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WAIT THIS IS SOO CUTEEE😭😭😭 i need more omg sana🥹

heyy sana, hope ur doing ok.

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

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

𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙨𝙠𝙯 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙟𝙞𝙨𝙪𝙣𝙜:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 4k

𝙖/𝙣: ayyeeeee

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

𝒍𝒆𝒆: han

𝙡𝙚𝙧: skz

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section 1: minchan

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

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

But in the middle of them was Han Jisung.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No—NONOHO HYUNGIE WAIT!!”

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

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

But Minho was already moving.

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

And then he clawed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was all Minho. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Within minutes, all three were asleep.

section 2: changbin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Today, we fix that.”

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

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

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

Changbin raised an eyebrow.

“Stretch?”

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

“Absolutely not.”

“Cool. Great. Love that for me.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure, you did.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

section 3: hyunlix

Han Jisung was…

…Drunk. 

Wasted. 

And being super embarrassing. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Go on.” 

“Please tickle me.”

“What was that??”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“IHIHIHIM NEHEHEHEHEVER DRIHIHIHIHINKING AGAHAHAHAHAIN!!”

section 4: jeongmin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The reaction was immediate.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[jeonginsdiary]

oh my godddd this is so cutee😭😭😭

hiii i was wondering if i could request a lee seungmin ler minho (my favvvv pair ever) with whatever scenario you’d like?? i literally love ur fics sm they’re so well written and cutie💗💗😭

Wide Awake

Lee! Seungmin Ler! Minho

a/n: Enjoyed writing thissss! Fav duo 🎀 warnings: Little rough ig

tags: @tmnt-stayhead @itzsana-kiddingmenow @sunlightstay @hansloveleeknow @sirloncelot-of-bananas @lezleeferguson-120 @hi-im-1niki1-minaj333mwah @jisung14444333 @minnielvrr @jeongins-diary

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

The JYP practice room was nearly silent. It was late—so late that the city outside was quiet, leaving only fluorescent lights and tired idols to fill the night.

Minho ran through the choreography again, his movements sharp and precise even after hours of repetition. He wasn’t satisfied until every beat matched perfectly, and even then, his mind replayed the sequence on loop.

Across the room, however, his partner was far less focused.

Seungmin stood in position, but his eyes were glazed over, his shoulders drooping with exhaustion. When the beat dropped, his timing was half a second behind. His arms lacked their usual crispness, and by the third count, he had already fallen out of sync.

Minho sighed, pausing the music. “Yah, Seungmin. Again.”

Seungmin groaned, flopping onto the floor like a starfish. “Hyung… we’ve done it twenty times. My body is filing a complaint.”

“You can file it later,” Minho said firmly, though a small smirk tugged at his lips. “Right now you’re still moving like a half-asleep puppy.”

“I am a half-asleep puppy,” Seungmin muttered, reaching for his water bottle. He took a lazy sip, eyes fluttering shut as he leaned back against the mirrored wall.

Minho tilted his head, watching him. “Don’t tell me you’re zoning out already.”

“Mhm.” Seungmin’s response was barely more than a hum. “Wake me up when you’re done being a perfectionist.”

The sarcasm was weak, slurred with fatigue, but Minho’s sharp ears caught it. He crouched down in front of Seungmin, studying the younger’s slack features. His water bottle dangled loosely in his hand, threatening to spill. His head lolled back against the mirror, lips tugging into the faintest smirk despite his exhaustion.

Minho narrowed his eyes. “You know… you’re getting a little too comfortable ignoring me.”

No answer. Just a faint shrug, eyes half-lidded.

“Ohhh, I see how it is,” Minho said slowly, his smirk growing. “You think you can just check out? Let your hyung do all the work? Very bold of you, Kim Seungmin.”

That earned him the smallest twitch of lips—amusement. But still no effort to move.

Minho leaned closer, his voice dropping to a mock-threatening whisper. “You’re gonna regret that.”

