𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 4k (GOD DAMN 🤩)
𝙖/𝙣: ahhhhhh i hope you guys like this...it's rough and mean and scary so read at ur own risk hehhee
synopsis: one of the members of skz finds the perfect setup to reveal their true form. a haunted house.
𝙩/𝙬: ROUGH rough tickles, some restraining, some fear, and the reveal of the tickle monster
𝒍𝒆𝒆: skz
𝙡𝙚𝙧: ???
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Upon entering the haunted house, the members were surrounded by a thick, eerie darkness. An oppressive coldness descended upon their skin, and the air was thick with tension. Instinctively, they all huddled closer, their eyes straining to take in the black emptiness.
All they could hear was the creaking of the wooden floor beneath their feet and the soft, irregular breaths of their members. They came upon the impression that they were imprisoned in an old, deserted manor.
"Alright, listen carefully," the voice of the company representative echoed through the darkness, his tone ominous. "One of you has been chosen as the Tickle Monster. Your mission is simple—capture and make the others laugh until they are unable to exit. If they fail to escape, you get to pin them down and tickle them, gaining tools to feed on their laughter."
A chill swept through the room, and the members froze. The first few seconds of realization were met with the sound of frantic whispering and scrambling feet. Panic began to rise as the members tried to make sense of the situation.
"Go!" the voice suddenly commanded, and the sound of footsteps began to fill the silence. Panic surged through them.
"Wait, what?!" Jisung stammered, looking around as if someone could guide him through the blackness, or maybe even hold his hand. Yeah, that would be nice. "This is insane!"
"This is a joke, right?" Felix whispered, voice already trembling.
“Shut up, shut up!” Seungmin hissed. “If they hear you—”
Too late.
A strangled yelp cut through the darkness—then a full-blown scream of hysterical laughter.
“FUUHUHUHUHUCK!! AAAHAAHAHAHHAHAHAH!!” Han Jisung shrieked somewhere to their left, the sound ricocheting through the walls. The others froze, eyes wide though they couldn’t see a thing. “NOHOHOHO!! STAHHAHAHAP!! HAHAHAHAA—OH SHIT SHIT SHITTTTTT!!”
"Sung?!" Hyunjin whimpered.
“DOHOHOHON’T—NAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!!” Jisung wailed, but it was nonsense, broken up by wild, panicked cackling. His words twisted into squeals as unseen fingers dug mercilessly into his ribs, squeezing, spidering up and down his twitching sides.
“PLEHEHEHEHEASE!! PLEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAP!!” Jisung screamed, his words melting into hiccupy giggles as the monster’s fingers clawed mercilessly under his arms now, forcing his elbows up as he kicked against the floor.
His laughter turned manic, completely uncontrolled, ricocheting through the room. “I CAHAHAAHHAHAHNT—NOHOHOHOHO MOOHOHOHORE!!”
The worst part? He didn’t know who it was.
The fingers were fast, sharp, and absolutely relentless. Was it Minho, with his cruel precision? Was it Seungmin, hiding behind his smirk? Or maybe Felix, deceptively sweet, digging into him with unholy glee? Jisung’s mind spun, panic sparking brighter because he couldn’t tell.
"What do we do?!" Jeongin shouted, backing up against a wall.
"RUHUHUHUN!! AHAHAHAHA GOHOHOHOHO!!" Jisung wailed.
Everyone immediately broke into a sprint, arms outstretched as they felt along the walls.
And then they found themselves split up along the sections of the haunted maze.
And then came the whisper.
Low. Right at their ears, distorted through the speaker. “One down, six to go.”
Minho had been running for what felt like hours. Lungs burning, hands outstretched like an animal searching a cave, running blindly.
He had a keen mind, figuring out angles, potential traps, and escape routes, but in the dark, none of that mattered. His heart pounded so loudly that it sounded like the drumming of the walls.
And then—click.
Something shifted in the floor beneath him.
Thick straps or cords—he couldn't even tell—lashed around Minho's arms and waist before he could react. His feet left the floor and he let out a real startled scream. "HYUNG!" Felix’s cry echoed somewhere far behind him, but Minho was already airborne, hoisted up like prey ensnared in a hunter’s trap.
“FELIX—RUN!” Minho shouted, but his voice broke into a squeal halfway through as his shirt bunched upward, tugged by unseen hands. The cold air kissed his bare stomach, ribs, and sides. Minho felt the chill run along his nerves.
"HYUNG!!" Felix screamed. "HYUNG I'LL SAVE YOU!!"
