Felix

Minho had no idea how to put a stop to the rampage.

It was fun at first. Jisung, being the clumsy boy that he is, accidentally broke one of Minho’s ceramic cat figurines. It was given to the older by Hyunjin, and the dancer adored it. Jisung felt absolutely awful, and even after being reassured by Minho that he knew it was an accident and he wasn’t mad, the producer was wracked with anxiety and guilt. For the rest of the day, he waited on Minho hand and foot. Bringing him food, doing his laundry, doing the dishes, making his bed– the list was endless. Minho couldn’t deny he found it amusing, but it had been a few days now, and he was getting worried.

Jisung was near constantly trying to do things to appease the older. The house was now spotless, and somehow the anxious squirrel continued to find things to clean. Despite the countless times Minho had said he wasn’t even remotely mad, the younger was wracked with nerves.

This wasn’t new behavior– Minho knew of his bandmate’s habits. Jisung had a crippling anxiety surrounding upsetting those around him, so when he did something wrong, he would do acts of service to appease them. Not only did it serve to make the other party happy, but it reassured Jisung that they didn’t hate him for whatever he did to upset them. For some reason, however, the anxiety seemed to be unable to dissipate.

When Minho walked into his room to find the bottom half of Jisung sticking out from under his bed, he had enough. He huffed, tapping the rapper’s knee. “Sungie-ah. What are you doing?”

Jisung’s leg kicked out, letting out a startled noise, followed by a laugh. “Ah! Hyung! It’s quite dirty under here, y’know? So much dirt and cat fur– I even found that sock you were looking for!”

“That’s great, Bug, but this is my room.” Minho sighed, shaking his head. “This is my responsibility. There’s no need for you to be cleaning in here.”

“Nonsense, Hyung.” Jisung insisted, sticking his hand out to wave the older off. “I wasn’t busy. I’m happy to do this.”

“Jisung.” The dancer snapped, making the younger tense. Minho sighed, gently rubbing flat palmed circles on the rapper’s stomach. “Stop this. I already told you I’m not mad. It was an accident. Besides– I can just get a new one. There’s no need for you to go all ‘house flipper’ on every surface available.”

It was quiet for a few moments, the only indication that Jisung hadn’t somehow fallen asleep being the way his hands poked out from under the bed, tapping patterns against the ground. “...But Hyunjin gave it to you.”

“Is that what this is about?” Minho prompted softly, shaking his head. “The fact that Hyunjinnie made it for me?”

“W-well yeah. It’s not like you can just get a new one– that one was special…and I broke it.”

“What you’re breaking is my heart, Sungie.” The older chided softly, a fond smile on his face, tapping the producer’s stomach. “Beating yourself up like this. Jinnie can make a new one.”

Jisung let out a soft giggle, squirming as much as he could under the bed, his fingers pausing their tapping. “...I guess you’re kinda right…”

“I’m always right.” Minho agreed smugly, grinning, tapping the younger’s stomach once more. “Now get out of there, silly Bug.”

“Ah– well– you see–...I’m stuck.” Jisung admitted, and Minho could practically hear the way his cheeks turned a bright pink. The dancer laughed, a wide smile on his face, tracing lazy circles across his bandmate’s stomach.

“You need help wiggling out? Been working out too much?” He teased, gently pinching up the younger’s ribs. Jisung squawked, trying to flail his arms, but the bedframe prevented much movement.

“H-hyung! Don’t y-you dare–”

“Don’t I dare what? Help you out?” Minho prompted, an evil grin curling his lips, shifting to add his second hand into the mix, fluttering all across his bandmate’s torso. “You just gonna be stuck forever?”

“Mihihin!” Jisung whined, squeaky little giggles tumbling from his lips, squirming on his back as he tried his best to wiggle free. Not being able to see the playful attacks was making the feeling worsen, an army of butterflies swirling around in his stomach, his cheeks flaming red. “Quihihit!”

“You seem to still be stuck.” Minho mused, shifting his focus to the rapper’s legs. He used one hand to spider his fingers across the younger’s kneecap, the other squeezing up and down the muscle of his thigh. Jisung shrieked, kicking his leg out, nearly kneeing the dancer in the face.

“EHEHEHVIL!! E-EVIL EHEHEVIL–” He babbled, bubbly laughter pouring from his lips, his hands gripping the edge of the bedframe. Minho snickered, pleased, returning his focus to the rapper’s toned stomach. He tugged his shirt up, beginning to gently scratch his nail along the edge of his belly button.

“C’mon, little bug.” Minho cooed teasingly, enjoying the way Jisung squeaked and squirmed, hips bucking as he tried to free himself. “You can do better than that.”

“Tihihickles!” Was all Jisung could get out, his giggles turning high pitched and breathy, kicking his feet out. Minho laughed, nodding along, wiggling his finger in the younger’s belly button, enjoying the way it made his laughter get even louder.

“I bet it does. If only there was a way you could escape…” He sighed dramatically, shaking his head. Minho then leaned down, his breath ghosting across the producer's stomach, holding back a laugh when Jisung went completely still.