Before Seungmin could process what that meant, Minho jabbed two fingers into his side.

The reaction was immediate. Seungmin jerked upright with a startled bark of laughter, slapping a hand over his mouth like he hadn’t meant to let it slip. “H-Hyung! Don’t—!”

Minho grinned, eyes gleaming. “Oh? Don’t what? Don’t this?” His hands dove back in, scribbling across Seungmin’s ribs.

Seungmin burst into laughter, twisting frantically against the wall. “N-nohoho! Hyuhuhung, waihihit—!”

“There’s the energy I was looking for,” Minho teased, relentless. “You weren’t even blinking two seconds ago. Now look at you.”

“Th-this isn’t fair! AHAHAHA—!”

Minho chuckled, settling into a rhythm. His fingers darted up and down Seungmin’s ribs before sliding lower—straight to his stomach.

Seungmin’s reaction was explosive. His back arched, knees pulling up instinctively as loud, frantic laughter poured out. “NOHOHO NOT THERE—! HYUNGGG!”

“Ohhh, jackpot,” Minho purred, fingers kneading into his belly. “What’s wrong, puppy? This spot too much?”

“YEHEHEHES! GEHEHET OFF! STAHAHAHAP!”

“Mm, no,” Minho said cheerfully, digging in harder. “Not until you admit you were ignoring me.”

Seungmin shook his head wildly, laughter bubbling uncontrollably from his chest. “IHIHIHI WOHOHON’T! LEHEHEHT ME GO!”

Minho smirked, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Then I’ll just have to try harder.”

Without warning, he slid a finger directly into Seungmin’s belly button.

Seungmin shrieked, nearly folding in half. His laughter shot up in pitch, desperate and wild as he flailed against the floor. “NAHAHAHAHAH NOT THAHAHAT! HYUHUHUNG! NOHOHOHOHO!”

“Ohhh, this is your weak spot, huh?” Minho teased mercilessly, swirling his finger around the sensitive dip. “The magic button?”

Seungmin screamed with laughter, twisting violently, but Minho easily pinned his hips with a knee. His arms flailed, trying to shove Minho away, but every failed attempt only encouraged the older more.

“Stopstopstopstop—! IHIHIHI’M DYING! HYUHUHUNG, IHIHIHI’M GOHOHONNA DIHIHIE!”

“You sound pretty alive to me,” Minho said casually, tracing circles around his navel before dipping back inside. “In fact, I think this might be the most awake you’ve been all night.”

Seungmin’s laughter went nearly silent, tears welling at the corners of his eyes. His legs kicked helplessly against the polished floor. “PLEHEHEHEASE! IHIHIHI CAHAHAHAN’T! STAHAHAHAP!”

“Not until you say it,” Minho sing-songed, switching tactics to scribble all over Seungmin’s stomach while occasionally poking his button just to hear the shrieks it caused. “Tell me you were ignoring me, and maybe I’ll stop.”

“IHIHIHI WOHOHON’T—!”

“Oh, stubborn, huh? Fine.” Minho’s grin was wicked. “Guess I’ll try your armpits next.”

Seungmin’s eyes flew open in panic. “DOHOHOHON’T YOU DAHAHAHRE—!”

Too late. Minho’s hands shot up, wiggling into his underarms with precision.

The reaction was instantaneous: Seungmin convulsed, laughter breaking into helpless, high-pitched squeals. His arms snapped down in reflex, trapping Minho’s fingers against the sensitive hollows.

“YAAAHAHAHAHAHHH! NOHOHOHOHOHO! HYUHUHUNG STAHAHAHAP, NAHAHAHAHA!”

“Aw, look at that,” Minho teased, wriggling his fingers mercilessly against the trapped skin. “You locked me in. Smart move, puppy.”

Seungmin thrashed, legs kicking wildly. “IHIHIHI HATE YOHOHOHOU!”

