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a small compilation of lee felix ler minho momoents🤭💖

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@jungwon-is-the-one, @reginald-stay09, @dusk-mp3, @lezleeferguson-120, @sophi-tickl-blog

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Seungie tickled Innie🤭the way he kinda flinched near the end🥺🫠

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@jungwon-is-the-one, @reginald-stay09, @dusk-mp3, @lezleeferguson-120, @sophi-tickl-blog

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Why can't we stop Seungmin?

Lees: Seungmin, Chan Lers: Minho, Hyunjin Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: what i wish Chan would choose for his challenge in the SKZCODE ep😉

Tags: @itzsana-kiddingmenow, @lajanaa, @bbybumblelee, @hearted-anon, @lunalattae,

@jungwon-is-the-one, @reginald-stay09, @dusk-mp3, @lezleeferguson-120, @sophi-tickl-blog

Chan had a lot of talents to pick from against the younger, and faced with the sheer number of choices, he had to admit, he didn’t know which to pick.

Should he go for one where he could easily defeat the naughty puppy? Or for one that was more entertaining, one STAYs would enjoy quite a bit?

Maybe then he could make Seungmin say he’s half 50 this year for his penalty.

As he sat there pondering, Felix, who’d already picked his, walked over. “Whatcha pick Channie hyung?” he asked, peering over Chan’s shoulder at his empty sketchbook. “Need some ideas?”

“Got too many actually. Dunno which one I should pick.” Chan replied, tapping his lip with one finger as he considered.

“Want some help?” Felix sat down next to him, hands automatically moving to massage the leader’s shoulders. Chan’s body visibly relaxed as the younger expertly worked out the kinks.

“How about… tickles? Maybe exclusively on one spot? But like with a twist. A sound level meter.” Felix suggested, a smug smirk on his face.

Chan laughed at that, half shy and half impressed. He could feel the heat rising to his cheeks as he thought about how that would play out.

He could maybe pick a spot that was deadly for Seungmin but tolerable for him. It would certainly be highly entertaining for all involved, he was sure. “You think I could handle that?” He asked meekly.

“Should we test it out hyung?” Felix teased, hands slipping down to Chan’s waist and giving it an experimental squeeze. It had the leader squealing and hopping away.

“Nohoho, that won’t be necessary.” And so, it was decided.

“Time for the final battle! Seungmin vs. Chan.” Felix’s voice rang through the room, his excitement obvious.

[Final match/ Endurance battle]

“Whoever can handle having their stomach tickled for 3 minutes wins. Oh and you can’t go over 70 decibels or you lose.” Felix read the rules out loud for them.

Cheers erupted across the stage, everyone laughing happily as both Chan and Seungmin blushed.

The younger looked about ready to protest but seeing how everyone else was on board with this, he deflated. He had to beat them at their game. That was the rule.

Two chairs were set up and Felix and Jeongin took charge of the sound level meters.

“I’ll keep my hands behind by myself.” Chan said, promptly doing just that, leaving Seungmin no choice but to let Changbin restrain him. Oh boy.

Hyunjin and Minho volunteered to be the lers, cracking their knuckles and flexing their fingers.

And since Seungmin was left to his own devices (literally), he got Minho as his ler. Seungmin’s eyes widened when the Minho lifted his t-shirt, lips parting to protest but the timer rang.

He sealed his lips in a hurry, a small whine escaping nonetheless, the sound racking up to a heart stopping 68 dB before going back down.

He struggled, eyes squeezed shut and hands clenching and unclenching as he tried to stay quiet as a mouse.

From the corner of his eye, he could see Chan struggling way less with Hyunjin, who only occasionally attempted a team kill. Y’know just to keep him guessing.

While Hyunjin's hands swirled lightly over Chan's abs and sides, Minho— ever the tickle monster, had one finger buried in Seungmin's belly button while his free hand alternated between squeezing Seungmin's sides and vibrating into his belly.

Seungmin’s eyes almost bugged out of their sockets, face pink and the color only bled down his neck the longer Minho continued.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! There’s no way he could take this treatment for very long. He usually barely survived a minute being tickled on his worst spots.

And the poor pup, robbed of his ability to speak, frantically mouthed “please's” and “I can't, I really can't-s.” Felix was certainly right about the entertainment factor.

"What's that? We can't hear you Seungmin-ah. You've gotta speak up if you want something." Han taunted, unable to actually do anything cause of the rules but having found a loophole as expected.

“Mmhmpmh! Plehehease!” Seungmin whisper giggled, pressing himself against the back of the chair, trying to escape. It was ultimately pointless.

“65dB Seungminie. Are you giving up that easily?” Minho taunted, smiling in amusement when the younger shook his head helplessly.

Minho wiggled his fingers in Seungmin's face, pretending like he was gonna reach for random spots while Felix whispered innocent little remarks about how ticklish Seungmin was and how much he seemed to be enjoying this.

After all, they hadn't heard a single complaint since it started!

It was only when they hit the 2 minute mark that the younger seems to start running out of steam.

His knee bounced soundlessly, heel never quite touching the floor. He was trying to keep quiet.

But all that changed when Minho lifted his shirt, moving closer until his lips touched Seungmin's belly.

The younger shook his head pleadingly, begging his not to. Minho winked at him, then took a deep breath in before blowing the loudest raspberry he could manage.

Seungmin literally stopped breathing for a moment, every muscle in his body tensed until they weren't. Then he threw his head back, laughter silent for a mere second.

Loud, boisterous laughed rang through the room and he flung his body to the side, trying his hardest to dislodge Minho’s stupidly ticklish lips from his torso. But of course Minho wouldn’t let him get away that easy. The older grabbed his waist and effortlessly turned him back around, leaning in to plant another torturous raspberry near his navel.

“No no noahahAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEASE IHI LOHOST! I LOHOHOST!! AHAHAHAHAH! PLEHEASE, HYUHUNG STAHAHAP!!”

Minho let up after one last raspberry right on his navel. It was the loudest one yet, making Seungmin arch his back only to crash back down.

The moment Changbin let go of Seungmin’s arms, they snapped forward, pushing the other off him.

“Okay, let him go hyung-ah, you’ll kill him.” Han giggled as he dragged Minho away from the poor pup.

Seungmin slumped in his chair, heaving for breath as he tried to rub the tingly sensations right off his skin.

“For the penalty….” Seungmin watched on helplessly as the devil on Chan’s shoulder (Minho) whispered in the leader’s ear, sealing his fate.

Whatever he said earned an amused laugh from Chan. Uh oh. That didn’t bode well for him.

Chan leaned in and whispered his penalty in his ear, grinning when Seungmin shrieked out a protest.

