#Stray Kids tickle

[felixswifeykyk]

They definitely tickled him 😂(hyunjin, felix and channie) 🤭

[skzooweemama]

Y/n tickling the members to get what she (or they, whichever gender you write for!) wants??

I feel like tiny fics of that would be sososoo adorable😫

Ty but you can ignore this if you want!😅

yesss this is my fav kind of tk stuff 😈😈

tiny fics it is!

plz excuse how long i've been gone- life kinda took me through the ringer in the last two months...

but i'm back for now!! and i wanted to say thanks for 100 followers! y'all are the best!!

i hope you all had a happy holiday season!! enjoy!!

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Bang Chan:

chan was unaware that he was no longer alone until he felt a soft touch on his back that startled him so much he nearly screamed. he hadn't heard the door open while wearing his recording headphones, and now he was paying for it. whipping around in the chair, chan's racing heart was immediately calmed upon seeing you standing behind him. he sighed in relief as he pulled his headphones down to sit around his neck.

"jesus- you scared me..." chan groaned, rubbing his eyes.

"i'm sorry, channie. i didn't mean to startle you." you replied, smiling sheepishly. chan nodded, turning back to save what he was working on. "how's it going?"

chan hummed. "well, i can't get this chord progression right and the defaults on this program are pretty hard to change, so not too great..." he trailed off again, eyes focused on the audio files disguised as colorful bars on his monitor.

you nodded in understanding (even though chan's back was to you) and glanced at the clock on your phone. it was nearing 11pm and it was clear he wasn't gonna get much further without some sleep.

"do you maybe wanna call it a night?" you asked, your tone soft as your hands made their way to his shoulders. he was holding a lot of tension there. again.

"is that why you're here?" chan shot back, causing you to roll your eyes.

"i'm just worried about you, baby. seriously, all you're doing right now is getting yourself worked up. wouldn't some sleep help?" you were trying to be diplomatic, but here was your boyfriend, stubborn as always.

"you know how sleep is."

"alright, now you're just being difficult. c'mon, i made dinner." you said finally, going to grab his coat from the coat rack. of course, chan did not listen and was still typing away when you came back. "christopher bahng, let's go."

and yet again, he ignored you.

you groaned loudly and threw his coat down, now determined to get his butt up and out of this studio. for a moment, you played with the idea of giving him one last warning, but... it really had been too long since you've seen him laugh anyway.

“your funeral…” you muttered, reaching around the back of the chair to grab at chan’s sides.

“what are you- AH!!” he cried out as soon he felt your fingers on his ticklish skin and then broke off into his squeaky giggles. “wait!! nahaha!!”

“i’ll only stop if you agree to come home~" you singsonged, your fingers tickling anywhere you could reach as chan thrashed in his seat. you knew how ticklish he was, he wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer.

chan shook his head "no" for only a moment before he felt your fingers dig into his lowest ribs. "NAHAHA OKAY!!" he relented, giggling madly. you took your hands away as he caught his breath. "alright, lehet's... let's go home now."

you chuckled and pressed a kiss to the crown of his head. "that's what i like to hear!"

Lee Know:

sometimes eating really took too much energy. it was a complete hassle, especially now. you were so close to finishing a giant assignment for university and you were completely locked in. of course, this is the moment your stomach decided to inform you that it is empty.

the hunger pains hit you like a truck, and you groaned as your train of thought was completely derailed. a glance at the time told you that you had been working for hours, which must've been the reason why you were feeling ravenous.

after much deliberation, you decided that you were at a decent stopping point on your assignment, especially seeing as it wasn't due for another couple days. time to go find some food.

the hallway was pitch black when you finally emerged from your office. it had become pretty stuffy in the time you were in there and you took a deep breath as you made your way to the kitchen. it was dark in there as well, and you assumed minho had probably gone to bed awhile ago.

no matter! you were perfectly capable of making yourself something to eat.

at least, that's what you thought before you ended up standing in the refrigerator light, staring down all the options before you. it was much too overwhelming for your tired brain to handle and you ended up standing there for much longer than intended.

arms snaking around your waist and a nose burying itself into your neck was enough to snap you out of your haze.

"what're you doing, jagi?" minho purred in your ear as you grasped at the arms around you.

you leaned back into him. "'m hungry..." you sighed, shutting your eyes briefly.

minho huffed out a small laugh. "yeah? you should eat something. staring at the food won't do anything."

you groaned and turned towards him, wrapping him in an embrace of your own. "i'm too tireddd..." you whined.

"awe, you're too tired? my poor baby." minho hummed, and you could practically feel him smiling against your shoulder.

"don't tease me." you said, smacking his back lightly. "you should be making me food, though. i worked really hard today. i deserve it."

"do you?" he fired back, tone lilting and even more teasing now that you were getting worked up.

"yes! will you? please?" you pulled away from the hug just slightly to give him your best puppy eyes.

minho hummed like he was thinking. "i dunno... i'm kind of tired too..."

"minnn!" you whined once again, squeezing him tightly. as you did, your fingers dug into his sides just slightly, causing him to jolt in your hold.

"yah! don't do that!" minho cried out, suddenly desperate to escape from you.

you laughed as you realized what had happened and dug into his sides once again. "do what? hm?" he bit back a squeal and pushed at your shoulders. "if it tickles so bad, make me food~" you cooed.

minho's blushing face and red were illuminated by the light of the fridge. he looked so cute, but of course he still had to be sassy. "starve." he choked out, still fighting his own laughter.

you raised an eyebrow. "oh? if you won't make me any food, i guess i'll have to look elsewhere." you shrugged and gave him a devilish smirk, before diving forward to begin to nibble at his sensitive neck.

"AHH!! NOHO!!" minho laughed, shoving at your harder now. you held him fast and giggled into his neck at his reactions, which brought out his snorting and made you giggle harder.

the two of you stood in the soft light of the refrigerator, you tickling and minho laughing and trying to fight you off, until he finally relented and agreed to make you some food. he huffed and puffed and called you annoying, but you knew he didn't mean it. it was his fault that he was so sensitive, after all.

Changbin:

it almost seemed like the clock was moving extra slow to taunt you. when changbin said he'd be at the gym for a while, you didn't realize he would be gone this long. it had been nearly 3 hours! you couldn't imagine what he was doing that took so long. stray kids did have a big comeback tour soon, but usually that meant they'd rest in the weeks before they left. surely chan wasn't encouraging changbin to work out this much.

just as you were about to send a text to check in on him, you heard the front door open. moments later, changbin came around the corner and into the dining room where you were sat, doing some work.

"hi baby! how was the gym?" you greeted, beaming at him.

your smile faltered a bit when you took in his appearance. he looked tired and worried, with his brow drawn up and a far-away look in his eyes. you also noticed his hair was damp with sweat, meaning he didn't shower at the gym like normal.

he offered you a small smile and came over to kiss your forehead softly. "it was alright, nothing special." he patted your shoulder and turned to head down the hall. "i'm going to take a shower."

changbin was gone for a quite a while, and in that time you made dinner for the both of you and waited patiently for him to come out. the shower eventually stopped, but instead of him coming to investigate the smell of food like he usually would, you heard the bedroom door shut. you decided to give him some space and ate alone. after another hour, you decided to bring the food to him, just in case he was really too tired to come eat.

