#ler!lino

[allnightstay]

Day 11 - Hug 🧸

Summary: Lee Know is in a playful mood and makes Han his chosen target ~

Lee: Jisung

Ler: Lee Know

"Jiiisungggg!" Minho called out from the hall.

Oh boy. Han knew that tone. It could only mean one thing.

Lee Know is bored.

"Hannieee where are youuu ~"

Lee Know enters the main living area of the house they've all been staying at, spotting Jisung on the couch.

"There you areee~" the cat sings. He flops on the couch next to Han and turns on the tv.

"I'm boreddd!" He whines.

"I know, I can tell." Han replies.

"Let's do something! Wanna play a game?"

"Hmmm. I don't know. Depends. I'm writing music right now Lino."

"It's been like, 2 hours. Take a break!" Lino says, shaking Han's shoulder, noticing the smile growing on Han's face.

The cat boy begins poking the quokka's side, eliciting a sequel from him.

"Ah- hehehey!" He brings his arm down to cover the attack, beginning to stand up but Lee Know catches him in a hug, pulling him down and wrapping his arms around him.

"Ahhh let me go Lino!"

"Nope. I know what game I wanna play~" he says, smirking. And with that, Lino begins hug-tickling the now giggling boy in his arms.

Han squirms left and right trying to get out of the hold but fails as he's too weakened by the claws of the kitty.

"AhahahHAHAHA LET ME GOHOHO!!

"Hehe aww you're so cute Hannn ~"

"I'M N-NOT CUHUHUTE!!! STOHOHOHOP!!"

Han deep in his belly laughter eventually goes limp, falling into silent laughter after Lee Know had been attacking his ribs and underarms for several minutes straight.

Lee Know sits up and lays a breathless Han down, letting him go and petting his hair.

"Awww did I go too far? I'm sorry Hannie. I just love your smile and laugh, I don't think you give yourself enough break time, let alone fun time. I wanted to make you feel better." Lino apologized.

"No no, it's okahay. You're right. I actually feel like I needed that break, although you almost killed me!" Han chuckled, but he meant it. He did feel relieved.

The two remain on the couch, Lino watching TV while Han puts his headphones on and gets back to writing.

The enddd ~

[minnielvrr]

Living Canvas

Lee: Minho Ler: Hyunjin, Chan Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: it's almost insane how much I love seeing Lino getting all the tickles his sweet heart deserves🥺💖hope you like it✨🤗

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

@reginald-stay09

Hyunjin was BORED. You may wonder, of what? Of painting, particularly on his usual canvases. He never thought a day would dawn when he’d feel that way, but here he was.

He lay draped over the carpet in their living room, mindlessly tracing patterns into the soft fibers, only to brush them away in frustration.

He was still there when Minho came over, stopping to stare at the moping puddle that was Hwang Hyunjin.

“Wow, a new rug,” he commented dryly, toeing at Hyunjin with one socked foot before heading over to Chan’s room. Hyunjin let out a long, drawn-out sigh, continuing his sad ministrations on the carpet.

Minho eventually did emerge from the leader’s room and flopped himself onto the couch. They stayed in a comfortable silence until the older’s voice cut through it.

“What’s wrong?” There was a tinge of worry and concern in Minho's voice that made Hyunjin roll over to face the kitten. “I don’t wanna paint anymore…” The older’s brows shot up at the confession.

“What? Like at all? Why not?”

“It’s not interesting anymore. I don’t feel as inspired to paint as I did before. Something about the canvas itself is throwing me off every time I so much as pick up a brush.”

The dam broke and Hyunjin rambled on until a finger was pressed onto his lips, effectively shutting him up.

“Did you try switching things up? Maybe try something other than a canvas to paint on?”

Minho’s suggestion was predictable. After all, that had been the first thing Hyunjin had tried. But maybe—maybe Hyunjin had been looking at this all wrong this whole time.

An unnerving smile crept slowly onto his face, his calculating gaze assessing Minho’s figure as an idea formulated.

“Hmm. You’re right hyung! Perhaps swapping out my usual for a more…interactive canvas would be a good idea.”

Minho did NOT like the emphasis the artist had put on the word ‘interactive’. His eyes narrowed and a chill ran down his spine.

Every instinct in his body screamed at him to run at the look Hyunjin was giving him. But the older remained seated, ever the poster child for a poker face.

But even as his face remained impassive, his body seemed to give him away. His feet drummed anxiously on the floor, his clasped hands writhing where they lay on his lap and sweat beaded his forehead.

“Hyungie, will you pleaseee help me out? Pretty please? I’ll take you out to eat afterwards!” Hyunjin’s voice was sugary sweet, eyes wide and innocent as he tried to convince the older to make a deal with the devil.

By now, Minho had a good idea of what was being expected of him. The kitten gulped, caught in a stare-off, until he folded—he really couldn’t say no to the kids.

“Fine, but you’re getting me ice cream too.” He hesitantly agreed, fully aware of what was coming his way.

“Deal!” Hyunjin’s smile was demonic. “Sit tight hyungie~ I’ll go fetch the supplies!”

Anxiety, nervousness and anticipation swirled like a soup in Minho’s stomach, his feet tapping more and more frequently on the carpet the longer Hyunjin took. Minho’s thoughts raced a million miles an hour as he mentally prepared himself.

After a good 10 minutes of this, the artist sauntered in, wearing a paint-streaked black apron and holding a big wooden box filled to the brim with paints and a collection of different brushes. He gave Minho a warm smile, setting the box down next to him on the floor.

“I’m just going to lay down some newspapers so we don’t ruin the floor,” he explained as he worked, covering the carpets with multiple layers of newspapers and finally with a paint-stained towel.

When Minho crouched to lay on it, a little dazed from the unexpected turn his day had taken, the artist stopped him, gesturing for him to lose the shirt.

“Your pants might get stained though…gimme a second hyungie!” Hyunjin raced to his room, reappearing with a pair of shorts, “Wear this, I don’t want your clothes to get messy.”

Then the ferret disappeared once more, this time into Chan’s room, allowing the older to change. By the time the kitten was done, Chan and Hyunjin emerged together.

"Channie hyung, help me hold him down, will you?” Chan was all too happy to lay Minho on the towel, cradling his head gently in his lap.

The leader clasped Minho’s hands in his own ones, gently rubbing circles into his palm to soothe his nerves.

“Okay! Time for prep!” The artist announced with a flourish, cracking his knuckles. Minho gulped at the action, biting his lower lip nervously. This wasn't in the script!

“W-what do you mean ‘prep’?”

“Hm?” Hyunjin sounded genuinely puzzled by the question. Then a twinkle of mischief appeared in his eyes.

“You’re too ticklish hyung. If I use my brushes on you right now, you’ll squirm around so much it’ll ruin my painting! So Channie hyung and I will get you ready so that you won’t be so sensitive.”

Minho didn’t buy that nonsense. He was all too familiar with this particular technique, being one he often used on the younger members (mostly Innie) whenever the youngest needed to put on makeup on his neck and ears.

Minho always volunteered, dragging their maknae away from their makeup noonas to wreck him, claiming it’ll let them do their job ‘easier’. Surprise surprise, it didn’t.

But now that the tables were turned, the kitten didn’t find it as funny. “That—that won’t be necessary. You can just get started. I’ll stay stiHIHILL!! HYUHUHUNJIHIN!”

The ferret had dragged one of his brushes over Minho’s lower belly, his eyes already flickering over to the next spot—Minho’s hips.

The kitten shook his head, blabbering in a panic,” No! Nohot there, JihiHIHInnie pleheheHEHEASE! Ihihi sAHAid noahAHAHAHA ah!!”

Hyunjin ditched the brush, carefully massaging the spot with his thumbs. The oldest grinned at the way their lee arched and squirmed. This was just the beginning.

“Chahahanihihie hyuhuhung!! Ahahahaha sahahave meee!!” He screeched at his only hyung. Chan just grinned at him, and wanting to get in on the fun, he grabbed a brush.

Holding Minho’s hands with one of his own, he moved them to the side of his face.

Then as the kitten watched with growing dread he lowered the brush to his ear, running the soft bristles over the shell of Minho’s reddened ears.

“Ah nohohoho not my eahahahahars!! Thahat's cheHEHEATING!”

It had the cute lee squeaking and shaking his head desperately…until Hyunjin’s hands cupped his jaw, fingers wiggling at his neck while Chan happily ran the brush all over his ears and the backs of them.

“Mhmhmhehe ahahahAHAHAHAA!! PLEHEASE!”

Minho’s face burned as he tried—and failed—to stifle his giggles, his attempts at self-control crumbling with every ticklish touch. He kicked his legs and tugged at his arms but Chan was stronger and he held firm.

For all his attempts to escape, they didn’t stop. Hyunjin’s hands moved from Minho’s hips to his belly to his sides and ribs, leaving hysterical laughter in its wake. Chan focused on rubbing Minho’s ears and scribbling under the younger’s arms.

“Nahahahaha lehehet me goHOHAHAHAHA! Ihihit tihihihickles!” He squealed out. “Yes baby, that’s what we’re tryna do~ Dohohon’t behehe ihimpatient,” Chan mocked the poor boy’s cries for mercy.

The two continued their playful torment on Minho’s torso, only stopping when Minho’s laughter grew breathy and his struggles started growing weaker.

After a short break and some words of praise, the artist grabbed a palette, squeezing a dozen or so different colors on the flat surface.

“Prep’s over! Now for the real fun~” He snickered meanly.

Hyunjin decided to start off with a smaller paintbrush, dipping it in some water, he hovered the brush over the older’s tummy.

Minho’s breathing was picking up, a smile already tugging at the corners of his lips as he watched a drop of cool water fall from the brush and onto his hot skin.

That ‘prep’ had done nothing. Not that any of them expected it to anyway.

“Hmm so much to cover! Where should I start?” Hyunjin pondered, staring dead into Minho’s eyes and the poor flustered boy averted his gaze, prompting a high-pitched cackle from Chan.

“Aw don’t be shy Linoya~” he cooed, simultaneously moving his eyes to tell Hyunjin to go for his stomach. Boy was Chan mean when he wanted to be.

Then, while Chan gently tickled his underarms, Hyunjin scooted back, leaning forward to plant a kiss on the center of his belly.

Now, ticklish kisses don't usually work on Minho but the way Hyunjin's and Chan's fingers scritch scratched at his waist and armpits made him feel that much more sensitive.

His body seemed suddenly receptive to the soft pressing of Hyunjin's plush lips on his belly and Minho couldn’t help jerked his body away. But there was nowhere to go.

“ohoHO MYHYHY GOHOHOD, IHIHITS SO BAHAHAHAHAD!!” He wailed, his body shimmying around helplessly. If he twisted away from one hand, he'd only be shoving his sensitive spots into the other hand. It was merciless.

“Lino hyung…how on earth are you so precious. Just look at you! I’m touching you so lightly and yet you look like we’ve tortured you for hours! What a mess we can make of you hyungie~”

Minho’s eyes flew open at that, his mouth falling open in shock. Hyunjin had murmured those words but it felt like he’d screamed them in Minho’s ear instead.

“I—you- Hyunjin I swear to god I will literally KILL YOU aft—nO shihiHIHIHIT SOHOHORRY, IHIHIM SOHOHORRY PLEAHEHEASE!!!”

At the threat, Chan’s fingers went crazy on his armpits, Hyunjin’s hands now starting to knead his sides as he kissed all over Minho’s belly before letting up.

The two waited patiently for the kitten’s breathing to calm down, and just when Minho least expected it, Hyunjin struck once more.

Hyunjin grinned and grabbed a paintbrush. Dipping it in water, he surged forward, swirling the wet tips along Minho’s upper arms, just above his armpits.

The poor kitten jolted, arms coming down only for them to be pulled back up by the leader. “Uh uh, you have to be still or Jinnie won’t be able to concentrate~”

But even as he said that, Chan showered a pokes Lino's torso with his free hand, giggling as he watched the kitten squirm. “Nohohoho whyhyhy ihis Chahahnihie hyuhung dohoing thihis tohoohoo?!”

“Yah! Can’t this old man have some fun too?” Chan scolded playfully, praying that Seungmin hadn’t heard him. He’d never hear the end of it otherwise.

“Sohoho youhuhu admihit youhu’re old?” Minho teased through his giggles, immediately regretting it when Chan’s thumbs drilled in between his ribs.

“So cute hyungie. You’re absolutely adorable.” Hyunjin’s reverent words cut through their playful banter.

The tips of Hyunjin's fingers drag along the soft expanse of skin along with the brush on the other side, observing with the kind of attention that he’d usually keep reserved exclusively for their dance practices.

The artist's gaze was trained on the way Minho squirmed, goosebumps raising on his bare skin as his eyes fluttered shut. Minho was so soft, so sensitive when it came to this little weakness of his.

“Hyuhuhunehehe plehease! Ihihit’s sohoho bahaHAHAD! ehehehEHEHEhehe~”

He was putty in Jinnie’s unforgiving hold. His pretty doe eyes sparkled with an innocent, child-like excitement that Minho himself didn’t seem to be aware of.

He’d strongly denied it when Chan had brought it up once, threatening to utterly obliterate the older if he wasn’t careful. But the blush on his cheeks and the way he couldn’t meet their eyes gave him away.

“I love you so much hyungie,” Hyunjin murmured softly, tears welling up when he suddenly recalled their past. Minho blinked up at him in confusion, bambi eyes wide and shining as they flickered over Jinnie’s features.

Then a small smile broke out, wiping away the previous sadness and Hyunjin pressed his fingers into Minho’s sides more firmly.

The lee squealed at the abrupt change, bucking and twisting as he tried to escape those mean fingers. “shihihiIHIT ! NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE AH!”

“Do you feel how much I love you Lino hyung? No? That’s okay, I’ll tickle you until I convince you”

Minho's vision is a little blurry with tears of mirth, the two lers appearing as wobbly figures in his eyes. In contrast, the feeling of hands attacking his worst spots felt so much more intense than before.

“YEHEHEHES! YEHEHES IHI DOHOHO HYUHUHUNJIHIN NAHAHAHAHA!!”

“So handsome~ So sensitive~ You’re just perfect hyungie,” Hyunjin’s voice dripped with so much love and affection, it had even poor Chan feeling a little flustered, ducking his head to hide how the words affected him.

