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Skz AU: Captured—1.1

Lee: Hyunjin, Chan Ler: Han, Minho Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: Okay so the warning below is more for part 2 of this chapter but I'm gonna leave it here just in case😅 this is still kinda intense

*this is going to be really rough i'm ngl, bordering on tickle torture so anyone who isn't comfy with that is advised to scroll*

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“Feels like we haven’t all been in the same place in ages. Remember when missions were simple? Just us against the world?” Hyunjin sighed softly, stretching his arms above his head as he followed behind Chan.

“Simple, huh?” Chan glanced back with a playful smirk. “You mean when you’d rush in without a plan, and Lix and I had to clean up the mess?”

Hyunjin let out a laugh, elbowing the older in the side. “Yah, you reminisce about those times the most!” He retorted, then grew quiet. “At least we were together back then. Now it’s like we’re scattered all the time. Even Felix—he’s been a ghost lately.”

Chan leaned against a nearby tree, sharp eyes scanning the surrounding foliage. His voice was softer, almost wistful. “He’s busy, Jinnie. You know how he is—always stepping in where he’s needed most.”

“Yeah, I know…” Hyunjin sighed, kicking little pebbles into the underbrush as if venting his frustration on them. “It’s just weird, that’s all. I miss my angel.”

A thought popped into his mind—another face, another name—but Hyunjin shoved it down as quickly as it came up.

Some people leave your life for good, despite how much you need them, regardless of how much you begged them to stay, he thought bitterly, shaking his head to clear it.

This wasn’t the time to wallow. They had to stay alert.

Chan smiled faintly, his tone warming as he spoke. “That’s our Felix. Ever on his feet. They find out he could speak multiple languages, and now he’s getting whisked away all over the base. It’s like he barely has time for us anymore.”

Hyunjin nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips as he pictured Felix buzzing around HQ, multitasking with an effortless charm. “You’re right. Lixie always comes through. I just… I miss him, you know? His little jokes, his laugh…”

“Me too,” Chan agreed with a chuckle. “But next time we see him, let’s demand some make-up brownies. You know he won’t say no to that!”

That earned a genuine, giddy grin from Hyunjin. “Make-up brownies? You’re a genius, hyung. He’ll fold in a second.”

The memory of Felix’s signature brownies warmed him, even as the forest around them grew colder and darker.

The place was eerily quiet. The crunch of leaves underfoot was the only sound as they continued their patrol. It was as if the trees themselves were holding their breath in anticipation for something.

Hyunjin trailed a few steps behind Chan, eyes scanning for any movement, something about the silence set his nerves on edge.

“Hyung, do you feel that?” he asked, his voice hushed but tense.

Chan stopped, his brow furrowing. “Yeah,” he murmured, just as a faint rustle came from the shadows. The two whirled around towards the sound, blood rushing in their ears.

Before either could react, strong hands grabbed them in a tight headlock and the world blurred around them. “Fuck! Hyung—ow!”

There was a sharp sting in Hyunjin’s neck had a woozy feeling taking over his every sense. The last thing he heard was Chan’s panicked shout and the murmur of a voice he hadn’t heard in years. Then a heavy darkness.

“Okay that was the last of it. Jisung-ah, are you done yet?” Minho’s voice echoed in the dark room as he stood back and admired his handiwork. “Hmm, yeah! This ought to be enough.”

The two victims’ wrists and ankles had been bound to chairs as soon as they were brought in. Their muscles were stiff and sore and a splitting headache from the drugs had the duo whimpering in pain as they regained consciousness.

Hyunjin woke up first, eyes fluttering open to fall on Han, dumping a heavy box on a table nearby with a resounding boom.

He groaned in pain. The loud noise seemed to stab at his ears. Han whipped around at the sound, an unnervingly elated expression on his face.

"Oh! Finally awake princess? Thought you'd sleep forever." His condescending voice had Hyunjin's blood boiling.

"Jisung, you asshole." His voice dropped with venom and barely contained hatred.

Han grinned at him, "Are you sure you want to talk to me that way? You do realize the position you're in, don't you?" Hyunjin glared but kept quiet.

A voice sounded just then, making them both jump. "Who are you? Where are we?"

"Channie hyung..."

"You're Chris, aren't you? I've heard a lot about you from Lix.”

Chan’s struggling body went very still. “Lix……How do you know Felix? You motherfucker, if you’ve done ANYTHING to harm him, I swear on—”

The chair rattled violently as Chan struggled to lunge at their captor, a vein popping out on his forehead in anger. If looks could kill, Han would be six feet under right now.

But the man just laughed nonchalantly, as of Chan was a toddler throwing a fit. “Ooh, how scary~” He mocked in a high pitched voice, bursting into laughter soon after.

“Didn't you know? Lixie's one of us. We sent him over to your side as a spy.” Han goaded, pausing dramatically to let the weight of his words really sink in.

A maniacal smile appearing on his face when Chan blanched and Hyunjin’s eyebrows shot up, disappearing into his bangs. “What?!” They chorused in shock.

“How naive, did Lix really trick you all that easily?” Han was prattling on, seeming elated that he had caught the duo by surprise. “Wow, I can’t believe how gullible you’ve become Jinnie! The Hyunjin I knew would NEVE—”

“What do you want?” Chan’s quiet voice cut through the taunting, giving the younger pause. Han observed him for a moment before he replied.

“Give us the location of the other three. What were their names again? Cha…Changbin! Ji—Jung? Oh! Jeongin and… Seungmin, right? Tell me where they are and you can be free!”

It was a blatant lie; he had just found Hyunjin again after an eternity apart and he wasn’t about to let him go so easily. But that was a tiny little detail they wouldn’t have to worry about…for now at least.

“What Felix couldn’t find that for you?” Hyunjin spat out, his handsome face contorted in disgust.

It hurt to think about Felix’s betrayal but Hyunjin knew there was more to it. There had to be.

There’s no way the other had betrayed them just like that. It didn’t make any sense.

Hyunjin resisted the urge to beg or even ask Han why he was doing this. He didn’t want to give the other the satisfaction of seeing him be desperate and scared.

"Do your worst, you asshole. I won't give you anything."

"Should I hurt him instead, Jinnie? Would you give me what I want then? Or do you not care about your hyung at all?" Hearing that nickname fall from Jisung’s lips sent a pang through Hyunjin’s chest.

He hated the way it had morphed from the familiar love to a deep-seated hatred. But when the words finally sunk in, Hyunjin froze; wide, scared eyes turning to look at Chan.

"You wouldn't." He sounded winded, even to himself. "Care to test that out?" Han’s voice was suddenly deeper, more authoritative. It wasn’t an empty threat.

Hyunjin struggled against the ropes, his shoulders screaming in pain from the unnatural position he was in. His arms were wrenched behind the chair, rough ropes biting into his skin as they secured him to metal hooks at the back.

They had to escape this hell hole. Han was insane, willing to hurt anyone to get his way. Or so it seemed to Hyunjin.

Han’s collection of blood-chilling torture tools lined the walls, each one meticulously placed, whispering a silent promise of unimaginable pain.

The room was a graveyard of twisted steel and splattered blood. And the reality of their situation finally seemed to set in.

Hyunjin gulped as discreetly as possible, fear clawing at his throat. He tried to hide it, but Han noticed. Of course, he did. Han stalked over, leaning in uncomfortably close.

With a single finger under his chin, he tilted Hyunjin head up to look up at him. "Are you scared Jinnie? Don't worry, darling, I won't hurt you too much. But I can’t promise to not break you if you don’t comply."

The second time was the charm. Jinnie. It fueled a roaring fire within him. He despised the easy way it rolled off Han’s tongue, and his fury boiled over.

"Don't you dare say that name. You lost the right to call me that that the moment you betrayed us." Hyunjin gritted out, eyes blazing.

Han just shrugged, as if he didn't care. He probably didn't, that damned traitor. It left a bitter taste in Hyunjin’s mouth.

With a cold chuckle, he whispered, "You’ll never be anything more than a lapdog, Han. A pathetic little pawn doing someone else’s dirty work.” Han’s left eye twitched, then.

Han growled, frustration bubbling up as his gloved hand snapped to Hyunjin’s throat. The rough texture of the rubber pressed into Hyunjin’s sensitive skin.

But instead of choking, he squeaked, cringing away, his face flushing red, yet Han held firm.

"Hmm?" Han let out a quizzical sound, gripping Hyunjin's chin and forcibly tilting his face to the sides, examining his neck.

Perhaps he was injured? In that case, Han could use that to his advantage to get the information he needed.

On the other side of the room, however, Chan muffled a giggle at the situation, everything being too funny for him to hold back.

They would both be so screwed if Han realized what was going on. But something about the situation told Chan that Han wasn't planning to hurt them.

It was just a hunch but he felt quite sure of it, despite knowing close to nothing about the younger. Hyunjin stayed still as a mouse, sweat beading his forehead as he tried to stay quiet, every muscle tensed in a futile resistance.

Suddenly Han's hands slipped down his neck to where his shoulders met his ribs, brushing his gloved fingers curiously over the area. Hyunjin jolted, barely managing to rein in the shudder and whimper that threatened to escape. He squeezed his eyes shut, sucking his lips in.

He understood how dire this situation was. He knew Han would do whatever it took to get what he wanted to.

He was infamous for his ruthless nature and odd interrogation tactics. The trait having caused quite a few disputes in the time he worked with Hyunjin’s team.

Unfortunately for the older, he had never thought to ask Han what exactly he did.

"Oh?" The smirk that adorned Han's face had even Chan, seated all the way on the opposite side of the room shivering. Hyunjin was not going to survive. It was over for them.

Cautiously, Han dragged the tips of his gloved fingers over the exposed skin of Hyunjin's armpits. "Mhmhm!" Hyunjin protested, lips pressed together desperately. He had to endure this, he had to, he had to!

His skin tight attire might’ve been invincible in battle, but under Han’s wiggling fingers, they only served to amplify the effect.

Hyunjin tried to curl in on himself but was quickly reminded of his current position. He was helpless.

There was nothing he could possibly do to even mute those torturous sensations spreading all over his skin.

Han, on the other hand, seemed to relish every moment, his mind racing as he realized the control he now had over Hyunjin.

“So, are you still not going to spill their location?”

“Fuck off Han. You’re a fucking traitor and now you pull this stunt and actually expect me to snitch?”

“I was hoping you’d say that. You see, Jinnie, I have this special way to get my captives to talk. You’re gonna be the first one too! Don’t you feel honored?”

Han had never failed to make his victims talk. And he knew Hyunjin, they'd been friends before they were enemies and no one knew Hyunjin better than him. That, unfortunately, included all his weaknesses.

“You look just as sensitive as you were back then, maybe even more so now.” Han observed, sounding as though he were in a trance.

“Are you still ticklish everywhere, Jinnie, or has that changed?” He sounded excited, like a child getting a present they’d wanted.

“Isn't that such an easy thing to exploit? ” Han brought his clawed hands closer and closer to Hyunjin's belly, watching in fascination at how the ferret trembled in his containment, sucking his stomach in as much as he could to stall.

But his demise was inevitable. Hyunjin lurched forward when the younger's fingers made contact, flinching with a shriek. This really was the one thing he couldn't stand.

No one had ever prepared him for such a scenario and poor Hyunjin was stumped for an appropriate reaction.

Would laughing mean that he'd already lost? How long was Han going to torture him this way? What would happen to them after this?

Hyunjin shook his head frantically, trying to kick out but his legs didn’t even budge in their restraints.

No no no no NO!

This couldn’t be happening right now. It was much too ridiculous. What kind of interrogation involved tickling of all things?!

Hyunjin blushed, feeling extremely flustered under the stares of the 3 men.

