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girl omg this... this is literal perfection💖

😭i kept having to pause while reading cuz what the heck?! why is everything so beautifully described ahhhh😵‍💫🫠

heyy sana, hope ur doing ok.

you know how you have the how skz would wreck changbin fic? I wanna request that but like instead of changbin its another member. preferably hyunjin or hannie. love your works and am looking forward to this❤️❤️

(wanted to write this myself but i couldny think of anything😭😭)

𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙨𝙠𝙯 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙟𝙞𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 4k

𝙖/𝙣: ayyeeeee

𝙩/𝙬: rough tickles, some restraints, drunkness LMAO

𝒍𝒆𝒆: han

𝙡𝙚𝙧: skz

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

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@shinywombatcrusade @heartsforvia @kawaiihaille20 @mars-hi1009 @gnabnahcnova @loveskz2901 @jeongin-lover08

section 1: minchan

The night had been peaceful for maybe all of five minutes. Minho and Chan had collapsed onto the bed, completely drained from the day.

Chan was sprawled on his stomach, one arm already tucked under his pillow, and Minho was on his back, hair messy, eyes heavy, drifting in and out. They both wanted nothing more than silence, stillness, and sleep.

But in the middle of them was Han Jisung.

He wriggled. He huffed. He squirmed against the sheets. He poked at Chan’s shoulder. He nudged his cold toes against Minho’s leg. He whined into the pillow just for the sake of making noise, little squeaky sounds that meant nothing but were constant enough to keep both older boys wide awake.

Jisung had been a brat all day. He’d annoyed them. He’d worn crop tops in public and grinned devilishly at their growing ler moods. He’d eaten Minho’s pudding. And even now he was full of energy.

“Hyung~” Jisung whined in a sing-song voice, kicking his legs under the blanket, like he was competing in swimming. “Hyung, cuddle meeee. Minnie, I’m boooored. Hyuuuuu—”

“Sungie,” Chan groaned, one eye cracking open. His voice was low, flat, dead with exhaustion. “Shut up. Please.”

“But I don’t wannaaaa,” Jisung chirped, rolling onto his side and jabbing Minho in the ribs with his index finger.

Minho hissed, squealing softly through his teeth. “You little—”

Jisung immediately buried his face into Minho’s chest, muffling his laugh. “Hehehehe, sorryyy~”

Minho was exhausted. Chan just wanted to sleep. For once. And it was clear Jisung wasn’t going to pipe down anytime soon.

And so, without so much as a word exchanged, they both moved.

Chan’s arm slid forward from behind, slipping beneath the blanket, and he lifted Jisung’s shirt in one smooth, tired motion. The younger gasped, realizing what was about to happen.

“No—NONOHO HYUNGIE WAIT!!”

Too late. Like an idiot, Jisung tried to shove at Chan’s hands.

Chan’s hand caught Jisung’s wrists and yanked them down to his chest, pinning them tightly in place. He was trapped, arms folded against his own body, helpless and wide-eyed.

But Minho was already moving.

Still lying on his side, eyes half-lidded, his hand lazily slid under the blanket until his fingers found Jisung’s bare side.

And then he clawed.

The sound that ripped out of Jisung was nothing short of absolutely hysterical. He arched in the middle of the bed, his legs kicking frantically, the blanket twisting around his ankles and getting stuck there. His cackles were so sharp and frantic they cracked in the middle, high-pitched squeals bursting out in between gasps. “STAHAHAHAHAP—!!! NOOOHOHOHOHOHO—!!!”

Minho didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. His fingers were ruthless, digging deep and dragging sharp scribbles up and down Jisung’s ribs, over and over, merciless and mean.

Jisung’s sides weren’t spared from the arrangement. Minho was using his thumbs, pressing deep and rolling in circles that forced the most ridiculous belly laughter out of their poor brat.

Jisung’s entire body convulsed against Chan’s hold, but Chan only held tighter, pressing his wrists firmly to his chest.

“You’re not going anywhere,” Chan muttered, voice already husky with sleep.