Minho was full on blushing, his eyes squeezed shut and giggles rising in pitch with how embarrassed he felt.

“Our shy little kitten,” Hyunjin breathed softly as he ran his fingertips lightly over Minho’s painted sides. The poor lee giggled some more, squirming around.

“NAHAHAHAA I CAHAN’T TAKE ANYMOHORE!! HYUNJIN PLEASE! I WANT TOHOHO DIE NATURALLYHYHY!!”

Chan and Hyunjin died at his dramatic proclamation, laughing almost as hard as Minho was.

Lino's body trembled and shook with the force of his laughter, words growing warbled and incoherent as it mixed with his sweet, bubbly cackles.

It wasn't often his laughter got the chance to spread through their dorm so the red lights duo were determined to milk that opportunity for all it was worth.

"ChaHAHAhanihie hyung plehehEASE lehehehet me gohOHO! Hehehehes gonna kiHIhill me lihhihihke thihis!! ArghAHAHAhaha NOHOhoho"

With a sly smile, Hyunjin leaned back, gripping onto Minho's thick thighs with his paint-stained hands and gave it a squeeze. The poor boy squealed, feet skidding on the floor and almost tearing the newspapers as he struggled.

“FUHUHUHUCK! ChahanNIHIHIE HYUHUNG PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE!!”

But of course, that didn't deter the artist, who pinched and squished the soft flesh between his fingers and watched with growing amusement at the way Lino threw his head back, loud bouts of laughter ringing through the wide space.

He was hysterical. Between Chan's fingers gently wiggling in his armpits and Hyunjin's skilled fingers at his thighs, he was a goner in seconds.

Minho yelped, dissolving into shrieks and giggles, his sounds bringing smiles to everyone who heard it. “N-nohoHO MOHOhore pleHEHEhease!!”

And much like the tune from the pied piper, summoning a couple of eager faces to the scene of the crime with his infectious laughter.

Minho strained against Chan's hold, desperately trying to fight back. But the leader was obviously stronger and the hands running along his body only served to weaken him further.

“Linoya is this really that ticklish,” Chan asked as he used his free hand to lazily scratch over each of Minho's ribs.

The poor lee nodded furiously, his hair whipping everywhere and tears getting yeeted in all directions from the sheer force of the movement.

It made the leader giggle, “Is our little tsundere kitten so sensitive he can't even form a single thought? Can't remember how to say yes hm?”

Minho had to get them back for this. He certainly would. He'd use his electric toothbrush right on Chan's belly button and his feathers on Hyunjin. But revenge would have to wait. He'd have to survive this sweet torture first.

The thought of revenge was what got him through their relentless taunts and jabs at his sensitivity. Despite the fact that he had turned a concerning shade of red, his struggles getting weaker, Minho held on.

“I cahAN'T tahaHAHAHAKE IT!! AHHAHAHAHAHAHA,” he wailed frantically, his feeble attempts at escape doing nothing to help him.

The two menaces went on till Minho's sweet hiccupy sounds cut off completely, replaced by little spray bottle noises that only brought with it more hysterical laughter from the rest.

Minho curled up on his side, rubbing over all the spots that were now pink from their playful assault as Chan stroked his hair in adoration.

As Hyunjin wiped away the paint, Minho’s giggles softened into quiet chuckles. “You-you’re evil Hyunjin,” he complained, voice still shaky from laughter.

Hyunjin grinned innocently, “Only for you hyungie~”

The leader himself massaged gently along his arms, soothing the hyper kitten from his giggly fit.

“Go take a shower, let’s cuddle after okay baby?” Chan cooed, pulling Minho up and pushing him towards the bathrooms.

Hyunjin has a lot of snacks prepared, humming contently as he placed them neatly on a table.

Minho’s idea had seemed to work it’s magic and Hyunjin already knew what he wanted to paint next. Maybe this was the right way out of his creative slumps.

And after a nice, warm shower, the three spend all evening cuddling and snacking together as they watched a random k-drama.

Later, a certain kitten received a rather embarrassing—and extremely flustering—painting that captured a moment from their...eventful evening.

His breath hitched as he unwrapped the painting, looking over the vibrant colors and playful lines that captured his every ticklish struggle.

Minho’s face was bright red in the canvas, little tears forming at the corners of his eyes as a wide, beautiful smile adorned his face.

The painting also included some rather unnecessary details like the hands that had put him in that state and he most certainly did NOT hang it on his bedroom wall. No, he definitely did not.

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 — 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 1.2k

𝙖/𝙣: happy anniversary!! this happens 6 months after alien 🥺

𝙩/𝙬: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!

𝒍𝒆𝒆: minho

𝙡𝙚𝙧: han

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🖤

“There’s tons of side effects once you come to Earth. A lot of them will be things you don’t expect, but a lot of our people have reported that the side effects received on Earth only get stronger once they come back.”

I glanced down at my hand, where I held a small device, unbeknownst to our crew leader. I’m so curious as to what these side effects are, but I hope they aren’t bad. 

If they’re good, maybe it’s best they stay. 

Jisung awoke with a gasp, clutching his chest as he recovered from the momentary shock he got from his dream.  

His heart ached. He missed Earth, but perhaps the side effects stayed? Hannie tried to grasp onto the memory, gripping his antennas and thinking hard. 

Everyone had been dull for a while. If the side effects had gotten stronger, maybe this was the way to lighten the mood. They were trying to heal, after all. 

Jisung yawned and headed to the kitchen, where Minho was busy cooking up breakfast for the crew. Hannie was aware of the amount of stress the older was under, having to take care of all of them along with Chan. He knew it wasn’t easy. 

He leaned against the counter, instinctively reaching for his cat ear beanie as Minho smoothed his hair out. 

Hannie had the sudden urge to cuddle the cat. So he did. Walking over to the older, he snuck his arms around Minho and under his shirt, he wrapped his arms around his waist. 

Poor Min, however, didn’t expect it to tickle quite as much as it did then. “AAH!!” He shrieked as Jisung poked his belly button playfully. 

Cat ears drooped, and Minho grappled as Jisung’s wrists as ten fingers stuck to his bare tummy and vibrated into the skin nonchalantly. “Jihihisung!! Stohohop thahahahat!!” He shrieked. 

Jisung shrugged, a “hmph.” leaving his lips as he moved to the kitten’s ribs instead, and Minho crumpled to the floor in a fit of laughter. 

“Awwwhhh…you made it easier for me.” Jisung pouted mockingly, straddling his hips sneakily. 

“Pleheheheheaseee!!” 

“No.” Jisung smiled sweetly. “I’m in a ler mood, and you’re my lee, so you suffer. How about that?” He threatened. 

Minho’s face turned crimson red at Jisung’s sudden demeanor. It was startling, but he certainly didn’t hate it. 

“You’re blushing, cuteee~” Jisung squeezed his cheeks gently, moving one hand to Min’s ear and tickling the outer edge gently. 

A high-pitched mewl escapes him. Jisung’s eyes widened and Minho slammed two hands over his mouth, face beet red. 

“What was that?” A slow, menacing grin spreads across Hannie’s face. 

“N-Nothing….!” Came poor Minho’s flustered reply, muffled by his hands. Jisung tried to run his nails along the older’s ear again, but Minho immediately gripped his hands with his own, a small, nervous giggle bubbling from his lips. 

“You’re shy now?” Jisung scoffed teasingly, ripping his hands from Lino’s grip and yanking both of the alien’s wrists above his head with newfound strength. Minho gasped as Hannie managed to hold both of his arms steadfast above his head with one hand, barely any power into it. 

Min was squirming with quiet whimpers as Jiusng continued small movements with his fingers along the trembling cat ears. 

“Does it tickle, baby?~” Hannie whispered teasingly into Minho’s ear, causing the boy’s nose to scrunch up in a wide smile. 

“Yehess!! Nohow please lehet go!!” He shrieked, suddenly stilling with a hysterical scream when Hanji’s fingers moved to his ribs, pressing into the bones roughly with a vigor. 

Minho thrashed, kicking out from behind Han as the younger continued to press kisses to his ear and whisper silly teases into it. “Tickle tickle tiiiicklleee hyung~” 

Minho’s voice was high pitched with happiness as Ji moved to his tummy instead. “NOHAHAHAHA!! AHAHAHAGH SHIHIHIT!!”

“No swearing~” Followed by a ticklish raspberry onto the edge of the kitten’s ear. 

Minho met with Jisung’s eyes, and suddenly a bright flash flowed through the boy’s eyes. 

Jisung let out a loud cry, falling backwards off of the now increasingly worried older, who was still giggling in tiny. 

“Hannie…Jisung, what happened?” Min scrambled over to cup the quokka’s cheeks. 

“Owwww….”

“Did it hurt?” Minho paused, prying Jisung’s eyes open. Nothing seemed to be wrong. “Is something happening?” 

Jisung gasped, abruptly falling backwards again. Min’s eyes widened in worry. “What’s happening! Sungie, tell me….oh.”

Hannie held up his wrist, a glowing plant sprouting in his palm. 

“Your power!” Minho squealed breathlessly. “Oh my gosh, it’s beautiful…” 

Jisung watched in increasing awe, the plant growing steadily. He shook his wrist a bit, and pressed it into the ground. An evil idea crossed his mind. 

Almost like instinct, he felt the earth obey him, like the soil under him was bending to his command. 

Jisung moved his fingers slightly towards Minho, and he could feel the flora move beneath the ground, gently moving past any obstacles to riiight under Minho’s hand…

“HAN JISUNG!!” Minho screamed as vegetation shot up from the ground beneath him, grabbing his wrists and ankles and pulling him to the floor. “Let go of me this instant!! I’ll send you into ORBIT, I swear!!” He shrieked as Jisung straddled his waist again. 

“You’re not in the position to be threatening me, hyungie…” Jisung raised an eyebrow in disbelief. His hands sneakily slipped under the cat’s shirt, resting ten fingers on his waist. 

“Wait…okay, I’m sorry. Jisung—wait….I SAHAHAHAID IM SOHOHOHORRRYYYY!!” He howled as Jisung dug in, leaning down to properly watch Minho scream with laughter as he was brutally tickled with no mercy. 

“NOHOHOHOHO NOT THEHEHEHERE!!” Poor Minho kicked out aggressively in ticklish agony as Hannie continued with no remorse, fingers playing on the older’s outstretched ribs like a guitar.  

Minho laughed and laughed and laughed, his hands weakly tugging at the plants that somehow held steadfast, his body weakly squirming away from the tickling fingers and having nowhere to go. 

“My hyungie…you’re so cute~” Jisung cooed as tears of mirth began to form on the crescents of Min’s folded eyes. 

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE OHO MY GOHOHOHOD SLOHOHOW DOWN!!” He wailed desperately, throwing his head side to side in quick succession to Jisung’s wiggling fingers on his lower belly. 

“You’re even more sensitive than back when we were on Earth!” Jisung laughed. 

More flora appeared to hold Minho’s legs apart, and Jisung made little “kch-kch-kch” noises as he skittered his nails up and down the kitten’s trembling thighs. 

Poor Minho screamed hysterically once, and then his voice was gone, cheeks wet and shirt collar soaked. He couldn’t remember the last time Hannie had gotten him this good, but it felt so nice to laugh until he couldn’t breathe anymore, the feeling of true ecstacy. 

Jisung let up after one “AAHAHHAHA SHIHIHIT HAHAHANN IHI CAHAHANT BREHEHEHEATHE!!”

The bindings released the alien’s bound limbs, and poor Minho curled into himself, giggles still flowing through him as Jisung gently wiped his tears off, laying Min’s head on his lap. 

Jisung carefully brushed a strand of hair from Minho’s forehead. “Hey, are you okay?” His voice was soft, a contrast to the playful energy they had just shared.

Minho blinked up at him, his eyes still sparkling with the remnants of his hysterics. “Yeahah, I’m fine. That was…unexpectedly intense.” He said, chuckling gently.

“I didn’t mean to be so rough…I guess I got carried away.” Jisung laughed. “You did so well for me, right, hyung?” He hummed. 

“Shut up.” Minho grumbled. Jisung smiled down at him. “I really enjoyed spending time with you, hyung.” 

“Pshhhh…you just got your power. Just leave me here and go tell the others.” Minho tried to get off of the quokka’s lap, but squeaked when Jisung grabbed him and pulled him back down.

 “They can wait.”

[ticklish-hanji]

Puppy tickles

Requested!

Ler: Minho

Lee: Seungmin

Note: This is a tickle fic. If you’re not interested or confident with this type of content, I’d suggest you scroll 🎀

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Lee Know was in his dorm alone. Han was out with a cousin of his and the cat was bored as hell. He was staring at the ceiling, then he scrolled on TikTok, then stared at the ceiling again. 5 minutes felt like 5 whole hours to him. He decided to go to a convenience store to buy something as he began feeling hungry.

When he finished his meal he thought about going back home, but he really didn’t want to. All he wanted was some company. He immediately ran to Seungmin’s house.

He knocked on the door and heard Seungmin from the inside yelling “Coming!”. When the puppy opened the door and saw his hyung, not smiling at all, he grew concerned.

“Are you okay, hyung?”, the puppy asked. Lee know looked at him in the eyes and all he said was “Are you busy?”. The puppy just stared in a loss of words “..Uh, no? Wanna come in?”.

They went straight into Seungmin’s room and laid in the bed. They thought of watching a movie, but, even though Minho said yes, it was obvious he wasn’t interested in it. Seungmin went on Netflix and put on “Spirited away” and Lino dragged his feet through the kitchen to get some snacks.

When he returned to the room, he just threw the bags onto the puppy’s lap. He noticed that the younger had trapped his feet at the holes of the bed. An idea popped into his mind.

“Seungmin-ah… I’m sad.”, he said, he was trying hard to not show a mischievous smirk. “I know hyung. I see. What can I do about it? I’ll do anything you want, just please calm down. Jisung will come back eventually.”

“Wait!” Minho said “what did you say? You’ll do anything?”

“Yes, I will”, Seungmin was confident.

Lino went up to his feet and lightly touched his soles “Anything?”, he asked again. You know, just to make sure.

The younger gulped. He didn’t want to get tickled, but he also wanted his hyung to be happy. ‘A little tickling won’t hurt, right?’ he thought.

