"I'm not hungry." Were the only three words needed to set alarm bells echoing in Jisung's head, fingers curling around the doorframe tighter as he looked at the elder in nothing short of concern. Mere moments ago, he had been raving about a new Japanese food store that sold pudding, practically bouncing off the walls in an attempt to get Jisung to hurry up and finish his work so they could both try it together. However, the moment he had hurriedly rushed to put on random clothes that made him look like a fashion designer's model, hat practically tipping over and covering his eyes, Minho had abruptly changed his mind, not even sparing him a glance.
"Are you sure? I might just go by myself and eat some good pudding~" Han coaxes, even wiggling his eyebrows, shuffling his arms side to side with a small smile. Despite all of it, Lee Know remained radio silent, pursing his lips into a thin line with the younger's silly actions. Noticing that his usual go-to cheer me up wasn’t working at all, he climbs onto the soft bed, hearing it creak and the sheets dip beneath him earning a wince from the quokka. He moves his face in an attempt to see eye to eye with the older, but each time he gets even into his peripheral view, Lee Know instantly turns his head to the other side, as if trying to hide something.
"C'mon, what's got you so down? Did I do something wrong?" Jisung bites his lip anxiously, his upbeat attitude beginning to fade down with the somber atmosphere, deflating like a balloon that just got popped. Finally locking eyes with the ace, Minho brings him into a tight hug, but the unrelenting silence bothers the quokka, nonetheless. It wasn't till he felt fingers gripping the back of his shirt tighter and tighter did he realise that there was indeed something wrong, just that the elder wasn't exactly ready to spill the beans yet. The least Jisung could do was provide some kind of support, tugging him closer, rubbing his back in small circles, whispering reassurances into his ear, he tried and did everything.
"I don't know, I just... don't feel good," Minho starts off with a shaky breath, pouting slightly when he's pulled out of the younger's shoulder, feeling a palm press to his forehead. Jisung winces at the sudden heat it produces, it was no wonder why Minho felt suspiciously hot when they were hugging. Bringing a thermometer over from the nightstand, it was then proven true that the older had come down with a fever, staring at the sign of 40 degrees Celsius with an almost disappointed gaze. Being pushed back onto the bed tenderly, Han practically teleports around the house, speeding around with medicine and water in hand that nearly split all over the floor from how fast he was running.
"You and I both know you're sick, so please take this," Jisung chided, holding a spoonful of fever meds right to the elder's lips, who stubbornly refused, pushing away his wrist like a petulant child. Softening his gaze, he decided to try another tactic, fingers skittering up Minho's side while the other still held the spoon. Knowing the dancer, his lips immediately parted in a fit of breathless giggles, shaking his head as he stamped his feet on the bed. Seizing the opportunity, he smoothly slid the syrup between his lips, smiling tenderly when the elder's face scrunched from the bitter taste.
"Alright, have some water," Handing him a small glass of water, that Lee Know gladly chugged down in a matter of seconds, he whined and shoved at the younger's hands when he held a fever patch over his forehead, clearly wanting to deny any sort of babying treatment he was getting.
"Jisuhuhung! Nohoho!" Minho got out through strained giggles when nails scraped over his stomach, melodic laughter ringing throughout the room while Han struggled a ton trying to paste the patch onto the dancer's forehead, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding when he heard a tiny wince emit from below him feeling the sudden cold against his body.
"You just love being so stubborn, don't you?" Jisung tuts in faux disappointment, scribbling both his hands over Lee Know's stomach now that they were free, watching in endearment when the elder weakly paws at his hands in an attempt to rid the tingles on his body, which obviously didn't work in his sick state.
"Ehehe! Quhuhuit it!" Minho barks, but it holds now bite as he falls back against the bed, kicking his feet like a child, it was the only thing he could do given his situation. Cooing in adoration, Han can't resist the temptation to pinch one of his cheeks, watching how the skin turned a bright red. Not from pain, but from how flustered the elder was at being treated as such.
"Nohoho more! Tohoho much!" Jisung lets up immediately hearing his tiny cry, not without one last scratch over his side, watching as he jerked away from the hand. He watches the older slowly melt back into the bed, quietly catching his breath. He almost jumps off the bed when he feels a hand on his back but comes to lean into it like a needy cat when it rubs his spine in soothing, tight circles. Placing a chaste kiss on his forehead, Han continues the comforting ministrations, humming a tune under his breath and noticing how fast Minho seemed to knock himself out to the singing and massage.
Pulling a blanket over the elder, he takes just a sneaky photo, sending it over to the members who gave all their best wishes to the snoring bunny, especially a concerned maknae who spammed the chat with crying emojis upon reading the message.
When Lee Know awoke later in the day, he was surprised to find his nightstand adorned with a pack of pudding, along with a bright pink sticky note that read, "Get better soon: from Jisung and Jeongin". It definitely made him feel lots better, no longer feeling hot from the lingering fever, but from the fuzzy feelings that wrapped around his heart.
i'm obsessed with minchan🫠 Can you make a minchan tickle fic? (i couldn't find out what it was about) (and my english is very bad, sorry if I'm wrong)
Hi anon! Your English was perfectly fine, don't worry!
I hope you like this one, I think this is the best one i wrote in a while.
Mind yall that I know nothing about medical stuff, but this is based on a story that happened to me 😭😭
Enjoy:)
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Lee know coughed as he walked out of the doctor's office, frowning in confusing while he stared at the piece of paper the doctor handed him.
After two weeks of continuous coughing, it started effecting and interrupting his day to day life considering the fact he's a singer. And so Lee know finally agreed to go visit a doctor and get checked out.
The doctor looked and tested before determining lino just had a common cold. Lee know, unsatisfied with the answer, asked the doctor to prescribe him some medicine. He had recording the next day and there is absolutely no way he can even sing one line without a cough.
The doctor smiled kindly. "I can't prescribe anything that will help in a matter of a day. But there is one silly thing that you could try..."
Lee know nodded enthusiastically. "Anything."
"You have a bunch of mucus in your throat, stuck together. A bit of vibration should loosen things up a little bit." The doctor said.
Lino squinted. "That sounds... scary."
The doctor laughed. "It shouldn't be at all. I'm suggesting that you try laughing. Laughing for about 5 minutes should help it all loosen up and your throat to feel less tingly."
Lee know sighed. How was he just supposed to laugh for five minutes straight? And so he thanked the doctor and walked out. Which brings us back to his current condition...
The cat sat in the taxi, thinking about all the ways he could entertain himself enough into full on hysterical laughter. He finally decided to try and watch a funny show.
And so as soon as Lee know stepped inside the dorm and noticed none of the boys were home, he sat down on the living room's sofa and opened up the TV.
For the next 30 minutes, Lee know watched every single comedic show he could think of, nothing worked. The best he got were a few chuckles here and there. Lino threw the remote on the ground with a frustrated sigh.
"Woah, woah... are you okay?" A familiar voice said behind him.
Lee know's cat senses kicked in as he turned around quickly. Confused look taking over his face when he saw a man that doesn't even live there. "Chan hyung? What are you doing here?"