“No you don’t,” Minho said with a chuckle, switching back to his belly just to keep him guessing. “You love me. Deep down.”

Seungmin shrieked again when Minho’s fingers darted to his hips. His laughter cracked, dissolving into breathless gasps. “HYUHUHUNG! PLEHEHEHEASE! IHIHIHI’M AWAHAHKE! IHIHIHI’M AWAHAHKE NOHOHOW!”

Finally, Minho took pity. He pulled his hands back, sitting back on his heels as Seungmin collapsed onto the floor, and turned into a ball.

The room was filled with Seungmin’s lingering giggles and heavy breaths. His face was flushed, hair plastered to his forehead, tears shining at the corners of his eyes.

“You—” he wheezed between giggles. “You’re the… the worst.”

Minho only smirked, picking up the water bottle Seungmin had dropped earlier. He pressed it into the younger’s shaking hands. “And yet, effective. Wide awake now, aren’t you?”

Seungmin glared weakly, still giggling as he tried to catch his breath. “Remind me… never to sit near you again.”

“Sure,” Minho said, ruffling his damp hair with zero remorse. “But I’ll still catch you. Every. Single. Time.”

Seungmin groaned, burying his face in his hands, though the shy smile tugging at his lips gave him away.

finally got the time to write a ficcc <3

[jeonginsdiary]

AWW CUTIESSSS

[jeonginsdiary]

whattt i haven’t seen any clips someone pls show😣

SANAA

Is it only me or skz members are starting to tickle minho more AND THEY'RE TARGETING SPECIFICALLY HIS ARMPITS...

what if they found out it's one of his most ticklish spots and now they're doing it on purpose on stage?

OH MY GOSH 🫠🫠🫠 i need clips i haven’t seen this⁉️⁉️ someone please send meee!!

[jeonginsdiary]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. if you break the chain nothing happens but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out 🤍🪽🧸🦌

tysmm🥹💗💗

[jeonginsdiary]

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GAME IDEA REBLOG THIS AND TRY TYPING YOUR URL EYES CLOSED

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Stray Kids(스트레이 키즈) "KARMA" TEASER IMAGES 𝗞𝗔𝗥𝗠𝗔🏅

[jeonginsdiary]

awww tysmmm ahaha i loveee writing lee seungmin and i love ur fics too🥹🥹💗💗

name your favorite fic from your top 5 fav writersss

these are not in any particular order

aging (lee seungmin, ler chan) and backstage (lee seungmin, ler jeongin) by @jeonginsdiary. i've read and reread her fics for years before i started writing🩷

deer or dear (lee seungmin, ler changbin) and Members need rest? Chan knows best! (lee Skz, ler Chan) by @hearted-anon, i miss her fics so much🥺these really gave me life during some tough times💖

I can't decide between stowaway - part 3 (lee seungmin, lers han & felix) and alien - part 4 (lees seungmin & jeongin, lers skz & reader?) by @itzsana-kiddingmenow. love love LOVE this girl, the absolute sweetest person alive🫂💖ilyy sana baby🥰

accidental (lee seungmin, ler hyunjin) and wanted it (lee seungmin, ler jeongin) by @v--143. i adore her writing so much🥺 has some of the best fics i've ever read!🤭

who's laughing now? (lee minho, ler hyunjin) and theft consequences (lee felix, ler minho) by @loveskz2901. my fav new writer! you're so talented Annie🥺💖

[jeonginsdiary]

oh my goshhhh tysmmm i love u guys!!!🙈🙊💗

[jeonginsdiary]

AWWW TYYY ILYSMMM

name your favorite fic from your top 5 fav writersss

okay okay so this is in no particular order but—

@jeonginsdiary — aging (lee seungmin | ler chan) and stretching (lee minho | ler seungmin and changbin) and the first tickle fic i ever read was from her so she’s very special to me 🥹

@hearted-anon — how skz tickle changbin (lee changbin | ler skz) no comments 🙈 and she’s my squishy i love her and all her fics

