting to his neck instead, tracing light little shapes across his skin. “Better?”

Ni-Ki let out a breathy sleepy laugh, almost a sigh. “Mmhm…”

Sunoo kissed his hair, keeping his voice low and warm. “You know, every time you doubt yourself, I wish you could see what we see. You’re amazing Niki. You’re our hardworking, funny, sweet maknae, and nothing you do could make us love you less.” His fingers trailed gently up and down Ni-Ki’s back, soft enough to keep the giggles flowing without overwhelming him.

Ni-Ki’s giggles softened again, settling into a tired, content sigh. He nuzzled into Sunoo’s chest, voice muffled and sleepy. “Thank you, hyung…"

Sunoo whispered. “You can rest now. You’re safe and you are loved .”

Ni-Ki gave one last little hum, his breathing slowing until it evened out. He’d fallen asleep smiling into Sunoo’s shirt, still wrapped in his arms. Sunoo tucked the blanket snugly around him, making sure he was warm and comfortable for the night. “Sweet dreams, riki ,” he murmured. “You did so well today—never forget that. You're perfect just the way you are”

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Caught Red-Handed

Lee - Changbin

Ler - Lee Know

Here you go @itzsana-kiddingmenow hope you like this little gift I made you! 👉🏻👈🏻 and again thank you so much for all your help!

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Changbin sat cross-legged on the floor, headphones on, completely absorbed in his latest track. The glow of the laptop reflected off his determined eyes, and the faint smell of coffee lingered around him. Empty snack wrappers littered the space

Lee Know leaned against the doorway, a small smile tugging at his lips as he watched Changbin furiously working. “Bunny… really? You’ve been at this for hours. Are you trying to break a world record or something? You need to take a break.”

Changbin didn’t even look up, his fingers still flying over the keyboard typing away. “Just… a few more adjustments, I can’t stop now… I’m almost there.”

Lee Know leaned closer, voice teasing. “You know, Bunny… I might have to tickle you if you don’t take a break. Just a warning.”

Changbin froze for a moment, a flicker of nervousness passing over his face. “W-What? Lee Know… don’t. I’m fine! I don’t need a break. I… I’m almost done!”

Lee Know’s grin widened. “Oh, I love a stubborn Bunny. But now… the countdown begins.”

Changbin’s eyes widened, heart racing. “Wait! No! Lee Know… you’re not serious!”

“Five… four… three… two… one…” Lee Know lunged forward, fingers wiggling mercilessly. “Tickle time, Bunny!” Changbin yelped, jerking back. “No! Hahaha! Stop! Hahaha! Lee Know! I—hah! I can’t!”

Lee Know’s grin widened. He tickled a little harder, tracing the curve of his ribs. “Bin! Don’t you think you’ve worked enough for today?” Changbin squirmed helplessly, laughter spilling out in uncontrollable bursts, ignoring his question. “L-Lee! Ahaha—s-stop, I can’t—! You’re so unfair!”

“That’s the point,” Lee Know teased, his fingers dancing with merciless precision. “You never take a break unless someone makes you. And I…” he wiggled his fingers dramatically before diving back in, “…am very persuasive.”

Changbin kicked his feet weakly, twisting side to side in a hopeless attempt to escape. “I’ll—hahaha—I’ll take a break, I promise!” he managed to say between gasps of laughter, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes.

Lee Know paused just long enough to lean in closer, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Hmm. I don’t know if I believe you. You’re always sneaking back to work when I’m not looking.”

Bin’s eyes widened. “No, I-I won’t this time!”

Changbin’s laughter tapered into breathless giggles as Lee Know finally let up, pulling his hands away. “Okay, okay,” Changbin panted, cheeks flushed and chest heaving. “I promise—I’ll stop. No more work today.”

Lee Know narrowed his eyes suspiciously, though a small smile tugged at his lips. “Good. Stay right there. I’ll get you some water.”

He ruffled Changbin's hair before slipping out of the room into the kitchen, humming casually. Changbin sat up slowly, still catching his breath. The second Lee Know’s footsteps faded down the hall, his gaze flicked back toward the scattered papers and half-finished project waiting on the desk.

“…Just a little more,” he whispered to himself, already reaching for his pen. “He won’t even notice.”

Of course, Lee Know did notice—because when he returned, glass of water in hand, there was Changbin, hunched back over his work like nothing had happened.

Lee Know stopped in the doorway, one eyebrow raised. “Unbelievable,” he muttered.