It was true. He could handle some tickles if it meant that Minho would finally smile.

“Yes. Just get over with it and make it quick.”

Minho finally smiled and started tracing circles over the puppy’s paws. Seungmin let out small giggles.

“Ahahhaha ohohoh my gohohod”. His smile was so adorable that Minho was motivated to continue. He could stare at his beautiful smile all day.

“Does that tickle, Minie?”, the older teased resulting the vocalist to blush. “Stahahp with the teahahasing”

He was squirming, hiding his face, turning side to side.

“You just have to bare it for a while” Lee know kept telling him.

“Hyuhung, ehehenough pleahahase”, Seungmin cried, and Minho stopped. He felt quite better and as soon as he stopped his phone started ringing. It was Jisung

“Jisung?! Are you home? Where are you? Do you want me to come and pick you up?” Minho said, clearly excited.

“Will you let him speak? If you don’t mind of course” Seungmin teased, untrapping his feet with a note to himself to never put himself in the same position again.

“Shut up Seungmin. OH YOURE HOME? IM COMING!”, he hang up the phone and immediately ran to his and Jisung’s dorm. He was so excited to see his soulmate that he didn’t even say goodbye to Seungmin.

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I’m so sorry it’s quick, but I really couldn’t make it look like a torture. It made me uncomfortable. I tried to keep it light and fluffy. I hope you like it!

[skzdiary]

~The Jacket~

lee! lee know

ler! Chan

TW: THIS IS A TICKLE FIC, FEEL FREE TO SCROLL ☕️❤️

- “the fact that I haven’t tickled your death spot yet is concerning, eh?”

- “I didn’t hear a please”

- “you know you love it”

- “stop being stubborn and holding back your laugh!

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“So are you going to tell me what happened, or do I have to get it out of you?” Channie gazed hesitantly into lee know’s eyes. He couldn’t find his jacket anywhere after he went out with jeonjin.

“I-I don’t know where your jacket is!” lee know stared directly into his hyungs eyes and knew Chan knew that somehow he was lying. He knew where his jacket was but he just wanted to tease the older because he liked seeing him mad, knowing he’ll have to face the consequences…

“Right, that’s it! You asked for it!” Chan pinned lino’s arms up above his head and started to attack him all over his neck and chest.

He was trying his very best to keep in his laugh, but he was struggling to when his hyung was getting close to one of his weak spots - his sides. He stared to walk his hands down his body and started teasing him.

“Stop being stubborn and holding back your laugh!” Chan jabbed his ribs and lee know let out some cute little giggles.

“Pleahehehese stahahahahhaph! I cahahahaht tahahahhaake it!” He giggled hysterically. Channie hyung was ready to come in for the killer attack until he told him where his jacket was.

“Just tell me where my jacket is and I’ll stop. But you know you love it!” He started to scribble all over Lino’s stomach, leaving poor little lee know to laughing so much.

“NAHAHAHAHAHHA, HAHAHAHAHAVE MEHEHEHEHERCY! N-NOHOHOHT THEHEHEHRE” lee know started to twist and squirm, he could feel the tickly sensations all over his sides. “OHOHOHOKAY, FIHIHIHIHNE ILL TEHEHEHELL YOU WHERE IHIHIHS! ITS IHIHIHNN MY ROOM, NOHOHOW STAHAHAHAOH”

Lee know finally let his guard down and exposed himself to knowing where his hyungs jacket was. But little did he know, the torture wasn’t complete yet. he and Chan bith made eye contact and Chan could see how hard lee know was trying to not burst out laughing again. He found him so cute

“the fact that I haven’t tickled your death spot yet is concerning, eh?” Chan let off a small evil smirk and started to laugh at lino which made lee know laugh even more. “also I didn’t hear a please when you said stop, so I’m afraid it’ll have to continue for a bit more!~”

Chan made his way up his sides, spider crawling his way to his death spot - his armpits. He slowly started to move his fingers and lee know arch his back, like a cat 🐱. Channie started to laugh because he could see how much the younger was floundering, trying his very hardest not to laugh. He wanted to seem tough to his hyung but as much as he tried, the tickles were too much to bear…

“AHAAHHAAHAHAH, PLEHEHEHEHEASE. I CAHAHAHANT BREHEHEHHEATHE!” he was twisting and turning so much that he fell into silent laughter. Chan stopped and gave the younger time to rest.

“Yohohour so mehehean” lee know was still giggling. Chan laughter along with him and they lied down on the bed. “I’m gonna get you back so good!” His hyung started at him and rolled his eyes

“Yeah-yeah, sure you will.”

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SIRRY FKR NOT POSTING A STORY FOR A WHILE 😭

[v--143]

Anon Request: Drunk tckls- Would love to see this with Lee Know and Han, Lee Know being the drunk ler and Han being the lee just tryna get Lee Know to settle down and "go to sleep already goddammit"

< Night Night >

[Ler! Lee Know]

[Lee! Han]

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Han snored softly in his bed. He had fallen asleep immediately after getting home, tired from a long day of practice. He had asked Lee Know where he was off to, his reply being to “the club”, so Han just assumed he’d be fine and find his way back. He offered his home and bed over to his best friend for whenever he got back since his house was way closer. However.. that may have been a mistake…

*wobble*

The doorknob loudly shook as a groggy Lee Know stepped into Han’s room.

“What.. what the-“ Han whispered as he stretched a bit before turning to his beside clock. It read ‘4:07am’.

“Hi HanJiseeoongggg~” Lino said with a smirk. Through the darkness of his home, Han could see Lino’s hair was all ruffled up and his clothes halfway on. His navy pants and short-sleeved white shirt were slightly wrinkled and smelled of alcohol. He definitely had an amusing time.

“Ugghh..” Han moaned, “it’s 4am hyung...” he said as he placed a hand over his eyes. Han could barely keep them open as Lino giggled loudly and kicked off his shoes, then shuffled over to the bed.

“I had fun” Lino chuckled out.

“Did you?” Han was trying his best to sound like he was actually listening. He’s noticed over time that Lino tended to get offended easily when drunk. His form of payback? Being an annoying little shit.

*yawn*

“What..” Lee Know said sternly, “Am I boring you?!” He teased as he crawled onto the bed.

“Hyung. Read the room, it’s 4am…” Han yawned again as he turned over to lay on his stomach.

“Ooooooo” Lee Know cooed, crawling closer to Han and suddenly flinging his body atop the sleepy boy.

“ARGH- get ohoff me!” Han laughed in a deep voice at the sudden weight on his body now. He couldn’t love much considering Lino really spread his entire body out over Han’s, even putting his head into the crook of Han’s neck.

“Come onn let’s do something!” Lino insisted as he suddenly sprung up and began to grab at Han’s shoulders.

“Hyuhung no! Go to bed pleaseee” Han huffed as he unwillingly giggled at Lee Know’s predictable attitude.

“Am I funny?” Lee Know asked.

“Noho, go to bed!!” Han shoved at him. He had to keep swatting at his own neck too from the tingly sensations Lee Know’s whispering brought.

“I’m so funny” Lino squeezed both Han’s sides at the same time.

“Ahaha!” Han curled in on himself when Lino decided not to stop, “Stohop!!”

Lee Know laughed way too loudly at Han’s reactions, “You’re so sensitive!” He said as he began to tickle all over his sides.

“Wahahait waIT WAHAIT!” Han became frantic as he yelled out some loud “HA HAHA”’s as he turned his body over to face Lee Know. He began throwing his head back onto the sunken pillows every time Lino hit a sensitive spot or squeezed him harder than usual. Being as he was, crushed by his body weight… it wasn’t particularly easy for him to escape the situation.

“You’re sooo cute Hanjisungiee~ and loud!! Who knew your deep sleepy laugh could be so powerful~” Lee Know teased.

Han swung and slapped in every direction while trying to grapple at Lee Know’s hands, but the latter thought it was the funniest thing in the world to have Han laughing this hard. His frantic grabbing at Lino’s hands as he simultaneously clutched his quivering stomach was so entertaining to the boy that he didn’t want to stop.

“Plehehease PLEASE!!” Han began to kick at the bed hard, his legs going in all directions, making Lee Know laugh and tease him loudly.

“Please what?” Lee Know said with a way too calm voice.

“PLEAHAHA” Han arched his back.

Lino laughed, “Speak right idiot” he said as he began to tease all over Han’s torso with lighter and quick movements rather than such intense ones. This was even more entertaining to him than before since Han’s anticipation grew by miles every time Lino took a pause.

*heavy breathing* “Plehease wahait ahh~” Han breathed shakily as he giggled, “please please I cahan’t- STOHAP AHAHA” he would scream, and soon after he’d calm down until Lino dove into another spot near his hip, “NohAHA!! Please plehease no!”

Getting bored of only his torso, Lee Know decided to use both his hands to attack Han’s neck and chest. With his hands in a claw-like cat form, he scribbled them all over Han’s collarbones and wiggled them into his neck, causing lots of the most adorable twitches and grabbing at his hands.

“Plehehehe! Aaahahaheha!” Han was smiling so wide while Lino just took the advantage to wreck him to the fullest. So much so that he abandoned his sitting position to lay back down fully over Han.. only to grapple his teeth onto Han’s nape.

“Whahat are yo- NO- AHAH! AAAHAHA” Han screamed at Lino’s mischievous demeanor (and, of course, the awfully ticklish sensations at his neck) as he was clearly smiling into his neck as he bit down gently yet hard enough to make him scream. No matter how much Han shuffled from side to side, he couldn’t seem to get the older off of him.

“AHah.. ahh ahaha!! Plehehease I- hyuhung!” Han only got weaker as Lino began to shake his hair into the crook of his neck and gently traced his fingers over his torso.

“Cuteeee!” Lee Know teased loudly as Han’s little giggles filled the room. He still had an iron grip on both of Lee Know’s wrists with his own hands, but he was too weak to truly stop him now.

“I cahan’t I cahan’t!” Han pleaded to Lino, lazily swatting at his head. He decided to finally let up on the poor boy and he rolled off of him… only to trap him in a hug.

“Lehet me go I don’t trust you” Han giggled.

“Whaattt why!” Lee Know said. His arms were completely enveloping Han’s waist, and because of that comment, he dug the very tips of his fingers into his torso.

“Stohop!! Hyuhuhahng!!” Han slurred his words.

“I don’t know who that issss~”

Han was pushing at Lee Know’s bear hug grip but not really getting anywhere. The subtle poking of his fingers into his sides or ribs was all too overstimulating for it being 4:30am. Once he began to fall limp into Lino’s arms, the older knew he had tired him out enough.

“Your deep laugh is cute Hannie!” Lee Know whispered into the crook of Han’s neck as he squealed a high pitched “ee aah!”

Han had his face covered with both his hands as he began to fall into another deep sleep, a better one after how tired he was now. Lee Know remained holding him with his bear hug grip as they both fell asleep… but not without Lino asking Han if he was happy while he was asleep.

He said yes, very.

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Meowmeowmeowmeiemeowmeoewmeowmeow I love Minsung

[minnielvrr]

Comfort Person

Lee: Minho, Chan Ler: Chan, Minho Word Count: 2k

A/N: lil bit of angst with a giggly ending~🤭Yayy scheduled post!😉🤭

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

@reginald-stay09, @jungwon-is-the-one

Chan was once more spending the night typing away on his laptop. His hands flew across the keyboard, eyes trained on the lines upon lines of lyrical genius that appeared on the screen.

It was already well past midnight and Chan's eyelids were starting to droop. He'd just about completed his goal and put away the laptop when there was a timid knock on his door.

"Come in," he called. The handle turned and a tuft of brown hair peeked in. "Hi hyung, do you have some time?" Lino asked meekly.

The room was dim, and though Chan couldn’t make out Minho’s expression, the heaviness in the air spoke volumes. His silhouette looked small, shoulders drooped in a way that made Chan's heart ache.

"For you? Always. Come here baby."

His held his arms open and Minho stared at him for a moment longer before shutting the door and falling into the older's embrace.

Almost immediately his body started shaking and small sobs and sniffles filled the room.

Chan's hands found their place on Minho's hair and back, gentle motions of his hands applying light pressure as he whispered sweet nothings in his ear as the younger cried into the crook of his neck.

Minho didn't say a word, just let himself bask in Chan's warmth and loving words. Every word of praise and care that the leader spoke brought more tears to his eyes.

How could he deserve this much love? Every whispered praise from Chan only deepened the gnawing doubt in his chest. Chan was too kind—too good for someone like him.

That thought only brought more tears to his eyes, the warm liquid pooling at his lash line before spilling down his cheeks.

Chan held him till Minho's sounds tapered off, then planted a firm kiss on the boy's temple. "Do you want to talk about it now baby?"

The weight of his thoughts pressed down on him, making it hard to breathe. He couldn't shake the voice in his head whispering that he wasn't enough, that he'd never be enough.

The younger tensed, then relaxed and he sighed heavily, feeling defeated.

"Hyung...do you think I deserve to be loved?" He whispered in a broken voice and Chan's heart shattered at the words.

His grip tightened around Minho, pulling the boy impossibly closer. Minho gasped softly when his body was crushed against the other.

"Minho-ah, of course you deserve to be loved," he whispered, pulling back just enough to look at Minho's tear-streaked face.

"You’re one of the kindest, most thoughtful people I know. You work so hard for everyone around you, and you always put others first."

He wiped away a stray tear with his thumb, his voice steady. "You deserve love—so much love, not just because of what you do, but because of who you are."

Minho blinked up at him, more tears gathering at the corners of his doe-like eyes. "But what if I can't believe that, hyung? What if... what if I don't see it?"

A sad expression appeared on Chan’s face and he leaned forward to place another kiss—this time on Minho’s forehead. When he leaned back, there was a small light dancing in his eyes.

“Do you want me to show you? I’ll do whatever it takes, Minho, because you deserve to know how loved you are. Then, tomorrow, I will ask each of the kids to show you too. And by the end of it, I promise you won’t have a single doubt left.”

The teasing lilt to his voice had Minho’s eyes widening and heart pounding in his chest.

He wasn’t sure he could handle hearing all the things Chan saw in him, but he wanted to believe, just for a moment, that maybe—just maybe—it could be true.

He swallowed thickly before nodding. Chan smiled, moving to turn on the night light.

