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skzdiary · 12 days ago

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soo cute 😭😭🫣

also love my tag isn’t @seungsluvv anymore it’s @skzdiary 😭😭✨

hiiii can i request lee jeongin with ler minho maybe like minho just finds jeongin cute so he wrecks him🤭🤭🩷🩷

𝙥𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥 𝙖 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 1k

𝙖/𝙣: happy birthday to my dear love @jeonginsdiary!! i’m so happy i got to post this fic sometime near jeongin's birthday too hehe, even if i'm a little late to both of them :3 i hope you all enjoy this!! (ALSO I MADE A TITLE PUN DO YOU LIKE IT FJIJDFHNFID)

𝒍𝒆𝒆: jeongin

𝙡𝙚𝙧: minho (accomplice-seungmin)

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee @moony-9 @sunny-117 @minnielvrr @bamgyuuu-2001

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤

Jeongin should have known better. He really should have. But the pudding had been right there, unattended, practically begging to be eaten. How was he supposed to resist? How was he to know Minho would come back that quickly?

Now, here he was, sprawled on the floor, trapped beneath Minho, with Seungmin sitting behind him, casually pinning his hands down with the weight of his own body. Worse—way worse—Seungmin was also holding the very chain that had been looped around Jeongin’s wrists, keeping his arms stuck above his head. Just in case he got any ideas of defending himself. Cause apparently that's wrong when Minho's in a mood.

Anyway, it didn't even matter that he had eaten Minho's pudding, because the statement Min made while pinning him down was more than enough to reinstate the one and only thought that Jeongin was completely and absolutely doomed.

"You know, even if you hadn't eaten my pudding, I would have tickled you anyway."

Jeongin tried to wail back in the midst of his wild giggles, but it was nearly impossible as Minho's hands roamed every weak spot, every ticklish area available for those ticklish thumbs to slide into to make the maknae throw his head back laughing oh so loudly.

And Seungmin? He was just minding his business, reading a book, eating chips, and enjoying the background noise of Minho's teasing coos and Jeongin's frantic cackling.

"These seem very ticklish, don't you think?" Minho mused. Thumbs suddenly latched onto his hips, thumbs rubbing circles into the divots as his other fingers squeezed ruthlessly. It was a vicious attack, one that sent him bucking under Minho’s hold, his laughter climbing in pitch until it was nothing more than gasping, desperate little giggles.

"SEUNGMIN HYUHUHUHUHUHUHUNG!! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!" Jeongin howled for assistance, his eyes watering horribly at the sensation of Minho digging deeper, along with the maknae having no choice but to watch Min's hands tickling him, leaving him more flustered than ever.

Seungmin turned a page.

Minho’s hands dived into Jeongin’s tummy then, kneading mercilessly, thumbs rubbing deep circles near his bellybutton, his other fingers pinching the hypersensitive spots near his sides. Jeongin practically screeched, thrashing as much as he could under Minho’s weight, but the older refused to budge. If anything, he just settled in more, completely unbothered by Jeongin’s increasingly desperate laughter.

Seungmin, meanwhile, was entirely unaffected. If anything, he looked bored. His grip on the chain was relaxed, but firm, ensuring Jeongin’s arms couldn’t come down even as he instinctively yanked and pulled, desperate to protect himself, somehow, some way.

“Wow,” Seungmin hummed, flipping another page. “I think this is the loudest you’ve ever been. Imagine if we recorded this.”

To which Jeongin absolutely did not turn 50 shades darker red at the thought.

"MIHIHINHO—YAH!!" Innie blurted out, gasping for air as everything stopped for a second, Minho's hands frozen at their spot on his sides.

"...What was that?"

Jeongin barely registered what huge of a mistake he had made when he looked up into Minho's eyes. That glint, that glint of mischief meaning Jeongin had about five more minutes to survive before his gravestone listed "Tickled to Death" as his reason for passing.

"W-Wait...Minho hyung. MINHO HYUNG—NAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA!! STOP IT STOHHOHOHOHOHOHOP!!" Innie howled, the sheer force of his laughter cracked as he thrashed, head tossing back as if that would help him escape. But there was no escape, not with Seungmin pressing down on his hands, not with Minho’s weight keeping him pinned, not with those awful, awful fingers kneading into the most unbearable spot on his legs. His thighs.