Changbin froze mid-scribble, sheepishly glancing up. “I—I was just finishing a thought!”

Lee Know crossed his arms, one eyebrow raised. “A thought, huh? Interesting… because I distinctly remember you promising me you’d stop.” He set the glass down with a slow, deliberate clink. “Guess someone lied.”

“W-Wait, no, I wasn’t—” Changbin stammered, already sliding the paper behind his back as if that would help.

Lee Know’s smirk widened. “Oh, you’re in so much trouble bunny.” He rolled up his sleeves, walking closer until Changbin had nowhere to run. “And you know what happens to liars…right?”

Before Changbin could respond, Lee Know’s fingers dove straight into his hips, kneading mercilessly at the spot he knew was Changbin’s downfall.

“WAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOHOHOHOHOHO, NOT THE HIHIHIHIHIPS!!” Changbin screamed, instantly thrashing as laughter poured out of him in wild, uncontrollable bursts.

Lee Know’s grin was downright wicked as he dug in a little deeper, thumbs tracing sharp circles right at the curve of Bin’s waist. “Ohhh, don’t tell me this is your weak spot! The one that makes you laugh so loud it rattles the windows?”

“YEEEHEHEHEHEHEHESSSS!! AHAHAHAHAHA STOOOHOHOHOHOP!!” Changbin shrieked, kicking his feet as tears of laughter spilled down his face.

“You promised me, Bunny,” Lee Know taunted, his voice sing-song as his fingers danced mercilessly over the sensitive bones of his hips. “You looked me in THE eyes and swore you’d take a break. And then I come back, and what do I find? You scribbling away like nothing happened.”

Lee Know teased, giving a few sharp squeezes that made Changbin shriek and buck wildly. “You broke your promise. And this… is your punishment.”

“NOOOOOHOHOHOHOHO!! AHAHAHAHAHAHA I’M SOHOHOHOHORRY, I’LL STOHOHOHOP FOR REHEHEHEHEAL!!” Changbin howled, laughter shattering into helpless cackles

Lee Know only chuckled, leaning close so his breath brushed Changbin’s ear while his fingers kept tormenting his hips. “Hmm. I don’t know if I can trust you anymore. Maybe I should keep this up a little longer… just to make sure you learn your lesson.”

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! I’LL DOHOHOHO ANYTHIHIHING!!” Changbin shrieked, twisting and gasping for breath. At last, Lee Know stopped, though he kept his hands hovering threateningly over Changbin’s hips. “Anything?” he asked with a sly grin.

Changbin nodded frantically, hair sticking to his damp forehead, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. “Y-Yes—hahhh—ANYTHING. I swear I’ll stop. No more working. I-I promise this time, f-for real hyung!”

Lee Know tilted his head, studying him for a moment, then gave a satisfied hum. “Good. Because if I catch you sneaking back to your work again…” He wiggled his fingers just above Changbin’s hips, making him jolt. “…you know exactly what’ll happen.”

“NO, NO, I GET IT!” Changbin yelped, covering his hips protectively. “I’ll behave, I will stop working!”

Lee Know chuckled, finally pulling back and standing. “That’s what I like to hear.” He ruffled Changbin’s hair before heading toward the kitchen. “Now sit still, relax, drink your water and let me take care of you bunny.” Changbin blinked up at him, still flushed and giggly, but softened at the words. “You’re… making me food?”

“Of course.” Lee Know shot him a playful look over his shoulder. “What kind of hyung would I be if I let my hard-working idiot starve?”

Changbin groaned, burying his face in a pillow to hide his grin. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re easy to tickle,” Lee Know smirked, already pulling out pans and pots. “Now stay put before I change my mind and go for round three.”

Changbin laughed softly to himself. His ribs still tingled, his hips ached from all the squirming, but his heart felt warm. For once, he was actually going to rest—especially if it meant eating Lee Knows cooking afterward.

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Mission: Make Jungwon Laugh

Lee - Jungwon

Ler - Heeseung

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The practice room was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the occasional creak of the wooden floor beneath tired feet. Sunlight poured through the tall windows, casting golden shadows across the polished floor. The rest of the members had already begun to collapse from exhaustion—Ni-ki sprawled dramatically on his back, Jay scrolled lazily through his phone and Sunghoon gave Jake a cheeky poke in the side after his small slip-up at dance practice. Jake squealed, wriggling away with a laugh.

