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drops this and runs

Tying his hair up into a ponytail, just like his mother always taught him, he lugged himself downstairs, the smell of pancakes not enough to entice him with fear’s grip tight around him, drowning him completely. Brown eyes met his, a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, she knew something, she always did. Not a word broke the barrier set between them, the sun’s glow a failed attempt of pitiful comfort, illuminating his fair, slim body under its wake. Taking a bite of the breakfast set in front of him, he only moved his head forward ever so slightly, an acknowledgement that his mother said nothing to, but subtly nodded in return. Mornings were always like these, except the nightmares slipped by on chance, unknowing of when they’ll return, it filled his stomach to the brim faster than the pancakes could.

🥺🥺🥺 oh my god the way this made me feel

UR WRITINGS SO GOOD BABY. ITS PERFECT. i love it 🥺🥺

i’m glad you’re back to writing a little bit :( it’s been a while.

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sannannananananaman SANA

CHECK UR DMS PLS

CHECKED :3

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I got back kind of into writing..should I include a tkl scene into it? :)

-<3 anon

HEARTED ANON 😗🫵🏼 @hearted-anon I KNOW ITS U AND YES

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@jungwon-is-the-one

MY BROTHER IS IN COLLEGE NOW SO HE CAN'T HELP MEEEE

he gives the worst teases but i really want it rn I miss him

ooooffff 🙈🙈🙈🙈 WELL MESSAGE HIM.

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@jungwon-is-the-one

IT'S NOT WORKING

i-i...i iwant...

iwantraspberriesonmystomachsobad

I mean what

AWWHHH 🥹🥹🥹 go ask ur bro lololol

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Gym Recovery

Lee!Changbin

Ler!Chan

A/N: 3RD FICCCC. I promise I'll try to make my 4th one longer. I'm still starting out

Warnings: gentle tickles

DISCLAMER: This is a tickle fic. If you don't like it, just scroll past.

Changbin had just gotten back from the gym. He did a more intense workout this time, so his legs and back are a bit sore. He put his stuff down, and went to lay on the couch. He got on his phone.

Not long after, Chan walked into the room. "Hey Binnie." He said, sitting next to him. "Hi Channie-hyung." Changbin said, sounding exhausted

"Are you ok Binnie? You sound exhausted." He rubbed his hand on the younger's shoulder. "Yeah. I just got back from the gym. My back is sore." "Do you want me to give you a massage?" Chan asked. "Yes please hyung!" Changbin layed on his stomach on thw couch, as Chan started massaging his back.

Changbin immediately started feeling relief. Chan was gently but firmly massaging his back, and Changbin started dozing off. That was until Chan slowly traced his fingers down the younger's ribs, making Changbin squeak. "Hehey dont do that" Changbin gently giggled, as Chan softly smirked "What? Gentle tickles help too!" Chan started gently spidering Changbin's sides, making him squeak with giggles

"Hyuhuhuhung nohohoho" Changbin's giggles started picking up. Chan was in awe at the younger's giggles. He started to gently spider his hands over his ribs, changbin giggling more and more. "HyUNG NOHOHOHOHOHO" Chan just giggled, continuing. "This will help it too!" Changbin was blushing and giggling. He knew he loved this.

Chan's hands suddenly went to the youngers hips, making Changbin squeal really loud. "Oh is this a bad spot??" Changbin just giggled more and more, as Chan started gently tickling his hips.

After a few more minutes of this, Chan finally let up, and sat down, giggling. Changbin kept giggling for a little bit. "You knohow you're evil right?" Changbin said, still gently giggling. "I was trying to help you." Chan smiled. They rested on the couch, both of them falling asleep.

And Hyunjin was paying attention to all of this for no reason

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so why am i flopping rn

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Help-

I'm in a lee mood 😭👉👈

IM TRYING TO READ STUFF BUT IT'S NOT HELPING SANAAAAAA

go read my fics baby 🙈 i have 137 and by the time you’re done maybe it’ll be satiated. 💕💝💞🎀💖

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Hi! Can you write a kpop tickle fic of Lee Know tickled Han but mainly focus on tickling the legs? Like the calves, knees and thighs? Thx!!!

Ps leg tickles are so underrated 😓

fine category:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 1k

𝙖/𝙣: TIS BEEN FAR TOO LONG. happy birthday @ssstarlostx !! this fic is for u and i hope u have a great year ahead :3

𝙩/𝙬: teasing, both soft and rough tickles

𝒍𝒆𝒆: han

𝙡𝙚𝙧: minho

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v–143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry

 @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee @moony-9 @sunny-117 @minnielvrr @reginald-stay09 @lunalattae @just-hyunlix-things @skzrosey @kijaswrldd @shinywombatcrusade @heartsforvia @kawaiihaille20 @mars-hi1009 @gnabnahcnova

Jisung’s day was going totally fine. Yep, watching his hyung pelt stuffed animals at his legs, tied to the ends of the chair, arms behind his back, was a totally fine category of his day. 

