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And the threat at the end hgfdssaaz

My shaylas 😩

Are You Feeling Butterflies?

A/N: Hi there, I hope you’re all doing well! This is my first time posting a fic on here, on Tumblr. I feel like this isn’t good enough or at least not as much as I wish it was. Anyways, to whoever is reading this, I hope you enjoy it! :)

English isn’t my first language but I tried my best!

The parts before the tickling scene are a bit longer than expected, sorry for that. 😔

Summary: After a few weeks noticing that his little brother has been acting somewhat strangely, In-Ho decides that he’s going to get all the information out of him one way or another.

I suck at summaries, I know-

(In this fic In-Ho is in his early 30s and Jun-Ho is a teenager)

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In-Ho couldn’t remember exactly the last time he had seen his stepmother and younger brother face to face. Definitely more than a couple of weeks. He was always deeply invested in his work, and that usually ended up taking more of his time than he expected. But what could he say? He loved his job. But no more than his own family. That would never happen.

However, In-Ho always managed to look for his family, even if he wasn’t physically present—not as much as he would like to. Every opportunity he had, he would take it to call or text them and make sure everything was fine. Mal-Soon, his stepmother, answered all his calls every time In-Ho called her. They both had a sincere relationship since she converted into his new mother. He was thankful for that. And she also was.

On the other hand, there was Jun-Ho, his younger brother. Since this last was born they both were undeniably inseparable. Normally, they would had a conversation almost every single day. In-Ho called him, and Jun-Ho answered him. In-Ho sent him a message, and Jun-Ho replied. That simple. But now—something has changed. In-Ho could tell. There weren’t any faster responses and the youngest barely called him either. And let me tell you, that was rare, very rare… And obviously, In-Ho wasn’t going to let it pass so easily.

Finally, it came the day when In-Ho, alongside his wife, were going to visit Mal-Soon and Jun-Ho together. The couple was now standing in front of the door of the small, familiar house they both knew so well, waiting for someone to open it for them. “Coming!” A familiar voice sounded inside. The door opened, “Oh, dears, you’re finally here!” It was Mal-Soon, with that peculiar tone of warmth and welcoming she used when they were visiting. The oldest woman made a quick movement, indicating to them to go inside.

The next ten minutes led to a quiet conversation. Just talking about everyday things like work, family, friends… But In-Ho had something—or rather someone—around in his mind. And obviously, he changed the topic. “Eomeoni, it’s Jun-Ho doing well? Lately he barely answers my calls.” The elder woman looked at him a bit disconcerted. “Is that so? Don’t mind him, dear. He’s at that age.” She said while she prepared the tea for the three of them.

“Mmh...” In-Ho hummed. “Well, at least he could try to pretend he still cares for me.” He continued, with a smirk on his face. Mal-Soon let out a low laugh. “Oh, you know how teenagers are at this age. And don’t tell him I told you this, but…” The woman lowered her tone. “I think he’s in love.” A smile escaped from In-Ho’s lips. “He can be so ready to read sometimes.”

“Ohhh… Maybe he even has a girlfriend, who knows?” In-Ho’s wife commented, with an amused expression. The man glanced at the woman in front of him with a raised eyebrow and with that slight playful light in his eyes. “Guess I’ll have to investigate that.” In-Ho blinked an eye to her, already standing up from his chair. Of course, this woman would always be his right-hand man. “Please, let us know in detail.” She said with a simple smile, letting a small laugh out. “Don’t take too much advantage of him, In-Ho.” His stepmother let it out aloud and In-Ho just smiled at the little advice.

He walked towards Jun-Ho’s bedroom. The room’s door was opened, then he poked his head out but there was no sight of the teenager. At that moment, the young man heard something coming from the room next door. In-Ho recognised it immediately. His old room. He noticed the door was slightly open and walked there without hesitation. Slowly he started to open it.

Then he saw him. His little brother.

And for some strange reason, there was a bunch of In-Ho’s old clothes, the ones he wore when he was Jun-Ho’s age or maybe a little bit older, all of it thrown on the floor, while the wardrobe was opened wide. And there was Jun-Ho in the middle of the disaster, one knee bent.

In-Ho crossed his arms as he leaned on the doorframe, one eyebrow raised. “Ahem.”

Jun-Ho raised his head and looked up the exact moments he heard that familiar voice. “Hyung…” The young boy was still wearing his school uniform, with his tie undone and his hair a mess. “What a disaster you are…” In-Ho murmured, almost for himself. “What were you doing exactly?”

“Nothing.” The teenager said, getting to his feet quickly. “Nothing? This doesn’t look like nothing.” The elder responded while his gaze swept over the chaos that was now lying now on the room’s floor and shifted it back to the younger of the two.

“I was… looking for more clothes.” Jun-Ho said, aparting his sight from his older brother’s. “And why is that exactly? Don’t you already have enough clothes?”

“Not really—”

Before he could say more, In-Ho ran a hand to Jun-Ho’s side, making him squirm slightly. “You’re sure?” He knew perfectly how things were gonna turn. He just wanted to annoy him, like a good big brother should do—or so he liked to tell himself. And to be fair, he was already missing spending some time with his baby brother.

“Hyung—D-don’t do thahat!” the boy said quickly as he laughed nervously.

“Namdongsaeng, you should ask for my permission first, you know.” In-Ho started to nudge him softly towards the bedroom’s bed.

“Nahaha—Stop, stop—!” Jun-Ho blurted, his words being interrupted by his own nervous laughter.

“Oh, no, no, no, no. Not until you tell me why you wanted my old clothes…” In-Ho taunted. “Come on! Tell me and I’ll let you go.” In-Ho ‘advertised’ him in a teasing tone, now holding him by the wrists. But the only thing Jun-Ho could do now was try to free himself from his brother’s hold.

In-Ho had already caught him in his own grip, pinning him down, almost in a ridiculous way for Jun-Ho. “You’re gonna have to tell me what’s happening, namdongsaeng!” He started to pinch Jun-Ho’s ribs, an area In-Ho knew too well. “You barely answer my messages now,” In-Ho insisted. “What’s going on?”

“Nahahaha— I-it’s nohohothihing—” Desperate giggles escaped involuntarily from Jun-Ho’s mouth. In-Ho chuckled at the sigh in front of him. Gosh, it was just more than a few weeks not seeing his dearly brother but he was already missing to pick on him. Also it was so easy for him to get some laughs and smiles out of the boy—something he loved to hear and see.

In-Ho moved one of his hands from Jun-Ho’s ribs to his waist while the other was busy tickling one of the other’s knees.

“PlehehEeaseee— H-hyuuUng! Staha—” Jun-Ho wasn’t capable of finishing the sentence, in part because of the sensations he was getting and his own laugh, but also because of his elder brother, who interrupted him. “I think you must be lying to me, ‘cause a little bird told me someone’s falling in love…”

“ShuhuUhut u-up!”

