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ticklish-hanji · 2 days ago

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I LOVED THIS SMMMM

hi, i got a request if thats alright <3

its lee! lee know and ler! skz (mostly extremely extremely rough tickles but also a bit soft)

basically ler! skz finds out lee knows armpits, armpits, belly button, and v line are his worst spot/some of his worst spots so they restrain him with bondage and absolutely wreck him and tickle him like crazy in those spots with a variety of methods (with tools like hair brushes, paint brushes, feathers, massagers, electric pen thingy, electric tickle devices, and those tickle glove things and just fingers/raspberries) and after awhile of tickling him with all those + raspberries, for a final blow before he taps out, they use all the tools at once in those spots (other spots too if u want) while also tickling him with their fingers and blowing raspberries like crazy until his laughter goes silent

if you do decide to do this, then ty <3 just dont overwork yourself and take as long as you need!

𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙧𝙮:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: I’ll update this a bit later bc my word counter site is down rn

tw: THIS IS SO ROUGH. BEWARE. there is use of tools, raspberries, rough tickling, teasing, lots and lots of tears, mentions of prolonged tickling, a teensy bit of angst…I promise y’all a soft fic will come soon :3

𝙖/𝙣: yes it is very me to put a soft moodboard for a rough fic 🎀

𝒍𝒆𝒆: minho

𝙡𝙚𝙧: skz

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

Dear Diary,

I have no idea why I'm thinking this way today, but I seriously need to be tickled. Seriously need to be tickled. I've been feeling so, lee I guess? It's kind of pathetic that I should admit it, considering I always have the others beneath my thumb, but here it is anyway. I don't want to make it sound like I always need it, but when the urge strikes, man does it strike hard. I fucking hate it. I don't even know what's gotten into me, but I just can't think about anything other than my worst areas. As soon as anyone even glances anywhere near them, I feel this strange, fluttery sensation in my belly, and I'm laughing before they even lay a hand on me. It's like my body anticipates what's about to happen and just surrenders before I can even stop it. Each time I even think about it, I can so tingly, as if they're already preparing for the worst.

It's a lot to deal with, but. a part of me actually really wants someone to just destroy me there. Perhaps even all the members, like, all ganging up on me at the same time. WHAT YOU DIDNT SEE ANYTHING. But then I would likely die from laughing, and I'd never ever confess it. I'd rather suffer any other punishment, anything Chan hyung would ever throw at me, than explain to anyone how much I need to be tickled like that. And then there's my...you know...my belly button. Don't even get me started. I could practically feel the entire body tingling just thinking about it. I don't know why it's so sensitive there, but it is. It's like… it's not only the skin, but all that's around it that makes it feel so sharp. If someone even brushes against that place—just touches it—it's like a switch flips on inside of me, and I'm already laughing before I know it's happening.

And don't even get me started on blowing raspberries into it. That's the very worst. It's like my entire body just short circuits and I can't catch my breath because it's just too much. Honestly, I want it so badly, and I don't know why, but I'd rather choke on my own shame than let anyone know how much I'd adore just… letting someone go crazy there. I'm not ready to let anyone in on how weak I am when it comes to my belly button. That would be so humiliating. I just can't forget my v-line. That like, area, is major tickle spot. The moment someone even looks at it, I just go off. The notion of someone tracing their fingers up and down there makes my mind go blank and I start to turn very red, and not the positive kind either. It's just that bad, and I don't even know why I find it so…ticklish. And I can’t believe I’m even thinking about it, because the thought of someone targeting that area with intent makes me want to crawl into a hole and never come out. I know I sound crazy right now. I do. Honestly, I’m sitting here and wondering if I should even write all of this down. But it feels better to get it out. At least in the diary, I don't have the feeling like anyone can taunt me. Particularly not Channie—God, if he had a clue how bad I wanted him to gang together with everyone else and destroy me, I never would hear an end of it. He'd probably find it amusing, and that's exactly what I need less. The final thing. He already teases me enough. I don't even know what he'd do if he knew what was happening in my mind. Anyway, I guess I should maybe stop thinking about this before I get even more embarrassed. But… yeah, I'll own up to it. I want it. I really do. Just...don't tell anyone.

Seungmin gaped at the diary entry, mouth open and jaw dropped as he reread the last few lines again and again. His hyung…was in a lee mood?

Seung couldn’t believe it. Of course, he didn’t take Minho’s diary to invade the loser’s privacy, more like he had no idea what the little book was and accidentally flipped to the last page written and was automatically drawn to the familiar scrawl on the page.

All of a sudden, the most mischievous smile he had ever had began to grow on his face.

“CHAAAANNNN HYUUUUUUNNNGGGG!!”

Chan burst through the door, out of breath and the most terrified expression on his face. “What’s wrong? What’s wrong?! Something’s wrong, you called me hyung, there’s no way—Oh…” His sentence was unfinished as Seung stuck the diary under Chan’s nose.

…

“Oh Minho-yah~”

Minho arrived home after the most atrocious dance practice with some trainees, stretching his arms out and sighing as he dropped his bag near the couch and kicked his shoes off.