“W-what? N-no of course not you idiot!” He snapped quickly, clenching his fists as if it could slow his racing heart. He knew from Han’s sadistic smirk that the ruse was up.

“NO! Stay awahay!” He yelped when Han approached him, picking something up from a table as he sauntered over.

He hadn’t expected it to tickle as much as it did, and by the looks of it, neither had Jisung.

A delighted look bloomed on his face, eyes keenly drinking in Hyunjin’s every reaction as he dug his gloved fingers further into his victim’s ribs.

The door opened then and another man walked in. His impassive face seemed to be sculptured by Michelangelo himself. The very picture of beauty. Han smiled sweetly at Minho, earning a smirk in return.

“Hyung check this out! Guess our usual tactic would do perfectly for our cute little victims. Hyunjin looked frantically from Han to Minho, he did not like where this conversation was heading.

And with that Han leaned forward and dug his hands into Hyunjin’s sides. The poor man tried holding back, sucking in a sharp breath and biting his lip.

As if that would help. Han was determined and in seconds, he had broken down Hyunjin’s resolve, leaving him squirming and giggling uncontrollably.

“Fahahahack stohohohop ihihit youhu ahasshohole!!” Hyunjin squealed, a frantic high pitched noise, trying but failing once more to lurch away from the unbearable sensations.

He looked cute like this, thought Han, writhing helplessly under the lightest touch.

It was humiliating, the way Hyunjin couldn’t hold back his sounds and that only seemed to make the younger that much happier.

Minho stood in the corner, his watchful gazed locked onto Chan. A few things were immediately clear to the observant kitten: firstly, if Chan's reaction was anything to go by, he seems insanely sensitive.

And secondly that Chan's ears were growing red just by seeing Hyunjin get wrecked, his front teeth biting into his lower lip until it was glowing painfully.

So, with an amused hum, he left the older be. Maybe allowing him to get a glimpse of what would soon happen to him would make him spill faster?

Minho’s cat like eyes flickered over to his new toy. Chan’s breath hitched when they made eye contact, making Minho’s lips coil up in a smirk.

“Hmm what should I do with you? Your partner seems to be very ticklish. What about you?” Chan hadn’t ever felt more put on the spot than in that moment.

He gazed fearfully up at Minho’s calculating stare and easy smile. He looked like he was already enjoying this little mind game. “Answer me, Chris. Or do I have to make you?”

A chill ran down Chan’s back when he felt Minho’s stare on him. His head snapped up to look at the silent man approaching him and Chan felt pinned under the steely look that was trained on him.

“Th-that won’t work. I’m not ticklish at all! NO—you-you’re just wasting your time please!”

The older’s frantic blabbering only sealed his fate. Minho’s brows quirked up, an amused smile making its way onto his face as he kneeled in front of Chan.

“Don’t you worry! I have plenty of time to spare Channie~” Minho’s velvety tone had Chan’s heart racing anxiously.

He was so screwed.

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Credit & credit

Hyune tickled Hannie🤭

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᧔ lee Hannie hcs ᧓

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lee bf hannie letting you tickle him whenever you're in a ler mood. he had a special kind of tolerance when it came to you—he let you tickle him whenever you were in a ler mood, no matter how bad it got. and it always got bad.

just like now: your thumbs dug into his hip bones, rubbing deep, torturous circles that sent shocks of ticklish sensations shooting through him. hannie threw his head back, helpless laughter spilling out of him in waves.

he’d been lounging on the couch moments before, scrolling through his phone and half-watching one of his favorite anime movies—something he’d seen so many times that he could quote it word-for-word.

and yet he'd never expected this. you’d pounced, sending his phone clattering to the floor and pinning him with ease.

you rarely had ler moods, usually preferring to be his lee but the few times the urge had taken over— you'd absolutely ruined hannie. the poor man had been left a blushing, breathless mess on the floor, bed or couch.

and he had thoroughly enjoyed every. second. of it, even going as far as to come to you to soothe his lee moods instead of going all the way to the dorms to ask one of the boys.

"yhihinihie! ihihit tihihickles sohohoho bahaHAHAHAD!!" he howled, but even as his body wriggled like he was trying to escape. you both knew the truth: he loved this far too much to truly fight you off.

“oh, come on, hannie,” you teased, your voice dripping with faux sympathy. “is this too much for my baby? i’m sorry i know how sensitive you are.”

your hands, of course, betrayed how little remorse you actually felt. they crawled up his sides, fingers clawing into his ribs and drawing patterns that were equal parts agonizing and thrilling. by the time you reached the soft skin of his underarms, he was practically shrieking with laughter.

“p-plehehehease!” hannie managed between gasps. his cheeks were flushed, his body writhing as his cackles filled the room.

you leaned down, crooning in his ear, “just a little longer, love. i want to hear those cute giggles of yours just a little more.”

the way his face turned an even deeper shade of red made your heart swell. poor Hannie—helpless, ticklish, and completely at your mercy.

but he was willing to accept this for you. sure, he’d occasionally let minho get away with this kind of 'torture' too. but moments like this? they were just for the two of you.

when your hands shifted their attention to his belly, kneading the soft pudge he’d gained over the past month and swirling your nails around his giggle button, it was too much.

hannie finally succumbed to the sensations entirely, letting you coax as much laughter from him as your heart desired. his laughter spilling out sweet, free and unrestrained.

"fuhuhuhuhck youhuhuhu're mehehercilehehess!!" he squealed, eyes squeezed shut and face scrunched up in a adorable smile. this was the sight your inner tickle monster always craved.

hannie with the brightest of smiles on his face, rosy tear stained cheeks and hiccupy laughter falling in strings from his lips.

still, he kept his hands pinned above his head, just as you liked. his fingers curled into fists, and his arms trembled with the effort it took to keep them there.

"gods you're so damn cute like this," you murmured, voice low and sweet. "keep laughing for me darling, i won't stop until i've dragged out every last drop of laughter you're keeping hidden in there."

you knew it was driving him wild—the way he struggled against himself, refusing to move even as the ticklish sensations overwhelmed his body. hannie shook his head, kicked his feet, and surrendered completely to your touch—anything but disobey you.

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Letter Games Pt. 1

Lee: Hannie Lers: Chan, Minho, Jeongin Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: thank you for being so patient with me everyone! and thank you for the ones who checked up on me during my absence🥺 it means a lot to me🫂🩷 i hope you guys like this!!🤗💖

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“You two, quiet down! Hyung is sleeping,” Jeongin hissed for the third time that day, rolling his eyes when Han stuck his tongue out at him. Minho sighed, eyes falling on their leader, curled up and snoring away quietly on one corner of their picnic blanket.

The trio had covered him in their jackets, then munched on some snacks as they whispered to each other. The warmth of the sun, the cool of the breeze and the members hushed voices had lulled him slowly to dreamland.

Innie had propped his head up on his bag and Chan had fallen asleep in seconds, strands of his dark hair weaving between lush green blades of grass.

It was an adorable sight and one that reminded the two why they had to be silent. It was rare to see him so peacefully asleep. Chan needed this nap. And so they settled down too, Han pointing out clouds and comparing them to random objects in an attempt to keep them entertained.

“Look that one looks like Chan hyung’s butt…or maybe Binnie hyung’s. And that one looks like a wahahalrus!” He whispered, dissolving into a fit of giggles when it got both Minho and Jeongin to crack up.

Oh how they missed Changbin. The dwaekki had been stubborn about going to the gym today and so was missing all this.

It was a couple of hours later that Chan woke up, brought back to consciousness by his bandmates quiet snickers.

“Hannie hyung I swear if you wake Channie hyung up, you’re gonna get wrecked so bad!” Innie threatened, although the smile in his voice and crescent shaped eyes stole any real weight to his words.

“I’m up!” The oldest announced, a fond smile playing on his lips as he sat up and stretched. “Man, that was exactly what I needed. Plus,” he added, glancing at the ace. “I had a very… enlightening dream. Innie come over.”

Eyes wide with curiosity, the maknae leaned over, shoulders rising when the leader’s breath tickled his ears. Hushed whispers were followed by a deep red flush overtaking Jeongin’s face, both amusement and admiration shining in his eyes as he leaned away to look back at Chan.

“Hyung that… that… Can he even survive that?” He asked, unable to stop his gaze from falling on Han, who now resembled a scared hamster— worry lines showing on his forehead as his eyebrows knitted in suspicion and concern. Were they talking about him?

There was no way it was that right? That would be ridiculous! Because why on earth would Chan be dreaming about tickle tactics right now?

The same was done for Minho, the kitten now sporting a grin that could only be described as demonic. “I don’t like this. What are you plotting hyung?” Han demanded, looking warily at the mastermind of all this.

“Alright,” Chan announced, “Let’s play a game Hannie: you spell your name, and for each letter, we find a tickle spot and rate it. Sounds fun, right?”

“Nope.” The ace stood up abruptly, taking a big step away from the others, “Nuh uh. Like hell it does. Why am I the one getting targeted? Innie is much more ticklish and Minho hyung is a wayy more satisfying conquest.”

His comments flustered the two, Minho glaring playfully at his while Jeongin groaned in annoyance. “Get back here hyung-ah!” A burst of action followed, Chan and Jeongin jumping up and chasing after the quokka, who stumbled as he fled for his life.

Minho laughed in second-hand embarrassment. Around them, couples and families had stopped to stare, watching three grown men tearing through the grass like kids on a playground.

It was an exposed tree root that was Hannie’s undoing. “No no no no no!!”

He tripped, landing face first on a patch of tall grass. Before he could even stand up on his own, two hands grabbed his waist, hauling him over their leader’s shoulder. He gave in then, slumping in their hold and breathing hard.

“Yes yes yes Han-ah~ We’re gonna have to get you extra good for trying to run,” Chan teased as they walked back to their spot.

Innie bullied him all the way back, discussing earnestly with Chan on which spots to get, the smirk on his face telling Han that this was meant to tease him. And it certainly did.

His chubby cheeks were rose tinted when he was put down, Minho tackling the ace into his arms. “Mhmhm nohohoho!! Youhu cahan’t dohoho thihis to me!” He squirmed uselessly when the three pinned him down, a small part of him giddy with anticipation.

Hannie’s body tingled at the way all their eyes zeroed in on his hips. They wouldn’t start with his hips right? He couldn’t handle one of his worst spots being tickled right off the bat.

“Oh yea? And who’s gonna stop us? You?” Minho mocked, hands resting on Hannie’s ribs and tapping away as if to remind him of his current predicament. He gulped, looking away when he felt his cheeks warming up. Gods if he was already this flustered….

“Now, you remember the rules right? It’s simple. You spell out your name and we tickle you on one spot for each letter. And,” Chan gently tilted Hannie’s face so he was looking right at him, “for every letter you forget or mix up, we will tickle an extra spot that we pick. You got that?”

The ace chewed his bottom lip as he nodded, utterly mortified when he felt butterflies dancing in his belly. He was so excited!

“Go on hyung-ah, spell your name for us. You know you want to~” Innie crooned and Han wanted to wipe that smug look off his face. Their dear maknae had grown very cocky since he’d started bulking, having already gotten his long due revenge on Hyunjin and Seungmin.

A tense silence followed, during which the ace’s urge to get wrecked warred with his want for self preservation. Minho magnanimously helped him along, his fingers dancing lightly against Hannie’s neck to keep him giggling adorably.

“Arghahaha! Hyuhuhung youhuhu cahan’t tihickle mehehe untihil ihihi spehell!” He protested, his train of thought derailing right into tickle land.

“Oh? Whoever said we couldn’t tickle you before you started? There weren’t any such rules Hannie~ Coochie coochie coo~” he teased, mischievous smile stretching his lips as his fingers sped up, making the younger squirm under him.

“Fine! Fihihine Ihihi’ll sahahay it!” He yelped, shrugging his shoulders and shaking his head. “…H.”