“Ah? Then it’s true? Awww” The older kept mocking him, now changing the spot. His neck. Another bad spot for the poor kid. Jun-Ho’s little and desperate giggles started becoming more fluent and a bit louder, without being outrageous.

“You know, namdongsaeng… One of the symptoms of being in love is to feel butterflies in your stomach” The older declared, intensifying the “attack”. “Are you feeling butterflies?”

“Leheheave mehehEhe alOohohone!” He said through his tittering. Jun-Ho would never admit it out loud, but it may be right that he always enjoys this type of moments with his big brother. Even if it’s just a little. Though those stupid teasings were kind of embarrassing him.

After a few minutes, In-Ho decided to stop and give the youngest a break. Jun-Ho’s cheeks were now tinted a light red and there was still a wide smile on his face.

In-Ho let himself fall next to him, while Jun-Ho tried to catch his breath.

“When you get married I will tell your wife you’re ticklish.”

The teen shot him a threatening look and In-Ho just murmured a laugh.

Yep, this was exactly what they both needed.

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Awww I love these-

@ryoko-loves-roses HERE ARE THE IN-HO’S HEADCANONS !!!!

In-Ho’s Tickle Headcanons

• Okay, In-Ho is an EVIL ler. That’s a fact. But when I say EVIL, I really mean it. Personally, I would say he’s a 100% ler without doubting, but I also have to say that everyone has their weaknesses and this man is no exception.

• His neck is his WORST spot and many pokes in a row in his ribs can make him let out a few laughs.

• Clearly, his favourite person to tickle is none other than his dearly little brother Jun-Ho. Is worth to mention that he was such a playful ler to him, though Jun-Ho couldn’t even try to give him back a few tickles because the man would destroy him with MORE tickles.

• A fun fact is that one time Jung-Bae tried to tickle In-Ho and the poor man just received a long death stare with an awkward silence.

• And now some “fluff”, In-Ho’s second favourite person to tickle was his dearly wife 🥹. Only the sound of her laughter made him melt. He really tickled her often. It was like part of his love language <3.

• Since he was a cop, I feel like he liked to do “ticklish interrogations” with his lees (Jun-Ho and his wife) but obviously in a playful way. For example, sometimes, if he knew Jun-Ho was hiding anything from him he would just start tickling him this way.

• More than once his ‘annoying older brother’ energy would come out and whenever he visited Mal-Soon and Jun-Ho in the mornings to eat breakfast together, he would immediately go wake up Jun-Ho with tickles.

And right now I couldn’t think of more so I guess that’s all I have to say about In-Ho!

I’m currently working on a Hwang Bros tkl fic, if I published it would someone read it?

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hearing the word “tickle” in normal conversation gives me heart palpitations

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OMG NAWWWWWW

TYSM to @bttbsd for telling me about this clip😭😭🙏

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NAWWWWWWWWW 🥹🥹🥹

The draw in the question 🫱

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Yes!!!

Should i post my lee Jun-hee, ler Dae-ho draw or should i wait for a two combo post?

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👀👀👀👀👀

I need this drawing-

Should i post my lee Jun-hee, ler Dae-ho draw or should i wait for a two combo post?

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Awww my bro’s

Final Reunion

Lee!In-Ho + Ler!Jun-Ho

A/N: so wow... this is the longest fic ive ever created AND I had to make the banner because I guess there wasnt one of S3 😭 honestly, these two have my whole heart. I love what their relationship could've been like and its fun to imagine their relationship before the games... I hope you all like this fic and please let me know if you'd like to see more!!!

Summary : After years of searching for his older brother who shot him off a cliff years prior, he was somehow successful in capturing him. Interrogation was always Jun-Ho's thing, but a sudden 'secret' gets rediscovered from In-Ho's past as Jun-Ho tried to figure out the answer to the question we've all been wondering: why.

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His heart was beating out of his chest.

The words kept clouding his head.

“If you search any further into these games, you will die.”

Jun-Ho knew that. He knew that, but for some reason, he didn’t want to leave without a reason. It was killing him that he didn’t have one. At this point, he’d settle for anything. Anything if it means getting his brother back.

Focusing on the task at hand, he didn’t know how to steer a boat. Just a few minutes ago, he shot what he assumed to be the person that saved him- Captain Park, in the back of the head. It turns out that his brother sent him, and for what? At this point, he was willing to use all the force necessary to meet him face-to-face, again…

Right now, his crew only consisted of him and Mr.Kim… while all the others were caught in the crossfire when Captain Park rampaged on all of them. Luckily, Jun-Ho was one step ahead and shot him first.

Kim groaned as he stood up with an injured leg, holding onto the boat’s edge for support. Trying not to tear his gaze away from the foggy atmosphere so he could steer, Jun-Ho hissed at him to sit down.

“Sit.” His voice was calm, but stern. “You just got shot, Kim.”

In retaliation, he rolled his eyes, huffing out a sarcastic response. “..What? Are you the boss now or something?”

Jun-Ho’s eyes narrowed, his hands gripping the steering wheel as he tried not to crash into a bloody obstacle-

“Look around you. Do you see anyone else?” A beat of silence. “Thought so.”

Kim was silent for just a moment. “Do you know where we’re going? To find that island, right?”

Jun-Ho let out a sigh. “When I asked Park about it earlier… he said specifically not to look in the south area, so…” He paused, quickly turning the steering wheel again in a quite rough fashion to avoid hitting a rock, making Kim hold on for dear life-

“Since I know he was secretly plotting against us, I think it’s best to look in that area, yeah?”

Hm. Made enough sense, right?

Everything is reported to the Frontman. Even though Park wasn’t alive to say it himself, he was quickly told about his… whereabouts. In-Ho didn’t know what he expected, really. He always saw his brother as determined and strong against all odds, even if they weren’t in his favor. In other circumstances, he would’ve been... proud, to say the least. But now? It was getting dangerously close. Surely Jun-Ho wouldn’t be able to find the island in time, right?

Well, In-Ho should know one thing - Never doubt a prideful and determined man.

After the phone call about Park’s demise, In-Ho put on his mask again before walking out of the room, striding down the long hallway. He knew the games were still going on and that it was only a matter of time before 456 made one. final. decision.

..Even so, In-Ho never made it to that room.

SMACK!!

In-Ho has always been aware of his surroundings, but my guess is he got too cocky- maybe too urgent to get back and declare the games as finished?

Jun-Ho stood above the unconscious, masked man. His breath was ragged, almost as if he ran all the way here. Kim quickly caught up to him, freezing at the scene in front of him.

What he saw left him shocked.

Jun-Ho, with a metal object in his hand, was standing over the unconscious body of the man he assumed was the mastermind behind all of this.

“..Did you- did you kill him-?” That question made Jun-Ho snap back to reality, quickly bending down and feeling his brother’s pulse.

“No… he’s just knocked out, -”

Kim scoffed, walking forward, but making sure his voice was barely above a whisper.

“There are people coming this way- We’ve got to hide-”

With no choice, Jun-Ho dropped the item he used to knock out In-Ho, trying his best to support all his weight as he carried him to the first unlocked room he could spot within his eyesight.

