The Perfect Plan
HIIIII! This is a Hwang brothers fic as requested many times by many people including @stay-123 . I love writting for these two, it gives me so much joy ahshshs. I hope you enjoy!
Summary: Jun-Ho wants to put In-Ho in his place, but In-Ho wants to put Jun-Ho in his place. All of this place-putting gets a little complicated, so there's only one logical solution.
Waring: This is a TICKLE FIC.
"Come in"
The door creaked open, Jun-Ho hesitantly stepping into the darkly lit room. There was his brother, his face bare and genuine without the mask, yet his gaze dark and distant. He sat in a fancy armchair by the fire, taking sips from his rich flask of whisky. The office practically smelled like money. And, ordinarily, Jun-Ho would have been delighted that his brother had come across such wealth. But this situation was far from ordinary.
"Take a seat", In-Ho gestured, as if Jun-Ho were merely one of the VIP's and not the blood brother he had given his spare organ to. Jun-Ho sat down on a couch opposite him, slowly and grudgingly, his eyes narrowed. He had finally found the island - found his brother again. He'd been looking everywhere for him for years, trying to save his victims from this awful place. And him of course - Jun-Ho wouldn't dare picture his own loving brother rotting in prison. The brother who had supported him every step of the way, who had taken time out of his busy high school and college schedule to play with him and chat to him instead of studying. Who had taken out his bullies with his strong, menacing demeanor. In-Ho was like a bear - terrifying to some but adorable and affectionate to others. For Jun-Ho, he was the latter.
In-Ho had invited his brother for a 'chat', hoping to clear things up before they decided what to do next. Of course, Jun-Ho knew his brother had zero intention of agreeing to give up the games, but a conversation was needed more than anything. Jeez - he'd been waiting to speak to his brother for years, and he couldn't have imagined a worse circumstance.
"Your nervous", In-Ho commented nonchalantly. That bastard could always tell. He chuckled - "It's cute".
Jun-Ho groaned, "What do you want?"
In-Ho's sinister smirk widened, "Wow, is that anyway to address your elder brother? Manners Jun-Ho, manners".
"Cut the crap, what are you hoping to get out of this?"
In-Ho frowned again, his eyes once more going distant.
"Firstly, I'd like to apologize for shooting you".
Jun-Ho noticed a slight quiver in his voice, as if In-Ho had been dwelling on this for quite a while. As if it had legitimately been keeping him up at night. Jun-Ho knew his brother just as well as his brother knew him - even though he was trying to sound put together, he was scared too.
"You won't tell ooma, will you?"
Jun-Ho jolted forward, lifting his fist, "I swear to god, you better cut this bullshit right now or I will-"
"You'll what? You'll punch me? Well, go ahead. I shot you. An eye for an eye I suppose-"
Jun-Ho just snickered sarcastically and shook his head, "I won't punch you. I'm not like you".
In-Ho shook his head in return. Seeing his little brother like this, threatening to attack him even though he was much smaller and weaker, reminded him of many times in their childhood. In-Ho knew he was still stronger than Jun-Ho, even though they had both trained at the same academy. But Jun-Ho had always been a bit too feisty. It was never actually violent, but they often got into play fights. Or, rather, Jun-Ho would start play fights he wouldn't win. And it would always end up with the younger on the floor, screaming for mercy as his evil big brother skittered his fingers up and down his sides and ribs, where he was devastatingly ticklish. In-Ho's eyes sparkled a bit at the memory.
"What the hell are you thinking?"
Shit, the Frontman had dozed out for a second. He cleared his throat, but couldn't help the slight tremor in his voice. These memories made him sad - he really missed his carefree times with Jun-Ho, when the younger was a kid or teen and he was a teen or young adult.
"I was just getting a sense of Deja Vu, darling brother. From when we were kids".
Jun-Ho's face dropped a bit. In-Ho couldn't help but squeak and chuckle at that. It always amused him how his little brother could go from being headstrong and determined to confused and disorientated in the split of a second. He noticed Jun-Ho pouting at him, clearly annoyed that his elder brother found his demeanor amusing. That just made In-Ho laugh more.
"Shut up!", Jun Ho yelled, lifting his arm again to punch. That just made In-Ho throw his head back and laugh even louder. This was all too amusing. His body was shaking with laughter, his chest rising and falling as Jun-Ho just glared at him.
