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here to request another lee seungmin!!! Possibly along the lines of ler minho, with a tickle fight?? Also includes tickle kisses and teasing
Lee: Seungmin
Ler: Minho
a/n: guess who got their writing motivation back ‼️ I apologize for the wait, but I hope this fufills your desires! My little 2min cuties <3
The Great Remote Rumble of 2025
A standoff.
The two were tense, both unmoving, eyes flicking between their opponent and the prize.
The remote.
It was one of those rare off days for the band, so they had all decided to meet up in Chan and Jeongin’s dorm to spend some quality time together. The rest of the group was shoved in Chan’s room, shouting and elbowing each other as they played round after round of mario kart. It was getting late, and in order to settle the kids, Chan had called out to the two parties uninterested in the screaming match.
“Min? Would you mind picking out a movie so everyone can relax after this?”
‘Min’ could technically apply to either of them.
So now they were glaring at each other, trying to win a battle of wills for the precious remote.
“I’m older than you.” Minho pointed out, narrowing his cat-like eyes.
“Exactly. I’m closer in age to the majority of the group, so I’d be more in tune with what everyone would like to watch.” Seungmin countered, a confident little smirk on his face.
“We’re from the same generation! I know what everyone likes to watch.”
“You’re just gonna put on cat documentaries, hyung.”
That was the problem with this pair– they were both very stubborn people. It worked well to fit their personalities together since they often agreed, but when they butted heads, it was an unstoppable force meeting an immovable object.
Lino, ever proactive, simply decided to lunge for the remote, scrambling to snatch it off the couch. Seungmin moved in just as fast, briefly wrestling with the dancer before prying it from his grip, a victorious smile on his face. The older tried to swipe it back, but the vocalist used his height to his advantage, holding it high above the older’s head as he began to flick through streaming services.
“Little brat.” Minho hissed, trying to claw at Seungmin’s arm, but his attempts were useless. His eyes landed on the puppy’s exposed side and he grinned, changing tactics to dig his hand into the vocalist’s ribcage. Seungmin yelped, his arm briefly coming down, but it shot back up just as quickly when Minho tried to grab for the remote once again.
“Hyung! F-fuck off! I won!” He sputtered, trying his best to push the cat away. Lino, ever persistent, stayed on his side like a leech.
“If you wish to keep the goblet, you must endure the trials.” The older simpered playfully, snickering as he continued darting his hands all over his bandmate’s torso.
“Gohoho a-away!” Seungmin hissed back, cursing himself as he felt giggles slip through his defenses. He danced around the living room, trying to dislodge his attacker while keeping the remote out of reach, but he could feel his arm trembling with the need to protect himself.
“You are not worthy.” Lino tsked, wrapping his arms around the vocalist to hold him still, wiggling his fingers across the poor boy’s stomach. “You’re cracking under the pressure.”
“Thihihis is cheheheating!” Seungmin whined, feeling his arm start to fail him as it inched downwards bit by bit, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Their bandmates definitely heard this ridiculous scuffle from the other room.
“Cheating?” Minho gasped, punctuating his dramatics by drilling his thumbs into Seungmin’s hips, making him squeak and loud laughter to tumble from his lips. “No no— Hyung loves you. I only want the best! You need to be able to withstand the pressure of such a burden.”
“Thihihis is n-not— hyung!” The puppy whined, his giggles turning annoyingly squeaky as Minho started to pepper gentle kisses across his face, all while wiggling his fingers against his sensitive torso.
“See? See my love, Mong-mong? Aish, you’re so cute. Almost makes me feel bad.” The older teased, slipping his hand under the younger’s shirt, then reaching up to spider his fingers in the hollows of Seungmin’s armpits. The vocalist shrieked, his arm coming rocketing down, his cheeks flushed a bright red as he laughed.
“Nahaha! Nohohot thehehere!” He pleaded, crumpling in his hyung’s arms. Minho grinned victoriously, easily grabbing the remote from his victim, then releasing him to flop back on the couch.
“Poor Minnie. Maybe next time, hm?” Minho teased lowly, giggling as the vocalist panted beside him.
“Minho?” Chan’s voice called out, poking his head into the living room, sporting a fond smile that told the dancer that he had heard everything. “You guys alright?”
“Perfectly fine.” Lino assured him, a cat-like smirk on his face, patting the flustered vocalist on the head. “Just teaching our Seungminnie here the responsibility that comes with being the remote bearer.”
“I see…” The leader hummed, amused. “Well? What are we watching, then?”
“How do you guys feel about documentaries?”
