#squid games tickle

[someone1348]

It was long overdue...its time; I'm doing a squid games fic! I'm scared, but I'm posting it anyway! I've wanted to write for it for a while now, I just never had ideas or motivation! There's already so many great squid games writers, and I just am nervous!

Anyway!

The people in this: Ler!Jung-Bae, Lee!Dae-ho (naturally, I had to do them first!)

Tw: Anxiety, a little cursing, regardless this is a tickle fic, so if you don't like it, please keep scrolling! Thank you! :]

Also, squid games season 2 spoilers, so if you haven't watched it, I'd recommend watching it first!

With that being said enjoy!! <3

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Such a ticklish marine

They had just finished the six-legged pentathlon. Spirits were high for about five seconds before they heard the gunshots again from the other side of the room. Dae-ho squirmed back again, covering his ears. Heart racing as Jung-Bae put a hand to his shoulder. It was almost like it was second nature. Dae-ho definitely showed his love through physical touch, and Jung-Bae did, too, so it just worked. They mirrored each other perfectly. The older of the two really took Dae-ho in, especially after he found out he was also an ex-marine. The bond of marines is unbreakable, but with how big Jung-Bae's heart is, he saw Dae-ho like the son he never had. Even if he doesn't admit it out loud, his actions show everything.

So when he's freaking out, covering his ears, fidgeting, the whole nine yards, he clocked his ptsd pretty fast. It made his heart ache a little for the poor boy. He wanted to, no, needed to do something to help him out. Jung-Bae took a deep breath and walked behind him as they entered the main room. Several teams who made it already sitting on one of the bunks groupped together, naturally. They did the same, sitting down waiting now for dinner to be served. Dae-ho was fidgeting again with his hands, scanning the room as some of the teams gave their team ugly stares. Jung-Bae placed a gentle hand to his knee for support, to try and ground him so he knows that he's not alone. Dae-ho's shoulders jumped a little at the impact but relaxed when he realized it was just Jung-Bae.

"Don't worry about them... they're just greedy assholes. We won't let anything happen to you or anyone on our team." Jung-Bae said with a determined smile as Dae-ho nodded.

"Sir, yes, sir!" Dae-ho replied out of instinct as Jung-Bae giggled gently at this.

"Atta boy!" He gently squeezed Dae-ho's knee as his hearty laughter grew. Without having time to hold back a reaction, Dae-ho squeaked quietly, but it definitely caught Jung-Bae's attention. Even through his laughter, he definitely heard that correctly. Blinking gently, Jung-Bae looked up at the boy with curiosity. Dae-ho's eyes widened. He tried to keep a poker face, like nothing happened, but he was really bad at that. Jung-Bae and everyone around him could see right through him.

"Dae-ho...?" Jung-Bae said a slight tease in his voice.

Dae-ho gulped gently and blinked "Yes...Sir...?"

The nervous reaction sent Jung-Bae's smile into a wicked smirk. He scooted closer to the already anxious marine. Now his heart was racing again, not out of fear, though. It moved quickly knowing what was potentially about to happen. He has four older sisters. He knows a 'I'm gonna tickle you' look when he sees one!

"Don't tell me, you, a strong, brave, ex-marine is ticklish?" He teased him, obviously not talking down to him. Dae-ho knew this and was thankful that he didn't make fun of him for it. It was normal, nothing to be ashamed about. Dae-ho took a deep breath, not knowing how to respond. Jung-Bae just giggled.

"This is gold!" He seemed happier than ever at this newfound information. Was...was that it? Was he really not going to get tickled? Dae-ho was overthinking it before the gaurds called everyone to grab dinner. Snapping out of his thoughts, they all got in line to get their portion of the meals. It was barely anything. Every day, there was less. They did that on purpose, but hey, at least they were getting something to eat.

After getting his tin and water, Dae-ho sat back down in the same spot. Jung-Bae, however, moved up a step to sit next to Dae-ho. The younger looked at the older with wider eyes than normal. Jung-Bae didn't say anything he just opened his tin and started eating.

"What did you get?" The question made Dae-ho blink before he opened his tin.

"Um...the same thing as you, we all get the same thing, sir," he said matter-of-factly. Which again made Jung-Bae giggle. This man was just always full of laughter, even in a situation like this. Something that made Dae-ho admire him even further. The conversation fell silent again as they kept eating. Jung-Bae talking to Gi-Hun and the others before turning back to Dae-ho.

"So...where are you most ticklish?" He asked teasingly and excitedly.

Dae-ho nearly choked on his rice at the question. Coughing a little before regaining his senses, Jung-Bae laughed.

"You okay, soldier?"

Dae-ho nodded quickly. The older patted his shoulder again happily. Jung-Bae was doing all of this on purpose. Sure, he wanted to know this information, but he wanted to help, mostly. He thought that maybe tickling him could help get him distracted enough to calm his anxiety. It worked on Gi-Hun whenever he had nightmares as kids, so maybe it'll help Dae-ho, too. He needed to try regardless. If it doesn't work, he'll try something else. Jung-Bae smirked and went back to teasing.

"If you won't talk, that's fine, I'll figure it out one way or another," he hummed gently, running a hand down his spine. Dae-ho arched gently out of instinct and smiled. Good a smile, that's a start. He's not uncomfortable. That's all he wanted to make sure of first before he could do anything.

Once dinner was completed, Jung-Bae finally put his plan into action. Dae-ho tried to move away to throw his tin away, but Jung-Bae pulled him back.

"Ah ah ah... you can do that later! I wanna see what you can do, boy! You've impressed me a lot as of recently. Let's keep that streak up, sha'll we?" He hummed as Dae-ho raised an eyebrow.

"I'm honored, sir, but I'm not exactly following..." He said honestly as Jung-Bae's smirk returned.

"Don't laugh~" he teased. Without warning, he used both hands to gently squeeze at Dae-ho's sides. A loud shriek rang through the place, followed by laughter and Dae-ho rolling over, trying to escape him. If he started with any other spot, he would've been able to hold it in, but Jung-Bae had to get his worst spot first! On a total guess too! Not fair!

Jung-Bae giggled with him. "You didn't even last a second! Such a ticklish marine~" he teased again, stopping for a second so Dae-ho could catch his breath and sit up.

"That wasn't fair! I could've done better if you didn't go for-" he inhaled and bit his lip as Jung-Bae tickled his neck in retaliation for the attitude. This was so fun for him now.

"Ohhhh, there we go! You're lasting relatively well. Let's see how you pair up against two spots at once!" He cheered before using his other hand to skitter gently across his ribs. Dae-ho squirmed a little but kept his laughter back as best as he could.

"You can do it, Dae-ho!" He supported him while actively scribbling across his stomach to get to each side of his ribs. Back and forth, while his other hand still wiggled against the right side of Dae-ho's neck. It took 10 more seconds before Dae-ho burst out in giggles again. Lying on the steps to try and get away. Jung-Bae's hands followed his movements with a smile.

"Juhuhung-bahahae!! Sihihir! Please! Hahaha!" It was light airy giggles since Jung-Bae was being relatively nice about it, for now. The older marines heart practically melted into puddy at the sound.

"Please what Dae-ho? I can't understand you with all this laughter!" He pulled up his shirt a little, using both hands to now tickle his stomach, which got Dae-ho kicking now. His water bottle now knocked off the stairs. Thank God it was closed. But Young-il had to duck, moving out of the way of the water bottle and the pair.

"JUHuhUhung-BAHaEHe!" He laughed a little more as his hands held onto the others' wrists. The other laughed with him and continued to tease him. One finger finding it's way into his belly button. This caused Dae-ho to make a sound similar to a snort and laugh some more.

"You know I think this might be why you're not a marine anymore, you're an interrogation risk, one little tickle and you'd spill all the beans of our plans" he joked which made the other a little embarrassed. His ears were a little red as he kept laughing.

"HaHaHAHAHA!" He kept going. "I wOhoHould nEHeHeVer! BETraHAhay! My TeHEHEheam!" He tried to defend himself before Jung-Bae smirked. He knew that, duh, but that was still adorable. He liked it when he was laughing rather than panicking. It suited him.

"Tickle Tickle Tickle~" he teased more, moving up to gently tickle his underarms. Dae-ho slammed them down quickly, his laughter never subsiding as he squirmed around on the step.

"GEhehEt OhoHOUT oF tHEHehere!!" He shook his head no as Jung-Bae giggled.

"Oh? Do you want me to pick a different spot?" He asked gently as Dae-ho nodded frantically through his laughter. He soon regretted his decision as Jung-Bae's hands went from his underarms to his sides, squeezing the ex-marine's most ticklish spot with determination.

"AHAHAHAHA NOHOHO HAHAHAHA!" Dae-ho let out a bout of laughter mixed with some incoherent speech. His kicking increased ten-folds as well. He was a squirmer, that's for sure. Jung-Bae smiled and kept going.

"What's the matter soldier? Is it too ticklish for ya? Hmm? I'm gonna getcha!" He was deep into tickle monster mode now. There was no stopping Jung-Bae now. Dae-ho squeaked this time as he let himself laugh.

"IHIHHIT TIHIHIHICKLES! JUHUHUHUNG-BAHAEHE!" He threw his head back gently, laughing as his back arched into his hands out of instinct. This was amusing to Jung-Bae. So he was enjoying this, good!

"SHIHIHIT!-" He said, moving his body back to the floor. Jung-Bae smirked at this.

"Such fowl language for an ex-marine! Watch your tone, young man!" He smiled before blowing a raspberry into one of his sides, still tickling his other side with the other hand. He lost his mind.

