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𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙖’𝙨 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙆𝙕:
𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 7 — 𝙠𝙞𝙢 𝙨𝙚𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙢𝙞𝙣
𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 1.4k
𝙖/𝙣: late but defo worth it…i really outdid myself for this one, OUGHHH IM SHAKING MY HEAD LIKE A FERAL DOG I NEED HIM—
𝙩/𝙬: angst to fluff, rough tickling and soft tickles mentioned, seungmin’s an asshole but he means well
𝒍𝒆𝒆: seungmin
𝙡𝙚𝙧: reader
𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee @moony-9
𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s 🐾
he only really lets you tickle him if he feels like he did something to make you upset
seungmin may act all cold and uncaring, but he’s really not 🥺
making him laugh always makes you happy, so he lets you
not that he doesn’t love getting tickled himself, but he’d never admit that.
“Why are you so cold all the time! I’ve been nothing but loving to you, and…and it feels like you don’t love me at all!” You screamed, tears streaming down you face, rivulets of your sadness dripping onto the floor beneath you.
Seungmin knew his expression would be as blank and uncaring as it normally was, but he didn’t know if it was his heart of his sanity breaking completely.
You sobbed and almost falling over, Minnie rushed to catch you, but you shoved him away.
“Don’t act like you care now!”
Seungmin knew he fucked up. Badly.
He could feel tears of shock and remorse welling up in his own eyes, but he couldn’t bring himself to blink them away. Maybe he deserved this.
You grabbed your bag, stuffing your phone into it and slinging it over your shoulder.
“Where are you going?” Seungmin hated how his voice cracked, he felt weak and powerless.
You knew, Seungmin was your best friend, he may have seemed cold in the beginning but he truly did love you.
But what he had said to you was unforgivable.
‘Okay, you’re annoying. Stop calling me, I don’t have the time.’ His voice had sounded so cold, unfamiliar.
‘But, Seungmin.’ You coughed, spots swimming in your vision. ‘I’m really sick, I really need your help, please!’ You gasped.
Call ended. You had broken down sobbing right there and then, how could he say that to you, no emotion at all?
You had to drive to the hospital yourself, scared out of your wits to go alone, and had fainted right in the lobby.
Three hours later, he still wasn’t there, and your condition had improved. But you felt nothing but unrestricted numb, but all the pain in the world.
And now he was here, checking up on you and apologizing rapidly for being an ass, but nothing made you feel better, happier.
“I’m going home. I’m sick, and I need my medicine, if you didn’t know.” You snarled, shoving at him as he tried to hug you, tried to whisper more apologies into your ear. It just made you madder.
“You couldn’t do this when I needed you most.”
Seungmin stood there helplessly, and you only just caught the glint of his tears as you slammed the door shut.
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Sobbing, you only needed one more thing before you broke down completely. Hearing the door unlock, you shot up to slam your door shut, but Seungmin was faster, pushing against the other side and overpowering your weak state.
You stood there, tears streaming down your face, two hands covering it. You could feel his arms wrap around your frame, frail and uncertain.
But once Seungmin asserted that you weren’t shoving him away, his arms pulled you into his chest, head coming to rest on top of yours.
You wrapped your arms around his waist, and he held your face in his hands, leaning down to press a kiss to your wet cheek.
Seungmin sank to the floor in front of you, grasping your foot. “I’m so sorry, so sorry. Please…don’t hate me!” Seungmin looked so broken, guilty.
You couldn’t help but forgive him right away. Staring for a few seconds, you decide to make your move.
“Minnie.” You giggle. “What are you doing?”
He looked dumbfounded. “What?”
“What are you doing on the floor—why are you grabbing my leg like I’m going to run away.” You snickered.
Seungmin paused for a few seconds, clearly thinking.
“I was gonna beg for your forgiveness.” He smiled up with you, grinning at the idea that he made you somewhat happier.
You sank down next to him, hugging him tightly. “Don’t do this ever again. I really needed you.”
Seungmin’s breath hitched. “I was being really crappy. It won’t happen again, darling.” He sniffled.
“But…you owe me.” You glared at him with a pout, and he scrambled to reply. “I’ll give you anything…anything you want!” He held both of your hands in his.
Gosh, he really was the cutest. Your best friend.
“Fine. Let me tickle you.” You smirked, making your fingers into claws.
“W-What?! Anything else, anything? Please!” Seungmin was already flustered, ears red and voice stuttering.
He never lets you tickle him, you only normally manage to get a gasp out of him before he turns the tables completely, and you’re the one who was laughing.
“C’monnn, you said anything~” You tease, and he slumped. “Fine.”
You squeal in excitement, running to grab your tie and your scarf. Seungmin flushed a deep red as you tied his hands high above his head to the headboard, and he squirmed in anticipation as you rested yourself on his thighs.
“You ready for the biggest wrecking of your life?~”
He blushed even more, squeezing his eyes shut before letting out a small whine. “Noho!” He was already giggling. How embarrassing.
“They say that you only truly hear a person’s laugh when they’re being tickled.” You smiled down at him.
“Just get it over with!” Minnie blurted.
“Mmm, fine. Let’s start here.” You wiggled your fingers along his neck, startling when you hear the cutest giggles you had ever heard in your entire life. “Aweee~”
Seungmin was pretty sure his face was the color of tomatoes at that point, giggling crazily as your nails tickled along his collarbone.
“How about…here?” You moved to his armpits, scraping up and down consistently.
“AGH!! P-Please…” He squirmed and tried to seal his lips, just to burst into laughter when you massaged the center of his underarms with your thumbs. “Nahah—HAHAHA!!”
“Your laugh is so cute!!~” You giggle along with him, a wide grin on his face that made you want to tickle him more.
“NONONO!!” He shrieked when your fingers moved to his ribs next. “NO—AAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!” You jolted but smiled right along with him.
“PLEASE—! PLEASE SOMEWHERE EHEHEHELSE!!” Seungmin choked, and you moved further to his waist, digging into the skin before slipping your fingers up his shirt to tickle him more.
Minnie began to thrash wildly, cackles ringing through the room as his cheeks reddened cutely. ”AHHHAH IHIT TIHIHICKLES!!“
You knew exactly how to push his buttons.
“How do you think raspberries would feel?~” You crawl further down with a shit eating smirk, moving his clothing out of the way slightly to expose his bare tummy and his belly button.
Seungmin watched in horror. “W-Wait!! Don’t do raspberries…I might die!!” He pleaded, stomach quivering under your hungry eyes.
“But I want to…” You pout, and he giggled crazily as you trailed your nails along his cute tummy.
“Here goes!” You lowered your head, blowing a torturously ticklish raspberry onto his skin. You’d never done it before, but it must have worked, considering Seungmin’s pleading was drowned out by his hysterical laughter, the cutest smile on his face as he laughed himself silly.
“YAAAHAHAHAHAHA!! PLEHEHEASE IHITS SOHO BAHAHAHAD!!” Seungmin shrieked, arching his back and slamming it back down when you blew another into his v-line.
”MAHAHAHAKE IHIT STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” He begged, twisting away from the tickly sensation.
Minnie was practically going insane already, and you decided to finish off with one more so he didn’t actually die.
You decided to go all out for this one, pressing your lips to his cute belly button and blowing as hard as you possibly could.
Seungmin let out a raw scream before descending into the loudest laughter you had ever heard from him.
“PLEASE—PLEHEHEHEASE OHOHO MY GAHAHAHAHAD!! STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” He howled, thrashing his head around crazily in his bound arms.
You let up after that one raspberry to his belly button, kissing it gently to calm him down as tears dropped into his collar. “Thahat was so brutal!!” He whined, and you fixed his shirt before climbing onto his heaving chest to untie him.
Seungmin squeezed out the last few tears and giggles before slumping immediately the second you fully untied him.
“You did so well for me…love you so much.” You pressed kisses to his wet cheek to rid the tears, pulling him into your arms.
You didn’t expect him to reply, but he did. “I love you more.”
You smile happily. “But seriously, you’re one of the most ticklish people I’ve ever seen.”
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Hi! I’m madly in love with ur writing and ur skz tickle fiction. They light up my days.
Could u do, only if u want, a fic series with ler! Reader and Lee! Every member ( or also a fic like headcanon like the Binnie one u’ve just Made). Take ur time and stay safe. Thank u so much for make my days better.
𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙖’𝙨 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙆𝙕: MASTERLIST
𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨:
Chapter 1 — Bang Chan
Chapter 2 — Lee Know
Chapter 3 — Seo Changbin
Chapter 4 — Hwang Hyunjin
Chapter 5 — Han Jisung
Chapter 6 — Lee Felix
Chapter 7 — Kim Seungmin
Chapter 8 — Yang Jeongin
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𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙖’𝙨 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙆𝙕:
𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 — 𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙟𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣
𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 513
𝙖/𝙣: WEEE I WROTE THIS IN 15 MINUTES DO NOT JUDGE THE CRAPPINESS
𝙩/𝙬: soft to rough tickles, jeongin is cutieee
𝒍𝒆𝒆: jeongin
𝙡𝙚𝙧: reader
𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee @moony-9
𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s 🐾
he likes to pretend he’s not ticklish for the most part
but you’re his best friend
and with. how sensitive he is, it was only a matter of time before you found out anyway
it was his neck.
Watching a movie only became that much more interesting when you noticed Jeongin squirming aggressively.
“What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” You asked calmly, not wanting to harm him in any way possible.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Innie squeaked, letting out a tiny giggle when you leaned in to check for injuries. “Your breath is tickling me!”
You paused. “You told me you weren’t ticklish!” How could he hide such an important aspect of our friendship for such a long time?
“Just a little!” He suddenly squealed you I pressed a kiss to his ear. Oh, so that’s how we’re playing.
“Mmm, now I have to tickle you just to see if you’re lying,” You laugh. “I sure hope you’re not.”
You had to wrestle with him for a few minutes before managing to get him fully comfortable underneath you…either way he didn’t really stop you? This was confusing.
“Awe~ does the little baby want to get tickled?” You teased. It was more of a way to fluster him than anything, but the cute figure he let out only had your heart fluttering further.
Your fingers evaded his arms covering his torso to dig gently into his sides; You realized that he probably couldn’t handle rough tickling often.
Meanwhile, you pressed the softest of kisses across the expanse of his neck. Considering your head was under his chin, he couldn’t scrunch his shoulders and stop you.
“Hahaha!! IHIT TIHIHICKLES!!” He squealed, high pitched laughter ringing through the room.
“Yeah, no shit. I’m tickling you.” You deadpanned, slipping your fingers up his shirt and skittering them across his waist.
Innie twisted crazily, shoving at your arms and giggling like a maniac. “Ehhehe!! Stohohop!!”
“Om nom nom~” You bit his ear playfully, nibbling the area of his neck where he was most sensitive.
Jeongin was practically a melted pile of laughter at this point, loud screams of ticklish agony sneaking through his uncontrollable cackles.
“AGGH YOU CAHAHANT!! DOHOHONT NOT THERE AHHHAHAAHA—!!” He could barely get any words out, tears streaming down his rosy cheeks.
“You can handle a bit more, can’t you?” You pout into his neck, and Jeongin screeched when your fingers slipped happily into his armpits.
“AHHHHAHAHAHA STOAHAHAHAP!!” He shrieked, and you got your head out of his neck before you got smashed by his jaw.
Now both of you were squirming around the bed, Jeongin laughing desperately while you laugh at his incredibly red, teary cheeks.
“PLEHEHEASE MAHAHAKE IHIT STOHAHAHAHAP!!” He screamed, thrashing around in ticklish agony and grinning as wide as he possibly could.
Jeonginnie thrashed enough to practically dismantle the bedsheets, practically on his stomach to escape.
“Okay, okay. You’re done. Jeez, you’re sensitive. It was like riding a wild bull.” You scoffed.
“Just cause I’m the maknae doesn’t mean I can’t get you back!” Jeongin snarked. “Watch your tongue…”
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𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙚 — 𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣:
𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 1.1k
𝙖/𝙣: last fic before hiatus! will miss you guys!
𝙩/𝙬: EEE JUST CUTE AGRESSION
𝒍𝒆𝒆: chan and minho
𝙡𝙚𝙧: minho and chan
𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee
𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤
note: please listen to We Go Down Together by Khalid and Dove Cameron while reading this...it hits harder lol [its also a really nice song]
Was Chan being bold and very brave? Yes. Did he hope that Minho would get mad? Yes. Did it work? Very much yes.