Jungwon, however, sat perfectly upright in the corner, towel draped over his shoulders, damp hair sticking slightly to his forehead from the intense rehearsal. His calm presence seemed almost magnetic. Even when Heeseung glanced at him with that familiar glint of mischief, Jungwon’s composed expression didn’t falter—though the faint twitch of his lips betrayed quiet amusement.

Heeseung lay stretched out on his stomach, chin resting in his hands, eyes gleaming with playful curiosity as they tracked Jungwon’s composed figure. “Jungwonnnnnnnn,” he murmured, voice soft but teasing, “how do you always manage to stay so calm? Everyone else—one little poke, and they’re squirming, flailing, or practically collapsing in laughter. But you…” He propped himself up on his elbows, tilting his head with exaggerated curiosity, “you just sit there like some unshakable statue, totally untouchable. It’s… kind of unfair.”

Jungwon raised an eyebrow, a soft smirk tugging at his lips. “Maybe I’m just too strong for you all,” he said lightly, though his gaze lingered on Heeseung, sharp and playful.

Heeseung grinned, sliding closer with fingers curling in anticipation. “Strong, huh? We’ll see about that.”

He started with the obvious spots—Jungwon’s sides and ribs. His fingers traced light, teasing circles along the soft skin of Jungwon’s torso. Normally, this would have any of the members wriggling and squirming, but Jungwon leaned back slightly, lips twitching in amusement, completely unfazed.

“Is that all you’ve got?” he asked, flicking Heeseung gently on the nose. “Ni-ki would already be rolling on the floor, and Sunghoon would be squealing so loud the whole building would hear. You’ll have to try harder than that.”

Undeterred, Heeseung moved to the next target: the underarms. He slipped his hand beneath the edge of Jungwon’s arm, tracing gentle patterns across the sensitive flesh. He expected an immediate reaction, but Jungwon only shrugged, letting out a small chuckle.

“Honestly,” Jungwon said with a teasing glint in his eyes, “if you did this to Sunoo, he’d be gasping and flailing in seconds. And Jake… he’d probably try to bribe you to stop.

Heeseung sat back on his heels, narrowing his eyes with mock determination. “You really think you’re invincible, don’t you?”

Heeseung inched closer on the floor, a mischievous glint lighting up his eyes. Jungwon’s upper body had been nearly impossible to crack—calm, composed, and annoyingly unflinching—but Heeseung had learned over time that the best weaknesses were the ones no one expected. A sly, knowing grin spread across his face as he whispered, “Alright… let’s find out if the so-called ‘invincible’ leader really has a weakness.”

He slid his hands gently down toward Jungwon’s thighs, careful at first, just brushing his fingers over the firm skin. The moment his touch landed in just the right spot, Jungwon froze, eyes widening in disbelief.

“WAIT—WHAT?! HYUNG, STOP! HAHAHAHA, NO—OH MY GOD!” Jungwon’s laughter burst out uncontrollably, his legs jerking and flailing reflexively. “SINCE WHEN?! THIS—THIS IS CRAZY!”

Heeseung’s grin widened. “I TOLD YOU, EVERYONE HAS SECRET SPOTS! AND YOURS… IS RIGHT HERE!” His fingers traced light, teasing patterns along the tops of Jungwon’s thighs, exploring the sensitive areas that made him squirm like never before.

“HYUNG! HAHAHA, I CAN’T—STOP, PLEASE! THIS IS UNFAIR! WHAT IS EVEN HAPPENING?!” Jungwon gasped, kicking and wriggling under Heeseung’s playful assault.

“You said I should try harder,” Heeseung reminded him.

Heeseung leaned in, grinning mischievously. “You always act so untouchable, Jungwon, so composed and serious… but look at you now—flailing, laughing, and completely helpless! Who would’ve ever guessed that the cool, fearless leader had a spot that could make him lose it like this, I kind of love it, it’s so cute.?”

“HYUNG! STOP! HAHAHAHA! I’M NOT CUTE!” Jungwon insisted, though his laughter completely ruined any attempt at being convincing.

“Yes, you are,” Heeseung said gently, still tickling with a feather-light touch that kept Jungwon giggling nonstop. “You’re the cutest when you’re like this. All smiley, red-cheeked, and trying so hard to fight it. Don’t hide your face—let me see!”

Jungwon groaned through his laughter, hiding behind his hands. “HAHAHA! I CAN’T! THIS IS TOO MUCH! HYUNG, PLEASE!”

