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𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 — 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙫𝙚:

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𝙖/𝙣: been FOREVER since a longing part :3 celebrating with a new ler in the series hehehe

warnings: pinning, teasing, minho calls jisung "tickle bug", use of recording and live stream, jisung is catastrophically embarrassed, a little disclaimer that jisung asked them

𝒍𝒆𝒆: han

ler: chan and lee know

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this fic contains tickling!! if not your thing, keep scrolling darling <3

Jisung is a mess. His face is the color of a ripe tomato, flushed all the way down his neck and disappearing under the collar of his oversized shirt. His hair is a mess, sticking up in every direction from thrashing.

Chan is still straddling Jisung's hips, solid and immovable, his weight pinning Jisung's wrists to the mattress on either side of his head. Chan's not even breathing hard, the bastard.

He's just sitting there with that fond, wolfish grin, watching Jisung try to remember how lungs work. Every few seconds, Jisung's body gives an involuntary twitch, a leftover spasm from the assault, and Chan's grin only widens.

Minho is happily sitting on his arms, completely unbothered, entirely content with having watched Jisung kick and buck and scream with laughter.

"Hello, everyone," He says, and Jisung nearly dies on the spot. Is he really live right now? He can almost hear the explosion of comments that must be flooding the screen. "Sorry for the sudden live. Chan-ah and I wanted to show you something."

Chan snorts above him, his grip tightening just a fraction. He shifts his weight, leaning down to get a better look at the phone screen. "Oh, this is going to be good," He murmurs, his breath warm against Jisung's ear, which is now burning a furious crimson.

A quiet, breathless sort of whine escaped Jisung’s throat. His chest was still heaving, the remnants of hysterical laughter bubbling up and dying in his ribs. 

He was pinned, utterly defeated. 

And the fans could see every single second of it.

Chan finally speaks up after about a moment. "So, who wants to see us tickle Hannie?"

Jisung's entire soul briefly left his body. His eyes went impossibly wide, and a strangled, disbelieving noise clawed its way out of his throat. The chat exploded. Hearts. Emojis. Screaming in all caps. A flood of YES and PLEASE and WE DO and I CANT BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING.

The pressure kept Jisung flat, but his knees. Oh, his traitorous knees, were already creeping up toward his chest, his body instinctively trying to curl into the smallest possible shape. His arms were still pinned by Minho, but his legs were free, and they were trying.

Chan laughed, bright and delighted, and it was the most beautiful and terrifying sound Jisung had ever heard. "Awwww," Chan cooed, tilting his head like he was observing a particularly fascinating creature. "Look at the little pill bug here. He's curling up. So cute~"

Jisung's face burned so hot he was sure he was going to combust. "I'm not a pill bug!" he whined, his voice cracking embarrassingly high. He tried to pull his knees up higher, tried to tuck his chin down, tried to disappear into himself.

Minho just laughed again, utterly unbothered. "He says this," Minho announced to the phone, which he'd propped up against a pillow so the camera had a perfect view, "but watch Chan-hyung get the tummy."

"No," Jisung gasped, his eyes darting to the phone screen where hundreds of comments were flying by. "No. Not in front of the fans. Chan hyung. Chan. CHAN.—"

Chan's fingers found his stomach.

"CHAHAHAHAHAHAN!!"

The giggle that exploded out of Jisung was helpless and immediate, his whole body jerking as Chan's long fingers spidered across his sensitive belly. His knees tried to slam shut, tried to protect him, but Minho was already there, already holding him, and there was no escape. 

"NAHAHAHAH!! YOU CAHAHAHAHAN'T!!"

Both Chan and Minho ignored his protests.

And Minho was already narrating, his voice smooth and clinical like a nature documentary. "Here we observe the pill bug in its natural habitat," Minho said, completely deadpan, watching Chan as his fingers wiggled mercilessly against Jisung's quivering tummy. "Its favorite habitat, as we can see."

Jisung wailed, a sound caught between laughter and despair and utter embarrassment.

"Being tickled half to death," Minho continued, nodding sagely. "Notice the defensive curling response. Classic pill bug behavior. He's trying to protect his vulnerable underbelly. But alas..."

Chan casually dips a finger into Jisung's belly button.

Jisung lets out a howl of laughter, tears streaming down his cheeks, his body writhing between them. His knees were still trying to curl, but Minho's weight kept him flat, kept him exposed, and there was nothing he could do but laugh and laugh and laugh.

"NOHOHOHHOHOO!! Dohohohohon't sahAHAHAY THAHAHT!!"

"The pill bug is experiencing peak distress," Minho narrated, his voice warm with barely concealed affection. "He's very red. Very loud. Very cute. The predators are fascinated."

Chan snorted, his own laughter shaking his shoulders. "Fascinated," He echoed, grinning down at Jisung's wrecked, tear-streaked face.

Jisung could barely form words anymore. His laughter had gone breathless. "I HAHAHAHTE YOU BOHOHOTH!!"

The chat was exploding with heart emojis and the excited suggestions of the fans.

"Get the hips?" Minho read out loud. "Why, what a good idea!"

Jisung squeals. "NO!! Nohohot thehehe HHIHIHIHIHIPS!!"

But Chan didn't wait. Of course he didn't wait. His thumbs dug into the sensitive hollows of Jisung's hip bones, pressing and vibrating in quick, merciless circles, and Jisung lost it. His whole body arched off the bed, a fresh shriek tearing out of his throat.

Minho's hand joins in at the ribs, vibrating thumb buried deep in the space between his bottom two ribs.

His legs kicked wildly, heels drumming against the mattress, but he couldn't escape. He couldn't move. Chan's weight was solid on his thighs, pinning him down, and Minho's hand was still at his ribs, vibrating into the spaces between each bone like they were playing some sort of cruel instrument.

Jisung swears he is not going to live another day. But he loves it anyway.

Jisung's head thrashed from side to side, his grin stretching so wide it hurt. Tears were absolutely streaming down his temples now, disappearing into his sweaty hairline. His laughter had gone completely silent between the shrieks.

Minho cooed, and his voice was dripping with mock sympathy. "Awww. Look at him." He tilted his head, watching Jisung squirm like a fish on a line. "The pill bug is absolutely thrashing. Look at those little legs go."

Jisung's legs were going. Kicking, scrabbling, trying to find purchase on anything that would give him leverage. But Chan's weight was on his waist, and Minho's weight was on his arms, and there was nowhere to go.

"I CAHAHAHAHN'T!! STOHOHOP TEHEHEASING MEHEHE!!"

"The pill bug," Minho continued, his voice sliding into that smooth nature-documentary cadence again, "stands no chance against the predators' strategies. The predators have identified the most vulnerable spots. The hip area. The rib cage. Very sensitive. Very ticklish."

"SHUHUHUHUT UP YOU MEHEHEHEANIE!!" Jisung screams. "I'hihim nohot even ticklihihish!"

That seemed to do it for a second. Both Chan and Minho paused.

"You're not ticklish?" Minho asked again, grin widening in amusement. "Should I test that out?"

Jisung whined. "No, please don't."

"Please don't what?"

"...Please don't tickle me."

Minho reached up to squeeze his hand, giving him a knowing look. At Jisung's nod, he was back.

Minho grinned, and took Chan's place. Chan clambered to tackle Jisung's arms down again. Minho made an amused expression. "Reallyyy?" He drew the word out, and his free hand came up, fingers crawling up Jisung's side like little spiders. "The pill bug isn't ticklish?"

Jisung clamped his lips together so hard his jaw ached. His whole body tensed, and the giggles started bubbling up in his chest, trapped behind his sealed lips. "N-Noho."

His shoulders hunched, his hips twitched, his legs kicked weakly against the bed. But he was determined. He would not break. He would not—

Minho's fingers wiggled against his ribs, light and teasing. "Is the little pill bug holding in his giggles~?" He cooed, his voice dripping with fake sympathy. "Is the pill bug feeling all the tickles?"