The leader could tell why Minho enjoyed wearing the hoodie so much. It was very comfortable and oversized, even for him.
But for one, Minho always wore it when he was in a lee mood. Usually, this was an expression that translated to ‘yes, you can wreck me now’ in Chan’s eyes, and Min was always his go-to if he had a ler mood.
But now, it was quite a different situation. Chan’s lee mood had suddenly crept up on him and caught him off-guard, now he was in the mood to be wrecked in every spot until he went insane.
And guess who was the best at that? Lee fricking Minho.
So Chan waited for Min to return from dance practice, taking a small nap and relishing in the warmth of the dancer’s hoodie.
He hoped Minho would actually be okay with him wearing it; Chan would never want to do something to make the younger uncomfy.
Soon enough, Minho did return, walking into his room and smiling softly at the sight of the leader squished up so happily, asleep.
‘Awh, look. The old man’s finally sleepi—wait. Is that my hoodie?’ Minho squinted, leaning closer and smiling wide when he realized it was.
After a quick shower, he climbed into bed with Channie, grinning before suddenly slipping his warm hands up the hoodie and lightly tickling the older’s sides.
Chan immediately startled and began to squirm away, the most adorable giggle making its way from his throat.
“M—Mihin?” Chan asked, and Minho smiled at him. “Yeah?”
“I’m wearing your hoodie.” Chan informed him.
“I know. I think you look so cute in my clothes, hyung, I should let you wear them more often.” Minho cooed playfully, missing the big picture of what Chan was trying to imply.
“I’m wearing the hoodie.” Channie squeaked again, burying his face in his hands and blushing.
Then it dawned on Minho. ‘Ohhhh.’
A wide, evil smirk made its way onto Minho’s face.
“Oh? Did you wanna get…wrecked by me?” Minho asked, fingers wiggling in front of Chan’s face; The leader was nodding.
“Who am I to deny my love what he wants?” Minho snuck his hands under the older’s clothing again to tickle at his sides, and Chan kicked out a little through his giggles.
“Mihihinho dohohon’t tehehease me plehehease!” Channie pleaded, though his begging fell on deaf ears as Minho’s fingers scratched around his belly next.
”Fine, fine.“ Suddenly, Lino was changing positions, the older’s left arm pinned above his head as Minho straddled his waist.
Confused, Chan asked Minho. “Why are you sitting there? Aren’t you gonna get me there?”
Minho replied quickly. “Slow your horses, I’m just starting here.” His hands dart to the leader’s outstretched underarm.
Chan let out an embarrassingly loud scream, crumbling under the dancer’s tickly fingers immediately as he submitted to the torture he would be forced to endure.
Minho wrapped his legs tightly around the other’s waist, knowing how much he liked to squirm around.
He continued to pull the cutest laughter from a very happy Channie.
“…How about I try your little signature hoodie move, hm?” Minho teased, and Chan’s widened just as the cat lover’s head ducked below the edge of the hoodie.
"N-No! That's my idea! It'll only work on you, not me!" Chan tried to protest, and Minho's eyebrows raised in disbelief.
"So, what. You're suddenly not ticklish anymore?" "Yes!"
"...You do realize how dumb that sounds, right?" Minho deadpanned, ducking beneath the leader's hoodie to place a sweet kiss on the older's tummy.
“WAIT MIHIN DOHOHOHOHOHONT! IHI CAHAHANT TAHAHAKE IHIHIT!!” Chan went absolutely ballistic as Minho began to blow raspberries and nibble at the sensitive skin of his belly and waist, his sides not being left out of the arrangement.
Chan only then understood how much the sensation elated him, the highest pitched laughter echoing through the room as he was tickled without mercy.
"PLEHEHEASE OHOHO MYHY GAHAHAHAHAD!!!"
Howled laughter was the only thing he could even get out. Chan felt satisfied and content; He had gotten what he wanted.
When Minho began to nibble torturously over his v-line, Channie absolutely lost it, begging while feeling high at the intense tingly sensations spreading through his body.
"OKAHAHAY IHIHIM GOHONNA DIHIHIHIE!!"
Soon enough, Minho emerged from the hoodie, patting at Chan’s belly and climbing onto him, laying his head on the older’s chest.
“Seriously, though. I have to dress you in my clothes. You’re making me have cute aggression.” Minho cooed, squeezing the leader's cheeks.
Chan wrapped his arms around the younger and flipped both of them over, immediately knuckling at the kitten's ribs and making him scream out in laughter.
"Guess who's also ticklish?" Chan teased, knuckling ticklishly over the boy's upper ribs.
"THIHIS IHIS UHUHUNFAHAHAIR!!! YOU CANT DO THIS TOHO MEHEEHEHE!!" Minho screeched, twisting and cackling.
"Oh, silly me? News flash, I'm your hyung. I can do what I want." Channie teased, and Minho's face flushed a deep red.
"PLEASE HYUNG NAHAAHAHAHA!"
"Hmmm...I wonder if my baby has a laughing button somewhere?~"
"NOHOHOHO NOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!!" Minho pleaded, Chan's fingers moving lower and slowing his movements to both give the younger a break and to torture him with his light strokes.
"H—Hyung...plehehease just do ihihit ahahanything buhut thihis!!" Lino giggled his heart out, just as Chan managed to stick one finger into his belly button.
Minho went ballistic, his high-pitched cackles were back in full force, and Chan relished in how easy it was to reduce the normally bratty kitten into a hysterical, begging mess in seconds.
"GEHEHEHET AHAHAHAHOUT!! IHIHI REHEHEALLY CAHANT—AARGH!" Minho gasped. He almost forgot how much it tickled to have fingers in your belly button.
"Continue giggling for me, and I think I'll just tickle you forever. Your laugh is so sweet~"
At that, Minho started to tear up a little. Both because of the tickles and because of the sudden surge of overwhelming fondness overcoming his senses.
"Crying already? But I wanna keep going!" Chan exclaimed in surprise, though his finger did go from torturously scratching Minho's belly button to tracing around the outer edge.
Minho laid there for a few seconds before sitting up and wrapping his arms around the leader, burying his head into the older's shoulder.
"Oh...Min."
Chan's fingers continued to trace at the younger's sides as he laid them both down, cuddles imminent.
Moods satisfied, the two went to sleep comfortably in each others arms, safe and snug, though Minho did giggle for a lot of the night due to some fingers interfering in his sleep.
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https://www.tumblr.com/wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday/747357902298284032/just-justin-han-randomly-posting-a-tickle-video?source=share
Omggg I can just imagine Chan holding Seungmin like this and tickling the cutest giggles outta him😚🤗
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𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 183
𝙖/𝙣: wahhhh he's so cute :c this is based off of the video of justin han tickling his cousin awh 🥺
𝙩/𝙬: raspberries
𝒍𝒆𝒆: seungmin
𝙡𝙚𝙧: chan
𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @r00ni1 @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee @moony-9
𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐬…🖤
“nooohohoho plehehease let me go!!” seungmin laughed desperately; no doubt the older got him pinned.
chan laid with him on the bed, legs wrapped around his and trapping them, while his wrists were high above his head with the leader holding them there.
“did you see that video of justin han tickling his cousin? doesn’t this look a little familiar?~” channie cooed. “the giggles were so cute, but i bet i can get cuter giggles from you.”
“dohohont sahahay thahat!!” minnie cackled, trying his hardest to free his body from it’s stretched out position while furiously blushing a deep red. “ihihim nohot a child!!”
“awh…but you’re my baby, and do you know what babies get?!” chan teased enthusiastically. “raspberries.”
seungmin squealed in fear, feebly curling up a little bit just to get stretched out again as chan took his place on his thighs.
“you ready, baby?” chan giggled before leaning down to blow the longest, most torturous raspberry he could into the puppy’s belly button.
“NAHAHAHAHA!! GEHET OHOHOHOHOFFF!!” seungmin howled, unable to seperate the older’s lips from his sensitive belly.
“no, baby! i’m still hungry…”
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𝙟𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖 — 𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙚:
𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 1.7k
𝙖/𝙣: HIHIHI im posting during hiatus wow
𝙩/𝙬: flustering RAHHH
𝒍𝒆𝒆: jisung, chan, seungmin
𝙡𝙚𝙧: skz
𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee @moony-9
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.
#kpop tickle#midzywannabeitzy#stray kids#skz tickle#skz#lee han#lee seungmin#lee jisung#lee chan#ler skz#sana's jenga mini series
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𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙖’𝙨 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙆𝙕:
𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚 — 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣:
𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 514
𝙖/𝙣: i really hope this is good…
𝙩/𝙬: rough tickles
𝒍𝒆𝒆: chan
𝙡𝙚𝙧: reader
𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee @moony-9
𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤
honestly wreck him until he dies
a lot of the time chan believes he’s the tough leader
drive those thoughts away with tickle time!
wreck his sides they’re wayyy too sensitive to leave alone
rough tickles for this leader!
“Channie~” Your voice wafted through the air, a sultry sweet lilt accompanying it.
Chan gulped and burrowed deeper into the blankets, clasping his hands over his eyes.
Despite being the leader, and in his case, one of the stronger members of the group, the second you manage to get your hands on him, he’s weak to your touch like putty.
You enter the room he’s in; there’s no way he was getting out of this one.
It had started with him just trying to play a prank on you. It was April Fool’s Day after all, and he played pranks on all the members every year.
Now that his little prank had managed to fail, you were now practically hunting him down in the house, ready to give him the wrecking of a lifetime.
“Found ya.” He felt your weight on his back and hands were suddenly squeezing his sides through the blanket.
Chan squealed and threw his arms back to try and catch your hands, letting out small giggles.
Thankfully, the blanket shielded his body from your hands, allowing him to try and fight back.
“Don’t try to fight it.” You demanded, managing to throw the blanket off of him and squeezing at his sides harshly.
Chan screamed as your fingers massaged deep into the muscle of his sensitive sides, cackles shooting from his lips and his head flying back into the pillow.
“NOHOHOHO!! PLEHEHEHEASE IHIM SOHOHOHORRY!!” He laughed, his cute dimples showing and making you smile.
“I know, and I’m not stopping.” You retort, struggling to pin his arms down and resorting to digging into his thighs instead.
Channie shrieked and laughed cutely, twisting around involuntarily and trying to shove you off.
“DOHOHOHON’T!!” He yelped when you massaged playfully at his underarms, and the leader clamped his arms to the side and squeezed his eyes shut.
“What a strong leader! Turns out he can’t even handle the tickles.” You tease lowly, and he screamed flusteredly. “IHI CAHAN HANANDLE IHIT!!”
You gasp. “What a little liar.” You leaned down and pressed your lips to his side, blowing out as loud and hard as you can.
“AGGHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! STOHOHOHOHOP!!”
“Do you still think you can handle it?~” More raspberries follow.
“YEHEHEHEHES!!”
Clearly, you needed to go rougher. Your fingers pressed cruelly into his ribs, squeezing the area wildly and watching him howl and thrash hard enough to shake the whole bed.
Tears of mirth slipped down his face, and his laughter went silent for a few seconds before coming back louder and wilder.
“I CAHAHAHAHAHAHANT HAHANDLE IHIHIHIT!!” He finally urged, and you let go of him, rolling off of him after slapping his butt twice.
He panted and began to run after you, making you shriek as he managed to catch you around the waist.
Maybe a tickle fight on Sunday wouldn’t be a bad thing.
released in honor of one year knowing @jeonginsdiary, the first tk creator ive ever talked to 🥺💗
#kpop tickle#midzywannabeitzy#stray kids#skz tickle#skz#sana’s guide to wrecking skz#lee!chan#ler!reader
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𝙟𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖 — 𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙬𝙤:
𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 1k
𝙖/𝙣: the most ticklish babies <333 i know i posted this late IM SORRY
𝙩/𝙬: raspberries
𝒍𝒆𝒆: jeongin, hyunjin, felix
𝙡𝙚𝙧: skz
𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee @moony-9
𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤
Jeongin prayed for a few seconds, clearly nervous about the possibility that he may get a tile with writing on it.
He reached for a tile before pulling it out, breathing a sigh of relief when the tower didn’t fall.
That relief didn’t last long. “Oh, no!” Jeongin noticed black marks on his tile.
With a nervous glance at it, Jeongin almost burst into tears.