Heeseung laughed softly, prying Jungwon’s hands away just enough to see his flushed cheeks and watery eyes. “There’s that smile. See? You’re adorable when you laugh like this. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so happy and free.”

Jungwon gasped, still giggling uncontrollably, “HAHAHA! I’M—NOT—ADORABLE!”

“Mm, you’re wrong,” Heeseung teased gently, ruffling his hair while his fingers kept up their playful tracing. “You’re very adorable. And now I know your secret. Don’t worry, I’ll keep it safe… well, mostly safe.”

Just when Jungwon thought the worst was over, Heeseung’s gaze dropped a little lower. His grin returned instantly. “Hmm… if your thighs are this bad… I wonder…”

“HYUNG—DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT—” Jungwon yelped, already sensing what was coming, but it was too late.

Heeseung’s fingers slid down to his knees, lightly drumming over the caps before giving a gentle squeeze. The reaction was instant—Jungwon burst out into helpless laughter again, his body jolting like he’d been shocked.

“HAHAHAHA! NOOO! NOT THERE! HYUNG! HAHAHAHA!”

Heeseung laughed with him, eyes sparkling. “Ohhh, would you look at that? Your knees too? My little leader is just full of surprises today.” His thumbs pressed lightly in circles over the sensitive spots, making Jungwon kick wildly.

“HAHAHAHA! HYUNG, STOP! THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING! HAHAHAHA!” Jungwon squealed, his legs shaking uncontrollably.

Heeseung tilted his head, pretending to think. “You know, it’s funny. Knees don’t usually do much for most people… but you? You’re losing your mind! It’s like you were hiding all your ticklishness in your legs this whole time.”

“HAHAHAHA! NOOO! I WASN’T! I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW! HYUNG, PLEASE!”

“That’s what makes it even cuter,” Heeseung teased warmly, fingers wiggling just beneath Jungwon’s knees now. “You didn’t even know you were ticklish here, and now you’re giggling like this. Seriously, Jungwon, you’re too precious.”

“HAHAHAHA! I’M NOT PRECIOUS! STOP SAYING THAT!” Jungwon cried, covering his face again, but his laughter spilled out uncontrollably.

Heeseung slowed just enough to lean closer, whispering teasingly, “So… thighs and knees. You’re basically a goldmine of ticklish spots down here, huh?”

“HYUNG! HAHAHA! NOOO! DON’T CALL IT THAT! HAHAHAHA!”

Heeseung let his fingers wander back up Jungwon’s thigh, giving it a quick squeeze that sent him right back into squeals. “See, this spot makes you kick like crazy,” Heeseung mused aloud, as if he were making some sort of serious observation.

“HAHAHAHA! HYUNG, STOOOP! NOT AGAIN—HAHAHA!” Jungwon shrieked, tugging his legs away.

But Heeseung only grinned, sliding his hand down to the knees again, drumming his fingertips over the bony caps until Jungwon practically screamed with laughter. “And this spot—wow, look at you! You can’t even keep your legs still. I think your knees might be worse!”

“HAHAHA! NOOO! THEY’RE NOT! HYUNG, I SWEAR! HAHAHAHA!” Jungwon gasped, trying desperately to curl up, his face flushed and hidden behind his arms.

“Oh really?” Heeseung teased, switching back to the thighs with another playful squeeze. “Because you look pretty wrecked right now.”

“HAHAHAHA! THEY’RE BOTH BAD! HYUNG, PLEASEEEE!”

Heeseung chuckled, clearly enjoying every second. “Both bad, huh? So you admit it—you’re secretly the most ticklish down here.” His tone was sing-song, light and teasing, almost like he was bragging about his discovery.

“HAHAHA! I’M NOT! HYUNG, I’M NOT—HAHAHA!” Jungwon insisted through his uncontrollable laughter, though it was the least convincing thing he’d ever said.

“Yes you are,” Heeseung said sweetly, tickling just under his knee while poking at his thigh with the other hand. “Listen to that laugh! I think this is the happiest I’ve ever heard you.”

“HYUNG!! STOP IT, I’M GONNA DIIIE—HAHAHAHA!” Jungwon howled, trying to hide his smile but failing miserably.

Heeseung finally eased up just a little, his grin softening. “You know, I really can’t decide which one is worse for you. Thighs or knees… maybe I’ll just call it a tie.”

