A/N: Hello!! This is an archived fic, meaning that I did NOT write this! Please show lots of love!!
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“Where is it?” IN yelled at the members in the living room.
“May we was what ‘it’ is” Seungmin said mockingly.
“You know! My hoodie, literally the one I always wear” IN replied (dramatically).
“I haven’t seen it” Hyunjin said, head in Chan’s lap.
“I haven’t either”
“Not me”
“Dang it” IN whispered as he continued to look around. That was, until.. Hanji walked into the room.
“What’s up my mammals” Han imitated Sid the sloth with the audio blasting. He was in one of those moods today.
“HANNI” IN screamed as he stomped over to Han who was on the other side of the room.
“What?!” Han shouted as he shuffled away from the younger, “What’s wro-! Oohhhh..”
“‘Ohhh’ yeah you’re wearing my hoodie! Where’d you find it?! Why are you wearing it.”
“Washing machine, it was warm” Han said, smiling.
“Give it back” IN said while walking closer to Han. He just continued to take steps back.
“Now” IN emphasized.
That was when Han ran out the room.
All the members burst out laughing, some of them yelling “run Han!!” or “go him Ayen!”. A bunch of instigators (<3).
Naturally, IN began chasing Han and was actually not that far off from catching the crazed quokka.
“I’m sorhorry!! Leave me ALONE!!” Han screamed as he ran through hallways and jumped over furniture. They were both laughing, Han more out of nervousness as he hugged IN’s hoodie to himself as he ran. This didn’t last long though as IN suddenly wrapped his arms around the older and held him in place
“Let me go!!” Han yelled as he writhed from side to side.
“Give me my hoodie back!” IN yelled back as he, still hugging Han around his waist, dug his fingers into his sides.
“Hehahaehey!! HEY! Ayehen stOHOP!” Han shrieked as he began to jump as much as he could while wiggling in IN’s arms. The little movements of IN’s fingers across his sensitive sides and ribs were bad.
“You should’ve given it back when I gave you the chance idiot!” IN said lovingly and entirely too close to Han’s ear and neck. He squealed away from IN as he laughed out.
IN soon stuck his hands into the hoodie pockets, which IN knew had a super thin layer separating them from the skin.
“NOAHA HAHA” Han yelled as IN tickled him crazy from inside the pockets. His knees folded and he began to fall to the floor.
“Plehehase!!!” Han begged as he curled up on the floor in an attempt to make IN’s hands move slower.
“Fine, I’ll take it off if you myself” IN said. And so he dug his cold hands under the hoodie.
“AAHA HAHA HAHA” Han yelled out as IN went crazy on his torso. Han quickly got back up and began shuffling around weirdly, trying to run to one side of the room and then directing his body another way to get away from IN’s fingers.
“STOHOAHAP!”
“Give it BAHACK!” IN retaliated.
“Fihine!!! Take it O- OHAHAFF TAKE IT off MEHE!” Han yelled through loud laughs.
IN began to pull the hoodie off of Han by tugging the hood up… until it got stuck right at the point where Han’s arms were shot in the air.
“IN.” Han said sternly.
“Mhm” IN giggled.
“No. Take it off” Han couldn’t even see at this point as the hoodie went from his neck to his arms only.
IN poked his stomach and stepped back, Han flailing around. He couldn’t run because… well… he couldn’t see.
He poked him again.
And again.
And again and again until Han was a puddle on the ground with nowhere to go except curl up into himself.
IN eventually let up and took the hoodie off the older, making sure to tell him to wash it again and not put it on once it was done drying.
Seven boys looked up from the couch where they were scrolling on their phones, some on the ground and some laying on each other.
“I’ll answer it.” Chan grunted, gently handing an asleep Hannie’s head to Minho, who was seated beside him.
An elated look flashed on Channie’s face the moment he opened the door.
“Channie? Who is it?” Minho yelled from his spot on the couch.
“HANNAH!!” Chan shrieked, latching onto his sister immediately.
“Hannah?” Minho appeared next to the leader, smiling fondly at the moment taking place right next to him.
“HANNAH?!” Six other voices yelled from the couch, and the three at the door could faintly hear the sound of footsteps racing to the door in padded socks.
Hannah giggled for a moment at her brother’s inevitable gushiness, squealing when she was suddenly on the floor, crushed by the weight of seven men at the same time.