"baby?" you called into the bedroom before opening up the door all the way. "i have food for you! do you-," you cut yourself off as your eyes adjusted to the dim light in the bedroom.

changbin was sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed, legs drawn up to his chest as tears streamed down his cheeks.

"oh my god." you whispered, quickly setting the food on the dresser and practically falling to the floor to take him into your arms. "bin, my baby, what's wrong?"

changbin leaned into your embrace and sniffled, choking back a sob. "the comeback- i don't look good enough- i can't-," he barely got the words out, but you understood immediately.

"oh bin, you're so beautiful and strong- you know all your fans admire you for it!" you cradled the back of his head as he leaned into you and kissed the side of his head. "i do too, of course i do... please don't think so negatively of yourself."

changbin nodded against your shoulder, hands fisted in the sweatshirt you were wearing. "i know, i know. 's hard sometimes."

you hummed in acknowledgement and moved so you could take his face in your hands. "it is, i have days like that too." you wiped at the tear stains on his puffy cheeks and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "but you help me out of them, yeah? so i'll help you too."

changbin nodded once again, flushing slightly at your actions. you giggled when he averted his gaze, trailing your hands down his neck and to his shoulders, and then to his chest. you gave him a teasing look and squeezed his pecs gently. he flushed a deeper shade of red, and bit his lip, swatting at your hands gently.

"you're so strong, my love. and so handsome. i can't help but feel you up~" you giggled, leaning forward to kiss his warm cheeks. changbin opened his mouth to say something, but instead a gasp came out when you ran your fingers over the ticklish spot on the side of his chest. "oh? are you feeling ticklish right now?"

changbin shook his head, intent on scrambling away from you. "bahaby, please!" he pleaded as you caught him in a bear hug.

once you had a good grip, you used your body weight to slow him down and dug into his weak spot with a fervor. changbin screamed immediately, throwing his head back and breaking into loud cackles right after. you laughed at his silly giggles and tickled him some more.

"do you promise to come to me next time you're feeling sad?" you asked once you thought he'd had enough.

"YEHES!!" changbin shrieked, still fighting you (but just barely). his face way flushed and more tears streaked his cheeks, but you knew these ones were good. you let him go, but not before drowning him in about a million kisses.

Hyunjin:

it had been about a year since you'd been able to go home to america, and honestly it was fine with you. sure, you missed your family and friends from back home, but you had made new friends here and met the love of your life. plus, your parents visited just last month. what was there to miss?

ah. that's right. american snacks.

korean snacks were good, but none of them were like what you had back home. none of them tasted like your childhood in the same way a good old bag of american cheetos did. sometimes you think you'd sell your body parts for just one taste of something overly processed from your home country.

when hyunjin ended up leaving for tour in the states, you knew this was your chance. while he was there, you sent him a list of snacks to bring back for you. and he did, arriving home about 9 weeks later with your goodies.

you tried your hardest to savor them, but unfortunately it was yet another good thing that was gone too soon. you were back to missing your snacks once again.

that was, until you came home one afternoon to see hyunjin with a collection of entirely new snacks.

"where did you get those?" you asked as soon as you laid eyes on the items.

"what, no hi first?" hyunjin snarked back at you, and you rolled your eyes.

"hi, baby." you said, not at all sarcastically. "where did you get those?"

hyunjin shrugged. "care package."

you looked at him dumbfounded. "from who?" as far as you knew, he had no american friends.

"your mom." he replied curtly, reaching to grab a small bag of oreo bites from the hoard.

"my mom?! and she didn't send anything for me?" you cried out dramatically, looking through the pile of packaging for any sign of a care package for you.

"it might've been addressed to me and you, but honestly i think i'll just keep it all to myself." hyunjin's voice was teasing, but his words made your blood boil. you leveled an icy glare at his stupidly handsome face.

"you better share." you growled, walking towards him slowly. he just shrugged and moved the pile closer to himself. "hwang hyunjin!"

hyunjin stuck his tongue out at you childishly. "make me~"

even though heat rose to your cheeks at his words, you still wanted those snacks. and maybe you wanted to humble your cheeky boyfriend just a little too.

"fine." you shrugged, giving hyunjin a devilish smile as you rounded the coffee table. you plopped down on the couch and tackled him onto his back, your hand immediately finding the familiar spot on his right side. hyunjin didn't put up much of a fight as you dug your fingers into the spot and burst into loud cackles. you cooed at him teasingly, moving so you caged him in beneath you. "aww, did someone wanna be tickled?"

"GAHAHA!! NOHOHO!!" he cried out, throwing his head back as more screams of mirth poured from his lips.

"no? are you sure? does that mean i can have some of the snacks?" you punctuated this question with a jab to his ribs on the left side, which had him gasping and reaching for your hands.

"WAHAHAIT!! AH- AHAHA!! PLEHEHEASE!!" hyunjin forced the words out between loud laughs, his hips bucking from beneath you. you leaned forward to see glistening trails of tears running down his cheeks. you didn't wanna kill him, so you let up on the attacks on his midsection in favor of scratching gently at his neck.

hyunjin was panting and squirming beneath you, soft giggles escaping him as he looked up at you with half-lidded, teary eyes. god, he was so attractive.

"so? are you done being a snack tyrant?" you asked, smiling down at him and dropping a kiss to his wet cheek.

hyunjin shivered when you accidentally scratched at the especially sensitive spot below his right ear, and nodded. "yehehes, yes i'm dohone!"

finally, you stopped your tickling and dropped a quick peck on his lips. "good! i've been craving cheetos like crazy." you chirped as you climbed off of him.

hyunjin sighed and watched you go searching through the pile. you were lucky he loved you so much. he didn't share snacks with just anyone after all.

Han:

"han jisung, i swear to everything that is good and holy, if you sing that song one more time, i'm going to freak out!"

"babyyyy! ed sheeran is so good! i can't help it!"

this had been an ongoing argument for most of the day. you just wanted some help decorating for christmas, and of course your wonderful boyfriend was more than willing to help. you expected a day of holiday music, a fire in the fire place, and maybe some hot cocoa. instead, jisung had officially ruined "shape of you" by ed sheeran (although, let's be honest, that song was pretty much ruined anyway). over and over and over again he sang the chorus. sometimes loud, sometimes soft, sometimes in english, and sometimes poorly translated in korean. he said he needed the practice for when they translated their own songs, but that seemed like an excuse.

regardless, you were at your wit's end and you just needed him to stop.

"my love, you know i adore your singing, but please pick a new song. there are so many nice christmas songs!" you said, rooting through box after box in search of your christmas tree star.

jisung was looking through a box of his own and sighed loudly at your words. "fineee. it's just stuck in my head!" you shot him a look. "...but i'll find something else to sing..." he grumbled in defeat.

"good. ah!" you reached into the box and pulled out the shiny gold star. "found it. wanna put it at the top of the tree for me, ji?" jisung immediately perked up and nodded, grabbing the star from you and quickly scaling the ladder you had set up next to the tree. you laughed and stood behind him, grasping his waist when he wobbled a bit as he reached to set the star on top. "be careful!" you scolded playfully, giving his waist a squeeze.

jisung nearly fell of the later again when he felt the squeeze, clasping his hands over yours as he buckled over with a yelp. you giggled and took your hands off him as he climbed down.