Jungwon groaned, kicking his legs weakly as giggles kept spilling out. “H-hyung, hahahaha—don’t say that! you can’t—hahaha—you can’t call it a tie! just—hehehe—just forget this ever happened!”

But Heeseung only laughed, giving Jungwon’s side a light poke. “Forget it? No way. How could I forget something this good? My calm, serious leader turning into a giggly mess… it’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Hyuuuung!” Jungwon whined, his face buried in his hands.

Heeseung leaned back, eyes twinkling with mischief but warm with affection. “Relax, Wonie. Your secret’s safe with me… well, mostly safe.” He gave a cheeky wink. “I might tease you with it every now and then, just to see that smile again.”

Jungwon peeked out from behind his hands, cheeks still pink, but there was the faintest reluctant grin tugging at his lips. “You’re the worst.”

“And you,” Heeseung said, reaching over to ruffle his hair affectionately, “are the cutest.”

[potatogirlyy]

Game Night Chaos

Lee - Seungmin

Ler - Minho & Chan

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Game night was in full swing, the dorm buzzing with laughter and shouts. Empty snack bags decorated the table like trophies, soda cans clinked together, and the TV blasted cheerful loud music. In the middle of it all sat Seungmin, grinning ear to ear, absolutely thriving as he teased his hyungs with every chance he got.

“Hyung, honestly,” he said, smirking as Chan’s character fell for the third time, “I think you should just hand me your controller. You’re clearly not qualified to use it.”

“Oooooooh,” the others chimed, sensing danger.

Chan’s jaw dropped. “Yah—!” But before he could argue, Minho leaned back with a wolfish grin, eyes locked on Seungmin. “Oh, you’re in big trouble now, puppy.”

Seungmin raised a brow, sipping his drink as if unbothered. “Big trouble? Please. You should thank me for being honest.”

Minho tilted his head, voice dangerously playful. “Mm, no. See, there’s only so much sass a hyung can take… and I think you’ve just hit the limit.”

Seungmin blinked, still smirking. “Trouble? For telling the truth? Don’t be mad just because I’m better.”

“Ohhh,” Minho drawled, stretching his arms lazily over the back of the couch. “He’s got a sharp tongue tonight, huh, Chan?”

Chan folded his arms, lips twitching. “Too sharp. I think someone needs to teach him some manners.”

Seungmin snorted. “What, are you gonna give me a lecture? That’s not very scary, hyung.”

Minho’s grin only widened. “A lecture? No. I have… other plans in mind.” He wiggled his fingers in the air meaningfully locking eyes with Seungmin and laughed when Seungmin’s smirked faltered “…Hyung, don’t.”

Chan leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, eyes never leaving Seungmin. “You hear that, Minho? He sounds nervous already.”

“Mm, he should be,” Minho said smoothly, still flexing his fingers in slow, exaggerated motions. “This puppy’s been nipping at our heels all night. Time to put him back in his place.”

The room filled with giggles and “ooooohs,” but Seungmin only hugged a pillow to his chest defensively. “You two are overreacting. I was just pointing out the truth.”

“Oh, so you’re still mouthing off?” Chan raised a brow, pretending to look impressed. “Even when you’re outnumbered?”

“That’s brave,” Minho agreed, shifting closer on the couch. “Stupid, but brave.”

Seungmin tightened his grip on the pillow, eyes darting between them. “Don’t you dare.”

Chan smirked. “What’s wrong? I thought you were confident. Or does the mighty Kim Seungmin only talk big until someone calls him out?”

Minho chuckled low, leaning in until his face was inches from Seungmin’s. “You know, the more you glare at me like that, the more I want to see what your laughing face looks like.”

Seungmin’s eyes widened, his smirk officially gone. “Don’t—!”

“Too late,” Minho said cheerfully, tossing the pillow aside in one swift move.

“HYUNG!” Seungmin squeaked, scrambling backward, but Chan was faster, looping an arm around his waist and pulling him down into the cushions.

“Gotcha,” Chan laughed, tightening his grip as Seungmin flailed. “Minho, he’s all yours.”

“Gladly,” Minho purred, already wiggling his fingers threateningly. “Say goodbye to that sass, puppy.”

Seungmin barely had time to gasp out a protest before the first scribbles landed on his ribs, and the room erupted with his wild, breathless laughter.

Minho then dove in, scribbling mercilessly at Seungmin’s sides. The younger’s sass dissolved instantly into shrieks of laughter, his legs kicking helplessly against the couch.