"SIHIHIHIR! IHIM SOHOHORRY! MERCY PLEHEHEHEHEASE HAHAHA!" He asked for mercy. Jung-Bae gave him a few more scribbles before he finally stopped. Beaming, Jung-Bae sat back and watched Dae-ho catch his breath, giggles poking through every now and again.

"At ease, buddy"

"Thahank you...sir" he sat up gently as Jung-Bae patted his shoulder again. His duty was done. Mission completed.

"Dae-ho, don't worry about it, you aren't the only ticklish ex-marine around." Gi-Hun smirked as Jung-Bae gasped

"Gi-Hun!" He said, sounded offended even though he really wasn't. Dae-ho giggled at this and turned to Jung-Bae.

"I see..." he hummed teasingly

Like father like son.

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Thank you @sleepy--anon for pushing me further to write for squid games and giving me the duo idea! I hope I did the fandom/show justice!

-K :]

[ryoko-loves-roses]

looked better in my head..... ANYWAY -

[janthonyfell]

The fact that the guards (In-ho himself) shaved Gi-hun before putting him in the games is so intimate and personal and it's impossible to get it out of my head.

[secretly-tword-obsessed]

The Forbidden Topic

Hey gigglers!

This fic was requested by @ryoko-loves-roses who wanted lee Frontman and lee salesman. So I wrote for both of their ticklish asses!

Summary: The Frontman has some time off with his favorite employee. Unfortunately for him, a rather sensitive topic is raised.

Warning - their are discussions of Frontman x 456 in this

Warning - This is a TICKLE FIC

The Recruiter and his boss, Hwang In-Ho, were having a smoke outside a coffee shop. It was late at night and a rather deserted neighborhood, so they could talk shop without the fear of being heard.

They chatted about everything - from which players they thought would stay and leave after the first round, to which were the best at Dakji (the Recruiter had a lot of fun telling those stories), to joking about previous winners.

"Speaking of previous winners", the Salesman said, his usual stoic demeanor at the forefront, "I heard a rumor that you put player 456 back in the games".

In-Ho smirked, "Oh, I did yes. The idiot wanted to go back in. Apparently the guards found a tracker in his tooth - what a juvenile plan".

The Salesman chuckled, his white teeth gleaming, enjoying bonding over Gi-Hun's misfortune.

"I'll enjoy watching him this year", In-Ho continued, "Let's see what he does. Hell, he might even try to stage a coup".

The Salesman's smirk turned cheeky, "Yeah, you'll be keeping a close eye on him alright".

In-Ho growled. "What's that supposed to mean?", he asked, turning around to directly face his employee. Oh, he knew exactly what The Recruiter was alluding to, but he wouldn't admit it to save his life.

"Oh come on", The Recruiter said. He didn't say it in a playful way - he said it in his regular, relaxed tone - which had a hint of mischief at In-Ho's unfortunate expense.

"I'm talking about your obvious....crush on 456", he said slyly. This made the Frontman's face go red with furry, and perhaps a bit of embarassment.

"Okay, shut up right now or your fired", he groaned, trying to look as stern as he could. In his defense, it was hard to look stern when you were being teased about someone you were....interested in.

The Recruiter, knowing it was an empty threat, continued, "Is that why you've also decided to join the games as a player this year? You think you have a shot with the guy?"

Okay, that was it. The Recruiter had gone too far. He grabbed his shoulders, pushing him into the brick wall, his eyes bulging. Of course, the Recruiter maintained his calm demeaner, just smirking despite his situation.

He knew that In-Ho wouldn't actually attack him. They'd been friends before In-Ho had hired him, and there were times when they acted, let's just say, unprofessionally with each other. If their work wasn't so brutal, they could even have been referred to as 'best buddies'.

They stood like that for a few seconds - In-Ho pinning the Recruiter against the wall, breathing heavily, looking like he would strike at any second. The younger man decided to put his hands up in mock surrender, just to aggravate his boss even further.

Suddenly, a dark smile crept onto the Frontman's lips. The Recruiter, a little confused but not not showing it, asked - "What is it?"

"Ohh, nothing", In-Ho said with a sigh. The evil undertone of his voice did make the Recruiter, although he would never admit it, a little worried.

"It's just that, well, you've' lifted up your arms so....you've' pretty much decided my method of retaliation for me".

Before the Recruiter could respond, he felt ten digits digging into his sides, causing him to collapse forward with a whine. In-Ho chuckled as he stabilized the man, keeping him pinned so that he had proper access to that oh-so-sensitive torso.

"Nohohoho!", the man gasped - his normally cocky self completely thrown out the window by his ticklish nature.

"You deserve this", In-Ho continued, scratching at his sides more gently and slowly, before speeding up again - taking delight in the way his victim's laughter got louder and softer, up pitches and down pitches, depending on the exact movements of his attacker's fingers.

"Fuhuhuhuck yohohohou!", he laughed, thrashing to the side, trying to use his chest muscles to knock off the offending hands.

"Hey", In-Ho said innocently, "No need to use that language with me. That's hardly professional".

In-Ho's grin grew wider as he began to poke at his employee's ribs experimentally. The man gasped, before his laughter went squeaky and he began to flail his arms uselessly.

"Ooo, there it is!", In-Ho remarked with an accomplished smile, "There's that spot that always gets you".

The Recruiter was giggling and squealing to much to respond.

"You know", In-Ho added, beginning to have a bit too much fun watching this normally stoic man dissolve under his fingers , "It's quite dangerous to be this ticklish in a job like yours. What if the potential contestants use it against you, hmm?"

The Frontman's victim continued to laugh and thrash, those squeaks being so high pitched that they could have deafened a cat.

"I mean, couldn't they just get really fed up with you when they keep losing. What if they decide to smack you back, only to than realize that..."

In-Ho stopped, pausing his fingers. The Recruiter began to catch his breath, but before he could speak, he was interrupted.

"What if they realized that doing this would be much more effective?"

Before he could protest, In-Ho started squeezing the Recruiter's belly, making him scream.

"Wow, you lucky nobody's around. They'd think I was slaughtering a wild animal."

"NAHAHAHA - HAHHA - NOHOHO!", the Recruiter cried, flailing more desperately.

"Now do you regret that stupid little remark?", the Front man prompted, digging one of his hands around the man's navel, making him squeal before he continued to toss and turn.

"IHIHIHIHI - IHIHIHI..."

"Aww, are you too ticklish to respond?", In-Ho teased, his grin both wicked and sincere, "How adorable little buddy".

This went on for a few more seconds, before In-Ho could see tears streaming down the younger man's cheeks. Satisfied, the Frontman let up, stepping back and giving the Recruiter space to breathe.

The released man smashed his hand to his heart, breathing heavily, giggles still slipping from his lips.

"Hohoholly shit".

"You deserved that", In-Ho quickly responded.

"Yeheah, well, you deserve this!"

In an instant, the Recruiter had grabbed In-Ho's shoulders, turned him around and pinned him against that brick wall.

"Now", he said evilly, his smug smirk returning as he watched In-Ho's mild panic at realizing he was completely trapped, "Let's see if you can take what you dish out, hmm?"

The Recruiter raised his eyebrows as he started poking his right hand up and down Inho's side, and using his left hand to squeeze at that knee. The man snorted, before letting out a stream of cackles.

"Nohohoho!", he whined, his legs sinking but the Recruiter holding him up in place.

"What was that? No?", the Recruiter teased, taking the hand that was on his side and drilling a finger into the side of In-Ho's belly.

"Nahahaha! Quit ihihihit!"

"Wow", the Recruiter said, "You ticklish bastard. You have the audacity to ask me to stop?"

The assaulting fingers wiggled faster, moving to attack under their victim's arms. In-Ho let out another loud snort before his laughter became louder and his squirms more desperate.

"Okahahy! Okahahahy! Stahahawp!"

The Recruiter smiled to himself. Sure, his boss wasn't as ticklish as he was, but he was still pretty damn sensitive, and it gave him an excessive sense of satisfaction to get this revenge.

"Oooo, what if I told Mr 456 about this little weakness, hmm?", the Recruiter teased, knowing that there was nothing the Frontman could do to fight back.

In-Ho's cheeks went darker, his eyes flashing with a tint of anger that was completely undermined by his laughter "Shuhuhuhuhut uhuhuhuup!"

The recruiter chuckled again, "Your really in no position to be telling me to do anything. Wouldn't it be funny if that guy somehow found out that you can be taken down by a few fingers under your arms? Wouldn't that be cute. He would tickle you all night - you would keep up the other players with your laughter".

In-Ho was too flustered to respond. The Recruiter's idea sounded....nice...but no. He had a job to do.

Finally, the Recruiter ceased his attack, though he kept his victim pinned to the wall.

As the front man huffed and puffed, the Recruiter raised an eyebrow, making that expression he always did when he was challenging someone to a game.

"I'll only let you go if you swear not to get me back. Deal?"

In-Ho, completely resigned, let out a sigh "Okay, deal".

Man, what would Gi-Hun do if he found out?

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed! We never see these two together in the show so this is just how I'd imagine their dynamic is lol. Feel free to give feedback - my back is starving

[saturnzskyzz]

𝐿𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒

Lee: Thanos Ler! Nam-gyu

A/N: 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘬𝘵𝘰𝘬 (𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘬𝘵𝘰𝘬 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 😔) 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘕𝘢𝘮-𝘨𝘺𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘴'𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘰'𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘯𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘚𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 :]

Enjoy!

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In the ordinary life of the "Thanos world" as the rapper likes to call it; he and all that was rest of the players had successfully played another game to earn money. Thanos and Nam-gyu, who's always attached to the back of his leg, were chanting while skipping to their respected beds to chill.