‘Sides for 2 minutes.’
“NO!” Jeongin screamed. His sides were too sensitive for him to handle. Everywhere was too sensitive to handle, really.
“Yes!” Felix cheered, pushing the maknae to the floor and straddling his thighs.
Jeongin just let it happen. He knew better than to run away. They would wreck him harder for even trying.
“Here, Ji. Start the timer.” Felix handed his phone to Jisung, who grinned evilly at the maknae before calling out to start.
“Start!” Jisung called. Jeongin screwed up his face just as Felix’s tickly fingers met his sides.
“Mhhmmhmhmhm!!” Jeongin snickered, keeping his lips sealed together no matter what.
“Mhm—NAHAHAHAHAHA!!” He screamed at Felix switched to blowing raspberries onto his sides, and he twisted away from the sensation just to get held down by practically everyone else.
”HYUNG! HYUHUHUHUHUHAHAHAH!“ Innie let out all of his laughter involuntarily, throwing his head back and thrashing around.
“One minute! Finish up, Lix!” Jisung called, and Felix blew as hard as he possibly could, driving the maknae under him absolutely ballistic.
“PLEASE! PLEHEHAHAHAHAHAHA—!!” Jeongin’s laughter went fully silent, and he trembled in place and kicked out, shoes squeaking on the floor.
“Time’s up!” Jisung called, and Felix wiped down the area he blew and rubbed away all the tingles.
“thahat wahas soho bahahahad!” Innie giggled away, panting on the floor as the others gave him a minute to catch his breath.
Frightened, Seungmin pulled another tile out, shrieking when the tower almost swayed and fell over, just to laugh in relief as he held a blank tile up in triumph.
Felix knew he had luck on his side. He pulled a tile up and sighed when he saw no writing on it.
“Wait! There’s something on the other side!” Chan called out, and Felix’s heart practically stopped as he turned the tile over slowly, horror on his face as he read the writing.
‘Feet for 2 minutes.’
“Noooohoho!” Felix sobbed, laying down as Jeongin grinned evilly. He had gotten his revenge sooner than he expected.
Innie managed to convince a few members to hold down Lixie’s ankles; He knew how much the older liked to squirm around.
The maknae curled his fingers teasingly around Felix’s socked foot, massaging the area gently to calm him down.
Before long, Jeongin got bored, so he scribbled once up Felix’s feet and went right back to massaging, relishing in the loud giggle and strained whimper Lixie let out.,
“One minute!” Hannie called.
Fingers were raking up and down Felix’s arch, longish nails digging into the sensitive skin.
Much to Innie’s delight, Lixie fell apart immediately, emitting a high pitched squeal Jeongin was sure he had never heard before.
“OHOHO MYHY GAHAHAHAD!!” Felix cackled, twisting away and finding nowhere to go.
“Hold on, hyung!” Jeongin giggled, sticking his fingers underneath the brownie boy’s toes.
Felix screamed, sitting up and pounding Jeongin’s back, shaking the maknae’s shoulders weakly as his laughter went practically silent.
“PLEHEHEASE IHI CAHAHAHAHAN’T!!”
The timer rang faintly in the background, and Jeongin let up so as he doesn’t murder the boy beneath him.
“you suhuck.” Felix slapped Innie’s arm, causing the maknae to grunt.
Jisung grinned and pulled a tile out, just to let out an audible groan when the tile ended up blank.
Everyone cooed at him as he pouted sadly.
Hyunjin accepted his fate as he reached for the one loose tile, and seeing Seungmin’s wide smile, he knew there was writing on it.
He took it anyway. Seungmin cheered as Hyunjin gasped at the writing, the entire room in suspense.
‘Neck and ears for three minutes.’
“Oh. That’s not so bad.” Hyunjin commented, and Seungmin glared at him. “I’ll make it bad for you.” To which Hyunjin screamed for mercy.
“ohoho ihits soho muhuch wohorse than i thohought!” Hyune whined pitifully as Seungmin blew air into his ears, pushing the older down by the chest and pressing tiny kisses to his neck.
“Good.” Minnie mumbled into his neck, prompting a ticklish shriek out of the older.
A small raspberry along with tiny nibbles threw Hyunjin into hysterics suddenly, Seungmin grinning as the dancer screamed in ticklish agony.
“AHAH SEHEUNGMINNN!!” Hyune shrieked before silently cackling; Seungmin had found a sensitive spot on his ear.
“One minute!” Felix called.
Hyunjin thrashed in place, unable to beg through his silence and scrambling to grab Seungmin’s wrists off of him.
“AAAAHHH OKAY I CAHAHAHAHANT!!” He screamed finally, tears slipping down his face, and Seungmin let up, knowing he seriously couldn’t handle any more even though the timer wasn’t done.
“Thaha—thahank youhuuu…” Hyunjin gasped, and Seungmin said nothing, curling up next to the flour boy.
Changbin’s heart sped up as he reached for one of the tiles. He calculated in his head and managed to actually pull one out from the center, leaving the whole tower balancing on one tile.
Minho screamed in betrayal, knowing he had close to no chance of pulling a tile without knocking it over. He managed to do it anyway, though his heart stopped in the middle as the tower balanced dangerously on the single tile.
Chan took a few deep breaths before pulling one out himself. No writing, no falling tower.
The second round was over.
i love how jenga has the magic it make sure nobody picks a tile more than once and that everyone gets picked before the tower falls—
THATS THE POWER OF MY WRITING BAM 💥
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𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉~ | drabble
𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 459
𝙖/𝙣: for mah baby @inkedloveandlostpromises
𝙩/𝙬: raspberries, v-line tickles
𝒍𝒆𝒆: chan
𝙡𝙚𝙧: minho
𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeongins-diary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkedloveandlostpromises @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry
𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐬…🖤
“wh-why…thahat was soho rohough…” minho gasped, still exhausted from his previous wrecking session.
chan grinned wide and sat up, chuckling quietly as lino wiped at his tears.
the consistent raspberries to his lower tummy had the younger feeling like he was going to ascend.
it was so unfair. how did chan always get to wreck him there?
the older extended his arm to pull the cat lover up, and when minho accepted and pulled himself up, he accidentally grazed his arm along a sliver of skin exposed on chan’s lower tummy.
channie let out a loud squawk of surprise before collapsing onto the bed.
minho stared in shock for a few seconds, silence filling the room as chan’s eyes widened in fear.
it took a moment for lino to catch on, but when he did, his smirk grew wider.
“oh hyuung?~” he started, climbing onto the leader’s thighs to prevent any attempt to escape. “are you perhaps, ticklish here?” minho swirled a finger around the area, watching chan squirm and bite his lip.
“n-no! i’m not…you can let me go n-OW!” chan shrieked when minho adjusted his clothes to expose the spot, poking once at the area and watching the older’s stomach quiver away from his touch.
“really, then? i’ll try anyway.” the cat lover shrugged, pinning channie’s arms to his chest.
“i’m gonna blow a raspberry. be good and don’t laugh, or i’ll just keep going.” minho raised a singular eyebrow when chan started to beg.
“that is so unfair! minho please please please let me up!” he bucked up desperately.
“what? it shouldn’t be that hard, you said you weren’t ticklish there!” lino reasoned.
“no! stop, get AWAY! MINHO DON’T YOU DARE!-” channie screamed when the dancer’s head got closer to his poor v-line.
“m-minho! ARGH DOOON’T!” chan squealed when the younger’s lips attached to his v-line, blowing air out onto the sensitive skin.
he arched his back and tried his hardest to seal his lips, only pushing his stomach further into minho’s lips. but hey, what else could he do?
tiny huffs of air escaped chan’s lips as minho blew the longest and most consistent raspberries he could.
when lino pressed his lips onto the area beneath his belly button, chan broke immediately.
“MIHIHINO! STAHAHAP DOHOHOHON’T!” channie begged, twisting as lino continued to blow agonizingly ticklish raspberries onto his lower tummy.
minho let up for a few seconds to respond. “you never let up when i begged!” he lowered his head again and buried his head into the leader’s side, brushing against the sensitive area with his fluffy hair.
chan lost it. “OHOHO MY GOHOHOD! OKAHAHAY OKAY IHIHIM GOHOHONNA DIE! STOOOOP!” he screeched, twisting in the boy’s hold.
“i think we both know you’re not done…”
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Im begging pls doo another part for longing 😭🙏🏻 i just love that series.
𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 — 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 5:
𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 2k
𝙖/𝙣: omggg this was roughhh 😵💫
𝙩/𝙬: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! THIS IS SO ROUGH OMG PLS DONT IGNORE THIS
𝒍𝒆𝒆: jisung
𝙡𝙚𝙧: machine
𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee
𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤
“Really!? Hyung, thank you so much!” Jisung squealed as he unwrapped his presents, a warm sweater in his hands.
Chan grinned sheepishly. “Anything for you, Hannie.”
Minho nervously fidgeted with his fingers. He was quite certain Jisung would love his gift the most, but there was still a chance the boy would be weirded out and would probably never talk to him again.
Lino insisted on giving his gift last, knowing that Jisung would probably get distracted if he showed his gift before anyone else’s.
When it came to his turn, everyone’s heard turned expectatingly, and Jisung gave him a heartwarmingly sweet smile.
Minho took a deep breath before standing up, leading Hannie to a new room constructed connecting to his room.
“Wait. I thought they were upgrading the kitchen in there or something.” Jisung commented, and Minho shook his head.
“No…I paid for the construction to fit…this.” He gestured to a huge machine placed in the center of the room.
“What’s this?” Jisung asked, walking around it while squinting or try and determine its purpose.
“None of the staff or anybody knows about this, by the way. I took adequate precautions to assure that doesn’t happen. But it’s a…tickle machine.”
Hannie immediately shot his head up. “What?!”
“Well, it’s a soundproofed room for a reason.” Minho grinned.
“Wait wait. A tickle machine? What—how—” Hannie was confused, to say the least. Minho shut the door and locked it, but he wasn’t nervous.
“Sit here.” Lino guided his legs onto foot rests and hoisted him onto the table like structure of the machine. “Lay down.”
Nervous giggles built up in Jisung’s throat as he laid back into the mattress of the table, and he squeezed his eyes shut as Minho guided his arms to straps above his head.
Once his arms and legs were strapped down completely, Minho switched it on.
A voice immediately began to speak. “Scanning.” It scanned over the quokka’s body and asked a few questions.
“Age? Height? Weight?”
Minho answered all the questions and set up a safeword for Hannie, which the machine had him repeat 10 times to assure he knew the word.
“Okay. What do you want it to do first?” Minho asked, and Hannie’s face flushed at the question.
“Waist?” Jisung asked. It was a classic warmup for him. So perfectly torturous but somewhat tolerable at the same time.
“Okay!” Minho imputed a few settings on the hand sized display.
One of the screens ahove Jisung’s body turned on, a large one minute timer set up.
When it started to count down, hands were mechanically raised from the sides of the table, tapping twice against the area of Hannie’s waist before it began to vibrate in place.
The fingers teasingly wiggled towards his sides, and Jisung’s body twitched in anticipation, his eyes squeezing shut.
The second they reached the sides of his waist, Jisung began to cackle, the feeling of the vibrating rubber tickling oh so much into his skin.
“OHOHO GOHOHOD IHIT TIHICKLES MOHORE THAN I THOUGHT IHIT WOULD!!” Jisung began to shriek as the fingers lifted the edge of his shirt up, slipping underneath and tickling him mercilessly.
“NOHOHOHOHO!! IHIHITS REHEHEALLY BAHAHAD!!”
“Try using the safe word.” Minho wanted to test the machine.
He was pretty skeptical about trusting a machine with his lee tied up, so he wanted to make sure it would stop.
“PEAHA—PEACHES!!” Jisung yelled, and the fingers quickly slipped out of his shirt and off of him.
Minho breathed a sigh of relief. “Either way, the kill button’s there.” He pointed at the red button near Jisung’s hip.
Jisung grinned as Minho unstrapped him from the machine, and he sat up and hugged the older warmly. “Best gift ever.” He mumbled, and Minho hugged him back with a smile; He knew what Hannie would like after all.
Jisung groaned into his pillow, he really missed Minho and was honestly craving the older’s touch.
Sure, he had gotten wrecked by Chan and Seungmin earlier, but nobody knew him as well as Minho did.
Then Jisung had an idea. What about that machine?