Jisung shook his head frantically, his breath coming out in sharp, strained little exhales through his nose. His face was so red. His whole body was trembling with the effort of keeping quiet.

Minho tilted his head, pretending to study him. "Who's the most ticklish pill bug, hm?" He mused, his fingers still dancing lazily across Jisung's ribs. "Is it you?"

Jisung shook his head again, a desperate, jerky motion. His lips were twitching, fighting so hard to stay together. A tiny, helpless giggle slipped out, and he slammed his lips shut again immediately.

Minho's eyes sparkled. "Really?" He frowned, pretending to be confused. "But I could've sworn you were..."

And his hands dove into Jisung's armpits.

"GAHAHAHAHAH!! MINHOOOO!!"

"What? Don't act like you didn't ask for this~"

"WHA—?! PFF—SHUHUHUHUT UP!! NO I DIHIHIDN'T!!"

"Mhm~" Both Chan and Minho chorused.

After another ten minutes of tickling a poor Jisung stupid, he finally started to wear out, going limp and giggly.

"Awww," Minho cooed, finally letting up a but, tilting his head as he observed Jisung's squirming form. "Look at the little pill bug. He's so sensitive today. Did the predators wear him out?"

"WEAR ME OUT??! YOU FUHUHUCKING TORTURED ME!!"

Minho shrugged. "Potato, patahto."

And then, "Don't be mean to the species predator. Or next time I will blow raspberries into your tummy until you cry."

Chan lets Jisung go. "C'mon, bug. Don't be rude. Say hi to the fans."

Jisung's blush is nuclear. "Hi guys. Forget that ever happened."

"Oh come on. We all know you lik—"

And the live cuts out as Jisung frantically slams the end button.

happy 3 year anniversary to me!!

starting off the next three days full of fics hehehehe i hope you guys like this one and i hope you're excited for the next ones too!!

[reginald-stay09]

ler chan/ler hyunjin from the latest skz code

taglist: @itzsana-kiddingmenow @discocannon8002 @sirloncelot-of-bananas @skzrosey @hi-im-1niki1-minaj333mwah @kawaiihaille20

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Lee: Jeongin

Ler: Bangchan

Words: 976

T/w: None!!!

A/n: 😼(Lino style)

Let’s get into it

Yo. Tickle fic btw. Scroll if you don wan

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As soon as Chan entered the dorm, he dropped his stuff. “Innieeeeeee~”

Jeongin paused, his stuff already set down as he had entered first. Without looking behind him, he answered, “Channie, no.”

Chan giggled, “Channie yessss~” He quickly closed the distance and wrapped his arms around Innie from behind.

Jeongin struggled in his arms, trying to get out. “Hyung. Cut it out-“ He was cut off as Bangchan dragged him onto the couch. “Hey!”

“Cuuuuute~” Chan snuggled into him, hugging him tighter. He’s been like this all day.

“Channie. You’ve been like this all day.” Jeongin stated in a strained voice

“You said you liked me the moooooost!” Chan sang, slightly rocking Innie.

“Hyung, I was sedated. It means nothing.” Jeongin rolled his eyes.

“LIES! You even called me reliableeeeee~” He snuggled his head into Jeongin’s neck. Jeongin flinched from the sensation, Chan’s spiky hair tickling the nape of his neck.

Chan smirked. “Well…if you won’t admit it…”

That tone.

Jeongin’s eyes widened, “Chan.”

“I guess I’ll have to tickle it out of you!”

No. Jeongin HAD to get out of there.

He started crawling at the couch, trying to get from under Bangchan before-

He felt clawing against his sides.

“PFT- CHAHAHAN-!” Jeongin immediately burst out laughing, his body collapsing on the couch.

“Admit it~” Chan teased, continuing to claw at I.N’s sides.

“NOHO WAHAY-!” Jeongin retorted.

“Fine then.” He switched it up his technique, squeezing at the younger’s obliques instead.

Jeongin tried rolling away, perhaps off the couch, but Chan was lying across his back. There was no way out.

“AHAHAHAHA-! HYUHUNG-“ Jeongin shoved his face into a couch pillow, muffling his laughter.

Chan pouted at the sight, wanting to hear his maknae’s giggles. He sat up, straddling I.N’s thighs before flipping him over, facing him up.

Jeongin panted, making the most of what he knew to be a short break. Chan looked at his face, pausing to appreciate the moment.

Jeongin’s face was flushed, pink from being worked up from squirming, but also from the embarrassment of the situation. His hair was slightly messy from the thrashing.

He was SO cute.

Channie beamed, “You’re so cuuuuuuute~” At this point, it was less about teasing and more about Bangchan cheesing over his maknae.

Jeongin whined, throwing his head back, “Yes, yes, now let me goooooo!”

Chan tutted and shook his head, “Nope.” He simply said, pulling up Jeongin’s shirt.

As soon as the cold air hit Jeongin’s skin, his hands instinctively flew to pull it back down.

He blinked.

“Oh yeah I have hands.” He thought out loud.

Bangchan shrugged, “It’s not gonna stop me!” He said, knowing he was stronger. He lifted I.N’s shirt again, immediately digging into the younger’s sides again.

Jeongin’s hands flew from his shirt to the older’s wrists, weakly pushing against them. “NOHOHO! YOU AHASS!” His eyes squeezed shut.

“You don’t mean that!” Chan stuck his tongue out, moving up to his ribs. He wiggled his thumbs onto the very last rib, knowing it was a sensitive spot.

Jeongin arched his back, his head thrown back in laughter. “NAHAHA! NOHO- NO NOHOT THERE AHAHAH-!”

Chan shook his head, wiggling his fingers quicker. “Hm, no. I think I’ll stay here.” Jeongin twisted side to side, trying to escape the maddening sensations. But alas, it was inevitable. Everywhere he squirmed, it was like Chan’s hands were waiting for him.

“You know, this looks pretty bad. Wish there was a way for you to stop it…” Chan acted solemn, as if he was a doctor giving up on finding a cure. “Wait a minute…THERE IS!”

“OHOH SCREHEW OHOFF!” Jeongin shouted, still managing to throw insults in this state.

“Screw off?? Oh no.” Chan moved grabbed I.N’s hands and quickly put them above his head before immediately digging his fingers into the younger’s armpits.

Jeongin’s arms immediately slammed back down to his sides. “WAHAHAHA- WAHAHAIT-! I- IM SOHORRY!” He shook his head left and right, the tingles infiltrating his mind.

Chan’s fingers continued to dig deep into I.N’s armpits, wiggling as much as they could. It was sensory hell. Every single wiggle was signal sent to every nerve in his body.

It was hell on the inside, but oh was he so cute on the outside. His smile, brighter than sun, radiated more than ever. His eyes, closed like that? It was like he hadn’t a care in the world.

Chan slowed, but kept it up enough to keep I.N laughing.

Jeongin couldn’t see, his eyes were squeezed together from laughing. And quite frankly? He was too embarrassed to even to even THINK about how Chan was looking at him right now.

How Chan was looking at him right now? In absolute awe. How could one person be this cute? Such a mess but so cute. Cute in such a charm no one else had. He could explode.

Before he could stop himself—

PBBTTT

A raspberry RIGHT in the middle of Jeongin’s stomach. A raspberry for his baby.

“AHAHAHAHAHA CHAHAHA- YOU- IHI- AHAHAHAH-!” He was lost in laughter. Every word fading into a cackle. It was like the raspberry was a symbiote of tingles, the ticklish feeling from his stomach to his whole body.

He looked I.N, the image filling his heart. He grabbed his hips, keeping I.N still as he planted another one on his bellybutton.

“NOHOHOAHAHAHAHA-!” Jeongin cackled.

Chan didn’t just stop there, he kept planting raspberries. Left side, Right side, Ribs, Hips (I.N loved HATED that one), over and over. Just to hear that laugh. Over and over.

Soon enough, Jeongin broke, “OHOKAY OKAY YOU’RE MY FAVORITE- PLEHEHEHAAHAHAHAH-!” He started pushing at Chan’s head, his hands still too weak to pry him off.

