#Tickle Community

[smileformedearest]

🥺

Lazy morning doodle

[jamiesgotchu]

Skunk has very ticklish ears and Jason knows it. skunk is embarrassed about it (but they like the affection, so they wont stop it) :3

[daisylovestickles]

C is for Cuddles

Featuring @abc321 blowing raspberries on my sides

[scribbly-artist]

Warm You, Melt You

Summary: Jayce insisted that he and Viktor should brave the cold and work at the laboratory at the academy today. However, an unexpected snowstorm had them running home. Viktor was a bit grumpy about slipping over on the slick ground and was absolutely freezing, so Jayce wants to make it up to him and warm him back up, one way or another.

Author’s Notes: This was a long one stewing in the pot. I’ve been building it up piece by piece until this morning. The server has convinced me to post it earlier rather than later tonight, so here’s a little treat for everyone. >:)

Words: ~1,550 | AO3 Link

The door to the apartment flew wide open with the assistance of the strong wind the snowstorm had brought. Two men came tumbling through the open doorway, covered in snow, slamming the door closed upon entry. 

They were covered in snow. Jayce and Viktor both had to go out today to the academy to do some work, which was clearly a mistake. They should have just written some notes and ideas down in the comfort of their toasty apartment instead of braving the wild weather outside. But, Jayce had insisted.

Jayce brushed off some of the lingering snow on his shoulders. “I know what you’re gonna say—”

“I told you so.” Viktor responded smugly.

“I know, I know,” Jayce replied with a sigh. “I didn’t think the storm would get that bad, though.”

“Mhmmm.” Viktor was brushing off the cold snow off of his clothes with a frown. The snow on his head was already starting to melt, dampening his brown hair.

Jayce let out a chuckle, patting Viktor on top of his head. “You’re looking like a sad, wet puppy right now.”

Viktor scowled at that, shivering. “This sad, wet puppy just wants to get warm. The cold, it just goes straight through me. That’s why I try to not go out in that weather, I’m not as crazy as you are.”

Jayce’s eyebrows raised at that, not taking Viktor’s bait of attempting to get a rise out of him. He let out a sigh, those emotions clearing as he brain stormed a way to warm each other up.

“Don't worry, I've got an idea.”

And Jayce did. He passed Viktor a towel so he could dry his hair (Jayce offered to assist him but Viktor did it himself), they both stripped down so they weren't in their bulky outside clothes, but in their cozy inside clothes. Jayce lended Viktor a hand to remove his brace on his leg and his torso so he would be more comfortable. Then they got all snuggled up in their shared bed, Jayce being the little spoon, of course. 

“You’re like a human hot water bottle.” Commented Viktor from behind Jayce, making the other chuckle. 

“I've always ran on the warmer side.”

They were basking in each other's silence for a while. Viktor eventually stopped shivering from the cold, and instead wanted to get into a bit of mischief as payback for Jayce’s insistence of even suggesting stepping foot outside the apartment today. While his core was quite toasty, his hands were still a little cold. Viktor’s chilly hands travelled, finding their way under Jayce’s shirt and planted themselves on his stomach. Ahh, his skin felt nice and warm on his palms. 

Jayce involuntarily let out a full body shiver from the difference in temperature. 

“Woah, your hands are still that cold?”

“Mhm… you can help me warm them up.”

And with that, Viktor’s fingers started moving. He started tracing patterns into Jayce’s belly. Soft and gentle, enough to make the other jitter with giggles. 

“Vihihiktor, it tihihickles!”

Viktor planted his chin on Jayce’s shoulder, giving his neck a little smooch which only made the other only giggle and scrunch up. “How will the full surface of my hands warm up properly if they’re still?”

“Juhuhust leheheave them in thehehe one spohohot!” 

It wasn't tickly enough that Jayce was trying to pull away (not that he ever did — and Viktor noticed this), but enough to get him giggling, his nose scrunching up and his eyes crinkling close. 

Viktor let out a content hum. “But that wouldn't be fun. Would you deny a man his little bit of joy?” He did slow down his tracing just enough so that Jayce could actually think straight. 