“CHAHAHANNIE HYUNG—PLEHEHEHEHEASE!! HE’S BEHEHEHEING SO MEHEHEHEHEHHEHEAAANNN!!”

It was all Minho.

The lazy bastard was practically half-asleep himself, his expression blank and tired, but his hand would not stop moving. His fingers dragged mercilessly across every rib, every dip and curve, squeezing at the softest spots with precision that only years of practice had sharpened. He didn’t even have to look!

Jisung shrieked and wailed and kicked. His voice went wild, dissolving into squeaky, broken giggles that filled the whole room.

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE—!! I’M SOHOHOHOHHORRY!!! I’LL BE GOOD! I PROMIHIHIHISE!! JUST STAHAHAP!!”

Minho’s response was a low hum, like he hadn’t even heard. His fingers simply pressed harder into Jisung’s twitching sides, scratching upward with sharp little flicks that sent him into hysterics.

Until Chan joined in with a sleepy grin. Minho grunted with sleepiness and held down Jisung’s wrists. It was officially hyung’s turn.

Chan didnt even hesitate. He slipped both hands under the boy’s shirt, spidered up his sides and ribs, and then stuck both hands right under those arms.

Jisung’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head. “OHMYGO—WAAAHAHAHHAHAHAAHAIT!!” He bucked, writhing frantically. “I CANT—I CAHAHAHHAHAHANT!!”

Chan murmured sleepy teases into his neck, but his wiggling fingers didn’t let up for even a second.

Jisung’s feet kicked helplessly against the mattress, toes curling, knees knocking together as he lost control. He could barely breathe, squealing so loud it bounced off the walls. “MINHOOOOOOOHOHOHOHO PLEASE LET ME GOHOHOHO!! CHAN!! STAHAHAHAP—!! I’M SERIOUSLY DYIHIHIHIHIHING!!”

“Good. Maybe now you’ll be quiet.” Minho muttered.

Finally—finally—Both hands slowed, then stopped. They had finally fallen asleep.

Jisung lay there like a wreck, his chest heaving, sweat dampening his hair, his cheeks flushed a deep pink. His eyes were glassy, lips trembling around faint, leftover giggles.

They released his wrists only when Jisung melted limply against Minho, too wrung out to lift his arms. Their little brat was quiet now, body squished warm between them.

Chan tucked his face into Jisung’s shoulder, muttering against his skin, already slipping into sleep. “Finally…”

Minho didn’t say a word. He just curled closer, draping an arm over Jisung’s waist, as if nothing had happened. His breaths were even, steady.

And their baby—worn down, breathless, utterly spent, was finally too tired to be bratty.

Within minutes, all three were asleep.

section 2: changbin

“Alright,” Changbin said, stretching with his arms behind his head, his sleeveless shirt doing absolutely nothing to hide his unfairly sculpted biceps. “Today’s goal? Abs of steel.”

“I already have abs,” Jisung whined, flopping dramatically onto the mat like a wounded animal. “They’re just… soft. Like…abs of tofu.”

“More like jelly,” Changbin said, smirking, his cheeks puffing out in that cute way they always did.

“Rude!” Jisung retorted, though he could feel the apples of his cheeks heat up from the truth in the comment. He had to admit…It had been a while since he had hit the gym.

“Channie hyung!” Changbin called out. “You ready?”

And from behind the weight rack came Chan, positively glowing with evil excitement. Jisung bolted upright.

“Wait—no, why’s he here??” Jisung whined.

“I need someone to hold your legs down,” Changbin said sweetly.

“So that’s a two person job now?!” Jisung squeaked, to which Changbin replied, “You move too much.”

“Today, we fix that.”

“I’m not gonna survive,” Jisung whispered, already scooting backward like a crab.

Chan sat down, locked Jisung’s legs under his arms, and grinned. “Hi.”

“Binnie,” Jisung mumbled, already half-sprawled on the mat, one leg bent, the other twitching like it was trying to escape on its own. “Can we maybe…just stretch today?”

Changbin raised an eyebrow.

“Stretch?”

“Yeah. Like…a light, no tickle day where I don’t laugh until I forget my name?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Cool. Great. Love that for me.”