"sorry baby, i didn't mean to tickle you~" you cooed, kissing his reddening cheek. jisung pouted a bit at you, but when you moved to grab his hips again, he ran back to the boxes to find the lights and ornaments.

the two of you spent another hour decorating the tree without much more incident. the lights were sort of a pain to untangle after having been in storage, but eventually you had gotten them placed on the tree while jisung began to hang ornaments from the highest branches. after the lights were all plugged in, you went back to get some ornaments of your own. jisung was still stood on the ladder with his back turned to you when you heard a faint murmur.

"girl you know i want your love..." the sound just barely reached your ears, but it was enough to draw your attention.

"jisung. what was that?" you asked, crossing your arms. jisung made a coughing sound, glancing back at you briefly.

"um. nothing?" his words were unsure, and you knew he was being a little liar because of the blush sneaking up the back of his neck.

"oh really? did ed sheeran's ghost just invade our home then? because i was sure i heard someone singing shape of you again." you said, words teasing as you walked back over to where jisung stood on the ladder.

"yeah! yeah that must be it. i dunno what else it could be." he still wouldn't look at you.

"oh you don't? well i definitely do." with that, you reached up and started squeezing at his hips. jisung was just able to hang the last ornament in his grasp before he squealed and collapsed backwards. luckily he wasn't too far off the ground and you could catch him before he hurt himself.

you wrapped you arms around him, hands poised to attack his sensitive little waist. jisung craned his head back to look at you, his eyes wide and pleading.

"baby! please don't!! i'm sorry, i won't sing it again!" he whined, squirming in anticipation.

you gave him a look of faux sympathy before you dug right back into his flesh. the pinching, massaging, and scratching had jisung weak in the knees as loud laughter escaped him.

"GAHAHA!! NOHOHO!!" he shrieked, kicking out. you sure were glad that you were behind him now.

you giggled at his reactions and pressing ticklish kisses to the back of his neck, causing him to throw his head back and wack you in the nose.

immediately, you let him go with a cry of pain and cupped your throbbing nose. blood poured from your nostrils, covering your hands and face.

"oh no! oh no, baby, i'm so sorry-" jisung cried, pulling you into a tight hug, clearly not caring that he was wearing a white sweatshirt. when he pulled away, he took your face into his hands. "lemme see. i need to see if it's broken." after a trip to the bathroom to stem the bleeding and some poking and prodding, it was determined that nothing was broken. some cuddles on the couch healed your bruised ego, however, that was probably the last time you'd tickle your boyfriend for a while.

Felix:

"felixxx! you know i can't make them like you do... will you please help me?" you whined, throwing yourself dramatically on the bed.

you were on your period and absolutely fiending for some of your boyfriend's brownies. they were relatively simple to make, but you could never make them like felix did. and now he was outright refusing to make you any, instead playing games on his PC with seungmin. what were you supposed to do??

felix snorted out a laugh at your words but made no move to turn away from his game. he had been playing league of legends with seungmin since he got home from rehearsal. which was only like an hour ago, but still- didn't they get enough of each other already?

"are you even beating him?" you asked, now staring up at the ceiling.

felix let out an affirmative hum. "yep, he's losing. badly." he sounded way too smug.

you scoffed and sat back up. "yeah? i doubt it." you moved to stand beside his gaming chair and took a look at his monitor screen. it looked like felix was winning. "huh. surprising."

your boyfriend huffed at you and reached over to grab at your side.

"hey!" you cried out, jumping away from him and muttering, "jerk."

"watch it, i won't help you if you're mean to me."

you groaned, and sat back down on the foot of the bed. felix went back to his game and you watched him, praying he'd be done after this last round. the gentle clicking of his keyboard would be relaxing- if you weren't craving the brownies with every part of your being. no matter, you could be patient.

thankfully, by the time your patience had worn thin, felix was powering down his PC. you sat up, ready to go make the brownies and finally halt your craving in its tracks, when you were tackled back onto the bed. a head of blond hair started nuzzling into the crook of your neck, and the familiar tickling feeling make you jolt.

"gah! i thought we were gonna make brownies!" you cried out, making felix's chuckles reverberate through your body. in sharp contrast to your words, your hands just naturally slipped beneath his sweater and began to trace shapes on his back.

"'m tired." felix grumbled against your neck. you knew he was being a little shit to get you angry. you could practically feel him smirking.

"lix! please? can't we cuddle after?" you were getting more and more restless.

he made another noncommittal noise, so you decided to take matters into your own hands. literally.

"felix, if you don't get up and help me make brownies, i will tickle you within an inch of your life." as the threat left your mouth, you wrapped your arms tightly around his waist.

"i- what? GAH!"

you dug your fingers into his sides when you didn't hear an immediate "yes i'll help you", and felix immediately began to thrash on top of you, desperate to get away. but your hold was tight and you weren't budging until he gave you the answer you wanted.

"NAHAHA!! I'M SOHOHORRY PLEHEHEASE!!" felix screamed, barely able to speak through his laughter. he was so loud, especially since he was right by your ear. part of you hoped he learned his lesson soon, but the other, more sadistic part of you hoped you could tickle him until he passed out.

fortunately for felix, you did still want those brownies. you let up your attack just a bit so he could catch his breath and finally agree to help you out. he did, pulling away from you with a flushed face and frizzy hair, still giggling like a kid.

you smiled and smoothed his hair out, pressing a kiss to his lips before scooting off the bed. the rest of the evening was spent in the kitchen, felix teaching you how to perfect his recipe and you marveling at just how lucky you were.

Seungmin:

movie nights with all of the members of stray kids were your favorite, no contest. you always had so much fun when all nine of you gathered together to watch whatever film they voted on, either taking over one of the dorms or your apartment. in dating seungmin, you gained a whole friend group that you couldn't be more thankful for on top of a cute, caring, and funny boyfriend.

tonight, the movie was kill bill: volume 2 (you had watched the first one all together last week), and you all were wondering if the bride would actually kill bill this time. unfortunately, you never got the answer to that question because you ended up falling asleep only 30 minutes into the movie.

"hey," a soft voice roused you. "we're gonna head out, is seungmin okay staying here?"

you opened your eyes to make out the form of chan standing over you with a soft smile on his face. everyone else was standing by the door, and they waved "bye" when you looked over.

"yeah, yeah, no, he's fine. where is he-," as you went to sit up, you felt a weight on your lap and looked down to see seungmin fast asleep on your lap. chan giggled a bit at you, and you gave him a sheepish smile. "ah. yeah, he's fine."

