#lee Jeongin

[minnielvrr]

lee innie lee innie LEE INNIE HOLY SHIT!

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Minho tickling him before the performance, Innie is blushing SO hard by the time they go on stage

Hyunjin, Seungmin and Chan not missing a single opportunity to wiggle their fingers over his belly as they walk past him (intentionally)

Han just straight up tackling him onto a chair, his hands already busy kneading Innie's sides before they're even properly seated

Binnie and Lixie 'appreciating' his muscles, scratching over Innie's exposed ribs and abs as the poor maknae laughs his head off

Innie squirming and squealing oh so loud, begging for their manager to save him as he's passed from one of his hyungs to the others until he's so red in the face and his tears have ruined his makeup

Their manager laughing at them as he extracts the youngest from his evil hyungs and ushes him away to get his makeup redone

He'd be so shy afterwards, running away with shrieky giggles when Seungmin and Han teasingly wiggled their fingers in his direction~

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙪𝙣𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙚𝙙:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 2k

𝙖/𝙣: dunno how to feel about this one yall

𝙩/𝙬: use of restraints for jeongin’s part, but not heavily mentioned, rough tickles

𝒍𝒆𝒆: minho, jeongin

𝙡𝙚𝙧: chan, jeongin, minho

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

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

No matter how many times he thought of it, Jeongin didn’t understand how bursting into his arch-nemesis’ lair would let them beat him. 

Although…Chan always had seemed fond of their rival…teasing, flirty smirks and quips exchanged between the two, but what Jeongin knew was that Chan cherished Minho’s smile more than anything else. 

It was pretty appealing to watch the two, even though in the end one would always end up bandaging the others’ wounds. It was a…complicated relationship. 

These thoughts raced through the sidekick’s head as he snuck into the familiar place through the back entrance, breaking the lock in. 

Jeongin assumed Minho would probably be asleep, considering it was 12:30 in the morning. 

He reached for his device in his pocket, intent on calling Chan and letting him know he made it.

Jeongin never got that chance. 

Lights switched on and he was thrown to the floor with a grunt as Minho raised a glass bottle over his head. Innie shrieked in fear and held his hands out in peace. 

After recognizing him, Minho relaxed a bit, still holding the bottle. Jeongin had time to notice the older wearing a comfy-looking hoodie except for his usual dark style. 

The two stared at each other, both lost in thought. “Why are you here?” Minho scoffed, setting the bottle down but keeping the younger still pinned beneath him. 

Jeongin gulped, staring up at the villain in fear. 

“Not spilling, huh?” Min suddenly stood up, pulling the younger along with him, and Innie struggled his hardest, yanking and tugging at his pinned hands in Minho’s. “L-Let me go!! Please!!” Jeongin shrieked. 

“Nope. I want to know where Chan’s place is. And you’re gonna tell me.” Jeongin could hear the sleepiness in the older’s voice, but decided not to act on it for now. 

“No, I’m not! There’s nothing you can do to make me spill and I’d rather die than betray him!” Innie yelled. “Now let me go!” 

Minho sighed a long, tired sigh and pulled the younger into a dark room, pressing him onto a flat table and latching his limbs into place. Even though Innie screamed for help and desperately tried to escape, it didn’t work. 

“Just shut uppp…” Minho groaned, jabbing the boy in the side and startling when the boy let out a small, cute shriek of laughter. And then went dead silent. 

“What was that?~” Minho smiled, a soft, gentle smile that Jeongin finally understood why Channie loved. The villain certainly didn’t act like one. 

“N-Nothing.” Innie blurted out and tried to clamp his limbs down protectively, just to be met with a smaaallissue. He was tied. 

“Why were you laughing?” Minho asked, poking the younger’s side again, earning a similar shriek. 

“That tickles!! Please, leave me alone!” Innie begged, just to let out an ungodly scream and loud laughter when Minho kneaded as his side experimentally. 

“Oh? So all it does is…make you laugh?” Minho wondered to himself, moving both hands to the younger boy’s sides and kneading unevenly, gently. 

However, for poor Innie, this only tickled more. “PLEHEASE!! Lehehehet gohoho!!” The boy angled his body away, just to be met with the other hand on his upper ribs. 

“No…noho—nohot thehehere please!!” Jeongin pleaded, frantically thrashing around and trying to escape. 

“Oh? Is this a bad spot?” Minho asked genuinely, pressing his finger pads against the area and watching Jeongin crash down onto the table with a squeal. 

“Hm. Okay.” Minho shrugged, turning away. Jeongin breathed a sigh of relief, just to let out a howl when the fingers returned just to tease him, kneading down the space and pulling the loudest of laughter from the poor lee. 

“That’s so cute~! You’re laughing so loudly!” Minho giggled, moving down to the poor boy’s hips. 

“Does this tickle?” Minho pressed down on the bone and relishing in the desperate scream Jeongin let out. 

“IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!! IHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES TOHOHOHOOO MUHUHUCH!! STOHOHOHOP THIHIS TOHOHORTURE!!” Innie frantically screamed, rattling the entire table with his thrashing as Min kneaded roughly into his hip bone. 

“Maybe I’d stop if you told me where Chan lives.” Minhos shrugged. “But who knows?” 

Jeonginnie gasped for air the second Minho let up for a break, moving towards his upper body again. “Wahahait…noho…”

“No breaks. You’re gonna tell me.” Minho threatened, but Innie shook his head, though a little slow in doing so. 

“Fine. Then no mercy.” Minho suddenly placed his hands on Innie’s underarms and went to town, and the younger was screaming again, loud cackles pouring from him endlessly, it never stopped, it never slowed down. 

Minho’s tickly fingers moved from his armpits to his neck to his sides to his belly, and Jeongin could never predict where they were going next, and he was completely helpless. 

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE OHO MY GAHAHAHAHAD!!” Jeongin pleaded, back arching as he tried not to break, he couldn’t say anything, Chan’s life….Chan’s life. 

Chan sent him here…on purpose. He wanted Minho to catch him and arrive at his place. 

All Innie knew was that he was breaking, and he finally gave in. “FAHAHAHAHAINE!! FIHIHIHINE IHIHILL TEHEHEHELLL YOU PLEHEEHEHEEASE STOHOHOHOHOP!!”

As per his deal, Min let go, watching Innie’s body crash to the table as the younger gulped in as much oxygen as he could. 

“That worked much better than I thought it would.” Minho declared, and Jeongin glared at him. “You suhuck.”

“You were the one who was laughing,” Minho retorted. “Now show me.” 

He unlatched Jeongin from the table, still holding the younger tightly but gently on the wrist to prevent escape. 

The two headed to Chan’s place…though Minho had forgotten to change from his dark blue hoodie, shorts and messy bed hair, he was ready to take down the hero who he had been fighting with…albeit playfully. 

Jeongin meanwhile, was wondering how Chan would react to him giving in just to some tickles. He thought Chan would be disappointed, maybe even upset with him.  

Jeongin unlocked the door and frowned when Minho told him to stay outside. 

“Chan?~” Minho sang quietly, entering the house and grabbing a bottle as a weapon. 

Suddenly, two hands wrapped around his waist and Minho squealed as he was hoisted bridal-style into someone’s arms. 

“Minho~” Chan cooed, snatching the bottle from the villain, whose cheeks were now a bright pink, although it was a little dark for Channie to see it. 

“This isn’t funny. Put me down. I’m here to defeat you.” Minho tried to sound threatening and scary, but the way his voice shook when Chan rubbed gently along his back or the way he yawned in the middle of the sentence wasn’t doing him wonders. 

“Cuteee~” Chan giggled, causing Minho to squeak. “Innie, you can come in now.” 

Minho squirmed and tried to leap out of the older’s arms, but Chan tsked and gently held on. Min whined and slumped like a tired kitten into Chan’s embrace, head leaning against the hero’s chest. 

“When did he become your damsel?” Jeongin laughed. 

“He was always my cutie. So grumpy, aren’t you?” Chan booped his nose. Minho just grumbled and didn’t fight back. 

“I…I thought he was a villain. You know, someone who was evil.” Jeongin trailed off. 

“Ohhh, yeah, um…Min’s not exactly a villain to me.” Chan explained, rubbing his thumb along the younger’s cheek while the kitten looked up at him with wide eyes. 

“He tickled me!! Just to tell him where you were!” Jeongin pouted. 

“Oh? You tickled my sidekick, huh?” Chan squeezed the younger’s cheeks.  

“Chan!!” Innie shouted. “Get him back somehow or something!” 

“Fine.”

Minho shrieked when Chan set him on the couch, kneeling in front of him. Jeongin walked behind the couch and grabbed Minho’s arms, leaving the middle sitting on the couch with his arms pinned.

“Ready?” Chan asked, and Minho didn’t respond, hiding his face in his arm. 

Chan sat gently onto his knees, placing his hands on either one of Minho’s sides. He frowned when Minho yet again, didn’t react. 

“Hey, kitten. You have to tell me if you’re okay…” Channie gently tilted Minho’s chin to face him, and was shocked when he saw the gleam of unshed tears in the younger’s eyes. “Hey, let go, Innie.” Chan ordered, the younger responding almost immediately and then sitting next to Chan on the couch. 

“What’s wrong, kitten?” Chan scooted closer. Minho’s lower lip trembled and he looked up at the hero with a truly vulnerable look that had Channie scrambling to pull the boy into a hug. 

“Why are you nice to me…?” Minho whispered, and Chan could feel his heart shatter. 

“Because you’re misunderstood, and I feel like even you deserve love.” Chan pressed a small kiss to his forehead. Jeongin rubbed along the kitten’s knee gently. 

“My sweet kitten. I’ll cheer you up, okay?” 

Minho was returned to his previous position, and Chan asked his question again. “Is this okay, sweet thing?” 

Minho nodded with a blush, squeaking when Chan’s fingers pressed into his sides. 

“I-I’m not ticklish…” Minho feebly tried to lie his way out of it. 

Chan raised his eyebrow disbelievingly. “Don’t worry, I’ll make you beg no matter what.” 