But Minho couldn’t answer. He couldn’t do anything except laugh. Fingers found the exact weak spots on his ribs, the spots the members always teased him about, the ones that sent him into undignified squeals if they so much as poked him. Now, in the monster’s merciless grip, they were being exploited with so much precision.
He screamed with laughter, tears spilling down his face, head tossing side to side as if he could shake it off. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE—FUUHUHUHUHU—AAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
His arms jerked uselessly above his head as the monster clawed up his ribs, fingertips dragging across every single bone like sharpened knives. And god, it tickled. Minho’s composure shattered instantly, he was thrashing like spider caught in a web.
He certainly felt like one.
His mind scrambled to figure out who it was—who had been chosen to be this monster. But every possibility only made it worse.
Seungmin, with his cruel precision? Hyunjin, wild and unpredictable? Chan, mercilessly strong? The unknown sent shivers of terror tearing through his nervous system even as his body shook with laughter.
His shirt was shoved higher, bunched under his armpits now, leaving every vulnerable inch of his torso exposed.
The thing—the monster—seemed to know exactly how to play him like an instrument. It poked just under his ribs in tiny bursts, sending him into sharp, barking laughs, then shifted up to scribble across his tummy, drawing out higher, broken squeals.
“STAHAHAHAP STAHAHAHAP STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” Minho screamed, head thrown back, hair falling into his eyes. His laughter rang pure, frantic, adorable.
The nails, no, claws, skittered under his arms, swirling and tickling the tender hollows until Minho screamed laughter so loud it made Felix stumble backward, hands over his ears.
He had always been the cruel one, the merciless tickler, the one who knew everyone’s weak spots. But now—now he was reduced to nothing, dangling helplessly while invisible fingers shredded his composure into hundreds of helpless, musical cackles.
Every scratch under his arms sent lightning bolts of unbearable ticklishness shooting through his body. “IHIHIHIHIHIHIH CAHAHHAHAHANT!! OH FUHUHUHUHUCK!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE, MEEHEHEHEHEHERCY!!!!"
"Two down, who's next??"
Felix stumbled back, horrified. Minho wailed at him, begging him to run, to leave him.
And poor Lix had no choice.
Changbin was prepared.
He wasn't like the rest of them, running off in disarray and screaming like children.
He was Changbin. Strong, solid and unbreakable.
If anyone could keep the monster pinned, it would be him. He walked down the black hall with his fists raised, each step heavy with purpose. He was breathing steady, with his jaw firm.
He wasn’t afraid.
At least, that’s what he told himself.
A faint shuffle of movement behind him—Changbin whirled instantly, throwing a punch into the darkness. His knuckles met only air. Another sound to his left—he swung again, grunting as his arm cut through nothingness.
“What the—HEY!!” His voice broke as he struggled, muscles bulging against the binds, but they only yanked tighter, pulling both arms high above his head, leaving him utterly defenseless, back arched as his knees bent on the spot. He kicked, snarling, the fight in him refusing to die.
"Don't...don't even THINK about it..." Changbin pleaded into the dark space, though it was clear by his tone that he was panic-stricken.
He squirmed and tried to dig his heels in further, but the cords held him fast. He was stuck.
Then there were claws. Ten claws. Sharp claws. Unrelenting claws. And they were spidering deep into the hollows of his armpits.
"GAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! NOHOHOHOHO!!" Changbin was shrieking as his rugged exterior cracked instantaneously into high-pitched laughter he had never known was possible. He bucked against the floor with his legs kicking out behind him, twisting his body like a fish on a hook. "NAAHAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHEHERE!!"
He remained in his arched position, cackling his head off as those stupid projections swirled against his worst spot unrelenting.
His laughter was unbearably cute—lighter, higher, more boyish than his voice ever suggested. The monster’s fingers dug mercilessly into the tender flesh, swirling and scratching until Changbin was in absolute pieces.
“PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!” He begged through wheezing giggles, his chest heaving as the touches scribbled higher into his armpits. “IHIHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAN’T—NAAAHAAHAHAHAHAT THAHAHAT SPOT!!”
The nails didn’t let up. They scribbled lower now, gliding over his upper ribs, dragging across each sensitive groove with precision that felt inhuman. His body jerked violently with every touch, laughter spilling out of him like water bursting through a flooded dam.
Fingers pinched into the spot right between his ribs and armpits and he nearly screamed with laughter, head throwing back.
He attempted to wriggle, to use his strength, but every squeeze of his ribs made him convulse with laughter, every scratch he received under his arms sent him into another fit of screeching giggles.
His muscles strained, but he was powerless, a quivering pile of hysterics and squeals, laughter bounding around the haunted house.