Kim helped him, supporting In-Ho’s second arm.

As they entered the room, they could see how dim the lights were, but luckily, it looked like a spare room… a few tables and chairs around, but other than that, no people to worry about.

Carefully, Jun-Ho set In-Ho on the floor, letting out a tired exhale. This time, he got to have a real good look at the man he once called his hyung.

If only I supported him, if only I didn’t get sick, if only-

His thoughts were interrupted by his partner, Kim, placing a chair next to him.

“Here. I’ll go find some rope.” The comment alone made Jun-Ho’s eyebrow raise. “Rope? Why would we need-” But Kim interrupted him.

“Do you really think we’d let this bastard roam free?”

With no choice, Jun-Ho stood up, grabbing In-Ho under the arms and placing him on the chair. That’s when Kim came with the rope, tying his hands behind the head of the chair, then moving on to tie his ankles to the chair legs-

This was … an uneasy sight, to say the least. Jun-Ho just stared at his limp brother, feeling that familiar burn of sorrow in his chest. He stepped forward once Kim was done with the ties, moving to remove his mask, but then he paused, glancing towards Kim again.

“..I want you to call the others. Call whoever you can, okay? Clear out the area.”

In truth, Jun-Ho was still skeptical about the entirety of his brother’s identity, not wanting to let Kim know.. At least not now.

Hearing the demand, Kim nodded. “Got it.”

Finally, with Kim’s absence, Jun-Ho let out a sigh - a sound that held the emotions he’s been keeping in all these years.

Finally, and with just a hint of hesitation, he removed the black mask that was keeping In-Ho’s face hidden. It fell to the floor with a clank.

Jun-Ho’s face softened subtly, looking at the tired and wrinkled face underneath the mask… his brother.

He let out a sigh, trying to think of what he would say first when In-Ho woke up. I mean.. What could he say? Ask him why he did what he did. God, he was so frustrated, angry, disappointed… all in one.

Jun-Ho knew he didn’t have a lot of time, especially since the games were going to end soon. He couldn’t help but think along the way that he had changed his priorities. Did he really care about stopping the games, or only getting his brother back?

He tried to put these thoughts aside, tapping In-Ho’s cheek gently.

“Hey…” He muttered, trying to wake him from his unconsciousness. “Wake up.”

Eventually, In-Ho groaned, slowly growing out of his unconsciousness while also trying to gather his senses. His head hurt like hell, along with his eyes being blurry- I mean, he got knocked out. What did he expect? He was definitely going to beat himself up for not looking at his surroundings… hence what got him into this situation.

For the first time in years, the brothers were now face to face.

In-Ho’s eyes widened when he saw his little brother in front of him, not being able to mask his surprise, and maybe… guilt?

“..Jun-Ho..?” His voice was still raspy from being hit in the head-

Jun-Ho tried to keep his stern expression, standing up. “Hello again, brother.” His voice was now cold, a big contrast from his usual, stern speaking voice.

“I really thought you’d be too smart to end up in a situation like this.” His words were almost taunting as he glared daggers down at his older brother, a man he once called his idol.

As a reflex, In-Ho tensed in his bonds, but of course, he couldn’t escape. They were too tight.

The older looked up at his little brother, his eyes narrowing. As much as he tried to stop himself, he couldn’t help but feel a sick sense of pride at his little brother’s diligence. He honestly did not expect this at all. He knew his brother was strong, and could handle himself… but sneaking into a deadly death game for the 2nd time AND capturing the mastermind behind it all? Props to him.

In-Ho let out a shaky sigh. For the first time in years, he felt almost scared. Jun-Ho could do anything now, and even though In-Ho thought his younger brother wouldn’t hurt him purposefully, he didn’t want to put it past him.

“..Junnie, listen-”

At the affectionate name from his childhood, Jun-Ho’s heart clenched, cutting his brother’s words off with his own.

“No. You had PLENTY of chances to talk.” *His voice began to grow heavier, almost desperate.

“You could’ve reached out - when I met you on that cliff, instead of shooting me, you could’ve - you could’ve..” *He trailed off, his fists clenching.

“...You could’ve talked to me, hyung.”

At his last words, In-Ho’s face softened, then hardened again.

“..it’s more complicated than that, dongsaeng.”

Jun-Ho glared at him with a brotherly anger that couldn’t be described.

“How the fuck is it? I mean- you disappeared without a trace, forcing me to come and find you myself.” Here, he walked forward dramatically, dropping to In-Ho’s eye level.

“I want you to tell me why. Why did you do this? What happened?”

A beat of silence followed. The older man then lowered his head.

“..I can’t, I’m sorry.”

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..

…

Jun-Ho suddenly gripped onto In-Ho’s shoulder, a wave of anger washing over him. Though he didn’t notice it, his fingers were digging into the skin of the right side of his brother’s neck-

“You are going to tell me whether you like it or not.” His fingers only gripped harder, but what he didn’t expect is for his hyung to bite his lip - wh… is he… is he trying not to laugh right now?! How dare he-

“Are you serious??!”

And at that, Jun-Ho dug harder, not understanding how he was accidentally tickling the older man.

“Wait- EHGha-”

Jun-Ho froze, his hand stilling. “..What was that..”

A wave of utter embarrassment washed over In-Ho’s face, realizing he just laughed at something so utterly childish and stupid…

“...Nothing.”

.

“No, no… I heard it.” Jun-Ho’s face turned from confused to amused within a split second.

“Are you seriously ticklish still? How old are you again?” His tone was teasing, a smirk making its way to his lips. God, he had to try this.

Seeing how his little brother’s hand was getting closer and closer to his neck, In-Ho’s body tensed.

“No. No. Jun-Ho, I swear to god-”

Jun-Ho tilted his head, smiling mockingly. “Tell me, In-Ho. Why? Why did you do it?”

As he asked the question we all wanted the answer to, his fingers began to drum on the right side of In-Ho’s neck again, this time with purpose.

In-Ho couldn’t help it - he was cursed with being too damn ticklish. He burst into low giggles, trying to double over and hide his embarrassing smile.

“Fuhuhuck-”

If this weren’t a dire situation, Jun-Ho would’ve definitely called this adorable. He smirked, turning the tapping into light scribbles with his nails, which effectively made his brother’s laughter move up an octave.

“SHiIHIHIit-!! JUHUHUn-HOHOHO-!” Jesus Christ. This was gold -

“You still haven’t answered my question, hyung…”

Jun-Ho had to hold the chair steady to make sure In-Ho didn’t knock it over from how hard he was laughing, and by a few scribbles nonetheless.

When he didn’t get a response other than embarrassing laughter from the older, Jun-Ho decided to kick it up a notch…

Jun-Ho moved to his sides, using his free hand to dig into the soft fabric, holding in a laugh when In-Ho squealed -

“THiIHIs IHIHIS RIHIIDICULOHOOUs-! PLEHEheEASE!”