Jayce thought for a moment, only giggling more until he responded, “I guehehess I can beahahar it for yohohou…”

And it stayed that way, at least for a while. Viktor mindlessly traced patterns into every inch of skin his cold fingertips could reach — until they felt nice and warm. Jayce appreciated that now they weren't icicles touching his poor bare skin, no longer making him shake and shiver. While Viktor loved hearing Jayce’s sweet giggles, his ears and his mischievous side also wanted to hear him laugh without a care in the world. 

Viktor started to squeeze at the little bit of tummy fat that he had discovered last time he tickled Jayce. It was a tiny bit of chub Jayce couldn't get rid of no matter how much he exercised. 

And Viktor learnt that spot in particular was very ticklish. 

Jayce flinched, then let out a laugh. “Vihihik! I was getting– USED to the trahahacing!” He exclaimed, his voice raising once Viktor squeezed that niiiice spot yet again. 

“Need to keep you on your toes, Talis.”

With that statement, another idea to bug Jayce came into Viktor’s mind. While his hands were nice and warm, his feet were still as cold as a block of ice. 

Jayce had no time to react to the blankets shifting as Viktor shuffled himself to raise his good leg up, planting an icy cold foot against Jayce’s bare back with an amused chuckle. 

The only way to describe the noise that came out of Jayce’s mouth was akin to a prey’s screech from being hunted by a predator. 

This made Viktor laugh, but he would be laughing from a different cause in only a few moments. 

Jayce spun himself around in the bundle of blankets, grabbing Viktor’s cold ankle in a headlock, scribbling fingers touching down on his sole as revenge. 

Viktor screeched just as loud as Jayce did seconds before. Maybe even louder. 

“Hey, I think I know how to warm your feet up.”

“JAYAHACE– NOHOT THIHIS!”

“I think some tickling would warm them up plenty. I have you keep you on your toes, too. Don’t you agree?” With that, his dexterous fingers travelled up to his mentioned toes, tormenting the spot underneath their scrunching up that they were trying so hard to protect. 

This drove Viktor wild. 

“NOHOHO!! B-BACK TOHOHO CUDDLES– BACK TO CUHUHUDDLES!” He attempted many times to tug his foot out of Jayce’s hold with no avail. Viktor was just much too sensitive on his feet. 

Jayce let up after a few more moments, giving his poor foot a couple more traces on his arch for good measure, releasing his ankle from his grip. “Seems like someone can’t take what they dish out.”

Viktor rolled over the other way in mock annoyance, letting out a dramatic huff. However, the smile glued to his face betrayed his actions. 

Jayce snuck his way over to his partner’s side of the bed, his arms snaking around to spoon him. “Back to cuddles, like you said.”

“Hmph, after you already tortured me.”

“Hey, you did the exact same to me earlier.”

“While yes, I did, you deserved it.”

“What? How come?”

“For making me bear that snowstorm outside. I even slipped over on my ass from how slick the ground was.”

Jayce let out a laugh, and from the contagious sound, Viktor did as well. There was a comfortable silence for a moment, their breath syncing.

Jayce plopped his head down against Viktor’s bare shoulder, his lips ghosting his skin, the other letting out a shiver. Jayce planted a soft kiss on a mole he could see. “I think I can make it up to you.”

Viktor could feel his cheeks starting to burn, but kept up the charade. “Hmph… such bold confidence; you sure about that?”

“Oh, I know I can.”

He put his plan into action. Jayce began tenderly kissing whatever moles he could spot on Viktor’s back and shoulder. This led him up a trail to Viktor’s neck and jaw, kissing a few that were in abundance on the side of his neck. His partner let out a shiver and a huff at the affection. Not only did his cheeks burn a fiery red, but Jayce could see how pink his ears had gotten as well from his service. 

Snuggling his face into Viktor’s hair, Jayce spoke up. “So, how’d I do?”

“Mmm, could be better.” He was playing it up, of course. He enjoyed pushing the other’s buttons.

“Don’t lie to me, your ears say it all.” Jayce reached up and gently traced his finger against the edge of Viktor’s ear, getting a giggle and a scrunched up shoulder from the other.

“Alrihihight, alright. You did well, Jayce. But don’t let it go to your head.”

Oh, it already did. 

“Want some more?” 

Was that even a question? Of course.

“If you would be oh so inclined.” Viktor replied, the grin could be heard in his voice.

“That’s all I needed to hear.”

