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Wuehehhe season 1 gi-hun look cute😺😺

(Ingore gayeong's broke arm)

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I LOVE CHEERING UP TICKLES YAYYAYAAAAAYY∩(✧Д✧)∩

Problem solving

Lers!Woo-Seok, Mercenary Kim

Lee!Jun-Ho

A/N: My jubilee (10th) fic, yippeee! This baby blog became an adult exactly a couple of days before new season release, proud of it! 🥹

And I’m deeply apologies to you, the author of this cutest idea, I hope you’re still here and you’ll see it and it also will live up to expectations, despite it took TOO long to make it done and post it finally and it’s much shorter that usual (I still tried my best, I swear) 🥲 Let me know somehow that you waited for, please, if you please!

And everyone who sees this, I hope you’ll enjoy this silly fic, please let me know if you are! ❤️‍🩹

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It was raining cats and dogs for several days in a row. The small yacht bounced on the waves so hard that it looked like it was really about to turn over.

The fact that this wasn’t an obstacle for former police officer Hwang Jun-Ho wasn’t surprising, because neither heavily rain, nor the tornado, nor the apocalypse itself, were not able to stop him from striving for the noble goal of finding his older brother.

The motivation of his assistants and mercenaries was less obvious. And if for Choi Woo-Seok money was something for which he was ready to endure any inconvenience at first, and now he simply couldn’t betray the memory of his boss, who sacrificed his life for him a few days ago, then the taciturn and stoic mercenary Kim seems to have just been loyal to Jun-Ho and was also not ready to retreat on the way to the goal of saving many people from a terrible death at children's games. Even if at first it seemed like complete nonsense and it was almost impossible to believe in the existence of such an insane concept of island.

Nevertheless, now they were all in the same boat. Metaphorically and literally. The first sunny day in a long time was a real gift for all this small and, probably, a little weird when viewed from the sidelines, team.

Choi Woo-Seok went out on the deck, turning his face to these rays of the sun breaking through the dark clouds. It wasn’t too shiny and warm, but still it was a good respive between the cold showers, which seemed to never end.

Woo-Seok stretched out and tilted his head first to the right, then to the left, kneading his neck, when suddenly something caught his attention. A few metres away from him, there was a broken drone lying on the deck. One of those used by the Korean police, and their team sent it to search for the island, in case he was somewhere nearby, but it’s not yet possible to see him with his own eyes from the boat.

Now the drone was just lying here, lifeless and forever frozen. Woo-Seok approached and lifted it from the wooden floor. It didn't get any better. Instead of giving the man some hope that the drone can still be restored, it literally crumbled in his hands, and bolts and parts rolled in different directions with a ringing.

“Detective Hwang!!!! Mr Kim!!!", he shouted as loud as he could, looking around, trying to find with his gaze the men who he just called in a panic.

None of them seemed wasn’t somewhere nearby, but not even a minute passed when the sleepy ex police officer's head appeared from the door leading to the cabin. He jumped out onto the deck, looking around and all his appearance said that he hoped to see the island itself or at least hear some amazing news about their research. Kim ran in behind Jun-Ho, taking out a gun from the holster on the go.

Obviously, confused Woo-Seok, squatting and holding a useless pile of metal in his hands, was not a thing that they were expecting at, barging in here early in the morning.

The conversation about what happened here didn't take longer than literally a minute. Everything was clear without words. Well, or vice versa - nothing was clear and none of them knew anything that would make the situation clearer or easier.

So Jun-Ho just sat down on some upside-down box on the deck. With a tired sigh he pressed his elbows into his knees and rubbed his temples with his fingers.

His comrades looked at each other before just sympathetically looking at Jun-Ho for a while, not knowing what to say and what to do next.

Finally, Woo-Seok squatted down next to Jun-Ho and put his hand on detective’s shoulder.

"Hey!", he called, in fact not yet fully realising what exactly he wanted to say. "We'll find them anyway! This stupid drone hasn't helped us in any way all this time"

Jun-Ho snorted sadly and shook his head, obviously not at all reassured by these words.

"Well, what's the mood? Come on, get up, Detective Hwang, there's still a lot of things to do today!", Woo-Seok poked Jun-Ho with his two fingers under the ribs and then Hwang Jun-Ho suddenly swayed on the box, out of breath.

"What it was, detective Hwang?? Are you wounded?" Woo-Seok was afraid, looking at his face with anxiety.

However, instead of a grimace of pain or something like that, Jun-Ho's face had nothing but a bright blush and a slight confusion in his eyes.

"Well, well, well...", Woo-Seok cooed, making Jun Ho blush even more and fidgeting on the box restlessly, "Mr Kim, it seems that I know how to help the detective Hwang to cheer up before the next day of searching!"

Kim smiled with the corner of his mouth and crossed his arms over his chest.

“This is kinda… unusual way, Woo-Seok”, he drew out this words, although this light smile and unusual playful sparkle in his eyes had already destroyed Kim’s image of a strict soldier, “..but this definitely makes sense! What do you think, detective Hwang?”

Jun-Ho, who felt like he was a little boy terrified of being tickled ruthlessly by his older brother, but not serious old Detective Hwang, ex-police officer, didn’t have any time for the answer. But obviously the question was only rhetorical.

Two men were much closer to him than he wished for. And now lying with his hands pressed against the wooden floor and wriggling fingers close to his belly, Jun-Ho started to giggle uncontrollably even before the first touch.

Everything became MUCH worse when this evil fingers collapsed on his exposed torso.

"Please! PLEASE! This is so ticklehehees”

"Oooh, our poor ticklish detective Hwang! It's just a slight gentle touches on your ribs! Come on get a grip!”, Kim murmured with his deep voice, definitely enjoying himself, forgetting to keep his face completely.

“HAHAHAHAHAH”

"Keep quiet! Try to catch your breath!”, several minutes of scratching Jun-Ho’s ribs and chest which were last like forever were interrupted by another Woo-Seok’s mean remark, and judging by his face, he found this remark very witty, “Oooh, or I get it! It's our new tactic! Since we can't find the island yet, you've decided to let the island find us? I'm pretty sure that everyone there could hear this laugh! Pretty smart! But probably we should try harder and make it louder then! What about other spots?”

Jun-Ho laughed even louder and more desperately than before. Four hands tormented his entire poor torso at once and it seemed that he wouldn’t be able to feel even more sensitive, but this sugary-sweet voices of people (who clearly should have been to respect the hierarchy much more than now) as if it penetrated right under the skin, while fingers with blunt nails scratched it right on it.

"Look, Mr Kim! He laughs even harder if you tease him! Tickle-tickle!”

"Are you two craAHAHAzy? Hahahah!! What are you dohohooing?”, Jun-Ho whined through uncontrollable chuckles, squirming desperately.

"Didn't you hear, detective? We're tickling you!”

"Lehehet me gooohohoo!"

"Nobody's holding you, detective Hwang! What are you talking about?”, Kim said with composure, pinching Jun-Ho’s hip bones with a face of a person who’s just doing his routine.

Jun-Ho hardly shifted his gaze from the mercenary’s hands, which was now busy with scrutinising his armpits from both sides at once, to his own hands, clinging to the very box on which he was sitting some time ago. It turned out that apart from the fact that his fingers squeezed the metal handle of the drawer to the point of pain, nothing else really kept his hands from at least trying to resist.

Jun-Ho immediately let go of the box and tried to grab someone else's hands at random. Unfortunately, the quantitative advantage of the attackers did not save the situation. Jun-Ho closed his eyes and shook his head, squeezing someone's fingers tightly with one hand, and the other hugging himself by the torso, hoping thus at least reduce the area of defeat.

And then he felt a squeeze on one of his knees and a gentle but persistent scratching on his sensitive neck… That was something which made Ju-Ho to HOWL.

“STOHOHOP IT STOP IHIHIT PLEEHEHEEEAS!!!”

Unexpectedly, in response to this, Woo-Seok right next to his ear (well, so it was him, who attacked detective’s neck... Jun-Ho never dared to open his eyes since he closed them, so he could only guess what’s the mission of every of his mercenaries) laughed as if it HE was tickled to pieces now. Kim also laughed and squeezed the detective's knee a couple of times confidently and strongly rubbed it in circular motions. Woo-Seok’s hand moved from the neck to the shoulder, also rubbing and patting it, as if trying to support him.

Jun-Ho produced a couple of residual sobs and uncertainly let go of someone's hand, still squeezed into his own. Opening his eyes, he met Kim's eyes, squatting, leaving his knee alone, and began to knead his stuck wrist.

"Doing better now, detective?", asked Woo-Seok, taking his attention. Jun-Ho coughed tiredly and raised his head higher, now looking into his eyes. Woo-Seok continued to smile like a child.

"Don't you dare ever do that again, okay?" Jun-Ho exhaled, perhaps trying to sound threatening or at least serious, but a wide involuntary smile prevented him from doing so.

"Of course, detective!" said Kim, who had become habitually serious again, giving detective a hand to help him get up, "Although it seemed to us that you doing much better now! Don't you think so, Woo-Seok?”

"Shut up," Jun-Ho chuckled, already standing on his feet, patting Woo-Seok’s back, who laughed sincerely again, instead of being answering.

Actually deep down Ju-Ho couldn't disagree with it... He definitely was doing better now, despite he would rather die than admit it out loud.

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FRONTMAN'S END!!! DAYUM I LOVE THAT 🥹🤌

The Perfect Plan

HIIIII! This is a Hwang brothers fic as requested many times by many people including @stay-123 . I love writting for these two, it gives me so much joy ahshshs. I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Jun-Ho wants to put In-Ho in his place, but In-Ho wants to put Jun-Ho in his place. All of this place-putting gets a little complicated, so there's only one logical solution.

Waring: This is a TICKLE FIC.

"Come in"

The door creaked open, Jun-Ho hesitantly stepping into the darkly lit room. There was his brother, his face bare and genuine without the mask, yet his gaze dark and distant. He sat in a fancy armchair by the fire, taking sips from his rich flask of whisky. The office practically smelled like money. And, ordinarily, Jun-Ho would have been delighted that his brother had come across such wealth. But this situation was far from ordinary.

"Take a seat", In-Ho gestured, as if Jun-Ho were merely one of the VIP's and not the blood brother he had given his spare organ to. Jun-Ho sat down on a couch opposite him, slowly and grudgingly, his eyes narrowed. He had finally found the island - found his brother again. He'd been looking everywhere for him for years, trying to save his victims from this awful place. And him of course - Jun-Ho wouldn't dare picture his own loving brother rotting in prison. The brother who had supported him every step of the way, who had taken time out of his busy high school and college schedule to play with him and chat to him instead of studying. Who had taken out his bullies with his strong, menacing demeanor. In-Ho was like a bear - terrifying to some but adorable and affectionate to others. For Jun-Ho, he was the latter.

In-Ho had invited his brother for a 'chat', hoping to clear things up before they decided what to do next. Of course, Jun-Ho knew his brother had zero intention of agreeing to give up the games, but a conversation was needed more than anything. Jeez - he'd been waiting to speak to his brother for years, and he couldn't have imagined a worse circumstance.

"Your nervous", In-Ho commented nonchalantly. That bastard could always tell. He chuckled - "It's cute".

Jun-Ho groaned, "What do you want?"

In-Ho's sinister smirk widened, "Wow, is that anyway to address your elder brother? Manners Jun-Ho, manners".

"Cut the crap, what are you hoping to get out of this?"

In-Ho frowned again, his eyes once more going distant.