At this point, In-Ho would rather be beaten up, because it would definitely be less embarrassing than this -

In-Ho rocked in his chair - it was a pitiful, humiliating sight, but Jun-Ho knew they were on a time crunch, so he went for a spot he’d know would make his big brother scream.

Jun-Ho dropped by his brother’s side, smirking up at him.

“You have one last chance, In-Ho.” With that being said, he positioned a hand right above the older one’s left knee, hovering just above his sensitive kneecap.

God, this was too humiliating.

In-Ho’s eyes widened in panic as he spoke. “..N-Nohohoo. Dohongsaeng. Please-”

Wow. Seeing his usually stern and cold brother giggling and pleading with him was… almost adorable.

Without wasting another moment, Jun-Ho attacked. His hand gripped In-Ho’s knee, softly squeezing right under his kneecap in a repetitive and relentless motion-

In-Ho fucking screamed, a high-pitched cackle escaping his mouth. It was so bad that Jun-Ho was worried others would find them from how loud it was-

“FUUHHUUHUHUHUHUUCK!!”

He rocked back and forth in his chair, but barely went anywhere since Jun-Ho was holding it down.

“All you have to do is talk, brother… or are you too stubborn to do it?”

He had a knowing grin on his face, which In-Ho badly wanted to kick-

“Everything you’ve done led up to this, big brother. I just want to know why you did what you did. Why did you shoot me? Why didn’t you reach out?”

As Jun-Ho continued to talk, In-Ho’s laughter got higher and louder, resulting in him losing the rest of his goddamn sanity-

And finally, when Jun-Ho began to scrape his nails underneath his knee, he cracked.

“OHOHOHOHOHOKAY!! IHIHILL TAHAHALK-!!”

Finally. But, to his dismay, Jun-Ho chuckled lowly, his hand scraping faster. He made sure to hold In-Ho’s leg still so he couldn’t accidentally (or purposefully) knee him in the face-

“You’ll talk? Finally?” Jun-Ho admired how In-Ho’s face scrunched up in a ticklish, childish fashion every single time he scratched underneath his knee, chuckling darkly.

He decided to use his other hand that wasn’t scratching to scribble on the side of In-Ho’s neck.

His laughter kept getting louder, trying his damn hardest to get away even though he knew it was utterly useless.

“IHIHII SAHAHAHAID IHIHIIHILL TAHAHALK-!! PLEHEHEEEASE!!”

What a humiliating sight.

“Oh, I heard you, hyung.” His hands continued to simultaneously torment his brother, until finally, finally coming to a stop.

He stood up, looking down at the sight in front of him - his brother, someone usually so stoic and smart, was reduced to a puddle of laughter.

“Now talk.”

In-Ho’s head was lowered as he tried to gather his bearings, though it was hard.

“..fuuhuck..” He choked out, inhaling a greedy lungful of air before finally speaking to his little brother.

“..w-when did you become so… merciless, Jun-Ho?-”

It was a stupid question, honestly. I mean, there was a lot of pent-up frustration that Jun-Ho has been keeping in, especially towards his big brother.

“Well, when you spend years wondering why the only person you loved hurt you, you could go insane.”

Finally, with no choice, In-Ho began to talk.

“..I didn’t want to hurt you, Jun-Ho.”

He tried to look his little brother in the eye after all these years, even if it was hard. Once he did, all he saw was disappointment, understandably, and maybe a hint of… guarded affection.

Jun-Ho sat down parallel to In-Ho again, listening to him more clearly now.

“Then… why did you do it, hyung? I searched for months after you disappeared, and even when you shot me off a cliff, I came back! Can’t you see how much you MEAN to me?”

His voice got louder as he got more emotional, but In-Ho just sat there with a newfound expression on his face - guilt.

“..I didn’t ask you to do that.” For some reason, that comment enraged the younger. He stood up, suddenly gripping In-Ho’s shoulders again.

“You didn’t have to because I LOVE you-!!”

…

A beat of silence passed between the two brothers; Jun-Ho was first to break the silence.

“..y-you..” He paused, “..when… when you love someone… You go above and beyond for them, hyung.-”

Even though he didn’t want to admit it, his eyes began to glisten with tears.

“Ever since I was little, I admired you. I became a damn cop because of you, In-Ho!! So how can you say that??”

In-Ho knew that. Of course, he knew that. I mean, In-Ho practically raised his little brother. He knew all about his dreams, desires, likes, dislikes, and so on.

When Jun-Ho felt himself starting to cry, he let go of In-Ho’s shoulders, looking away. In-Ho’s guilty expression softened into one of sorrow.

“...this place changes you, Jun-Ho. It shows you the worst possible version of humanity. The greed, the sacrifice, the betrayal.”

As he spoke, he looked directly into Jun-Ho’s eyes.

“I knew that if I came back, you wouldn’t like who i’ve become. I’m not the caring man you once knew, Jun-Ho. I hurt you once; why would you let me hurt you again?”

Jun-Ho’s heart broke at those words, a sigh escaping his mouth.

“...you’re my brother, I’ll always love you.. Even if I have to tickle you to death to make you understand it-”

An amused, subtle smile tugged at In-Ho’s lips, which Jun-Ho returned it.

Before anyone could say anything else, Kim burst through the door.

“Detective Hwang-! We have to leave- now.!”

Hearing that warning, Jun-Ho quickly loaded his gun, glancing at In-Ho.

“Im going to let you go, but if you try to run, im going to tackle you to the ground, understood?-”

He knew he had no choice. God, he was the stern frontman. A man everyone feared, and yet he was taken down by his brother just because he has a soft hard? Pathetic.

He let out a sigh, nodding.

Quickly, he was untied, and in replacement was Jun-Ho's tight hold on his arm.

For one final time, he muttered.

“Let's go home, hyung.”

and for the first time, In-Ho didnt complain.

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THIS.

I will never rb a tickle fic if there is no established consent.

In the case of playful tickling, given the character/s involved are aware that the lee is enjoying themselves and are motivated by a desire to make them happy, I use the words “stop” and “enough” to distinguish between playful banter (stop) and a legitimate withdrawal of consent (enough).

Glorifying non-consensual touching of any kind is dangerous.

Harmful tickling should not be glorified.

Tickle community, I need to talk to you.

If you’re anything like me, you have a reaction to all sorts of tickling, which we can’t help. BUT. We can choose which type of tickling to not glorify.

Tickling is a broad spectrum. It’s something done to babies and intimate, consenting adults. It can be used for play or as a genuine torture method. The two tickle types are so wildly different, but there’s instances where they can overlap: in fiction.

Take the iconic tickle belt episode of SpongeBob. It’s being used as a torture method, but here’s the catch: it’s cartoony. In cartoons, being amused by one’s misfortune isn’t harmful, as that’s what many cartoons are centered around (prime example: Tom & Jerry). So silly tickle torture wouldn’t be much different from an anvil falling on someone’s head. Fine in cartoons, but very not fine in reality.