Chan lifted his head, finally relenting. “Seeeee~? I knew it!”

Jeongin panted, “Hyung…I hate you.”

“Not true~!” Channie sang, cuddling up against the younger again.

“…Not true.”

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@itzsana-kiddingmenow for u

Done!!!

Wow. I’ve never done a simple and sweet one.

Welp, hope yall like it🫶🏽

[astrophile-annie]

HIIII, Only if you have time, Can I request a Minchan fic where Chan teases Minho about how ticklish his sides/hips are? It doesn't necessarily have to be rough ^^ It can just be playful and yeah

Have a great day!

Hips Don't Lie

Lee! Minho Ler! Chan

a/n: Lee Know has bias wrecked me so bad rn warnings: a bit rough

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This is a tickle fic. If you're not into this stuff pls scroll... <3

The practice room was humid, the mirrors fogged up from hours of relentless choreography. The members of Stray Kids were scattered across the floor, gasping for air and draining water bottles.

Lee Know was sprawled out near the back wall, his shirt slightly damp and riding up just enough to show a sliver of his waist. He looked exhausted but content, his eyes closed as he tried to regulate his breathing.

Bang Chan, however, was still buzzing with energy.

He was leaning against the barre, watching his members with a fond, slightly wicked glint in his eyes. His gaze settled on Minho. He remembered a specific moment during the last tour—a stray hand during a costume change that had sent Minho leaping three feet into the air.

"Minho-ya," Chan called out, his voice dropping into that low, teasing tone that always signaled trouble.

Minho didn't open his eyes. "If you're going to tell me to do the bridge again, I'm going to bite you, Channie-hyung."

"No bridge," Chan said, walking over slowly. He sat down next to Minho, far too close for comfort. "I was just thinking about how much you’ve improved your core stability lately. You’re like a rock."

Minho finally opened one eye, suspicious. "Thank you? Why do I feel like there’s a 'but' coming?"

"No 'but'," Chan smiled, his dimples popping. "I just wonder... if that core stability holds up when you're caught off guard."

Before Minho could process the threat, Chan’s hand darted out. He didn't grab; he just gave a quick, firm squeeze to Minho’s hip bone.

Minho’s entire body jolted as if he’d been hit by a live wire. A high, sharp yelp escaped his throat—a sound he would normally never allow anyone to hear.

"Get away!" Minho hissed, scrambling back a few inches, his face instantly flushing a bright, defensive pink. "Don't touch the hips. You know the rules."

"Rules?" Chan laughed, crawling forward on his hands and knees, looming over the younger boy. "I don't remember agreeing to any rules regarding your very, very reactive hips."

Fast forward to two hours later at the dorm. Minho thought he was safe. He was settled into the corner of the sofa, a book in his hand, looking every bit the untouchable "Cat-Le Know."

Chan emerged from the kitchen, drying his hands on a towel. He spotted his target. He didn't say a word. He just walked over and sat on the coffee table directly in front of Minho.

"Hyung, I'm reading," Minho said, not looking up. But his hands were trembling slightly against the pages of the book. He could feel Chan’s eyes on his sides.

"Ohhh! Someone's jumpy," said Chan

"Hyung-ahhhh I'm notttt"

"You're holding the book upside down, Minho-ya," Chan pointed out.

Minho looked down. The book was right-side up. "Liar."

"You're nervous," Chan teased. He reached out and began to walk his fingers along the cushion of the sofa, slowly approaching Minho’s waist.

Step. Step. Step.

"Don't. Channie, I'm serious. I'll kick. I'll actually kick you into next week," Minho warned, but his voice was already starting to tilt into a giggle. The mere sight of Chan’s fingers creeping toward him was making his stomach flip.

"I'm a fast healer," Chan said. He pounced.

Chan’s hands landed squarely on Minho’s sides, right in the deep, sensitive dips between his ribs and his hips. He began a soft, rhythmic kneading motion, his fingers digging in just enough to be maddening.

Minho let out a loud, bubbly peal of laughter, dropping the book and curling into a ball.

"WAAAAAH! CHANNIE! NOHOHOHO! STOP THAHAHAHHAAHAAT! IT'S TOO MUCH! GAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!"

"I thought you were a rock, Minho!" Chan laughed, his own voice bright and joyful. He shifted his grip, using his thumbs to perform fast, circular pokes right along the side-seams of Minho's hoodie.

" PLEAAHAHAHAHHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOO! I'M GONNAHAHAHHA EXPIREEHAHAHAHAHA!"

Minho was thrashing, his legs kicking out, but Chan was too strong to be pushed off.  Lee Know, who had wrecked every member that week, was now a helpless, giggling mess, his head thrown back against the sofa cushions, his eyes wet with tears of laughter.

"NOHO-NOHO-NOHO!  CHANNIE, PLEHEHEASE! I'LL BE GOOD! I'LL DO THE BRIDGE TEN TIMES! JUST STOP TICKLIHIHING MEHEHEHEHEHE!"

Chan knew he had reached the limit of the sides, so he moved his hands down to the hips. He knew Minho guarded this area like it was a state secret.

"CHAN HYUNG. DON'T. YOU. DARE."

"Ohhohooho I dare..."

He clamped his hands onto the tops of Minho's hip bones and began a fast, vibrating motion with his fingers, moving them in rapid, unpredictable patterns.

The reaction was catastrophic. Minho shrieked—a raw, high-pitched sound of pure hysteria. He bucked his hips upward, trying to dislodge Chan’s hands, but the movement only made the sensation more intense.

"WAHAHAHAH! NO! NOHOHOHO! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHRE PLEAAAHAHAHA! CHANNIE! THAT'S ILLEGAL! WAAAAAH! I'M GONNA... I'M GONNA DIE! NOHO-NOHO-NOHO!"

Minho’s laughter was continuous now, a series of breathless, rhythmic wheezes. He was shaking so hard the entire sofa was vibrating. He reached out, his hands grasping at Chan’s wrists, trying to pull them away, but Chan just used the leverage to dig in even more playfully.

"You're so sensitive here!" Chan teased, using his fingernails to give a light, fluttery scratch right in the crease of the hip.

"WHAHAHAHATEVEHEHHEER! JUHAHAHAST LET MEHEHEHEHE GOHOHOHOOHHOOOO PLEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Finally, Chan pulled his hands away, raising them in the air to show he was finished. He was panting slightly himself from the effort of the "battle."

Minho lay across the sofa, a total wreck. His hair was a bird's nest, his face was a brilliant shade of crimson, and his eyes were sparkling with leftover tears. He was letting out tiny, involuntary "giggle-hiccups" every time he took a deep breath.

"You... you're a monster," Minho panted, his voice hoarse from shrieking.

Chan just reached over and smoothed down Minho’s messy hair, his expression turning soft and fond. "You're cute when you're not trying to be scary, Minho-ya."

Minho groaned and swiped at Chan’s hand, but he didn't move away. He stayed there, slowly recovering his breath, a small, tired smile playing on his lips.

"Don't... don't tell the kids," Minho whispered.

Chan winked. "My lips are sealed. But if you're mean to me tomorrow...."

[minnielvrr]

okay wait so yk your plushie au with all the members i’m just imagining one of the more ler members like minho / chan / seungmin being clingy (most likely chan) and wanting one of the members to stay home when they wanted to go out for a party.

and the lee is all dressed up and ready to go, and he’s laced their sneakers up and ler’s just standing there with lee’s plushie and an evil grin sneaking tickling fingers up the plushie’s little sole. not even being rough. just a crawly feeling.

the lee’s squealing and squirming there leaning against the couch and fumbling the laces until the ler makes an announcement.