Changbin grinned, cracking his knuckles with entirely too much enthusiasm. “Twenty sit-ups. Clean form. Or else.”

“Twenty?!” Sung whined, already getting into position. “Ughhh, I’m too lazy for this. I’m going home and eating ramyeon from my stash after this.”

“One. Up!” Changbin shouted, taking his seat behind Jisung, watching the boy grunt softly and lift himself. The first 5 sit-ups were okay, however, Jisung was beginning to run out of steam.

Until he started leaning a bit to the left. Changbin grinned wickedly. Then playfully stuck two fingers against that side and wriggled deep.

“NAAAHA!!” Jisung let out a high pitched squeal and threw himself in the opposite direction. “Stooop, I did it correctly!!”

“Sure, you did.”

“Yeah, I did.” Jisung retorted sassily, already moving on to the next sit up.

And then Jisung bent his knees. Changbin’s hands clamped playfully around his waist and dug in, teasing circles right above his hips, and Jisung lost it.

Full-body, wheezy, high-pitched cackling, accompanied by the reddest face on the planet and the squirmiest thrashing ever.

“CHANNIIIEEE—HE’S GOT MY SIHIHIHIDES!! NAHAHAHHAHAHAAA!! I CAN’T—STOHOHOPP—”

“You really think you’re perfect, huh?” Changbin growls playfully, abandoning the sit-ups entirely in favor of pulling the poor boy into his lap. Pinning Sungie’s arms to his chest with his right hand and clawing into his left side. An absolute death spot.

“OHMYGAHASH—NOHOHOHOHOH OKAHAY OKAY OKAY WAIT STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” Sungie cried, kicking desperately. Chan ducked out of the way. Changbin laughed.

“C’mon!! You should be stronger than this, Sungie! Break out of my grip, you can do it!!”

“FUHUHUCK—NOHOHOHOT WHILE YOURE TIHIHIHICKLING MEHEHEHEHE!!” Jisung wailed, face beet-red, tears welling at the corners of his eyes. His struggle was pathetic and he knew it, his hands were flapping like bird wings and his whole body was shivering because fuck, Binnie was being so mean.

“OHOHOHOHMYGOHOHOHOHOSH LET GO OF MEHEHEHEHEEE!!” Jisung bawled, thrashing and kicking his legs desperately.

Changbin released Jisung the moment the boy’s laughter ducked into silence. Sung sprawled out onto the floor, wheezing, absolutely breathless. “You’re so…cruel…” He whined. “I hate youhu…my tummy hurts so bad.”

“Wait till you see those abs!! Channie hyung, I think I just found the perfect way to get Sungie to work that stomach more!” Came Changbin’s gleeful shout.

section 3: hyunlix

Han Jisung was…

…Drunk.

Wasted.

And being super embarrassing.

The dorm was loud with laughter, music playing faintly in the background as everyone relaxed after a long day. Jisung was the loudest of them all, his cheeks flushed pink and his eyes glassy from the drinks he’d had.

Jisung had always been a lightweight. It was tough for him to stomach more than two cans of beer in a night and when he did it turned him into the most smashed mess on the planet.

The others had started to catch on. Jisung was acting sloshed, after all.

“Hyungggg,” Jisung whined, voice dragging out like honey as he rolled over to look at Minho, who was sitting on the floor with a drink in his hand. “Do you know…d’you know how much I love you?”

Minho raised an eyebrow, unamused, while Seungmin gave a skeptical look from the other couch. “Oh no,” Seungmin muttered. “Here it comes.”

“I love youuu, even when you’re mean t’me.” Jisung pouted, burying his face against the side of the older’s neck.

Every little thing seemed funny to him—someone dropping a chip, Felix making a weird noise, even the way Seungmin blinked.

“I just—” Jisung hiccupped, clutching his chest and giggling so cutely. “You guys—are like…angels. But like…evil angels. Because—” He started giggling before he could even finish the slurred sentence, curling up as his own words set him off, and he was laughing yet again. “Because you…you tickle me.”

“Oh—” Felix choked on a laugh. “What do you mean, Hannie?”