And here’s another thing: context. When someone is suffering in fiction, the appeal isn’t the suffering itself, but the narrative context of it. That’s why torture and the most atrocious things you can imagine are normalized in fiction. But when a person has an interest in seeing agony because it makes them feel ✨a certain way✨, especially when this agony is genuine but downplayed in its context… I don’t think that’s a good thing.

What made me think to post this was a tickle fic I read in which one character tickle tortured the other, not only against his consent, but against his will.

And people were calling it cute.

At first, I was blinded by it, too. The ler was a mischievous character, but tickling is a very dangerous mischief outlet if done incorrectly. But once I picked up on the fact that the “lee” absolutely did not want to be tickled, his begs for it to stop and the line: “He couldn’t stand it anymore.” Hit me like a frying pan. And then I had an even worse realization:

This was conceptually the same as sexual assault.

And people thought it was cute.

People thought tickle rape is cute.

My dear fellow tickle bugs, I implore you to be mindful of the content you consume and create. No means No can be complicated with tickling, so observe the context and make sure that the content that you’re craving isn’t glorifying non-consent.

Be safe, my friends.

•part 2 post regarding masochism•

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You’re not weird for liking tickles. You’re not doing anything wrong. If it causes no harm and brings you joy, there’s nothing to feel bad about. <3

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gay people things

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Easy Baby

Reblog first, like later please, reblogs do more

Here's who I write for

Requested by @ivyprofennn

Agi Beli means Baby Berry

Hyun-ju has been observant since her early adulthood, since she'd joined the military being aware of everything happening around her became second nature for her. While Gyeong-seok noticed little things about her that he found endearing, Hyun-ju noticed everything, things that she found endearing, worrying, annoying, ext. One thing she'd noticed is when Gyeong-seok gets stressed he has a hard time sitting still, even though he tries so hard.

"Babe, talk to me, what's bothering you?" Hyun-ju says, sitting next to him on the couch, she'd picked up on his constant fidgeting and bouncing knee, he was biting the hell out of his lip also. Hyun-ju gently tugged his bottom from his teeth with her thumb, running it over the abused lip.

"What makes you think something's bothering me?" He looked at her with big eyes, trying to school his features to a calm, innocent look. Hyun-ju gave him a look which had him avoiding eye contact, he didn't even know why he'd asked, he knew she could read him like a book from knowing him 3 weeks.

"Hun, even Na-yeon has noticed, what's going on?" She asked again, rubbing his shoulders and squeezing his hand.

"I sent one of my paintings to that competition, I'm waiting for the response on how it did." He confessed, absent-mindedly playing with Hyun-ju's fingers.

"You know you can talk to me right?" She asked, running her fingers through his hair on the back of his head with her nails.

"I know, I just didn't want to bother you with something that feels so stupid to be stressed over." His voice almost a whine as he let his head fall onto her shoulder, muscles relaxing at the smell of his cologne, on his shirt she was wearing, and her soaps.

"If it's bothering you, it's not stupid, we talked about this." She replied, using her mom voice on him a bit. Her hand drifting down to tease the sides his neck with her fingertips, smiling softly as his quiet giggles tumbled out when he scrunched his shoulders up.

"Hehehey! Cohome ohohon! Ihihi'm fihine!" He whined, trying to nudge her fingers away with his shoulders. Hyun-ju only moved her fingers up, tracing over his ears.

"I think you need this, take your mind off everything." She hummed, keeping her touch relatively light.

"Hyuhuhun-ju..." He tittered quietly, turning his face into her shoulder. Trying to blindly swat at her hands.

"Hush, I'm planning on being nice, if you keep whining I might change my mind~" Hyun-ju teased, running her nails over the sensitive skin of his shoulder blades. He jumped at the sensation, biting back his whine, tucking his face into her neck, squeezing and releasing the fabric of his shirt she was wearing.

"You don't squirm much when I'm nicer, you get cuddly instead, it's cute~" She cooed, lightly dragging her nails along his side, pausing when he whined into her neck.

"Aahhh, what did I say earlier~?" She teased, squeezing his side just under his ribs.

"AH NO SOHOHOHORRY SOHOHOHORRY SOHOHOHORRY!" Gyeong-seok instinctively curl into a ball, Hyun-ju stopping with airy giggles, rubbing his back instead.

"Mommy, why is Daddy yelling?" Na-yeon asked from behind the couch, clutching her strawberry pillow, trying to peer over the armrest to see if he's hurt.

"He's ok Agi Beli" She soothed, picking Na-yeon up, sitting her on her lap, tapped Gyeong-seok on the temple to get him to turn his head so they could see him.

"See? He's alright, he's just very ticklish, that's all." Gyeong-seok gave Hyun-ju a heatless glare, a light pink blush coloring his cheeks, a small smile pulling at his lips when Hyun-ju demonstrates it to Na-yeon, pulling light bubbly giggles from the 4 year old. The soft atmosphere interrupted by Gyeong-seok's text tone. He picked it up, reading his text.

"...I won." He whispered, showing Hyun-ju his phone to confirm he wasn't seeing things.

"Oh my god, you got first place! You won!" Hyun-ju's excitement confirming the message, the three now cheering happily at his achievement.

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THE TAGS ARE IMACULATE

action movie trope where Character A is tied up by the bad guys and one of them (Character B) decides to threaten them to get them to talk, and makes a big show of readying this scary-looking tazer while A is trying to stay stoic even though they know they're in deep shit. B takes the tazer and jabs it into their chest. A reels backward from the force and slumps forward and is... laughing? B dumbly watches as A starts losing themself to hysterics. confused and angry, B begins jabbing A all over their torso trying to figure out what's wrong with it while A wriggles and laughs more desperately than before. finally, B stops and stares at the tazer in confusion, and A catches their breath thinking these guys can't be serious. later after A is rescued by their team, it's revealed that someone on their team swapped out the real tazor with a tickle-tazor in order to buy time and keep A out of harm's way

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🚨 LER PEDRO PASCAL ALERT 🚨 completed with him saying, loud and clear, “you’re ticklish!” while tickling Ebon Moss-Bachrach on the FF red carpet 😫😫😫😫😫

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THIS

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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE.

But this is canon ok

Fic idea I’m doing!!:

During starry night, gi-hun is tracking dae-ho down. He is HELLBENT on finding and killing this man.

But upon actually tackling him, having him under him, feeling the jerk of his chest as he’s crying and begging? He realises he can’t do it. How COULD he? Dae-ho was such an integral part of his team…he can’t just fucking kill him.

So instead- he tickles him. Like, mercilessly tickles him. Because he can’t KILL this man, the man who’s been with him during all the previous rounds, the man who’s been so in awe of him, the man who just wanted to be part of his sad little group.

He tickles the SHIT outta him, until dae-ho can’t take anymore, to the point he can hardly laugh coherently and is snorting (I mean, gi-hun still harbours resentment for him, it’s not all sunshine and rainbows you guys) and when he stops…?

He makes sure he kills somebody else.