"alright. let me know what you thought of the movie if you get a chance to finish it." he said, headed towards the door to join his members. you nodded and waved as they left.

after the front door shut, you rubbed your eyes and stretched, reaching for your phone on the coffee table beside you. the screen lit up and you saw that it was late. oh well, you had weekend off, as did seungmin.

your eyes moved to the boy sleeping in your lap. he was on his side facing you, his cheek squished against your thighs as he let out soft, hardly audible breaths. you smiled. he was pretty cute when he was asleep. he was cute all the time, but when he was sleeping he had the tendency to be significantly less annoying.

while you were perfectly content staying on the couch and allowing seungmin to use you as a pillow, your bladder had other ideas.

you really had to pee.

at first, you tried to move gently off of your lap, but either he was really heavy or you were really weak because he was not moving. no matter, you just had to wake him up. it wasn't ideal, especially because he gets grumpy after naps, but peeing yourself was not on your agenda tonight.

gently, you brushed his bangs away from his eyes and patted his cheek. "min? baby, i have to pee. why don't you go get some clothes to change into and i'll meet you in my bed?"

seungmin groaned, turning to bury his face further into your lap.

you sighed and ran your fingers through his hair. "can you move just a bit? please?" no response from the sleepy boy. "kim seungmin, i swear to god..." you muttered.

suddenly, an idea came to you. it was mean, but you had no choice if he wasn't going to move on his own. you moved your hand from his hair and rested it on the nape of his neck. seungmin didn't react, so you gently scratched at his skin.

he shifted and tried to pull away from your hand while still using your legs as a pillow. you felt him start to shake as he tried to bite back his giggles. he was awake, that brat.

"seungmin, i know you're awake~," you cooed, bringing your other hand to double the attack on his neck. "better move or this will get a whole lot worse."

seungmin rolled over just enough so that you could see the sleepy smile on his lips as he giggled. "nohoho!"

"no? alright, whatever you say." changing tactics, you reached down and began to massage his sides quickly. your boyfriend let out a yelp of surprise and tried to roll away, which only ended up with him on the ground.

you followed him as he went, tickling wherever you could reach when he landed on his front. once he was fully off of you, you squeezed his hips one more time, patted his butt, and got up to run to the bathroom. seungmin whined at you, promising revenge.

he wasn't actually gonna do anything to you, he was too tired. that is, until you turned around before you reached the hallway and stuck your tongue out at him. oh, you were in for it.

I.N:

as much as you loved your boyfriend, sometimes he sucked, especially when you wanted to cuddle. granted, you knew when you started dating him that he was not one for a lot of physical touch. in fact it was one of the first things you learned about him.

however, once you started dating him, you realized that you were his kyptonite. he didn't like cuddling unless he was cuddling you. he hated to admit it, but it was true.

it was friday and your week had been complete shit. with changes happening to the company you worked for, you had been at risk of getting laid off. you didn't, thankfully, but you did lose a few coworkers that you were close to and now you had to take on their workload as well. all in all, it was beyond stressful and you just needed some affection.

jeongin knew that. of course he did.

so why was he cleaning the kitchen instead of joining you on the couch?

"innie! please? i'm so lonely..." you called from the couch, slumped over dramatically.

"in a minute, jagi. i have to finish cleaning up." he said, glancing up at you with a smile that was just big enough for his dimples to peek out. god, he would be the death of you.

you looked away from him to avoid flustering yourself and crossed your arms over your chest. "yeah, whatever. dinner wasn't even that messy..."

jeongin chuckled at your words and went back to cleaning.

about ten minutes later, you decided the kitchen was clean enough. you pulled yourself from the couch and walked into the kitchen, pulling him into a back hug.

"are you getting restless?" he asked, his voice teasing.

"i miss you..." you mumbled into his back.

"missed me? where have i been that caused you to miss me?" at his words, you reached beneath his sweatshirt and tweaked his side. he let out an "ah!" and tried to pull away from your grip.

you giggled. "don't be a smartass. come cuddle."

"i will, i will. i just need to- AH! dohon't!!" you cut him off with his own giggles as you started squeezing his sides again. jeongin collapsed forward, leaning against the counter as you tickled him gently.

you weren't sure where you got the idea to do this, but it seemed to be encouraging him to listen for once.

at least, that was until he suddenly broke free from your grasp and began to run like his life depended on it.

"hey!" you cried out, following him down the hallway.

jeongin slipped into the bedroom and tried to shut it before you could get in, but you caught the door before it swung shut and tackled him onto the bed. you boyfriend started laughing in anticipation before you even touched him, which was so cute that you couldn't just let him go now.

though he was stronger than you, you managed to pin him in a way that allowed you one free hand to wreck every spot you could reach. you squeezed his sides, scratched his tummy, counted his ribs, and even dug into his armpits when he tried to push you away.

jeongin was thoroughly exhausted by the time you were done with him, red, tear-streaked face and all. he was practically boneless as you let him go, only moving to pull you into his chest and press a kiss to your hair.

finally, you got the cuddles you craved (and one slightly vengeful boyfriend), and your shitty week suddenly had a bright side.

[minnielvrr]

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 sensation 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.

"just a little longer love, i wanna hear your cute giggles just a little more," you'd crooned in his ear, flustering him beyond anything you'd done before.

“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.

[skzdiary]

i found a close up 😭

tags: @itzsana-kiddingmenow @leeknowstan33 @hansloveleeknow @dreamingstraykids @jeonginsdiary @felixswifeykyk @soap143 @sugary-sweet-anon @hearted-anon

[leegemma]

NOT YOUNG K LITERALLY (KIND OF) TELLING US HE USED TO TICKLE CHAN!?!?

[ticklish-hanji]

Seungmin tickling Minho

(He went for his sweet spot too)

[dreamingstraykids]

Hello! Can you write lee!Jiusng please? Maybe with ler!Stray kids or Bangchan? It will be funny. Thankss :)

TICKLE STORM

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This is a tickle FIC. If u are uncomfortable keep scrolling

Lee! Han 🐿️

Lers! Stray Kids 🫶🏻

Thanks for the request. I hope you like it 🫶🏻

Note: the way I love Han’s laughter 🫠🫠

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It was a rare evening where Stray Kids had no schedule. The dorm was buzzing with energy, as the members gathered in the living room, brainstorming what to do with their free time. Lee Know was lounging on the couch, Felix was baking cookies in the kitchen, and Bang Chan had just walked in with a mischievous grin.

Han Jisung, oblivious to the trouble brewing, was lying on the floor, scrolling through his phone with his legs resting on Hyunjin’s lap. He wore an oversized hoodie and shorts, a combination that left his sensitive legs dangerously exposed.

“I’m bored,” Bang Chan announced, rubbing his hands together.

“We could play a game,” Seungmin suggested, though his sly glance at Han hinted at an entirely different idea.

“Truth or dare?” Changbin offered, smirking.

Bang Chan shook his head. “Too tame. I think we should tickle the boredom away.” His eyes locked onto Han, who immediately froze, realizing he was the target.

“Wait! No, no, no!” Han scrambled to sit up, his voice a mix of panic and laughter already. “Guys, don’t even think about it!”

“Why not?” Hyunjin teased, poking Han’s side and grinning when the younger boy flinched. “You’re basically asking for it with how ticklish you are.”

“Yeah, it’s been a while since we tested your limits,” Lee Know added, stretching dramatically as if warming up for the inevitable.

“Test my limits?! Are you trying to kill me?” Han squeaked, backing up against the wall.

Before he could escape, Bang Chan lunged forward, trapping Han with a playful grin. “Sorry, Jisungie, but this is happening.”

