#collapses. lino's only hyung

[christakisbang]

yes, lee know-ya i see you aging along with me you're the second oldest but, to me you'll always be the maknae~♡

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

Hoodie - Part Two <3

not me putting a drive gif for a fluffy fic 😭😭

ALSO IM BACK BWAHAHAHA!!!

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𝒍𝒆𝒆: Minho

𝒍𝒆𝒓: Chan

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘦𝘢 𝘪 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨! 💗🧋

𝕥𝕨: mentions of min’s scar, manager gets killed by changbin in the end HAHA

𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpages @lajanaa

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It had been 4 months since Chan had performed his cozy act of tickling Lino to pieces, and since then, the hoodie had been folded up in the cupboard, as it’s owner had been saving it for a good day. 

The problem was, however, that the owner of the hoodie had not been having good days, and the hoodie lay rejected in the cupboard, waiting for the day it could be worn again. 

The door to the bedroom slammed, and a person leaned against it, clearly defeated.

“Please…make it stop-” Minho sobbed as he sank to the floor. 

Comeback season was always hard, but their manager loved to make it worse, jeering at them any chance he got, and his little grudge was especially against their main dancer. 

He had commented arrogantly that Lino ruined everything by not being able to wear a crop top, considering the dancer was still insecure about the surgical scar on his stomach. 

He had kept throwing insult after insult. First about Minho’s dancing, then about his scar, then his face.

But when he started crudely commenting on how their dancer should have stayed eliminated, he crossed the line.

Minho had had enough, running back to his room and trying not to cry until he got there. 

In the background he could hear Chan going off on the manager, Changbin’s heavy breathing as he tried not to lose his temper, Hyunjin and Jisung adding little comments in the middle while Jeongin restrained Seungmin. 

Felix, being the sunshine he was, was trying it end it peacefully, all while trying to resist the urge to run after his hyung and make sure he was okay. 

The sunshine knew that the second he left, it  would all fall apart. 

Changbin and Chan would dual-murder the guy with Seungmin, who was bound to escape Jeongin’s grip at some point, and chaos would follow. 

Meanwhile, Lee Know pressed his hands against his head, the comments and insults flashing through his brain like a red-hot poker.  

He ignored the multiple knocks, especially when he heard Felix’s voice. 

Of course, he loved Felix. But he couldn’t let the brownie boy see his hyung in this kind of vulnerability. 

Then he heard a softer knock, with the loud but comforting voice, of Chan. 

Minho scrambled to his feet, turning the lock with the last of his strength. 

The door opened and the oldest of the group walked in, and Lino couldn’t hold back anymore. 

He collapsed into Chan’s arms, hugging him with all his might. 

Chris stumbled from the suddenness of the moment, but steadied himself as he wordlessly rocked the younger back and forth, shutting the door silently behind him. 

Minho tried to hold out on crying, but at that point he really felt numb, as if the tears wouldn’t come out in front of anyone. 

Instead, he let out more dry sobs, relaxing when Chan’s fingers stroked his hair, and he leaned into the touch. 

“Don’t hide yourself from me…” Were the five words Chan first uttered, cradling the fragile dancer in his arms. 

‘Chan is the only one who can see me like this, there is nothing to worry about.’ His brain assured him. 

“You wanna change? Watch a movie? We have a break until tomorrow evening to do what we like.” Chan looked down as the younger nodded, wanting to get out of the stiff material of his shirt. 

Chris got him a pair of sweatpants and the bunny’s favorite hoodie, which Minho gladly took. 

The cloud material had Lino feeling more comfortable than ever, especially with the eldest engulfing him in all the warmth. 

He felt so sleepy. A little while more, and he would be overcome with the serenity of warmth. 

But Chan interrupted. 

“It’s been a while since you wore this hoodie, yeah?” Chan asked, grinning down at Minho. 

Meanwhile, the dancer could feel his face heating up. 

Chan knew very much what he was doing. 

Lino could feel the lee mood creeping up on him, like a monster walking up in the dark. 

A big, cuddly, cute monster. 

“Shut up.” He grumbled over Chan’s giggling. 

Chan tried to duck his head under Min’s hoodie, but the boy immediately jerked and pushed his head away. 