And that was what he was yelling at the moment.  

“You’re so dramatic,” Minho said sweetly from beside him, testing his grip on a feather duster and clicking his fingers—long, glinting fake nails that had been part of his costume earlier that day. Jisung paled just looking at them.

“Please!! Anything but those—” He whined. “This isn’t fair…I didn’t even do ahanything!!”

“You exist.” Minho deadpanned, eyes narrowing. “Now do you want me to explain the rules?? Of my one person game, which involves you losing either way?” 

“Yes…” Jisung groaned, squeaking when Minho walked over with a pack of stickers. 

“Okay!” He chirped. “Here’s the game: I toss this little guy at one of the targets—” He mimicked a throw with a little underhand lob, then caught it again, “—and wherever he lands, I get to tickle that exact spot. For two full minutes.”

Jisung’s jaw dropped, and his mind began blanking from panic. “That’s not a game, that’s a death sentence!”

Minho grinned. “It’s entertainment.”

And ten minutes later, Jisung was in the chair, face burning, legs trembling, arms bound behind his back, and watching in wide-eyed panic as Minho stepped back, held the quokka in his hands like it was a bomb, and grinned at him with the look of someone about to destroy a man.

“Ready~?” Minho cooed.

“Minho I swear on EVERY SKZOO EVER MADE—”

“Too late~”

And the first plushie flew through the air.

It hit Jisung’s right knee. 

And the ace gasped like he’d been shot. “NOOO—NO NONO NOT THE KNEE—” He shrieked, already pulling at the restraints in a wild, twitchy panic. 

Minho was beaming.

“Ooooh,” He cooed like he’d just won a jackpot, crouching slowly, dramatically, right in front of Jisung’s trembling legs. “First try. Right knee. You know what that means~”

“I’M GONNA DIE!!” Jisung wailed, gritting his teeth and tugging at his restraints. “Hyung—HYUNG YOU KNOW HOW BAD IT IS!!”

“And that’s why I’m going to go gentle.” Minho reassured, although his grin said otherwise. 

His nails skittered in little circles around the softest parts of Jisung’s knee, dancing around the cap, then suddenly scribbling up the edge where it met the thigh. Then back again, lightly, just enough to make Jisung’s laughter pitch climb higher and higher—

And Sungie was giggling like an idiot. 

“Minhoooo!!” Jisung whined. “I cahahahahan’t TAHAHAHAKE THAHAT!!”  

“You’re doing amazing,” Minho giggled, switching hands and doubling down with both thumbs now pressing right into the squishy dip just below the kneecap.

And when the timer rang, Minho stepped back. 

Minho held the plush quokka like it was a sacred weapon.

Jisung, still breathless and twitchy from the first round, had tears in his eyes and a dazed, pleading smile on his face. His left knee was red, twitching, clearly still feeling the aftershocks of the ticklish frenzy Minho had driven him into.

And Jisung’s entire soul left his body the moment the plushie hit him square on the inner thigh—not just grazing a target, not just skimming the edge, but lodging itself perfectly between the two inner thigh bullseyes Minho had oh-so-innocently set up earlier.

“Oh,” Minho whispered, blinking in mock awe. “Double hit.”

“Minho, please…” Jisung gasped out, hips shifting in the seat like he could somehow melt out of the chair entirely. “PLEASE not the thigh, not the—Minho PLEASE!!”

And Minho absolutely pounced, his fingers digging into the muscle without an ounce of hesitation.

Jisung absolutely lost it, instantly squealing so loud it echoed throughout the room. His body jerked, knees yanked inwards instinctively, but they were strapped down tight. All he could do was laugh and giggle and take it.

Minho’s fingers skittered everywhere. Up and down the plush, sensitive skin, around the edges of the taped-on targets, dragging in slow horrible spirals near the crease where thigh met hip.

“Plehehehehease—!!” Jisung squeaked, cheeks soaked with tears, voice climbing higher and higher with every scribble. “Nohohohot thehehehere not theheehheereee—MINHOOHOHOHO—!!”

“But I hit the target,” Minho said sweetly. “Both of them!! Gotta respect the rules.”

