"what are you doing?" minho asked the kind sonographer setting up equipment. "we're going to do an ultrasound, basically an imaging test for you liver, gall bladder, pancreas and kidneys. could you lift your hips please?" the lady replied calmly.

minho lifted his hips, allowing the lady to lift up his shirt and apply a water-based gel onto his stomach. it felt tingly at first, but he got used to it.

jisung watched from the doorway, already thinking about teasing his hyung. "hyung your belly looks so soft."

minho shot him a glare from the bed. "my belly is rock solid." he huffed as the sonographer moves a transducer over his stomach.

jisung giggled, watching the process like a proud father. "your stomach is soft like jelly."

after the ultrasound, minho called jisung over. "jisungie, wipe the gel off my stomach."

jisung raised an eyebrow from his position. "why should I do that?"

minho resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "because I said so, and I feel sleepy."

jisung finally caved in and walked towards minho's bed. "fine. only because you're sleepy."

when jisung reached minho's bed, he had to stop himself from poking his hyung's stomach, it just looked so soft. instead, he just stared at minho's belly in awe.

minho couldn't help but blush under jisung's attention. "why are you staring at my stomach like that?"

jisung snapped back to reality and started wiping the gel off minho's belly. "sorry hyung. just got carried away."

minho sighed at the sensation. "that's okay. not everyone can resist the charm of lee minho."

jisung rolled his eyes. "you're so full of yourself, hyung."

"i'll take that as a compliment." minho grinned and yawned softly, feeling tired after the day's events.

jisung couldn't help but smirk. "you know hyung, you're looking awfully…defenseless right now." his voice was very teasy for someone who was usually shy.

this little menace…

minho raised an eyebrow, trying to act nonchalant despite his racing heart. "han jisung, you better not be thinking what I'm thinking."

jisung tilted his head innocently, but minho knew it was a trap. "what do you mean hyung? I wasn't gonna do anything…too bad."

minho's breath hitched, and for a second, he was caught off guard. worst mistake of his life.

jisung took the opportunity to climb onto minho's lap and straddle his hips using his legs.

minho let out a soft gasp and immediately started squirming, feeling blood rush to his cheeks. "jisungie, what are you—"

he got cut off when he felt two fingers poke his stomach. minho inhaled sharply, his stomach clenching instinctively.

"cute. and soft too." oh jisung knew he was being a little shit right now, but he was too invested in minho's reactions to stop so soon.

minho opened his mouth to protest, but immediately let out a loud squeal when he felt the fingers poke his sides. "jisung! stop it!"

"but you're being so cute right now. I don't wanna stop so soon, I barely did anything." jisung teased, his nimble fingers scribbled along the pillowy surface with maddening precision, easily finding all of his hyung's most ticklish spots.

minho let out another squeal, giggles flowing out of his mouth like a waterfall. "jisuhungie! plehehease!"

jisung tilted his head thoughtfully. "please continue? you don't have to ask!" jisung bent down and pressed a few kisses to the soft surface, before blowing a loud raspberry right below minho's navel.

minho let out loud belly laughs, and occasional squeals that made concerned staff members and even felix check up on the excited duo.

jisung's fingers trailed upwards towards minho's neck, relishing in the squeaks and adorable giggles as a result.

"gosh, you're too cute hyung. you make me wanna do this forever." jisung murmured softly, nuzzling his nose into minho's neck and taking in the delicate scent of mint and vanilla.

"don't say stuff like that…it's embarrassing." despite his protest, minho's arms found jisung's waist, and he pulled the younger closer to him.

"you're embarrassing, hyung." jisung chuckled, squeaking when minho poked his side.

"oh shush. you're the only clinging onto me like a koala right now. I'm barely holding you." minho was right, jisung's arms were wrapped around the older's waist, squeezing him tightly.

