#finally im back

Jisung groaned quietly. His back was killing him, who knew hiding in a barrel was so bone-snappingly painful? 

He needed to execute this correctly. One wrong move and it’s all over. 

Earlier, Jisung had noticed a group of pirates near the dock, and watching greedily at the amount of gold and food they were stocking up on, he had the golden idea of sneaking onto their ship. 

With his luck, he’d be able to convince them he was a member of the crew already, and manage to make away with said gold and food. Pirates were supposed to be ugly, dumb brutes, weren’t they?

Jisung felt his barrel hit the ground with a rather painful thud, and after assuring that there was no one around, he popped out the top and crawled out, wincing when his back cracked from the movement. 

He just had to mingle with the crew. Shouldn’t be too hard, right? 

Hannie gasped as he heard two voices behind him. 

“Oh, and then he—” A boy with pretty puppy-like visuals paused right in the middle of his sentence, and Jisung had to bite his tongue before he dropped to his knees in front of the man. 

He immediately snatched back the comment he had thought about pirates being ugly and dumb. 

The boy next to the first one had a sharp jawline and narrowed eyes, which were currently looking him up and down. 

“Are you…the new crew member?” The first boy asked. 

“Um…yes.” Jisung replied, eyes widening. 

“Well, then come with us. We’re gonna go eat.” The second boy caught him around the wrist and dragged him down the stairs to a room. 

Instead of a bunch of smelly, unhygienic pirates Jisung had expected, he was suddenly face to face with a bunch of frankly, really handsome men. Well, that beats that stereotype at least. 

The man who Jisung assumed to be the captain stood up, smiling gently at him. “Ah, you must be the new member.” He walked over and took Jisung’s hand in his. The stowaway noticed how small the man's hand was. “I’m Minho, the captain of this ship.”

“I’m Jisung.” Jisung finally looked at the man’s face, and his breath was almost literally taken away from him. “Wow…you’re pretty.” He mumbled aloud. 

Minho grinned at him. “I can hear you, sweet thing.” 

Jisung felt blood rush to his face in astonishing quickness. “O-Oh, I'm sorry...It’s just—” 

“No, no, don't apologize, it's okay. But I do have to give you the proper welcome, so follow me, please.” 

“Ooof, new guy? Good luck, dude.” A boy with long, blonde hair shouted. 

Jisung felt his blood go cold. ‘What welcome? I don’t know how to do anything…’

After some walking, they entered a room in the underside of the deck. 

Minho sat him at the edge of an extravagant bed Jisung could only assume was his. His eyes widened in fright. 

Minho suddenly darted his arms towards the boy, and he flinched, throwing his hands over his face and breathing in heavily. 

Until he felt hands cup his cheeks. “Hey, hey, I’m not gonna hurt you, sweet thing.” Minho reasssured in a low voice. “Don’t be scared.”

Jisung felt bad. So bad. He had practically fallen in love with the captain of a ship he was never supposed to be on, just cause he couldn’t handle his greed. He had to fix this.

“Um…Captain?” Jisung looked up at him. 

“Call me Minho. You’re cute, so you get special privileges.” Minho smiled his cute smile and booped Jisung’s nose. 

“Minho…uh—Can I be honest? You won’t…hurt me?” Jisung stuttered. When the older nodded, he continued. “Um…I….snuck on here. Onto this ship…I never wanted to hurt you or anything, I swear!!” Jisung babbled on in a panic, frantically squeezing his own shirt hem. 

He felt a lump in his throat and everything felt overwhelming. Jisung didn’t know why he felt the need to please this man, he just needed to. 

Jisung heard the older tsk, and he suddenly began to sob, feeling as though he had disappointed him. 

Minho’s eyebrows furrowed, and he mentally slapped himself for being so stupid. “Hey…hey, please don’t cry, darling. I’m not mad.” He cupped the younger’s cheeks again. 

“You…y-you aren’t?” Jisung looked up at him with watery eyes, pink lips in a small pout. Minho was startled at the sudden and frankly, very strong urge to kiss them until they were red and swollen. 

“No…no, but I still have to give you a proper welcome into our crew.” Minho decided his little welcome would be the best way to cheer the younger up. 

After instructing the boy to lay on his bed, Minho reassured Jisung that nothing would hurt before suddenly flopping on top of the boy and grabbing his arms, to which Jisung screamed and thrashed underneath the older. 

Minho rolled his eyes. Jisung was still convinced he was gonna hurt him. Luckily, Jisung was small, small enough that he was easily able to overpower him and slip his hands through the metal fastening on top of his headboard and tighten it. 

Jisung yelled when Minho managed to stick one foot into bottom strap, and he gave up when the other went in on the other side, knowing he couldn’t escape. 

Jisung whimpered when the older slid a leg around his hip, sitting comfortably on his lower belly. The weight was comfortable. 

Min reached down and suddenly…pulled Jisung’s shirt up? 

“H-Hey, what are you gonna—AH!!” He squealed when a finger dipped in his belly button for a second. 

“You’ll see.” Minho smirked, scribbling a hand up Jisung’s very stretched out side. 

Jisung squeaked and tried to angle away from the hand, even though he knew he was completely immobile. His eyes widened in horror. ‘No, he wouldn’t.’

‘Would he?’

Minho, meanwhile popped a bottle of baby oil, pouring some right into Jisung’s belly button and watching him flinch, and spreading more along the boy’s sides. 