“Lay down love.” He instructed, patting the spot next to him. Minho obeyed quietly, tilting his head to look up as Chan slowly pulled his hands up, laying them crossed over Minho’s head.

The position reminded him of a thousand other exploits of his and a faint blush painted the tips of his ears.

Chan’s hands slid gently to Minho’s sides, his fingers ghosting over the sensitive skin, sending a shiver through him, but Chan’s eyes stayed tender, as if to remind Minho that this was all in love.

Then, with a playful smile, he tugged at Minho’s shirt, leaving it bunched up at his chest.

And as Minho watched with bated breath, Chan slowly lowered his hands down to the kitten’s belly.

"You deserve every bit of love in the world, even if you can't see it right now." Chan said, his fingers tweaking tenderly at the toned flesh. Minho’s hands curled into fists, soft huffs leaving his lips.

“I know you’re holding back, Linoya. Don’t try to hide it from me.”

Chan’s fingers worked their way across Minho’s belly, each touch more insistent than the last until Minho couldn’t ignore it any longer.

“Hyuhuhuhung-ahahah Ihi dohon’t behehelieve youhu~” The kitten spoke through soft giggles. His brows were still knitted, despite how he laughed.

Chan would change that. He wasn’t going to stop until he had made sure that every last bit of tension had been relieved from Minho’s body.

"Your presence alone makes everyone around you feel at home." Chan’s hands trailed  up to Minho’s upper ribs, massaging deliberate circles into the bone.

His touch alternated between firm presses and teasing grazes with his nails, making Minho squirm as laughter spilled from his lips.

“Stihihihill doHOHOn’t behehelieve youhu!!”

“Are you just saying that to make me tickle you longer? Cause if that’s the reason, you can rest assured. This isn’t gonna stop until I know that you believe me.”

Chan’s fingers danced between gentle pokes and quick scribbles, leaving Minho breathless.

It was a promise. An oath even, judging by the serious expression on the leader’s face.

Minho’s cheeks burned, embarrassment creeping in as the sincerity of Chan’s words overwhelmed him. He couldn’t bring himself to meet Chan’s eyes, too flustered by the intensity of the love in his gaze.

The kitten’s arms trembled with the effort of keeping them up. Chan hadn’t explicitly asked him to do it, but the implication had been there.

So he threw his head back and laughed freely, his torso twisting away from one hand, just to press right into another.

“AHAHAHAHA hyuhuHUHUNG!! IHIHIT TIIHICKLES!!” Chan giggled with him, then moved to the next spot. Minho’s heart was racing, the laughter escaping uncontrollably.

"You're so strong, Minho, even when you feel like you're not. All of us look up to you and admire you so so much."

The leader’s teasing fingers were now kneading into Minho’s waist, squeezing and pinching the flesh. It made Minho thrash crazily as he struggled to keep his arms up.

“Nahahahaha youhuhu’re beheheing SOHOHO meheHEHEhean!!”

“Am I? I’m only this mean to the people I love the most~ Chan cooed in a baby voice, leaning closer to peck and nibble at Minho’s neck as his hands continued their gentle assault on the younger’s sides.

“And of course, to add to the never-ending list of reasons I love you, we need to add your cute giggles right at the top!”

Chan sounded so excited, and Minho couldn’t help but let the praise wash over him.

“Chahahahannie hyuHUHUng!! Ohoho myhy gohohohod! Pleheheheheahahaha— Ihihi cahahan’t!”

The warmth of Chan’s words was fighting a battle inside him, but the weight of doubt still lingered, heavy and unyielding.

Each laugh that bubbled up felt like a small victory, yet the voice in his mind refused to quiet completely.

More and more giggles bubbled up from Minho’s lips, his wide smile showing off his cute bunny teeth, eyes squinted from how hard he was laughing.

He was simply adorable. As he tickled Minho’s sensitive neck with his lips, Chan resumed his praising.

"You are more than enough, just as you are. I love you, Minho—so much more than you’ll ever know. You don’t have to prove anything to anyone, least of all to me."

The words made Minho’s heart swell with happiness. He felt floaty and breathless from the sheer force of it. And Chan seemed to know it, his smile growing wider and dimples forming on his cheeks.

Chan knew he was being cheesy. But right now, seeing the way his words and actions seemed to ebb away his baby’s worries, he didn’t mind one bit. He would be the cringiest person on earth if it kept his kids happy.

As he kept it up, Chan saw the stress and tension bleed out of Minho’s form, leaving behind his favorite giggly bunny.

One more spot just to let all those happy thoughts really sink in. Chan scooted down to sit on Minho’s calves.

“You are the best thing that has ever happened in my life,” his voice was quiet this time and almost painfully sincere.

And as Minho was caught off guard by the weight of those words, Chan’s hands were there to distract him.

Another surge of tears fell from his eyes as Chan’s hands squished and knuckled meanly into Minho’s thighs.

“Chahahahan FUCK! PlehehHEHEASE ihihi cahAHAN’T! ihiT’S SOHOHO BAHAHAD!!! MEHEHERCYHYHY PLEHEASE!”

“Still having doubts love?” Minho shook his head vigorously, unable to form any coherent sentences, the boisterous cackles that had been ringing through the room cutting out.

Chan slowed to a stop when Minho’s breathing grew erratic and his cute little struggles weakened.

He helped the younger sit up, uncapping a bottle of water and bringing it to the boy’s lips. That crease between his brows was finally gone.

A comfortable silence ensued as Minho recovered from his wrecking. Then just as Chan turned away to switch off the night light, Minho tackled him down.

The suddenly energetic kitten easily pulled Chan’s hands up, pressing them to the mattress on either side of the leader’s face.

Chan’s expression was quickly switched from surprise to nervous. He had been pretty mean earlier…

“Ready hyung?” But Minho wasn’t actually waiting for a reply. He dived right in, hands fastened onto Chan’s sides, fingers wiggling incessantly.

Loud squeals and pleas for mercy fell from the older’s lips as Chan thrashed under the tickly ministrations.

“Nohohohoho ihihi wahahasn’t reheheady!”

“Too bad!” He chirped back, sounding much more cheerful than when he had walked in.

Minho’s strokes were calculated, reaching relentlessly for every one of Chan’s worst spots. Form his sides to his sweetly, vulnerable underarms to his hips and thighs.

And every spot he explored again, earned him louder, more frantic laughter.

“Ihihi’m sohohorry, Ihihi’m sahahHAHAHA— Minhihinho plehEHEHASE!! IHIHIT’S SOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAD!” Chan’s words were nearly incoherent in minutes.

Shrieky cackles turned to hiccupy laughter when the younger aimed for Chan’s thighs.

“You got me pretty bad here hm? Do you like this spot that much hyungie?”

“No! No Minho plehease dohon’t do this. You know how bad it is for me,” Chan begged, giving the younger his best puppy dog eyes.

But Minho wasn’t feeling very merciful so with one pointed glance at Chan’s hands, that warned him to keep them up, he resumed.

He copied every technique the leader had used on him, squishing and knuckling and scribbling gently along the sides.

“AHAHAHAHA SHIHIHIT!! IHI CAHAHAHAHA—”

Chan was hysterical, his words now completely incoherent as he threw his head back and clutched onto a pillow to keep from fighting those torturous hands off.

His laughter cut out quickly and Minho let up, snickering at how quickly he managed to get Chan to that point.

It wasn’t long before the two, exhausted from the day and their midnight adventure, ended up cuddling.  

“Thank you hyung. I love you~” The words were spoken softly, but each syllable carried the gratitude Minho felt. “I love you too baby.”

As Minho snuggled into Chan’s embrace, the doubt that had weighed so heavily on him earlier seemed lighter. Maybe, just for tonight, he could believe that he was loved.

After all, there was a long list of people waiting to shower Minho with love tomorrow. And he needed to prepare.

So he wrapped his hands tighter around Chan, curling into the older and easily fell asleep.

And for once, Chan did too.

[jeonginsdiary]

if youre not alr too too busy w other fics, can i suggest lee lino w lers seungmin & changbin ??

Thanks for the request! I have a lot of fics I’m finally getting around to writing so if you sent in a request, I’ll be writing it!!

Lee: Minho

Ler(s): Changbin & Seungmin

TW // THIS IS ABOUT TICKLING SO IF THIS IS NOT YOUR CUP OF TEA FEEL FREE TO SCROLL ☕️

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Stretching

“You look like a cat,” Seungmin teased, and it was true.

Lee Know had been stretching in bed, arms above his head, back arched, and feet kicked out. His eyes were shut tight and he whined a bit. Either from Seungmin’s words or he was really enjoying his stretch.

Minho groaned, too unbothered to open his eyes, still sprawled out on the plush mattress. “Don’t tease me or you’re gonna get it.”

The younger knew what this meant. If another word left his mouth, he was in for a long round of tickle torture. He glanced at Changbin, who was watching the scene unfold and the vocalist knew they were thinking the same thing.

Unless he made the first move.

Quickly, Seungmin reached a hand down, sticking a singular finger into the older’s belly button. It was hard to resist when the boy’s shirt had ridden up just enough from his previous position.

Immediately, Minho let out a strangled noise, slamming his arms down from his outstretched position. But it was too late. Changbin had already taken action and easily pulled an arm up with his hand. Minho knew he was helpless. I mean, what could he do with the strongest member holding his arm up way above his head? He resorted to the last thing he could think of. Begging.

“Please, guys! Don’t do this. You know I can’t take it!” He flashed pleading eyes at Seungmin who merely smiled at him before slowly lowering his hand down.

“There’s nothing you can do about it, hyung~” Teased the younger, still hovering his hands above the boy’s midriff. “Where should I go first?” He asked Changbin, a playful glint in his eyes.

The black-haired boy scanned Minho’s body, watching as he continued to plead.

“S-stop! Don’t touch me!”

“Go for his stomach, that always shuts him up.” Changbin suggested, watching Seungmin’s fingers as he turned them into claws.

Lee Know brought his free arm in front of him, shoving at the nearing hand, hoping that would somehow prevent it from reaching his body. To his dismay, it didn’t work. In an instant, the other had shot his hand down, clawing at his tummy.

“Stohohop! Gohoho away!” He weakly shoved at the fingers invading his midriff, letting out a panicked scream when Seungmin dipped a finger back in his belly button. And to make it worse, Changbin brought his other arm up which now left Minho hopeless.

“SEHEHEUNGMIN, STAHAHAP! GEHET OUT!!” He arched his back just like he had when he stretched, except this time, it was instinctively.

The younger grinned, wiggling in a little deeper, relishing in the screech it pulled from the boy underneath him. “And what if I didn’t?” Cooed the vocalist who kept up with the older no matter how much he thrashed.

But eventually, Seungmin did let up. He wasn’t finished with Minho yet and he didn’t want to kill him before he got to experiment more of his sensitivity.

“Lehet me go already!”

“Not until we find your death spot.”

Lee Know froze at the younger’s words. Death spot? If they found it, he knew it would be over for him… “S-stop! I don’t want you to!” He retorted, trying to pull his arms down or look for some sort of escape, though, he found none.

Seungmin ignored the dancer, simply scanning his body, finding his next place to attack. “Is it here?” He asked, stuffing his fingers into Minho’s armpits, producing a squeal from the older.

“NOHOHO! IHIT’S NOHOT THERE! DOHOHON’T!” Screamed the boy, with a hint of panic and excitement in his eyes.

Seungmin groaned. Where was his spot!?

“I’ll find it sometime, hyung~”

And with that said, the youngest went to work. Jabbing around Lee Know’s torso, squeezing his thighs nonstop, and even blowing raspberries right above his belly button for a torturously long time. Still, nothing got him as big of a reaction as he was hoping for. “Do you even have one?” Questioned the other in defeat, gazing at Minho’s red face and teary eyes as residual giggles spilled out of him.

“I barely even did anything!” Seungmin took note of his features. “He’s acting like I tortured him!”

“Probably from the raspberries. Those always have him screaming.” Changbin muttered from his same position above the dancer.

“Plehehehease, get him to stohop!” Pleaded said boy, fixing his eyes on the rapper while breathing heavily. Out of excitement and nervousness.

“I won’t help you, hyung. But you should be glad I haven’t spilled your spot.” Changbin smirked at the older evilly

Minho’s eyes widened and he bit his lip to keep his laughter at bay.

“You know?” Seungmin voiced his thoughts aloud, beginning to beg the other for the spot.

After Changbin refused to tell Seungmin, he took it to another level, now threatening the boy. “Hyung! If you don’t tell me I’ll make Chan hyung tickle you to death.”

That definitely worked…

The middle of the three decided to spill. “Okay, okay! It’s his waist!” He blurted out. “Right here!” Changbin reached over to poke the older’s lower tummy, around his v-line, emitting a ticklish scream from the older.

Minho watched in agony as Seungmin’s lips curved upwards. “Here?” He repeated the other’s actions. Poking the same area, except this time wiggling his finger deep into the boys skin. “AH! D-don’t do that!!” Said boy whimpered, stomach quivering under Seungmin’s touch. With that, the younger begun by pressing a few of his fingers into that place, already pulling a smile from Minho. He carefully massaged his fingers in, loving the laughter he got in return.

“STAHAP! GUHUHUYS!” Lee Know shook his head back and forth, bucking up and down, only causing the younger to press in deeper.

“NOHOHOHOHO!!”

Seungmin had changed his tactic and had slightly pulled the other’s shirt up, to reveal the bare skin, and was now grazing his nails across it. “So this is your worst spot? It’s so sensitive!” Minho whined through his laughter, throwing his head back when Seungmin scratched around a little harder with the tip of his nails.

“You know how to get him screaming even louder?” Changbin teased to which Seungmin perked his head up curiously. “Use your thumbs.” Was all the dark haired boy said, pulling on the others arms to stretch him out a bit more. Now his spot was on full show, increasing the sensitivity by a ton.

Without a word, the younger had placed his thumbs down, teasing the older as nervousness bubbled up in his throat. “Stop. Don’t move your fingers!”

And this was more than an invitation for the vocalist to dig in, vibrating his thumbs far into his waistline. And if Minho wasn’t in hysterics before, he sure was now. Especially when Seungmin dipped a finger back into his belly button, sending what felt like an electric shock through the boy who let out a piercing shriek at having two of his worst spots ticked and tortured. at once. And he dissolved into another round of loud, boisterous mirth.