@v--143 — the pianists (lee han | ler chan and changbin), make up, makeup (lee chan | ler skz), and picky perfectionist (lee changbin | ler chan) she’s leaving tumblr but she’s always gonna be in my heart so 🥹

@loveskz2901 — who’s laughing now? (lee minho | ler hyunjin) one of the newer really good writers 💖 love ya

@minnielvrr — living canvas (lee minho | ler hyunjin) can you tell i really like lee minho ler hyunjin ANYWAYS AVY I LOVE YOU 🥹 she’s one of the best of the best and i adore her writing so much it’s all amazing 🤩 living canvas can never be topped in my humble opinion

HONORABLE MENTIONS FOR TXT FICS:

@lerknow — blackout (lee taehyun ler ??) LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE love these fics horrendously this is amazing

@mars-hi1009 — hyung? (lee yeonjun ler txt) she writes other groups too but i really love her txt ones the most ALSO MY DESI SISTER I LOVE YOU

HONORABLE MENTION FOR ENHYPEN FICS:

@kijaswrldd quiet (lee niki ler heeseung) I LOVE HER ENHYPEN FICS 🥹💝

[jeonginsdiary]

WHATTT TYSMMMM🥹🥹🥹 honestly i love ur fics sm and yes i loveee backstage im happy with how it turned outtt!😭😭💗

name your favorite fic from your top 5 fav writersss

ALR SOO UHMM here we go:

@jeonginsdiary : Backstage (lee seungmin; ler jeongin) I love this one omg the writing style and the duoo 🤩

@itzsana-kiddingmenow : Not ticklish? (lee han; ler minho | from 7 days of lee! han) Honestly, it's the first fic I ever read on tumblr I'll always love it! 💟

@minnielvrr : Braces (Lee: Seungmin, Lers: Jeongin, Felix, Chan, Minho).... OMG I'll always adoree this one 🙈

@v--143 : I’m not ticklish (Lee! Minho, Ler! Changbin)...Oooh never gonna forget this onee 🎀

☆ TXT and ENHYPEN FICSSS:

@jeonginsdiary : Fun and Games (lee Huening Kai & Yeonjun; ler TxT) I read this as soon as I got into txt ahhh 🥹

@itzsana-kiddingmenow : Game over (lee Jungwon; ler heeseung) AWW I live for ticklish Jungwon 🤧

@mars-hi1009 : Hyung? (lee yeonjun; ler txt) Tbh read this a few weeks ago and fell in love ✨

THESE FICS WILL NEVER LEAVE MY HEARTUUU 🥹💫

[jeonginsdiary]

my baby🥹

Tysm @skzrosey for sending xx.

[jeonginsdiary]

awwwwww seungmin’s so cutie

i was wondering if i could request a lee seungmin ler han, where like he doesent know seungmin is ticklish but wants to find out so he tries but no usual spots work on him (feet, armpits) so he tries unusual spots and those work on him.

Not Ticklish?

Lee! Seungmin Ler! Han

a/n: I tried my best but idk if you'll like it.😭 warnings: none

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

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

“Are you ticklish?”

Han’s question came from nowhere, thrown out as casually as a weather update.

Seungmin didn’t even glance up. “No.”

Han blinked at him, frowning. “Liar.”

“I’m not.”

Han sat up straighter on the couch. “You’re telling me—you, Lee Seungmin, whose face twitches when someone brushes past too close—aren’t ticklish?”

Seungmin shrugged, eyes still on his phone. “Guess I grew out of it.”

Han narrowed his eyes. “That’s not a thing.”

“Clearly it is.”

“Oh it is so on.”

DAY ONE: TESTING THE CLASSICS

Han started with a scientific approach. First: the usual targets.

He poked at Seungmin’s ribs during lunch. Nothing. Dragged fingers along his sides while walking behind him. Nada. Tried goofing around with his socked feet during practice break—Seungmin barely blinked.