"A SUCCESSFUL WIN!" Thanos shouted, while almost near their beds.

Nam-gyu smiled at the playfulness. He raised his fist to silently appluad their victory.

Now to their beds, with Thanos sitting on his, while Nam-gyu glued to his right side, but he didn't care. They were chilling while analyzing everyone else who looked distraught and panicked from major losses and just fear.

"What a bunch of sad souls." Nam-gyu said, putting on his fake empathy face. As he did, he turned to meet Thanos in the eyes, who also turned his head with a pretending saddened face. As they locked eyes, they couldn't help but giggle like a bunch of high school girls as they're way too high off their ass from the pills that Thanos liked to carry around.

"They'll get through it, bro. One way or another, that ihis." Thanos giggled, putting a hand on Nam-gyu's shoulder as leverage because, good god! The man was leaning almost off the bed to fall to his "death," he liked to imagine.

Nam-gyu glanced down at the hand, analyzing the tattoos that was on it. There was a black ring around his middle finger, as well as a very detailed tattoo right in the middle. He looked up at Thanos, and then back to the tattoos, until he realized that he had also had a line going straight down from his neck on the side. Of course, one could think to touch it.

As Thanos was still analyzing everyone else, he brought up his hand to trace from the top of his neck tattoo, following it down to where it met the jacket.

"AAH- watch it, man! What the fuck are you doing?" Thanos jolted, quickly looking at Nam-gyu who was just as shocked as he was. He covered the side of his neck while looking at him.

"Nah, I'm sorry dude. I just thought I'd look at your tattoo's." Nam-gyu said, talking with his hands- the same one that caused Thanos to scream.

"These tattoo's are AMAZING! got them done as quick as possible. You can look all you want. Go on!" he said, turning his head to the side to show his neck tattoo once more. This brought a smile on Nam-gyu's face.

"Woah, sick!" He said, reaching his hand once more to touch the tattoo again. Once more, Thanos screamed.

"H-HEY! no touching! Touching this one is off limits." Thanos demanded, pointing at his neck as he saw how Nam-gyu's shocked face go from a wicked smile.

"Oh really? Is the all legend, Thanos, sensitive on his neck?" Nam-gyu asked devilishly. As he said the word "sensitive" he used both hands to emphasize that word by wiggling them in the air, sending shivers down Thanos's spine.

"No way, bro! I'm too cool to be sensitive." Thanos explained, crossing his arms.

"Then show me!" Nam-gyu said suddenly, nodding his head.

"Show you what, boy?"

"Let me trace your neck tattoo. That'll prove that you aren't sensitive." Nam-gyu explained what he meant without giving away his evil smile.

"Why would I do that for?" Thanos may be high, but he was nervously high now. Why would he want him, the legend rapper, to prove that his neck isn't sensitive? Most specifically, ticklish at that!

"You've beat these game before- these people call them brutal! Surely you can handle my touch, dude." Nam-gyu tried to reason with him. That seemed to change Thanos's mind quite quickly.

"Of course I have! Touching me is NOTHING!" Thanos proudly said. If he were to take this as a challenge, then so be it!

"Then let me trace your neck tattoo!" Nam-gyu smiled now, getting excited by what he's assuming he's about to discover.

With those words, Thanos Whipped his head to the side to show off his neck tattoo with a challenging aura around him, never once uncrossing his arms. "Go for it, man!"

With that, Nam-gyu decided to use one arm to grab at his shoulder, and then used his other to trace the tattoo. He was looking at Thanos's face the entire time to see if the light touch would cause Thanos to break.

For Thanos, he was desperately holding in his giggles. They were wanting to come out so easily! But Thanos didn't let them. He held them in, while trying not to make a face, but his eye was definitely twitching at the sensation, and Nam-gyu could see that clearly.

With a chuckle, Nam-gyu decided to ditch the tracing idea, and went for scratching the area instead. That seemed to throw Thanos of completely.

His giggles came bursting out. Traitors!! He couldn't help but to push at Nam-gyu with one hand while covering his mouth with the other.

"Hehehehey- stohop it maAHAn!" Thanos muffled out.

"This is AMAZING! You couldn't even last one second, HA!" Nam-gyu decided to use four of his fingers to scratch at his neck now, resulting in Thanos to squirm a bit.

"Yohohou're dehehestROYING MYHY EHEHEHGO!" Thanos couldn't help it, this was so embarrassing! The light blush on his features couldn't be stopped either.

Nam-gyu didn't say anything after that. He was too focused on watching Thanos crumble by a few scratches to the neck. Who knew Thanos was ticklish on such a silly spot like his neck?

"Fuhuhuck OHOFF! yohohou bihihitch!" okay, that might've been a stretch. But the tingly feeling shooting down his entire spine was getting him in a dizzy loop.

Nam-gyu definitely didn't take that one bit. "Oh, so you want to call me a bitch now? I see. Well take THIS!" as Nam-gyu said this, he suddenly went for his sides.

Everyone was alarmed by the scream that Thanos released.

"AHAHA, WAHAHAIT! IHIHIHI'M SAHAHA-" he could barely form sentences at this point. He grabbed onto his friends wrists to try and push them off, but the longer he kept going, the weaker Thanos had gotten.

"No WAY you are apologising now! You called me a bitch, so take it like a man." Nam-gyu said, inching up to his ribs, never once staying on a spot.

"AAH-AhahahAHAhahaha, cohoho'mohon BOY! ihihit wahahas a slihihip UHUHUP! You truhuhust mehehe!" he squirmed even more by the new feeling on his ribs.

"Well, I didn't take it as a joke! So this won't be a joke either." as he said this, he was inching closer to Thanos's armpits, and Thanos panicked.

"WHAHAHIT- wahahit WAIT!" He said quickly, throwing his hands in the air to stop Nam-gyu in the process of him going for his death spot.

"What? You can't take your tickles?" Nam-gyu asked, teasingly, making Thanos go even redder.

"Ihihi'll doho anything, juhust please! Dohon't go the extreme, man!" Thanos tried to reason, which he became hopeful as he saw Nam-gyu actually think about his request.

"Hmm.." But there was no answer. He was left with hands stuck to his highest set of ribs, with Nam-gyu looking up to the roof to ponder.

"Ihi-...Naham-su?" Thanos said, getting his name wrong as always.

Nam-gyu snapped back to reality by the name, giving Thanos a smirk. "I almost considered it, Thanos." Nam-gyu said, irritated, as he gripped onto his ribs slightly more, causing Thanos to tense up with anticipated giggles.

".. Whahah-" he was shortly cut off by his friends voice.

"Laugh for me, Thanos." was all Nam-gyu said before going straight for his armpits, enlightening yet another scream from the man beside him.

He squeezed his eyes shut, and gave himself a tight hug as to ensure and ground himself from the sensation that ran through his entire body.

"YOHOHOU BIHI- IHIHI MEHEAN- AHAHAHAHA."

Yeah.. Maybe correct yourself this time, Thanos. You're gonna be there for a while.

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This was short lived.. But, anyway! I hoped you all enjoy! :] (totally not posting this at midnight)

[thriller1ruler]

A HELPING HAND: that opens the doors for new emotions.

lee!thanos / ler!nam-gyu

(A/N): aaaaa hi guys!! im sosososososo proud of this! also im feeling better these days! so happi ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜!! plspls a feedback would help alot because i still got the feeling that something is missing in my fanfictions •^•. also, am i decorating my posts too much??

this is a tickle fanfic. if you don't like it, please just scroll.

"i wish i had stayed home that day."

Thanos, player 230, cast a long shadow over this realm, transforming the place over 300 people are in an unforgettable drama. it was yet another day of no sunlight. The absence of phones left only a gathering bunch of bored people. the atmosphere was thick with tension and unspoken stories, making every moment feel significant and charged with emotion of him. he layed on his bed, a cross filled with colorful drugs resting on his palm as he contemplated his thoughts. the drugs stirred a whirlwind of emotions with him, feelings that were difficult to articulate. without hesitation, the rapper reached for one of his, undeterred by the potential consequences, and took yet another.. oh, why was he feeling so down? the drugs were meant to have the opposite effect...why weren't they working in this excat moment then?

suddenly, number 230 heard his friend call his name. it was Nam-gyu, player 124. although Thanos found it difficult to fully understand this guy, he still considered him a companion. maybe he could cheer him up a little atleast..?

meanwhile, nam-gyu noticed that thanos seemed to be grappling with a sense of loneliness, so he decided to sit next to him after his business in the toilet.

....

"hey, watcha doing??"

Thanos looked up to him with his puppy eyes. He threw his head back down again.

..dude, what is wrong with him now..? He never saw him like this before. Is he sad because he shared his drugs with him? Or...is it because of that one black haired "youtuber"?....That little piece of shi-.

nam-gyu was sharply cut off of his thoughts when he heard his friends voice.

"boy, something is missing inside of me." Thanos cast another glance at his cross, the weight of his thoughts evident on his face. Nam-gyu felt a pang of concern; it was unsettling to see his legendary friend in such a state. What was troubling him? The emptiness radiating from Thanos was hard to ignore. Number 124 gently shook his friend's shoulder awkwardly, trying to bring him back to the moment. "are you okay? maybe take more of one of these..??" he pointed at his cross. Nam-gyu wasn't exactly a natural when it came to comforting others. An embarrassing silence hung between the duo, and he could feel the tension building. A little panic started to creep in. it felt as if he were caring for a child who had just broken his favorite toy.. He glanced around, searching for any sign of Min-su. Where was he? Why did he always seem to vanish when they needed him most?