“NOHOHOHO—! STOP! HYUNG!” he cried, twisting desperately.

Chan only smirked, keeping him pinned with ease. “Not so sassy now, huh? What happened to all that confident puppy?”

Seungmin gasped for air between laughs, trying and failing with coming up with something smart to fire back. “Y-you’re still—trash at—GAHHAHAH!” His words cut off in another squeal as Minho found his hips.

“Ohhh, he’s still talking back,” Minho teased, shaking his head in mock disappointment. “Unbelievable. You really don’t know when to quit, do you, puppy?”

“NEHEHEVER!” Seungmin wheezed, tears springing at the corners of his eyes.

“Is that so?” Minho chuckled darkly, switching to scribble under his arms until Seungmin shrieked. “Then we’ll just keep going until you do.”

“PLEHEHEASE—!”

“Please what, please keep going ?” Chan teased, leaning down close to his ear. “Since you asked so nicely puppy, of course we can keep going, we can tickle you alllll night?” Chan teased

“AHAHAHA! STOP—NO, THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT!”—!” Seungmin yelled through his laughter, thrashing uselessly in Chan’s hold..

The younger nearly folded in half, laughter cracking into squeals as he kicked wildly. “STAHAHAHAP—! I—I HATE YOU—!”

Finally, when Seungmin was red-faced and breathless, they eased up, letting him flop back against the couch in a sweaty, giggling heap.

“…You’re both… evil,” he panted.

Chan leaned back smugly. “How’s that big mouth of yours feeling now, huh?”

For a moment, Seungmin stayed quiet, catching his breath. Then, slowly, the smirk returned. “…I still won the last round. You guys suck.”

Minho froze, narrowing his eyes. “Chan. Did he just—”

“Yep,” Chan said, cracking his knuckles with a grin and going straight for Seungmin's belly button. Seungmin’s eyes went wide. “No—NO! I WAS KIDDING—WAIT— NOHOHO—HYUNG! STAHAHAHP—! NNNOT THERE—!” he screamed out, squirming violently on the couch.

Minho went straight back to tormenting his ribs, teasing and tickling relentlessly, circling and poking the sensitive spot. Every touch sent the younger into louder, more desperate laughter.

“HYUHAHAHUNG! I-I CAN’T—! STAHAHAHP—PLEASE!” Seungmin gasped, flailing his legs helplessly.

“You’re so adorable when you’re helpless,” Chan teased, leaning down and pressing just enough to keep him squirming.

“Still think you can talk big now, puppy?” Minho added, smirking as he dug his fingers into the exact spot he knew would make Seungmin lose it.

“I—I SWEHEHEAR—H-HYUNG—STOP—PLEASE!” Seungmin squealed, tears forming at the corners of his eyes from the intensity of his laughter. Even as he tried to twist and kick, the two worked together flawlessly. Every time he thought they’d stop, one of them found another sensitive angle, and his laughter only grew louder.

Finally, Minho and Chan slowed down, letting Seungmin flop back against the couch, completely breathless and red-faced. His hair was sticking up in every direction and he was still giggling softly.

“…You guys are evil,” he panted, hiding his face in his hands.

Before Seungmin could protest, Chan wrapped an arm around his shoulders while Minho draped one over his waist, pulling him gently into a warm, snug sandwich. Seungmin squeaked, squirming just enough to earn a soft laugh from both of them.

“You’re impossible,” Chan muttered, nuzzling the top of Seungmin’s head.

“And we wouldn’t have it any other way,” Minho added, resting his chin lightly on Seungmin’s shoulder. Seungmin buried his face into the crook of Minho’s neck, letting out a soft, defeated giggle. “You’re both trouble…”

“Trouble who loves you,” Chan whispered, pressing a quick kiss to the top of Seungmin’s head.

Seungmin sighed, relaxing completely between them. The room was still a mess from the chaos earlier, but in that moment, it didn’t matter. With Minho and Chan holding him close, laughing softly at his flustered little protests, he felt safe, very safe with his hyungs.

[potatogirlyy]

Shy Smiles and Soft Tickles

Lee - Sunghoon

Ler - Jay

(this is my first ever fic and I was really shy about posting at all but here we go I guess hehe)

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The dorm was quiet except for the low hum of the TV. Sunghoon sat at the far end of the couch, one knee tucked up, eyes fixed on the screen with a relaxed, pleased smile. The day had been long, with a ton of dance practices and shows, so a little peace and quiet made him happy. Sunghoon was lost in the quiet flicker of the TV, not even noticing when someone settled beside him—until a light touch grazed the side of his hoodie.