Han was offended.

“You’re not normal,” he muttered, pouting as Seungmin stared back with a very smug expression.

“I warned you.”

“You’re hiding something.”

Seungmin smirked. “Try me.”

Han would.

DAY TWO: UNCHARTED TERRITORY

Han was reaching his limit. He tried neck scribbles. Belly pokes. Even traced a finger behind Seungmin’s ear just to check.

Still nothing.

Until—miracle of miracles—Seungmin made the mistake of stretching out on the couch after dance practice, long legs sprawled lazily across the cushions. One calf rested near Han’s thigh.

Han’s gaze drifted. Paused.

That was new.

Without thinking too hard, Han reached over and lightly poked the side of Seungmin’s calf, just under the knee.

The reaction was instant.

Seungmin flinched violently, his leg jerking so hard it almost hit Han in the face.

“YAH—!” Seungmin yelped, clutching his leg like it had betrayed him.

Han blinked, stunned for a beat.

Then his face split into the smuggest grin imaginable.

“Ohhhhhh my god.”

“No,” Seungmin warned, pointing at him. “Nope. Don’t.”

Han leaned in slowly, eyes gleaming. “Seungmin. You liar.”

“I’m warning you.”

Han lunged.

THE CHAOS BEGINS

Seungmin barely had time to move before Han grabbed both ankles and pinned his calves across his lap.

“Jisung—wait—”

“Oh no no no,” Han crooned with a wicked glint. “You’ve been hiding this. I deserve this.”

Then he dug in—both hands scribbling rapidly along the lower part of Seungmin’s calves.

Seungmin exploded.

“AHAHAHAH—JISUHUHUUNG!!” He twisted violently, hands flying to smack the couch, knees jerking in a panic.

“You little liar!!” Han beamed, chasing every twitch with wiggling fingers. “All this time—‘I’m not ticklish’—you’re ticklish in the weirdest spot ever!! This is SO you.”

“NOHOHO—STOHOHOP!!” Seungmin cried, kicking frantically, but Han had locked his calves down tight. He was done for.

“Not until I’ve done a full investigation,” Han said solemnly, switching from scribbling to squeezing. “For science.”

“SCIENCE IS A LIEEEHEHE—!”

Han cackled, moving his fingers in soft circles over the middle of Seungmin’s calves now. The laughter immediately changed—higher, almost breathless.

“AAAH no nonononono—!”

“Oho? Sensitive here?” Han teased, slowing it down to maddening little spider-tickles with his fingertips. “Just this spot, huh? Right there—”

“JISUNG I’M GOING TO DIE—!”

“You say that like I’m not doing a great service to humanity right now.”

He started alternating—light tickles with one hand, firmer squeezes with the other—switching sides randomly, never giving Seungmin time to prepare.

It was evil.

Seungmin completely lost it.

He curled forward, legs twitching, fists pounding the couch. “I CAN’T—STAHAHAHAP!!”

Han laughed so hard he nearly fell over himself. “I can’t believe this is the spot that breaks you. Not your feet. Not your sides. Just—your calves. What even are you??”

Seungmin tried to talk, but all he could manage were wheezy giggles and half-choked “you suck”s.

Han finally slowed down, letting his fingers come to a stop, still resting gently on Seungmin’s now super-twitchy calves.

Seungmin slumped back, chest heaving.

Han tilted his head, smug. “...Want me to test your shins next?”

Seungmin groaned, kicking weakly at him. “I will throw you off a building.”

Han laughed. “Only if you can stand, noodle legs.”

Seungmin scowled—but there was laughter still caught in his eyes.

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The rest of the week, Han didn’t have to do anything. He’d just wiggle his fingers vaguely near Seungmin’s legs, and the boy would recoil like a spooked cat.

One time Seungmin wore ripped jeans and Han caught a glimpse of calf skin.

