#implied ler Hyunjin

[hearted-anon]

Okay Hiii! I know that you’re close friends with Sana so I wanna organize something for her blog anniversary in about two weeks! She just posted about it 🥰 and I wanna do something special! If it’s possible, could you prepare a fic for that day? it’s the 27th of July I think. I just wanted to plan a surpirse!! Feel free to ignore just remember that this is a secret so she doesn’t know! Please don’t respond to this but if you’re in, post a 👀 in the tk community

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Raised hearts? Raised arms.

Words: 1641

Note: for @itzsana-kiddingmenow , happy anniversary!!

T/w: rough tickles, pinning

Lee(s): Changbin, Bangchan

Ler(s): Maknae line

Felix waddled over towards the rapper, who was sitting comfortably on the couch as he regained his breath. A black vest covered the red tank top that perfectly hugged his waist, albeit a bit tightly. Laying on his lap laid a tired wolf, where he wore a blue, thin vest with a back tank top; it didn’t cover his arms even in the slightest, leaving nothing to the imagination. The dwaekki was running a hand through the older’s hair calmly, the group having just finished up their performance at Music Bank.

“Looking good, are we?” The brownie boy murmured into Changbin’s ear, eliciting a soft squeak as his head turned to meet the younger. Hands were now all over him, massaging his arms, shoulders, anywhere that Felix could reach was not safe, making the shorter melt away into a puddle of goo and soft whines of protest; the dancer knew he didn’t mean them in the slightest. A curious Chan stared up at the duo when he realised he wasn’t getting hair scratches anymore, feeling a pang of jealousy that the dwaekki wasn’t paying attention to him.

“Hehe, he’s jealous~” Another voice called out, the leader snapping his head to meet a mushroom of blonde hair and what he could mistake as a five year old. Jutting his bottom lip out, Chan resorted to burying his head into Changbin’s stomach for protection, getting a few cute snorts and squeaks in the process. The maknaes pouted, turning the oldest back around before Seungmin scratched his scalp once more calmly, Jeongin kneading his hands quietly.

“What’s up? I see you have two cuties here!” Jisung chirped, plopping himself in front of Changbin to grip and hold his legs calmly, where Changbin was now surrounded by almost all of the members, who knows where Hyunjin and Minho went. Cheeks heating up, the two oldest members found themselves to be trapped within the maknae line, their faces turning into a pale shade of red under the sweet words that melted their hearts. Within a few seconds, their arms were suddenly lifted above their heads, revealing their bare underarms right on display.

“W-Wahahait!” Changbin almost immediately began pleading, babbling as a certain quokka held his arms up, a chick pulling down his vest to reveal his bare arms. Meanwhile, the vocalists struggled as Chan fought back against the current, but eventually succumbed when Jeongin wouldn’t stop squeezing his sides, weakening his resolve much more than it should have. Seungmin secured the leader’s arms high up, earning panicked shouts…and threats.

“Hehehey! L-Lehehet me goho!” Chan whined, tugging at his arms in a failed attempt to get the puppy’s hands to release him, but with the wide smile on his face it wasn’t very much threatening. The four mischievous people of the dreaded maknae line gathered around each other, whispering in unintelligible mutters that neither of them could comprehend. Once decided, Jisung squeezed Binnie’s hands comfortingly, while Seungmin just gazed blankly down at the leader.

“Since you two have been looking quite…amazing lately, we want you to keep your arms up. Y’know, to inspect those muscles. And if you fail…you don’t wanna know.” Jisung announced like reading rules of a competition, sending a shiver of fear and confusion down 2RACHA’s spine. What had they done so wrong to deserve such treatment from the young-ins? Suddenly, the quokka and vocalist that were holding onto the gym duos’ arms let go, causing them to almost crash down against their sides; Felix tsked disappointingly at it.

“B-But why?!” The duo practically squealed in unison, trembling as they complied to the instructions nonetheless, raising their arms above their heads. Four tiny heads popped up beneath their laps, Felix already taking courtesy of wrapping his arms around Changbin’s waist while Jeongin laid his head on Chan’s lap cosily.

“Because! We wanna show our hyungs some appreciation, now get them!” Jeongin exclaimed before fingers descended onto their bodies, earning a shrill squeal from both of the poor boys. Felix trailed his fingers around Binnie’s waist lazily, whilst Jisung traced his nails into the dwaekki’s bare armpits. Meanwhile, Seungmin was pinching up and down the oldest’s underarms, the youngest scratching tenderly at Chan’s thighs.

“Nohoho! S-Suhuhung plehease! Lix!” The rapper called out softly through his sweet laughter, a smile grazing his lips as his arms trembled, struggling to stay up. It made the sunshines’ hearts melt at the sound, the hear of their nicknames through such pure giggling making them even more determined to keep going at the soft pace; drawing tiny hearts onto the respective spots quietly with a smile of their own, they couldn’t hide it around the radiant warmth of the bunny.