Jisung slapped his hand over his mouth, eyes wide like he just realized he said something secret. But then he dissolved into another fit of adorable giggles, body shaking as he sat up, pointing at Minho and Seungmin in turn. “Them! Those two devils! They—” He broke off in a dramatic little squeak. “They did it earlier. They tickled me so bad. Like—like so bad.”

Seungmin looked downright smug while Minho sipped his drink, expression unreadable except for the twitch of a smile.

“They pinned me dowwwnn and dug their fingers into m’side and I was laughing so hard.” Jisung whined breathlessly. “And here—and under my arms—oh my gosh, I was screaming! I was like, ‘stop, please stop,’ but did I really want you to stop?” He shook his head slowly, his messy hair flopping into his face. “Noooope.” He slurred.

Minho, sitting nearby, smirked but kept his tone soft. “You really liked it that much, huh?”

Jisung nodded vigorously, his messy hair bouncing. “Uh-huh! I love it. S’much. It’s like…the bestest thing ever. Even if I scream and squirm…it feels…it feels…” He trailed off, whining helplessly as words failed him. He was so drunk he couldn’t even think straight.

The others exchanged knowing looks, grins spreading across their faces. Felix tried not to laugh too hard, but it was frail and useless as he laughed into his palm. “Wow, Hannie. Didn’t know you felt that strongly about it. Do you want it to happen again??”

“I doooo,” Jisung said, flopping onto a cushion with a soft sigh. “I love it…I love it!!” He squealed into his hands and flopped into Jeongin’s lap. The maknae soothed him and coaxed him to sleep.

Meanwhile, Felix and Hyunjin were exchanging glances. They were making a plan.

—

The next morning, Jisung woke up with a pounding headache and a heavy sense of dread. He knew he was screwed the second Hyunjin and Felix entered the room wearing the same mischievous smiles from when they had lee moods.

They were too quiet—and the way they shut the door behind them made his stomach churn.

“Hey Hannieee~” Felix lilted, grinning with a hint of mischief behind those sunshine eyes. Hyunjin tilted his head, his hair falling over his face like a curtain as he smirked.

“Remember what happened last night?? You said some pretty….personal things.” Hyune mused, walking over. He grabbed Jisung’s arms and pinned them to the pillow.

“Wha—NO!” Jisung squealed when Felix sat on his thighs, trapping him down. He could already feel his cheeks heating up. He was boiling.

The position was unfair. Jisung froze, wide-eyed, knowing exactly what this looked like—and what it usually led to. His heart was pounding. With excitement.

“We can talk this out…” Sungie muttered, trying to hide the giddy grin spreading across his face.

Hyunjin leaned down until his face was just inches from Jisung’s, his smile infuriatingly soft. “No, no, no. I think we should talk about you.”

“Specifically,” Felix added, his voice playful, “about how you apparently love being… well, you know.”

Jisung whined, his face flushing a bright cherry red. “I was drunk! You can’t use that against me!”

“But you used it against yourself!!” Felix exclaimed in mock sympathy. “Don’t worry though, we’re not starting until you ask for it. Nicely. With your manners.”

Jisung shook his head frantically, trying to twist out of their hold, but Felix was strong and Hyune had his wrists locked down like iron. Every little shift only made him feel more helpless, more aware of the position he was in.

“Look at him,” Felix cooed, grinning down at him. “He’s already so blushy. You’d think we’d started already.”

“We don’t even have to touch him,” Hyunjin agreed, his tone sing-song. “All we have to do is remind him…how much he likes it. Don’t you love being tickled, Sungie?”

Jisung squealed at that, the word settling in his brain like sediment.

“Don’t you loooveee it when we tickle you?” Felix asked. “Riiighttt here?” His hands darted down to wiggle just above Sungie’s sides. Jisung sucked in his stomach immediately with nervous giggles, eyes wide as he watched those wiggling fingers. “Tickle tickle tickle, baby~”

Jisung was so ready to combust. Jisung squirmed helplessly beneath Hyunjin and Felix, his face bright red, chest rising and falling quickly as he tried to avoid eye contact.