“Chan-hyung, please—” Han’s plea was cut off as Bang Chan’s fingers darted to his ribs, squeezing lightly. The result was instant. Han burst into uncontrollable giggles, squirming as he tried to wiggle free.

“Hyung! NOHOHOHO!” Han cried out, his high-pitched laughter filling the room.

“That’s adorable,” Felix called from the kitchen, peeking his head out to watch the chaos unfold. “Get him for me, Chan!”

“Gladly!” Bang Chan replied, adding more pressure to Han’s ribs.

Hyunjin, not wanting to miss out, grabbed Han’s ankle, scribbling his fingers across the sole of his sock-covered foot. “Wow, he’s so sensitive here,” Hyunjin noted, laughing along with Han’s hysterics.

“NO! Hyunjin, NOT THEREE AHAHAHAH!” Han shrieked, his laughter bordering on silent. He flailed his arms and legs, trying to kick Hyunjin away, but it was useless.

“Let me try,” Changbin said, joining the fun. He knelt by Han’s knees and began gently pinching the sensitive spots.

“AHHH! BINNIE-HYUNG! NOOO! PLEASE AHAHAHAH” Han was a mess now, tears forming in his eyes as his laughter rang out uncontrollably.

Even Seungmin, who usually played the observer, couldn’t resist. “His neck is a weak spot, right?” he asked, crawling closer and wiggling his fingers under Han’s chin.

“Seungmin, don’t you dare!NOOO! HAHAHAHAHAH! ” Han managed to gasp between fits of laughter.

“Too late,” Seungmin said with a wicked grin, gently skittering his fingers along Han’s neck and making the boy squirm like crazy.

Lee Know, who had been watching with an amused smile, finally decided to join in. He grabbed Han’s arm and gently dug into his armpits. “You didn’t think you’d escape me, did you?”

“STOP! STOHOP! I CAN’T!” Han was thrashing now, his voice hoarse from laughter.

“Okay, okay, let’s give him a break,” Bang Chan said, finally pulling back. The rest of the members reluctantly let go, leaving Han sprawled on the floor, gasping for air. His face was bright red, and his hoodie was halfway up his torso from all the struggling.

“You guys are the worst,” Han mumbled, though the smile on his face betrayed any real anger.

“Admit it, you love it,” Bang Chan teased, ruffling Han’s hair.

“I do not!” Han protested, pouting.

“Sure you don’t,” Lee Know said with a smirk. “You’re just too cute when you laugh.”

Felix came over with a tray of cookies, kneeling beside Han. “Here, Jisungie, you earned these.”

Han grabbed a cookie and took a bite, still catching his breath. “You guys owe me so much.”

Han was still sprawled on the floor, desperately trying to recover from the first round of tickle attacks, but the other members weren’t done with him yet.

“Alright, alright,” Han said between gasps, holding up his hands in surrender. “You had your fun. Can we call a truce now?”

Bang Chan exchanged a glance with Lee Know, a mischievous glint in both their eyes. “A truce? Hmm…” Chan pretended to think, tapping his chin dramatically. “What do you guys think?”

“I think he’s asking for more,” Hyunjin said with a grin.

“Nohoho, I’m not!” Han yelped, trying to scoot away.

“Sorry, Jisungie,” Seungmin said, cracking his knuckles. “You know the rule: no mercy.”

Before Han could protest, Felix pounced on him from behind, wrapping his arms around Han’s torso. “I’ve got him, guys!” Felix giggled, holding Han in place as the others closed in.

“Felix, let me go! You’re supposed to be on my side!” Han cried, twisting helplessly in Felix’s hold.

“Not today, mate,” Felix replied, skittering his fingers along Han’s sides. Han immediately burst into another fit of giggles, squirming like a fish out of water.

“Perfect! He’s pinned!” Changbin announced, diving for Han’s legs. He grabbed both ankles, pulling off Han’s socks with a flourish. “Bare feet, let’s go!”

“Changbin-hyung, NOOO! NOT BARE AHAHAHAHA!” Han screamed, his voice already hoarse from laughing.

Changbin didn’t listen, scribbling his fingers across Han’s soles while Felix kept tickling his sides. The combination was deadly, and Han’s laughter went silent as he bucked wildly.

“Guys, I think he’s going to explode!” Jeongin said, laughing as he joined in, targeting Han’s knees with gentle pinches.

“Explode? Nah, he can take more,” Lee Know said, straddling Han’s waist and attacking his ribs with precision. “He’s tougher than he looks.”

“NOHOHO! I’M NOT!” Han squealed, tears streaming down his face as the tickling intensified. “I CAN’T TAKE IT! PLEASE STOP AHAHAHAH!

“Don’t worry, we’ll stop…eventually,” Seungmin teased, going for Han’s neck again.

“NOO! YOU ARE TOHOH MEAN AAHAHAH! !” Han gasped, trying to swat Seungmin’s hands away, but his attempts were futile.

Meanwhile, Bang Chan orchestrated the chaos like a conductor. “Alright, everyone! Let’s go for a team attack! Hyunjin, get his tummy! Jeongin, go for his thighs! Felix, hold him steady!”

“NOOO! PLEAHAHAH STOHAHHAP !” Han howled, but it was too late. Hyunjin grinned wickedly as he lifted Han’s hoodie, revealing his vulnerable stomach. He wasted no time, lightly tracing circles around Han’s bellybutton, making the younger boy arch his back with a scream.

“His thighs are the worst,” Jeongin said, squeezing them gently and grinning when Han let out a high-pitched shriek.

“I HATE ALL OF YOOHOHAHAHU!” Han managed to yell, though his laughter betrayed him.

“Love you too, buddy,” Bang Chan said, diving in to tickle Han’s armpits.

It was total mayhem. Han was thrashing so hard he almost knocked Lee Know off his perch, but the members were relentless, tickling him from every angle.

“Okay, okay, STOOP AHAHA!” Han finally croaked, his voice barely audible over his uncontrollable laughter. “I GIVE UP!”

The members immediately backed off, laughing as Han lay on the floor in a heap, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

“Man, that was intense,” Hyunjin said, flopping onto the couch.

“You’re a good sport, Jisung,” Bang Chan said, patting Han’s head affectionately.

Han glared at them weakly, but the corners of his mouth twitched into a smile. “I hate you all…but I love you too.”

“See? He had fun,” Felix said, handing Han a glass of water.

“Fun?” Han wheezed. “That was torture.”

Lee Know smirked. “You know what they say: laughter is the best medicine.”

“I’ll remember this, guys,” Han muttered, though his flushed face and lingering giggles made it clear he wasn’t too upset.

As the chaos died down, the members lounged around the living room, teasing and joking with each other. Even Han, still recovering, couldn’t help but laugh along, clung to Lee know while others cuddled him too to help him recover form the torture. In the end, the dorm was filled with warmth, laughter, and the undeniable bond of a family that thrived on chaos and love.