“Y-Yknow, I actually q-quite like it under here, s-so there’s no n-need to–” Jisung sputtered, his hands tapping against the ground, but he was cut off when Minho took a deep breath, blowing a raspberry right against his hip. He shrieked, his hips bucking fiercely, loud laughter tumbling from his lips. “FUHUHUHCK!”

“Y’know, it’s incredible you haven’t wiggled free yet.” Minho giggled, placing a little kiss above his belly button, turning his head to look in the direction of the younger’s face. “I wonder how much more I’ll need to–” He froze, trailing off, causing Jisung to calm down as well.

“W-what?” Jisung prompted nervously, breathing hard, a bright smile plastered across his face. Minho slowly reached to the side, finger extended, and placed it on top of Jisung’s chest. His…very much not trapped chest, with at least an inch of room for the rapper to shuffle out. Perfectly able to free himself the entire time.

“...Busted, gigglebug.” Minho whispered, an evil grin curling at his lips.

Jisung went a brilliant red, shifting to try and look at the older, butterflies swirling in his stomach. “W-wait– Hyung– I can– I can explain–”

“House cat.” Seungmin sneered, his eyes playful, poking at the older’s cheek. Minho wrinkled his nose, swatting the offending hand away.

“Dog breath.” The dancer shot back, shuffling away.

“Little psycho.”

“Manhandling junkie.”

“Salty bitch.”

“Ear piercing siren.”

Seungmin bristled, his competitive side rearing its head. He was a ragebaiter at heart, and he originally started this feud to simply annoy his hyung. Now, however, it was about getting the last word in. “Heartless, emotionless, stone cold bastard.” He shot back, grinning victoriously when he was met with silence. His joy was…short lived.

Minho opened his mouth, then shut it, clear hurt flashing behind his eyes. He calmly grabbed his phone off the counter, pulled his jacket on, and glided towards the front door; only pausing to throw a clipped “You win.” over his shoulder. The slam of the door shutting was followed by tense, deafening silence.

Fucking dammit.

Every part of Seungmin’s body screamed to follow after the older and apologize, but he knew it would be ineffective. He had a rule of thumb he used whenever any of his bandmates were actually angry: give them thirty minutes to stew, then try again. It let the fiery bits of anger and hurt fizzle out, let them think over the situation, and left them more open to comfort.

So Seungmin waited.

Han was using the Minsung apartment for a 3racha recording/writing session, so the vocalist knew Minho was unlikely to throw himself in that environment when he was so upset. Seungmin’s best course of action was to wait for the older to return, or try to call him after his self-imposed waiting period was over. Just as he was about to open the door to try and see wherever Lino went, the door opened on its own– revealing a puffy eyed and blank faced dancer.

“Hyung.” Seungmin whispered, his throat tightening at the knowledge that he was the cause of such emotions.

“Seungmin-ssi.” Minho replied cooly, brushing past his bandmate and through the door.

Okay…ouch. Deserved, but ouch.

“Hyung, please.” The puppy murmured, trailing after the older with his metaphorical tail between his legs. “You know I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No– I get it.” The cat hummed in a tone of voice that made Seungmin’s stomach twist into knots. “I’m just not like the others. I’m the freak with a cavern where his heart should be.”

Minho had every right to be upset, but the dramatics made him roll his eyes. Seungmin knew the older knew he loved him, and while he was allowed to be hurt by his words, he was completely brushing off any attempt at an apology in favor of further guilting the younger. Seungmin huffed, grabbing his bandmate by his shoulders and spinning him around, too worked up to laugh at the bewildered expression on the dancer’s face.

“Enough with that. You know damn well that’s not true. You are an incredibly sweet, caring, and thoughtful person– you just have a weird way of showing it. You’re weird, but we love you for it. I love you. You hear me? Hm? I, Kim Seungmin, love you, Lee Minho, because you’re my family.” He stated firmly, poking his finger at Minho’s chest. Seungmin himself had no room to talk– even declarations like this were difficult to verbalize, but he needed to get the point across. When silence followed his words, he pulled the older into a tight hug, burying his face in his shoulder.

Please please please…

Slowly, arms wrapped around him in return. Seungmin let out a sigh, nearly collapsing with relief, only tightening his hold on his bandmate. Hands rubbed up and down his back, allowing him to relax further. Traveling up and down, around the expanse of his shoulders, and…around his sides, curling against his ribs. He yelped, pulling his head up to be met with a teasing smirk and mischievous eyes.

Oh good– Minho’s back to normal.

…Oh no. Minho’s back to normal.

“Hm…I might think that was a really sweet and heartfelt apology…” The dancer hummed, one arm tight around the younger’s waist, the other free hand beginning to pinch up and down his side. “But unfortunately, I’m a stone cold bastard, so I don’t really care.”

“H-hyung!” Seungmin whined, his cheeks blooming a lovely shade of red, trying to squirm out of the cat’s grip. The arm held fast, the free hand now slipping beneath his shirt to travel across his stomach.

“Shame, isn’t it?” Lino sighed dramatically, his grin widening as Seungmin coughed and sputtered, desperately trying to fight back his embarrassing reactions. He then abruptly tossed the younger back onto the couch, following suit to straddle his legs and pin his hands above his head. His free hand then moved to massage up and down the vocalist’s thighs, digging into the sensitive muscle.