Just then, out of the corner of his eye, Nam-gyu noticed..a kind of feather in player 230 pillow popping out. With a mix of curiosity and confusion, he reached for the object, it's fluffiness rediating around his fingertips. Was this the answer he was looking for?.. Suddenly, just like in cartoons, a light bulb appeared on his head, glowing with the brilliance of his idea! Nam-gyu's lips pulled up a smile, convincing to himself that he's even smarter than google.

"yo, look what i found!"

thanos gazed up with a hint of innocence, glancing at nam-gyu with a touch of confusion.

"..so what?"

A smirk of joy came up on Nam-gyu's lips. "wanna see how it works??" He said, coming closer to him and letting the feather drop. He slowly wiggled his fingers towards his friend. as thanos came to a realization, his eyes widened in surprise. his lips began to tremble as he struggled to find his words, trying to move a little away from him. however, an unfamiliar sensation stirred within, causing butterflies fluttering in his stomach. finally, he gathered himself and managed to speak.

"...you wanna do THAT to me??"

"hehe, can't say the word?? awhh, too bad!..... now c'mere!!"

"..don't you- dahahaha!" Thanos let out a startled cry before his childish giggles eventually brag over him. 2 Hands were tickling his sides, causing him to squirm all over.

"woah, already giggling like a girl?? you must be really sensetive!!"

"nahaham-suhuhu! whahat thehe hehehell duhude?!" He tried to hold his laughter in, glancing around to place whether his "enemies" were observing him. he was determined to conceal the vulnerability of his situation. revealing such a weakness would diminish his formidable aura, and he couldn't afford for them to see him as anything less than the thanos they knew. Suddenly, a yelp came out from the purple-haired, making him turn into his current problem again. His stomach AND his sides were getting attacked now.

"...bro! with the 'nam-su' title, how many times did i tell you it's nam-gyu!" Player 124 playfully scolded. He had enough, seriosly. who the hell is nam-su? now, using the tip of his fingers, nam-gyu began tracing his name into his sides.

"n...a...m...!"

thanos felt completely powerless at this point. nam-gyu's words and the situation he was in were overwhelming.. it was the worst! if only he could be a turtle, retreating into his shell whenever he wanted to would be facilitating. He held the pillow next to him, wanting to throw it right into his friends face, but the tickles made him weak. Or..was it just that he did not want this to have a end?

Of course Nam-gyu noticed that Thanos wanted to beat the absolute shit out of him right now, but he just chuckled and contuined on with his method of teasing. He stretched out each letter, making sure to go super slow and make it all the more agonising for his friend. If he cannot memorize it in another way, he wanted to ensure that he could perhaps commit it to memory in this manner.

"...g..y..u! cmon, just say it!"

"ahaihihi! nahaham-gyuhuhu! youhuhu LIHIHIttle piHIEAHAHA-!"

more laughter came out from him as Nam-gyu's hands were moving up to his armpits now. "nuh-huh, no need to be so aggressive! hehe, thanos, the legendary rapper being suppressed by just slightly tickling? awhhh, this is so sad that nobody got their phones right now. i would've even pay for the clip if it would be recorded!"

"SHIHIHIT! youhuhu thihink thihis is fuhHUHunny?! ahahaha!"

"..not funny? why are you laughing then??" another chuckle came from player 124. He regonized that a red shade of blush came upon Thanos's ears. He noted this in his head, wanting to give something extra at the end, or maybe even in the future.

thanos was too distracted up in his laughter to think about his problems from just moments ago. him and his mom...oh he missed his mother deeply. this feeling took him back to the times when she would give him tickles, whether as a punishment or even a reward. he longed for those days. maybe this was the reason he hasn't felt well for quite a long time.

"awhh, are you enjoying this? is this the reason why you haven't fighted me back yet? huhu, this is adorable!"

Thanos came back to reality as he realized where he eventually was. he was about to melt right now..! his blush on his ears effecting his cheeks slowly also.

"ohohokay! YOUHUHU wohohon, you wo-....pfft-...hahaha!"

suddenly, his laughter turned into breathy-giggles. he threw his head to the right, squeezing his eyes and squirming a little from his friends slightly touches.

"i just wanna test out one more spot..legendary thanos." Nam-gyu's hands now spotted on the purple-haired half red ears. Player 124 had not once realized that his friend never laughed before. althought he had been all jumpy and an extroverted guy..how come he never even let out a chuckle?

...

Nam-gyu sighed and smiled slightly, feeling a sense of relief knowing that he had brought comfort and laughter to someone, as if they were free from any worries in life. he earned the sweetest giggles of the rapper-.

BAM!

Out of nowhere, he felt a pillow slap against his face, causing him to stumble backward. As he processed what had just happened, he couldn't help but giggle afterwards.

"..nehever tell this to ANYONE."

as nam-gyu's eyes meet his, he nooded slightly, still giggling.

"haha..atleast i know how to calm you down now!"

thanks for reading! •u•

Edit: i've changed the tracing part a little, because apparently yall like that part the most! :3

[enchantingvoidqueen]

I BACK<⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠ with... 457!!!!

and ssome NIGHT TICKLES(⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)!! !!!

[namgyusbeastbaby]

Don't take things that aren't yours

hello!! this is my first fic, please be mindful :)

based off of a request from @luvfordaeho that wanted lee!nam-gyu and ler!thanos, thank you for requesting it, by the way! <3

!! sorry if its mischaracterised, im not as good as interpreting characters like before !!

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{[summary]} : nam gyu is bored, very bored, and needs entertainment. so, he pulls a prank on thanos to see if he notices any pills going missing, and he does. he thinks he knows who the culprit is, but needs to test something!

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After the Six-Legged-Pentathlon, Nam-Gyu was bored out of his fucking mind. He'd usually have Thanos to talk to, but Thanos was with stupid Min-Su and that Se-Mi bitch (his words, not mine!).

He went to Thanos' bunk to see if he could rile him up or piss him off somehow, and then he came across the older man's necklace. It was a surprise, really, Thanos never left his cross unattended, but it seemed this was a rare and once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Smirking to himself, Nam-Gyu picked the cross up delicately, as if it was the most fragile, ancient artifact known to man, and analysed it with a hungry gaze. Gosh, he had found the perfect thing.

Without thinking, he popped it open and took a few out. Surely Thanos wouldn't notice, right? I mean, he was oblivious to most things.

If this was a gameshow the biggest, fattest incorrect buzzer would be played, ever. EVERR

Because, well, Nam-Gyu was sneaky, and quite naive, as he took 2 pills. One for now, one for later. He ate one, stuffed one in his pocket and then went to go join the others.

"Hey, guys." Nam-Gyu sat next to Thanos casually, the both exchanging glances.

"What's up, my boy? Finally got out of your bunk?" The purple-haired rapper said in a teasing tone, a slight hint of skepticism in it that Nam-Gyu couldn't quite catch because he was under the pills influence.

"Yeah.. Figured I'd join you guys, got nothing to do." The younger said, boredom laced into his tone as he manspread a bit, listening to the others talk as he just fidgeted with his sweater paws, something he didn't usually do unless high. Thanos noticed this, and glanced at him.

"You good, bro?" He asked, gesturing to his hands. When Thanos was skeptical, he'd always find an answer.

"Mhm.." Nam-Gyu weakly nodded, not paying attention to Thanos. Although, he did look at him when he stood up. "Where are you going, Than?" He asked, using a little nickname on him.

"To get my cross."

Shit.

"But, why? It's not like anyone wants it, they don't know what's inside." Nam-Gyu attempted to seem nonchalant, shrugging. Although, inside, he knew he was fucked. It was inevitable.

"I need to recount my pills, you know? Just to make sure no one's taken them, yeah?"

Nam-Gyu went pale.

"Just wait here, yeah?" Thanos patted Nam-Gyu's thigh with a gentle squeeze. He smirked as Nam-Gyu covered his mouth, and walked off. It seemed Nam-Gyu was holding back a squeal, but, he wasn't that ticklish on his thighs?

The culprit had revealed himself quite easily, and Thanos couldn't have been happier. He then recounted his pills; 17 left, he had 19 before. That little shit took two!

Whatever, he couldn't be mad at Nam-Gyu. For one, he knew the younger was bored, second of all, he had done the same with some of his friends before. And, thirdly, he'd have his revenge soon.

He then waltzed other to Nam-Gyu calmly, and told him to follow him. Nam-Gyu nervously followed him. Thanos knew Nam-Gyu wasn't a fan of being publicly tickled, so, he took him to his (Thanos') bunk, a more private area.

"So, bro, care to explain where two of my pills went?"

He asked, sitting Nam-Gyu on the bed with a smirk. He wasn't made really. He was impressed, impressed that Nam-Gyu had the guts, and that he managed to pull it off.

"I don't know, maybe you swallowed them without thinking?" He tried to make up excuses, but he knew it was futile. Denial isn't always bad, is it?

"Then, you don't mind me testing your sensitivity, yeah, boy? I know your nerves, top to bottom! Being high causes sensitivity, hm?"

Nam-Gyu felt his heart in his throat. But, otherwise, he bravely accepted the challenge. He wasn't a pussy, and, plus, he could keep his reactions in, right?

"Fine."

"Great then, I'll be gentle!"

Ooh, how Nam-Gyu was so sensitive to gentle tickles. He tensed up when he felt Thanos gently tracing his ribs through the fabric of his jumper and shirt. Gosh, despite how thick they were, nothing would protect him from the older man's tickles. He almost burst out laughing right then and there, so he had to cover his mouth.

"Nuh-uh, Nam-Su. No covering your mouth, need to hear if your sensitivity is boosted or not, hm?"

