sleepy--anon

[sleepy--anon]

Not the lamp theory 😭

WINNER -> he won..but who's the winner now?

switches!in-ho (33) / jun-ho (17)

Summary: Suddenly, Jun-ho had an mischievous idea, in particular: a bet with his brother, In-ho! The stakes? 1,000 won. The challenge? To see who comes out on top after rediscovering something from the past! But.. a feeling of unease contuines in In-ho's heart, which doesn't end the way he expected.

word count: 3214!!

(A/N): hi guys!! guess who made the dividers up there?? it was me ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )!! anyway, im really sorry that i was gone for a very very...long time!! But, since its the last week of school for me, writing won't be such a problem then! >> also, i apologize for the ending. i hope it won't be a big issue....but i hope you'll have fun reading it! It was a full joy to write!

this is a fanfiction that contains tickles. if you don't like that, please just scroll!

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow through the kitchen window, the enticing aroma of sizzling vegetables filled the air. In-ho arranged the table, helping his stepmother who hummed softly while stirring a vibrant medley in the pan. It was Sunday evening..Across the room, his younger step brother Jun-ho was engrossed in his phone, seemingly busy with something important. In-ho felt a sense of comfort, though it was a little disrupted by his brother's absence in the same place where he was. When the preparation was finished, In-ho went and looked up at the sky through the open window, inhaling the fresh scent of nature slowly. The birds were chirping, and a gentle breeze flowed in, peaceful and inviting. In that moment, he felt a deep sense of warmth, as if all his problems had just faded away. It was almost an unsettling feeling, which he tried to ignore.. Seemed like he was in another universe..or in another alternate excistence.

Suddenly, he felt two hands gripping his shoulders, causing him to twitch in surprise. When he turned around, he found his brother Jun-ho grinning at him, clearly pleased with his little scare.

"boo!" he shouted softly. "haha, did i scare you?" he added, chuckling and rubing his brothers shoulders a little. Looks like mother made the dinner already..

It was time to eat and enjoy the meal with the family of 3.

---

The day had finally arrived for the half-brothers to engage in their training, a crucial step in their routine to improve as police officers. This routine was more than just a casual workout.. it served as both a test of their strength and demonstrations. While they often joked that it was all just for fun, they were fully aware it was actually pretty far from it. The rules were; who ever gives up first, loses.

...

"ready as always??" Jun-ho exclaimed with a little joy.

"..ready as always." replied In-ho coolly.

Pang! Jun-ho and In-ho sprawled on the soft carpet, letting out small snickers when they failed to make the other down. As always, Young-il was the one who went rough first. He tried to gain an advantage, leaning in with a grin, while Jun-ho quickly shifted his weight to escape. The atmosphere was light and fun, enjoying their little match together. No worries hit them right now, no. But the feeling of In-ho was making him down slowly. Why did he feel so...unreal?

Out of nowhere, an unexpected sound came, something that they have almostly forgotten. Jun-ho had let out a loud shriek, covering his mouth as he realized what's going on. There was a funny, yet a giggly sensation going trough his body. He's now into trouble, that's for sure..

"...oh?" Meanwhile, In-ho released a soft chuckle, his eyes drifting to where his hands have landed. He recognized this sound all too well. Though he hadn't heard it in a long time, it hit him right awakening.

The silence between both of them contuined, but their moment ended abtruply when their mother opened the door. "Sweethearts, may we keep the noise down a little? It's Sunday.., we don't want to disturb anyone." It was Park mal-soon, the mother of the half-siblings.

When the two brothers nodded with "innocent" smiles, she closed the door, her kind eyes encouraging them to have fun. In-ho quickly turned his gaze back to Jun-ho who was still laying on the floor. The little one tried to sit down in a confident manner, hoping that his brother would take him seriously.

"Look, l-listen to me!" Jun-ho's voice was slightly trembling as he noticed the mischievous look from his brother's gaze. Why am I always a victim of this?!.. the little Hwang asked to himself. He knew In-ho's "tickle-monster" side could show itself at any moment. Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed in Jun-ho's brain. He turned to his brother, his eyes shining with a little excitement.

..The real fun is about to begin now, starting off with a bet. As "tickling" had long been missing, he was motivated to bring it back!....as long as his mother was in the other room of course. In fact, he also missed deeply the feeling of laughter with his brother without any intruptions for a while.

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After Jun-ho laid out the challenge, In-ho was really confident that this would be a walk in the park for him. Jun-ho never once tried to throw back all the tickling before. He was just too weak, maybe that changed but- In-ho chuckled. I will never get down just by some harmless tickling,...especially from him. he thought. since the 1,000won (0.69$) was in, of course he wouldn't overlook this opportunity.

"Hey, so. Just to pop things up a little..wanna add rules??" In-ho asked calmly, his hand resting on his chin.

"what excatly you want?"

"y'know. mother just told that it's sunday.." In-ho smiled mid-sentence, his playful tone coming out as he contuined. "so..if either of us gives up, tries to run away, or makes a loud noise like you did two minutes ago..they are gonna lose the bucks."

Jun-ho let out a forced chuckle. "you're kinda overdoing it.."

"don't act like this was my plan all along."

The younger Hwang was a little nervous- okay, who's lying now? He was really nervous! What did he bring himself up to?? Tickling...even the word stressed him out. He forgot that this bet could possibly have more downsides than the good ones, plus his older brother was even the sharpest mind in the house! He wouldn't let him win so easily, would he..?

Jun-ho let out a sigh.

"...You got it, I'm in!"

The intense showdown between the two brothers, (separated by an age gap of over ten years), is about to begin! It felt as if they were characters in a video game, and the announcer's voice speaking out;

ROUND ONE,

FIGHT!

...

Oh. Seems like Jun-ho got the victim of the tickly hands right in the first round. Poor guy seriously thought it was his time to shine!

"eheahaha! nohohot faihihir! thihis is nohohot faihihir!!" he cried out, holding his dear brother's wrists at the same time.

"looks like someone needs to practice their speed a little.."

At this point, Jun-ho almostly let out an quick squeal when In-ho's hands moved into his ribs, making him close his mouth right away to not let out more -loud- noises. Not to mention that he was eighteen, and the bet was almost everything for him. He couldn't lose - at this age he was practically an adult!

"brohohother! tahahake- ahahaha! taHahake ihit eahihisy! pleHeheAsE!"

"awh, don't make me feel bad..."

Jun-ho tried to withstand, but he couldn't do what he wanted, and had no other choice than just to keep trying. Every attempt was a damn failure! It truly caused making In-ho release a soft chuckle while watching his younger brother struggle. Although he was only letting his fingers gently trace random shapes along his body, there was not a single time where Jun-ho finally could fight back!

"Come on, Jun" In-ho grinned, making his hands scribble slower on his sides. "You're really gonna loose 1,000 bucks this easily? What kind of man are you?"

Jun-ho mumbled, cheeks flushed. "I am a mahan.."

In-ho grinned.

"Sure you are..

..Just a man with an arm strength like a baguette."

That did it.

Jun-ho's eyes darted around the room in a flash- he couldnt take another round of teasing. Not again. Not after of this kind of brother-tryanny!

But..oh? He saw something, took a glimpse, careful not to let his brother see the flicker of the idea behind his eyes.

On the floor, half-burried into one of their blankets. Jun-ho's old, emberassingly bunny plushie..Mr. Tokki. Even the light of the window separated itself into the room, making Mr. Tokki shine like he was the solution for everything.

He did NOT think, instead, he dove for it, rolled across the carpet like in an action movie, grabbed the bunny with his only last hope.

"Where are y-.." Thinking Jun-ho was about to escape, In-ho took a few steps to close his distance. But his words died in his throat when Jun-ho lifted the plushie and gently wobbled it back and forth infront of his brothers face, which made him stumble backward.

It tingled -- just enough to make him flinch.

"Ack-! What the--"

Jun-ho was already on the move, even the light spilling across his skin — and something in him reignited, as if it never did before. It was now his time to shine!

"Hehehehell?! pfft- ahahaha!"

Now the tables have turned.

"It's time to get some revenge, right brother?"

The sound of childish giggles brightened the room. In-ho didn't even realize..His little ridiculous brother was fast, so fast that he couldn't even hold his laughter in. Was it intentional that Jun-ho had known his laughing spots for years, or just a coincidence he wasn’t even aware of? Too many fingers, too many hands-- was he being dramatic or just an sensitive older brother right now? Endless doubts tickled his brain, but yet not a single one had an answer.

"Jun-hihahaha! Thihihis is cheatihihing!.." He squealed, throwing his head to the right.

"What?...Speak up, i can't understand you!"

A joyful little smirk came upon Jun-ho's lips, loving the reaction of his older brother who was laughing uncontrollably. Not to mention the fact that he stole the short but strong teases from his brother- he really loved this for sure.

"Ohhh, look who's coming...seems like the chicken is hungry!"

In-ho's eyes went wide, as if he’d been dragged into the hole he’d dug with his own hands.

...Oh that little piece of sh-

"doHohont youhuhu evEher dAhaAre!" In-ho implored, his tone heavy with the weight of being the older brother- a silent plea for respect. But Jun-ho didn’t care. Not one bit. Instead, he jabbed his fingers beneath In-ho’s ribs, just like his older brother used to do to him when he was a child. It was a little game they played. The chicken (those mischievous hands) were starving. It pecked and prodded at the body, just like a real chicken scratching at the ground in search for food.

