Revenge
This is the Sequel to „Sorry ma bro“.
Summary: After Min-su was tickled senseless by Nam-gyu, Thanos wants to encourage his little bro to take revenge.
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It had only been a few minutes since Nam-gyu had learned about a strange game called tickling.
In fact, as unbelievable as it sounded, he had never heard of this strange thing before and was now extremely fascinated.
Thanks to Thanos, he had been able to try it out on his teammate Min-su first, and after a few failed attempts, he had already gotten the hang of it.
Once he had perfected the technique, he was surprised at how effective it was. Min-su had literally collapsed, pleaded for mercy, and laughed himself half to death. Nam-gyu would have liked to continue and study the other one's reactions further to learn more about this seemingly harmless but wicked children's game.
Unfortunately, Thanos had decided to play relatively fair and let Min-su go after teaching Nam-gyu the basics about it.
However, Nam-gyu wanted more. He wanted to let his sadistic side out and take out all his pent-up anger mixed with his repressed fear on someone but in a way that wouldn't hurt another player.
Unfortunately, that was no longer possible, because Min-su had fled, and Number 124 didn't want to mess with Thanos, who was nowhere to be seen anyway.
So while he continued to ponder this newly discovered method of torture, a certain purple-haired rapper had already set out in search of Min-su.
Because for Thanos, the fun was not over yet, of course. It had been fun to tease his little bro Min-su a bit, but in the process he had also learned something crucial about his sidekick Nam-gyu: he had no idea what it felt like to be tickled, even though he had had so much fun tormenting Min-su.
In Thano's opinion, this was obviously very unfair and had to be changed. Now he just had to convince Min-su of his plan and they could set about tormenting their unsuspecting victim. Unfortunately, it was harder than expected to get the black-haired boy on board with the plan.
“No,” was Min-su's immediate response as he curled up on his bunk bed.
“You don't want revenge?” asked Thanos, who couldn't believe he had understood the younger one correctly. That wasn't entirely true either: Min-su would love nothing more than to get back at Nam-gyu and Thanos, after all, the rapper wasn't entirely innocent either. It was he who had come up with the idea of attacking Min-su with tickles in the first place.
And Min-su wanted revenge. He wanted to put the two of them in the same position he had been in about half an hour ago.
But he knew that the two of them were stronger and could easily overpower him if they wanted to. Thano's offer didn't make it any easier either, because if it was just a trick or the rapper suddenly decided to switch sides, Min-su was done for.
And even if he successfully tickled Nam-gyu, he probably wouldn't just accept it, but would start fighting or take revenge afterwards.
“Nam-gyu is... scary,” the black-haired man muttered quietly, avoiding Thanos' watchful gaze.
Then, out of nowhere, Thanos burst into laughter that was both amused and totally incredulous.
"Nam-gyu? Scary? Come on, that guy is super harmless. He can't even fight properly, but he acts like he won the gold medal in karate at the Olympics," Thanos laughed and smacked his thighs in amusement.
“I... don't really know,” stammered Min-su, who really didn't want to make an enemy of Nam-gyu.
“Come on, I swear the guy is like a little kitten,” Thanos said with clear conviction in his voice.
“I don't want revenge,” Min-su repeated his unchanged answer, but that didn't suit Thanos at all.
“Yes, you do,” he simply declared and laboriously pulled the younger man off his bed.
“Could you …please let go of me?” stammered Min-su as Thanos dragged him behind him by the sleeve of his dark green player jacket, like a dog on a leash.
“No chance,” replied Thanos, until the two finally stopped in front of Nam-gyu's bed. The latter's eyes immediately lit up when he realized that the ticklish thing aka. Min-su was now coming to him voluntarily.
“Hey Min-su bro, come here for a second,” ordered the druggie, patting the spot next to him on the bed. However, it was obvious from his eyes and his nasty grin that he wanted to ambush Min-su with another tickle attack.
“Hey Nam-gyu, take it down a notch,” Thanos warned, and instead went to the designated spot, which left Nam-gyu looking puzzled.
He wasn't used to Thanos rejecting fun suggestions, because that was generally a bad sign.
“What's wrong with you?” he asked, moving a little away from the purple-haired man. “Nothing,” Thanos grinned innocently before lunging at his buddy in one swift movement, triggering a wild wrestling match, somehow managing to sit up and finally settling on Nam-gyu's hip, holding his hands above his head.
“What are you doing? Get off me!” Nam-gyu groaned, desperately trying to get up. “Don't you want to grant our favorite bro Min-su his revenge?” the purple-haired man asked, feigning surprise.
“Revenge? What kind of nonsense is that? Did you take one pill too many?” whined Nam-gyu, who didn't understand what was happening at all.
“You've never been tickled before, have you? You've really missed out,” the rapper grinned nastily and poked Nam-gyu right in the belly button.
Nam-gyu couldn't process this new sensation at all and squealed in alarm. He had never felt anything that wasn't a punch or a kick, nor could it be classified as other types of touch such as a handshake or a hug. This small poke alone sent a strange, electric sensation through Nam-gyu's overwhelmed nerve system and made him blush with embarrassment.