He gently held Nam-Gyu's hand down, continuing to trace his ribs. Thanos knew how to break him, because he kept on nearing that one rib. It was driving him crazy.

"C-C'mon, Thaha- Thanos, I didn't take them-"

"Are you sure?" He asked with a grin, finding the younger man adorable, stopping the tickling on his ribs to pick his hands up in his and take his hands from his sleeves. He then started to gently trace his palms, and Nam-Gyu burst into soft, high-pitched giggles. He couldn't help it, his palms were already so sensitive!

"Stahaha- Stohop! Thahanos, you cahahan't-" He protested, trying to move away, but was also melting into the tickles. Smiling brightly, he leaned against Thanos, giggling his little heart out as Thanos raised an eyebrow. He had never seen Nam-Gyu so affectionate when high, it was a bit uncharacteristic.

"What's this about not taking my pills, then, boy? Did you lie to me?"

Thanos pried gently, mocking the lee softly as he didn't tease too much. It seemed Nam-Gyu was in an affectionate mood, and he wouldn't ruin that moment. And, plus, he knew what it was like to feel this way. He had been bored in his 20's and around ages 17-19. He knew what it was like to want to provoke somebody, and he knew it well.

"Nohoho, duhude! IhI- I dihihidn't!" Nam-Gyu was about to say something else, but, his protest was cut off and overtaken by a squeal. He was glad Thanos was sober, or he'd be fucked. Absolutely fucked.

Well, he still was.

Just not as much! Because, well, Thanos knew his limits here, and-

"THAHANOHOHOHOS!"

Nam-Gyu was cut out of his train of thoughts as he felt tracing on his bare skin, on his stomach. Thanos knew that was a bad spot, and planned to exploit it.

"SHIHIT- DUHUHUDE! OKAHAHAHAY- MAHAHAHAYBE I TOOK OHOHONE!"

"Maybe? One? I don't know, Nam-"

"OKAHAHAY- TWOHOHO! I TOHOHOOK TWOHOHO! DEHEHEFINITELYHEHE!-"

"Hm. Thank you, for admitting it."

Thanos smirked a bit, before letting Nam-Gyu go, ruffling his hair. He noticed how the younger seemed to want need a bit more affection, so Thanos wrapped an arm around him, and pulled him closer.

"You're lucky I'm sober, or I would've kept on going, Gyu."

He rubbed his back gently, making sure Nam-Gyu was okay. He passed him some leftover water he had.

"Just don't take my pills without permission again, alright, bro? Or, I'll take a pill before I see you squirm."

He watched as Nam-Gyu flushed a bit, a rare sight.

"Yeah, yeah, w-whatever."

Despite acting quite upset, he wasn't. He leaned into Thanos' touch, the touch reminding him of a friend or two he used to have.

He felt safe.

So, maybe this place wasn't so bad after all?

@secretly-tword-obsessed

[sleepy--anon]

Revenge, Finally

⚠️Intense tickles, light restraints, squid game 2 spoilers⚠️

Reblog first, like later please, reblogs do more

Here's who I write for

You'd think that In-ho would know better than to underestimate Gi-hun, especially after being in the games with him for days. Yet somehow, one minute he's in the comfort of his observation room and the next he's being choked out until his vision goes black. He comes to in one of his soundproof rooms, wrists bound together with rope, back in his 001 uniform minus the jacket, and a cloth of some sort shoved in his mouth. He blinked a few times, trying to regain his awareness in the dark.

"Oh good, you're finally awake." In-ho didn't move, he didn't have to, he knew that voice. He could hear him get up from a seat from a corner of the room.

"You've been out for quite some time, I was beginning to worry that Hyun-joo had squeezed too tight." So that was who choked him out earlier, that explains the experienced grip. In-ho could hear Gi-hun's footsteps approach him slowly from where he was laying on the floor. He stared straight up towards the ceiling, refusing to look at his captor. He heard him kneel down beside him, grabbing the cloth in his mouth, pulling it out quickly. Gi-hun watched him stretch his jaw, waiting for him to turn to look at him.

"Nothing to say now? After everything you've done? I trusted you and you used that to your advantage." In-ho could hear the betrayal in his voice, see the hurt in his eyes.

"You've been the ringleader for far too long Young-il, it's your turn to be on the other end." In-ho rolled his eyes, scoffing at his little monolog, ignoring the slight pang of guilt in his chest when he calls him Young-il.

"You gonna make me play a game with the threat of death or something?" Gi-hun let out a low growl, grabbing hold of his bound wrists, almost effortlessly slamming them to the floor above his head as he swung his leg over his hips.

"Not so tough without all your little guards are you~?" In-ho inhaled deeply, refusing to break eye contact. As soon as Gi-hun raised his free hand, In-ho tensed and shut his eyes, awaiting the sting of a slap or the throbbing pain of a punch. What he wasn’t ready for was the feeling of Gi-hun's fingers kneading slowly into his side. He attempted to swallow the grunt that formed in his throat, pressing his lips together, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. This is childish, he thought, clenching his bound fists.

"Won't look at me now~? Afraid you'll squeal and laugh like a girl if you do~?" Gi-hun's voice had dropped to a rumble as his kneading turned into squeezing that slowly picked up speed and ground as he squeezed up to his ribs. In-ho's breathing picked up quickly as he tried to keep the noises down, only grunts and defiant hums escaping. Gi-hun chuckled evilly when he heard the shuffling of his enemies feet behind him.

"You trying to run somewhere~? Where are you going~?" In-ho had already begun to panic at how little he could move and the teasing definitely wasn't helping. Gi-hun reached back suddenly, grabbing hold of In-ho's thigh, kneading deeply, relishing in his sudden panicked laughter.

"There we go~ That's what I wanted~ Oh~ And you sound so cute~! Maybe I'll keep you~ use you as my little stress reliever~"

"FUHUHUCK YOHOHOU!" In-ho could barely recognize hid own voice, he honestly couldn't remember the last time he laughed this hard.

"You wish~ Come on beg~ I want to hear you beg me for mercy~" In-ho was going crazy from being able to do nothing, he'd never heard Gi-hun so sadistic. His knuckles in his ribs were a breaking point.

"OHOHOHOHOKAY OHHOHOHOKAY PLEHEHEHEASE! PLEHEHEHEASE PLEHEHEASE GOHOHOHOHOD!"

"Oohhh~ That's it~"

"PLEHEHEEHEASE! I'M GOHOHOHOHONNA BREHEHEAK!"

"Awwww~ What if I wanna break you~?" He felt the knuckles speed up somehow, the tears streaming down the sides of his face.

"PLEHEHEASE PLEHEHEHEASE GIHIHI-HUHUHUN! PLEHEHEHEASE STOHOHOHOP! MEHEHERCY MEHEHERCY MEHEHERCY MEHEHERCYHYHYHY! PLEHEHEHEASE! LEHEHET MEHEHE GOHOHOHOHO!"

"Why should I~? You think you deserve it~?"

"I'M SOHOHOHORRY PLEHEHEHEASE! I'LL DOHOHOHO WHAHAHATEVER YOHOHOU WAHAHANT! JUHUHUST PLEHEHEHEASE!" In-ho inhaled sharply when Gi-hun pulled away suddenly. Gi-hun's hand slammed firmly on his chest, gaining his attention.

"You are my bitch now, and this will be your life for the foreseeable future~ You can beg all you want but you belong to me~ The roles have reversed Young-il~ We are in charge now~"

[secretly-tword-obsessed]

Deja Vu

Hello Gigglers!

This is a Hwang brothers fic, as requested by @ryoko-loves-roses and @stay-123

Hope you enjoy!

Summary: An aggressive clash between brothers takes a surprising turn when In-Ho is reminded of his brother's peculiar weakness.

This is a TICKLE FIC! Not your thing? DNI.

"Why would you do this?!", Jun-Ho cried out, not knowing if his older brother was capable of processing the desperation of his words through that stoic demeanor and blank expression.

"I was desperate", In-Ho responded matter-of-factly, "I needed the money".

"Don't bullshit me!", Jun-Ho yelled back, trying but failing to repress his raging temper, "I mean why did you become the leader?! The one in charge?!"

"The Frontman", the elder brother corrected him simply, saying this expression in English, which made the whole situation feel all the more off-putting to the younger cop.

They were standing right outside the game building, face to face, amongst the trees. Jun-Ho's team of policeman, as well as Gi-Hun's trained army of loan sharks, were currently raiding it, stopping the games and rescuing the remaining contestants. But Jun-Ho felt the need to confront his brother personally - a need that was mutual.

Jun-Ho had always remembered his elder brother as gentle - he'd always admired him for how calm and collected he would be, even when things didn't go his way. He had also seen in In-Ho's genuine care for others and concern with his little brother's wellbeing. And behind all that stoicism, there was a touch of sensitivity that only a brother could pick up on. So how In-Ho could possibly do something so vile was completely beyond him.

"Why?", he repeated, trying to fight back tears, unable to prevent his lip from quivering.

"I did ask you to join me", In -Ho said, as if he hadn't heard his younger brother's pained query, "And you refused".

"And you fucking shot me!", Jun-Ho snapped back. This was when his tears finally began to flow. His own brother had tried to kill him - that kind, loving figure who he'd always looked up to and who thought would never hurt him had attempted to take his life.

With that remark, he noticed In-Ho's eyes flash with what was either a sudden realization of his failure to protect the games from infiltration or a genuine feeling of guilt at what he had done to Jun-Ho. Jun-Ho hoped it was the latter, but feared it was the former.