"Firstly, I'd like to apologize for shooting you".

Jun-Ho noticed a slight quiver in his voice, as if In-Ho had been dwelling on this for quite a while. As if it had legitimately been keeping him up at night. Jun-Ho knew his brother just as well as his brother knew him - even though he was trying to sound put together, he was scared too.

"You won't tell ooma, will you?"

Jun-Ho jolted forward, lifting his fist, "I swear to god, you better cut this bullshit right now or I will-"

"You'll what? You'll punch me? Well, go ahead. I shot you. An eye for an eye I suppose-"

Jun-Ho just snickered sarcastically and shook his head, "I won't punch you. I'm not like you".

In-Ho shook his head in return. Seeing his little brother like this, threatening to attack him even though he was much smaller and weaker, reminded him of many times in their childhood. In-Ho knew he was still stronger than Jun-Ho, even though they had both trained at the same academy. But Jun-Ho had always been a bit too feisty. It was never actually violent, but they often got into play fights. Or, rather, Jun-Ho would start play fights he wouldn't win. And it would always end up with the younger on the floor, screaming for mercy as his evil big brother skittered his fingers up and down his sides and ribs, where he was devastatingly ticklish. In-Ho's eyes sparkled a bit at the memory.

"What the hell are you thinking?"

Shit, the Frontman had dozed out for a second. He cleared his throat, but couldn't help the slight tremor in his voice. These memories made him sad - he really missed his carefree times with Jun-Ho, when the younger was a kid or teen and he was a teen or young adult.

"I was just getting a sense of Deja Vu, darling brother. From when we were kids".

Jun-Ho's face dropped a bit. In-Ho couldn't help but squeak and chuckle at that. It always amused him how his little brother could go from being headstrong and determined to confused and disorientated in the split of a second. He noticed Jun-Ho pouting at him, clearly annoyed that his elder brother found his demeanor amusing. That just made In-Ho laugh more.

"Shut up!", Jun Ho yelled, lifting his arm again to punch. That just made In-Ho throw his head back and laugh even louder. This was all too amusing. His body was shaking with laughter, his chest rising and falling as Jun-Ho just glared at him.

"Snap out of it!", Jun Ho punched In-Ho's shoulder gently, as if threatening to do more.

"Owww", In-Ho whined, rubbing his shoulder. The punch may have been gentle, but it was still sore, "What was that for?"

Shit. Jun-Ho couldn't help the smile forming on his face. It was impossible not to grin when his big brother got all goofy like this, even in situations where it was very much unwanted. It was as if In-Ho's menacing side had switched off and his affectionate side had come to the forefront - all triggered by the sight of Jun-Ho.

Luckily In-Ho was too busy chuckling to see Jun-Ho's smile, which he quickly suppressed. His elder brother opened his mouth to say something, but Jun-Ho interrupted him with another punch, this one a bit harder.

"Ahh!", In Ho cried, catching Jun-Ho's arm in a firm grip. Jun-Ho tired to pull back, but couldn't. The menacing Frontman returned instantly.

"I was about to say something", In-Ho glared, pulling Jun-Ho's arm in tighter, squeezing it so it almost hurt.

Jun-Ho was starting to get seriously worried now. He tugged at his arm, but the Frontman wouldn't budge.

"You'll pay for that", In-Ho said, his voice dark and expressionless.

Jun-Ho shut his eyes, anticipating pain. That was when he felt his arm being pulled in the air, catching him slightly off balance. In-Ho steadied him by pushing his opposite side a bit with his hand, before digging his fingers right into the hollow of Jun-Ho's exposed underarm.

This was the last thing Jun-Ho had excepted. He reflexively tugged his arm, but was horrified when it wouldn't budge. Luckily, his training as a cop had taught him to hide reactions in sudden situations like this. Well, not exactly like this, but the skills were transferrable. He bit his lip hard, looking away from In-Ho, hoping to god he wasn't smiling.

In-Ho saw how Jun-Ho bit his lip, the widest grin on his face. He felt both accomplished and affectionate. Brutal and loving.

Jun-Ho, on the other hand, would not let himself break. He couldn't think straight with the tickly sensations under his arm, but he had to try and form some sort of coherent plan. The last time he'd been anything close to tickled was a few months ago, when he'd had his regular checkup and the stomach exam came along.

"Oh no", In-Ho frowned, "Why aren't you laughing? You used to be so ticklish, whatever happened?"

In-Ho than stopped. Jun-Ho, relieved, and completely oblivious to his elder brother's sinister plan, caught his breath. He stepped back but than realized he couldn't. In-Ho still had his hand in a firm grip.

The Frontman smirked, "Don't think your getting away that easy. If that didn't break you, this sure will-" In-Ho started wiggling his fingers dangerously close to his sides. Oh shit. Oh no. Not there. Anything but there. Jun-Ho felt his skin prickle, biting his lip even tighter. He wasn't sure if he'd be able to hide his reactions now.

In-Ho's stern smirk finally cracked, and he couldn't resist his authentic grin coming out. Goodness gracious this was adorable! He hadn't even stated touching his little brother yet! It brought back so many memories.

"Oooo, tense are we? Don't worry, this ought to relax you-"

With that, in-Ho dug all ten of his fingers into Jun-Ho's exposed sides, hitting all the spots that he knew his little brother HATED.

Predictably, Jun-Ho burst into laughter.

"NOHOHOHO! IN-HOHOHO! STOHOHOHOHOP! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!"

God, he was begging already. Where had his pride gone.

In-Ho tutted, "Not until you promise to leave this island and never come back". Damn, the words stung even as he said them. But he was the Frontman now - he had to keep the games going. The VIP's depended on him. And he had to get his brother off this island to somewhere he'd be safe.

The word's stung for Jun-Ho too, but he couldn't dwell on them for long with his damn sides being attacked.

"NAHAHAHAHA! IHIHIHI HAHAHAHVE TO DO MY JOHOHOHOB! EEEE! *SNORT*"

In-Ho beamed from ear to ear, "Was that a snort I just heard? Oh how I missed that sound. I think you might just be too ticklish for you're own gOOD-"

Jun-Ho had escaped. He didn't know how, but he'd escaped. Probably because the Frontman's grip on him had loosened, due to the fact that he'd been getting so distracted admiring and melting at his younger brother's cuteness. And, the moment Jun-Ho had escaped, he had jabbed his brother's side back. And kept his finger there, and wiggled it. But, instead of trying to escape, the Frontman just collapsed backwards in his armchair, collapsing into low, firm giggles.

"Ahahaha shihihit!"

Jun-Ho was shocked at himself. Why the hell was he tickling him? Why wasn't he doing something more violent, or at least less stupid?

"Eheheheh! Okahahay! Yohohou wihihihin!"

Jun-Ho felt a rush of exhilaration at that. He'd won! Hooray! Wait, no, they weren't kids anymore. Snap out of it Jun-Ho.

Jun-Ho tried to put on a stern face, "What were you saying about me being too ticklish, In-Ho?"

The Frontman just kept giggling, "Okahahay okay! You wohohon! Stohohohop!"

In-Ho felt amazing. He hadn't been on the receiving end of affection in forever. He was too overjoyed to feel embarrassed about how quickly he'd dropped the whole menacing act, how quickly he'd submitted to his brother's influence.

"Only when you promise to let me stay, report these games, and come home with me", Jun-Ho smirked.

"Yohohou knohohow I cahahan't!"

In-Ho squealed as Jun-ho hit a bad spot on his upper ribs, kicking a leg out. He kicked Jun-Ho, making him lose his balance and tumble backwards. In-Ho seized the opportunity, his lightning reflexes making him pounce on top of his brother.

"Oh, you will regret that so much-"

With that, In-Ho started squeezing Jun-Ho's sides. If the fingers had been bad, the squeezing was ten times worse.

"OHOHOHO GOHOHOHOD NOHOHOHO!"

NOW Jun-Ho's ticklishness was working in his favour, because his desperate squirms led to him flipping his elder brother over, almost accidentally. Standing up In-Ho was stronger, but on the floor their strength matched. Shocked at himself, he didn't miss the opportunity to go for the kill - scribbling at In-Ho's neck.

Instead of tossing his head back in laughter, the Frontman pinned it to his chest.

"NAHAHAHA! YOHOHOHOU SHIHIHIT!"

In-Ho fought back of course, reaching up and tazering Jun-Ho's sides. That made Jun-Ho burst into cackles, but he still wouldn't stop on In-Ho's neck.

AAAA! NOOO!", Jun-Ho squealed, skittering his fingers up and down In-Ho's chin and poking at his nape.

"HAHAHAH!", In-Ho grabbed Jun-Ho by his back and tipped him over. They were a big bundle of flying limbs at this point.

"STAHAHAHAP!", Jun-Ho begged.

That made In-Ho dig his fingers in harder, feeling his little brother's body shake against him.

"NOHOHOT UNTIL YOUOHOU STOHOHOHOP!"

"NEHEHEHEVER!!!"

This went on for a few moments, the two of them struggling to get the upper hand but failing miserably.

"OKAHAHAHAY, TRUHUHUHUCE?!?!?"

Jun-Ho considered In-Ho's request. He wasn't thinking straight because of how ticklish he was.

"OHOHOHKAY! 3,2,1"

Jun-Ho took his hands off In-Ho's neck, excepting to get the same relief in return. His eyes widened in betrayal as In-Ho continued. But the Frontman wouldn't make the same mistake he'd made before. He wouldn't keep tickling his brothers sides, he would attack his knees with squuezes instead. That way Jun-Ho wouldn't be squirming enough to break free.

Just as In-Ho had predicted, Jun-Ho collapsed into brethless giggles, the widest smile on his face, his chest rising and falling"

"You know, you are far too gullible darling brother-"

"Fuhuhuhuhuck yohohou!"

God, Jun-Ho was too cute. The Frontman was too in awe to respond.

That was when there was a bang at the door. In-Ho jumped up, reaching into his pocket and grabbing his gun. He turned around, pointing it at....Gi-Hun, Hyun-Ju and Dae-Ho.

The three men just stared at him, their mouths hanging open in awe. Uh-oh, they'd seen it, hadn't they. He noticed that they had rifles on them, obviously planning another coup. Too dumbfounded to move, Jun-Ho stood up and pinned his brother's arms behind his back.

"Good job guys", he said.

In-Ho was shocked, "Wait, you knew about this?!"

"He planned it", Hyun-Ju said, stepping forward. Although there was a slight giggle in her voice. Oh boy, this was humiliating.

"You-"

Jun-Ho just smirked at him, "Come on big brother, I made these guys promise they wouldn't shoot you. But they might get riled up, so be careful what you say".

God, he was screwed.

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i was lazy to draw tickle part😓

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POOR JUN-HO HAVE NO IDEA ABT THAT TICKLES💔💔

Accidentally reunited

A/N: Requested by @stay-123 and @ryoko-loves-roses amongst some others! I have NEVER written for Jun-ho before, let alone a brother-brother dynamic, so I apologise if it's mischaracterised! Also sorry this took so long eek-

Summary: In-ho has his suspicions that there's an imposter amongst his Guards. After calling them to his quarters and speaking with them personally, he quickly realises there's something more...familiar, underfoot.

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In-ho removed his mask and sat down in front of the many, many cameras from the safety of his room.

It had been a long day- sure, he didn’t exactly have to lift a finger most of the time, not when he had so many Guards under his management- but sometimes the constant orders and maintenance became a mental exhaustion.