“D-Don’t.” Were the only words Lino said, and the eldest couldn’t tell if it was because the younger didn’t want to be tickled, or because he didn’t want him to see his scar. 

So Chris did the only thing he could. Ask. 

“Are you okay Min? Am I making you uncomfortable?” Chan asked, worry flashing across his features. 

“The scar…” Lee Know whimpered, crossing his arms across his stomach. 

Odd. Minho had never had a problem with Chan looking at his scar before. 

‘It was that manager.’ Was the only thought Chan had, anger bubbling up in his stomach at the thought of the arrogant man. 

The kangaroo didn’t say a word, just staring at Min with that same sad expression. 

“Don’t look at me like that!” Lino whined, squishing at Chan’s face while he tried to turn it into a smile. 

Sleepiness was making him delusional. However, Chan couldn’t help but warm up at the sight of sleepy Minho. 

He ducked his hand down and scribbled his hand over Minho’s stomach, feeling the rough area where the dancer’s scar resided.

“ahehaha…nohot nohohow.” Lino swatted at Chan’s hand.

He ducked his head under Minho’s hoodie, and the younger didn’t even notice for a few seconds, sleep lessening his reaction time.

“N-No! What are you DOHOHOHOING NOHO NOHOT AGAIN!” Lee Know absolutely howled with laughter when the older grinned, kissing and blowing raspberries on his stomach and sides. 

“yes again” Chris mumbled into the dancer’s stomach, only tickling Minho more. 

Chan’s fingers joined in tickling the squirming dancer to pieces, the skin soft and smooth to the touch. 

Chan pulled Minho’s hands under his torso, sitting on his thighs and sneaking his fingers to intertwine with the bunny’s under his torso, pushing up slightly to stretch out his stomach. 

He peppered kisses to the scar, blowing raspberries and nibbling the soft skin.

“Look at this. So pretty…” He mumbled, looking up and meeting a very sleepy, blushy Minho. 

“nohoho! HYUNG PLE-HAHAH!” Lee Know let out, squirming around as Chan’s fingers joined the fray, wiggling at his scar. 

“So cutee. So beautiful…” 

More blushing. 

Chan continued to mumble praises into Minho’s scar, while then, the bunny managed to free his arms. 

However, instead of trying to stop the older, he just covered his giggly, flushed face, squirming violently. 

Then the raspberries came. Chan playfully bit the scar, eliciting a yelp before more hysterics. 

“P-PLEHEHEASE! HYUHUHUHUNG!” Minho screamed through his laughter, unable to get the oldest out of his hoodie. 

“Yes, Min?” Chan asked, still mumbling. 

“NOHOHOHAAH!” Lino babbled through his hysterics. 

The feeling of the older’s lips on his sensitive skin had Lee Know almost ascending. 

Soon enough, feeling hot from the sensation of the bunny’s flushed skin, Chan weaved himself out of Minho’s hoodie, gasping for breath from the repeated raspberries. 

“ha…hyuhung.” Minho panted, residual giggles still spilling from his lips. 

However, the second Chris had caught his breath, he lifted the edge of Minho’s hoodie again, slipping underneath. 

“No! NO HYUNG!” Was the only thing Lino could screech before a very loud scream clawed it’s way from his throat. 

Chris’s fingers were attacking his bare ribs, playing up and down like a piano while he continued to blow raspberries and nibble against the bunny’s pink tinted skin. 

Lee Know immediately curled in on himself, weakly slapping at Chan’s head and screaming with laughter. 

It was so unfair. The oldest always knew how to get Minho screaming in seconds. 

Tears flowed down his cheeks, contradicting the wide smile stretched across his face. 

“HYUHUHUHUNG! PLEHEHEHEASE! IHIHITS ENOUGH! NOHOHO MOOOOOORE!” Minho absolutely lost it, twisting his head side to side. 

Chris immediately let up for another break, panting as Lino wiped the tears off of his face. 

He waited until Lee Know had started breathing normally, still giggling lightly, before diving in one last time. 

Minho was too exhausted to even complain, but when he felt the nibbles and raspberries reach his v-line, Chan’s fingers slowly lowering his pant line before lightly scratching against the hypersensitive skin, he couldn’t help but scream again. 