“Get off, get off! I can’t breathe!” She gasped dramatically, shoving at her brother’s head and carefully patting Hannie’s at the same time.
Minho stood above the pile and laughed his sweet, honey-like laugh, helping Hannah up once the others got off of her and pulling her into his own embrace, rocking her side to side as he hummed.
After a while, he let go of her, and Hannah set down her bags.
“Um…yeah. I’m so happy to see you.” Chan laughed awkwardly, covering his face as he sniffled.
“Ugh, always so emotional, bro.” Hannah rolled her eyes, smiling anyway and pulling him into yet another hug.
Jeongin and Jisung both grabbed her bags to take to the guest room, while Minho started up the stove to cook lunch.
After lunch, all the boys were itching to spend time with Hannah, especially Chan.
“How about we play some board games?” He slapped his own thighs and stood to grab some from the cabinet, while everyone arranged in a circle around him.
Hannah smiled fondly as she listened to her brother humming ‘perfect blues’ while reaching for a multitude of different boxes.
“Here we go!” Chan placed at least ten boxes on the floor in front of them.
“That’s so many games! Will we even get to finish them?” Jisung doubled over in giggles.
“I mean, we could if we tried.” Hyune interrupted.
“Let’s play…Jenga?” Hannah asked in her thick Australian accent.
Eight men choked at the same time, and Hannah stared at them suspiciously. “What?”
“Oh, nothing.” Minho responded, failing to notice how red his ears had become.
“Hmm…we should set a punishment for whoever loses.” Hannah smiled. Everyone exchanged glances of nervousness. “We’ll just decide later.”
A few rounds into the game, the stakes were high, everyone was in full concentration.
Chan nervously watched Minho pull out a block, worry painted on his features as he pulled one out next.
Jisung slowly pulled, but realized he made a grave mistake the second the tower tilted. It was like time had slowed down, and the blocks fell, scattering everywhere.
Hannie blinked twice, and the room fell silent.
“Get him!”
There was a scramble, poor Hannie screeching for mercy as he was grabbed and pinned to the floor.
“Wanna know what we do as a punishment ‘round here, Hannah?” Minho grinned, and Jisung was begging, squealing as every limb was pulled out and away from his body, exposing his vulnerable torso and thighs, which Minho happily took a seat on.
“What’s that?” Hannah responded, watching with amusement as Jisung pleadingly looked at her with his round boba eyes wide open, pupils dilated.
“This.”
Hands descended all over poor Hannie’s body, scribbling and pinching at his waist, armpits, sides, tummy…anywhere the boys’ fingers could reach, really.
Jisung screamed, arching his back as helpless laughter began to pour from his lips, cheeks flushing an embarrassed pink.
“Awhh, he’s so ticklish!” Hannah giggled, watching Jisung squeal and throw his body to the left when a hand massaged into his ribs on the right.
“Trust me, they’re all ticklish.” Minho motioned to the whole group.
“YOUHU TOOO!!” Jisung screeched with laughter, squeezing his eyes shut with a huge smile. He let out a helpless plea when Hannah began to squeeze at his left side from her spot behind him.
“STAAAHAHAHAA—!!” Poor Jisung pleaded, the sensations were especially horrible as her nails massaged into his very slightly pudgy skin.
“Yah, Hannah. Use your nails on him; drives him crazy.” Changbin suggested from his spot holding the quokka’s arms hostage.
“Well, if he’s okay with it.” Hannah looked down at Jisung for confirmation, smiling as the boy squeezed his eyes shut with a nod.
Minho held down Jisung’s hips while Hannah straddled him, untucking his shirt and slipping her cold hands up to his tummy, pressing gently to warn him, pulling a loud squeal from the boy beneath her. “I barely even did anything!” She protested.
“Ihit stihill tickled!!” Hannie admitted with a smile. Hannah shook her head before she started, suddenly tickling the expanse of his tummy with one hand while her other hand found the skin of his side and squeezed.
More and more hands joined on his sides and armpits, and Jisung was howling, bucking his hips and arching his back the highest he could before slamming it back down, shaking his head before slamming it down onto Changbin’s thigh in desperation.