He didn’t wait for anyone to greet him, but the sudden urge to just run to someone and provoke them, or just downright tell them to just wreck him until he sees stars, was becoming too much to handle. Minho didn’t know how much more he could take.

But what he didn’t expect at all was being hoisted into the air by a certain bunny. “Changbin!” Minho hissed loudly, “What are you doing?”

”Ohhhh, you’ll find out, hyung~”

And Minho had to admit, he was kinda curious as to what Binnie was up to. So he let himself be carried right into Chan’s room. His heart leapt into his throat and he gulped down his excitement at the expression on Channie’s face. Mischievous, with that certain glint in his eye that let Min know he was gonna get wrecked. And boy was he excited for it. Minho was dumped very unceremoniously onto the bed and surrounded by seven gleeful members, who silently grabbed his arms and legs and tied them down as softly as they could, and all Minho could do was squeeze his eyes shut and whine half-heartedly as his shirt was being untucked.

“Come on…you really don’t have to…just let me gooo—”

“Quit the act, hyung. We all know you really want this, so shut up and take it.” Jeongin laughed as Minho’s lips squeezed shut and his face was red instantly. Humbled in an instant.

Hyunjin grinned beside him as he set some tools on the bed. An electric toothbrush, some feathers, massagers, and a pair of gloves that looked more like medieval torture devices.

Minho couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped his lips. But his heart raced into excitement as two very gentle hands closed over his eyes, clouding his vision and senses with the smell of cheesecake.

Minho gasped as something very cold dripped onto his stomach and he squeaked and bit his lip as it was spread around. Okay, this is fine—everything’s fine.

Suddenly, it seemed as though the members have decided to just abandon the idea of his shirt entirely. “Hey!” Minho yelped, but the feeling of hands at his sides made him shrink back again.

“You ready to be wrecked harder than ever, Minho?” Chan’s teasing, honey like voice floated above him, and before Minho could stop himself, he found himself nodding. The cooing and teasing that followed was almost unbearable.

Everything was still for a little while, with Jisung’s hands still over his eyes. Minho appreciated that—Sung knew how much he hated blindfolds. It also saved him the embarrassment of having to maintain eye contact with the others.

Then Chan began assigning roles. Minho whined, the urge to just yell at them to start was starting to weight him down heavily.

Then he heard exactly what was gonna happen to him.

"Okayyyy, so Hyunjin, you get paintbrushes, Lixie gets the massagers, Seungmin, you get the gloves… Changbinnie you get the—hmmmm, how about the feathers?” Chan hummed, settling onto Minho’s hips. “Innie you can use your fingers, you’re good at that, and Sungie is there to make sure Minho doesn’t faint, got it?”

Minho whimpered at the thought that there had to be a member who kept him from fainting. However, he was drowned out by the chorus of cheering and the sudden sensation of hands descending onto his sensitive, anticipation-ridden body.

The sensation was horribly ticklish. Minho grit his teeth and arched his back as high as he could as fingers kneaded into his oiled sides, and he could feel Chan’s gentle thumb circling his belly button and nearly choked on his own scream. Changbin was happily teasing the feathers around Minho’s ears, while massagers were circling his belly, courtesy of Felix.

Minho’s eyes watered instantly, and he couldn’t believe the volume of the laughter that burst out of him, along with the very embarrassingly high pitched squeal that he let out as Chan’s thumb finally stopped teasing and entered his belly button.

“AHHH!!” Minho screeched, “OHMYGOHOHOHOHOHHOHOHOHOOD!! OHMYGOD SLOW DOHOHOHOHOWN!!”

Minho’s entire mind went positively blank as he felt two very mischievous thumbs drilling into his armpits, as rough as possible. “JEONGIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIN!! NGHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH—STOP STOP STAHAHAHAHAHAAAHA!!”

“Awwwww, does it tickle?” Chan teased, his eyes fond as Minho squealed loudly and bucked up and down under the barrage of fingers tickling him.

Then Seungmin got involved and Minho felt like he was gonna ascend. “Ohhh, did I find a good spot?” Gloved thumbs digging into his lower belly, the soft but spiky feeling of those gloves sending poor Minho into a squealing frenzy, much to the others’ amusement.

“He’s so cute!” Jisung laughed from above Minho, who was now beginning to cackle so hard his stomach ached and it was uncontrollable.

But it was exactly what he wanted. Fingers everywhere, Chan’s thumb in his belly button while the rest of his fingers spidered along Minho’s sides, and so many tools everywhere. Seungmin had now flattened his hands and was using his palms to drag the bristles along the sensitive skin of Minho’s v-line.

“OHOHOHOHOH MY—OHMYGOSHHHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA!!” Minho howled. He could feel himself start to shake, his whole body trembling with the excess laughter as they began to switch spots. The gloves were now scrubbing at his armpits, and Minho was deemed completely helpless due to the restraints keeping his arms up entirely.

The second Jeongin’s nails switched to his v-line, dragging along the taut skin, Minho was so absolutely, completely gone. “Did I find another tickle spot?”