“Don’t you dare,” Seungmin growled.

Han just smiled.

“Relax,” he said. “I’m retired now. But if you ever lie to me again…”

He held up his hands.

Seungmin’s legs tensed.

[jeonginsdiary]

156cm😭😭

basic ahh tag game

idk i’m curious

how tall are you

i’m 4’11, ~150 cm (sobs)

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[jeonginsdiary]

ohmygoshhhh cutee i love 2min sm one of my fav duos

Hiiii! I’m a big fan of yours! I just want to ask if you can do a lee Seungmin one? Maybe with some rough tickles and some like tools? I would totally love it. But do what you want cause I love it no matter!!!✨🤍

two tired:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 1.2k

𝙖/𝙣: i have a fever lol IM BACK 🎀 i love this and i love the moodboard OUGHHH

𝙩/𝙬: rough tickles, college! au

𝒍𝒆𝒆: seungmin

𝙡𝙚𝙧: minho

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

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Their dorm room was technically meant for two people.

Two beds, two desks, two wardrobes—perfectly mirrored. Neat, organized, symmetrical.

Useless. Because one of those beds was already collecting dust. Minho didn’t need it.

Not when he had a human space heater named Kim Seungmin. Minho only ever left his own bed to climb into when he wanted snacks, warmth, or when Seung wanted a very specific type of comfort: being wrapped up in Minho’s arms, like the floppy-limbed clingy puppy he always turned into when sleepy.

And right now, Seungmin? Flat on his back in the center of the mattress. Shirt ridden up. Arms flopped out and legs a tangled mess of socks and sleepiness. Minho flopped on top lazily, completely relaxed, head tilted down where his cheek was pressed into the dip of Seungmin’s collarbone.

Minho was grinning, that wicked sparkle in his eye, as his fingers wiggled right at the hem of Seungmin’s now-ridden-up shirt, grazing across bare, unprotected skin. It so wasn’t fair. Seungmin jerked. A barely audible whine echoed. And when Minho wiggled? Seungmin’s arms snapped down instantly, his entire body tensing.

“Minho, I swear to god if you touch me—”

“Hm?” Minho responded with an evil smirk. “Swear to god what, pup?” The older just pressed himself further down, lying completely flat on top of him with a teasing hum, his cheek smushed into the curve of Seungmin’s shoulder.

Seungmin wiggled like a trapped insect. “I have an exam tomorrow! I’m already stressed…please let me sleeepp…” He groaned. 

“Awhhh, an exam?” Minho pouted mockingly. “I can help you destress, you know.” 

“NO!” Seungmin squealed when he felt Minho’s lazy fingers sneak under his sleep shirt. Min laughed.

God, he loved that sound—loved how Seungmin tried so hard to keep a straight face, to stay strong, to grit his teeth and pretend it didn’t tickle.

But it did. Oh, it so did.

And Minho was merciless.

Seungmin’s face was bright red and he was struggling, a huge muffled smile on his face as he wiggled helplessly. 

Minho dug in just the tiniest bit harder, fingers clawing lightly with his nails down Seungmin’s exposed sides, dragging from under his ribs to the soft spot just above his hips. 

“This is illegal!” Poor Seung barked.

“You look so cute like this,” Minho hummed.

And then—he struck.

That was it.

“NAAAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOOOO—!” Seungmin screamed, his laughter exploding from his throat in a burst so loud it rattled the walls. “MINHO—MINHO PLEHEHEHEASE—!”

“What’s wrong, puppy?” Minho crooned back. “Ticklish?”

“NOOOOOAAAHAHAHHAHAA—!” Seungmin erupted, descending into full-blown, wild cackles, his head tossing back into the pillow as his limbs flailed helplessly. “YOU SUHUHUHUCK—HYUNG!!”

