hi!! Can I request a lee!hyunjin and ler!jeongin fic? I feel like that pairing and dynamic is kinda rare and the thought of innie getting back at hyunjin for always messing w him is really cute, esp now that innie is so mature (Hallucination was actually insane) I can picture hyunjin teasing him ab being all grown up now and he's just like yea lemme show u *proceeds to tickle the shit out of him and teasing him till he's a blushy mess*
(I don't really know how all this requesting thing works tbh I'm new to this sorry if I didn't follow any rules😞)
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Maturity with age? Or age with immaturity?
Words: 1,156 Note: hihi T/w: hihi Taglist:@reginald-stay09@itzsana-kiddingmenow@hetashi-takashimaya@soap143@jungwon-is-the-one@minnielvrr@skzdiary Lee: Hyunjin Ler: Jeongin
Cuteness aggression was not for the weak. At least that's what Hyunjin thought anyway. No matter how old Jeongin grew, he could never see him as the mature adult he had grown into after the past few years. Well, he could, but how could anyone's heart not crumble when they looked Jeongin in the eye, where he was older, taller, and maybe, maybe stronger than the younger. Having to act like a genuinely normal person whenever you were put with the cutest best friend you've ever had was definitely in the list of things that Hyunjin considered ridiculous-- Why wouldn't you purposely interrupt your friend's routine to completely destroy their well-made hair and ramble about how adorable they were to satisfy that innate urge in you?
That's how he ended up where he was, in the dance practice room that smelt like a gym, the stench of sweat greeting him when he peeked his head in from the airconditioned hallway. Jeongin stood in the centre of the oak wood floors, the mirrors reflecting his surrounding images, the small speaker on the floor shouting out lyrics that vibrated off the walls of the room. His breaths came out in short, laboured yet quiet breaths, gracefully flying across the floor while his upcoming solo song, "Hallucination", played out. Well, it felt exactly like a hallucination with how ethereal he looked. Hyunjin picked his jaw up from the floor, strolling into the room casually, only to feign disappointment when his presence was not at all acknowledged.
"How's your dance practice coming along?" He hums leisurely, purposely kneeling down to pause the music, bursting Jeongin's well-kempt bubble of focus. He knew that he could've just, left the younger alone, let him work hard at his skilful movements and not miss the opportunity to have a taste of his heavenly live vocals. But there was no fun in that! And Hyunjin was all about fun. Jeongin grumbles, not all that surprised, but exasperated nonetheless about being stopped in the middle of his chorus. He rolls his eyes in Hyunjin's direction, which strikes him to clutch his heart dramatically, flashing him the prettiest puppy eyes and batting his eyelashes; which did not work at all.
"Terrible because you entered," Jeongin deadpans, suffocating half to death when Hyunjin crushes his bones in a tight hug, sweat pressing against his tank top with the close proximity. Really, did Hyunjin have no sense of personal space when it came to him, or he just decided his personal space was somehow Jeongin's as well?
"You wound me! I'm only trying to give you some much needed love…" He whines petulantly, but the way the corners of his mouth were twitching upwards shut his little wounded dog act down.
"Love that comes from you is worse than anything else!" Jeongin shoots back fiercely, despite no malice underlying his words. In response, the leader of genius-racha decides to ruffle the younger's hair, messily combing through fists full of hair and flinging sweat absolutely everywhere, as if they had just been through a thunderstorm. Maybe Jeongin was indeed already heading through it, his patience burning somewhat to his wits ends as his face contorted into one of mock disgust.
"Stop. Touching. My. Hair." He suddenly mumbles, soft, but threatening beneath the surface of his usual serene voice. His hands, trapped underneath the warm yet choking embrace, dive themselves into Hyunjin's underarms without a sliver of mercy, not a thought of leaving slipping his mind even when the artist tumbled backwards in shock, a high pitched squeal leaving his lips in shock; both from falling backwards and from the sudden tickling.
"I-I'm gohohonna fahahahall!" Hyunjin shrieks, giggles flowing from his lips while struggling to hold the younger in place, feeling nimble fingers attempting to slip into the indents under his arms. As expected, they both came tumbling onto the ground, giving Jeongin just that pocket of time to shove Hyunjin onto the ground, his eyes shining with a newfound glint of mischievousness while straddling his hips effortlessly.
"Had so much fun tormenting me these few days, didn't you? Let's see if you like it." Jeongin sneers, before shoving his hands just as deep as he could get them, his thumbs pressing into what he thought was the centre of Hyunjin's armpits, moving in slow, torturous circles. To say the reaction was priceless was an understatement.
"NOHOHO! N-NOHOT THEHEHERE! INNIE!" The same, screeching laughter that the younger could never bore of hearing now blasted throughout the practice room instead of music, writhing and thrashing underneath him like a ferret that had just too much energy. His eyes squeezed shut in a futile attempt to cope with the sensations, head thrown back against the smooth wooden floors and mouth open wide and stretched into a wide smile.
"Not where? Here?" Jeongin pressed a slight amount deeper with his thumbs, eliciting a scream from beneath him.
"Or here?" His thumbs then found the dips in his hips, kneading into the indents and pulling another ear shattering squeal from Hyunjin.
"Or this?" His hands grabbed onto the lean thighs beside him, moulding the flesh into his fingers as he squeezed and rubbed, pulling desperate pleas and cries from the elder out of mirth.
"PLEHEHEHEASE! I- I CAHAHAN'T!" Hyunjin begs with what breath he had left, a red hue flushing over his cheeks and bleeding down to his neck, arms reaching out weakly to Jeongin's as they tormented his poor, sensitive soul. They managed to grasp his wrists, yes, but barely had any strength to even lift his fingers, back arching off the floor as hysterics and cackles left his mouth.
"Done messing with me yet?" Jeongin raises a single eyebrow in feigned suspicion, his fingers creeping up his ribs, pretending to a sing the melody to "Long for you" on the piano, ironic enough that it was Hyunjin's own solo song that he released. Of course the elder didn't know that, busy with losing his breath and going absolutely ballistic from the constant tickling and teasing. Sure, Jeongin was a man of few words, just like some others in the group, but his actions definitely got the job done for him.
"Y- YEHEHEHES! PLEHEHEASE!" And just like that, the hands were removed from his body, leaving him in a sweaty puddle just like his member, who calmly got off Hyunjin's hips and dusted himself off, leaving the artist to twitch and heave against the floor, somehow fighting back the tears of mirth in his eyes while his entire body tingled with aftershocks.
"Come. we'll get soda. My treat." Jeongin shrugs, outstretching a hand and smiling with the warmth of a thousand suns. Despite his exhaustion, Hyunjin immediately intertwined his hands with the younger, forgetting about practically being tickled half to death and rambling about why lemon soda should be considered the best flavour in the world, both of them soaked in sweat and the smell of bread being freshly made with flour right in the corner.
Lessons were temporary, but punishments? Forever in quantity.