Chan came over and sat next to Lee know, facing the cat. "I just wanted to check on you guys. See you were all doing okay."
"You have a phone, old man." Lee know rolled his eyes.
The older poked the other's side. "Careful there."
Lee know jumped, still feeling frustrated over his situation.
"What's going on?" Chan asked with a concerned voice, resting his hand on minho's shoulder.
The younger let out a series of coughs, then pointed to his throat. "This!"
Chan started to stock the cat's back to help him calm down. "Weren't you supposed to get it checked up today?"
Lee know nodded. "I did, the doctor just gave me stupid advice instead of medication!"
Chan couldn't help but cracked a small smile at the kitten's anger. "Advice? What advice?"
"Told me to laugh for five minutes. Not giggle, LAUGH laugh. How is that even possible!?!?" Lee know whined.
As soon as the word 'laugh' left lino's mouth, chan was smirking. "Are you serious? You really couldn't figure out a way?"
Lee know turned to look at the older, it seemed as if the coughs were really driving him crazy. "Well that's what I just said, isn't it?"
"Don't sass me. I'm just saying, you're the one that always goes around tickling the rest of the kids. And you really couldn't find a way to laugh for five minutes?" Chan straight up said with a chuckle.
Lino's ears turned redder and redder as he processed the words coming out of his hyung's mouth. "W-what?"
"You heard me." Chan shrugged.
"So- so you think I should be... you know... tickled?" Lino asked, shyly whispering the forbidden word.
Chan smiled at his cuteness. "Do you have a different solution?"
Lee know thought for a minute, then spoke loudly. "Forget it! I won't let you tickle me!"
Chan shrugged and stood up, starting to leave the room. "Suit yourself, enjoy your coughing and see you tomorrow in the recording room!"
Lino groaned and threw his head back. There's no other choice, he knew it, chan knew it, and the doctor probably knew it too... "Wait! Fine... you can... you can tickle me..."
Chan beamed and ran back other to the sofa. "Fun! Lay down, and keep your arms down too."
Lino raised his eyebrows in surprise, he never got to keep his arms when chan wrecked him! Guess there's a first time for everything...
"Don't look so happy, I'm gonna pin your wrists with my legs so that I have two free hands~" Chan teased as he did just that. Sitting on Lino's hips and resting his knees on the boys wrists which stood at each of his sides.
Lino felt himself starting to freak out as soon as Chan's fingers approached his belly area. His legs were flapping around and his hands were already trying to break free. "whahait! Hyung!"
Chan let his fingers stop right above Minho's tummy. He looked up with an evil grin. "Yes, Min?"
"I'm Regretting thihis!" Lino giggled out.
"Aww! You're already laughing. Don't worry, five minutes and I'll stop." Chan promised, giving the younger's head a little pat before bringing his fingers right back to their prior position.
"Did youhu set a timer?" Lino tried confirming, watching the older's wiggling fingers.
"Yup. Right here." Chan tapped his head. "Now, just try to relax. This will all be over soon~"
"That's so scary- HAHAHAHAHA! Y-YOU CAN'T START THEHEHEHERE!" Lee know screamed out with suprise as instead of getting his tummy, Chan reached out and burried his fingers in Minho's pits, making sure to wiggle the whole time.
"I can do whatever I want. You kind of just gave me the creative freedom for that." Chan said, moving one of his hands to squeeze at Lino's side.
"OHOH MY GOHOD!!! I THINK I'D RATHER COUGH!!!" Lee know screamed loudly. Finding it weird and fluttering being on the other side of this sort of situation.
Chan laughed. "How are you still talking?!?" And with that, Chan moved his hands behind his back to knead at the younger's thighs and Knees.
"CHAHAHANNIE HYUNG! I CAN'T!!! THIHIHIS IS SO BAD!" Lino begged as he managed to get one of his hands out, immediately clawing at Chan's tummy.
Chan let out a surprised squeal before grabbing the invading hand and quickly pinning it back down. "HEHY! I'm just trying to help you!"
"N-NOHOHOHO!!" Lino hollered, tears flowing down his cheeks. "I SWEAR IT'S BEHEHEN 5 MINUTES!"
"Excuse me but the timer is my job, please stay out of it." Chan teased, now having his index finger going around in circles around Minho's belly button, digging it in every few seconds. Enjoying the wails. The other hand was traveling around the boy's neck, electing sweet giggles which mixed in perfectly with the hysterical laughter.
"BUHUT I'LL DIHIHIE!" Lino let out before falling into silent laughter.
Chan giggled and finally stopped, reaching to look at his phone while the cat caught his breath. "Well, that was ten minutes, you're a real survivor!"
Lee know took a few deep breaths before starting to whine. "That was so long! I could have died! You always say you're so smart so how could you confuse five for for ten? You just wanted to torture me because- why are you smiling?!?"
Chan lifted the boy to sit up as he cuddled him closely. "You're not coughing anymore.
Lino shut his mouth, noticing how he wasn't feeling his throat tingling anymore. "O-oh. I guess I owe you a thanks then..."
Chan giggled. "Anytime. And I mean it. That was really fun."
"Maybe for you!" Lino's face reddened.
"I know it was fun for you too, kitty. You're avoiding my gaze~" Chan giggled as he felt the younger melting into him.
"Shut up... it was just... interesting to experience what I usually dish out..." Lino admitted. "I-it felt good to laugh like that. It's been a while."
Chan cooed. "That's adorable Min."
"Don't tell anyone." Lee know threatened.
"Well.. I don't think I'm gonna need to..." Chan said with a smile, pointing to a figure standing behind Lee know.
The boy quickly turned around to see I.N and Seungmin staring at him with the biggest smiles painted across their faces. Lee know turned back to look at chan. "Well, as fun as it was, I'm gonna go back to my original role now. Mind helping me wreck them?"
would you mind making a mini fic of the photo booth incident with minchan with prompts #2 8 12 & 19???
Of course! I was actually thinking about writing it. I think Minho might have PTSD from all these photo booth incidents… Enjoy! (A little angst at the end I guess)
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2 “wait! wait! i didn’t have enough time to prepare!”
8 “can you stop laughing? i’m trying to talk to you. how rude!”
12 “come on, let me see that smile!”
19 “i’ll never talk to you ever again.”
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Stubborn
Lee!Minho
Ler!Chan
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“Yah, why are you being like this” the leader scoffed, shoving Minho off his shoulder.
No matter how surprising this might sound, but the second oldest had forced Chan out of his dorm to hang out with him. Who could’ve though that the Lee Know would be the one begging to go out? Wonder why he would do that…
To say the truth, the mischevious bunny had woken up in a massive lee mood. And he felt like only Channie could satisfy it. Hypothetically, he could have asked Han to wreck him, but Minho just felt like Jisung’s tickles would not do the job. He was just stubborn like that.
Thanks to his mood, the dancer could not help but be all cute and clingy toward the older “Let’s go get ice cream, Channie-hyung~” Minho whined straight into the kangaroos ear for the hundredth time.