“C’mon Jisungie…” Hyunjin dragged his name out. “Ask properly.”

“W-what do you mean, properly?” Jisung mumbled, trying to look anywhere but their smug faces.

Felix tilted his head, his blue eyes sparkling with playful mischief. “You know what I mean, Sungie,” he said sweetly, tightening his hold on Jisung’s wrists just enough to remind him he wasn’t going anywhere. “Say it properly. Use the word.”

Hyunjin grinned, leaning closer so his long hair brushed against Jisung’s cheeks, making him squirm even more. “The word… you love it, remember? You said it yourself. Don’t get all shy now.”

Seconds turned into minutes. The silence—except for their occasional giggles—was unbearable. Jisung felt his resolve crumbling, piece by piece, under the weight of their teasing stares. Under the weight of those trailing fingers.

“Can you…” He started. Both of them raised an eyebrow. “Can you please….”

“Go on.”

“Please tickle me.”

“What was that??”

Jisung thought he’d combust. “PLEASE TICKLE ME!!” He squeezed both eyes shut.

“Awwwwhhhh!!” Both Jinnie and Felix squealed. Hyunjin giggled and Felix squished both of Jisung’s cheeks.

“Because you asked so nicely….I guess we could give you what you want.” Felix pouted mischievously.

“Stooop!!” Jisung whined. “Just do it already!!”

“Impatient.” Felix snorted before his hands darted down. Down to his thighs. He grabbed it with both hands and dug deep and the sound that Jisung let out was wild.

“AAAAH!! Fehehehelix!!” He squealed, kicking out and whining as Hyunjin joined in at his upper body, hands digging into those sides uninterrupted.

“Nohohoho NAHAHAT THEHEHEHERE!!” He wailed when Felix slipped a hand down to his knee, thumb digging into that spot right between it and his thigh. “PLEASE!!” He yelped.

“Please stop? Or please keep going?” Felix teased, eyes sparkling with joy in the way that it always did seeing his hyung laugh.

Jisung’s voice kept cracking, sliding into that hysterical register where words were optional and laughter was mandatory.

He wrenched his head back and forth, trying to hide his face, but Felix tugged a strand of hair away and cooed at the hysterical, ridiculous grin across Jisung’s pretty features.

“PLEHEHEASE WAHAHAHAIT I SOUND SO UHUHUHUGLY!!” Sung whined.

That made both of his lers erupt into fresh laughter. Felix paused for the briefest second, mock-offended, then cooed. “Noooo, you do not sound ugly.”

Hyunjin’s fingers never stopped moving, but his voice softened into genuine adoration. “You sound like the cutest little thing in the world. Honestly.”

“NOHO—NAAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Jisung bucked to the sides and Felix ducked down to blow raspberries onto his sides.

Jisung shrieked, eyes all watery, and laughed until his brain couldn’t even form thought. A mushy, happy, giddy mess.

“And what’s the moral of the story, Hannie??” Hyunjin asked in that teasing lilt of his.

“IHIHIHIM NEHEHEHEHEVER DRIHIHIHIHINKING AGAHAHAHAHAIN!!”

section 4: jeongmin

In the observation chamber of their ship, Jeongin and Seungmin sat across from one another, reviewing the data they had collected during their year long to Earth.

The charts and graphs projected between them detailed physiological changes they had experienced while living among humans— changes that were supposed to fade after returning home.

Jeongin’s brows furrowed. “It’s been several cycles, and everyone’s sensory thresholds have returned to normal. But…” His gaze flicked toward the adjoining room, where Jisung was tinkering with a piece of equipment. “He’s still…reacting to stimuli.”

Seungmin tilted his head thoughtfully. “You mean he’s still ticklish.”

“Yeah.” Jeongin responded, his eyes softening. “He doesn’t deserve that.”

“Everyone will think he’s weak.” Seungmin realized. “We have to get rid of it somehow.”

“From what I remember, after a long time of tickling, the lee gets desensitized to tickling.” Jeongin flicked through his notes. “Maybe it’s permanent for us?”

Seungmin said, lips curling into a mischievous smile, “Maybe he just hasn’t… adjusted yet. Perhaps his nervous system needs a little help recalibrating.”