Minho crashed backwards onto the couch with a squeal the second Chan lifted his hoodie and snuck his hands onto the warm skin. 

“So ticklish~” Chan giggled, squeezing up and down the sensitive sides he had latched onto. 

“Pleheheheasee~!!” Minho giggled, and Jeongin was awestruck at how cute the normally stoic villain sounded. 

Chan admired the younger’s wide smile from his spot. Moving his tickling fingers along Minho’s ribs, the leader laughed along with the villain screamed with laughter, throwing his head back. 

“CHAHAHAHANNNIEE!!” Minho pleaded, suddenly trembling desperately when Chan pulled the middle down more to stretch out his stomach.  

Minho laughed a wild, bubbly laugh when Chan gulped in air to blow messy raspberries into his belly, the hero shaking his head to spread his stupidly ticklish hair all over the boy’s stomach. 

“STAHAHAHAHA—I CAHAHAHAN’T!!” Minho whined, jerking around desperately as Chan moved to his v-line, gently moving the pant line away to access the hypersensitive skin. 

“Wahahait…” Minho panted, suddenly letting out a high pitched scream when Chan attacked his lower belly. Jeongin watched in amusement as the villain who had so brutally attacked them just a few weeks ago was now thrashing around laughing on the couch. 

“How much does this tickle out of ten?” Chan cooed, leaning down to blow another messy, torturouslyticklish raspberry onto the sensitive skin beneath him. 

“TEHEHEHEHEN!! FUHUHUHUHUHUCK THAHAAT TIHIHICKLES!!” Minho wailed, struggling to pull himself out of the situation and Jeongin’s grip. 

“You’re so adorable, Min~” 

Chan reached down and skittered his fingers along the boy’s thighs, earning an out of breath scream and more cackles. “NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!!” It tickled too much, Minho could barely handle it. 

“OKAHAHAHAY!! OKAY OKAY!! PLEHEHEASEE!!”

Chan laughed as he continued to tickle Minho’s thighs, causing Jeongin to have to tighten his grip as Minho frantically cackled, flinging his whole body around, trying to clamp his thighs closed, but Chan’s body was in the way. 

“I CAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAKE IHIHIT!!” Minho pleaded. 

Chan finally decided to let up, scooping the younger up and taking him to his room. 

Jeongin watched at the door fondly as Chan tucked the sleepy boy in with a kiss to the forehead, and Chan blushed when his sidekick sent him a teasing glance. “Not one word.” Jeongin headed to his own room. 

Chan clambered into bed beside the already fast asleep kitten, who smiled a tiny, cute smile when Channie wrapped his arms around him from behind. 

“My little villain~” Chan cooed, pressing kisses along the nape of his neck. Minho whined, reaching back to intertwine his fingers with Chan’s. 

“Maybe I love you too much to attack anymore.”

[hearted-anon]

Members need rest? Chan knows best!

Words: 4.4k Lee(s): Skz Ler: Channie

Chan laid back after the cruel hours of idol work, feeling his bones turn to mush under the comfortable mattress. The fans had been swarming him like bees to honey the entire day, and don’t get him wrong, he loves stays as much as the next member, but it was tiring to deal with it continuously. A soft smile grazed his face tiredly, finally slipping away into dreamland after what felt like an eternity of staring at the ceiling who glared back at him, courtesy of insomnia.

Then he heard it.

Loud screams of excitement rang through the halls like a fire alarm, making his ears ring. Apparently although the leader was more than done with all the shenanigans he had been through for the day, his members weren’t, having more than enough energy to spare. He closed one eye temporarily, hoping the members would get the hint when the oldest didn’t exit to join in. Alas, they were clueless, only making the noise grow in volume as what sounded like Hyunjin and Changbin arguing rang throughout the halls.

Slamming open his room door, he glared daggers at all 7 kids, who stopped right in their tracks at the long pang of the wood slamming against the wall. The daggers were a cold sting to their heart, making the kids cower into a corner with fear as the oldest grew closer. He sighed, he didn’t want to instil fear into his children whenever he was upset, it hurt to see them on the verge of tears as if he was going to tear them apart limb by limb.

And that’s when he thought of it.

“10 seconds, go hide.” He whispers without context, relieved when the members slowly come undone from their bundle, which he thought was adorable, maybe he would scare them more often. They all looked up at him in confusion, eyes glistening with what he didn’t know were tears or happiness that they weren’t going to die, making his heart melt when he found himself being looked up upon by 7 curious puppies. However, all fun comes to an end, he was meant to punish them after all. He didn’t respond, only counting down slowly, either way it made the kids shriek and run to hide, even if they had no idea what was going on.

If they couldn’t sleep when needed, Chan would ensure they were tired enough.

Trekking along the halls, he hummed a soft tune that echoed eerily throughout the halls, a warning call to the hiding children. He smirked, all of his exhaustion replaced by the desperate need to find all of his children, by hook or by crook. The first kid he found was of course his first child, hiding under Chan’s own bed. A scream of surprise ensued before Jisung was pulled from under the bed by his feet, a very tickle hungry leader looming over him.

The quokka babbled and pleaded for mercy, silenced in an instant when Chan pressed his lips right onto his ribs, blowing as hard as he could as his fingers travelled into his armpits quickly, kneading and massaging the middle. Han absolutely lost it, cackling and shrieking as he tried to squirm away to no avail with the oldest sitting comfortably on his waist.

“ARGH! HYUHUHAHAHA! I’M SOHOHOHOR- EEK!” Jisung tried his best to beg, but a squeal of agony left his mouth when Chris decided on nibbling onto his ribs too, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh between the bones before vibrating his teeth gently there, sending the younger to see stars. He stomped his feet onto the floor desperately, begging for release as tears of mirth streamed down his face, decorating his chubby cheeks.

“Learned your lesson? Now go to bed.” Chan strictly told him, though it wasn’t as intimidating with that wide smile, admiring his kid that panted and wiped at his tears. Jisung nodded enthusiastically, not wanting to experience another round of that torture, it was absolutely ruthless. He didn’t know his hyung was that rough, retreating back to his room, feeling bad for the other members.

1 kid down, 6 more to go.

“Where are my kids hm? I promise I won’t be too harsh if you come out now…” He feigned innocence, singing his words. He turned his head, facing the cat den that was Minho’s room. Usually anyone entering that den was prohibited, even Chan himself, who got quite the harsh scolding from the younger when the older was caught snooping in his room. But he knew he was hiding there, using his kitty privileges to his advantage. He barged in, and lo and behold there he was, resting comfortably on his bed as if Bangchan wouldn’t know of his safe haven.

“W-What are you doing here?! You c-can’t just- AH!” Minho’s scolding which was merely a ploy to hide his anxiousness, not really hidden with the stuttering he was doing. The older simply lunged at the cat without hesitation, letting out sweet Aussie giggles as he wrestled the bunny down. It wasn’t that much of a fight, seeing how he was the second strongest in Stray Kids, easily pinning those arms high above his head, seated nicely on his plump thighs.

“You were saying, cutie?” Chan giggled lowly when the bunny’s face burned a bright red at the name call, Lee Know would never get used to those compliments no matter how many times the older one did it. He kicked under Chris’s hold, trying to lodge himself out of the weight placed off of him. All was well until Minho felt fingers drum onto his lower belly, the fabric of his tank top doing absolutely nothing to protect him.

“Nah ah~ You had so much energy to wake me up right? I’ll tire you out just fine.” The oldest tutted before sinking his fingers right into the younger’s v-line, kneading all too close to his hips and thighs. A piercing shriek left his mouth before he descended into witch-like cackles, his hands weakly pulling at the fingers that invaded his waistline, even with his shirt it felt like they were vibrating right onto his weak spot.

“ARGH! HYUHAHAHA! NAHAHAT THERE! PLEA- NOO!” Another shriek left him when he felt hair brush along his ear before teeth sunk into his neck, nibbling along the pudgy skin that gathered under his ear. Stamping his feet he begged and squealed for mercy, slamming down his chin to his collarbone to block out the head, hands tugging at the fingers that wouldn’t stop kneading his skin, it was all futile. Until tears were soaking his shirt collar, which didn’t take long, he was released from his prison. Minho panted and gasped for air on the bed, curling up into himself. Chan didn’t even have to tell him to sleep, the younger’s eyes closing and promptly falling asleep.

2 kids down, 5 more to go.

Quietly creaking the door shut to the cat’s den, he snuck around the rooms, eyes eventually landing onto his soulmate, none other than his Aussie bro, hiding snugly in a cupboard. Rushing over, he pulled the chick out, more concerned at the weird angle the blonde was in, back following the curve of the cupboard, creeping him out. He held Felix high in the air with his hands under Lix’s underarms to hold him there, inspecting for injuries. The younger sighed, hoping he had forgotten all about the punishment. What a fool he was.

Once ensuring the chick wasn’t injured, Chan gave him a disappointed and knowing look. The sunshine had a terrible habit of doing anything that he could to win or hide, sometimes it was quite the danger. Too bad for Felix, it just added onto the list of reasons on why he should be punished. The sunshine looked genuinely upset at that look, frowning as he slumped under the leader’s arms, whispering a sorry under his breath.

“You’ll definitely be sorry.” Before the sunshine could retort a question of confusion, he felt a mushroom of hair slip under his shirt, lips attaching to the top of his abs, settling on one of the packs near the ribs before blowing harshly. He shrieked, falling into loud, squeaky hysterics as his feet wiggled fruitlessly under the older. He couldn’t move anywhere besides twisting and turning to the side, which only made the sensations worse. Oh how Felix majorly regretted waking Chan up, he was pinned high in the air unless he could pull himself up, which was not possible with the tight grip that held his waist high up.

“PLEHEHHEASE! NOHOAHAHA!” Felix howled with laughter when it in fact didn’t stop, the older’s lips delicately brushing along the younger’s abs before blowing on each pack harshly, before he was face to face with his navel. The sunshine could feel the warm breath that blew into it, making him giggle nervously as he looked down to plead for mercy.