Jayce continued his kissing journey — whatever skin on Viktor’s face he could reach, down his shoulders and back again, even a bit against his side and stomach. His moles and freckles were his guide on his devoted act of service. And Viktor was loving every moment of it, and he told Jayce as such.

This continued on from the afternoon, evening till night until they were both very, very warm.

[tickly-trashcan]

The posting period starts TOMORROW ON FEBRUARY 3RD!!! :D

I hope y'all are ready, I'm super excited to see what everyone has been baking up!!! The posting period will run from February 3 to March 3, which will be the time for all creators to post their works and share them for the event! I'm looking forward to seeing all the fun works that are going to come out of this event!

If you have pieces you'd like to continue working on, never fear! You can work on them for the duration of the posting period and post them whenever you're happy with them :)

When you're posting your works make sure to use the tag #cakes and tickles !!! You can also tag it #hear me out cake event but I think the cakes and tickles tag is cuter hehe

I hope everyone's been doing well during this event and are looking forward to it!! :D

Hear Me Out Cake Event!!

This is the wildest idea for an event I've had but... HEAR ME OUT!!!

In this event, we'll be putting our own tickly twist on the hear me out cake trend!! For our hear me out cake, we'll put the characters we'd like to see get tickled on the cake!! >:) I'll explain more below the cut, but I'd also like to extend an invitation for other creators to jump on this event if they'd like!! :D The event will be starting next week on January 12, so keep an eye out for that!

Here's a quick summary of the event, but I will also explain more hehehe~ There are three stages to this event! The first stage is the Hear Me Out!! stage, where you'll pick out a character you'd like to put onto the cake! The second stage is where all of the characters on the cake are announced, which I'm calling the Big Slice or Little Slice stage! The final stage is called Serving the Cake, and it is where the cake is sliced and all the characters on the cake are given a slice of cake (in the form of tickles! >:D)

Hear Me Out!! Stage:

The first stage of the event! This will run from Jan. 12 through Jan. 18 and will be everyone's opportunity to submit a character for the cake! To submit a character, just send me an ask with the character you'd like to submit for the cake! Please specify the fandom as well :) If you'd like to go above and beyond, then feel free to explain why you want to put this character on the cake!! I'll be posting the asks as they come in before posting the final list of characters, so this is where we can all get silly and talk about the characters we love!

One note for this event: I'm really hoping the community gets together for this event, so if there's a character from a fandom that's not on my personal fandom list, still send them in!! I'll be writing for characters that I know about, but if there's a character that you love, you should send them in! If I don't know them, maybe someone else will end up picking them!

Big Slice or Little Slice Stage:

The second stage of the event! This stage will start on Jan. 20 when the full list of characters is posted! During this stage, any creator can pick out however many characters they'd like to write for and start creating whatever they'd like for them!! Art, fics, whatever you'd like to make! There's no limit on who you can write for or draw in this event but also don't feel pressure to create something for every character on the list!

Another note: The dates after the Hear Me Out!! stage are all pretty iffy just so y'all know! Ideally I'll have the list up on Jan. 20 but it could be later, and also the time frame for the Slicing the Cake stage is super flexible for creators! Don't feel pressure to stick within that time (I will for sure be posting outside of the time given haha)

Serving the Cake Stage:

The final (and most fun!) stage of the event! This stage will start on Feb. 3, two weeks after the full list of characters is shared! This is when anyone can start posting their slices of character cake onto Tumblr to share! You are also more than welcome to post before this time, it's just a rough time frame hehe~ If you're participating in this event, please use the tag #cakes and tickles so that everyone can follow along with the event! It's a terrible tag but it'll work haha! There's no technical time limit on the event, but I was thinking the posting period could be from Feb. 3 through Mar. 3 just for a fun little "month" of cake! But like I said before there is absolutely no pressure to do it within that time frame, just make sure to have fun if you decide to participate!! I'll try and reblog as many tickly creations as I can, so make sure to use the tag above hehehe :D

And that's pretty much it!! This is a crazy event and I'm really hoping that other people participate (if not that is all good there is NO pressure I just thought this would be a fun little community thing haha)! I'm looking forward to the best hear me out cake EVER!!!