“Alright, Minnie, that is enough. What is up with you?” the aussie finally ran out of patience “Huh? Nothing, hyung. What could be wrong?” the cat lover naively answered, his boba eyes big and mouth slighly open in confusion.
Even though the leader, eventually, agreed to eat the bunny’s desired desert, he still remained suspicious of his bandmate’s strange behaviour.
Soon, Minchan were walking out of the shop with a an ice cream cone in each one’s hand “Is it good?” Chan asked, looking at Lee Know’s cone “No. Channie-hyung, you have your own ice cream. Don’t even try to bite mine.” Minho angrily rambled “Where’s the cute, clingy Minnie that was here just 20 minutes ago?” The leader of danceracha turned red at the comment “Shut up!”
They kept on walking until something cought the wolf’s attention “Is that a photo booth? I haven’t been in one ever since I was a teenager!” Chan childlishly giggled, dragging his grumpy companion by his arm “9000 won(thats’s 6.3eur)… Hyung, that’s like, expensive.” the bunny mumbled, looking at the price table “What? That’s pretty average, Minho” the older furrowed his eyebrows, digging thru his wallet.
Once the kangaroo took out the neccesary amount, he agressively showed the cat man into the tight space “Yah! Calm down, what’s wrong with you…” Lee Know whined, rubbing his shoulder which had been smashed into the thin metal wall “Ugh, this we’re going to be so cramped in here. Finish up your ice cream, quick!” Chan said, sitting down himself and getting the bills and coins out of the jacket pocket.
Like Channie had mentioned, there was not enought space for two grown men. So, he did the only thing he could think of “Come on, sit on my lap.” the leader instructed “WHAT?! No! That’s so weird…” Minho dramatically yelled. Can you blame him? He was afraid to trigger his mood even more. One arm around his sensitive waist would make his jump so high that he would bump his head on the ceiling of the photo booth.
“Why are you making such a fuss? We can’t fit in any other way. Just put one leg on my thigh. You know, partially sit on me. This doesn’t have to be strange if we don’t make it like that.” the mischevious bunny gave in, situating himself on his hyungs lap.
“See? Not that bad, is it? Why were you so dramatic anyway~” the aussie teased, lighly poking the taller’s sides. Like I mentioned earlier, that did end up eliciting quite a reaction…
The younger violently flinched, pushing the older’s hands away “What was thahat…? I didn’t think you were that ticklish…~” Oh, Channie was going to take advantage of their current position so badly “D-Don’t please. Let’s just tahahake the pictures and goho, Channie-hyung.” said man just smirked, only pulling his victim deeper into his hold.
“You know, I don’t understand how you were being so silly and adorable all day long, just to chicken out now. Why don’t you annoy me now? Huh? Are you, perhaps, afraid of the tickle monster?~” Lee Know could feel his ears reddening up at the wolf’s skilfull teasing “No, I’m n-not.” this was his last chance to avoid what this situation could, pottentialy turn into “Come on, let me see that smile!” In a desperate act, he covered his hot ears with his hands. Unfortunately, he handn’t though about the vulnerable position he would put himself in after doing that…
Not even a second after the dancer accidentally exposed most of his torso, the kangaroo harshly dug into Minho’s sides“Wait! Wait! I didn’t have enough time to prepare!” Chan just snickered, switching to the younger’s ribs “Come on, you’re gonna have to try harder to hide the fact that you like this than that~” the tickler pointed out. He was right though, the cat lover handn’t really moved his hands from the spot he was covering.
“IHIHIHIHI DOHOHOHOHON’T LIHIHIHIKE THIHIHIS, STOHOHOHOP!” Chan stopped tormenting his ribs and instead opted for quickly spidering and switching between the younger’s side, ribs and armpits “YOUHU’RE CRAHAHAHAZY!” it all soon became a bit too unbearable for the poor lee, as he had to bring down his arms to protect his sensitive torso.
“Oh, so now you’re trying to stop me? And you’re calling me crazy? Let’s see how like this then~” the aussie gripped the rabbit’s thighs, squeezing so quickly that Lee Know honestly thought he was about to ascend “NOHOHOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEHEASE CHAHAHAHAHANIE! MIHIHSTED BAHAHANG! CHRIHIHIHSTOPHER!” the poor boy called out every single name to make he could.
“That’s my name, don’t wear it out! Wow, I don’t remeber your legs being that ticklish… What do you think about your knees? Would those be bad?” the elder teased, never letting go of the sensitive body part “ANYWHEHEHEHERE BUHUHT MY KNHEHEHES PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” the bratty cat lover tried to maneuver his way out of the situation.
“Nah, I think I’ll go just for your knees!” the older’s crazy fingers latched on firmly on to the mentioned spot, which was crazy ticklish “ANOTHEHEHEHER SPOHOHOHOT, ANO-ANOTHEHEHEHER SOHOHOT PLEHEHEASE” the dancer begged, leaning back all the way onto Chan “I didn’t hear a stop~” the leader mumbled into his dongsaeng’s back, only making the whole situation even more ticklish.
The wolf kept on switching tactics. Sometimes he would tickle the soft bottom of the knee, then he would claw at the equally as sensitive top. The worst was when he would use both hands on one knee “BAHAHAHAHAHAHA CHAHAHAN, I-I CAHAHAHAHAHAN’T” Lee Know shined through his hysteric laughter “Can you stop laughing? I’m trying to talk to you. how rude!”
The way that the aussie’s fingers stuck to Lee Know’s kneecaps made the victim crazy. He was sweaty, giggly, had messy hair, tears running down his neck. Did I mention his wine-red ears and face? Every single vein in his body was popping due to the uncontrollable cackles that kept on leaving his throat.
“Alright, I don’t want you to actually die. Yet.” the kangaroo lifted his torturous fingers, switching from mercilessly squeezing the taller’s knees with them to massaging Minho’s back with them “Wait, c-cahan you not stop here? I-I was liking this…” Minho shyly admitted.
“Oh? You want me to continue?” Chan dug into the muscle of Lee Know’s back, which wasn’t as ticklish as anywhere else, but was enough to elicit some cute giggles and squirms “Yehehehes, juhuhuhuhst lihihke thahahaht…!”
“Wow, your ears are soooo red, mister Lee. You should cover them up and keep your arms there before the tickle monster get them!” the childish teases were making the rabbit’s stomach do flips. He did listen though.
However, obeying Chan’s orders was a pretty rookie move. Once his arms were ocupied with protecting his sensitive ears, the aussie dug into the dancer’s hips, making him mive and twitch like a tube man “CHAHAHANIE PLEHEHEHEHEASE! NOHOHOHOHO” his pleads were totally ignored. I mean, why would Chan stop? His victim’s hands were not even trying to disturb him. They were still stuck on Lee Know’s ears.
“I think that’s enough now, Minho. You’re gonna pee yourself…” the wolf giggled “Yah! I’m not six years old!” the dancer protested, slapping his only hyung’s chest “Nof a six year old? You’re the one that enjoyed every second of this!” the leader pointed out.
