This is the version two of the fic, u can read this one first doesn’t make any difference (some dialogues are different but I don’t care)
Taehyung has always been someone who craves affection, but there’s one detail about him that almost no one knows. Even though he feels embarrassed, this “secret” ends up coming to light when he’s alone with Yoongi.
Ships: none (Taegi if you want)
Warnings: This is a tickle fic, if you don’t like it, just scroll down
This fanfic is originally in Portuguese, my English is translated using an automatic translator, if there are any big errors you can tell me so I can fix them
Taehyung had always been a clingy person; he needed attention all the time. He liked physical contact—hugs, kisses, affection. He had been like that since he was little.
But there is one kind of affection that, for him, is the best of all! Tickles.
It’s kind of hard for V to admit it, but tickles make him feel good! They make him laugh until he can’t anymore and send shocks of energy and happiness all through his body.
It was incredible! Simply incredible!
And sometimes, Tae would get clingy specifically for tickles. His friends often helped him, knowing that when he started provoking, poking, and annoying them, he just needed a good dose of the best medicine of all—laughter
But it wasn’t simple for Tae to just tell the other members. For some reason, he felt an extreme block whenever he had to talk about it, so he kept this information secret until their debut years.
When one of the other members discovered his secret—and it wasn’t his best friend Jimin, or his only maknae Jungkook, no…
It was a certain black kitty…
“We’re heading out, okay?” Jin-hyung shouted from the door. Namjoon, Hoseok, Jimin, and Jungkook were going somewhere with him.
“Don’t break anything, please,” I think it was Jimin who said.
“Do you need anything from the supermarket?” Namjoon asked, always worried about us.
“Nothing,” Taehyung and I answered at the same time.
“Then we’re going,” Hoseok said, things like that already made him excited.
“Bye, hyungs!” Jungkook was the last to speak.
The silence that followed was a little awkward.
Taehyung and I still weren’t very close; he seemed kind of detached from the world and no one could tell what he was thinking. But I liked trying to understand him.
And that day, I was about to understand him completely.
He was lying horizontally on the couch, legs curled up because I was sitting, curled up, at the other end. I had a book in my hand and headphones on, and he was on his phone. I don’t know what he was doing, but I feel like it was something private.
He seemed very distracted and I started to worry. His face looked strange, his brows furrowed as if he wanted to say something that was stuck in his throat.
I tried calling him but he didn’t hear.
“Taehyung?” I said a little louder, until he finally heard.
“Ah! Yes! Hyung?” He jumped and turned off his phone really quickly. I’m not the type to be interested in uncovering people’s secrets, but it seemed a little suspicious.
“Are you okay?” I looked at him for a moment, and he quickly avoided my eyes. V was pretty shy at that time.
“I am, hyung, thank you.” He smiled, and I gave a small smile back.
“Do you want to watch a movie?” I had started to realize he was feeling clingy. That was something I had already noticed—the need Taehyung sometimes had to receive affection—and that was completely fine. I wanted to help him. So I grabbed the remote and asked.
“Sure,” he said, not really knowing how to hide that he was uncomfortable.
“What kind of movie do you like?”
His eyes lit up. I hit the target perfectly—I’m good at reading people.
“I like Disney movies,” I smiled. At that time, people had a somewhat stereotypical idea that I was serious and masculine, but I liked that kind of magical and fragile thing.
“No, I don’t like choosing, you choose.” He looked embarrassed.
“Alright… Toy Story! I love Toy Story.”
“The second one is the best,” we said at exactly the same time. Then we looked at each other. I laughed a little; Taehyung just smiled.
“Glad you agree, let’s watch that one.”
The movie had already started when I noticed he was clearly uncomfortable. Because I was sitting at the end of the couch, V couldn’t stretch his legs completely, and it seemed a little painful. So I did the most sensible thing I could think of at the moment and offered—
“Do you want to put your legs on my lap?” I said, without much expression.
“Come on, before I change my mind.” I grabbed his feet and pulled them to rest on my thighs. It was fine; I wanted to show him affection so he could feel better, but he seemed so tense. His feet were bare, so I could feel that they were cold; he was trembling a little.
But when a specific scene played—where Jessie tickled Woody in the movie—he blushed and shivered, so I had to ask.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” he wouldn’t even look at me.
“What’s going on, Taehyung?” I paused the movie. “You can talk to me, I want to help.”
