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Jungkook was sprawled out on his stomach across the mattress, chin propped on his forearm as he intensely scrolled through his phone. He was wearing an oversized hoodie that swallowed his hands, and his hair was a messy, fluffy pile on his head.
Namjoon sat nearby, leaning against the headboard with a book open in his lap. He hadn't turned a page in five minutes. Instead, his eyes were locked on Jungkook.
Jungkook let out a tiny sigh, kicking his feet up in the air behind him. His nose crinkled at whatever he was reading. It was a completely mundane moment, but the sheer cuteness radiating from the younger boy was suddenly too much for Namjoon to handle. A wave of a pure cuteness aggression hit him like a wave.
"Jungkookah," Namjoon growled playfully, tossing his book onto the nightstand. "Yeah, hyung?" Jungkook didn't look up, his thumbs still flying across his screen. "You're being too much right now," Namjoon said, scrambling across the bed on all fours.
Before Jungkook could ask what that meant, Namjoon lunged. He straddled Jungkook's lower back, preventing him from rolling away. "Hyung! What are you doing?!" Jungkook squawked, his phone instantly forgotten. "I can't take it anymore. You're too small. You're too fluffy," Namjoon muttered with a wide grin.
He curled his hands into claws and dug them straight into Jungkook's armpits. Jungkook's eyes went wide. He let out a loud gasp before exploding into a fit of chaotic giggles. "Hyung! Aha-hahaha! Stop! Wahahahait!" He tried to bury his face into the mattress to shield himself, but Namjoon was relentless.
Knowing exactly how ticklish the younger boy was, Namjoon shifted his hands down to the sides of Jungkook's waist, squeezing and kneading the sensitive muscle. ‘'Hyung, please! Hahahaha! Please!" Jungkook wailed, his legs thrashing against the sheets. He tried to use his strength to push up, but Namjoon kept his weight centered, thoroughly trapping him in the middle of the bed.
Namjoon's dimples flashed as he laughed at the reaction. "You brought this on yourself by existing like this." He danced his fingertips right along Jungkook's ribs, sending the younger boy into a fresh wave of helpless laughter.
Namjoon kept his weight securely pressing Jungkook into the mattress, refusing to let the younger boy escape. He brought his hands back up, digging his fingertips deep into the hollows of Jungkook's armpits before sliding them rapidly down his sides.
"Hyung! Ahahaha! No, please! I can't-hahaha!" Jungkook shrieked, his voice cracking as his upper body twisted violently beneath Namjoon's grip. His knuckles turned white from clutching the bedsheets. "Oh, you want me to stop?" Namjoon teased. He suddenly lifted his hands entirely, hovering them just an inch above Jungkook's ribs.
Jungkook instantly collapsed into the pillow. He let out a heavy gasp, his chest heaving as he tried to suck in as much air as possible during the sudden break. "Thank... thank you," he wheezed, his eyes closed tight, shoulders shaking with residual giggles.
"Don't get too comfortable," Namjoon chuckled, wiggling his fingers. "One..." Jungkook's eyes flew open in panic. "Hyung, wait, no, just a minute-"
"Two... Three!" Namjoon dropped his hands right back onto Jungkook's sides, squeezing the sensitive skin. An incredibly high-pitched squeal tore out of Jungkook. He arched his back, completely helpless against the renewed tickle attack. His legs kicked frantically against the mattress as Namjoon alternated between rapid scribbles under his arms and heavy squeezes on his waist.
"Look at you, you're like a little bunny," Namjoon teased, laughing loudly at the sheer chaos he was causing. Just as Jungkook's laughter turned completely breathless again, Namjoon pulled back a second time, resting his palms lightly on Jungkook's shoulders. "Break time bunny. Breathe, Jungkookah."
Jungkook faceplanted into the mattress with a loud groan, his body trembling as he greedily drank in the air, knowing the fingers would be coming right back the moment his breathing slowed down. He loved every second of it.
Namjoon sat back on his heels, keeping one hand gently resting on Jungkook's lower back. The bedroom was completely still except for the sound of Jungkook's heavy pants as he recovered from the intense laughter. His hoodie was pulled up around his chin, and his ears were bright red.
Namjoon tilted his head, watching the younger boy with a fond smile. The cuteness aggression hadn't fully faded, but he wanted to make sure Jungkook was actually enjoying the game.