Apparently the older’s joke wasn’t so funny to the cat lover “You think it’s weird, do you?” Minho sighed, starting to get off the kangaroo’s lap, thinking he migh be uncomfortable now that he knows the truth “Wait, wait, wait! It’s nor weird! It’s sooo very cute. Like, Minho. That is the most adorable thing I’ve heard ever. I’m so glad that you like this!” the leader reassured, forcing Lee Know back onto his lap.
“I was scared for a second… Although I don’t think I’m gonna be safe from your tickles ever again” the mischevious bunny commented “Now that I know that you enjoy this, prepare yourself for at least 3 or 4 tickle sessions daily.” the second oldest’s eyes quickly filled up with fear, as he scrambled away as fast he could out of the vulnerable position he was in. “I’ll never talk to you again”
Or will he…?
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This one is shorter, but I think it’s pretty good! I live, laugh, love for lee!know. It’s even in his name! Happy holidays❤️🙂
Summary: Chan had been playing with his younger members until he had finally needed a break. He had went to go ask Minho, only for him to say no. Of course, Chan wasn't having it. He NEEDED that break, and boy did he get it. After showing Minho a lesson of course~
Positions: Ler!chan , Lee!know (get it hehe)
Warnings: Tickle fic
Requested by: @satans-beloved-riv
A/N: hey yeah, sorry this took a while to come out. Ive been VERY busy. 😅 Excuse the mistakes, I'm still new!! Hopefully, you'll enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing :) thank you for your support you guys🤍
Chan walked into the room, tired and sweating from playi with the younger members. He noticed minho sitting on his phone, scrolling through twitter. "Hey minho, can you go hang out with the youngers for a while? Im tired and they got me chasi after them." chan asked, walking over to minho and sitting next to him.
Minho slightly growned at the thought of chasing around after his members. He was salsa tired after a long day of schedules. "Nooo hyung, I dont want to hang out with them. They're gonna drive me insane. You deal with it." Chan was shocked. He did not expect his younger to respond the way he did. "What?- why are you being like that?" Chan said, looking at minho and nudging at his shoulder. "Cant you just help me out? I always lend you a hand!!"
"Noooo, Im busy." minho continued to scroll on Twitter, scooting away after the oldest has nudged his arm. Chan rolled his eyes and got up. "Youre busy scrolling on your phone? Thats not very nice lino. I might have to punish you for that." At that, channie immediately took minho"s phone and threw it at the other couch to the side of him, then pushing his younger gently to the floor and straddling him. Minho knew what Chan already had planned. He got nervous immediately.
"H-Hyung wait! Im sorry im sorry, I'll help you out-" he managed to spit out, trying his best not to release the nervous giggles he already had packed in his throat. "Oh well, how convenient is that? I think I gotta show you a lesson either way." Chan smirked. At that point, Minho was already a puddle. How was he gonna get out of this? Welp, he'd have to just deal with it for now. Minho was lost in thought when Chan suddenly began to attack his sides, causing lino to shriek and burst into loud giggles. "H-HyhAHAHAHAHAHAAHA HYUHUHUHUHUNNGG-" the poor boy thrashed around. Screaming, giggling, and trying to grab his hyungie's evil hands. But no use, he was stuck in a tickle trap. "Yes Lino? Is something the matter?" Chan teased, mercilessly kneading the spot where his ribs and sides meet and drilling his thumb into his sides softly. Minho was already going wild. The poor boy was already going red, and the tickling had just begun.
"IHIHIM SOHOHOHORRY IHIHIHIM SOHOHOHOHOHORRY" he managed to scream through fits of laughter. Channie on the other hand, he wasn't buying it. "Are you? Are you reeeally sorry? I don't believe it." The oldest stopped for a moment, grabbing the youngest's arms and raising them over his head, pinning them there. Lino looked up as his hands were being pinned. His worst spot about to be attacked, he panicked. "H-Hyung nonono- hyung hYu-HyHUHAUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA" His sentence was cut short, due to some evil hands deciding to spider up and down his armpits. "Awww, is little Minho too ticklish here? ~" The oldest teased, watching was his lee started getting redder due to his teases. "Look how cute you are! Giggling and squirming under the slightest touches~" he continued, only spidering faster. "I'm sure it doesn't tickle that badly! You can't be THAT ticklish, right? ~" Minho was kicking his legs at that point. He was totally defeated. "OKAHAHAY IHIHIM SOHOHOHORRY!! FOHOHOR REHEHEALS!!" he squeaked out. Chan giggled at Minho's reaction. "Will you hang out with the babies for me then?" he asked, slowing down his tickling process a bit to give Minho some room to talk. "YEHEHES YEHEHES IHIHIHI WIHIHILL!! IHI SWEHEHEAR!!" the youngest said after taking about 30 seconds to respond due to his rapid laughter.
At that, Chan stopped his attack, getting off Minho and helping him up. "Why thank you very much, kind sir!!" he said, smiling innocently at the still red boy. Minho let out a few more giggles before replying.. "s-suhuhure, anyt-thing for you!" he said, about to run out of the room until Chan grabbed his arm and gave him a hug. Smiling, Minho hugged him back, but unsure if Chan was gonna tickle him again. He stayed on his toes. "You're so cute when you're tickled. Ahh, off with you now. Thanks again for your help." Chan said, smiling. All Minho could do was blush and look down before walking out of the room to find the others. Chan sat back down at the couch and began watching a movie, only to fall asleep after 10 minutes.
As for Minho, he's having a good time with the other members. It turned out to be a very fun night for them both. Also being a very tiring one at the same time.
Words: 1,201
Note: it's always 2min i write so much for
Requested by: @skzdiary
T/w: slight pinning
Taglist: @reginald-stay09 @itzsana-kiddingmenow @hetashi-takashimaya @soap143 @jungwon-is-the-one @minnielvrr @skzdiary
Lee(s): Minho, Seungmin
Ler(s): Minho, Seungmin
The shouts and screams of fans drowned out anything that Seungmin could've possibly thought about, drumming his leg against the wooden floors in a steady rhythm to keep himself within the time loop. His eyes were fixated on the huge crowd in front of him, something in him flickering at the realisation he had made it this far into his career, to be surrounded by an endless cheer was something not everyone could achieve. His train of thoughts were crashed when someone's hand tapped his back, only to be faced with the whispering distance that left him wondering what had touched him.
Taking a few steps off his chair that felt like it was stuck to his behind, he was immediately splashed by a bottle of water, glaring daggers at a certain quokka who was already taking flight all the way to the other side of the stage. Gripping a bottle of his own, he took off after Jisung, hot on his heels behind the booming vocals that echoed on the stage, flashing lights that failed to deter him from his pursuit on the elder for committing such a crime.
Seeing that Han had graciously decided to hide behind Minho, who himself was already soaked in a good amount of water, perfectly styled hair down poured into a sticky mess to his neck, seemingly managing to smoothly ignore it with a mic up to his lips. Turning a side glance to the sudden addition of a human to his back, he smirked mischievously when his eyes caught the puppy, lightning bolts flashing between them both as they took wary steps closer and closer to each other. While Lee Know's face had a relaxed, a charismatic smirk on his face that tipped upwards, Seungmin's lips were pursed into a thin line, eyes narrowed as if trying to find a hidden weakness.