“W-Wahahait! I-I’m sohohory! I wohohon’t do it ahahagain- NO HYUNG!” Felix collapsed when Chan began to nibble along the rim of his belly button, shaking his head both in denial to stop and to rub his fluffy hair along the victim’s tummy, making him squeal. Felix went limp in Chris’s hold, unable to push at his head, only kicking his feet out and shaking his own head as he begged for it to stop. His throat grew hoarse, vision blurring up with tears as he saw the light itself.

Maybe he actually did, because the next thing he knew he felt himself being laid down, seeing his own dreams within seconds. He wondered if he had passed out, only realising that he had fallen asleep the moment Chan had stopped, and was cradled and tucked into bed without another word. He smiled softly, maybe the leader wasn’t as ruthless as he thought, continuing his sweet dreams calmly.

That was 3 kids down, 4 more to go…

Not long after the leader had gone chicken hunting, he immediately found a chick’s predator, a fox. The fox hibernated peacefully under blankets and pillows, making Chan squeal like a school girl at the adoring sight. His heart melted with cupid’s arrow pierced through it, approaching the youngest quietly not to disturb him. As much as he favourites the maknae line, he was hungry for tickles, and he was going to get them all like Pokemon.

“Baby? Are you awake?” A soft whisper coaxed the youngest out of his slumber, yawning that made Chan want to kick his feet absolutely everywhere while giggling. Jeongin nodded slowly, still dazed from being woken up from his slumber. Hands wrapped around his waist, pulling him into a tight cuddle under the sheets. They laid in silence for a good while, Chan almost forgetting what he was here for having the cutie in his arms.

Almost.

“Are the scars on your face still there?” Chan murmured softly into Jeongin’s ear, seemingly out of the blue. They both shuddered at the memory, but swallowing his nerves he could feel the nod in the darkness of his room. And then came a sniffle. Chris squeezed the other’s waist tighter, consoling his insecurities that welled up deep in his heart. He needed to comfort him, and needed it now he did.

So why not kill two birds with one stone?

Chan gently pressed his lips to the skin of the younger’s scars, trailing his lips softly over the rough skin. He smiled when he got a soft squeak and sweet giggles in return, his hands that once laid protectively over his waist holding his hands down, ensuring there was nothing to hide that smile.

“Hyung! W-Whahaha!” Jeongin’s words were cut off with another squeak when fingers traced delicate shapes and hearts into his sides and tummy, along with the persistent loving kisses that rained down onto his scars. His cheeks soon turned a bright red, flustered out of his mind that his gentle loving did wonders to himself, not wanting to admit it. There came no response, only a soft hum that vibrated in ticklish motions along his skin, before continuing his chaste kissing all over his scars.

“Plehehease it tickles so bahahad!” He squeaked out meekly, squealing sharply when teeth nibbled and lips kissed along the back of his ear, close to his neck. Not many people knew, but the members more than often took advantage of that sensitive patch of skin, whenever they did so much as go close to that spot, shoulders automatically scrunched up to protect himself. He fell into high pitched cackling, trying to turn around to no avail with Chan’s hands tight around his torso that bonded his arms together.

“HYUAHAHHA! NOHOHO!” He kicked out beneath the tight cuddles, shaking his head when he realised any attempt to leave was completely futile, left to suffer as so under the hands of the leader. Chris simply cooed, whispering compliments through nibbles and kisses that made Jeongin feel like his face was on fire. Only when he felt Jeongin go limp eventually was he released, cuddled properly to sleep before the oldest slipped away, like a shadow in the night’s sky.

That was 4 kids down, 3 to go.

Sneaking away into the puppy’s enclosure now, he scrambled and turned the room upside down, eager to find Seungmin. His search was fruitless, no signs of any puppy baby being in the room. Or so he thought, when he found the child’s legs peeking out from what he initially thought were a normal bundle of clothes. They didn’t move, nor breathe at first, leading Chan to think he might’ve had a hard time breathing in there, instantly activating his dad instincts.

Grabbing the puppy’s feet, he dragged him out, seeing a red faced Seungmin. Well at least he was right to think he struggled breathing, letting Seungmin catch his breath calmly as he waited. He wasn’t a monster, despite his ruthless attacks he didn’t want to go overboard after all, only seeking to tire his babies out. Once done, he securely headlocked the younger’s feet high in the air, a panicking Seungmin on the floor as he tried to sit up to get his feet back to no avail.

“D-Don’t! If you do, you're old!” Seungmin threatened with a hiss, though Chan knew behind those walls his heart was tugged down by embarrassment and anticipation, and boy was he going to take that to his advantage.

“Still wanna talk back like this hm?” Chan hummed, his fingers descending on one of the willing soles to trace gently along it, under his toes, to his arch then his heel, and repeating. The puppy screeched and giggled like a maniac, not hysterically but it felt so ticklish, so so ticklish with all the anticipation that welled inside his heart. He was lying if he said he didn’t deserve this, but it was torture!

“I-I’m sohohory! Plehehehase dohohon’t tease mehehe!” Seungmin pleaded desperately, unable to take the soft scratching up and down his soles for any longer. It drove him just as crazy as normal tickling, though he would’ve much rather had that than whatever torture method this was.

“You wanna be tickled? Okay!” Chan bubbled enthusiastically, before his manicured nails went haywire onto his bare feet, scratching along any surface of the soft skin he could find. Seungmin shrieked as loudly as he could before descending like those fingers into hysterics, tugging at his feet as his hand pounded into the floor. With the added anticipation along with those nails that felt horrible, he was driven ballistic, it took less than a minute before tears streamed down his face.

“I-IT’S SOHOHO BAHAHAD! PLEHEAHAHAHA! HYUHUHUNG!” He thrashed, tried to kick, arched his back but nothing released himself from the head lock on his feet, begging for mercy that was granted once he saw that Seungmin looked on the verge of passing out, sweat falling down his forehead like it was the most intense workout he’s ever had. Chan smiled sweetly in contrast to the torture he’s putting his children to, kissing away the tears on the puppy’s cheeks before carrying him like a bag of rice, plopping him down and promptly tucking him in.

“Sleep, or else.” Chan’s tone was strict, dripping was threats as his fingers wiggled towards Seungmin one last time, eliciting a squeal before he went out to let him sleep.

That was 5 kids to go, now the last 2 whom he planned the most for…

He pondered where the loud duo could be, steps of his feet drumming against the wooden floors that creaked sullenly when he walked. He entered the art room, a quiet wave of serenity washing over him the moment his feet touched the marble floor. It was silent here, a barricade keeping out the noises that crashed Hyunjin’s focus whenever he tried to make art sealed shut, letting his hands dance over canvases when his feet weren’t on the floor.

Smiling softly at the peace of the room, he snapped his head at the sound of pencils drawing smoothly onto the canvas. Was Hyunjin seriously drawing? A pang of guilt shot through his heart, he’d hate to ruin the ferret’s drawing with his want to punish him, he loved their passion in their respective hobbies, enjoying admiring them in their field of strength more than anything.

Which is why he set up a trap.

Holding a paintbrush in his hands, he tapped gently onto the wall, and almost in an instant a pair of ferret ears peeked from the wall, crawling over and inspecting Chan, as if a cat finding something interesting. The older chuckled softly, letting the analysis happen without a worry, he looked very much adorable this way anyway. Eventually the older got bored, scooping the artist up without a word and planting him onto the bed of the room, where Hyunjin mostly slept when he stayed up late at night.

“You argued quite loudly with Changbin, and now you act like you don’t deserve punishment?” Chan scolded, but the smile he wore was much less intimidating. Grabbing his wrists he pinned them high, high above his head, stretching out his shirt to reveal his tummy entirely. The younger visibly panicked, babbling pleas of apologies as he watched the paint brush he was so curious about draw closer to his tummy. Shaking his head, he was begging on his knees, or lying down, for this not to happen.

“Since you were drawing, how about I draw for you?” With that, Chan attached his lips to Hyunjin’s stomach, blowing long and torturous raspberries all over. Hyunjin shrieked, his sensitivity hitting new peaks as he stomped and cackled.

“ARGH AHAHAHAH! I CAHAHAHN’T TAHAHAHKE IT!” Hyunjin squealed out desperately, trying to pull his arms down from being held like ropes up to head, unable to do anything but thrash like a fish out of water. Chan grumbled when screeches filled the air, maybe he should’ve just ended it at Jeongin. But no matter, there wouldn’t be anymore screeching soon enough.

Lifting his lips from the tortured tummy, Hyunjin panted and gasped for air, pleading for mercy as he pulled at his arms, putting out his lower lip to make him look all the more miserable. Unfortunately, the judge did not rule in his favour, as right then he felt the paintbrush dip into his navel, painting delicate strokes that made him shriek before cackling like a maniac, digging his heels into the bed.

“OHOHO MY GAHAHAHD! MAHAHAKE IT STAHAHAP!” He cried out, going absolutely crazy as if he had lost his wits, much to Chan’s fun. He enjoyed seeing the drama queen being himself, wanting and craving more laughter for his ensemble of a punishment. He knew that the ferret would tap out soon, but those flushed cheeks and crinkled eyes made it hard to resist.

“One last finale…” Chan stuck his lips onto Hyunjin’s side, blowing as hard as he could. A scream loud enough to wake up the entire dorm rang out before it turned pin drop silent, Hyunjin silently begging for mercy as his throat turned hoarse and quiet. The older’s canvas was finished, letting him go as he watched the artist curl up into a ball, giggling away the tingles. He tucked Hyunjin into bed, being careful not to touch him as he twitched in agitated motions from how hard he was wrecked. Leaving the second last room, he ventured out, tickle hungry enough to say he was starving for his last victim.

6 kids down, now for the last one, he’d be saving the best for last.

Humming a soft tune, Chan spins around the halls gleefully, his mood to wreck his children increasing by the second. It put his nerves on end, sent his heart pounding and heightening his senses. He practically flipped the dorm upside down trying to find the last child of a rapper, nowhere to be found. Just as he heaved a sigh of frustration and stomped his feet with a pout, a squeal came from the chick’s coop, a squeal he knew anywhere else.