If you have any questions about this event prior to it beginning, please don't hesitate to send me a message or an ask! I think I explained everything but there could easily be something that I missed! Thank you guys and look forward to this! :D

[teasytickles1]

Im dying for teasing

I love super soft teases. Soft feathers and brushes roaming all over your body. Exploring all these sensitive parts that make you giggle and moan.

I love meaner teases. Bullying you into submission, driving you mad with embarrassed. But you can’t hide, because you’re held down. And you are forced to laugh. Forced to stay in the same position, being tickled all over by me, grinning down at you with that look in my face, that I won’t stop anytime soon.

I love verbal teases (so so much). In every scenario it’s just so good. In the meaner ones, making the Lee even more embarrassed. A constant mix of maddening tickles and teases.

“Tickle tickle tickle, you can’t get away from me”

“Oh you want me to stop? Why would I ? You’re clearly enjoying this”

In the softer ones, praising you for how well you’re doing. Teasing you because you’re so sensitive, even tho it’s just a little feather. Just the tip of my nails drawing lines over your soles, just my hair tickling your tummy.

[smileformedearest]

YEAH YEAH YEAH

i couldn't fix him but i could cuddle him and tickle him and break down his edgy exterior

[daisylovestickles]

B is for Belly Button

Featuring @giggleesblog

[spookysgiggle-world]

I'm sooo extremely grateful for so so many of you! These right here are some of the sweetest human beans ever! They're so wonderful and amazing! So here is an appreciation post for them and there are so many more!

@feherninja

@garvielloken1900

@daisylovestickles

@subbytcklslut

@evergreenskye

@ticklishbabybat

@squirmygirl3 and @surrealtickles

They are some of the most wonderful souls and I hope they never ever forget it ❤️❤️

[taylerrr]

Just listen to those screams you poor ticklish little thing 🤭 But honestly, I don’t think I was mean enough 😏 I think you can take more… muuuuuch much more.. and next time you will 😈

Happy Sole Sunday to all who celebrate 🤗 here’s a really mean clip of me getting wrecked by an accursed vibrating hairbrush 🫣 @taylerrr scrubbed me so hard the battery cover broke off 😅😅

#guys tell him to be nicer to me

#it was as terrible (amazing) as it looked 🙃

[coffeedrinkeryeg]

Face Reveal part 2???

New hair mask made me slay- therefore the only reasonable thing to do was to photograph myself instead of studying for my Japanese midterm ✋😊☕

I'll let y'all know how the midterm goes 😘

[shyticklee02]

if u have nails or use tools on my neck, I'm squirming the hell out of ur grip

[ticklish-wallflower]

so who wants to take one for the team and dig into my ribs until I'm screaming?

[secretly-tword-obsessed]

Comedy

Hello gigglers!

This is another Squid game tickle fic, based on a prompt by @lord-of-hyperfix

Hope you enjoy!

Summary - Joining the games as a player meant that In-Ho had to relearn his social skills. That involved knowing how to make others laugh.

Warning - this is a tickle fic!!!

P.S - I tried to come up with the most pathetic and unfunny joke imaginable for this fic so yeah

Jokes.

They were things that came naturally to most people.

They used to come naturally to In-Ho, when he was growing up with his brother. He did have a natural charm. But, as he aged and became, well, the Frontman, he began to joke less and less often. After all, there wasn't much to joke about, and he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of either his workers or the VIP's.

Of course, going undercover as player 001, he had to ignite the sparks of his old self and re-learn how to socialize and crack jokes. He'd been going pretty well with the social part - his charm could never be erased. Yet his jokes still weren't quite there.

Like his remark about 222 during Mingle. It got a few forced chuckles, sure, but it was mainly just awkward. Maybe it was about the context - they were all scared for their lives, so perhaps they'd lost their sense of humor. The Frontman still wasn't quite sure.

Jung-Bae and Dae-Ho, on the other hand, seemed to be the masters of comedy. Player 456 had used to be before he joined the first set of games, but now he just looked depressed all the time, meaning that it was good that those two men were always playing around to cheer him up.

"Hey", Dae-Ho said while they were eating rice out of a box with a spoon, "What do you call a baby that's born on a ship?"

Jung-Bae rolled his eyes, anticipating the corny punchline, "What?"