“AGHAAAHAHAHAAH YOUR NAILS YOUR NAHAILS OHO MY GAHHAAHAHAA—!!” Jisung babbled incoherently, loud laughter and strangled squeals escaping his throat as he struggled.
“Aweee…Channie remember when we got him with Binnie that one time in the studio a long time ago? He’s still the same, ticklish Sung he was.” Hannah smiled fondly, memories flashing in her eyes.
Poor Hannie turned so red. He really couldn’t handle the teasing.
“Take it, Hannie, this is your punishment.” Minho laughed, causing Jisung to laugh even harder.
Hannah let up after his laughter went silent, smoothing down his shirt gently and wiping away the small tears resting on the boy’s shirt.
“Youhu guys are bruhatal…” Jisung panted, letting out a small whine when Hannah brushed a tear off of his neck.
“Not our fault you’re so ticklish.” Seungmin scoffed.
“Well, now that we’ve finished that game, let’s try something else.” Chan set the Jenga blocks aside to pull another box from below the pile.
“How about Uno?” He smiled seemingly innocently at Felix, who stuck his tongue out at him.
“Sure.” Hannah shrugged, dealing the cards and setting a starting card.
The game mostly continued in an orderly fashion, a few uno’s here and there along with the maknaes’ cheer for victory as the two won.
Soon enough, it was all down to Jisung and Felix, and Jisung sure as hell was not planning on losing again.
“Don’t even—” Felix gasped as a +4 card landed on the pile between the two, the older chirping out a little “Uno!” in between.
He had lost.
Jisung cheered, the other members laughing at the pure shock on Lix’s face.
“Wait wahait—!!” Felix squealed when he was pulled down, trapped in the same way Jisung had been.
Hannah once again took her place on his thighs, making sure to check if the boy was comfortable.
“Please…please no.” He begged breathlessly, gasping when he felt a hand snake up his thigh to his hip. “Please…Jinnie.” He pleaded, the dancer only ramping up his anticipation.
“Sorry, Bbokki.” Was all that came from Hyunjin before Felix felt fingers. Everywhere.
Some scribbled over his underarms mercilessly, while the others mainly attacked his sides, knowing it was a weak spot on him.
“NAAAHAHAHAHA!!” Felix descended into screechy, incoherent laughter.
Hannah only laughed, forcing Felix’s cheeks to turn a flustered shade of red. “You’re just as ticklish as Ji, aren’t you?”
Felix squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head and laughed loudly, anything to drown Hannah’s voice out.
More and more hands than he could handle began to run up his sides and down his thighs.
Felix’s eyes snapped open in horror as he could feel an embarrassing amount of laughter bubble up in his throat.
“P-Pleahease…nonoNO FUHUHUHUHUCK!!” He screamed, twisting side to side as more laughter choked up inside him.
Hannah spidering his tummy with her nails certainly wasn’t helping matters, the almond shape of them adorned with smooth polish that glided over his skin made him feel like he would ascend any second.
“PLEHEHEHEASE AGHAAHAHAAHAA I CAHAHAN’T I CAN’T TAHAHA—PLEASE NOHO!!—” Lixie’s sentences dissolved into incoherence when Hannah mischievously dipped her index finger into his belly button, swirling around with her nail in a torturous way that had him throwing his head back onto Changbin’s lap and screaming out pleas for mercy.
“sTAAHAHAAHAHAPP!!” He shrieked, loud laughter following. “OKAHAY OKAY EHEHENOUGHH!!”
Hands let up for the second time that day, gently rubbing over the spots they had tickled and soothing the poor boy beneath them.
“You ahall suhuck.” Felix choked, panting for the oxygen that had left his lungs, rubbing his hands over his sides to ease the tingly feeling.
“Let’s play Phase 10!!” Changbin cheered. “Really? Another card game?” Seungmin scoffed, earning a “Yah!” from the dwaekki.
“But I suck at Phase 10!!” Chan protested. “Guess you’re losing, then.” Felix laughed. He was hungry for revenge after his previous wrecking.
The game continued, Chan obviously losing; he wouldn’t stop whining about it. “This is so unfair, I’m gonna lose!”
And he lost. Of course he did.
Chan let go and just gave in while Changbin grabbed his arms with a grin. “This is gonna be so bad!”
“Get ready, bro.” Hannah cackled maniacally, throwing Chan’s shirt up with a flourish.