He leaned in, his hair brushing against Jisung’s thigh as he focused his evil little clawing just under the edge of the tape, right in the soft dip of flesh, making Jisung’s laughter crack into desperate, cackly little giggles.

“Youhuhuhure so mehehehehehean to mehehehe!!” He wailed, twisting like crazy.

Minho only smiled wider.

He picked up the pace, switching to light spidering for a few seconds—just enough to make Jisung think he could breathe—before suddenly digging in again with firm little kneads of his thumbs into the trembling muscle.

That got the loudest howl yet.

“YOUHUHUHAHHAH—!!”

Jisung was gone. A thrashing, teary mess, drooling and squealing and sputtering out half-syllables of gibberish.

“I’M GONNA DIE—” He gasped, head lolling as he laughed himself red, “I cahhahahahan’t STOHOHOP TIHIHICKLING MEEHEHEH!!”

“You’re gonna laugh.” Minho corrected, glancing at the timer with a grin. “Still one minute to go~”

Jisung screamed again.

Minho leaned in with the softest, evilest voice imaginable. “Want me to use the nails now?”

Jisung let out a sound that couldn’t even be classified as human when Minho’s nails trailed down his thigh, past his knee, and right against his calves. 

This was so unfair. Jisung didn’t even know he was that ticklish there. But now he was thrashing and screeching like a banshee at the feeling of nails dragging along the skin there, and poor Sungie was losingit. 

“OKAHAHAHAHAY OKAY!! I GET IT I GET IT!! PLEHEHEHEHEASE ITS TOO TIHIHICKLISH!!” Sung didn’t even know what he was screeching about, all he could feel was the tickles. 

“Okay okay,” Minho laughed, letting up and watching Jisung pant before reaching back to unclip the restraints. “You did great~”

“Never agahain.” 

“Ehhhh…we’ll think about that later.”

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i’m sorry everyone the fic will be posted tomorrow due to a family emergency. please understand ❤️‍🩹

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You Asked For It

Lee! Seungmin Ler! Minho

a/n: 2min my babieess <3 warnings: Seungmin being his bratty self

tags: @tmnt-stayhead @itzsana-kiddingmenow @ssstarlostx @hansloveleeknow @sirloncelot-of-bananas @lezleeferguson-120

This is a tickle fic. If you're not into this stuff pls scroll... <3

It was one of those lazy afternoons in the dorm — the kind where nobody had anything to do but annoy each other. Seungmin, of course, had chosen the latter.

He was lying sprawled across the living room couch, dressed in a soft oversized hoodie, shorts, and the fluffiest socks imaginable. His feet were propped up on the armrest, his phone lazily flipping between apps. But his true entertainment wasn’t on the screen.

It was Lee Know, dancing around the kitchen to some random beat, waiting for the microwave to finish reheating his lunch.

“Hyung,” Seungmin called out, his voice already laced with mischief. “What exactly are you doing?”

Lee Know raised an eyebrow. “Cooking.”

“That’s cooking?” Seungmin grinned. “Looked more like wierd dancing... if the theme was ‘confused flamingo.’”

Lee Know blinked. “Excuse me?”

Seungmin shrugged with faux innocence. “Just saying.”

Lee Know stared at him for a beat. “You want to rethink that?”

“Why? Is the flamingo offended?”

Lee Know set his bowl down slowly and turned toward the couch, arms crossed. Seungmin’s smirk widened.

“Oh, are you mad?” he teased. “Is the great Lee Know going to—HEY!”

Because suddenly, Lee Know was walking straight for him with that familiar slow, calm, deadly energy — the exact kind that spelled doom for whoever was in his path.

Seungmin scrambled to sit up, but Lee Know was already there, kneeling at the edge of the couch by Seungmin’s socked feet, cracking his knuckles.

“Hyung—wait—I was just joking—!”

“Were you?” Lee Know asked, grabbing both of Seungmin’s ankles before he could escape. “Funny. I’m about to be hilarious.”

Seungmin didn’t even have time to beg properly before Lee Know’s fingers dove into his soles — through the socks, but still devilishly effective.

“NAHAHAHAHY! NOHOHOHOOO!” Seungmin shrieked, throwing his head back, twisting and thrashing on the couch.

Lee Know smirked. “That doesn’t sound like your bratty nature now.”

“YOHOHOU SAID YOU WERE COHOHOOKING—NOT TORTURING!”

“I was cooking. But now,” Lee Know said, voice casual, fingers scratching the middle of Seungmin’s arches, “I’m dealing with a guy who doesn’t know when to shut up.”