His lee mood killing him, Hannie headed into the room, shutting the door and locking it.
He walked over to the display, and then saw something.
Minho had saved a plan. Jisung quickly looked through it; It looked like a work in progress, but he didn’t seem to find anything wrong.
He set the timer for five consecutive minutes, and then climbed onto the machine and slipped his hands through the straps.
Once they had tightened and the machine tested him on his safeword, Jisung watched as not one, not two, but three pairs of hands emerged from the sides of the table.
His eyes widened as suddenly, two hands slipped under his shirt, while one pair rested over his armpits, and the last one aimed for his sides.
‘Wait. This wasn’t a part of the plan.’ Jisung thought, but he let it happen anyway. He trusted Minho and knew he would never hurt him on purpose.
Suddenly, all the hands changed direction and began running up and down his sides, leaning Hannie howling with laughter and twisting on the table as the vibrating fingers tickled his bare sides senseless.
The rest of the hands travelled back to their respective spots and began to dig in.
One hand suddenly spread oil over the boy’s sides, leaving him whimpering as the other hand spread it around his skin before tickling him again.
“AGHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Jisung twisted on the table, finding himself immobile and unable to escape as the hands tickled his sides, armpits, and belly until he squealed in ticklish agony.
They gave the same oil treatment to his underarms before scribbling over them with longish nails that certainly weren’t there before.
Either way, they certainly pulled the loudest of laughter from the trapped boy beneath it. “NOOOHOHOHOHOHO!!”
Hannie couldn’t remember if the oil was in Minho’s plan. He didn’t count on it. The older hated the feeling of the slippery oil and would never use it willingly unless Hannie had asked for it. He was sweet like that.
The oil was beginning to melt slightly, only slicking up Hannie’s body more as more hands emerged and joined in at his thighs.
That was what got him. “AHAHA!! NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!! IHI CAHANT TAHAKE IHIT THEHERE!!” He pleaded, but the machine was ruthless in its torture, cold and unforgiving.
Jisung regretted wearing shorts the second they were pushed up a little and his thighs had oil spread on them. ‘This machine really enjoys killing me, doesn’t it?’
Before he could get another thought out, more vibrating fingers prodded the area, and Jisung fell apart into more laughter.
“IHI NEEHEHEED A BREAK!! PEHEHEA—PEHEHEACHES!! PLEHEASE STOHOHOHOP!!” He screamed as the four pairs of hands ruthlessly tickled their respective spots until his brain turned to mush.
But he wasn’t even able to get his safeword out correctly, laughter always interrupting him.
Hannie began to thrash and scream as more hands emerged, spreading the dreaded oil on his now bare feet before using a rubber spiky glove to scrape up and down his trapped soles.
“AAAAGHAHAHAHA!! NONONO FUHUHUHUHUCK STOHOHOHOP!! STOHOHOP PLEHEASE!! PEHEHEACHESSS OHOHO MYHY GAHAHAD!!” Hannie was pretty sure he sounded insane, screaming his head off as it became too much, quickly overwhelming him.
Jisung tried to free his hands, actually managing to free them from the straps binding them and shooting his hand to the kill button near his hip.
Two hands left his armpits to grab harshly at his wrists and yank them above Hannie’s head again.
“NOHOHOHOHO LEHEHET MEHE GO PLEHEHEHEASE!!”
Jisung realized with horror that he couldn’t escape no matter what.
The timer was counting down. 3…2…1…
-1…?
His eyes widened as he realized…wait. It was a trap. The machine had trapped him.
He thrashed with a harsh scream when the fingers returned to his underarms again, and he glanced upwards to notice another pair of hands.
“NO-NO PLEASE NOT ANOTH-NAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Hannie cried out, tears of joy and frustration rolling down his face, but he couldn’t help the wide smile of joy that didn’t allow him to cry.
“PLEHEHEHEASE LEHET ME GOHOHOHOHOOOO!!” Jisung sobbed desperately as the tickles in every direction made his head spin.
Funny how ironic that was, considering Minho would usually cheer him up this way.
“Hannie! I’m home!” Minho cheered, happiness overwhelming him at the prospect of being able to see his baby after such a long time.
He walked to his room, but wasn’t able to find him, the only thing greeting him was an eerie silence.
Nervous, Minho travelled around the house and even checked the other dorms, to find that Hannie was nowhere to be found.
Until he noticed the room he had installed for him. Minho rolled his eyes as he thought of Jisung having such an unbearable lee mood that he had to go to the machine to relieve it.
He tried to open the door, just to find it locked. That’s fine, he had a key.
The second he opened the door, sounds of strained giggles wafted through the air, along with…sobbing? Minho slammed the door open and almost had the biggest whiplash of his life.
The timer displayed numbers going into the negatives, -2:34:07.
Multiple pairs of hands were holding Hannie’s whole body down, and Minho watched in horror as the younger twitched away from the hands that wouldn’t stop tickling him no matter how much Min could hear his broken pleas.
He has basically became desensitized to the intense tickling, but he still cried and even squealed when a hand hit a sensitive spot.
Minho ran to the kill switch, yelping when another hand tried to grab his, and another tickled at his side suddenly, startling the hell of the older.
“Wahait!! Whahat—AHAHAH!!” Minho suddenly screamed as a singular vibrating finger slipped into his v-line area on accident.
The hands tried their hardest to grab Minho and stop him from reaching the kill button.
But he managed to hit it, shutting the whole thing down. The hands released Jisung and Minho’s wrists, and Hannie sobbed tears of relief as the timer display turned off.
“H—Help me…” Jisung whimpered, twitching in place and curling up on himself.
Lino scooped the boy up in his arms, taking note of the slippery substance the boy was covered in, presumably oil?
Hannie twitched in his arms, exhausted and still sobbing, and all Minho could think about was how stupid he was that he left Jisung alone with the thing without helping him, and he didn’t anticipate the machine going rogue.
‘I mean, it’s AI. What was I thinking?’
He set up a warm bath for Hannie as he laid on Minho’s bed, tired and exhausted.
Minho picked him up, startling a loud scream from his throat, almost making the older drop him. “Shit, I’m sorry. Hannie, it’s me. It’s Minho hyung, yeah?”
Jisung finally gained the courage to open his eyes, and he visibly softened at the sight of him.
“Hyung, weren’t you supposed to come tomorrow?” Jisung’s voice was exhausted from he constant screaming he had been doing.
“You’re lucky I decided to come early. My poor baby, three hours?” Minho asked.
“I—I only put it for five minutes, I swear. I set it on one of the random plans you made, because I didn’t really know how to use the thing and I trusted you to be safe and—” Jisung began to cry again. “Hyung, I was so scared…w-when it didn’t let go…”
Minho cooed and wrapped his arms around the boy, rubbing his back gently and promising him he wouldn’t do anything like that again.
“I-It wasn’t like you at all.” Jisung sobbed. “You know w-what’s good for me.”
Minho sniffled a little, dropping his head so Jisung wouldn’t see. “Fuck, I’m so sorry, Jisungie. It was all hyung’s fault, yeah? You didn’t do anything.” He suddenly began to feel really guilty.
The two hugged warmly, Jisung still trembling lightly, and Minho treated him to a warm bath and soup, along with a trip to Hannie’s favorite bakery for his favorite cheesecake.
All Hannie could say was that he definitely preferred his ler to the heartless machine.
Hey, what happened to that machine?
“Hey…what’s this?” Hyunjin approached the machine, clicking a green button.
His eyes widened when the screens turned on and hands grabbed at his sides.
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jk i know you guys love me so much BUT I EXPECT TO SEE REACTIONSSSS
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𝙇𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙏𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝?
𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 3.5k
𝙖/𝙣: anonnie, i'm so sorry...i've been through the same and it isn't easy...but im so proud of you for making it as far as you did and we'll do it together <3
𝙩/𝙬: changbin is insecure about a lot of things, unheathy methods, fainting and nutrient deficiency, jealousy, sadness, crying, etc.
𝒍𝒆𝒆: changbin
𝙡𝙚𝙧: minho and hyunjin
𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeongins-diary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkedloveandlostpromises @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @r00ni1
𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤
IN NO WAY, SHAPE OR FORM DO I BELIEVE THAT CHANGBIN IS UGLY. THIS IS JUST FICTION AND IS NOT MEANT TO RESEMBLE REAL LIFE PEOPLE!!! I BELIEVE THAT CHANGBIN IS ONE OF THE PRETTIEST PEOPLE I HAVE EVER SET EYES ON AND I STAND BY THAT!!!
“AGH! Stop that!” Changbin hissed, slapping Hyunjin’s hand away from his skin.
Binnie scolded himself for wearing a tank top yet again. He just never learned from his mistakes.
He was just trying to speak with the other members, but Hyunjin decided to bother him by sticking his fingers into his upper ribs, near his armpits.
Every shriek the younger earned only increased his need to hear more of them, but Hyunjin got his share of karma soon enough.
“Rank every member by how ticklish they are?! Oh, that sounds like fun!” Chan smirked evilly, everyone’s eyes moving to either Hyunjin or a certain maknae bread.
“Okay, so Hyunjin and Jeongin are tied for first.” Minho started, humming while he thought. “Then Hannie, definitely.”
Jisung started coughing, a blush appearing on his face. Lino thought for a few more moments before speaking again.
“Then it should be Lixie or Chan hyung.”
At once, loud arguments broke out. Both Chan and Felix started shouting at the same time and Minho yelled for them to stop.
“There’s no way you’re less ticklish than me and Lixie!” Chan protested, Felix nodding his head with an offended look.
“But-!” Lino tried to defend himself, but it didn’t work out in the end.
So next on the list was Minho.
“NOW it’s you two.” Lino commented quickly before anyone had a chance to tease him because of his position in the top three.
Everyone agreed. “Oooh, I can’t decide between Seungmin and Changbin!” Minho groaned, thinking as hard as he could.
Meanwhile, both mentioned members started to flush deeply, glancing at each other in embarrassment.
“Let’s have a vote!” Jeongin proposed, and everyone quickly agreed.
“Who votes for Seungmin hyung?” Jeongin asked, putting his own hand up.
Surprisingly, everyone agreed, including Seungmin himself, that he was most probably more ticklish than Changbin.
Changbin grinned happily as everyone else began to tease each other, excluding him.
So there he was, at the bottom of the list. At the moment, it seemed great to Changbin.
Nobody could tease him considering they were higher on the list.
But as Changbin learned, it wasn’t always the best in every case.
•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••
Changbin groaned as he flexed again in the mirror. He has been working so hard in the gym, yet he was unable, in his opinion, to improve his body for their upcoming performance.
He hadn’t changed at all, and he was sure that STAY’s would hate him for it.
[NOT TRUE AT ALL HE’S SO FUCKING PRETTYYY]
His mind began to flash with all the things they would call him. ‘The least popular member AND the least improved?’
Binnie swore that he would break down crying if he thought anymore, so he walked off to try and distract himself.
Minho walked by him in the kitchen, squeezing his belly playfully. It was meant to be a show of affection, but at the moment, Changbin started overthinking, believing that Minho was teasing him.
His eyes welled up, and he blinked rapidly to extinguish the tears before they threatened to drop.
Lino, however, had noticed the rapper’s empty response to his affection, especially at something that would normally earn him at least a giggle.
It was all over when dinner happened, and Changbin was already out of it, leaving the members to believe something was wrong.
They tried with their greatest efforts to involve him in their conversations, believing that he felt left out and lonely, but the only fruit of their efforts were empty replies and few-word responses.
After some concerned glances at each other, Jeongin decided it lighten up the mood by prodding Binnie’s ribs twice, earning quiet squeaks and jolts.
After that, all the members began to coo and giggle at him, smiling at him and playing with his hands to try and cheer him up.
At the show of affection, Changbin’s cheeks flushed a rosy color, and the once dimmed sparkles returned to his eyes.
“Binnieee! You look so cute blushing for us, do it some more?~” Chan teased.
“Our chubby, cute Changbinnieee~” Hyunjin giggled, squishing at the boy’s cheeks.
Changbin’s mind only caught onto one word. He had tried so hard to distract himself from it, but his overthinking returned as his mind began to spiral uncomfortably. ‘Chubby.’
The other members must have noticed that he blanked out, because he suddenly snapped back to reality and heard multiple concerned voices calling his name.
Changbin smiled and excused himself, locking himself in his room the first moment he got.