“Please go easy!” Channie pleaded, squeezing his eyes shut when he saw his sister’s nails wiggling over his belly.
“No way! This is too good of an opportunity.” Minho replied ecstatically, placing his hands on the leader’s left ribcage, Jisung following on the right.
“Oh god…” Channie whimpered, feeling two hands on each of his armpits and thighs.
“Three...” Hannah counted, “Twooo…Oneeee….Go!”
Chan screamed as hands kneaded all over his body, thrashing crazily as nails spidered over his tummy.
“Hyung, we’re being gentle!” Minho laughed, softly kneading the skin beneath his fingertips.
“How about let’s not?” Changbin asked, everyone nodding even though they could clearly hear the eldest’s protests and pleas.
The hands only squeezed faster, Hannah smiling fondly down at her brother as his cheeks puffed in a wide smile, dimple showing as he let out more gaspy laughter.
“YAHAAHHAH!! IHIM YOUHOUR HYUNG!!” He shrieked.
“Awhhh, you’re just as ticklish as when we were younger.” Hannah smiled, Chan’s face burning red at the memories of her tickling him silly as a child.
“SHUHUHUT AHAHAHAHAP!!” He screamed over her voice.
“But, I remember you loooved being tickled, isn’t that right?” She grinned maniacally down at her tomato of a brother.
“PLEHEHEHEHEASEE!!”
“Now if I remember correctly, your worst spot was…” She pondered for a moment before evilly placing her hands onto his sides, causing his tummy to twitch.
“Awh, your body’s being honest, how cute.” She teased, motioning to Changbin to tighten his grip on her older brother’s wrists, ensuring no escape for his outstretched torso.
“Hannah…please please please don’t!” Chan pleaded. “Nohoho—AHAHA SHIHIHIHIT!!” He gave up immediately, surrendering to his own laughter and pleas for mercy.
“HAHAHAHANNAHH!!” Poor Channie wailed, her fingers spidering up and down the bare skin, pinching gently and scribbling.
“PLEASE PLEHEHEHEASE AHAHAAHAHA!!”
“Fine fine, you’re still the ticklish baby you were.” Hannah laughed, Changbin following by releasing his arms.
“Awhh, Chan hyung the ticklish baby.” Minho mocked in a cute tone, regretting it immediately with a shriek as Chan pounced onto him.
“Fuck the games, I’ll just wreck you right here in front of everyone.” Chan sneered, settling on Min’s hips but struggling immensely as the younger thrashed around crazily.
“I’ll help.” Changbin approached the wrestling boys, earning loud screams from the middle.
“Oh, Minho’s ticklish?” Hannah asked. “NO I’M NOT—CHAAAN!!” Minho squealed as a finger plunged into his belly button, wiggling around ticklishly and causing the dancer to screech.
“NO! CHAN NONONO LET ME GO!!” Minho choked, face burning bright red as he struggled to hold his laughter in.
“Watch this.” Chan ducked his head next to Minho’s belly. Poor Min screamed and used his hands to shove at Chan’s face while his legs kicked out at Changbin.
The rapper swiftly grabbed his foot and threw his shoe off, scribbling five fingers up Minho’s small sole.
The dancer crumbled into laughter, giggles pouring out of him as he weakened considerably, allowing Changbin to snatch his arms while Chan tickled along his belly.
“Nohoho thihis is soho uhunfair!!” Minho slumped, giving up completely. Everyone gathered around him and placed their hands somewhere along his body.
“Nohoho…” Minho gasped, shuddering as the hands on his sides snuck up his shirt and rested on his bare skin.
Hannah set his head on her lap and held her nails above his neck, establishing the fact that it was a deadly weapon.
“Three…Two…One!!” Chan yelled, ducking his head down to blow a loud, wet raspberry onto the dancer’s v-line.
Minho dissolved into messy cackles, his cute laughter bouncing off of the room as he giggled at the feeling of smooth nails gliding down his neck, along with fingers wiggling up and down his whole body in that torturously gentle way the others had learned drived him crazy.
“PLEHEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOP UGHHH I CAHAHANT BREHEHEHEATHEEE!!” Minho laughed, squeezing his eyes shut and twisting sharply as a finger latched onto a sensitive spot on his upper rib, scratching gently and almost sending the dancer into a frenzy.