“Nahahaha! Shihihit! T-That’s sohohoho b-bad you ahahasshole–” Seungmin hissed, trying to jerk away, but his captor held fast, clearly pleased by his descent into giggles.

“Aww, look at that pretty smile.” Minho cooed, moving his hand to flutter teasingly at the younger’s neck, tracing all along his ears and collarbone. “Too bad I’m so heartless. Might’ve enjoyed it.”

“Cheheater!” The vocalist retorted, feeling his cheeks burn with embarrassment. His smile had always been a weak spot, and the older damn well knew that. Seungmin let out a sigh of relief when the hand pulled away, but he quickly tensed up once more as he felt his shirt being pulled up. “No…”

“Yes.” Minho grinned, raising his hand above the puppy and forming a claw with his fingers. He then gave a dramatic gasp, beginning to lower his hand as his fingers wiggled in the air. “Oh no! Minnie! It’s the Claw!”

“D-don’t you fucking dare–” Seungmin sputtered, his eyes going wide, a vibrant blush creeping up his neck. “I s-said I was sorry!”

“Poor thing.” The dancer tsked, shaking his head, his hand steadily lowering. “Another victim of the Claw. I would help, but…unfortunately, I’m heartless.”

“I-I get it, okay? I’m sorry, a-and I’ll never d-do it again, and I already apologized I don’t k-know whatmoreyouwantfromme–” Words were rapidly spilling from his mouth, his eyes going wide as he saw the hand mere inches away from him. He sucked his stomach in, hoping to delay the inevitable while pleas fell endlessly from his lips. “T-this is so childish!”

“Isn’t it just?” Minho mused, his smile softening for a brief moment as he admired his flustered, squirming bandmate. He had gotten over his hurt from the situation, and he could tell the younger was truly deeply remorseful. However, he wouldn’t be Lee Minho if he didn’t get his sweet revenge. “Closer and closer…hungry for sensitive little tummies…”

“B-bastard– I never s-should’ve apologized to– HYUHUHUNG NOHOHO!” Seungmin shrieked, helplessly tugging at his wrists as Minho’s hand descended upon him, clawing playfully at his stomach and vibrating his fingers into the muscle. He tried to arch away from the tortuous feeling, but he only served to press himself further into the older’s hand. “IMSORRYIMSORRYIMSOHOHORRY!”

“Hm…are you really sorry?” Minho teased lowly, raising an eyebrow, swirling his finger in the vocalist’s belly button.

“YEHEHES!”

The dancer finally took mercy, releasing his hold on Seungmin’s wrists and removing his hand, sitting back to admire his work. The vocalist took in heaving breaths, his arms glueing themselves to his stomach, cheeks flushed a cherry red. He tried to glare at Minho, but it only came out as a giddy smile.

“R-remind me to…never t-try to bait you again…” Seungmin wheezed, feeling the residual tingles spark across his body. Minho laughed, nodding along, leaning down to press a kiss to the younger’s cheek, enjoying the way it seemed to only further fluster him.

“Welcome…to Kim Seungmin’s Cave of Wonders.”

Chan let out a soft laugh, taking in the sight of said ‘Cave of Wonders’. The leader was on the floor of the living room, laid out across a comforter, surrounded by various pillows and stuffed animals with a blanket draped a few feet above his head. Seungmin was sat beside him, dramatically waving his arms about as he presented his creation.

“This is a blanket fort.” Chan pointed out, turning back to the vocalist with an amused smile.

“Cave of Wonders.” Seungmin corrected, fixing the older a stern look. He then took a deep breath, resuming his arm waving and wiggling his fingers in the air. “I sense you are…troubled. Under the stress of perhaps a job related concern.”

“Minnie-ah, you know I’m struggling with the comeback.” The producer snickered, highly amused by the dramatics. Seungmin narrowed his eyes, then looked away from him as he continued the play of this persona.

“I sense you are insulting Kim Seungmin’s Cave of Wonders and he does not appreciate it.”

“Fine, fine.” Chan relented, folding his hands across his stomach, nodding along. “Yes, I’m stressed.”

“Mm…” Seungmin nodded slowly, swirling his hands in the air above Chan, brows pinched in faux concentration. “Close your eyes.”

Chan let out a sigh, closing his eyes, trying his best to stay in the moment. This healing-psychic character Seungmin was playing was a bit weird, but he wasn’t about to shoot down the younger’s fun. It wasn’t truly doing any harm. “Okay…now what?”

“I am going to pull the negative energy from your soul. I will– don’t laugh.” Seungmin scolded, glaring, but it didn’t do much to the leader’s closed eyes. The vocalist took a deep breath, moving his hands to tug up the older’s shirt. “I will cleanse you of these feelings of stress.”

“And my shirt needs to come up because…?”

“Don’t question Kim Seungmin.”

“Right.”

“You will leave the Cave of Wonders feeling stress free and light.” Seungmin continued on, allowing a playful smile to curve at his lips. It’s fine– Chan can’t see him anyway. He began to gently trail his fingers down the leader’s arms, watching the goosebumps rise in their wake. “Feel the negativity float away from your body…”

Chan flexed his fingers, internally grateful it was relatively dark in the blanket fort because he could feel his ears start a slow journey of turning bright red. A shy smile tugged at his lips, letting out a controlled breath as he forced himself to keep still. “Y-yeah. I can feel it leaving.”