He took a sip from the whiskey glass next to him, fingers tracing absentmindedly against the chipped-crystal patterns as he surveyed the live footage of the now-empty game room that had hosted Dalgona.

Blood was already starting to dry, bow-tied coffins of the last to be eliminated being stacked onto the forklifts- just another aftermath of yet another death game. He’d seen hundreds, sat with multiple VIP’s and humoured them, flicked through different angles and replayed them even days after, just for his own sick fascination- but right now, he wasn’t focused on the fallout. No, he was focused on something entirely different. A Guard.

Specifically- Guard 029.

The Guards hired for the games were meticulous. Professional, even. Slip-ups were something that were few and far between, and even then, usually induced by a desperate player acting out. It was incredibly rare for a guard to fall short due to their own incompetence, which is why Guard 029 was…interesting.

It wasn’t overly obvious. The Guard wasn’t falling over their own feet or wandering off into prohibited areas. They weren’t shooting off bullets at random or getting into dramatic fist-fights with their superior.

But it was enough.

The way they would linger at their post for too long, almost as if they didn’t know their role. The way they would miss cues, even if just by a few seconds. The way they would occasionally swivel their head, observing the game arenas like everything was unfamiliar, like they just…weren’t supposed to be there.

Because they weren’t.

In-ho wasn’t stupid. He wouldn’t be the damn Frontman if he was. He picked up on the odd behaviour of Guard 029 within hours- but he wasn’t completely heartless. People had bad days, and the guards were ultimately just that- people.  Not only that, but his Guards were precious to him; the time it took to train one up, to desensitize them to their new occupation, to have them familiarised with literally killing the innocent? Well, he could let the odd mistake fly every now and then.

However, the longer he observed Guard 029’s confused demeanour, the harder it was for him to ignore. It quickly became less of an inconvenience and more a downright annoyance. It would only be a matter of time before they fucked up in front of a player, or forgot themselves during a game, potentially ruining everything.

No- he had to deal with this abnormality himself.

Guard 029 stood before him.  For a moment, the two other Guards who had escorted them in waited obediently at either side of the door, backs straight and awaiting their next orders.

Deep in thought, In-ho just watched Guard 029 from his chair. Studying his posture, demeanour (or, what he could gather with the mask over Guard 029’s face), anything that could give him an ‘in’ as to why they were slipping up so much.

He stood slowly, taking a few purposeful steps toward as if sizing him up. Without even turning to the two other Guards, he gave a stern ‘leave us’, and there was another stretch of silence as they wordlessly turned to walk back to whatever post they were assigned to next.

It was only when the marching of their boots faded down the hall completely that In-ho finally spoke directly to Guard 029.

‘Guard 029’

‘Sir’

In-ho immediately got into it. He never exchanged pleasantries or personal information with Guards if he could help it, they were his underlings and there was no need to have friendly conversation with them- it wasn’t beneficial.

‘Would you care to explain to me your…incompetence?’ His voice was low and gravelly from the built-in voice changer nestled in his mask, giving him a further air of intimidation.

Guard 029 stiffened ever so slightly, but In-ho was naturally observant. He pieced together almost instantly that Guard 029 wasn’t just incompetent- they were guilty. Hiding something.

He played along. He could pretend, lure the Guard into a false sense of security, make them think this was nothing but a quick ‘get it together’ and they’d be sent on their way; because now he’d realised something deeper was underfoot? That this really was an impostor? Oh, this would be fun. In-ho smirked ever so slightly under his mask.

Guard 029 thought quick on their feet.

‘I apologise, sir. I think I must’ve had a bad reaction to something I ate. I have not been performing at my best. I will be more mindful when carrying out my duties’

In-ho could’ve laughed. What a truly, awfully terrible excuse. And that forced formal tone of voice? That robotic dialogue, like they were trying too hard? Oh, it was too good.

 Time to mess with the little rat.

If it had been a normal Guard, a real one, In-ho would’ve chastised them and issued a light punishment. But this wasn’t a real Guard. They didn’t know how things worked around here, clearly. In-ho could do anything he wanted to them, and they’d just assume it was the standard punishment- how on Earth would they know any better?

‘A bad reaction, hm?’ he mused, manipulating the Guard into thinking he’d actually fallen for such a ridiculous lie.

‘Yes, sir’ was the faux-obedient reply.

‘You poor thing. Where does it hurt? Here?’ and suddenly In-ho took a brisk step forward and jabbed the Guard in the stomach. Not hard enough to hurt, just to catch them off-guard.

The Guard yelped and jumped, obviously not having expected that.

‘A-ah! Sir?’

‘Or here?’

Another jab, this time to the taut muscles in Guard’s side. Again, the Guard jumped, more violently this time.

‘Eheheh- sir! Wh-what-?’

In-ho paused, hand still in mid-air preparing to jab again. That noise- a laugh?

‘What was that?’ He asked, artificially-deepened voice thickening with amusement. He knew full well what that was- poor little Guard 029 was ticklish. In-ho hadn’t intended to tickle, just ‘rough them up’ a bit before escalating to something harsher (they were an imposter, after all- it’s not like he could let them back out into the games) but now…Maybe he could extract some information in a less-lethal way.

‘I’ll ask again- what was that?’

The Guard’s body language was noticeably more tense, hands slightly up by their sides protectively. They were nervous- good.

‘It was nothing, sir’

In-ho snorted to himself.

‘Didn’t sound like nothing’ he retorted, and without giving the Guard further chance to recover, grabbed hold of the their side and squeezed rapidly.

The Guard yelped before dissolving into frantic laughter, involuntarily grabbing In-ho’s wrist, only for In-ho to squeeze at his other side with his free hand. The Guard twisted this way and that, trying to pry In-ho’s wrists away but their laughter was weakening them.

‘AHAHAahahahAHha! fuHUHUCK!’

In-ho paused again, partly to let the Guard catch their breath but mainly for a… startling revelation. That laugh- squeaky, panicked, utterly helpless- it reminded him of…

Jun-ho.

But no, it couldn’t be. Sure, before he’d left his family with nothing as much as a ‘goodbye’, Jun-ho had been training to be a Police officer, but he’d never have thought his little brother would’ve ended up in a place like this. How had he even found the Island? How had he made it this far in the first place- gotten his hands on a Guard uniform, infiltrated the games successfully?

He felt a sick sense of pride despite the situation at how determined and clever his little brother obviously was. Well, he was always a smart little shit, but this was another level entirely.

But, realistically, he knew he didn’t have enough to go on to make a concrete decision. He could just ask the Guard to remove their mask, but that wasn’t how In-ho operated. That would be too easy, a handful of low-hanging fruit he knew he was better than to pick. He would just have to make the Guard laugh more.

Guard 029, having caught his breath now the tickling had stopped, hands still grasping In-ho’s wrists as if that would stop him, choked out an indignant ‘What are you doing?’

‘Oh, no ‘sir’ this time? Gotten bold, have we? Forgotten your place?’

‘S-sorry, sir, I just- I mean, you just caught me by surprise’ The ‘Guard’ hastily tried to rectify their mistake. They added a quick ‘sir’ afterwards for good measure.

In-ho could’ve continued embarrassing the Guard, make them spiral in circles in an attempt to save themselves, but no- he had a job to do.

‘Hold still’.

And just like that, the hands at Guard 029’s waist began squeezing again, In-ho’s fingers curling more purposefully into the curves in that ticklish way he knew his Jun-ho hated. The same way he’d use on him when he was being too mouthy, or just when he wanted to hear him laugh. Honestly, he never really needed a reason to tickle Jun-ho before all this- just playing his role as older brother was enough.

And, just as expected, Guard 029 squealed, a leg kicking out that In-ho only just managed to dodge.

‘HEHEHEHEY! STOHOHOHOP!’

An embarrassing snort came from Guard 029 amidst his laughter and that’s when In-ho knew for certain that, yep, this was his little brother. That same brother who he’d hold when he scraped a knee or got picked on at school, that same brother who would fall asleep on his shoulder on long journeys and vehemently deny it the moment he woke up. That same brother who he loved more than anything but who simultaneously managed to get on his very last nerve.

And just like that, all thoughts of harsher punishments were out the window, long forgotten. This wasn’t extracting information anymore, this was just…fun. For him, obviously.

He forced himself to move past the absolute shock (that’s a problem for future In-ho) and doubled down, following Jun-ho to the floor when the younger man’s knees buckled from the sensations shooting through his sides.

With ease, Jun-ho was pushed gently onto his back, a hand still squeezing his waist at any given time.  His uncoordinated thrashing and flailing through hysterics just made it easier for In-ho to topple him over.

‘STOHOhohoHOP IHIHIT! WHA-AHAHAH-WHAHAHAT ARE YOU DOHOhohoING?!’

‘You don’t need to worry about that’ came the flat reply.

Jun-ho, ten minutes ago, wouldn’t have believed in his wildest dreams that he’d be in this position right now. Being fucking tickled by the Frontman. His mission to find his older brother utterly derailed by two gloved hands kneading into his sides. He needed to find a way out of this- who knew what these sadists were doing to In-ho right now?

He kicked out his legs and his mind turned to nothing but static, all thoughts of his quest abandoned when The Frontman’s hands moved to the centre of his stomach and scrunched into his abs. It tickled horrendously, and he gave a very undignified shriek, attempting to curl in on himself which only served to trap The Frontman’s hands.

‘You’re not helping yourself, 029’

In-ho was full-on grinning behind his mask now at this display. His fingers were formed into mean claws, his strong digits practically massaging the laughter out of the unsuspecting Jun-ho. Knowing that this cackling mess beneath him was his little brother made him feel a strange kind of warmth in his chest he honestly never thought he’d feel again.

‘LEHeheHET ME GOHOHO!’

In-ho had to stop himself from laughing- actually laughing- at how familiar that outburst was, even with the voice-altering mechanism behind Jun-ho’s mask.

‘How could I have hired such a ticklish Guard, hm?’ he spoke, not really caring if the writhing man beneath him was paying attention. ‘I think it would be a liability to let you back out there, 029. What if a player found out about this?’ His hands moved up to Jun-ho’s lower ribs and vibrated into the grooves, ‘You’d be decommissioned within seconds. I can’t have such a target just walking amongst the games’ he used his knuckles to grate up and down the full length of the younger man’s ribcage, eliciting somehow even more frantic laughter. ‘You understand, right?’

He talked so casually it was almost as if they were sitting across each other in a coffee shop. Even with the intimidating voice changers and imbalance of power, for a moment everything was forgotten- the island, the games, the players. Just laughter, even if it wasn’t exactly…conventional.

‘SeheheRIOUSLY! STAHAhahaHaP!’ in an act of desperation, Jun-ho released one of In-ho’s wrists and flung his hand forward in an attempt to push his assailant off.

Despite being a trained Police officer, the older man was equally as trained and shot a forearm up to his chest to deflect and push right back. As he applied pressure onto Jun-ho’s arm, the younger man flailed at just the right moment; causing In-ho to end up unintentionally jostling the bottom of his brother’s circle mask.

Jun-ho’s laughter reduced into breathy giggles when In-ho, in nostalgic shock, froze. The lower half of the Police officer’s face had been exposed from the light scuffle and his smile was on full display. A red flush peeked out just below the fabric, from both embarrassment and laughing so hard. That same helpless smile from before everything.

But if anything- it was the sound. The voice-changer was no longer altering his voice and his giggling was clear, free, the same laugh that was undeniably Jun-ho.

‘Th-thihis is stuhuhupid…’ Came the Officer’s protest, although there was no bite behind it due to the residual giggles that would keep infuriatingly breaking through. ‘J-just let me go baha-back to my post-!’