"I know I shot you, and I apologie", he responded steadily, as if Jun-Ho had simply accused him of stealing his shirt for a job interview, (a crime they had both committed a fair share of times). "Also", he added, "I kept that man who saved you around the island. As soon as I recognized you, I kept him stationed, ready to rescue you if anything went wrong. I also aimed at your shoulder so it wouldn't be lethal".

This made Jun-Ho's heart sink a little. It was a sink of both disturbance and hope. Was this true?

He was taken out of his thoughts by In-Ho's completely unexpected chuckle of amusement, "Of course, with you, having your shoulders targeted has never exactly been a walk in the park either". In-Ho reached out to grab at the right shoulder of the man who was standing in front of him, pinching it gently, causing Jun-Ho to squirm, flinch and let out a weak yelp.

The Frontman smiled genuinely at his younger brothers reaction, as if it gave him fond memories - "Huh, just as bad there as you used to be I see?"

The tone was teasing, and Jun-Ho couldn't help but blush. This was just how In-Ho used to behave when they were younger. Ever cheeky, always striving to mess with his little brother, to playfully exploit his weaknesses.

"Hey", In-Ho continued, "Since you asked me a question, I guess I'll ask you one back. Than we can trade answers. That's only fair, isn't it?"

Jun-Ho didn't know what to say, his grief steadily returning as he remembered again that they weren't just young brothers having a fun skirmish.

"Okay", he responded.

The Frontman smirked, "Okay, so you want to know why I became the Frontman, so I may as well ask you, why did you become the hero?"

Jun-Ho was a bit taken aback by that question.

"You could have left me here", In-Ho continued, "You knew I wasn't in danger. You could have let me keep running the games. But no, you were determined, desperate even, to rescue all of the players. Why? A sense of duty? Your cop instincts kicking in?"

Jun-Ho just sighed, "You know why I had to try and stop these games. Their innocent people In-Ho, just like you were when you played". Realizing that he had addressed his brother by name, his heart skipped a beat. It only reminded him that this wasn't just some criminal, it was his blood relative. They shared a generational name.

"Okay", In-Ho responded, "I'll accept that. Now for my motives. I wanted to lead the games because they had given me a lifechanging opportunity. Heck, they had saved my life. I had nothing, and than I won, and had everything. I wanted to give others like me a second chance. And, if not, I wanted to put them out of their misery - be a mercy killer".

Jun-Ho couldn't believe what he was hearing, "What, so you're a fucking charity worker now?!"

At this In-Ho's expression hardened a bit, "Oh come on, you haven't even tried listening to my side of the story. Why wouldn't you trust me? I'm your brother!"

On the word 'brother', he reached his hand behind Jun-Ho's back and scribbled at the middle of his left shoulder blade, making the younger squeal and jump.

The Frontman chuckled at his brother's flustered attempt to regain his composure. "Wow, I really thought this sensitivity would have faded with age", he mused.

"This is no time for messing around", Jun-Ho responded sternly, a slight shake in his voice.

In-Ho recognized that tone. It was the voice and facial expression that his little brother had always wore as soon as he found out that his mean big brother was about to tickle him to pieces.

"Your'e right, this is no time for messing around, you really need to take this seriously", the elder responded, giving his brothers' side a quick finger taser.

This made Jun-Ho buckle backwards with another squeal. "See!", In-Ho continued with a feigned tone of revelation, "You really need to stop making these funny noises and pay attention to what's at stake here!"

Again, the Frontman lashed out at his little brother, but this time Jun-Ho dodged and ran. In-Ho just grinned evilly, this all bringing him a sense of Deja Vu from his childhood. Despite being smaller and sixteen years younger, Jun-Ho had never gone down without a fight. He was too prideful - and ticklish - to just let his brother win.

"Oh Junnyyyy", In-Ho sung, pacing slowly behind him as he ran.

Meanwhile, Jun-Ho was dashing through the shrubbery. He too was getting a sense of Deja Vu. But he wouldn't be caught, not this time. He needed answers, not bonding time. Such revelries could wait until after his brother had given him an explanation, after Jun-Ho had forgiven him, if he ever could.

That was when he slipped. His leg got caught on a branch and down he went.

In-Ho chuckled - how predictable. This was always how it would go. In-Ho would never waste his energy running, as it was inevitable that Jun-Ho would lose his balance and trip at some point. Than In-Ho would seize the opportunity, sprint toward him, topple on top of him and win the chase.

"Honestly", In-Ho said with a sigh of fake resignation, crouching down on top of the younger cop, "You never learn do you?"

Jun-Ho smiled despite himself, the anticipation driving him mad.

"There's that smile!", In-Ho remarked, "You should have greeted me like that brother, it looks so much better than that scowl of yours-"

Jun-Ho was about to respond, when In-Ho started sliding his fingers up and down his belly. The thin cloth of his shirt provided little protection, and the helpless man just bit his lip and squeezed his fists into balls, refusing to let any laughter escape.

"Awww", In-Ho said in mock disappointment, "You used to be so ticklish here. Shame, I guess you grew out of it because your such a big strong police officer".

Jun-Ho's face went red. Part of it was because of the agonizingly gentle tickles he was receiving from his elder brother - those fingers driving him absolutely mad. It was also out of embarrassment and frustration that their vital conversation had been taken completely off course. But it was also because he felt sheepish about the fact that he may have been enjoying this, just a little. He had never told his older brother, but he'd always secretly loved these moments of playful affection. Of course, In-Ho could figure this fact out easily, and it only motivated him further.

"Hmmm, I remember that you used to react really badly to this back in the day-"

With that, In-Ho squeezed the flesh of Jun-Ho's knee. The younger man cried out at the unexpected change of spot and, when the Frontman just kept squeezing, he couldn't help but dissolve into high pitched, bubbly giggles.

In-Ho beamed - he hadn't heard this sound from his brother in forever. It definitely seemed out of character.

"Oh, so I guess that one still works on you", the Frontman said matter-of-factly.

"Stahahap!", Jun-Ho blurted out, his head shaking a bit, his legs weakly kicking but getting nowhere as In-Ho sat on top of them, pinning him.

"Stop? Already. But little brother, I just started-"

If the deathly ticklish sensations on his knees weren't getting to Jun-Ho, the teases definitely were. He just let his giggles out in disbelief. This is beyond the last thing he would have excepted from this confrontation.

"You know, you sure are helpless in this state. I should have just gotten those guards to tickle you, would have saved me a lot of trouble and ammo".

Jun-Ho screeched as In-Ho reached his right hand to scribble under his little brother's knee, and lifted the left hand to scrape his side, just below his armpit.

"Hehehey!", he cried desperately.

And that was when In-Ho noticed something. Jun-Ho's desperate giggles had seemingly made him forget about what led of to this tickle attack. Or maybe he did remember, but was trying to suppress it. Either way, his younger brother seemed genuinely joyful, which brought a sense of warmth to In-Ho's heart. All he'd seen from Jun-Ho over the past few years had been pain, stress and, more recently, looks of betrayal. But now the man seemed legitimately happy and, although he may have been the ruthless Frontman, In-Ho's big- brotherly instinct remained, making him ecstatic to see his brother cheered up.

"Hey", In-Ho noted absentmindedly, still not slowing his fingers clawing at his victim's knees and sides, "We haven't done this in forever. I really missed tickling the shit out of you".

Jun-Ho went dark red, "Nahahaha!"

In-Ho just chuckled, taking the hand that was scribbling at his brother's side to poke instead, causing Jun Ho's whole upper body to jolt forward before he started contorting his torso in a futile effort to avoid those brutal fingers.

"I used to do this to you all the time when you were little", In-Ho continued, highly amused by Jun-Ho's silly and highly un-cop-like movements. "Remember when you used to come and wake me in the middle of the night, when I was in my second year of cop training and you were in preschool? How you used to complain about nightmares and interrupt my precious sleep schedule?"

In-Ho than squeezed his brother's hip, making him jolt again and let out a piercing shriek.

In-Ho, trying to hide his delight at his ticklish brother's expense, continued his anecdote - "And than I would punish you by scribbling here-" In-Ho crept both of his hands to Jun-Ho's belly - "And poking here" - the Frontman gently prodded the side of Jun-Ho's neck.

All the while, the younger man was collapsing in sweet giggles, even letting out an occasional snort. Why did his brother have to be so mean?

Suddenly, In-Ho withdrew his fingers. Jun-Ho panted a bit, his chest heaving.

"You know, even though I always tickled you whenever you woke me up in the middle of the night, what was always so peculiar to me was that....you kept coming back"

Jun-Ho watched as his older brother flashed him the most evil grin imaginable.

"You kept waking me night after night, even though you knew what was to come. It made me think that you might have....liked it when I tickled you"

Jun-Ho felt his heart leap out of his chest, felt his body sinking into the ground beneath him. Just as he was about to stammer out a response, his older brother went for the kill.

As soon as In-Ho attacked his underarms, there was no going back.

"NOhoHOhoHOHhoho!"

Jun-Ho wasn't one to scream with laughter, but his bubbly cackles kept getting louder and louder, bordering screeches. He shook violently, slamming his fists into the grass below him, his head buzzing with laughter and, as much as he would never admit it, a much missed sense of happiness and comfort.

In-Ho just kept grinning at the sight, trying to make it look like a malicious smirk as to hold back his overwhelming joy at making his brother this carefree.

"Is this how you learned to fight criminals at the academy?", In-Ho teased, "Just thrashing and flailing uselessly?"

Jun-Ho snorted and squealed, "ShuhuhuHUHUhuhut it!"

In-Ho gasped in mock offence, "Why you little-"

This went on for a few more minutes, until the younger cop's giggles went silent. That was when the Frontman let up.

