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Jisung shouldâve known the moment he walked through the dorm door that he was dead. Basically a pig for slaughter.
Because seven pairs of eyes snapped toward him the second he stepped inside, and all of them carried that same expression...that mixture of betrayal, amusement, and giddy anticipation. And maybe, maybe, he could have run if he hadnât frozen right there like a deer in headlights.
Too late.
âTake. Your. Shirt. Off.â Chan said, arms crossed, voice thick with the kind of sweetness that meant danger.
Jisung clutched his hoodie like a shield. ââŠWhy?â He glanced between all the members.
âBecause,â Minho said, stepping forward with that slow predatory walk, âLike an idiot, you got more tattoos.â
âI didnâtâ well I didââ His words tangled together as Changbin grabbed him by the back of the hoodie and physically hauled him toward the couch.
They didnât even pretend to fight fair. His wrists were tied above his head and attached to the damn support column behind the couch, stretching him out just enough that his ribs and stomach were vulnerable. His hoodie was peeled off and discarded. His undershirt was pushed up to his armpits. Every inch of his torso was exposed, includingâ
Those tattoos.
Seven of them now, all littered across his torso. His sides and ribs and tummy covered in the gorgeous red ink.
Seven lip prints. Seven members, their names curling around the lower lip with their own handwriting. Seven crisp, perfectly inked tattoos placed in the worst, most sensitive spots on his body.
âOh my god,â Jeongin whispered, pressing a hand to his chest like he was witnessing something profoundly stupid. âHyung, what is wrong with you?â
Jisung squeaked and tugged his shirt back down. âI thought they were cute!â
âThey are,â Felix said, eyes shining with genuine awe. âTheyâre, like⊠the cutest things ever. You got our lip prints? Our names?â
Chan brushed his thumb over the lip print labeled âChannie,â eyes warm despite the wicked smile tugging at his lips.
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âGod, Sungie⊠you really tattooed my mouth onto your ribs,â he murmured. âThatâs so stupidly cute.â
Jisungâs face flushed. âItâlooks goodâ??â
Chan leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to it. âYes, baby. It does. Which is why weâre starting with me.â
He took a breath.
And blew the deepest raspberry right onto the tattoo. He blew, long and slow, vibrating every nerve in Jisungâs torso.
Jisung let out an honest-to-god squawk, back arching helplessly. His head flew back and the laughter poured.
Chan held him down with one arm while his free hand clawed wickedly into Jisungâs trembling side. Nails dragging. Palm squeezing. Fingers digging into every spot he knew would break him.
âYou canât get matching ink without telling us...â Chan said between raspberries, voice bouncing with mischief. âYou know better.â
âIHIHIHIHI DIHIHIDNâT THIHIHINK IT WOULD MAHHAHATTER!!â Jisung wailed, bucking in every direction.
"You're gonna apologize to each and every one of us. For getting these without telling us. And for being so fucking cute." Chan ended, his hands still wiggling over those shaky sides. "So?"
"Ihihihi'm sohohohohhorryy!!" Jisung squeaked, wiggling a little at the sight of those hands. "Really!!" He added when Chan teasingly dipped closer.
"That's right."
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Minho climbed onto the couch with all the casual menace of a cat deciding to sit on your laptop. He rested two fingers on his lip print â right on Jisungâs lower ribs â and tapped it twice.
âExplain,â he said simply.
"I thought it was cute, okay?!" Jisung squeaked, trying to squirm away from those wickedly ticklish fingers. "I lihike you guys a lot!! So I got them..." He averted his eyes shyly.
âIt is cute,â Minho said, leaning down. âThatâs the problem.â He blew a sharp, violent raspberry that made Jisung shriek.
"WAHAHAHAHAITT!! WAHAHAAHAIT HYUNG MEHEHEHERCY!!"
âOhhh, this is a good spot,â Minho purred, tracing the tattoo with one finger. Jisung arched, hiccuping on his own laughter when Minhoâs nail slid just under the spot. Wiggling right against that rib.
âSTOP TRACING ITâ IHIHIHI CAHAHAHANâT!!â
Minho traced the outline of the lip print with three fingers. Jisung dissolved. His laughter went high-pitched, breathless, almost silent.