“NOHOHO NOHOT THEHEHEHERE! HAHAHAH!” The bunny’s throat became raw with his hysterics. 

Lino begged and begged, his brain became fuzzy, and he swore he couldn’t even remember his own name. 

All the comments that manager had made disappeared, his head filling with the warm feeling of the tickles. 

If this was what having a scar give him, he really wouldn’t be insecure anymore. 

Of course, Min would never admit that.

All he could think was, ‘It tickles it tickles OH MY GOD IT TICKLES!’

Chan wormed his head out of Minho’s hoodie, smiling when Lino let out a last peal of giggles from the sensation of the kangaroo’s hair. 

The eldest engulfed Min in the blanket again, wiping the tears off of his face as the younger fell asleep, a small smile on his face.

He continued to trace his fingernail along the scar, resulting in the cutest, blushiest Minho ever, giggling lightly and batting at his hand.

“Min, it’s not your fault. That manager is so fired.” Chan growled under his breath, smiling down at his baby under his arms again, who yawned and blinked away the sleepy tears.

“mhm…good night, Chan hyung the Karen.”

“Wha-HEY!”

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i know a ton of y’all were waiting for this 😉

also in the beginning it mentioned four months, which is exactly the amount of time since i released the last hoodie fic OwO

just a lil fun for you 💗💗💗

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

𝙟𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖 — 𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 1k

𝙖/����: @qodwhdiy happy birthday!!! <3 AHHHH THE FINALE! hi future sana lol

𝙩/𝙬: raspberries, rough tickles

𝒍𝒆𝒆: minho, changbin

𝙡𝙚𝙧: skz

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

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

Although the tower was rocking on a single tile dangerously, the boys reckoned they could all at least get a single tile out before everything collapsed. 

It all continued normally, but Chan was getting suspicious at the amount of tiles showing up that weren’t writing. 

Until Changbin pulled one. 

“Oh, great.” He hissed, turning it over and reading what was written. 

‘Ribs for 4 minutes’

“NO!! Not the ribs, please!” Changbin begged, eyes widening in fear as Hyunjin grinned evilly, shoving him down and trying to pull the rapper’s arms above his head. 

Chan and Felix each handled an arm, and Chan managed to pin it with ease, however Felix struggled quite a bit until Minho assisted him. 

Changbin found himself completely trapped, and he panicked, trying to twist away or find an escape. 

Hands grabbed at his ankles, and he kicked out wildly. 

Hyunjin slowly pulled the rapper’s shirt above his head, which only made things worse for him as the cloth covered his eyes and rendered his ability to see. 

“H-Hey, I can’t see anything!” Binnie called out, trying to squint through the fabric. 

“That’s the point, hyung.” Hyunjin deadpanned, blowing cold air playfully against the warm skin and watching Changbin shiver, goosebumps forming on his skin around his ribs. 

“Aweee, look! I think you’re a little cold, yeah?” Hyunjin teased, pressing his fingers against the bumpy area and watching Changbin buck up once and crash down.

“n—OHO!!” Binnie shook as Hyunjin massaged gently into the area with his warm hands, the sensation tingly enough to send fire shooting down his nerves but not enough to even make him giggle. 

So he just trembled in place, nobody responding as Jisung called the timer to start. 

“Your hands are warm…” Changbin giggled, and Hyunjin smiled fondly down at the boy. 

“Two minutes left!” 

Hyunjin decided to pick up the pace, kneading into the rapper’s ribs and scribbling along the sides of his chest. 

“AHAHAHAHA!! IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!!” Binnie spat out, thrashing in place and cackling crazily as he tried to shove at the fingers that dared to tickle him. 

“You’re just so cute, aren’t you?~” Hyunjin cooed, and Binnie squeaked flusteredly. 

“HYUNJIN NOHOHOHOHOHO!!” Changbin squealed, Hyune’s lips blowing torturously long raspberries mercilessly into the sensitive crevices of his ribs. 

“PLEHEHEHEASEEEE!!” Binnie squeezed his eyes shut, smile wide as he cackled crazily, unable to squirm away due to the six pairs of arms making sure he couldn’t even turn his body. 