He waited for his little brother to recover - a rather adorable recovery of residual snickers and a lasting grin - before extending his hand to help him up.

Than Jun-Ho remembered what he had been talking with his brother about. And how unnecessary and immature this whole situation was. He shot In-Ho a piercing glare.

Yet, despite how pissed he was, he had to admit that he was feeling a little better. Maybe this was exactly what he'd needed to regulate his terror and rage - it would be best to hear his elder brother's story with the most open mind possible.

Hope you enjoyed!

[saturnzskyzz]

Lee! Jun-ho Ler! In-ho

A/N: Simply doing short drabbles cause I want to fill up my writers juice.. 9 times out of 10 this won't work, but still.

Jun-ho is 19 while In-ho is 35 in this.

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"God dammit." Jun-ho sighed heavily as he scanned his failing grade on his computer.

"65'D" just great? He thought. He's studied and went over notes with his older brother for the past week, and somehow he still got a D?

"What I'm I going to tell Hyung?.." he whispered, holding his head in his right hand as he lazily shifted his weight onto it, still looking at the grade as if it would fade and shift into an A, at least?

"Tell me what, little brother?"

Oh no.

No no no, not now!

In a startled hurry, he clicked off his school tab to show his homescreen. It was of him and his family on the beach looking proud and happy at the camera. As he glanced at the memorable photo, he turned on his chair to look at In-ho with a smile. "Heeey, hyung! Just in time.. I-I wanted to show you something!" he quickly said, trying to sound calm and truthful.

His conscious was basically telling him that he was screwed. Thanks brain, I really owe it up to ya!

"You have something to show me, yah? Is it that test that you were just looking at?" his older brother said with a scoff, fixing his arms so that they rested lazily across his chest, crossing them in the process. Oh, this was going to be good.

Jun-ho cleared his throat, noticing how In-ho took a few steps closer to him and his computer. He tried to think of an excuse, but truthfully, there was no escaping a curious older brother like In-ho from seeing your test grade. He was for sure going to be scolded in a minute.

"Tell me, brother.. What were you looking at, really?" In-ho asked, now only a few centimeters away from his chair to look down at him.

Jun-ho looked back, glanced at the computer, and then back at In-ho, dumbfounded. "Uhm.. Well I,, it seems I don't have it on my computer no more, eheh.. Sucks to suck, right?" expressing with his hands anxiously, he looked up at his older brother with a defeated look.

The older only smiled at that, deciding to reach for the computer only to be stopped by Jun-ho's hands. "WAIT!" the younger said, struggling to push In-ho away from his computer while still seated in his chair.

"What are you hiding, Jun-ho?" he said challengingly with a fiercful smirk. He grabbed at one of the offending hands, and skilfully pushed it away, securely holding it in the air while he leaned in more to try and grab the mouse, dangerously getting closer just by the tip of his finger.

Jun-ho saw this, and quickly thought of how to retract his hyung's hand from the source, and decided on using his free hand to dig into his armpit-the same arm that was reaching for the mouse-earning a startled squeak from the older who retreated his hand to grab a hold of his younger's wrist.

He looked at Jun-ho with revenge. "How dare you little brother?" he questioned in fake malice. Putting on a more playful, more mischievous look forming on his features.

Oh he was totally screwed.

"Wait-wait, hyung! I acted without thinking!" he easily lied. Of course he thought to do it before acting upon it, and In-ho knew that.

"You're one to think thoroughly with your actions, brother. Even a fly would know that." In-ho said casually as he quickly shoved one of his hands into Jun-ho's armpit, sending his little brother to jolt in surprise as he bubbly laughed out loud.

He twisted his body, taking in-ho's hand with him, as he laughed freely like this was a common occurrence-it was. His other hand was still captured by In-ho, so he could only use his free one to try and pull the culprit out from his underarm. Which ultimately failed in the long run.

"PleheEHEHAAsehehe hyuhuUHUung! Haahahave mehehercy!" he cried out, shutting his eyes as if that was going to do anything to stop the playful torment.

In-ho only smiled, never letting up on the tickling. "That's not what I asked, brother." he said. He scribbled and drilled into the hollow of Jun-ho's armpit, earning a squeal that the younger would proudly say he didn't let out in that moment.

He tried to pull on his trapped arm, desperate to get it free so he can use both his arms to successfully pull In-ho's hand out from under, but he knew that In-ho was too strong for that to even become successful.

"AhAHAhaha- IHI- IN-HO! wahaAHAHAIT!"

Deciding to pull his hand out from under his brothers armpit, he finally let go of his trapped wrist and shifted his arms so he now has them resting on Jun-ho's shoulders. He saw how breathless Jun-ho was. He took in rewarding breathes as he instinctively fixed his disheveled hair.

With a few more giggles pouring out from his mouth, he looked up at In-ho, nervously keeping that ticklish smile he wore from mere seconds ago. He was on high alert now.

"What were you looking at Jun-ho?" He said warningly, never letting up on the hold. He stared at Jun-ho, waiting for an answer, but all he got was more giggles. You wanna play the hard way? Fine.

"What. Are. You. Hiding. Jun-ho?" he emphasized those words with sharp pokes to Jun-ho's stomach, sending Jun-ho on a giggle high from the ticklish feeling.

"Ohohokay, ohohokay! Ihihi- ihi- wahahait!" In defeat, he held up his hands to show the sincerety of his words, causing his older brother to stop the teasing pokes, and looked at him, waiting for an answer.

In-ho cocked a brow, eyeing him curiously.

Jun-ho took a deep breath, calming himself down before turning on his chair to now give attention to his computer, thankful that In-ho allowed him to show it instead of using his words.

He clicked open the tab, as it proudly showed the D that was big and colored on his screen with a test that they both worked so hard on for a straight week.

Jun-ho eyed it, never daring to look back at his hyung, scared that it only showed a fake disrespect to the older.

In-ho stared at the failing grade, disappointed with sorrow in his heart as he knew that Jun-ho worked so hard to try and get a successful grade on this test, only to be replaced with a failing one. He looked down at Jun-ho, realising that he didn't dare to move a single muscle as he eyed the grade in defeat.

Without a single word, In-ho placed his hands on both of his little brothers shoulders, almost startling the younger, as he squeezed them affectionately.

"Come on, brother. Seriously?" he said, making it seem like he was disappointed. The slight smirk on his face showed otherwise, however.

Jun-ho, oblivious to the playfully hidden nature, only grew deeper in his sorrowful state, as he looked down at his desk, waiting for his older brother to scold him and be disappointed in his choices.

"You seriously hid this from me? I thought you were hiding something so much worse, kid!" he said, shifting his hand placements to lightly dig into Jun-ho's collarbones.

Startled by this, and a bit confused with his tone, he instinctively reached to grab at In-ho's hands, trying to stifle his giggles now.

"W-whahat??"

He only dug in deeper now, causing him to squeal in surprise.

"Why were you so anxious to show me a grade like that?! You should've seen my grades before I actually started to take college seriously!" he proudly said, thankful to hear those childish giggles once more as he dug into a more sensitive spot between his shoulders and collarbones.

"Wahahait- hyuhuhuhung?! Seheheriously?!" he panickly asked, scrunching in on himself as his legs came up.

"Seriously! Trust me little brother, you have a long way to go if you wanted your grades to look like mine. Sheesh!" he jokingly said.

"Now," he started, quickly switching from Jun-ho's shoulders to now his sides. "let's let out those sad giggles out, yeah?" he finished, before squeezing his sides effectively.

"AAH- WahaAHAHAIT! NOHOHohoHOHO, eheheAHA-!"

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This was a lot longer than expected 😬

[thriller1ruler]

GIGGLY BUGS (pt3)

pt.1 / pt.2 / pt.4

switches! dae-ho, in-ho, jung-bae, gi-hun

(A/N): hii, sorry if i was absent for quite a long time. i would recommend yall to read pt.1 cuz it will kinda like make more sense then. uhm. anyway, i've bought a new book and that's kinda my new hyperfixation..(the name's crime and punishment ehe!! ><) yhh fuck me third fic i wrote, life is hard cant do this no more no joke sobbs. yaaa hope you enjoyyy!! i wish my wiriting was as good as how i decorate my posts..but im glad how this turned out!! ehe so happi :3

feedback helps/srs.

this was it.

number 388 was trapped.

...and revenge was in sight!!

In-ho chose to vent his embarrassment on Dae-ho, taking the teasing a bit too far, even though it was Jung-bae's plan. Poor guy was fully aware he was destined to be the next target.

"wait wait wait. why..why me??" Dae-Ho felt like a child who was unfairly punished for something absurd. he knew in the look of in-ho's eyes that this man will wreck him out any moment.

"wait, w-we can talk about this! right jung-bae? you're on my side right??"

jung-bae noticed dae-ho's hopeful eyes..ohh he will be in alot of trouble.

"dohon't plahay the innocent now.."

meanwhile in-ho, his plan was hit successfully again (yh no shit). he still could feel the touch in his neck thought, still a little giggling in his words and the blush on his cheeks still continued.

"there is no reason to be afraid..it's just a payback. that's all."

the frontman knew what kind of innocent guy dae-ho was. he was probably driving him all into the flashbacks of the tickle fights he had with his sisters.. being the only boy among siblings isn't excatly a good thing.

jung-bae was apologizing in his mind several times, feeling bad each second it takes. why aint invisibility a thing?? it would help him and the next victim alot right now..

