Lee: Jeongin,Felix,Han,Changbin,Seungmin
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— So when you went there alone, you did it during school hours, but when you suggested we go to this old house, it's right after school. Not fair, you know, maybe I was planning to sleep at home and not drag myself to some abandoned old house. — Seungmin grumbled indignantly, stepping over another log on the path.
— You had a chance to say no, nobody's dragging you on a leash. — Jeongin rolled his eyes.
— Are you sure this is even slightly safe? A huge old house, there could be not-so-nice people there, or stray dogs. — asked Felix, internally not fully understanding how he'd been talked into coming here at all.
— Felix is right, the house is old, the floor could be rotten, it might collapse. — said Changbin as his gaze fell on the huge house. The guys stared at it with their mouths open. — And you know, I'm not a fan of thrills.
Jeongin smirked to himself, if they only knew who's going to be giving them thrills...
— Don't worry, it's quiet there, and the floors are solid. — Jeongin said out loud.
The door creaked and fell off.
— Draft, — Changbin snorted, and they went inside.
Jisung, who had been silent the whole time with wide eyes, looked around, but couldn't see much — it was already getting dark.— Does anyone have a flashlight?
— Yeah, hold on.. — Jeongin said and took out his phone.
The silence was frightening; Jeongin had to admit it wasn't this creepy during the day.
— Cozy, — Jisung said, slightly furrowing his brows.
Seungmin, without stopping his whining, walked behind everyone; despite his behavior, his gaze darted nervously around the corners.— And this is what I traded my sleep for, — he rolled his eyes.
The floor somewhere on the second floor creaked, and from somewhere up there came what sounded like a whisper...
— What's that? — asked Jisung.
Changbin rolled his eyes.— What ghosts? Look at the building, it's probably hundreds of years old, of course it'll creak, and all those sounds are probably rats.
Jeongin thought to himself that the ghost usually reveals itself gradually. And it doesn't make noise for no reason.
Then the light went out. Not that there were light bulbs here, but Jeongin's flashlight went out, his phone died, and the twilight light from the windows disappeared — as if something had covered them, like curtains.
— Looks like it's not rats.. — Jisung whispered.
The door slammed shut with a crash. Changbin felt for the handle, but the door wouldn't budge.
— We're trapped.. — he said.
Seungmin, though nervous, rolled his eyes.
— God, don't be as dumb as horror movie heroes. There are windows, aren't there?
But they didn't have time to do anything because they heard it...
— You came after all.. and brought someone~
Jeongin shuddered — the voice was literally whispering in his ear. The guys huddled together, panicking, turning their heads trying to find the source.
— I didn't invite them.. ~— the voice sounded quite cold.
Jeongin took a step forward.
— They're my friends.. they're good — he said quieter than he intended.
Echoing laughter spread through the hall. A loud crash came from somewhere, making the guys jump.
Then the light came on. Dim, but enough to see at least something.
Seungmin realized with horror that he was alone in the hall. The guys weren't there.
He backed up, trying to get closer to the window. He whispered under his breath:— Jeongin, you idiot, I'll kill him if I survive.
— You won't survive~—The voice came right over his ear. Seungmin flinched, ready to scream, but an icy hand covered his mouth.
Seungmin stared in horror at the emptiness before him, but knew someone was standing behind him... and that someone was huge.
Seungmin tried to turn his head, but his body froze.
— Mmmmff!! — Seungmin growled nervously into the ghost's hand.
— You tremble so cutely — whispered right in his ear. Then a weak stream of air blew on his ear and neck.
Seungmin jerked so hard he flew forward. He stumbled across the floor and ran into a closet, around a corner. He closed the door behind him and sat down among some fabrics. It smelled of dust, which crept unpleasantly right into his nose, making Seungmin pinch it and sneeze — thank God silently.
But then nearby he heard:
— 1..2..3..4..5.. I'm coming to find you~
Seungmin covered his mouth with his hand, looking through the crack.
He saw a gleam on the walls that seemed to look around, walk nearby... move vases.