All hell broke lose then. “Hips!” Jeongin yelled like a student getting the right answer in class. His shirt was tugged up and hands were immediately fighting to knead and scribble and drill into the quokka’s hips.

“Fuhuhuhuck nonono!! Ihihit tihihihckles sohohoho bahaHAHAD!!” Han couldn’t tell who was doing what, the ticklish sensation consuming his every thought, giggles spilling from his lips unrestrained.

Chan, sitting on his hands was doing the scribbling while Minho on his thighs was drilling in like this was his last chance to.

Innie on the other hand had moved to his side to knead into one hip at a time, alternating just to watch the poor lee twist and turn, trying and failing to lean away. “Wow hyungie, it’s like you become more ticklish each time we tickle you!” He marveled at the older’s ability to endure the sweet torture.

“Ihihi hahaha HAHATE YOUHUHU GUHUHYS!! AHHH MINHO HYUHUHUHUNG PLEHEHEASE!!” Hannie was thrown into hysterics, giggly laughter morphing into frantic cackles when Minho bent down to blow a raspberry on one hip.

Chan took mercy on him though, Hannie’s face was bright red, his wide, heart shaped smile on full display as he laughed and writhed under their hands. “Just spell the next letter when you want us to move on.”

“A! A! Plehehease Ihihihi cahan’t tahake ihihit thehehere anyhymore!!”

“Oh you asked for it baby. Too bad your first letters spell out your worst spots one after the other~” The leader chuckled at his plight. It was too amusing to stop though. So he dived right in, then stilled when an idea popped in his head.

“How do you want us to get you here Han-ah? Should I go light like this?” He cooed, slipping his hands into Hannie’s sleeves and brushed the sensitive skin lightly with the lips of his fingers. He watched as Hannie’s previous sounds quietened down, sweet bubbly giggles escaping his lips.

“Or rough?” He hooked his thumb into the hollow and vibrated in quickly, thrusting the poor lee into belly laughter, head thrown back and legs kicking the ground behind Minho. “LIGHT! PLEHEHEHASE CHAHAHANNIE HYUHUHUNG GO SLOHOHOW! IHIHIHI’M BEHEHEGGING!!”

“As you wish baby,” the leader promised, switching back to gentle tracing and light back and forth strokes of his nails. It was just enough stimulation to keep Hannie’s melodious sounds filling their little corner of the park, but not so rough that he’d get overwhelmed.

“Hyuhuhung ahahaha ihihit tihihickles hyuhuhung! ihihihit tihihihihckles!!” Hannie told them, watery eyes blinking up at them. “Does it now? And do you like it? I can feel you leaning in you know?” Chan looked at him, amused and endeared.

Their little ace really was the cutest ever. Poor Hannie blushed even darker at being outed, hiding his face in his arm. “Shuhuhuhut uhuhup! Youhuhu mahade mehehe dohoho thihihis!”

“Do you want us to stop then, baby?” Minho asked, a knowing smile on his face as he brushed Hannie’s bangs back from his sweaty forehead.

“Mhmhmhm myhyhy nahahame stihihill has mohohore lehehetters tohoho gohoho youhuhu knohow!” He mumbled between shy laughter, peering at them from his hiding place.

“That’s right! Hyung still has seven more letters to go. You’re so cute Hannie hyung. You can just say you like this~” Innie teased, throwing in a quick scribble to the older’s belly to make him jump. They really adored this shy side of their friend.

Han whined then. They were enjoying his flustered state wayy too much! It wasn’t fair. Just a twitch of Chan’s fingers and another bout of laughter slipped past his lips. It soon grew unbearable, the soft tickles sending tingles down his whole body, making the lee feel like he was a live wire.

“N!! Nehehehext spohohot plehehease!” He begged, gasping for breath. The unshed tears were more prominent in his eyes now. His blush had spread down his neck, color bleeding into his chest.

“Aww is this too much for you Hannie? I’m tickling you so gently and you still can’t take it?” The leader taunted but paused to give the younger a break.

���N is for Navel!” Jeongin cheered, wiggling his fingers at his hyung. It made Hannie’s breath hitch. The trio waited till the ace’s breathing had evened out, Minho rubbing soothing (and slightly ticklish) circles into his waist.

“You ready?” Minho asked, voice soft when he looked at Han, making sure the younger really was okay with continuing.

“I'm okay, hyung. Um... will you... uh... tickle me on more spots if I spell multiple letters at once? Just wondering… Is that one of the rules?" Han asked hesitantly, boba eyes looking right at Chan.

"Hmm, well it wasn't... But now that you mention it, maybe it should be one of the rules. Do you want it to be baby?" Chan's mind was running a mile a minute with that idea, playing with all the ways he could try this game on the rest of the members back at the dorms.

Hannie blushed hard but nodded. He wanted more. And he was curious what spots they would pick for each letter.

And maybe a teeny tiny part of him really wanted this too— to see how much he could take and how merciless his lers could be. After all, these three were probably the most sadistic ones he knew.

“Go on, spell for us.” Jeongin whined impatiently, taking his seat on the older’s calves. Now Sungie really was pinned completely.

“J…I…S.” His next words came out as a surprised screech when, without warning, Jeongin’s hands found his thighs and squeezed. “J for joints!” He spoke cheerfully, squeezing and scribbling and massaging the spot.

“Wait! Nohohoho Ihihihi dihihihidn’t thihihink thihis throughuhuhu ahaHAHAHAHAHH!!” A squeal cut through his bubbly laughter once Minho and Chan also joined in.

“Hey you can’t complain! You asked for this Hannie~ You even thought of it yourself!” Chan chided him, hands busily moving from his waist and up to Hannie’s ribs, clawing and pinching the skin.

Minho had leaned back, massaging his thumbs into the younger’s inner thighs to have Jisung screaming incoherently. It really wasn’t fair that his name covered so many of his worst spots!

Hannie twisted and writhed as best he could, only managing to shake his head and flap his feet and occasionally jerk his torso away from one of Chan’s cruel hands.

“FUHUHUHUHUCK!!! SHIHIT IHIHI CAHAHAN’T OHOHO MYHYHY GAHAHAHAHAD!!” Hicuppy laughter flowed from his mouth, his eyes squeezed shut as if to clock out the sensations racing across his skin.

“Yah! There are kids here! You can’t curse, Jisung-ah,” the leader scolded. And his hands sped up, punishing poor Hannie with even more tickles which kinda did their job.

Now any curse words that came up would die in his throat until nothing but pure, unfiltered sounds of joy escaped. He laughed and laughed and laughed, forgetting how this stupid game even begun in the first place.

“Three more letters baby. What the last ones?” Minho prompted, noticing how out of it their ace looked.

“IHIHI CAHAHAN’T REHEHEMEHEMBER! PLEHEHEASE SLOHOHOW DOHOHOWN!! IHIHI CAHANT THIHIHINK!” He gasped out finally, and the three obliged, slowing their hands until they were merely resting on the tortured spots.

Han panted, chest heaving as he caught his breath. Then he remembered. The last 3 letters. Oh god. Which spots would they target? U for underarms, N for neck and G for…? Damn he couldn’t think of any…

“Uh…U, N and G! That’s all the letters.” He spoked regardless. He wondered what spot the others would target for his last letter.

“Okay U for underarms,” Minho nodded in satisfaction. “N for neck, of course!” Chan followed. They all turned to Jeongin, who smirked cockily. That brat had something up his sleeve!

“Ghost spots~” He said and was greeted with three matching looks of confusion. “You’ll see!” He reassured and let the oldest duo start.

Minho hooked his thumbs into the younger’s hollows and alternated the sides he would tickle, giggling when it had Hannie flailing left and right like a fish out of water.

“Nohohoho!! Mihihihinhohoho hyuhuhung stoHAHAHAHAP BEHEHEING MEHEHEAN!!” His laughter doubled in volume when Chan joined at his neck, trailing his fingertips before scribbling at the soft skin.

Jeongin observed the scene for a moment, taking in the bright pink of his hyung’s chubby cheeks and the tears now dripping down the sides of his face. His beautiful heart shaped smile stretching his lips as he kicked and squealed helplessly.

Then he went in for the kill. “Tickle, tickle, tickle Hannie hyung~” He taunted, drawing attention to himself and delighting in the way Hannie’s crescent shaped eyes followed his hands with a kind of desperation. “NohoHOHOhoho!! Stahahay awahahay frohom thehehere!!”

He then brought his wiggling fingers to hover just millimeters over the lee’s belly, loving the way Hannie tried to suck in his stomach, only for it to spasm with his laughter.

His skin would brush Innie’s fingers and flinch away only for the maknae to move his hands to another spot and repeat it.

“Ihihihihie youhuhuhu’re ahahan ahahahass!” He whined through his giggles after the maknae switched spots for the third time, teasing him relentlessly. That was when the youngest struck. Not his belly? Then that’s exactly where he would aim.

Just when Han threw his head back in frustration, Innie’s hands found the skin of his belly, using all ten fingers to vibrate into the spot.

“ACK! NOHOHOHOHO GOHOHOHODS IHIHI SAHAID NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!!” He screeched, laughter loud and high pitched. He gasped and squealed and kicked and twisted but there was no escape. He was here, pinned down and he would have to take it.

Han felt like he was losing his mind, the tingly sensations taking over nerve and thought of his and filling his brain with how much everything tickled.

After a minute of non stop tickling, Hannie was like putty in their hands, his limbs like jelly, no strength left in them to even squirm anymore. His laughter began to die down, wheezes punctuating every sound until the trio let him go.

“What a mess you’ve become,” Minho huffed out a laugh at his state— hair and clothes messed up beyond saving and tear tracks lining the sides of his face.

Chan handed him a bottle of water that he gulped down hurriedly and Innie wiped his flushed face carefully. “Youhuhu guhuys are insahane… We should definitely make the rest of them suffer too!” He grinned.

With immediate agreement from the other three as well, that is exactly what they did. But for now, Hannie would be getting his well deserved cuddle time to recover from his own tickle attack.

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the way he flinched when Han grabbed his side🫠

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Lee Hannie~

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hannie giggling like this😵‍💫 little muffled giggles at first before the dam breaks and then it's the loud full blown laughter that Minho just ADORES🫠

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thinking about lee Hannie with lers Minho and Felix after the fanmeet.... Minho making him unzip the top all the way up and have Hannie hold the flaps away as he pinches the delicately sensitive skin over and over while Lix slips his own hands under the top to get to the quokka's ribs...

Poor lee Hannie would be laughing his head off as he holds the flaps of his top away with trembling hands, squealing and begging and swearing that he didn't wear this to intentionally rile up his lers, but of course no one believes him🤭 and lee Minho would just tsk at his 'excuses' switching to vibrating his fingers in until Hannie's giggles turn breathy and desperate and there's tears running down his reddened cheeks.

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thinking about Hannie pinning Minho down after this and nibbling on his belly as he makes the nom nom nom sounds.... 🫠🫠🫠

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Minho tickling Chanlix

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Day 22. Possessed

Lee: Jeongin Ler: Chan Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: it's been a while since i posted a fic hehe (sorry about that)😅 I hope you guys like this🤗💖

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

@reginald-stay09, @jungwon-is-the-one

Chan first discovered it one night, absentmindedly petting FoxI.Ny’s belly as he began drifting off to sleep. Meanwhile, Jeongin was humming in the shower, but his rhythmic tune quickly shifted into shrieky cackles.

And at first, Chan had been concerned, calling out to check on the maknae only to be waved off. Pouting at how Jeongin didn’t care for his affection anymore, he whined to the plush, brushing his fingers over its sides and ribs.

To throw a mini tantrum, he poked at where he assumed the little fox’s navel would be, digging in and wiggling his finger around. He’d do this to Innie too when he catches him later.