"I'm going to kill you- hehehey!" Seungmin lowly growls, almost before he feels fingers skittering up his side, immediately clamping his arm down to his side, nearly spilling his bottle of water all over himself. He glares at the cat in front of him, who nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders as if he had nothing to do with what just occurred.
"What? It must've been the wind; you may be hallucinating…" Minho mocks, waving his hands in the air to imitate a ghost. Of course, the puppy could never find something as sarcastic as that funny, retaliating with a playful scribble to the elder's tummy, who stumbled back with a soft squeal of his own.
"Yea, you see that? Must've been the wind too, right?" Seungmin sneers, a testing grin on his face, the thought of splashing each other long forgotten, bottles capped and tossed to the side for a potential chick to use them as more weapon fuel. Sensing the shift in mood, Minho gave a quiet chuckle, wiggling his fingers in the puppy's direction before capturing him in a head lock, his free hand squeezing up and down the smooth skin of the younger's side.
"How about this for feeling the breeze, huh?" Lee Know questions, tone dripping with a mischievous glint in it, the vocalist struggling to get out of his iron grip.
"Ahaha! Yohohou suck!" Seungmin whined, giggling breathlessly while his arms pushed and pulled at the one wrapped around his chest, tugging him closer each time he even moved a millimeter away. The 'wind' continued to trace along the younger's sides, nails scraping along his stomach that made him squeak and gasp, knees threatening to buckle at any given moment. What was worse? They were on stage, the prospect of millions of fans watching their banter, possibly recording, sent a wave of heat to his cheeks.
"Kim Seungmin blushing at the wind? Are you really that much of a hopeless romantic?" Minho pretends to act shocked, resisting the urge to burst out in happy laughter when he saw how red Seungmin's cheeks, continuing to pester him with a gummy smile on his face. After many pushes and giggles being thrown around, Lee Know let the vocalist rest, only because his lines were coming up; he'd do anything not to let Chan get ahold of him knowing what he was doing in the background.
Unfortunately for him, the puppy almost regained his energy after the previous attack, plotting his own revenge; in which turn almost made him forget to sing his own part of the song. Mere moments later, or with a ton of snooping around the stage, the puppy had found the dancer chasing poor Hyunjin around with a big bottle of water, menacingly running after the ferret while splashing water across the stage, a frozen fox standing still when he got a splash of water to the top of his head for nothing.
"I've almost got you… whahahat the?!" Lee Know shrieks when he suddenly feels arms steadily wrap around his waist, bottle of water still managing to topple out of his hand and splashing all over Hyunjin, who simply runs around to try and share his soaking wet body with someone else, hearing a loud scream from a bunny in the background when he finally locked onto his target. Springing into action, Seungmin instantly takes the opportunity to scratch his fingers tenderly into the grooves of Minho's ribs, making him double down with loud giggles.
"Yea! The wind's pretty strong up here, I think it's telling you something along the lines of: 'Revenge!'" The vocalist snickers, a striking similarity to how condescending Minho had sounded before, as if they were meant to be the same person. The dancer simply pounds his fist onto the floor with his own bout of sweet giggles, covering his cheeks when he noticed they had turned a beet red from laughing; he knew damn well that STAY were more than happy to take a cute recording of this fight, how embarrassing…
"Stohohop it! I will muhuhurder you!" The elder tries to threaten but ended up not even sounding close to threatening with his laughter interrupting every word that was meant to send a shiver down Seungmin's spine, only sending an endearing arrow through his heart. However, it didn't take long for the tables to be turned back onto the vocalist yet again, Minho chasing down the puppy at the speed of light, somehow managing to sing stably the entire time.
Eventually, the duo settled down into a cuddle pile that the members have created, their noses scrunching at the smell of sweat and fresh water combined together, screaming when a water-covered Hyunjin and Jeongin tried to crawl on top of them to 'share the love', whatever meaning that was meant to imply, they weren't falling for any of it today. Being coated in a ton of water a few moments later, it was all wiped off with Chan nagging after them about the risks of falling sick, despite knowing he himself had also joined in the fun just mere moments ago.
It wasn't till they got back into the hotel that the fatigue hit them, a cat shaped breeze blowing Seungmin to bed before they both snored away, a mysteriously puppy shaped wind tucking the blanket onto Lee Know too.
T/w: rough tickles are the maknae line, pinning in the maknae line
Lee: Know
Ler(s): Skz
Lee Know whined on the couch like a punched kitten, hissing when Chan tried to lift him up. He had been cooped up in his den, as always, the entire day and had been told to get out and do something ‘productive’. He was more than sure that sleeping all day was good enough with their upcoming comeback, he felt more than targeted. The leader sighed, running a hand through the younger’s hair in an attempt to coax him; till he thought of a perfect idea.
“How about we play rock, paper, scissors? If you win, I let you go back, if you lose, you’ll be stuck with me~” Just as Minho was about to protest, he was met with shining puppy eyes from the older, a hand that began to tug on his sleeve. His eyes widened, was Chan really going these lengths just for him? Reluctantly, he agreed, unable to resist the charm of the leader’s puppy eyes, who practically tackled him at the agreement. Groaning, he accepted the hug nonetheless, pondering how he got such a puppy of a leader.
“Okay! Rock, paper, scissors, shoot! …Oh Min~” As they both casted their choice at lightning speed, Minho’s turned to be a paper, whilst Chris had chosen scissors, deeming Minho an unfortunate loser to this game. Staring at the loss in shock, he didn’t have time to react when fingers began to dance along his sides, making him squeal and recoil. The same cute pout was now replaced with a mischievous grin, the wolf crawling over ever so menacingly.
“N-No! Get away from ME! Hyuhuhung!” Lee Know let out a shriek when Chris pounced regardless, squeezing the muscles on his stomach that had been gained with their new comeback. Deep chuckles began to flow from him, gripping onto the producer’s fingers tightly but didn’t push them away; he trusted his hyung lots to know where and where not to go on days like these.
“Yes? Do you need something?” Chan feigned innocence, continuing his gentle assault as he relished in that rich laughter. If he could buy it, it would’ve been sold out everywhere by now, pinching up and down his sides to hear a soft snort; he needed to wreck both him and Changbin some time, or maybe add Jisung into the mix..The cat beneath him squirmed on the bed, a soft red blush blooming on his cheeks from the sensations.
“I-It reheheally tihihickles!” He whined again, flopping on the bed like a fish out of water, causing Chan to coo at him all the more; how unfair. Eventually, the leader was getting a bit bored at being gentle with him, but it was clear he wasn’t in the mood for getting rough tickles from him. Fun was one thing, boundaries were another; and with Lee Know a very, very thin line separated them, probably why he was more to tickling than tickled.
Grabbing him up like a potato sack, Chris brought him over to the living room, where the members were chatting up a storm. Seeing the kitten being brought out like he was punished made their faces light up, immediately making room for both Chan and Minho. Ruffling his hair, the leader muttered a word of reassurance into his ear, squeezing his hand to ask if he was alright with it; Minho squeezed back almost instantly.