“Good, good.” The vocalist hummed, a fond look in his eyes as he observed his bandmate becoming increasingly flustered. He moved his hands upwards, gently tracing the shell of his ears and down his neck. Chan jolted, his shoulders hiking upwards, a goofy smile growing on his face.

“Minnie…” Chan whined, biting his lip as he shied away from the touch. Seungmin tsked playfully, gently pushing the leader’s shoulders back down.

“The negative energy is fighting back.” Seungmin murmured gravely, shaking his head. “You must resist.”

“You’re so stupid. What is this supposed– Seungmin!” Chan squeaked, his eyes flying open as he felt the puppy’s fingers start to dance across his stomach, sending flustering sparks across his body. Seungmin grinned, waving a hand at him, then continuing to lightly claw at the older’s abs.

“Close your eyes! You’re not taking the treatment very well.” He scolded playfully, beaming when Chan slumped in defeat, closing his eyes, clearly fighting not to push the younger away.

“I should’ve known.” Chan grumbled, bringing a hand up to hide the bright smile on his face, the muscles of his stomach jumping at every new touch. “You’re just using this as an excuse to attack me.”

“‘Attack’ is such a harsh word.” The vocalist mused, changing tactics as he slowly worked his way up; walking his fingers up Chan’s ribs, then lightly pinching on their descent. The leader made an odd noise, screwing up his face, but quickly melted into soft, bubbly giggles. “I think you’re just avoiding the word ‘tickle’ because you’re shy.”

“A-am nohohot– hey!” Chan yelped, his arm coming rocketing down to attach to his side when Seungmin stuck his fingers in his armpit, spidering into the hollows. The puppy grinned, using his free hand to start squeezing up and down his thighs, keeping his touch light and playful as the older squirmed beneath him.

“It’s okay, dear soul. Kim Seungmin is always there to lend a hand to those who are too embarrassed to admit they enjoy things.” Seungmin hummed, his chest blooming with warmth as he admired his bandmate. Chan had been so stressed lately; barely sleeping, skipping meals, locking himself in the studio, and snapping at other members. Seeing him now– flushed, giggly, and smiling without care– it felt wonderful.

“Ihihi t-think yohohou h-have ulterior mohohotives.” Chan retorted, letting out a particularly loud squeak when Seungmin pinched just above his knee.

“Nonsense.” The younger insisted, grinning. He slowly removed his hands, flexing his fingers as he readied himself. “Now– keep your eyes closed. I must perform one last act to ensure the negative energy will not return.”

Chan nodded, pursing his lips as he tried to fight back the smile on his face, his skin feeling tingly and butterflies rushing around in his stomach. “G-good. Excellent.”

A few moments of silence went by, making the leader antsy. What was Seungmin planning? Why was he waiting so long? He drummed his fingers against the blanket, debating if he should open his eyes. “Minnie? What are you– NAHAHA!”

While Chan had been stewing in his thoughts, Seungmin quietly leaned down, waiting for the perfect time to strike. When the leader started talking, he took a deep breath, blowing a loud raspberry right above his belly button. Chan lost it– his eyes flying open as he sat up, loud laughter flowing from his lips. Torn between not wanting to hurt the younger and needing to shove him away, he just threw his arms out, wrapping Seungmin in a tight hug, burying his face against his back as he laughed.

“H-holy shihit…you little brat.”

“The treatment was successful.” Seungmin replied, grinning, leaning back against the leader. Chan pulled his head up, trying to glare at him, but simply ended up smiling back. He let out a dramatic sigh, adjusting the younger to sit more properly in his lap.

“How much do I owe for such a service?” He teased lowly, brushing the bangs from the vocalist’s eyes. Seungmin tapped his chin, pretending to think.

“Mm…usually I demand that you give me your first born, but I already have Bin-hyung. I’ll give you a family discount– you owe me one bowl of blueberries.” The younger decided, looking quite pleased with himself. Chan laughed, nodding along, pressing a kiss to the side of his head.

“You drive a hard bargain, but I’ll deliver.” The older agreed, a fond smile curving his lips. “Thank you, Minnie. You’re very kind.” He added on, giggling when Seungmin blushed and looked away.

“I was only nice because I need a five star review on yelp.”

Hyunjin was lonely.

Changbin, his lovely roommate and wife, had gone out with Felix and Jeongin to hit up some bars. He had invited Hyunjin to come along, but the dancer had declined. He wanted company, just…not drunk company. Plus, Felix and Jeongin tended to bring out the waterworks a few drinks in, and Hyunjin really didn’t feel like dealing with that.

To pass the time, the ferret decided to watch the most recent “RachaLog” that had come out. Changbin and Jisung failing to cook for Chan while the leader stressed and watched in horror. It was good– he loved seeing his bandmates joke around like the family they were. There was one instance, however, that caught his attention.

“Why don’t you guys come over for dinner anymore?” Chan whined playfully, smoothing his hands over the table. Just a dad missing his kids.