Dae-Ho grinned, "A Sea-Section baby-"

They all stared at him for a few seconds, and than In-Ho observed that Jung-Bae was trying to hold back his laughter, his cheeks going red but refusing to give his friend the satisfaction of having his pathetic joke apriciated.

See, that was the kind of reaction In-Ho wanted.

"I have one", he piped up. Uh-oh. All three men - Gi-Hun, Jung-Bae and Dae-Ho were looking at him expectedly. Well, here goes...

"What do you call a baby born in this place?"

The others kept looking at him, waiting for an answer.

"A very traumatized baby!"

Nothing. Not even Gi-Hun could crack out an authentic smile this time. The undercover player blushed despite himself.

"Okay, here's another one. What do you call a dear with no eyes?"

Jung-Bae sighed, "Now this is just sad man".

Ugh, that guy annoyed the shit out of him.

"No eye-dear", Gi-hun interrupted to break the tension, "It's an old American joke, I know that one. My daughter told it to me once". He said it somberly, without a tint of amusement or any emotion at all in his voice.

Damn it, why couldn't he just crack a decent joke? Gi-Hun, seemingly noticing his frustration, squeezed his shoulder - "Hey, it's okay man. No need to make us try and feel better".

"Yeah", Dae-Ho added in a more cheeky tone, "Not everyone's a natural comedian like me!"

In-Ho glared at the long-haired man's bright smile, making him shudder a bit - "Oh, sorry, that was uncalled for". No, he thought to himself. You are not trying to intimidate them, you are trying to bond with them.

Player 001 stopped glaring, shrugging his shoulders, "Nahh, it was fine. I get it. I'm just not that good at quips y'know?"

"And you don't have to be in here", Gi-Hun said darkly.

Jung-Bae huffed, "I disagree. If were' not being amused, than all we'll be thinking about is the next game. Why are you always like this? Come on Gi-hun, where's the old you? I know it's in there somewhere?"

Jung-Bae leaned forward, pushing his friend gently. In-Ho watched as 456 knocked his friend off with his elbow. The shorter man retaliated by slapping his shoulder, which he got another push for in return. Jung-Bae, refusing to quit, jabbed his friend in the side - and that's when something finally happened.

Gi-Hun let out an ungodly squeal.

As soon as player 456 had made the noise, Jung-Bae burst into amused cackles. In-Ho grinned to himself - yes, now he remembered. When he was young, and his jokes weren't working on his brother, there was always another method that was guaranteed to get him giggling. He continued to silently reminisce over the fond memories, before being snapped out of his thoughts by Jung-Bae.

"Man, your still just as ticklish as the old days, Mr Previous Winner", he chuckled, his face still red with laughter. Gi-Hun's face also seemed to be reddening, but for a different reason.

In-Ho suddenly felt an evil, sinister sense of playfulness rise within him. He raised an eyebrow "Oh, really?"

"Yeah", Jung-Bae responded enthusiastically, "This guy might seem all tough to you, cause you only know him from this place but damn, it sometimes shocks me how childish he can be".

In-Ho looked over at the player in question, who had a resentful expression growing on his face. He obviously wasn't impressed with Jung-Bae singling him out like this.

"Wow. So your telling me that this big stick in the mud actually has a hidden weakness?", the Frontman continued. It was as if a past version of himself was being revived.

He looked over to Gi-Hun, who now looked too flustered to be angry. Perfect. In-Ho menacingly stalked up to where he was sitting on the bed, causing Gi-Hun to stand up and adopt a defensive posture.

"So, GiHun", 001 began, the most wicked smirk on his face, "I know your type. Your a joke snob. The only laughter I've' ever heard from you has been forced and....artificial".

Gi-Hun backed up - the Frontman could tell that this was on instinct.

"Young-Il, this isn't funny", Gihun responded, his eyes widening, his whole body shaking and a few anticipatory giggles slipping out despite himself.

"Oh really?", In-Ho muttered, "Than why on Earth are you laughing?"

Gi-Hun was losing his shit. His legs were shaking below him. He couldn't stop chuckling. He wanted to bolt away but didn't want to make a scene.

Finally, In-Ho leaped forward, pushing him back over onto the bed and pinning him down forcefully. Gi-Hun landed on his back and, realizing his position, looked up in panic.

"Now come on Young-Il..."

