This fic has been sitting in my notes for i think over a month🤫🫠 so i decided to edit it and upload so we can all enjoy it together🩷🤭 hope you’re gonna like it lovelies🪶🪶🪶🪶
It started in the back of a black SUV winding through the streets of Seoul. Jin was exhausted, but more than that, he was targeted.
Jungkook had spent the entire USA tour acting like a golden menace-sneaking up behind Jin to poke his sides or attacking his ribs every time they were backstage.
Jin leaned over to Jimin, his voice a whisper. "Jimin-ah, I can't take it anymore. My ribs are bruised from that brat's 'love.' We need to end this. Tomorrow, at his place for dinner... we strike."
Jimin's eyes turned into crescents as a devious smile spread across his face. "I've been waiting for you to say that, hyung. He got me during the practice yesterday. I'm in."
Later (that night), Jimin pulled out his phone and opened a secret chat with Namjoon, Yoongi, Hobi, and Taehyung.
Jimin: Emergency meeting. The maknae has been a menace this whole tour. Jin-hyung and I are planning a counter tickle attack. Hobi: Finally!! He poked my sides so hard I’m still flinching. Yoongi: I'm only in if we actually pin him down. He's too fast. RM: He did break my focus during the speech...! suppose justice is required. Taehyung: I have the best spots memorized. Tomorrow at JK's house. When he serves the drinks, that's the signal. Jimin: Perfect. Tomorrow, 7 PM!
The atmosphere at Jungkook's house the next day was very cozy. Jungkook, completely oblivious, was actually being quite the host, bustling around the kitchen.
"Hyungs, the food is almost ready!" he called out, flashing that innocent bunny smile that usually let him get away with anything.
The six of them exchanged a silent look. Jin gave a sharp nod. As Jungkook walked toward the coffee table with a tray of drinks, he noticed the way they were sitting-spread out, circling the area.
"Why are you guys looking at me like that?" Jungkook asked, his steps slowing.
"Oh, nothing, Kookie," Jin said, standing up and blocking the exit to the kitchen. "We just wanted to thank you for being such a... handy member this tour." Jimin stood up on the other side, cracking his knuckles with a grin. "Yeah. You've been so 'touchy-feely' lately, we thought we should return the favor."
Jungkook's eyes went wide. He put the tray (luckily on the near table) and turned to bolt, but Taehyung and Hobi were already behind him.
"Wait-no! Hyungs! It was just a joke!" Jungkook said, his voice already pitching higher in anticipation as the six-man circle closed in.
Jungkook was pinned firmly in the center of the rug, a captive king in his own home.
Namjoon and Jin took the "heavy lifting" roles, each sitting by Jungkook's shoulders to keep his arms pinned wide. This left his torso completely defenseless. Hobi didn't waste a second, his fingers dancing a fast rhythm against Jungkook's collarbones and the sensitive skin of his neck.
"Oh, he's really ticklish here today," Hobi laughed, feeling the way Jungkook's neck muscles jumped under his touch. Jungkook's head thrashed from side to side, a smile plastered on his face. "Hyung-heehee! Not the neck-hahahahah!"
Down at the other end, Jimin had claimed Jungkook's feet. He knew the youngest was lethal with his kicks, so he sat firmly on Jungkook's ankles, his fingers doing circular patterns into the very center of Jungkook's arches. The sensation sent electric jolts through Jungkook's body, making his lower half twitch and writhe against the floor.
"Look at his toes curling," Jimin giggled, intensifying the pressure. "You were so brave in Las Vegas, Kookie! Where's that big energy now?"
Yoongi and Taehyung were the most surgical about it. They sat on either side of his waist, their fingers finding the small gaps between his ribs. Yoongi's touch was light and scratchy, like a spider skittering across Jungkook's skin, while Taehyung used firm, kneading pokes that made Jungkook arch his back so high his chest nearly hit Hobi's chin.
"He's like a vibrating phone," Yoongi joked, his own gummy smile breaking out as he felt Jungkook's stomach muscles fluttering frantically under his fingers.
"... I can't... haha... hahahahaha!" Jungkook wailed, his voice cracking. His eyes were watering, but they weren't tears of distress-they were bright with pure, unadulterated joy. Every time he managed to suck in a lungful of air, Jin would lean down and whisper, "This is for the tickles i received in Mexico," before digging his fingers into Jungkook's armpits.
The sound in the room was a symphony of chaos and bubbly giggles that Jungkook couldn't suppress. He felt completely surrounded, overwhelmed by the physical sensation of six people focusing entirely on him.
He finally went limp, his strength spent, just lying there and vibrating with silent, wheezing laughter while they continued to "scold" him with their fingertips. He felt pampered, in a shaky, breathless kind of way.
"Okay, okay, have mercy," Namjoon finally said, though he gave Jungkook one last squeeze to the ribs. "I think he's turned into a puddle."
As they slowly pulled their hands away, Jungkook stayed exactly where he was, his chest heaving as he stared up at his ceiling. He looked thoroughly "ruined," his shirt hiked up to his chest and his hair standing in every direction.
"You okay, Kook?" Jimin asked, reaching out to brush a stray hair from the younger boy's sweaty forehead. Jungkook let out one last, shaky giggle and nodded weakly. "Best... dinner party... ever."
The six of them stayed sprawled around him on the rug, nobody in a hurry to move. Jungkook lay in the center of the circle, with a dazed, happy glow on his face.
"Look at him," Jin teased, leaning over and poking Jungkook's flushed cheek. "We're supposed to be punishing you, and you're lying there looking like you just had a spa day."
Jimin chuckled, resting a hand on Jungkook's ankle. "I've never seen someone enjoy being tickled so much. You didn't even try to use your 'Golden Maknae' strength to throw us off. You just... melted."
"I think we broke him," Yoongi added with a smirk, crossing his arms. "The big, strong maknae was reduced to a squeaky toy in under thirty seconds. I'm pretty sure I heard a whistle come out of his lungs at one point."
Jungkook tried to huff a defensive breath, but it just came out as another giggle. "I was... outnumbered," he managed to rasp out, though he made no effort to move or sit up.
"Outnumbered? Or just pampered?" Hobi cooed, reaching out to ruffle Jungkook's messy hair. "You love it when we all focus on you, don't you, Kook? Even if it means your ribs are tingling for the next three hours."
Taehyung crawled closer, hovering over Jungkook with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "He was definitely leaning into it. Every time I stopped for a second to let him catch his breath, he'd wiggle his side right back into my fingers. You’re totally loving it Jungkook-ah."
"I am not!" Jungkook protested, his voice finally returning, though he couldn't hide the shy, bunny-toothed grin.
"Admit it," Namjoon said, nudging Jungkook's shoulder with his foot. "You missed us being this clingy while we were busy traveling. This was just your way of getting your 'hyung-battery' recharged."
Jungkook finally rolled over, hiding his red face in the rug, his shoulders still shaking with lingering giggles. "Whatever. Just... feed me already. I think you guys tickled all the calories out of me."
"Oh, so he's back to being a brat already," Jin laughed, standing up and dusting off his pants.
"Come on, let's go eat before he decides he wants a second round of 'attention.'"