And the others—wherever they were—stood frozen at the sound. Changbin, their powerhouse, their tank, their brave fighter, was laughing like a chid, pleading with squeaky giggles, as if it were the end of him.
Somewhere in the darkness, the monster whispered: “Another down, five more to go.”
The area had fallen into silence once again, with the winding pathways absorbing all sound other than the sporadic drip of water and the shuffle of sneakers on the concrete floor.
Hyunjin had lost the others somewhere around the mechanical hallway, that area that was entirely lined with fog and rubbery vines. He muttered to himself as he continued forward, the beam of the flashlight limping nervously around to check for anything unusual.
And then something brushed against his calf.
Hyunjin jumped and spun around, the light cutting through nothing but haze. "Who's there?" He could hear his voice crack a little. Shit, being alone was a mistake.
Before he could do anything else, cords erupted from the floor and swiftly wrapped around him - cold, tight, alive. He yelled as he stumbled backward just as the ropes behind him pulled him upright, his chest flat against the wall in a heartbeat.
There was another stretch of rope that taped his wrists out wide. His back arched as the rope pulled tight, his feet hovering just a few inches off of the ground.
The atmosphere behind him altered.
One hand—or possibly more—was flat between the small of his back. The touch remained for a second, almost inquisitive. That was when the claws began to take action.
“W-wait, no—no, nonononohohohoHOHOHOHO!!”
The sound that came out of him was pure laughter—raw, startled, unstoppable. The claws skated up and down his spine, scratching lightly, tracing the dip of his back before curving to the sides. Every spot they touched sent him jerking forward, but the cords only pulled him tighter.
“PLEHEHEHEASE! IT TIHIHIHIHICKLES SO BAHAHAHAD!!”
The creature didn’t react. It just slid lower, dragging dull points in torturous spirals over his ribs and shot to the side. The abrupt change caused him to shriek. His body contorted vainly, his shoulders shaking, his hair falling into his face.
“NOOHOHOHOHO—NOT THEHEHEHEHEHERE!!”
The laughter burst forth until he could barely breathe. Each time there was a pause for air, another claw slipped under his arm to further find the tender skin in that spot. He arched so high the cords creaked.
“STOPSTOPSTOP—AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH—”
The monster stayed silent, methodical. It followed the lines of his ribs, tracing up and down until tears blurred his eyes. His laughter turned desperate, almost voiceless.
Somewhere above him, a soft chuckle echoed. It wasn’t cruel, exactly—just enjoying itself. That somehow made it worse.
By the time the claws eased off, Hyunjin hung limp in the cords, chest heaving, giggles still bubbling out against his will. His back burned with the ghost of touch.
He managed to whisper, breath breaking between words, “I’m… gonna kill you guys… when this is over…”
The dark stayed quiet for a beat. Then a fingertip trailed lightly down his side, just enough to make him jump.
"One more down, three to go."
Jeongin moved along the halls with the speed of a panther. He knew the tickle monster had every idea where he was sensitive. He was one of the more ticklish members after all.
He shivered imagining which of the members was after him this time. He had heard Changbin's cackling and certainly did not want to be a part of that.
The darkness around him pressed close, and then there was a whisper—a sound barely audible in the air—before a sharp, invisible hand grabbed his ankle.
Before he could even yelp, his body was twisted, flipped, and suddenly he was upside down, staring up at the ceiling with his hands bound above his head, the ropes snug around his wrists. Shit.
He somehow didn't feel dizzy. Yet another of the monster's powers.
The soft, suffocating fear of being caught crept over him as the soft, rhythmic sound of the monster’s footsteps circled him.
"Please...go easy..." Jeongin whimpered, eyes squeezing shut. He felt helpless. And he was.
The monster was quick to engage. It seemed to read Jeongin's discomfort, quickly reaching its hand out and sending something soft across Jeongin's neck: feathers.
Before he could fully process it, they were sweeping down his neck, tracing over the sensitive skin. He sucked in a sharp breath, his body involuntarily jerking as the ticklish feeling shot through him like a live wire.
Giggles bubbled up in his throat, and he bit his lip closed, eyes watering as the feathers traced along his neck, sweeping across his ears, trailing teasingly along his collarbones.
He couldn’t form words—he could barely breathe as the feathers stroked lightly behind his ear, and suddenly, Jeongin couldn’t help but let out a loud, breathless squeal. "Nohohohoho plehehehhease!" He giggled. It was impossible to scrunch his neck up, too. He was upside down. Jeongin’s chest heaved with desperate breaths as he shook his head, trying to beg for mercy, but the monster wasn’t listening.
Instead, it moved the feathers to his jawline, gently tracing the smooth edges, then teasing the sensitive skin under his chin. The feathers swept along his throat, light as air, like tiny, stinging whispers against his skin.