The other members sat in silence, staring at his untouched plate of food and empty glass of water, wondering what they did wrong.
Over the next few days, the dorm was uncomfortably silent, the once loud and cheery dwaekki now practically living at the gym, not coming home even to eat proper meals, though Chan noticed their box of protein powder and electrolyte packets getting considerably lighter.
Changbin still spoke to the members, however his flame had distinguished and his smiles seemed more strained, and the rapper had now seemed to be struggling to keep himself upright.
The others had constantly tried to get him to take better care of himself, even taking it to the point of where they tried to force meals into his throat.
It only barely worked, and now the members had even less time due to comeback schedules.
Minho and Chan started to take tolls on their health too, and small worry creases began to form on their faces.
In general, the group had no time for breaks, and when they weren’t performing, they barely saw Changbin at all.
The members started to dearly miss the happy, responsible rapper, considering he was their light during all the hardships of comeback season.
But once, they got a break, and was ordered by the company to stay within the building.
The members shuffled awkwardly into the dorm, the energy changing since they realized that it would be the first time together in the dorm in a long period of time.
Everybody ate quietly, and soon enough, Hyunjin couldn’t handle it anymore. “What happened here?” He scoffed sarcastically.
He quickly stuck his fingers up Jisung’s shirt, earning a high pitched yelp.
Quick as lighting, the group was back, talking to each other, grinning in happiness.
After dinner, they battled the maknae down onto the couch and went to town, releasing all their stress through their tickling fingers.
Jeongin was screaming, out of breath and begging as Changbin quietly held his arms down, smiling when the maknae looked at him with teary, pleading eyes.
A sudden surge of jealousy suddenly struck the unprepared rapper, who flushed as he watched all the member’s fingers wiggling onto the youngest’s worst spots.
Ever since the day they had ranked themselves in the list, Changbin noticed a considerable difference in the amount he got tickled, noticing the others always getting each other and not him.
He started to realize that maybe it was because he ranked so low, because they wanted someone with better reactions, someone who was more ticklish.
Insecurity flashed before his eyes, and his chest hurt as he tried to hold back his tears for the umpteenth time that week.
Changbin hadn’t even realized that he had let go of the maknae’s arms, and that the others had been staring at him.
Changbin’s vision went blurry, and his stomach cried out again for food, but yet again he shoved the feelings down as he reached for his water bottle.
After determining that it was empty, he stood up to refill it, and regretted it as dark and white spots swam in his vision.
Binnie stumbled backwards, startling the others as they reached out to catch him.
“Hyung? Are you okay?” Hannie gasped, noticing the older stumbling over himself.
Felix immediately stood up to help him, taking the bottle from his hands and running to fill it.
Seungmin stood up and wrapped his arms around his waist, gasping quietly when he felt just how much weight Changbin had lost to his unhealthy methods.
Changbin groaned in pain, wrapping his arms around his stomach and shuddering.
Suddenly, his entire body gave up on him, sore and spent from the long hours of gym with no energy intake.
Lixie ran back with the water bottle just to let out a loud scream as Binnie collapsed. Luckily, Seungmin was able to safely lower him to the ground, where the others began to panic and shout, trying to wake him up.
Changbin shook in pain for a few seconds before slumping completely, and Chan ran to get the building doctor.
Hyunjin shook his head unhappily. He had seen it all coming.
••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••
Changbin woke up with a jump, feeling fingers running along his side. His eyes felt heavy and exhausted, and he almost shut them again.
“See?! I knew that would wake him up!” Binnie recognized Minho’s voice.
He heard multiple voices around him murmuring, and he watched as Jisung grabbed and yanked him into a hug, and he sank into the younger’s hold.
He felt more arms wrap around him, engulfing him in a wave of warmth and love.
All at once, shame and embarrassment overwashed Changbin’s senses, and he sobbed suddenly, the sounds weak and broken as everyone’s hold tightened, like a strong anchor he could hold onto in the darkest of times.
He cried and cried, wailing quietly and trembling in weakness.
Binnie’s stomach hurt so badly, and he cursed himself for being such a fool, for making a big scene out of everything.
But a voice cut him off. “Take this.” Chan kneeled down to reach his sitting position, placing multiple pills and a glass of water in the rapper’s hand.
At his confused look, Chris explained. “Nutrient deficiency. Overworked and underfed.” He firmly pressed them into the boy’s palm.
Changbin felt embarrassed, for being knocked over like a weak child, and when he looked down in shame, Chan realized that he was being too harsh for someone who had already received punishment enough.
“I’m sorry, bunny. We should have been taking care of you…but we didn’t. I thought you knew better than to do that.” Chan didn’t speak in a angry tone, but a soft, concerned tone, not accusing or harsh.
Changbin sniffled and glanced at the leader with watery eyes. “I’m so sorry, hyung...” He whispered, more tears splashing onto his clenched fists.
Chan’s expression softened as he wiped away Binnie’s tears, the other members staring in slight shock.
“I-I just wanted to look better, for the fans. I don’t wanna look chubby!” He cried out, finally letting out the words that had been plaguing him for so long.
“I don’t want to be hated…I didn’t want any of this…” He whimpered, gasping for breath as Chan’s eyes widened in horror.
Minho stared at the leader in shock, and Hyunjin suddenly felt guilt hit him like a truck, remembering his earlier comment to the older that had made him blank out.
The members hugged him tight, and Chan even sat him on his lap, wrapping his arms around his waist protectively as Changbin finally swallowed the pills slowly.
He whined as Chan pressed in a little deeper, though the leader decided to leave it to another day, and everyone carried the rapper back to dorm.
Lino immediately started up the stove, ready to cook food. Felix grabbed the chocolate bars from the fridge.
After Changbin had taken a much needed shower, he walked into the hall just to see the hall set up for movie night; tons of food and blankets were placed everywhere, along with a fresh batch of brownies.
He looked around for the members, but nobody was there. Suddenly, he felt a pair of arms fasten around his waist, and yank his frail body into the air.
Binnie squealed in surprise, and he stared at Hyunjin as the younger easily manhandled him, carrying him bridal-style to the couch.
Changbin didn’t want to admit it, but watching the dancer lift him like he weighed nothing caused his lee mood to flare up. Badly.
The other members appeared suddenly, kissing his cheeks and playing with his fingers, causing him to flush a happy rosy pink.
They sat Binnie down and took turns feeding him food, and he groaned happily at the taste that he had missed so much, happily taking the food from everyone.
Felix tapped his cheek twice to tell him to open his mouth, and Changbin hesitated as he eyed the brownie in the younger’s hand.
Seungmin appeared behind him and snuck his hands under the boy’s shirt, suddenly tickling him everywhere, and through the rapper’s giggles, Lixie managed to get the brownie in his mouth.
After the small incident, Binnie was unable to focus as his lee mood drove him mad, every touch by another member had him flinching, and it didn’t help that he could hear Chan trying to muffle his laughter as Felix kept poking his side.
Changbin felt like he needed to start provoking somebody to tickle him; there was no way he would be able to sleep with this lee mood.
He suddenly leapt onto Hyunjin, digging into the boy’s sides and hearing loud squawks of laughter.
Soon enough, he let up, hoping that Hyunjin was willing to try and take his revenge somehow.
But it just caused the entire group to start wrecking Hyunjin, and his loud screams drowned out Changbin’s frustrated groan.
That night, Changbin was unable to sleep, staring at his phone. He felt more energized though, probably because the members shoved so much food down his throat his stomach was threatening to burst.
He threw his own arms over his head, wondering what it would feel like to be pinned down so tightly that he couldn’t move, and wrecked in every spot until he went insane.
He watched some clips of the other members tickling each other, and he noticed the absence of clips of his own, though it was clear that he did tickle the others a lot.
Changbin turned off his phone and set it on the bedside table, making sure to keep his arms up as he imagined it.
Usually he was holding the member’s arms above his head, but sometimes when Chan tried to do it to him, he ended up being too strong and yanking his arms down himself.
Changbin whined to himself. Sometimes being the strongest member was a blessing and a curse.
He finally put his arms down as the cold air hitting the underside of his arms started to feel uncomfortable.
Changbin turned and shut his eyes just as he heard the bedroom door open.
Opening his eyes just a little, he spotted Minho and Hyunjin standing over him, and he squeezed his eyes shut. Maybe, they would tickle him awake.
“I know you’re awake, Binnie.”
So much for that. Changbin slowly opened his eyes and stared at the two as they got into bed with him, on either side.
Once they had turned Changbin into the jam spread on their sandwich, they wrapped their arms around him.
It was peaceful and quiet, and Binnie momentarily forgot all about his need for tickles, just enjoying the moment with his members.
Suddenly, an unbearable tingle began at his side, and he grunted before grabbing Hyunjin’s invading hand.
“Don’t.” He said, though he didn’t mean it.
“Oh, I think we should, shouldn’t we?” Minho responded, and Changbin noticed his face burning.
“N-No!” He yelled, Minho’s grip on his wrists suddenly becoming known to him. He squirmed weakly, which was noted by the dancer.
“Did you really think we’d not notice the way you were watching earlier?” Hyunjin giggled, watching Changbin’s eyes widen.
“So, Binnie. Were you…jealous, perhaps?” Lino teased, leaning in slightly knowing that it would fluster the rapper.
“No! W-Why would I be?” Binnie deflected, and Minho released his wrists. “I guess we’re done now.”
Desperate, Changbin replied. “Wait! Okay, maybe I was a little…j-jealous.” He looked down at the end, and the other two cooed playfully at him.
“Did you wanna get wrecked, oh big, tough, Binnie?” Minho teased, watching Changbin’s face turn the color of roses as he whined.
“Is that what you came here for?” Changbin asked, his tone hopeful, which definitely startled Hyunjin.
“What do you mean?” The tallest asked. “I mean, wouldn’t you rather get someone else, you know, someone more ticklish than me?” Changbin whispered, not wanting them to feel uncomfortable.
There was a quiet silence, and Changbin glanced up to see the two staring sadly at him. “Is that why you were upset for so long?” Minho asked, and Binnie nodded slowly.
“I’m so sorry, baby. We should’ve shown equality, but we didn’t.” Minho gave the rapper a quick apologetic hug, suddenly guilty.
“But now, we’ll wreck you the way you deserve.” He gestured to Hyunjin.
“What about the others?” Binnie didn’t want to wake up the sleeping members.
“They’ve gone to the other dorm to get something, it’s just us.” Minho reassured, and Changbin didn’t even notice Hyunjin pulling his arms up and sitting on them.
Minho sent a teasing poke at Binnie’s ribs, the boy shrieking and trying to yank his arms down to protect the spot…just to realize that he was immobile.
“Hyun-JIN! Get ohohoff!” Changbin burst into loud giggles as another pair of fingers walked right into his bare underarms, and Minho concentrated purely on his sensitive hips.
After some time of his cute giggling, Binnie felt a little guilty. “Hyuhuhung! Stohop fohor a sehehecond!”
Minho slowed his fingers so they were just tracing in the crevices of the boy’s ribs. The light sensations sent tingles shooting up Binnie’s body.
“Go rougher…I feel like you’re getting bored.” Binnie pouted sadly. Lino’s face softened, and Hyunjin smiled reassuringly before speaking.
“We’d never get bored with this~” And the tallest started to lightly wiggle his fingers across the boy’s neck, eliciting the cutest giggles from the rapper beneath him.
“How about we go rougher anyway, since our dear Binnie asked for it?” Lino asked, smirking down at the pinned rapper.
The two suddenly started scribbling wherever they could, switching between spots as fast as they could.
Changbin was in shambles, laughter growing louder and louder as he tried his hardest to escape, but just couldn’t.
“See? You’re the least ticklish, but look at how you’re laughing now.” Minho grabbed a small mirror from the bedside table and shoved it in Changbin’s face.
Embarrassed, the rapper tried to turn his head away, but when Hyunjin held his chin and forced him to look at himself, Changbin saw himself.
So content and happy, grinning ear to ear in joy, small tears resting on his rosy face.
Changbin never expected himself to look as pretty as he did, but his chest grew warm in fondness, looking at his own reflection as he giggled involuntarily.
“See? You look so pretty for us, giggling like that~” Minho cooed, fingers still tickling at Changbin’s side as his other hand held up the mirror.
Lino decided to move further up, slipping his hand under the boy’s shirt and squeezing his upper ribs, switching the mirror to his phone as he pressed record.