Bolting and barging right into the brownie boy’s room, he swung open the door faster than lightning, face to face with Minho’s babies, wrestling on the pillows. His eyes met Changbin’s in an instant, boring holes that went straight through the rapper’s soul, sending a chill down his spine. Believe me when I said he dashed out as fast as Chan came in, squealing for his life as a ravenous Chan chased him down.

Unfortunately, the dwaekki was caught almost as soon as he left, hoisted up into the air and slumped onto Chan’s shoulder as if he weighed air. As they trekked into Chan’s bedroom, Changbin squirmed and thrashed, trying to pull away the hands locked around his waist.

“You made me suffer. Through. All. That. Finding. You are so. So. Getting. It.” Chan emphasised his firm point, each full stop he made containing a poke somewhere on the younger’s body, from his ribs to his sides, then his back to his hips, it made Changbin squeal loudly with each poke. Thrown on the bed, the oldest took the sweater he originally intended to wear to sleep before he was disturbed, now tying Changbin’s hands above his head, making him whimper in fear.

“Since you made me go through all that finding, I’ll tell you exactly what I’m going to do to you. First, I’ll scratch these nails into your ribs, right into the crevices while whispering sweet compliments into your ear, not to mention blow wind into them. Then, I’ll knead your hips gently, not enough to make you hysterical but you’ll buck like a wild bull. To keep you down, I’ll nibble along that cute pudge of your tummy, I just bet it’ll be unbearable to you. But too bad, it won’t stop till I feel that I’ve had enough and don’t feel hungry. Aw~ You blushing?”

Chan cooed after meticulously plotting and spilling his actions that would be happening to the poor rapper underneath, whose face and ears were already on fire before anything even happened. He shook his head desperately, digging his heels into the bed as the cat fiddled with his tongue, unable to get words out. Anticipation was killing him, the thought of being told exactly what was doing and having the thought of cackling himself silly drove him up the wall. He shrieked when Chan merely placed his hands underneath his shirt, the warmth of his hands making him burst into sweet high pitched giggles, eyes crinkled shut with a dimpled smile.

“What a cutie~ Haven’t even touched you yet and you’re so giggly? Isn’t that just the sweetest…” The oldest might’ve been a tad bit sadistic for being so cruel, but he was hungry for that laughter, especially after all that searching.

“Pl-Plehehehease! I-I’m sohohohory!” Changbin meekly begged, unable to take the tendrils of anticipation that drove him crazy before any fingers or lips got the chance to wreck him silly, what an embarrassment.

“You want me to wreck you? Want me to wreck you badly?” Chan cooed sweetly with an innocent smile, masking away his sinister intentions as a squirmy Changbin only got redder in the face, nodding timidly. He smirked, he loved getting his way.

Diving his head under Bin’s sweatshirt, he did exactly what he set out to do, teeth settling onto the pudge of fat that lined his tummy before his v-line, going crazy with raspberries and nibbles onto it. His fingers drilled into his thighs, the inner section where the skin would clash the thighs together, switching between his nails scribbling up and down to squeezing it relentlessly.

To say Changbin went crazy was an understatement, a loud, shrill scream akin to Hyunjin’s left his mouth before he cackled himself insane, trying first to close his legs before they were open back up promptly, arching his back, but it only pressed that dreaded mouth against his bare skin more, forcing him to crash back down.

“ARGHAHAHAHAAH! YAHAHAHAA!” He couldn’t even get words out, only shaking his head as he tugged hard at the sweater, who suffered in agony from the sheer strength it was being tugged at, but didn’t relent to let his hands free. Chan chuckled slowly, mumbling against his pudge that made him squeal.

“Can’t even speak anymore Bin? How adorable.” Was all that left his mouth before he got busy on his tummy again, Changbin absolutely hated how his Hyungs knew exactly where to make him go ballistic, his fingers digging into his wrists in ticklish agony. His howling didn’t even make it to two minutes before it cut off, hoarsely but silently begging for mercy as tears streamed down his face like rivulets.

Chan let up, he wasn’t out to kill after all. Lifting himself out of Changbin’s shirt and untying him, he snuggled into Changbin’s hair, taking in the sweet scent of strawberries and kissing the top of his head sweetly. His hands did his usual routine of tracing those hearts into his cheeks, making the younger smile shyly through his greedy panting. They both fell asleep, both tired from hunting and being hunted.

At least now the members knew what was not to mess with now, especially at night when there was a tired chan in bed trying to sleep.

[primacatcher]

one spring night (2019)

[hearts444innie]

Just ask!

Lee: I.N

Ler: Chan

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Yuhhh I’m back!! I was supposed to post this on the first of June but I got a bit lazy (╥_╥)

Uhh anyways here it is eat up babies!! ٩(ᐛ)و

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Jeongin was in a problem….now jeongin had a love/hate relationship with skin contact but when it came to tickling it was rather…confusing to him

Did he love or hate it?, a while ago he was tickled by Han and when thinking back on it he had a feeling..he couldn’t really describe it it was like a need..he craved it so much.

“Crap…I need to pull myself together I can’t be thinking like this”

He tried to distract himself with anything else but he couldn’t get rid of this feeling so he did research a bit on it but really didn’t get much information on it until he thought of something….maybe his lovely hyung leader would know?, yet he was scared and a bit shy to even talk to him about this..

Morning passes and jeongin still couldn’t get the guts to talk to Chan about this feeling and while he was lost in his own thoughts Chan was one to notice how off innie was all day and notice at dinner that the young boy was zoning out and Chans father skills kicked in knowing he had to check up on him

Jeongin was laying on his bed everytime he thought about tickling it really flustered him he just couldn’t talk to anyone about it, heck he couldn’t say the word either after a while he got up and slowly made his way to the leaders room filled with nervousness.

He took a deep breath before entering.

“H-hyung..i-can I talk to you about something?” Chan sat there as if he had expected the boy to come in “so do I innie come sit next to me” jeongin was baffled and sat with him.

“I’ll save you the trouble for this sweetie I already know” jeongin stayed quiet processing what just left the leaders mouth “w-what?? How-??”

“Simple I looked at your phone and saw you were trying to do research” the fox boy sat there face filled with redness

“It’s cute tho that the word tickle can get you all like this~”

Jeongin slowly got up face getting more red if possible “y-you know im tired so maybe we can save this for another day haha-“ Chan cuts the boy off “nope I’m helping my baby~” jeongin booked it to the door now regretting having this talk “oh no you don’t Cutie” Chan lifted the boy up wrapping his arms around his legs and taking him back to the bed “now let me help you innie”

“H-hyung-“

“Shush sweetheart you know you want me to help you so let me do so okay?”

The boy nodded shyly letting him do so, Chan started off light and soft softly tickling his sides as jeongin still protested a bit

“Hyuhung pleahease stohohp” Chan continued to tease his sides as jeongin started fake protesting this and Chan could tell he was acting like he didn’t want this.

“Fine I’ll go harder than” he dug into his ribs “STOHOP TEASING MEHEHE HAHAHAHA!”

“Why didn’t you come to me about this cutie?~”

“STAHAHP YOUR MEAN!”

“Oh ok I’ll stop” Chan stopped keeping his fingers above the boys belly and jeongin started whining not meaning for it to actually stop “hyungggg”

“What? Little one you said for me to stop or were you lying hm~?” He said as he wiggled his fingers at him

“Stoppp teasing me k-keep going…please” I.n said quietly getting shy all over again

“Awww cute! Baby bread wants this so adorable~” Chan went back to tickling the cutie

“EEK! HYUHAHANG NAHAHAHAHAH PLEASE”

“My little fox is too ticklish can he not handle this~”

Chan tickled each rib again but slowly making the boy go insane “NOHOHOH! STOP AHAHAHAHAH-!”

Chan gave no mercy and continued for a while longer until he saw the boy getting weak so he decided to finish off.

“Get ready sweetie~” Chan blew raspberries on his neck nonstop.

“NOHOHOHOHO-NO AHHH! NOHOT THEHRE PLEHEHEASE CHANNIE HYUNG AHAHAH-!!”

“One more place foxy~” he blew a raspberry on his bellybutton “NO NAHAHAHAH AHH! STOPP” the boy squirmed violently trying to make it stop

“Alright I’m done!” Chan said smiling at the adorable boy who was worn out “haah I hate you-“

“Come here cutie let’s go get ice cream as a reward for taking this”

So they went for ice cream and jeongin got a sugar rush in the end of it 💀

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This one really burnt my brain I was thinking so hard on this one when writing it but yayyy liked how this one turned out (•̀ᴗ•́)و

[skzstanforeversposts]

Hello! This is my first time trying out a small kind of fic, please help me with making it better with tips! ❤️

The skz dorm was oddly quiet today, too quiet…it was mostly because a lot of them were not inside, Chan has recently earned a nice coupon to a fine dining experience around an hour away from here, and none of them wanted to pass that up so they came with.