“Break time!” Jisung cried, letting up with a flourish as Minho crashed onto the floor in exhaustion.
“aghaaa…thahat was so bahad…” Minho gasped, wrapping his arms around himself.
“Hyunjinnie~” Hannah teased. She felt…weird somehow? As if tickling the others was the only thing able to satiate that burning hunger in her stomach.
Hyunjin gasped. “No…no. Hannah DON’T!!” He squealed when she pinned him down with her hands, going wild on his sides and watching him howl immediately, squirming away from her tickling fingers fruitlessly.
“NOOHOHO STOHOHOP IHIT TIHIHICKLES SOHO BAHAHAD!” Hyunjin pleaded, screaming in betrayal as Changbin pinned his arms up yet again, leaving his torso free for seven pairs of tickling fingers to attack.
“STAHAHAHAHHAHHAAA!!” Hyunjin broke, squealing incoherently and squeaking out pleas for mercy.
“Aweee~” Hannah cooed, making Hyunjin flush a bright red in response.
“YOUHUHU CAHAHAHANT DOHO THIS TO MEHEHEHEE!!” Hyunjin screeched, suddenly letting out a scream when Hannah stuck a finger into his belly button.
“AAAAHHH STOHOHOHOP!!”
Hannah in fact…didn’t stop. Hands only sped up against him, reducing poor Hyune to an absolute mess, incoherent pleas pouring from him and legs kicking out desperately behind him.
“AHHAA— stohohohohop PLEHEHEHEHAHAGAHHA!!” He babbled, finally giving in, throwing his head back and laughing and laughing.
“Okay, everyone I think he’s done.” Hannah squinted, letting up with her nails as everyone detached their fingers from his sensitive torso.
Hyune whined, soothing hands rubbing all over his sides and tummy to calm him down.
“Binnie next!!” Felix shouted, pouncing onto the surprised rapper, who shouted as Hyunjin immediately regained his breath and ran to help Felix.
Entwining his long fingers with Binnie’s small ones, Chan was immediately able to yank his arms up halfway, but struggled to pin them properly.
“Yah!! Innie, help.” Chan grunted, the maknae scrambling over to assist his hyung.
Soon enough, Changbin was pinned down appropriately, groaning when his shirt was pulled from its neat tuck.
“Please go easy!” He gasped when a finger stroked up his belly.
“Awhh, how cute. Look, he’s already turning red.” Chan cooed, pointing at the blush sneaking up poor Changbin’s face.
“Shut up….” Binnie mumbled in embarrassment.
“Awe, he wants us to shut up. So how about we just…don’t?” Felix shrugged.
Hannah laughed hard as Changbin screamed, hands descending along every spot on his body and wiggling along his squishy skin.
“STOHOHOHOHOP, YOU BRAHAHAHATS!!” He shrieked when Jeongin and Seungmin took turns tickling their fingers up one thigh at a time.
“You’re so strong normally, Bun. Look how you’re so weak and blushy just ‘cause of a little tickling~” Minho teased, watching as right on time like clockwork, Changbin’s face turned a familiar shade of pink.
“Look, so strong, but blushing so hard just because of a few teases.” Chan sighed with a smile, earning a high pitched, flustered, squeal from the boy beneath him.
“AHAA—FELIX NOHOHO!!” Changbin pleaded when Felix pulled his shirt up slightly. Hannah ran over to place his head in her lap.
“Nah. I wanna.” Felix grinned, leaning his head down slowly to listen to Binnie’s embarrassed begging, before latching righhht onto the lower part of his tummy.
Hannah made sure Chan and Minho had their grip on Changbin’s arms before she went crazy with her nails all over his armpits.
Binnie let out an glass shattering scream, thrashing around harder than he ever had before stilling completely and letting out a plethora of joyful laughter, mainly cute cackles.
“P-PLEHEHEHEHEHAHAAHAAA—” And then his laughter was silent. Dead silent.
Felix let up after that one raspberry, knowing that if he continued, he’d probably kill the rapper underneath him.
“It was one raspberry, Bunny!” Minho laughed in disbelief at the way Changbin slumped bonelessly the second they had let go of his limbs.
“Jeongin, Jeongin!!” Seungmin cheered, pulling him down and pinning him properly.