BUT, It’s a hider who’s already been too injured- one that has no chance in surviving- so it’s more a mercy killing than an ‘I’m killing to win’ scenario (because canon Gi-hun isn’t going to kill an innocent)

Dae-ho survives. Gi-hun doesn’t kill him. Dae-ho carries jun-hee across the rope bridge and everybody lives happily ever after.

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I’ve said this before but this fic is TOP TIER.

This shit is so brilliant you wouldn’t even have to be a Squid Game fan to love it!!

And tysm 😊

Still a human

Ler!In-Ho Lee!Gi-Hun

A/N: ACTUALLY the one who inspired me to do this it’s my luv @letupabit 🫠 And her renting about intense tickles… It’s usually not something which I’m writing about but *this one* was a pure fluff and *this one* was intense but the whole plot and feeling description was like cotton candy (BTW!!! This “cotton candy one” is not only my fic ofc but it’s our legendary child of brainstorming with my darling @secretly-tword-obsessed WHO ALSO EDITED THIS CURRENT FIC FOR ME AGAIN 😭💔 GIVE THIS GIRL HER CREDIT PLEASE, SHE’S ONE OF THE SLAYEST PERSON EVER) AND I think the next after this one is gonna be pure fluff again (cause I have some idea AFTER ALL THIS TIME)

But I can’t fighting myself anymore I wanna write and post THIS… (and it’s still not the most intense tickling in the world and it’s not that intense as I expected according the idea but I’m still learning)

SO!!! I hope you’ve seen that backstage photos of LJJ in the frontmen’s suit (that was rude…) and remember how this shot which I pinned to this fic produced the theories about In-Ho’ll go to talk to him while everyone playing the game.

So this is my tickle-coded version of the plot where no one lets Gi-Hun to play the keys and knifes and he’s waiting for the Frontman will come and offer him to work together now… OR to force him 👀

Read this only if you don’t mind about the handcuffs and intense non-consensual tickles❗️❗️❗️

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It was all over. He lost three years ago when he was the last survivor and got all this bloody money. He lost a year after that, when he didn't get on that plane.

He lost a few days ago when he decided to return to the games. He’d rather die. In fact, he was already a living corpse, sitting here, on the floor, handcuffed to the bed, not saying a word in the last few hours. How humiliating.

That's all Seong Gi-Hun was thinking about, looking at the back of the last players who were leaving the room for a new terrible game. At first it seemed that only the lack of opportunity for him to vote was a sufficient humiliation and punishment, but it turned out that whoever was the host of all these games, he was clearly against the further participation of player 456.

Gi-Hun lowered his head. He didn't sleep that night. But neither did he think about anything instead. What was happening in his head could hardly be called thoughts. He tormented and gnawed himself from the inside. He hated himself, he hated his life, he hated these games, he hated this world.

Now it seemed that all this had reached its limit and Gi-Hun could hardly sleep properly, but his body still let him down, reminding him that he was still just a human being. So he couldn't tell how much time had passed before he heard how the front door quietly slid away. Gi-Hun opened his swollen eyes with difficulty and raised his head. He wouldn't be surprised if he saw the surviving players coming back. To be honest, he wouldn't be surprised at all. Never again.

EXCEPT by what he actually saw when the door was re-shut.

The Frontman walked straight to him. The knock of his heels echoed through the half-empty room and Gi-Hun was almost surprised at how quickly not only visual, but also auditory hallucinations overtook him. So that's how madness comes. Well, it's not surprising that it ended up happening.

The delusion came close to the bed, to which Gi-Hun was chained. And stopped, looking straight at him from top to bottom.

"Seong Gi-Hun?"

Gi-Hun forced himself to focus his gaze on the face hidden by a black mask. If now he saw hallucinations, why couldn't it be his daughter or Jung-Bae or at least Yong-Il, for whose death he for some reason blamed himself no less, although he had known him for a very short time? Why did it have to be the man he so desperately wanted to see and destroy every day for the past three years, the man who brought him nothing but pain?

"Seong Gi-Hun! It seems to me that yesterday our dialogue failed", the mechanical voice changed by the mask continued to speak. The hand in the black glove took out a small key from his pocket. Was it really the key to the handcuffs? Although it didn't matter. Gi-Hun didn't care at all.

“Are you ready to come with me? We definitely have something to discuss!”

Gi-Hun shook his head weakly, hoping that the hallucination would disappear, but that didn’t happen. The frontman just continued to stand there, seemingly waiting for his answer, before unlocking the handcuffs.

“You don't exist...”, said Gi-Hun, although after so many hours of silence these words were unexpectedly difficult for him to pronounce.

“In what sense?”

“If you had come to kill me, you wouldn't have done it yourself. You’d have sent your soldiers. You could have killed me yesterday, but you decided that that would be too merciful for a bastard like you. Why would you need to come here alone, and also to free me, without the protection of your faithful dogs? And you wouldn't call me by my name. Of course, it would not be difficult to know what my name is, but why would you make such a ridiculous gesture of comradery?"

“Because I want to help you”, The Frontman answered very simply.

“Help?!”, If Gi-Hun could still laugh, that's exactly what he would have done now. But it seemed he would never laugh again... How wrong he was, “Fuck you, leave me alone”.

“You are very rude to a person who REALLY wants to help, Gi-Hun...”

“But why would you want that?”

The frontman froze in place for a few seconds, (the room had become so quiet that it felt like a little longer). Gi-Hun could almost hear the Frontman contemplating his next step. And then everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Gi-Hun watched how the frontman took off his hood, how he put his hands behind his head and unbuttoned the belts holding the sinister mask, how he squated down, finding himself on the same level with the former winner, and lowered the mask to the floor.

Young-Il and Gi-Hun silently looked into each other's eyes and Gi-Hun finally felt it. He realized that it wasn't a hallucination. And it was at this very moment that ALL his emotions suddenly returned to him at once. So abruptly and stunningly that there was too much to bear. He pulled back as far as those wretched handcuffs allowed and trembled, squeezing his fingers so that his nails painfully dug into his palms.

“My name is Hwang In-Ho”, Young-Il said calmly, not taking his eyes off Gi-Hun. “I don't want to kill you. And you don't want to die the way you think. I feel sorry for your friend. And everyone else. But it's not your fault. And it's not their fault. These are just horse races and they are just organized the way they are. And you are no longer a horse. You're human, Gi-Hun. You won't be able to be the same person as before. But you can do a lot more. Right now, I'm the only person who can help you, whether you want it or not!”

Gi-Hun wanted to say so much that in fact he couldn't say a single word. He just looked at the man whom he hated and had longed to kill for years - and whose death had killed him internally the day before.

“Come with me, Gi-Hun, we have a lot to discuss. But this is definitely not a conversation for this place. This room is no longer for you”.

In-Ho took off his gloves to let his fingers be more agile and unhooked the handcuffs from the bed, and for the first few seconds Gi-Hun just looked at him without even lowering his freed hand, only squeezing the iron beam of the bed instead. But after a few seconds he rushed forward, intending to cling to the frontman's neck. It didn't matter if Gi-Hun wouldn't have time to hear the Frontman’s last breath before the guards broke in here and finally shot him. That's the kind of finale Gi-Hun wanted.