"Hey Jung-Bae!", the Frontman called out.

Both Jung-Bae and Dae-Ho were visibly amused by the situation.

"Yes?", 456's old friend responded.

"I want to force some laughter out of Gi-Hun. Which spots should I aim for?".

Jung-Bae smiled conspiritorially, "If you really want to get him, go for his ribs".

In-Ho looked back down. Gi-Hun had an expression of complete betrayal on his face. Still, In-Ho felt a desire to prolong this man's agony.

"Is this true Gi-Hun?", he asked.

Gi-Hun didn't speak. Than he let out a sigh and muttered, in the most threatening tone he could muster, "Fuck off".

In-Ho chuckled loudly, turning around to the other two, "Guy's, he's threatening me!"

Finally, In-Ho was making his new 'friends' laugh. Dae-Ho was giggling into the palm of his hand, whilst Jung-Bae let it flow freely. Still, there was one more contestant that he had yet to get giggling.

Following Jung-Bae's advice, he dug his fingers into Gi-Hun's ribs, five sets of fingers on either side. Suddenly, the man screamed, and started twisting and twitching and roaring with hysterical laughter.

"NOHOHOHOHO!", he cried, his face completely purple.

In-Ho smirked, "Bad spot?"

Gi-Hun's whole body lurched forward as the Frontman gripped the side of his left rib. Noticing this reaction, the ruthless Frontman concentrated all of his energy on that spot.

"PLEHEHEASE!"

"Begging already?", In-Ho teased, "But we're just getting started here!"

"NOHOHOHO!", Gi-Hun cried again, his nose scrunched up and his head swaying from side to side.

"Wo-how, look at you laugh! I don't think Iv'e ever seen anybody laugh this hard. And to think that just a few moments ago you were all dark and gloomy..."

Gi-Hun started trying to swat In-Ho's fingers with his own, but this just caused the man to grab his hands and lift them away from his torso, giving him better access to his unprotected ribs.

"Hey, weren't you just saying a few seconds ago that there wasn't a place for humor here? Well, you're looking like a bit of a hypocrite now".

In-Ho's tone was the perfect mixture between teasing and matter-of-fact, and his words only heightened the ticklish sensations.

In-Ho decided to experiment further. He traced his fingers beneath Gi-Hun's arms, watching as his laughter died down and transformed into more breathless, giggly wheezes.

"Nohohoho", he said again.

"Yehehes", In-Ho retorted. At this point, he wasn't even sure if he was pretending or not. As in, he didn't even know if this whole playful thing was just an act designed to trick his teammates into trusting him, or weather it was him being his authentic self.

"Plehehease stahahawp", Gi-Hun squeaked, tears welling in his eyes.

The Frontman could have continued. After all, he'd been even meaner to his brother when they were kids. But he decided against it. His goal had been achieved, and he was sure that Gi-Hun's mood had lifted in the process. Despite his pleas, player 456 couldn't fool him - it was clear that he was enjoying just laughing freely and being distracted from his anxieties. In-Ho tried to convince himself that he didn't care. Maybe, perhaps, he felt a slight sense of joy at making Gi-Hun feel this way....

When In-Ho withdrew his fingers, Gi-Hun was still giggling, unable to stop smiling.

"Wow!", Dae-Ho called out. The Frontman turned around.

"Your a rather funny and unpredictable guy, Young-Il".

In-Ho couldn't help but beam. His jokester self finally been given a time to shine.

Sorry this was a bit short! Still, I hope it was enjoyable (:

[ryoko-loves-roses]

Mind Your Business!