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[lunalattae]

i found this video cute earlier but i didn’t see han tickling hyunjin until seeing this one so here’s to hyungsung being silly this concert 💞

📸 creds (source: x): hanhanji™️

[jeonginsdiary]

- Backstage

- Lee! Seungmin | Ler! Jeongin

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Seungmin and Jeongin were teasing each other again. Nothing out of the ordinary. The older had obviously started it, making a snarky comment towards the maknae who obviously bit back with a sassy remark, or a punch to the brunet's shoulder.

Normally, Seungmin would react with a dramatic outburst, or a punch back to the maknae. But this time was different.

As the two were in the backstage room, waiting to perform their newest song, District 9, Seungmin made one of his playful insults yet again. In retaliation, the youngest stuffed his fingers into the crook of the other's neck. He wasn't really expecting much, maybe an over exaggerated yell of pain, but instead he was met with a gasp as the older pressed his shoulder to his ear. I.N was surprised when the boy went completely silent, not even throwing another playful jibe. In confusion, Jeongin merely pushed his fingers in further, shocked with what he heard in return.

A slew of high pitched giggles made its way out of Seungmin's mouth as he kept his shoulders scrunched up tightly. "Stohohop tickling mehehehehehe!” He grabbed onto the maknae's wrist and pulled, trying to get those devious fingers out of his neck.

Jeongin allowed the older to pull his hand away, staring at said boy with wide, incredulous eyes. “Wait, hyung’s ticklish!?” The maknae blurted out.

“Yeah yeah whatever.” Seungmin shrugged, gasping when he was suddenly pushed to the ground.

The youngest sat comfortably on the brunet’s waist. “But just how ticklish are you..?” He asked with an evil grin plastered to his face.

“W-wait!” The older stuttered. “G-get off of me you brat! I swear I’ll get you f-fohohohor thihihihis!” The moment he felt fingers tickling his sides, he crumbled into a heap of giggles.

I.N just ignored him, pressing his thumbs into the boy’s lower sides and rubbing in circular motions, causing Seungmin to choke on a squeal. “GAH! Nohohohohohoooo!” He shoved at the maknae’s arms but couldn’t seem to dislodge those tickling fingers from his torso.

“Where are you most ticklish?” Jeongin asked, trying to worm his fingers into Seungmin’s armpits, but finding it difficult due to the older’s clamped arms. “That’s not fair! Let me in!”

“Nohohoho get ohohohoff of me! I’ll tell Chahahannie hyuhuhuhuhung!!” The boy cried, trying to wiggle out of the maknae’s tight grip.

As if on cue, Chan just so happened to be walking by the two while on his way to get his stage makeup done. “Getting him good?” He asked like a proud dad, causing both Seungmin and Jeongin to perk their heads up. At this distraction, the youngest was able to shove his fingers up the vocalists armpits, satisfied with the shriek the other produced.

“AGH! CHAHAHANAHAHAN HYUHUHUHAHAHAHA TEHELL HIM TO STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” Seungmin cackled out, bucking his hips up and twisting from side to side under his attacker.

The leader grinned at the scene. “Just don’t kill him.” He smiled at the two maknaes before making his way towards the stylists.

“NOHOHOHOHO DOHOHOHON’T LEHEHEHEHEAVE! YOU HAVE TO HEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHEAHAHA!!” Seungmin yelled, panic in his eyes. He shook his head violently, arms still glued to his sides as Jeongin continued to wiggle and dig into his sensitive pits. “I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T!” He screamed, and the sheer volume of it finally convinced the younger to pull his hands out from under the boy’s arms.

“Oh god you’re so ticklish. Was that your worst spot?” The boy asked innocently, causing Seungmin’s face to heat up.

“N-no but it’s pretty bad…” The brunet was embarrassed to say the least, especially when I.N’s eyes lit up with excitement.

He scanned the older’s body. “Then where is it?” He grinned before experimenting a little. He poked the upper part of the boy’s ribs.

“Is it here?”

Seungmin flinched and gave a small giggle, but other than that there were no major reactions.

“Here?” This time Jeongin poked the lower part of the vocalist’s ribs, making him jolt rather aggressively. “Ooh good spot?” Said boy teased before taking two of his fingers and pushing them into the area where Seungmin’s ribs started on each side.

The boy jerked upwards, high pitched laughter spilling out of him immediately. “Wahahahahait! Gehehet ohohohoffAHAHAHAHAHAH!!” His hysterics increased when the maknae massaged his thumbs into the area.

“Ooh, so the thumbs always get you,” The younger teased, “How bad would it be if I did this in your armpits instead?” I.N lifted his fingers from the brunet’s ribs, looking for a way he could get into the older’s underarms.

Seungmin absolutely freaked. “Really bad! Please don’t! Nonononono! It’s gonna tickle too much Jeongin, please!!”

Now, I.N knew it would be impossible to make the poor boy willingly lift his arms. He had already tried a variety of tactics, like poking into the brunet’s sides, or tasering his lower ribs again, or giving a quick squeeze to his kneecap, which was by far the most effective. The only problem was that Jeongin couldn’t whirl around fast enough before Seungmin’s hands were protecting his armpits again. “Ugh, you’re impossible.” The maknae groaned, pulling a smug smile from the boy under him.

Oh how he was determined to wipe that smirk off the older’s face.

Without thinking, the youngest stuffed his fingers back into Seungmin’s neck, making said boy scrunch up as he tried to protect both sides of the area. “Stahahahahahap itttt! Yohou’re ticklish hehehere too you knohohohohow! How wohould you feheheel if I dihid this to yohohohohohohou!”

Jeongin just grunted in anger. He knew he was incredibly ticklish on his neck, he didn’t need reminding! Frustratedly, he buried his wiggling fingers deeper into the area just above Seungmin’s collar bones. That spot seemed to get the brunet the best.

On the other hand, the tickling was getting harder and harder to handle for the older. No matter how much he scrunched up or squeezed his eyes shut, it just wasn’t enough. The maknae was already too deep into his neck and his efforts to protect himself only seemed to make it tickle worse. “GEHEHEHET OUT OF THEHEHEHERE! I’m beheing seheheheherious!!” The vocalist yelled. But his helplessness only seemed to motivate the attacker to continue.

“Stop me then.” The younger deadpanned, trying to get further into the boy’s neck despite the brunet’s efforts to block him.

Seungmin could feel the maknae trying to wiggle his fingers deeper in and oh boy did it tickle. In a moment of weakness, the victim forgot all about covering his sensitive underarms. “Okahayokayokahahahahayyy!!” He reached up to grab at the boy’s wrists, his laughter squeaky and nearly silent.

“Gotcha!” Jeongin cheered, rapidly shoving his thumbs into Seungmin’s hollows and kneading the area roughly.

Seungmin went ballistic. “GAH!! NOHOHOHOHOHO STOP!! PLEHEHEHEHAHAHAHA I SAID STOHOHOHOHOPAHAHAHA!!”

“Aww looks like someone can’t handle having their armpits tickled~” I.N cooed, laughing at Seungmin’s violent thrashing and squirming.

The older could only throw his head back in response, laughter being the only sound coming from his mouth. He tried desperately to lift the younger’s hands, or shove his own fingers under Jeongin’s tickling ones, but nothing seemed to work. “I HAHAHAHAHAHATEHAHAHAHAHA—” His voice cut out and his hysterics went silent and he resorted to shaking his head and bucking up as much as he could.