Minho let out another infamous squeal, his voice so high pitched at this point it didn’t even sound like him anymore. “YEEHEHEHEHEHES!! YES IHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES SO BAHAHAHAHAHAHA—” Amd then it was quiet. Minho grit his teeth, screaming silently and bucking up and down as hard as he could, but it was fruitless. He was laughing so hard, and now he was completely silent.

“You’re usually so tough, aren’t you? And now you can’t even beg anymore~” Changbin’s voice drifted from above him, but Minho could barely register it in his haze of ticklishness.

“How much does this tickle on a scale of one to ten?” Seungmin asked in a mocking tone, his gloves hands now switching to his bristled thumbs rubbing torturous circles into the skin, watching Minho howl, his back arching as his grin stretched so wide and so adorably. Mouthing the word “TEHEHEHEHEN” over and over, but unable to form a sound

“He’s smiling so hard~” Hyunjin commented, grinning as he swirled his brush around Min’s belly button, making the kitten choke on another screech.

And with a loud, prolonged, frustrated screech of helpless laughter, Minho’s voice was back, squeaky and loud and desperate as he laughed himself silly…again and again and again with no end.

But he knew he loved it. And the others knew he loved it too.

“Awh, isn’t this exactly what you imagined in your cute little diary entry? Isn’t it what he imagined?” Chan asked, and laughed as Minho shot up all over again, his eyes wide and frantic and horrified. It was adorable.

“NOHOHOHOHO YOU DIDNT!! YOU DIHIHIHIHIDN’T!!” Minho screamed, his face the picture of adorable helplessness.

“Oh, we did~”

“THATS NOT FAIR—You can’t look through my—DIAAAHAHAAHAHAHHAAAA!!” Minho’s words weee gone the minute Chan went for his ribs, while the others continued their little attack on his ticklish spots.

“Uh—he looks ready to pass out, guys…” Jisung calls, fondly wiping the tears slipping down Minho’s face as the older screeched out a final “STOHOHOHOHOP!!”

And it did stop. Thank goodness. The tears didn’t, however.

Minho’s face crumpled as he buried his face into a pillow. And then the others realized they may have taken it a step too far to mention his diary.

Seungmin pulled Minho into a hug. “I promise you, we found it on accident, and we don’t judge at all. I honestly found it pretty cute, hyung…”

“M’kay…” Minho whispered, and buried his head into the warm, safe crook of the puppy’s neck.

“Good, you ready for dinner?—”

Minho slumped in his arms, and everyone burst into laughter when they heard the tiny snores coming from their adorable kitten.

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ticklish-hanji · 12 days ago

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hi💓 i saw that you wanted a scenario. maybe a challenge, or a competition, with lee skz ler skz, the one who can hold on the longest while being tickled, will win. like BTS did in this video👇🏻 https://youtu.be/IWD-9hUnLAI?si=KQoDCVywyIagiu9R

i hope you like it🎀

Composure

Lees: Skz Lers: Skz Word Count: 5.3k

A/N: Hii~ Thank you for the request and I'm so sorry it took this long 😖 I honestly have no idea how I ended up writing so much 😅 I hope you guys like it! (hope it's not too long🥺)

Skz were filming a special episode, a little gift for Stays on their birthday. The staff had proposed a challenge of composure, where each member would go through a series of different challenges to see who in Skz had the best composure.

It seemed like an easy win for elegant Felix or Chan at first…but the chick didn’t feel as certain when the first game was announced.

“Each player will take a sip of water and try to hold it for as long as they can while the other members tickle them. You can only use the tools you’ve been given and be creative. Everyone will get 1 chance each. Good luck!” The staff giggled as they announced the final rule: “Only 4 members can tickle the player at a time to keep it fair.”

Everyone got flustered at that. Were they all so ticklish that only four were allowed? The rosy tints on the member’s faces only made the staff laugh harder at them. They played a round of rock, paper, scissors to decide the order.

Chan:

Chan giggled at the excited faces of his kids. Minho and Han were cracking their knuckles in a cute attempt at intimidation.

Seungmin drew a line across his neck as he looked at the leader with unfiltered glee. And oh boy, Chan was so in for it.

He sat down, suddenly acutely aware of every inch of skin that was exposed from the outfit he was given.

“Jacket off, hyung!” The kids called as Chan took a seat in the center. He already felt vulnerable, like he was surrounded by a pack of hungry hyenas.

Chan slowly took his jacket off, stalling as much as he could. That wasn’t such a smart idea though, as the kids only grew more feral the longer he took.

A sneaky hand wiggled down the cut in the back of his shirt and Chan squealed, jumping out of the chair with a shiver.

“Yah that’s cheating!” He spun around to face a giggly Minho who hopped away when Chan reached for his sides. “Just wait till it’s your turn you little menace.”

“You’re not exactly in a position to threaten me right now hyung,” Minho waggled his eyebrows at him, fingers wiggling in his direction.

Channie blushed, trying to keep still when he could swear that those stupid motions set his nerves on fire.

As soon as Chan had taken his sip of water, the kids dived in. A second later the timer started. Felix, Minho, Changbin and Hyunjin were chosen to tickle him and boy oh boy was it bad.

So what the staff had failed to specify was if the other three could help and Seungmin being the smarty pants he was, urged Han and Jeongin to each grab one of the leader’s arms and hold them away.