“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Lee Know screamed until he was completely overtaken by silent laughter.

“Okay, finish up,” Changbin told the younger, observing Minho as he, again, forcefully arched his back, head thrown into the rappers lap with the brightest bunny smile and flushed face. “He is kind of cute, though…” Changbin couldn’t help but admit. But, he knew the older couldn’t take this for much longer, especially with his ticklishness.

“Fine, I’m almost done!” Seungmin decided to go in for the kill, wiggling all ten fingers on his v-line and blowing a ticklish raspberry below his belly button this time.

Minho tried to scream, he really did. But when he opened his mouth, nothing came out as he thrashed around. “He can’t even get anything out, Seungmin!” Changbin giggled at the older’s predicament. All they could see was the boy mouthing words like “stop” and “please” and “I’m sorry”. And letting out an occasional squeal and jolt when the vocalist hit a hyper sensitive area.

And finally, the vocalist let up.

“Had enough?” He asked, rubbing Lee Know’s tummy after having pulled his shirt down.

“Yehes, I’m sorryy!!” The older exclaimed, curling into a ball, still panting with a heartwarming smile plastered on his face. “I’m getting you back so bad.” Minho added under his breath and Seungmin’s heart skipped a beat when he had heard it.

“D-don’t!” Was all he said before he was being chased around the dorm.

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Ik this fic was all over the place but I hope y’all liked it😭😭

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𝙖/𝙣: last fic before hiatus! will miss you guys!

𝙩/𝙬: EEE JUST CUTE AGRESSION

𝒍𝒆𝒆: chan and minho

𝙡𝙚𝙧: minho and chan

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

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

note: please listen to We Go Down Together by Khalid and Dove Cameron while reading this...it hits harder lol [its also a really nice song]

Was Chan being bold and very brave? Yes. Did he hope that Minho would get mad? Yes. Did it work? Very much yes. 

The leader could tell why Minho enjoyed wearing the hoodie so much. It was very comfortable and oversized, even for him. 

But for one, Minho always wore it when he was in a lee mood. Usually, this was an expression that translated to ‘yes, you can wreck me now’ in Chan’s eyes, and Min was always his go-to if he had a ler mood. 

But now, it was quite a different situation. Chan’s lee mood had suddenly crept up on him and caught him off-guard, now he was in the mood to be wrecked in every spot until he went insane. 

And guess who was the best at that? Lee fricking Minho. 

So Chan waited for Min to return from dance practice, taking a small nap and relishing in the warmth of the dancer’s hoodie. 

He hoped Minho would actually be okay with him wearing it; Chan would never want to do something to make the younger uncomfy. 

Soon enough, Minho did return, walking into his room and smiling softly at the sight of the leader squished up so happily, asleep. 

‘Awh, look. The old man’s finally sleepi—wait. Is that my hoodie?’ Minho squinted, leaning closer and smiling wide when he realized it was. 

After a quick shower, he climbed into bed with Channie, grinning before suddenly slipping his warm hands up the hoodie and lightly tickling the older’s sides. 

Chan immediately startled and began to squirm away, the most adorable giggle making its way from his throat. 

“M—Mihin?” Chan asked, and Minho smiled at him. “Yeah?” 

“I’m wearing your hoodie.” Chan informed him. 

“I know. I think you look so cute in my clothes, hyung, I should let you wear them more often.” Minho cooed playfully, missing the big picture of what Chan was trying to imply. 

“I’m wearing the hoodie.” Channie squeaked again, burying his face in his hands and blushing. 

Then it dawned on Minho. ‘Ohhhh.’

A wide, evil smirk made its way onto Minho’s face. 

“Oh? Did you wanna get…wrecked by me?” Minho asked, fingers wiggling in front of Chan’s face; The leader was nodding. 

“Who am I to deny my love what he wants?” Minho snuck his hands under the older’s clothing again to tickle at his sides, and Chan kicked out a little through his giggles. 

“Mihihinho dohohon’t tehehease me plehehease!” Channie pleaded, though his begging fell on deaf ears as Minho’s fingers scratched around his belly next. 

”Fine, fine.“ Suddenly, Lino was changing positions, the older’s left arm pinned above his head as Minho straddled his waist. 

Confused, Chan asked Minho. “Why are you sitting there? Aren��t you gonna get me there?” 

Minho replied quickly. “Slow your horses, I’m just starting here.” His hands dart to the leader’s outstretched underarm. 

Chan let out an embarrassingly loud scream, crumbling under the dancer’s tickly fingers immediately as he submitted to the torture he would be forced to endure. 

Minho wrapped his legs tightly around the other’s waist, knowing how much he liked to squirm around. 

He continued to pull the cutest laughter from a very happy Channie. 

“…How about I try your little signature hoodie move, hm?” Minho teased, and Chan’s widened just as the cat lover’s head ducked below the edge of the hoodie. 

"N-No! That's my idea! It'll only work on you, not me!" Chan tried to protest, and Minho's eyebrows raised in disbelief.

"So, what. You're suddenly not ticklish anymore?" "Yes!"

"...You do realize how dumb that sounds, right?" Minho deadpanned, ducking beneath the leader's hoodie to place a sweet kiss on the older's tummy.

“WAIT MIHIN DOHOHOHOHOHONT! IHI CAHAHANT TAHAHAKE IHIHIT!!” Chan went absolutely ballistic as Minho began to blow raspberries and nibble at the sensitive skin of his belly and waist, his sides not being left out of the arrangement. 

Chan only then understood how much the sensation elated him, the highest pitched laughter echoing through the room as he was tickled without mercy. 

"PLEHEHEASE OHOHO MYHY GAHAHAHAHAD!!!"

Howled laughter was the only thing he could even get out. Chan felt satisfied and content; He had gotten what he wanted. 

When Minho began to nibble torturously over his v-line, Channie absolutely lost it, begging while feeling high at the intense tingly sensations spreading through his body.

"OKAHAHAY IHIHIM GOHONNA DIHIHIHIE!!"

Soon enough, Minho emerged from the hoodie, patting at Chan’s belly and climbing onto him, laying his head on the older’s chest. 

“Seriously, though. I have to dress you in my clothes. You’re making me have cute aggression.” Minho cooed, squeezing the leader's cheeks.

Chan wrapped his arms around the younger and flipped both of them over, immediately knuckling at the kitten's ribs and making him scream out in laughter.

"Guess who's also ticklish?" Chan teased, knuckling ticklishly over the boy's upper ribs.

"THIHIS IHIS UHUHUNFAHAHAIR!!! YOU CANT DO THIS TOHO MEHEEHEHE!!" Minho screeched, twisting and cackling.

"Oh, silly me? News flash, I'm your hyung. I can do what I want." Channie teased, and Minho's face flushed a deep red.

"PLEASE HYUNG NAHAAHAHAHA!"

"Hmmm...I wonder if my baby has a laughing button somewhere?~"

"NOHOHOHO NOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!!" Minho pleaded, Chan's fingers moving lower and slowing his movements to both give the younger a break and to torture him with his light strokes.

"H—Hyung...plehehease just do ihihit ahahanything buhut thihis!!" Lino giggled his heart out, just as Chan managed to stick one finger into his belly button.

Minho went ballistic, his high-pitched cackles were back in full force, and Chan relished in how easy it was to reduce the normally bratty kitten into a hysterical, begging mess in seconds.

"GEHEHEHET AHAHAHAHOUT!! IHIHI REHEHEALLY CAHANT—AARGH!" Minho gasped. He almost forgot how much it tickled to have fingers in your belly button.

"Continue giggling for me, and I think I'll just tickle you forever. Your laugh is so sweet~"

At that, Minho started to tear up a little. Both because of the tickles and because of the sudden surge of overwhelming fondness overcoming his senses.

"Crying already? But I wanna keep going!" Chan exclaimed in surprise, though his finger did go from torturously scratching Minho's belly button to tracing around the outer edge.

Minho laid there for a few seconds before sitting up and wrapping his arms around the leader, burying his head into the older's shoulder.

"Oh...Min."

Chan's fingers continued to trace at the younger's sides as he laid them both down, cuddles imminent.

Moods satisfied, the two went to sleep comfortably in each others arms, safe and snug, though Minho did giggle for a lot of the night due to some fingers interfering in his sleep.

[ticklish-hanji]

Sensitive cat - Sequel

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Lee: Bangchan

Ler: Minho (helper: Changbin)

Note: this is a tickle fic. If you’re not comfortable or interested in this type of content, I’d recommend you scrolled 🎀

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“Chan hyung,” Lee Know said, “are you ticklish?”

The leader looked at him in pure terror.

“You said no tickling questions Min!”, the leader was now blushing. Earlier he’d said that it’s pretty easy to admit such thing, but now that he’s in the position to actually admit it, he couldn’t.

“Com’ on hyung~, tell us.” Seungmin said, visibly having fun. Probably he was having the most fun among his members. Them being tickled while he just laid there, satisfied by the fact that he had started all this.

“Seungmin shut up! This is all your fault”, Chan screamed at the younger, instantly feeling guilty about it as he noticed the puppy’s smile fading away from his face.

“Language!”, Minho yelled back, signing to Changbin that it was time their leader received some tickles as well.

Bin pinned the leader down, arms above his head while he was sitting on his wrists, just like he’d done with Lino a few minutes prior. Chan was now blushing and giggling as the dancer sat on his hips.

“Mi-Minho, we don’t have to do this! Let’s talk things out.” Bangchan tried to save himself.

“There’s nothing here to talk about, Chan-hyung. First you wreck me and tickle me while you knew that I can’t handle it and then you talk to our member like that? Only punishment is accepted at this point.”

The dancer begins by lightly tickling his hyung’s belly. “Hehehey nohoho.”, he giggled as the ticklish sensation took over his tummy.

“And as for what you said earlier, i said no ticklish questions were allowed to any of the members except for you.”, he said now tickling harder.

“HAHAHA NOHOHO! MINHO STAHAHAHAP! IM SOHOHORRY!”, Chan cried, but the cat didn’t care at all. He just wanted his revenge. Also he was having a good time watching his only hyung like this.

“Sorry to who, hyung?”, now Minho had a plan. There was one correct answer to this question, and that was ‘to Seungmin and you.’. If Chan said that, Minho would stop, but if he didn’t, then the tickles would continue for a little while.

“TO YOU! PLEAHAHASE STOHOHOP IT!”, wrong answer. How sad.

“Why to me?”

“BE-BECAHAUSE- I TIHIHICKLED YOU!”, Chan said, hoping that Minho would show some mercy, but, oh boy, he was wrong…

“Wrong answer hyung. 1/2 points. I’m sorry, not really though.”, he said and then moved to the older’s armpits, hitting a sweet spot.

“NAHAHAHA-”, he yelled. He could even speak anymore, he just laughed and laughed and laughed.

“You should’ve said ‘to both Seungmin and you’, hyung. To me because, as you said, you tickled me and to Seungmin because you talked to him like that. Looks like you’ll need to bear my fingers tickling you for a little longer. How cute you are in such position.”, he teased his hyung, only making it worse. Chan was struggling a lot, he was too weak for this.

“MIHIHINHO STOHOHOP IHIHIT! IHIM BEHEHEGGING YOU!”

“Aren’t you the one that said that you can now stand tickling? You said it to Young K, didn’t you?”, Minho asked.

“I LIEHED- MINHOHOHO PLEAHAHASE!”, tears started rolling down his cheeks.

“What the actual fuck is happening..”, Hyunjin asked, genuinely confused. No one responded though, they were too busy watching their hyungs being playful.

“OKAY OKAHAHAY IM SOHOHORRY! TO BOHOHOTH OF YOU! JUHUHUST PLEAHAHASE STAHAHAHAHAP!”, and Minho stopped.

“I hope you know I’m not apologising, you got what you deserved.”, the dancer said getting off his hyung, and Changbin let him go as well.

“Oh myhy. Thahat was puhure tohorture.” Chan hugged himself for like 5 seconds and then sat back down.

“Seriously now, tho. I’m sorry Seungmin, I just was too frustrated.”

“It’s alright, hyung.”

The leader went to the puppy and kissed the top of his head.

They played for 10 minutes more and by the time the clock hit 2:30 they all had fallen asleep on each other.

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Sorry it’s so short 😭 I fr wasn’t creative, idk what happened to me. I hope you like it tho!

[hearted-anon]

Pillow fights!

Words: 1287 Note: For @seungsluvv T/w: None, it's raining cats and dogs ain't it? Lee(s): Know, Seungmin Ler(s): Minho, Seungmin

"Come here, Kim Seungmin!" Minho screeched as they both ran around in endless circles in the bedroom, akin to animals chasing their tail. Lee Know gripped the fluffy pillow tight in his hands, darting after the bolting puppy that had his own pillow too. To Chan's sleepy thinking, courtesy of his overworking behaviour that got his fair share of punishment, he decided to put Seungmin and Minho in the same room, which turned into a massive pillow fight. 

"Get away from me hyung!" Came the reply of the running vocalist, who threw basically everything that was soft, wouldn't hurt anyone but would definitely disrupt his balance of chasing him down. Gasps and grunts came from Lino as he struggled with the amount of pillows thrown at him, although most were dodged from his fast reflexes that were thought to be inhumane. 

"I'm going to catch you- ARGH!" The cat let out a cry when he was toppled onto the pile of pillows he finally got past, just to be knocked down back into them. Seungmin tackled him as hard as he could, using his fluffy shield to protect them both from the pain of their strength. Straddling his waist, Seungmin lifted the pillow above his head, as if wielding a silver sword in his hands, ready to emerge victorious in this battle with rose red blood staining his weapon, a confident smile on his face. 

“Get ready to say goodbye, hyun- GAHAHAHA!” The younger’s once prideful words were cut short as fingers shot to his hips in an instant, kneading the hollows aggressively as the older panted heavily. Seungmin let up with a deafening squeal, his arms crashing down with his pillow that bounced off the floor reluctantly, tugging at the cat’s fingers. He howled in laughter as Minho regained his strength, eyes darkening with vengeance that screamed revenge.