“I think this is his worst spot,” Minho mused, digging in even harder. “What do you think, Seungmin?”

“Sounds like it.” Another page turn. A glance down, unimpressed. “You really should’ve just left the pudding alone.”

Jeongin couldn’t even respond anymore. His laughter was bordering on silent, body shaking as tears pricked the corners of his eyes, face a deep shade of red. And yet—

Minho still wasn’t stopping.

“Do you regret it now?” he cooed, giving another deep squeeze, right into that spot at the tops of Jeongin’s thighs that made him nearly levitate.

Jeongin squealed so high-pitched that even Seungmin flinched.

“Oh yeah,” Seungmin muttered, shaking his head, “that’s bad.”

Minho chuckled, hands relentless. “You haven’t even apologized properly, you know,” he reminded. “You’re just laughing. And laughing, and laughing and laughing, but you haven't apologized at all.”

"AAAHHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA I CAHAHAHANT BREHEEHHEHEHEHEEAAATHEEEE!!"

"Awwww, isn't he adorable, Seung? I could just tickle him all night." Minho cooed in a baby voice, squishing Jeongin's dimpled cheek with one hand. "And he's so so so dramatic, and for what, baby? We both know I'm not stopping until I've had my fill~"

Jeongin twisted desperately, his legs kicking wildly, but Minho was relentless. His fingers vibrated against each rib before spidering up toward Jeongin’s underarms. Which certainly got a reaction.

"NOOHOHOHOHOHOHO WAHAHAAAHAHAHAIT!!"

"Wait?" Minho mocked, his hands skittering up Jeongin’s sides before drilling into his ribs, sending the maknae into an adorable, teary eyed, squealing frenzy. "You waited before eating my pudding? No? Then why should I wait before tickling you to pieces?"

Jeongin kicked out, his legs jerking under Minho, but Minho merely pressed down harder, keeping him trapped as his fingers clawed at his underarms mercilessly.

"OKAHAHAHAHAAHAY OKAY!! IHIHIHIHIHIM SO SO SO SOHOHOHOHORRY FOR EATING YOUHUHOUR PUHUHUHUHUDDING!!" Innie wailed. "PLEEHEHEHEHEHEEASE STAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!"

"Alright, fine, fine, you're okay..." Minho laughed, getting off of the younger. Seungmin marked his page and closed his book. “Huh. That was entertaining." He moved to untie the maknae, who was a mess on the floor, tears falling into his hair, cheeks red, panting adorably as he laid there, all energy drained and gone.

With that, Seungmin undid the chain and stood, heading back to his room. Jeongin immediately rolled onto his side, weakly curling in on himself as he tried to recover.

Minho patted his head. “Learned your lesson?”

Jeongin made a small, miserable noise.

Minho grinned. “Good.”

eeee im sorry if my writing's shit.

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skzdiary · 1 month ago

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𝙖𝙣 𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙩:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 3.4k

𝙖/𝙣: they’re so cute ☹️💔 also i feel like hannah would be the most torturous ler ever with her small nails sdoijfwufh

𝙩/𝙬: rough tickles, tickle fight, based off of games

𝒍𝒆𝒆: skz

𝙡𝙚𝙧: skz and hannah

Ding dong.

Seven boys looked up from the couch where they were scrolling on their phones, some on the ground and some laying on each other.

“I’ll answer it.” Chan grunted, gently handing an asleep Hannie’s head to Minho, who was seated beside him.

An elated look flashed on Channie’s face the moment he opened the door.

“Channie? Who is it?” Minho yelled from his spot on the couch.

“HANNAH!!” Chan shrieked, latching onto his sister immediately.

“Hannah?” Minho appeared next to the leader, smiling fondly at the moment taking place right next to him.

“HANNAH?!” Six other voices yelled from the couch, and the three at the door could faintly hear the sound of footsteps racing to the door in padded socks.