“You hate what?” Jeongin teased, deciding to stop his tickling in hopes of keeping the older alive before their stage. “You hate… me?” He emphasized the me with a poke to the other’s tummy, just below his belly button.

“GYAH!!” Seungmin jerked to the side and grabbed onto the maknae’s wrists. “Nonononono! Okayokay you got me! I’m sorry! I swear I’ll never make fun of you ever again!” The boy tried bargaining with the younger, but unfortunately for him, Jeongin had his mind made up.

“Oh you just gave yourself away~” The youngest smirked, lifting the brunet’s shirt up just enough to expose his whole stomach, then taking all ten of his fingers he carefully poked them into his lower tummy to test the waters.

And Seungmin absolutely screamed. “AGHHH!! WAHAAAAAIT!!”

"Does this even count as tickling? I’m barely touching you!” I.N exclaimed before vibrating his fingers into the boy’s v-line.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” The vocalist’s face went red at the ridiculous sounds escaping his lips. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE I’M SAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Seungmin tried to beg but could barely get any words out, instead clawing at the maknae’s arms in desperation.

Jeongin laughed along with the boy, finding this situation way more entertaining than he should have. For fun, he stuck his pointer finger into Seungmin’s belly button, expecting the area to be less sensitive to give the boy a breather.

Instead he was met with the loudest, most high pitched screech he had ever heard from the older. Even the maknae flinched at the sound, but nonetheless continued to wiggle a finger into the boy’s navel. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you scream like that before!” He teased.

Seungmin had to admit, he was rather grateful when his laughter turned silent. I mean, it was better than I.N hearing the humiliating noises that would have been produced otherwise. But still, it tickled like crazy!

Jeongin was still laughing at the boy who was arching his back as high as he could, before slamming it back down when the youngest would push further in. As if he didn’t know I.N would wiggle deeper in again, Seungmin would proceed to arch his back once more and this process would repeat over and over again. Said boy’s legs kicked wildly as he intentionally kneed Jeongin in the back repeatedly.

“Ouch hyung, that hurts!” The maknae would whine, and poke Seungmin’s outstretched tummy in punishment. Again causing the brunet to come crashing down from his arched position. All the strength in his body was long gone and the boy had resorted to wrapping his hands around I.N’s wrist, too weak to pull that singular finger out.

“Stray Kids, you’re up in five!” One of the staffs called from another room.

The poor boy’s laughter came back for a split second and it was wild and squealy. “WEHE HAHAHAHAHAVE TO—AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! GOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! JEHEONGIHIHAHAHAHA—!!”

Jeongin finally took pity on his hyung, climbing off of his hips and fixing the older’s ridden up shirt.

“Whahat is wrohong with you! That’s noho way to treat your ehelders. I almost died you know!” The boy panted between leftover giggles.

I.N just laughed and helped the boy up as they made their way towards the stage. When they looked around, there were staff members trying to hide their giggles, or giving Seungmin empathetic smiles.

“What’s going on? Why are they doing that?” The brunet whispered to the younger. Jeongin shrugged, and the two were waved over by the rest of their members who were about ready to head to the stage.

Changbin made eye contact with the two, smiling mischievously. “We heard it all you know.” He grinned, the rest of the boys all mocking Seungmin’s hysterical laugh, and some even mimicking his “Jeongin I’m serious!”, “I said stop!” or some sort of variation. The second youngest’s cheeks turned a bright red as he smacked the maknae across the back hard.

In response, Jeongin poked both of his pointer fingers into the boy’s lower tummy, pulling a squawk from the vocalist and another onslaught of laughter and teasing from the rest of the members.

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i said i was gonna write about how the member’s found out about eachother being ticklish didn’t i😉 i accidentally posted this when it was a rough draft and i swear the private post button disappeared so i had to screenshot the request i’m sryyy😞😞

also i changed the ler from skz to jeongin so i hope that’s ok with the anon but i doubt they’ll even read this cus the request is from like last year…😭

tbh i haven’t written since i posted that last hyunjin fic and i just randomly started writing this last night omg😭😭 but i hope u guys like this idk i think it’s cuteeee

[felixswifeykyk]

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[hearted-anon]

Sick days

Words: 1,037

Note: them

Requested by: @itzsana-kiddingmenow

T/w: none

Taglist: @reginald-stay09 @itzsana-kiddingmenow @hetashi-takashimaya @soap143 @jungwon-is-the-one @minnielvrr @skzdiary

Lee: Minho

Ler: Jisung

"I'm not hungry." Were the only three words needed to set alarm bells echoing in Jisung's head, fingers curling around the doorframe tighter as he looked at the elder in nothing short of concern. Mere moments ago, he had been raving about a new Japanese food store that sold pudding, practically bouncing off the walls in an attempt to get Jisung to hurry up and finish his work so they could both try it together. However, the moment he had hurriedly rushed to put on random clothes that made him look like a fashion designer's model, hat practically tipping over and covering his eyes, Minho had abruptly changed his mind, not even sparing him a glance.

"Are you sure? I might just go by myself and eat some good pudding~" Han coaxes, even wiggling his eyebrows, shuffling his arms side to side with a small smile. Despite all of it, Lee Know remained radio silent, pursing his lips into a thin line with the younger's silly actions. Noticing that his usual go-to cheer me up wasn’t working at all, he climbs onto the soft bed, hearing it creak and the sheets dip beneath him earning a wince from the quokka. He moves his face in an attempt to see eye to eye with the older, but each time he gets even into his peripheral view, Lee Know instantly turns his head to the other side, as if trying to hide something.

"C'mon, what's got you so down? Did I do something wrong?" Jisung bites his lip anxiously, his upbeat attitude beginning to fade down with the somber atmosphere, deflating like a balloon that just got popped. Finally locking eyes with the ace, Minho brings him into a tight hug, but the unrelenting silence bothers the quokka, nonetheless. It wasn't till he felt fingers gripping the back of his shirt tighter and tighter did he realise that there was indeed something wrong, just that the elder wasn't exactly ready to spill the beans yet. The least Jisung could do was provide some kind of support, tugging him closer, rubbing his back in small circles, whispering reassurances into his ear, he tried and did everything.

"I don't know, I just... don't feel good," Minho starts off with a shaky breath, pouting slightly when he's pulled out of the younger's shoulder, feeling a palm press to his forehead. Jisung winces at the sudden heat it produces, it was no wonder why Minho felt suspiciously hot when they were hugging. Bringing a thermometer over from the nightstand, it was then proven true that the older had come down with a fever, staring at the sign of 40 degrees Celsius with an almost disappointed gaze. Being pushed back onto the bed tenderly, Han practically teleports around the house, speeding around with medicine and water in hand that nearly split all over the floor from how fast he was running.

"You and I both know you're sick, so please take this," Jisung chided, holding a spoonful of fever meds right to the elder's lips, who stubbornly refused, pushing away his wrist like a petulant child. Softening his gaze, he decided to try another tactic, fingers skittering up Minho's side while the other still held the spoon. Knowing the dancer, his lips immediately parted in a fit of breathless giggles, shaking his head as he stamped his feet on the bed. Seizing the opportunity, he smoothly slid the syrup between his lips, smiling tenderly when the elder's face scrunched from the bitter taste.