Chan almost spat his water when his arms were ripped away from where they were glued to his sides. Staring wide eyed at a smirking Seungmin for only a moment before the tickles overtook his body.

The four tickling him cheered at the newly exposed spots and fingers quickly wiggled into Channie’s most sensitive spots.

Minho went straight for his armpits hollering, “One shot one kill,” as he dug into the center with his thumbs, vibrating the fingers in.

Poor Chan squeezed his eyes shut, his back arching off the chair as muffled laughter escaped his throat.

Then Hyunjin and Changbin went for his sides, pressing their fingers in through the tattered edges of his crop top.

And just to add the cherry on top, Felix grabbed at his thighs, squeezing the solid flesh in a way that just shouldn’t feel so damn ticklish.

Channie’s breath hitched in his throat, his lips curling as he tried to hold back. But when Changbin leaned down to blow a raspberry, he gave in, squirting the water straight in poor Lixie’s face.

The chick squawked in surprise, scrambling away, sputtering and begging for a tissue. Chan giggled, both at the younger’s adorable reaction and Minho’s hand that still hadn’t left his pits.

He pushed them away, this time successfully managing to land a poke at the kitten’s side.

“46 seconds….” The staff announced, looking amazed. Chan himself was stunned that he’d lasted that long. He passed on round two when Minho tried to sit him back on the chair.

“Seungmin’s next!!” The puppy shifted his weight nervously, putting on a brave face when Han and Jeongin brought their faces close, looking cocky af. “Are you ready? Are you Seungminie?”

Seungmin:

“Time for revenge puppy.” Chan called, eyes glinting with an excitement that had Seungmin gulping nervously, trying to muster his bravado. He planned to spit the water out the moment the timer started. “Whatever old man.”

“Oh you are SO getting it for that.” Chan fake glared at him, imitating Seungmin by drawing a line across his throat. The puppy just poked his tongue out mockingly at him.

“We’re gonna absolutely wreck you pup. Aren’t you excited?” Minho taunted, a challenging expression on his face that Seungmin met head on.

“Do your worst, grandpa.” He retorted, but the slight quiver in his voice betrayed his nerves. Minho levelled him with a death glare that Seungmin couldn’t help but grin at despite the looming consequences.

“You have to last at least 10 seconds, or you’ll have to go a second time for a minute with everyone.” The staff couldn’t have announced this at a worse time.

Seungmin stared blanky at them for a moment before his attention snapped back to the blatantly over excited faces of his hyungs and maknae.

Maybe it wasn’t his finest idea to taunt and tease them earlier. “W-wait, hyungs, Innie! I’m sohorry— please go easy on me?”

He gave them his best puppy eyes just to be met with scoffs and smirks. Felix pushed him into the chair, presenting the cup of water with impatient eyes.

“We’ll go soooo easy on you Seungminie, don’t you worry about a thing~” Han crooned from somewhere behind him, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Sighing, Minnie took a slow sip of water, accepting his fate.

“Get ready to laugh for us babyy~” As expected Chan, Han, Felix and Minho volunteered to tickle him, while Binnie and Innie caught his hands and held them away.

When the timer started, Han went straight for Seungmin’s stomach, determined to make the younger lose. Chan and Felix went for his sides and Minho clasped his hands over the puppy’s thighs, just above his knees and squeezed.

Seungmin made a strangely warbled noise, throwing his head back and clenching his eyes shut.

But that only exposed another weak spot to Chan, who scribbled eagerly at the sides of his neck, laughing when the puppy hurried to scrunch his shoulders.

Hyunjin and Felix cackled at the pup’s predicament, loving how his eyes glared even as his body writhed from the hands toying with his worst spots.

“What’s wrong Minnie? Why aren’t you laughing for us pup? Are we not tickling you enough?” Oh, Han was evil, taunting Seungmin, who for once couldn’t say anything back.

The quokka squeezed Minnie’s side with one hand, using the other to simultaneously wiggle a finger in his navel.

Seungmin gave up immediately, spraying a targeted stream of water at Minho who gasped and froze in shock at his spot near the pup’s thighs.

Seungmin was busy laughing his head off, almost toppling off his chair at the force of his laughter.

Then rough hands were dragging him to the floor and he found a furious Minho looming over him.

He could barely get a word out to plead his case when a finger was pressed right back into his navel and a thumb dug into his upper ribs.

Seungmin howled with laughter, two of his worst spots being exploited at the same time. “Are you having fun now pup? I’m certainly enjoying this.”

“STAHA-STAHAHAP!! MINHO HYUNG PLEAHEHEASE,” but nothing he said could save him from the older’s wrath.

The others watched fondly at the pair as Minho wrecked the puppy with a straight face and twinkling boba eyes.

Seungmin squirmed and kicked his feet and screamed when Minho bent down to press a raspberry on his lower stomach, bucking up with a hysterical shriek just to come crashing back down again.

“SOHO—SOHOHORRY, I’M SORRY!! HYUNG PLEHEHEASE!” But Minho’s hands on him remained merciless.