Hwang’s cheeks warmed as he realized Jun-ho was using his own lessons against him. He squeezed his eyes, seeing it more as a emberassment instead of a betrayal. Another poke, another snort, another poke, and yet another quick snort again.

"heHaha-! *snort* youHu are gohonna be sorry!..maHA- mark my wohords!!" In-ho squirmed, trying to hold his laughter in while his cheeks were getting darker. He even forgot what the bet was about until this point.

"too bad..., *poke* guess you'll have to live with it now! A- don't hide those spots!! The chicken is getting angry!~" Jun-ho mocked, knowing every second what he's about to continue. He poked his fingers into In-ho's stomach, making him crack, squirm, everything mixed suddenly. He himself wasn't even aware of this move!

"Wohohah! Look at you! As if i just electrified you with just one pohoke!"

This was able to get more laughter out from In-ho. The sensation was getting worser by the way how Jun-ho was making him down..

"you ahAre suhuch a brahAhat!!"

Jun-ho giggled to himself. He never saw his older brother like this before. He was giggling, giggling enough to squeeze his eyes shut from his reaction. The little moment In-ho just did was too funny- it kept repeating in his brain!

"pfff-! oh brohother!..ahh, now its time for aAA-"

Phwumb!

"what."

Jun-ho, who was confident 2 seconds ago, was located on the ground under the hands of his brother. He himself didn't know how,...wasn't the older just giggling his ass off a time ago?!

...

Jun-ho sighed.

"Hey so.., violence is not a choice, remember that..."

The eye-contact they both had done were too quite, to the point the quitness was too loud..

"Ihihim sorry."

...And too funny-.

With ears burning and face buried in his hands, he waited in silence for his judgment, ready or not.

"Whats so funny, huh?"

In-ho asked, scribbling lightly and soft on his brothers skin. He wanted to make sure that this would be an unforgettable moment.

"Tell me, what's so funny?? I wanna laugh too!"

Not even showing mercy, he moved up to his armpits, making Jun-ho get out a wheeze. Sadly, the older ones hands are now stuck in the younger ones armpits.

"Ihin-hohoho! Whihiy?"

...

These words came before.

By the same voice.

By the same person.

In-ho froze for a moment. This was not a good feeling.. it was as if a hand had wrapped tightly around his neck, squeezing so hard that no words could escape his throat. His pupils dilated, he could feel it.

He hated this. Whatever this was.

And worst of all, it felt familiar.

"ah- ahaHaha! Nohohot therehehe!"

In-ho was thrown back into reality again by the familiar sound of his brother’s laughter. Light, carefree, like nothing was wrong. He blinked, disoriented, trying to shake the heaviness from his chest. Maybe it was just some strange déjà vu. A weird trick of the mind. Nothing else. He didn’t want to go any deeper into the thought. Not now. Not when the warmth of his brother’s voice still lingered in the air.

It was time for revenge and nothing more!

"Oh, where?...There?" In-ho chuckled, moving his hands now down to his under-ribs. He was shocked he hadn’t lost the bet yet. Impressive, he thought. Jun-ho wasn’t the brother he used to know anymore… and that hurt. It felt like time had swept in quietly, stealing away the joy they once shared. There is time to still bring it back though.

"The chicken is still hungry, y'know that right, Jun?"

Jun-ho was too giggly to answer the comments from his brother. But of course his confidence got higher. He made In-ho loose by just wiggling Mr. Tokki at him! Hah, can you belive that? It was a relief, a really big one.

"Awhhh, should i name you Junny-Sunny?? Like...look at that smile!"

"StohoHohop!!"

"Nonono, things won't go that easy, brother. You should already know that!" In-ho shook his head with a familiar smirk- just enough to get on Jun-ho’s nerves. The little shot him a look, though a few giggles still escaped. He knew that smirk too well.

"Ohohoho yeah? Wahahatch this then!"

A poke hit In-ho, like before, right into his stomach. This kind of felt like a stab to that part, a yelp coming out instead of blood.

"Ack-! Hehehey!"

"Youhuhu thought you wohoh- ahaha! Gehehet your hahands out of there!" Jun-ho said while In-ho's hands were now scribbling on his bare skin. In thrown, Jun-ho moved his hands up to his neck, which made In-ho squirm away.

"gihihive up already!" Jun-ho shouted quitly, knowing he's about to crack any second.

"Oh shuhuhut! Ihihim the one who gihihves comman- pfftahaHahaHA-!"

Now, In-ho had no other choice than holding on his little brothers wrists, like he had done it in the first round. His hands touched right under his chin, accidentally or not, making In-ho actually burst into laughter.

"Thahahat's a bad spot wehehe got there, is that so?"

It was his death spot, a spot, which made unlock other spots to tingle.

"OhohHohokay! Youhuhu wohohon! I gihihive...! stoHOHOP nohohow! pleHeheAsE!"

In a flash, Jun-ho let go, then burst into rich cackles, pointing at his brother. He was overwhelmed, but that was not a reason to not payback his brother!

"HAH, i knew it! Hehe, i'll have alot of fun explaining this to your friends!! I WO-."

"Nohohot one word, or you'll have to see my truhuhe side coming."

Jun-ho was sharply cut by his words as In-ho put his hand up to his mouth, still a few giggles escaping.

"Funny you are..." Jun-ho mumbled, catching the hand and gently lowering it by still keeping the eye-contact. In-ho let out a sigh.

"Congratulations, Jun-ho. I thought you haven't changed...but i guess i wrong." In-ho admitted, looking deeply at his brother's eyes who was still grinning like a 5year old. With a chuckle, he gave his brother a playful thump on the arm. Jun-ho snickered, letting out a silence for 2 seconds or so.

"I actually don't want the 1000won anymore.." He spoke, looking at the ground. "Y'know, it was fun and games...th-that's why." He continued, letting out a stutter.

"Oh, now we are playing the hero??...You did enjoy that, didn't you?"

"Oh shuhuhut!" Jun-ho let out a soft giggle, moving a little farther from his brother with half red ears when the other started poking his sides.

In-ho was happy, really happy. He couldn’t stop smiling. The moments they’d just shared felt like the kind that stick with you, even years down the line. It had been a while since he felt something like this. The sun had slipped away, but the sky held onto an orange glow. It reminded him of Jun-ho..it suited him somehow-..Funny how certain colours could bring people to mind. It just fit him, like it always had.

They were giggling like little kids, trading stories about how ridiculous they looked laughing harder with every detail until their stomach hurt. In-ho kept shaking his head,

But...on the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught that..

the lamp was slowly starting to look weird..

Oh.

Was this all just a..-

"Why, brother?"

A voice slowly cut trough the quit.

In-ho's smile dropped, turning his head back to Jun-ho. A cold shiver ran down to his spine. He couldn't bring himself to meet Jun-ho's eyes, even if he wanted to.

Then,

A gunshot.

A warm blood struck his face. A tear slipping down to his cheek.

In-ho woke up. Breath ragged. Vision blurred. His shirt clung to him with sweat. The room was quit, noone around him. He was alone..and all that was just a dream.

That warmth from the dream, Jun-ho’s laugh, the way the sky turned orange, all of them were gone.

In-ho sat there, on his bed, still, not a word coming out from him. His hands were slightly trembling..he took the glass right next to his bed, drank a few sips. He had no other choice than just to lying down and trying to forget the emotions he had few minutes ago.

Sometimes, the heart gives back what it misses most...

just to remind you it’s no longer there.

thanks for reading.

Oh my shayla. ☹️

[sleepy--anon]

I'll bring speakers and my mom's famous macaroni and pasta salads 😋

Tagging: whoever wants it

Moot party!!

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[sleepy--anon]

Not only is Saturn temporarily back with this masterpiece but they're back too feed me and K 😋

Gyeong-seok ticklecannon’s

A/N: *throws this at you and runs away without realizing that it had hit you* oh my gosh, are you okay? I just wanted to show you my Gyeong-seok ticklecannon’s before going back to the hider’s den 😟✋ yeh.. it’s been a hot minute 😔 but I couldn’t forget this gem of a character!! (Sae-byeok is next 😈🤝) this also may be way too ooc… but hey, it’s content right? 😭

This man doesn’t have a percentage for either being a Lee or Ler, he’s just there.

Lee

I hope you guys are ready for these, cause I for sure am, so, get ready and BUCKLE UP, cause here we go 🫵

can I gossip about the type of laughs he willingly lets out? I can? Why thank you 🙂‍↕️ (here’s some tea 🍵)

- squeaks at the end of each breath. Like, you know how Bangchan from Straykids squeaks sometimes everytime he laughs? Yeh, THATS WHAT I MEAN.

you can’t just look at him and tell me he doesn’t deem the title “squeaker toy”. (I also just randomly thought of something that has nothing to do with these headcanonn’s, but it’s that Mickey Mouse doesn’t squeak when he does his signature laugh, and therefore, I’m now ticked off about that 😔)

Hyun-ju: C’mon, where’s that squeaker toy?

Gyeong-seok: NOHOhohahaha-*squeak*!

Hyun-ju: there it is~

I bet ya that he’s covering his face everytime that sentence pops out of her mouth.. it’s the teasy tone!!!