“You thought I’d lose? Lee Minho, losing?” Lee Know scoffed, his voice heavy in sass as his hands worked happily to defeat his mini self. If anything, their only weakness was knowing each other inside out, including how to bring them down from their high horse. The younger nodded rather aggressively, swallowing down another breath in an attempt to regain his strength to no avail. That was a terrible mistake on the puppy’s behalf, another howl emitted as a finger thrusted into his navel, slipping sneakily under his shirt to wiggle and scratch all over in the soft skin.

“NOHOHO! WOHOHORST SPOHOTS ARE CHEHEHEATING! YOHOHOU CHEHEATER!” Seungmin shook his head rapidly at the sensations that quickly took over his lower tummy, digging his heels into the soft pillows that provided no ground to relieve all the shocking sensations. Lino simply chuckled slowly, smiling mischievously as none of the sensations that the younger wanted to stop, stopped. He pondered if this was revenge for forcing Lee Know to admit dogs were better than cats previously, having been quite the ‘cheater’ last time, now revenge being served to him quite coldly. The puppy panicked internally through his hysterics, he had to act fast, not wanting to surrender to Minho in the slightest, he would dig his grave which he was currently doing before that happened.

“Cheating? You call your hyung a cheater?!” Lino finally sounded in feigned anger, narrowing his eyes into slits which paused Seungmin’s thinking. Within a split second, a ring in Minho’s ears vibrated from the sheer scream that the younger one let out when a raspberry was placed below his belly button, his finger still occupying that space. The puppy kicked out through his howling, head tossed back onto the pillows that provided no comfort to him. 

“AHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAP STOHOP STOP!” Seungmin pleaded breathlessly, unable to think straight through the roughness of the torture he was put through. His thoughts clouded through the electrifying sensations, his hair sprawled out over the floor through his thrashing. Minho didn’t let up, determined on hearing his trumpets of victory, and would not stop until he heard it. Although in a blurry haze, Seungmin’s hands mustered up the last of his strength to dig harshly into Lino’s waistline, as roughly as he could through his desperation.

“YOHOHOU LITTLE-! ARGHAHAHAHA!” Lee Know fell backwards with a squeal of his own, the tables finally turned in Seungmin’s favour and to Minho’s dismay. Gasping for air heavily, the younger was quick to throw himself back onto the cat, squishing his nimble fingers into the cat’s v-line without an ounce of regret. His fingers trembled, his face still an incredible bright red from what he was put through, now hungry for his revenge.

“Little what? You’ve had your fun hyung, unless you can’t handle what you dish out? What a shame.” It was quite bold of Seungmin to taunt so teasingly, considering that he was put in the same vulnerable position mere moments ago, laughing his little head off. But he was going to take his revenge, in every way possible, and no matter what. Lee Know could only cackle to his heart’s content, clawing at the younger’s hands to get them off his pudgy skin to no avail.

“YOHOHOU SHUHUCK! LEHEHET GOHOHO!” Minho squealed out, getting more and more desperate with each passing second that the unrelenting fingers stayed put on his waistline, kneading and massaging roughly into the skin that drove him absolutely insane. His smile lines were prominent through his boisterous laughter, his jaw open slightly to let out all the cackles he needed to.

“Hmm…admit defeat..” Seungmin hummed thoughtfully, which wasn’t really that thoughtful considering he replied almost immediately, almost sarcastically thinking to give the older the hope of being let go. The puppy grinned down at the cat who was in ticklish hell, his eyes crinkling up as his smile spread apart his teeth slightly, creating an open mouthed smile that was made to melt anyone’s heart that even saw it. Seungmin was no different, sighing in adoration as Lee Know squealed for mercy when his fingers hit the middle of the sensitive line of skin, slamming his head onto the floor, narrowly avoiding the wood and landing onto the pillow.

“NO! NEHEHEVER!” Minho screeched, his arms lifting up Seungmin’s fingers for a split moment to breathe, before eventually tackling the puppy on the floor. Out of energy, they both stared at each other for a moment, in an almost uncomfortable silence that would make anyone shiver. But as one said, ‘disturb the normal, comfort the weird’, as the next moment both of them bursted into soft giggling, tossing playful insults about their smiles and flushed cheeks and ears. Pillows were thrown, attacks were made, eventually both of them laying in the middle of the room, panting with tears of mirth streaming down their faces as they laid still on the shared mattress.

“Thahahat was soho fun…” The younger breathed out slowly, earning a hum of agreement from the one beside him. He squeaked when arms wrapped around him comfortably, warm breath hitting his scalp as Lino buried his face into Seungmin’s scalp, taking in the scent of his shampoo. Their eyes lidded next to each other, the aircon that circulated throughout the room calming their nerves after the war had finally ended. Breath stilling, pillows and blankets engulfed them in a safe and warm embrace, the once loud shrieks and squeals were replaced with quiet breathing, the two troublemakers cuddling up next to each other as if their life depended on it, as if the moment they let go they’d sink into a pit of darkness that separated the two forever.

Of course they didn’t wake up like that, of course they pushed each other away the next minute, after all, only they knew each other inside out…

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Pairing: Reader x Hyunjin x Bangchan x Lino x Han

Lee: Reader

Ler: Hyunjin

Genres : Fluff, Flirting, Ticklefluff, Hyunjin x Reader, Skz

A/n : I'm so sorry guys this fic isn't that good but I felt like posting it and the date of an important exam was changed so here we go... **********************************

It was a normal schoolday. You got up at 6am, got ready in the bathroom, had breakfast with your family and went to school. The first two periods, you had music class. And you were as bored as usually. Because the teacher always told storys about his life and it wasn't that exciting because he was an opera singer after he graduated and before he became teacher at your school. So of course the topic of your music class was 'opera' for three months now... It is soo boring and the fact that he sung along with the operas you had to listen to was only making it more funny. But not enjoyable..... So you all were happy since the lesson was over.

After that you had an english lesson and it wasn't that interesting too but it was okay since english was your favourite subject. Then you had a math lesson and then physics. Maths wasn't your favourite subject at all because you rarely understood something but this time you luckily were able to solve the questions. After that you went to the physics room. But it was used by another class, so your teacher organized another room. The computer room. The room with the endless rows and less computers. You went in and sat next to your best friend on the left side of the room. Your three male best friends Han, Bangchan and Lino sat next to you but there was one chair left out between you. You didn't mind and turned around to your best friend F/n (Friend/name) and started talking about this and that.

Then suddenly someone sat next to you on the free chair and you turned around to see who it was. And you looked up at your crushs face. Hyunjin smiled and sat down as you looked down fastly and slowly turned back to your friend who was still talking. You heard your friends start a conversation with Hyunjin. When the rest of the class came and took place, you looked over to your Friends. In the row you were sitting, there were Lino, Han, Chan, Hyunjin, you and F/n.

Finally your teacher came back and gave everyone a worksheet were you had to work on. You quietly complained about your teacher who was ALWAYS forgetting the dots of the 'i's. Hyunjin looked over to you and asked where she forgot one. You blushed and then leaned over to him and showed him the 20 missing dots on one single sheet. "Ohh! I would not have seen it..." he laughed and you smiled shyly. Then you all worked peacefully.

But after a few minutes you saw Hyunjin flinch and Chan whispering something and you smiled secretly. You shook your head and tried to focus again but you felt a poke on your side. Luckily there was your belt where Hyunjin poked at so you only flinched a little bit and tried to hold back your smile. But of course he noticed and decided to try it again. This time his pen was meeting your ribs.

You flinched again, harder this time and tried hard to not let out a shriek. Your face was burning and you turned it away from him so he could not see it. As your face colour got normal, you glared at him. "Hyunjin! Lemme work, I can't concentrate thanks to you!" You whispered but he only smirked, just nodding. You tried to solve the next exercise at the sheet while he was acting like he was focusing too.

A few minutes after that he suddenly started sqeezing your side softly and you did your best not to laugh out loudly. You tried to grab his wrists but guess what, Hyunjin was too fast and too strong so he just continued. So you gave up on fighting back and concentrated to keep your laugher silent. "Aww can't you stand a few tickles, Y/nah~" You shook your head, laughing and blushing like crazy. You were squirming like a worm and everybody in your class looked at you two at least once, smiling in amusement. Hyunjin was very amused too. And you actually too, you were just too busy keeping your laugher silent.

Then he moved down to your hips and tried to dug his fingers in there but luckily you were wearing an oversized hoodie and a long Jeans so you were protected enough to finally fight back. And you did, you managed to protect your body and the torture stopped. But not for long.He put a hand down on your leg and your eyes widened as he started squeezing your knee. Bad decision of him. You were extremely sensitive on your knee so you Just screamed "HYUNJIN" and managed to be silent again. He instantly stopped as you screamed and you glared at him again, smiling but angry, and pulled your chair away from him but near to F/n. Hyunjin looked kinda surprised, kinda amused, kinda evil, kinda worried and kinda sorry.

But the teacher was not amused at all. "Y/n you will get an extra work for screaming randomly and disturbing your whole class" She said and you went to her to get your extra work. You were extremely disapointed by this experience and Hyunjin saw this and told the teacher that he made you scream and got an extra work too, but it was not as long as yours. You wondered why he did this since he could have done nothing for this. But the rest of the lesson he let you work in peace and after the lesson you all walked into your classroom because you had a history lesson now. After this lesson you had lunch break. Finally!

You went to Hyunjin to complain about him t-wording you. " why did you have to do this to me?! I'm in big trouble now bcz I can't tell my parents why I received the extra work." You told him with an angry sound in your voice. "I'm sorry! I didn't know! I didn't want to cause you in Trouble...But the boys told me! No my fault! And don't you even try to say you didn't enjoyed it! " He answered and you blushed at the last sentence. He smirked and formed His fingers like claws and wiggled them. Your eyes widened and you turned around and ran but he was so fast he that he easily catched you and hugged you from behind. Without torturing you again. "I'm really sorry" He apologized and you blushed but smiled and accepted his apologise.

After that you went back to your friends to eat and when you were ready you went to your male friends to complain. " Yahh! Why did you tell Hyunjin to t-word me?" you asked. Hans eyes widened surprised. " We didn't! I swear we didn't!!!" He said and you saw that he was really surprised. " Yeah we didn't!" Chan said. Lino nodded. "Ahh wait I remember something... Lino poke me out of all sudden and said 'pass along'. So I did and poke Chan and he poke Hyunjin. And said the same..." Han looked very sorry. Chan too..." Yeah I thought he wouldn't do it... But we didn't told him to tickle you like that! I swear!" You knew they were honest so you smiled and it grew wider as Lino apologied too. " Yeah I am sorry for starting this Sweetie".Han pulled you in his arms and Lino joined your hug. Chan too.

And soon you heard Hyunjins voice from behind shouting "Group cuddles! Wait for meee"...

~END~

A/n: this story is based on a irl story but not that exactly. I'm not going to blog it here bcz it is quite boring bcz hey it's my life... If you want to hear is just ask but i don't think so so I hope you at least enjoyed the fanfiction, even if it wasn't that good.

[skzdiary]

~Don’t be shy hyung~

lee!minho | ler!hyunjin

tw: tank top, tickle fic, feel free to scroll if this is not your cup of tea! ☕️

it was in the late afternoon and hyunjin was at his dorm, he felt in the mood to do some art. He happily got out all of his art supplies: paint brushes, acrylic paint, newspaper, etc. The dancer was thinking of painting something linked to nature. After a while he decided that he was gonna paint a blossom tree. Knowing how forgetful he is, he didn’t know where his canvas was. He looked everywhere, in the bedroom, the lounge, the garden; he couldn’t find it anywhere.

“Ugh, where is it!” hyunjin shouted in anger as he couldn’t find it. “I could have sworn I saw it earlier!”

“what you doing, jinnie?” Lee know walked into the room seeing his hyung stressed. He could see the frustration in his eyes. The dancer used his canvas the majority of his time, it was really precious to him.

“Oh you’re looking for your canvas? Is there anything I can do to help, hyung?” Lee know walked towards his hyunjin when he looked him directly in his eyes and smirked.

“Nah it’s okay. Sit down, I’ll give you a massage instead!” the rapper dragged the poor quokka down onto the couch where all his art supplies were.

“Wait! H-hold on! Why me? Can’t y-you do someone else?” the older whined because he didn’t want to be painted on, or because he had a secret he didn’t want him to find out...

“Oh, stop whining, it’s relaxing. You’ll just fall asleep” jinnie laughed as he looked at the rabbit sighing. “It wont take long, just lie down for me, will you?”

“Hyung! ugh…fine” the vocalist took off his sweater - he had a tank top on - and closed his eyes; let him sit on his back and begin massaging him. Hyunjin went for his shoulders first. The cat started to jolt a bit when the younger got near to his left side.

“Jeez, caha you keheep still? You’re moving soho much!” hyunjin warmly laughed as minho was trying his best not to move and to let out his laugh.

“y-yeh wehell its kihinda hard.” The older mumbled giggling a bit which caught the attention of jinnie. “Im t-trying my behest!”

“hang on, are you…ticklish?” Lee know dreaded for this moment to come. He hurried his head into his hands. Jinnie couldn’t find out he was ticklish, he’s one of the biggest lers in the group! “Lino…are you ignoring me?” The rapper poked the vocalists side which let out a little cute squeal.

“hyunjin-AH, I’m not tick-LISH.” hyunjin laughed as he started to jab him hardly all over his sides and the older started to shout.

“PLEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOP, NOHOho MOHOhore i sahahaid.” he couldn’t turn around to grab ahold of the rappers wrists because he was stuck with jinnie sitting in his back. All he could do is laugh and beg for him to stop. He throw his face into the pillow on the couch and laughed hysterically.

“Are you ticklish anywhere else, kitty?~” hyunjin teased him which made him blush. No one usually makes him blush.

“Why would I tehell yohohou?”

“Because otherwise this will happen…” he lightly touched where his neck was exposed. “Will you let me tickle you here? Or are you going to resist and I’ll have to torture you?”

The rabbits eyes lit up with terror as his neck was really sensitive. But he didn’t want to be tortured so he let the younger do what he wanted to do. “Ugh! Your so annoying, fine…just don’t over do it! You know how sensitive I am..” the ferret lingered a smile on his face and started.

He really, really slowly tickled his neck and the older groaned. The younger was getting bored of his hyung staying silent so he did something which would hopefully make the vocalist non-silent. He used his fingers and stroked up and down his sides which gave the older goosebumps and made him giggle a bit.