“What?! C’mon hyung! Even for you, this is just cruel.” He whined, looking pleadingly at Minho as if he hoped the older would take it back.

Minho just smiled coolly and gestured towards the cameras as if to say, ‘Go on, I’m not changing my mind’.

Seungmin turned to the front, genuine humiliation written all over his face. Chan announced his penalty out loud, making it just minutely more bearable— a small mercy.

“A confession in aegyo.” He winked cheekily at the cameras, nudging the reluctant puppy forward. Seungmin threw a baleful look at them before turning to the cameras and sighing exaggeratedly.

Then, gathering every last shred of dignity he had left, he prepared to dash it into smithereens.

“Hey STAY please touch me, I feel so sensitive and ticklish!” He squeaked in a high pitched voice. While pointing to his worst spot.

And then, of course, Chan demonstrates. It garnered the loudest laughter yet from the members, even some of the staff giggling at the poor lee’s predicament.

Seungmin couldn’t help the dark blush coating his cheeks by the end of that ordeal, covering his face and running to Puppy.M for comfort.

“They’re so cruel to me.” He complained as the mascot patted him on the back sympathetically, pointing at Minho in a ‘I’m watching you’ gesture.

The sight was downright adorable.

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Why can't we stop Seungmin?

Lees: Seungmin, Chan Lers: Minho, Hyunjin Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: what i wish Chan would choose for his challenge in the SKZCODE ep😉

Tags: @itzsana-kiddingmenow, @lajanaa, @bbybumblelee, @hearted-anon, @lunalattae,

@jungwon-is-the-one, @reginald-stay09, @dusk-mp3, @lezleeferguson-120, @sophi-tickl-blog

Chan had a lot of talents to pick from against the younger, and faced with the sheer number of choices, he had to admit, he didn’t know which to pick.

Should he go for one where he could easily defeat the naughty puppy? Or for one that was more entertaining, one STAYs would enjoy quite a bit?

Maybe then he could make Seungmin say he’s half 50 this year for his penalty.

As he sat there pondering, Felix, who’d already picked his, walked over. “Whatcha pick Channie hyung?” he asked, peering over Chan’s shoulder at his empty sketchbook. “Need some ideas?”

“Got too many actually. Dunno which one I should pick.” Chan replied, tapping his lip with one finger as he considered.

“Want some help?” Felix sat down next to him, hands automatically moving to massage the leader’s shoulders. Chan’s body visibly relaxed as the younger expertly worked out the kinks.

“How about… tickles? Maybe exclusively on one spot? But like with a twist. A sound level meter.” Felix suggested, a smug smirk on his face.

Chan laughed at that, half shy and half impressed. He could feel the heat rising to his cheeks as he thought about how that would play out.

He could maybe pick a spot that was deadly for Seungmin but tolerable for him. It would certainly be highly entertaining for all involved, he was sure. “You think I could handle that?” He asked meekly.

“Should we test it out hyung?” Felix teased, hands slipping down to Chan’s waist and giving it an experimental squeeze. It had the leader squealing and hopping away.

“Nohoho, that won’t be necessary.” And so, it was decided.

“Time for the final battle! Seungmin vs. Chan.” Felix’s voice rang through the room, his excitement obvious.

[Final match/ Endurance battle]

“Whoever can handle having their stomach tickled for 3 minutes wins. Oh and you can’t go over 70 decibels or you lose.” Felix read the rules out loud for them.

Cheers erupted across the stage, everyone laughing happily as both Chan and Seungmin blushed.

The younger looked about ready to protest but seeing how everyone else was on board with this, he deflated. He had to beat them at their game. That was the rule.

Two chairs were set up and Felix and Jeongin took charge of the sound level meters.

“I’ll keep my hands behind by myself.” Chan said, promptly doing just that, leaving Seungmin no choice but to let Changbin restrain him. Oh boy.

Hyunjin and Minho volunteered to be the lers, cracking their knuckles and flexing their fingers.

And since Seungmin was left to his own devices (literally), he got Minho as his ler. Seungmin’s eyes widened when the Minho lifted his t-shirt, lips parting to protest but the timer rang.

He sealed his lips in a hurry, a small whine escaping nonetheless, the sound racking up to a heart stopping 68 dB before going back down.

He struggled, eyes squeezed shut and hands clenching and unclenching as he tried to stay quiet as a mouse.

From the corner of his eye, he could see Chan struggling way less with Hyunjin, who only occasionally attempted a team kill. Y’know just to keep him guessing.

While Hyunjin's hands swirled lightly over Chan's abs and sides, Minho— ever the tickle monster, had one finger buried in Seungmin's belly button while his free hand alternated between squeezing Seungmin's sides and vibrating into his belly.

Seungmin’s eyes almost bugged out of their sockets, face pink and the color only bled down his neck the longer Minho continued.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! There’s no way he could take this treatment for very long. He usually barely survived a minute being tickled on his worst spots.

And the poor pup, robbed of his ability to speak, frantically mouthed “please's” and “I can't, I really can't-s.” Felix was certainly right about the entertainment factor.

"What's that? We can't hear you Seungmin-ah. You've gotta speak up if you want something." Han taunted, unable to actually do anything cause of the rules but having found a loophole as expected.

“Mmhmpmh! Plehehease!” Seungmin whisper giggled, pressing himself against the back of the chair, trying to escape. It was ultimately pointless.

“65dB Seungminie. Are you giving up that easily?” Minho taunted, smiling in amusement when the younger shook his head helplessly.

Minho wiggled his fingers in Seungmin's face, pretending like he was gonna reach for random spots while Felix whispered innocent little remarks about how ticklish Seungmin was and how much he seemed to be enjoying this.

After all, they hadn't heard a single complaint since it started!

It was only when they hit the 2 minute mark that the younger seems to start running out of steam.

His knee bounced soundlessly, heel never quite touching the floor. He was trying to keep quiet.

But all that changed when Minho lifted his shirt, moving closer until his lips touched Seungmin's belly.

The younger shook his head pleadingly, begging his not to. Minho winked at him, then took a deep breath in before blowing the loudest raspberry he could manage.

Seungmin literally stopped breathing for a moment, every muscle in his body tensed until they weren't. Then he threw his head back, laughter silent for a mere second.

Loud, boisterous laughed rang through the room and he flung his body to the side, trying his hardest to dislodge Minho’s stupidly ticklish lips from his torso. But of course Minho wouldn’t let him get away that easy. The older grabbed his waist and effortlessly turned him back around, leaning in to plant another torturous raspberry near his navel.

“No no noahahAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEASE IHI LOHOST! I LOHOHOST!! AHAHAHAHAH! PLEHEASE, HYUHUNG STAHAHAP!!”