Yeah…Chan would work.

So Hyunjin packed a small bag, walked over to the older’s apartment, throwing the door open with no warning. Most people might think his impromptu visit was rude without first notifying the leader, but Chan looked positively delighted when he walked through the door. He instantly pulled the younger into a hug, asking a million questions of “how have you been doing?”, “Did you come to visit your hyung?”, “Are you hungry?”, “What have you been up to?” Hyunjin giggled, filled with warmth at the affection, and told the older he was in fact hungry.

The dancer watched fondly as the leader shuffled around the kitchen, practically vibrating with excitement to see one of his bandmates seek him out. Chan was humming to himself, dutifully setting up all his materials, and Hyunjin saw an opportunity.

Simply being around the producer was already making him feel better, but there was one specific thing he was craving, and he knew if he annoyed Chan just right, he would get it. He put on his most innocent smile, walking into the kitchen to begin helping, but…he was fantastically unhelpful. Hyunjin had to restrain himself as he watched Chan malfunction, torn between wanting to let him help and kicking him out as the dancer clanged pots together and spilled salt across the counter.

“Jinnie– ah…hyung can handle it.” Chan interrupted, looking physically pained when Hyunjin filled a pot with water, getting his sleeves wet in the process. The dancer flashed him a warm smile, playfully shaking his head.

“What? I can help! I’m great in the kitchen.” He insisted, setting the pot down rather roughly, making the water slosh around. He glanced over at the leader, unable to help the giggle that escaped him at Chan’s exasperated expression.

Shit.

Chan blinked, confused, then his smile morphed into something playful, quirking an eyebrow as he situated a hand on his hip. “Do you really believe that, or are you trying to be a nuisance while I’m so kindly cooking a meal for you?”

“Hyung! How could you say such things!” Hyunjin gasped, unable to keep the giant dorky smile off his face as he poured salt into the water, spilling some off the side. “I’m a fantastic cook.”

“You’re a fantastic disaster.” Chan retorted, shaking his head fondly, stepping forward to shoo the younger away. “Get out. Go sit down.”

“No! I wanna help.” The dancer insisted, spinning around to avoid the leader, moving to grab a carrot and a peeler, sending the carrot shavings flying all across the counter as he worked. Chan let out a playful growl, coming up behind him and wrapping his arms around his waist, lifting him away from the counter. Hyunjin shrieked, delighted, throwing the peeler and carrot back onto the counter.

“Out, you little menace.” Chan instructed, setting him down away from the counter. Hyunjin made a break for the poor vegetables once more, and Chan was quick to scoop him up again. “Not leaving? Fine.” He dug his fingers into the ferret’s ribs, dancing up and down his sides as he held him close.

Hyunjin yelped, squirming, and quickly dissolved into giggles, his cheeks flushing a pretty pink. “Hyuhuhung!”

Chan grinned, watching as the younger half heartedly fought against him, nuzzling against his cheek. “What? Is this not what you wanted, hm? A reaction because you’re being a nuisance?”

“Ihihi w-was hehehelping out o-of thehehe k-kindess–” The dancer squeaked, his arms rocketing down as Chan shoved his teasing fingers into his armpit. Unfortunately, the leader’s free arm was still wrapped around him and pinching at his ribs, so his arms were unable to flatten to protect himself.

“Helping? You call that helping? Look at this.” Chan sighed playfully, nodding his head to the mess of the kitchen counter. Salt, water, and carrot shavings decorating the previously clean space. “This is a mess.” He nosed at the back of the younger’s neck, grinning when Hyunjin scrunched his shoulders up in response, his giggles sweet and bubbly.

“I-I’m sohohorry!” Hyunjin squeaked out, crumpling when Chan squeezed his thigh, but the leader held him upright, enjoying the mischievous ferret’s undoing.

“No you’re not.” The leader sighed playfully, releasing his captive only to start chasing him out of the kitchen, poking at any available skin he could reach. Hyunjin yelped, giggles tumbling from his lips, and scrambled to shuffle backwards, weakly swatting at the offending hands.

“I-I ahaham! I’ll s-stahahahay o-out!” He sputtered, squawking as the back of his knees hit the couch, causing him to fall backwards. Chan’s hands descended upon his stomach, clawing at every inch he could reach as the dancer giggled helplessly and pushed at his hands. The leader then tore up his shirt, pressing a firm kiss to his stomach, then his cheek, then his forehead. He straightened up, leaning back to admire the flushed, giggly state he left his bandmate in.

“Stay here.” Chan instructed, grinning from ear to ear, playfully pointing a finger at him. “And do not come back into the kitchen until I tell you.”

“Ehehe…y-yes, hyung.” Hyunjin murmured, dazed with giddiness, sporting a bright smile as he curled in on himself. Chan gave a pleased hum, leaning down one last time to plant a final kiss on his forehead, then making his way back to the kitchen.

“Good. Can’t have my favorite ferret going hungry.” He declared playfully grinning. Hyunjin gave a dramatic whine, throwing his arms up.

“Hyung! I’m the only ferret-person you know.”

“That’s what you think.”

“Seungminnie~”

Dear God.