Binnie cackled with laughter, the cute sound making Hyunjin smile so hard his face started to ache.
“AAAHAH! IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!” He laughed loudly, falling apart as he tried his hardest to yank his arms down, but couldn’t as Hyunjin sat on them, and his weakened state didn’t allow him to use his strength.
He didn’t even know there was a camera recording him until he heard Hyunjin speak.
“Isn’t he so cute?” The tallest stuck his fingers into Changbin’s outstretched armpits, and the middle screamed as two pairs of hands tickled him to pieces.
“STOPSTOPSTOHOHOHOHOP! HYUHUHUHAHAHAHA!” Binnie was falling apart already, throwing his head in every direction.
“STAYs, you wanna see how ticklish he really is?” Minho followed by blowing a looong raspberry right onto the sensitive area along Binnie’s top ribs, the spot easily accessible due to the tank top that Changbin just couldn’t stop wearing.
Hyunjin pointed the camera to his face right as the boy howled with laughter, high pitched squeals and cackles following as his sensitive spot was abused relentlessly.
His feet kicked wildly in the blankets as small tears fell down his red face.
“NAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE-AGHAHAHAHA!” He couldn’t remember the last time he had laughed so hard, his lee mood satisfied and content.
“OKAAAY—! IHIHIMDONE HYUHUHUNG PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAP!” He finally screeched, his now hypersensitive body trembling in exhaustion.
“Only if you admit you’re beautiful!” Hyunjin yelled over the loud laughter.
Changbin shook his head, and Minho only blew harder into the sensitive skin, while Hyune decided to help by lightly tickling the rapper’s neck.
“OKAHAHAY OKAHAHAY! YOU WIHIHIN! IHIHIM BEHEHEAUTIFUL!”
Minho let up, relishing in the dwaekki’s tiny giggles as he rubbed at his body, loudly panting.
The three ended up sleeping together anyway, and Changbin was first to get wrecked in the morning as well.
Wanna know why?
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Chan crowded into the bed with the other kids, too lazy to head back to the other dorm.
He knew Minho would take care of things there anyway.
Suddenly 5 phones lit up, and Chan warily opened the official Kid’s Tiktok.
😼 posted a video: our baby bunny 🐷🐰^^
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𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 - 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 4:
𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 2.3k
𝙖/𝙣: VERY SELF-INDULGENT -_-
𝙩/𝙬: *bondage* mentions of anxiety and high stress, fighting, crying, rough tickling, raspberries, nibbles
𝒍𝒆𝒆: jisung
𝙡𝙚𝙧: minho
𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeongins-diary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkedloveandlostpromises @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry
𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤
“Hyung-” Jisung stopped to watch what was taking place on the older’s bed.
Minho cooed fondly at a cackling Seungmin, scratching around the boy’s belly button and teasing him.
Earlier, Hannie and Minho had argued about who knows what, the quokka couldn’t even remember what they fought about.
But they had both said some hurtful things. Soon enough, the silent treatment between the two became too much for the ace to handle. He was so ready to apologize.
He hadn’t been tickled touched in over a week, and seeing Seungmin getting it so badly had an unfamiliar surge of jealousy flood his senses.
Hannie guiltily shoved the feelings away, about to turn and walk out of the room before hearing something that made him freeze in his spot.
“Aweee~! You’re so cute, aren’t you? Guess who’s my favorite lee? You are, that’s right.” Lino cooed in the background.
A fresh wave of tears suddenly surfaced to Jisung’s eyes, and he ran to his room as fast as he possibly could, locking himself in and hiding in the closet.
Being alone, new thoughts, thoughts and emotions that he had never felt before, suddenly exploded and became very much known in his brain, ‘Favorite lee? Seungmin? But…I’M his lee. Right?’
Hanji certainly didn’t mind seeing Minho tickling Seungmin; After all, it was a common occurrence. If he hadn’t been in such a lee mood, he would’ve wanted to join in.
But hearing Lino say that after about a week of not speaking to him, Jisung connecting things in his brain without seeing the full picture, and managed to come to a conclusion.
‘Oh, my god. He hates me…doesn’t he?’
New tears suddenly started pouring down his cheeks, unhappiness settling in as Jisung suddenly sobbed, slamming a hand over his mouth to make sure the others didn’t hear.
Through his sudden inability to breathe, combined with his fear of losing his best friend, Hannie started crying even harder, an overwhelming sadness suddenly rising.
“Oh, h-hyung…I’m so s-sorry! Please don’t hate me…please please..” Hannie cried, pulling his knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around them.
He gasped out, breathing was becoming harder and harder, and Jisung swore he was gonna die.
“Please…I need you so b-bad…can’t lose you…”
Heartbroken, Hannie cried his heart out, wishing everything was normal and okay. He felt so guilty for arguing with Lino and in his mind, ruining everything.
Meanwhile, Minho himself had wrapped things up with Seungmin, but for some reason, he felt as though he had forgotten something somehow.
Lino walked by Jisung’s closed door. He stopped for a few seconds and sighed quietly.
He had to apologize. Minho decided to suck it up and raised his fist to knock the door.
He heard broken sobs inside the room. Minho pressed his ear to the door, not wanting to invade the younger’s privacy while still making sure he was okay.
Lino could hear Jisung babbling sadly through his tears, and he felt as though he had been punched in the chest, guilt over flooding his body and heat rising to his head in pain.
‘Oh, poor Hannie. Does he really think I hate him?’ Minho almost burst into tears himself.
He suddenly remembered what he said earlier as he listened to what the ace said next.
“I thought I was your f-favorite…but i’ve ruined e-everything…” Minho could hear more sad crying through the door, and he couldn’t take it anymore.
He opened the door quietly, looking around before his eyes set onto the closet. He slowly inched it open, hearing the younger’s breath hitch.
Minho knew the quokka was trying to muffle his crying to make it seem like he wasn’t there.
He pulled the closet open, and their eyes met.
Jisung only stared in surprise, his eyes pufffy and cheeks red. “H-Hyung…” He trailed off.
Minho sank to his knees and engulfed the younger boy in a tight hug, guilt only worsening when Jisung buried his head into the other’s neck, and he felt the ace’s wet face.
The two didn’t say anything for a while, only enjoying the other’s embrace.
Minho fidgeted with the strings on Jisung’s hoodie while the younger’s arms tightened.
“Hyung…” Jisung sniffled, “I’m so so sorry hyung…” He broke off into more small sobs while his tears soaked the collar of the older’s shirt.
Lino’s heart shattered as he grabbed Hannie’s face, wiping his tears away and gently kissing his forehead.
“No…no, baby you did nothing wrong. It’s hyung’s fault, yeah? I should be sorry, you hear that? I’m so sorry. Please don’t cry…” Lino found himself mumbling sad words now.
Jiusng sank into Minho’s hold yet again.
“Let’s not fight ever again!” Hannie wailed suddenly, gripping the older with renewed clinginess.
The dancer chuckled quietly at the quokka’s cuteness, squishing his face as the two made up for a week of lost hugs.
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“So…you two made up?” Jeongin grinned as he watched a cooing Minho happily spoon cheesecake into Hannie’s mouth.
“Mhm.” Jisung mumbled, cheeks puffed up like a squirrel.
“I don’t know how I lasted this long without seeing this face~” Minho squished Hannie’s cheek, and Innie visibly gagged.
“CHAN HYUNG! JISUNG AND MINHO HYUNG MADE UP AND NOW THEY’RE BEING GUSHYYYY!” Jeongin whined, walking off to irritate the elder more.
Minho chuckled under his breath at the maknae’s antics, but stopped seeing Hannie’s eyes sadden. “What’s wrong, bun?”
“Is Seungmin hyung still your favorite lee-?” Jisung blurted out before he could stop himself, face reddening and guilt welling up.
Lino’s eyes softened, and he suddenly started giggling, causing Jisung to frown. “Why are you laughing?! I’m asking you a question.” He crossed his arms in offence.
“You know how Hyunjin’s gone on a trip, right?” The older didn’t stop giggling, causing Hannie to pout. “Yeah…?”
“Seungmin was telling me to act like Hyunjin because he missed him.” Minho burst into loud laughter and started clapping when Jisung flushed a bright red.
“Ohhhh…” Hannie‘s face burned in embarrassment, and a sheepish but happy smile made its way onto his face.
“So…I’m still your favorite lee?” Jisung asked hopefully, watching the dancer’s eyes soften fondly.
“Of course.”
Jisung’s eyes glinted with mischievous intent. “Prove it.”
Minho immediately grabbed Hannie around the waist and carried him to his room, slamming the door behind him with his foot.
He pulled out his phone to text the chat.
~ SuRprIsE! ~ 5 members active
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porang porang bitch: you might wanna wear something noise cancelling…
yk what else is big? 👣: ooof, good luck hannie
4 members are now active
i am tReE: i miss you all 💔 can't wait to come home
ming mong: i don't miss you 🙄
porang porang bitch: u sure? 🤨
cheesecake addict: 🤣
i am tReE: what-?
ming mong: ANYWAY good luck jisung hyung, hope you don’t die BYE!
0 members are now active
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Both boys giggled at their puppy’s playful antics.
Jisung put his hands in Minho’s and glanced upwards with a soft grin.
Lino happily smiled back before unceremoniously yanking the younger’s arms up.
“Can I…tie them there?” He asked gently, pressing a little on Hannie’s wrists against the headboard.
Jisung shrugged. “Why not?” He replied. Excitement flashed on Minho’s face. “Stay here.” He ran to grab some things to tie the younger up with.
He ran back with a soft scarf and some hand cream.
Minho gently stretched Hannie out, wanting to make sure he didn’t hurt him in any way.
While he was looping the scarf around the boy’s wrists, he continued to rant happily. “You’ll make sure to tell me if you’re uncomfortable, right? Here, how about you just say red when you’re tired-”
“Hyung! It’s okay, I trust you.” Hannie reassured the older, seeing the nervous look in his eyes.
Lino smiled back, sitting on Jisung’s thighs and placing his hands on his waist.
He stared, smirking playfully at the squirming lee underneath him.
“Hyuuung! Don’t tease me!” Jisung whined, the unbearable anticipation after so long without his tickles becoming torturous.
“Okay, okay. I’m sorry.” Lino replied before digging into the area with his fingertips.
Giddy with the familiar feeling of fingers, Hannie burst into giggles immediately.
“Ahahaha! Haharder, please!” Hannie pleaded. He was never able to handle the soft tickles for long.
“I’ll go really hard this time, is that okay?” Lino made sure to ask.
“Plehehease!” Jisung squeezed his eyes shut, scrunching his face up as Minho’s fingers started moving upwards.
Hands were suddenly attacking every crevice, sweet spot, and sensitive area of his ribs, and the now shaking ace squealed in surprise, loud laughter bubbling out of his throat.
“AHHH—! IHITS SOHO BAHAD!” The quokka resonated through his consistent laughter, small tears already resting on his lash line.
The incredibly stretched out position did nothing to help the sensation; In reality, being so immobile just made it tickle more.
Minho suddenly shifted upwards, digging into Jisung’s armpits with a fervor.
“OHOHO MYHY GAHAHAHAD!!!” Jisung screamed as he tried to yank his arms down and protect his incredibly vulnerable underarms.
Minho cooed, leaning in closer to blow air playfully into Jisung’s ear.
Hannie threw his head in every direction, higher pitched, hysterical squeals clawing im their way out of his throat.
Minho drilled into the boy’s upper ribs, and Jisung finally understood why Changbin went ballistic every time they attacked that area.
It tickled so badly.
Jisung was practically screaming out incoherent pleas, his ribs stretched out and on full display to the delighted ler above him.
He was barely able to move, only his head thrashed from side to side, a huge, giddy smile on his face.
Minho’s heart fluttered happily at the adorable yet familiar sight beneath him, and he was lost in his own world until he heard a loud, out of breath scream.
He looked down and saw his own fingers wiggling into Jisung’s back. The poor boy beneath him wheezed, completely silent laughter overtaking him.
Minho decided to give the boy a break, un-attaching his fingers from the dying ace’s body.
“Ahah…” Jisung slumped in exhaustion, forgetting that his arms were pinned before tugging once.
“You okay?” Lino asked, sneaking a hand underneath Hannie’s shirt and rubbing gentle, soothing circles on his warm skin.