"Snap out of it!", Jun Ho punched In-Ho's shoulder gently, as if threatening to do more.
"Owww", In-Ho whined, rubbing his shoulder. The punch may have been gentle, but it was still sore, "What was that for?"
Shit. Jun-Ho couldn't help the smile forming on his face. It was impossible not to grin when his big brother got all goofy like this, even in situations where it was very much unwanted. It was as if In-Ho's menacing side had switched off and his affectionate side had come to the forefront - all triggered by the sight of Jun-Ho.
Luckily In-Ho was too busy chuckling to see Jun-Ho's smile, which he quickly suppressed. His elder brother opened his mouth to say something, but Jun-Ho interrupted him with another punch, this one a bit harder.
"Ahh!", In Ho cried, catching Jun-Ho's arm in a firm grip. Jun-Ho tired to pull back, but couldn't. The menacing Frontman returned instantly.
"I was about to say something", In-Ho glared, pulling Jun-Ho's arm in tighter, squeezing it so it almost hurt.
Jun-Ho was starting to get seriously worried now. He tugged at his arm, but the Frontman wouldn't budge.
"You'll pay for that", In-Ho said, his voice dark and expressionless.
Jun-Ho shut his eyes, anticipating pain. That was when he felt his arm being pulled in the air, catching him slightly off balance. In-Ho steadied him by pushing his opposite side a bit with his hand, before digging his fingers right into the hollow of Jun-Ho's exposed underarm.
This was the last thing Jun-Ho had excepted. He reflexively tugged his arm, but was horrified when it wouldn't budge. Luckily, his training as a cop had taught him to hide reactions in sudden situations like this. Well, not exactly like this, but the skills were transferrable. He bit his lip hard, looking away from In-Ho, hoping to god he wasn't smiling.
In-Ho saw how Jun-Ho bit his lip, the widest grin on his face. He felt both accomplished and affectionate. Brutal and loving.
Jun-Ho, on the other hand, would not let himself break. He couldn't think straight with the tickly sensations under his arm, but he had to try and form some sort of coherent plan. The last time he'd been anything close to tickled was a few months ago, when he'd had his regular checkup and the stomach exam came along.
"Oh no", In-Ho frowned, "Why aren't you laughing? You used to be so ticklish, whatever happened?"
In-Ho than stopped. Jun-Ho, relieved, and completely oblivious to his elder brother's sinister plan, caught his breath. He stepped back but than realized he couldn't. In-Ho still had his hand in a firm grip.
The Frontman smirked, "Don't think your getting away that easy. If that didn't break you, this sure will-" In-Ho started wiggling his fingers dangerously close to his sides. Oh shit. Oh no. Not there. Anything but there. Jun-Ho felt his skin prickle, biting his lip even tighter. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to hide his reactions now.
In-Ho's stern smirk finally cracked, and he couldn't resist his authentic grin coming out. Goodness gracious this was adorable! He hadn't even stated touching his little brother yet! It brought back so many memories.
"Oooo, tense are we? Don't worry, this ought to relax you-"
With that, in-Ho dug all ten of his fingers into Jun-Ho's exposed sides, hitting all the spots that he knew his little brother HATED.
Predictably, Jun-Ho burst into laughter.
"NOHOHOHO! IN-HOHOHO! STOHOHOHOHOP! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!"
God, he was begging already. Where had his pride gone.
In-Ho tutted, "Not until you promise to leave this island and never come back". Damn, the words stung even as he said them. But he was the Frontman now - he had to keep the games going. The VIP's depended on him. And he had to get his brother off this island to somewhere he'd be safe.
The word's stung for Jun-Ho too, but he couldn't dwell on them for long with his damn sides being attacked.
"NAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIHI HAHAHAHVE TO DO MY JOHOHOHOB! EEEE! *SNORT*"
In-Ho beamed from ear to ear, "Was that a snort I just heard? Oh how I missed that sound. I think you might just be too ticklish for you're own gOOD-"
Jun-Ho had escaped. He didn't know how, but he'd escaped. Probably because the Frontman's grip on him had loosened, due to the fact that he'd been getting so distracted admiring and melting at his younger brother's cuteness. And, the moment Jun-Ho had escaped, he had jabbed his brother's side back. And kept his finger there, and wiggled it. But, instead of trying to escape, the Frontman just collapsed backwards in his armchair, collapsing into low, firm giggles.