Hannah giggled for a moment at her brother’s inevitable gushiness, squealing when she was suddenly on the floor, crushed by the weight of seven men at the same time.

“Get off, get off! I can’t breathe!” She gasped dramatically, shoving at her brother’s head and carefully patting Hannie’s at the same time.

Minho stood above the pile and laughed his sweet, honey-like laugh, helping Hannah up once the others got off of her and pulling her into his own embrace, rocking her side to side as he hummed.

After a while, he let go of her, and Hannah set down her bags.

“Um…yeah. I’m so happy to see you.” Chan laughed awkwardly, covering his face as he sniffled.

“Ugh, always so emotional, bro.” Hannah rolled her eyes, smiling anyway and pulling him into yet another hug.

Jeongin and Jisung both grabbed her bags to take to the guest room, while Minho started up the stove to cook lunch.

After lunch, all the boys were itching to spend time with Hannah, especially Chan.

“How about we play some board games?” He slapped his own thighs and stood to grab some from the cabinet, while everyone arranged in a circle around him.

Hannah smiled fondly as she listened to her brother humming ‘perfect blues’ while reaching for a multitude of different boxes.

“Here we go!” Chan placed at least ten boxes on the floor in front of them.

“That’s so many games! Will we even get to finish them?” Jisung doubled over in giggles.

“I mean, we could if we tried.” Hyune interrupted.

“Let’s play…Jenga?” Hannah asked in her thick Australian accent.

Eight men choked at the same time, and Hannah stared at them suspiciously. “What?”

“Oh, nothing.” Minho responded, failing to notice how red his ears had become.

“Hmm…we should set a punishment for whoever loses.” Hannah smiled. Everyone exchanged glances of nervousness. “We’ll just decide later.”

A few rounds into the game, the stakes were high, everyone was in full concentration.

Chan nervously watched Minho pull out a block, worry painted on his features as he pulled one out next.

Jisung slowly pulled, but realized he made a grave mistake the second the tower tilted. It was like time had slowed down, and the blocks fell, scattering everywhere.

Hannie blinked twice, and the room fell silent.

“Get him!”

There was a scramble, poor Hannie screeching for mercy as he was grabbed and pinned to the floor.

“Wanna know what we do as a punishment ‘round here, Hannah?” Minho grinned, and Jisung was begging, squealing as every limb was pulled out and away from his body, exposing his vulnerable torso and thighs, which Minho happily took a seat on.

“What’s that?” Hannah responded, watching with amusement as Jisung pleadingly looked at her with his round boba eyes wide open, pupils dilated.

“This.”

Hands descended all over poor Hannie’s body, scribbling and pinching at his waist, armpits, sides, tummy…anywhere the boys’ fingers could reach, really.

Jisung screamed, arching his back as helpless laughter began to pour from his lips, cheeks flushing an embarrassed pink.

“Awhh, he’s so ticklish!” Hannah giggled, watching Jisung squeal and throw his body to the left when a hand massaged into his ribs on the right.

“Trust me, they’re all ticklish.” Minho motioned to the whole group.

“YOUHU TOOO!!” Jisung screeched with laughter, squeezing his eyes shut with a huge smile. He let out a helpless plea when Hannah began to squeeze at his left side from her spot behind him.

“STAAAHAHAHAA—!!” Poor Jisung pleaded, the sensations were especially horrible as her nails massaged into his very slightly pudgy skin.

“Yah, Hannah. Use your nails on him; drives him crazy.” Changbin suggested from his spot holding the quokka’s arms hostage.

“Well, if he’s okay with it.” Hannah looked down at Jisung for confirmation, smiling as the boy squeezed his eyes shut with a nod.

Minho held down Jisung’s hips while Hannah straddled him, untucking his shirt and slipping her cold hands up to his tummy, pressing gently to warn him, pulling a loud squeal from the boy beneath her. “I barely even did anything!” She protested.

“Ihit stihill tickled!!” Hannie admitted with a smile. Hannah shook her head before she started, suddenly tickling the expanse of his tummy with one hand while her other hand found the skin of his side and squeezed.