Finally, the leader took pity on the ticklish pup and pulled Minho off him. Seungmin panted loudly, lying star fished on the floor until his breathing evened out, tears slipping down the sides of his face.

He vaguely heard the staff calling out ‘17 seconds’ and smiled in relief. He didn’t think he could take a round two after how hard he’d just been wrecked.

Hyunjin felt a chill run down his spine when their collective attention slowly diverted to their new target. This game seemed like it was designed to make him suffer.

Hyunjin:

It was going to be so easy. All it ever took were a few well-placed fingers to get the ferret to surrender. With how ticklish Hyunjin was, this was hardly a fair game.

“You got me real good didn’t you Jinnie?” Chan’s voice promised nothing good.

“Cha-Channie hyung, it’s just a game, there’s no need for revenge…” The leader smiled devilishly at that.

“Yes Jinnie, it’s all in good. fun.” The menacing tone underlying those words pretty much sealed his fate.

Felix, Seungmin, Chan and Changbin stepped forward and Hyunjin shuddered.

The timer sounded and with it began his torture. “Hold him still Innie, Hannie. I got an idea.”

Chan whispered something in Changbin’s ear and with a smirk, the dwaekki hopped over to close his hands over Hyunjin’s eyes.

Great, now he would have to deal with everything feeling ten times worse. That was just what he needed.

He was so caught up in his head when a sudden scratchy sensation began at his ribs that he very nearly shrieked.

It took everything he had to keep his lips sealed when the strange sensation only grew more insistent and started to tickle him insanely bad.

Chan wielded the backscratchers with practiced ease, digging it lightly into Jinnie’s ribs while Felix scribbled lightly at his sides. Seungmin brushed his fingers along Hyunjin’s neck and Changbin blew in his ears.

“Guys aim for his worst spots, let’s make him lose!” Seungmin chirped from the audience. “Yeah then we can all get him back in round 2!!” Han finished excitedly.

Hyunjin tried to wrench himself free from the offending touches but the hands restraining him held fast. He could barely even move around in his chair, let alone anywhere out of it.

Hyunjin wanted to hide his face. He knew he looked funny with the pained expression he probably had on, so he tugged furiously at his arms…but it didn't so much as budge.

He let out a high pitched whine, his body contorting into the strangest positions, almost making it look like he was possessed.

That earned hysterical laughter from Felix and Han, who almost let go of Hyunjin’s arm. As expected, the sensitive ferret couldn’t take much.

When one final pair grabbed at his thighs, Hyunjin gave in, spewing the water out in a warm, albeit gross stream…..straight at Chan.

The leader scrambled away with a screech as everyone laughed after him.

“Oooh 8 seconds Jinnie. So close….well you know what this means hm?” Minho’s teasing voice sent shivers down his spine. Why couldn’t he have held on for 2 more seconds?!

The poor ferret couldn’t even process what he heard, too dazed from trying to hold back his laughter even when it had tickled so bad.

Unfortunately for him, everyone else heard the announcement loud and clear. 8 seconds. So close and yet so far away. He looked pleadingly at the rest.

“It’s just two seconds! You don’t have to do this…” He tried to talk his way out of it, changing tactics when no one seemed to buy it.

“This isn’t fair! You guys cheated. You went for a death spot, what was I supposed to do?!” Hyunjin complained, a bratty tone to his voice.

“Aww, it's not our fault you’re so ticklish. Every spot is a death spot for you~” Felix teased, confirming with the staff that Hyunjin wouldn’t need to use water for this round.

The artist was promptly pulled to the floor by Seungmin, blabbing on and on about how hard he was going to wreck him.

Nervous giggles bubbled up in Hyunjin’s throat but there was no running from them. Innie’s eyes glinted with malice as he watched the older get pinned down.

“Wait! Wait! I didn’t have enough time to prepare!”

“Nuh uh, no waiting.” Minho cut off his weak protests and the seven took their places around Hyunjin, Minho sitting on his hands, Lix straddling his hips and Han sitting on his calves.

Hyunjin couldn’t move a single limb as the quokka slipped his shoes off and Lix pushed his shirt up all the way to his chest, leaving his tummy and sides gloriously bare and just waiting to be tormented.

“Pl-please be nice,” the ferret begged as a last resort, flinching when a single finger swiped up the length of his socked sole.

The moment those awful, mean hands reached his stomach, Hyunjin bucked up, his own hands trying to move to protect the weak spot but Minho’s weight held them tight.

Giggles and laughter bubbled up in his chest, the artist’s face turning pink at the relentless sensation. It was a somewhat new spot for him.

Despite being in plain sight, he wasn’t tickled there as often but it already seemed like it was going to be one of his bad spots.

“Ahahahaha, Lihixie nohoho…” He giggled cutely up at the ball of sunshine.

His attention was diverted when Hannie began scribbling up and down his feet, randomly digging in to hear the ferret squeal loudly.

“Ahah! HANNIE FAHAHAHA- NOT THERE!! PLEHEHEASE I CAHAN’T TAKE IT GODS! ” The poor artist sounded so winded, overcome by a fit of laughter as his worst spot was exploited freely.

Then Seungmin, Felix and Chan aimed at his torso, their hands all varying in technique and roughness, making Hyunjin feel light headed.