“i’m not stopping until you’re in your jammies and in my arms”

so now the lee’s stumbling everywhere and giggling his head off, shrieking every time another finger phantom tickles at his arch. and he’s all disheveled and desperate so he runs back and frantically hops into the ler’s arms like “OKAHAY OKAY I DID IT PLEHEASE!!”

and the ler’s satisfied. because now the lee is all snug in their arms and they get their cuddles.

some pairings i think would be rlly good for this are in lee/ler order

minho / chan

hyunjin / changbin

jisung / minho

jeongin / seungmin

jeongin / hyunjin

chan / changbin

like 🫣🫣 tell me what you think avy babyyy

sorry if i’m being weird or if i disturbed you 🥺❤️‍🩹

Possessed Pt. 2

Lee: Minho Ler: Chan Word Count: 2.8k words

A/N: happy birthday @itzsana-kiddingmenow baby, hope you had the best day ever💖(sorry ik i'm late😭) Also there's two endings cuz I couldn't decide🤷🏽‍♀️

Possessed Pt.1

Tags: @itzsana-kiddingmenow, @lajanaa, @bbybumblelee, @hearted-anon, @lunalattae,

@jungwon-is-the-one, @reginald-stay09, @dusk-mp3, @lezleeferguson-120, @sophi-tickl-blog, @jeongin-lover08

“Minhoyaaaaa~” Minho let out the loudest sigh yet. Chan had been pestering him all day, literally clinging onto Minho from the moment he’d woken up.

He had hugged him as the younger prepared breakfast, lay sadly on Minho’s bed as he waited patiently for the younger to finish his shower, then tackled him onto the couch for hours of cuddling.

And had clung to him all the while he was getting ready for his friend’s party.

“Hyung… give that back.” He held his hand out towards Chan. The oldest stood grinning from ear to ear, wagging Minho’s socks in the younger’s face.

He was obviously very pleased with himself at having gotten a reaction out of the usually stoic boy. When Minho realized just using his words was useless, he changed tactics.

Minho was quick, grabbing a chunk of Chan’s sides with one hand and squeezing until the older gave in, too busy cackling his head off to notice the socks had been snatched right out of his hands.

“Meheheanie.” Chan had muttered, clearly sulking.

Afterwards, the oldest had skunked off somewhere, thankfully, letting Minho finish getting ready in peace. He had just finished tying his laces into perfect bows when the leader popped up again, Leebit held hostage in his grip.

“Do you have to go?” He asked, whined almost.

It made Minho sigh for the nth time. “Yes hyung, I do.”

“You really, absolutely, totally will abandon me here in this desolate place all by my lonesome?” He was spouting nonsense at this point, trying to stall.

“It’s just a few hours hyung-ah. Why don’t you find Lixie and play with him until I get back?” Minho suggested, subtly glancing at the clock over Chan’s head.

He had to leave in the next 5 minutes if he didn’t want to be late.

“But Lixie is hanging out with Hannie and they kicked me out…” Chan pouted, slowly inching closer and closer to Minho before looking him in the face.

Now, being on the receiving end of the most devastating puppy eyes he’d ever seen, Minho admits, he almost folded. Almost.

“I’m sorry hyungie. But I need to go. Maybe you can watch something on TV or play a game with Kim Seungmin and Innie?”

Minho decided it was best to make a quick exit. Rip the metaphorical band aid in one fell swoop. But before he could take two steps away from Chan, the older’s voice stopped him.

“Then I’m afraid you’ve left me with no choice.” Minho didn’t even get a chance to question him when he felt featherlight touches on the soles of his feet.

“W-whahat the hehell?” He stumbled away from the door, crashing into Chan, who easily steadied him with an arm around his waist, pinning Minho’s arms to his sides. “Hyuhung let me gohoho!”

Then, being the mean ler he was, he held the doll up with his free hand, making Minho watch as every finger he traced over the plushie’s foot felt as though they tickled his own.

Minho felt his heart race at the sight of the doll, his insides melting into warm goo as Chan’s annoyingly nimble fingers brushed over yet another overly sensitive spot on his feet, making him flinch and giggle.

“What’s wrong Minhoya? Are you perhaps feeling a little… ticklish?” Chan’s voice whispered in his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

The sensations grew more insistent by the second, going from light tracing at his heel to pokes over his arches and toes. Chan chuckled at the way the younger squirmed in his grip, failing miserably to grab ahold of the doll.

“Hyuhuhung whahat ihis this? How ahare youhuhu—ACK nohoHOHOHO!” Minho’s sweet giggles filled the room as he stomped his feet and wiggled helplessly in Chan’s hold. The older leaned sideways to peek at Minho’s face.

“Aww is that a smile I see? Don’t tell me you’re actually enjoying this?” Chan teased, fingers moving faster over the plushie’s little foot.

The lilt in Chan’s voice combined with his teasing words and the fingers wreaking havoc on his poor soles had Minho’s brain turn to absolute mush.

He melted into the embrace, slumping against Chan as he let the tingly sensations take over every corner of his mind.

“Nahahaha hyuhuhung shihihit nohohot myhyhy feheheet!!” He shook his head, eye squeezed tight as his laughter rose in pitch and volume.

His face grew impossibly more red, cute bunny teeth on display as he cackled his head off as Chan cooed at his every reaction.

Minho’s hands grasped onto the arm around his waist, pushing weakly at it as he shimmied in place. Too bad Chan’s dad strength triumphed over his diminishing energy.

“There’s no running from the tickle monster Minhoya~ Tickle, tickle, tickle little kitty~” Minho’s face flamed at the nickname. And even more at the gushy voice the older used.

He was going to kill Chan for this. Not even the police were going to find his body after this.

“Ihihihi hahate youhu sohoho muHUHUHUCH—AHAHAHAHA HYUHUHUNG!!”

The older kept up his attacks on the little doll, occasionally leaning over to blow in Minho’s ears just to hear him squeal in surprise.

His feet were one of his worst spots by far and it wasn’t long before his body started feeling like a live wire. The fact that he still didn’t understand how Chan was doing all this only made everything feel better worse somehow.

He was now hyperaware of each stroke and glide of five fingers going up and down his feet, scribbling first at the balls of his feet before dragging up to wiggle under his toes.

“Ahahahaha shihihit hyuhung plehease nohot thehere hahahaha-AH!”

And oh god did those tickle. The way they worked over each toe and traced abstract patterns over the tops of his feet just to keep him squirming.

It sapped away any strength left in his wobbly knees, leaving Minho to lean his full weight onto Chan.

Then came the alternating between each foot. Every time Minho’s laughter dimmed, Chan’s hands switched and kept going until Minho was gasping and squealing and jumping around.

“Look at how adorable you are! My cute little ticklish bunny~” Chan cooed, nuzzling his face into Minho’s neck, which dragged a helpless shriek from Minho, when the action sent little tickly sparks straight to his brain.

Chan let him go, then, watching in sadistic amusement as the younger shrieked when, all of a sudden, there were two hands going to town on both his feet at once.

“Nononono nohohohoho Chahahahannie hyuhuhung plehehease ohoho myhy gaHAHAHAHD!!”

Loud, unrestrained laughter filled the living room, Minho’s pretty features morphed into the brightest smile as he hopped and stomped around like a madman.

He looked downright hysterical, clothes ruffled and hands slapping against his thighs as he stumbled around blindly. He chanced a glance at Chan in his desperation, a shiver running down his body when they made eye contact.

A small smile was budding on Chan’s lips, making Minho’s stomach flutter. It was that damn look he wore every single time he’d utterly wrecked poor Minho.

And he was nearly there now, if the tears wetting the younger’s lashes and the huge beaming grin on his face was anything to go by.

And this very entertaining moment wasn’t missed by a certain pair of twins. The top half of a phone peeked out from the slightly open door to Felix’s room, recording every last embarrassing sound and humiliating dance Minho performed in his desperation.

After all, it wasn’t everyday someone got Minho that good.

“Do you want this to stop?” Chan asked, his shadow casting over Minho’s twisting form. The younger nodded frantically, feet kicking and digging into the floor as if he could escape it all.

“yehes yes YEHEHES PLEHEHEASE IHIHI CAHAHAN’T!!”