"Alright, have some water," Handing him a small glass of water, that Lee Know gladly chugged down in a matter of seconds, he whined and shoved at the younger's hands when he held a fever patch over his forehead, clearly wanting to deny any sort of babying treatment he was getting.

"Jisuhuhung! Nohoho!" Minho got out through strained giggles when nails scraped over his stomach, melodic laughter ringing throughout the room while Han struggled a ton trying to paste the patch onto the dancer's forehead, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding when he heard a tiny wince emit from below him feeling the sudden cold against his body.

"You just love being so stubborn, don't you?" Jisung tuts in faux disappointment, scribbling both his hands over Lee Know's stomach now that they were free, watching in endearment when the elder weakly paws at his hands in an attempt to rid the tingles on his body, which obviously didn't work in his sick state.

"Ehehe! Quhuhuit it!" Minho barks, but it holds now bite as he falls back against the bed, kicking his feet like a child, it was the only thing he could do given his situation. Cooing in adoration, Han can't resist the temptation to pinch one of his cheeks, watching how the skin turned a bright red. Not from pain, but from how flustered the elder was at being treated as such.

"Nohoho more! Tohoho much!" Jisung lets up immediately hearing his tiny cry, not without one last scratch over his side, watching as he jerked away from the hand. He watches the older slowly melt back into the bed, quietly catching his breath. He almost jumps off the bed when he feels a hand on his back but comes to lean into it like a needy cat when it rubs his spine in soothing, tight circles. Placing a chaste kiss on his forehead, Han continues the comforting ministrations, humming a tune under his breath and noticing how fast Minho seemed to knock himself out to the singing and massage.

Pulling a blanket over the elder, he takes just a sneaky photo, sending it over to the members who gave all their best wishes to the snoring bunny, especially a concerned maknae who spammed the chat with crying emojis upon reading the message.

When Lee Know awoke later in the day, he was surprised to find his nightstand adorned with a pack of pudding, along with a bright pink sticky note that read, "Get better soon: from Jisung and Jeongin". It definitely made him feel lots better, no longer feeling hot from the lingering fever, but from the fuzzy feelings that wrapped around his heart.

[minnielvrr]

Minho tickling Chanlix

[skzdiary]

~Reassurance~

lee! seungmin

ler! channie

n/a: this is a tickle fic, feel free to scroll if this is not your cup of tea! 😭☕️

tw: nothing! only soft tickles 😮‍💨🙏

in the studio, chan and the staff were busy creating the music tracks for their new album “HOP”. They’re deep into the recording process for “U (FT. TABLO),” working together to fine-tune every detail of the track. The studio is a flurry of focused energy as the team collaborates, running through the song’s layers and adjusting elements to perfect the sound. Each take is met with feedback, fine adjustments, and a shared commitment to bringing the song to its full potential, with their lovely leader at the helm, ensuring everything aligns with the vision he has for the track.

In the recording booth, the talented puppy sang his parts of the track, nailing each note on time. eventually seungmin came to the verse “All i want is U” and struggled to get the right tone and pitch.

seungmin: “hyungggg, i can’t do it! it’s too difficult!”

minnie groaned because he wanted his lines to be to perfect and bang on right. it was difficult as the verse was so low, not his the way how he usually sings. His hyung tried his best to encourage the younger to try his best.

Channie: “don’t worry minnie, you’re doing great, just try to sing it more with a calmer tone and add try to bend where it says “..is U.”

After numerous tries the vocalist just couldn’t get it correctly how he wanted it to be. He felt a prick of tear trying to escape his eye. Why can’t i do it correctly? he thought to himself. Seungmin walked out of the recording booth and stood at the coffee table overviewing his lines on the paper he analyzed earlier.

Staff: “i think why you are going wrong is because when you get to the part of “..is U”, you keep forgetting to bend it which is making it more difficult to maintain without it sounding off pitch.”

The puppies eyes lit up with realization as he had been struggling this whole time due to one little error that he could simply correct. Minnie gets a tiny bit embarrassed and covers his face smiling into his hands. The elder starting laughing at his cuteness and pulled him onto his lap hugging his waist.

Chan: “See, what did i tell you? I told you to bend the last 2 words you dummy!”

The wolf playfully and mischievously pulls minnie into a ticklish hug. Seungmin bursts into laughter, squirming as he tries to wiggle free, his face lighting up with amusement. Bang Chan grins, his voice light and teasing: “I told you so,”

he says with a playful tone, continuing to gently poke at Seungmin’s sides, knowing exactly where to target to make him laugh uncontrollably. Seungmin laughs harder, protesting between breaths,

Seungmin: "Nohohohoho! This is sohohohoho unfahahahair"

He tries to push Bang Chan’s hands away, but his efforts are futile, his laughter only growing louder as he squirms more.

Seungmin: “Plehehehease, it’s sohoho bad! I’ll kill yohohohou"

The vocalist manages to say, still caught in the playful onslaught. Bang Chan chuckles, his hold on him tightening just a little.

Chan: “I’d like to see you try,”

he teases, clearly enjoying the moment of lighthearted mischief. Seungmin, unable to stop laughing, gives up, letting himself relax in the embrace, his cheeks flushed with the joy of the moment. The staff laugh finding the scene between the 2 cute. Unexpectedly, seungmin felt another pair of hands softly raise his arms above his head with one hand holding then in place whilst another crawled its way to his underarms.

Seungmin: “yahahahaha! Stohohop it! Let gohoHOHAHAHA!”-

the singers laughter increased to soft giggles and bubbly gasps. The poor guy couldn’t handle 2 of his weakest spots be attacked at the same time.

Chan: “Hah, jackpot puppy! Are you gonna listen to me next time or do you want this to happen again?

Seungmin: “PLEHEHEHEASE, I CAHAHAN’T TAKE IT! MOVE SPOHOHOHTS LR STAHSHAOH HYUNG!”

after another 2 torturous minutes of ticklish agony, chan and his mystery helper let minnie off for now. He was still softly giggling trying to regain his breath with his head resting in channie’s neck.

chan: “will you listen next time?”

seungmin: (muttering softly and fast) “noilikeditalothyungbutitsembarrassing..”

chan began to gently trace his neck and collarbones again with eyes twinkling at the puppy.

chan: “awww, your so cute”

seungmin doesn’t fight back and just lets him do it, as he giggles, he looks up to the ceiling and sees a glimpse of black long flowing hair quickly shoot back.

seungmin: “wahahahait! jinnie hyung! did you hold my arms uhuhuhup?”

the mysterious helper has now been discovered

hyunjin: “sorry i had no choice, you needed to be taught a lesson”

seungmin: “maybe you need to be taught one later as well..”

Min gave his hyung a cute cheeky smirk. Hyunjin knew he was in for a ride later tonight

tags: @itzsana-kiddingmenow @jihyosdaughterpast @hansloveleeknow @minnielvrr @hearted-anon @lajanaa @dreamingstraykids @leeknowstan33 @jeonginsdiary @hearts444innie111 @sugary-sweet-anon

[skznccmlee]

This comeback is truly feeding us