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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤
“I got a brand new Jenga set!” Jisung yelled happily, showcasing his new set to all the others.
“Ooh, let’s have some fun!” Chan exclaimed, gathering all the members and sitting in a circle.
“Wait wait wait! As your resident ler, I say we make this a game.” Lee Know interjected. Everyone leaned in to listen.
“We write a sensitive spot on the Jenga block and a random amount of time. Then whoever pulls the block has to suffer through that.” Minho explained, and everyone nodded hesitantly. “We’ll do three rounds.”
“Wait. What happens if we knock the thing over?” Changbin paused.
Seungmin interjected. “Everyone. At once. Worst spot. Five minutes.”
Everyone gasped at that, some complaining that there was no way they were gonna survive through that.
“Deal.” Minho interrupted.
The members grumbled nervously as they grabbed their markers.
“Two blocks for each person. We’ll leave the rest blank to give everyone a fighting chance.” The dancer reassured, and once everyone understood, he evenly distributed the small wooden tiles.
Even though Jisung was slightly upset with the fact that they had to write on his new Jenga set, he had to admit, he was quite excited about the new version of this game.
‘Especially if it gets me wrecked.’ He thought with a grin.
Minho gathered them all once everyone had written down the information, and he set up the blocks while trying as hard as he could not to look at whatever was written on them, or where they were placed.
“Okay. Let’s start.” Lino could feel his heart pounding in his chest.
As they had previously agreed to go from youngest to oldest for once, Jeongin reached for a tile in the center, pulling it out with a nervous grin and a wince.
Nothing. Innie breathed out a sigh of relief, relaxing as everyone groaned in disappointment.
Seungmin grabbed the tile right next to Innie’s, leaving the whole structure balancing on one tile.
Felix gasped as Seungmin grinned evilly at him. The puppy looked down at the tile, and everyone held their breath in anticipation.
“No!” Minnie gasped, and when Chan took a look at his tile, he burst into loud cackles.
“I was hoping you’d get that one! I wrote it!” Channie clapped, and Seungmin showed the others indignantly.
‘Belly button for two minutes.’
The entire group roared with laughter, Hyunjin clapping ecsatically as Seungmin whined in agony.
“Well, well. Get down.” Chan ordered, and Seungmjn reluctantly laid on his back and stared up at the older in embarrassment.
“You don’t have to do this!” Seungmin whined, and Chan smirked at him.
“Trust me. I want to.” The leader pinned the puppy’s arms above his head and leaned towards his stomach.
“Hyung…please d-OOOONT! WAHAHAHAIT STAHAHAHAHAP!” Seungmin screamed as Chan’s lips met his belly button, blowing as if he’d done it a million times before. He probably had, though.
The older only continued to take deep breaths and blow into the boy’s belly button. Seungmin looked his he was going insane, arching his back and cackling wildly, throwing his head in every direction.
Most of the members cooed lovingly at the poor puppy, though Minho grinned silently.
“HOW MUCH LONGER—AHAHAHAHAHA!” Minnie begged and pleaded, even though he knew the eldest wouldn’t stop.
Even then, he didn’t exactly hate it, either.
“Thirty seconds!” Felix called out, staring at the timer.
“I CAHAHANT I REAHALLY CAHAHAHAHAHANT—!” Seungmin babbled, more loud screams ripping from his throat as Chan nibbled gently at the area.
“He’s wayyy too sensitive.” Changbin giggled, though Seungmin couldn’t even retort, only resorting to loud laughter.
“Okay okay! You’re done. Hyung, let up!” Felix had to practically pry the eldest off of the giggly vocalist, who lay there for a few seconds to catch his breath.
“Two minutes was way too long!” He yelled out, and Chan began to defend himself.
“Let’s just continue!” Jeongin rubbed his hands together, the tower on the verge of falling over.
Felix pulled one out easily, looking at the blank tile before grinning and showing everyone.
Jisung prayed and prayed. ‘please have something written please have something written please—‘
He pulled a tile out, eyes widening when the tower rocked dangerously. Hannie had a sudden urge to knock it over anyway.
He glanced at the tile and his heart soared as he noticed words on it.
Jisung recognized the handwriting immediately and he suppressed a grin.
Everyone waited in suspense as he read the writing.
“Really, Minho hyung!?” Jisung showed him the tile with a smile he couldn’t hide even if he wanted to.
‘Waist for 12345 minutes’
Everyone burst out into loud laughter and applause, Minho flushing a bright pink.
“You want my waist for that long?” Jisung asked, grinning teasingly even though he was incredibly flustered on the inside.
Meanwhile, Minho was happily nodding at the thought of getting his hands on the younger’s oh so sensitive torso.
“How about we keep it to five minutes?” Chan chuckled nervously. “I’d like to keep my kids alive, please.”
Once they had come to an agreement, Jisung had adjusted himself, managing to convince Changbin to hold his arms up so he didn’t accidentally punch Minho across the face through the intense sensations he was gonna feel later.
Lino cracked his knuckles, slipping them up Hannie’s shirt and tapping his waist lightly as Felix set the timer.