“Wait wait wait—NO!!” Jeongin kicked out at the pairs of arms coming to pin him down.
He finally succumbed, allowing Hannah to place his head on her lap, as normal.
“Plehease…go easy.” Jeongin pleaded gently.
“Okay, then neck tickles for two minutes.” Chan proposed.
“No way! That’s longer than everyone else!!” Jeongin protested.
“Yeah, but soft tickles.”
“Fine.” Jeongin sighed, waiting for Hannah’s nails to finally come down onto his oh-so-sensitive neck.
He whimpered as a nail traced down the area, squeaking when he felt another hand suddenly trail down his tummy. “Yohohu sahaid—!!”
“Shhh…” Hannah shoothed him, feeling the way his body jolted as more hands began trailing down his body.
“Ahahahagah I cahahahant tahahake thihihis!! Ihihits tohohohorture!!” Jeongin giggled, twisting aggressively away from the tickly tracing.
“Juhuhuhust go rohohough alreheady!”
“Fine.”
Hands scribbled down every single tickle spot, Hannah’s nails included on his neck.
Being the ticklish maknae he was, Jeongin crumbled instantly. “PLEHEHEHEASE!! NOHOHOT THE NAHAHAHAILS!!”
“Too bad.”
Jeongin squealed once and then his laughter was gone. Normally, he’d last longer, but with eighty fingers? Done.
“Okahay…” The others let up, consoling the poor boy as he gasped for air.
“Hmhmhm~” Seungmin stood up and began to walk out of the room, trying to seem casual by humming a tune.
“Seungmin?~” He heard Hannah’s voice.
Shit.
“Get him!” Seungmin tried to run, but was immediately taken down by the eight pairs of arms wrapped around him, Changbin slightly weaker because of his previous wrecking.
“Please! You don’t have to—AAAAHH!!” Seungmin didn’t even get a chance to explain. All the members had increasing lee moods from the amount of wreckings that had already happened, and were now taking it out on him.
“please…NOOHOHOHOHO!!” He dissolved into loud laughter the moment he felt eighty fingers wiggling over his sensitive spots.
Hannah seated herself on his thighs. “Oh, Minnie? Ya know, when me and your sis were on call together, she let slip a smalll weak spot of yours~”
Seungmin’s eyes widened in horror.
“How about righttt…here?” She dipped her index finger right into his belly button.
“AAAAHHHH!!” Everybody flinched.
“PLEHEHEHEHEASE IHI CAHANT TAHAKE IHIT IN THERE—AGH!!” Hannah squished along the small button, scraping her nail along the side and listening to Seungmin’s hysterical squeals.
“I don’t think I’ve ever heard Seungmin laugh this hard.” Chan noticed. Jeongin laughed. “Yeah, I think nails are his weakness.”
“STOHAAHAAHAAA!!” Seungmin pleaded weakly, laughter already cutting out into silence.
“Okay, he looks like he’s gonna faint.” Hannah pulled her finger out, making sure not to accidentally poke the button on the way.
Exhausted, everyone sat down, Jeongin gently calming a giggly Seungmin.
“We didn’t even get to play the board games.” Chan gestured to them defeatedly.
“But, because of them, now I know how much you guys love tickling.” Hannah shrugged, prompting loud, embarrassed noises from each member.
“Please. I saw how happy y’all were to tickle each other, and I’m not blind.” She smiled loftily.
“I CALL TOP BUNK!!” Seungmin screeched the second he registered the twin bunk beds in their resident villa.
“Hey, that’s so unfair!” Chan called from behind him, a frown on his face. Jeongin grumbled as Minho jogged past the eldest and flung his bag onto the other top bunk.
Innie and Chan exchanged glances; evil twin smirks on their faces as they planned with their eyes.
Meanwhile, the kitten and the puppy were internally cheering at the idea of snatching the top bunks from the disgruntled maknae and hyung.
“Hey—you two, off.” Came Chan’s stern voice. Minho stuck his tongue out and Seungmin copied him.
“Let’s just talk.” Jeongin smiled, an eerie, mysterious grin that sent shivers up Minnie’s spine.
The two got off of the bed, just for both the maknae and the hyung to grab Minho’s body and drag him to the floor, albeit a little difficult with the kitten’s struggling.