More and more hands joined on his sides and armpits, and Jisung was howling, bucking his hips and arching his back the highest he could before slamming it back down, shaking his head before slamming it down onto Changbin’s thigh in desperation.

“AGHAAAHAHAHAAH YOUR NAILS YOUR NAHAILS OHO MY GAHHAAHAHAA—!!” Jisung babbled incoherently, loud laughter and strangled squeals escaping his throat as he struggled.

“Aweee…Channie remember when we got him with Binnie that one time in the studio a long time ago? He’s still the same, ticklish Sung he was.” Hannah smiled fondly, memories flashing in her eyes.

Poor Hannie turned so red. He really couldn’t handle the teasing.

“Take it, Hannie, this is your punishment.” Minho laughed, causing Jisung to laugh even harder.

Hannah let up after his laughter went silent, smoothing down his shirt gently and wiping away the small tears resting on the boy’s shirt.

“Youhu guys are bruhatal…” Jisung panted, letting out a small whine when Hannah brushed a tear off of his neck.

“Not our fault you’re so ticklish.” Seungmin scoffed.

“Well, now that we’ve finished that game, let’s try something else.” Chan set the Jenga blocks aside to pull another box from below the pile.

“How about Uno?” He smiled seemingly innocently at Felix, who stuck his tongue out at him.

“Sure.” Hannah shrugged, dealing the cards and setting a starting card.

The game mostly continued in an orderly fashion, a few uno’s here and there along with the maknaes’ cheer for victory as the two won.

Soon enough, it was all down to Jisung and Felix, and Jisung sure as hell was not planning on losing again.

“Don’t even—” Felix gasped as a +4 card landed on the pile between the two, the older chirping out a little “Uno!” in between.

He had lost.

Jisung cheered, the other members laughing at the pure shock on Lix’s face.

“Wait wahait—!!” Felix squealed when he was pulled down, trapped in the same way Jisung had been.

Hannah once again took her place on his thighs, making sure to check if the boy was comfortable.

“Please…please no.” He begged breathlessly, gasping when he felt a hand snake up his thigh to his hip. “Please…Jinnie.” He pleaded, the dancer only ramping up his anticipation.

“Sorry, Bbokki.” Was all that came from Hyunjin before Felix felt fingers. Everywhere.

Some scribbled over his underarms mercilessly, while the others mainly attacked his sides, knowing it was a weak spot on him.

“NAAAHAHAHAHA!!” Felix descended into screechy, incoherent laughter.

Hannah only laughed, forcing Felix’s cheeks to turn a flustered shade of red. “You’re just as ticklish as Ji, aren’t you?”

Felix squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head and laughed loudly, anything to drown Hannah’s voice out.

More and more hands than he could handle began to run up his sides and down his thighs.

Felix’s eyes snapped open in horror as he could feel an embarrassing amount of laughter bubble up in his throat.

“P-Pleahease…nonoNO FUHUHUHUHUCK!!” He screamed, twisting side to side as more laughter choked up inside him.

Hannah spidering his tummy with her nails certainly wasn’t helping matters, the almond shape of them adorned with smooth polish that glided over his skin made him feel like he would ascend any second.

“PLEHEHEHEASE AGHAAHAHAAHAA I CAHAHAN’T I CAN’T TAHAHA—PLEASE NOHO!!—” Lixie’s sentences dissolved into incoherence when Hannah mischievously dipped her index finger into his belly button, swirling around with her nail in a torturous way that had him throwing his head back onto Changbin’s lap and screaming out pleas for mercy.

“sTAAHAHAAHAHAPP!!” He shrieked, loud laughter following. “OKAHAY OKAY EHEHENOUGHH!!”

Hands let up for the second time that day, gently rubbing over the spots they had tickled and soothing the poor boy beneath them.

“You ahall suhuck.” Felix choked, panting for the oxygen that had left his lungs, rubbing his hands over his sides to ease the tingly feeling.

“Let’s play Phase 10!!” Changbin cheered. “Really? Another card game?” Seungmin scoffed, earning a “Yah!” from the dwaekki.

“But I suck at Phase 10!!” Chan protested. “Guess you’re losing, then.” Felix laughed. He was hungry for revenge after his previous wrecking.