“mhmhmhmhmhm, whahat are yohou do-doing?” lee know tried to obtain his giggles as the tickle sensations were overcoming his sides.

“Is there anything you’d like to say, hyung?” Hyunjin teased him again

“justdontgotomyunderarms itsmyworstspot-“

the rabbit blurted out without realizing what was going to happen next. The dancer had an idea. he spider crawled up his hyungs sides and used both his index and middle fingers and began to quickly massage his underarms. Lee know gripped the head bar tightly and started to laugh hysterically.

“Plehehehease, quhihihihit it. Ihihihits soho bahahahad!”~

“Your the one who can take your arms down off the bar and protect yourself but your not.” Jinnie wheezed at him which made lee know laugh louder.

“DOHOHONT LAUGH LIHIHIKE THAT. IT M-MAKES THE TIHIHICKINGWOHOHORSE.” hyunjin thought to himself that his hyung was being weird that he didn’t protect himself whilst he was attacking him. Surely he didn’t…enjoy being tickled? The ferret decided to stop and lino a question whilst he heavily panted.

“Hyung? Do you enjoy being tickled?” he asked vaguely

“Uhm… I don’t know..?” he said quietly and cutely.

“Don’t be shy hyung! If you do it’s not a big deal!” the rapper confidently spat out as if hopefully he would get an answer.

“okay.. yeah. I’ll admit it..I do…, also - can I turn to my back? My neck hurts.” jinnie got off of him and then quickly sat back on top of his stomach which made his hyung nervous again. He pinned his arms above his head but wasn’t going to do anything, he just wanted to tease his hyung.

“Don’t you think about it- HWANG HYUNJIN, IM TELLING YOHOHO RIGHT NOW DOHOHONT.” the kitty started laughing shouting which made hyunjin too weak from laughing to have the strength to keep Lino pinned down. “Dohohont tease me like thahat!” He started to drill his hands into his torso.

“WAIHIHIHIHIT IM SOHOHOHOHORY, HYUHUHUHUNG.” and so the war was on…

[minnielvrr]

Skz at Hogwarts- Part 1

Lee: Seungmin Ler: Han Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: kinda intense tickles for Minnie~🤭😋hope you enjoy!🥰💞

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

@jungwon-is-the-one, @reginald-stay09

Thinking about how Skz would be at Hogwarts. Chan and Seungmin in Slytherin, Lino, Hyunjin, Changbin and Han in Gryffindor, Innie in Ravenclaw and Felix in Hufflepuff.

The reunion of childhood friends should have been a warm, nostalgic moment, but for Chan and Seungmin, it became an opportunity for mischief.

The pair took every chance to use their Slytherin cunning to annoy the rest of the group.

Just minor inconveniences, turning their stationary into bugs (that one always had Han and Hyunjin screeching in the middle of the night).

He enchanted Changbin’s mirror so it would distort his figure into all manner of funny poses —one moment Binnie's head would be the size of a pumpkin, the next, his legs stretched like vines.

Turned Jeongin’s hair a hideous shade of pink for a whole week (it had infuriated the youngest).

And gave Minho cat ears for a day (he threatened to hex Seungmin if he didn’t get it off him). The list was endless. And he'd kept this up for a whole semester.

But eventually it came to bite him in the ass when Han and Hyunjin, stumbled upon a rather...unique spell book on one of their excursions around the castle.

They brought it back to the Gryffindor common room and the four poured over it.

There were all sorts of spells for all manner of purposes but a couple of them were much more interesting than the rest.

Smug smiles bloomed on their faces. After 6 months of being basically terrorized (not really), they could taste the sweet taste of revenge on the tip of their tongue.

"Anyone know if the puppy's ticklish?" Hyunjin's eager voice sparked a heated debate, with the group exchanging playful theories about Seungmin’s sensitivity, but eventually, the debate ended with one clear decision: they'd take turns, and Han, ever eager for mischief, would go first.

“Minnie’s been far too bold with his pranks recently. I say we go all out on him, teach him not to mess with us!” Han proposed.

Hyunjin was grinning at how easily the tables had turned. "I want to see him squeal. I’m betting he’ll beg within two minutes."

Han laughed at that. “Two? No way, you’re being too generous. All I need to do is to find his death spot. I know he has one.”

With the plan set and excitement bubbling, Han’s gaze turned mischievous. He wasted no time, his eyes glinting as he set off to find his unsuspecting target.

Feigning nonchalance, he approached Seungmin with a casual air. "Hey Minnie, Lix just baked a new batch of brownies. Everyone’s in our common room, come on!”

Seungmin, always eager for Lixie's treats, didn’t suspect a thing. He bounded towards the Gryffindor common room, oblivious to the setup awaiting him.

As the puppy entered, a devious grin spread across Han’s face. The moment the door closed behind Seungmin; Han’s intentions were clear.

He watched in amusement as Seungmin’s excitement turn into wide-eyed surprise. The room being empty short for the two of them.

“H-Han where’s everyone else? You—NO!” He yelped when Han swished his wand, making Seungmin’s wand fly out of his hands and his knees to buckle until he collapsed on the floor in a heap.

And then there were scribbling hands and nails clawing all over his sensitive spots, sending little shockwaves that had the little prankster squealing.

“Whahahaht ahahare youhu dohohohing?! Nahahahaha whyhyhy mehehe?”

A sadistic smile lit up Han's face, as Seungmin’s bright giggles quickly filled the room as Han expertly worked his wand, making the cheeky little puppy writhe and beg through hysterical laughter.

He mentally cursed himself for not seeing through Han’s trap.

“Coochie coochie coo Seungminie~” Han teased, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. “What's wrong? Can’t think of anything smart to say?”

Seungmin let out a breathless, wheezing laugh, managing to choke out between fits of giggles: "I... Ihihi'll geHEHET yohuu... back for... thiHIHIs!"

Han’s smirk grew wider and he directed his wand to the younger’s navel. Seungmin’s hands flew to his belly, fingers twitching helplessly as if trying to grasp the phantom feathers.

His legs kicked wildly, shoes thudding against the wooden floor, eyes watering and a wide smile painting his flushed cheeks.

It felt like dozens of phantom feathers were sweeping over his skin, tracing his ribs, swirling around his belly button, making him squirm helplessly.

The harder he fought, the more intense the tickling grew, as if the magic was reading his resistance.

“Hahahahahahan hyuhuhuhung nohohoho noHOT THEHEHEHERE!! SHIHIT!”

Han's eyes lit up with fascination as he guided the wand, watching the way Seungmin's body jerked and writhed under the spell.

The closer he pointed toward Seungmin’s belly, the more frenzied the laughter became.

To test this theory, Han pointed the wand at the puppy's sides, observing the way his laughter died down to bubbly giggles.

Han’s grin widened. ‘Interesting...’ he muttered to himself, inching the wand closer to Seungmin’s navel, eager to see just how much more the younger boy could take.

It was as though every nerve in his body was on fire, sending him into fits of frantic, uncontrollable giggles.

Han couldn’t help but smirk, relishing every breathless laugh that escaped Seungmin.

He marveled at how effective the spell was, mentally filing away its details for future pranks.

Maybe he’d use it on Minho next time—or better yet, use it with a levitation spell and watch Hyunjin float helplessly, laughing his head off mid-air. The thought almost made him laugh out loud.

“gohohohods thihis ihis tohohorture ahAHAHAHA!! Hannihihie! hyuhuhung! nohohoHOH—AHH!!”

A burning curiosity propelled Han to point his wand around where he assumed the puppy like boy's navel was. He was immediately rewarded with the loudest laughter he'd heard yet.

It felt like Minho’s electric toothbrush had come to life, buzzing mercilessly around his navel, it wasn't a feeling he'd experienced in years.

No matter how tightly Seungmin clamped his hands over the spot, the relentless ticklish sensations seemed to slip right through, making him writhe and scream with laughter.

"PLEHEHEHEHEASE PLEHEASE HAN I CAHAHAHAN'T AHAHAHAHAHA FAHAHAHA—"

Seungmin went ballistic, scream laughs echoing off the walls as his flailing grew weaker and more desperate.

"Should have considered that when you decided to pester me all semester hm? What, you aren't even gonna apologize to me yet you expect mercy?"

The poor boy couldn't even form words at this point, fragments of speech getting jumbled amongst long bouts of laughter. Seeing how desperate he was, Han decided to slow down.

He moved the top of the wand over to the boy’s neck, watching in fascination as the first tears escaped.

As Seungmin lay writhing on the floor, Han’s relentless tickling spell leaving him in a fit of helpless laughter, the door to the Gryffindor common room creaked open.

Changbin, drawn by the sounds of the chaos, peeked his head in. A slow grin spread across his face as he took in the scene: Seungmin’s desperate kicks, flushed face, and the bright squeals escaping his lips.

"Ah, Seungmin-ah, you look like you're having so much fun," Changbin drawled, stepping fully into the room and leaning against the wall.

His smirk grew as Seungmin glared weakly at him through watery eyes. "Maybe we should invite Professor McGonagall to watch."

"NO! Ahahahare youhu ihihinsAHAHAne?! GeHEHEt lohohost, youhUHU IDIHIHIOT!!" Seungmin cried, his voice strained with laughter, his legs still kicking helplessly as Han’s spell refused to relent.

The tickles came about in waves as the older toyed with him, twirling his wand lazily, almost as though he were bored.

Hyunjin followed behind Changbin, arms crossed and shaking his head in mock pity.

"We should have recorded this," he taunted, chuckling as he observed Seungmin’s feeble attempts to fend off Han’s magic. "Puppy’s first Hogwarts meltdown."

"ShuHUHUhut... HAHAHAHA... uhup!" Seungmin wheezed between giggles, but the boys only laughed harder.

Dissolving into incoherence, his laughter ringing through the Gryffindor common room.

“ahaHAHAHAHA SAHAHA—sorry iHI’M soHOHOrry!! nahAHAHAHA PLEHEASE!!”

“Sorry won’t cut it Seungmin-ah. I want to see you suffer~” Han flicked the wand, upping the intensity of the tickles, relishing in the way Minnie’s body shook with laughter.

He couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if they all cast the same magic on the pup, seeing how much his single spell was already affecting him...maybe the boy actually wouldn't survive. It would probably be torture.

Not entirely undeserving though it might cross some lines. So, for now, it was off the table.

Instead, he turned his attention back to the cackling mess on the floor, reveling in the teary pleas he got and after 20 straight minutes of it, he let up.

Seungmin slumped to the floor, his body trembling from the lingering ticklish sensations.

Gasping for air, he shot a weak, watery glare at Han, cheeks burning red from embarrassment.

The sight pulled a genuine laugh out of Han. Seungmin looked adorable like this; messy hair, crooked glasses, flushed cheeks and nothing sarcastic to say for once.

“What’re you laughing at?” Seungmin grumbled, his voice cracking embarrassingly, which only made him blush harder.

Han only laughed louder at that, moving to help him up and fetch some water. "Here, drink this. It'll make your throat feel better."

Seungmin reluctantly accepted the bottle, a sulky 'thanks' leaving his lips as he turned away from Han.

"Wow you are crazy sensitive. I tried this spell on a friend of mine (poor unwilling Minho) but even he didn't laugh as loud as you did. Must be a special talent of yours."

Seungmin choked at the words, folding over as coughs wracked his body. "Shut the hell up!" He yelled, throwing the now empty bottle at Han before picking up his wand and running off, leaving the older smirking after him.

Han had already cast a tiny spell on him, and as Seungmin stumbled and wiggled down the hallway, he couldn’t help the sudden bursts of laughter that escaped.

His legs buckled mid-step, sending him tripping and giggling as he shot Han a glare over his shoulder, the sound of his helpless giggles echoing down the hallway.

‘I hate you’ mouthed, eyes widening when Han quirked a brow and raised his wand again. Seungmin poked his tongue out, his frown dissolving into a smile as another burst set of at his neck.

All day long, the spell kept Minnie on edge, sending bursts of ticklish sensations at the worst possible moments, ensuring Seungmin’s day was filled with giggles—much to Han’s (and the other victims of Seungmin’s) amusement.

Suddenly their shared classes didn’t seem all that bad—especially when Seungmin had to read aloud in Charms class.

The professor, oblivious to the subtle flicks of Han’s wand, watched in confusion as Seungmin’s voice wavered between his words, muted squeals mixing with his words as his body wriggled uncontrollably.

The classroom erupted in laughter as the poor puppy tried, and failed, to hide his giggles while attempting  the simplest spell.

Even Hyunjin, who had initially been on the fence about the spell, couldn’t suppress his grin as Seungmin let out another helpless shriek.

"This is better than Quidditch," he muttered, earning a snort from Changbin.

[pesquisaliteraria]

Literatura Brasileira - Se aprender ler literatura lendo!

Síndrome Facebookiana - Conto curto.

Fui procurar um psiquiatra, era a primeira vez que eu aceitava uma sugestão tão vexatória...  Ao chegar à sala de recepção impressionou-me o tom pastel da parede mostarda claro, a música ambiente e a calma inspirada pelo local. De cara percebi na parede réplica de um quadro de Diego Rivera e outra de Hieronymus Bosch,  que me diziam, por dedução, que os psiquiatras eram PT.  Os direitistas preferem os clássicos renascentistas ou barroco, de preferência Velázquez . Os radicais de esquerda dão preferência a Miró, Dali, Van Gogh e Picasso. Após deleitar-me com as obras de arte caminhei até a recepcionista que me perguntou se era minha primeira consulta. Respondi que sim. Ela digitou algo no notebook e Dr. Eugenio Lino apareceu na recepção para indicar-me sua colega, Dr. Nadia.  Alegou ser melhor eu ser analisado por uma mulher. Coisa de Freud. Ótimo, pensei. Esta minha síndrome é coisa moderna e uma mulher poderá me entender melhor. 

