Playtime!
First:here | Third: here | Fourth: here | Fifth: here
A/N: I have too many ideas for these three but alas this will be my last fic revolving around them for a little while (I am absolutely going to write more eventually though) just so I can give some attention to my other requests :) I can't be neglecting all my other favs...
The next fic, as promised, will be based on this ! Gi-hun and Dae-ho need more presence in my fics :)
Summary: Myung-gi becomes the focus of two bored, drugged-up lunatics. What's the worse that could happen?
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The second game came and went. Myung-gi, against all odds, had survived.
He wasn’t very popular in the dorm. He didn’t have an established team, or even an established acquaintance, unlike every other player who had somehow formed alliances.
And yet- he’d managed to find himself a solid group for the past round.
He knew he’d have been capable of every single one of those minigames on his own. It was purely dumb, unfiltered luck that the other four players he’d joined with were also capable. If not?
Well, he wouldn’t be here right now.
Something he was wishing for, actually, when he found himself flanked yet again by the two losers otherwise known as Thanos and Nam-gyu. The exact two who had tormented him to tears yesterday. He could tell by the shit-eating grins on their faces that they were absolutely planning to recreate making him laugh himself breathless.
God, why couldn’t one of his team members in Pentathlon have fucked up in flying stone or spinning top or something. Gonggi maybe? Who even played that anymore anyway??
‘Jesus christ…’ he muttered, tipping his head back, eyes closed. Maybe he could just despawn or something. Or wake up in a shitty motel and all of this be a bad dream.
‘MG Coooiin!’
There it was. That disgustingly sweet sing-songy voice.
‘Awh, Thanos. He’s ignoring us’
Myung-gi could literally see the fake, childish pout on Nam-gyu’s face even with his eyes closed. He groaned and lolled his head forwards, finally looking at them with a tired glare. His eyes met Thanos’.
‘There he is!’ Exclaimed the purple-haired man, slapping his hands on his own knees like he was greeting a shy toddler. ‘There’s our giggly little guuuy!’
Myung-gi felt a primal repulsion instantly spike in his chest and recoiled in disgust. ‘Don’t speak to me like that you freak’ he spat, muscles tensed to run. He could probably make it this time- they were both on the same edge of his bunk leaving the other side completely free. Nothing but rows of other bunks, a decreased amount of players, and freedom.
‘We’re kinda stressed, man. You don’t mind helping us out, do you?’ Thanos continued. Nam-gyu stepped forward, putting a hand on the railing behind Myung-gi’s head and leaning down with a shark-like grin. ‘After all, man, we’re friends right? And friends help each other. Hell, yesterday you did say we were your bestest friends!’ He giggled and then, as if they’d fucking rehearsed this, both of them said in unison:
‘In the whooole wide world!’
Myung-gi stared at them with a clenched jaw and a heartbeat that could rival a man after a 100 metre sprint. No. He was not letting this happen again.
Nam-gyu reached a sweater-pawed hand, the one not resting on the bunk rail, to grab at Myung-gi’s forearm.
It almost made contact. Almost.
Nam-gyu’s fingers curled around air as Myung-gi leapt to the side, throwing his legs off the bunk and sprinting down the narrow path between bunks. He heard some kind of angry noise behind him, could’ve been Thanos- could’ve been Nam-gyu- he wasn’t about to stop to check.
Especially because he heard their rapid footsteps following behind him.
Stale dorm air whipped past his face as he darted between steel railing and bunk alike, almost bowling over an unfortunate player he didn’t care to apologise to. His legs moved faster than they had in red light, green light.
He vaulted over a bunk like an Olympic gymnast and ignored the startled ‘Hey!’ of the player residing in it. Myung-gi didn’t care how stupid he looked he just- wait, was that Jun-hee? She’s not watching is she??- needed to get as far from those tickle-happy weirdos as possible.
There wasn’t exactly anywhere to hide in the dorm. It was quite literally four walls and a roof. There were no obstacles except the bunks. There were no doors to escape through, no hallways to dash down- but maybe if he could just get deeper within the maze of beds and into a shadowy corner he’d lose them? Or, preferably, they’d give up?