Minho let up after one last raspberry right on his navel. It was the loudest one yet, making Seungmin arch his back only to crash back down.

The moment Changbin let go of Seungmin’s arms, they snapped forward, pushing the other off him.

“Okay, let him go hyung-ah, you’ll kill him.” Han giggled as he dragged Minho away from the poor pup.

Seungmin slumped in his chair, heaving for breath as he tried to rub the tingly sensations right off his skin.

“For the penalty….” Seungmin watched on helplessly as the devil on Chan’s shoulder (Minho) whispered in the leader’s ear, sealing his fate.

Whatever he said earned an amused laugh from Chan. Uh oh. That didn’t bode well for him.

Chan leaned in and whispered his penalty in his ear, grinning when Seungmin shrieked out a protest.

“What?! C’mon hyung! Even for you, this is just cruel.” He whined, looking pleadingly at Minho as if he hoped the older would take it back.

Minho just smiled coolly and gestured towards the cameras as if to say, ‘Go on, I’m not changing my mind’.

Seungmin turned to the front, genuine humiliation written all over his face. Chan announced his penalty out loud, making it just minutely more bearable— a small mercy.

“A confession in aegyo.” He winked cheekily at the cameras, nudging the reluctant puppy forward. Seungmin threw a baleful look at them before turning to the cameras and sighing exaggeratedly.

Then, gathering every last shred of dignity he had left, he prepared to dash it into smithereens.

“Hey STAY please touch me, I feel so sensitive and ticklish!” He squeaked in a high pitched voice. While pointing to his worst spot.

And then, of course, Chan demonstrates. It garnered the loudest laughter yet from the members, even some of the staff giggling at the poor lee’s predicament.

Seungmin couldn’t help the dark blush coating his cheeks by the end of that ordeal, covering his face and running to Puppy.M for comfort.

“They’re so cruel to me.” He complained as the mascot patted him on the back sympathetically, pointing at Minho in a ‘I’m watching you’ gesture.

The sight was downright adorable.

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Why can't we stop Seungmin?

Lees: Seungmin, Chan Lers: Minho, Hyunjin Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: what i wish Chan would choose for his challenge in the SKZCODE ep😉

Tags: @itzsana-kiddingmenow, @lajanaa, @bbybumblelee, @hearted-anon, @lunalattae,

@jungwon-is-the-one, @reginald-stay09, @dusk-mp3, @lezleeferguson-120, @sophi-tickl-blog

Chan had a lot of talents to pick from against the younger, and faced with the sheer number of choices, he had to admit, he didn’t know which to pick.

Should he go for one where he could easily defeat the naughty puppy? Or for one that was more entertaining, one STAYs would enjoy quite a bit?

Maybe then he could make Seungmin say he’s half 50 this year for his penalty.

As he sat there pondering, Felix, who’d already picked his, walked over. “Whatcha pick Channie hyung?” he asked, peering over Chan’s shoulder at his empty sketchbook. “Need some ideas?”

“Got too many actually. Dunno which one I should pick.” Chan replied, tapping his lip with one finger as he considered.

“Want some help?” Felix sat down next to him, hands automatically moving to massage the leader’s shoulders. Chan’s body visibly relaxed as the younger expertly worked out the kinks.

“How about… tickles? Maybe exclusively on one spot? But like with a twist. A sound level meter.” Felix suggested, a smug smirk on his face.

Chan laughed at that, half shy and half impressed. He could feel the heat rising to his cheeks as he thought about how that would play out.

He could maybe pick a spot that was deadly for Seungmin but tolerable for him. It would certainly be highly entertaining for all involved, he was sure. “You think I could handle that?” He asked meekly.

“Should we test it out hyung?” Felix teased, hands slipping down to Chan’s waist and giving it an experimental squeeze. It had the leader squealing and hopping away.

“Nohoho, that won’t be necessary.” And so, it was decided.

“Time for the final battle! Seungmin vs. Chan.” Felix’s voice rang through the room, his excitement obvious.

[Final match/ Endurance battle]

“Whoever can handle having their stomach tickled for 3 minutes wins. Oh and you can’t go over 70 decibels or you lose.” Felix read the rules out loud for them.

Cheers erupted across the stage, everyone laughing happily as both Chan and Seungmin blushed.

The younger looked about ready to protest but seeing how everyone else was on board with this, he deflated. He had to beat them at their game. That was the rule.

Two chairs were set up and Felix and Jeongin took charge of the sound level meters.

“I’ll keep my hands behind by myself.” Chan said, promptly doing just that, leaving Seungmin no choice but to let Changbin restrain him. Oh boy.

Hyunjin and Minho volunteered to be the lers, cracking their knuckles and flexing their fingers.

And since Seungmin was left to his own devices (literally), he got Minho as his ler. Seungmin’s eyes widened when the Minho lifted his t-shirt, lips parting to protest but the timer rang.

He sealed his lips in a hurry, a small whine escaping nonetheless, the sound racking up to a heart stopping 68 dB before going back down.

He struggled, eyes squeezed shut and hands clenching and unclenching as he tried to stay quiet as a mouse.

From the corner of his eye, he could see Chan struggling way less with Hyunjin, who only occasionally attempted a team kill. Y’know just to keep him guessing.

While Hyunjin's hands swirled lightly over Chan's abs and sides, Minho— ever the tickle monster, had one finger buried in Seungmin's belly button while his free hand alternated between squeezing Seungmin's sides and vibrating into his belly.

Seungmin’s eyes almost bugged out of their sockets, face pink and the color only bled down his neck the longer Minho continued.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! There’s no way he could take this treatment for very long. He usually barely survived a minute being tickled on his worst spots.

And the poor pup, robbed of his ability to speak, frantically mouthed “please's” and “I can't, I really can't-s.” Felix was certainly right about the entertainment factor.

"What's that? We can't hear you Seungmin-ah. You've gotta speak up if you want something." Han taunted, unable to actually do anything cause of the rules but having found a loophole as expected.

“Mmhmpmh! Plehehease!” Seungmin whisper giggled, pressing himself against the back of the chair, trying to escape. It was ultimately pointless.

“65dB Seungminie. Are you giving up that easily?” Minho taunted, smiling in amusement when the younger shook his head helplessly.

Minho wiggled his fingers in Seungmin's face, pretending like he was gonna reach for random spots while Felix whispered innocent little remarks about how ticklish Seungmin was and how much he seemed to be enjoying this.

After all, they hadn't heard a single complaint since it started!

It was only when they hit the 2 minute mark that the younger seems to start running out of steam.

His knee bounced soundlessly, heel never quite touching the floor. He was trying to keep quiet.

But all that changed when Minho lifted his shirt, moving closer until his lips touched Seungmin's belly.