"whatever." jisung huffed, burying his face in minho's shirt and resting his ears on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

within minutes, both minho and jisung fell asleep holding each other, feeling at ease. changbin came in the room a few minutes after, internally cooing at the sleepy duo. he took out his phone and snapped a few pictures before leaving.

as they slept, jisung started murmuring almost inaudible phrases, in which minho responded to while still in a deep sleep.

"minho hyung…don't leave me."

"I would never even think of doing that, jisungie."

AHHHH IT'S FINISHED MUAHAHAHAHA

Minho was usually quite peaceful.

Sure, when they were filming, all the guys liked to mess with each other and really play it up. They are entertainers, after all. When the cameras were off, though, Jeongin could rely on the older as a steady force. Out of all of his bandmates, Minho was the one who he was most consistently able to hang around without fearing an onslaught of physical affection.

However, today, something had changed.

Jeongin had been poked, prodded, teased, and laid on top of as Minho followed him around the dorm; grinning like the Cheshire cat. The younger had tried to plead for his personal space, but Lino would just coo in response, wrapping him in a tight hug. “Aww~ What’s wrong, Yennie? Do you not love your hyung?” The vocalist had resorted to simply ignoring the dancer, scrolling on his phone as Minho repetitively poked at his cheek, both sat on the couch.

“Jeongin. I.N. Iyen-ah. Yennie.” The older whined beside him, punctuating each name with a new poke. Jeongin’s hand tightened on his phone, but he continued to ignore his newfound parasite, determined to hold strong. Minho huffed, put off at the cold shoulder he was receiving, and the hand withdrew. Finally. He was free of the torment. Nope. The hand returned once more, this time taking a section of Jeongin’s cheek, pinching it between his thumb and pointer finger. “Is someone being pouty today? Why won’t you pay attention to me?”

Something just…snapped.

In an instant, Jeongin had tackled him, flattening the older against the couch. Minho barely had time to process the switch up before the vocalist’s hands were on him, poking at every inch of torso he could reach.

“You want attention? I’ll give you attention.” Jeongin muttered, his deft fingers moving with scary accuracy as he crawled them up Lino’s sides, then back down to vibrate against his stomach. The dancer made a soft squeaking noise, a pretty pink blush forming high on his cheekbones as he swatted at the offending appendages.

“Y-yennie–”

“That’s not my name.” Jeongin hummed back, a smile tugging at his lips despite himself. He grabbed one of the older’s flailing arms, pinning it to the couch above his head, using his other hand to dart all over his body. Fluttering by his ears, under his chin, down his neck, in his exposed armpit, down his side, then skittering up his stomach to start the process all over again. Lino whined, his nose scrunching up as soft, airy giggles began pouring from his mouth.

“Iyehehen c-cut ihihit out!”

“Not that one either.” The younger sighed, tsking playfully. He slid his hand down, latching onto the older’s thigh, digging his fingers into the muscle as he squeezed. “Wanna try again?”

“Yang Jeongin!” Minho shrieked, loud laughter pouring out of him as he bucked his hips, desperate to dislodge the vocalist. Jeongin, not expecting such a forceful response, was sent toppling off the side of the couch; pulling the dancer with him as he clung onto his wrist.

Lino collapsed on top of the fox-like boy with a grunt, relief flooding his body as the sensations ceased. The younger groaned, wincing when the weight landed on him, but he was happy nonetheless.

Jeongin raised an eyebrow, watching with amusement as the older tried to collect himself, his cheeks flushed. “So…thighs, huh?”

“Can it.” Lino muttered back, feeling the blush deepen. The vocalist laughed, relenting as he loosely wrapped his arms around his bandmate.

“Why were you bothering me all day?” Jeongin prompted, tilting his head. Minho shifted in place, looking embarrassed, and he shrugged.

“I-I dunno. We’ve just been busy lately. I missed you.” He mumbled, looking up at the younger through his lashes, a soft pout on his face.

“Bullshit.”