V shifted on the couch; it seemed like he wanted to speak but the feeling wouldn’t come out of his throat. I knew what that was like—it was as if the vocal cords tied themselves in a knot! It’s distressing.
“I’m embarrassed to say it out loud!” I tried to help—I’m not very good at that—but I ran one hand along his back and left the other on his feet, stroking him gently.
“Do you think I’ll judge you?”
“I won’t. No feeling or desire that makes you feel bad is strange or shameful, especially because it makes you feel bad.” I was worried about him. It was hard to understand Taehyung at that time, but I was making an effort. I truly wanted to understand him.
“Do you want some time to think about whether you want to tell me about it?”
“No, I want to tell you.” He sat up and took his feet off me, so I copied him on the other side of the couch. I didn’t really know what to do, but…
I looked at him and smiled, trying to ease him.
“You’re not going to judge me, right?”
“Okay…” he took a deep breath. “I have a strange desire for people to tickle me.”
Not that I was belittling it, of course not! But with the way Taehyung treated this feeling—with so much shame and insecurity… to be honest, of all the things I imagined, this was the cutest possibility.
“And how does that work?” I said. He wasn’t looking at me; he was trying to hide inside his hoodie. “Why do you want that?”
“Tickles make me feel really good, they make me laugh and spread through my body a feeling of happiness like no other. I like when people I love do that to me.”
Taehyung stopped talking for a second, as if he was processing the words coming out of his mouth. I didn’t interrupt or say anything; I knew he wanted to say more.
“Usually you guys already tickle me without me having to ask—some pokes or teasing. Jimin especially has always done that with me since we were younger. But today I just felt like this, in this… hm… lee mood.”
“Yes… that’s what it’s called in the community when someone really wants to be tickled. If someone really wants to tickle someone, it’s called ler mood.”
I didn’t say anything because I was absorbing the information. I didn’t want to ever forget this and make V go through the suffering of having to explain it again, of course not…
“Alright then.” I moved closer without permission and leaned against his knees, patting his head. He looked like a puppy. “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with it, Taehyung.”
“Of course not. It’s a different feeling, but tickles are nice I think.” I blushed a little; I admit that for me it was also a bit embarrassing to admit something like that. “And if this makes you feel bad, I don’t want you to feel like that. I want you to be okay.”
And in that moment, even though I don’t really like these kinds of things and they make me a little uncomfortable, I felt a strong urge to hug him and whisper in his ear:
“It’s okay, Tae,” I said, stroking one of his thighs.
“Thank you very much, hyung.”
It was time. I felt it. Since he had been wanting this for so long… In that moment, I thought about all the times I had seen the others destroy Taehyung with tickles—the teasing, what made him blush more, the weak spots…
I was a great observer, huh?
So I put it all together and let the fun begin.
“But now, I won’t keep you waiting anymore,” I whispered in V’s ear. His reaction was to pull away, and I found it cute. “Shall we start?”
Teasing is the most fun part of tickling someone, but also the most embarrassing—definitely my favorite.
I pushed him forward and made him lie on his back on the couch, sitting on his waist. He widened his eyes at me; I guess he didn’t expect my reaction to be so quick
“Tell me, Taehyung-ah, you’re not ticklish, are you?” I smiled, not waiting for an answer, and dug my fingers into his sides.
Taehyung exploded into laughter within seconds; I realized he wasn’t even trying to hold back.
“Ah! Ahahahaha! Hyhyhyhuhuhung!” He tried to grab me, clearly not using full strength, but I dodged his hands, changing targets every second.
“Where’s your weak spot? Maybe here?” I realized he wouldn’t tell me, and at least I didn’t remember. I had already discovered everyone else’s, but I still didn’t know V’s… oh… but that wouldn’t be a problem for me.
“Yohohou’lol neheheveheher fohohohound ihihihit!” He shook his head from side to side.
I searched my memory for a time I had seen someone tickle Taehyung, and I remembered about two days ago—he was lying on the bedroom floor, Jungkook sitting on his waist and Jimin holding down his arms. His laughter could be heard from the other side of the neighborhood, all because the two of them were attacking his belly at the same time… that’s it! His belly!
“Ah~ feeling confident, huh?~ I have the impression I saw Jungkook and Jimin make you scream just by pressing a little button right around here~”
I slowly lifted his shirt, but V let out an exclamation and pulled it back down. I laughed.
“No, no, no~ none of that. Let me see that belly of yours, okay?