- speaking of Straykids, I feel that his tone of laughter in general is more in between of Lee know’s and Han’s laugh.. sorry not sorry- take what you will with that one.

- he definitely provoked everyone when in a mood. Like, he doesn’t know about Lee moods, he calls them giddy moods, but they’re basically.. Lee moods.. you know what I mean?

- he doesn’t ask for tickles, he provokes to the core for them without even realizing it.

- hyun-ju targets him the most because she is deemed the tickle monster in their relationship (or friendship if some of you don’t ship it!!)

- his curiosity gets the best of him, I love him 🥹🙏

I’m not just gonna slap the title of “he’s not tickled much” cause let’s be real.. there’s some people who do often get tickled back in their days, so I’m gonna use that for Gyeong-seok… but of course there’s spots he doesn’t know whether or not he’s ticklish at, so Hyun-ju, who also is a curious soul, takes this as an offer to wreck the shit out of him in many different places.

Speaking of places, they both figure out that he is most ticklish on his knee caps, v-line, and armpits(he knew about his armpits being a bad spot) . Generic spots, I know-

I feel like a teasy tone really gets him flustered. Anticipation tickles? Melted Baby talk? Deceased Poking? Puddle of giggles Hinting that they’re going to tickle him? …Not so much. Teasy words in GENERAL though? He’s on the stretcher, boys 😔.

Now.. the most surprising thing to add is that all of what I said in the last paragraph would be out the window if he’s out in public. Silly humiliation at best 🙂‍↕️ *tips hat*

He likes to keep somewhat of an image on him when out and about, and that is to not get the center of attention from random people.

Hyun-ju: c’mooon, why don’t you try this on? *pokes him continuously*

Gyeong-sik: aah! Naha- not hehere!

Hyun-ju: not here? Well of course not here silly! Go change in the changing room.

Gyeong-sik: ohohokahahkay!

He avoids all eye contact the SECOND that would happen in public, my lord!

- here me out on this.. tickle scenes? he’s a runner he’s a track staaAaaAAaar~ 🎶 (he won’t get far, but still)

Tickle scenes gets him HELLAAAAAA omg he don’t PLAY

Hyun-ju knows this too cause when they’re watching something together, and a scene pops up like that??!! Let me just play out the scene for y’all

Movie: “ahaha- no stahap! Thahat unfahair”

The second a tickle scene came on the screen, Gyeong-seok instantly tensed up and sunk in closer to Hyun-ju with a flushed hue of red that painted over his entire face. Hyun-ju knew all too well the second she felt him tense up right next to her, and decided to be a tease.

“Awww! Is someone flustered~?” She had a tone to her voice that managed to always send goosebumps on Gyeong-seok’s arms and legs. Sinking in even more, he knifed without a peep.

“Why, how come?” Right as she asked this, she tweaked her fingers into his side that was closest to her, and released the most adorable and uncoordinated giggles and squeaks out of the young man.

“NoOH!-*Squeak* nahahat Thahat! aAHahahAH-*squeak*

Oh my god, are you melting? Cause I am.. 🫠

ler

Ok.. so.. uhm.. I didn’t have thoughts for how he would act as a ler but I may have a bit of thoughts.

- gentle ler. Doesn’t matter who he’s tickling, he will ALWAYS go soft and gentle. Everyone is safe 🙂‍↕️🤝

he doesn’t tease much, but he would always show off his smile when hearing the person laugh. AAH! cute on both ends!

If he’s mischievous one day, then he’ll be teasy.

“This is really getting you!”

“Your laugh is adorable!”

“Oh my god, I didn’t know you make that sound!”

just a bundle of joy with this one!!!!

- he tickles Hyun-ju the most.. I DONT MAKE THE RULES!

everytime he tickles her, he makes it his DUTY to compliment every aspect as to how she’s reacting while tickling, and it’s the most romantic and cutest thing!

“Look at that smile~ you bright up the whole world with how soft that smile is!”

“Ooh? Someone’s gotta happy spot right here, this might be my favorite! Listen to all those cute sounds you’re making?”

And then the famous, the show stopper, the audience clapping from in the back while going “absolute cinema” for how popular of a phrase this is for him- “You’re so cute!”

(I know it’s a boring phrase, but he’ll say it ALL THE TIME)

[sleepy--anon]

Suspect At Large

Summary: Bobby has to help his wife with a certain blonde haired 'roommate'.

Warning: Bit of spice related humor included (🌶)

As soon as Bobby walked through the front door, Athena was standing by the couch waiting for him.

He knew that look.

Bobby closed the door. "You need backup Sergeant Grant?"

Athena crossed her arms and stepped closer.

"What are his charges?" came Bobby's next question.

"Evading dusting duty when it's his week to do it," the sergeant explained.

Bobby kicked of his shoes and emptied his pockets. "Last known location?"

Athena pointed one finger in the air.

Bobby smiled. "I'll bring him in for his arrest honey."

"Thank you baby."

With that, Bobby slipped quietly upstairs.

He knew his wife had probably searched the entire place already, but it couldn't hurt to check again.

A search of Buck's room revealed no sign of the missing blonde. His bed was made and his room was tidy, leading very few places to hide.

So Bobby went to the upstairs bathroom next.

There weren't many places to hide in there either if you were looking at a glance, but Bobby had discovered one spot Buck could utilize.

Sure enough, he checked the linen storage behind the door and saw two sets of socked toes peeking around a plastic drawer unit.

Bobby secured his grip around one of the ankles, earning a cry of surprise and a thump on the upper shelf.

"Ow!"

That was all Buck had time to get out before Bobby pulled him around and out from behind the plastic storage container. Amazing how he was able to stuff his entire 6'2 frame into such a small space.

Buck tried gaining any traction on the slippery tile floor to pull himself back, but it was useless.

Once the squirming figure was out in the open, Bobby pulled him up.

He pinned the younger's arms behind his back as if he were in handcuffs before marching him back down the stairs.

Buck continued pulling on his arms as Bobby tugged him along. A few nervous giggles slipped out of his mouth. "Bobbyhy, wahait!"

The older man bit back a smile. "You run away from the crime then you have to get the time."

"That doesn't mahake ahany sense!"

"Then maybe this will." Bobby stopped and tugged the squirming figure in front of him. "Here's your 'escaped prisoner' Sergeant Grant."

Athena stepped forward. "Where did you find him?"

"Hiding behind the plastic storage container in the upstairs bathroom."

"He fit behind there?"

"You'd be surprised where he fits himself," Bobby retorted while carefully pulling the squirming firefighter down to the ground.

"Ah!" Buck exclaimed. "Bobbyhy, noho!"

Athena knelt on the other side of the younger. "Thanks for exposing that hiding spot."

Bobby wrangled Buck's arms above his head. "You're welcome."

"Need a hand?"

Bobby finally got the blonde's arms pinned. "Not yet."

Athena held up her hands before turning her attention back on Buck. "Buckley, you're under arrest for backsliding on your share of the chores. How do you plead?"

"The fihifth!"

Athena lifted her eyes to give her husband a look.

She then pinned one of Buck's legs with her own. "Too bad. The courts find you guilty and sentences you to 'correction'."

"Yohou cahan't be judge, jury, and executioner," Buck argued. "That's rigged!"

Athena attacked his sides first. "Then you should have thought about that before shirking your responsibilities."

The blonde jolted before dissolving into laughter. "Noho! Ihi wahas goihing toho do ihit!"

"Then why were you hiding?" Bobby asked.

The younger glared up at the older. "Becahause shehe wahas going toho doho thihIIIS! NAHAT THEHERE!"

Athena continued her tirade on his ribs. "If you had done your part of the chores, I wouldn't have to."

Buck kicked his free leg, his foot sliding across the hardwood floor. A snort slipping out along with it.

"I told you," Bobby jumped in while wrapping both of Buck's arms with one of his own so he could wiggle around the blonde's neck. "You run away from the crime then you have to get the time."

Buck turtled into his shoulders, another jolt going through him from Athena's skittering over that one stupidly sensitive rib. His laughter growing louder and more shrill.

Having mercy, she slipped up to his armpits instead. "What do you think Officer Nash? Has he learned his lesson?"

Bobby took a peek through Buck's arms at his beet red cackling face. He had to bite back another smile at the sight. "I think he has."

"Good." Athena pulled back, letting the younger sag into a puddle of giggles onto the floor. "Then you have two choices prisoner Buckley."

Once Bobby went back to his wrists, Buck pulled his elbows apart so he could glare at the police sergeant.

"You can either get up now and do the dusting or you can have the chore for another week."

The blonde huffed. "Fihine."

"Glad we could reach an agreement."

"You know this is totally unfair," Buck argued. "We'd never do something like this if you or Bobby didn't do a chore."

Bobby shrugged, giving his wife a mischievous smirk. "Fair. We have our own punishments for that though."

Athena matched the smirk. "That's what the handcuffs are for."

Bobby leaned forward. "Little bit of spanking too."

Athena made an agreeing noise while closing the distance for a kiss.

Buck cringed hard and turned his head away. "Ew! Okay, okahay! I get ihit."

Bobby had to pull away to muffle a snicker.

Athena managed to school her features first, turning back to blonde. "It's just a kiss."

Buck gave her the most incredulous look he could.

"What? Feeling left out?" She teased.

"Not with what just came out of your mouths."

Bobby finally got his features under control. "She meant the kiss Buck."