The younger shook his head pleadingly, begging his not to. Minho winked at him, then took a deep breath in before blowing the loudest raspberry he could manage.

Seungmin literally stopped breathing for a moment, every muscle in his body tensed until they weren't. Then he threw his head back, laughter silent for a mere second.

Loud, boisterous laughed rang through the room and he flung his body to the side, trying his hardest to dislodge Minho’s stupidly ticklish lips from his torso. But of course Minho wouldn’t let him get away that easy. The older grabbed his waist and effortlessly turned him back around, leaning in to plant another torturous raspberry near his navel.

“No no noahahAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEASE IHI LOHOST! I LOHOHOST!! AHAHAHAHAH! PLEHEASE, HYUHUNG STAHAHAP!!”

Minho let up after one last raspberry right on his navel. It was the loudest one yet, making Seungmin arch his back only to crash back down.

The moment Changbin let go of Seungmin’s arms, they snapped forward, pushing the other off him.

“Okay, let him go hyung-ah, you’ll kill him.” Han giggled as he dragged Minho away from the poor pup.

Seungmin slumped in his chair, heaving for breath as he tried to rub the tingly sensations right off his skin.

“For the penalty….” Seungmin watched on helplessly as the devil on Chan’s shoulder (Minho) whispered in the leader’s ear, sealing his fate.

Whatever he said earned an amused laugh from Chan. Uh oh. That didn’t bode well for him.

Chan leaned in and whispered his penalty in his ear, grinning when Seungmin shrieked out a protest.

“What?! C’mon hyung! Even for you, this is just cruel.” He whined, looking pleadingly at Minho as if he hoped the older would take it back.

Minho just smiled coolly and gestured towards the cameras as if to say, ‘Go on, I’m not changing my mind’.

Seungmin turned to the front, genuine humiliation written all over his face. Chan announced his penalty out loud, making it just minutely more bearable— a small mercy.

“A confession in aegyo.” He winked cheekily at the cameras, nudging the reluctant puppy forward. Seungmin threw a baleful look at them before turning to the cameras and sighing exaggeratedly.

Then, gathering every last shred of dignity he had left, he prepared to dash it into smithereens.

“Hey STAY please touch me, I feel so sensitive and ticklish!” He squeaked in a high pitched voice. While pointing to his worst spot.

And then, of course, Chan demonstrates. It garnered the loudest laughter yet from the members, even some of the staff giggling at the poor lee’s predicament.

Seungmin couldn’t help the dark blush coating his cheeks by the end of that ordeal, covering his face and running to Puppy.M for comfort.

“They’re so cruel to me.” He complained as the mascot patted him on the back sympathetically, pointing at Minho in a ‘I’m watching you’ gesture.

The sight was downright adorable.

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hehe thank you!!🤭💖

Why can't we stop Seungmin?

Lees: Seungmin, Chan Lers: Minho, Hyunjin Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: what i wish Chan would choose for his challenge in the SKZCODE ep😉

Tags: @itzsana-kiddingmenow, @lajanaa, @bbybumblelee, @hearted-anon, @lunalattae,

@jungwon-is-the-one, @reginald-stay09, @dusk-mp3, @lezleeferguson-120, @sophi-tickl-blog

Chan had a lot of talents to pick from against the younger, and faced with the sheer number of choices, he had to admit, he didn’t know which to pick.

Should he go for one where he could easily defeat the naughty puppy? Or for one that was more entertaining, one STAYs would enjoy quite a bit?

Maybe then he could make Seungmin say he’s half 50 this year for his penalty.

As he sat there pondering, Felix, who’d already picked his, walked over. “Whatcha pick Channie hyung?” he asked, peering over Chan’s shoulder at his empty sketchbook. “Need some ideas?”

“Got too many actually. Dunno which one I should pick.” Chan replied, tapping his lip with one finger as he considered.

“Want some help?” Felix sat down next to him, hands automatically moving to massage the leader’s shoulders. Chan’s body visibly relaxed as the younger expertly worked out the kinks.

“How about… tickles? Maybe exclusively on one spot? But like with a twist. A sound level meter.” Felix suggested, a smug smirk on his face.

Chan laughed at that, half shy and half impressed. He could feel the heat rising to his cheeks as he thought about how that would play out.

He could maybe pick a spot that was deadly for Seungmin but tolerable for him. It would certainly be highly entertaining for all involved, he was sure. “You think I could handle that?” He asked meekly.

“Should we test it out hyung?” Felix teased, hands slipping down to Chan’s waist and giving it an experimental squeeze. It had the leader squealing and hopping away.

“Nohoho, that won’t be necessary.” And so, it was decided.

“Time for the final battle! Seungmin vs. Chan.” Felix’s voice rang through the room, his excitement obvious.

[Final match/ Endurance battle]

“Whoever can handle having their stomach tickled for 3 minutes wins. Oh and you can’t go over 70 decibels or you lose.” Felix read the rules out loud for them.

Cheers erupted across the stage, everyone laughing happily as both Chan and Seungmin blushed.

The younger looked about ready to protest but seeing how everyone else was on board with this, he deflated. He had to beat them at their game. That was the rule.

Two chairs were set up and Felix and Jeongin took charge of the sound level meters.

“I’ll keep my hands behind by myself.” Chan said, promptly doing just that, leaving Seungmin no choice but to let Changbin restrain him. Oh boy.

Hyunjin and Minho volunteered to be the lers, cracking their knuckles and flexing their fingers.

And since Seungmin was left to his own devices (literally), he got Minho as his ler. Seungmin’s eyes widened when the Minho lifted his t-shirt, lips parting to protest but the timer rang.

He sealed his lips in a hurry, a small whine escaping nonetheless, the sound racking up to a heart stopping 68 dB before going back down.

He struggled, eyes squeezed shut and hands clenching and unclenching as he tried to stay quiet as a mouse.

From the corner of his eye, he could see Chan struggling way less with Hyunjin, who only occasionally attempted a team kill. Y’know just to keep him guessing.

While Hyunjin's hands swirled lightly over Chan's abs and sides, Minho— ever the tickle monster, had one finger buried in Seungmin's belly button while his free hand alternated between squeezing Seungmin's sides and vibrating into his belly.

Seungmin’s eyes almost bugged out of their sockets, face pink and the color only bled down his neck the longer Minho continued.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! There’s no way he could take this treatment for very long. He usually barely survived a minute being tickled on his worst spots.

And the poor pup, robbed of his ability to speak, frantically mouthed “please's” and “I can't, I really can't-s.” Felix was certainly right about the entertainment factor.

"What's that? We can't hear you Seungmin-ah. You've gotta speak up if you want something." Han taunted, unable to actually do anything cause of the rules but having found a loophole as expected.