Then I grabbed his hands and placed them under each of my knees. I realized that even if Taehyung wanted to, he couldn’t stop defending himself, so I decided to give him a little help
“Nahahaha! Plehehehahahahase hyhyhuhuhung! Nohohohot thehehehere!”
“Cahahahuse— AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHA!” I didn’t even let him finish thinking; I attacked his belly fiercely. I laughed at how he threw his head back and blushed about ten more shades of pink—it was cute.
At that moment, I thought I wanted to see him laugh even more. I remembered once seeing Hoseok blowing on Taehyung’s belly and making him cry; I think he had called it a raspberry
Little did I know I was about to hit poor V’s weakest spot.
“NAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHA!”
“I haven’t even done anything yet, Tae! You sensitive teddy bear~” I laughed, lowering my head to attack.
“AHAHAHAHAHA YOHOHOHOU’REHE GOHOHONNAHA KIHIHIHILL MEHEHE!”
“Maybe~ I can’t promise anything.” I released as much air as I could against his belly button.
It was fun to see Taehyung like that, I lifted his shirt higher, almost to his neck, and started blowing raspberries wherever I wanted, also using my fingers all over his torso, not staying in one place for even a second.
Then I started thinking about what had happened before Taehyung told me his secret. I had offered for him to put his legs on my lap—poor thing… he must have been dying of embarrassment! Ah… but I wasn’t feeling sorry, I was going to tease him forever about that…
“You went a long time without your tickles, Taetae. That’s why you were so nervous when you put your legs on my lap, huh? You were anxious about the possibility of my fingers moving all over you and—”
“OHOHOHO SHUHUHUT UHUHUP!”
“Oh~” he opened a tiny slit to look at me through his eyes, blushing even more, if that was even possible. “Is that how you treat your hyung?!”
And then I remembered Taetae’s last weak spot—the one that made him laugh, jump, and shiver just by being touched with a finger… or a plant… or a feather…
Ohoho. I moved closer to my target and placed my mouth on his neck, filling it with more sensitive raspberries.
“AHAHAHAHAHAHAH! NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAO!”
“I’M SOHOHOHOHORRY! HYHYHYUHUHUNG! OHOHOHO MY GOHOHOHOHOD!”
I heard the sound of the door opening, but I didn’t say anything or stop. I just attacked Taehyung even faster, pulling more laughter out of him.
I wanted the others to see how cute he looked.
“How did this end up like this?” Namjoon asked. I didn’t stop tickling.
“It’s a long story, we’ll talk about it later.”
“Oh, Taetae, your laugh is so cute!” Jimin approached from behind the couch and lightly dragged his fingers over Taehyung’s neck. He let out a small cute squeal; I was only attacking his belly now.
“So ticklish, huh?~” Jungkook decided to tease. I don’t think he has much right to talk…
“You’re so cute!” Hoseok said. I expected him to tickle V too, but instead he came near me and squeezed my cheeks.
I widened my eyes and blushed. He smiled at me just to tease me, idiot! Why didn’t he tease Taehyung instead of me? I finally stopped the tickles and let Taehyung breathe, crossing my arms, embarrassed. Showing affection wasn’t my specialty.
“Let him breathe a little,” I said when I noticed how hard it was for V to recover.
“Then come help me here? Argh! Hurry up!” Seokjin shouted from the door, and everyone went to help him carry the supermarket bags, leaving Taehyung and me alone again.
And like before, everything went silent. It wasn’t a bad silence—never for me. I’ve always communicated better without saying anything.
“Do you want to tell them?” I asked when I felt he could respond. But unexpectedly, he sat up and rested his head on my shoulder.
I knew he was scared; I could feel it. But I was sure no one would prove him wrong about what he felt.
I even think some of the other members might be like him.
“They won’t judge you. I’m sure at least one of them is like you. Maybe Jungkook? And Hoseok seems to have a certain addiction to tickling others—maybe he’s a ler, like you said.”
He relaxed more; I could feel it. I told you I wouldn’t forget the information he gave me.
“You’re right, hyung. Thank you very much.” I think for the first time—or maybe the third at most—Taehyung hugged me first. He was laughing again.
“You’re welcome, Taehyung. Please, always tell me when you need some tickles.”
I poked him to tease him, and he stuck his tongue out at me. I laughed at how funny he looked like that.
And that’s how everyone found out about his need for tickles—and how Taehyung-ah and I became inseparable.