“Eek! Guhuhuys!” Chan whined, stamping his feet onto the floor as Jeongin’s head bounced on his lap, causing the fox to grumble and push the plump thighs back into their place. The producer didn’t get the same, delicate treatment as the snorting dwaekki, the maknaes’ not giving up in their merciful but relentless attack. The four young-ins were as quiet as a mouse, letting the duo’s squeaky, stuttering laughter echo through the room.

“I don’t understand how you both are hated, listen to those squeals…” Seungmin hummed, scribbling his nails quickly over the leader’s armpits; his arms immediately crashed down to his sides with a sharp shriek. Seeing how quickly Chan failed, Changbin pleaded with the quokka with glossy eyes, begging not to suffer the same fate. But with a deep breath, the chick blew a loud raspberry onto his tummy after invading the younger’s tank top; earning a shriek as his hands pushed at his head instantly.

“Ooo, look who failed~” Jisung cooed, earning panicked squeaks and begging from the gym duo as their arms were forcefully ripped above their heads, the quokka and puppy standing behind them now. Their arms wrapped around theirs like a rope, keeping their hands free whilst allowing absolutely zero movement for the struggling producers; how convenient! Unable to avoid their tickly fate, the boys just stared at the maknae line with their best puppy eyes, but were powerless against the fingers that hovered above them.

“W-Waha- AHAHAH! N-NOHOHO!” Changbin wailed when fingers kneaded into the centre of his armpits, another Aussie pair of hands finding the dips of his hips before digging in. His head tossed and turned, cheeks heating up as hysterics spilled from his lips quickly. Jisung took the opportunity to lean his head close to the cherry red ears, whispering tiny compliments that turned his brain to mush; how could anyone say he’s overconfident?

“EEHAHAHA! I’M SOHOHORRY I’M SORRY!” The leader pleaded pointless apologies as a prankster’s hands found his sides, skittering and scratching the smooth skin tenderly, while another pair of hands found his armpits and repeated the same process, causing poor Chan to go into a state of frenzy. Seungmin snickered above him, taking the squishy skin and switching to squeezing as a scream tore from the oldest’s throat; how did anyone think he’s disrespectful?

“Aww~ they can’t even speak properly anymore..” Felix cooed, pressing his lips to the pudge of Binnie’s tummy that prominently stuck out giving his position, earning another shriek from the one above him.

“Stop laughing if you want it to stop..” Seungmin raised an eyebrow when the cackling didn’t stop, it obviously wouldn’t. Jeongin smirked evilly, pressing his lips to Chan’s neck before blowing hard. The leader wailed in ticklish agony, what a bunch of hellions.

“N-NOHO MOHORE NO MOHORAHAH-!” Changbin pleaded with the last of his breath before he cut out completely, silent begging that refused to leave his mouth through his open smile, blush bleeding into his shirt; he looked just like a real strawberry; his tank top being red only colouring him in all the more.

“ARGHAHAHA GUYS! PLEHEHEA-!” Chan’s voice too, gave out after another agonised scream of shrieky laughter, shaking his head as the fox refused to leave his neck alone, the area down already turned into its own bright shade of red. When the maknae line lifted their hands, and lips, they had to catch the exhausted gym duo, whose heads were slumped down as their arms laid limp down at their sides. Tears of mirth were streaming down their faces with each wheeze of breath that they took in, four tiny heads popping up beneath him. Seungmin and Felix had come to give just about a thousand tiny kisses along the rapper’s face, hands massaging his arms as the dwaekki squirmed from being fussed over. Meanwhile, Jeongin ran a soothing hand through the leader’s hair, Jisung snuggling against the heated body as he melted away.

“Tiny cuties..” Seungmin hummed quietly, earning loud whines of protest from below. However, when fingers wiggled ever so slightly on the waists they were quick to change their minds, babbling weakly for mercy. Just like that, the two strongest in the group were reduced to puddles of giggles, the maknae line working hard to relax their muscles and croon them to sleep; Felix’s voice was great for lullabies, wasn’t it? As soft snoring filled the room eventually, two heads peeked out from the front door.

“We left for groceries and they got wrecked? No fair!” Minho pouted, able to obviously tell who and who did not get the fair share of torture, gripping about two heavy bags of vegetables in each hand.

“Ah, no problem, there’s always tomorrow to show how much we love them..” Hyunjin mumbled, rather enthusiastically given his soft nature; one of his hands holding a full bag of meat and assorted other items, another fumbling around with the keys.

The sounds of cabinets and the fridge opening rang throughout the quiet dorms, two mischievous grocery helpers discussing their beloved plan to torment the other half of their line for when they woke up..for appreciation of course.