“Excuse me–”

“You wanted me to tickle you, didn’t you?” Jeongin countered, narrowing his eyes as he observed the brilliant red spreading like wildfire across the older’s cheeks. Bingo.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

“Yes you do.” He snickered, his grin widening as Lino got more and more visibly flustered. “You wanted me to tickle you so bad, but you were too embarrassed to ask. Big, mean, Min hyung, too shy to admit he wants something as silly as–” Jeongin’s cut off with a squawk as fingers are shoved underneath his chin, fluttering against his neck.

“You think it’s funny to tease me? Hm?” Minho asked, a pleased smirk on his lips at the effectiveness of his methods. The vocalist dissolved into giggles, cursing himself for having such a ridiculously sensitive neck.

“Nohoho– I-I’m sohohorry!” He sputtered, shaking his head back and forth. Lino snickered, mimicking the action with a shake of his own head, latching one hand onto the younger’s side as he massaged it.

“Too late for sorries, Iyen-ah. You mess with the kitty, you get the claws.”

Jeongin snorted, peaking one eye open to give the older an amused look amidst his laughter. “Thahahat s-sounds sohoho d-dumb.”

“Your face is so dumb.” The dancer countered, leaning closer, darting his fingers around with more vigor. Jeongin gasped, taking a burst of energy to shove his hand into Minho’s armpit. The older jerked back, his eyes widening as the vocalist followed; the two now tumbling around the living room, giggling and poking at any place they could reach.

“Boys!”

They froze, matching fierce blushes creeping up their necks as they turned to the source of the noise. Chan was standing at the hallway entrance, looking exasperated, but fond– headphones dangling around his neck. “As adorable as this is, I’m trying to work. Can you two please keep it down?”

Jeongin sat up, flustered, mumbling some apologies. He jumped when he felt a hand on his knee, but it didn’t try to attack him again. The vocalist looked up, meeting Minho’s eyes, a playful look dancing behind them. The dancer tilted his head towards Chan, his grin growing, and he raised an eyebrow. Oh. Jeongin’s face split into a twin smile, nodding, turning his attention back to the leader. Chan’s eyes widened, sensing the change in target, his ears flushing pink.

“Hey– no– no. I-I have work to do. I’m serious!”

“I’m sure.” Minho nodded sagely, standing up, slowly inching towards the producer.

“We’re serious as well.” Jeongin added on, teasingly wiggling his fingers in the air.

It's a normal day at the dorm. The kids had the day off from practice today. And all of them are doing their own thing.

But for Minho, he was being bratty to the other members. He kept playing pranks on the other boys. And it was getting annoying. He went to go mess with Changbin, but Changbin had a plan to tame his brattiness.

"Binnie!" Minho shouted, as he walked into his room. "What do you want now?" Changbin said, chuckling a little bit. Minho took Changbin's jacket and ran off, laughing like a maniac. Changbin immediately ran after him, chasing him. "That's it!! Get over here!" Changbin shouted, making Minho a bit nervous, but he put the jacket on the couch, and lied next to it, looking innocent.

Changbin caught up to him, and saw him lying on the couch. "That's enough brattiness. I think I need to tickle it out of you." Changbin smirked, and Minho's eyes widened. "W-wait no we can talk about thihis!" Minho was already squirming around, and giggling. He knew he was in for it.

Changbin got on top of Minho, straddling his waist. He was gonna make sure Minho would regret being bratty. Changbin smirks and starts scribbling his fingers over the dancer's tummy, earning adorable squeals from him.

"NononONONO AGH NAHAHAHAHA!" Minho started squirming around, adorable giggles spilling from him. "This is what happens if you get bratty!" Changbin chuckled, crawling his fingers down to Minhos hips, aka his death spot.

"HEY NONONO NOT THEHEHERE!" Minho started squirming more and more, but Changbin finally held his arms down, using his free hand to drill his fingers into the dancer's hips, making Minho squeal and let out more adorable laughter.

"CHANGBIN YAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!" His laughter got louder. And Changbin was just enjoying every moment. "You have such adorable laughter Minho!" He kept going at the dancers hips, before lifting his shirt up, and blowing raspberries on Minho's tummy, making Minho loose his mind, letting out louder, and higher pitch giggles.

"AHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA NOT THE RAHAHASPBERRIES" Minho was always weak to raspberries. He always lost it when someone would use them against him. But he knew he loved it so much

"Are you gonna stop being bratty?" Changbin asked, still tickling his sides. "YEHEHEHEHEHEHEHES IM SORRY PLEHEHEASE!" Changbin smiled and stopped the tickling, letting him rest.

"Next time you get bratty, I'll have Channie-hyung help me."

"I'm not hungry." Were the only three words needed to set alarm bells echoing in Jisung's head, fingers curling around the doorframe tighter as he looked at the elder in nothing short of concern. Mere moments ago, he had been raving about a new Japanese food store that sold pudding, practically bouncing off the walls in an attempt to get Jisung to hurry up and finish his work so they could both try it together. However, the moment he had hurriedly rushed to put on random clothes that made him look like a fashion designer's model, hat practically tipping over and covering his eyes, Minho had abruptly changed his mind, not even sparing him a glance.

"Are you sure? I might just go by myself and eat some good pudding~" Han coaxes, even wiggling his eyebrows, shuffling his arms side to side with a small smile. Despite all of it, Lee Know remained radio silent, pursing his lips into a thin line with the younger's silly actions. Noticing that his usual go-to cheer me up wasn’t working at all, he climbs onto the soft bed, hearing it creak and the sheets dip beneath him earning a wince from the quokka. He moves his face in an attempt to see eye to eye with the older, but each time he gets even into his peripheral view, Lee Know instantly turns his head to the other side, as if trying to hide something.

"C'mon, what's got you so down? Did I do something wrong?" Jisung bites his lip anxiously, his upbeat attitude beginning to fade down with the somber atmosphere, deflating like a balloon that just got popped. Finally locking eyes with the ace, Minho brings him into a tight hug, but the unrelenting silence bothers the quokka, nonetheless. It wasn't till he felt fingers gripping the back of his shirt tighter and tighter did he realise that there was indeed something wrong, just that the elder wasn't exactly ready to spill the beans yet. The least Jisung could do was provide some kind of support, tugging him closer, rubbing his back in small circles, whispering reassurances into his ear, he tried and did everything.

"I don't know, I just... don't feel good," Minho starts off with a shaky breath, pouting slightly when he's pulled out of the younger's shoulder, feeling a palm press to his forehead. Jisung winces at the sudden heat it produces, it was no wonder why Minho felt suspiciously hot when they were hugging. Bringing a thermometer over from the nightstand, it was then proven true that the older had come down with a fever, staring at the sign of 40 degrees Celsius with an almost disappointed gaze. Being pushed back onto the bed tenderly, Han practically teleports around the house, speeding around with medicine and water in hand that nearly split all over the floor from how fast he was running.

"You and I both know you're sick, so please take this," Jisung chided, holding a spoonful of fever meds right to the elder's lips, who stubbornly refused, pushing away his wrist like a petulant child. Softening his gaze, he decided to try another tactic, fingers skittering up Minho's side while the other still held the spoon. Knowing the dancer, his lips immediately parted in a fit of breathless giggles, shaking his head as he stamped his feet on the bed. Seizing the opportunity, he smoothly slid the syrup between his lips, smiling tenderly when the elder's face scrunched from the bitter taste.

"Alright, have some water," Handing him a small glass of water, that Lee Know gladly chugged down in a matter of seconds, he whined and shoved at the younger's hands when he held a fever patch over his forehead, clearly wanting to deny any sort of babying treatment he was getting.

"Jisuhuhung! Nohoho!" Minho got out through strained giggles when nails scraped over his stomach, melodic laughter ringing throughout the room while Han struggled a ton trying to paste the patch onto the dancer's forehead, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding when he heard a tiny wince emit from below him feeling the sudden cold against his body.