But one member decided to stay behind for a reason he wouldn’t explain, and that member was Jeongin, the baby bread himself (who’s definitely not a baby anymore, I rest my case). On almost every camera clip he sees of him, he doesn’t seem to notice how buff and amazingly beautiful he looked, he only saw the small parts of him that were apparently too chubby for his liking*

*So he declined the offer, excusing it as needing time to practice for the music bank performance, and the members bought it even tho a pouty Felix tried to bring him with them. So now the young buy was sitting in his room, watching videos of him on skz talker and frowning at the sight of himself. He didn’t think that anyone was going to come in here for a while, so he began to let tears stream down his cheeks.*

*He has just been so overwhelmed by his own escalating words and comments, making his own worries cloud the truth. He felt like he was gonna break down, when suddenly, someone opened the door. It was the dweakki himself, probably back from the gym and therefor not being able to follow the others*

*Changbins eyes became worried and concerned by the sight of his baby crying, and he sat down next to him while letting him lean against his chest* “Innie-ah, what’s wrong?” *His voice still had that playful ting like it always did, something he used to bring happiness to all the members around him*

“I-I’m getting chubby, hyung…everyone knows it, i know it…Binnie hyung, what if I turn too chubby?…” *Innie was a mess, snorting from his nose and letting tears redden and swell up his face. Changbin sighed, wondering what he was gonna do to make Jeongin feel how amazing he actually is, his hands gently stroking his hair*

“Yah, what am I gonna do with you…” *Changbin sighed, his hands moving lower while trying not to act suspicious. He got thru the blonde strands, and managed to get to the younger males little ears. He gently traced around them, letting one of his nails scratch the lobe. Innie immediately burst into quiet giggles and snickers, something Changbin knew would happen*

“H-Hyuhuhung…that- thahat tihickles..!” *Innie squeaked, hoping that this wasn’t what he thought was beginning to happen.* “Sorry, what did you say? I couldn’t hear over those sounds of newfound happiness you’re making, giggles~”

*Changbin smirked at the nickname he created right there, not only because it fitted, but because Jeongin turned red in the face from it out of embarrassment. He hummed as he travelled farther down, going over to his collar bones, chuckling when his baby squealed before locking his shoulders up*

“Ah ah ahh~ Listen to your Hyung, and open that neck for the tickle monster!~” *Changbin teased, knowing that the mention of a ‘tickle monster’ would always make his baby bread flustered. He managed to sneak his fingers in, making Jeongin shudder enough so his neck broke loose, making Changbin fingers start going ham on his neck*

*Jeongin gave up, and just layed down onto Changbin with his head on his chest, just giggling while looking at the ceiling. He had to admit, he was feeling better by this, having his favorite hyung here with him, even tho he would never cal him that out loud.*

*But after a bunch of small tickles and nibbles and teases, Jeongin began tapping out, the tears from his eyes now staining Changbins chest. The older decided to stop, kissing away his tears while rubbing at his neck*

“now, you feeling better? or am I gonna have to get the others to join in when they get back?” *Changbin asked playfully, giggling with Jeongin afterwards before pulling him in for a cuddle*

*A faint ‘I love you, Hyung’ could be heard from the smaller before small snorts of slumber, making Changbin smile before falling asleep as well. And let’s just say, Changbin got really wrecked when the other members came back and heard Jeongins part of the story first, but he didn’t care as long as his aggi pang was happy*

And that’s it!! This is my first fic, so please leave tips if you want to, but please just be gentle with it because I really don’t want master critics on my first post! ❤️ Wish you the best, your very own guest from the southwest🤭

[v--143]

could I request a fic with lee jeongin and lers lee know and felix? maybe one where jeongin drops honorifics on purpose and felix and lee know have to playfully punish him for it?

OOOOO This is such a cute prompt thank you 🥹🥹 hope you enjoy!!

< Honorifics >

[Lee! Jeongin]

[Ler! Felix + Minho]

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“Take the step a little bit faster, move your leg lightly but quicker”

“Like, just putting less umph into it?” Jeongin questioned Lee Know.

“Yea exactly” Lee Know replied.

“Make it seem natural and flow with the choreo” Felix added.

Lee Know, Felix, and Jeongin were all in the JYP practice room. Lino and Felix, being part of Danceracha, took it upon themselves to help their maknae out on some steps to choreo he was struggling on. It wasn’t many, but they wanted to help out anyway. He kept getting stuck on the ITEM choreography where they had to jump up and swing their legs backwards.

“It’s so quick!” Jeongin said as he failed to swing his leg back in time again.

“It is, but it’s possible!” Lee Know said, “Just keep swinging your leg over and over, eventually it’ll become much more natural.”

“It’s almost like you’re kicking in a circle except your foot hits the floor halfway through” Felix said.

Jeongin kept going at it. Swinging his leg in the air a few times, kicking at the air and landing midway through, anything to make himself feel lighter and move his legs quicker. After some time, Lee Know played the music again and IN successfully did the kick.

“I DID IT! I think, did I?” He yelled as he sweatily landed on the floor from the choreo move.

“You did” Lee Know said looking proud.

Felix went over to IN and high fived him on the floor as Lee Know went to sit down.

“See IN, I told you all you needed was practice. That’s what all this is about. The more time and effort you put into this stuff, the better the outcome will be, no matter not hopeless you may feel. Life can get like that-“

“Okay okay I didn’t ask for a lecture” IN said giggling.

“IN, listen to me it’s important”

“Oooooooo okay sir”

“…What’d you just say?” Lee Know said while looking over at a surprised Felix.

“Sir?!” Felix said to IN, shocked.

“I might as well call you sir with all the lecturing you give me too, Mr. Yongbok” IN teased.

Felix’s jaw dropped to the floor as Lee Know got up from his chair and walked over to IN who was laying stomach down on the floor. IN laughed nervously as Lino approached with a smirk.

“You called me sir?! What am I an old man to you?” He said, smiling at the younger’s anticipating face.

“With your wiseness anyone would think so” IN snarkily replied.

Lee Know’s own jaw dropped as he motioned for Felix to sit in front of IN. He did as told and grabbed at both IN’s wrists before he could get up and run, holding them taut on the floor in front of his head.

“Whahat are you doing” IN asked, “I’m nohot very flexible so be careful!” he snapped at them through giggles.

Lino was straddling IN’s waist and began to massage his back, going from hitting it lightly to digging his thumbs in at the top. At first, it actually felt good.

“You just need to relaaaax and breeeathe deep breaths Ayenie” Lino said.

“What are you doing and what are you planni-”

IN was cut off as Lino shaped his fingers to claws and began to scribble at his sides.

“NohOAHAHA HYUHAHANG”

Lino smiled and began to wiggle all the way up to his underarms and back down to his hips all along his sides while making cute baby noises the entire way”

“Oooooo IN’s so cuuteaaah~”

“STOHOP HAHEHAHAHA” IN laughed. He was writhing from side to side and trying to get his wrists out of Felix’s grip to bring his arms down, but couldn’t.

Felix began giggling and sat on the back of IN’s still stretched out hands with his knees. While Lino focused on his lower sides, Felix began going at his neck and poking at his underarms every now and then.

“Ooooo Ayenieee~ you’re so squirmy today” Felix cooed while lightly wiggling his fingers into IN’s neck.

“NAHAHA! STOHOP- STOP PLEHAHA” IN pleaded to deaf ears. His high pitched laugh had them both melting.

Lino and Felix were both cooing at their maknae and how he was wiggling around violently on the floor. He clearly couldn’t take much.

“Aww you can’t take it can you” Lino asked while he latched onto his ribs and dug in.

“AAAAAHHHA HAHAH AHANOOOO” IN screamed in an attempt to arch his back.

“PLEHEHEASE I- I CAHAHA- I CANT TAHAHAKE IT”

“NO NO NO NOOAHA N- NO NOOAHHA DON’T!”

IN had tears coming out of his eyes as his head continuously shook from side to side. When Lino began to tickle at his lower back and sides, that’s when he fell into silent laughter and couldn’t even hear himself think.

“Is your neck broken too” Felix said as he poked around IN’s ears and neck. He could only twitch now, too exhausted to even try to avoid his evil fingers.

“You’re so sensitive~ now, what did we learn from this?” Lino asked a red faced IN as he stopped his attack.

After a few deep breaths, he was able to respond.

“I won’t call you any more names, sir” IN choked out of pure pettiness.

Felix’s jaw dropped again and Lino stared at IN wide eyed.

“You asked for it.”

Lino turned himself around and began scribbling behind IN’s knees and squeezing at his thighs. This went on for minutes, and IN’s screams and punches at the floor probably could’ve been heard throughout the entire JYP building.

Felix got distracted at one point and IN was able to roll out of Lino’s straddled grip, getting up as fast as he could and running outside of the practice room with Lino and Lix hot on his tail. Once he opened the door though and other people were outside, they were all forced to smile and wave without causing a ruckus.

Lino and Lix looked at IN mischievously from inside the practice room while he stood a few feet away from the door. Lino simply pointed at his eyes with two fingers and shot them back at IN. Felix smiled and wiggled his fingers in his direction.

IN, still out of breath and red faced, smiled nervously and made his way to the bathroom. He didn’t want to think about what would happen the moment he stepped out.

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AHHHHH I can’t help but end it on a sort of cliffhanger every time because I loooove when others do that and I get to continue it in my head.

Like maybe IN exit the bathroom and Lino+Lix dragged him into a cleaning supplies closet and wrecked him there, but they were all forced to stay quiet since more people were right outside the door.

Or maybe IN fell asleep from exhaustion in the bathroom and had to go home late, only to find out that everyone except Lino+Lix had left the building and they ran through the whole thing chasing each other.

WHOOO knows 🤷🏻‍♀️🤭 HOPE YOU ENJOYEDDD

[martinzimperr]

Is it only me or does jeongin his new haircut low-key makes him look like light yagami from deathnote?

[felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna]

STRAY MENS. D-1 : SEOUL : dominATE world tour

📸: WATERMARKED AND ABUNDANT BLESSINGS TO YOU AND YOURS. AMEN. 🧎🏼‍♀️‍➡️

[lookitsjess]

[minnielvrr]

Ler Minho thoughts~

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Tags: @itzsana-kiddingmenow, @lajanaa, @bbybumblelee, @hearted-anon, @lunalattae, @reginald-stay09

Thinking about ler Minho who eyes Seungmin with a mischievous glint, knowing exactly where his prey’s weakness lies—those sensitive sides.

He stalks his chosen prey around the dorms and waiting rooms, much like the cat he is, and the moment he finds an opening? It's over for them.

Seungmin protesting and swatting at Minho's hands, trying to poke the kitten but it only backfires. Minho gets him back even worse for defying him.

He won't stop until poor Minnie's is screeching out pleas between helpless hiccupy laughter. Ler Minho keeps it up. He knows his lees.

He knows how Seungmin folds fast just to get them to leave him be. He also knew the puppy didn't mean it. Minnie could take it a little longer~ so Minho decided to keep playing with his new toy.