“W-Wait! You can’t do it bare!” Han protested, and Lee Know raised one eyebrow.
“And why can’t I? I get to choose how I do ‘it’, thank you very much.” He spoke matter of factly.
Jisujg squeezed his eyes shut, his cheeks flushing a bright pink in embarrassment and a small smile making its way onto his face involuntarily.
Minho grinned before receiving the thumbs up from Felix, prompting him to suddenly switch directions completely.
One hand pressing into the quokka’s ribs to hold him down, Lino used his other hand to absolutely destroy the younger’s sensitive skin with the other.
He scribbled and pinched and squeezed at Hannie’s waist, pulling the loudest of laughter from the trapped ace underneath him.
“AGHH IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES SO MUHUHUHUCH—!” Jisung squealed, boisterous cackles forcing their way one after another out of his throat.
“It’s supposed to…” Lino deadpanned, making sure to keep a neutral expression on his face as he continued to torture Jisung’s waist. He knew how to push the quokka’s buttons.
“HYUHUHUHUHUNG HYUNG SLOHOHOHOW DOHOHOHOWN!” Hannie shrieked, arching his back when the older found a sensitive spot on his side.
“No, I only get five minutes of this!”
“THAHAT’S MOHORE THAHAN ENOUGH!” Jisung screamed, twisting away from the dancer’s fingers as they torturously scribbled and scratched the hypersensitive skin on his waist.
“Not for me!” Minho retorted, not letting up for even a second, keeping the quokka in constant hysterics.
“Two minutes left!” Felix called after a few minutes, and everyone smiled widely at Jisung, whose tears had begun to well up in his eyes.
“NAHAHAHAHA! DOHON-NOOOHOHOHOHO!” Jisung could barely form coherent words.
“OKAHAHAY OKAY OKAY! IHI CAHAHAHAN’T AHAHANYMOHOHOHOREEE!” Jisung begged, squeezing his eyes shut and smiling nice and wide.
“Thirty seconds, please, you can do it!” Lino didn’t want to finish off yet.
“FAHAHAHAHINE!” Hannie spat out, helplessly babbling and emmitting ear piercing, out of breath screams.
Then the timer cut off all their fun.
Minho immediately climbed off of Jisung , and Changbin let go of the giggly boy’s arms.
“ahahah…” Jisung panted, and Minho comfortingly rubbed at his waist to calm him down.
“You did so well, yeah? Hyung’s proud, kay?” Lino mumbled into the younger’s ear, and Jisung whined a little before smiling softly.
“It’s Hyunjin’s turn!” Jeongin called out.
Hyunjin gulped nervously and pulled a tile out. Breathing a dramatic sigh of relief when it was empty, he almost knocked the tower over himself.
Changbin grabbed one himself, then Minho.
Nothing.
Chan pulled a tile out and let out a loud scream of surprise, startling everyone in the room.
‘Thighs for three minutes’
“I can’t! I really can’t…who wrote this?” Chan freaked out, and he freaked out more when Changbin raised his hand.
Not even twenty seconds later, the rapper had Minho and Jeongin each holding one leg apart, and Changbin’s fingers were poised above the area.
What made it even worse was the fact that Chan had decided to wear a pair of shorts, exposing the soft, sensitive skin.
“Oh god…” Chan whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head back, biting his lip in anticipation.
Changbin smiled wickedly at the leader. Felix signalled him to start.
What happened next can only be described as chaos.
Changbin’s fingers attached to the inner part of Chan’s thighs, scribbling torturously up and down the skin.
Chan let out a loud “AGH—!”, sealing his lips as much as possible before desperately throwing his head back again.
Changbin switched tactics and began squeezing the doughy skin, and Chan immediately screamed and broke out into loud, boisterous laughter.
“NO—NOHOHOHOHOHO!” The leader tried desperately to pull his legs together, but the two boys holding them apart kept their grip steady.
“I CAHAHAHAHANT—CHAHAHAHANGBIHIN!” Channie shrieked, biting his lip and twisting his upper body wildly.
“But hyung, you sound so cute!” Changbin started. “Look, there’s your dimple!” He pointed it out.
Chan only screamed more when the rapper’s fingers began pinching up and down the area.
“WHO’D YOU THIHIHK WOHOULD LAST THREEHEHE MINUTES OF THIS?!” Chan wheezed as he tried to speak without laughing.
“Eh. I was intending for this to go to Minho hyung, but either way, you’re just as sensitive here as he is.” Changbin said nonchalantly, not expecting to tease, but Chan’s face turned red anyway.
“YOUHOHOHOURE MEA—HAHAHAHAHA!”
“Oh? I can be very mean when I want to be.” Changbin responded, though slowing down when tears started to run down the older’s cheeks.
“Timer!” Felix yelled, and everyone let go of Chan, who immediately squeezed his legs together and wiped his tears.
“You okay?” Changbin asked, quick to check up on their leader.
“Yeah…yeahah…”
Binnie climbed on top of the older and slumped against his body.
“We finished a round!” Hyunjin realized.
That means, it’s Jeongin’s turn next.
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