Myung-gi was zig-zagging now, his own feet and pride threatening to trip him up, but somehow- he didn’t. He had actually crossed quite a lot of ground without stumbling even once. If he hadn’t been running for such a ridiculous reason he might’ve been proud of himself.
The adrenaline had started to wear off and his chest burnt from the exertion. Surely he’d put enough distance between him and the psychopaths?
Coming to a halt and bracing himself on an empty bunk, he whipped around, panting wildly and eyes wide, prepared to see a whirlwind of rapper/sadist barrelling toward him.
Nothing. Not even a flash of purple, nor a condescending taunt. The only other souls around him were those of stunned, baffled players who either averted their gaze or stared harder. His little sprint fit had probably lowered what little reputation he had, if any, but that was the last thing on his mind.
Breathing a sigh of relief and swallowing thickly, Myung-gi craned his neck to try and get a view of his original bunk. He had to make sure they weren’t still lingering around before he even thought about going back.
…Unless he could stay here? The bunk he was holding onto was empty; and it wasn’t as if he had any belongings he had to go and retrieve.
Yeah. Yeah, that was a good idea. Just hunker down right here for the remainder of the games. Safe, secure, invisi-
‘Whew, man. You’re a slippery little fuck when you wanna be, huh?’
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Myung-gi didn’t know how it happened. He’d thought he’d gotten shot of the two men who had made it their mission to bully him into hysterics, but he was here. On his back. Same bunk, same position. Same dread knowing what was to come.
‘Guys- guys, come on’ he choked out, pulling at his restrained wrists as if they’d magically phase through the strong hands gripping them.
‘Ha! ‘Guys’? We on the same level now or somethin’, coin boy?’ Thanos chuckled, slightly out of breath from the struggle of hoisting Myung-gi back across the dorm. He looked at Nam-gyu across the bunk, who smiled broadly at him and shook Myung-gi’s wrist, forcing him to ‘wave’ at Thanos. He looked down at the trapped man and slapped his face with his own hand. Just once, and nothing too rough, but the glare it produced was enough for the two druggies to cackle nastily.
‘Hey, you don’t gotta beat yourself up, dude!’ Crowed Player 124, snorting at his own joke. ‘Was two against one, right? Nobody blames you for getting your scrawny ass owned’
‘s’right. Or for making a scene like an embarrassed little girl’ Thanos joined in on the bit, one arm dangling from the slats above.
‘Or for screaming like one’
‘Or for-’
‘I get it! God! Just shut up!’ Myung-gi snapped. ‘You’re both fucking sick! What are you even getting out of this?!’
He felt Thanos’ grip on his wrist tighten instantly. ‘Careful, coin. Don’t wanna go making this worse for yourself, hm?’ the jokey tone died instantly as Player 230 dropped his voice into a low, soft tone. Dangerous. Myung-gi’s breath caught in his throat. He looked up at Thanos, who was looking right back at him with a slight upwards curve of his lips, like he was daring Myung-gi to try anything else. Myung-gi felt an uncomfortable prickle down his spine at the intensity of Thanos’ stare.
Their locked gaze was shattered by Nam-gyu saying an abrupt, ‘So where we getting him first?’.
Thanos, prone to mood swings and unstable emotions, suddenly jolted right back into that ridiculous playful demeanour. Any air of unsettling intimidation vanished in an instance as he snapped his head up, boyish grin plastered on his face with a ‘Man, his ribs got him fuckin’ screaming last time. I’m headin’ right there’ he flexed his fingers theatrically, rings flashing in the light. ‘That lil gap between the middle ones-’ he tapped two fingers into the grooves between a couple of ribs, making Myung-gi jump and grit his teeth with a harsh intake of breath, ‘-yeah, those ones. S’just sooo ticklish right there, huh, coin?’
Myung-gi wanted to spit something venomous at Thanos but he didn’t trust himself to talk. Not with Thanos’ weird shift from a minute ago, that threat of ‘not making it worse for himself’; not to mention those slender fingers still pressing into that gap, promising to send him into giggles the second he opened his mouth.