“Mmhmpmh! Plehehease!” Seungmin whisper giggled, pressing himself against the back of the chair, trying to escape. It was ultimately pointless.

“65dB Seungminie. Are you giving up that easily?” Minho taunted, smiling in amusement when the younger shook his head helplessly.

Minho wiggled his fingers in Seungmin's face, pretending like he was gonna reach for random spots while Felix whispered innocent little remarks about how ticklish Seungmin was and how much he seemed to be enjoying this.

After all, they hadn't heard a single complaint since it started!

It was only when they hit the 2 minute mark that the younger seems to start running out of steam.

His knee bounced soundlessly, heel never quite touching the floor. He was trying to keep quiet.

But all that changed when Minho lifted his shirt, moving closer until his lips touched Seungmin's belly.

The younger shook his head pleadingly, begging his not to. Minho winked at him, then took a deep breath in before blowing the loudest raspberry he could manage.

Seungmin literally stopped breathing for a moment, every muscle in his body tensed until they weren't. Then he threw his head back, laughter silent for a mere second.

Loud, boisterous laughed rang through the room and he flung his body to the side, trying his hardest to dislodge Minho’s stupidly ticklish lips from his torso. But of course Minho wouldn’t let him get away that easy. The older grabbed his waist and effortlessly turned him back around, leaning in to plant another torturous raspberry near his navel.

“No no noahahAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEASE IHI LOHOST! I LOHOHOST!! AHAHAHAHAH! PLEHEASE, HYUHUNG STAHAHAP!!”

Minho let up after one last raspberry right on his navel. It was the loudest one yet, making Seungmin arch his back only to crash back down.

The moment Changbin let go of Seungmin’s arms, they snapped forward, pushing the other off him.

“Okay, let him go hyung-ah, you’ll kill him.” Han giggled as he dragged Minho away from the poor pup.

Seungmin slumped in his chair, heaving for breath as he tried to rub the tingly sensations right off his skin.

“For the penalty….” Seungmin watched on helplessly as the devil on Chan’s shoulder (Minho) whispered in the leader’s ear, sealing his fate.

Whatever he said earned an amused laugh from Chan. Uh oh. That didn’t bode well for him.

Chan leaned in and whispered his penalty in his ear, grinning when Seungmin shrieked out a protest.

“What?! C’mon hyung! Even for you, this is just cruel.” He whined, looking pleadingly at Minho as if he hoped the older would take it back.

Minho just smiled coolly and gestured towards the cameras as if to say, ‘Go on, I’m not changing my mind’.

Seungmin turned to the front, genuine humiliation written all over his face. Chan announced his penalty out loud, making it just minutely more bearable— a small mercy.

“A confession in aegyo.” He winked cheekily at the cameras, nudging the reluctant puppy forward. Seungmin threw a baleful look at them before turning to the cameras and sighing exaggeratedly.

Then, gathering every last shred of dignity he had left, he prepared to dash it into smithereens.

“Hey STAY please touch me, I feel so sensitive and ticklish!” He squeaked in a high pitched voice. While pointing to his worst spot.

And then, of course, Chan demonstrates. It garnered the loudest laughter yet from the members, even some of the staff giggling at the poor lee’s predicament.

Seungmin couldn’t help the dark blush coating his cheeks by the end of that ordeal, covering his face and running to Puppy.M for comfort.

“They’re so cruel to me.” He complained as the mascot patted him on the back sympathetically, pointing at Minho in a ‘I’m watching you’ gesture.

The sight was downright adorable.

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Binnie tickling Minnie🥺

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YESSS it would've been soo easy! what a wasted opportunity😩🥲punishment tickles and teases for menace Seung🫠

Why can't we stop Seungmin?

Lees: Seungmin, Chan Lers: Minho, Hyunjin Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: what i wish Chan would choose for his challenge in the SKZCODE ep😉

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@jungwon-is-the-one, @reginald-stay09, @dusk-mp3, @lezleeferguson-120, @sophi-tickl-blog

Chan had a lot of talents to pick from against the younger, and faced with the sheer number of choices, he had to admit, he didn’t know which to pick.

Should he go for one where he could easily defeat the naughty puppy? Or for one that was more entertaining, one STAYs would enjoy quite a bit?

Maybe then he could make Seungmin say he’s half 50 this year for his penalty.

As he sat there pondering, Felix, who’d already picked his, walked over. “Whatcha pick Channie hyung?” he asked, peering over Chan’s shoulder at his empty sketchbook. “Need some ideas?”

“Got too many actually. Dunno which one I should pick.” Chan replied, tapping his lip with one finger as he considered.

“Want some help?” Felix sat down next to him, hands automatically moving to massage the leader’s shoulders. Chan’s body visibly relaxed as the younger expertly worked out the kinks.

“How about… tickles? Maybe exclusively on one spot? But like with a twist. A sound level meter.” Felix suggested, a smug smirk on his face.

Chan laughed at that, half shy and half impressed. He could feel the heat rising to his cheeks as he thought about how that would play out.

He could maybe pick a spot that was deadly for Seungmin but tolerable for him. It would certainly be highly entertaining for all involved, he was sure. “You think I could handle that?” He asked meekly.

“Should we test it out hyung?” Felix teased, hands slipping down to Chan’s waist and giving it an experimental squeeze. It had the leader squealing and hopping away.

“Nohoho, that won’t be necessary.” And so, it was decided.

“Time for the final battle! Seungmin vs. Chan.” Felix’s voice rang through the room, his excitement obvious.

[Final match/ Endurance battle]

“Whoever can handle having their stomach tickled for 3 minutes wins. Oh and you can’t go over 70 decibels or you lose.” Felix read the rules out loud for them.

Cheers erupted across the stage, everyone laughing happily as both Chan and Seungmin blushed.

The younger looked about ready to protest but seeing how everyone else was on board with this, he deflated. He had to beat them at their game. That was the rule.

Two chairs were set up and Felix and Jeongin took charge of the sound level meters.

“I’ll keep my hands behind by myself.” Chan said, promptly doing just that, leaving Seungmin no choice but to let Changbin restrain him. Oh boy.

Hyunjin and Minho volunteered to be the lers, cracking their knuckles and flexing their fingers.

And since Seungmin was left to his own devices (literally), he got Minho as his ler. Seungmin’s eyes widened when the Minho lifted his t-shirt, lips parting to protest but the timer rang.

He sealed his lips in a hurry, a small whine escaping nonetheless, the sound racking up to a heart stopping 68 dB before going back down.

He struggled, eyes squeezed shut and hands clenching and unclenching as he tried to stay quiet as a mouse.