“He used to be so cute, all ‘Channie hyung this’ and ‘Channie hyung that’,” he complained, the featherlight brushing of his fingertips turning into harsher pokes to the doll’s torso that eventually morphed into scribbles over the soft material.

And for every stroke of his finger, Chan registered that the maknae’s laughter grew louder and louder until he was stumbling out of the bathroom. A towel was wrapped hastily around his hips, and bubbles of soap lined his broad shoulders.

Jeongin’s wide eyes and flushed cheeks made him look both surprised and completely helpless. His hands were clutching his sides tightly as water dripped on to the floor, forming a puddle at his feet.

His laughs were bordering on hysterical at this point and it was starting to alarm the leader. Their maknae had never acted like this before… and yet the whole scene felt vaguely familiar.

Jeongin’s face was beet red and he was gasping for breath as he flailed and scrambled about, his fingers scratching at his exposed torso as he attempted to get rid of the phantom sensations.

“Stop, stop stahahap!!” He pleaded, seemingly to no one. The leader was just about to rush to the younger’s side when his thumb accidentally prodded the plushie’s belly and Innie squealed loudly, flinching as he tried to cover his tummy too.

Chan paused. “No way…” he murmured, looking from the plush in his hands to the boy sputtering and giggling outside their bathroom.

Chan paused mid-poke, fingers hovering over the little plush as he quickly pieced together what was happening. He stared at the doll in his hands and then at the giggling, scrambling boy on the other side of the room.

“No way… could this actually be…?” he wondered, an impish grin spreading across his face. To test his theory, he gently kneaded FoxI.Ny’s sides, watching with brimming glee as Jeongin shrieked, clutching at his own. “This… is going to be fun.”

Stuffing FoxI.Ny under his pillow, he hopped off the bed and sprinted over to Innie whose knees had given out. Chan gently rubbed his back as the younger wheezed, his hand pressed to his chest.

“Innie, what’s going on?” He asked, doing his best to keep a poker face. He had a pretty good idea what was going on, but he wanted to hear Jeongin admit it.

“I-I’m not sure hyungie. I was taking a shower one moment and then I suddenly felt like I was being tickled all over. It was so scary, I thought it’d never stop.” Innie stammered out, breathing shakily.

He was trembling, arms wrapped around himself protectively and Chan felt like the worst person ever. He hadn’t at all intended to make his baby uncomfortable.

Standing up, he walked over to the bed and grabbed the doll. His abrupt actions puzzled Innie enough to direct his focus to Chan who held up the little doll.

He bit back a laugh, trying to look as nonchalant as possible as an excited buzz filled him.

‘Maybe just one more poke…Just one?’ He thought, his fingers twitching with barely-contained mischief but he decided to hold back. Perhaps it would be even more fun when Jeongin actually knew what was going on.

“That’s…. FoxI.Ny.” The maknae looked confused. Chan smiled a little, scraping his nail softly over the little fox’s tummy and in turn, Jeongin jolted, grabbing at his stomach as he giggled breathlessly.

“Oh.” The maknae looked even more puzzled than before, then as Chan brought a pair of wiggling fingers to hover over the doll, he shrieked. “Hyung, no! Please youhu have nohoho idea how bahad it tihickles,” he implored and Chan relented.

“Okay okay, you finish your night routine and then we can have our fun.” The leader set the doll down gingerly on his pillow and brought his hands up in a surrendering gesture.

“You mean your fun, right? You’ll just be torturing me!” Innie teased with a sparkle in his eyes.

“Hey, don’t even try to pretend like you don’t love it just as much as I do!” Innie poked his tongue out at him and shut the door to the bathroom behind him, leaving Chan to plan just how well he’d wreck his baby soon.

Innie took… much longer than usual to finish up, spending the better part of an hour hiding behind the pretense of completing his hair, skin and nail care. Chan let him, finding the younger’s nervousness endearing to the highest level.

He wondered if the other plushies around their dorm also had the same effect and not wanting to suffer the same fate he was going to inflict on Innie soon, he ventured out to find it.

He found both Wolf Chan and Leebit sitting on their dining table, sandwiched between two mugs as PuppyM stood over them with a fork taped to his hand and an unnerving smile on his face.

Chan giggled at the setup. Of course, Seungmin’s son was reigning supreme, even in their world.

He tucked Wolf Chan safely away in his hoodie, holding the other two in one hand and used his free hand to scribbled at their hips.

It earned him twin shrieks from Lixie’s room and a barrage of squabbling ensued when Minho and Seungmin began accusing everyone around them.

Chan didn’t wait around, zooming into the kitchen where he found Bbok.Ari hugging Dwaekki while Jiniret and Han Quokka guarded over their fruit basket with straws as their weapons of choice.

He gathered them all into his arms, stuffing some of the plushie in his hoodie pocket before making his way back to his room, buzzing with excitement. Every plushie he tucked into his hoodie felt like a new secret weapon.

Just thinking about his baby’s cute giggles and desperate pleas made him want to squeal with joy. He walked in on Jeongin searching the room desperately.

“Looking for this, Innie?” He called, watching with building amusement at the way the maknae flinched, then stilled. “Hyung…. I was just…”

The way he stood made Chan want to laugh. Innie looked so small and adorable, his hair still damp from the shower and the apples of his cheeks beginning to glow with a pink hue.

“You’re not running away from me, Innie~ I can find you with a simple swipe riiiight—ACK!” The moment he brought the plush out, Jeongin lunged, tackling Chan to the floor and stuffed his hands in the older’s armpits.

“Noahahahaha thihihis ihisn’t hohohow thihis wahas suppohosed tohoho gohohoho!!”

Chan gasped, giggles bubbling up as he struggled, arms wrapping tightly around the plushies he currently had on his person. Jeongin’s fingers were ruthless, digging into the centers of his pits— a spot the younger knew well to be Chan’s weak point.

“How’s that feel hyung-ah? Should I keep you giggling so sweetly for meHEHE—AH NOHOHOHO!!” While Jeongin was busy taunting him, the leader had found his doll, focusing all his effort on drilling into FoxI.Ny’s underarms.

The youngest fell back with a screech, kicking his feet and shaking his head as a wide, dimpled smile made its way to his face.

Catching his breath, Chan couldn’t help but grin, his heart swelling at Jeongin’s desperate laughter. Gosh, Innie was just too cute when he was like this

His face always lit up in the most adorable shade of pink, with little splotches of red deepening as the ticklish sensations got to him.

“What’s wrong Innie? You were so smug just a minute ago! Can’t take what you dish out?” Chan teased; eyes gleaming when the effects of his words manifested in the form of Jeongin’s pretty face being shoved into a pillow.

“Youhuhu ahahahre soHOHOHO UNFAHAHAIR CHAHAHANNIE HYUHUHUNG!” He whined, helpless through a stream of uncontrollable cackles.

“Now, be good for me, baby. Let me hear those pretty laughs,” Chan murmured, easing the pillow away with a soft, almost fond smile.

Exposed, the poor boy tried crawling away, twisting and rolling around to escape. However, the attempt only served to amuse the older.

“nahahAHAHAHA, NOHOT THEHEHERE! PLEASE HYUHUHUNG OHOHO MYHY GAHAHAD!!”

Jeongin staggered around, finally collapsing onto the floor in a fit of cackles when Chan aimed for the plushie's hips. He yelped, hands flying down to his own and clawing at the skin.

Somehow even his touch tickled, his raking fingers sending more shockwaves up his spine and frying his brain. It seemed that no matter what he did, he was well and truly at the mercy of their leader.

When twisting and turning didn’t seem to work either, Innie resorted to punching the fluffy carpet near their bed, eyes tearing up and cheeks aching from laughing so much.

“Yah keep it down, you’re gonna wake everyone up,” the oldest chided lightly, giggling at the way Innie struggled to retort but his words were swallowed by another onslaught of laughter.

“Ihihihim tryhyhyhing! Ihihim tryahahahaying!! Hyuhuhung ahahahahahahaha!!” It was even more fun knowing that while Chan knew that the rest were awake, sweet, naive Innie did not.

“Slohohow dohohohown!! Chahannie hyuhuhung pleheHEASE!!” He begged, hands clamping over his face to muffle his sounds but he couldn’t help but be loud with the way Chan’s fingers danced over the plushie’s vulnerable body.

“Okay.” And just like that, Chan let up. Jeongin gasped for breath, shooting a suspicious look over to the older. “That easy?” He asked, eyes narrowed.

“I never said this was over~ Now, how about a deal? I’ll stop if you give me a kiss, right here.” He tapped his cheek, eyes crinkling when Jeongin gagged playfully.

“No? Well then… Oh! I can finally get you to admit it with this!” Chan gasped out suddenly, eyes wide and bright and brimming with mischief.

And with that, the older’s hands were back. Chan resumed lightly, just tracing the tips of his fingers teasingly over FoxI.Ny’s sides and up his arms.

The action had Innie letting out the softest giggles, squirming from where he lay on the floor. “Nohohoho, nohohot agahahahahain!”

“Geez, how are you already laughing baby? I really can’t believe how ticklish you are.” The way Chan said it, completely matter of fact, without any teasing just made it worse. But Innie powered through. It’s not like he had a lot of options here.

The sweet sounds warmed Chan’s heart, his own smile stretching wide as he watched the youngest melt under his touch.

“Ahadmit whahahat?” Innie’s voice was growing more incoherent by the second. “That you actually really love the affection we show you!” Chan looked a little too determined for Innie to think he was bluffing.

“Ihihihi dohoHOHON’T!!” He tried protesting but the oldest wouldn’t hear it.

“Okay be that way then maknae-ah~ I’m not the one who’s gonna be tickled out of his mind.”

The softness didn’t last long, though. The leader walked over to him, and ticking the plushie with one hand he used the other to alternate tickling the same spot or a different spot on Innie's body.

“Ahhh IhihIHI HAHAHAHATE YOUHUHUHU!!” Jeongin giggled frantically, jerking away, when Chan changed spots, as if he could escape the torment.

The overlapping sensations sent the poor boy into hysterics, voice high pitched and rough as he howled with laughter. He fought weakly against Chan, but the older clearly had the upper hand here.

“FUHUHUHUCK HYUHUHUNG YOUHUH’RE KIHIHILLIHING MEHEHEHE!!” He all but wailed, Chan tsking at him to not be so dramatic.

There was no hope of the sweet torture ending and the younger boy started to feel a little light headed and buzzed, eyes dropping with exhaustion and laughter slowly dying down.

Jeongin’s resolve was broken easily. The exhaustion from the day and the older’s ruthless actions chipping away at the remains of his willpower.

“FIHIHINE IHIhi lohove youhuhur affectiohon!” He giggled out with the lasts of his breath, Innie’s laughter going silent soon after.

It was then that Chan stopped, helping him sit up and bringing an uncapped bottle of water to his lips. He drank the cool liquid in a daze, giggles still spilling out as random tingles zoomed over his skin.

He felt hyper aware now of where the leader's hands rested around his waist, flinching at the slightest movement.

Chan laughed at him, assuring him that he would be spared in exchange for a kiss and by now, the maknae was too exhausted to put up any act of disgust.

So, he leaned over and pecked Chan's cheek, huffing out a laugh at the blush that flooded the older's face.

Chan was so adorably transparent with his emotions. He leaned in again and pecked Chan's other cheek just so he could watch their usually bold eldest break down into shy giggles, hiding his face in Jeongin's chest.

“Stooop!” He whined, growing flustered from the younger’s unexpected affection.

And feeling suddenly emboldened by Chan’s reactions, Jeongin cupped his face, littering kisses on every inch of skin he could reach.

Then he sat back, still holding Chan's face up to look at him as his skin grew hotter under Innie's hands and redder under his amused gaze.