He's usually mean with his teases, especially to Minnie and Binnie. He adores the reactions he gets when he is.

Their stoic, unbothered exteriors break and all that's left is a blushing, squealing puddle under the kitten's hands.

Ler Minho who's obvious fav victim is Hannie. The quokka was too cute for his own good and his laughter only sounds that much more divine when he's tickled.

Hannie's voice gets an almost addictive desperation to it. It's raspy and frantic and the ends of his sentences are always a pitch higher.

Minho pulls him onto his lap, one leg hooking over Hannie's to keep him still as he kisses his sensitive nape and pokes and scribbles at his slim waist.

It has the ace giggling hysterically at first, slowly dissolving into almost maniacal cackles until he's a red, teary mess on Lino's lap.

Ler Minho is very serious about his aftercare. He spends hours on end sometimes, cuddling and kissing the tears off his lee's face.

He'd feed them their favorite snacks and whisper praises until they're even more flustered (Channie). And if they deny his compliments?

Well, obviously that's an invitation for round two right? How DARE they be mean to themselves!

Ler Minho who makes sure Channie gets to bed on time. He'd take any and all measures to make certain that their dear leader feels tired enough to.

And if he happens to be blushing all the way down to his chest, with little red patches around his waist, abs and underarms...well, that would be collateral damage.

Ler Minho who's mean streak dies when he's with Lixie. The bubbly fairy getting the softest, sweetest tickles whenever Minho has him pinned to the couch or bed.

Of course the poor boy is way to sensitive for even that, his dying screeches echoing off the walls and summoning the rest of the members, worry etched onto their faces till they see the state he's in.

Lixie would beg for help but they'd stare fondly as Minho massaged his hips, gently fluttering a feather over his neck and ears. Lixie would be left in hysterics, the tingly sensations driving his insane.

Ler Minho, who's loves to poke and prod at Innie when the maknae least expects it. it has the fox jumping up with a startled cry, his fearful eyes turning to the smirking kitten.

Thus, a chase would ensue, Jeongin screaming for his life as he tears through wherever they are currently at. He doesn't find a savior, ending up backed into a wall.

Innie gives up easily, letting Minho drag his nails over Jeongin's ribs, slowly crawling their way up to his underarms and finally his neck. The maknae would laugh his head off, trying to push the older away, to no avail.

Minho is just too strong and the tickles only made him weaker. Innie's bread cheeks are rosy, a wide smile plastered on his face and so utterly adorable as he breathlessly complains to Chan.

Ler Minho, who secretly loves when Hyunjin annoys or teases him cause it gives him an excuse to wreck their band's most ticklish member.

And Hyunjin loved messing with the older, the thrill of it keeping him from being able to stop himself.

He'd poke Minho's side on set, call him names and loudly talk about how cute their tsundere kitten was when he'd tickled him senseless last time.

It had the effect he wanted. The kitten's ears heated up to an angry red, his bunny teeth nibbling shyly at his lower lip as he glared at Hyunjin.

The ferret laughed in his face, but his laughter quickly turned into a screech when Minho tackled him to the floor right then and there. The kitten's fingers found his v-line, digging into the spot with one goal in mind.

He wouldn't show Hyunjin any mercy till the artist admitted how sensitive he was and how much he loved this. Poor Hyunjin tried resisting but he gave in when he realized Minho's plan.

He kept his lips firmly sealed afterwards, squeaking and inching away with a bow any time Minho's smug smile was directed at him.

Ler Minho draping himself over Minho while he's resting, whining to the rapper about how exhausted he is as Binnie fondly runs his hand through Lino's hair.

Bin flinches when he feels two consecutive pokes to his sides, lifting his head to look pleadingly at a smirking Minho. 'please no...' he begs but he knows there's little use in resisting now.

So when Minho's hands grab onto his sides, Binnie desperately holds onto the kitten's shoulders, throwing his head back with loud witch cackles.

Minho squishes the soft flesh between his fingers as if he were playing with slime and to top it off he pulls Binnie's shirt up in a quick motion and plants his lips right over his navel.

Poor Binnie shakes his head, his hands now pushing at Minho's shoulders but there's no real strength behind them. He wanted this.

And Minho doesn't hesitate when he notices, blowing raspberry after raspberry all over Binnie's vulnerable tummy and sides while his hands skitter over his ribs, paying extra attention to the spot near his chest.

Binnie's loud, boisterous laughter fills the room with joy and Minho finds himself smiling.

'relax Changbin-ah~ let hyung take care of you' he teases onto Bin's sensitive lower belly, switching to nibbling and kissing the spot to gently lower him from his hysterical state.

For the rest of the day, Binnie couldn't fight off the smile that bloomed on his face ever time he saw Minho.

'No escape' will be posted tomorrow😘

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

𝙬𝙞𝙣/𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 3k

𝙖/𝙣: WAH THIS IS LONG LONG LIKE REALLY LONG 😩

𝙩/𝙬: use of helium, rough tickling, bondage in the second half

𝒍𝒆𝒆: skz

𝙡𝙚𝙧: skz

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

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

“Ehehehe!!” Jeongin giggled in a high-pitched tone. “Wahh, you sound so cute with the helium!” Channie laughed. 

“I guess! But I think you’d sound cuter.” Jeongin teased, the entire group holding the balloons filled with the gas. 

“Should we take turns? Who’d you think would sound cuter with the helium?” Minho asked, holding his balloon end tightly. “Let’s have a competition! We’ll tickle the person for thirty seconds and determine who sounds cutest.”

“Okay, okay. What happens to the members with the cutest voices?” Jisung replied, squeaking when a hand squeezed at his side from behind. 

“Mmm. They get tickled even more. Tied up. For…five minutes?” Seungmin suggested, regretting the words the second they came from his lips. “Wait, wait. No—” 

“Perfect!” Minho exclaimed. “What? Scared you’ll lose?” Seungmin laughed nervously. “N-No.”

“Then there’s the punishment! Or…is it a reward?” Hyunjin fumbled, almost letting go of his balloon end and squealing in surprise. 

“Who cares?” Minho snickered. “Channie, Channie. Go first.” 

Chan held the balloon end to his lips and sucked in the helium, pausing for a second before sighing. “Fine. Let’s get this over with.” 

Channie held his arms out to the sides and sat crossed on the floor. Minho sat behind him and pressed a kiss to the back of his head, preparing him for what was about to come. 

“Min, please go easy…” Chan whispered; his elbows were already bending and he was biting his lip to contain his anticipatory giggling. 

“Mmmm…nah.” Minho slid his hands happily into the leader’s exposed armpits through his tank top, the leader squealing and falling backwards into the dancer’s lap. 

Lino smiled fondly and snatched both of Chan’s wrists and pulled them out to continue his attack. 

“MIHIHIHIN!!~” He wailed, squirming and kicking with his high pitched tone. 

“Awww, hyung, you sound like Elmo!” Jisung was in stitches, clutching his stomach and holding in his laughter. 

“NAAAHAHAHA!!” Chan cackled, limp in Minho’s arms and gasping for air. 

“Okay, hyung, time’s up!” Felix announced, and Minho pressed one last ticklish kiss to Channie’s neck, earning a cute squeak before letting up, relishing in the leader’s faint smile and flushed cheeks. “Aaahaha…” 

“You’re too cute, hyung.” Minho laughed gently, rubbing at Chan’s back as he sat up. 

“Ahhaha—shuhushh…” Chan slurred, suddenly feeling very sleepy. He crawled over and slumped into Binnie’s lap, the rapper fondly playing with his hair. 

“It’s Minho hyung’s turn!” Jisung yelled, handing the dancer’s balloon back to him. 

“Okay…” Lino took a deep breath of the helium, flushing a deep red as Jisung sat behind him, slipping his hands up his shirt and massaging his sides gently. 

“Okahay, I’m ready…” Minho giggled, shuffling to the side. Felix shot them a thumbs up to signify the timer, and then all chaos unleashed. 

Hanji dug into the older’s sides as hard as he could. Minho lasted about three seconds until he screamed, laughing hard and twisting to the left. 

“AHHA—AAAAH HANNIE PLEHA-PLEHEHEASEEE!!” Minho giggled, grappling at Jisung’s hand when his finger jabbed his upper ribs. 

“So cute~” Hannie teased lowly into the dancer’s ear, causing the older to scrunch up with a heartwarming, high pitched giggle. 

“Yeah, yeah, he’s done.” Felix called, the sound of the timer ringing faintly in the background. 

“Already?” Jisung whined, Felix nodding sympathetically in reply. 

“Maybe that’s enough for the game, but not enough for me.” 

Jisung tackled the elder to the floor and continued his tickly assault, only this time he was attacking the backs of Min’s thighs. 

“WAHAHAHAIT!! JIHIHISUNG ST-HAHAAP!!” Minho protested, squealing when the quokka flipped him over and pulled his thin shirt up to reveal his tummy. 

”WAIT!!“ The dancer shrieked and dissolved into messy laughter when Jisung blew a long, ticklish raspberry onto his belly. 

“STAHAHAHA!! PLEHEHEASE!!” Min yelped, cackling desperately as Hannie delivered raspberry after raspberry after raspberry. 

“SOHOHOMEONE HEHEHEHELP!!” The dancer tugged crazily at the quokka’s hair, squirming weakly and screaming when another raspberry buzzed over his belly button. 

“Nah, your voice is too cute.” Binnie replied, the other members nodding in agreement as Jisung hummed into his hyung’s belly button again. Minho shrieked and shook his head back in forth in ticklish agony. 

“Okay, Hannie. He might actually die, you know?” Hyunjin eased the ace off of a gasping Minho, who grasped his chest and slumped exhaustively. 

“Binnieeee!” Felix giggled, walking over to the rapper and latching onto his arm. 

“Um…okay.” Changbin sighed, eyes widening when Minho cracked his knuckles, still panting slightly. He was reeaally regretting not helping him when Jisung almost killed him. 