Binnie and Lix each grabbed at his thighs, squeezing and scribbling the life out of them and the artist screamed.

“NAHAHAHAHA, nohohot there! I gihive, I give!” he shrieked, desperately writhing in their grasp.

Hysterical cackles and shrieks were the only sound Hyunjin seemed able to produce in his place, somehow managing to make it to the 1 minute mark without dying.

Although in all honesty he knew that everyone had switched to softer tickles midway, not wanting to overwhelm him.

Hyunjin felt like a mess when they let him go. He was pretty certain he looked the part too, with his clothes ruffled beyond help and hair tousled crazily.

But he knew the undeniable smile and tears of mirth streaking his face would be something Stay would like so he let it go.

Han:

“Your turn Hannie~ Get ready for death!” Felix declared with a clap, leading the jittery quokka to the dreaded chair.

Of course. He had helped in wrecking everyone else before him. Karma really was a bitch. He broke free from Lix, only to be cornered by the maknae who reached over to grab at his side.

“Ah NO! You cahahan’t do thihis to mee!!” He protested feebly, trying to back away from Jeongin.

A strong arm around his waist, however, sat him easily back on the chair.

When had their little baby bread gotten so strong? The cup of water was thrust in his face and Hannie shakily took a sip.

This time Jeongin was going to keep Hannie’s hands occupied while 2racha and Seungmin stepped up, armed with feathers and 3 backscratchers.

“We’re gonna wreck you Hannie~” Chan teased, his characteristic dimpled smile blooming on his face when Han giggled sweetly up at him. He pretended to melt off the chair, dramatically reaching a hand out to an amused Minho.

But for all his enthusiastic demeanor, all he got was a soft caress over his sides. It still tickled but it wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy the mood he’d gotten just from watching Channie, Seungminie and Jinnie get tickled.

He whined, sounding distressed and Minho couldn’t help but pinch his cheeks. “Fine fine, we’ll do it for real this time.”

His words heralded chaos. Hands flitted everywhere that Hannie could imagine and it took everything in him to not burst out laughing that instant.

He didn’t want this to end just when it had gotten good! So he sat there squirming, with Innie holding his arms over and behind his head.

Hands attached to Han’s sides, another pair coming up to dig into the hollows of his armpits and Han shot up in his chair. He twisted and squirmed fruitlessly in Innie’s grip but there was no escape.

Muffled giggles flowed like a melody from his closed lips and Hannie’s cheeks puffed up, making him look more like a squirrel than ever.

The two eldest couldn’t help but coo at the adorable sight, even while Han was fighting for his life on that chair.

Then the fingers were replaced with the feathers and backscratchers, Binnie twirling and flicking at his sensitive neck and ears and cheeks, cackling away when Hannie let out frantic but subdued laughter.

Minho and Chan scraped at his thighs, sides, tummy and ribs with the tools. Basically any place they could reach at, switching between spots so fast, the poor lee malfunctioned.

His thighs were a death spot and the fact that his skin tight jeans allowed for the tools to glide easily all over the ticklish flesh only amplified the sensation that much more.

Minho leaned forwards, his breath ghosting over the quokka’s ear, making him shiver with how even that felt unbearable. “C’mon, you can last 30 seconds right Han-ah?” Lino asked hopefully.

But all the ace could do was shake his head and chant “I can’t, I can’t’ over and over in his mind, hoping that the words he couldn’t speak would somehow be conveyed to them.

So he did the next best thing, twisting away, muffled protests and pleas falling from his lips until Minho’s voice had him pausing every thought.

“I’ll tickle you so well when we get back if you get to 30 seconds,” he promised, pulling away to grin at the flustered baby. Hannie huffed through his nose but nodded slightly.

He didn’t know how he managed it but Hannie squirmed and thrashed and giggled his way through half a minute of this relentless torment.

But eventually, a sudden attack on his waist made him spray the water out. “Good boy.”

The kitten patted his head and rubbed his back as he heaved for breath, folded over the chair while his brain kept replaying the dizzying series of events that had just taken place.

He was going to get wrecked later…. Minho was going to tickle him to his heart’s content, and as much as Hannie wanted and in any way he wanted.

It was safe to say that Han.exe stopped working for a couple minutes till his brain processed that information.

And then the brightest of smiles lightened up his face, lips curving into the beautiful heart shape the members simply adored.

Next in line was a certain tsundere kitten, who glared pointedly at Hyunjin, daring him to so much as take a step in his direction.

Chan swatted at him for that, plopping him down on the chair and scolding him playfully to get ready. Minho was determined ot not give them the satisfaction of seeing him so much as cracking a smile.

Minho:

The moment the time started, the Aussie duo and Han lunged for him. With Binnie and Innie holding his arms away, Minho felt helpless.

Channie’s fingers danced all over his upper body and thighs, squeezing, scribbling, kneading and jabbing at random spots to have poor Lino squirming and kicking in his seat. His resolve crumbled almost immediately; tickles were his Achilles heel. The one thing he couldn’t stand.

“So cute~” Chan cooed, watching with growing amusement at how flustered the younger was.