Fingers gently traced along his sides, and Jisung threw his head back, a high-pitched whimper escaping him before he sealed his lips. 

“Hmmm…you’re trying so hard, aren’t you?” Minho mused, moving towards the center of Jisung’s belly and watching the corner of his lips upturn slightly. 

“Mmmhmhm…” Was the response the older recieved. 

“Oh?” Minho noticed a tiny smile on the Jisung’s face, eyes squeezed shut. He looked adorable. “Is the tickling too much? Is the lil baby about to break?~” He teased in a baby voice, clawing up and down Hannie’s sides in the most gentle movements. 

Jisung let out a strangled noise at the change in ministrations, twisting side to side and kicking his legs frantically behind Minho. 

“I know you’re ticklish, just break already and let’s make it enjoyable for the both of us.” Minho groaned. 

Jisung stubbornly shook his head, impressed with himself at how long he was holding out. 

“Let’s try and get some laughter, yeah?” And a finger was swirling on the outer rim of his belly button. 

Jisung snapped his eyes open with a loud squeal just as it went into the sensitive button, twisting as loud cackles rang around the room. “NOOHOHOHOO!!” He shrieked. 

“Awe, finally! Your laugh is adorable~” Minho smiled fondly at the squirming boy. 

Jisung tensed and pulled at his restraints, desperately bucking away from the finger but failing. “YOUHU CAHAHAHANT!! Please please—CAPTAIN!!” Jisung screamed, the fingers slipping up his shirt and finding the skin of his underarms. 

“Nonono…I said you can call me Minho. Didn’t you listen?” 

Jisung shook his head desperately, kicking out behind the older. 

“No?” Minho frowned, moving his hands back to Hannie’s lower belly. 

“AGH!!” Minho flinched. 

“StahahaaaHAHAAAHAHAAA!!” Jisung dissolved into more messy laughter.

“Awhhh, the little baby can’t handle it?” Minho cooed, and Jisung hated the way his face burned a bright red. 

“Shuhuhut AHAAHAHAHAP!!” He screamed, tugging at Minho’s restraints. 

“How informal, don’t you think?” Minho mused, grinning evilly as he undid the rest of Jisung’s cloak buttons. 

“Noho…no….please—CAPTAIN!!” Jisung cried when more oil was spread along his armpits. 

Minho tsked. “I said, call. Me. Minho.” 

Fingers scribbled everywhere, over Jisung’s armpits, along his rib cage, his belly and sides. 

The room exploded into sound, boisterous squeals and cute squeaks, along with the loudest begging in between laughter that Minho had ever heard. 

“PLEASE PLEHEHEHEHAHAHAHA!! MIHINHO PLEASE NOHO—!!” Jisung arched his back. It was unbearable, too much. 

“You’re so ticklish, it’s actually insane.” Minho hummed. “So, you wondered onto here, but now I’m gonna ask you something.” He casually asked, fingers only continuing their torturous movements that seemed to have Han in stitches. 

“OKAAAHAHAHAY!!”

“Will you stay with me? With us?” Minho paused. 

Jisung caught his breath, eyes sparkling with tears. “Wha…Whahat??” 

“Please?” 

Jisung shook his head. “wahait…I cahahant—STAHAHAHAAAAHAHA!!” He tensed with a scream when the cruel tickling only continued. 

“Hmmm…I’m gonna have to break you some other way…” Minho reached his hand back and squeezed around Han’s thigh with one hand, reveling in the howl of laughter poor Jisung let out. “Bad spot?”

He continued tickling with one hand, reaching into his bedside drawer with the other and pulling a hook out. 

Jisung’s eyes widened at the sight. The end was…dull. 

“Everyone I’ve tried this on have broken immediately, and I’m sure you’ll break too.” Minho slipped it onto his hand. “Every pirate needs their hook, hm?” 

He dangled it righttt over Jisung’s belly button, and the younger’s eyes widened when he realized what the captain had in mind. 

“Wait-wait-wait…Minho please…please don’t. I really can’t take anything in there!” Jisung sucked his tummy away from the tool, anticipation welling up in his stomach. “I’ll seriously die! Nono—NO!!”

Minho dipped it into the button, scratching around with the blunt tip as poor Jisung fell apart completely, emitting a high pitched wail before descending into loud, screechy cackles, tears spilled down his cheeks, and Minho smiled fondly at him. 

“All it took was a little tiny tip to make you lose~” 

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEASSEEE!! MIHIHIHINHOOOO!! I CAHAHAAHANT TAKE ITT!! AGH—STOP MOHOHOVING!!” Jisung pleaded, muscles tending rapidly as he frantically screamed. 

“Nowww…will you stay or do I have to use this on your ribs too?” 

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE!! IHIHIHILL STAHAHAHAY!! I PROHOHOMISEE!!” Jisung was plunged into silent laughter. Minho slowly let up. 

“Fine, fine. Poor baby.” Minho cooed, unbuckling the restraints and wiping the boy’s hot tears. 

Jisung preened at the attention, sighing contentedly when a small kiss was placed to his nose. 

“We’ll set up your room and stuff later, right now, just…stay with me?” Minho gave him a hopeful expression. 

“Okay…Will I be safe here?” Jisung asked with a small worried expression. 

“I’ll protect you with my life. After all, that’s my duty as your captain.“