Changbin sucked in his amount of helium and immediately burst into laughter; he realized how ridiculous he sounded. 

“Oho my gohod~!” He laughed, sighing again when Felix sat behind him, hands poised over his clothed sides. 

“Okahay okay okay!!” Binnie nodded, flinching when fingers promptly pinched the area gently, slipping under his shirt. 

He was doing a pretty decent job at holding onto his laughter…until Felix moved to his ribs instead. 

“aahaa—AHHH!! FEHELIX NO!!” He folded immediately, collapsing backwards into Lixie’s arms and scrunching his upper body up when the fingers attacked his armpits.  

Changbin giggled in his squeaky tone, causing all the members to coo gently at the helpless rapper. 

Lixie grinned wide and continued to tickle the shorter, relishing in the cute squeaks his helium filled voice produced. 

“The timer!” Jeongin called, but Felix leaned into Changbin to blow the softest of raspberries onto the rapper’s neck. 

“Fehehelix thehe tihihimerrr!!” Binnie whined, scrunching up with a squeal when the chick’s fingers scraped along his collarbone. 

“It’s just you and me, bunny.” Felix giggled along, Changbin snickering at the feeling on his neck. 

“Plehehease ihihits enohohoughhh!!” Changbin finally groaned, the light tickling tiring him out wayyy too quickly. 

“Okay, okay, you big baby.” Felix laughed, finally letting go of the teary-faced rapper. 

“My turn!” Hyunjin leaped, sucking in a mouthful of the helium from his balloon and giggling at the sound of his voice. 

“Aweee, now lay down.” Seungmin commanded, pulling Hyunjin’s arms to the sides and pinning them with his knees. 

“Wahait…what?” Hyune asked, confused. Changbin cackled as he sat comfortably on the dancer’s thighs. “Nonono, not Changbin hyung, pleheheaseee~” He begged to Channie, who shook his head playfully. 

“Too bad.” Changbin laughed, digging his fingers into Hyunjin’s hips and watching loud, screechy laughter pour from the dancer’s mouth. 

“NAAAAHAHAA PLEHE—AAAHAHAA!!” Any words Hyune had wanted to say were swallowed up by his hysterical, joyful laughter. 

“Nope. No ‘Please’, laugh for me.” Changbin replied, moving to Hyunjin’s neck and watching the boy scrunch up and squeal, a wide grin across his face. 

“Awwww, He’s too cute!” Chan cooed, camera out. 

“NOHOHO RECOHORDING!!” Hyunjin complained, choked bubbles of laughter interrupting him. 

“Nahhh I wanna keep this.” Channie laughed. 

Hyunjin squealed again when Bin stuck his fingers into his back, wiggling around and trying to get out of the older’s tight grab. 

“PLEEEAAASEE!! NAAAHAHAAHA!!” Hyunjin screeched, finally giving in, throwing his head back and laughing and laughing. 

“Given up? Say it and I’ll stop.” Changbin pressed into Hyune’s ribs and smiled softly. 

“OKAHAHAY!! IHI GIVE UP GIVE UP GIHIVE UPPP PLEHEASE!!” 

“Okay.” Changbin let go of the dancer’s ribcage, smoothing out Hyune’s clothing and gently rubbing at the sensitive skin. 

“Ahhhaha…thahank youhu hyung…” Jinnie breathed, shutting his eyes sleepily.  

Meanwhile, Jisung was screaming and pleading, already having swallowed his helium, his higher, velvety voice making the whole group coo as Minho tackled him into his lap, ready for revenge. 

The cat bent Hannie’s hands above his head and held his fingers above the quokka’s sensitive torso. “Ready, Jisungie?”

“Nohoho—!!” Jisung whined, Felix throwing them a thumbs up.

Lino’s fingers immediately found a familiar spot on Jisung’s sides, and he drilled into it hard, almost by habit. 

Hannie instinctively jolted and bit his lips through his wide smile, squeezing his eyes shut, shaking his head, but staying completely silent just to mess with Minho, who loved getting reactions from the boys. 

“Playing hard to get? I’ll make you cry no matter what…” Minho muttered, finding Hannie’s lower sides and pushing his fingers into it, earning a muffled squeal. 

Jisung’s face was getting redder and redder as he desperately tried to hold in his laughter in anticipation of the timer ending. 

If he didn’t laugh they couldn’t vote on him, could they?

Minho frowned, pushing Jisung to the floor and straddling his thighs, quickly throwing the boy’s shirt up and pressing his lips to the third rib from the top of Jisung’s ribcage. “Laugh for me, darling.” He blew. Hard. 

Jisung screamed and twisted his entire body away from the older’s lips. “SHUHUHUT AHAHAHAHAHAP!!” He squealed and closed his hands over his flaming face. 

Minho groaned, pulling his head from the boy’s ribs. “Noo, come on, hiding your face is against the rules! Let me see your smile~”

“THEHEHEHERE ARE NOHO RUHUHULES!!” JIsugn screeched when Minho blew one last raspberry onto his ribs before switching spots. 

His fingers pushed and squished Hannie’s belly button never, causing loud, boisterous i screams of laughter to echo throughout the room. Jisung was practically going insane, the tingling sensations only getting worse over time. 

“Of course there are rules!” Minho retorted, continuing to scribble around the quokka’s belly. 

“PLEHEASE OHOKAY STAHAHAHAA—!!” Jisung gasped, and Minho finally decided to let up, just to pull the younger into his lap and gently stroke his hair, kissing his head and apologizing in his ear if he was too rough. 

Felix giggled his head off the second he heard his own helium-filled voice, eyes sparkling as Chan took his seat behind him and pulled his hands above his head to mimic the starting position. 

“Ohokahayyyy!!” Felix started his own timer and held his arms up, bursting into cute laughter the second Chan’s fingers slid into his armpits. “WAHAIT!! Nohohot thehehere!!” He pleaded, Chan never letting up. 

“I cahahahan’t!!” Felix choked out through his giggles, arms trembling as he tried to keep them out of the way to give Chan a fair chance. 

The timer rang, and Chan knew the chick was about to tap out, so he let up, promising vengeance later on. 

Seungmin gulped down his helium as Hyunjin took his seat behind him. It took a few tries for the pup to pull his arms out of the way, but the second he did so, Hyune’s fingers were everywhere. 

Scribbling into his armpits, and when his arms slammed down he was tickling his neck, whispering in his ear. 

“Noohoh-OHOHO!!” Seungmin howled the moment Hyunjin found his belly button, shoving one finger into it and wiggling around it. “HYUHUHUHUNG NAAAHAHAHAH!!” Seungmin whined, grappling at the older’s wrist and tugging weakly. 

“Timer!” Felix called, and Hyunjin let up for the sake of finishing the game. 

“Pleahease goho eheasy!!” Jeongin giggled in anticipation, Changbin smiling gently at the maknae. “Okay, don’t worry.” 

Jeongin kept his arms up, slamming them down again the second Binnie’s fingers plunged into his armpits. “NOHOHOHO HYUNG YOU SAID YOU’D GOHO EASYYY!!” He complained, breathing out heavy cackles when Bin moved to his sides instead. 

“MAHAHAKE IHIT STOHOHOP!!” Innie jolted with a scream when Changbin switched to his hips, kneading into the bone and then his thigh. 

“I…don’t know where to go! You’re ticklish everywhere!” Changbin struggled, the thrashing maknae in his lap was probably not helping. 

“Should I get your neck?” He asked, earning a very giggly “NO!” from poor Innie. 

Jeongin squealed desperately and thrashed away from the older’s touch, falling backwards into his lap as tears of desperation fell down his cheeks, which prompted Changbin to finally let up. 

The entire group lay on the floor to catch their breath, Felix was scribbling away on a notepad, which he then ripped into eight pieces.

“Okay I’ve written all of our names on each slip, and Win/Lose next to them, just circle who you think had the cutest laugh.” He shrugged.  

Everyone thought for a few moments before circling their answer and handing it to Felix. 

“Okay, wow.” He suddenly looked at the group. “Hyunjin and Hannie tied.” Lixie laughed. 

“Okay okay! So me and Hyunjin will play a game and see who won then!” Jsuung frantically laughed, grabbing Hyunjin’s fist. “Rock, paper, scissors—”

“We’ll just get them both.” Chan called, tackling Hyunjin to the floor. “WAHAIT!!” The younger cried out, twisting under the leader’s grasp on the floor. 

Jisung pounded on Minho’s back as the older slung him over his shoulder as if he weighted nothing, carrying them both to Chan and Min’s room. 

“Why are we here?” Seungmin asked over the middles’ high-pitched squeals for mercy. Soon enough they would be squealing for ab entirely different reason. 

“Look, see those hooks on the ceiling? Perfect for tying, don’t ya think?” Chan grinned as Minho grabbed the black rope from the closet and set the two on the bed, sitting them up and tying their hands to the ceiling. 

“Ohhh…” Seungmin hummed, Jisung squeaking when his hands were successfully bound, followed by Hyunjin, high above his head. 

“PLEHEASE!! Don’t do this to us!” Hyunjin pleaded, Jisung squealing as his hands were tightened, his shirt lifting a little and exposing his lower belly. 

“No, this is too fun to let up!” Jeongin giggled, checking the bindings one more time before crowding around the two very vulnerable lees. 

Lixie pulled his phone out and set a timer for five minutes.  

“Mmm okay, Chan hyung, Seungmin and Jeongin, go to Hyunjin. Changbin, Felix and I will take Jisung.” Minho planned out. 

Jisung’s eyes widened when the three boys advanced, shrieking and trying to angle himself away from the wiggling fingers about to descend onto his hypersensitive body. 

“NOOOHOHOHO!!” 

Jisung whipped his head around and stared at the scene going on beside him. Chan had snuck his fingers up Hyunjin’s shirt and into his armpits, the maknaes both focusing their hands on the dancer’s sides. 

Hyunjin kicked out and twisted away as hard as he could, the rope unrelenting in letting his arms down. He was going crazy already, the stretched out position only making things much more sensitive. 