âThatâs the point.â
Minho nuzzled into the tattoo, nibbling, sending sparks all over Jisungâs skin before blowing three rapid-fire raspberries in a row.
Jisung lost it, thrashing so hard the couch squeaked.
âIHIHIHIHIâM SAHAHAHARRYYYY MINHO HYUNG IâM SOHOHOHORRRYYY!!!â
Minho kissed the tattoo sweetly. âMuch better.â
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Changbin took one look at his lip print â stamped on Jisungâs side â and actually put a hand over his heart. âYou little idiot,â He said gently. âThis is so adorable.â
Jisung blinked hopefully. âSoooo youâre not gonnaâ?â
Changbin cracked his knuckles. âOf course Iâm gonna.â He chuckled heartily, leaning down to get a better angle.
âNOHOHOHO!!â
Changbin grabbed him firmly around the waist and blew a raspberry so explosive Jisungâs legs almost broke the restraints.
âBIIIIHIHIHIHNNNNNN!!â
âAw, youâre already screaming? And I didnât even use my hands yet~â He wrapped both big hands around Jisungâs sides and squeezed â fast, strong, merciless bursts that sent him hurtling into silent laughter.
âNOHOHOHAHAâIHIHIHI CAHAHAHâBINNNN PLEASEEE!!â
Changbin poked him right under the tattoo. âSay it.â
âIHIHIHIâM SOSOSOSOSO SORRY!! CHANGBIN HYUNG IâM SOHOHHOORYYYâ!â He squealed and that was when Bin finally let up.
"Good."
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Hyunjin stepped forward, eyes sparkling with mischiefâŠand affection. He traced his lip printâsitting low on Jisungâs tummy near his hipbone âwith delicate fingertips.
âYou put mine somewhere so cute~â he whispered. âYouâre gonna die.â
Jisung burst into pleading instantly. âHyuneâJinnie PLEASE!!â
Hyunjin blew a raspberry so brutal Jisung screamed like a kettle. âHYUUUUUHUHUNGG!!! OHMYFUCKINGGODâPLEASE!!â
Hyunjin laughed breathlessly. âYouâre so, so ticklish here. Itâs adorable.â
Hyunjin danced his nails around the tattoo, slow, deliberate spirals that made Jisungâs tummy jump with each pass.
âWhen you got this done,â Hyunjin murmured, blowing another raspberry, âdid you think about how ticklish itâd be? Or was your brain just empty and full of love?â
He used his long fingers to scribble tiny, devastating circles around the tattoo. Up the edge of Jisungâs tummy. Over the hipbone. Right back into the tattoo. Jisung was shaking violently, tears streaming.
âIHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHANâTâHYUNE PLEASEâIâM SOHOHORRY!!â
"Good boy." Hyunjin laughed. "Get him, Lix."
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Felix slid onto the floor and rested his chin on the couch cushion near Jisungâs chest, hands warm on his stomach.
He looked up with the softest eyes in the world.
âYou got my lips right under your sternumâŠ?? Hyung⊠thatâs so sweet I could cry.â He pouted, eyes all sparkly.
He peppered the spot with kisses softly. But his hands?? They weren't as nice.
His thumbs rubbed rough, teasing circles on Jisungâs lower sides while his mouth attacked the tattoo without mercy. Jisung kicked frantically, his head sinking back with laughter so frantic it sounded musical.
âStop laughing so cute,â Felix teased. âIt makes me wanna keep going.â He blew another one, higher-pitched this time, then peppered tiny raspberry-kisses all around the tattoo until Jisung was kicking helplessly against the restraints.
âIHIHIHIHIâM NOHOT CUTE!!â
"That's such a lie. You should apologize twice for that."
"IM SOHOHOHO SOHOHOHORRY!! SO SOHOHOHORRYYY!!" Sung howled in response.
"Eh, I'll grant you mercy. Mainly 'cause Seung won't give you any." Lixie smirked.
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Jisung was already a limp, giggly mess by the time Seungmin stepped forward. His hair was sticking to his forehead, his cheeks were flushed pink, and every time someone shifted beside him, he flinched like another tickle was coming.