Seungmin loved his leader– really, he did– but Chan was in one of his moods. The ones where he was practically bursting with love and adoration, and couldn’t restrain himself from smothering the nearest bandmate in affection. It was sweet, yes, but embarrassing. Seungmin was twenty three– how did it look to see him get babied like a ten year old with his overly protective father?

The vocalist tried his best to escape, but it was a fruitless endeavor. Chan found him in record time, dragging him to his room, putting on a background tv show while he attached himself to the younger’s side, babbling adoring praises. Adorable, yes, but embarrassing.

“Hyung. Hyung please.” Seungmin pleaded weakly, his ears burning red from the endless stream of compliments.

“What? Too good for me, hm? Too good for your hyung’s love?” Chan huffed playfully, releasing the younger to give him an amused look. Seungmin rolled his eyes, crossing his arms, trying his best to keep a stern look on his face.

“I’m twenty three, hyung. I’m an adult. You can’t just…treat me like a child.” The vocalist protested, pressing his lips into a thin line. “Calling me puppy all the time, coddling me– it’s embarrassing.”

Chan frowned, tilting his head, moving his hand to gently brush the bangs from Seungmin’s eyes. “I know you’re an adult, Seungmin-ah– I never meant it to feel that way. I just…I love all of you so much. You’re my everything. I don’t know what else to do with myself.”

Bastard.

“Aw…hyung…” Seungmin groaned, covering his face with his hands. Of course Chan had to say some stupidly sappy, incredibly meaningful shit to melt all his reservations. “You’re so annoying.”

“Excuse me?” Chan gasped playfully, grabbing a nearby pillow, playfully swatting the younger with it. Seungmin squawked, flailing his arms to defend himself, a stupid smile curving his lips. “I give my love to you, and you insult me? Brat.”

“Get– get away. You’re still stupid.” Seungmin sputtered, fighting back the childish laughter that bubbled up in his chest, making a grab for the pillow. He latched on, sporting a victorious grin, but Chan was quick to retaliate. He tugged the pillow upwards, pulling Seungmin’s arms up with it, and used his free hand to claw at the younger’s stomach, making Seungmin instantly release the pillow.

“Y’know, for someone who’s so old and mature, you sure are sensitive.” Chan cooed, tossing the pillow aside to add his second hand, vibrating his teasing fingers against the muscle of the younger’s stomach. Seungmin squeaked, fumbling to push the older’s hands away, a bright smile overtaking his face as his cheeks steadily grew redder.

“You– q-quit that! You’re s-such– such a child!” He whined, biting down hard on the inside of his cheek to try and keep from laughing, but he could feel his resolve slipping.

“Maybe. But so are you.” The leader teased back, grinning, now taking the time to walk his fingers up and down the vocalist’s ribcage, paying special attention to his sensitive lower ribs. Chan had learned, due to several previous attacks, that the sweet spot on his sides was to shoot for the lower ribs, but hone in on the parts where it was starting to wrap around to his back. It killed every time.

“Hyuhuhung!” Seungmin sputtered, sweet, bubbly giggles falling from his lips as he thrashed, trying to curl his legs up to protect himself. Chan squeezed his knee, making his legs shoot back down with a squeak, then continued poking all over his torso.

“Say you love me.” The producer instructed cheekily, shifting to drill his thumbs into the hollows of the vocalist’s hips, pushing him down into the mattress. “And that I’m not stupid, and you love it when I baby you.”

“Thahahat’s t-too muhuhuch!” Seungmin retorted, his laughter kicking up in volume at the new focus, cackles filling the room. He kept trying to bring his legs up, and Chan kept retaliating by squeezing his legs. He’d try to push the older’s hands away, but Chan would make him pull his arms back by wiggling his fingers in his armpits. Hell.

“Better get talking.” Chan hummed, tugging up the younger’s shirt, blowing a loud raspberry against the side of his stomach. Seungmin shrieked, trying to curl onto his side, desperate laughter seeming never ending.

“I-I lohohove yohohou! Ahahand y-you’re nohohot– f-fuck!” He fought to curl in on himself, his cheeks sore from how widely he was smiling, barely able to think over the constant jolts across his skin. “Nohohot s-stupid! I lohohove– nahahah n-not thehehere!”

Chan snickered, pleased, and slowed his hands, instead rubbing flat palmed circles on the poor vocalist’s stomach. “Close enough.” He concluded, leaning down to kiss the puppy’s forehead. Seungmin panted, flustered, and shifted to sit up, crawling into Chan’s lap, wrapping his arms around the leader and hiding his face in his shoulder.

“...Mean.” He mumbled, highly embarrassed, content to hide himself no matter how childish it might look to an outside viewer. The producer chuckled, wrapping his arms around the younger, rubbing up and down his back.

“Hyung is sorry. I just love you so much.” Chan murmured back, rubbing his cheek against the side of the vocalist’s head. “My sweet Minnie.”

“Hmph…fine.” Seungmin grumbled back, pressing his shy smile to the leader’s shoulder. “But you’re treating me to dinner like a good hyung.”

“Han Jisung.”

The producer jumped, his eyes wide as he turned to face the source of such a snarl. Kim Seungmin was standing in the doorway to his room, positively seething.