The feathers continued their trailing, angled ends flitting against Jeongin's neck and ears, and each gossamer touch made him squeal and root against the ropes uselessly.
His voice was high and precious and filled the darkness like a soft song, sprinked through with the little, desperate gasps and hiccups that fell.
“Ahahahah! Oh my gohohohosh!” He squealed, his back arching slightly as the monster traced the edge of his ear, making him giggle uncontrollably. "Ihihihit's so bahahahad! Please lehehemme gohohohoho!!"
Restraining himself was nearly impossible, as Jeongin gasped for air between giggles, the monster drawing the feathers over his skin and never letting him forget the sensation.
Felix had always known his back was a bit more sensitive than most people’s. His disk surgeries, a result of years of dancing and physical strain, had made him aware of just how fragile that part of his body could be.
He’d learned to take extra care with his posture and movements, never pushing too hard or stretching beyond his limits. Which is why he knew he was doomed when his back ache flared up, and he was forced to stop running, collapsing against a wall. He panted hard, the sight of Minho's helplessness still engraved in his mind.
He grunted and pushed himself up, determined to keep moving, to escape, to find the others.
That's when he was pushed flat onto the ground. Lix yelped, trying to push himself up again, but a force prevented him from doing so. It wasn’t a sharp attack, like the others had faced. No, the monster knew Felix’s body, knew exactly where his back would give way to the kind of tender ticklishness that made him feel completely vulnerable.
Fuck.
Felix let out a horrified squeal as claws dragged down his back, gently swirling along the tender area. "Nohoho!! NOHOHOT THERE IT'LL HUHURT PLEHEHASE!!"
The second touch came as a soft flutter of nails against his back, tracing a delicate pattern just below his shoulder blades. Felix inhaled sharply, instinctively trying arching his back.
He knew it would ache, but he was desperate to escape. It wasn’t a sharp tickle, but it was enough to make his body react, to make his muscles tense up in that involuntary way. But he wasn't able to. His back remained still, immobile.
But then, the monster’s fingers, still light as feathers, moved to his sides—just a small dip from behind. Felix jerked forward, a strangled gasp escaping him, and the tickling escalated.
The monster was careful to make sure his back was immobile, keeping him safe from any strain that could cause pain, but at the same time, it didn’t let up. It was like it had unlocked some kind of secret in Felix’s body, a weakness he hadn’t even known existed.
"Stohohohahhahahap stop stohohohohop!!" Felix begged, his grin large and unrestrained as he giggled. The crawly feeling of the monster's nails towards his sides was enough to set his nerves on fire.
The spidery crawling nails up and down his sides and back, circling his spine, teasing his shoulder-blades, made his back shake with each soft touch, each gentle stroke that sent waves of ticklish electricity through him.
The monster wasn’t trying to make him scream; it wasn’t trying to break him down. No, it was simply teasing him, playing with him like a puppet, each stroke sending Felix into fits of giggles.
He choked on a gasp, more laughter bubbling up from his chest as the nails switched to soft feathers, and Felix's anxiety skyrocketed when he remembered the monster was feeding off of his laugh.
But what could he do? He was trapped, stomach down, flat on the floor with no escape. All he could do was lie there and take it.
Seungmin had always prided himself on being the clever one, the one who kept his cool under pressure. He’d watched as his friends were overtaken one by one by the relentless tickling monster, but not him. No, he was different. He was faster, smarter, more prepared. And now, with the exit sign glowing brightly just ahead of him, so close that he could taste it, he felt he was almost free.
His heart pounded with hope. Just one more step, he thought. Just get to the door, pull it open, and get out of here.
He didn't care how far he would have to run, he was done with this haunted house and all of its horrors. He was almost there. Almost—
Snap.
The monster’s grip closed around his ankle like iron. His heart skipped a beat, a chill running up his spine as it yanked him off his feet.
"Wha—?!" Seungmin's exclamation was silenced as his body was violently slammed to the ground, face first with a muted thump. His hands instinctively waved out, struggling to get hold of anything, but it was futile.
First, he felt his shoe fly off, and then his sock. "Nonono! NO!" Seungmin yelled, panic taking control of his voice and sanity, pitching decibels higher. He attempted to twist his body, but the monster had his foot pinned in place, holding it up in the air like it was nothing.
He noticed a slight flicker of movement, and before he realized it, the monster’s claws were brushing teasingly against the arch of his foot. Seungmin went still. His eyes widened, his body momentarily tense, almost hoping, praying, the tickling wouldn’t come. Then the claws came back down, this time deliberately, circling slow patterns around the arch of his foot.