‘Solid plan, dude. Personally? Stomach’s where it’s at’ Nam-gyu shifted his weight to playfully scrunch his free hand into a claw, flexing his fingers purposefully in front of Myung-gi’s face. ‘all them squishy nerves just begging to be touched…!’
‘Nam-su’ Thanos interrupted. Player 124 looked up. ‘It’s Nam-gyu’.
‘Nam-gyu. You can go first’ Thanos gave a downwards nod, motioning toward Myung-gi as if he were offering something as benign as a pen. His lower jaw jutted arrogantly, genuinely believing he was doing Nam-gyu a favour (which to be fair, Nam-gyu absolutely would agree). ‘I got kinda greedy yesterday, right? What was it you said?’
Nam-gyu’s smile grew wider, slowly, eyes tracing Myung-gi’s torso. Without looking at Thanos he said a delighted, ‘You were hogging him’.
‘Totally was, man. So you go ahead- do your thing. Little shit deserves it for that run around he gave us’.
Myung-gi squeezed his eyes shut and prepared for the worst. A hand under his arm, a finger in his sides…
…Nothing happened. Seconds ticked by, but the electric ticklish sensation he was bracing for never came. He slowly opened his eyes, hoping beyond hope that this had all been some long-winded, sadistic attempt to rattle him. He wouldn’t have put it past them to have committed embarrassingly hard to the bit.
But as soon as he caught Nam-gyu’s eye, the club director put on a faux-curious expression and asked ‘All hyped up now? Or do you need another minute?’
Not expecting an answer, he shot his hand to Myung-gi’s stomach. The ex-youtuber yelped, a noise he quickly tried to choke down, body jerking involuntarily as he expected to be tickled to absolute pieces.
But, again…nothing happened. No tickling. No contact at all, actually. Nam-gyu’s hand was still poised in that teasy claw, as if it was prepped to make him squeal, but…he just hovered it there. Myung-gi furrowed his brow and looked at Player 124 with confusion. ‘The fuck are you doing?’
He was completely ignored.
‘I’m gonna get’cha!’ Nam-gyu sang with an over-the-top playful lilt. Myung-gi furrowed his brow even more like he was trying to grow muscles in his fucking forehead. ‘What…what the fuck?’ he sputtered out, ignoring the titter from Thanos on the other side.
Nam-gyu didn’t give him any explanation, because why would he? Myung-gi wasn’t owed something stupid like clarity. Besides, explaining would ruin the fun.
‘I’m gonna…GET’CHA!’ the hand clawed rapidly downwards only to again grind to a halt just inches from his belly. Myung-gi let out a strangled, anticipatory giggle against his will.
It might’ve actually been kind of funny, if the malicious undertone and bullying intent weren’t present. If they were just friends messing about, playing games…well, it technically was a game- just a very one-sided one, with a very unwilling scammer participant.
Player 333 breathed heavily as he forced himself to calm down, eyes wide and staring at the hand above his stomach like it would burn him. ‘You f-fucker’.
Nam-gyu just did it again. And again. And each time- the same ‘Iiii’m gonna get’cha!’ left his mouth, a giddy, taunting phrase that made Thanos chuckle obnoxiously. And, predictably, Myung-gi jumped with every pass, not knowing when Nam-gyu would strike for real. His body was preparing itself to laugh again, to be completely undone by horrid ticklish sensation, and each time it was faked out. The tension built and built and went absolutely nowhere.
‘Wh-whahahat the fuck are you doi-AH!’ He jumped again when Nam-gyu repeated the motion for what felt like the 100th time. The pill-popper was beside himself, Myung-gi’s hilarious reactions and Thanos’ obvious amusement spurring him on.
And the voice he was using…like he was talking to a puppy or a child and not a full grown man.
‘Nam-su, it’ll be lights out before you get started’ Thanos commented like it was a real, actual issue- but, really, this was entertaining as hell to witness.
‘I’m getting there, I’m getting there. Just letting him sweat first’ Nam-gyu replied, hand still poised in a claw above Myung-gi’s skin, and then yet another ‘I’m gonna get’cha!’.