The frontman took a moment to get himself together before cocking his head slightly to the side, the emotionless mask angled in a way that reflected the light before saying a ‘didn’t you hear what I just said?’

He saw Jun-ho’s mouth fall slightly in confusion. He chuckled darkly, and when he spoke again his words were punctuated with a painless yet sharp poke to the stomach-

‘I can’t let you back out there. You’re just- *jab* ‘too-‘ *jab* ‘embarrassingly’ *jab* ‘ticklish’- and with that, both hands came fully back to Jun-ho’s ribs, kneading and squeezing with purpose, sending the man back into hysterics.

‘-AHAHAHA! NOHOHOhohoOO! NO MOHOHORE!’

In-ho grinned broadly behind his mask at the sight of Jun-ho’s face, flushing once again (or, at least, what he could see of it), his mouth wide in bright laughter.

The games could wait. Deciding what to do with ‘Guard 029’ could wait.  

Right now?

His whole focus was on his little brother, just like old times.

[enchantingvoidqueen]

CUTEETEEEJEJEIEJDJSKSSK🥹🥹🥹🥹

Season 3 comes out in 22 days! Im scared and excited! I dont want it to end! Im feeling all the emotions all at once so im writing this!

This is inspired by the bestie @sleepy--anon she did one with these characters yesterday so check it out!! Her work is fabulous!!

People in this: Lee!Young-sik, Ler!Hyun-Ju (platonic!!)

Tw: Cursing, and this is a tickle fic, as are all my fics, so if you don't like it that's all good just keep scrolling thank you! :]

I'm sorry if this is rusty! I haven't done this in a while!

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Young-Sik Hates Sharing

It was a bad hand he was dealt. Young-sik gambled too much thinking he could help his mom, if he only won, even once, he had faith. Unfortunately, that glimmer of hope turned into a nightmare of debt and dangerous people who threatened him daily and were now making remarks at the one person he cared about the most, his mother. He stayed away from their house after that, against his longing for home, he thought if he stayed away, and found the money somehow, he could keep them both safe.

That's when the salesman found him. He played Ddakji with the man and when he finally won he got cash! Real money! Money he earned! The recruiter offered him what he did to them all; the chance to win more money if he played more kids' games. It felt too good to be true, but he had to try! Scam or not, he did stick to his word and gave him money. He had nothing to lose anyway.

He called the man back and that's how he ended up here. But why the hell was his mom here? "Momma!" He readjusted his glasses in disbelief as if he was hallucinating this interaction. "Mom! What are you doing here?! You shouldn't be in a place like this. Are you insane?!" They argued for a bit before listening to the instructions.

Its been 3 days now, or so, time is pointless in this place. They've been through a lot together and even formed a little team! It's been absolute chaos and after that last game, he never wanted to be separated from his mother again. Yet here he sat, on the steps by her bed waiting for her to come back from socializing. A sour face on as he watched her talk to Jun-hee player 222. He glared watching as she mothered another person.

"You've been staring an awful long time" Hyun-Ju stated, her voice soft behind him yet it still startled the man.

He exhaled and turned his attention towards her before looking back at his mom "Shes my mom, im allowed to" he sounded salty which made Hyun-Ju smirk a little, showing some emotion for the first time after the last terrible game. His attitude reminded her of an angry toddler who's mom was showing more love to his friend then him.

"Are you angry with her?" She asked trying to bait him into saying how he really feels.

"What!? No! Never! She's my mother! I would never be mad at her" he spoke as if she said something truly unbelievable. He took the bait like she knew he would. It took him a minute but finally opened up to her.

"Look, it has nothing to do with you or anyone here...its just...it's always been the two of us, for as long as I can remember...and I guess im not used to other people in the picture" He looked back over at her and sighed as he watched her laugh at something someone in Gi-hun's group said.

"So you're jealous?" She spoke matter-of-factly, leaning closer to him.

"Im not–huh...am I?" He asked her, whipping his head around to look her in the eyes, as if to confirm that it is what he's feeling.

She giggled gently at that. "It sounds like it to me"

He took a deep breath before continuing his thoughts out loud. "I just...I don't like sharing! She's my momma!"

Hyun-Ju laughed hard at that one. "Momma's boy!" She teased him as he crossed his arms.

"So what! She's all I–ah!" He let out a high-pitched squeak as Hyun-Ju's nail poked his ribs from the back. He moved away and looked back at her. "Don't do that!" He glared at her fixing his glasses.

She smirked and moved closer to him wiggling her fingers "Don't do what huh? Don't tell me you're ticklish Young-sik?" She knew the answer she just wanted to mess with him a bit.

"I'm not!"

"Oh, you're not huh? You can't be right because you're so strong and brave, you have to be to take care of your mom, you can't possibly have such a weakness" She got closer with every sentence as he tried backing away. A wobbly smile already gracing his features.

"Don't you dare!" He was smart enough to know he'd never win against her in any physical battle so all he could do was try to defend himself. Scooting backward was his demise though. He got trapped between the stairs and his mom's bed. "Hyun-Ju! Come on! Be nice!" He spoke trying to give her a 'have mercy' face.

She smiled more and shook her head no "You need this, you've been sulking all day!" Before he could retaliate her hands gently squeezed up and down his rib bones. He squeaked again, more loudly this time, as he started to squirm, his body moving on his own.

"HYUHUuhun-JUHUhUu!!–" His laughter was high-pitched and all over the place, exactly like his frantic personality, it fit him perfectly.

"Your laugh suits you" she teased as she moved to his stomach seeing as the area because slightly exposed due to his squirming. Her nails dragged along the bottom of it under his belly button. This made him jump slightly and try to protect that area. His laughter turned to giggles rather quickly.

"Quihihit ihihit!" He didn't want to admit it and he probably never will but they both knew, he was having fun.

"Oooo this is a fun spot! All giggly just from my little nails~" she smirked as his ears turned red

"Yohohou're embahaharising me!" He spoke through his giggles trying to sound tough.

"Aww am I? Too bad!" She laughed a little with him before moving her tickly fingers back up to his underarms. He slammed them down quickly.

"NOhAHAha!" He threw his head back laughing, the motion causing his glasses to fall off, now he can't see.

"That was a reaction! We're getting close to the main spot, I can feel it!" She smirked feeling proud of herself and happy that she could make him smile. "Tickle Tickle Tickle~" she teased as he lost it again.

"I CahaHANT!" He squeaked again as she tried to get her hands out.

"You gotta let my hahands out if you want it to stop Young-sik" she giggled as he tried to open his arms enough to let her out. Once she got free she smirked letting him catch his breath for a minute.

He exhaled before she wiggled all ten digits onto his neck. The momma's boy let out the biggest squeal of the century, so loud that I'm sure even Jun-ho heard it on the boat he was on looking for that very island.

"AHAHAHAHA! NOHOHO IHIHHIT TIHIHIHICKLES! HYUN-JU! PLEHEHEHEHEASE! PLEHEHEHEHEASE!"

She smiled big time and continued "I told you I'd find it"

"IHIHITS SOHOHO BAHAHAD"

She smirked and continued as his mom heard his laughter from a mile away, she started walking over there.

"HYUHUUHUN-JUHUH–" he snorted in the middle of it "HAHAHA!"

"Did you just snort? Thats priceless!" She smiled and continued a little longer before Geum-ja broke it up. Young-sik caught his breath and Hyun-Ju smiled.

"How dare you!" He said jokingly.

"Learning how to share your mom means learning the way siblings work, tickles are apart of the deal, especially when you're being a brat"

"I was not being a brat!"

"You want round two?"

"No ma'am! Im good!"

They both laughed together at that as he put his glasses back on.

"Hey, Hyun-Ju?" He asked gently. She tilted her head softly in question.

"Hmm?"

"Maybe sharing my mom isn't such a bad thing...especially if that means you get to be my nuna..."

She smiled softly as he called her his older sister. Family runs thicker than blood and if that meant he needed to share his mom with someone else then he'd happily do it for Hyun-Ju.

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I don't know Korean so I'm so sorry if that last part was wrong! Correct me if necessary! I just looked it up and that's what it said the males use to reference an older sister!

Regardless I hope you enjoyed!! Take care of yourselves and all the love my friends! <3

-K :]

[enchantingvoidqueen]

[enchantingvoidqueen]

I feel like ive been neglecting you all, especially when season 3 of squid game is in less than a MONTH.

you know what?

let's end this with a bang, shall we?

after this is answered, I will make another poll going into individual characters. This was a crazy and intense journey with you all. I have met so many amazing people across this writing journey. Im glad to end it off with something special, and by the way, it's gonna be long xx.

Thank you, and reblog if it doesn't trouble you.

[enchantingvoidqueen]

MY DAY WAS BORING BEFORE SEE THIS(⁠✯⁠ᴗ⁠✯⁠)

Gyeong-Su, you’re in!

Lers!Thanos, Nam-Gyu

Lee!Gyeong-Su

A/N: Once upon a time I had a request from @enchantingvoidqueen as always… But that time it was the fic about Gyeong-Su (just because of several seconds of the screen time it’s still not a valid reason for being never mentioned)! And I posted a poll in my blog for asking if someone would be interested in it, I mentioned several times how much I’m trying to create this… BUT TODAY IS THE DAY!! 🎉

And my coolest friend @secretly-tword-obsessed helped me with the grammar with the structure and with many other things, so cheers for her! Luv you (oh yes)!

According the tradition, I might say that if you’ll enjoy the fic, please let me know, I’m always so appreciative of that! As I said this one was created with sweat blood and tear 🫠

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Even though their lives were at stake, and it was the tactics of cooperation that allowed many other teams to continue to fight, Thanos was ruthlessly rude towards his teammates.

Gyeong-Su was Thanos' biggest fan before the games, and the fact that the rapper was behaving this way didn't disappoint him one bit. To be honest, he was more disappointed by the fact that, despite being honored to become a part of Thanos' team, his idol didn't seem to pay any attention to him. All the attention went to that guy Nam-Gyu, (Gyeong-Su was always grinning internally whenever Thanos got his new best friend's name wrong), and to Min-Su.

Of course, Min-Su was more of a punching bag for the two drug addicts, but nevertheless, he received the important thing - Thanos' ATTENTION. Thanos would poke Min-Su, spike up his hair and, literally 20 minutes ago, Gyeong-Su even saw in the toilet (firstly he heard, actually, and only after that he saw), Thanos and Nam-Gyu destroying the guy with a ruthless tickle. It was hard to admit to himself, but it seemed that Gyeong-Su was jealous...

Not that he wanted to die of embarrassment, screaming and squealing like a girl from the fact that his idol, high as a kite, was tormenting his ribs, sides and stomach in full view of everyone. But it was still his idol. At so many concerts and fan meetings, Gyeong-Su could not even dream of Thanos looking at him, and now he was so close, but still so indifferent. It was frustrating and disappointing…

That was what player 256 was thinking about, twisting a water bottle cap between his fingers, sitting on his bed and watching Thanos roam the dormitory in search of his favorite victim. It was not difficult to guess who exactly he was looking for, as the rapper called out his victims' name at the top of his lungs, stretched his neck in a jump and ferociously squatted to look under the beds.

"Min-Su, ma boooooiii! Where are you hiding from your legend Thanos, hm? Come out, Thanos won't hurt you!!! Let's just have some fun, don't worry, we'll discuss the second round of our negotiations!!! Just one more game, come on, boy!"