“WHA—STAHAHAHAHAP!!” Hyunjin shrieked through his hysterics, leaving Jisung to blush next to him as he watched the older lose his mind to the unrelenting tickles. 

“No can do.” Minho replied coldly, and Jisung was startled to hear the older’s voice so…close by? He whipped his head around just as Minho dropped to his knees on the bed, blowing a long, buzzing raspberry onto his belly. 

“Aahaha—HA!! WAHAHAHAIT GIHIVE ME A WAHARNING!!” Jisung squealed suddenly, tugging at his arms. 

“No warnings either.” Changbin laughed at the teary-eyed, desperate look Hannie gave him. The rapper decided to help by tickling the quokka’s armpits, followed by Felix in his belly button. 

Hyunjin screamed crazily, three heads pushed into his belly, blowing the longest, most torturous raspberries he had ever felt in his whole life. 

“PLEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA!!” He couldn’t even form coherent words, all reasoning left his brain along with the tears splashing onto the bed beneath him. 

“Hey, if it drives Hyune insane let’s try it on Hannie!” Minho suggested enthusiastically, the quokka shaking his head desperately as the three neared his belly. 

“Please-please-please—NO!!” Jisung let out a helpless, hysterical scream when, just like Hyunjin, three pairs of lips began to blow raspberries onto his belly. 

“STAHAHAHAHAAAP!! YOU GUHUYS ARE MEHEHEHEANIESS!!” 

Scream after scream ripped from Jisung’s throat, the sensations on his belly tickled so bad, too bad, he couldn’t handle it at all. 

“PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE AAHAHASTOHAHAHAH!!” Hannie howled loudly, tears dripping down his face slowly as he laughed himself silly; his cheeks hurt from the ear splitting grin he had plastered on his face. 

“IHIIHITS ENOHOUGH I CAHAHAHAN’T TAKE IT!! CAHANT TAKE IHIT PLEASE!!” Hyunjin pleaded, gasping for air and slumping a little. 

The timer rang, perfect timing. The lers immediately let up on the two exhausted boys in front of them. 

Jisung shut his eyes and slumped completely over the second his bonds were undone, Minho and Felix both rubbing his wrists while Changbin ran to get some hand cream for the quokka’s sore wrists. 

Hyunjin panted for air greedily, laying on Chan’s lap and relishing in the way the leader’s fingers raked gently through his hair, Seungmin and Jeongin each massaging an arm. 

“How did me and Hannie get punished for winning?!” 

[hearted-anon]

Broken eggs, mended hearts

Words: 1317

Note: minjeong

T/w: angst, soft tickles

Lee: Jeongin

Ler: Minho

Jeongin smiled brightly as he held the carton of eggs in his hands, staring at it like it was an ancient artefact that had just been restored. The staff briefly explained his mission to the maknae, resisting the urge to melt themselves with how innocent he looked; what was not to like about him looking up at you with such adoration?! Waddling out of the room, his task was simple: keep his egg babies alive, all of them. However, his mood flipped with a simple action.

“Haha!” Minho snickered triumphantly as he crashed not one, not two, but all of Jeongin’s eggs down into the sink, his babies spilling out their insides as the shells lingered on the older’s hands. Meanwhile, the youngest stood frozen in spot, only able to watch after wrestling in a futile attempt to save his mission. Quietly, he began washing down what was left of his failed mission while the members walked away with happy smiles, pursing his lips into a thin line.

“Wait wait-!” Minho exclaimed as he tried to close the door to the room, the rest of the members giggling along. All except Jeongin, who was tugging at the older’s sleeves aggressively.

“YOU DIDN’T EVEN GIVE ME FIVE MINUTES!” Jeongin yelled back, taking the entire group by surprise. Anger was practically seething through his teeth, hands clenched into fists so tightly they were as pale as Minho’s skin. The atmosphere began to grow tense, so thick a knife could cut through and serve a slice before the maknae stormed off, leaving the group in complete shock of what had just occurred in the room. Time seemed to slow down, Lee Know snapping out of his guilty daze when a door slammed shut so loudly it rang through his ears like a gong.

It wasn’t often that the roles were swapped in the group, it upset the members with the unorthodox ways both Minho and Jeongin were acting towards each other, avoiding even meeting the other’s eyes for a brief second. However, one simple thing told them apart: their expressions. The younger wore an unwavering scowl on his face, everything he touched crumpled and wilted, and every door opened slammed the wall with a thud. The older’s face was morphed into an ashamed frown, flinching whenever the sounds of metal cracking sounded, and jumping whenever another wall cried for help.

“I know you’re upset, but it gives you no right to act like this. Yang Jeongin, look at me. Go to your room and reflect, now.” Chan’s stern voice was easily distinguished, the sounds of feet thudding throughout the hallway coming after. This time, the maknae didn’t slam the door, didn’t openly curse when something went even the slightest bit wrong; it seemed the leader managed to temporarily break the upset barrier the fox had put up, chest squeezing knowing that it wasn’t entirely his fault that he was acting this way.

“Min, you need to go see him and apologise.” Chan sighed, eyes weary as he tried to coax the cat to make things right. Minho knew he was right, he had done nothing but sulk the entire day, putting zero effort into rectifying his mistake and just worsening the situation.

“But I can’t! W-What if he’s upset, slams the door, or-” Minho wailed, he felt so weak, tears streaming down his face as his mind engulfed himself in thoughts of any possible outcome. Usually he was meant to be the ‘emotionless’ one, yet he found himself cracking so easily under the pressure when applied just right.

“Yes you can. He’s just as distraught as you are, please.”

“Innie, can I come in, please?” Lee Know barely managed to get out, fingers curling around the wooden door as he saw a clump on the bed. It was unresponsive, but since he wasn’t yelling any insults, Minho took it as a sign that he could enter. Tip toeing his way in, he sat down on the soft bed, cringing internally when it creaked under the new weight. He stared at the clump of fluffy fabric under him, before taking the risk and peeling it off gently.

“Hyu- Hyung..I’m sorry..” His heart was sliced in half as he was met with a sobbing Jeongin, eyes completely bloodshot when he came up to cling to the cat, tears rolling down his scarred cheeks. Cooing softly, he doesn’t miss the opportunity to scoop the maknae up and into his arms, cradling him back and forth. He didn’t even know what the fox was sorry for, pressing a gentle kiss to the wet skin.

“Shh..you didn’t do anything wrong, I’m sorry for going overboard on the eggs..” Minho whispered, like a caress to the younger’s head as he tried to soothe his cries. Despite his exterior, Lee Know felt himself wanted to bawl alongside his member, but he held back, seeing how upset and guilt-ridden Jeongin was for something he had no wrong in. After what felt like hours under the radiant moonlight, only hiccups rang through the room, Jeongin clinging onto his hyung for dear life.

“C’mere, let me cheer you up.” At first, the fox stared up curiously, making the bunny giggle at the puffy eyes he was being flashed with. Bringing his hand down, he gently scribbled over Jeongin’s stomach, earning a quiet squeak before he dissolved into giggles. His hands shot up to cover his face, cowering behind his happy grin.

“Ah ah, let me see your face.” Minho tutted, his ministrations stopping for a moment to pull the maknae’s hands down, and again scribbling against the taut tummy. His hand that was snugly wrapped around the younger’s waist for support drummed against his side, eliciting a shocked squeal from below him; how adorable was that?

“Hyuhuhung hyung! Plehehease!” Jeongin whined, but didn’t push at the invading fingers on his torso, his hands simply curling around them like a child; his face heated up at the happy squeal that Lee Know let out from his small action. A dimpled smile became evident on his face slowly and steadily, cracks of dried tears forming when he crinkled up his eyes to continue his giggle fit, he swore that this was the epitome of adorable.

“I love you~” Minho ignored the younger’s endearing pleas, taking the hand on his stomach away to wipe away the dried tears, the rest of his nails scribbling ever so gently onto his cheeks. Jeongin shrieked with bubbly giggles, shaking his head side to side in a fruitless attempt to rid the nails on his scars; they were too sensitive for this..

“Ehehehe! H-Hyuhuhung!” The maknae tries again with his breathless begging, beginning to curl up into a tiny ball to ward off the fingers; of course it never worked. Minho could’ve sworn he himself was smiling so hard his cheek bones began to hurt, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop the wide grin; Jeongin’s cuteness was going to be the death of him right now.

“Yes? Mr Giggles?” The cat teased lightly, the hand on his side now softly digging into the skin between his ribs, snickering when Jeongin arched his back with another sweet squeal, it made him want to bash his head into a pillow from the overriding cuteness aggression that washed over him in waves.

“Noho more! Plehehease!” Once the maknae had become a puddle of teary, snort-filled giggles, the older relented, once again wiping away the same tears; but now with an all different, more comforting reason. He didn’t miss the opportunity to give one last scratch to his scarred filled cheeks though, making the younger snort endearingly. Pulling him up, they both went in for a long, long cuddle, feeling the negative weight on their shoulders be relieved.

The next morning however, Jeongin had quite the ‘stress relieving’ session, and Minho had a great start to his morning.

[primacatcher]

Lee Jeongin in each episode / episode 5

⤷ one spring night

[hearts444innie]

Jeongin Lee/ler head-cannons

one week left before parents return from Mexico!!!

I’ve been living off ramen noodles and my Abuelas cooking 💀

♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎

Lee:

✧- very sensitive neck so that’s always one to go for

✧-baby giggles-shshshvd

✧-hates skinship but likes to get tickled

✧-try’s to put up a fight at first

✧-don’t go too rough on the poor boy 😠

✧- cute squeaks-

Ler:

✧- bratty he will take advantage of it any chance he gets to see someone suffer

✧-makes fun of how their lees laugh sounds like 💀

✧- likes making funny faces to get his lee laughing harder

✧-bad at teasing it gets him flustered as well

✧-pretty much a bully-😭

✧-gives lee cuddles despite hating touch | (• ◡•)|

♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎

Just finished this at 8:50 pm 💀

[o6frog]

stray kids pride ᯓ★