The game continued, Chan obviously losing; he wouldn’t stop whining about it. “This is so unfair, I’m gonna lose!”

And he lost. Of course he did.

Chan let go and just gave in while Changbin grabbed his arms with a grin. “This is gonna be so bad!”

“Get ready, bro.” Hannah cackled maniacally, throwing Chan’s shirt up with a flourish.

“Please go easy!” Channie pleaded, squeezing his eyes shut when he saw his sister’s nails wiggling over his belly.

“No way! This is too good of an opportunity.” Minho replied ecstatically, placing his hands on the leader’s left ribcage, Jisung following on the right.

“Oh god…” Channie whimpered, feeling two hands on each of his armpits and thighs.

“Three...” Hannah counted, “Twooo…Oneeee….Go!”

Chan screamed as hands kneaded all over his body, thrashing crazily as nails spidered over his tummy.

“Hyung, we’re being gentle!” Minho laughed, softly kneading the skin beneath his fingertips.

“How about let’s not?” Changbin asked, everyone nodding even though they could clearly hear the eldest’s protests and pleas.

The hands only squeezed faster, Hannah smiling fondly down at her brother as his cheeks puffed in a wide smile, dimple showing as he let out more gaspy laughter.

“YAHAAHHAH!! IHIM YOUHOUR HYUNG!!” He shrieked.

“Awhhh, you’re just as ticklish as when we were younger.” Hannah smiled, Chan’s face burning red at the memories of her tickling him silly as a child.

“SHUHUHUT AHAHAHAHAP!!” He screamed over her voice.

“But, I remember you loooved being tickled, isn’t that right?” She grinned maniacally down at her tomato of a brother.

“PLEHEHEHEHEASEE!!”

“Now if I remember correctly, your worst spot was…” She pondered for a moment before evilly placing her hands onto his sides, causing his tummy to twitch.

“Awh, your body’s being honest, how cute.” She teased, motioning to Changbin to tighten his grip on her older brother’s wrists, ensuring no escape for his outstretched torso.

“Hannah…please please please don’t!” Chan pleaded. “Nohoho—AHAHA SHIHIHIHIT!!” He gave up immediately, surrendering to his own laughter and pleas for mercy.

“HAHAHAHANNAHH!!” Poor Channie wailed, her fingers spidering up and down the bare skin, pinching gently and scribbling.

“PLEASE PLEHEHEHEASE AHAHAAHAHA!!”

“Fine fine, you’re still the ticklish baby you were.” Hannah laughed, Changbin following by releasing his arms.

“Awhh, Chan hyung the ticklish baby.” Minho mocked in a cute tone, regretting it immediately with a shriek as Chan pounced onto him.

“Fuck the games, I’ll just wreck you right here in front of everyone.” Chan sneered, settling on Min’s hips but struggling immensely as the younger thrashed around crazily.

“I’ll help.” Changbin approached the wrestling boys, earning loud screams from the middle.

“Oh, Minho’s ticklish?” Hannah asked. “NO I’M NOT—CHAAAN!!” Minho squealed as a finger plunged into his belly button, wiggling around ticklishly and causing the dancer to screech.

“NO! CHAN NONONO LET ME GO!!” Minho choked, face burning bright red as he struggled to hold his laughter in.

“Watch this.” Chan ducked his head next to Minho’s belly. Poor Min screamed and used his hands to shove at Chan’s face while his legs kicked out at Changbin.

The rapper swiftly grabbed his foot and threw his shoe off, scribbling five fingers up Minho’s small sole.

The dancer crumbled into laughter, giggles pouring out of him as he weakened considerably, allowing Changbin to snatch his arms while Chan tickled along his belly.

“Nohoho thihis is soho uhunfair!!” Minho slumped, giving up completely. Everyone gathered around him and placed their hands somewhere along his body.

“Nohoho…” Minho gasped, shuddering as the hands on his sides snuck up his shirt and rested on his bare skin.

Hannah set his head on her lap and held her nails above his neck, establishing the fact that it was a deadly weapon.