The incredulous look turned into a confused one. "Why would I feel left out of a kiss?"

A new idea lit up Athena's face. "Maybe left out of the affection."

Bobby caught the expression and grinned.

"What are you two planning?" Buck warned.

After another second long pause, both Bobby and Athena rushed down.

Buck tried to turtle and jerk his head away, but he was a second too late to avoid the ticklish onslaught of kisses peppered around his face and neck. "Wahait! Wahahahit!"

Then Bobby played dirty by blowing a raspberry into his neck.

"AAH! NOT FAHAIR!"

Buck tried to hide his face again, but this time, Athena pulled him out of hiding.

She firmly took his chin in the palm of her hand, gently squishing his cheeks with her fingers. She then gently pulled Buck's head in the opposite direction so she could press a big overdramatic kiss into his cheek.

The younger had a grimace of a smile on his face, but his eyes were shinning the entire time.

Athena finally let him go. "Go dust like you should have done."

Bobby finally let the younger's arms go and Buck dropped them over his face with a groan. "Tohoo tirehered nohow."

Athena sighed.

Meanwhile, Bobby dug back into one of his armpits. "Now Buck."

With a squeak, Buck jerked his arms down and rolled to the side. "Okahay! Okay!"

Satisfied with the answer, Bobby finally pulled his hand away.

With an exaggerated huff, Buck pulled himself up and made his way to the kitchen. "This suhucks."

"Call it being an adult," Athena retorted.

The blonde muttered something under his breath as he went further in.

Meanwhile, Athena turned back to Bobby. "Thank you for your help with that."

"Happy to."

A second later, Buck reappeared, leaning on the kitchen doorway. "Hey Bobby?"

The older man turned his attention to Buck.

The younger smirked. "Why is the kitchen trash over flowing?"

Athena raised her eyebrows at her husband.

Bobby's eyes went wide before he then grimaced. ". . . I forgot to take it out before I left."

Athena crossed her arms.

"And the bathroom ones as well."

Buck's smirk only grew as he looked over at Athena.

"I'll handle him," the police sergeant replied without even turning around. "You go finish what you should have started."

Buck pulled a face.

"And put that face away before it freezes like that."

The blonde's eyes bulged out of their sockets.

"I have eyes in the back of my head Buckley. Now go."

The younger looked away, but stubbornly stayed in the doorway.

So Athena moved toward Bobby. "Unless you'd like to hear this."

That got Buck racing back into the kitchen. "You're on your own."

Bobby shook his head before going back to his wife standing in front of him. "If he talks, I'm going to have a lot of concerned firefighters asking if I'm in an abusive relationship."

A wry smile appeared on Athena's face as she bashfully looked away. "Think we went a little too far."

"Noho." Bobby guided her attention back to him by gently pushing her chin. "I think we went the right amount."

The police sergeant cleared her throat. "You do need to go take care of the trash though."

"I'll be back in five minutes." Bobby gave her a peck on the cheek. "I'll accept my punishment then."

Athena grinned. "I'll be waiting."

[sleepy--anon]

Worth in Individuality

Summary: Buck's missing Eddie down in El Paso so he starts to isolate himself more. Eddie doesn't care for this type of behavior and calls in some help.

(Another fic request from @mysunshinebuck ❤️ :) I'm a sucker for anything Bobby and Buck being father/son ❤️😅 Hope you enjoy! ❤️ :))

"And that was it."

On the other side of the screen, Eddie walked to his kitchen. "Cap didn't bench you?"

Buck shifted on his bed, placing one hand behind his head. "Nah. Said since the lady started it, I got off the hook."

"And you're sure you're okay?"

Buck shrugged. "Got some scratches on my shoulder, but I'm fine otherwise."

Eddie glanced over at his screen. "So . . . the injury wasn't the reason you skipped out on dinner at the Nash's house tonight?"

"Bobby told you?"

"He asked me if you were okay." The paramedic squatted down to get into one of his cupboards. "Said he was worried about you."

"I'm not isolating myself."

Eddie stood back up. "Never mentioned that."

"I'm not though."

Eddie kicked the cupboard door closed. "Not complaining bout or nightly FaceTimes, but you really should go out and have fun."

"What if hanging out with you is fun to me?"

"Hanging out with you is fun to me too," argued the brown haired paramedic. "But that doesn't mean I'm not also going out and hanging out with others."

"Christopher doesn't count."

Eddie moved back to his living room. "I hang out with Christopher at home. I hang out with friends outside."

Buck fell quiet.

"Don't make me call Bobby."

"Don't bother him," the blonde argued back. "He's having the others over tonight."

"Okay."

Buck sighed. "Listen, I'm tired. I'm going to call it a night."

"If you're sure." Eddie sank onto his couch. "Not too late to go over."

"I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Sure." Eddie shifted forward. "See you then."

A moment later, Buck caught his reflection in his darkened phone screen. His skin was lighter. Not in a sick way, but in a 'I haven't really seen the sun in a few days outside of my uniform' way.

Buck threw his phone onto the night stand and rolled onto his side. He closed his eyes and listened to the house settle around him. A reminder he was completely alone.

Loneliness crept into his heart. He missed coming here and hearing Christopher chatting or running around downstairs, or hearing Eddie hit every creaky floorboard as he tried to move quietly through the rooms. He missed knowing he would be there when he woke up.

He felt like nothing without them here.

Buck snagged the pillow next to his head and tugged it toward him, hugging it tightly to his chest. It wasn't a person, but the solid squish in his arms lifted the loneliness just enough for him to slip into sleep.

For a while, Buck restlessly slept, drifting from dream to dream with no idea what was going on.

Some of them were with Eddie. Some were with Christopher. Some were with them both.

Still others were of different members of his family calling out for him.

They were motioning for him to follow, but Buck couldn't go. Every time he tried, he was stuck.

Something was holding him back.

"Buck," a familiar voice called out.

The blonde slowly felt himself drift away from those dreams, the other voices slowly echoing away out of his ears.

"Buck . . . Buck." The pillow in his arms got tugged away. "Hey, Buck."

The firefighter stretched out his legs with a tired groan. He stretched his arm out in attempt to find the pillow again.

A hand gently snagged his arm and lifted it up before a new weight settled next to him. "Hey."

Buck finally cracked his eyes open to see his arm looping around the waist of someone sitting next to him. He felt fingers working through his curls as well as someone's eyes looking down at him.

"You need to wake up," Bobby told him.

The younger firefighter sleepily tilted his head up to look the older fire captain in the eye.

Bobby smiled down at him. "Too early to go to bed just yet."

Buck squeezed his eyes shut again. He shifted forward to bury his face in Bobby's side.

The older fire captain shifted from playing with Buck's curls to rubbing his back. "Come on, gotta wake up."

"Mm," Buck muttered out.

Bobby chuckled as he switched to patting. "Have you eaten anything yet?"

"No."

"Good." The older fire captain shifted up and over, disappearing from the blonde's hold.

Buck's hand plopped back onto the empty bed, but his head did lift up.

Bobby moved around the bed, patting Buck's leg as he passed. "Come on."

The younger turned his face into his pillow to let out a muffled groan before finally getting his arms up. He finally pushed himself up and out of bed.

By the time he made it downstairs, Bobby was waiting by the dining room entrance.

He pushed off the wall and moved in. "Brought you some food."

Buck scrubbed at his eyes while following. "Did dinner finish already?"

"It's still going on," Bobby called from the kitchen.

Buck froze in the dining entrance. "You left?"

"Just for a bit."

"Did Eddie call you?"

The older fire captain looked up in surprise. "He didn't call."

"Then why---?"

Bobby walked back over to the blonde with a plate of food in his hands. "I wanted to come and check on you."

Buck hesitantly took the plate when it was offered to him. "Told you I was fine."

Bobby stepped around him to the couch. "Your shoulder must be bothering you pretty badly if it made you miss out on a dinner invitation at our place."

The younger moved over to join the older fire captain, setting the food on the coffee table in front of him before sinking back. "Just wasn't feeling up to it."

"Wasn't feeling up to dinner or up to hanging out?" Bobby asked as his arm came to rest on the couch behind the blonde.

"Both," Buck admitted while crossing his arms, eyes avoiding the older fire captain.

"You can't spend all of your free time cooped up inside here," Bobby told him while softening his voice. "Isolation isn't a good thing."

"Not isolating."

"When was the last time you hung out with someone that wasn't Christopher and/or Eddie?"

"You. This morning."

"Work doesn't count Buck."

The younger sighed and shrugged.

"Hey." Bobby tugged his arm to pull him a little closer to his side. "What's going on?"

". . . I miss them."

"Christopher and Eddie?"

"It's just not the same without them here."

"Hard loosing the people you care about."

Buck hummed in agreement.

With a gentle tug, Bobby had the younger fully leaning against him.

Buck shifted so his head was on the older man's chest.

Meanehile, Bobby started rubbing his arm. "You're going to have to move on eventually."

"I don't want to move on," the blonde protested. "I want them to be here."

"Not going to happen. Least not any time soon."

Buck went quiet, staring off into space for a bit.

"I'm here right now."

"You should get back to the others."

Both of Bobby's arms wrapped around Buck in a loose hug. "Party can wait a little longer. Besides, they know I'm here."

The blonde went back to quietly staring while Bobby held him close. A tiny bit of the loneliness slipped out of his heart, but a big portion still clung on tightly.