“Oho, you’re not going anywhere…” Chan threatened, using one arm to pin Minho’s arms lazily to his chest, his other hand deep cutting under Min’s shirt and plunging a singular finger into his belly button.
Poor Minho screeched immediately, loud laughter pouring from him as he kicked out behind Chan’s back.
Minho blushed a deep red as Jeongin simpered down at him teasingly. “You ready, hyung?~”
He didn’t even wait for the kitten to answer before his fingers were digging harshly into the older’s tummy.
All of their laughter blended together, a perfect harmony of happy snorts and a plethora of cute squeals and giggles.
“NOHOHO Ihihinnieee PLEHEHEAHA!!” Minho griped, a wide smile on his face.
Chan teasingly moved his fingers to the kitten’s ribs, digging in harshly.
“CHAAAAHAAHAN!! NOHOHO PLEHEHEASE NOHOHOHO!!” Minho went weak with laughter, propelling his feet in the air as Chan counted his ribs provokingly.
“IHIHINNIEEEE!!” The second eldest screamed when Jeongin moved to his armpits, scribbling in with a fervor.
“What is it, hm? You’re laughing so cutely but you can’t escape…” Jeongin squeezed his hands around Minho’s wrists just to remind the dancer of his inevitable punishment.
“YOUHUHUUURE SOHOHO MEHEHEHEAN!!” Poor Min squeaked, twisting around fruitlessly. “PLEHEHEHEASE TAHAHAHAKE THEHEM OHOHOHOFF!!” He referred to Jeongin’s tickling fingers.
“Mmm…you sound so cute though! Maybe I’ll keep going a little while more…” Innie decided. Minho whimpered at that, eyes pleading as his face burned in humiliation. He was really getting pinned and wrecked by the maknae. How embarrassing.
Chan decided to move, starting to tickle the boy’s ribs again.
“HYUHUHUHUNG!! PLEHEHEHEASE—NO—DOHONT STAHAHART AGAAIINNN!!” Minho whined through high-pitched hysterics as Chan frowned, shaking his head and restarting on the kitten’s ribs, grabbing one at a time and vibrating it, playing with the bone, something poor Minho absolutely couldn’t take. “STAHAHAHAHAAA!!”
“Sensitive little ribs, are they?” Chan mused, a small smile on his face as he continued to wreck the poor cat to oblivion.
“YEHEHEHEHA!! NOHOW LET GOHOHO!!”
“No~”
That little shit. Minho glared at him, though it was a little difficult considering Chan’s fingers wouldn’t let him stop laughing.
In a last-ditch attempt to piss the lers off, Minho took a deep breath and sealed his lips, cheeks flushing pink as he tried to hold in his laughter.
It was working. They was visibly frustrated and kept digging deeper into the kitten’s torso, trying to prompt Minnie into laughing.
Finally, Seungmin threw the younger’s shirt up and took a deep breath himself, and Minho’s eyes widened moments before Mong’s lips attached to his belly button.
The veins in his neck strained as he whimpered through his teeth, Min kicked around, finally giving in the minute the puppy blew a loud raspberry into his side.
“PFFT—HAAAHAHAHAAA!! NOHOHO PLEASE IHIHIM SOHOHOHOHORRYYY!!” Minho pleaded, a wide smile on his face as he grew weaker to the relentless tickling.
Raspberry after raspberry after raspberry.
Minho’s laughter had silenced, and he was thrashing around crazily, Jeongin’s fingers continuing to vibrate deeper and deeper into his v-line, Chan’s hands shaking his rib cage and raspberries making him wheeze, letting out a high-pitched squeal that sent butterflies into the lers’ stomach.
“Okay okay, he might die.” Innie smiled down as Minho’s eyes formed crescents, unfiltered joy on his face as he beamed in laughter.
However, the second the maknae had let him go, he was pinned. “Ohhh, shit.”
Min raised his eyebrows. “You think you can tickle me and just get away with it? I only let one person do that.”
“We all know you have a soft spot for Lix, hyung.” Jeongin rolled his eyes, making Minho scoff.
“You’re just asking for it, little brat.” He pinned Jeongin’s arms out to the side, leaning in and blowing a buzzing raspberry directly onto Innie’s neck.
“AGH!! HYUHUHUNG NOHOHO!!” Jeongin squealed, happily kicking his feet and laughing his cute, crinkly laugh.