‘AH-! Oh my god! Fucking stop doing that!’
Neither man replied at first. They were both too busy laughing their asses off. ‘What, you’d rather I tickle you?’ Nam-gyu finally asked, grinning through the rhetorical question. ‘Well, if you insist!’
And then blinding, unbearable sensation shooting down his side as Nam-gyu practically buried his hand into the curve and squeezed hard.
‘NAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! ST-STahahAHAHAP!!’ It hit Myung-gi like a truck, he wasn’t prepared for it, still half-expecting another fakeout. ‘HOHOohoHOLY SHIHIHIT!! FUCKING GEHEHET OHOHOFF ME!’
Nam-gyu was almost doubled over laughing himself now. ‘Man, this is so fucking funny’.
‘Hey- hey, Nam-su’
‘Nam-gyu’
‘Nam-gyu. You know what else is funny?’
Thanos suddenly took a handful of Myung-gi’s shirt and pulled it up slowly, painfully so, looking Myung-gi in the eye the entire time with a manic smile. Nam-gyu halted his own assault, intrigued.
Myung-gi’s laughter cut off like somebody had pulled a cord. He froze, craning his neck to look down at the fabric painstakingly making its way upwards. The cold air of the dorm hit his exposed stomach as his shirt was bunched up to his ribs.
‘H-hey, what- fucking pull my shirt down, you freak!’
Even Nam-gyu was confused, pausing uncertainly. ‘You getting romantic on him or something?’ He asked, just the slightest sliver of hesitation in his voice. But he wasn’t about to actually stop Thanos. After all! Thanos could do no wrong in his eyes! He was certain whatever was about to come next would be utterly hysterical and he could not wait. Thanos knew what he was doing, right?
‘Hey, MG coin’ purred the bigger man, the non-restraining hand now pinched on Myung-gi’s waist to hold him steady. ‘You ever had a raspberry?’
Nam-gyu’s eyes instantly widened and he barked out a ‘HAH!’, absolutely thrilled. He wasn’t expecting that, but damn! He knew his Hyung had something hilarious up his sleeve!
But Myung-gi was nowhere near as amused, instead staring straight at the grinning purple-haired man with blood rushing in his ears and intense disbelief prickling at his skin. He was frozen to the bunk, a cold sweat enveloping him. He swallowed the bile rising in his throat.
‘Wh-what…?’ The word came out hardly audible, more a hoarse croak more than anything else; not from over-exertion, but just sheer shock. Thanos wouldn’t stoop that low, right? Surely not? The tickling was bad enough, sure- Thanos was clearly some emotionally stunted manchild, and Nam-gyu just went along with whatever his ‘precious Hyung’ wanted, so in a way he could kind of excuse it. But a raspberry? That thing you do to babies? That thing that involves mouth-on-skin?? Where was the line?!
Nam-gyu snickered at Myung-gi’s obvious horrified expression, leaning himself against the railings of the bunk. ‘Prick’s shitting himself over a raspberry’
Myung-gi snapped out of his bewildered panic and whipped his head around to face Nam-gyu with an incredulous ‘It’s not that!’ he snapped back round to face Thanos now. ‘Your-your mouth is going to be on my stomach!’. He waited with open-mouthed disbelief for Thanos to realise how deranged this entire thing was. Maybe a ‘huh, yeah, I guess we can skip that’.
But it didn’t come.
Thanos just gave him a dead stare. ‘So?’
Myung-gi actually laughed in disbelief, for once not a forced one. At first he just stammered and spluttered trying to process Thanos’ complete nonchalance, astonished to the core that Thanos just…didn’t seem to care?
‘What do you mean ‘so’’?!’ he cried. ‘It’s weird! It’s weird as fuck!’ And then his head angled swiftly toward Nam-gyu, so fast his neck ached. ‘You!’ he barked, not caring to remember his name (but Nam-gyu was used to people doing that). ‘Tell your dealer it’s weird!’.
Thanos shifted his gaze up to Nam-gyu, face still deadpan. Thanos was never one for boundaries- not in a strange or insidious way. He just genuinely didn’t have a concept of them. It took an awful lot to weird him out, and he didn’t let something as minor as ‘personal space’ get in the way of him having a good time.