Entrei no consultório e sentei-me na poltrona de frente para bela recepcionista onde pude ver a cor da calcinha, cor-de-rosa, quando ela cruzou as pernas. A bela ruiva me ofereceu um café. Eu aceitei. Propus adoçante, caso fosse sem aspartame, e disse: “melhor ainda com leite”. Ela disse “tem”. Em seguida se levantou e entrou num compartimento separado por um biombo e retornou com o menorzinho numa bandeja em pires e xícara de porcelana branca. Peguei-o da bandeja e pude notar, quando ela se abaixou para me servir, um belo par de seios quase fugindo ao sutiã também cor-de-rosa.  Perguntei ansioso se seria logo atendido, ela apontou para um pequeno lustre, preso ao lado de uma das portas, aceso em vermelho. Depois me disse: “quando ficar verde o senhor poderá entrar”. Não conseguia parar de olhar para recepcionista que, após levar de volta a bandeja, sentou-se e continuou digitando algo em seu aparelho. Tentei puxar assunto e perguntei a ela o nome. Ela respondeu “Ângela” sem retirar os olhos do livro eletrônico. Bebi o café lentamente mirando ora as belas pernas de Ângela, ora a luz insistentemente vermelha. Após beber o café, para não incomodá-la, levantei e levei os utensílios para trás do biombo colocando-os sobre a bandeja. Quando retornava a poltrona à luz miraculosamente esverdeou e abrindo a maçaneta entrei. 

Na sala uma mulata, deslumbrante, sentada numa poltrona de encosto alto apontou o divã, branco, e disse: “sente-se e relaxe”. Sentei-me como se sentasse numa cadeira. Ela perguntou se eu não queria me deitar eu respondi não. Ela não insistiu. Com uma voz suave perguntou qual meu desconforto. Disse: doutora, eu não consigo parar de curtir. Ela olhou-me meio sem entender a frase e perguntou. Como assim. Eu repeti. Não consigo parar de curtir, estou curtindo até foto de bolo. Ela ainda sem entender me sugeriu: “vamos por partes”. Desde quando o senhor curte. 

Respirei fundo e resolvi deitar no divã. Fechei os olhos, e disse: Tudo culpa de Guiga. Sim. Culpa de Guiga. Ela intercedeu. “Quem é Guiga?”, Respondi: é meu irmão. E expliquei: Eu vivia bem até Guiga me presentear com um microcomputador e me fazer criar um perfil no Facebook. 

Sim. Disse ela, curiosa: “continue”. Eu continuei. De início, doutora, eu só curtia postagens de relevância, postagens que me tocavam na profundeza da alma. Coisas como uma pintura de Dali, uma música do Djavan, às vezes, quase a contra gosto, curtia uma foto com dizeres de autoajuda. Mas, aos poucos, fui cedendo à tentação e iniciei a cutucar de volta quem me cutucava. Fui aderindo os amigos que me solicitavam, e comecei a compartilhar também. Não demorou e eu me metia nos mais diferentes assuntos. Comecei a comentar, indiscriminadamente, sobre qualquer tema. Cheguei ao cúmulo de não acreditar que a direita golpista usara o mensalão, não como um artifício político-eleitoral, e sim, que fora usado como uma conspiração para volta da ditadura militar no Brasil e que eles queriam dar um golpe de estado para derrubar o PT... 

“Calma, Sr. Ricardo.” Ponderou a doutora.  Balançando, involuntária e insistentemente a perna e repetindo estou calmo, estou calmo... eu conclui... mas isso não é o pior, doutora. Hoje me peguei desejando parabéns para o aniversário de uma confeitaria, e, no sábado passado, atendendo apelo insistente de meu filho fomos à praia. Lá, por um desses inexplicável mistério da vida, fui cantado por uma deslumbrante jovem. Só que, ao invés de sair com ela ou pedir o telefone perguntei se ela me aderiria no facebook. 

 A doutora, sem pestanejar, perguntou-me: “posso acessar sua página?” Imaginando que ela me analisaria, dei meus dados do facebook e descobri que ela também era minha amiga virtual. 

Ela veio até onde eu estava deitado, olhou-me nervosa, me segurou pelos cabelos e batendo violentamente minha cabeça contra o divã gritou: VOCÊ  CURTE QUALQUER PORCARIA, SÓ AS MINHAS POSTAGENS VOCÊ  NÃO CURTE... POR QUE VOCÊ SE NEGA A CURTIR MINHAS POSTAGENS... POR QUÊ?!...  

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

𝙟𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙖 — 𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙚:

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𝙖/𝙣: HIHIHI im posting during hiatus wow

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𝒍𝒆𝒆: jisung, chan, seungmin

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

“I got a brand new Jenga set!” Jisung yelled happily, showcasing his new set to all the others. 

“Ooh, let’s have some fun!” Chan exclaimed, gathering all the members and sitting in a circle. 

“Wait wait wait! As your resident ler, I say we make this a game.” Lee Know interjected. Everyone leaned in to listen. 

“We write a sensitive spot on the Jenga block and a random amount of time. Then whoever pulls the block has to suffer through that.” Minho explained, and everyone nodded hesitantly. “We’ll do three rounds.”

“Wait. What happens if we knock the thing over?” Changbin paused. 

Seungmin interjected. “Everyone. At once. Worst spot. Five minutes.”

Everyone gasped at that, some complaining that there was no way they were gonna survive through that.

“Deal.” Minho interrupted. 

The members grumbled nervously as they grabbed their markers.

“Two blocks for each person. We’ll leave the rest blank to give everyone a fighting chance.” The dancer reassured, and once everyone understood, he evenly distributed the small wooden tiles. 

Even though Jisung was slightly upset with the fact that they had to write on his new Jenga set, he had to admit, he was quite excited about the new version of this game. 

‘Especially if it gets me wrecked.’ He thought with a grin. 

Minho gathered them all once everyone had written down the information, and he set up the blocks while trying as hard as he could not to look at whatever was written on them, or where they were placed. 

“Okay. Let’s start.” Lino could feel his heart pounding in his chest. 

As they had previously agreed to go from youngest to oldest for once, Jeongin reached for a tile in the center, pulling it out with a nervous grin and a wince. 

Nothing. Innie breathed out a sigh of relief, relaxing as everyone groaned in disappointment. 

Seungmin grabbed the tile right next to Innie’s, leaving the whole structure balancing on one tile. 

Felix gasped as Seungmin grinned evilly at him. The puppy looked down at the tile, and everyone held their breath in anticipation. 

“No!” Minnie gasped, and when Chan took a look at his tile, he burst into loud cackles. 

“I was hoping you’d get that one! I wrote it!” Channie clapped, and Seungmin showed the others indignantly. 

‘Belly button for two minutes.’ 

The entire group roared with laughter, Hyunjin clapping ecsatically as Seungmin whined in agony. 

“Well, well. Get down.” Chan ordered, and Seungmjn reluctantly laid on his back and stared up at the older in embarrassment. 

“You don’t have to do this!” Seungmin whined, and Chan smirked at him. 

“Trust me. I want to.” The leader pinned the puppy’s arms above his head and leaned towards his stomach. 

“Hyung…please d-OOOONT! WAHAHAHAIT STAHAHAHAHAP!” Seungmin screamed as Chan’s lips met his belly button, blowing as if he’d done it a million times before. He probably had, though. 

The older only continued to take deep breaths and blow into the boy’s belly button. Seungmin looked his he was going insane, arching his back and cackling wildly, throwing his head in every direction. 

Most of the members cooed lovingly at the poor puppy, though Minho grinned silently. 

“HOW MUCH LONGER—AHAHAHAHAHA!” Minnie begged and pleaded, even though he knew the eldest wouldn’t stop. 

Even then, he didn’t exactly hate it, either. 

“Thirty seconds!” Felix called out, staring at the timer. 

“I CAHAHANT I REAHALLY CAHAHAHAHAHANT—!” Seungmin babbled, more loud screams ripping from his throat as Chan nibbled gently at the area. 

“He’s wayyy too sensitive.” Changbin giggled, though Seungmin couldn’t even retort, only resorting to loud laughter. 

“Okay okay! You’re done. Hyung, let up!” Felix had to practically pry the eldest off of the giggly vocalist, who lay there for a few seconds to catch his breath. 

“Two minutes was way too long!” He yelled out, and Chan began to defend himself. 

“Let’s just continue!” Jeongin rubbed his hands together, the tower on the verge of falling over. 

Felix pulled one out easily, looking at the blank tile before grinning and showing everyone.

Jisung prayed and prayed. ‘please have something written please have something written please—‘

He pulled a tile out, eyes widening when the tower rocked dangerously. Hannie had a sudden urge to knock it over anyway.  

He glanced at the tile and his heart soared as he noticed words on it. 

Jisung recognized the handwriting immediately and he suppressed a grin. 

Everyone waited in suspense as he read the writing. 

“Really, Minho hyung!?” Jisung showed him the tile with a smile he couldn’t hide even if he wanted to.

‘Waist for 12345 minutes’

Everyone burst out into loud laughter and applause, Minho flushing a bright pink. 

“You want my waist for that long?” Jisung asked, grinning teasingly even though he was incredibly flustered on the inside. 

Meanwhile, Minho was happily nodding at the thought of getting his hands on the younger’s oh so sensitive torso. 

“How about we keep it to five minutes?” Chan chuckled nervously. “I’d like to keep my kids alive, please.”

Once they had come to an agreement, Jisung had adjusted himself, managing to convince Changbin to hold his arms up so he didn’t accidentally punch Minho across the face through the intense sensations he was gonna feel later. 

Lino cracked his knuckles, slipping them up Hannie’s shirt and tapping his waist lightly as Felix set the timer. 

“W-Wait! You can’t do it bare!” Han protested, and Lee Know raised one eyebrow. 

“And why can’t I? I get to choose how I do ‘it’, thank you very much.” He spoke matter of factly. 

Jisujg squeezed his eyes shut, his cheeks flushing a bright pink in embarrassment and a small smile making its way onto his face involuntarily. 

Minho grinned before receiving the thumbs up from Felix, prompting him to suddenly switch directions completely. 

One hand pressing into the quokka’s ribs to hold him down, Lino used his other hand to absolutely destroy the younger’s sensitive skin with the other. 

He scribbled and pinched and squeezed at Hannie’s waist, pulling the loudest of laughter from the trapped ace underneath him. 

“AGHH IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES SO MUHUHUHUCH—!” Jisung squealed, boisterous cackles forcing their way one after another out of his throat. 

“It’s supposed to…” Lino deadpanned, making sure to keep a neutral expression on his face as he continued to torture Jisung’s waist. He knew how to push the quokka’s buttons. 

“HYUHUHUHUHUNG HYUNG SLOHOHOHOW DOHOHOHOWN!” Hannie shrieked, arching his back when the older found a sensitive spot on his side. 

“No, I only get five minutes of this!”

“THAHAT’S MOHORE THAHAN ENOUGH!” Jisung screamed, twisting away from the dancer’s fingers as they torturously scribbled and scratched the hypersensitive skin on his waist. 

“Not for me!” Minho retorted, not letting up for even a second, keeping the quokka in constant hysterics. 

“Two minutes left!” Felix called after a few minutes, and everyone smiled widely at Jisung, whose tears had begun to well up in his eyes. 

“NAHAHAHAHA! DOHON-NOOOHOHOHOHO!” Jisung could barely form coherent words. 

“OKAHAHAY OKAY OKAY! IHI CAHAHAHAN’T AHAHANYMOHOHOHOREEE!” Jisung begged, squeezing his eyes shut and smiling nice and wide. 

“Thirty seconds, please, you can do it!” Lino didn’t want to finish off yet. 

“FAHAHAHAHINE!” Hannie spat out, helplessly babbling and emmitting ear piercing, out of breath screams. 

Then the timer cut off all their fun. 

Minho immediately climbed off of Jisung , and Changbin let go of the giggly boy’s arms. 

“ahahah…” Jisung panted, and Minho comfortingly rubbed at his waist to calm him down. 

“You did so well, yeah? Hyung’s proud, kay?” Lino mumbled into the younger’s ear, and Jisung whined a little before smiling softly.

“It’s Hyunjin’s turn!” Jeongin called out. 

Hyunjin gulped nervously and pulled a tile out. Breathing a dramatic sigh of relief when it was empty, he almost knocked the tower over himself. 

Changbin grabbed one himself, then Minho. 

Nothing. 

Chan pulled a tile out and let out a loud scream of surprise, startling everyone in the room. 

‘Thighs for three minutes’

“I can’t! I really can’t…who wrote this?” Chan freaked out, and he freaked out more when Changbin raised his hand. 

Not even twenty seconds later, the rapper had Minho and Jeongin each holding one leg apart, and Changbin’s fingers were poised above the area. 

What made it even worse was the fact that Chan had decided to wear a pair of shorts, exposing the soft, sensitive skin. 

“Oh god…” Chan whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head back, biting his lip in anticipation. 

Changbin smiled wickedly at the leader. Felix signalled him to start. 

What happened next can only be described as chaos. 

Changbin’s fingers attached to the inner part of Chan’s thighs, scribbling torturously up and down the skin. 

Chan let out a loud “AGH—!”, sealing his lips as much as possible before desperately throwing his head back again. 

Changbin switched tactics and began squeezing the doughy skin, and Chan immediately screamed and broke out into loud, boisterous laughter. 

“NO—NOHOHOHOHOHO!” The leader tried desperately to pull his legs together, but the two boys holding them apart kept their grip steady. 

“I CAHAHAHAHANT—CHAHAHAHANGBIHIN!” Channie shrieked, biting his lip and twisting his upper body wildly. 

“But hyung, you sound so cute!” Changbin started. “Look, there’s your dimple!” He pointed it out. 

Chan only screamed more when the rapper’s fingers began pinching up and down the area. 

“WHO’D YOU THIHIHK WOHOULD LAST THREEHEHE MINUTES OF THIS?!” Chan wheezed as he tried to speak without laughing. 

“Eh. I was intending for this to go to Minho hyung, but either way, you’re just as sensitive here as he is.” Changbin said nonchalantly, not expecting to tease, but Chan’s face turned red anyway. 

“YOUHOHOHOURE MEA—HAHAHAHAHA!” 

“Oh? I can be very mean when I want to be.” Changbin responded, though slowing down when tears started to run down the older’s cheeks.

“Timer!” Felix yelled, and everyone let go of Chan, who immediately squeezed his legs together and wiped his tears. 

“You okay?” Changbin asked, quick to check up on their leader.  

“Yeah…yeahah…” 

Binnie climbed on top of the older and slumped against his body. 

“We finished a round!” Hyunjin realized. 

That means, it’s Jeongin’s turn next.