However, the Frontman was obviously ready for this, and Gi-Hun was too weak and disoriented, so before he could jump to his feet, or at least knock the frontman to the floor with a quick push, he hit his back on the same bed to which he had been chained for the duration of the last day.

Waving his hands indiscriminately, Gi-Hun could not be stronger and faster than In-Ho, who was clearly ready for such a move, and after a few seconds the handcuffs clicked again, changing their position so that both Gi-Hun’s hands were directly above his head, bent at the elbows.

“Well, well...”, In-Ho sang with a voice of gloomy anticipation, in which something lese could be heard...disappointment? “I can't say that I didn't expect such a turn of events, but despite your broken state, you still have to be smarter than this! I am offering great prospects! I wanted to leave this for a more thorough conversation than now, in my office, but I can reveal the cards right now, if you're so stubborn! My recruiter is dead, as you know, and I need a new person for this place... You can go back to your normal life and visit the island only when you want too. Do you still believe in people? After everything you've seen and experienced?”

Gi-Hun didn't answer anything.

“Come on! You don't want me to use force, do you? I don't want to! But I'll just have to, if you throw yourself at me every time I open these handcuffs...”

Saying this, In-Ho seemed to have tried to sound soothing and even stroked Gi-Hun's shoulders, squeezing them with strong fingers. In fact, he would never have hurt Gi-Hun, and he didn't seem to be afraid of pain anymore. Gi-Hun was still breathing heavily after his failed escape attempt, but his face again did not express anything. It seems that In-Ho would even prefer to see hatred in him, but the eyes of player 456 were empty again, almost as if he was sleeping with his eyes open.

In-Ho didn't know what to do next... He would never torture Gi-Hun, despite his threats, he would have just called his soldiers to drag Gi-Hun away from here, but he didn't want to do that either... And then what? Gi-Hun HAD to follow him voluntarily. But this brooding face killed In-Ho and ruined his whole plan.

In-Ho once again squeezed Gi-Hun's shoulder, then shook it vigorously. Nothing.

“Gi-Hun?”

Nothing.

“Don't you want to talk to me anymore?”

Nothing.

In-Ho waved a hand in front of Gi-Hun’s face and didn’t get any reaction. He clapped suddenly, but Gi-Hun didn't even shudder. And then In-Ho remembered something...

A distant vague memory of how his younger brother refused to talk to him and the only thing that made him change his mind.

In-Ho slowly and carefully lowered his hands on Gi-Hun’s sides, just above the hip bones and squeezed them several times with force.

And Gi-Hun SQUEALED...

Well, thank God, there it is! It was that stupid that if In-Ho had thought about it for more than a few seconds, he would have blushed... No less than Gi-Hun himself.

In-Ho was DEFINITELY on the right track!

“What happened? No way someone's here is ticklish?” In-Ho grinned teasingly and if Gi-Hun wasn't so stunned and lost, he would be able to hear that the man's tone contained...relief?

“Ugh... NO!”

“No? Is that how it is? Okay, then you probably just squeaked for no reason when I did this-" In-Ho squeezed the same places again this time staying a little longer on the hip bone with one hand, while the second one was already crawling higher, scratching and climbing through his whole side.

Gi-Hun tilted his head back and laughed loudly with a high pitched laugh, rushing from side to side, despite the fact that the ruthless tickling from both sides at once deprived even this pathetic attempt of any meaning. In fact, to some extent this even made it worse, because it didn't escape In-Ho's attention.

“Where are you going? You're having so much fun, don't you? Such a sweet laugh! Don't you want to laugh so much after sitting here like a living corpse? We can delay our conversation and my persuasion for the sake of this!”

Gi-Hun could have expected anything, but NOT THIS... He tried to bite his lip, but it seemed that his nervous system, overloaded to the point of complete failure, made these sensations similar to electric discharges even more unbearable, so he had to abandon that attempt.

“DON'T!!! LE-HEHEHET ME GOOOHOHHAHAHA, YOU’RE SICK BASTAAHAHAHAHAHAHARD!”

“Already?? I let you go even before you got it, Gi-Hun, and what did I get as thanks? Now just be patient!”

“NohoooOOOOO”

“Oh-oh-oh... You sound very desperate, and it's just tickling!”

“SHUT UHAHAHAHAP!!!”

“Don't you like the way I talk to you? It's certainly better than your eternal silence! And what a good word, you just listen to how it sounds!! Tickle-tickle-tickle!”

Gi-Hun might have thought he had gone crazy yesterday, but it was only now that he had really lost it. He howled, screamed and, it seems, even whimpered, while frontman, (who was surprisingly very good at this), used all the existing tactics of tickling in the world all over his torso. It couldn't have been worse... At least until In-Ho decided to explore Gi-Hun’s belly. Taking advantage of the fact that the former winner could neither escape, nor try to push his hands away, nor cover himself, he began to dig all over its surface, bypassing only the navel (apparently deciding to leave it for later). In-Ho, to be very honest with himself, enjoyed every moment of this process. In addition, some techniques like light pinches sometimes did not work at all or worked worse than he would like. Although it was impossible to say for sure due to Gi-Hun's crazy laugh. However, as soon as In-Ho got tired of holding the T-shirt fabric with his fingers from time to time, instead of tracing the skin with his nails, he suddenly stopped, forcing Gi-Hun to cough from the sudden opportunity to breathe deeply.

"Oookay, let's lift this T-shirt! I think it's just getting in our way, isn't it?” In-Ho cooed in such a sweet voice that Gi-Hun trembled again.

"No need! NO," Gi-Hun whined, squeezing into the bed behind him with his whole body and choking on his own breath. It DID tickle, although right now no one was even touching him.

In-Ho, however, was only enticed by this. He laughed quietly and deeply, rolling up his T-shirt and exposing his trembling stomach and stick-like ribs (poor Gi-Hun... he surely hadn't looked this thin last time). In-Ho blinked quickly, surprised by this thought. Despite his... unusual activity, he actually did not like violence as such and never received pleasure from someone else's pain and suffering. The fact that now he really liked the way Gi-Hun's voice broke and trembled from such a simple and stupid thing as tickling was to say the least strange. He tried not to think about it.

"Well, how is that? Why not? I only propose to raise it a little while, and you already look like you're about to cry, like a little boy! What will happen when we take it off completely and it will also open your armpits? I dread to imagine!”

Gi-Hun closed his eyes and shook his head, either trying to let In-Ho know that he couldn't stand it anymore, or trying to shake all thoughts out of his head. To be honest, there were not so many thoughts there. Mainly - the thought of how stupid and pathetic he felt. Was he really about to cry from the light touches of other man’s fingers? How pathetic...

Obviously, closing his eyes was actually a big mistake, because a very slight, but very fast scratching on his now completely naked and defenceless belly was felt a thousand times stronger because of how suddenly it began. Gi-Hun arched his back, in fact only putting himself harder under his evil fingers because of this. In-Ho was too delighted not to voice it.