‘Well, Nam-su? Do you think it’s weird?’
Truthfully, Nam-gyu did think it was weird. But not in a ‘ew, the fuck?’ kind of way. More in a, ‘I have got to see this’ kind of way. It certainly wasn’t unsettling enough to let that stop him from witnessing what would be, without a doubt, the funniest thing in the world.
‘You’ve done weirder’ he said, trying to match Thanos’ nonchalant tone. He suddenly gasped and raised his free hand like he’d just reminisced the coming of Christ, face lit up. ‘Remember that one time at Pentagon when you licked a-‘
‘GOOD POINT, NAM-SU!’ Thanos cut his lackey off with a flustered exclaim (that, despite circumstances, Myung-gi found pretty cathartic) and then-
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Any feeling of smug satisfaction was annihilated almost instantly. The feeling was…uh…well, he couldn’t really think of the word. He couldn’t really think of anything, to be honest. All he knew is that it was horrible.
Absolutely. Fucking. Horrible.
Not bad, not unpleasant, not even uncomfortable- horrible.
Hell, he didn’t even think it was weird anymore. Didn’t care that Thanos’ fucking lips were on his skin. The only thought going through his head was ‘tickles tickles tickles!’.
‘AAHHHHAHAHAHAHHA!!’ He kicked with renewed vigour, pulling at the hands holding his wrists with all his might, every instinct telling him to ‘get the fuck away from whatever this is!’. The warm pressure of Thanos’ head pressed into his abs was a stark contrast to the overwhelming, foreign vibrations coursing through his stomach.
The sensation made him squeal, a most undignified sound he couldn’t care less about muffling, fresh tears pricking his eyes.
Thanos pulled away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and putting on a disgusted expression, purely just for show.
‘Blegh’ he made an exaggerated face, lips curling, somewhat trying to catch his own breath. ‘You taste like scams, boy’. He gave Myung-gi’s spit-stained stomach a rough wipe with his sleeve. The younger man yelped, pulling at his wrists, trying to push himself further up the bed with shaky feet. ‘O-oh my god! Don’t fucking do that again! That was- that was-‘
‘What? Tickly?’ Thanos smirked down at him with an expression that said ‘I am ABSOLUTLEY going to do that again’.
‘Sh-shut up!!!’ Myung-gi writhed and pulled with renewed vigour. ‘I- i…! That was so fucking weird! You’re so fucking weird!’
Meanwhile Nam-gyu was almost in tears at how hard he had been laughing. Thanos was probably the only man he knew who would raspberry someone he’d met less than 24 hours ago. Especially that someone being the someone who ruined his life and brought them to the games in the first place.
‘Dude, dude- do it again’
‘Oh I was gonna’
‘DON’T YOU FUCKING DA-‘
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‘AAAHHHAHAHAHA!! GOHOHOHOD!! FUHUHUHU-FUHUHUCK YOU!’
Myung-gi cackled furiously, twisting this way and that, unfortunately only succeeding in pushing his stomach further into the raspberry. ‘PLEAHAHAHAHASE!!’ He kicked his legs frantically, the movement so wild he very almost kneed Thanos in the head.
Thanos actually had to stop mid-raspberry to laugh. An actual laugh, into Myung-gi’s stomach, forehead pressed against the heaving torso. ‘Dude- I actually can’t believe that fucking gets him so bad’ His words were muffled against the skin and he straightened up so he could be heard clearly, still giggling, looking across at Nam-gyu. ‘You ever seen a grown man lose his shit over a fuckin’ tummy buzz?’
‘You heard him squeal, right? Like a balloon dying?’ Nam-gyu could hardly get the words out through nasty laughter.
Myung-gi had never been so mortified in his life. He couldn’t wipe the smile off his face, nor stop the lingering after-giggles. His stomach still tingled. They were still laughing, but now he couldn’t tell if it was at him or with him. Thanos looked genuinely delighted and 333 held his breath as those blue contacts locked onto him again.