"Come on kid." Bobby's hug shifted down a bit, one of his hands grabbing the blonde's side. "Smile a little."

Buck immediately grabbed onto Bobby's wrist while giggles started flowing out into the room. "Bobbyhy."

The older fire captain kept squeezing as Buck squirmed and kicked his way into a ball.

Then Buck immediately buried his face into Bobby's chest.

Bobby shook himself free from the push the younger had on his wrist before spidering up to his ribs. "Hiding will get you nowhere."

"AH!" Buck jerked his face out of hiding and squeezed his arms to his sides to try to block the fingers, loud laughter bursting into the room.

"Now you decide to come out of hiding?"

"Bobbyhy. BobbyYY!"

A moment later, Buck felt his back crash into the couch.

Bobby was over him in a heartbeat, pinning him in place while the blonde fought with his hands. It was a loosing battle that ended when Bobby got his hands free enough to attack his armpits.

Buck squealed. "WHY!"

"Eddie sends his regards," Bobby finally relented.

The younger jerked to the side. "Ihi tohold hihim!"

"He's worried about you Buck." The fire captain grabbed the blonde's more sensitive rib. "We all are."

Buck jerked hard and cackled. "YOHOU'RE KILLIHING MEHE!"

"No." Bobby pulled his hand away. "You're killing yourself by pulling away from everyone."

The blonde caught his breath through his giggles, his eyes not meeting the fire captain's.

"It's okay to miss people, but your worth is not tied to who's here and who's not here. You're worth something all on your own."

Buck finally looked up.

"Do you understand me?"

Buck nodded. "I understahand yohou."

Bobby switched to spidering up Buck's sides. "Yeah, but you don't believe me."

"Wahait!" Buck grabbed his wrists. "I doho!"

"No, I don't think you do." Bobby quickly jumped down to dig into his stomach.

The younger jolted at the change. "NAHA!"

Bobby switched to lightly spidering up again. "Say it."

"Sahay whahat?"

The older fire captain quickly shot up to pinch one rib on either side of his torso in time with his words. "Say you're worth something all on your own."

Buck jerked back and forth as he tried to get enough energy and coordination for a push back. "OKAHAY!"

Bobby dropped back down to gentle side squeezes. "Okay what?"

The younger firefighter had to take a moment to catch his breath through his giggles. "Ihi'm wohorth somethihing ahall ohon my ohown."

Bobby kept squeezing. "Are you allowed to miss them?"

Buck snorted. "Yehes!"

So Bobby finally pulled his hands back. "But just because they're gone does not mean you're worth anything less."

The younger huffed. "Ihi gehet ihit Cahap."

"Good." As the older fire captain pulled away, he pinched both of Buck's sides one last time.

Without the pin of Bobby's body weight, Buck's entire body jolted into a ball as he flopped to the side. "Nohot funnyhy."

Just as Buck was getting his breath back, there was a knock on the front door.

"You expecting your own party?" Bobby teased, a grin pulling up his face.

The blonde pushed himself up. "It's probablyhy Rahavihi."

"Ah," Bobby commented.

"Doors open Rahav," Buck called out.

The front door swung in. "Name's not Ravi, but we'll still come in."

Buck immediately froze.

Eddie gave him a look while holding the door open for Christopher. "You just going to sit there?"

The blonde haired firefighter huffed before rushing over to give Christopher a quick hug. "I just got off the phone with you. How are you here?"

"A, that was a couple hours ago." Eddie nudged the front door closed with his foot. "B, planes exist."

Christopher looked up at Buck. "You were so loud, we could hear you from the Uber."

From the corner of his eye, Buck caught Bobby ducking his head with his shoulders hunching up. "That was Bobby's fault."

"Were you two playing a game?" Christopher pressed.

Eddie stepped past them. "A very one sided game."

"Thanks for ratting me out by the way," Buck sassed.

Eddie turned to him. "You said don't call Bobby. Never said anything about text."

One of Bobby's hands balled into a fist before he held it up to Eddie.

The paramedic bumped it with a fist of his own, both wearing matching grins.

Even Christopher was giggling at the unimpressed blonde.

Buck pulled away. "So how long are you two here for?"

"Just a couple days," Eddie admitted. "Christopher has Monday off from school so we made a weekend getaway to visit some family."

"Sorry I don't have anything prepared." Buck crossed his arms. "I wasn't aware you were coming."

Eddie shrugged. "Kind of the point of a surprise."

Buck glared at him.

Before the two could go any further, Bobby stood. "I know you two just got here, but dinner's still going on at our place if you want to join. If not, there's a couple extra plates of food in the fridge."

Buck's eyes widened. "You knew they were coming?"

"Why do you think I brought three plates?"

"You didn't tell me you made three."

Bobby took a few steps closer to pat his shoulder. "Because you were asleep when I got here."

Christopher moved forward next. "Can we go Dad?"

"You feel up to it?"

"Yeah. That sounds like fun."

Eddie smiled. "I'll drop off our bags upstairs, then we can go."

As Eddie took off, Bobby turned to the teen. "Danny's there. So is Mara and Jee."

"Sweet!"

Bobby then eyed Buck next.

However, he was too busy glaring holes into the back of a certain paramedic's head as he went up the stairs.

So Bobby pinched his side to get his attention. "Hey."

With a squeak and a jerk, the blonde swiveled back to the fire captain.

"Go get your shoes on."

Buck's eyebrows furrowed together.

Bobby gave him a look. "We're not leaving you behind. Go put on some shoes."

A small smile pulled up the corners of the blonde's mouth.

"Preferably something comfortable," Bobby continued. "You know you're going to be running around all night."

Immediately, Buck wrapped the fire captain in a hug.

And Bobby eagerly returned it.

"Thanks for watching out for me," the younger added.

"You'd do the same for me kid." Bobby then gently pushed him back. "Now go get your shoes."

With that Buck disappeared upstairs, leaving Christopher and Bobby standing in the living room.

Christopher turned to the fire captain. "Bobby?"

"Yes Chris?"

"What were you doing to Buck?"

Bobby's mouth quirked up in a small half smile. "Just showing him what he's worth."

[sleepy--anon]

Sorry if this was asked before 😅 but can we see some nibbles with XD and 4K ty ❤️ love the content

4K also gets nibbled time to time

[sleepy--anon]

Problem solving

Lers!Woo-Seok, Mercenary Kim

Lee!Jun-Ho

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Please! PLEASE! This is so ticklehehees”

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

“HAHAHAHAHAH”

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

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

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

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

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

"Lehehet me gooohohoo!"

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

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

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

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

“STOHOHOP IT STOP IHIHIT PLEEHEHEEEAS!!!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[sleepy--anon]

Little Red and White Spots

George takes time alone to reflect until Dream comes along. They have a hard talk until Dream wants to find out if George's little secret is still as ticklish as he remembers.

WARNING: This fic very obviously implies abuse from parental figures. Nothing bad is outright stated or described, but the implication is there. Keep safe, avoid if you need to.

It all kicks off now

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George sat at his bedroom door and never felt more like a child. Uncomfortable memories flooded in of sitting in front of his childhood bedroom, trying and failing to keep out his parents. Adoptive parents. They would eventually barge in, as his child strength was no match against two adults, and he’d be dragged out to put on a show of just how normal he was to all the neighbours.

He never invested in a lock because he was too young and his parents wouldn’t allow it. Then when he was old enough he left with Sapnap and Dream as soon as he could. He never had a need for a lock until now. Now he was overwhelmed with that same feeling of craving safety and keeping the world out.

When he was anxious, his skin would itch. It was only as he was in the safety of his room George slowly removed the wraps from his arms, exposing the red patches of skin with white spots sprinkled on them.

George looked at the markings, a well of emotions bubbling up and confusing him. Shame and frustration playing tug of war. Whenever he caught a glimpse of red he wanted to pull on the wraps again, but his skin felt like it was burning.

A horrible silence was over the cottage; one George didn’t know if he could trust. He had no idea if Dream had come back in from his talk with XD. Or if they both came back. Or if their weird friend came back and all three of them were just having a talk without him.

The answer came from a light knock on the door. It wasn’t loud by any means but it was sudden and caused George to jump. His face flushed and heart raced as Dream spoke.

“George. XD’s gone.”

A few long seconds passed before George realised he should respond. “O-Okay…”

He waited for the sound of Dream stepping away but it never came. Instead his voice came again. “You don’t need to sit by the door… I won’t come in if you don’t want me to.”

George could feel his face turn red from being caught. Of course, Dream would know him so well. Dream was the first one George had ever told of his times against the door. Praying for just a night of uninterrupted sleep and deathly afraid whenever he heard the slightest noise in the house.

“I know!” George snapped back. It wasn’t anger he was feeling but it was easier to convey that then work through the mess of emotions in his heart.

“I’ll go if you want…” Dream’s voice was small. Hurt but trying to hide it. It tore at George’s heart.

“No!” He called back through the door. “You don’t need to leave.”

“Well I’ll just stay out here. I’ll be in the living room. We don’t have to talk.”

George waited for the sound of Dream walking away, before he realised he didn’t want that. “M-Maybe I want to talk…”

There was a moment of silence before Dream spoke again. “Do you?”

“I don’t know…” George’s voice verged on a growl. Frustrated with himself that he couldn’t figure out his own feelings. He felt just as weak and helpless as he did when he was a child.