As the ticklish sensations went rampant on his feet, Minho’s knees got wobbly— and unable to hold his full weight, he collapsed back onto the couch.

“Then go change. Right now. I’m not stopping until you’re in your jammies and in my arms.” The oldest announced. Minho had never stood up from a couch that fast.

Only a single thought was present at the forefront of his mind. Change and hug his hyung. In his haste, his hands fumbled with the laces, tangling and slipping like he was doing this for the first time.

Letting out a frustrated growl, he kicked off his shoes, stumbling dazedly away from the living room and towards his own bedroom.

The moment the door closed behind him, he collapsed to the floor, clawing at his soles, hoping to disrupt the torturous scritches Chan kept doing.

But his nails only added onto the annoyingly ticklish sensations, making him let out a frustrated whine through his giddy laughter.

Chan was obviously going much easier on him at the moment, knowing the younger wouldn’t stand a chance at mercy if he didn’t.

Minho’s toes flexed and curled in his socks, begging for reprieve as he stumbled his way to his closet. He didn’t care how much of a mess he looked, grabbing the closest pair of pajamas he could find and ripping off his party clothes.

It happened to be the bunny onesie Chan had gifted him for his last birthday, complete with floppy ears and a fluffy tail.

His nose scrunched up in annoyance but when the tickly sensations left his feet to swirl over his sides, Minho knew Chan was growing impatient.

“Fihihine fihine ihihim dohoing it!” He yelled, hoping Chan heard him. Seconds later, the door slammed open, Minho barreling through and basically throwing himself into Chan’s open arms.

“ihihihi dihid what youhu ahahsked…nohohw stahahap ti—tihickling mehehe.” He pleaded, face smushed into Chan’s shoulder.

He panted loudly, slumping his full weight onto Chan— a tiny way to get back at him. Little bunny sniffs escaped his pouty lips as he slowly recovered from the attack.

“You did so well kitten~” Chan cooed at him, running his fingers and smoothening the mess from earlier. Minho just hmphed, pretending to sulk.

“Did you pick that onesie to look extra cute?” Chan teased, dimples peaking through. He was really trying his best to reign in the cuteness aggression he was getting.

What with Minho in the cutest outfit, his hair messy, eyes misty and pink dusting his cheeks. And of course the unmistakable pout on his lips. The sight tugged at his heart strings.

“Shut up. You didn’t give me any time to think!” He pouted harder and this time, Chan aww ’ed out loud. The younger scowled at him even as crimson seeped into his face once more.

Ending 1

“Okay, tell you what. If you do aegyo for some pictures, I’ll give Leebit back to you.” Chan offered, and he could almost see Minho’s ears perking up at the suggestion.

He scoffed, jabbing Chan’s side in rebellion before doing as he was asked, ears tinged red with embarrassment.

Click, click, click.

Chan’s delighted giggles filled the space, as he flitted about, finding the best angle to capture all of Minho’s charm.

Minho gave up after the 5th pose, expression falling into his usual poker face, his hand extended expectantly. Chan sighed, but pulled the little plush out from his hoodie pocket.

Minho was not going to take his chances with another member having their hands on his plush.

He snatched the doll in a heartbeat, tucking it away safely in the little belly pouch of his onesie.

Ending 2

Eventually, Chan moved them to the couch, letting Minho pile pillows into a makeshift wall between them.

The very idea that voodoo dolls existed was already enough to gag him. The only thing worse was that these just so happened to be tickle dolls. Because why not.

“This is so ridiculous. How did you even find that out?” Minho scrunched his nose in mock disgust, even as his thoughts went rampant at how casually close Chan’s fingers were to Leebit’s ribs.

He didn’t think he could take this kind of teasing much longer.

Focus Minho. Focus. He told himself fiercely.

“Well… I was playing around with one of the plushies after Innie sassed me before bed and apparently tickling FoxI.NY tickled Innie too.” Chan’s explanation was almost annoyingly simple.

And as he sat there pondering this strange phenomenon, something else clicked in his head. A puzzle that had been lying around in the back of his mind all this time.

“Wait… I KNEW IT!” Minho bellowed in betrayal. “That dance practice nonsense was you and Jeongin’s doing!”

Chan flinched at the volume but couldn’t hide the pleased smirk that made it’s way onto his face. He had to admit that it had been fun watching Minho squirm around and beg and cackle, completely at their mercy.

“Yet you never asked any questions, never did any digging. Were you waiting for this?” He teased, never being one to pass up on an opportunity to make Minho flounder.

Chan giggled at his flustered reaction, reaching out to pull Minho until he was nicely pressed against his side, with Chan’s hands wrapped snuggly around his waist.

Minho felt goosebumps rise along his skin when he felt Chan's fingers stroking gently along his sides. It was too soft to tickle but too present to ignore. He wondered if Chan knew the effect he had on Minho.

He was acutely aware of every brush, every absent minded stroke over his bare skin. It seemed like a part of his brain would permanently be focusing on just that sensation. Barely there yet impossible to ignore.

And Chan, innocent, oblivious Chan had no idea how much he was affecting the younger

Minho knew then that he had to hold it all in. Their leader took a little too much delight in tormenting him and seeing him rosy faced and so utterly flustered.

Then Chan ruined that peaceful anticipation with a bomb of a bargain.

“…what? Have you finally gone senile?” Minho stared in disbelief at the older, who looked back at him very seriously.

“You have to apologize to your friend for not attending! It's rude to just not show up,” he explained as if that made everything reasonable.

“You made me do it!” He protested, ears turning pink when Chan wiggled his eyebrows at him.

“Well, it took very little convincing to get you to stay home~ And I'll give Leebit back to you if you do!” Chan sing-songed happily.

“You're crazy if you think I'd subject myself to such humiliation.”

Minho rolled his eyes, slumping against the back of the couch. But he'd forgotten one small, yet pivotal detail.

Chan still had that stupid cursed doll.

The younger flinched when he felt phantom nails dragging over his poor sides again, giggles bubbling up helplessly as he began to squirm.

"Nohohoho dohohohn't mahake me dohoho ihit hyuhung!" He tried to plead though it quickly became clear that Chan wasn't asking.

So with a heavy sigh and a muttered, i hate you, he picked up the phone and called his friend.

"Say you're down with the tickle bug," Chan whispered to him, a wicked smile playing on his lips. Minho died a little then, but no amount of pleading did him any good.

"...Minho-ya, are you okay?" His friend asked, and with a blazing face, he murmured the words he'd never thought he'd say out loud.

"I—I'm down with the t—tickle bug..." He bit out, watching as Chan nearly fell off the couch laughing.

I will kill you for this. Minho's glare seemed to promise as his friend cackled at him through the phone.

“Did your leader get ya, Mr. Giggles?” He teased, laughing even harder when Minho cursed at him before hanging up, much too mortified to keep talking.

Meanwhile, Chan himself felt a tiny bit proud when Minho's friend figured he was the ler.

So Minho was open about this particular weakness of his.

As Minho grudgingly settled back into Chan’s embrace, Leebit clutched safely in a death grip, they heard a faint audio playing.

The duo ignored it at first, until the sound grew louder, closer, until it was glaringly obvious what it was.

Minho’s cackles. From earlier.

The younger almost shot up, if not for Chan’s arms wrapped snugly around his middle. But they didn’t need to try to see the gremlins behind it, because at that moment, Felix and Jisung walked out.

"Aww look, Minho hyung is still blushing!" Jisung pointed out excitedly, his hands gravitating to squeeze Minho's pink cheeks.

"Get your hands away from me!" The older squeaked, squirming for freedom in Chan's arms.

"Nuh uh, I'm not done cuddling you baby... besides, he's not wrong," Chan piped up, laughing when the younger let loose a string of colorful curses.

"Okay, I sent it to our group chat so that the others can see how cute hyung is!" Lix giggled at Minho's glare. Jisung and Chan joining in to tease the poor boy even more.

At least until Felix gave them some shocking news:

"...wait, Seungmin posted a clip of it to bubble..."