“30 seconds!” Jisung yelled. 

“THAHAT’S TOOHOO LOHOHONG!! HYUNJIN!!” Changbin started to shriek when the younger blew a raspberry slightly higher than usual, moving towards his upper ribs. 

“C’mon hyung…you can take it.” Hyunjin teased lowly, and Changbin flushed a deep red. 

“Mhmmhmm I CANT TAKE IT!! I REHEHEALLY CAHAHAHAHAHAHANT!!” Binnie howled with laughter as a singular buzzing raspberry attacked his upper ribs. 

The timer rang in the background, Hyunjin letting up and rubbing at the area gently with his warm fingers, making Changbin giggle and blush. 

Everyone cooed and snuggled with the rapper before remembering the game. 

Minho randomly pulled a tile, not expecting any writing on it.   

Then it happened.

The tower tipped over and fell, all the blocks scattering everywhere, highlighting Lino’s shocked expression. 

Everyone’s head turned slowly towards him. 

“G-Guys. I lost, okay?! I’m sorry for knowing it over. No need for any pun—ISHMENT!” Minho screamed when multiple arms grasped at his body and yanked him towards the floor. 

“Oh, there is definitely a need for punishment.” Jisung replied snarkily, cracking his knuckles and settling on the older’s waist. 

“So…what’s your worst spot?” Jeongin asked timidly. 

Jisung looked down expectantly at the red-faced older, who sealed his lips and shook his head. 

”Tell us or else we’ll wreck every single spot that’s ticklish on you until and we find out. Then we’ll tickle that spot until—“

“Okay! Okay!” Minho squealed, cutting off Chan’s comment. 

“It’s my lower belly! Happy?” He scoffed, face beet-red.

Jeongin and Felix both cheered; everyone taking their places to pin him down. 

‘Seriously, why does this happen to me so much?’ Minho thought. 

He braced himself, feeling Chan pulling his clothing out of the way to expose the sensitive spot. 

Min squeezed his eyes shut as Jisung and Channie snuck their lips onto either side of his belly, and Lixie set up the timer before flashing a thumbs up. 

The raspberries were unbearable, the two boys blowing as hard and as long as they could onto the hypersensitive skin of Minho’s lower sides. 

“N-No!! MHMMMAHHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Minho tried to seal his lips for a second, but failed rather miserably. Loud cackles rang throughout the room as he twisted to either side but couldn’t escape. 

Fingers were everywhere on his belly, more and more hands joining in to punish him. Minho howled with crazed laughter as he was brutally tickled without mercy or hesitation. 

“NAAAHAHAHAHAHA!! NO—PLEASEAAAHAHAHAHA!!” He screamed out, unable to form coherent sentences as his brain practically turned to mush under his members nimble fingers.

Minho tried to twist away from Jisung’s nibbles, just to move further into Chan’s lips, which blew a torturous raspberry that head him jumping away. 

“I CAHAHAHAHAN’T!!” He begged, and Hyunjin cooed. “Hyung can’t handle it!” 

“IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES SOHOHO MUHUHUCH—!!” Lino cackled, thrashing so hard that everyone was having trouble holding him down. 

“It’s only been a minute!” Felix exclaimed, pushing his fingers further into Minho’s v-line. 

“IHIHI CAHAHANT TAHAKE AHANYMORE!! CHAHANNIE PLEASE STOHOHOHOP IHIT!! PLEASEEEE!!” 

Concerned with the hoarseness of the younger’s voice as he screamed, Chan let up for a second. “Wait, I think he really needs a break! Jisung, stop for a second.” 

Minho gasped for air, slumping underneath them, exhausted. When Jisung’s fingers ducked near to his belly, Minho gripped his fingers. “Ihi reheally cahan’t tahake anymore!” 

Jisung sighed and began to just rub at Min’s belly to calm him down. 

Minho practically leaned into the touch, a small smile on his tear stained face. 

“He really loves his belly rubs…” Hannie chuckled, and Minho’s eyes began to droop. 

“I think he’s done, and I’m a little sleepy.” Binnie yawned, and everyone curled up around the kitten to snuggle him to sleep. 

They can deal with the mess of Jenga blocks later.