Minho only continued, melting Jeongin into a pile of laughter as Chan and Seungmin scrambled over to help, the leader picking to scribble his fingers up under the maknae’s shirt, while the puppy grabbed one ankle and tickled up the arch of Innie’s foot.
Jeongin screamed, the tickly feelings blended together and left him a puddle of hysterics on the floor as he frantically drummed his feet and was weakened to Minho’s raspberries.
“NOHOHO!! No—plehease Chahannie noho…” The maknae panted when Chan’s fingers stopped underneath his armpits. He squeaked when they received a poke.
“Okay, heeeere we go!” Channie announced with a grin, digging into them with a “dudududu” sound effect.
Jeongin squealed, twisting as loud cackles bubbled out of him.
“NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!” He wheezed. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!”
The hyung’s only continued their tickly movements until Jeongin’s laughter had silenced, only gasps of air were heard.
Meanwhile, Chan had let go of the maknae, and Jeongin was panting, strength returning to his body slowly.
The second Chan tried to stand up, a piercing war cry echoed through the room, courtesy of Jeongin, and he startled. Minho successfully grabbed his arms and pulled him into his lap, with Channie squealing and everything.
Min wrapped his legs around Chan‘s thigh, handing one arm to each of the maknaes to take.
“Wait—Min please…I’m sorry.” Chan tried to explain. Minho nodded mockingly. “Bad I forgive you. But you still deserve this, so it’s happening.”
He stretched out Channie’s torso, fingers poised above the eldest’s tummy.
“Urghh…” Chan shut his eyes from the anticipation, peeking every few seconds.
Minho kept them there for a few minutes before suddenly descending his hands onto Chris’s hypersensitive upper body.
Jeongin and Seungmin handled one of his arms, tickling under it until Channie squealed, while Minho got to work.
Digging into his ribs, scribbling along his chest, counting his abs, Minho did everything he could think of to possible torment their poor leader.
And how’s Chan reacting to this, you ask? He was not okay. Loud screams and laughter poured from him, his eyes crinkling up in the familiar way it did when he laughed far too much.
“M-MIHIHHIHINN!!” He pleaded. “IIHHIHITS TOOHO MUHUHUHUCH AHAAHAHAAAAHHAA!!”
Minho could tell the leader was exhausted from their trip, but refused to sleep anyway. Perhaps this was a way they could tire him out.
“We’ll stop when you promise to sleep tonight.” Jeongin voiced Minho’s thoughts.
“BUHUHUT SLEEHEHEEP IS SO BOHOHOHORING!!” Chan squeaked, but only regretting it when the fingers dig deeper into his torso.
Finally, the fingers stopped. “Good job, hyung.” Minho murmured, gently caressing Channie’s face to remove all traces of tears.
“Mmmhmhm...” Came Channie’s reply.
“Wait. Someone here hasn’t gotten wrecked.” Jeongin noticed Seungmin sneakily trying to leave the room, and immediately grabbed his ankle.
“We haven’t gotten you yet, have we?”
Seungmin screamed and tried to run, just to get pulled down back onto his soon to be lers’ laps.
Hands crashed onto his body, some attacking his upper torso while others attacked his thighs. Minnie was thrashing immediately, deep laughter pouring helplessly from his lips.
“OHOHOHO NOHOHOHO PLEHEHEASEE!!” He squealed, a desperate attempt to satiate their need for his laughter. It didn’t work.
“Cutie~ Smile for us, baby.” Chan cooed, digging deeper into the puppy’s armpits.
Mong cackled breathlessly, the hands never let up, only keeping him in his constant hysterics as he twisted and squirmed beneath their grasp.
Minho teasingly dipped a finger into the puppy’s belly button, Seungmin following by throwing his head back and laughing, howled screams pouring from him.
“STAHAHAHAHAAGHH!!” He wailed before his laughter cut out fully, tears dripping down his cheeks in his mirth.
After a few very ticklish kisses, the boys laid on the floor, panting and smiling.
Who got the top bunk in the end, you ask? Well, after everything had happened, they had decided to nap with Lixie and Sungie, only more cackles fueling their ler moods as Jisung screamed with laughter, cheeks red and wet, five pairs of hands wiggling all over his body…