“We’re playing rock, paper, scissors. If he wins, you can’t tickle him, but if he loses, you get the drill.” Chan explained, causing a ruckus to emit among the members. Six teasing grins flashed his way, making Minho whimper as he hid away into Chan’s chest, much too embarrassed about what was happening. Frowning, the older pulled him out by the back of his neck, seeing how upset he seemed to be.
“It’s okay, Changbin’s first, alright? I promise he’ll be gentle, right Changbin?” Chan comforted the poor cat, putting emphasis on the last two words as his gaze pierced the rapper, not stern, but more of a smirk that appeared on his face. The dwaekki squeaked, nodding aggressively in agreement; he wouldn’t want to know what would happen if he dared to break that rule. Walking over, the younger placed a hand on Minho’s fist, signalling to start.
“Rock, paper, scissors, shoot! You lost, but I’ll be gentle.” This time, Lee Know had placed rock, while Binnie chose paper; another loss, just great. Wrapping his arms around the cat from behind, his fingers simply traced around the hip bones that protruded out, extracting a soft snort from the older before his body trembling with giggles that bubbled up his throat.
“Chahahangbin! P-Plehehease!” Just as always, it was almost as if the dwaekki’s hands were coated with magic, able to coax the sweetest giggles out of anyone no matter how grumpy or feisty they were towards him. Humming a soft tune in response, the younger placed his forehead against Minho’s neck, his warm breath causing goosebumps to arise before placing a tender kiss to it, sending a shock down his spine.
“Nohoho! N-Noho kisses!” He babbled, scrunching his shoulders up with giggles as Changbin’s lips brushed ever so tenderly on the nape of his neck, squirming when fingers pinched his hips. Even the members were stunned at how easily Changbin reduced Lee Know to a giggling, squeaking mess without putting in much effort, watching the red on his face darken.
“No? You wanna give Hyunjin a try then?” Changbin inquired with genuine curiosity, nuzzling his nose against the smooth skin that earned a tiny squeak. Nodding his head, a breathlessly snickering Lee Know was finally left alone to catch a small breather, slumping onto the couch from Changbin’s attack, albeit it not being enough to drive him to insanity. As he raised his head, he was met with a ferret practically examining the cat, fist already out in excitement.
“Shoot- I lost?” Hyunjin whimpered with a frown, having held out scissors while Minho held out a fist for a rock; he had finally won something! But as he watched the glow in the artist’s eyes glow dimmer, a wave of guilt crashed onto him, he was sure Hyunjin had been waiting for forever to even get close to the feisty cat he called a hyung. Wrapping the dancer’s arms around his own waist, he was silent; but the squeal of happiness from behind was all he needed to know.
“Mmmhmm..h-hyune..” Minho pursed his lips together when slender fingers pressed right into his ribs, one by one in a tantalising manner. Even then, the artist was more than determined to extract that laughter from him, he might have been wrecked one too many times by the dancer to be considered even a tickle fight anymore; obviously he’d jump at anything that even hinted at the form of revenge.
“Hm?” Hyunjin hummed, raising an eyebrow behind him, squeezing the fat that laid at the sides of his ribs, getting a shriek in response. Rich laughter escaped his lips, bending over the couch in a futile attempt to ward off the fingers, but being as agile as they were, he easily managed to slip back to the older’s ribs, kneading like it was a batch of bread dough.
“Nahaha! S-Stohohop!” Minho pleaded, pushing desperately at the fingers that were practically glued on targeting his ribs, internally wondering why everyone was so soft with him. Almost instantly, the fingers backed off from his body, leaving him barren as his giggles cut awkwardly. Staring at the group like a deer in headlights, two heads popped up to meet him, one brown, one blonde.
“We’re going together!” Felix chimed enthusiastically, making Lee Know much more confused than he was. Why had Hyunjin’s turn ended so early? Jisung waddled over to the cat’s lap quietly, laying his head up in his lap before shooting up a fist, challenging him to another game. Reluctantly, he had wished Hyunjin’s turn lasted just a bit longer, missing the gentle touch already. Maybe he should go see Hyunibini some time…
“..shoot! We won hyung, c’mere~” Placing another fist in turn to Jisung’s initial move, he was met with an open hand that almost instantly caught his. Lee Know barely had time to even react before a chick pounced onto his back, dragging his arms above his head while the quokka seated himself on the cat’s thighs. Unexpecting of the sudden switch in demeanour, he shook his head rapidly with nervous giggling, squealing when Felix sat onto his hands.
“H-Hahahve mercy- AHAHAH!” Minho was immediately thrown into cackles as Felix brought his tiny fingers down to the outstretched armpits that were staring at him, grabbing them slightly roughly before kneading into the squishy centre. The oldest of the trio tossed his head back, mouth wide open as it spilled with hysterical laughter.
“We’ve given enough of that, the three previous people had no fun~” Jisung teased slowly, bringing his hands to massage into the dips of Minho’s hips, earning a panicked scream of laughter. He twisted, squirmed, begged under the sunshines, but got not an ounce of mercy. All he could do was, laugh, laugh…and keep laughing.
“GUHUHUYS! PLEA- PLEAHAHAHASE!” Despite being the most composed of the hyung line when it came to losing composure when being tickled so intensely, he was no match for the evil maknae line, and he hadn’t even gotten to Seungmin and Jeongin yet! The thought sent a shiver down his spine. Meanwhile, the brownie boy was having the time of his life, whispering tiny little compliments like ‘your smile’s so cute!’ or ‘cackling so loudly might attract more tickles~’, making his entire face turn into a real bucket of red paint.
“Please? Please continue to wreck you to pieces? Gladly!” Han clapped with a wide gummy smile, moving his fingers up to the older’s v-line before submerging his fingers in deeply, vibrating as quickly as he could. The members were not prepared for the absolute scream that Lee Know let out in ticklish agony, bucking his hips aggressively to try and toss the quokka off balance; of course it didn’t work.
“OHOHO MY GAD! MAHAHAKE IT STOHOHOP!” The dancer begged again, pulling at his restrained limbs in a fruitless attempt to block out the four hands roaming his body. After what felt like hours of endless torture, or rather a minute, the sunshines let up on their ruthless attack, watching as tears of mirth were already in the corner of the bunny’s eyes, threatening to fall at any moment. Rushing over, Felix gave Minho the biggest hug he could muster while Jisung wiped away the tiny tears, both of them apologising like they had killed him. Flustered, Lee Know could only give out a small ‘it’s okay’, unable to comprehend the amount of sweet actions from the sunshines.
“My turn, watch me win.” Seungmin scoffed, albeit having a small smirk on his face. Minho almost instantly regained his stoic yet competitive nature, narrowing his eyes at the puppy. If anything, he had to win against Seungmin, whether it meant sacrificing his entire dignity for this. Both of them placed their fists next to each other, like a duel of the Wild West. Finally, casting their choice, it turned out to be…
“Damn it.” Seungmin grumbled, having tossed out scissors while Minho had another rock in his hands. Letting out a cheer of victory while the younger jeered, the dancer pulled the whiny pup in for a hug, giving him a noogie before the maknae flashed a dimple of complete evil. Having been his overconfident self, he tossed out another fist, to be held by a paper of a hand by the fox.
