Are You Feeling Butterflies?
A/N: Hi there, I hope you’re all doing well! This is my first time posting a fic on here, on Tumblr. I feel like this isn’t good enough or at least not as much as I wish it was. Anyways, to whoever is reading this, I hope you enjoy it! :)
English isn’t my first language but I tried my best!
The parts before the tickling scene are a bit longer than expected, sorry for that. 😔
Summary: After a few weeks noticing that his little brother has been acting somewhat strangely, In-Ho decides that he’s going to get all the information out of him one way or another.
I suck at summaries, I know-
(In this fic In-Ho is in his early 30s and Jun-Ho is a teenager)
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In-ho couldn’t remember exactly the last time he had seen his stepmother and younger brother face to face. Definitely more than a couple of weeks. He was always deeply invested in his work, and that usually ended up taking more of his time than he expected. But what could he say? He loved his job. But no more than his own family. That would never happen.
However, In-ho always managed to look for his family, even if he wasn’t physically present—not as much as he would like to. Every opportunity he had, he would take it to call or text them and make sure everything was fine. Mal-soon, his stepmother, answered all his calls every time he called her. They both had a sincere relationship since she converted into his new mother. In-ho was thankful for that. And she also was.
On the other hand, there was Jun-ho, his younger brother. Since this last was born they both were undeniably inseparable. Normally, they would had a conversation almost every single day. In-ho called him, and Jun-ho answered him. In-ho sent him a message, and Jun-ho replied. That simple. But now—something has changed. In-ho could tell. There weren’t any faster responses and the youngest barely called him either. And let me tell you, that was rare, very rare… And obviously, In-ho wasn’t going to let it pass so easily.
Finally, it came the day when In-ho, alongside his wife, were going to visit Mal-soon and Jun-ho together. The couple was now standing in front of the door of the small, familiar house they both knew so well, waiting for someone to open it for them. “Coming!” A familiar voice sounded inside. The door opened, “Oh, dears, you’re finally here!” It was Mal-soon, with that peculiar tone of warmth and welcoming she used when they were visiting. The oldest woman made a quick movement, indicating to them to go inside.
The next ten minutes led to a quiet conversation. Just talking about everyday things like work, family, friends… But In-ho had something—or rather someone—around in his mind. And obviously, he changed the topic. “Eomeoni, it’s Jun-ho doing well? Lately he barely answers my calls.” The elder woman looked at him a bit disconcerted. “Is that so? Don’t mind him, dear. He’s at that age.” She said while she prepared the tea for the three of them.
“Mmh...” The man hummed. “Well, at least he could try to pretend he still cares for me.” He continued, with a smirk on his face. Mal-soon let out a low laugh. “Oh, you know how teenagers are at this age. And don’t tell him I told you this, but…” The woman lowered her tone. “I think he’s in love.” A smile escaped from In-ho’s lips. “He can be so ready to read sometimes.”
“Ohhh… Maybe he even has a girlfriend, who knows?” In-ho’s wife commented, with an amused expression. The man glanced at the woman in front of him with a raised eyebrow and with that slight playful light in his eyes. “Guess I’ll have to investigate that.” He blinked an eye to her, already standing up from his chair. Of course, this woman would always be his right-hand man. “Please, let us know in detail.” She said with a simple smile, letting a small laugh out. “Don’t take too much advantage of him, dear.” His stepmother let it out aloud and In-ho just smiled at the little advice.
He walked towards Jun-ho’s bedroom. The room’s door was opened, then he poked his head out but there was no sight of the teenager. At that moment, the young man heard something coming from the room next door. In-ho recognised it immediately. His old room. He noticed the door was slightly open and walked there without hesitation. Slowly he started to open it.
Then he saw him. His little brother.
And for some strange reason, there was a bunch of In-ho’s old clothes, the ones he wore when he was Jun-ho’s age or maybe a little bit older, all of it thrown on the floor, while the wardrobe was opened wide. And there was Jun-ho in the middle of the disaster, one knee bent.
In-ho crossed his arms as he leaned on the doorframe, one eyebrow raised. “Ahem.”
Jun-ho raised his head and looked up the exact moments he heard that familiar voice. “Hyung…” The young boy was still wearing his school uniform, with his tie undone and his hair a mess. “What a disaster you are…” The elder murmured, almost for himself. “What were you doing exactly?”
“Nothing.” The teenager said, getting to his feet quickly. “Nothing? This doesn’t look like nothing.” In-ho responded while his gaze swept over the chaos that was now lying now on the room’s floor and shifted it back to the younger of the two.
“I was… looking for more clothes.” Jun-ho said, aparting his sight from his older brother’s.
“And why is that exactly? Don’t you already have enough clothes?”
Before he could say more, In-ho ran a hand to Jun-ho’s side, making him squirm slightly. “You’re sure?” He knew perfectly how things were gonna turn. He just wanted to annoy him, like a good big brother should do—or so he liked to tell himself. And to be fair, he was already missing spending some time with his baby brother.
“Hyung—D-don’t do thahat!” the boy said quickly as he laughed nervously.
“Namdongsaeng, you should ask for my permission first, you know.” In-ho started to nudge him softly towards the bedroom’s bed.
“Nahaha—Stop, stop—!” Jun-ho blurted, his words being interrupted by his own nervous laughter.
“Oh, no, no, no, no. Not until you tell me why you wanted my old clothes…” In-ho taunted. “Come on! Tell me and I’ll let you go.” In-Ho ‘advertised’ him in a teasing tone, now holding him by the wrists. But the only thing Jun-ho could do now was try to free himself from his brother’s hold.
The older had already caught him in his own grip, pinning him down, almost in a ridiculous way for the youngest. “You’re gonna have to tell me what’s happening, namdongsaeng!” He started to pinch Jun-ho’s ribs, an area he knew too well. “You barely answer my messages now,” In-ho insisted. “What’s going on?”
“Nahahaha— I-it’s nohohothihing—” Desperate giggles escaped involuntarily from the teenager’s mouth. In-ho chuckled at the sigh in front of him. Gosh, it was just more than a few weeks not seeing his dearly brother but he was already missing to pick on him. And it was so easy for him to get some laughs and smiles out of the boy—something he loved to hear and see though.
In-ho moved one of his hands from Jun-ho’s ribs to his waist while the other was busy tickling one of the other’s knees.
“PlehehEeaseee— H-hyuuUng! Staha—” Jun-ho wasn’t capable of finishing the sentence, in part because of the sensations he was getting and his own laugh, but also because of his elder brother, who interrupted him. “I think you must be lying to me, ‘cause a little bird told me someone’s falling in love…”
“Ah? Then it’s true? Awww” The older kept mocking him, now changing the spot. His neck. Another bad spot for the poor kid. Jun-ho’s little and desperate giggles started becoming more fluent and a bit louder, without being outrageous.
“You know, namdongsaeng… One of the symptoms of being in love is to feel butterflies in your stomach” The man declared, intensifying the “attack”. “Are you feeling butterflies?”
“Leheheave mehehEhe alOohohone!” He said through his tittering. Jun-ho would never admit it out loud, but it may be right that he always enjoys this type of moments with his big brother. Even if it’s just a little. Though those stupid teasings were kind of embarrassing him.
After a few minutes, In-ho decided to stop and give the youngest a break. Jun-ho’s cheeks were now tinted a light red and there was still a wide smile on his face.
In-ho let himself fall next to him, while Jun-ho tried to catch his breath.
“When you get married I will tell your wife you’re ticklish.”
The teen shot him a threatening look and In-ho just murmured a laugh.
Yep, this was exactly what they both needed.
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