“Show it to me.” The vocalist demanded, stomping over to the older. Jisung flailed, highly confused, clutching the notebook he was scribbling in tight to his chest.

“S-show you what?” He managed to get out, still baffled by this burst of passion. Seungmin scowled, jabbing his finger at the notebook held securely to his core.

“The song. I know you have it.” The younger accused, his eyes alight with fiery passion.

“Minnie-ah– I have like– eight billion songs in this notebook and on my laptop. You’ll have to be more specific.” Jisung protested weakly, fidgeting with the well loved edges of the worn lyric book. What song could possibly have Seungmin so worked up?

“Our Stars.” Seungmin hissed back, instantly making the older pale.

Shit.

Seungmin caught onto his reaction, now invigorated, and pressed forward, leaning into Jisung’s space, looking like he was about to burst at the seams. “Oh, so you remember? The song that you’ve been working on in secret? That you neglected to tell me? The one you wrote as a duet between the two of us, in my favorite style to sing, with notes perfectly in my range, that you’ve been hiding from me? You remember now?”

Jisung let out a nervous laugh, feeling his ears burn with guilt, trying to flash the younger a smile. “Hiding? Wha– psh– that– I wouldn’t say hiding, I just–”

“Sabatoge.” Seungmin declared, lurching forward as he tackled the rapper, intent on retrieving the notebook. Jisung squawked, scrambling to flip onto his stomach, hiding the book beneath himself. Hah! Take that.

“Hey! B-back off! This notebook is personal.” The squirrel insisted, flustered, which was only partially true. A lyric book was incredibly special to a musician, but Jisung had never been this protective over it from the members.

“Oh, you think that will stop me?” Seungmin grinned, immediately latching his hands onto the older’s sides, vibrating his fingers against his ribcage. Jisung shrieked, trying to shake him off as Seungmin took the opportunity to try and snatch the book from his grasp. Jisung quickly flattened back down, his heart racing as he realized exactly what kind of fight this would be.

“Quit! That’s cheheheating!” Jisung whined, his protest breaking off into giggles when Seungmin resumed his attack, pinching up and down his sides as the older wriggled beneath him. The vocalist smirked, pleased to see his plan working, moving his thumbs to drill into his shoulder muscles.

“All’s fair in love and war.” He hummed, snickering when Jisung shrieked in response, loud laughter pouring from a heart shaped smile.

“Nohoho! C-cmohohon!” Jisung pleaded, trying his best to fight the younger off without removing his hands from the notebook. Seungmin rolled his eyes, thoroughly enjoying himself. Poor Sungie, thinking he stands a chance.

Jisung was holding out surprisingly well, keeping the book firmly hidden, but Seungmin was growing impatient. He feathered his fingers along the producer’s sides, up by his neck, down into his armpits; keeping him giggly and guessing. He then abruptly latched his hand onto the older’s hip, digging his thumb into the hollow of the bone, earning a yelp and a peal of laughter from his companion. Jisung rolled onto his side, unable to resist defending the area, and Seungmin took the opportunity to flip him fully onto his back. Jisung’s eyes went wide, his mouth opening to plead for mercy, but Seungmin had heard enough talk. He clawed mercilessly at the older’s stomach, smirking as Jisung thrashed and babbled, curling in on himself like a little bug. The producer’s hands left the notebook– just for a moment– and Seungmin snatched it from his clutches.

“There. Was that so hard?” He hummed casually, as if Jisung wasn’t flushed and giggling beside him, looking dazed. Seungmin thumbed through the pages, finally stopping on one titled Our Stars.

It was…covered in red pen marks.

The lyrics underneath, the ideas for the rhythm and part division– it was all beautiful. However, it was near impossible to make out with the amount of red ink scratched overtop. “Minnie wouldn’t like this”, “not good enough”, “better bridge 4 min”, “garbage– not enough for seung vocals”. Seungmin slowly turned his gaze back to his bandmate, seeing Jisung now beet red and looking anywhere but the younger.

“It…wasn’t finished.” Jisung mumbled, looking highly embarrassed. “F-finished enough, I guess. I wanted…I really wanted you to like it.”

“Ji…” Seungmin sighed, annoyed at both himself and the older’s insecurities. He carefully set the notebook aside, situating himself beside Jisung and roughly tugging the rapper against himself; Jisung’s back pressed against his chest. “You’re dumb.”

“Minnie.” Jisung whined, blushing furiously, but he looked pleased by the hug. “I wanted you to really like it.”

“Taking that much time and effort, revising over and over for a duet for me?” Seungmin huffed, pressing his forehead against Jisung’s back. The physical contact and gooey words with his bandmates never failed to make his insides squirmy, but he held fast. “I would’ve liked it at any stage. I…I am honored that you thought of me for a duet.”

“...So polite.” Jisung teased lowly, trying to twist around to see how red the younger’s face would get at the compliment. Seungmin pinched his hip in retaliation, hiding a beaming smile behind his hoodie.

“Don’t mistake me. I still think you’re dumb.” He grumbled, trying to save the last shreds of his carefully crafted nonchalance.