“Get him!” The maknae yelled like a war cry, before the vocalist he once held in his arms pushed him onto the carpeted floor like some sort of training dummy, straddling his hips while Innie sat comfortably on his ankles. The members surrounding snickered in mischievousness, watching the two excited maknaes’ have their way with the feisty cat.
“Noho yohou brats- STAHAHAP!” He was tossed back into another round of frantic hysterics as fingers dug into his thighs, crawling over the smooth surface like tiny spiders; his bet was Seungmin, who had his back facing the dancer. A frenzied wail came from him when he felt long but blunt nails scrape up and down his arches menacingly, internally cursing the maknae of the group.
“Excuse me? What did you just call us?” Seungmin sneered, raising an eyebrow at the lighthearted insult. Vocalracha paused in their movements as their gaze pierced through a now very nervous Lino, who had no luck in scrambling away as he shrank under their gaze meekly. He couldn’t even get a ‘sorry’ out, having zero room to speak when the maknaes’ fingers descended back onto his legs, earning a howl of laughter.
“ARGHAHAHAHA! I-I’M SOHOHORRY!” Minho wails, just when Seungmin’s fingers find his inner thighs, pinching and scratching up the skin tantalisingly while Jeongin peels back the toes of his right foot, before scribbling at his toes and the skin underneath. The dancer arched in back in desperate laughter, pounding on the puppy’s back to no avail, his feet going nowhere.
“Sorry for what?” The fox inquired with a taunting smirk on his face that the oldest of the trio couldn’t see, moving his fingers back to scratching roughly on the arches of both feet, earning another loud scream. He was pulling at Seungmin at this point, where he just rocked back and forth like a swing; but his fingers didn’t move from Lino’s thighs, proving to be useless.
“C-CAHAHALLING YOHOHOU BOTH BRAHAHATS! STAP!” Lee Know yawped, before his voice gave out, tears of mirth streaming down his face. The vocalists released their hold on the dancer’s legs, watching him deflate and melt into the floor like a popped balloon. The group crowded around the tired cat, pulling him for a big cuddle while they whispered sweet nothings, rubbed his cheeks to get rid of the tears, and massaged his sore body from the rough sensations. Minho simply soaked in the attention like a sponge would, his entire face to his neck thoroughly heated up into a deep shade of red.
As they passed out quietly in the living room, the following day came with a very loud announcement of a certain bunny in a mood as booming laughter sounded throughout the dorms once more.
Words: 1,156
Note: I'm trying to shift back to writing normally again, so the requests ARE coming soon I'm so sorry for taking so long.
T/w: MY AU LORE!!! this is based on my stray kids au, so if you're uncomfortable with that, please leave.
Taglist: @reginald-stay09 @itzsana-kiddingmenow @hetashi-takashimaya @soap143 @jungwon-is-the-one @minnielvrr @skzdiary
Lee: Know
Ler: Jeongin
"What you're feeling is normal, you should be allowed to feel it," Was what Jeongin had told Minho just a few days back when he alerted the youngest of his liking towards physical affection despite usually vehemently denying it, especially how he liked tickling. It was a simple concept, really. It made him laugh, and there were always new ways to plan a fruitful revenge, who wouldn't be excited by the thought of that? But what Lee Know hadn't realised, was how utterly embarrassing it was just to tell others about his newfound love for it, choking on his words that instead became an incoherent mess each time.
And that's where he was now, his head laying on Jeongin's lap while he stuttered every few seconds, the vocalist calmly waiting above him. There was no rush, but yet his heart couldn't stop pounding in his throat, toying with the strained fabric on the younger's knees, seeing the hairs stand up on their ends or how his leg would reflexively move up a little at the new feeling every once in a while. Feeling a hand running through his hair calmly, the bunny seemed to calm down a little more, fingers twitching against Jeongin's pants, forming the words that he tried so desperately to get out.
"But won't the others think I'm weird for my liking of...that?" Minho whispered, nearly choking up on his words from how fearful he was. It wasn't often that he felt like this, sick to his stomach, a slow and continuous churning that tempted him to throw up, despite having not eaten for a few hours by now. Everything was spinning, and he couldn't figure out why. A silhouette stood before him, kicking him right in the guts, making him curl up into himself, a pitiful ball of shame.
And it all went black.
"Hey, you awake?" Minho's eyes felt so heavy, boulders weighing onto his eyelids. He didn't want to open them anyway, but the spinning was gone from his head. He could feel something being pressed against his forehead; it sent a chilling cold down his spine. For a brief moment, everything was a blur, and then it cleared up as if it had never been there all along. It was Jeongin that sat on the side of his left eye, holding something up to his head, eyebrows creased in worry. Suddenly, he choked on his spit, sitting up when a hand thumped rhythmically against his back to help.
"You threw up just now, and came down with a bad fever after. I assume it was from the panic that you experienced. Are you feeling any better?" Ah. So that was what the kicking was. A part of him pondered how he managed to throw up without even moving a muscle; it shuddered him to think about vomiting all over the clean bed in front of him, although the smell of detergent did come out a little too strong for comfort. He looked up a tiny bit, seeing a wet cloth pasted onto his forehead, he had assumed it was Jeongin's hand at first too.
"A bit... I'm sorry for bothering you about this, it's so embarrassing-" Before he could even finish his sentence, he was cut off when the younger grabbed his sides, squeezing at the flesh tenderly. What was the meaning of this?! Was what Minho screamed in his head at the new profound sensation, falling back against the bed with a squeal that he didn't even know left his mouth. His cheeks puffed up to the size of puffer fishes, turning cherry in colour as he held back the giggles that threatened to leave his mouth.
"Don't apologise for something you can't control. I understand you, it's normal, and I'll take good care so you know it too." Minho could've sworn his entire face turned into a bright colour of crimson at Jeongin's words, his cheeks were on fire, at least that's what he thought. His eyes widened when fingers travelled to knead at his stomach, quiet, meek giggles slipping from his lips, weakly squirming and writhing against the bed. The tingles shot through his entire body, filling him with a sense of giddiness that made his head feel weak, his knees getting weak despite being on a bed.
"Plehehehease! It reheheally tickles!" Lee Know pleaded weakly, his mind was mush at this point. Jeongin's fingers were ever so gentle, so precise, running over his stomach with one hand while other traced tender patterns into the skin. Was it magic? Was he so experienced with this? He assumed it was the latter, his stomach practically blowing up with butterflies. When he made an attempt to curl in on himself, he was surprised to find Jeongin uncurling him like a metal strip, returning to his stomach like nothing happened.
"I cahahan't take it!" Minho whined, pawing at the younger's hand. Unfortunately for him, it only made Jeongin more heart warmed by the sight, determined to continue his plan of cheer up tickles till time ended, probably. Not that it mattered much, his 'pushes' felt like a kitten's paw, earning a coo from above his head, how embarrassing!