"things are about to start giggly..you ready, hm?"....

suddenly, in-ho experienced a sense of deja-vu. He had indeed used these teases before, back when he and his younger brother jun-ho still lived together. They used to play these games frequently. Although deja-vu isn't typically a great feeling for him, this time he found a bit of comfort and warmth in this particular moment.

number 388 was clearly overwhelmed. he was sweating and panicking over seemingly childish matters..why did he react so dramatic?

"...no, wahHIHit..!" his voice cracked. thinking about tickling aint making anything better, just the opposite! the frontman found himself unable to suppress a slight laugh.

"wahat are you giggling for?? i haven't even touched you yet!"

dae-ho lost it.

"jung-bae you traitor. you could tell me this today and we could do it tomorrow!! now you are literally making me down infront of everyone else. im an adu-!"

He was interrupted in his thoughts as In-ho's hands came towards him slowly..wiggling his fingers?

"hehehell nahaha!!" dae-ho tried to close his sides with his hands, shaking his head multiple times.

"hey, jung-bae! dont just stay there. we made a decision!" a little silence contuined "i wish we could record this right now.."

"plehehease, lehehets just drohohop ihihit!!"

"you had your fun, now it's my turn."

in-ho's hands landed on dae-ho's sides, squeezing them and poking them from this side to side. number 388 tried to squirm away from the frontmans fingers but failed as it followed him. he let a giggle slip and after, a burst of his real laughter came out. it didnt sounded like his normal laughter, it was a little bit more lighter than usual. "eeeehehehe!! ohohokay wait wait WAHIHIHIT! ahahaha! nohohot you toohoho!" jung-bae joined in, just poking his dear friend slightly who was being tickled by 2 people now..oh the feeling of guilt pressed him down.

"im sorry.."

dae-ho tried to cover his face but poor guy forgot what his biggest secret was. he hiccups when hes getting tickled and one came out right away.

".....wow, did we just unlock a new method of laughter?."

dae-ho was as confused as him, squealing and kicking his legs as he made more and more inhuman sounds. his giggles became in a quite mess, he was too distracted by his ticklish sensation to realize how embarrassing his position was right now. a slight of a blush came out on his cheeks.

"want your taste of your own medicine now?"

jung-bae looked at in-ho with a little confusion.

"lehehets nohohoHOHOT!!"

"what if i..tickle you here?" he squeezed on dae-ho's hips. number 388 jolted. "and here?" another squeeze, another noise. "...and heree?~" in-ho founded this a little enjoyable.

"eep-! doHohont!! im sohohorry!! plEHEHASE *hic* hahave mercihihi!"

jung-bae stopped the poking now, leaving them both have their fun..or something.

this is going to take a while to resolve. dae-ho was getting tickled into pieces, jung-bae becoming an over-thinker and in-ho..? well as you can see, that man had his fun, thinking if he should make this "tickling" into one of his games.

but suddenly, dae-ho had an idea!

he tried to look out for gi-hun..where could he just be??

"don't you dare to call for number 456. i know exactly what you're thinking about."

"whaAhaha?! hohow *hic* dihihid yOuhHUHU??"

"be careful..or yknow where these hands will go."

in-ho looked directly at the spot of dae-ho's knees. in a moment of inspiration, he realized in what kind of guy he messed up with. although he belived he was skilled in these games, what's his current situation then?

..only and last hope was number 456 now.

as In-ho counted dae-ho's ribs, his mind somewhere else, he suddenly felt a cold run down his spine.

the frontman turned his head behind him slowly. it couldnt be him right?..

shit.

"oh, so you did want more huh?"

gi-hun was behind them, having a smile as if he just won the lottery.

as in-ho's eyes met his, the atmosphere of the feeling he had became right the opposite. 2 hands landed on his sides..again. man, he was a grown adult..how many times did he catch himself in this state now?..gi-hun would not take him serious ever again, he thought.

"a little troublemaker you are..this is getting a serios topic now dont you think so?"

there was no single noise coming out from in-ho, just really tiny squeals. seems like he was holding his laughter in.

"oh? holding in?. that aint cool young-il."

at the same time, dae-ho. this could be his only villian arc. he was still laying down on his back, smoke coming out from his ears from all that laughter and hiding his eyes with his arm. a few giggles slipped out of his mouth.

"juhung-bahehe."

jung-bae was sitting innocently, like a little puddle that just broke a vase.

"yes?.."

a little silence contuined.

"may youhu cohome here.?"

"sure.."

he came to him closer, looking at dae-hos face. the awkward silence between these both still contuined.

"look, im sorry.."

"say that again, but louder."

....

"im sorrEEK-!!"

"....how does it feel huh? i was backstabbed by you!!"

he said, dumping all the "pain" into him while he tickled his dear friend unexpectedly. seriosly, jung-bae thought that dae-ho is maybe an understanding person, so he would understand his situation too he had 2 minutes ago.

" thehehehe! waihihihit *wheeze* wahihit a secohohond!! lehehet mEHEHE *🫖* explAihihihin!! whahahaaaa!!"

"ay, you're even more ticklish than myself..this was unexpected sir." jung-bae even laughed more and a little shade of red appeared on his face. dae-ho looked down where he was tickling him curiously. "wait, your seriosly ticklish on this little spot?"

"aEAhahaha! enough!! enoHOhohoahaha!" he hided his face with his hands and number 388 giggled along with him.

"young-il, let it out!! come on, it aint embarrassing, trust me."

more muffled screaming came out from in-ho. why did he end always up as a lee? this was kinda getting him mad. meanwhile, gi-hun scribbled his ribs again, like the way he did on that night before. a little giggle slipped out from the frontman.

"oho~! seems like a tickly bug got you. don't worry! i'll save you." gi-hun threatened him like a child, chuckling a little now. his tone seemed too playfully, felt like in-ho was his stressreliver.

"enouhuhugh now."

"what? couldn't quite catch that, sorry." another chuckle.

"i sahihid enohough!"

with that attitude, in-ho jumped right infront of him, causing gi-hun to fall down on the floor.

"ow! that hurt.."

damn, gi-hun forgot what kind of strong guy in-ho was. he didnt fight back at all..no. he wanted to see in-ho's true side. plus he wanted to be fair. he exposed in-ho infront everyone else.. so now they both are quit. was he scared? of course. will he maybe get punched in the face?..unknown.

"..remember, violence is not a choice.."

"a guy like you cant tell me that." in-ho replied.

"seems like the tickle bug is affective, ain't it?" he told extra, scribbling his 10 fingers around gi-huns sides now.

gi-hun broke into soft giggles, trying not to squirm and accidentally hurt in-ho. more giggles coming out of him as the scribbling became faster. "plehease-"

"begging already..? it just started!!"

this will be a long morning.

"...how childish."

nam-gyu was looking at the 4 friends who were having a tickle fight against eachother for quite a long time. "it's morning, how the hell are they doing this right here infront of everyone..its even getting embarrassing just by looking at them."

thanos looked up again after a maintime. seems like he took the double of his..drugs. he directly throw his eyes into his friend.

"...what about you nam-su?"

"it's nam-gyu!"

the quitness between both of them hung on the air.

"and..what do you mean- what about me?"

he noticed that thanos was staring him into his soul.

"are you ticklish?.."

...

the tickly bug seriosly was affective.

thanks for reading!! •u•

[enchantingvoidqueen]

I know not good as 457 one, but that's what i have🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

[namgyusbeastbaby]

guys i ship sang-su now im sorry its a canon event

[ryoko-loves-roses]

I have this exit by my house (my shayla im in luv)

[sleepy--anon]

It's Gonna Be Okay

Reblog first, like later please, reblogs do more

Here's who I write for

Gi-hun had been referred to as an empath by a few people, they say it's what makes him such a beautiful person. He noticed Young-il's change in demeanor almost as soon as he sat down next to his bed. He listened to him intently, watching his eyes well up with unshed tears as he speaks about his sick, pregnant, wife. Young-il turned slowly at the offered hand, hesitating a bit before taking it, letting Gi-hun pull him up into his bed so they were next to each other. He swung an arm over his shoulders, squeezing him in a side hug.

"It'll be ok, we'll get out of here and whatever you can't afford for your wife, I'll cover for you." Gi-hun reassured genuinely, gently rubbing his shoulder comfortingly. Young-il nodded almost unnoticeably, barely leaning into his touch. Gi-hun had to rack his brain for ways to comfort his new friend, he hadn’t comforted anyone in years, so he immediately thought of Sang-woo, the two had a lot of similarities.

"You remind me a lot of my childhood best friend... You two are alike in a lot of ways, all the way down to the way you wear your hair." He chuckled fondly, carefully ruffling the back of Young-il's hair, feeling pleased at the amused huff he let out from it.

"Do you also stop brooding when I do this?" Gi-hun slid his hand down to the back of his neck, jellyfishing his fingers along the exposed skin above his collar. Young-il's shoulders suddenly came up as he bit his sleeve with a muffled yelp followed by surprisingly high pitched giggles.

"Ooohohoo, well there's a difference~ You curl in on yourself, he's rather defensive~" Young-il squirmed in his spot when Gi-hun's fingers trailed down his back.

"Peheheople are sleheheheeping!" He whisper yelled through his sleeve, throwing himself back on Gi-hun's bed when he hit a particularly sweet spot.

"I'll come back to that another time~" He winked, bringing his fingers back up to his neck, pushing his elbows out of the way when he covered his face.

"You're so sensitive~ It's adorable~ If you didn't need to be quiet I would make you move your hands~ You look better when you're smiling~" Gi-hun restrained himself a bit, tracing over Young-il's ears for a minute before sliding his fingers up to card through his hair.

"Sleep, it's ok" He soothed, sitting next to his head so he could move it onto his lap. He kept watch like that, not daring to move an inch that may disturb him.