Seungmin didn't even notice how from behind him, the fabrics began to take the shape of hands reaching for him... they covered his eyes. Seungmin screamed loudly, then a second time when something grabbed his sides.
He tumbled out of the closet, fell on his stomach, then rolled onto his back, propped himself up on his elbows on the floor, and watched in horror as that white silhouette crawled out of the closet, appearing and disappearing.
— No, no!! Get away!! AAAA—
Seungmin's scream, when the silhouette loomed over him, and when his desperate kick passed through the figure, suddenly broke off turning into a squeal and laughter? The ghost's terrible fingers suddenly dug into his stomach.
— HEY HEY HEY HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?
Seungmin tried to cover his stomach with his hands, but his hands were pinned to the floor above his head by something... and then invisible feathers stuck there for good, making the guy squeal.
— You hide terribly, you know? Think just because you ran around the corner, that's my blind spot, hmm? — the ghost whispered teasingly.
Seungmin jerked hard, trying to free his hands from the death grip.
— Don't like being held? Well, if it makes it easier for you.. — with these words, the grip on Seungmin's hands disappeared; he immediately curled into a ball, but that didn't save him from the tickling.
Seungmin twisted, trying to get rid of those annoying fingers. But no matter what he did, the tickling, despite everything, seemed to become more insistent.
— HOW DO YOU DO THAT?!?!? — Seungmin shouted indignantly through laughter, feeling the fear slowly starting to fade. — YOU'RE NOT EVEN TOUCHING ME!!
And indeed, the ghost was just lying nearby, propping his head up with his hand.
— Why would I need to touch you??? I prefer watching you squirm... like a fish on a hook~
The voice sounded in Seungmin's head and was already starting to annoy him.
— I'M NOOHOHOT A FIHEHEHESH!!!
— No? — the ghost tilted his head, his eyes sparkling teasingly — Well, let's check.
Seungmin felt something cold run from his armpits to his waist, up and down. Seungmin actually jumped.
— STOHOHOHOP!!! STOHOHOHOP!!
— Stop? — the ghost pretended to think. — I've only just begun. You didn't think I'd give up that quickly, did you? I.. well, haven't played hide and seek for about a hundred years.. and you got caught so fast, it's disappointing.
— I DON'T WANT TO PLAY YOUR GAMES!!!
— You'll have to, — the ghost whispered softly, his voice becoming lower — You know what happens to those who refuse to play with ghosts?
The ghost's fingers slowed to stroking, Seungmin breathed heavily and looked at him.
— They get eaten. Alive — the ghost smiled predatorily, and suddenly almost shark-like teeth began to protrude from his mouth. Seungmin could swear he probably turned pale. — Slowly, piece by piece, first toes, then fingers..
— OKAY OKAY, I GET IT!! I'LL PLAY! — Seungmin blurted out, interrupting the ghost.
The ghost blinked his huge eyes.
— Really? — his voice innocent again — Then.. let's play "guess where I'll tickle you next."
— That's not a game, it's torture!!
— Depends on who you ask, — the ghost chuckled, and snapped his fingers.. In that same second, Seungmin felt his stomach tingle, as if weak electricity spread over its entire surface. He squealed and burst into laughter. He didn't even notice when his jacket had flown off him and his t-shirt had rolled up to his chin, completely exposing his stomach.
— HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! STOP!! PLEASE! HAHAHAHA!!
— Please? — the ghost leaned to his ear — You know how to beg, don't you? You don't like my game? Well then, let's play.. — the ghost paused — ...who'll be the next to meet me.
The tickling stopped, and the last thing Seungmin saw was that silhouette sinking through the floor.
Changbin tumbled down the stairs, painfully hitting some pipe. Around him was impenetrable darkness, and it smelled of dampness... and something metallic.
— Damn it.. — he hissed, rubbing his bruised spot.
He fumbled for a lighter in his pocket and flicked it. The weak flame showed a piece of wall, brick, shards, some hooks.
Changbin took a step forward and froze.
On the walls were chains, metal loops... on the floor rags that, Changbin thought, resembled something terrible. There were construction materials on the floor, a drill, hammers... there was rust on the walls, but in Changbin's eyes it was certainly much worse than rust.