From the corner of his eye, he could see Chan struggling way less with Hyunjin, who only occasionally attempted a team kill. Y’know just to keep him guessing.

While Hyunjin's hands swirled lightly over Chan's abs and sides, Minho— ever the tickle monster, had one finger buried in Seungmin's belly button while his free hand alternated between squeezing Seungmin's sides and vibrating into his belly.

Seungmin’s eyes almost bugged out of their sockets, face pink and the color only bled down his neck the longer Minho continued.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! There’s no way he could take this treatment for very long. He usually barely survived a minute being tickled on his worst spots.

And the poor pup, robbed of his ability to speak, frantically mouthed “please's” and “I can't, I really can't-s.” Felix was certainly right about the entertainment factor.

"What's that? We can't hear you Seungmin-ah. You've gotta speak up if you want something." Han taunted, unable to actually do anything cause of the rules but having found a loophole as expected.

“Mmhmpmh! Plehehease!” Seungmin whisper giggled, pressing himself against the back of the chair, trying to escape. It was ultimately pointless.

“65dB Seungminie. Are you giving up that easily?” Minho taunted, smiling in amusement when the younger shook his head helplessly.

Minho wiggled his fingers in Seungmin's face, pretending like he was gonna reach for random spots while Felix whispered innocent little remarks about how ticklish Seungmin was and how much he seemed to be enjoying this.

After all, they hadn't heard a single complaint since it started!

It was only when they hit the 2 minute mark that the younger seems to start running out of steam.

His knee bounced soundlessly, heel never quite touching the floor. He was trying to keep quiet.

But all that changed when Minho lifted his shirt, moving closer until his lips touched Seungmin's belly.

The younger shook his head pleadingly, begging his not to. Minho winked at him, then took a deep breath in before blowing the loudest raspberry he could manage.

Seungmin literally stopped breathing for a moment, every muscle in his body tensed until they weren't. Then he threw his head back, laughter silent for a mere second.

Loud, boisterous laughed rang through the room and he flung his body to the side, trying his hardest to dislodge Minho’s stupidly ticklish lips from his torso. But of course Minho wouldn’t let him get away that easy. The older grabbed his waist and effortlessly turned him back around, leaning in to plant another torturous raspberry near his navel.

“No no noahahAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEASE IHI LOHOST! I LOHOHOST!! AHAHAHAHAH! PLEHEASE, HYUHUNG STAHAHAP!!”

Minho let up after one last raspberry right on his navel. It was the loudest one yet, making Seungmin arch his back only to crash back down.

The moment Changbin let go of Seungmin’s arms, they snapped forward, pushing the other off him.

“Okay, let him go hyung-ah, you’ll kill him.” Han giggled as he dragged Minho away from the poor pup.

Seungmin slumped in his chair, heaving for breath as he tried to rub the tingly sensations right off his skin.

“For the penalty….” Seungmin watched on helplessly as the devil on Chan’s shoulder (Minho) whispered in the leader’s ear, sealing his fate.

Whatever he said earned an amused laugh from Chan. Uh oh. That didn’t bode well for him.

Chan leaned in and whispered his penalty in his ear, grinning when Seungmin shrieked out a protest.

“What?! C’mon hyung! Even for you, this is just cruel.” He whined, looking pleadingly at Minho as if he hoped the older would take it back.

Minho just smiled coolly and gestured towards the cameras as if to say, ‘Go on, I’m not changing my mind’.

Seungmin turned to the front, genuine humiliation written all over his face. Chan announced his penalty out loud, making it just minutely more bearable— a small mercy.

“A confession in aegyo.” He winked cheekily at the cameras, nudging the reluctant puppy forward. Seungmin threw a baleful look at them before turning to the cameras and sighing exaggeratedly.

Then, gathering every last shred of dignity he had left, he prepared to dash it into smithereens.

“Hey STAY please touch me, I feel so sensitive and ticklish!” He squeaked in a high pitched voice. While pointing to his worst spot.

And then, of course, Chan demonstrates. It garnered the loudest laughter yet from the members, even some of the staff giggling at the poor lee’s predicament.

Seungmin couldn’t help the dark blush coating his cheeks by the end of that ordeal, covering his face and running to Puppy.M for comfort.

“They’re so cruel to me.” He complained as the mascot patted him on the back sympathetically, pointing at Minho in a ‘I’m watching you’ gesture.

The sight was downright adorable.

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exactlyyy like i was hoping for at least a poke from someone😞

like he was just there, completely helpless and NO ONE did anything about it😩🫠

tickling him to bits would also have been the ✨perfect✨ way to stop his cheating🤷🏻‍♀️

Why can't we stop Seungmin?

Lees: Seungmin, Chan Lers: Minho, Hyunjin Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: what i wish Chan would choose for his challenge in the SKZCODE ep😉

Tags: @itzsana-kiddingmenow, @lajanaa, @bbybumblelee, @hearted-anon, @lunalattae,

@jungwon-is-the-one, @reginald-stay09, @dusk-mp3, @lezleeferguson-120, @sophi-tickl-blog

Chan had a lot of talents to pick from against the younger, and faced with the sheer number of choices, he had to admit, he didn’t know which to pick.

Should he go for one where he could easily defeat the naughty puppy? Or for one that was more entertaining, one STAYs would enjoy quite a bit?

Maybe then he could make Seungmin say he’s half 50 this year for his penalty.

As he sat there pondering, Felix, who’d already picked his, walked over. “Whatcha pick Channie hyung?” he asked, peering over Chan’s shoulder at his empty sketchbook. “Need some ideas?”

“Got too many actually. Dunno which one I should pick.” Chan replied, tapping his lip with one finger as he considered.

“Want some help?” Felix sat down next to him, hands automatically moving to massage the leader’s shoulders. Chan’s body visibly relaxed as the younger expertly worked out the kinks.

“How about… tickles? Maybe exclusively on one spot? But like with a twist. A sound level meter.” Felix suggested, a smug smirk on his face.

Chan laughed at that, half shy and half impressed. He could feel the heat rising to his cheeks as he thought about how that would play out.

He could maybe pick a spot that was deadly for Seungmin but tolerable for him. It would certainly be highly entertaining for all involved, he was sure. “You think I could handle that?” He asked meekly.

“Should we test it out hyung?” Felix teased, hands slipping down to Chan’s waist and giving it an experimental squeeze. It had the leader squealing and hopping away.

“Nohoho, that won’t be necessary.” And so, it was decided.

“Time for the final battle! Seungmin vs. Chan.” Felix’s voice rang through the room, his excitement obvious.

[Final match/ Endurance battle]

“Whoever can handle having their stomach tickled for 3 minutes wins. Oh and you can’t go over 70 decibels or you lose.” Felix read the rules out loud for them.