[hansloveleeknow]

Trapped

Lee: Minho

Ler: Chan

🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

Minho was being very annoying since morning, bothering Chan all day, Chan was putting up with it all this time, at first just playing along.

But Minho kept bothering him. To be honest, he wanted to be... punished, by Chan specifically.

"Minho! I swear-" His sentence was cut off by a small squeal as Minho clawed at his ribs while he was working on something on his computer.

"Did you say something Chan hyung?" He said, with that mischievous smirk that let anyone know he was up to something.

Chan sighed, not angrily, he knew Minho was doing that on purpose but he could never get mad at him.

"I swear if you do one more thing, you'll regret it~" he pointed at him, staring at him and then returning to work on his computer.

Lino just rolled his eyes playfully, he knew he was about to try Chan's patience, and that was just what he wanted.

He waited a few minutes and then traced down his spine, making him arch his back.

"Ah!" He squeaked "Okay, that's enough" He said, closing his laptop and putting it on a corner of the couch

"ohhhh~ should I be scared?" Minho joked.

"Oh Minho... You should~" Chan pulled him into his lap, grapping His arms around his waist, keeping him in place

"Gotcha"

"Hey! Let gooooo~!" Whined playfully, kicking the air and struggling in Chan's arms trying to escape his grasp.

"Nuh-uh~ you're trapped with me now, You little troublemaker" Chan said in a honeyed voice, before sliding his fingers up Minho's sides.

A small pressure with his fingertips was enough for Minho to react immediately, arching with a high-pitched squeal.

"No- Chan! Don't. You. dare." He warned, trying even more to wiggle away, his laughter bubbling in his throat

"What? I'm not doing anything," he feigns innocence, wiggling his fingertips on Minho's right ribs, making him squeal and wriggle to the opposite side, and a cute giggle escaping his lips

"dohohont! Hyuhuhuhung~!" He grabbed Chan's hands trying to move them away from his ribs but the tickling weakened him

"So cute~ so so so cute" he cooed, leaning down and blowing a raspberry on the back of the kitty's neck.

"Eeek! Get away, Gehehet awahahahay!" His head tilted back in an attempt to cover his neck, also shrugging his shoulders; the sensations turning him into a puddle of giggles and squeals.

Chan watched him tenderly, his favorite part of tickling Minho was seeing how that cold personality that the kitten always had melted away and he could see Lino's playful and cute personality, he loved seeing how he melted in his arms and simply accept the tickles. He knew that deep down Minho wanted this.

"Get away~? But I'm just getting started" he said in a teasing voice, the one that made Minho's skin crawl and feel butterflies in anticipation.

His fingers moved down to his waist, thumbs digging in right where his ribs ended, kneading the skin against his bones

Minho's laughter turned high-pitched, squeaking and begging Chan to stop.

His fingers slowly trail down Minho's sides, pausing just above his hips

Minho tensed, quickly begging, "Chan hyung no-" but his words were cut off when the elder's fingers gently but tickly kneaded his hip, eliciting a loud squeal of laughter.

"No what?" Chan chuckled as Minho automatically became hysterical as soon as he touched his hips.

"Nononono Nahahahat there-ahahahAHAHA!" Chan's fingers danced along the hem of Minho's pants.

"Owww here~?" He cooed innocently "It's bad here isn't it~?" He leaned to whisper in Minho's ear, His fingers continuing their attack, squeezing and kneading the skin just above his hipbone, making him kick his legs and laugh loudly.

"CHAHAHAHAHAN-HYUHUHUHUNG, PLEHEHEHEASE, AHHH PLEASE NOT-NAHAHAHHA" He was a mess, Chan's legs intertwined above his lap not allowing him to escape, Chan wasn't even holding him tightly, but he was so weak from the sensations that he couldn't get away, and another part of him didn't want to escape.

"Is baby Lee Know losing it already~? Hm?" The elder's fingers suddenly dug beneath the waistband of Minho's pants, gently squeezing the bare skin of his hip.

Minho howled with laughter "NAHAHAHAHA- THAT'S SO BAHAHAHAHAD, I CAHAHAHAN'T" He arched his back slightly, his head falling back against Chan's shoulder and hiding his face in his neck

Minho writhed, unable to escape, kicking his legs in the air, his laughter becoming erratic and broken

"CHAHAHAHAN, PLEHEHEHEASE!, STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIT’S TOHOHO MUHUHUCH!"

"It tickles a lot, doesn't it~?" He teased in a low voice, pressing slow and ticklish circles with his thumbs, it was so overwhelming

Just when Chan's thumbs pressed circles against his hips was when Minho fell into a silent laugh, his body shaking slightly as he just squirmed

Chan stopped Immediately, wrapping his arms protectively around the kitten, feeling Minho's chest rise and fall, he smiled as he watched him snuggle into his arms.

He was totally adorable; his hair was disheveled and his cheeks were flushed, his expression was the cutest possible, even with a smile, but a sleepy, tired smile after all, with his eyes half-closed...

"Are you tired of bothering me now?" He cooed

Minho just nodded with a small sleepy chuckle.

"I'd love to hold you in my arms for the rest of the night but I have to keep working on this, kitty" he said as he made him get up from his lap

"Meanie" Min joked, rubbing his eyes with a yawn and sitting on the other side of the couch next to the elder

Chan felt Min lean against his side, his head on his shoulder. "Just wait until this is over and you can bother me all you want again-" When he turned to look at him, the younger had already fallen asleep... After all, Chan was his only hyung, the only one who could make him laugh until he fell asleep.

[hearted-anon]

hiiiiii can I request a lee seungmin ler chan fic with like lotssss of tummy/neck tickles almost like he's teasing minnie for being so similar to a puppy???

Clean the room!

Words: 1057 Note: 2 kids room made me kind of sad T/w: a bit of rough tickling in the end Taglist:reginald-stay09 itzsana-kiddingmenow hetashi-takashimaya soap143jungwon-is-the-one minnielvrr skzdiary Lee: Seungmin Ler: Channie

"Hyung...I really don't want to do this!" Seungmin whines but neatens a stack of unfolded clothes that were tossed messily on the floor, nonetheless, bringing them back to a colour coded pile from red all the way to purple.

"We both agreed we'd think clearer with a neater room, no? So quit ya whining, as cute as you are." Chan sighs from the other side of Seungmin's room, jogging a stack of guitar scores that were spread wide across the wooden table. Originally, Chan had agreed to spend his afternoon with Seungmin after being quietly yet firmly invited to give feedback about a song he was working on. Seeing that his calendar was about as empty as it could be, he wondered: 'Why not?'

That was about one of the worst mistakes of his week so far.

Seungmin's room, despite his usual likeliness to Chan about keeping their rooms clean, was in absolute ruins. Fresh laundry began to mountain on his bed, crumpled music ideas made their home on his floor, and the ones that did make it covered the surface of his work desk. His guitar was most likely the only thing that remained pristine, cleaned and polished to perfection through hours of Seungmin's practice.

Astounded by the mess, Chan, of course, demanded that the space be cleared up, both for their minds and the room alike. Although Seungmin was reluctant, or hellbent on rejecting, he was eventually on board after Chan's nth grumble about a score being out of place.

"Whatever- we should've gone to your dorm then if you complained so much- hehehey!" Seungmin snaps back but instead bursts into a steady stream of giggles and a soft squeal when fingers wiggle under his chin. He stumbles back slightly, nearly knocking over the pile of clothes on his bed. He shoots a half-hearted glare towards the culprit, who whistled a feigned innocent tune.

"Dunno bout that, puppy boy. Think your room could use the cleaning..." Chan hums, fetching a wet wipe to clean the surface of the table. He winced at the dust that coated the corners, the summer dirt really showed under the sunlight, making the grey specks shine like little stars against the wood.

"No, it doesn't. Not that desperately anyway...stohohop that!" Seungmin barks when he feels a hand slip towards his stomach when he reaches out to clean his stationary, curling back into himself with another helpless set of giggles. When he finally manages to compose himself, he sees the leader back to cleaning, and that's what really set him off.