‘Tell ya what, boy. I’ll give you…twenty? No, thirty seconds’ he pretended to check a fake watch, tilting his wrist and squinting at it like he was actually reading the time. ‘Thanos is feelin’ generous- so, thirty seconds’ he ran his tongue over his teeth. ‘To convince me not to do that again’.
Myung-gi’s eyes went wide and he opened his mouth to say something.
‘Clocks tickin’, man. Better make it real convincing. Reeeeal convincing’ He leant closer so that Myung-gi could see every pore. ‘Because if you don’t? I’m not stoppin’.
Myung-gi was silent for a few seconds (that he definitely couldn’t afford to be silent for) before finally finding his voice.
‘O-okay, Thanos, you’re done now. Okay? Just- just stop!’
Nam-gyu snorted, squeezing his wrist a little tighter. ‘Shit excuse’
‘No! Wait wait- okay, just- just give me a second to fucking think!’
‘I am giving you a second, coin. Thirty of ‘em’. Thanos looked down at his wrist again and pulled a face. ‘Shit! Twenty of ‘em now!’
Myung-gi panicked, heart racing, desperately trying to come up with something. Anything!! This was his ticket out of this mess!
‘YOU WIN! Okay?! You fucking win! Why carry on now, right? You got me! Ha ha! Don’t-don’t ruin it!’
‘Shit excuse’ Nam-gyu repeated.
Myung-gi floundered, words falling over each other and stumbling on his own tongue.
‘I’ll do anything you want! I’ll- I’ll-…’ His words tapered off, mouth opening and shutting uselessly, eyes darting like he was trying to pull an excuse out of thin air.
Thanos’ eyebrows raised slowly, mouth in a wide smile. His lips trembled slightly as he tried not to burst out laughing. He cocked his head and bent his arm to show his wrist. ‘Ten seconds leeeft~!’
Myung-gi was now beside himself, tugging at his arms frantically. ‘No no no! Look, I’ll…I’ll help you in the next game! Okay?! I’ll make sure you win!!’ His voice frayed at the edges, desperate and rising in volume with every word.
‘Shit excuse’
Myung-gi could just fucking kill that 124 bastard.
Thanos made a noise of amused disbelief. ‘Make sure we win, huh? And how will you do that? Tell the guards to invest in dalmatian? Scam the bullets?’
Before Myung-gi could even respond Thanos was already looking back at his wrist. ‘Ohhh!’ he exclaimed with wide eyes. ‘That’s time! Sorry, man. Didn’t persuade me for shit’
‘NO! WAIT!’
Thanos took an exaggerated breath, holding eye contact the entire time, relishing in just how freaked out the younger man was becoming over something as stupid as this. A near-incoherent babble of ‘no no no!’ and ‘please! Fucking- please!!’
But Thanos, entirely self-serving and in dire need of entertainment, had already made up his mind.
He inhaled until he physically couldn’t anymore, until his lungs burned. His arm snaked under Myung-gi’s lower back, fingers curling round the opposite side in something that looked far too similar to an embrace as he shoved his head into the taut skin and-
Oh no. Carnage.
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By far the worst one yet (third times the charm, right?). Directly into the centre of Player 333’s stomach. The vibrations sparked outwards of his core, assaulting his nerves and making him shriek, body spasming like he was being electrocuted. It went on and on, Thanos having a…surprising level of lung capacity for someone Myung-gi was sure did nothing but vape and smoke in his free time.
‘NAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHA-AHEHEHEHE!’ He honestly did try to form some kind of beg, some kind of protest, but all he could do was laugh.
Thanos pulled away, gasping theatrically, laughing through his teeth. ‘Holy shit! That was the best one yet!’ he poked Myung-gi a few times in the stomach, right where he’d blown the raspberry, making the younger man squeal and jerk. ‘Hey, coin. Want another?’
‘Nohoho! I -cough- I do not! Stop!’
‘He totally does, dude’ Nam-gyu gave a cruel jab to Myung-g’s upper ribs.
‘Damn right. And hey- I did say I wasn’t gonna stop, right?’ his arm was still round the ex-youtuber’s back and he gave him a playful squeeze, looming over him with a bared-teeth grin. ‘Ain’t nothin’ but a man of my word’.