Actually, several minutes ago Gyeong-Su had seen how the red and disheveled Min-Su was able to break free from the addicts, leave the bathroom and than run back in when he was sure they were gone.

"He's hiding in the toilet again, I think". To be honest, Gyeong-Su didn't expect such meanness from himself. These words broke out of him before he had time to fully process weather or not they were righteous. He looked down, ashamed and confused, but the two mates were already right in front of him. Thanos crossed his arms on his chest and leaned towards him with a predatory smile.

"What did you say, my biggest fan?"

"I... I said that Min-Su was here and, without you noticing, he ran away to hide in the toilet again". He muttered it in one breath, blushing and not looking at Thanos. He wished he could rewind a couple of minutes and continue to sit quietly, without attracting attention, but it was too late.

Thanos let out an expression of exagerated and theatrical shock, looking at Nam-Gyu, who was choking with laughter. Then he turned back to Gyeong-Su, leaning closer to his face.

"You're a little snitch! Don't you feel sorry for the poor boy Min-Su? Very mean of you! You know what we want to do with him, and the poor thing can hardly breathe anymore... Do you think I don't know how you looked at us in the toilet? Maybe you're jealous, do you want the same?"

Shit. Obviously, Thanos overdid it with the pills today...

"I don't think so, Thanos... I just wanted to help"

"Oh, come on, bro!" Nam-Gyu intervened "Of course he wants the same! Look at him! If he wanted to help you with something, it would only be to please you with his laughter, like baby Min-Su!"

"I think you're right, Nam-Su! Enough with Min-Su for today! Especially since my favorite fan has been waiting for his turn for so long!"

“It's Nam-Guy…”

"As you wish, dude... So, where should we start?"

Gyeong-Su threw the bottle cap in an unknown direction and looked everywhere by at his idol and his stupid friend. He lowered his foot from the bed to the floor, preparing to get up, but he was immediately pushed back to the bed, with his hands pressed above his head. Everything happened so fast that Gyeong-Su just didn't have time to orient itself. He had never regretted his desires so quickly. He should have just wanted to take Nam-Gyu's place... He would prefer Thanos confusing his name every day to enduring the cruel couple-of-minute tickle session that was now waiting for him. And would it be only "a couple of minutes"?.. If the rapper and his friend were sober, it wouldn't happen at all, and now, in this mood and state, did they even feel the passage of time at all? Even if they did, when would they have had enough fun to stop? It seemed that while all these thoughts were spinning feverishly in Gyeong-Su's head, his heart was pounding wildly, but he forgot to breathe at all. An abrupt voice right above his ear returned him to the ground.

"Where are you now, dude? We haven't started yet!"

Gyeong-Su quickly turned his head and looked frightenedly at Thanos, who was still leaning towards him, smiling cheekily and chaotically, moving all his ten fingers in the air.

Gyeong-Su twitched again, but Nam-Gyu (and judging by the fact that Thanos had both his hands free, it was Nam-Gyu) held his wrists tightly.

"So, what? Do you want to choose where to start? Maybe your sides or your cute tummy? Or maybe we should count your ribs?"

"Thahahahaanos! There's no need..."

"None of those? What a pity! We'll have to choose ourselves! Yes, Nam-Su? Where do you think this guy is most ticklish?"

"It. Is. Nam. Guy.”

"Ooh, okay, boy, don't sulk!" Thanos poked both of his index fingers into Nam-Gyu's sides. Nam-Gyu, whose hands were too busy to cover himself, shuddered and snorted loudly, shaking his head.

"That was a funny snort", Thanos noted, again turning to Gyeong-Su, "Maybe we should try to get our boy to make it too?"

Thanos' hands hit his fan's sides and he screamed subtly, twitching on the bed.

"Ooooooh! Come on, man, just like that!”, Thanos cooed.

Nam-Gyu was still red with embarrassment and couldn't help but smile. He grabbed Geoyon-Su tigther by the wrists and cheered the rapper up, even if he didn't seem to need it. Thanos was already scratching with both hands all over Geoyong-Su's ribcage, who was laughing at the top of his voice.

"Look at him! He's worse than our boy Min-Su! You should try to go for his hips and his cute tummy”

"Dude, I'm afraid I don't have enough hands to try all that at once! Maybe you want to help?" Thanos answered with a smile.

"NAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAM GUAAHAHAAHAAAAAY NOHOOOOOOO" Geyong Su squeeled with tears in his eyes. It already seemed like Thanos had found all his tickle spots somehow - ANOTHER pair of hands would be too much.

"Oooh, is my fan jealous? You want this to be our game only, right?"

"THAAAAAAAAAANOS STOHOHOOOOP"

"Come on man! Let's let our friend here help!" Thanos asked with a fake sympathy in his voice.

Nam-Gyu sincerely laughed at the unfolding scene, even though the effect of the pills had almost completely passed. He really wouldn't mind helping, but Gyeong-Su was such a squirmer. He desperately kicked, practically jumped on the bed, arched his back and jerked his hands so hard that the iron back of the bed rumbled, which could be heard throughout the entire room. Obviously, if Nam-Gyu released Geoyong-Su’s hands to use his own for the tickles, he would immediately spoil the fun.

"But I can't let go of his hands"

"You have no imagination, man! Go for his armpits! It seems to me that he squeeks like a child when I approach them. I'll hold him myself! I don't need my hands to tickle him".

Confused, Nam-Gyu handed Geyong-Su's wrists over to Thanos. The rapper, however, did not take his place, but sat down on Geoyong-Su's hips instead.

"Dude, rise up his t-shirt for me since your hands are free now," he asked Nam-Gyu, intercepting his fan's hands so that they lay on the bed, bent at the elbows on both sides oh his shoulders.

Nam-Gyu hummed in bewilderment, but began to roll up Gyeong-Su’s T-shirt, pinching and scratching his ribs along the way, (it was too hard to hold back now that his hands were finally free to tickle the poor man). This caused depsperate screams, sobs and loud whining.

"Weeeell, we have a very adorable tummy here! We should see how it tastes, right?", Thanos commented what he saw not a second later.

"W-what do you meeehahahahahaan?", Gyeong-Su cried through laughter, his whole body squirming.

Instead of answering, Thanos bent down straight at the center of Gyeong-Su's stomach and blew straight into the navel with all his might. Gyeong-Su squealed and whimpered like a puppy whose tail was stepped on, tears flowing from his eyes.

"What happened, Gyeong-Su? Why are you crying?"

"I'm BEHAHAHAHAHAGING YOU I’m BEEHAHAHAHAAHAAGING YOUHYHYH"

"Your BEGGING me? How humiliating! What are you begging for? Does my biggest fan want another autograph?"

"NOOOOOHO PLEEEEAHAHAHAAAAASE"

"I know you want it, come on! So how can I refuse?"

And raspberries began to collapse one after another upon Geyon-Su's belly, which wasn’t protected with his shirt anymore. Thanos called Nam-Gyu between a couple of them, (although it was difficult shouting over the screams of his victim).

"Nam-Su, man, take his armpits!!!! You forgot? Wev'e almost kill him already so it's your last chance, hurry up!”

Nam-Gyu, who was speechless from what he saw, really forgot why he had swapped places with Thanos in the first place, and just stood confused, looking at Thanos, then at the red, tear-soaked face of Gyeong-Su.

He carefully ran his hands into Geyong-Su's armpits. Player 256 screamed so loud that, if it were just a tad louder, all of the players in the room would have bursted their eardrums. Thanos shuddered with surprise, breaking away from the side of his victim, into which he had just ruthlessly blown another loud raspberry. Gyeong-Su's scream finally turned into crazy laughter again, a couple of times he sobbed, trying to make a breath of air and suddenly howled again, as Nam-Gyu's fast thin fingers sneakily crawled right into his sleeves, tickling his bare armpits at breakneck speed.

Gyeong-Su had not yet had the time to recover from the raspberries of Thanos, but he was already in a ticklish hell again. He cried, howled and thrashed as if Nam-Gyu's fingers were red-hot iron rods. Gyeong-Su choked on another round of his own laughter and coughed, greedily catching air with his mouth.

"Stop, man!!! Don't kill my biggest fan!!” Thanos shouted, the anxiety in his voice poorly concealed.

However, Nam-Gyu had already taken his hands off Geoyong-Su, holding him with one hand and clapping him hard on the back with the other.

Thanos rushed to his poor fan, falling next to him on the bed and hugging him by the shoulder, from which Gyeong-Su jerked and recoiled to the side, as if from an electric shock, continuing to cough, although it was no longer so scary.

"Tsss, my boy, be quiet! That asshole Nam-Su won't touch you anymore, don't be afraid!"

Nam-Gyu opened his eyes in shock, staring at Thanos, but he only brazenly smiled at him, rising to his feet.

"Dude, my name is Nam-Gyu!"

"Whatever you say bro, whatever you say"

[enchantingvoidqueen]

a few days ago my friend and I went to look at flowers. Then my friend said 'kitchy kitchy koo~' while petting her own flower. DANG. I'm not someone who can handle any t-words😖. Anyways, I asked her if she knew what she meant but she said she didn't. The next day during our free class I asked her to draw a picture on her hand and she agreed! (I didn't know she was ticklish🥲) When I started drawing she tried everything to show me that she was ticklish and was deliberately insistent that I draw on the inside of her hand. She yelled like "this tickles!" (And not like 'tick')

That not a big deal but i was look like a weirdo till she using t-word ಥ_ಥ

(She is not in the t-word community)

[enchantingvoidqueen]

What if Dae-ho change his vote to be in stronger team???

[enchantingvoidqueen]

CANT WAIT TO READ(⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠)

Rich laugh

Lers!Gi-Hun, Jung-Bae, Dae-Ho Lee!In-Ho

A/N: Uhm, weeell… If the sky is grey in your area today, you should know, that it’s probably the cloud of dust that rise in the air after I brush it off this very old idea!

But I still hope you’ll enjoy! And let me know if you are!

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There was so many things in Young-il which made him different from anyone else... The way how calm and prudent he was in the stressful situations, his really awkward and inappropriate jokes and of course his laugh.

It hasn't been long since Gi-Hun was familiar with this mysterious man, but he just couldn't help but notice all these little things every time (Gi-Hun himself didn't know why). Some things became clear after Gi-Hun learned the difficult story of player 001. All that remained was to admire how stoically he behaved. Even if sometimes he behaved a little unnaturally and socially awkwardly, it was still a feat.

And yet... Sincere Yong-Il, which Gi-Hun saw him that night when they talked heart to heart, the one who rejoiced at the victory of other teams in the six-legs pentathlon, the one who tried to defuse the situation with clumsy jokes... Gi-Hun liked this version of Yong-Il much more. The former winner sympathized sincerely with the player 001 and he wanted to see the real version of him more often.

Once again at dinner, their team tried their best to escape from the real atmosphere around with a friendly conversation. Jung-Bae entertained everyone with his stories from the service and when the next one of them caused a friendly flurry of laughter, Gi-Hun suddenly find himself looking at one specific person from their company. Yong-Il laughed loudly, rollingly, but, how should Gi-Hun said about that... too perfectly (?)

Unlike all the others, in whose laughter could be heard some charming flaws inherent in any person - whistling, wheezing, even grunting and snorting, Yong-Il's laughter was as if verified, perfectly rehearsed. No change in tonality, no breathing failures. He never closed his eyes, never threw his head back. Yong-Il laughed beautifully, but something in it slightly chilled everyone’s blood, it seemed even a little sinister in its ideality.