"You think you're so funny, don't you? Whenever I'm cleaning you- bahahastard!" Before Seungmin could storm over, hand gripping a pencil meant for murder, Chan tackles him back onto the soft sheets, painfully aware not to disturb the rainbow heap of clothes beside the duo. He was playful but knew better than to ruin someone's hard work.

"I'm not doing anything, let's just have a break from all the cleaning hm~?" Chan teases, keeping his voice purposefully sappier to annoy Seungmin even more. He reaches a hand to scribble at the side of his neck, smiling when he feels Seungmin's shoulders scrunch with a strained noise emitting from him.

"Yohohou! S-Stohohohop that right now!" Seungmin demands, but it falls flat when giggles begin slipping from his lips, his eyes beginning to instinctively squeeze shut from mirth. His head shook, pushing at the leader's hand to no avail. It was squished between his chin and shoulder, something he could practically smell that he was going to be teased about.

"Then just move your chin! Or do you like the chin scratches? Want some belly rubs too?" The leader coos, trailing his other hand down to claw at the taut stomach that was unintentionally stretched out after Seungmin was tossed unceremoniously onto his own bed. Surprised but not shocked at the addition, and the added insult to the injury, the vocalist lets out another strained shriek but doesn't hold back his laughter this time.

"Bahahahastard! I cahahahan't!" Seungmin squeals, a red hue beginning to tinge his cheeks. As much as he loathed to admit it, Chan was probably, if not the best at pushing Seungmin to his absolute limits, knowing exactly which buttons to push to extract the right reaction from him. And of course, being the observant leader he was, Chan let out a cheeky bark of laughter noticing his blush.

"Yea you can! I'm not even going that hard! You really are just a puppy, aren't you?" And contrary to his words, he begins to travel his fingers to the right side of Seungmin's stomach, before vibrating on the spot, his other hand fluttering over his neck.

"NOHOHO! QUIHIHIT IT!" The difference between the tender and sudden harsher sensations on his upper body were immediately overwhelming, making Seungmin toss back his head with a loud shriek that echoed through the room. Very quickly, he dissolved into helpless cackles, pushing, thrashing, and shoving at the leader's hands. Anything he could to get away from those dreaded fingers on the side of his goddamn stomach.

"That really got to you, huh? The sides of your stomach that sensitive?" Chan questions with the calmest tone he can muster, trying his utter best not to giggle in-between seeing how red faced the vocalist was under him.

"SHUHUHUT UP!" Seungmin screamed, and it was at that point the leader took it as a sign it was time to wrap it up. His fingers slowed to a gradual stop, reducing the tickles to just featherlight tracing on his stomach with a single hand, the other handing him a bottle of water from his nightstand. It was no shocker he still had that many bottles anyway.

"See? A puppy." Chan says confidently, like he had won a competition, an imaginary competition completely made up in his head is what Seungmin would call it.

"I...am going to kill you for that stunt." Seungmin heaves, gulping down the water and begrudgingly accepting the tight embrace that Chan holds him in after, dragging them both down onto the pillow for a much-needed rest. Spring cleaning and tickling did take up energy after all.

Seungmin definitely gave Chan an earful about the clothes on the floor when they woke up before song creating though.

[supersleepydreams]

SKZ Ler HCs

Summary: How I think each member would tickle the others! <3

TW: A teeny tiny little bit of angst, other than that none that I know of, but please please please let me know if there are any you think I should include!

Chan:

-AUGHHH CHANNIEE

-softest, sweetest ler out there

-...unless you REALLY provoke him

-in which case TEASES for DAYS

-but not just any teases

-COMPLIMENTS

-"Awh, don't hide your pretty smile from me!" "Was that a giggle? Cmoooon, don't stop! It was so cute~" "You look so adorable when you blush like this~"

-likes to be gentle and drag out the tickles instead of going for the death spots

-but he CAN, and he WILL if he has to

Mini scenario / promt: 

Chan walked in to the dorms after returning from the studio, immediately seeing their youngest member on the couch, scrolling on his phone. He smiled, a mischievous idea quickly making itself known.

He walked over to where the younger boy was sat, sitting down next to him. Jeongin looked up to greet him, but his words were cut of by a squeal as Chan wrapped his arms around his waist, his fingers gently prodding and kneading at his sides.

"Hey hyu- hyuhuhuhung nohOHO! WAHAhait!" He giggled, squeaking as the eldest pulled him to sit in his lap, before leaning forward to nuzzle his face against the younger's nape.

"Why, Innie? Hyung wants to see you smile~"

The dorm was filled with happy laughter for the rest of the afternoon, and if Felix snapped a couple of pictures when he poked his head out of his room to see the commotion, then...well. No one would have to know.

~~~

Minho:

-THE MOST RUTHLESS LER IN THE GROUP

-always goes for death spots straight away (unless you're Felix or Hannie, in which case he sometimes opts for softer tickles (if they want them))

-absolutely EVIL teases

-"Oh, did that tickle?" "I can't believe you're sensitive here, it's so random." "Can you really not keep your arms up?"

-uses tickles as "punishment" (but it doesn't really work since all the kids love it) ((it's kind of positive reinforcement at this point))

-he might be a mean ler, but he takes aftercare very very seriously

-he will cuddle his victim to their heart's content and feed them lots of snacks and water after

Mini scenario / promt:

Okay. This was getting ridiculous.

They'd done this dance a thousand times before. Now, don't get him wrong, he was completely fine with any of the members making mistakes, no matter how often they practiced a move. It was only natural. But this was so, so easy, and the culprit was doing this on PURPOSE. Every time Hyunjin messed up this one turn, he would giggle, smirk at Minho through the mirror, and they would have to run through it again.

And god, was Minho losing his patience.

When it happened for the seventh time, he finally paused the music. Hyunjin at least has the decency to look a little sheepish, mumbling a little "oopsie?" as he rubbed the back of his neck. Minho sighed.

"Alright, everyone out. I think I need to give Jinnie some...one on one practice." He said, not even glancing over at the others as Chan ushered them out of the practice room, and purposefully ignoring the "oooohs" that the younger members let out.

When the door closed with a soft click, he cracked his knuckles, striding forward and gently pushing the ferret to lay down on the couch. The taller dancer was already giggling nervously, as if this wasn't exactly what he wanted.

"Wait- wait, hyuhung, I'm sohorry-" He stammered. Minho smirked, flexing his fingers and chuckling quietly when the younger flinched with a quiet squeak. Cute. He hadn't even started yet.

"Oh, you're sorry? Are you, Jinnie?" He taunted, latching his hands on to the dancer's ribs and scratching. Hyunjin immediately squealed, his back arching off the couch as loud giggles filled the practice room. Minho clawed at the backs of the bones, drilling his thumbs into his lower ribs in a way that made his victim howl.

Let's just say that when they finally made it out to the cars where everyone else was waiting, he had a very flushed and giggly Hyunjin in tow. He settled into the front seat with a content sigh, listening to Hannie teasing his victim the entire way home.

~~~

Changbin:

-can be either the softest ler ever or SUPER ROUGH

-he loves using his strength to pin down his victims

-doesn't tease that much because he gets flustered by HIS OWN TEASES (WHAT A CUTIE)

-doesn't always go for death spots unless he's really wrecking someone

-TICKLY KISSES. TICKLY. KISSES. AUGHHH

-more of a Lee than a Ler but is often a switch

Mini scenario / prompt:

It had been a long day of practicing, and Felix's back was acting up again, so Changbin had offered to give him a massage.

The lights were dim, and Felix was practically melting into the mattress as Binnie gently but firmly kneaded his tense muscles, the massage oil making his skin warm and soft.

However Changbin, noticing that the younger was getting sleepy, started to gently pinch at Felix's hips, resulting in the sleepiest giggles and little kicks against the mattress.

"H-Hyung! Stahahap!"

Changbin just chuckled, scribbling at the dip of his waist.