He almost toppled over from all his thrashing, little squeaks and whines escaping, much to his horror.

Minho was mortally embarrassed.

All his frantic thrashing was being recorded. He just knew they weren’t going to let him live this down.

“So shy aren’t you little baby? You try to act so nonchalant, but you’re just a soft, ticklish little kitten, aren’t you?” Chan’s relentless teases had Minho’s brain short circuiting.

Even innocent Hannie and Minnie were affected, blushing red, even as their fingers still continued to run all over the older’s sensitive torso.

Chan laughed, delighted by the reaction he got. “Guys aim for his sides; he can’t take it there!”

The announcement had poor Lino is shambles. His shirt and hair were a mess and tears welled up at the corners of his squinted eyes.

More and more hands joined in at his waist, sides and tummy. Han pinched gently at his waist while Felix clawed at his belly.

At this point Minho wasn’t sure he could tell up from down, trying his best to keep in his desperate laughter. His ears shone crimson, little whimpers and held back giggles escaping now and then.

That was when Felix whipped out a backscratcher, teasingly waving it in the older’s face before moving it down and dragging it all over Minho’s thighs.

If he didn’t want to win this stupid competition, Minho knew he’d be screaming and begging now.

His thighs were a death spot and the fact that his skin tight jeans allowed for it to basically glide easily all over the ticklish flesh only amplified the sensation that much more.

For everything he handed out, Minho simply couldn’t take it.

Counting down to ten in his head, his mind just barely holding onto the numbers, he loudly gulped down the water.

Laughter rang throughout the room until he reigned in his reactions enough to yelp out a giggly, “STAHAHAP!!”

The hands lingered for a few more seconds before lifting off his now hypersensitive body, Chan offering him some water that he grudgingly accepted.

There was a smug murmur of how he couldn’t take what he dished out, Minho blushing furiously as he glared at Han, the squirrel withering away with a giggly apology.

“30 seconds!” The staff called and Minho wasn’t certain if that was right, it had felt like an eternity. He had no idea how he’d lasted so long without laughing.

Innie was next. The cute maknae, inched away from everyone until he was dragged back to the torture chair by a laughing Felix.

“Hyunjin and I will go! He’s too ticklish to handle four of us anyway.” Seungmin snickered at the red faced maknae, who threw him a dirty look for that last remark. Oh no. These two were merciless lers….. And so, it began.

Jeongin:

“Aww, always so ticklish, aren’t you little one? Does this tickle? How about here? It’s really too bad you’re going to have to take this hmm?”

Seungmin’s gloved hands were at his sides, drilling into the toned muscles with precise, torturous presses, making Innie buck up in his seat. The teases felt way worse than the tickling itself.

Jeongin really wanted the ground to swallow his whole right now. He just knew his face was so red right now.

However, he had little time to linger on his embarrassment when Hyunjin’s nails dragged over the taut skin of his collarbones, skittering left and right then up and down.

Innie threw his head back, shoes skidding and squeaking on the white floor, leaving dark marks all over. But he couldn’t care less about that.

Seungmin’s hands snuck under his shirt, running along his bare ribs and sides, lazily tracing the spots as if he had all the time in the world.

Oh that little demon puppy knew exactly how to get him. Innie shook his head, eyes shut tight as he tried his best to hold on just a little longer.

The moment he counted down from 10, Innie spewed the water all over a flabbergasted pup who pressed his fingers in in revenge, vibrating them to hear Jeongin howl with laughter.

Innie just barely managed to push him away with his weakened arms, dashing away and slumping in Hyunjin’s hold.

The older was more than happy to cuddle him. “12 seconds!” Innie sighed in relief, he’d just barely passed.

Changbin, cleared his throat loudly, eyes flitting about nervously when everyone turned to him. “Actually…I think I left the stove on. I’ll be right back!”

He tried to make a dash for the door but Chan and Innie were quicker, tackling the squirming rapper to the floor and tickling him to bits there.

“You thought you’d get away that easily after wrecking us all? Nuh uh hyung.”

Binnie squealed and pleaded, wriggling around on the floor when Chan held him down and Innie squeezed at his sides.

They let him go when the staff gestured at them, laughing at their antics.

Changbin:

Changbin sat down with a smile he didn’t care to suppress, taking a sip of water slowly at Hyunjin’s knowing look. Han and Chan volunteered to keep his arms away.

Hyunjin, Chan, Felix and Minho eagerly claimed their spots, circling Binnie like sharks. Then the timer started.

Felix targeted Binnie’s ribs with relentless pokes, Minho focusing on light, teasing strokes under his arms.

Chan and Hyunjin alternated between squeezing his knees and scribbling on his neck, leaving the poor rapper in stitches. He felt so helpless and exposed like this, with Innie and Han holding his weakened arms away.

“Is this bad Binnie? Oh, are you trying to say something?” Chan called in a sing song voice, fingers tracing all over his sensitive neck and broad shoulders.

“What! You can’t take this? That’s really too bad, isn’t it?” Hyunjin mocked from his spot at Binnie’s legs. They were ruthless.

Even the ones on the sidelines, were throwing teases and taunts his way. Felix’s fingers hovered over his torso, quickly moving over spots but not touching him yet.