Before Gi-Hun could be scared of how long and carefully he thought about it, Jung-Bae's hand slapped him on the back, attracting attention. Fortunately, Gi-Hun, as it turned out, was not the only one who thought about the oddities in In-Ho's laughter, because the clap was followed by a Jung-Bae remark, interrupted by residual laughter. Looking carefully with a squinted look at player 001, who, as usual, continued to laugh with his "perfect" laugh much longer than all the others, Jung-Bae turned directly to him, but he spoke loud enough for each of their team and even other players, sitting nearby, could hear that.

"Young-Il, I've wanted to tell you for a long time...".

In-Ho's laughter fell silent in one second, only once again questioning his sincerity.

"How your laugh sounds so... rich? Like you are from a aristocrats family or something like that".

"Really?", In-Ho raised an eyebrow sarcastically and accompanied this question with several rehearsed chuckles, shaking his head a little.

"Here it is!! That’s what I was talking about!", Jung-Bae exclaimed, pointing at him with his finger, "I'm not the only one who can hear it, guys?"

Everyone remained in tense silence for a few seconds, until Dae-Ho finally came to the rescue of his senior mate.

"Yeah, Young-Il, your laughter is cool, but how is it so perfect? Like you learned it somehow”

"What are you talking about? It's just my laugh, it's no different from yours! Why are we even discussing this?"

"I just wanted to tell you to relax! You shouldn’t control your laughter with us," Jung-Bae smiled.

"But I don’t control it!"

"Actually, there is one way to check if it's real laughter…", Gi-Hun finally voiced. Everyone stared at him with curiosity, "…If Yong-Il doesn't laugh at jokes sincerely, maybe his real laughter can be heard as a reflex?.. Or we'll at least find out that this "rich" was the real one".

"Guys, I'm still here actually..."

"Gi-Hun, what are you up to?" Jung-Bae squinted again, not paying any attention to Yong-Il's previous remark.

Gi-Hun radiantly and childishly playfully smiled back at him, as if he were the same Gi-Hun as three years ago. He cheerfully got up from his place, putting down a bottle with a remnants of water and in two jumps he found himself on the step next to In-Ho.

"Gi-Hun, what are you doing?", In-Ho asked, hardly hiding the tense in his voice.

"I'm going to find out something... Sit still!"

Squatting down next to In-Ho, Gi-Hun put both hands right under his jacket at once and squeezed them on both sides at the level of the lower ribs.

In-Ho yelled loudly, swinging forward and immediately grabbed Gi-Hun's wrists, looking straight into his eyes with the eyes of a rabbit caught in the fox's paws.

"Guys look at this! Someone is ticklish," Jung-Bae cooed, smiling with all his teeth.

"It's childish, come on, how old are you all?..."

"Ooh, come on, Young-il, don't be shy, laugh for us!", Gi-Hun hummed, trying to snatch his hands from Yong-Il's hands, but player 001, who was actually almost a head shorter than Gi-Hun himself, turned out to be an unexpectedly strong opponent. Gi-Hun pulled his hands with all his might, but In-Ho held him even harder, obviously also fueled by adrenaline. Even if Gi-Hun managed to pull out at least one hand, it was only for a second, as Yong-Il immediately intercepted the wrist again, squeezing even tighter.

"Yeah, please, let Gi-Hun make you laugh for us! We all want to hear!”, exclaimed Jung-Bae, who was literally glowing with happiness, watching all this as if he had never seen anything better in his life.

"If you really want to, you should help me through!", Gi-Hun shouted, still fighting, "He's fighting with me, I can't free my hands!"

"You are fighting, Young-Il?", Jung-Bae asked, raising an eyebrow, as if he hadn't watched it himself for the last two minutes, "What's wrong? Do you want me to hold your hands so that you don't prevent Gi-Hun from conducting an experiment? Or you just don't want to start until you make sure THAT WE ALL are participate?"

Damn, In-Ho really screwed up...

He didn't even have time to come up with a suitable answer, request or threat that would make his teammates finally recollect and realize where they are and what they are going to do, when both former marines have already joined them on the step.

After a short struggle and incoherent requests, Yong-Il was just lying on the same step on his back, with a happy Gi-Hun hanging over him, and with his hands pressed behind his head in a strong grip of Jung-Bae. Grinning treacherously, Gi-Hun kneaded his fingers, little stiffed for real after Yong-Il held his hands tightly for a couple of minutes, but he still did it too demonstratively, making sure that Yong-Il could definitely see it and squirming nervously with anticipation.

"That's it! Everything is fine now, we can start, right?", Gi-Hun smiled, looking In-Ho straight in the eye with the appearance of a kind doctor who was going to examine the frightened boy.

In-Ho, still not finding words and unable to believe how he could even be in such a situation, muttered something like: "Guys, stop... It was funny joke, but enough, quit it!", in panic, he shook his head so hard that it seemed to be about to hit the step during the next turn, and Dae-Ho, who somehow looked embarrassed and excited at the same time, sitting on the other side of the Frontman, quickly reached the nearest bed and put a pillow under his head.

Gi-Hun quickly nodded to him with a slight grateful smile and, not wanting to waste any more time talking, instantly launched both hands under In-Ho's jacket, squeezing his sides, ribs and thighs alternately, just to try.

In-Ho trembled and quietly whined through tightly clenched teeth, shaking his head again from side to side. Since Gi-Hun did not scratch or scrape, but still just squeezed and poked different places in turn, In-Ho constantly recoiled from his hand to the left, to immediately fly on the other hand and dodge to the right, where a new electric discharge was already waiting. But he could still hold on, only slightly whined and whimpered, alternately squeezing his jaw and biting his lip.

"Still don't want to please us with your laughter? You are so stubborn, you know that? Okay, you're literally asking for it!” With these words, Gi-Hun put his hands not only under Yong-Il's jacket, but also under his T-shirt, digging with all ten fingers into the very place near the lower rib that made the poor frontman scream for the first time and began to ruthlessly drill and dig with his fingertips.

And then In-Ho broke down…

"HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAA!!!”

"Aaaaaw, just look at you!!!", Gi-Hun admired, while continuing to tickling all over the ribcage and trying to dodge In-Ho's knees, who tried to kick him from behind, "Your real laugh is so adorable! Why did you hide it? Maybe you just provoked us to tickle you?”

"I did NOHOHOOOHOOOOT," In-Ho cried in a high-pitched voice, still kicking his feet desperately and squirming with his whole body as much as Jung-Bae's hands, holding tightly, allowed him to do it.

"You didn’t? Strange, I think you definitely are... It's not kind to trick your friends for your own amusement”, Jung-Bae remarked with obvious pleasure in his voice, quickly removed one of his hands to scratch on In-Ho's neck, which he immediately tried to pull back, like a turtle, forgetting to catch the moment for a successful attempt to pull out his hands and before Jung-Bae returned the grip back.

"So, would you tell us where your worst spot is?", Gi-Hun continued to mock, sitting on In-Ho's hips, giving him a light respite, ceasing to tickle intensely, but continuing to pinch different points on his torso, making In-Ho laughing with the pure bubble laughter but with a slight hoarseness.

"Iiiihihihiiii don't knohohohoooow pleahahahase I sweahahahar," the frontman whimpered, sacrificing a lost chance to regain his breath at least a little, for the sake of these words.

"Poor thing, no one has tickled you for a long time, right? We’ll fix it and definitely will find where you are the most ticklish, don't worry!” Gi-Hun cooed in a childish voice, returning to a quick tickle again.

Until this day, In-Ho never even thought that someone's teasing could almost physically tickle almost as much as someone’s hands. It was completely unclear how it worked at all, but all their conversations among themselves, as if he had not been here (like they did it before this all started) and this stupid innocent Gi-Hun’s tone, addressed to him with this terrible threat, multiplied the sensations several times in some way. It seems that In-Ho was terribly unfair to his brother once and now he gets twice for it.

Gi-Hun finally pulled his evil hands out from under his T-shirt, but only to roll it up enough to open a pale tremoring belly. It seemed that Gi-Hun even rolled up the T-shirt with an unnecessary movement of his fingers on In-Ho’s sides, sending electric discharges all over his body and tearing out of his throat hoarse laughter and snorts. How could such an innocent person fit so much toughness?

In-Ho had no opportunity to think about this thought for a long time, as Gi-Hun chuckled again, forcing the frontman to raise his head and see with horror his fingers writhing a few millimeters from bare skin. In-Ho immediately pulled in his stomach with a loud trembling breath.

"You should stop to hold your stomach, Young-il, cause it's not make it less sensitive! Just relax!"

"It's not sensitive..."

"Oh, of course! Maybe we should say very-very ticklish instead?”

Gi-Hun SLOWLY traced his nails on both sides of the navel, parallel to the sides, and began to display the patterns with his nails lazily.

"Not the naHAHAAILS PLEASE", In-Ho sobbed and his voice cracked, despite the fact that Gi-Hun was still barely touching, as if accidentally touching the skin with his nails, not lowering his hands on In-Ho’s stomach properly, but not ceasing teasing.

"Not the na-ha-ils?”, Gi-Hun cooed and he even couldn't pronounce these words clearly because of his own chuckle. It was the WORST of all, "Why the nails touching is worst? Too tickles for you could stand it?”

“NOOOOHOHOOOOOO”

"You're lying again! Probably we should teach you not only to laugh sincerely, but also how to stop lying and how to admit the obvious things!”, having said this, Gi-Hun fixed his fingers right under the navel, resting his nails on In-Ho’s stomach and began to bring them to one point and then spread in different directions, climbing into the navel with the index finger of the other hand.

In-Ho was absolutely going crazy and probably he wouldn't be lying if he said he had NEVER felt so ticklish! Well, he would have thought differently if he could look into the future for a few minutes...

Through the unbearably lightly sensitive agony, In-Ho barely understood the moment when Gi-Hun gently stroked his stomach with both palms, erasing the feeling of this torture.

"Well, it was unexpectedly fun! Let's see what noises you can make else", he said affectionately, lowering his hands on his hip bones and alternating pinching for them with a quick and strong tickling on the lower ribs. Through the sensations that pierced every cell of his body, In-Ho didn’t even notice how Jung-Bae squirmed behind him, intercepting both of his wrists into one of his hands and pressing it by his knee for reliability. The free hand devilishly slowly (which, in contrast to the now madly jumping on the lower ribs and sides of Gi-Hun's fingers gave an even more crazy effect) crawled down his chest already from the upper ribs.

In-Ho fought in sensitive agony and screamed so that it seemed that not only the whole room, but also the whole island could hear him... What a shame! When he agreed to become a player at these games and gave his pink soldiers instructions about it, he couldn’t imagine that they would have to see him in such a situation and such a state. If he knew, he would have thought about participating in the games twice...

Jung-Bae also had to scream at the top of his voice to cover up all this noise that they forced In-Ho to make.

"Dae-Ho! What are you daydreaming about? Come on, don't be shy, join us! Every person is important! Just look how Mr. Player 001 likes to finally laugh for real! I think he’ll be very happy if you also contribute!"

Actually, Dae-Ho had long wanted to join, but an inexplicable sense of embarrassment was almost as strong in him as this desire to help his mates. A direct invitation from his mentor made his cheeks fill up a little with blush, but still he looked up at Jung-Bae smiling timidly with the corner of his mouth.

"What should I do, Sir?"