— Holy shit... — Changbin exhaled, feeling his heart pounding in his throat. — This is a madman's lair.. or something worse.
Changbin inhaled. Exhaled.
A terrible rusty creak, and the feeling of someone's presence prevented him from pulling himself together.
Calm down, Changbin. You're a skeptic. You don't believe in this nonsense. It's just creaks, just shadows.. not ghosts..
Changbin turned hoping to find the way out, when the staircase in the darkness disappeared. And at the end of the corridor, far, far away, in the pitch darkness, Changbin made out the outline of a face. Then a silhouette. It approached, grew... becoming higher and higher, and now even exceeded normal human height. A terrible white-gray figure. With black eyes, and a mouth that now looked like a scar.
— Why are you trembling, brave one?
Changbin felt something breathe on his back; he turned around..
— Can I just leave and never come back here?! — he said, trying to keep his composure.
— Leave? — the voice sounded in his ear and Changbin turned back.. the figure stood two meters from him.. — no problem. But to get out, you just need.. to walk through me, nothing complicated, right?
— Go ahead. — the ghost spread his arms — I don't bite.
Changbin took a step forward. Another. The ghost stood motionless.. but his eyes followed Changbin's every move. The guy passed by him, and already seemed to believe in salvation...
...when someone's hands grabbed his ribs.
Changbin didn't understand how he ended up back where he started..
— Quick, — the ghost smiled — but not quick enough..
— Let you go? — the ghost would have raised an eyebrow if he had one — Am I holding you?
And indeed.. Changbin realized he could easily get up.. which he did. But at that moment, his ribs started tickling wildly. Changbin literally fell to the floor, and the dull pain from the impact was almost immediately softened by something.
— Careful, — the ghost whispered, watching the back of Changbin's head as he writhed from the tickling.
— HAHAHAHAHA — Changbin squealed, hugging himself — SHIT SHIT HAHAHAHAHA.
He jerked, kicking his feet on the floor. He pressed his lips tightly together, which made his laughter sound like: MFFMFMHMHMHPMFFMHMHMMMMM!!!! — but when the ghost dug into his chest muscles, he gave up.
— NOT THERE NOT THERE NOT THERE!!! HAHAHAHAHA
— Not there? — the fingers moved slightly lower, under the chest muscles — Here?
— Cutie — the fingers ran over his chest, attacking the most sensitive spots — And here? And here?
Changbin rolled on the floor, trying to cover up. The ghost hovered over him.
— You scrunch your nose very cutely, — the ghost noted. — When you laugh. I'll remember that.
Changbin, unable to take it anymore:
— REMEMBER WHATEVER YOU WANT JUST STOP!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
The ghost, who had been tormenting the guy's armpits for some time, thought.
— I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!! STOHOHOHOP!!
The ghost stopped tickling Changbin.
— Okay, okay. — he looked appraisingly at Changbin, who with an adorable blush covered his face with his hands and breathed heavily — What's up?
Changbin looked at him in bewilderment.
And the ghost floated up into that ceiling.
Felix lay under the bed, covering his mouth with his hand. His hands trembled, as did he himself. He didn't remember how he ended up in this room. He heard breathing. Not his own. From the direction of the closet. But that became unimportant when the door creaked.
A draft ran through the room. The curtains swayed. Footsteps..
Under the bed, Felix covered his mouth with both hands, trying not to breathe. His heart pounded somewhere in his throat, tears already welling up in his eyes. Just don't find me, just don't find me, just don't...
And suddenly a terrible white head lowered and looked under the bed.
Felix screamed, jerked back, and would certainly have hit his head on the bedsprings if at the last second a cold palm hadn't come between his head and the metal.
— Careful, — the ghost said softly.
Felix froze, unable to utter a word. He stared into those huge black eyes and felt tears running down his cheeks. Not from pain. From fear. From this icy cold. From the fact that the monster from horror stories was now looking right at him.
— Hey, — he called. — What's wrong?
Felix was silent. Only tears dripped onto the dusty floor.
— Did I bite you? — the ghost tried to joke. — Offend you? I put my hand out, did you see?
