#lee!eun

Ler Edd, Lee Eun (self-insert)

Warning: cussing

Word count: 861

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Shoulder pain.

Again.

There were mornings where it took longer to show up than others, but no matter what, it was gonna be there. There was just something wrong with my shoulder, and I hated it.

However, I was never ready for it to be there first thing in the morning.

I sat up and groaned quietly, that same burning, stabbing pain there earlier than I was ready for. It felt like a long, hot needle being driven into my shoulder, and while usually I could put up with it until I could stretch it out and pop the joint, it just came too early this morning. So, I got up and out of bed, clutching that shoulder and walking out into the living room, greeted by the sight of one of my fellow brunettes already awake.

“Hey, Edd…” I mumbled out, walking around and flopping down beside him on the couch.

“Hey, Eun. Shoulder problems?” he asked, noticing how I held said shoulder.

“Mhmm… It’s too early for thissss…” I groaned, sinking into the cushions beneath me.

“Are you kidding? It’s like 10:30!”

I raised an eyebrow at him before grabbing my phone and checking the time, finding out he was actually right.

“Oh, holy shit…”

“Heh, yeah, Matt and Tom already left to pick up breakfast. I was going to wake you when they got back, but I guess I don’t need to do that now.”

“Mhm, you’re welcome, by the way.”

“Pft- fine, thank you for not making me walk a few meters,” he joked, ruffling my hair (which I absolutely did NOT lean into).

“Mhm… urgh, that’s it..” I groaned, sitting up straight before lifting my arm up over my head.

“What’s it?”

“I’m popping this shoulder, I don’t care anymore, I want this pain gone…”

“Oh, you need any help with that?”

“I- Actually, yeah, grab my wrist and pull it up. That should pop it.”

He nodded and did so, pulling up as far as he could, but still, it wouldn’t pop. Those stubborn days were the absolute worst in my opinion, I hated when it refused to pop and instead just shifted uncomfortably.

“Urgh… this… isn’t… working…!” I grunted out, tugging in the other direction, but still it never popped.

“Hmm… I have an idea that might work,” Edd eventually murmured, seemingly thinking deeply before a slight smirk crossed his face.

“Uhm.. Edd, what’s that look for…?” I asked, quickly growing nervous upon seeing his face. The fact that his smirk grew upon my noticing didn’t help at all.

“Oh, nothing, definitely not that a few tickles might help!” He suddenly dug into my ribs upon the word ‘tickles’, pulling squealing laughter from my lips as I went limp in an attempt to drag my arm down away from his grip using my body weight.

“Ehedd you jeheherk! Lehehemme gohohoho!” I squealed out, kicking my legs and trying to twist away from him.

“Hey, I’m not a jerk! Last time I checked, you were a big fan of these tickles! I mean, I know you prefer Matt’s tickles, of course, but you’ll just have to settle for me until he gets home.”

“Shuhut youhuhur mohohohouth! AHAHA NOHO EHEHEDD!!” I squealed once again as his hand moved up to my armpit, my complete worst spot, and I kept trying to yank my arm out of his hand.

“But you’re so tickle tickle ticklish~”

“YOUHU’RE NOHOHOT HEHEHELPIHIHING!”

“Oh, I know, but it’s just so-”

POP!

He let go of my wrist as that pop echoed in our ears, finally allowing me to catch my breath as I curled up tightly.

“Uhm… I think you’ll find I did help,” he finally said, earning yet another quiet giggle from me.

“Shuht uhuhup…” I grumbled at him, rolling my eyes.

I probably shouldn’t have done that.

“Shut up? Oh you don’t tell me to shut up! Come here!”

“Oh no- AAH!!”

I yelped as he lunged at me, trying merely to push him off before he dug his fingers into my sides, pulling the fourth squeal from me that morning as I once again tried to twist away from his hands.

Neither of us seemed to hear the door open or close, nor our housemates approaching until Matt walked up to the couch, a delighted giggle falling from his lips upon seeing me getting tickled senseless.

“I get to tickle them after breakfast!” he called before taking his bags into the kitchen, much to my dismay.

“Nohoho! Tohom, hehehelp!” I called to the only man left in this house who didn’t seem dead set on tickling the shit out of me.

“You must be absolutely crazy if you think I’m risking the wrath of both of these idiots. One, maybe, but not both. Now come on, both of you, breakfast time. Or I’ll eat yours, too, don’t test me!” he threatened as he followed his redhead housemate.

Edd chuckled as his fingers slowed to a stop, still smirking down at me as I tried to compose myself.

“Have fun with Matt after breakfast,” he advised playfully, before hopping off the couch and heading into the kitchen.

Ah… fuck.

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