this is a tickle fic, if this isn’t your kink or makes you uncomfortable— just scroll past it!
i’m aiming to get out the requests by each group, and this was waited for a long time. sorry for the long wait. ♡ let’s act like it’s winter here.... i miss the season.
mingi shivered, and curled up in the dip san left on the bed to feel the older’s warmth again. he looked up and watched him from his view of the kitchen, his lower lip beginning to tremble as he watched him put the final touches of their hot chocolate.
san held mingi’s green mug carefully in his hands, and his brows furrowed when he noticed how cold his member appeared.
“awh, it’s okay.. this will warm you up,” he handed him the warm mug once he sat up. he was so ready to sip, san had to remind him to blow and give it a second to cool.
“this cold isn’t being nice to you, huh?”
san smiled at the way mingi shook his head with a little pout, he gingerly wiped off the small dot of whipped cream off his nose before cupping his cheek in his palm.
“it isn’t.. i’m freezing,” he took a small drink of the beverage, already feeling that small bit warming his belly. “thank you for staying with me, i already feel a lot better.” san settled beside mingi again, placing his own cup on top of the coaster close by.
“always, you’re frail and i’m your heat source,” he rest his head on mingi’s shoulder, smiling fondly at the way his cheeks gained a small pink tint as he gulped down the hot chocolate nervously.
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after emptying their cups and searching through the channels, the two members laid themselves to where mingi laid on his back, huddled up to san while the older was on his side. mingi closed his eyes, just to rest them so he could fully relax. he really wasn’t asleep, but when san asked, “are you sleeping? mingi?” he didn’t move, didn’t open his eyes an inch.
he wanted to fake a little, and it actually looked pretty believable.
his breathing was slow and steady, muscles were relaxed. he kinda wanted to sleep a little, but when he felt a gentle swipe along his lower belly he tensed.
san used his index finger to barely circle around the exposed skin of mingi’s lower stomach. his shirt went up just below his belly button, and san feathered his skillful finger all around the soft skin.
his stomach twitched, and he tightened his jaw shut to keep himself from smiling at the frustrating touch. san just ‘walked’ his index and middle finger further up his shirt.
san shifted, closer to the younger’s feet this time to slowly trace the bottom of mingi’s feet. they jumped away immediately, and he tried to play it off by naturally bringing them back under the blanket and laying on his side.
at this point the red head could already feel himself warm up all over, and he prayed his act was convincing enough to fall for. san rolled his eyes, and reached his right hand over to scratch at the member’s flat tummy. he looked like a struggling fish, flopping on his stomach with a startled squeal. “eeek! i’m not sleeping!”
mingi cackled into the mattress, even when san pulled away at that point. when he rolled onto his back again, he had his hands out to try to defend but san found his sides. he arched up and squealed, face scrunched up and smile taking up a good part of it. even though his hyung was gentle, he still knew these certain weak points and how to make mingi erupt with giggles.
“san— sahan! hyung!” now he was getting desperate, he arched as far as he could from the evil hands as san looked down with adoration. he went from soft pinches to the sides, rubbing up the hips, to gently massaging the protruding bones with his thumbs. he only actually stopped when mingi began to wheeze, he slowed his ticklish massage until it eventually stopped and he detached his hands all together. he did this to see and hear the gradual decrease of reactions he got.
mingi pulled them blanket up to his chin with a huffy sound, “it tickled!” he sounded as if it was a new discovery, and san faked amazement.
“oh! it’s like i was looking for that effect!”
he chuckled, and settled back on his side of the bed to gaze at mingi with so much warmth you could almost feel it. he was more relaxed, and sort of worn so he could only look at his hyung with the same hooded eyelids. “i’ll let you sleep now,” san slipped his arm under the blanket to hug him close, and it could’ve been seconds until he was pulled into a very real rest.
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