"You're so cute hyung." He told him, sending a scribble to his side as he got up and brushed himself off before climbing in bed—specifically in Chan's bed.

That night, he cuddled the oldest for a change, which allowed him gleeful little perks like leaning over to whisper to Chan every way he'd tickle him, all the different techniques he'd use on each of the leader's worst spots once he had Wolf Chan in his hands. He tapped over the spots for emphasis, thoroughly enjoying how each touch made the older jerk in his hold.

"I won't let you escape hyung-ah. I'm going to wring out all your squeakiest laughs and I'm going to record it. And what if I even get you to snort?”

Chan squeaked, trying to cover his ear but Jeongin wrapped his arms around him, pinning Chan’s own to his sides and rendering them useless.

"There's no escape hyungie~" He cooed in the older's ear. For once, he had hyung right where he wanted him, and he wasn’t going to let the opportunity slip.

“Maybe Hannie hyung or Binnie hyung would use it in our next song~ Just imagine it, your cute little squeals for STAY to hear! They’d love it so much!" He mused softly, smirking when Chan's ears burned and the older squirmed in his hold, breath hitching and stuttering at his words.

"What's the matter, hyung? If just hearing about it makes you this flustered, I can't wait for the real thing." He teased. Jeongin knew it was mean, he also knew how much Chan liked being teased despite how shy he got.

He gently petted the older’s hair, helping him calm down from the embarrassment. Chan eventually gave him the little plush, smoothening his hands over its ruffled fur one last time before Jeongin snatched it away.

Then the older turned and pulled him into a hug; the kind that seemed to last for ages and take away every last bit of your strength. The kind that makes your worries and fears and insecurities fade feel not as heavy anymore.

He nestled his face into Chan’s shoulder, letting himself relax completely and enjoying the warmth radiating from Chan’s embrace.

Chan didn’t speak, didn’t say anything and he appreciated that. It made him feel cherished in a way he hadn’t quite expected.

It’s was nice, he thought, how Chan could make him feel so safe just by being close. Playfulness aside, there was something grounding about being held like this, something that made him feel… protected.

Chan’s hugs were like his own quiet version of healing, an unspoken promise of comfort that Jeongin had come to depend on more than he’d ever admit.

Feeling a swell of gratitude, Jeongin gave Chan’s arm a gentle squeeze, letting his eyes drift shut as he whispered, “Thanks, hyung. I mean it.”

The next morning, a lot of things seemed suddenly much more exciting. Rested and ready, the duo now had a secret weapon against everyone else in the band.

The two plotting against Minho this way. The next day, Chan tackled Minho during one of their breaks between dance practices, hands immediately going to the younger's ribs and vibrating into the crevices.

As he did, he glanced up, making eye contact with Jeongin, twin smirks appearing before Innie pulled out Leebit and began tickling roughly over its belly.

The maknaes fingers were quick, flitting about, one hand easily becoming two as Minho gasped, his hands shooting down to his belly from where they'd been grappling with Chan's.

“Get ohohohoff!! Youhuhuhuhu’re heheavyhy and groHOHOSS!!” He squealed, back arching and head thrown back as he struggled. Minho's attempts to hold his frown were truly admirable, but ultimately useless.

He couldn't see who was tickling his stomach, feeling pretty sure that both of Chan's hands were busy at his ribs. Not knowing his other attacker only made Minho feel more sensitive.

“Fuhuhuhuhck CHAHAHAHANNIE HYUHUHUNG PLEHEHEASE!!” He begged, helplessly struggling to escape.

But he wasn't allowed the luxury of having anything more than surface level thoughts when another pair of hands began squeezing his thighs and curling under his knees. Insults and retorts rose and died at the tip of his tongue.

And no matter how hard Minho kicked out, the movements didn't so much as pause, sending him spiraling into a giggly demise. How tragic.

This was what teamwork looked like—or at least, what their teamwork looked like. Perfectly in sync, with Chan’s hands scribbling over Minho’s hips and Jeongin’s own squeezing and poking his sides.

Together, the two reduced poor, ticklish Minho to a mess of laughter. His clothes and hair ruffled beyond help and neck and ears painted a beautiful shade of crimson.

They didn’t let up on their victim until the 15-minute break was over, Minho looking like he’d run a marathon as he lay limp on the floor.

“I’ll get you back Chan-ah!” The kitten vowed from his spot, “both you and your sneaky little helper!” But his flushed cheeks and teary eyes dampened the weight of his threat.

Chan and Jeongin shared a look, grinning smugly to themselves. There was still much, much more fun to be had and mischief to be dealt before they gave away their little secret.

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hi💓 i saw that you wanted a scenario. maybe a challenge, or a competition, with lee skz ler skz, the one who can hold on the longest while being tickled, will win. like BTS did in this video👇🏻 https://youtu.be/IWD-9hUnLAI?si=KQoDCVywyIagiu9R

i hope you like it🎀

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Lees: Skz Lers: Skz Word Count: 5.3k

A/N: Hii~ Thank you for the request and I'm so sorry it took this long 😖 I honestly have no idea how I ended up writing so much 😅 I hope you guys like it! (hope it's not too long🥺)

Skz were filming a special episode, a little gift for Stays on their birthday. The staff had proposed a challenge of composure, where each member would go through a series of different challenges to see who in Skz had the best composure.

It seemed like an easy win for elegant Felix or Chan at first…but the chick didn’t feel as certain when the first game was announced.

“Each player will take a sip of water and try to hold it for as long as they can while the other members tickle them. You can only use the tools you’ve been given and be creative. Everyone will get 1 chance each. Good luck!” The staff giggled as they announced the final rule: “Only 4 members can tickle the player at a time to keep it fair.”

Everyone got flustered at that. Were they all so ticklish that only four were allowed? The rosy tints on the member’s faces only made the staff laugh harder at them. They played a round of rock, paper, scissors to decide the order.

Chan:

Chan giggled at the excited faces of his kids. Minho and Han were cracking their knuckles in a cute attempt at intimidation.

Seungmin drew a line across his neck as he looked at the leader with unfiltered glee. And oh boy, Chan was so in for it.

He sat down, suddenly acutely aware of every inch of skin that was exposed from the outfit he was given.

“Jacket off, hyung!” The kids called as Chan took a seat in the center. He already felt vulnerable, like he was surrounded by a pack of hungry hyenas.

Chan slowly took his jacket off, stalling as much as he could. That wasn’t such a smart idea though, as the kids only grew more feral the longer he took.

A sneaky hand wiggled down the cut in the back of his shirt and Chan squealed, jumping out of the chair with a shiver.

“Yah that’s cheating!” He spun around to face a giggly Minho who hopped away when Chan reached for his sides. “Just wait till it’s your turn you little menace.”

“You’re not exactly in a position to threaten me right now hyung,” Minho waggled his eyebrows at him, fingers wiggling in his direction.

Channie blushed, trying to keep still when he could swear that those stupid motions set his nerves on fire.

As soon as Chan had taken his sip of water, the kids dived in. A second later the timer started. Felix, Minho, Changbin and Hyunjin were chosen to tickle him and boy oh boy was it bad.

So what the staff had failed to specify was if the other three could help and Seungmin being the smarty pants he was, urged Han and Jeongin to each grab one of the leader’s arms and hold them away.

Chan almost spat his water when his arms were ripped away from where they were glued to his sides. Staring wide eyed at a smirking Seungmin for only a moment before the tickles overtook his body.

The four tickling him cheered at the newly exposed spots and fingers quickly wiggled into Channie’s most sensitive spots.

Minho went straight for his armpits hollering, “One shot one kill,” as he dug into the center with his thumbs, vibrating the fingers in.

Poor Chan squeezed his eyes shut, his back arching off the chair as muffled laughter escaped his throat.

Then Hyunjin and Changbin went for his sides, pressing their fingers in through the tattered edges of his crop top.

And just to add the cherry on top, Felix grabbed at his thighs, squeezing the solid flesh in a way that just shouldn’t feel so damn ticklish.

Channie’s breath hitched in his throat, his lips curling as he tried to hold back. But when Changbin leaned down to blow a raspberry, he gave in, squirting the water straight in poor Lixie’s face.

The chick squawked in surprise, scrambling away, sputtering and begging for a tissue. Chan giggled, both at the younger’s adorable reaction and Minho’s hand that still hadn’t left his pits.

He pushed them away, this time successfully managing to land a poke at the kitten’s side.

“46 seconds….” The staff announced, looking amazed. Chan himself was stunned that he’d lasted that long. He passed on round two when Minho tried to sit him back on the chair.

“Seungmin’s next!!” The puppy shifted his weight nervously, putting on a brave face when Han and Jeongin brought their faces close, looking cocky af. “Are you ready? Are you Seungminie?”

Seungmin:

“Time for revenge puppy.” Chan called, eyes glinting with an excitement that had Seungmin gulping nervously, trying to muster his bravado. He planned to spit the water out the moment the timer started. “Whatever old man.”

“Oh you are SO getting it for that.” Chan fake glared at him, imitating Seungmin by drawing a line across his throat. The puppy just poked his tongue out mockingly at him.

“We’re gonna absolutely wreck you pup. Aren’t you excited?” Minho taunted, a challenging expression on his face that Seungmin met head on.

“Do your worst, grandpa.” He retorted, but the slight quiver in his voice betrayed his nerves. Minho levelled him with a death glare that Seungmin couldn’t help but grin at despite the looming consequences.

“You have to last at least 10 seconds, or you’ll have to go a second time for a minute with everyone.” The staff couldn’t have announced this at a worse time.

Seungmin stared blanky at them for a moment before his attention snapped back to the blatantly over excited faces of his hyungs and maknae.

Maybe it wasn’t his finest idea to taunt and tease them earlier. “W-wait, hyungs, Innie! I’m sohorry— please go easy on me?”

He gave them his best puppy eyes just to be met with scoffs and smirks. Felix pushed him into the chair, presenting the cup of water with impatient eyes.

“We’ll go soooo easy on you Seungminie, don’t you worry about a thing~” Han crooned from somewhere behind him, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Sighing, Minnie took a slow sip of water, accepting his fate.

“Get ready to laugh for us babyy~” As expected Chan, Han, Felix and Minho volunteered to tickle him, while Binnie and Innie caught his hands and held them away.

When the timer started, Han went straight for Seungmin’s stomach, determined to make the younger lose. Chan and Felix went for his sides and Minho clasped his hands over the puppy’s thighs, just above his knees and squeezed.

Seungmin made a strangely warbled noise, throwing his head back and clenching his eyes shut.

But that only exposed another weak spot to Chan, who scribbled eagerly at the sides of his neck, laughing when the puppy hurried to scrunch his shoulders.

Hyunjin and Felix cackled at the pup’s predicament, loving how his eyes glared even as his body writhed from the hands toying with his worst spots.

“What’s wrong Minnie? Why aren’t you laughing for us pup? Are we not tickling you enough?” Oh, Han was evil, taunting Seungmin, who for once couldn’t say anything back.

The quokka squeezed Minnie’s side with one hand, using the other to simultaneously wiggle a finger in his navel.

Seungmin gave up immediately, spraying a targeted stream of water at Minho who gasped and froze in shock at his spot near the pup’s thighs.

Seungmin was busy laughing his head off, almost toppling off his chair at the force of his laughter.

Then rough hands were dragging him to the floor and he found a furious Minho looming over him.

He could barely get a word out to plead his case when a finger was pressed right back into his navel and a thumb dug into his upper ribs.

Seungmin howled with laughter, two of his worst spots being exploited at the same time. “Are you having fun now pup? I’m certainly enjoying this.”

“STAHA-STAHAHAP!! MINHO HYUNG PLEAHEHEASE,” but nothing he said could save him from the older’s wrath.

The others watched fondly at the pair as Minho wrecked the puppy with a straight face and twinkling boba eyes.