"I think you can try to follow his knees, soldier!", Jung-Bae replied, nodding his head at them, "They seem to be too restless! I'm sure Yon-Il specifically draws so much attention to them to remind us that we forgot about it"

Dae-Ho didn't have to be repeated twice. Trying not to waste time thinking, he saluted with a joyful smile and sat down behind Gi-Hun, saddleding In-Ho's ankles and cutting off his last way to retreat. If how much In-Ho kicked with his feet could be called “the way to retreat”. Even if he was going somewhere, he was locked up now.

Gi-Hun turned over his shoulder and nodded cheeringly to Dae-Ho.

"Come on, Dae-Ho, don't waste your time, Young-Il can't wait anymore, right, Young-Il?"

“Nooohohooo!!! It tiihihiicklehehes", In-Ho's laughter became quieter and full of sobs, as Jung-Bae's hands scratched his tender neck at that time, making him shudder and snort every time the fingertips ran behind his ears, and Gi-Hun’s hand slowed down, distracted by a conversation with Dae-Ho.

"It's supposed to be tickles, silly! Be patient!”, Gi-Hun smiled warmly.

In-Ho howled helplessly and dropped his head back on the pillow.

"Look, Dae-Ho, it's not difficult, try it just like this!", one of Gi-Hun's hands broke away from the ribs and stretched back to squeeze the knee. A surprised scream broke through the quiet hoarse giggles.

"Wow! How well it works for him!", Gi-Hun hummed thoughtfully, "It's your turn now!" And turned back, scraping, scratching and pinching the sides and belly of their prisoner again.

Dae-Ho leaned to the right, trying to see In-Ho's face from behind Gi-Hun's back, but he didn’t meet him with a pleading or threatening look, as he was too busy with hysterics. But Dae-Ho met his gaze with Jung-Bae instead and the elder marine playfully winked to him, continuing to drawing patterns under In-Ho's chin with his nails. Having gathered determination, Dae-Ho finally followed the example of Gi-Hun and scratched his nails right around one of In-Ho's kneecap. It seemed that now, attacked by SIX ruthless hands, In-Ho couldn’t feel the serious difference, but the way his legs jerked madly, trying to throw off both Gi-Hun and Dae-Ho from them and how loudly he squealed, made it clear that the difference between the four and the six hands was colossal. This inspired Dae-Ho and he began to squeeze and scratch both his knees and above a little.

In-Ho went absolutely crazy. Neither in childhood, nor in adolescence, especially in adulthood, he has never experienced anything like this. Especially since he became the Frontman, he, as Gi-Hun said, when he was mocking, in fact wasn’t being tickled for a long time and he almost forgot even how a light harmless tickle feels, not to mention the TORTURE that his so-called friends gave him.

He couldn't move, couldn't scream, couldn't think of anything, except that he was tickled absolutely everywhere. He could hardly breathe, laughing hysterically, screaming and crying, when Jung-Bae's hands played with his neck and made their way into his defenseless armpits, Gi-Hun's fingers explored every centimeter of the torso with jumps and runs, and his knees were squeezed, pinched and scraped by Dae-Ho's thin fingers.

Between bouts of hysterical laughter, in an attempt to get more air into the burning lungs, In-Ho began to burst into sobbing. He would have died of shame if now he could feel anything other than the desire for this torment to finally stop.

Jung-Bae didn't miss the chance to notice his sobs out loud; his hands, however, was slowed down a little.

"What’s wrong, “Mr The Rich Laugh Is My Only Laugh”? You don't need to cry!! It's just our hands!”, he cooed.

"AHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAAAA OHOHOHOOO MY GOHOHOOOOD... PLEAHAHAHAHAHAAASE GUHUHUUUUYS LET ME GOHOHOHOOOO LET ME GOHOHOOO LEHEHET ME GOOOOOHOHOOOOO", speaking (or rather, shouting these words through laughter in a high, completely alien voice) was an incredible effort for In-Ho, but there was no choice left.

"Oh, Gi-Hun, look at him! He’s really crying!”, Dae-Ho said anxiously, removing his hands from In-Ho’s knees and patting player 456 on the shoulder. He remembered what it was like to lose to all his sisters in a tickle-fights and suddenly began to fear that his friends gone too far.

Gi-Hun, however, knew that nothing terrible was happening and decided to win the last few seconds of such a sweet piece of cake as the loud helpless laughter of the usually stoic player 001.

"Aaaaw, Young-il, come on, don't cry!", Gi-Hun comforted with his sympathetic puppy look and voice full of absolutely pretend pity, which for some unknown reason only launched more cold shivers down In-Ho's spine, "Maybe you didn't understand the rules? We wanted to hear your laugh! Not your tears! And there is nothing to cry about! It's just a little tickle!”

"PLEEEEEEEEEEE... PLEAHAHAHAAASE ITS TOO MUHUHUHUHUHAHAHAAACH STOHOHOHOP STOPSTOPSTOHOHOHOHOHOP"

"So, do you promise not to hide this beautiful laugh from us anymore?"

"YEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA... YES IHIHIHIHIII... I PROMISE AHAHAHAHAHAA EVERYTHININIG YOU WA-AHAHAHANT"

"Okay so"

The tickling stopped, although it began to seem that it would never happen. Gi-Hun lowered T-shirt with the number 001 and began to rub and pat In-Ho’s torso with his hands, trying to erase the sensations (again) that still made the wet and red-faced Frontman laughing nervously from the residual laughter. At the same time, Jung-Bae patated the poor men’s hair in a paternal way and clumsily tried to smooth out the disheveled strands. Dae-Ho got up and handed to In-Ho his bottle of water, looking with a sympathetic smile.

"There, there, breathe deeply, Young-il, we've done here. Calm down!”, Gi-Hun confirmed with the soft voice, leaning forward and rubbing In-Ho’s hands from the wrist to the shoulder now, "So sorry if it was too much! You laugh is just so sweet... And didn't you enjoy it? Even just a little bit?”

"I hate you all", In-Ho exhaled tiredly, closing his eyes and twisting his numbed wrists.

"Nooo, you are not!", Gi-Hun laughed.

It supposed to be true that the Frontman hates this too self-confident players… But right here and right now, lying on this step, tickled to death, with a soft pillow under his head, soothing hands of people who considered him a friend, feeling with his fingers the cold glass of someone else's bottle of water, he clearly felt something absolutely opposite to hatred...

[enchantingvoidqueen]

Stay still, coin

A/N: Was supposed to post this an hour ago but I tried to release a spider form my room and dropped the fucking cup at my computer and I don't know where it's gone you guys 😭 Anyway! This is part 2 to https://www.tumblr.com/letupabit/774325062293684224/an-alternative-torment?source=share and also requested by @stay-123 !

Summary: After the humiliation of the bathroom, Myung-gi tries to stay out of Thanos and Nam-gyu's way. Unfortuantely, Thanos and Nam-gyu are talented at getting under Myung-gi's skin in more ways than one.

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For the next few days, Myung-gi kept his head down.

He didn’t react to Thanos and Nam-gyu’s taunting at all. Didn’t rise to any of their childish bullying, not even when they swiped his food from right under his nose.

Not even when they’d shoved past him on purpose on his way to his bunk, Nam-gyu putting out a slender leg and tripping him in front of the other players.

Not even when they’d dumped their bottles of water on him whilst he’d been dead asleep- he was particularly furious about this one, as it was rare to actually sleep properly amidst the tension and panic of the death games, but still- he’d said nothing. Just peeled off his sopping shirt as they retreated into the shadows, laughing.

And now he was here, in the bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror like he was trying to dissociate. Surely the X team would win soon- and then he’d be free. He didn’t even care about his own safety- he just wanted to be rid of those two psychopaths.

He splashed some cold water on his face, feeling it drip down his temples, matting his parted fringe, and took a deep breath. Just keep hanging on- just keep imagining a life outside the games, no more shitty scams or coins, hopefully reconciling with Jun-hee and living financially comfortably with their baby-

Loud, obnoxious voices coming from outside the bathroom door snapped him out of his thoughts. Oh no. Ohhh no, no, no-

The door swung open.

Thanos came swaggering in, Nam-gyu practically bouncing at his heels, the pair chattering about something Myung-gi figured he had too many brain cells to make sense of. He immediately felt sick.

They hadn’t even noticed him at first, too busy with their exaggerated hand movements and drugged-up yapping to realise there was anyone else in the room with them. Myung-gi stayed still, hands grasping at the side of the sink, looking at them through the mirror with baited breath. Maybe they wouldn’t notice him? Maybe they’d do whatever it is they needed to do and just fuck off?

His heart dropped when Thanos lifted his head and caught his eye. Oh, fuck.

Thanos stopped in his tracks abruptly, holding out an arm to signal for Nam-gyu to halt.

Nam-gyu stumbled into his arm, looking up at Thanos and asking  ‘What’s up, dude?’. Thanos just smirked and gave a sharp upwards nod towards the other side of the bathroom, jutting out his chin.

Nam-gyu looked toward the direction Thanos had motioned at, and there he was- MG coin, standing at the sink, back rigid and looking as if he could snap like a rubber band. His eyes were unblinking and wide as he held Thanos’ gaze in the mirror.

‘Well, well…look who it is’ Drawled Thanos, stepping lazily toward him. Nam-gyu narrowed his eyes and followed, just a few inches behind Thanos.

‘A dirty fucking scammer’, He sneered, hands in his pockets.

Before Myung-gi could react, both Thanos and Nam-gyu boxed him in on either side. Thanos, with one ankle crossed over the other, tilted his head to the side and grinned.

‘What’cha doin’, MG? Hidin’? Is that it?’

Myung-gi looked down at the sink. He tried to distract himself, tried to block them out, whatever it took to not give them any satisfaction. He focused on the left-over soap bubbles swirling down the drain, the cracks in the porcelain, the rusted tap. The two druggies just continued.

‘Nah, dude, bet he’s thinking about how his channel tanked’ continued Nam-gyu, leaning back on the neighbouring sink in a far-too casual way, head lolling on his shoulder. ‘You feeling dumb yet, MG coin? Mourning your little subscribers?’

Myung-gi’s fingers tightened on the sink. He refused to look up at them.

Thanos snorted and leant in a bit closer.

‘Nah man, he’s probably just embarrassed he’s such a ticklish bitch’ He flicked Myung-gi on the forehead in an attempt to get a reaction, but still- nothing.

Resist, resist, resist

Myung-gi wanted nothing more than to shout back something equally scathing, something that would shut them up, but he knew better.

‘Either that, or planning on how to win his little pregnant bitch back’

Myung-gi bristled.

‘You sure it’s even yours, man?’ Thanos grinned, all teeth. ‘Who’d wanna touch you like that anyway, huh?’

Myung-gi couldn’t hold himself back. His head snapped to Thanos so fast it almost hurt as he pushed himself off the sink and snapped a ‘Shut the FUCK up!’

For a moment there was silence. Thanos’ eyebrows raised and he looked genuinely amused. Nam-gyu held a sweater-pawed fist to his mouth and smiled into his sleeve, eyes flicking from Myung-gi to Thanos.

Thanos grabbed Myung-gi’s collar, pulling him close until they were practically nose-to-nose.

‘You wanna try that again, Coin?’ He purred, grip tightening. Myung-gi forced the steely look on his face to remain strong as he glared back defiantly, despite every part of him wanting to shove Thanos off and run.

‘I said- shut the fuck up’ Myung-gi repeated himself, cold panic spiking in his chest when Thanos’ grin widened and he let out a delighted chuckle.

‘You’re a fucking idiot, boy’ He sneered, looking over MG’s shoulder and nodding at Nam-gyu.

