Melt
Hey gigglers (:
This is a drabble for day 30 of Tickletober.
Fandom: Squid Game
Characters: The Salesman, In-Ho
TRIGGER WARNING - Characters are drunk
In-Ho rarely ever got drunk. He drank a lot - that was for sure. But he never actually got drunk. He was too composed for that. I mean, it wasn't like he hated fun. Fun just...wasn't in his blood. That was pretty typical for a person with zero empathy. The Salesman, however, liked to have fun despite his sociopathic personality. That was one of the reason's In-Ho had hired the man - he was serious and vicious enough to exploit people and lead them into death games without losing sleep at night, but he wasn't stoic enough to not be able to have a little fun while playing games with his recruitees in the process. In-Ho and the Salesman had become good friends throughout the course of their working relationship. And, of course, one thing that friends are extra good for is peer pressure. So when the Salesman asked the Frontman if he wanted to go to a club on Halloween night and get wasted, In-Ho just thought - oh what the hell, it's once a year.
But here's an ironic twist - it was the Salesman, not In-Ho, who had to suffer from the consequences of the Frontman's intoxication. In-Ho did a lot of things last night that he would deny to his grave. One of them was smearing melted chocolate all over the Salesman's briefcase on the taxi ride home, (which the Salesman, looking out the window, hadn't noticed till they'd gotten back to his place). While the Salesman made up his couch for In-Ho to sleep, the Frontman was just giggling away. Goodness knows what he was giggling about.
"There, it's ready. See you in the morning-"
In-Ho lay on the couch but didn't sleep. Instead, he just started singing - quite loudly, but surprisingly on tune. The Salesman had to listen to some sloppy love song while he was brushing his teeth, (although the Frontman had replaced nearly every second word with 'Player 456'. Yeah, no way he could deny having a crush on that guy now). The Salesman was fucking exhausted. He needed sleep, and couldn't hold back his anger, (he was drunk after all).
He purposefully spat his toothpaste in the sink before yelling across the house - "Shut the fuck up!!"
There was silence for a moment. Another moment. A third. And than In-Ho just started singing again. Of course, the only logical solution was to hit the man in the head with his briefcase. It was the Salesman's signature weapon after all.
He (rather drunkedly) stormed off to his bedroom and grabbed the sacred object, marching back to the living room to where In-Ho was lying on the couch, singling and swinging his legs up and down like a school girl with a crush. The black-haired man lifted his briefcase threateningly above In-Ho but, surprisingly, the man didn't flinch. He just...laughed. The Salesman raised a very annoyed eyebbrow.
"Ihihit's covered in chocolate!", In-Ho giggled, before tossing his head back and cackling like a mad man. The Salesman inspected his briefcase and, sure enough, it was covered in melted chocolate. Okay, that was the last straw. His patience had reached it's end.
"You...you did this", he said, practically fuming, "That's my favourite briefcase and now it's all covered in...melted..."
The younger couldn't finish his sentence. In-Ho was still cackling away. God, he was fuming.
"You think this is a joke? I'll show you funny-"
The Salesman didn't know why he did it. He wasn't even sure if it would work. But the sound of In-Ho's hysterical laughter had given him an idea, and his intoxicated self had thought it was worth giving it a shot.
But it did work.
As soon as the Salesman's fingers made contact with the thin fabric of In-Ho's shirt, and curled around his sides, the Frontman was screeching. His laughter went from amused to pained in an instant.
Wow. This was definitely a sight to see. The Salesman experimented, gently kneading the man's ribs. His laughter got even more high pitched and he started to shake violently, flailing all of his limbs but being too weak to fight back.
Oh, how the Salesman wished he could film this. But if he went to grab his phone his victim would just escape. To see the normally completely stoic Frontman drunk was one thing, but to see him get ticklish? Before In-Ho's continuous giggling had annoyed the Salesman. But, now that the Frontman was laughing at his own expense, the younger actually felt like he could appreciate it.
The Salesman raised his voice to be heard over In-Ho's frantic chuckles - "Are you always this ticklish? Or is it just cause your drunk?"
In-Ho didn't respond. All he could do was kick his legs and flail his arms.
"EHEHEHEEEE! EHEHEHEEE!"
The Salesman just rolled his eyes with a smirk, "Yeah, that'll teach you to mess with my stuff!"
The Salesman switched tactics, going for a few squeezes at his bosses' knees. The man absolutely lost it (if he hadn't lost it already).
"OHOHOHO SHIHHIHIT! AHAHAHA!"
The Salesman mock gasped - "Language"
In-Ho just kept cackling, trying and failing to roll over onto his sides to escape the Salesman's evil and unrelenting squuezes.
"PLEHEHEASE!! STAHAHAWP!"
The Salesman stopped and burst out laughing. My goodness - he had actually gotten In-Ho to beg. Hwang In-Ho, THE Frontman, had been begging. And over something as simple as tickling. The Salesman was just about to say something when he heard snores. He looked down - the man below him was fast asleep, breathing heavily with a legitimate grin etched on his face.
"Oh", the Salesman said to himself, "I guess I tired him out".
Now there was only one thing left to do - wash that damn briefcase.