Seungmin lost it. The mix of frustration, being so close to the stupid exit, and the tickles sent him spiraling into the loudest laughs he'd ever let out.
Seungmin’s scream turned into helpless, bubbling laughter. He slammed his fists against the floor, twisting and curling up, his voice cracking as he tried to suck in air between bursts of wild giggles. “STAAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP—!!”
“Let—me—GOHOHOHOHO!!” he tried to yell, but it came out tangled in hysterical laughter. He kicked again, voice breaking into another helpless shout. “Fuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuck it tickles so bad!!”
The nails swirled teasingly at the sides of his foot, and Seungmin squealed into his palms, kicking helplessly and gasping frantically. "FUHUHUHUHUCK NOHOHOHO DOHOHOHON'T DOHOHOHO THAHAHAHAAHA—"
He was so close. The exit was right there! The sensation of dread, panic and pure helplessness flooded his chest as his body jerked in response to the stupid tickles.
The monster was relentless. It mixed up its tickling: slow, playful strokes across the arch, and then fast, fluttering scratches along the arch that caused Seungmin to kick instinctively. It tried with little circles, zigzagging across the arch, and then a blur of feather light poking.
And Seungmin's panic filled brain pieced it all together. There would only be one person who would dare to go after his feet other than Minho, who wasn't the monster for sure.
Chan.
The monster...the cruel and teasing and mean...was his Channie hyung.
"CHAHAHAHAN HYUNG STHAHAHAP!!" Seungmin shouted on a whim. The monster's fingers froze, and Seung gasped as he felt the grip on his ankle loosen.
He took the chance and ran with it. He grabbed his sock and shoe on the way, pushed himself off of the floor, and ran. Shoving at the exit bar, he embraced freedom.
Seungmin stumbled into the next room, panting, and was immediately hit with the rays of sunlight from the glass ceiling. He fell directly into Jisung's arms.
"Thank goodness you're alright." Jisung murmured, combing his fingers through Seungmin's hair. "Bet you ran into him too, huh?"
"It—the monster...It's Channie." Seungmin gasped. He could feel Jisung stiffen instantly as the door opened again.
Minho ran out squealing. Eyes wide. He had clearly only just had been let go, hence the giggles that were spilling out as he crumpled to the floor, spreading his limbs out like a starfish.
He was soon followed by Changbin, Hyunjin, Jeongin, and Felix, who all fell into a pile on top of him. Classic hug pile.
"Fuck...that was intense." Jeongin huffed.
"So it was Chan, huh?" Hyunjin deduced, just to push everyone back when the door opened for the final time.
At first glance, Chan looked almost normal: lean, agile, and with the same sharp, teasing grin that hints he knows exactly how to make his lee squirm.
The thing that really caught everyone’s attention were his hands. His fingers had elongated slightly, tapering into blunt, gleaming claws. They weren’t threatening, exactly.
They were perfect tools of teasing—but they glinted in the light as Chan wiggled them absentmindedly, as if testing the air. Occasionally, one would flex in a slow, teasing spiral, like it had a mind of its own.
Seungmin flushed a bright red on the spot at the movement.
The strangest thing, though, were the two thin, silken cords that hovered around him like obedient pets. They followed every step he took, wriggling slightly as though alive, each cord coiling and uncoiling with a teasing fluidity.
When he moved, they shifted instantly, ready to snake around anyone foolish enough to try to escape. The ropes weren’t dangerous—they didn’t cut or bind painfully—but they could hold a struggling member just long enough for Chan’s claws to find the perfect ticklish spots.
"You look insane." Minho blurted out.
"I'm sure you thought so," Chan chuckled. "—When I got those cute ribs of yours."
Minho's ears reddened, and he was averting his eyes. Jeongin snickered and Min slapped his shoulder in retaliation.
"So," Jisung was quiet. "You're actually a monster?"
Chan's eyes flickered between mischief and sadness. "Yes, and I really do get stronger hearing your laughter. I've been like this for a while."
Everyone was silent. No one said a word. Some barely even blinked. Chan's nervousness was visible. He was taking steps back.
"That's...okay." Seungmin cleared his throat.
Everyone whipped their heads around to face him.
"I mean, he tickles us all the time anyway..." Seungmin seemed to get more flustered with all seven pairs of eyes trained on his face. "What difference does it make? It's not like it's harmful."
Slowly, the others agreed. It was their Channie hyung, after all. He was always there for them no matter what, so they decided it was time to...return the favor, per se.
After a few minutes of awkward silence (caw caw), Minho finally decided to speak up.
"So, is the tickle monster ticklish himself? I'm really looking for some revenge."