"Hey, Jungkookah," Namjoon murmured softly, tapping his shoulder. "Are you too tired, or can I tickle you some more?" Jungkook stayed face down in the pillow for a few seconds, letting out a long, dramatic whine.
He rolled over onto his back, blinking up at Namjoon with tear-filled eyes from laughing so hard. Despite his exhaustion, a wide smile broke across his face. He nodded his head quickly.
"Yes," Jungkook gasped out, a quiet chuckle slipping out. "More. But give me ten seconds. Namjoon laughed heartily, raising his hands in the air to show he was waiting. "Alright. Ten seconds on the clock." Jungkook took three more deep breaths, his chest rising and falling. On the final breath, he braced himself, locking his eyes on Namjoon's hovering hands. "Okay. Ready."
Namjoon nodded, his expression softening as he decided to change his approach. Instead of the chaotic, heavy squeezes from before, he slid his hands under the hem of Jungkook's oversized hoodie, seeking out a new metod. Jungkook tensed up instantly, anticipating another rough onslaught, but Namjoon kept his movements deliberate and slow.
Namjoon placed his palms flat against Jungkook's bare stomach, lightly drumming his fingertips across the warm skin. He focused the touch right around Jungkook's belly button, tracing tiny, feather-light circles with the pads of his fingers. The reaction was immediate but entirely different. Jungkook didn't shriek or thrash.
Instead, his body curled inward, a soft giggle bubbling out of his throat. He squirmed slightly against the sheets, his hands coming up to lightly grip Namjoon's wrists, not to push him away, but just to anchor himself.
"Ah, hyung," Jungkook wheezed, a bright, helpless smile stretching across his face. "That tickles so much. It's too soft."
"Just making sure you can catch your breath," Namjoon murmured, keeping the pace gentle. He scratched his fingers lightly across Jungkook's lower stomach, occasionally giving a tiny, playful poke right to the center of his belly button.
Jungkook threw his head back against the pillow, his stomach muscles contracting under Namjoon's hands as he dissolved into a steady stream of pure, happy giggles. The gentle touch was completely overwhelming in a completely different way, making him squirm from head to toe without draining the rest of his energy.
While Jungkook was completely distracted by Namjoon’s soft metod, Namjoon's hands shot down like lightning, his fingers massaging right into the deep hollows of Jungkook's hips.
"АНАНАНА!" Jungkook shrieked, his eyes flying open. The sensation was incredibly sharp, causing him to twist and react instantly. He tried to wiggle his middle away from the prying fingers, but Namjoon was too quick. Namjoon stayed perfectly in place, watching with a grin as the younger man squirmed.
"Oh, look at that! Those hips are even more sensitive than your ribs, aren't they?" Namjoon teased, his fingers dancing across the sensitive skin. "There's no escaping the tickle monster today."
Jungkook could only laugh, his movements becoming more frantic as he tried to shield his sides. The room was filled with the sound of their combined laughter, turning the moment into a chaotic display of energy.
Namjoon finally relented, lifting his fingers away from Jungkook's hips. He let out a soft chuckle as he looked down at the younger boy, who was completely sprawled out across the sheets, cheeks flushed red and eyes glossy from the intense laughter.
"Okay, okay, I'm done," Namjoon murmured, his voice dropping into a soothing tone.
Instead of moving away, Namjoon kept his large hands flat against Jungkook's torso. He shifted his touch. He began to gently massage Jungkook's sides, his thumbs smoothing out the tension in the tight muscles that had been contracting from all the laughing.
"Ah..." Jungkook let out a low whine, his head rolling to the side against the pillow. His stomach muscles were still trembling slightly under Namjoon's palms.
Namjoon smiled fondly, moving his hands inward to massage Jungkook's stomach in slow, circular motions. The deep, firm pressure felt incredibly grounding after the chaotic tickle attack, but the sensitive skin was still highly alert. Every time Namjoon's thumbs brushed near his ribs or the center of his belly button, a tiny, involuntary twitch rippled through Jungkook's middle.
"Stomach hurts from laughing so much?" Namjoon asked softly, kneading the soft skin right above Jungkook's hips.
Jungkook let out another tiny whine, burying his face into his arm. He didn't pull away, though; instead, he leaned into the warmth of Namjoon's hands, letting his body completely melt into the mattress as the gentle massage helped him finally catch his breath.