Seungmin squirmed and kicked his feet and screamed when Minho bent down to press a raspberry on his lower stomach, bucking up with a hysterical shriek just to come crashing back down again.

“SOHO—SOHOHORRY, I’M SORRY!! HYUNG PLEHEHEASE!” But Minho’s hands on him remained merciless.

Finally, the leader took pity on the ticklish pup and pulled Minho off him. Seungmin panted loudly, lying star fished on the floor until his breathing evened out, tears slipping down the sides of his face.

He vaguely heard the staff calling out ‘17 seconds’ and smiled in relief. He didn’t think he could take a round two after how hard he’d just been wrecked.

Hyunjin felt a chill run down his spine when their collective attention slowly diverted to their new target. This game seemed like it was designed to make him suffer.

Hyunjin:

It was going to be so easy. All it ever took were a few well-placed fingers to get the ferret to surrender. With how ticklish Hyunjin was, this was hardly a fair game.

“You got me real good didn’t you Jinnie?” Chan’s voice promised nothing good.

“Cha-Channie hyung, it’s just a game, there’s no need for revenge…” The leader smiled devilishly at that.

“Yes Jinnie, it’s all in good. fun.” The menacing tone underlying those words pretty much sealed his fate.

Felix, Seungmin, Chan and Changbin stepped forward and Hyunjin shuddered.

The timer sounded and with it began his torture. “Hold him still Innie, Hannie. I got an idea.”

Chan whispered something in Changbin’s ear and with a smirk, the dwaekki hopped over to close his hands over Hyunjin’s eyes.

Great, now he would have to deal with everything feeling ten times worse. That was just what he needed.

He was so caught up in his head when a sudden scratchy sensation began at his ribs that he very nearly shrieked.

It took everything he had to keep his lips sealed when the strange sensation only grew more insistent and started to tickle him insanely bad.

Chan wielded the backscratchers with practiced ease, digging it lightly into Jinnie’s ribs while Felix scribbled lightly at his sides. Seungmin brushed his fingers along Hyunjin’s neck and Changbin blew in his ears.

“Guys aim for his worst spots, let’s make him lose!” Seungmin chirped from the audience. “Yeah then we can all get him back in round 2!!” Han finished excitedly.

Hyunjin tried to wrench himself free from the offending touches but the hands restraining him held fast. He could barely even move around in his chair, let alone anywhere out of it.

Hyunjin wanted to hide his face. He knew he looked funny with the pained expression he probably had on, so he tugged furiously at his arms…but it didn't so much as budge.

He let out a high pitched whine, his body contorting into the strangest positions, almost making it look like he was possessed.

That earned hysterical laughter from Felix and Han, who almost let go of Hyunjin’s arm. As expected, the sensitive ferret couldn’t take much.

When one final pair grabbed at his thighs, Hyunjin gave in, spewing the water out in a warm, albeit gross stream…..straight at Chan.

The leader scrambled away with a screech as everyone laughed after him.

“Oooh 8 seconds Jinnie. So close….well you know what this means hm?” Minho’s teasing voice sent shivers down his spine. Why couldn’t he have held on for 2 more seconds?!

The poor ferret couldn’t even process what he heard, too dazed from trying to hold back his laughter even when it had tickled so bad.

Unfortunately for him, everyone else heard the announcement loud and clear. 8 seconds. So close and yet so far away. He looked pleadingly at the rest.

“It’s just two seconds! You don’t have to do this…” He tried to talk his way out of it, changing tactics when no one seemed to buy it.

“This isn’t fair! You guys cheated. You went for a death spot, what was I supposed to do?!” Hyunjin complained, a bratty tone to his voice.

“Aww, it's not our fault you’re so ticklish. Every spot is a death spot for you~” Felix teased, confirming with the staff that Hyunjin wouldn’t need to use water for this round.

The artist was promptly pulled to the floor by Seungmin, blabbing on and on about how hard he was going to wreck him.

Nervous giggles bubbled up in Hyunjin’s throat but there was no running from them. Innie’s eyes glinted with malice as he watched the older get pinned down.

“Wait! Wait! I didn’t have enough time to prepare!”

“Nuh uh, no waiting.” Minho cut off his weak protests and the seven took their places around Hyunjin, Minho sitting on his hands, Lix straddling his hips and Han sitting on his calves.

Hyunjin couldn’t move a single limb as the quokka slipped his shoes off and Lix pushed his shirt up all the way to his chest, leaving his tummy and sides gloriously bare and just waiting to be tormented.

“Pl-please be nice,” the ferret begged as a last resort, flinching when a single finger swiped up the length of his socked sole.

The moment those awful, mean hands reached his stomach, Hyunjin bucked up, his own hands trying to move to protect the weak spot but Minho’s weight held them tight.

Giggles and laughter bubbled up in his chest, the artist’s face turning pink at the relentless sensation. It was a somewhat new spot for him.

Despite being in plain sight, he wasn’t tickled there as often but it already seemed like it was going to be one of his bad spots.

“Ahahahaha, Lihixie nohoho…” He giggled cutely up at the ball of sunshine.

His attention was diverted when Hannie began scribbling up and down his feet, randomly digging in to hear the ferret squeal loudly.

“Ahah! HANNIE FAHAHAHA- NOT THERE!! PLEHEHEASE I CAHAN’T TAKE IT GODS! ” The poor artist sounded so winded, overcome by a fit of laughter as his worst spot was exploited freely.

Then Seungmin, Felix and Chan aimed at his torso, their hands all varying in technique and roughness, making Hyunjin feel light headed.

Binnie and Lix each grabbed at his thighs, squeezing and scribbling the life out of them and the artist screamed.

“NAHAHAHAHA, nohohot there! I gihive, I give!” he shrieked, desperately writhing in their grasp.

Hysterical cackles and shrieks were the only sound Hyunjin seemed able to produce in his place, somehow managing to make it to the 1 minute mark without dying.

Although in all honesty he knew that everyone had switched to softer tickles midway, not wanting to overwhelm him.

Hyunjin felt like a mess when they let him go. He was pretty certain he looked the part too, with his clothes ruffled beyond help and hair tousled crazily.

But he knew the undeniable smile and tears of mirth streaking his face would be something Stay would like so he let it go.

Han:

“Your turn Hannie~ Get ready for death!” Felix declared with a clap, leading the jittery quokka to the dreaded chair.

Of course. He had helped in wrecking everyone else before him. Karma really was a bitch. He broke free from Lix, only to be cornered by the maknae who reached over to grab at his side.

“Ah NO! You cahahan’t do thihis to mee!!” He protested feebly, trying to back away from Jeongin.

A strong arm around his waist, however, sat him easily back on the chair.

When had their little baby bread gotten so strong? The cup of water was thrust in his face and Hannie shakily took a sip.

This time Jeongin was going to keep Hannie’s hands occupied while 2racha and Seungmin stepped up, armed with feathers and 3 backscratchers.

“We’re gonna wreck you Hannie~” Chan teased, his characteristic dimpled smile blooming on his face when Han giggled sweetly up at him. He pretended to melt off the chair, dramatically reaching a hand out to an amused Minho.

But for all his enthusiastic demeanor, all he got was a soft caress over his sides. It still tickled but it wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy the mood he’d gotten just from watching Channie, Seungminie and Jinnie get tickled.

He whined, sounding distressed and Minho couldn’t help but pinch his cheeks. “Fine fine, we’ll do it for real this time.”

His words heralded chaos. Hands flitted everywhere that Hannie could imagine and it took everything in him to not burst out laughing that instant.

He didn’t want this to end just when it had gotten good! So he sat there squirming, with Innie holding his arms over and behind his head.

Hands attached to Han’s sides, another pair coming up to dig into the hollows of his armpits and Han shot up in his chair. He twisted and squirmed fruitlessly in Innie’s grip but there was no escape.

Muffled giggles flowed like a melody from his closed lips and Hannie’s cheeks puffed up, making him look more like a squirrel than ever.

The two eldest couldn’t help but coo at the adorable sight, even while Han was fighting for his life on that chair.

Then the fingers were replaced with the feathers and backscratchers, Binnie twirling and flicking at his sensitive neck and ears and cheeks, cackling away when Hannie let out frantic but subdued laughter.

Minho and Chan scraped at his thighs, sides, tummy and ribs with the tools. Basically any place they could reach at, switching between spots so fast, the poor lee malfunctioned.

His thighs were a death spot and the fact that his skin tight jeans allowed for the tools to glide easily all over the ticklish flesh only amplified the sensation that much more.

Minho leaned forwards, his breath ghosting over the quokka’s ear, making him shiver with how even that felt unbearable. “C’mon, you can last 30 seconds right Han-ah?” Lino asked hopefully.

But all the ace could do was shake his head and chant “I can’t, I can’t’ over and over in his mind, hoping that the words he couldn’t speak would somehow be conveyed to them.

So he did the next best thing, twisting away, muffled protests and pleas falling from his lips until Minho’s voice had him pausing every thought.

“I’ll tickle you so well when we get back if you get to 30 seconds,” he promised, pulling away to grin at the flustered baby. Hannie huffed through his nose but nodded slightly.

He didn’t know how he managed it but Hannie squirmed and thrashed and giggled his way through half a minute of this relentless torment.

But eventually, a sudden attack on his waist made him spray the water out. “Good boy.”

The kitten patted his head and rubbed his back as he heaved for breath, folded over the chair while his brain kept replaying the dizzying series of events that had just taken place.

He was going to get wrecked later…. Minho was going to tickle him to his heart’s content, and as much as Hannie wanted and in any way he wanted.

It was safe to say that Han.exe stopped working for a couple minutes till his brain processed that information.

And then the brightest of smiles lightened up his face, lips curving into the beautiful heart shape the members simply adored.

Next in line was a certain tsundere kitten, who glared pointedly at Hyunjin, daring him to so much as take a step in his direction.

Chan swatted at him for that, plopping him down on the chair and scolding him playfully to get ready. Minho was determined ot not give them the satisfaction of seeing him so much as cracking a smile.

Minho:

The moment the time started, the Aussie duo and Han lunged for him. With Binnie and Innie holding his arms away, Minho felt helpless.

Channie’s fingers danced all over his upper body and thighs, squeezing, scribbling, kneading and jabbing at random spots to have poor Lino squirming and kicking in his seat. His resolve crumbled almost immediately; tickles were his Achilles heel. The one thing he couldn’t stand.

“So cute~” Chan cooed, watching with growing amusement at how flustered the younger was.

He almost toppled over from all his thrashing, little squeaks and whines escaping, much to his horror.

Minho was mortally embarrassed.

All his frantic thrashing was being recorded. He just knew they weren’t going to let him live this down.

“So shy aren’t you little baby? You try to act so nonchalant, but you’re just a soft, ticklish little kitten, aren’t you?” Chan’s relentless teases had Minho’s brain short circuiting.

Even innocent Hannie and Minnie were affected, blushing red, even as their fingers still continued to run all over the older’s sensitive torso.

Chan laughed, delighted by the reaction he got. “Guys aim for his sides; he can’t take it there!”

The announcement had poor Lino is shambles. His shirt and hair were a mess and tears welled up at the corners of his squinted eyes.

More and more hands joined in at his waist, sides and tummy. Han pinched gently at his waist while Felix clawed at his belly.

At this point Minho wasn’t sure he could tell up from down, trying his best to keep in his desperate laughter. His ears shone crimson, little whimpers and held back giggles escaping now and then.

That was when Felix whipped out a backscratcher, teasingly waving it in the older’s face before moving it down and dragging it all over Minho’s thighs.

If he didn’t want to win this stupid competition, Minho knew he’d be screaming and begging now.

His thighs were a death spot and the fact that his skin tight jeans allowed for it to basically glide easily all over the ticklish flesh only amplified the sensation that much more.