Seungmin crouched beside him with a smug little smirk, eyeing his lip print on the ribcage like it was his personal property. âYou seriously put mine here?â he said. âYouâre insane. You put it right on your lower ribs. These are the spots that make you go stupid, arenât they?â
âIHIHIHIHI LIHIHIKED THE DESIGN!!â
âMmhm~"
Jisungâs face burst red. âSeungminnie, câmon, Iâm alrâ Iâm already dying, please!!â
Seungmin hooked one finger under Jisungâs rib and wiggled it cruelly.
âSEUNGMIIHIHIHIHIâ STOHOHOHOPâ NOT THATââ
âThatâs exactly why Iâm doing it.â
He kissed the tattoo once, then started poking up the ribcage in perfect rhythm with Jisungâs breathing â catching every inhale, every gasp.
And then he vibrated his thumbs deep into the muscle right beneath Jisungâs ribs while blowing another long, drawn-out raspberry right onto his tattoo.
Jisung lost everything. His voice, his breath, his mind â gone. He writhed helplessly, laughter bursting out of him in raw, desperate screams.
âFUUHUHUHUHUUUCKK!! SEHUHUHUHUNGMIHIHIHIIN!! WAHAHAIT WAHAIT WAHAITâIâM SOHOHOHOHOOH SORRYYY!!â
It wasnât until Jisungâs eyes went glossy, laughter fading into exhausted little hiccups between giggles, that Seungmin finally stopped. He brushed gentle thumbs over the tattoo, soothing the overstimulated skin.
âThere you go,â He whispered, letting his voice soften for the first time. âGood job, hyung.â
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Jeongin pokes the tattoo. Just one sharp, curious poke.
Jisung yips like a startled puppy, then slams his eyes shut as if that would somehow protect him.
âOh, this is going to be incredible.â Jeongin whispers reverently, studying the tattoo like itâs a holy relic. âWaitâ look how cute it is. You even got the little smudge in the corner⊠awhh. Youâre so soft for us.â
Jisung lets out a broken whine. âJeonginâŠpleaseâŠdonâtâŠ!â
âAwhhh, hyung,â The maknae cooed. âIf you didnât want me to tickle you, you shouldâve put this tattoo somewhere less easy to destroy you.â
And then he bends down, lips pressing to his own tattoo.
The moment he blows the first raspberry, Jisung detonates.
âJEHEHEHEHEONGHIHIHIHINâ!!â
Itâs a wild, sharp, panicked laugh â the kind that jumps straight from his lungs without warning, all raw edges and frantic pitches. Jeongin beams like heâs just discovered fire.
âWow! You got loud so fast!â
âNOHOHOHOHOHOâNOT THAHAHAHAATâIHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHANâT!!â
âYou barely survived five seconds,â Jeongin scoffs, brushing hair from his forehead just to tickle behind his ear with a teasing fingertip. âYouâre embarrassing yourself.â
âIHIHIHIHIHIâM SOHOHOHOHORRY!! IHIHIHIHIâM SAHAHAHARRYY IHIHINNIEEEE!!â
âOh?â Jeongin pauses, lips hovering over the tattoo. âSay it again. But nicely.â
âJEHOHOHOHONGIN IâM SOHOHOHOHOOH SORRYâPLEHEHEASEâSTOHOHOP!!â
It feels almost loving, how he cupped Jisungâs ribcage⊠Almost tender, how he breathed against the ink⊠Almost sweet, the way he kissed the exact shape of his lips on Jisungâs skin.
Jeongin finally pulls back, panting slightly, cheeks puffed from how intense that last one was.
He pats the tattoo affectionately.
âI forgive you,â He announced brightly. âYou suffered beautifully.â
Jisung is trembling. Half-laughing, half-whimpering, his voice shredded, his chest heaving up and down.
By the time they finished, Jisung was a trembling mess â eyes swollen from laughing, cheeks flushed, hair plastered to his forehead with sweat.
He hiccupped weakly, still giggling through aftershocks.
Chan untied his wrists with gentle hands. âYou okay, baby?â
Jisung nodded rapidly. Then shook his head. Then nodded again. âI swehehehear I'hihihim nehehehver getting an impromptu tattoo again.â
Jokes on them, he was already planning the next one.
next fic: torture part 4
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