But this was different. Because Dream would listen to him.

“I think I do.” George finally decided.

He heard the shuffling of Dream sitting down by the other side of the door and then Dream said. “Alright. We can talk. What do you want to talk about?”

A nagging horrid part of George told him to be quiet and to send Dream away, but the question had been on his mind and refused to shift.

“Why did that God look like me?”

He didn’t receive an answer, which was to be expected. It would be too much to expect Dream to know but the sliver of doubt that told him to be quiet also filled his head with horrible thoughts that Dream was somehow in on it.

Eventually Dream sighed. “I… I don’t know, George.”

“That was the God you told me about. The God you mentioned XD had taken you to. Why didn’t you tell me he looked like me?”

“Cause I wasn’t sure he did.”

That was a lie. The Dream Team were as close as three souls could be without sharing the same body. George could draw each of their faces perfectly in his sleep and Dream could do the same. There was no doubt Dream knew.

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not. I just…” Dream sighed to steady his breathing. “It wasn’t a lie. I knew you two looked similar but I couldn’t be sure you looked the same.”

“You didn’t think to mention that?”

“At the time I was just too happy I was back home. Back to you. By the time I remembered their face, XD not long showed up and wanted to chat and I was worrying over that.”

In a calmer state George would have understood. Dream had been stressing every day leading up to today. He was hardly sleeping and when he was it wasn’t for long. George wanted to understand but his mind refused to see anything clearly.

“Or you didn’t want me to know. Cause you wanted to see how I’d react when we met.” George coldly accused.

“I had no idea they’d be here! HD showing up was a surprise!”

HD. The name rang dead in George’s head.

“George?”

George snapped out of his thoughts, realising he’d been quiet for too long. “I’m still here…”

“This would be easier to talk if we could see each other.”

“Maybe…”

There was silence again.

“Can I come in?” Dream asked softly.

George shrugged to himself. “I guess…”

Rather than get up, George shuffled himself to the wall beside the door instead and drew his knees up to his chest while Dream walked in. He pushed the door open slowly, like he still expected some resistance. Then when he realised George had moved, he came in, slowly closed the door and settled himself in beside George by the wall.

Despite what Dream thought, it seemed more awkward to talk now. George kept his eyes down, focused on the carpet under him while Dream asked. “Did you recognise him?”

The question shifted uncomfortably in George’s head, the same way the name did. “No… Not really.”

“What do you mean?” Dream asked softly.

“He looks like me. Of course I would think I’d seen him before.”

“Are you sure that’s all?”

George’s shoulders winced. “I want to talk about something else.”

Silence fell between the two again. George wished he would have listened to that nagging in him, telling him to keep quiet and not ask questions. Things were better when he didn’t know HD existed.

“Can I ask a question?” Dream broke the silence. George gave him a wary look and he explained himself. “It’s not about what happened. I promise.”

George still gave him a wary look but he nodded and allowed it.

“Why are the wraps off your arms? Do they hurt?”

Dream had been one of the few in George’s life to know of his marks. He’d been one of the few who would be allowed to ask that question. But even still George had to fight back the bite in his voice and gave a quick shrug.

“I dunno…” He lied.

“You just… you always try and hide them. I just wondered if it was something that happened to make you…”

“You want to know if it’s from meeting HD.”

Dream was quickly defensive. “I never said that.”

“You didn’t have to. It was obvious!”

The marks over George’s arms was never a topic he allowed to be discussed for long. And that’s because his adoptive parents never allowed it. It was drilled into him to be unthinkable to mention.

“No-one will want to hang out with you. They’ll think you’ve got a disease.”

“Of course your arms are weird. They’re not normal to humans.”

The cruel words of his adoptive parents still rang in his head whenever he looked at his arms. George couldn’t remember much of his time before he was adopted. His earliest memory was being tired, kept awake for hours so the mushroom blush on his cheeks would be faded enough and his arms being wrapped up out of sight. When he asked about his marks they said he was a mooshroom hybrid.

But then why did he have to hide his marks? Hybrids were common, even in the village they lived in, so why did he need to cover up?

Their shame stuck deep in George, even when they were gone. But Dream had never looked at George with shame. When George felt brave enough to show his markings to Dream and Sapnap neither showed any sign of disgust. They were wowed and understandably curious. It made him feel normal.

“I always liked your arms…” Dream mumbled from the silence.  George gave a glance over to see Dream look unusually meek. “They’re unique.”

They’re gross. George’s natural reaction was to say that, but he swallowed it back down. That was his parents words. Not his. He didn’t really know how he felt about his arms, he was always just told. They were an inconvenience to him, but only because he let them be.

“Are they still ticklish?”

A tingle ran through George’s arms, and not the usual from his self doubt. He looked over to Dream, eyes widened at the smirk the blonde was giving him.

“No!” George’s voice came out in a yip, which brought a blush up to his cheeks. He tried to subtly shift away but Dream moved suddenly and it sent George into a panic. He tried to quickly get up and run but Dream grabbed his thigh and squeezed.

George fell with a half laugh, half yell. He was on his side, looking up to Dream as his friend leaned over him. “S-Stop!”

“If you just answer me, I will.” Dream shrugged as he slowly made his way forward.

“I did! Thehey’re nohot!”

“You’re lyiiiiiing~”

George whined, growing louder and louder the more Dream loomed over him. “Gehet off!”

It was not a good idea to push Dream away with the limbs he was currently targeting but George didn’t really think of that at the time. He pushed his arm up against Dream’s chest, trying to shove the blonde away from him. He did not expect it to really work but Dream was pushed back further than he should have been, then Dream ducked his head down and blew a raspberry right over and red and white patch over the arm pushing him.

George shrieked and jumped. He pulled his arm away and tried to crawl out from under Dream, but Dream just grabbed his sides, tickling and pulling him back. “Oh no no no~” He teased.

“Stop! AA-aha! Stohop! Not the ri-IHIhihiHibs!”

Dream’s fingers scribbled up and down George’s ribs. George writhed and struggled, trying to twist himself away but it left his arms vulnerable. His arms were trying to protect his ribs, but what was protecting his arms?

When George was laughing and frenzied enough, Dream grabbed one of his arms and pinned it down. He leaned down, blowing another raspberry over the mushroom patches, but also nibbled and rubbed his beard up and down the sensitive skin. His other hand tickled in George’s armpit.

George kicked his legs, throwing his head back in a deep laugh. His free arm hit into Dream’s shoulder and pushed at his head, but the blonde menace was not moving. His fangs scrapped over George’s skin. It tickled so madly, the shockwave through his skin almost felt fuzzy. Like it was tickling him from the inside. A particularly overly ticklish raspberry right near his elbow made George twist his body, sending a knee into Dream’s side and pushing.

Dream was caught off guard and tried to hold strong, but George got just the right angle to really dig in at his ribs and it went from annoying to hurting real quick. He let himself be kicked back and let go of the arm, but when George tried to scramble away again he grabbed his ankle and pulled him back.

“Don’t! Dohon’t!” George giggled. He hugged his arms in close to his chest, but it was impossible to protect them both.

“I’m not even doing anything!” Dream laughed. He let go of George’s ankle, but kept his hand on George’s thigh.

“You’re-You’re going to!” George squeaked. He thought of escape, but knew if he didn’t  have a right plan he was as good as caught. “Leave my arms a-ahalone!”

“Do you think your arms are sensitive because of the red and white patches? Or because you keep them wrapped up all the time?” Dream grinned. The sight of those canine fangs made George squeal again, and turned his arms away.

“They’re not sensitive!”

“No? You’re just hiding them because you want to?”

George huffed and folded his arms under himself. It arched his back awkwardly but his arms were safe from any attack.

“Well... That’s no help to you.” Dream tilted his head. He grinned again, his hands forming into claw shapes and he tickled George’s outstretched ribs. “You’re just presenting your ribs to me.”

“S-Stohop! STOP!” George wiggled side to side but it didn’t help him. He still refused to uncover his arms, but his laughs hiccuped with desperation. “Thahat tihickles!”

“Well duh! I’m tickling you.” Dream snorted. His skittering fingers moved down and curled around, getting the back of George’s ribs. “Coochie coochie coo~”

“St-ohop! AH!” George gasped, arched his back and wiggling as the tickling continued. “Ple-ehase! He...ehehaha! Not-Not thehehere!”

“Yes there. And I’m going to keep tickling you there until you show your arms again.”

“Thehen you’ll t-tickle my ahaharms!”

“Maybe.” Dream shrugged. “But you’ll never know. And I’ll just keep tickling these ribs until you show them.”

“The... Th-Thehere weheird!”

Dream’s hands slowed, and his voice came out softer. “No they’re not...”

The tickling didn’t stop, but Dream’s hand slowed enough where George wasn’t giggling. A tense mood descended in the room.

“My...” George’s voice was small. “My parents said...”

“I don’t care what your parents said!” Dream’s voice was rough but never snapped. At least not at George. He still realised his tone was harsh, and he pulled his hands back. “S-Sorry...”

“No. It’s fine.”

It was fine, though some ugly emotion in George’s heart told him it shouldn’t be. He probably should have felt offence for the people who raised him, but he couldn’t. When George had been told the news his parents had passed away, his response was nothing more than a “huh”. He returned home and buried them – he owed them that much respect at least – but even as the burden of them was gone, their words stuck with him like shrapnel lodged into his heart.