"What an amazing sensitivity, Seong Gi-Hun! You're just lucky that no one found out about it before me! Or do you consider it your omission? Are you bending towards me because you really want me to tickle you?”

It seemed that Gi-Hun was being tickled by even the word itself... He closed his eyes again and whined.

“Aaaww you poor ticklish thing! How hard it must be to handle my fingers on your tummy, right?” - hateful deep voice came to him

"THIS IS A TOHOHOHAHAHAHA... THIS IS A TORTURE AAAAAAAHAHAH", Gi-Hun shouted through a crazy laugh, twitching his hands so hard that the ringing of his handcuffs unpleasantly cut his eardrums.

“Torture?”, In-Ho raised an eyebrow, "What are you talking about? You understand that I'm not doing anything that bad, right? Just checking your ribs! I can see them too well, by the way, you haven't eaten well these three years! Even this is a greater torture for your body than a stupid tickle!", saying this, In-Ho was really exploring Gi-Hun's ribs already, as if walking over them from the bottom up, and then from top to bottom, and then again... Lingering longer only on those ribs, which, in his humble opinion, made the former winner make especially loud sobs and funny sounds.

"PLEHEHEHEHASE!!”

"Oh, well, be quiet, quiet, Gi-Hun! What is it? What are you asking for? "Please" what? Please don't forget any of your sweet ribs? Don't worry, we will definitely pay attention to each of them! We won't miss a single one!” In-Ho spread his fingers so wide that each of them fell on the next edge and began to drill them so firmly that it was almost painful. Almost. Gi-Hun might even have preferred if it had hurt, but it was still just unbearably ticklish and did not cause any visible harm.

"I BEG YOU, AHAHAHAHA… ANYWHERE BUAAHAHAHAHAHT NOT THERE!!!"

“Does this man still think he can choose? Very nice, Gi-Hun! But since I checked everything here and you're asking so politely, we can try something new! For example, your knees are completely bored, right?"

Gi-Hun, who had just barely breathed into his burning lungs, while In-Ho gave him a little respite for the duration of this speech (which, by the way, did not help so much, because the residual laughter was still echoing on the walls of the room) groaned exhaustedly.

The moan turned back into a scream, then a laugh, when both of In-Ho's hands roughly squeezed just a little above the kneecaps and remained just like that, squeezing again and again, then higher, then lower.

"Wow, does it tickle here too? What a pity!"

All Gi-Hun had time to think of was that he really didn't expect that he was so ticklish even there and this thought made him absolutely horrified..

"Oooh, you're crying," In-Ho sang sympathetically, taking away one of his hands to wipe the tear in the corner of Gi-Hun's eye, "Do you want a break?

“Yes, PLEHEHEHEEEASE!!”

“And come with me? Do you want to stop it altogether and come with me?”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHSH NEVER!!!”

In-Ho raised an eyebrow in surprise again. Although in general, for so many years, he should have stopped being surprised by anything frm this person.. But he was still full of surprises... It would be so fun working together!

“Wonderful! To be honest, despite the fact that I should be disappointed with another refusal, in fact it is getting better and better! So you're ready for a new round? Maybe I should call the guards to help me?.. Unfortunately, I only have two hands, and you have so many sensitive places! To be honest, I didn't know that you and I would ever be in such a situation, but now I'm very interested in what will happen if I tickle you here at the same time" In-Ho ran his wriggling fingers on both sides at once, "and here" to the horror of Gi-Hun's hands met on his stomach again, "and pinch right here" a lot of fast-fast pinches fell on the slightly protruding thigh bones, again and left and right at the same time, "and squeeze these beautiful knees! When I do this, your laugh becomes so hoarse and more quiet! It seems because you're tired, but I think they're just no less sensitive, and it's hard for you to deal with it, no matter how hard you try to play the hero"

Gi-Hun dissolved in such a loud laugh that he could only be happy that the whole space of the island was so huge and that the players on the court couldn''t hear him now. Unlike the guards who were on duty right outside the door... God, PLEASE let In-Ho's threat just to call them be a joke! It would be too humiliating, but even that didn't matter compared to how unbearably ticklish it would be to be attacked by several pairs of hands at once. Maybe it was time to beg for real? But before Gi-Hun could at least try to shout a few words through his high laughter, In-Ho spoke again, drawing all the attention to his deep voice.

"Well, actually, it's all lyrics! If such a simple detail is added to all this in the same second! ... Oooh, I even almost sympathise with you!" A “simple detail” was the drilling of both armpits and Gi-Hun was afraid of it from the very beginning, but when the moment came, it turned out that no matter how he was trying to mentally prepare himself for it, he could not imagine HOW unbearable it would really feel... He swept in place, screaming, howling and sobbing, but not being able to do anything.

At the edge of his floating consciousness, the man noticed how a serious expression had returned to In-Ho's face and, without lowering his hands, raised his head, looking straight into the camera, obviously intending to carry out his plan... Even being a gambler in the past, Gi-Hun was too scared and exhausted to recognise an ordinary bluff in this gesture and threat. For In-Ho to allow some guards to share such an intimate moment with him in some sense? No way!

But Gi-Hun didn't know that. He didn't know anything at all, except how much he wanted to stop it all. So he gathered his strength to do the last thing that could save him.

"It's ENOAHAHAHAHUGH!!! HAHAHAHAH! StohoOHOHOOOOOP!!! NO MOOOOHOHORE!! I AGREE!!! I'LL GO HAHAHAHA! I’LL GOOOO!!!”

In-Ho's fingers (why were they even so dextrous?) Froze as quickly and suddenly as they started their work before.

"What did you say?"

“I'll gooho, I'll go!!! I'll do whatever you want, just don't do it anymore!!!”

“Well, what do we have here?...”, In-Ho blurred in a triumphant smile, which gave Gi-Hun an unpleasant taste of nausea in his mouth, “So simple! I'm impressed! Well..." the key rang in the Frontman's fingers and Gi-Hun’s hands fell helplessly, no longer attached to the bed. He couldn't even hold back the moan of relief when after so many hours they were finally able to return to a more natural and relaxed position. Well, something human really still remained in him, even if it was just reactions of his exhausted body, whether it was the need to sleep, the opportunity to finally restore normal blood circulation in the hand or... tickling. The latter was the strangest and to some extent even inexplicable. Gi-Hun didn't think he was SO ticklish, and absolutely everywhere, even before he was completely traumatised. But such stupidity absolutely made him out of this new empty and broken version of himself.. He DEFINITELY needed to sleep.

"Let's go!", the Frontman, who had already hidden the keys in his pocket, put on a mask and gloves, held out his hand to Gi-Hun, "You need to put yourself in order, you look terrible! And then we'll have to take measurements for your new suit! You're shorter than my previous recruiter, I'm afraid none of his old ones will suit you... Besides, you have such a tiny waist, Gi-Hun, I hope you're not too ticklish to withstand these measurements, right?"...