— What's wrong with you... — the ghost sighed. — Okay. Let's try differently.
He snapped his fingers, and Felix's legs bent at the knees by themselves and slid out from under the bed. Felix jerked, trying to pull them back, but they seemed frozen — sticking straight up, exposed, defenseless.
The ghost gracefully sat on the edge of the bed right above Felix. Now in front of him, at chest level, were two bare feet. Felix lay on his stomach, face buried in the floor, whimpering quietly.
— You know, — the ghost mused, examining his feet. — You have very cute socks
He ran his finger along the arch of his foot.
— Oh, — the ghost perked up. — Sensitive?
Another touch. Already with two fingers.
Felix bit his lip and gripped the floor with his hands. A strangled sound gurgled in his throat — a mix of fear and laughter trying to escape.
— Interesting... — the ghost began running his fingers over the whole foot, studying the reaction. — Ticklish here? And here? What about like this?
Felix twitched at every touch, but remained silent. Only tears rolled down his cheeks, and his breathing hitched into sobs.
— Silent? — the ghost tilted his head. — Fine. Don't want to play — don't have to. But I won't let you be bored.
He got up, went to the closet, and sharply opened the door.
— NO!!! NO-NO-NO-NO-NO-NO!!!
Jisung flew out of the closet like scalded cat, darted around the room and ended up crashing into the bed, falling right in front of Felix. From under the bed, he could see his friend's face twisted in terror.
— You know what I do with those who come to my house uninvited? — the ghost's voice became low and threatening.
— Wh-what? — Jisung squeaked.
— I... — the ghost approached his face, his eyes widening, teeth starting to protrude — ...WILL GUT YOUR STOMACH!!!
— AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH!!! — Jisung screamed, squeezing his eyes shut.
And at that same second, long cold fingers dug into his stomach, tickling his skin very quickly.
— AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA — Jisung's eyes flew open. — WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT!!!!
— You thought I was serious? — the ghost smirked, continuing the attack. — How naive you are...
The ghost pulled up Jisung's shirt, and his fingers ran over his soft skin. Han giggled, jerking from side to side.
— HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! NO!!! STOP!!!
The ghost glanced quickly under the bed where Felix still lay.
— Look, — the ghost said affectionately, continuing to methodically work on Han's stomach. — Look how much your friend likes it.
— I DON'T LIKE IT!!! — Jisung shouted through laughter.
— Hear that? — the ghost continued addressing Felix. — He's laughing so cheerfully. That means he's enjoying himself.
— I FEEL TERRIBLE!!! — Jisung jerked when the fingers ran over his ribs.
— See how active he is? — the ghost ignored his screams. — Not resisting at all, relaxed, enjoying himself.
— WHY CAN'T I MOVE?! — Jisung squealed, trying to jerk and realizing his body seemed glued to the floor.
— Because you feel good, — the ghost explained affectionately. — You just don't want to leave.
— I DO!!! I REALLY WANT TO LEAVE!!!
— Look, Felix, — the ghost nodded at Jisung. — How happy he looks. Cheeks flushed, eyes shining, smile ear to ear. Adorable.
— HELP!!! — Jisung screamed at the ceiling. He exhaled when a break finally came — ...this is too much.. — Jisung groaned, wrapping his arms around himself.
Felix watched this and didn't notice the ghost looking at him.
Felix felt something like little brushes tickling his soles... he twitched and giggled. His voice was low.
— You have a beautiful voice, — the ghost noted, along with the brushes sending light impulses to Felix's stomach, making him laugh louder.
Felix jerked, trying either to cover his stomach or pull his legs from the ticklish trap, but nothing helped. The brushes fluttered over his soles, while light impulses precisely hit the most sensitive spots on his stomach.
— Wait? — the ghost tilted his head, but didn't stop. — Wait for what? I've already waited a hundred years.
— I... I CAN'T HANDLE IT THAT FAST!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!
— How can you handle it? — the ghost pretended to be genuinely interested. — Slower?
He slightly slowed the brushes, and Felix's laugh immediately became lower, returning to its usual velvety register.