In an instant Nam-gyu hooked a leg around Myung-gi’s own and pulled- Thanos pushed back on his collar, and Myung-gi found his balance thrown on its head as he hit the grimy tiles below with a sharp ‘agh!’.

Thanos’ eyes were wild with giddy, unhinged excitement and he bent down, grabbing an ankle and pulling Myung-gi closer. Nam-gyu was already walking round to position himself above Myung-gi’s head and grabbing his wrists. Thanos settled down on Myung-gi’s waist like he belonged there, ignoring Myung-gi’s frantic twisting and turning.

And just like that- he was at their mercy, in the exact same position as he was a couple of days ago. He hated that it felt…familiar.

‘Hey- no! No, no, no, not this shit again!’ Which only earnt a sharp tug of his wrists from Nam-gyu, and a nasty ‘Should’ve just stayed quiet, bro!’

Thanos slammed his hands on either side of Myung-gi’s head and leant forward, foreheads almost touching. Myung-gi didn’t even have enough room to turn his head away, forcing eye contact.

‘Oh, come on, Nam-gyu. You know we’d have done this again anyway’ he said in such a way it made the ex-youtuber’s skin crawl with dread.

Nam-gyu giggled, tightening his hands around Myung-gi’s wrists so hard he was sure they’d bruise. ‘Yeah, true. His fault for being so damn ticklish’

Thanos set himself upright, his hand settling on the curve of the younger man’s side. His other hand pressed on Myung-gi’s stomach to keep him from squirming.

‘Guys- seriously- this isn’t fucking funny’

The two pill poppers burst into laughter as if Myung-gi had just told the funniest joke they’d ever heard.

‘I don’t know, man’ Sneered Thanos, the hand on Myung-gi’s waist squeezing ever so slightly. Myung-gi held his breath, determined not to give any reaction. ‘Seems pretty fuckin’ hilarious from where I’m sittin’’.

His hand suddenly squeezed firmer and quicker, rapid ticklish pulses that shot to Myung-gi’s brain.

‘Fuhuhuck! S-stop ihihit!’ The youtuber didn’t have a chance, nerves already fried from the intimidation back at the sink, and he dissolved into helpless giggles.

‘There it is!’ Thanos crowed and squeezed even faster (grin widening at the yelp it elicited), the hand on his stomach starting to scrunch in awful clawing motions. He could feel the lean muscles under MG’s shirt tense and jolt as his laughter grew more frantic.

Nam-gyu looked down at Myung-gi, his hair falling in messy swoops.

‘Poor ticklish little scammer! Come on MG coin, you were on the run for like, six months. You can handle this, right?’

The younger man most certainly could NOT handle this. His laughter was wild and, annoyingly, sounding far too bright and happy for the situation. He couldn’t help it- laughter was laughter, after all. His body betraying him, he had no choice but to laugh and laugh.

‘Ohohoho my gohoHOHOD! FUHUHUhuhucking stohohoHOP!’

Thanos brought the hand on MG’s stomach to crawl up his shirt to get better access. He pressed down until he felt the resistance of muscle, curled his fingers and shook his hand into his abs. Myung-gi SCREAMED and his legs kicked out, trying to twist his upper-body away from the assault.

‘You like that? Huh?’ the purple haired man taunted and shuffled himself slightly, bringing his hand from Myung-gi’s waist to his under-arm and spidering them in that excruciating feather-light way he remembered Myung-gi hated.

‘He must do, Hyung, listen to how happy he sounds!’ Nam-gyu was leaning on his knees, putting pressure on Myung-gi’s wrists as he lazed leisurely like he wasn’t helping bring a grown man into hysterics.

‘Yeah man, we should be charging for this. You’re having fun, right, MG coin?’

Myung-gi’s laughter became frustrated and desperate and he tried tugging his wrists free, not even a conscious effort but just instinct. Nam-gyu didn’t let him budge an inch.

‘YOUHUHU FUHUHUHUCKERS! YOU A-AHAHA-ABSOLUHUHUTE FUHUHUCKERS!!’

The sensations of the vibrating at his stomach and the feathery torture under his arm brought tears of mirth to his eyes, his chest was starting to hurt from laughing so hard.

Nam-gyu used a knee to press on his wrists, freeing up his hands. He drilled his fingers into MG’s free armpit, Thanos’ fluttering fingers in the opposite a harsh contrast to the more intense touch. The club promoter’s other hand snaked under Thanos’ stretched forearm to vibrate at Myung-gi’s upper ribs.

‘Dude, you’re like, super skinny. I can feel every single one of your ribs, man’ Nam-gyu mused casually, forcing fingers into the gaps between bone as if actually counting them.

‘Nah, boy, his stomachs where it’s at’ Replied Thanos, withdrawing his hand scribbling at MG’s pit- only to shove it roughly under his shirt, joining his other hand, poking and prodding in rapid motions. ‘I swear I can feel your organs, Coin’ he barked out a laugh, ‘shit man, you ever eat?’

‘PLEAHAHAHSE! PLEAHAHahahahAHASE! I CAHAHAahaAHAHNT FUHuhuhHUHUCKING-‘

Clink

‘Oh, shit-‘

Thanos froze, hands stilling on Myung-gi’s stomach. Nam-gyu hadn’t noticed anything and just kept going, both hands in the youtuber’s armpits drilling and digging and keeping him squirming and hysterical.

‘Dude, dude, stop’ Thanos urged, furrowing his brow as his eyes darted over Myung-gi’s torso.

Nam-gyu eased up and shot the older man a look of confusion. Myung-gi heaved and panted, face red and tears blurring his vision, pooling at his temples. He didn’t know why it had stopped, but he didn’t care. He could finally catch his breath, and the horrid ticklish feelings had stopped.

‘Come on man, it was just getting good’

‘Nah wait, I- fuck, I’ve lost a ring’

Nam-gyu blinked at him. His fingers twitched like he was about to just start up again anyway. ‘Huh?’

‘One of my fuckin’ rings fell off’ Thanos started poking around under Myung-gi’s shirt experimentally. ‘Maybe if the little shit didn’t squirm so damn much…’

He continued feeling around, fingers invading every inch of MG’s torso. He wasn’t even trying to tickle Myung-gi right now, genuinely just trying to find his ring. ‘Where the fuck is it…shit’s expensive…’ He murmured, mostly to himself.

Myung-gi’s body couldn’t tell the difference. It didn’t matter that Thanos wasn’t intentionally tickling him- it did tickle. Not to the point of the same hysterical laughter as when they were actually trying, but still infuriating all the same.

‘Ihihihi…heheheahaha…’ Small, breathless giggles escaped him and against his will he squirmed involuntarily.

‘Stop fuckin’ moving, Coin boy’ warned Thanos, shifting in place to reach his hands round the back of MG’s shirt, forcing his back to arch slightly.

‘I ca-cahahahan’t hehehelp it! You’re tihihickling mehehe-EEE!’ He squealed when Thanos thought he’d found the ring, jabbing into his side quickly to grab it in case it disappeared again, but it was nothing. He gave a ‘tsk’ of frustration, continuing the search.

‘No I’m not, you little fuck. Just hold still’

‘YOU ARE! You’re fuhuhuhucking tihihihickling!’

Thanos narrowed his eyes and squeezed Myung-gi’s sides in three ticklish pulses, intentional now, making his laughter amp up.

‘That’s tickling’ and then leant close to MG’s face, ‘I won’t say it again. Stay. The fuck. Still’

He stayed there for a few more seconds, staring into Myung-gi’s eyes sternly to make sure he got the message, before sitting himself upright again and resuming trying to find his ring.

Myung-gi tried. He really did. And he was doing a good job of it too, until Nam-gyu decided he was bored of just sitting there and needed to make things more…interesting.

He watched as Thanos practically put his arm halfway up Myung-gi’s shirt, not even looking at either of them, lost in the search. Myung-gi was still giggling, trying not to move, snorting when Thanos hit a particularly bad spot. The youtuber’s eyes were squeezed shut with effort and neither of the two men noticed when Nam-gyu, with an evil grin, quietly positioned his hands above Myung-gi’s armpits and drilled in.

It was just a few seconds, but it was so unexpected and intense that Myung-gi squealed and his entire body jolted, legs kicking out like he was trying to run through the floor itself.

Thanos snapped upright with an angry ‘Myung-gi!’, and shot his hands down to the hollows of the youtuber’s hips. He kneaded his thumbs into the divots in tight, furious circles, sending shockwaves through Myung-gi’s core- and just like that he was back in absolute hysterics, so frantic his laughter turned silent for a second.

The tickling was so bad he could hardly keep up with his own laughter, fresh tears springing to his eyes within seconds.

‘IHIHIHIT WAS HIHIHIM!! HE FUHUHUHUHUCKING- GAH! NOHOHOHOHO!’

‘Don’t blame Nam-gyu just because you’re too pathetic to be touched, Coin’ Thanos jeered, ignoring the stifled laughter from his partner in crime.

‘Yeah dude, I didn’t fucking do anything. You’re just dramatic’

Despite the frustration, Thanos couldn’t help but smile, still digging into that horrid spot above Myung-gi’s hips. As much as he hated the scammer, his laughter was contagious, and seeing him all flushed and giggly when he was usually such a serious downer was hilarious.

Myung-gi was in pieces below him, laughter high-pitched and desperate.

Suddenly-

Clink

There was the sound of metal hitting tile and Thanos immediately lit up with child-like glee, shoving his right hand up further into MG’s shirt and feeling his fingers curl around something cold.

‘Fucking finally!’

‘You found it?’

‘Yeah man. Always the last place you look, huh?’ Replied Thanos, holding the ring to the light with theatrical flourish before putting it back on his finger, twisting the chunky silver band as if testing it wasn’t in danger of falling off again.

Myung-gi panted below, straining his head to the side to wipe tears of laughter off on his shoulder. Much to his chagrin, he couldn’t wipe the smile off his face, like his body had decided it had been laughing so much that it was now a default setting.

‘Right, you- you got your stupid ring back. I’m done, okay? That’s enough. Leave me alone’

Thanos and Nam-gyu looked down at him slowly. Like they couldn’t quite believe what they were hearing.

‘You’ve had enough?’ asked Nam-gyu with exaggerated mocking confusion. ‘What about us?’

Thanos scoffed, a nasty smirk on his face as he cocked his head to the side. ‘Yeah MG coin, don’t be so selfish’

Myung-gi looked at them with wide eyes.

‘Wh-what? What do you-?’

He was cut off by Thanos placing his fully-ringed hands on MG’s sides, drumming them teasingly.

‘What, you thought that whole shit with me trying to find my ring counts? No way, boy!’

‘No no no, come on! Come the fuck on! It’s been hours!’

Nam-gyu snorted and in a far too casual tone said, ‘Oh come on MG coin, it’s been literally 10 minutes at most’

Myung-gi’s thrashing renewed, this time not involuntarily from tickling but just the sheer instinct to get away.

‘You can’t!! I can’t fucking take anymore!’

Thanos just grinned and Nam-gyu had already got his hands on the hollows of Myung-gi’s underarms once again.

‘Let’s hear those pretty little giggles again, MG coin’

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Raspberries

I have two unfinished draw (one of them abt hwang brothers but i dont feel it's look good://) anyway, i am doodling instead of finish them😺.

SOOO it's a UA that Jung-bea found out Dae-ho's sisters tickle him to make him calm down

help dae-ho look weird😭😭

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They are the biggest shipperﾉ)ﾟДﾟ(ヽ

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Sadly guys, SADLY😿💔😞

Just one question; is Dae-ho's dead confirmed at seanson 3??