And just when Changbin had thought he’d be able to handle this much… Minho and Hyunjin grabbed feathers and paintbrushes.

The artist skillfully ran the paintbrush over his upper ribs, twisting and curling the soft hair around the ridges and crevices of Binnie’s bulky body. Binnie squeaked, a cute sound that had everyone cooing at him.

He was about to explode from the sensations when Minho sunk his fingers into the pudge of his tummy.

He shut his eyes tight, shaking his head side to side but nothing he did seemed to alleviate the tingles running up his spine.

And then Felix started with the feathers, tracing them over his neck and setting every nerve it went over, tingling like a live wire.

Binnie’s body lurched to the side, away from them, his arm wrenching free from Han’s grip and clamping tightly to his side.

Giggly words sounded vaguely from his vocal cords but no matter which way he turned, the feathers and paintbrushes followed him.

And just to make it worse, Hyunjin added his fingers to the mix, digging and clawing at his sides.

The rapper gave in, spurting water everywhere as he hopped out of his seat and ran a safe distance away from the duo, folding over and rubbing at his hyper charged skin.

Residual giggles bubbled from his lips and Felix couldn’t resist sneaking behind the dwaekki and stuffing his hands up Binnie’s pits.

Changbin yelped out a laugh, once again hopping away from the smug Aussie. ”Hyung’s just like a bunny~ Aren’t you hyungie?” He teased fondly.

His timing came upto 15 seconds and Binnie’s face felt like it was on fire when everyone started to taunt him for it.

And for the final contestant… Felix couldn’t deny that anxiety had been simmering in his belly.

Felix:

“You really had a lot of fun with us…..didn’t you Lix?” Hyunjin scribbled his nails under the chick’s chin, watching adoringly when it made the younger smile brightly.

“You guys liked it~” He teased lightly, yelping when that earned him a jab to the side from a flustered Changbin.

“Aww feeling shy hyungie? You looked so cute when you were squirming around earlier. Hannie too, being all squeaky and adorable. You wanted more didn’t you, ticklish baby?”

His deep voice and the teasing lilt to it were a deadly combination. Binnie and Hannie didn’t stand a chance, the tips of their ears bleeding crimson.

“Drink.” Seungmin ordered stiffly, shoving the water in Lixie’s face before he could get everyone else. “You’re so cute puppy. Don’t worry, stays know allll about your little ‘secret’,” he taunted, laughing when Seungmin sputtered at his words.

Having had his fun, Lix took a big sip of the water, leaning back and holding his arms out without a care in the world. He knew he’d get the tickles he’d been craving all day.

Being the last had really riled up his lee mood and now he was willing to do and say just about anything if it got him the ‘punishment’ he wanted.

And with his comments earlier, he’d left quite a few of them raring to get their revenge.

The timer beeped, signaling Han, Changbin, Seungmin and Hyunjin to lunge at the chick. Han’s fingers alternated between feather-light grazes on Lixie’s sides and firm digs into his ribs.

“Still feeling brave Lix?” Felix’s initial enthusiasm vanished as fingers danced over his ribs and sides.

Hyunjin’s light touches contrasted with Seungmin’s firmer squeezes, the fusion leaving the little Aussie squealing through his zipped mouth.

Felix’s reactions were quite entertaining, the little chick trying to twist away, tugging wildly at his arms but they stayed firm, stretched up over his head and held together by one of Channie’s hands.

Lix shivered when his shirt was pulled up, giggling sweetly when Binnie ran a single finger up the curve of his spine.

Calloused fingers began skittering all over his back, digging in once they found his shoulder blades.

The chick let out a muffled scream, jerking forwards. He hadn’t expected it to tickle so much but that reaction only got Channie to pull him back by his wrists…right back into Changbin’s waiting fingers.

Felix kicked his feet, that being the only way he could relieve the tingly sensations taking over his body and threw his head back into Chan’s chest as giggles formed in his throat.

Then Seungmin lifted a hand to his torso, fingers drawing a tickly path from Lixie’s sides to his abs, then up to his ribs and right into his hollows.

A second pair of hands joined in, this time slipping under the bunched up fabric at the front and a finger circled the rim of his navel.

Lixie’s eyes snapped frantically to a smirking Hyunjin. “You seem to be enjoying this way more than any of us Lix. Got anything to say for yourself?”

Hyunjin dipped his finger in, giggling when Lix jolted in place, swirling around in his belly button as the little Aussie shook his head, giving him his best puppy eyes.

More fingers dipped into the ticklish skin of his lower ribs, and Felix couldn’t hold back as water dribbled down his chin in little rivulets, pulling with it an embarrassed squeak.

His laughter was set free. Happy, bubbly squeals of joy filled the space and the hands didn’t stop, even though the timer had.

They slowed to a stop when Chan noticed how blissed out yet tired his baby looked. Hyunjin helped him to his feet, catching the chick when his jelly legs almost gave out.

Round one concluded, Chan leading with a wide margin. They had to shift their schedules to later, everyone too exhausted to jump into the next part.

Luckily for them, their manager had already predicted as much, leading the sleepy kids back to the waiting room for some much needed rest.

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