Lee!Jun-Ho + Ler!In-Ho

A/N: Ok so - I did change a tiny thing - I am now going to state the lee and ler for the fanfics i write like i did above ^^. After this is successfully posted, I'm going to edit the other fanfics! ANYWAY - This was extremely fun to write -! I hope the characters weren't too OOC. Ily guys <3 Summary : After weeks of In-Ho avoiding phone calls, and talking to his loved ones in general, Jun-Ho decided to go the extra measure and find out what's been bothering his older brother... but something surprising happens... ═════════════════════════════════════════ Months ago, In-Ho’s wife who he loved dearly was diagnosed with a deadly disease. Hospital bills stacked on top of eachother in his tiny dorm, and with no way to pay for his wife’s treatment, he began to distance himself from reality, including the people he once held close - which included his youngest brother, Hwang Jun-Ho. They were 16 years apart, which one could say was a long age gap. Surprisingly, the two had been close since Jun-Ho was a child, so when In-Ho stopped talking to him, it struck a nerve. When Jun-Ho was younger, he was also diagnosed with an illness, meaning he could only be saved if he had a proper kidney donor. In that time of need, In-Ho stepped up. If he never did what he did, Jun-Ho wouldn’t be alive today. God - Jun-Ho knew this, and it was eating him alive. He truly thought that if he didn’t donate his kidney, he could pay for his wife’s surgery by selling it. This little fact made Jun-Ho feel a tiny bit guilty. - Hwang In-Ho is 38, meaning Jun-Ho is 22 - One year before In-Ho learned about the games.

- The lights were off in In-Ho’s apartment. Not because he hasn’t paid the bill, but by choice. He let out a tired sigh as he sat on his well-made bed. He was stuck and didn’t know what to do. He hid his face in his hands, thinking about his wife, who was currently still at the hospital, and the fact that he hadn’t answered his phone in weeks. He just didn’t have the energy. The man was too deep in thought to hear the doorbell ring as well - and who was on the other side of the door? Well - Jun-Ho let out a sigh, crossing his arms impatiently. He stood there for a few more seconds before muttering something under his breath and reaching into his pocket, pulling out a spare key that his brother gave him for ‘emergencies’ “Goddamnit, In-Ho …” He quickly unlocked the door, opened it, and walked in, a worried look on his usual stoic face. Jun-Ho really didn’t want to enter his older brother’s dorm like this, but he had no other choice - He gently opened the door- “In-Ho?” He called out softly, which was a large contrast to his usual stoic tone. In-Ho froze, immediately standing up from the bed, right in tune to when Jun-Ho opened the bedroom door. “Jun-Ho - What the hell are you doing here..?” His tone was strict, as well as his face. There was a reason In-Ho wasn’t answering his phone, and Jun-Ho knew that reason all too well. Jun-Ho just stood at the doorway, his eyes narrowing as he grew irritated.* “You haven’t answered my calls, hyung. I got worried.” The younger male admitted, crossing his arms as he stared at his older brother. You know, despite being the older one, In-Ho was shorter than Jun-Ho by only one inch, which was irritating to say the least - but he didn’t mention it. In-Ho let out an irritated sigh. “There was a reason I didn’t answer. I wanted to be left alone.” Jun-Ho raised an eyebrow. “To sulk? Alone? You should’ve known I wouldn’t let you do that -” It was true - when Jun-Ho was growing up, he was practically attached to In-Ho’s hip. You’d think that the big age gap would put a space in between them, but no. In-Ho was basically the boy’s idol growing up. He wanted to be like his big brother. In-Ho stared at Jun-Ho for just a moment, his expression softening as he sighed. “Yeah. Should’ve known.” *He said sarcastically, sitting back on the bed, which this time, Jun-Ho decided to join him; sitting beside him.