"Not until you feel better, Lix."

~~~

Hyunjin:

-AHH JINNIEEE

-most definitely a switch

-I feel like he would get his nails done and use them to torment the other members

-like imagine him with one of the maknae line laying over his lap, while he traced around their bellybutton or scribbled at their sides?

-"I just got my nails done~ do you like them?"

-DIABOLICAL

-or maybe while cuddling he would just lightly start to draw patterns on someone's back or trace up and down their spine

-OMG THE TINGLESSS I CAN'T

-I feel like he prefers the softer tickles and would tease his lee into a flustered mess

-he would purposely compliment their laugh and make them all cute and blushy

-TOOLS 

-can you tell i love ler hyunjin??

Mini scenario / prompt:

Hyunjin had just gotten his nails done. Long, slightly pointed, in a lovely cherry red colour. However, Seungmin was being a brat - luckily the ferret knew exactly how to fix that.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are~ I'm gonna find you, puppy..." He cooed, walking around the dorm. As he looked for the second youngest, he tapped and dragged his nails along every available surface, knowing that the mere sound would make someone squirm.

He walked into Chan's room, immediately seeing the closet door slightly ajar. He smirked. Bingo.

"Oh? I guess he's not in here..." He drawled, walking past the closet and tapping his nails on the door.

"Gotcha!" He exclaimed, yanking the door open and dragging the boy out by his ankles. Before Minnie could even protest, he was already giggling, hitting Hyunjin's back as the elder scribbled at his socked soles.

"Gah! Nohoho- yohohou jeheheherk! Stahahahap!" He squealed, settling for just wrapping his arms around the taller boy from behind and muffling a squeal into his shoulder when he scribbled under his toes.

Let's just say that the other members steered clear from Hyunjin for the rest of the afternoon, and he took great pleasure in teasingly wiggling his fingers at anyone who passed by.

As if they weren't all going to ask him to use his nails on them at some point in the next few days anyway.

~~~

Jisung:

-mostly a lee tbh

-but when he's a ler...

-"Oh? Here? Riiiiight...there? Oh, yes, that's a good spot, huh? You can't even speak!"

-RASPBERRIES. HDNDNJKANNSNAMSNXB

-goes for rougher tickles to weaken his lee enough to pin them properly before actually wrecking them

-gets flustered by his own teases sometimes and occasionally (all the time actually) purposefully let's his victim get their revenge...just because he gives HIMSELF a lee mood from tickling someone else

-AUGHH MY BABYYY

Mini scenario / prompt:

Han was fed up.

Chan had been teasing him all day. Poking his sides during their break, scribbling at the back of his neck when he got into the car, meeting his eyes in the mirror and wiggling his fingers at him during dance practice...he'd had enough.

In fact, he wasn't even in a lee mood any more. Instead, he was going to give Chan a taste of his own medicine.

He found the leader in the studio that evening. No one else, just them. Chan smirked, watching the quokka close the door and immediately sit down on his lap.

"Oh? Hi baby...what are you doing he-EHEHERE?" He was cut of by a squeal as Hannie's fingers found his upper ribs, knuckling deep into the sensitive bones.

"Hi, Hyung. Nothing much, just...getting some payback." Jisung said casually, moving his hands up and digging his thumbs into the hollows under the elder's arms.

Chan went ballistic.

"NOHO- AHAHAHA, WAHAHAHAIT! PLEHEHEASE!"

The studio was filled with music for quite a while after that...and not songs or beats.

~~~

Felix:

-CHEER. UP. TICKLES.

-if any of the members are feeling down, Felix WILL tickle them

-"C'mon, don't be sad! See, there's that pretty smile we all love...hey, no, don't hide it again!"

-Switches between soft and rough tickles depending on the situation and lee

-more of a lee purely because the others tickle him all the time, but would actually be an amazing evil ler

-the other members would definitely ask him to tickle them AUGHH MY HEART

Mini scenario / prompt:

It was almost completely dark when Felix woke up to someone crawling into his bed. Now, this was quite a normal occurrence at the dorm, but it was usually at a more reasonable time than...2 am?!

A glance down and seeing those familiar boba eyes, now glassy with tears, was all he needed to know who it is. But the real question is what made his sunshine twin so sad?

"Hannie? What's the matter, baby?" He mumbled, his voice deeper than usual from sleep. He brought a hand up to card through Jisung's hair, frowning at the quiet sniffles from the other boy.

"L-Lix? Are my cheeks ugly?" The quokka whispered, a fresh lot of tears gathering in this eyes.

"What? Sungie, no, why would you think that?" The younger whispered back, cupping his face in his hands.

"They make me look gross...I don't like them." He mumbled, curling up into Felix's side. The blonde frowned, pulling him closer.

"That's not true, baby." He murmured. At the head shake he got in response, he sighed, wrapping his arms fully around the other boy.

"Do I have to convince you? Fine." He muttered with faux annoyance, quickly digging all ten fingertips into Han's soft sides and vibrating them. Jisung shrieked.

"Wha- wahahahaHAIT, NOHOhoho!" He squealed, muffling his laughter with one hand while the other weakly batted at Felix's shoulder.

Felix cooed, kissing his forehead, then his nose, then his cheeks. He finally stopped tickling him, instead nuzzling his face against his hair.

"You're perfect, Sungie. Now, it's time to sleep."

~~~

Seungmin:

-never really has the chance to be a ler, but when he is?

-EVILLLLL

-uses teases just as much as actual tickles

-ALWAYS GOES FOR DEATH SPOTS OMG

-"...seriously? That tickles?" "How are you so red right now?"

-TOOLS.

-Aims to tire out his lee, lest they immediately get him back - they always do anyway which he lovesHATES

Mini scenario / prompt:

Changbin really should have suspected that something was up when Seungmin crawled into his bed that evening. Poor, naive Binnie.

They both settled down for bed, Minnie tucked tightly to the older boy's chest. He was so comfortable that he almost forgot his original plan. Almost.

Just as Changbin's breathing started to even out, signifying sleep, Seungmin struck. His fingers crept up the rapper's back, settling at the base of his neck. Slowly, gently, he started to wiggle his fingers against the soft skin, his blunt nails scratching ever so lightly. This earned him a round of sleepy, muffled giggles, as Binnie scrunched his shoulders but didn't move away too much.

Cute.

Seungmin nuzzled his face into his hyung's neck, blowing little raspberries into the crook between his neck and shoulder. Binnie's giggles got louder, but he still didn't push the puppy away. He had been so stressed recently, and this soft affection was...really nice.

"Just sleep, Hyung." Seungmin mumbled. And within minutes, he did just that.

No nightmares would plague him tonight.

~~~

Jeongin:

-MOST DEFINITELY A LEE

-doesn't really tickle people because it just guarantees a wrecking for him later

-however...

-on the rare occasions where he DOES initiate a tickle fight, he will play DIRTY

-aka bully one of the other members into pinning his lee down while he tortures them (they love it though so...is it really torture?)

-rough rough rough tickles but soft enough to not tire the lee out immediately

-"Really? You put your arms down again? I guess we have to restart, then."

Mini scenario / prompt:

Minho had been bothering him all day. He clearly wanted attention, and unfortunately, no one else was home.

Fine. He wants attention? He'll give him attention.

"Innie~ Iyen-ah... Aegiya-"

Minho was cut off by a yelp, as he was pushed to lay down on the couch. He was about to protest, but instead of stern words, giggles poured out of his lips instead.

"Wahahahait-"

"Why, Hyung? You've been asking for this all day." Jeongin said, his fingers pinching quickly at the tops of the older boy's thighs. He scritched at the inner part, earning a cackle and a choked gasp. 

"I'd say...one poke for every minute you spent annoying me? You've been doing it for at least three hours now...oh well, I guess we'd better start if you don't want the other to walk in on this! One...two...three..."

"NOHOHOHO WAHAHAHAIT-"

AHHH THAT'S IT!! My first contribution to the SFW tickle community is done! I really hope you enjoyed <3