Myung-gi was breathing hard, blinking tears away. ‘Fuck you assholes…’ he panted. What was the point in begging? They weren’t going to stop. He could at least try and preserve some dignity.
‘Ohoho! That’s just earnt you like, five more, boy’
‘Nah nah, seven at least’
‘Might as well round up to ten then, huh?’
‘If you’re going to ten then might as well make it twenty’ Nam-gyu giggled.
‘Thirty’
‘One hundred!’
They went back and forth, each number getting comically larger until Myung-gi thought maybe they’d just keep going and forget about him.
No such luck as Thanos’ lips latched back onto him, no warning or dramatic inhale, just pure sensation. He blew one on the centre of his stomach, then on his side, then his ribs.
This time, he shook his head into the skin as he blew them, making silly growling noises. It was awful how playful he was being, whatever artificial high pumping through hisveins making him completely shameless. The added pressure of his head roughly shaking stimulated the already wrecked muscles and made Myung-gi laugh so hard he went silent, eyes squeezed shut and nothing but high-pitched wheezing escaping his lips. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed so much and the worst part was it being because of these two bastards.
Nam-gyu watched with joy as Myung-gi’s laughter cut out completely.
But…
His fingers itched to be burrowing back into Myung-gi’s ribs, pits, anywhere that would make him squeal harder. His grin grew at the thought of adding another layer of tickles onto the scammer’s poor sensitive nerves.
He didn’t vocalise this, and Thanos was far too busy peppering playful little ‘pbbts!’ rapidly over Myung-gi’s torso to notice. Myung-gi was gasping through forced laughter, tears running freely, fingers clawing in the air at nothing. Nam-gyu hovered the pads of his fingers over that horrid, tense strip of muscle just beneath the arms. Not quite the ribs, but not the pit either- just exactly where the joint connected. Where he knew would send Myung-gi into a fresh round of cackling.
‘Th-thahah-THANOS! STAHP!’ Myung-gi practically barked out the plea, words choppy and choked, desperately fighting against his own hysterics to try and get the words out. No response. Just Thanos curling his arm tighter, forcing the squealing man’s back to arch slightly further into the raspberries. He could feel the rapper smiling against his skin between bursts.
That’s when Nam-gyu struck- pressing just his finger pads into that muscle strip, making direct contact; not too hard so that it was painfully uncomfortable, but firm enough so that it’d tickle like hell.
He vibrated them into the nerves, back and forth back and forth, lifting Myung-gi’s restrained wrist higher for more access.
Myung-gi let out a shriek, the unbearable feeling coming from nowhere. His laughter came out in sharp frantic hiccups, desperately trying to catch a breath, straining at his arms so hard it was a miracle he didn’t pull anything.
‘Tickle tickle tickle!’ Nam-gyu sang, speeding up the vibrations a fraction. He moved his hand into the hollow of Myung-gi’s pit, alternating between drilling ruthlessly and spidering light flutters, nails hardly grazing.
Thanos lifted his head, wiping spit off his chin with his shoulder and looking very pleased with himself. The arm hooked round Myung-gi slithered free and he shook it out, tossing his head back lazily with a ‘whew’.
‘Shit, man. Swear I almost passed out’ he huffed dramatically as if he were the one being tormented, blinking hard.
Now that the raspberries had stopped, Myung-gi’s laughter had calmed from dizzying howls into squeaky giggles. His arm twitched with every pass of Nam-gyu’s fingers in his pit.
Player 124 let out a cruel snort and said ‘Not if he fucking passes out first’. He widened his eyes and in a sickeningly sweet voice cooed ‘Can you imagine, MG coin? Going night-night because Thanos blew on your stomach?’
‘GohohoHO TO HehHEHELL! EHehehEHEhehehe!’ Myung-gi tried to hide his face in his shoulder. It was worse now, somehow- at least before, he only had one pair of eyes staring. Thanos had been too busy trying to practically fuse his face into his fucking abs to taunt or look at him.