The ghost looked thoughtfully at Han, then back at Felix.
— What about this? — he asked.
The brushes went crazy. They ran over his soles at a frantic speed, getting between his toes, teasing his heels, going over the most tender spots. And Felix's laugh crawled upward again.
— HAHAHAHAHAHAHA NO!!! NO-NO-NO-NO-NO!!! THAT'S TOO MUCH!!!
— Too much? — the ghost pretended to think. — What about this?
The impulses on his stomach intensified, joining the attack on his feet. Felix shrieked so loudly that Jisung covered his ears. Felix rolled on the floor, laughed, cried, and laughed again, his voice swinging between bass and falsetto like crazy.
— I GIVE UP!!! I GIVE UP!!! — he finally shouted. — ENOUGH!!! PLEASE!
— Already? — the ghost stopped. — Already?
— Okay, — the ghost sighed with slight regret.
Felix collapsed on the floor, breathing heavily. Eyes wet, cheeks red, hair sticking out in all directions, but on his face — a completely happy smile.
The silhouette rose and suddenly froze. His head jerked toward the door, eyes widening.
— Oh, — he exhaled. — And here comes the one who started it all.
In the corridor, the silhouette of Jeongin flashed as he ran past the room.
— Hey! — the ghost called and dashed after him.
Jeongin ran into a room, and the ghost followed him. He pressed himself against the wall.
— You're talkative today! — Jeongin said, already starting to giggle at the approaching silhouette.
— Does it bother you? — asked the voice.
— Good then — and ticklish waves crashed down on Jeongin. Right on his neck!
— NOHOHOHOHO!!! HAHAHAHAHA
He fell to the floor, sat up, and then lay on his back. When something like little feathers ran over his ribs, he laughed louder, trying to fight back, which frankly wasn't working.
The ghost lay down beside him, propping his head on his hand. While feathers and waves attacked Jeongin, the ghost carefully placed his hand on his head, stroking.
— I missed you, — he said, quieter now, giving Jeongin a break.
— It's only been two days.. but honestly, I didn't forget about you either. — Jeongin added shyly.
The ghost smiled with his eyes. He put his hand under Jeongin's armpit and tickled there.
— HEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!!! STOHOHOHOP!!
Jeongin curled into a ball, squealing.
— Just a little more.. — the ghost drawled, attacking his sides.
— HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! OKAY OKAY OKAY!! — Jeongin pounded the floor with his hands. The fingers seemed to be everywhere — too fast, too many, too ticklish.
And then it all stopped. Jeongin lay with his eyes closed.
— You've changed a lot since our last meeting.
— I was afraid then to say too much and scare you away.. now that you came back, I thought I could be myself? But if it bothers you, I can go back to..
— No need. This.. this is better, actually.
— You really think so? I thought it might be annoying..
— No, not at all. You seem more.. genuine like this. Not that you're predictable, but sincere.
The ghost seemed to glow a little brighter, and Jeongin felt a weightless tickling on his cheek and along his neck.
— Okay okay okay, enough enough! — he giggled.
— Come by more often.. with this lineup.
Outside it was already dark. Four guys stood in a huddle by the entrance, exchanging glances and trying to tidy themselves up.
— Oh, you're back, — Seungmin muttered when Jeongin approached. — Took you long enough.
— Why are you so disheveled? — asked Changbin, examining his tousled hair.
— And you? — Jeongin retorted.
All four turned away in unison.
— Anyway, — Jisung began, nervously giggling. — That was...
— Weird, — Felix finished.
— Creepy, — added Seungmin.
— Funny, — Changbin unexpectedly admitted and immediately corrected himself: — I mean, not funny, but... well, you know.
— He's cool, — Felix suddenly said.
— What? — Felix shrugged. — He put his hand out so I wouldn't hit my head. And... and he spoke gently. And actually...
— And actually you're smiling, — Jisung finished for him.
Felix opened his mouth to object, and realized there was nothing to object to.
— Exactly, — Jeongin chuckled.
They walked back along the path, still flinching at every rustle, but smiling for some reason.
— I wonder if he can go outside the building?