Minho giggled, smug and way too pleased with himself. “There’s my giggly baby~” He cooed, not lifting his head, just letting his weight pin Seungmin down while his fingers scribbled viciously at those squishy, trembling sides, hands digging down into those soft obliques. “Awwhhh, what’s wrong, puppy?? Can’t take a little tickle?”

“NOHOHO STAHAHAHA—MINHO—MINHOHYAHAHAHAHAH!” Seungmin squealed, his laughter going full siren mode, high and loud and uncontrollable, and so so so cute. “YOHOU BIHIHIHITCH!! MINHO STOHOHOP—!”

“You’re so squishy~,” Minho teased, squeezing lightly around Seungmin’s waist with both hands, his thumbs brushing into that spot that made Seungmin buck off the mattress with a desperate wail. “Squishy little puppy~ Tickle tickle tickle~”

“I HAHAHATE YOU SO BAHAHAHAHAHHA—!” Seungmin howled, kicking at the air and writhing so much that Minho had to pin his hips down with a knee.

“Liar,” Minho said with a grin, dragging his nails back up Seungmin’s sides again in light, wicked swirls. “You love me. And you love this, so be nice and loud for me and take it.” 

Seungmin’s cheeks were flushed, his chest heaving with hysterical laughter, tears pooling at the corners of his squinted eyes as his body twisted uselessly beneath Minho. 

He let out a helpless squeal and latched his fingers onto his hyung’s back, scrabbling desperately with his nails in a useless attempt to make it stop.

“Shhh, you’ll wake the others,” Minho whispered, and then dug in again, his nails dancing around the back of Seungmin’s ribs where the tickles got worse.

“NOHOHOHOHOHO—PLEHEHEHEHASE IT TICKLES SO BAHHAHAAHAHAD!” Seungmin cackled, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes as he curled and squirmed, but there was no space to run, no leverage to push Minho off. “GEHEHEHET OHOHOHOFFFF!!”

Minho loved that.

It was one of the reasons why the tickle hug position was his favorite. He could feel every muscle twitch and every heave of laughter pouring from Seungmin’s chest. Best part of having a ticklish roommate. 

“Oh~? Someone’s still got sass?” Minho leaned in, dragging one single finger each in a slow, agonizing circle around Seungmin’s lower sides.

“NONONONOHOHO—MINHO—!!”

He could feel his hyung’s grin pressed into his neck as the older dragged and clawed his way down to his hips. 

“HYUHUHUHUHUHUNG!!”

Seungmin thrashed, knees buckling, his whole body convulsing with laughter so loud and wild he actually squeaked. His face was on fire, bright red, and the sound pouring out of him was absolutely feral.

Seungmin arched, but his arms were stuck, his hands flopping uselessly at his feet as he bucked and screamed and laughed until he was gasping for air.

“I can’t even hear what you’re saying~” Minho teased as he danced his nails all over Seungmin’s middle. “Use your words, Minnie~ Or I’ll have to keep guessing.”

“I hate you I hate you I hate you I HATE—NOHOHOHOHO—!”

Minho’s fingers dug into Seungmin’s ribs like he’d been starving for it. Up and down, in and out, sharp little claws dragging between each space while Seungmin arched under him, caught in a position so horrible, so vulnerable, that all he could do was scream with laughter. “IHIHIM SOHOHORRY IM SORRY PLEHEHEHEHASE!!”

“You sure you’re sorry?” Minho teased, dragging a single nail down the center of his foot. “Say you’re sorry in your nice voice.”

Seungmin practically screamed into the air.

“I’M SAHAHAHAHARRY—YOU JERK—I’M SAHAHAHARRY!!!”

“Eh, close enough.” Minho laughed and finally ceased, hands holding Seungmin’s now burning waist. 

“Ahah…oh my god, that was horrible…” Seungmin panted. 

A loud bang startled both of them. 

Hyunjin’s frustrated voice bled through the wall, loud and clear: “Can an overworked college student get some sleep here?!”

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MY BABY AWWWW☹️☹️☹️☹️