"You just love being so stubborn, don't you?" Jisung tuts in faux disappointment, scribbling both his hands over Lee Know's stomach now that they were free, watching in endearment when the elder weakly paws at his hands in an attempt to rid the tingles on his body, which obviously didn't work in his sick state.

"Ehehe! Quhuhuit it!" Minho barks, but it holds now bite as he falls back against the bed, kicking his feet like a child, it was the only thing he could do given his situation. Cooing in adoration, Han can't resist the temptation to pinch one of his cheeks, watching how the skin turned a bright red. Not from pain, but from how flustered the elder was at being treated as such.

"Nohoho more! Tohoho much!" Jisung lets up immediately hearing his tiny cry, not without one last scratch over his side, watching as he jerked away from the hand. He watches the older slowly melt back into the bed, quietly catching his breath. He almost jumps off the bed when he feels a hand on his back but comes to lean into it like a needy cat when it rubs his spine in soothing, tight circles. Placing a chaste kiss on his forehead, Han continues the comforting ministrations, humming a tune under his breath and noticing how fast Minho seemed to knock himself out to the singing and massage.

Pulling a blanket over the elder, he takes just a sneaky photo, sending it over to the members who gave all their best wishes to the snoring bunny, especially a concerned maknae who spammed the chat with crying emojis upon reading the message.

Was Chan being bold and very brave? Yes. Did he hope that Minho would get mad? Yes. Did it work? Very much yes. 

The leader could tell why Minho enjoyed wearing the hoodie so much. It was very comfortable and oversized, even for him. 

But for one, Minho always wore it when he was in a lee mood. Usually, this was an expression that translated to ‘yes, you can wreck me now’ in Chan’s eyes, and Min was always his go-to if he had a ler mood. 

But now, it was quite a different situation. Chan’s lee mood had suddenly crept up on him and caught him off-guard, now he was in the mood to be wrecked in every spot until he went insane. 

And guess who was the best at that? Lee fricking Minho. 

So Chan waited for Min to return from dance practice, taking a small nap and relishing in the warmth of the dancer’s hoodie. 

He hoped Minho would actually be okay with him wearing it; Chan would never want to do something to make the younger uncomfy. 

Soon enough, Minho did return, walking into his room and smiling softly at the sight of the leader squished up so happily, asleep. 

‘Awh, look. The old man’s finally sleepi—wait. Is that my hoodie?’ Minho squinted, leaning closer and smiling wide when he realized it was. 

After a quick shower, he climbed into bed with Channie, grinning before suddenly slipping his warm hands up the hoodie and lightly tickling the older’s sides. 

Chan immediately startled and began to squirm away, the most adorable giggle making its way from his throat. 

“M—Mihin?” Chan asked, and Minho smiled at him. “Yeah?” 

“I’m wearing your hoodie.” Chan informed him. 

“I know. I think you look so cute in my clothes, hyung, I should let you wear them more often.” Minho cooed playfully, missing the big picture of what Chan was trying to imply. 

“I’m wearing the hoodie.” Channie squeaked again, burying his face in his hands and blushing. 

Then it dawned on Minho. ‘Ohhhh.’

A wide, evil smirk made its way onto Minho’s face. 

“Oh? Did you wanna get…wrecked by me?” Minho asked, fingers wiggling in front of Chan’s face; The leader was nodding. 

“Who am I to deny my love what he wants?” Minho snuck his hands under the older’s clothing again to tickle at his sides, and Chan kicked out a little through his giggles. 

“Mihihinho dohohon’t tehehease me plehehease!” Channie pleaded, though his begging fell on deaf ears as Minho’s fingers scratched around his belly next. 

”Fine, fine.“ Suddenly, Lino was changing positions, the older’s left arm pinned above his head as Minho straddled his waist. 

Confused, Chan asked Minho. “Why are you sitting there? Aren’t you gonna get me there?” 

Minho replied quickly. “Slow your horses, I’m just starting here.” His hands dart to the leader’s outstretched underarm. 