‘Stop! Stohohhop! I-I’m- waihiHIHIHIT!’ He dissolved into goo when Thanos scrunched at his bare waist, fingers massaging into the oblique. He couldn’t think, couldn’t function, could do nothing but laugh like an idiot.
‘You’re lucky my jaw got tired, boy, otherwise I’d be going til tomorrow’s game’ Said Thanos, a bit too casually.
Nam-gyu had shifted to scratch at Myung-gi’s neck, all the way to his collarbone, snaking his way into the neck-hole of 333’s uniform to scritch the thin, sensitive skin. Myung-gi tried to scrunch up, but Nam-gyu’s other hand was still holding him up tight by the wrist, making his efforts virtually useless.
‘Hey, coin- what’dya thinks gonna happen first? You piss yourself, or your big strong grandad comes to save you agai- AUGH!’ Thanos ripped himself away from Myung-gi, dropping his wrist and pulling his tickling hand back like he’d been burned.
Nam-gyu stopped immediately, snapping his gaze to Thanos, eyes wide with confusion and a hint of worry. ‘Wh-? What? What did you do?’
Thanos was grasping his hand, the one that had been holding Myung-gi’s wrist, rubbing over a steadily reddening welt. Nam-gyu, from across the bunk, could make out angry indentations dotted in an oval on the older man’s skin. Teeth marks.
‘Motherfucker just bit me!’ Thanos yelped. He had a look of genuine offense on his face as if he absolutely didn’t deserve that. He took a step back, still holding his own hand dramatically, glaring with indignation at Myung-gi.
Nam-gyu let the ex-youtuber go instantly like he was contagious. ‘He what?’
‘Just sank his fuckin’ teeth into me!’ Thanos exclaimed, underbite becoming more prominent as he grimaced. ‘You got a fuckin’ death wish, bitch?’
Myung-gi didn’t even care. The tickling had stopped. It may have not been the most dignified or mature way of regaining control, but ‘dignified and mature’ were adjectives that didn’t exist as soon as Thanos blew that first fucking raspberry on him.
‘You- you wouldn’t fucking…’ he was breathing heavily, not from fear or panic, just pure ticklish aftershocks. ‘You wouldn’t fucking stop!’
‘It was just tickling, you prick. Didn’t have to fucking bite me’
Myung-gi tried to scowl but he still had the hint of an involuntary smile on his face. ‘I’ll do it again, swear to god. Hit me, kick me, break my legs- I don’t care. But I’m biting your fingers off if you try that…that stupid kid shit again’
‘Man, Thanos, he sounds real mad’ Nam-gyu’s voice was dripping with sarcasm. Thanos didn’t answer. He hadn’t taken his stare off of Myung-gi. His lip curled, jaw clenched, nose scrunched in something akin to disgust.
‘Nam-su’
‘Nam-gyu’
‘Nam-gyu. Hold his arms. Both of ‘em. Tight’
Nam-gyu was admittedly hesitant- not because he thought Myung-gi had had enough. But because he didn’t want his own skin being clamped down by scammer teeth.
…nevertheless, Thanos had asked something of him and he didn’t want to disappoint. He slid menacingly round the bank of the bunk, where Myung-gi’s head lay on the pillow.
Myung-gi floundered trying to sit up, to make a run for it yet again (which he knew would never have worked, but he could try, right?) however he was utterly boneless. He didn’t succeed in getting far, feeling two strong hands tighten around his wrists and pull backwards over the ‘head-board’ of the bunk.
‘What the fuck are you doing?!’ He hissed through gritted teeth, trying to look backward over his taut shoulders at Nam-gyu. The only response was a mean chuckle.
‘Just getting you comfortable, MG coin’.
Thanos made an irritated noise under his breath, stepping back to the side of the bunk but this time climbing on top of Myung-gi’s thighs, straddling him. Myung-gi stared up at him with panicked eyes.
‘You wanna bite, coin boy?’ he sneered, both hands being placed gently on Myung-gi’s sides. He drummed his fingers and snapped his teeth together twice in a mock-bite.
‘Guess I’ll just have to make sure you can’t close your fuckin’ mouth’