“yeheah…” Jisung panted, smiling softly up at Minho.
“Are you done…?” Lino asked. “Are you?” Jisung shot back, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips.
“Oh really, Han Jisung?~ We’re being bratty now-?” Lino teased, eyebrows raised in disbelief.
“Not like you aren’t, Lee Minho.” Jisung bit back snarkily, rolling his eyes.
“No honorifics? You’re just asking for it, aren’t you?” Minho tugged on the younger’s body, only stretching him out to the point of which his ribs stuck out.
He didn’t miss the glint of excitement in Hannie’s eyes. Lino lifted Hannie’s shirt, exposing his pale tummy and sides.
Jisung arched his back slightly out of anticipation, and when a few fingers pushed into his ribs, he crashed right back down with a squeal.
“a-HAH! Oh gosh…” Jisung whimpered, tugging on his arms yet again. He only realized how screwed he was after trying to move and finding his body completely immobile and stretched out.
Minho lowered his head riiight above Hanji’s upper side, near his lowest rib, and he panicked, trying his hardest to buck away from the older’s lips.
Lino gave Hannie one smile and a wink before taking a deep breath and blowing a buzzing raspberry right onto the sensitive skin.
Jisung went ballistic, high pitched laughter ripping out of his throat involuntarily as tears began to well up in his eyes.
“HYUUUHUHUHUNG! PLEHE-PLEHEHAHAHAHA—!!” Hannie wasn’t even able to form coherent words, loud laughter being the only thing he was able to produce.
“So cuteee~” Minho mumbled into the spot, and Jisung let out another cute squeal.
“PLEHEHEHEHEASE! GEHEHET—FUHUHUCK!!” Jisung screamed out when Minho decided to attach his lips to his belly button next, blowing out and nibbling playfully on the spot.
“Swearing?! Oh, you’re gonna get it now…” The dancer blew torturously long rasperries all over the quokka’s midriff, alternating in spots just to tease him.
Jisung was never able to anticipate where the next one was gonna land, and he just couldn’t stop laughing.
“NO-NO PLEASE NOT ANOTH-NAHAHAHAHA!” He sounded insane, head thrown back.
What made it worse was that once the older managed to secure his waist, Jisung was completely unable to move at all, so there was nowhere to escape.
His entire torso blushed pink as his sensitivity only increased. Minho only let up once the younger’s whole body began to tremble in exhaustion, and his tears managed to soak the pillow case.
Hannie panted and gasped for breath, his chest heaving painfully. Minho decided that the poor boy probably had had enough, and reached up to untie his wrists.
Jisung slumped underneath him, curling up a little and still giggling cutely under his breath.
He winced in pain as he rubbed his arms; The friction from the cloth has caused red, angry welts to appear on his wrists.
Minho grabbed the hand cream from earlier, and uncapped the lid. Kissing the sore area, the dancer gently applied the cream to the ace’s wrists, taking extra care to spread his love through every little mark.
Jisung only flushed happily, watching his hyung take care of him. “Nap?” He yawned.
The older watched fondly as Hannie yanked him down to sleep on the bed.
The two happily cuddled, a sad puppy in the other room waiting for his flour boy.
i'm definitely writing a drabble for the little seungmin-hyunjin side plot lol <3
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Hey! Could you do a lee! Minho and Han - ler!chan and seungmin? I think it would be Soo cute if it was Minsung vs chanmin xx
UnSurprise:
words: 720
tw: surprise tickles, chase
a/n: thisissocuteimcrying🤍
lee: minho and jisung
ler: chan and seungmin
taglist: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpages @lajanaa
this fic is about tickling, if it's not your cup of tea pls scroll!~
"HELP MEEEE!" Jisung squealed, running through the dorm.
"Wha-WHAT THE HELL?!" Changbin yelled, staring wide-eyed as Hannie almost knocked his coffee over, heavily pursued by Chan and Seungmin.
"Ugh. So immature." Changbin scoffed, adding more cream and sugar to his coffee.
"What? Why do you want me to hide you?" Lino asked, exasperated.
"Please! I love you so muchhh..." Hannie tried, wrapping his arms around his hyung lovingly and pressing a singular kiss to his cheek, which flushed pink.
"Ugh...fine. The closet's there."
Jisung ran and jumped into the closet, slamming the door just as Chan and Seungmin entered the room, determined to find him at all costs.
"Where's Han? He's got some wrecking to go through..." Channie cracked a knuckle threateningly before wiggling his fingers.
"Wrecking?! If I knew where he was I would help you, you know that." Minho shook his head, trying not to give himself away.
"Your ears are red." Seungmin pointed out, smirking evilly.
"O-Oh. I wonder why." Lino shrugged, cursing himself for stuttering.
"Minho...where is he?" Chan asked, approaching the blushy boy slowly.
"I don't k-know..." Minho stuttered again.
"He's in there." Changbin sipped his coffee and pointed at the door.
"...Really?" Lino deadpanned, watching as Seungmin opened the closet door and pulled a very squirmy Han out of it.
"NO! This is unfair!" Minho screeched when Chan pinned his arms high above his head.
"I didn't even do anything!" He complained loudly.
"You lied." Channie smirked.
Lino had no words.
"Okay, let's play a game!" Chan suggested.
"No! Your games always end up with one of us getting wrecked!" Jisung whined.
"Exactly! Now both of you are getting wrecked." Chan giggled.
"So you," He pointed at Jisung, "Will get light tickles, while Minho here, will get rough tickles."
"HEY! That's not fair!" Min yelled.
"UnSurprise!" Seungmin immitated the older's iconic meme, with a little twist.
"The thing is, Jisung will choose whether he gets rough or light, while you get the other choice. Do you understand?" Chan clarified gently.
"Okahahay! Okay okahahay!" Jisung giggled out as Seungmin's fingers moved gently along his stomach and neck, and he tried to get adjusted to the feeling.
"NOHOHOHO!"
Hannie whipped his head to the other side, watching Chan blow agonizingly ticklish raspberries into Lino's v-line.
The poor boy bucked his hips up and squealed when another raspberry was pressed into his hip.
"CHAHAHAHAN!"
"plehehaha!"
"They're so cute!~" Changbin cooed from the door, sipping his coffee amusingly.
"HAHAHANNIE! PLEHEHEASE SWIHIHITCH IHIHIT!" Minho couldn't handle the raspberries much longer, especially when Channie decided to tickle his ribs at the same time and nibble gently at the skin.
"i-i dohohont wanna!" Jisung wasn't scared.
Okay, maybe he was a little scared. Who could blame him, after watching Minho go practically insane.
"PLEHEHEHEASE!"
After a second of thinking, paired with his giggles, Jisung gave in to help his hyung.
"fine, switch..."
In less than a second, Chan had let up on Minho, giving the younger a small break and patting and rubbing lightly on his stomach.
However, things had gotten much worse for Jisung.
Seungmin scratched at Hannie's ribs with his fingernails, slinging one leg over Hanji's stomach to hold him down.
Jisung fell apart in laughter, the scratching tickling him wayyy more than he would like to admit.
"SEHEHEHEUNGMIHIN! SEUNGMIN PLEHEHEHEASE!" Jisung squealed loudly, blushing a bright red when Changbin cooed again.
"hahahah! chahahannie thihihis ihihis wohohohorse!" Minho whined as Chan traveled around his underarm lightly with one finger.
"I know, baby." Chan giggled, scratching at a sensitive spot he had found and watching Minho whimper through his loud giggles.
"IHIHIM DOHOHONE! DOHOHONE SEUNGMIN PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE! OHO MY GOHOHOHOSH!"
"Okay, you big baby! There's no way it tickled that much!"
"Yah! I'm stihill your hyuhung!" Jisung scolded, though the bright smile on his face contrasted his tone.
Seungmin shrugged, moving his nails closer to Han's sensitive ribs and watching the older immediately beg and apologize.
Minho sat up promptly once he regained his strength, wiping the tears of mirth off of his face before crossing his arms childishly.
"They're definitely the cutest lees ever." Changbin finished off his coffee, walking towards the kitchen sink to place his cup.
"Who bets Binnie's cuter?" Minho grinned, watching four hands go up.
"Well, he's next."
Poor Changbin had no idea what was coming.
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hi ml <3333333 can I request a ler!chan and lee!minho fic (who’s surprised by the pair I chose?)?
scenario could be that chan was feeling in one of the worst ler moods ever, while Lino was also in one of his lee moods. But prideful as he is, he never admits it and instead retorts to being bratty. But it’s so BLATANTLY obvious by now because he’s used that tactic so many times that chan pins him down and only starts when minho finally begs for it.
and then, when he’s in hysterics and thrashing and pleading in between crazed giggles for chan to stop, chan says « Why should I stop? You were the one begging for it anyways, so now take it and be good hmm? You still have a long way to go before being a lil giggly puddle for me~ »
bonus if the other members overhear what’s happening and all get embarrassingly flustered and all look at each other in silent agreement.
never cross a chan when it is in a ler mood.
i twisted it a bit...hope that's okay 😈
Hoodie - Part 3:
again with the spicy gifs for a fluffy fic...its a sana trademark atp
words: 1.5k
tw: cuddly tickles, chan makes minmin beg for it-
lee: Minho
ler: Chan
taglist: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v–143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpages @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry
this fic is about tickling, if it’s not your cup of tea pls scroll!~
Prompts:
6. "Do you want to die?"
15. "Apologies mean nothing to me."
34. "Woah. I didn't expect that much of a reaction."
Fans screamed and shouted in excitement and happiness as the two eldest members of their favorite boy group walked along the red carpet.
Chan smiled a great, dimply smile and weaved a single arm around Minho’s shoulders.
The two men waved and smiled, grateful for their fans and enjoying every moment of their walk.
Chan’s fingers covered the top neckline of Minho’s shirt, clearly worried at how cold the air outside was.
Why couldn’t the stylists choose something warm for the poor boy?
Minho himself was shivering and leaning into the eldest for warmth, staring up at the sunset.
Chan was relieved that the group was heading back to the hotel for a while, clearly everyone needed to warm up before they all catch a cold.
The boys all headed to their shared rooms, Chan and Lino bundling up in blankets once they reached the cozy and warm room.
As exhausting as the concerts were, Chan found himself somewhat unable to sleep, so he resorted to playing with Minho’s hair as the boy slept.
So peaceful and tranquil, Minho’s breathing hitched once before covering his mouth and sneezing cutely.
Chan stifled a groan; the cat had clearly caught a cold.
Determined to keep him warm, Chan pulled Minho closer to his chest, sharing his warmth and kissing the top of his head.
A tiny smile made its way into Lino’s lips, and Chan gasped once before bursting into loud giggles. “You’re awake, aren’t you?!”
He slapped Minho’s head playfully as the younger burst into loud peals of giggles, the sound bouncing off the walls.
The kitten sneezed again in the middle of his joyful laughter. Chan patted at the top of his head, covering the top of the boy’s head with the fluffy blanket.
He playfully bit his lip and pressed his fingers into Min’s side, watching the younger squirm and smile shyly.
Chan pressed deeper and wiggled his fingers a little bit, causing a strained squeak and jolt to escape from the other pressed against his chest.
After a while, he let up on the poor cat, cradling his head instead and coaxing him to sleep instead.
“Well, I can’t sleep now. Oh wait, I sound like someone…don’t I?” Minho grinned against the leader’s chest.
“Hmmm. I know what you’re doing, Min. Do you want to die?” Channie hummed, smiling mischievously as he felt the dancer’s face warm up against his shirt.
“I’m not d-doing anything.” Minho cursed himself for stuttering. It was giving him away.
“Sureee…”
The two laid in silence for a while, relishing in the warmth and comfort of each other’s presence.
“Hyung…I’m a little cold, can you get my hoodie from the suitcase, please?” Minho whispered, wanting to be engulfed in the warm fabric of his favorite home attire.
Channie whined once before getting up, shivering as the freezing air hit his skin.
He retrieved the warm clothing from the mentioned suitcase, walking back to the half-asleep boy before handing it to him.
Minho threw it on and sighed confortably, hoping Chan would get the hint and just wreck him already.
Luckily for the dancer, Chan’s fingers and ears were itching to hear more of his sweet giggles again, and the older wouldn’t sleep without hearing them that night.
Lino waited for the leader to say something, anything for him to provoke the kangaroo with.