Dream climbed off George and George slowly pushed himself to sit up. The red and white patches came into view again and he couldn’t help the wince his body gave.

“I didn’t realise you still hated them so much.” Dream’s voice was soft like an apology.

“I don’t hate them I just... I don’t know.” George shrugged. “It’s just hard to not hear their words or remember their sneers to them.”

“Me and Sapnap always loved them.” Dream offered hopefully. A small smile grew on his lips, that George couldn’t help but smile at as well.

“That doesn’t count.” He snorted. “Sap’s a demon. You got...those.” He pointed to Dream’s ears.

“Uh! Excuse you! Everyone loves these ears.” Dream made a show of wiggling the large ears. George laughed then. “And well... Yeah we’ve had people look at us strangely but we’re no stranger than most people in this world. Your marks aren’t out of the ordinary from any mooshroom hybrid. It’s just your parents weird...whatever it was.”

Whatever issue they had, it was buried with them.

“Do you want to wrap them up again?” Dream softly offered, pulling George from his thoughts. “I’ll help if you do.”

George managed to look down, staring at the marks without cringing for a few seconds more. “I... I don’t know... No.” He looked away and and folded his arms around himself. “I just feel weird today.”

“I really didn’t know HD would be here. But I am sorry...”

The offer was genuine and touched George’s heart. It cleared his cloudy thoughts for a moment. Enough to work through the jagged thoughts of the God.

“I honestly don’t know how to describe it. My head is telling me I don’t remember HD at all. But there’s something that does. Just a feeling. When I look at them it’s like I should know them. But my mind says I don’t. But he looks like me! Like how you and XD look so I think... I have to...”

Dream listened silently, not daring to interrupt his friend speaking until George’s voice started to break. He shuffled himself over and leaned his shoulder to George’s. “Listen. You don’t need to think on it right now. HD’s left, XD’s going to check on him. When things are settled we can work it out from there.”

It was a fair offer, but George couldn’t see it as a good thing. Because even if something in his heart did remember HD, something from long ago, it didn’t stop him now from asking the uncomfortable question.

If we are connected somehow...then why did you leave me?

Even if the thought was uncomfortable, George did feel better talking it out. Enough to come out of his room and face the rest of the day. Of course that would just be cleaning the kitchen from the mess of their morning baking.

“Damn you make such a mess when you’re baking.” Dream said, pulling out wooden spoons and various other utensils covered in dough.

“We were both baking, idiot!” George snapped back with a smile. “Start with the stuff in the sink. I’ll get wipes for the counter.”

George left the kitchen to the sound of clutter and water running in the sink, but there was another sound that caught George’s ear. Footsteps. Footsteps crunching over the grass outside. George was too realistic to think it would be XD coming back. He carefully sneaked over to just get a peek out the window, and his fear was realised.

“Bad is coming!” George shouted back.

Dream came to the doorway of the kitchen, a wooden spoon still in his hand. “Why is he here?! Does he ever come visit?!”

“No! It’s not...”

It was not Bad. George realised it the closer the demon got. He did not have his usual black robes on, or his guard outfit for the prison. He was in red robes, and followed by people wearing the same.

Fear in it’s purest form ran through George’s veins and he turned back to Dream. “Dig the blocks out from the kitchen! Get out and run to the woods!”

“What?!”

George bolted to the door to lock it, but before his hand could touch it, it swung open. Bad waltzed in, quickly followed by his glass eyed followers. Two immediately jumped onto George and wrestled with his flailing limbs until he was on the ground.

“BAD! Stop!” George screamed, but it wasn’t Bad. Bad’s white eyes were now red and distant. He had an unnatural smile stretched on his face. And a red vine weaving through his hair.

“Don’t fight George. We won’t hurt you.” Bad’s voice spoke, far too calm for the smile on his face. “We just need you to help us find Dream.”

George’s hopes that Dream had made it out were dashed as he heard a crash from the kitchen. Some of the followers had spread out and searched the house. One lay limp on the floor, blood slowly oozing from his head as Dream held a bloodied pan. He swung at the next follower who came near him, but he couldn’t fight them all off as they swarmed him. He growled and grunted like a wild animal, but Dream was wrestled to the ground.

“NO! You should have run, you idiot!”

“He’s here! I knew he would be! This makes it so much easier.”

Bad glided to the still struggling Dream. The follower bleeding from the head slowly rose up. His steps were wobbly but his face was blank. George recognised him. He ran a stall selling fish at the market. George recognised all of them. They were all citizens of Kinoko Kingdom. They were his neighbours, and now each of them had some red vine crawling up their necks.

“Your struggling will only lead to pain. We best take him sedated.” Bad’s voice faked sympathy. He brought a potion from his robes and despite how hard he tried, Dream’s mouth was forced open and just a few drops of it knocked him out.

George kicked and struggled just as much as Dream had, but the followers on him were unmoving. He got close enough to bite at one of their hands but all that did was fill his mouth with blood and the follower didn’t even react.

“It will all make sense soon, George.” Bad stepped closer, the potion ready in his hands.

“W-Wait! I... I won’t fight. I’ll come easy...”

Bad smiled sadly. “I know that’s a lie George. I’m sorry to do this, but when you wake up everything will be better.”

George lost the fight as Dream had and his mouth was forced open. The potion spilled just a few drops in his mouth. It mixed with the blood, tasted awful but it’s effect was instant. The world went dizzy and George slipped from consciousness as he heard Bad barking orders.

“Clean every room. Leave no trace anything happen.”

[sleepy--anon]

✨Lee/Ler/switch preferences✨

(You can choose both!!)

☁️- pinned down or restrained?

🌙- fingers or tools?

🌼-rough tikies,or soft tikies?

☄️-baby oil, or bare hands?

🎠- baby talk or causal teases?

🎐-punishment tikies or reward?

🦄- having to say the t-word (for the lers and switches making the lee say it) or having to admit something? (Making the lee admit something)

🍧- counting ribs or counting piggies?

🍨-trying not to laugh, or trying to not move? (For lers make the lee try to stay still or making the lee trying not to laugh)

🍬-Having to read a book while being tickled or having to play a videogame while being tickled?(for lers having the lee trying to read or play while being tickled)

🎟️- raspberries or nibbles?

💎- gang tickling or solo tikies?

💫-playfull tikies or tickle torture?

✨- Winning a tickle fight or loosing it?

🌈-ticklish hugs or ticklish kisses?

🎉-bikini/ underwear tikies or PJ tikies?

🍩-morning tikies to wake up and get ride of the sleepiness or bed time tikies to make you feel sleepy?

🐻- being blindfolded, or having to stare the Ler? (Having the lee staring and watch what are you doing or blindfolding the lee?)

🌑- telling the lee every single thing you will do, or making the lee guess every single thing you will do? (For lees hearing every little single thing the Ler will do to you or having to guess every single thing that will happen to you?)

🖤- socks on or socks off?

🍙- cute crop tops, or cute socks?

(Feel free to send asks to your mutuals or post this with your answers! :3)

[sleepy--anon]

The Perfect Plan

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

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

Waring: This is a TICKLE FIC.

"Come in"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What the hell are you thinking?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Predictably, Jun-Ho burst into laughter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ahahaha shihihit!"

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

"Eheheheh! Okahahay! Yohohou wihihihin!"

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

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

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

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

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

"Yohohou knohohow I cahahan't!"

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

"Oh, you will regret that so much-"

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

"OHOHOHO GOHOHOHOD NOHOHOHO!"

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

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

"NAHAHAHA! YOHOHOHOU SHIHIHIT!"

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

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

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

"STAHAHAHAP!", Jun-Ho begged.

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

"NOHOHOT UNTIL YOUOHOU STOHOHOHOP!"

"NEHEHEHEVER!!!"

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

"OKAHAHAHAY, TRUHUHUHUCE?!?!?"

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

"OHOHOHKAY! 3,2,1"

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

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

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

"Fuhuhuhuhuck yohohou!"

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

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

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

"Good job guys", he said.

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

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

"You-"

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

God, he was screwed.

[sleepy--anon]

tell me on anon what you'd never tell me off anon

No one is actually gonna do it but fuck it.

[sleepy--anon]

MAY I PLEASE REQUEST HEADCANONS OF MY BOY MIN-SU

Maybe specifically his dynamic with Thanos and nam-gyu too? Like them as his ler’s?

BUT DONT WORRY IF U DONT WANT TO BESTIE THERES NO PRESSURE 🤩🤩

MY LIL BOI MIN SU!

Sure thing, I can whip something up...

Okay, so we all know that Thanos is like, in love with Min Su (platonically). Like, if anyone hurts his boi he WILL come after them

So, whilst Thanos is comfortable being an asshole to Nam-Gyu (he sees him as more of an equal cause their both druggies), he feels the need to protect his boi at all costs

BUT that doesn't mean my boi doesn't get tickles!!!

IN FACT, that's actually the REASON he gets tickles from Thanos. Lemme explain...

So Min-Su definitely likes being tickled. He's an anxious boi so the laughing distracts him from worrying. And I also feel like he's a super affectionate person so it feels nice being on the receiving end for a change

And Thanos KNOWS that Min-Su secretly loves being tickled (because Thanos does too and has a good radar shhhh)

So Thanos tickles him ALL THE TIME to cheer him up when he's down. And he DEFINTELEY gangs up with Nam-Gyu against him

Like Thanos and Nam-Gyu have special gestures to indicate to each other that it's time to give Min-Su a good wrecking.