They exchanged a look — part concern, part curiosity, and part undeniable mischief.

Minutes later, Jisung found himself lying on the cushioned surface of the examination table, secured with soft restraint bands. His eyes darted between his two friends. “Uh…Why am I strapped down? You said this was a routine check.”

Jeongin placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “It is. But we noticed your sensitivity hasn’t faded like ours. Uhm, your ticklishness. We think… a little controlled stimulation might help.”

Jisung blinked, suspicious. His eyes narrowed, and one brow flicked up. “Controlled stimulation?”

Seungmin leaned down with a grin that was far too sly. “We’re going to tickle it out of you.”

“Wait—what?!” Jisung yelped, already squirming. “No way. Guys, come on, that’s not—!”

But Jeongin was already at his side, and Seungmin positioned himself at the other. “Just trust us,” Jeongin said softly, almost soothingly. “You’ll feel better afterward.”

Then, as if conducting a scientific experiment, they began their “treatment” in earnest—so relentless.

They started at his tummy, gently wiggling fingers there until Jisung was biting his lip through uncontrollable giggles. “Thihihihis is sohohoho ehehembarassing!!”

Seungmin flexed his long, sharp nails dramatically, the faint glint from the lab lights making them seem even more menacing. Jisung’s eyes went wide. “Nooo, no, no—Seungmin, don’t you dare!!”

But Seungmin only grinned, tilting his head like a predator who’d just found its prey. “For science,” He said, before his fingers descended on Jisung’s sides.

The reaction was immediate.

“AAAHHHH! nahahahAHAHAHAHA!! NOHOHO SEUNGMINNN!” Jisung shrieked, his laughter bursting out of him in uncontrollable waves. His back arched, his head shook violently from side to side, and his now weak legs kicked against the air like he was trying to run away from the sensation.

Jeongin finally joined in, wiggling his fingers along Jisung’s knees, making the poor alien squeal and giggle all at once. “You’re so sensitive here too. Fascinating,” Jeongin murmured, though his soft smile gave away how much he was enjoying this far beyond any scientific reasoning.

Jisung threw his head back with another sharp burst of laughter, almost sounding like a hiccup between squeals. “I CAHAN’T TAHAHAHAHAKE IT! PLEASEEE!”

Seungmin looked at Jeongin, pretending to consider it. “Should we stop?”

Jeongin shook his head, feigning solemnity. “Not until the sensitivity’s gone. We’re good friends, remember? We have to help him.”

“IHIHIHITS SOHOHOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAHHAAD!!” Jisung wailed. “IHIHIT TICKLES TOOHOHOHOHO MUHUHUCH!!”

Jeongin cooed again, leaning closer. “Look at him, Min. He’s actually kicking!!” He grabbed his notepad to scribble it down.

Jisung’s face flushed deep pink, but his laughter only grew louder, his squeals reaching a pitch that made both Jeongin and Seungmin grin like kids discovering a new toy.

Seungmin’s claw-like nails trailed back down toward Jisung’s tummy, circling lightly around the little belly button, and the poor alien let out the most adorable yelp yet—half scream, half wail. He was so red, looking like a tomato.

Seungmin’s grin turned wickedly playful as he flexed his fingers again, tilting his head with an almost sing-song tone. “Tiiiickle, tickle, tickle,” he teased, dragging out the words in a playful rhythm as he wiggled his fingers threateningly in the air.

Jisung’s eyes went huge, already shaking his head frantically before Seungmin even touched him. “NOOOO!! SEUNGMIN, DOHON’T YOU DARE! I really can’t take it there!!” Jisung squealed, his voice already cracking with nervous giggles.

He tugged at the soft restraints on his wrists, legs kicking weakly against the table, but it was hopeless. His friends were relentless.

And when that stupid claw dipped into his belly button, Jisung lost every ounce of sanity and dignity he had been trying so hard to uphold throughout this whole thing.

“STAHAHAHAHAHHAP!!” He shrieked, his whole body convulsing as he squirmed in every direction. “SHIHIHIHIHIT THAHAHAHAT’S SOHOHOHOHO BAHAHAHHAHAD!!”