“Three…Two…One!!” Chan yelled, ducking his head down to blow a loud, wet raspberry onto the dancer’s v-line.

Minho dissolved into messy cackles, his cute laughter bouncing off of the room as he giggled at the feeling of smooth nails gliding down his neck, along with fingers wiggling up and down his whole body in that torturously gentle way the others had learned drived him crazy.

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOP UGHHH I CAHAHANT BREHEHEHEATHEEE!!” Minho laughed, squeezing his eyes shut and twisting sharply as a finger latched onto a sensitive spot on his upper rib, scratching gently and almost sending the dancer into a frenzy.

“Break time!” Jisung cried, letting up with a flourish as Minho crashed onto the floor in exhaustion.

“aghaaa…thahat was so bahad…” Minho gasped, wrapping his arms around himself.

“Hyunjinnie~” Hannah teased. She felt…weird somehow? As if tickling the others was the only thing able to satiate that burning hunger in her stomach.

Hyunjin gasped. “No…no. Hannah DON’T!!” He squealed when she pinned him down with her hands, going wild on his sides and watching him howl immediately, squirming away from her tickling fingers fruitlessly.

“NOOHOHO STOHOHOP IHIT TIHIHICKLES SOHO BAHAHAD!” Hyunjin pleaded, screaming in betrayal as Changbin pinned his arms up yet again, leaving his torso free for seven pairs of tickling fingers to attack.

“STAHAHAHAHHAHHAAA!!” Hyunjin broke, squealing incoherently and squeaking out pleas for mercy.

“Aweee~” Hannah cooed, making Hyunjin flush a bright red in response.

“YOUHUHU CAHAHAHANT DOHO THIS TO MEHEHEHEE!!” Hyunjin screeched, suddenly letting out a scream when Hannah stuck a finger into his belly button.

“AAAAHHH STOHOHOHOP!!”

Hannah in fact…didn’t stop. Hands only sped up against him, reducing poor Hyune to an absolute mess, incoherent pleas pouring from him and legs kicking out desperately behind him.

“AHHAA— stohohohohop PLEHEHEHEHAHAGAHHA!!” He babbled, finally giving in, throwing his head back and laughing and laughing.

“Okay, everyone I think he’s done.” Hannah squinted, letting up with her nails as everyone detached their fingers from his sensitive torso.

Hyune whined, soothing hands rubbing all over his sides and tummy to calm him down.

“Binnie next!!” Felix shouted, pouncing onto the surprised rapper, who shouted as Hyunjin immediately regained his breath and ran to help Felix.

Entwining his long fingers with Binnie’s small ones, Chan was immediately able to yank his arms up halfway, but struggled to pin them properly.

“Yah!! Innie, help.” Chan grunted, the maknae scrambling over to assist his hyung.

Soon enough, Changbin was pinned down appropriately, groaning when his shirt was pulled from its neat tuck.

“Please go easy!” He gasped when a finger stroked up his belly.

“Awhh, how cute. Look, he’s already turning red.” Chan cooed, pointing at the blush sneaking up poor Changbin’s face.

“Shut up….” Binnie mumbled in embarrassment.

“Awe, he wants us to shut up. So how about we just…don’t?” Felix shrugged.

Hannah laughed hard as Changbin screamed, hands descending along every spot on his body and wiggling along his squishy skin.

“STOHOHOHOHOP, YOU BRAHAHAHATS!!” He shrieked when Jeongin and Seungmin took turns tickling their fingers up one thigh at a time.

“You’re so strong normally, Bun. Look how you’re so weak and blushy just ‘cause of a little tickling~” Minho teased, watching as right on time like clockwork, Changbin’s face turned a familiar shade of pink.

“Look, so strong, but blushing so hard just because of a few teases.” Chan sighed with a smile, earning a high pitched, flustered, squeal from the boy beneath him.

“AHAA—FELIX NOHOHO!!” Changbin pleaded when Felix pulled his shirt up slightly. Hannah ran over to place his head in her lap.

“Nah. I wanna.” Felix grinned, leaning his head down slowly to listen to Binnie’s embarrassed begging, before latching righhht onto the lower part of his tummy.