Chan let out an embarrassingly loud scream, crumbling under the dancer’s tickly fingers immediately as he submitted to the torture he would be forced to endure. 

Minho wrapped his legs tightly around the other’s waist, knowing how much he liked to squirm around. 

He continued to pull the cutest laughter from a very happy Channie. 

“…How about I try your little signature hoodie move, hm?” Minho teased, and Chan’s widened just as the cat lover’s head ducked below the edge of the hoodie. 

"N-No! That's my idea! It'll only work on you, not me!" Chan tried to protest, and Minho's eyebrows raised in disbelief.

"So, what. You're suddenly not ticklish anymore?" "Yes!"

"...You do realize how dumb that sounds, right?" Minho deadpanned, ducking beneath the leader's hoodie to place a sweet kiss on the older's tummy.

“WAIT MIHIN DOHOHOHOHOHONT! IHI CAHAHANT TAHAHAKE IHIHIT!!” Chan went absolutely ballistic as Minho began to blow raspberries and nibble at the sensitive skin of his belly and waist, his sides not being left out of the arrangement. 

Chan only then understood how much the sensation elated him, the highest pitched laughter echoing through the room as he was tickled without mercy. 

"PLEHEHEASE OHOHO MYHY GAHAHAHAHAD!!!"

Howled laughter was the only thing he could even get out. Chan felt satisfied and content; He had gotten what he wanted. 

When Minho began to nibble torturously over his v-line, Channie absolutely lost it, begging while feeling high at the intense tingly sensations spreading through his body.

"OKAHAHAY IHIHIM GOHONNA DIHIHIHIE!!"

Soon enough, Minho emerged from the hoodie, patting at Chan’s belly and climbing onto him, laying his head on the older’s chest. 

“Seriously, though. I have to dress you in my clothes. You’re making me have cute aggression.” Minho cooed, squeezing the leader's cheeks.

Chan wrapped his arms around the younger and flipped both of them over, immediately knuckling at the kitten's ribs and making him scream out in laughter.

"Guess who's also ticklish?" Chan teased, knuckling ticklishly over the boy's upper ribs.

"THIHIS IHIS UHUHUNFAHAHAIR!!! YOU CANT DO THIS TOHO MEHEEHEHE!!" Minho screeched, twisting and cackling.

"Oh, silly me? News flash, I'm your hyung. I can do what I want." Channie teased, and Minho's face flushed a deep red.

"PLEASE HYUNG NAHAAHAHAHA!"

"Hmmm...I wonder if my baby has a laughing button somewhere?~"

"NOHOHOHO NOHOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!!" Minho pleaded, Chan's fingers moving lower and slowing his movements to both give the younger a break and to torture him with his light strokes.

"H—Hyung...plehehease just do ihihit ahahanything buhut thihis!!" Lino giggled his heart out, just as Chan managed to stick one finger into his belly button.

Minho went ballistic, his high-pitched cackles were back in full force, and Chan relished in how easy it was to reduce the normally bratty kitten into a hysterical, begging mess in seconds.

"GEHEHEHET AHAHAHAHOUT!! IHIHI REHEHEALLY CAHANT—AARGH!" Minho gasped. He almost forgot how much it tickled to have fingers in your belly button.

"Continue giggling for me, and I think I'll just tickle you forever. Your laugh is so sweet~"

At that, Minho started to tear up a little. Both because of the tickles and because of the sudden surge of overwhelming fondness overcoming his senses.

"Crying already? But I wanna keep going!" Chan exclaimed in surprise, though his finger did go from torturously scratching Minho's belly button to tracing around the outer edge.

Minho laid there for a few seconds before sitting up and wrapping his arms around the leader, burying his head into the older's shoulder.

"Oh...Min."

Chan's fingers continued to trace at the younger's sides as he laid them both down, cuddles imminent.

Moods satisfied, the two went to sleep comfortably in each others arms, safe and snug, though Minho did giggle for a lot of the night due to some fingers interfering in his sleep.