Seungmin bucked wildly, trying to yank his feet away, but Lee Know had them perfectly pinned, using his thighs to trap them in place as he tickled mercilessly. His fingers moved in every direction — zigzags, scribbles, light fluttering under the toes — and Seungmin was losing it.

“PLEHEHEHEASE HYUHUHUUNG—”

“Oh?” Lee Know said, finally slowing his fingers for just a moment. “Already begging?”

Seungmin panted, chest heaving, hair sticking to his forehead.

“You know,” Lee Know said, raising a brow as he studied Seungmin’s socked feet. “I think these fluffy little socks are actually protecting you too much.”

“No. No, nononono—don’t you da—”

Too late.

Lee Know peeled the first sock off with exaggerated slowness, revealing Seungmin’s bare foot. His toes curled instinctively, already bracing. The second sock followed, flung somewhere behind him.

Lee Know gave a satisfied hum. “Much better.”

Seungmin’s feet were pale, soft, and twitching. His toes wiggled nervously as Lee Know just stared at them for a moment.

“You know what happens now, right?” he asked.

Seungmin gulped. “You don’t have to—”

“Oh, but I do.”

Then Lee Know’s fingers were back, this time on bare skin, and Seungmin let out a scream-laugh so loud it echoed.

“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! I CAHAHAN’T!”

“Oh, I know,” Lee Know teased, dragging a single finger slowly up the side of Seungmin’s sole, making him convulse. “That’s the whole point.”

He tickled under the toes, scratched the heels, traced lazy spirals into the balls of his feet — and Seungmin was hysterical, voice cracking as he kicked uselessly.

His feet twitched and curled with every touch, but Lee Know was relentless. “Are these ticklish little feet still feeling bratty?”

“NOHOHOHO! I SWEHEHEAR!”

Lee Know laughed, eyes glinting. “I don’t believe you.”

Then, slowly, as Seungmin lay limp and trembling in laughter, Lee Know’s fingers stilled.

But instead of letting go, he reached one hand up — and landed it right on Seungmin’s lower tummy.

Seungmin’s breath hitched.

“Wait—wait wait hyung—”

“You didn’t think we were done, did you?”

And then — both hands moved at once. One resumed torturing Seungmin’s bare soles, while the other dug into his belly, knowing right where Seungmin was absolutely weakest.

The reaction was instant.

Seungmin gasped.

Then nothing.

No laughter.

Just wild, red-faced, open-mouthed silent laughter, his body arched and trembling.

Lee Know grinned like the devil. “There it is. The mute button.”

He kept going, alternating between scribbling up and down Seungmin’s arches and squeezing along his belly. It was completely unfair, completely overwhelming — and completely deserved.

Seungmin’s arms flailed blindly above his head. His feet were trying to kick, but Lee Know had him perfectly locked down.

After nearly a full minute of silent writhing, Seungmin let out the tiniest, broken wheeze.

“Hyuh-hyuh—hyung—”

Lee Know, finally satisfied, slowed his hands and then stopped, letting Seungmin’s legs fall back onto the couch gently.

Seungmin was a wreck — flushed, breathless, giggling weakly, hair a total mess.

Lee Know stood up, brushing imaginary dust from his hands. “That,” he said, “was for the flamingo comment.”

Seungmin could barely speak. “I... I hate you.”

Lee Know smiled and leaned down, pressing a teasing kiss to his forehead.

“Sure you do.”

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@ssstarlostx YOUR FIC WILL BE POSTED TODAY I PROMISE 😭😭😭 i had exams so i need to do some finishing touches but it will be posted!! happy birthday to you 🎀💗💖💞💝💕

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pls pls pls get into zerobaseone pls i dont even want u to write for them i just want more ppl to be zeroses😢😢 i actually love zb1 and i need to share them theyre so silly and fun like who cares that theyre might disband soon (they wont btw trust💔💔) pls stan zb1 theyre so cutie silly funny itll be like a bday present to me since my birthday is this month!!!!!(genuinely though dont force urself if u dont want to but i highly encourage😁) watch zbtving, idol human theater, or camp zb1 literally any variety they appeared on

ooo i’m actually a baby zerose already!! i just need some more time to kinda get into the group properly hehe 🎀💗💖💝 thank you for the recommendation!! i’ll be sure to check it out 💞💕💗

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Hihihi, is ur 2023 tkltober on another account? Cus when I click the link it shows “nothing here!”

oh goodness. there’s a chance it was there before i changed my username so now the link changed and you can’t access it anymore…? oh no :( i’ll look into it anon it’ll probably be fixed by this evening

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YEJI × ‘GIRLS WILL BE GIRLS’ 2025