Hannah made sure Chan and Minho had their grip on Changbin’s arms before she went crazy with her nails all over his armpits.

Binnie let out an glass shattering scream, thrashing around harder than he ever had before stilling completely and letting out a plethora of joyful laughter, mainly cute cackles.

“P-PLEHEHEHEHEHAHAAHAAA—” And then his laughter was silent. Dead silent.

Felix let up after that one raspberry, knowing that if he continued, he’d probably kill the rapper underneath him.

“It was one raspberry, Bunny!” Minho laughed in disbelief at the way Changbin slumped bonelessly the second they had let go of his limbs.

“Jeongin, Jeongin!!” Seungmin cheered, pulling him down and pinning him properly.

“Wait wait wait—NO!!” Jeongin kicked out at the pairs of arms coming to pin him down.

He finally succumbed, allowing Hannah to place his head on her lap, as normal.

“Plehease…go easy.” Jeongin pleaded gently.

“Okay, then neck tickles for two minutes.” Chan proposed.

“No way! That’s longer than everyone else!!” Jeongin protested.

“Yeah, but soft tickles.”

“Fine.” Jeongin sighed, waiting for Hannah’s nails to finally come down onto his oh-so-sensitive neck.

He whimpered as a nail traced down the area, squeaking when he felt another hand suddenly trail down his tummy. “Yohohu sahaid—!!”

“Shhh…” Hannah shoothed him, feeling the way his body jolted as more hands began trailing down his body.

“Ahahahagah I cahahahant tahahake thihihis!! Ihihits tohohohorture!!” Jeongin giggled, twisting aggressively away from the tickly tracing.

“Juhuhuhust go rohohough alreheady!”

“Fine.”

Hands scribbled down every single tickle spot, Hannah’s nails included on his neck.

Being the ticklish maknae he was, Jeongin crumbled instantly. “PLEHEHEHEASE!! NOHOHOT THE NAHAHAHAILS!!”

“Too bad.”

Jeongin squealed once and then his laughter was gone. Normally, he’d last longer, but with eighty fingers? Done.

“Okahay…” The others let up, consoling the poor boy as he gasped for air.

“Hmhmhm~” Seungmin stood up and began to walk out of the room, trying to seem casual by humming a tune.

“Seungmin?~” He heard Hannah’s voice.

Shit.

“Get him!” Seungmin tried to run, but was immediately taken down by the eight pairs of arms wrapped around him, Changbin slightly weaker because of his previous wrecking.

“Please! You don’t have to—AAAAHH!!” Seungmin didn’t even get a chance to explain. All the members had increasing lee moods from the amount of wreckings that had already happened, and were now taking it out on him.

“please…NOOHOHOHOHO!!” He dissolved into loud laughter the moment he felt eighty fingers wiggling over his sensitive spots.

Hannah seated herself on his thighs. “Oh, Minnie? Ya know, when me and your sis were on call together, she let slip a smalll weak spot of yours~”

Seungmin’s eyes widened in horror.

“How about righttt…here?” She dipped her index finger right into his belly button.

“AAAAHHHH!!” Everybody flinched.

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE IHI CAHANT TAHAKE IHIT IN THERE—AGH!!” Hannah squished along the small button, scraping her nail along the side and listening to Seungmin’s hysterical squeals.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard Seungmin laugh this hard.” Chan noticed. Jeongin laughed. “Yeah, I think nails are his weakness.”

“STOHAAHAAHAAA!!” Seungmin pleaded weakly, laughter already cutting out into silence.

“Okay, he looks like he’s gonna faint.” Hannah pulled her finger out, making sure not to accidentally poke the button on the way.

Exhausted, everyone sat down, Jeongin gently calming a giggly Seungmin.

“We didn’t even get to play the board games.” Chan gestured to them defeatedly.

“But, because of them, now I know how much you guys love tickling.” Hannah shrugged, prompting loud, embarrassed noises from each member.

“Please. I saw how happy y’all were to tickle each other, and I’m not blind.” She smiled loftily.

“Well, you liked it too!” And she was blushing.

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