“Aha, you're definitely ticklish,” Thanos concluded and repeated the devilish touch again.
“Stop it! That feels weird!” the former club director shouted, trying to push Thanos off him by wriggling around in panic, without success, of course.
“It's supposed to feel weird, dummy. That's what tickling is all about,” murmured Number 230, moving his hands to Nam-gyu's sides and scribbling there.
“No!” he screamed, kicking his legs. This feeling was so new and unfamiliar, yet it strangely made him want to laugh.
He now understood how Min-su must have felt in the past. Still, he didn't feel sorry for him.
“Come on, Min-su, come here and help me,” ordered the unofficial leader of the team, who was having some difficulty holding Nam-gyu down while fending off his kicks and punches.
“I... I don't know,” stammered the younger boy, looking uncertainly at Nam-gyu, who was trying to take advantage of the chance to escape, but fell back onto the bed with a slight tickle to his armpits.
“Don't you dare! If you help him now, I'll make sure you regret it!” growled the black-haired boy, trying to give Min-su an atleast somewhat intimidating look.
However, he didn't really succeed, due to the broad grin that involuntarily crept onto his face.
“Don't worry, my little bro Min-su. This goofball here is harmless,” said Thanos, running his fingers across his friend's stomach.
The many silver rings on his hand added to the annoying sensation.
“Min-su, come on now,” Thanos grumbled, eager to share his fun and Nam-gyu's suffering with Min-su.
“Take a look at this,” said Thanos, pointing to Nam-gyu, who was already giggling after another simple stroke on his stomach.
“There’s absolutely nothing scary here“, he reasurred.
Min-su avoided the purple-haired man's gaze and thought about simply turning around and taking a nap. But something inside him knew that he wouldn't get another chance like this. To get back at someone for once in his life.
“All right,” he replied before he could even finish the thought. Thanos happily let go of his victim and clapped his hands enthusiastically.
“Okay, I'll hold him for you!”
“Min-su, I'm warning you! Don't you dare!” gasped Nam-gyu, who was just recovering from his laughing fit. He knew how cowardly Min-su really was, so there had to be a way to intimidate him.
“Sorry, Nam-gyu,” Min-su muttered apologetically, but made no move to reconsider his decision.
Carefully but precisely, Min-su's hand approached Nam-gyu's side and scratched gently, his hand shaped like a claw. “No!” Nam-gyu giggled and tried to roll to the side, but Thanos' grip was as firm as iron.
"This is such a bad joke! This is like hell!" whined Number 124, who felt truly helpless for the first time in his life. The pills he had taken a while ago and were slowly losing their clouding effect didn't really help either.
“I hope this doesn't hurt you,” Min-su said innocently, alternately poking Nam-gyu's sides and hip bones.
Much to Nam-gyu's dismay, Min-su's careful touches didn't hurt at all, but they tickled like hell, and Nam-gyu just couldn't get used to the terrible feeling.
“You dirty BASTAHAHARD!” he cursed, but Min-su had grown accustomed to the club director's snappy manner and was no longer intimidated by it.
Instead, he now focused on the specific spot where Nam-gyu's side met his hip. He knew from experience that this spot led to absolute hysteria in many people.
Now a little bolder, Min-su pressed his thumb into the flesh there and watched with slight amusement as Nam-gyu literally crumbled beneath him.
At first he bucked up, but quickly realized that this only pushed him closer to Min-su's hand, so he pressed his back harder into his bed, but nothing worked and he could do nothing but lie there and laugh heartily.
“The "dirty bastard" seems to have experience,” Thanos commented, teasingly tapping the underside of Nam-gyu's wrists, just to get on his nerves a little.
“THANOS; YOU JERK HAHAHA! HELP ME OUT HERE!” Nam-gyu squeezed out between his laughs and tilted his head back to look into Thanos' mischievously teasing face.
“Sorry, but today I'm on Min-su's side,” laughed the rapper, calmly popping a pill into his mouth with his free hand.
“This is no children's game!,” the black-haired man continued to complain, trying to knock Thanos’s necklace out of his hand to rebel atleast a little bit, but as so often, his reflexes got in the way and prevented him from moving as he would have liked.
“It's not exactly a game. More like a manipulable reflex,” Min-su explained calmly.
“I HONESTLY DON‘T CARE WHAT THE HELL IT‘S CALLED! Stop using it against me!”
“He can't stop swearing,” Thanos noted amusedly.
“Should I stop?” Min-su asked quietly, but kept his hand directly on Nam-gyu's stomach.
“Yes, damn it!” he yelled with relief, hoping that Min-su had at least a little honor and would let him go.
“All right,” he muttered and stopped. Thanos also stopped holding his sidekick.
“So, how was it?” the purple-haired man asked curiously.
“How was what?”
“Your first time being tickled, you fool.”
“Kind of hellish, but also kind of... bearable,” Nam-gyu replied, gasping for air. Slightly upset, he looked around for Min-su, but the latter had obviously fled as soon as he had the chance.
“Good to know,” said the rapper, handing Nam-gyu a leftover bottle of water he had from the food distribution.
“Next time, I won’t let that brat get away with it,” Nam-gyu said knowingly.