Finally, Chan did speak, but what he said was not what Minho expected. “I know what you want, but I want to hear you say it.”
Minho groaned loudly. There was no way Chan was doing this to him right now.
“Hyuuung...” Minho whined, squirming lightly as Chan’s fingers sent teasing pokes at his sides.
The tiny tingly feelings were unbearable; he needed more.
“C’mon, Min. I know you can do it~” Oh, Lino could just hear the teasing smirk on the leader’s face.
When Channie’s fingers resorted to scratching lightly at his v-line, Minho lost it.
“FINE! Fahahine, i’ll beg! Please, hyung, plehease tickle me…please please plehehease…” Min whimpered, throwing his head back at the incredibly sensitive tickles to his v-line.
“Well, since you asked so nicely, and clearly hinted to me what you wanted-” Chan gestured to the younger’s hoodie. “-I’ll give you what you want.”
“please…” Minho whined again, squeezing his eyes shut and waiting for the invading fingers to reduce him into a hysterical mess.
Fingers scribbled up his torso, and Minho burst into loud giggles, not daring to open his eyes or move his arms away from his face.
“Awww…you’re not even trying to stop me…are you?” Chan cooed, slipping his freezing hands up the dancer’s hoodie and pressing his pointer finger into Minho’s belly button, causing the boy to let out an embarrassingly loud squeal at the sensation.
Eyes opening in surprise, Minho shot his hands down and gripped at the leader’s wrist, causing the older to stop completely.
“Hyung…I’m sorr-HYUNGAHAHA!” The dancer burst into hysterics when the leader’s fingers wiggled and squeezed his rib cage torturously.
“Apologies mean nothing to me.”
Chan grabbed his wrists and pinned them his above the boy’s head, and went to town on his left armpit, which for some reason, was more ticklish than the right.
“HYUNG! HYUHUHUNG! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Minho cackled wildly, finding one of his worst spots on show to his ruthless ler, who clearly wasn’t letting up anytime soon.
The dancer found himself considerably weakened due to the tickling, and was unable to yank his arms down, allowing Chan to do whatever he pleased to him.
Chan’s tickling fingers danced lightly along his v-line, and the howl of laughter that Lino let out even had Chan reeling from the sheer volume of it.
“Woah! I didn’t expect that much of a reaction! You’re not used to light tickles here, huh?” The leader’s fingers wiggling lightly over the bare area, and Minho shrieked and whined as loud as he could through his uncontrollable laughter.
The light tickes had his stomach bouncing up and down, and his thighs trembled.
“HYUNG! PLEASE NO LIHIGHT TIHIHICKLES! I CAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAKE IHIT ANYMOHORE!” Minho squealed breathlessly, letting out wild cackles and arching his entire back up.
“Too bad, kitten. You have a long way to go.” Chan smirked, diving under Lino’s hoodie and performing his signature; raspberries and nibbles.
The raspberries and nibbles were absolute heaven torture to the poor boy, who screamed loudly before descending into yet another round of hysterics.
He felt so carefree, so loose and happy. Like nothing else mattered in the world except how rough Chan was wrecking him to pieces.
“CHAHAHAHANNIE! GEHEHET OHOHOUT OHOF THEHEHERE! ITS SO BAD-” Minho squealed loudly and cut off his own sentence at the end as a long raspberry made its way to his v-line.
Tears slipped down his cheeks. He couldn't stop laughing no matter how hard he tried to muffle it.
Minho gasped and sobbed desperately through his laughter, the sound of his hysterics cutting out every few seconds and coming back even wilder.
“HYUHUNG! IHIHITS ENOHOHOUG-NOOOO!” The boy screamed when Channie’s fingers attached to his hips.
“Don’t you mean…yes? You did ask for this~”
“IHIHIM GOHOHONNA FAHAHAHAINT, HYUNG!” Minho screamed breathlessly.
Finally, feeling the younger had had enough, Chan stuck his head out of the hoodie to be met with a blushy, giggly Minho.
“Aghhh…you’re so cute.” Chan is squished at the younger’s cheeks and played with his hair, all while Lino himself relished in the attention, something Channie doesn’t see as often.
Chan’s favorite genre of Minho. He smiled fondly at the boy and pressed his forehead against Lino’s shoulder.
“Love you, bub…” Channie mumbled, smiling when a hand came to stroke his hair.
“Love you too, hyungie.” A soft response came from above his head.
Comfortable silence passed between the two, warm and cozy with an aura of happiness.
“You’re not gonna tell anyone I said that.”
“Did you and hyung have fun, sharing a room?” Jeongin snickered at Minho.
Minho scoffed. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Yup. Back to his sassy self. Though, Chan wished he could just wreck the younger again and bring back soft Lino too.
“Please. We could hear you screaming from the other room. Luckily this is a private floor.” Changbin rolled his eyes.
Blush leaked up Minho’s neck and onto his ears as he slapped Changbin’s bicep playfully.
“Ohhh yah. I was wondering what that was.” Felix grinned, and Lee Know groaned in embarrassment, hiding his face in his arms.
“Who knew hyungie liked getting wrecked so mu-“
”OKAY, let’s go!” Minho interrupted, grabbing their suitcases and descending in the elevator.
WHISTLING AND RUNNING AWAY-
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𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐭! - 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 1: 𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧
𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 789
𝙖/𝙣: ahh starting off, guys! how are we feeling?
𝙩/𝙬: writer chooses to keep an element of surprise to the story! read at your own risk!
𝒍𝒆𝒆: jeongin
𝙡𝙚𝙧: seungmin
𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeongins-diary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkedloveandlostpromises @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry
𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐬…🖤
“Okay, so here’s the idea for the new game for SKZ Code.” The boys’ manager started.
He handed washable markers to each member.
“Basically, you’re gonna write a food name on another member’s foot, and they have to guess what it says.” He read out from his clipboard.
Immediately, Jeongin had concerns. “But…won’t it, you know?” He sputtered, flushing a deep red.
“Don’t worry, it’ll just be you guys in the room. No one else.” The manager confirmed.
“No, won’t it t-tickle…?” Innie whispered.
The manager froze for a few seconds before letting out peals of loud laughter.
“I don’t think it’ll be that sensitive. By the way, you’ll only get your lunch after you finish the game.” He replied, walking out of the room.
“It won’t be sensitive, but we are…” Jeongin whispered again quietly.
“Speak for yourself. I bet it doesn’t even tickle that much.” Seungmin shrugged.
“Well, either way, we’ll find out.” Chan replied, giggling as Jisung groaned.
“The entire internet is gonna hear us!” Hannie whined.
Soon enough, the manager walked back in to explain the rules.
“Okay, we’re going from youngest to oldest, you can only write in Korean, and after you’re done guessing you can clean up with these.” He passed out fluffy black towels.
Jeongin darted his eyes from his foot to Seungmin’s evil grin.
Soon enough, Jeongin’s upper body was pressed against Chan’s chest, and he stared at the older’s small smile and felt slightly comforted.
They had to lay on their stomach to avoid being able to see what the other member was writing on their foot.
Seungmin grabbed his left foot and laid it on his lap, comfortingly patting it to calm the maknae down.
He uncapped the marker quietly before darting his hand down and beginning to write the letters.
Innie’s eyes widened. It was way more ticklish than he thought it would be.
He immediately squealed quietly and grabbed fistfuls of Chan’s shirt, burying his face in the older’s chest.
Remembering what the game was about, he tried to concentrate on what Seungmin was currently writing, but the sensation of the marker gliding across his foot in quick motions had him giggling and unable to concentrate.
“hyuhuhung! HYUNG!” Jeongin screamed when Minnie ran a teasing nail up his other sole, and he started squirming wildly.
Finally, the vocalist seemed to have finished.
But Innie had no idea what he wrote. “I really don’t know!” He exclaimed when Chan stared at him skeptically.
“Then, we have to punish you, hm?” Seungmin grinned, scribbling five fingers up Jeongin’s other foot.
A loud squeal echoed through the room as Jeongin desperately tried to escape, just to have Seungmin run his nails over his feet yet again.
Jeongin nearly saw god from how bad it tickled.
Chan held the maknae’s arms to his chest, effectively pinning him down. Jeongin stared at him in betrayal before breaking off into a wide grin.
“Okahahay! OKAY! H-Hyung en-OUGH!” He tried to muffle his crazed cackles.
The other members were practically on the floor with the maknae’s reactions.
“Fine, fine! You’re such a baby! There’s no way it tickled that much!” Seungmin rolled his eyes.
He grabbed the fluffy towel and poured some water on it to dampen it, before suddenly scrubbing viciously over the blackened markings.
They removed fairly easily, but Jeongin screamed loudly as if he was being murdered, loud cackles bouncing off the walls as he kicked out wildly, missing Minnie by mere inches.
“HYUHUHUHUNG!” He squealed out, small tears slipping down his flushed face.
“What?! You still have to guess!” Seungmin exclaimed, putting the cap of the marker back onto the end before restarting, making the youngest scream helplessly yet again.
Jeongin was, yet again, lost in another fit of ticklishness. He tried, he really did.
Yet again, he wasn’t able to guess it.
Seungmin wrote different dishes and wiped them down over and over, and let up for a break only when tears of mirth and frustration rolled down the maknae’s face.
“Okahay! I cahant take ihit ahanymore! I’d rather goho hungry.” Innie muttered, about to get up.
“Okay! I’ll promise to go slowly…just try one more time?” Seungmin asked. “I’ll do an easy one.”
Jeongin agreed out of exhaustion, Seungmin readjusting his grip.
Seungmin slowly wrote softly, trying his hardest to not make it tickle.
No matter how hard he tried, it was still torture for the maknae. However this time, Jeongin was able to guess it right.
“shaha-shashimi?” Jeongin breathed out, way too tired to continue.
“Yup, you’re free to go.” Seungmin wiped down the maknae’s foot with enough force for it to not tickle, and Jeongin immediately scrambled to his seat, rubbing his foot.
Seungmin was next.
#kpop tickle#midzywannabeitzy#stray kids#skz tickle#skz#sana's guess it series#lee jeongin#ler chan#ler channie
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𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙖’𝙨 𝙜𝙪𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙎𝙆𝙕:
𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙭 — 𝙡𝙚𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙭
𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 450
𝙖/𝙣: my softie 😖
𝙩/𝙬: soft tickling, lixie is sad in the beginning
𝒍𝒆𝒆: felix
𝙡𝙚𝙧: reader
𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee @moony-9
𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s 🐾
please please PLEASE be gentle
don’t wreck the baby too hard he might start crying
neck tickles and gentle side tickles are his FAVORITE
please praise him he loves it
tell him everything he wants to hear 😖
Felix walked backstage, tears still spilling down his cheeks after the emotional concert.
He had been missing the fans, and he may of may not have started sobbing at the end of the concert when the members started giving speeches.
You waited at the back with flowers, your smile dropping the second you say your best friend, and your sunshine, with tear tracks down his face. “Awhh, Lix! What happened?”
You placed the flowers down and wrapped your arms comfortingly around his waist, smiling when he buried his head into your neck.
Felix wiped his cheeks, letting out small giggles when your fingers wiggled over his sides. “Dohohont..!”
“But you need to be cheered up! I would be a terrible bestie if I left you crying, yeah?” You reply with a grin, leaning in to place the tiniest of kisses to his neck, slipping your fingers up his shirt to tickle gently at his sides.
Poor Lixie burst into hiccupy laughter immediately, sweet giggles tumbling out of his mouth one after another. “Ahaha!!”
He couldn’t even form words, just going limp in your arms as you carried him to a comfy couch in the corner and flattened on top of him.
Felix let out a tiny squeal when you nibbled gently on his neck, tears of joy replacing those of sadness. “Stohohohop tihihickling meee!!” He whined.
“But whyyy?” You groaned back, leaning down to place the tiniest of raspberries onto his tummy.
Lix pleaded desperately as he giggled crazily, trying to keep his hands from bothering you.
“Look at you! So sweet, holding your hands away~” You smirk when he reddened considerably, muscles now taut in an effort to keep them away.
“Nohohohoho!!”
“No what? You don’t want me to stop, do you?”
He shook his head timidly, and you let up before hugging him, snuggling into his neck and smiling. “The flowers are for you.”
#kpop tickle#midzywannabeitzy#stray kids#skz tickle#skz#sana’s guide to#sana’s guide to wrecking skz#lee! felix#ler reader
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