Not Enough part 1
Taejin - Lee!Taehyung - Ler!Seokjin
!! There is no tickling in this part! This fic just happened to have a rather long introduction, so I decided to make it two parts! Keep this in mind while reading! !!
Thank you to @ticklyjiminy for the ideas! Go follow this chick for good BTS tickling content, and she’s really sweet!
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The three youngest in BTS are all pranksters. No matter what you may tell yourself, you can’t deny it. They may appear cute and innocent on the outside, but once you really know them, it’s obvious they truly are little demons, and the worst is Kim Taehyung.
Sure, Jungkook is bad, and Jimin is always the one naive enough to be be pulled into everything, but Taehyung is the real ring leader, and when it comes to solo pranks, you can bet it’s always Taehyung.
He can’t help it, he’s a little tease, and secretly loves provoking people. If he can get just a little tickled out of it, isn’t that mission accomplished?
Today, he was going to pull one his favourites. A classic done so many times it was impossible to count. He had done it a few times before through the years, once to a poor, pure, unsuspecting Jungkook, and once to Hoseok. Both had gone over really well, and there were no hard feelings. But he had picked the wrong day, the wrong victim, this time.
Seokjin had just finished putting away the dishes late that night after a long and hard day at work. He was exhausted, he ached all over, and his throat felt rough and scratchy. He was so ready to just go to his room and collapse, to sleep for hours upon hours on end, knowing he didn’t have to go to the studio until the afternoon the next day. He was ready to sleep forever!
What he didn’t know, though, was that the second he opened the door to his shared room with Yoongi, a bucket of cold, moist and smelly homemade slime was waiting for him. He didn’t even know what had happened at first, and he froze, completely stunned.
It took Taehyung’s cackling to pull Seokjin from his shock, and with a new energy he checked himself to see what the hell was covering him. What he found was a light blue liquid like substance he knew all too well from the last two times he had had to clean it.
A dry chuckle left Seokjin when he realized he had just been pranked, and he tried to find it in himself to not be angry with Taehyung. It was just harmless, right? Just for fun.
But it had just been a really bad day.
Seokjin shoved Taehyung out of his way as the younger came bouncing up to him, beaming. He was so proud of himself, for managing to prank his Hyung so flawlessly! But when he was rudely pushed away when he came to Jin’s side, he began to realize that Jin didn’t seem too amused. In fact, he seemed the exact opposite.
“Hyung...?”
It was too late, though. Jin had disappeared into the nearby bathroom, slamming the door shut rather loudly behind him, which caused Taehyung to jump slightly. In the silence of the dorm, the younger could hear the sound of the lock, along with the sound of a shuddery sob.
What... what just happened?
Taehyung wasn’t quite sure of what to do, or of anything at that moment to be honest, but he was absolutely positive what had just happened was his fault, and that meant he had to do something to fix this problem. The gentle pattering from the shower was audible through the wall, so he knew Seokjin was getting cleaned up. That would give him some time to do /something/.
The first thing he did was run to his room, where he found his freshly washed clothes sitting on his bed. A zing of guilt zapped through his chest when he realized Jin must’ve put them there just moments before he had gone to his own room. Why had he thought the prank would be a good idea?
Sighing, he grabbed the warmest articles of clothing there. Since they were fresh from the dryer, the heat just radiated off them, and he knew Seokjin would appreciate the warmth. He picked out a cute pastel blue hoodie he often wore around the house, along with a pair of white shorts. He made the mental decision that underwear wasn’t important, as they would probably head to bed soon anyways.
Clothes picked, he rushed downstairs to the kitchen. Namjoon, Hoseok and Yoongi were there, talking over some sort of important work stuff. Already feeling too guilty, Taehyung didn’t say anything to them as he stole some of the hot water Namjoon had boiled to make tea, and he used it to make a nice, tall mug of hot chocolate for his Hyung, who would soon be out of the shower.
Seeming to sense Taehyung was avoiding them for a reason, the three Hyungs at the table refrained from calling him out as he left. However, they would soon find out what had happened, when Yoongi made his way up to his room much later.
Just as Taehyung got upstairs, Jin was poking his head out of the bathroom door wrapped in a towel, scanning the hallway for any of the other members. He didn’t want any of them to see him, because he knew that it was obvious when he had been crying, and he really wasn’t in the mood to be bombarded with questions.
His gaze fell on Taehyung, and his first reaction was to slam the door shut and hide. To ignore the younger until a different time. However, Taehyung was quick to grab the handle to the door and force it back open, causing Jin to stumble forward, conveniently right into the younger’s arms.
Feeling Taehyung’s warmth, Jin melted instantly, and Taehyung was grateful for the small sign of forgiveness. It gave him a reason to wrap the arm with the clothes draped over it around Jin’s back, and hold him close.
“I know you probably don’t want to hear it, but give me a chance, alright?” Seokjin shot Taehyung a look that told him to get on with it, although the older clearly wasn’t going anywhere soon, as he was still tucked in close against Taehyung’s chest. It made the younger giggle as he continued.
“I didn’t realize you were having such a bad day, Hyung, but I really shouldn’t have done that anyways. Not to you, at least! You do so much for us, and you’ve been working so hard recently. That was so mean of me.”
Leaning away, Taehyung held out of the warm clothes and steaming hot chocolate. “Could this make up for it though?” He asked almost shyly, and Jin pretended to think about it.
Of course he was ready to forgive Taehyung. He knew the younger hadn’t intended to make him so upset, and it wasn’t his fault that his day had been miserable. But he still liked to tease.
He adjusted the towel wrapped around his waist, and let out a long breath. “I think I can forgive you,” He responded, and Taehyung giggled with relief. “However, you have to clean my floor, and I’m sleeping in your bed tonight. Sound good?”
Beaming, Taehyung nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, Hyung! You go get dressed, and I’ll clean up right awa-“
A loud yell from somewhere nearby cut the poor blond off.
“What is on my floor?!”