Cheers erupted across the stage, everyone laughing happily as both Chan and Seungmin blushed.

The younger looked about ready to protest but seeing how everyone else was on board with this, he deflated. He had to beat them at their game. That was the rule.

Two chairs were set up and Felix and Jeongin took charge of the sound level meters.

“I’ll keep my hands behind by myself.” Chan said, promptly doing just that, leaving Seungmin no choice but to let Changbin restrain him. Oh boy.

Hyunjin and Minho volunteered to be the lers, cracking their knuckles and flexing their fingers.

And since Seungmin was left to his own devices (literally), he got Minho as his ler. Seungmin’s eyes widened when the Minho lifted his t-shirt, lips parting to protest but the timer rang.

He sealed his lips in a hurry, a small whine escaping nonetheless, the sound racking up to a heart stopping 68 dB before going back down.

He struggled, eyes squeezed shut and hands clenching and unclenching as he tried to stay quiet as a mouse.

From the corner of his eye, he could see Chan struggling way less with Hyunjin, who only occasionally attempted a team kill. Y’know just to keep him guessing.

While Hyunjin's hands swirled lightly over Chan's abs and sides, Minho— ever the tickle monster, had one finger buried in Seungmin's belly button while his free hand alternated between squeezing Seungmin's sides and vibrating into his belly.

Seungmin’s eyes almost bugged out of their sockets, face pink and the color only bled down his neck the longer Minho continued.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! There’s no way he could take this treatment for very long. He usually barely survived a minute being tickled on his worst spots.

And the poor pup, robbed of his ability to speak, frantically mouthed “please's” and “I can't, I really can't-s.” Felix was certainly right about the entertainment factor.

"What's that? We can't hear you Seungmin-ah. You've gotta speak up if you want something." Han taunted, unable to actually do anything cause of the rules but having found a loophole as expected.

“Mmhmpmh! Plehehease!” Seungmin whisper giggled, pressing himself against the back of the chair, trying to escape. It was ultimately pointless.

“65dB Seungminie. Are you giving up that easily?” Minho taunted, smiling in amusement when the younger shook his head helplessly.

Minho wiggled his fingers in Seungmin's face, pretending like he was gonna reach for random spots while Felix whispered innocent little remarks about how ticklish Seungmin was and how much he seemed to be enjoying this.

After all, they hadn't heard a single complaint since it started!

It was only when they hit the 2 minute mark that the younger seems to start running out of steam.

His knee bounced soundlessly, heel never quite touching the floor. He was trying to keep quiet.

But all that changed when Minho lifted his shirt, moving closer until his lips touched Seungmin's belly.

The younger shook his head pleadingly, begging his not to. Minho winked at him, then took a deep breath in before blowing the loudest raspberry he could manage.

Seungmin literally stopped breathing for a moment, every muscle in his body tensed until they weren't. Then he threw his head back, laughter silent for a mere second.

Loud, boisterous laughed rang through the room and he flung his body to the side, trying his hardest to dislodge Minho’s stupidly ticklish lips from his torso. But of course Minho wouldn’t let him get away that easy. The older grabbed his waist and effortlessly turned him back around, leaning in to plant another torturous raspberry near his navel.

“No no noahahAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEASE IHI LOHOST! I LOHOHOST!! AHAHAHAHAH! PLEHEASE, HYUHUNG STAHAHAP!!”

Minho let up after one last raspberry right on his navel. It was the loudest one yet, making Seungmin arch his back only to crash back down.

The moment Changbin let go of Seungmin’s arms, they snapped forward, pushing the other off him.

“Okay, let him go hyung-ah, you’ll kill him.” Han giggled as he dragged Minho away from the poor pup.

Seungmin slumped in his chair, heaving for breath as he tried to rub the tingly sensations right off his skin.

“For the penalty….” Seungmin watched on helplessly as the devil on Chan’s shoulder (Minho) whispered in the leader’s ear, sealing his fate.

Whatever he said earned an amused laugh from Chan. Uh oh. That didn’t bode well for him.

Chan leaned in and whispered his penalty in his ear, grinning when Seungmin shrieked out a protest.

“What?! C’mon hyung! Even for you, this is just cruel.” He whined, looking pleadingly at Minho as if he hoped the older would take it back.

Minho just smiled coolly and gestured towards the cameras as if to say, ‘Go on, I’m not changing my mind’.

Seungmin turned to the front, genuine humiliation written all over his face. Chan announced his penalty out loud, making it just minutely more bearable— a small mercy.

“A confession in aegyo.” He winked cheekily at the cameras, nudging the reluctant puppy forward. Seungmin threw a baleful look at them before turning to the cameras and sighing exaggeratedly.

Then, gathering every last shred of dignity he had left, he prepared to dash it into smithereens.

“Hey STAY please touch me, I feel so sensitive and ticklish!” He squeaked in a high pitched voice. While pointing to his worst spot.

And then, of course, Chan demonstrates. It garnered the loudest laughter yet from the members, even some of the staff giggling at the poor lee’s predicament.

Seungmin couldn’t help the dark blush coating his cheeks by the end of that ordeal, covering his face and running to Puppy.M for comfort.

“They’re so cruel to me.” He complained as the mascot patted him on the back sympathetically, pointing at Minho in a ‘I’m watching you’ gesture.

The sight was downright adorable.

[minnielvrr]

ughh sameee like when Minho and Hyunjin were carrying Seung so easily i just HAD to write this😭😭

Why can't we stop Seungmin?

Lees: Seungmin, Chan Lers: Minho, Hyunjin Word Count: 1.3k

A/N: what i wish Chan would choose for his challenge in the SKZCODE ep😉

Tags: @itzsana-kiddingmenow, @lajanaa, @bbybumblelee, @hearted-anon, @lunalattae,

@jungwon-is-the-one, @reginald-stay09, @dusk-mp3, @lezleeferguson-120, @sophi-tickl-blog

Chan had a lot of talents to pick from against the younger, and faced with the sheer number of choices, he had to admit, he didn’t know which to pick.

Should he go for one where he could easily defeat the naughty puppy? Or for one that was more entertaining, one STAYs would enjoy quite a bit?

Maybe then he could make Seungmin say he’s half 50 this year for his penalty.

As he sat there pondering, Felix, who’d already picked his, walked over. “Whatcha pick Channie hyung?” he asked, peering over Chan’s shoulder at his empty sketchbook. “Need some ideas?”

“Got too many actually. Dunno which one I should pick.” Chan replied, tapping his lip with one finger as he considered.

“Want some help?” Felix sat down next to him, hands automatically moving to massage the leader’s shoulders. Chan’s body visibly relaxed as the younger expertly worked out the kinks.