"Ahahaha shihihit!"
Jun-Ho was shocked at himself. Why the hell was he tickling him? Why wasn't he doing something more violent, or at least less stupid?
"Eheheheh! Okahahay! Yohohou wihihihin!"
Jun-Ho felt a rush of exhilaration at that. He'd won! Hooray! Wait, no, they weren't kids anymore. Snap out of it Jun-Ho.
Jun-Ho tried to put on a stern face, "What were you saying about me being too ticklish, In-Ho?"
The Frontman just kept giggling, "Okahahay okay! You wohohon! Stohohohop!"
In-Ho felt amazing. He hadn't been on the receiving end of affection in forever. He was too overjoyed to feel embarrassed about how quickly he'd dropped the whole menacing act, how quickly he'd submitted to his brother's influence.
"Only when you promise to let me stay, report these games, and come home with me", Jun-Ho smirked.
"Yohohou knohohow I cahahan't!"
In-Ho squealed as Jun-ho hit a bad spot on his upper ribs, kicking a leg out. He kicked Jun-Ho, making him lose his balance and tumble backwards. In-Ho seized the opportunity, his lightning reflexes making him pounce on top of his brother.
"Oh, you will regret that so much-"
With that, In-Ho started squeezing Jun-Ho's sides. If the fingers had been bad, the squeezing was ten times worse.
"OHOHOHO GOHOHOHOD NOHOHOHO!"
NOW Jun-Ho's ticklishness was working in his favour, because his desperate squirms led to him flipping his elder brother over, almost accidentally. Standing up In-Ho was stronger, but on the floor their strength matched. Shocked at himself, he didn't miss the opportunity to go for the kill - scribbling at In-Ho's neck.
Instead of tossing his head back in laughter, the Frontman pinned it to his chest.
"NAHAHAHA! YOHOHOHOU SHIHIHIT!"
In-Ho fought back of course, reaching up and tazering Jun-Ho's sides. That made Jun-Ho burst into cackles, but he still wouldn't stop on In-Ho's neck.
AAAA! NOOO!", Jun-Ho squealed, skittering his fingers up and down In-Ho's chin and poking at his nape.
"HAHAHAH!", In-Ho grabbed Jun-Ho by his back and tipped him over. They were a big bundle of flying limbs at this point.
"STAHAHAHAP!", Jun-Ho begged.
That made In-Ho dig his fingers in harder, feeling his little brother's body shake against him.
"NOHOHOT UNTIL YOUOHOU STOHOHOHOP!"
"NEHEHEHEVER!!!"
This went on for a few moments, the two of them struggling to get the upper hand but failing miserably.
"OKAHAHAHAY, TRUHUHUHUCE?!?!?"
Jun-Ho considered In-Ho's request. He wasn't thinking straight because of how ticklish he was.
"OHOHOHKAY! 3,2,1"
Jun-Ho took his hands off In-Ho's neck, excepting to get the same relief in return. His eyes widened in betrayal as In-Ho continued. But the Frontman wouldn't make the same mistake he'd made before. He wouldn't keep tickling his brothers sides, he would attack his knees with squuezes instead. That way Jun-Ho wouldn't be squirming enough to break free.
Just as In-Ho had predicted, Jun-Ho collapsed into brethless giggles, the widest smile on his face, his chest rising and falling"
"You know, you are far too gullible darling brother-"
"Fuhuhuhuhuck yohohou!"
God, Jun-Ho was too cute. The Frontman was too in awe to respond.
That was when there was a bang at the door. In-Ho jumped up, reaching into his pocket and grabbing his gun. He turned around, pointing it at....Gi-Hun, Hyun-Ju and Dae-Ho.
The three men just stared at him, their mouths hanging open in awe. Uh-oh, they'd seen it, hadn't they. He noticed that they had rifles on them, obviously planning another coup. Too dumbfounded to move, Jun-Ho stood up and pinned his brother's arms behind his back.
"Good job guys", he said.
In-Ho was shocked, "Wait, you knew about this?!"
"He planned it", Hyun-Ju said, stepping forward. Although there was a slight giggle in her voice. Oh boy, this was humiliating.
"You-"
Jun-Ho just smirked at him, "Come on big brother, I made these guys promise they wouldn't shoot you. But they might get riled up, so be careful what you say".
God, he was screwed.
