The recipe for a pout
I was strongly inspired by @ticklesandboxysmiles fic from the other day with namjinđŤ 𩷠thank youu for an amazing fic, and i hope you all enjoy this fic!!!đĽ°đŞśđŤśđťđŚ
Genre: tickle fic
Warnings: none
The living room was quiet except for the soft hum of the television. Namjoon sat on the sofa, reading a book, when Jin walked in and sat on the opposite end of the couch.
Jin didn't say a word. He just crossed his arms, leaned back against the cushions, and stared blankly at the TV screen. His lower lip was pushed out in a subtle, distinct pout.
Namjoon glanced up from his book. He noticed the heavy silence immediately. He looked at Jin, taking in the crossed arms and the prominent pout. Namjoon blinked, completely blank as to what could be wrong.
"Hyung?" Namjoon asked softly, closing his book halfway. "Is something the matter? Did something happen today?" Jin didn't look over. He just let out a tiny, dramatic huff and adjusted his posture, his pout deepening just a fraction. "Nothing happened. Especially not on my phone." Namjoon furrowed his brows, genuinely confused.
He set his book down on the coffee table and shifted closer to Jin. "Your phone? Did it break? Or did someone upset you?" Finally, Jin turned his head, looking at Namjoon with accusing eyes. "No one broke my phone, Namjoon-ah. But someone certainly ignored it. I sent you a very important link to a food recipe seven hours ago. No reply. Not even a thumbs-up emoji."
The pieces instantly clicked together in Namjoon's mind. He let out a soft, relieved laugh and immediately reached into his pocket to pull out his own phone. "Ah, hyung, I'm so sorry!" Namjoon said, quickly unlocking his screen to check his messages. "I was in meetings and studio sessions all afternoon. I haven't even had a chance to look at my personal chats today. Let me see."
Jin watched him closely, his arms still crossed but the tension in his shoulders melting away just a bit as Namjoon opened the message. "Wow, this looks incredible," Namjoon said, genuinely admiring the recipe Jin had sent. He looked up at Jin with a warm, apologetic smile. "Are we making this for dinner tonight? I'll help you prep everything." Jin's replied with a slight smile. "Fine. You wash the vegetables, and I'll let it slide this time."
Namjoon closed his phone and set it down on the coffee table, but his eyes stayed fixed on Jin's face. Even though Jin had agreed to let him off the hook, a tiny trace of that dramatic lower-lip pout was still lingering. A playful glint flashed in Namjoonâs eyes, and a deep dimple peeked out on his cheek.
"You know, hyung," Namjoon said, his voice dropping into a low, teasing hum as he leaned a little bit closer. "I can still see that pout. It hasn't completely gone away." Jin blinked, caught off guard. He subconsciously pressed his lips together, trying to flatten them. "What? No, it hasn't. I'm completely satisfied with your apology."
"Are you sure?" Namjoon grinned and wiggled his fingers through the air. "Because I know exactly what to do about a lingering hyung-pout. It's a very specific strategy." Jinâs eyes widened at the sight of those wiggling fingers.
A sudden wave of warmth rushed straight to his cheeks, painting them a bright, unmistakable pink. He scrambled backward into the couch cushions, completely flustered by the threat. "Namjoon-ah! Don't you dare!" Jin squeaked, his voice jumping an octave as he tried to hide his face behind his hands to cover up his heavy blush.
"Too late, hyung!" Namjoon laughed, lunging forward across the sofa. His fingers landed right on Jinâs ribs, digging in with a light, rapid kneading motion. Jin instantly collapsed sideways onto the couch, letting out a loud gasp before bursting into a fit of loud laughter. "Namjoon! Ah! Hahahhahahahhha, stop!" Jin shrieked, wriggling to break free. He squeezed his eyes shut, his entire face turning a brilliant shade of crimson as he tried to block Namjoon's hands with his elbows.
Namjoon didn't let up, completely charmed by the reaction. He moved his hands down to Jinâs waist, lightly squeezing the ticklish spots there. "I don't think the pout is completely gone yet. I still see some residual stubbornness."
"It's gone! I swehahahahar it's goohahne!" Jin gasped out between uncontrollable giggles, his legs kicking out against the sofa cushions. He was completely at Namjoon's mercy, laughing so hard. Finally, taking pity on his breathless hyung, Namjoon lifted his hands and sat back, a massive grin plastering his face. Jin collapsed flat against the cushions, panting heavily with a bright red face, a wide, happy smile completely replacing his old pout.
Namjoon watched Jin catching his breath on the cushions. The room was quiet again, save for Jinâs soft, breathless giggles fading away. Jin lay perfectly still, his eyes closed, thinking the attack was officially over. But Namjoon couldn't resist.
With a silent grin, Namjoon extended one single index finger. He leaned over and gave Jinâs highly sensitive right side one sharp, sudden poke. Jin let out a loud, startled squeak and flinched so hard his entire body practically jumped off the sofa. "Namjoon-ah!" Jin gasped, instantly clapping a hand over his side to protect it, glared up at him with wide, thoroughly flustered eyes. Namjoon just broke into a loud, booming laugh, his dimples deeper than ever, completely satisfied with the hilarious overreaction.
Namjoon laughed as he grabbed Jin by his wrists. "Alright, alright, no more tickles," Namjoon smiled, gently pulling Jin up from the couch cushions. "Let's go cook."Jin groaned dramatically, letting his limbs go entirely limp like a ragdoll.
He refused to plant his feet, forcing Namjoon to literally drag him across the living room rug toward the kitchen. "My legs don't work anymore, Kim Namjoon," Jin complained, though a massive grin gave away his act as his socks slid effortlessly across the hardwood floor. "You drained all my energy with that attack."
Namjoon just chuckled, walking backward and towing his oldest hyung right up to the kitchen island. "Your energy will come back once the food is ready. Now, stand up and hand me the vegetables." Jin finally popped to his feet with a dramatic sigh, adjusting his shirt and looking at the ingredients on the counter. "Fine. But my muscles are still twitching, so you are doing all the chopping, Namjoon-ah."
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