"I think you can take it just fine..." He hums, scribbling his finger suddenly above the elder's belly to pull the most adorable squeals and pleas from below him. It wasn't often that he was this vulnerable, laying absolutely still, and not trying to chop his fingers off for attempting any of this. Jeongin could tell the elder needed this as much as the next person, and he was glad to be that pillar of support until then.
"Nohoho! It's tohohorture!" He begs, and it's only then the maknae even considers relenting and giving the dancer some reprieve. I mean, if you saw how cute he looked, who would ever want to give him a break from the giggles? Despite all in him telling him not to pull his fingers away, give another playful tease or a soft-hearted compliment, Jeongin found himself stopping the tickles, feeling Lee Know's body get unbearably hot once again. Grabbing the wash cloth of his head, he silently dips it into the bucket below, before snickering when Minho wheezes out from the even colder feeling on his forehead.
"You did well today m'kay? Just know that we'll all be here for you when you get better and feel ready for opening up to something new like this. And stop getting sick too, I'm starting to think it's because you refuse to tell anyone but me about this..." Jeongin mutters. Although his tone sounded one of annoyance, Minho could see the corners of his mouth twitching upwards, his own lips curling into a wide smile. He was cared for, and the maknae never failed to make him see the light of his actions, a light at the end of his tunnel, his light.
For: @itzsana-kiddingmenow,
titled: 'Practice it yourself!'
Words: 1088
Note: I tried SO LONG to find the exact moment I was talking about here but I couldn't. Anyways, it's almost been a month since I've written anything, sorry for the inactivity and lack of finishing any requests...
T/w: Slight pinning, rough tickles
Taglist: @reginald-stay09 @itzsana-kiddingmenow @hetashi-takashimaya @soap143 @jungwon-is-the-one @minnielvrr @skzdiary
Lee: Jisung, a bit of Minho
Ler: Minho, a bit of Jisung
“How about we go over that second verse again?” Jisung mutters, his legs automatically moving to the groove that was stuck in his brain for the time being. His hand ran through his messy hair, some of it covering his eyebrows too. Poor Jisung had been having trouble memorising the second verse of S-class, struggling on his own while the others got along with the choreography perfectly fine.
“Go and learn it yourself then.” Minho announces calmly, copying Jisung’s actions and ruffling up his own hair, a smile widening on his face almost in a nonchalant way. Jisung’s eyes could only widen in shock at what he was hearing, standing alone as he shrank into himself timidly, hearing the members laughing their heads off in the background. With a loud groan, he clung onto the elder, giving him huge puppy eyes while his arms squished the dancer closer to him, pulling them both down like he was a pit of quicksand. Even when Minho shoved at the head that was pressed against his thigh, it still didn’t deter the quokka from making them both lay down, Han pressed on top of the elder like a weight.
“Now you have no choice but to teach me!” The younger huffed, ignoring the fact that Lee Know was letting out strained groans and mumbling every curse in the book, arms coming around to poke along the bunny’s side teasingly, a knowing grin spreading across his face. He was thrilled to see Minho’s face beginning to contort into a smile of his own, digging his fingers into his side gently while humming a tune; he knew the elder would never be able to resist his charm, no matter what.
“Yohou brat…you behehetter stop..” Minho hisses, but finds himself trapped under Jisung’s weight anyway, tiny snickers beginning to leave his lips at the tingling sensation on his side. His cheeks puff up in an attempt to hold his laughter back, the younger letting out his own peals of laughter when the pair of thighs began to tremble and shake under him, vibrating partially onto his stomach. The practice room was left empty, no one able to save the poor bunny after a sighing leader ushered the rest out of the room for a ‘break’ to not disturb said duo.
“I won’t stop until you teach me that damned choreography hyung!” Sure, maybe he did sound just a tiny bit too whiny to be considered normal. Sure, maybe he sounded like a petulant child that was denied a toy at the store during grocery shopping. Despite all above that may come across as the most embarrassing thing ever, it was rare that either of them ever let their guards down. But now that they were together, it felt so easy to do what wouldn’t be considered a norm, nothing able to hold them back now.
“Then you can suffer the consequences instead!” Minho barked, before shoving his nimble fingers, that were once so very useless and laying limp against his sides, to park themselves snugly into the younger’s underarms. They were unmoving, but instantly, Han was quick to retract his hands with an ungodly high-pitched scream, pleas for mercy immediately leaving his mouth as fast as lightning; it was almost as if he wasn’t pouting and trying to tickle the Lee Minho to get his way just a few moments ago.
“Hyung hyuhuhung please I’m sorry!” The pitiful quokka babbled, anxious giggles spilling from his lips when he felt his body instinctively backing away, almost shrinking into himself. He shrieked loudly when his back hit the wooden floor, shaking his head in desperation when he spotted the usual Cheshire grin on Minho’s face, it was as clear as day he was planning something. What was it? He didn’t know at all. And he dreaded trying to even find out.
The elder remained silent, his fingers tenderly swiping up and down the ace’s underarms, biting back the urge to mischievously snicker at the squeals and giggles he got from the tiny action. He was barely doing anything, but each swipe felt like another electric shock up his spine, the anticipation building up so painful that it was almost humiliating. Han Jisung, youngest member of KOMCA, known as the fourth generation ace, was brought down by a few swipes to his armpits. He could only feel his cheeks heating up at the thoughts that ran through his mind, and worst of all? Lee Know hadn’t said a word, leaving it to simply be Han’s thoughts spiralling him into absolute madness; and he wouldn’t be all that surprised if the bunny already predicted this would happen.
“Plehehease it’s torture- WAHAHA! HYUHUHUNG!” Jisung squealed when Minho finally dug his fingers deep into the younger’s underarms, one hand kneading deep circles into the sensitive flesh while the other practically vibrated in the centre of the plushy flesh. One could only pray for Han’s life afterwards, echoes of booming hysterics sounding through the practice room walls; a mixture of consequences from his own overactive imagination and the anticipation of what was already coming. He couldn’t decide which was worse, both of the rough sensations frying his brain completely as he threw his head back with cackles.
“Ah see? I fixed it.” Minho dryly comments, like he had solved all of Jisung’s problems with whatever he was doing right now; a word that Jisung liked to call: Inhumane torture being inflicted onto his fragile and suffering body. No matter how much the younger kicked, even landing a few tiny ones onto Lee Know’s stomach, who simply just chuckled at the feeling as if it was a normal thing to be experiencing, the fingers wouldn’t even budge an inch, arching his back in a futile attempt to relieve the sensations.
“NOHOHO MORE! I CAHAHAN’T!” Han practically screamed, deflating akin to a popped balloon when Minho finally relented, albeit a bit reluctantly. That was a shocker, considering that tears of mirth haven’t even welled up in his eyes yet. He let out a shocked yelp when the dancer gently pulled him up and into his arms, a nose burying itself into his hair and getting a whiff of the pine shampoo that came with. Although they were both on the hard wooden floor of the room, neither of them found it uncomfortable, saying nothing about the tickle fight, or the playful banter, simply basking in each other’s presence.
And yes, Jisung did end up learning the choreography on his own anyway.
