#lee!chan

honestly wreck him until he dies 

a lot of the time chan believes he’s the tough leader

drive those thoughts away with tickle time! 

wreck his sides they’re wayyy too sensitive to leave alone 

rough tickles for this leader! 

“Channie~” Your voice wafted through the air, a sultry sweet lilt accompanying it. 

Chan gulped and burrowed deeper into the blankets, clasping his hands over his eyes. 

Despite being the leader, and in his case, one of the stronger members of the group, the second you manage to get your hands on him, he’s weak to your touch like putty. 

You enter the room he’s in; there’s no way he was getting out of this one. 

It had started with him just trying to play a prank on you. It was April Fool’s Day after all, and he played pranks on all the members every year. 

Now that his little prank had managed to fail, you were now practically hunting him down in the house, ready to give him the wrecking of a lifetime. 

“Found ya.” He felt your weight on his back and hands were suddenly squeezing his sides through the blanket. 

Chan squealed and threw his arms back to try and catch your hands, letting out small giggles. 

Thankfully, the blanket shielded his body from your hands, allowing him to try and fight back. 

“Don’t try to fight it.” You demanded, managing to throw the blanket off of him and squeezing at his sides harshly. 

Chan screamed as your fingers massaged deep into the muscle of his sensitive sides, cackles shooting from his lips and his head flying back into the pillow. 

“NOHOHOHO!! PLEHEHEHEASE IHIM SOHOHOHORRY!!” He laughed, his cute dimples showing and making you smile. 

“I know, and I’m not stopping.” You retort, struggling to pin his arms down and resorting to digging into his thighs instead. 

Channie shrieked and laughed cutely, twisting around involuntarily and trying to shove you off. 

“DOHOHOHON’T!!” He yelped when you massaged playfully at his underarms, and the leader clamped his arms to the side and squeezed his eyes shut. 

“What a strong leader! Turns out he can’t even handle the tickles.” You tease lowly, and he screamed flusteredly. “IHI CAHAN HANANDLE IHIT!!” 

You gasp. “What a little liar.” You leaned down and pressed your lips to his side, blowing out as loud and hard as you can. 

“AGGHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! STOHOHOHOHOP!!”

“Do you still think you can handle it?~” More raspberries follow. 

“YEHEHEHEHES!!” 

Clearly, you needed to go rougher. Your fingers pressed cruelly into his ribs, squeezing the area wildly and watching him howl and thrash hard enough to shake the whole bed.

Tears of mirth slipped down his face, and his laughter went silent for a few seconds before coming back louder and wilder.

“I CAHAHAHAHAHAHANT HAHANDLE IHIHIHIT!!” He finally urged, and you let go of him, rolling off of him after slapping his butt twice. 

He panted and began to run after you, making you shriek as he managed to catch you around the waist. 

Maybe a tickle fight on Sunday wouldn’t be a bad thing.