For everything he handed out, Minho simply couldn’t take it.

Counting down to ten in his head, his mind just barely holding onto the numbers, he loudly gulped down the water.

Laughter rang throughout the room until he reigned in his reactions enough to yelp out a giggly, “STAHAHAP!!”

The hands lingered for a few more seconds before lifting off his now hypersensitive body, Chan offering him some water that he grudgingly accepted.

There was a smug murmur of how he couldn’t take what he dished out, Minho blushing furiously as he glared at Han, the squirrel withering away with a giggly apology.

“30 seconds!” The staff called and Minho wasn’t certain if that was right, it had felt like an eternity. He had no idea how he’d lasted so long without laughing.

Innie was next. The cute maknae, inched away from everyone until he was dragged back to the torture chair by a laughing Felix.

“Hyunjin and I will go! He’s too ticklish to handle four of us anyway.” Seungmin snickered at the red faced maknae, who threw him a dirty look for that last remark. Oh no. These two were merciless lers….. And so, it began.

Jeongin:

“Aww, always so ticklish, aren’t you little one? Does this tickle? How about here? It’s really too bad you’re going to have to take this hmm?”

Seungmin’s gloved hands were at his sides, drilling into the toned muscles with precise, torturous presses, making Innie buck up in his seat. The teases felt way worse than the tickling itself.

Jeongin really wanted the ground to swallow his whole right now. He just knew his face was so red right now.

However, he had little time to linger on his embarrassment when Hyunjin’s nails dragged over the taut skin of his collarbones, skittering left and right then up and down.

Innie threw his head back, shoes skidding and squeaking on the white floor, leaving dark marks all over. But he couldn’t care less about that.

Seungmin’s hands snuck under his shirt, running along his bare ribs and sides, lazily tracing the spots as if he had all the time in the world.

Oh that little demon puppy knew exactly how to get him. Innie shook his head, eyes shut tight as he tried his best to hold on just a little longer.

The moment he counted down from 10, Innie spewed the water all over a flabbergasted pup who pressed his fingers in in revenge, vibrating them to hear Jeongin howl with laughter.

Innie just barely managed to push him away with his weakened arms, dashing away and slumping in Hyunjin’s hold.

The older was more than happy to cuddle him. “12 seconds!” Innie sighed in relief, he’d just barely passed.

Changbin, cleared his throat loudly, eyes flitting about nervously when everyone turned to him. “Actually…I think I left the stove on. I’ll be right back!”

He tried to make a dash for the door but Chan and Innie were quicker, tackling the squirming rapper to the floor and tickling him to bits there.

“You thought you’d get away that easily after wrecking us all? Nuh uh hyung.”

Binnie squealed and pleaded, wriggling around on the floor when Chan held him down and Innie squeezed at his sides.

They let him go when the staff gestured at them, laughing at their antics.

Changbin:

Changbin sat down with a smile he didn’t care to suppress, taking a sip of water slowly at Hyunjin’s knowing look. Han and Chan volunteered to keep his arms away.

Hyunjin, Chan, Felix and Minho eagerly claimed their spots, circling Binnie like sharks. Then the timer started.

Felix targeted Binnie’s ribs with relentless pokes, Minho focusing on light, teasing strokes under his arms.

Chan and Hyunjin alternated between squeezing his knees and scribbling on his neck, leaving the poor rapper in stitches. He felt so helpless and exposed like this, with Innie and Han holding his weakened arms away.

“Is this bad Binnie? Oh, are you trying to say something?” Chan called in a sing song voice, fingers tracing all over his sensitive neck and broad shoulders.

“What! You can’t take this? That’s really too bad, isn’t it?” Hyunjin mocked from his spot at Binnie’s legs. They were ruthless.

Even the ones on the sidelines, were throwing teases and taunts his way. Felix’s fingers hovered over his torso, quickly moving over spots but not touching him yet.

And just when Changbin had thought he’d be able to handle this much… Minho and Hyunjin grabbed feathers and paintbrushes.

The artist skillfully ran the paintbrush over his upper ribs, twisting and curling the soft hair around the ridges and crevices of Binnie’s bulky body. Binnie squeaked, a cute sound that had everyone cooing at him.

He was about to explode from the sensations when Minho sunk his fingers into the pudge of his tummy.

He shut his eyes tight, shaking his head side to side but nothing he did seemed to alleviate the tingles running up his spine.

And then Felix started with the feathers, tracing them over his neck and setting every nerve it went over, tingling like a live wire.

Binnie’s body lurched to the side, away from them, his arm wrenching free from Han’s grip and clamping tightly to his side.

Giggly words sounded vaguely from his vocal cords but no matter which way he turned, the feathers and paintbrushes followed him.

And just to make it worse, Hyunjin added his fingers to the mix, digging and clawing at his sides.

The rapper gave in, spurting water everywhere as he hopped out of his seat and ran a safe distance away from the duo, folding over and rubbing at his hyper charged skin.

Residual giggles bubbled from his lips and Felix couldn’t resist sneaking behind the dwaekki and stuffing his hands up Binnie’s pits.

Changbin yelped out a laugh, once again hopping away from the smug Aussie. ”Hyung’s just like a bunny~ Aren’t you hyungie?” He teased fondly.

His timing came upto 15 seconds and Binnie’s face felt like it was on fire when everyone started to taunt him for it.

And for the final contestant… Felix couldn’t deny that anxiety had been simmering in his belly.

Felix:

“You really had a lot of fun with us…..didn’t you Lix?” Hyunjin scribbled his nails under the chick’s chin, watching adoringly when it made the younger smile brightly.

“You guys liked it~” He teased lightly, yelping when that earned him a jab to the side from a flustered Changbin.

“Aww feeling shy hyungie? You looked so cute when you were squirming around earlier. Hannie too, being all squeaky and adorable. You wanted more didn’t you, ticklish baby?”

His deep voice and the teasing lilt to it were a deadly combination. Binnie and Hannie didn’t stand a chance, the tips of their ears bleeding crimson.

“Drink.” Seungmin ordered stiffly, shoving the water in Lixie’s face before he could get everyone else. “You’re so cute puppy. Don’t worry, stays know allll about your little ‘secret’,” he taunted, laughing when Seungmin sputtered at his words.

Having had his fun, Lix took a big sip of the water, leaning back and holding his arms out without a care in the world. He knew he’d get the tickles he’d been craving all day.

Being the last had really riled up his lee mood and now he was willing to do and say just about anything if it got him the ‘punishment’ he wanted.

And with his comments earlier, he’d left quite a few of them raring to get their revenge.

The timer beeped, signaling Han, Changbin, Seungmin and Hyunjin to lunge at the chick. Han’s fingers alternated between feather-light grazes on Lixie’s sides and firm digs into his ribs.

“Still feeling brave Lix?” Felix’s initial enthusiasm vanished as fingers danced over his ribs and sides.

Hyunjin’s light touches contrasted with Seungmin’s firmer squeezes, the fusion leaving the little Aussie squealing through his zipped mouth.

Felix’s reactions were quite entertaining, the little chick trying to twist away, tugging wildly at his arms but they stayed firm, stretched up over his head and held together by one of Channie’s hands.

Lix shivered when his shirt was pulled up, giggling sweetly when Binnie ran a single finger up the curve of his spine.

Calloused fingers began skittering all over his back, digging in once they found his shoulder blades.

The chick let out a muffled scream, jerking forwards. He hadn’t expected it to tickle so much but that reaction only got Channie to pull him back by his wrists…right back into Changbin’s waiting fingers.

Felix kicked his feet, that being the only way he could relieve the tingly sensations taking over his body and threw his head back into Chan’s chest as giggles formed in his throat.

Then Seungmin lifted a hand to his torso, fingers drawing a tickly path from Lixie’s sides to his abs, then up to his ribs and right into his hollows.

A second pair of hands joined in, this time slipping under the bunched up fabric at the front and a finger circled the rim of his navel.

Lixie’s eyes snapped frantically to a smirking Hyunjin. “You seem to be enjoying this way more than any of us Lix. Got anything to say for yourself?”

Hyunjin dipped his finger in, giggling when Lix jolted in place, swirling around in his belly button as the little Aussie shook his head, giving him his best puppy eyes.

More fingers dipped into the ticklish skin of his lower ribs, and Felix couldn’t hold back as water dribbled down his chin in little rivulets, pulling with it an embarrassed squeak.

His laughter was set free. Happy, bubbly squeals of joy filled the space and the hands didn’t stop, even though the timer had.

They slowed to a stop when Chan noticed how blissed out yet tired his baby looked. Hyunjin helped him to his feet, catching the chick when his jelly legs almost gave out.

Round one concluded, Chan leading with a wide margin. They had to shift their schedules to later, everyone too exhausted to jump into the next part.

Luckily for them, their manager had already predicted as much, leading the sleepy kids back to the waiting room for some much needed rest.

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Chan’s whiny voice pierced the peaceful hum of the room. “Seungminieee~” he drawled, attempting to drape himself over the younger. Seungmin, who was lounging comfortably on Changbin, shoved him away with an exasperated grunt.

“Ugh, get off, old man. You’re gross,” Seungmin snapped, turning back to massage Changbin’s shoulders as if Chan didn’t exist. Chan’s pout only deepened.

It seemed that no matter how hard Chan tried to vie for the pup’s interest, Seungmin didn’t deem him worthy of it. With a dramatic sigh, Chan turned his sights on Minho instead.

Instead, Minho met the older’s antics with a trademark look of disdain, though the subtle way he leaned into Chan’s warmth gave him away every time.

It brought a smile to Channie’s face as his mind whirled with ideas to get even a sliver of Seungmin’s highly coveted attention.

And among the hundreds of ideas that he managed to cook up, one stood out to him, capturing the spotlight as he imagined how Seungmin would simply not be able to resist engaging with the leader.

With a solid plan of action in mind, he gently shook Lino a little, planting a kiss to his nape and flitting away before the kitten could smack him. Only Hannie and Lix were allowed such a privilege.

“Hey puppy~” Chan called coyly, eyes squinting in a wide smirk. Seungmin barely glanced up, rolling his eyes before turning his full attention back to the headlock he’d provoked from Changbin. His lips curled into a smug grin, enjoying the warmth of Binnie’s hold.

The younger closed his eyes, melting into Binnie’s thick arms as his air was cut off. The younger’s contented sigh was short-lived, however, as a sudden skittering of fingers danced up his side.

He caught the offensive hands, eyes snapping open to glare at the gleeful leader who stood before him.

“Hyung!” He whined, annoyed that his blissful moment of being slowly choked between was so rudely stolen from him.

“What’s the matter baby? Can’t ignore me now, can you?” The oldest teased, hands slipping easily out of Minnie’s loose grip to aim for him belly next.

Seungmin squealed, his legs kicking out haphazardly. He struggled to free himself from their muscle bunny, all while fending off an overexcited Chan. Binnie held on, a small smile tugging at his lips as he watched the little scuffle from his spot under Channie’s lee.

“Stahahap ihit youhuhu ahahasshole!!” He yelped, twisting away but he couldn’t get too far with Binnie’s hold around his neck. “Ooh aren’t you brave today!” Felix whistled as he walked past them, grinning at Seungmin’s watery glare.

The younger felt completely helpless, no matter how much he bucked and thrashed, the older member’s grips on him held firm.

His were proving to be quite futile as the moment he covered up one spot, Chan’s hands quickly targeted another in a never-ending cycle of ‘forced’ tickles.

“Nohohoho ihihit’s sohoho baHAHA—” Seungmin’s protest dissolved into frantic laughter as Chan’s fingers found another sensitive spot.

“Aww look at you squirming away again! You’re the tickliest little puppy on the planet aren’t you Seungminie? Does this tickle tickle tickle baby?” Chan cooed, his baby voice only making everything feel more flustering.