“Oh, I dare,” Seungmin replied sweetly before spidering his claw-like nails up Jisung’s sides, slipping easily under his shirt to get to the soft skin beneath. “Tickle, tickle, tickle,” he sang again, voice low and teasing as his fingers danced all over those sensitive spots.

“EEEEHEHEHEHEEE! SEHUHUHUNGMINNNN!” Jisung screeched, his body arching so sharply the table creaked. His laughter exploded into the room, wild and uncontrollable, mixed with squeaky hiccups and frantic little squeals that made both of his friends melt from how cute he sounded.

“Oh, but teasing makes it more fun,” Seungmin purred, slowing his fingers just enough to make Jisung flinch in anticipation. Then he wiggled them lightly against the deep curves of Jisung’s sides, squeezing and scratching in a maddening pattern. “Tickle, tickle, tickle… can Sungie take a little more? Hmm? Because I think you can. You’re so strong, right?”

“NOHOHO I’M NOHOT!” Jisung squealed, breaking into squeaky giggles as his arms jerked against the straps helplessly. “I’M WEHEHEHEAK! LEHEHEHEHT ME GOOHOHOHO!”

But Seungmin just chuckled softly, dragging those claws in slow, circling motions that sent Jisung into another screaming fit of laughter. “Ohhh, these sides are just too good,” Seungmin teased in that same sing-song voice. “So soft, so sensitive. Our little alien brought something extra back from Earth, didn’t he?”

Jisung squealed again, kicking so wildly that his shoes slipped halfway off. “STOHOHOHOHOP! STAHAHAHAHAP! NO MOHOHOHOHOREEEE!!!”

Jeongin finally moved in with an innocent smile that was anything but. “Hmm… what about here?” he murmured as he slid his fingers straight toward Jisung’s underarms, wiggling against the smooth skin. The reaction was immediate and explosive.

“WAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOHOHOHOOOO!” Jisung shrieked, thrashing so hard his head shook back and forth like a little metronome. His laughter jumped an octave, spilling out in frantic, broken squeals that made Jeongin giggle under his breath.

“Awwww, listen to him!” Jeongin sang, leaning close to nuzzle his nose teasingly against Jisung’s cheek. “You’re growling, Sungie. Are you trying to sound tough? That’s sooo cute.”

And he was. Between the helpless shrieks, Jisung let out the tiniest frustrated growls, like a flustered little animal, trying so hard to bite back the giggles that poured out anyway. “PFFFTTT—AHAHAHAHAAA! NOHOHO JEOHOHONGINNN!”

“Ohhh, don’t pretend you don’t love this,” Jeongin teased softly, his fingertips swirling slowly and deliberately in those helpless hollows. “You sound soooo happy. And you’re so giggly, Sungie! I think you love this.”

Seungmin slowed his teasing for just a second, his claws circling lazily on Jisung’s ribs while he tilted his head with mock sympathy. “Aww. Poor little hyungie. You’ve got so much energy in you… Let’s get it all out.”

“NOOOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEHEASE! NO MOHOHOHORE!” Jisung begged, his voice cracking like he was on the verge of tears from laughing too hard. His flushed cheeks, sparkling eyes, and wild smile only made his friends grin more.

And Hannie was beginning to run out of breath. He was whining, panting softly. Then he said the one thing to get them to stop. He willed himself to stop laughing.

“OKAY OKAY!!” He shouted. “I-IM NOT TICKLISH A-ANYMORE!!” He crossed his fingers mentally, praying they’d fall for it.

“We know you’re lying, hyung.” Jeongin’s words dashed the poor quokka’s dreams. “But sure, we’ll continue next time.” He patted Jisung’s arms while undoing the straps, laughing as the boy curled into a fetal position.

“Fuhuhuck…” Jisung panted. “I’m gonna run away.”

“Why’s that?? Too ticklish?” Seungmin teased with a well aimed poke to his side.

“Yes!!” Jisung squeaked, slapping at that hand. “Now leave me alone, I’m too tired to breathe.”

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