Like Min-Su might say something a lil bold and Thanos will just look to the side and go "did you hear that Nam-Gyu?" and bro would get the message IMMEDIATELY (they are unstoppable assholes I can't-)

BUT, because Thanos cares about Min-Su so much, he doesn't tell Nam-Gyu that the boy likes it. So Nam-Gyu just helps Thanos tickle Min-Su to be playful prick lol

The two men will pin Min-Su down and absolutely DESTROY him. Like they will poke and scribble at every part of his body while cooing about what a ticklish boi he is. It makes Min-Su absolutely melt

When Thanos tickles Min-Su without Nam-Gyu, he can be just as cruel. His go to tease for his boi is "uh tickle tickle tickle- uh tickle tickle tickle-" It's just so silly and unhinged and totally something high Thanos would do

Min-Su's worst spot is the right side of his belly, and squishes KILL him

Thanos discovered this when he was tickling Min-Su, got to the spot and the way Min-Su screamed with laughter-/joy made Thanos' eyes LIGHT UP

Thanos felt so legitimately endeared. He was like "Wow, was that you boi?" And than he squished again and again and again-

Min-Su's ticklish laughter is VERY high pitched and he doesn't squirm or fight back much, he just kinda wiggles round a bit

Remember when Thanos put his arm around Min-Su's head and said "So happy to see you again bro?!?!" Yeah, that was followed by wiggling a finger in his side and holding him tight so he couldn't get away-

It was Nam-Gyu's idea to tickle Min-Su to stop him from voting X

So this is how Thanos and Nam-Gyu discovered their boi was ticklish...

So Nam-Gyu was being a real asshole to Min-Su after the six-legged pentathlon. And he was just complaining about how bad he was at Gongi. And Thanos felt HORRIBLE at how mean Nam-Gyu was being and could see that Min-Su was getting visibly distressed. So he was like, "Oh come on man, lay off. We lived. It was fine. Don't make my boi feel bad"

And than Nam-Gyu didn't get the message and was like - "Bro, but Iv'e never seen anyone that shit at Gongi in my life. Do you have a finger dissorder or some shit?" And he wiggled his fingers at Min-Su as he said it (not even making contact may I add)

And the way Min-Su JUMPED back and squeeled

And Nam-Gyu was about to just go on and forget about it but Thanos just lifted up an arm and went "hold up-"

Okay so here are two scenarios I thought of....

"Young-Il" saw Nam-Gyu and Thanos tackle Min-Su in the distance. So he walked up to them to break up the "fight". But he sighed and chuckled when he realized it was only tickling. And Min-Su was SO embarassed, because "Young-Il" was his elder and had kinda earned everyone's respect after what he did to Thanos. So he walked up to Young-Il later and asked him to not tell anyone what he'd seen. And the Frontman just chuckled and was like - "It's okay. Just between you and me, I'm also rather ticklish myself-" And omg Min-Su DIED of embarrassment (but In-Ho was actually being so sweet)

SO this one is actually based off your HC about Gemuja because I loved it and it just seemed so canon to me. Okay so Gemuja traces people's palms when they are anxious. So, when she saw Min-Su really upset over Se-Mi's death, her motherly instinct kicked in and the boi became another one of her "children". Anyways, she offered to trace his palm and he agreed. And he tried to hold back his sighs of content at first, but Gemuja just smiled and said - "Oh, you don't need to hold back your reaction. Your not nearly as bad as Young-Sik- he always starts laughing and tries to pull his hand away - he's quite ticklish". And Min-Su, his brain not properly functioning due to how relaxed and loved he felt, was like - "Oh, I'm ticklish in other places..." What can I say, he wanted tickles

Okay that's it. Sorry it took so long - I just had a random surge of ideas so now it's finally out.

Okay hope you enjoyed gigglers! (:

[sleepy--anon]

You give me cotton candy vibes, or dulce de leche

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new tag game!!

i’ve just always wanted to try and start a tag game so uh yeah :D

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[sleepy--anon]

Okk so another request sorryy 🥲🥲 Squid game this time, could you make a fic of Lee!Gyeong-su, who tried to pick a tickle fight with Nam-gyu, poking him ONCE, feeling confident for once and immediately gets wrecked ☺️☺️🙏

don't apologize for requesting! ty for it bc it gives me ideas and things to write lol! also you always have fun prompts to write!

"OKAY, THAT'S IT!"

lee!gyeong-su and ler!nam-gyu

summary: gyeong-su was deciding to be a little jerk and wanted to press nam-gyu's buttons. little did he know? this would have MAJOR consequences..

warnings: none! this is a tickle fic, so if you're uncomfortable with that or find it weird, please keep scrolling!

It was weird here. Gyeong-su and along with 455 other players had woken up to blaring music. He stepped down from him bunk to the center of the large room. He didn't know how he got here. He just remembered getting in a car and passing out.

So you'd imagine his shock when he, on the big screen, saw a very, VERY popular idol on the screen. Thanos the rapper. He got shocked quickly. What was his idol doing in a place like this? He didn't expect it, to say the least.

Fast forward, the first game had passed, and man, was this place nothing that it seemed. Hundreds of players had died from that game, so he became on edge and stood as still as he physically could. And that was enough to get him a spark of hope in this crazy place.

So, here he was. On Thanos' team. It was crazy. He was on a team with his IDOL. Along with Se-mi, Min-su, and Nam-gyu. Speaking of, Gyeong-su wanted to be a little jerk and mess around with Nam-gyu.

Thanos, Se-mi, and Min-su were chatting a while away. Nam-gyu was leaning against his bunk, bored out of his mind. Gyeong-su, the little mouse he is, managed to sneak beside Nam-gyu without him noticing. Then, in one swift move, he poked Nam-gyu's side. The reaction from him was satisfying.

Nam-gyu, getting over his 1 second tickle phase, glared at Gyeong-su. "What was that for?" He said, half-shouting-half-speaking. Gyeong-su put his hands up in mock defense. "I didn't do anything." He said calmly. Nam-gyu looked at him skeptically, but went back to his leaning.

Gyeong-su, still not satisfied, poked again. The same reaction. "Stop." Nam-gyu said. Over and over, and he was starting to get annoyed. "Try that again, I dare you." He spoke yet again, turning his gaze back to the other players.

Gyeong-su didn't know a warning when he saw it, the poor thing, and he poked his ribs this time. Nam-gyu snorted, and this gave Gyeong-su a bit of confidence..

.. until he heard an angry voice from right next to him...

"Alright, that's it!" Was all Gyeong-su heard before he felt hands dig into his sides. Gyeong-su, the poor, poor man, is the most ticklish thing alive. When I tell you this man SQUEALED. Everyone on the side he was on turned around to face them, but Nam-gyu didn't care, he was fed up.

Nam-gyu kept one hand on Gyeong-su's side, but moved the other one to poke around everywhere. Nowhere was safe from the menacing hand. Gyeong-su could not handle this and curled on impact. "You should've stopped when I told you, bro."

The poor Gyeong-su was breaking. He wasn't sure he'd be able to handle this for longer. Nam-gyu gently squeezed at his hip, and his laugher peaked in volume and pitch.

"OKAY-OKAHAHAAY!! I GIVE! I GIHIHIVE!" Gyeong-su shouted through the chaos. Nam-gyu gave, and Gyeong-su dropped to his knees. "Take this as a warning, Gyeong-su. I won't be so nice next time." The cold voice rang out before footsteps echoed away.

Gyeong-su breathed heavily, closing his eyes and leaning against the step above him. He sighed and rubbed his eyes. Turns our he was more tired than seemed.

[sleepy--anon]

Accidentally reunited

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

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

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

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

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

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

Specifically- Guard 029.

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

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

But it was enough.

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

Because they weren’t.

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

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

No- he had to deal with this abnormality himself.

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

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

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

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

‘Guard 029’

‘Sir’

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

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

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

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

Guard 029 thought quick on their feet.

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

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

 Time to mess with the little rat.

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

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

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

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

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

‘A-ah! Sir?’

‘Or here?’

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

‘Eheheh- sir! Wh-what-?’

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

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

‘I’ll ask again- what was that?’

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

‘It was nothing, sir’

In-ho snorted to himself.

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

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

‘AHAHAahahahAHha! fuHUHUCK!’

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

Jun-ho.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Hold still’.

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

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

‘HEHEHEHEY! STOHOHOHOP!’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘You’re not helping yourself, 029’

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

‘LEHeheHET ME GOHOHO!’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘-AHAHAHA! NOHOHOhohoOO! NO MOHOHORE!’

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

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

Right now?

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

[sleepy--anon]

OMG! THEY'RE SO CUTE I CAN'T

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

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

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

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

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

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Young-Sik Hates Sharing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm not!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"IHIHITS SOHOHO BAHAHAD"

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

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

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

"How dare you!" He said jokingly.

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

"I was not being a brat!"

"You want round two?"

"No ma'am! Im good!"

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

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

"Hmm?"

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

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

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

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

-K :]

[sleepy--anon]

pls make more hyunseok, your last one was so cute

I love them very much, I will definitely write more of them once I get through my requests