“Thahahahat’s nohot eheHEHVEn thehe rihihight wohohord! Ihiht’s—” Seungmin cut himself off in sheer embarrassment, laughter bubbling from his lips when Chan continued.

“It’s not what hm? Go on, our smart pup knows the right word, don’t you? So why don’t you teach your hyung?” Chan taunted, a giddy feeling blooming in his chest when his words had Seungmin flushing red.

“Fuhuhuhuck ohoff!! Juhust LEHEHET MEHEHE GOHOHOHO-AHH!” A small scream escaped the younger when Chan’s fingers found his armpits, thumbs digging into the center of his sensitive hollows—slow and deliberate.

The puppy felt jittery, one hand slapping pleadingly at Changbin’s vice like grip and the other hand struggling valiantly to push of Chan’s much stronger ones. It was a losing battle they were all well aware of.

Still, it was always entertaining to watch sweet composed Kim Seungmin squealing and blushing and thrashing under two well aimed fingers. Even his laughter sounded frantic and hysterical.

“Shihihihit hyuhuhung plehehease Ihihi cahahan’t anyhyhymohore!” The poor puppy cackled out, little tears dripping down the sides of his face as his blush spread down his neck.

It was an adorable sight to see, Channie’s heart thumping loudly in his chest, beating a rhythm of joy. He got what he wanted at long last. And being able to hear Seungmin’s normally quiet giggles ring loud and melodious only made it that much better.

And a part of him didn’t want this to stop. Binnie shook his head at the two, noticing the way Seungmin’s laughter cooled down in intensity. More gasps than giggles.

“You two are ridiculous,” Changbin sighed, releasing Seungmin, who collapsed onto the floor in a breathless heap. Chan crouched beside him, ruffling his sweat-damp hair with a triumphant grin. They really did act like toddlers sometimes.

“Got your attention now, don’t I?” Chan teased. Seungmin swatted weakly at his hand, but the corner of his mouth twitched in barely concealed amusement. Chan’s grin only widened, his victory sealed.

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another lee Hyune moment from the live🥰

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Styling~

Lee: Felix, Reader Ler: Reader, Felix Word Count: 1k

A/N: my first fic with bff reader😋i hope you like it~🤗💖

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@jungwon-is-the-one, @reginald-stay09

“Hold still, Lix, or I’m never going to finish,” you mutter, brush in hand, trying for the umpteenth time to tie little braids at the back of Lixie’s head.

Lix was talking your ear off. His voice was soft as it always was when he spoke to you. He leaned into your touch as your hands gently massaged his scalp.

Felix told you about all the places he’d been able to visit, telling you about everything that reminded him of you. He really wished he could take you along.

It was sweet, the way his mind seemed to find you even when he was halfway across the globe from you.

You’d missed him too.

As you wove the strands together you let your fingers ‘accidentally’ graze the blonde’s neck. It makes Felix squirm, a smile tugging at his lips as he looked at you through the mirror.

“Ihit’s nohohot fair! Y-yohuhu’re doing thihis on puhurpose!” He giggles and the cute sounds he makes, has you smiling fondly.

Your fingers dance along the back of his neck and brushing against the sensitive skin just below his hairline.

A soft shiver rippled through him, and you smirk as Lix trembles in his seat, barely holding back a chuckle.

“Tickles, huh?” You tease, your fingertips grazing his neck again, slower this time—deliberate.

You carefully watch the way Felix’s shoulders scrunch up and how his lips wobble before a beautiful smile breaks free.

“It’s nohot my fahault!! Youhuhu’re tihihickling mehehe!” He protests, laughter bubbling up uncontrollably.

Even as he whined, you noticed that Lix kept his hands in his lap, despite you not having requested it. It made you giggle.

Felix had always seemed to enjoy being tickled, you knew this, and you were so grateful he hadn’t changed.

“Squirmy. Does this tickle a lot baby?” You lean close to him, your hands merciless as they wiggled over Lix’s sensitive neck.

“Yehehehehes ihit tihihickles soho muHUHUch!!”

“Aww, so cute Lixie. You’re just as sensitive as I remember. I bet your members tickle you a lot to hm?” You loved how easy it was to fluster him.

Sweet giggles spill from his lips as you keep at it, gently curling and uncurling your hands at the sides of his neck.

“Youhuhu sahahaid you’d dohoho my hahair!! Nohohot tihickle mehe—AH ahahaha plehehease~”

Lixie’s hair was soft to the touch and as it brushed against your hands, an idea popped into your head.

Curiously, you catch a stand of his hair between your fingertips and sweep the ends over your best friend’s ear.

Felix squeaked, his hands shooting up to grab onto yours. He looked pleadingly up at you and you could see the rosy blush on his cheeks.

The color really brought out his freckles, making them pop up across his face like stars in the night sky. The sight was breathtaking.

“Haha, does everything tickle you Lix? C’mon admit you’re the most sensitive one in the group and I’ll let you go~”

Felix shook his head stubbornly, his legs kicking out slightly as you moved to his ribs,  digging into the crevices.

It makes Felix arch away, his hands clutching desperately onto the armrests of the chair.

“ahahaHAHA PLEHEHEASE!! NOHOT THEHERE!! YOUHUHU’RE SOHO MEHEHEAN!”

Shrieks mixed with helpless laughter, Lix doing his best to stay put while also trying to lean away from the torturous sensations.

It had been so long since the two of you had been able to spend some time together due to his busy schedule and Lix had promised to make it up to you.

You had been waiting for him to offer and a devious grin spread across your face the moment he had asked what you wanted to do.

His hair and makeup. Felix’s hair had grown so long and you had always wanted to style it. But as laughter filled the air, you decided that it could wait.

Right now, all you wanted to hear were more of these cute sounds. You couldn’t ignore how much you’d missed moments like these—the quiet times, just the two of you, away from the busy world.

Just when you thought you had the upper hand, Felix’s grin widened. Without warning, his fingers darted toward your waist, catching you off guard.

“Y/nnie~,” he cooed, scribbling his fingers over your sides and you can feel his breath fan your ear as he leans in, teasing, “Your turn now.”

You knew you were screwed. Lixie could be a so mean when he was in the mood.

There’s a gleam in his eyes as he watches you writhe in his hold. “What’s the matter y/nnie? Can’t take it, hm?”

His blunt nails skitter over your waist, lightning-fast and mischievous, making you jerk back instinctively.

A bout of frantic cackles escapes your lips as you shove his hands desperately. That ultimately proves to be futile.

His touch was light but quick, fingers dancing over your skin like tiny jolts of electricity, making it impossible to escape.

“Aw, that’s too bad. I wanna see your smile~ Won’t you laugh for me y/nnie?” Lix teased, his fingers playfully digging into your ribs now.

“Ahahaha Lihihix nohoho. Behehe nihihihice! Behe niHIHIHICE!!” You beg between peals of hysterical laughter.

His touch was relentless but playful, and his eyes sparkled with mischief, clearly enjoying every second of your torment.

Lix was much stronger than you and he used his strength to his advantage, easily pinning your arms and clawing at your tummy.

“C’mon y/nnie I know you can take this much~ Besides you really did a number on me earlier. Did you think you’d get away scot-free, hm?”

“Ihihi dihid nohohot! Plehehease ahahahaha youhu knohow Ihi’m more sehehehensitive!!” The words set your face ablaze, and felt insanely flustering to admit out loud but it got Felix to finally stop.

He let you go, messing up your hair as you slumped breathlessly in the chair he’d been seated in earlier. He tossed you a bottle of water from across the room.

“Now that we got that done, wanna get back on track?” His smirk told you this was far from over. The day was still young and you had plenty of time to get back at Lix.

“Better watch your back Lixie~ It’s not over yet.” You warn with a smirk, Felix’s bright red ears giving away how much this affected him.

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᧔ Lee Seungmin thoughts ᧓

Lee: Seungmin Ler: Chan, Minho

A/N: hi guys, sorry for the absence, i'll be back hopefully in about 2 weeks🥺🩷i haven't been able to even open tumblr much for the past month so i'm sorry if i missed your messages or asks😭

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@reginald-stay09, @jungwon-is-the-one

Thinking about Seungmin's messy hair, it was easy to recall how the stylists would carefully arrange each lock into a perfectly neat hairstyle—the usual go-to for his short hair.

But of course with Seungmin being Seungmin, he just had to go around provoking everyone. So Chan and Minho; usually the more responsible ones, had taken it upon themselves to.... discipline their naughty pup.

Chan had followed him around, cornering Seungmin, just when the younger had swiftly tried to duck under his arm. And, just to rile them up, he kicked and screamed dramatically, calling for help from anyone who might listen.

But he'd received no mercy. Changbin and Jeongin, ever eager to join the chaos, jumped in to help the two oldest members pin Seungmin to the floor, Chan's fingers immediately unbuttoning his shirt to access his vulnerable belly.

It had garnered even more helpless thrashing and louder screams from poor Seungmin, who by now had finally realized what was about to befall him. The moment Chan's fingers touched his skin, the puppy yelped, giggles of anticipation bubbling up even as he tried hard to suppress them.

Then Minho struck. The devious kitten, hiding behind Chan, had gone unnoticed until his fingers began wiggling under Seungmin's knees. The sensation was torturous already, what with the puppy's knees being an especially bad spot.

"AH! Mihihihinho hyuhuhung pleheHEASE NAHAHAHAHA!!" He'd thrown his head back into Binnie's lap, shaking it side to side as Chan laughed in amusement at his reactions.

"You're so cute when you're being tickled Minnie. Have I ever mentioned that before?" He mused playfully, his own hands coming to life and tracing a feather light path from the center of Seungmin's belly to his waist.

"Yehehehes youhuhu hahahave!! Youhuhu sahay ihit eheheveryhy tihihime!! Stohohohp!! IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!!" His pleas fell on deaf ears, as the rest of the band came over to watch, Hyunjin even recording it for later.

This was precious material to tease Seungmin with (and even better to rile him up whenever he was in a certain mood). The artist chuckled to himself, mind racing with possibilities and the promise of seeing the cute puppy blush.

Meanwhile, the man in questions was struggling, every futile attempt at escape being rewarded with more intense tickles until the poor pup accepted his fate and laid back— letting the two have their fun. The lers switched spots often, never letting Seungmin have enough time to adjust to one when they attacked another spot.

It left their sweet lee squirming on the floor, hands straining against Changbin's hold. Squealing when either one found a particularly weak spot, loud belly laughter eventually dying down to breathless giggles as the two went on and on.

"Ihihi cahahan't, plehehease ihihi cahahahahan'r anyhyhymohohore!! Hyung, hyuhung pleahease ihim sohohihrryhy!" He gasped out with the last of his voice, laughter turning silent when they kept the torture up for another long minute before letting up.

"Learnt your lesson yet?" Minho quirked an eyebrow at the lee, lips twitching in a smirk when Seungmin nodded quickly. Cute.

The puppy's face was flushed pink, eyes teary and hair ruffled beyond saving. As soon as he had recovered, the stylists were on him, debating in hushed voices whether to redo his hair completely, until one stylist chimed in, "You know, the messy hair concept actually works on him."

And that only made Seungmin's face burn brighter as his band mates cackled hysterically in the background.

"W-wait... you're not really gonna keep it like this, are you?" He asked, incredulously, gaping like a fish out of water when one of the noonas fished out a mirror from her bag and let him have a look at himself.

"…I… but… Ugh, fine." Seungmin surrendered, much to the delight of the rest. "We should definitely tickle him more at shoots. What do you think, Minnie? Sounds fun, right?" It seemed like this teasing would never end now.

But even as the pup poked Hyunjin in retaliation, he couldn't help the grudging smile that took over.