“How about… tickles? Maybe exclusively on one spot? But like with a twist. A sound level meter.” Felix suggested, a smug smirk on his face.

Chan laughed at that, half shy and half impressed. He could feel the heat rising to his cheeks as he thought about how that would play out.

He could maybe pick a spot that was deadly for Seungmin but tolerable for him. It would certainly be highly entertaining for all involved, he was sure. “You think I could handle that?” He asked meekly.

“Should we test it out hyung?” Felix teased, hands slipping down to Chan’s waist and giving it an experimental squeeze. It had the leader squealing and hopping away.

“Nohoho, that won’t be necessary.” And so, it was decided.

“Time for the final battle! Seungmin vs. Chan.” Felix’s voice rang through the room, his excitement obvious.

[Final match/ Endurance battle]

“Whoever can handle having their stomach tickled for 3 minutes wins. Oh and you can’t go over 70 decibels or you lose.” Felix read the rules out loud for them.

Cheers erupted across the stage, everyone laughing happily as both Chan and Seungmin blushed.

The younger looked about ready to protest but seeing how everyone else was on board with this, he deflated. He had to beat them at their game. That was the rule.

Two chairs were set up and Felix and Jeongin took charge of the sound level meters.

“I’ll keep my hands behind by myself.” Chan said, promptly doing just that, leaving Seungmin no choice but to let Changbin restrain him. Oh boy.

Hyunjin and Minho volunteered to be the lers, cracking their knuckles and flexing their fingers.

And since Seungmin was left to his own devices (literally), he got Minho as his ler. Seungmin’s eyes widened when the Minho lifted his t-shirt, lips parting to protest but the timer rang.

He sealed his lips in a hurry, a small whine escaping nonetheless, the sound racking up to a heart stopping 68 dB before going back down.

He struggled, eyes squeezed shut and hands clenching and unclenching as he tried to stay quiet as a mouse.

From the corner of his eye, he could see Chan struggling way less with Hyunjin, who only occasionally attempted a team kill. Y’know just to keep him guessing.

While Hyunjin's hands swirled lightly over Chan's abs and sides, Minho— ever the tickle monster, had one finger buried in Seungmin's belly button while his free hand alternated between squeezing Seungmin's sides and vibrating into his belly.

Seungmin’s eyes almost bugged out of their sockets, face pink and the color only bled down his neck the longer Minho continued.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! There’s no way he could take this treatment for very long. He usually barely survived a minute being tickled on his worst spots.

And the poor pup, robbed of his ability to speak, frantically mouthed “please's” and “I can't, I really can't-s.” Felix was certainly right about the entertainment factor.

"What's that? We can't hear you Seungmin-ah. You've gotta speak up if you want something." Han taunted, unable to actually do anything cause of the rules but having found a loophole as expected.

“Mmhmpmh! Plehehease!” Seungmin whisper giggled, pressing himself against the back of the chair, trying to escape. It was ultimately pointless.

“65dB Seungminie. Are you giving up that easily?” Minho taunted, smiling in amusement when the younger shook his head helplessly.

Minho wiggled his fingers in Seungmin's face, pretending like he was gonna reach for random spots while Felix whispered innocent little remarks about how ticklish Seungmin was and how much he seemed to be enjoying this.

After all, they hadn't heard a single complaint since it started!

It was only when they hit the 2 minute mark that the younger seems to start running out of steam.

His knee bounced soundlessly, heel never quite touching the floor. He was trying to keep quiet.

But all that changed when Minho lifted his shirt, moving closer until his lips touched Seungmin's belly.

The younger shook his head pleadingly, begging his not to. Minho winked at him, then took a deep breath in before blowing the loudest raspberry he could manage.

Seungmin literally stopped breathing for a moment, every muscle in his body tensed until they weren't. Then he threw his head back, laughter silent for a mere second.

Loud, boisterous laughed rang through the room and he flung his body to the side, trying his hardest to dislodge Minho’s stupidly ticklish lips from his torso. But of course Minho wouldn’t let him get away that easy. The older grabbed his waist and effortlessly turned him back around, leaning in to plant another torturous raspberry near his navel.

“No no noahahAHAHAHAHA! PLEHEASE IHI LOHOST! I LOHOHOST!! AHAHAHAHAH! PLEHEASE, HYUHUNG STAHAHAP!!”

Minho let up after one last raspberry right on his navel. It was the loudest one yet, making Seungmin arch his back only to crash back down.

The moment Changbin let go of Seungmin’s arms, they snapped forward, pushing the other off him.

“Okay, let him go hyung-ah, you’ll kill him.” Han giggled as he dragged Minho away from the poor pup.

Seungmin slumped in his chair, heaving for breath as he tried to rub the tingly sensations right off his skin.

“For the penalty….” Seungmin watched on helplessly as the devil on Chan’s shoulder (Minho) whispered in the leader’s ear, sealing his fate.

Whatever he said earned an amused laugh from Chan. Uh oh. That didn’t bode well for him.

Chan leaned in and whispered his penalty in his ear, grinning when Seungmin shrieked out a protest.

“What?! C’mon hyung! Even for you, this is just cruel.” He whined, looking pleadingly at Minho as if he hoped the older would take it back.

Minho just smiled coolly and gestured towards the cameras as if to say, ‘Go on, I’m not changing my mind’.

Seungmin turned to the front, genuine humiliation written all over his face. Chan announced his penalty out loud, making it just minutely more bearable— a small mercy.

“A confession in aegyo.” He winked cheekily at the cameras, nudging the reluctant puppy forward. Seungmin threw a baleful look at them before turning to the cameras and sighing exaggeratedly.

Then, gathering every last shred of dignity he had left, he prepared to dash it into smithereens.

“Hey STAY please touch me, I feel so sensitive and ticklish!” He squeaked in a high pitched voice. While pointing to his worst spot.

And then, of course, Chan demonstrates. It garnered the loudest laughter yet from the members, even some of the staff giggling at the poor lee’s predicament.

Seungmin couldn’t help the dark blush coating his cheeks by the end of that ordeal, covering his face and running to Puppy.M for comfort.

“They’re so cruel to me.” He complained as the mascot patted him on the back sympathetically, pointing at Minho in a ‘I’m watching you’ gesture.

The sight was downright adorable.

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BANG CHAN 🧸 SKZ CODE EP. 75 — BREMEN MUSIC CLUB TRIP

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these are my new favorite channie pictures atm. when i saw the other members with the little band-aids on their noses, i needed to see it on chan. and ofc he’s the cutest. and he looks so happy. and that makes me so happy. and we’re all happy. and i just could cry about it is all. okay?

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