He flinched, a sudden shiver running down his spine. His breath hitched slightly, and his voice came out quieter than intended. “Don’t.”

“Don’t… what?” The voice next to him was dripping with fake innocence. Sunghoon could recognize that playful voice anyday, but he didn’t want to give Jay the satisfaction 

“You know what,” Sunghoon mumbled, still staring straight ahead.

A slow poke to his ribs made him inhale sharply. The tiniest smile flickered at the corner of his lips, but he pressed them shut tightly, a warm flush creeping up his neck and coloring his cheeks.

“Ohhh,” the other teased, leaning closer. “Why are you sitting so still, Hoon? It’s like you’re… hiding something, are you hiding something from me?.” Jay said with that dangerously low teasing voice. Sunghoon already knew he was done for it, but he didn’t wanna give in, he was strong right? if Sunghoon just ignored Jay long enough he would get bored right?.....

“I’m not,” he said quickly, voice tight.

“Then you wouldn’t mind if I… checked?” Jay said with that smirk on his face, fingers slid higher, brushing the spot just beneath his arm. Sunghoon panicked; his shoulder jerked up instinctively, trapping Jay's hands there.

“Stop—” His voice cracked slightly, betraying him.

Jay gasped playfully, looking at Sunghoon with mock betrayal. “Wait— you are ticklish? You’ve been hiding that from us?” The teasing tone was warm, sing-song, almost smug.

“I’m not,” he said tryna twist away from the teasing touch, but his ears were already turning pink.

“Mhm. Then prove it—let me try this spot…” Jay's fingers wiggled under Sunghoon’s arm and this time, he broke—a stifled laugh burst out before Sunghoon twisted away, pulling his hoodie tighter around him.

“Ahhh, there it is!” Jay says with a grin, clearly delighted. “I knew Mr. Ice Prince had a weak spot.”

Sunghoon ducked his head, refusing to make eye contact, before Sunghoon could protest again, Jay’s hand darted up, fingers slipping under his arm and wiggling just right. Sunghoon’s body jerked, a stifled laugh escaping despite his best effort to stay composed.

“Ahahaha—no, stop! Jay, seriously—hahhah! I can’t—please —ahaha!” He twisted and kicked lightly, cheeks flushed bright red as he gasped for breath between fits of laughter, completely unable to keep a straight face.

Jay’s face said it all—a perfect blend of soft affection and playful tease. His eyes sparkled as he smirked, voice low and teasing. “Look at you, Ice Prince,” he murmured, fingers still dancing lightly. “So ticklish underneath it all, I can’t believe you hid this from us. What will happen when the other members find your cute little secret ” Jay teased

Sunghoon’s eyes went wide, a flush of deep pink rushing over his cheeks. His whole body tensed for a split second before he let out a sharp, breathless laugh.

“No—no way! You can’t tell them!” he gasped, trying to yank his arm back, but Jay’s grip held firm. His laughter spilled over, louder now, a mix of panic and disbelief. “I-if t-the others find out… I’m done—they’ll never let me live this down!”

He twisted, cheeks burning, voice cracking as he stammered through more helpless giggles, completely overwhelmed. Jay’s grin grew even wider, eyes shining with playful warmth. He leaned in, a little closer, voice soft and teasing all at once.

“Oh, don’t worry, prince. I’m sure the others will think it’s adorable—seeing you all cute and giggly like this.” Jay cooed “Besides,” Jay whispered, a soft smile tugging at his lips, “a secret this cute… it’s meant to be shared.”

“PLEAHAHHASE NONONONO!” Sunghoon begged, cheeks flaming as he squirmed, trying (and failing) to pull away. Jay laughed softly, his fingers wiggling one last time under Sunghoon’s arm before coming to a gentle stop. Jay softly ruffled Sunghoon’s hair, smiling warmly as he looked down at him. “Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me… at least for now.” 

Sunghoon just whined softly, his cheeks still pink. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Jay chuckled quietly, tightening his gentle hold around Sunghoon as they settled back into the couch. The TV flickered softly, but neither of them paid much attention anymore. In the warmth of the moment, all the teasing and laughter melted into comfortable silence—just two friends, perfectly at ease, sharing a quiet little world all their own.