“Fighting words, Seungmin-ah.” Jisung taunted back, grinning, still making an effort to twist around.

“Not if you’re going to keep putting up that pathetic attempt of a fight.”

Hyunjin was using his off day to his fullest potential.

Trip to the spa with a begrudging Seungmin, working out with Changbin, watching a movie with Jisung, and finally ending his day off by cuddling with Felix– the younger presently asleep in his lap. What could possibly be better?

“My my, what do we have here?” Minho mused playfully, rounding the corner into the living room to see Hyunjin and Felix sat in front of the couch, discreetly snapping a picture of the pair. Hyunjin beamed, pleased, running his fingers through the blonde’s hair.

“Relaxing as the universe intended.” The dancer hummed, pleased to see the older take a seat beside them.

Minho nodded along, a rare soft expression on his face as he reached over, brushing the hair out of Hyunjin’s eyes. “Good, Hyun-ah. I’m glad you’re actually taking a break. Looks like Bookie needed one too.” He snickered, his eyes falling to the sleeping rapper curled up in his counterpart’s lap.

“He did.” Hyunjin agreed, leaning into the dancer’s touch with a low hum. “Been trying my best to make time for everyone while we have the chance.”

“You’re so mature.” The cat teased lowly, brushing his fingers against the younger’s cheek. Hyunjin giggled, squirming away, reaching a hand up to bat the offending fingers away.

“Quit it! You’re going to make me wake up Lix.” He huffed, wrinkling his nose at the older. Minho grinned, mischief alight behind his eyes. He let his hand travel downward, beginning to prod at the dancer’s side.

“Yeah? Better not wiggle around too much, then, little ferret.” He mused, giggling at the look of mock betrayal on his bandmate’s face.

“Traitor!” Hyunjin whined playfully, trying to keep his voice low, biting the inside of his cheek as he fought to ignore the tingling feeling at his side. “I’m not gonna wake him.”

And, well, Minho was never one to back down from a challenge, was he?

He wiggled one hand against Hyunjin’s neck, fingers brushing delicately over the sensitive skin, using his other hand to slip under the younger’s shirt and lightly spider against his stomach. Hyunjin jolted, letting out a low hiss as he tried to still himself, his cheeks staining a dark pink. Felix grumbled, making them both freeze, but he merely adjusted his position and resumed his gentle snoring. Minho grinned, victorious, and continued his playful torture.

“Lixie has been working so hard, hasn’t he?” The cat hummed conversationally, delighting in the way Hyunjin tried to muffle his giggles behind his hand, struggling not to escape the teasing touch. “Good thing he can trust in Hyunjinnie to be a good pillow for him.”

“Ehehevil.” Hyunjin giggled quietly, his hands gripping his shirt to try and ground himself. The maddening, gentle little touches across his skin were driving him up a wall, and it took everything in his power not to throw Felix off his lap and scramble away. “E-evil ehehevil.”

“Yes, it is.” Minho sighed, nodding along, switching tactics to start pinching at the muscle at the junction in between his neck and shoulders, forming his second hand into a claw and vibrating it against Hyunjin’s stomach. “The possibility of Lixie’s nap being interrupted when he’s so tired. We wouldn’t want that to happen, would we?”

Hyunjin squeaked, flinching hard as he tried to curl in on himself, his legs briefly trying to come up, then flattening back down. He slapped a hand over his mouth, trying to muffle the sounds, watching as Felix stirred once more, but did not wake. “Hyung!” He whisper-yelled, leaning sideways to try and evade the cat, a bright, shy smile plastered on his face. “Nohoho!”

“Poor Hyunnie, so, so sensitive.” He cooed, leaning closer as he kept up his attack, nosing against the younger’s cheek to tease him further. “Unable to keep still to save his life.” Minho then slid his hand downwards, finding that perfect little dip in his hip, drilling his thumb into the hollow.

It…may have been a little ambitious.

Hyunjin shrieked, his laughter flowing out unrestrained as he bucked his hips, spasming to curl in on himself. Felix slid off of his lap, looking disgruntled as he blinked at the pair, both frozen as they stared at the newly awoken rapper.

“What’re you doing?” He grumbled, half heartedly working to fix his hair, his voice thick with sleep. Minho, at least, had the decency to look guilty, pulling his hands away from the giggling dancer.

“Sorry, Bookie, Hyunjin didn’t mean to wake you.” He murmured, earning him an elbow to the side from the flustered ferret.

“Hyung was torturing me.” He whined dramatically, flopping back against the legs of the couch. “I tried to stop him.”

“Mm…well…keep it down.” Felix grumbled, moving to now lay across both of their laps, letting his eyes fall shut once more. The two captives shared a look, unable to muster up any emotion other than fondness for the younger.

“I suppose I can spare an hour.” Minho admitted, gently running his fingers through the rapper’s hair, his eyes soft. Hyunjin snickered, nodding in agreement, settling back into his relaxed state.

“Welcome to your life of being a pillow, Hyung. It’s a thankless job.”

“I could leave at any time.” The older insisted, trying to at least hide the fact that Felix had created such a soft spot in his heart. Hyunjin rolled his eyes fondly, shaking his head.

“Yeah, but…you won’t.”