“Tell me what happened.” Jun-Ho blurted out suddenly. He knew about In-Ho’s wife, but he did not know about the financial struggles. “Why haven’t you visited mom and I? You wanna know how worried we both were !!?” As Jun-Ho blabbered on and on, In-Ho let out a frustrating sigh, then - something clicked. Keeping his amusement in checked to not look suspicious, he replied. “You really don’t know how to mind your own business, huh?” As he said that, Jun-Ho raised an eyebrow, about to retaliate with a response, but froze when he felt that familiar sensation of a brotherly hand on his side - “Wait - Hyung… Hyung nOO-” Jun-Ho’s sentence trailed off with a squeak as he felt In-Ho’s fingers dig into his sides, and as much as In-Ho didn’t want to admit it, he missed this. He smiled when those foreign but familiar childish giggles flowed out of his brother like running water. In-Ho then added his other hand, - Now, both of Jun-Ho’s sides were getting attacked with ten fingers. He shrieked, trying to curl up on himself, but that one action just made In-Ho chuckle deeply. “You should know by now that won’t work…” He teased, his usual stoic tone vanishing as a teasy tone replaced it. “Hyuuhuhung - PleheHEHEHehase-!” Jun-Ho giggled and squeaked with every dig, his feet drumming on the dorm floor as he tried to kick, but it was useless. Despite being in the police academy, he was still a victim to his brother’s fond tickles. “Please what, little brother?” In-Ho taunted, managing to lock an arm around Jun-Ho, effectively holding him in place as he drilled both of his thumbs into Jun-Ho’s armpits. He fucking screamed. “FUHUHUUCK-! NOHOHOHOO!!” Jun-Ho squealed out, throwing his head back and kicking wildly, but he knew he wasn’t getting out of his brother’s hold anytime soon - In-Ho’s smirk widened, a bit brotherly sadisticness taking a toll as he tickled his younger brother. “Language, Jun-Ho.” He scolded playfully, feigning sterness as he drilled his thumbs deeper, knowing damn well this one spot got Jun-Ho excruciatingly bad. “IHIIHIm SOHOOHORryEHEe-! IHIihi WOHOOHNT AHAHAHASK ANYMOHOHOORE!!” As Jun-Ho apologized through his cackles, In-Ho let out another low chuckle. “Apologizing already? May I say brother… I think you got more ticklish the last time I saw you.” He taunted, not only continuing, but deciding to nuzzle his face into Jun-Ho’s neck, which In-Ho’s stubble managed to tickle the younger a lot more than if In-Ho’s face was cleanly shaved. Jun-Ho screeched with a new wave of cackles and squeals of laughter as In-Ho doubled down on the tickling. God - In-Ho knew he should stop, but to be honest - he needed this. They both do.

Currently, Jun-Ho was trapped in In-Ho’s hold, basically snuggled up against him as the older man brutally taunted him, nuzzling his stubbly face deeper into Jun-Ho’s neck, and the excruciating fact was that even if Jun-Ho wanted to scrunch up his neck, he couldn’t - cause In-Ho’s head was in the way, giving him the tickles of a lifetime. “PLEhEHEa- GHAhAA -” Every time Jun-Ho tried to beg, he would burst into hysterical squeals and pleads, which In-Ho only smirked at. The 22 year old was now a puddle of extreme embarrassment and ticklishness; his brother wouldn’t have it any other way. “I can’t hear you, Jun-Ho… you’ll have to speak louder.” The older man taunted, smirking as Jun-Ho’s blush deepened by several shades of red. “PLE - PELehEHEASe-! HYUUHUHNG-!” God - What could be more amusing than watching a stoic, serious cop lose his shit? Nothing, i’ll tell ya. In-Ho let out another deep chuckle, deciding to blow a deep, ticklish raspberry on Jun-Ho’s vulnerable neck, making him scream with laughter. Hah… it was surprising the neighbors didn’t hear him. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, In-Ho relented, retracting his hands and letting the younger man sit up. Jun-Ho laid idly in his spot for a bit as he tried to gather his breath, but once he finally caught it, he glared at In-Ho.* “Dick.” Of course… the first word to come out of Jun-Ho’s mouth would be an insult. In-Ho rolled his eyes, the playfulness and tenderness of the situation never leaving his face. “I can start again, you know.” At that, Jun-Ho sat up - “Nonono - I’m good -!” Jun-Ho sputtered out, dusting his formal attire off with his hands. In-Ho’s smirk turned into a fond smile, reaching a hand out, and playfully ruffling Jun-Ho’s hair, which made the younger groan. “Seriously, though.” In-Ho began to speak. “Don’t worry about me, namdongsaeng. I’m fine. I’ll be fine.” As much as Jun-Ho wanted to believe his older brother’s statement, he couldn’t help but have a bit of worry. “I don’t want you to do anything reckless, hyung…” 

It was clear that the love the brothers had for eachother was real, and that it could never be broken. Nonetheless, Jun-Ho didn’t even think about it when he hugged his older brother, holding him firmly in his arms. In-Ho’s eyes widened for a brief moment, surprised at the action, but then relaxed, deciding to hug his younger brother back. “I won’t be reckless… not when I have you breathing down my neck.” In-Ho joked, which earned a light chuckle from Jun-Ho as he pulled away from the hug. “Damn right.” As much as In-Ho hated to admit it…. He was glad Jun-Ho barged in uninvited.