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Chan could've sworn he was on his wits' end at this point. He had been incredibly stressed the entire day, and Changbin's existence could just be the bane of his problems. At first, they were just minor inconveniences, trivial little matters that the leader assumed didn't matter much. For example, when the younger refused to help poor Chan out with carrying his computer here and there, totally not leaving the part where the rapper ended up being his little helper for the rest of the day. Now? He was outright denying Chan of his 'Binnie cuddles', making the Aussie feel as if he was reaching the end of the world.
He has been trying to get Changbin into his grasp for the past one hour, just to be let down by clearly made up excuses and huge pouts, or simply having him walk in the opposite direction where the elder was heading to. It was infuriating! Or that's what Chan scoffed at Jisung, at least, unable to figure out a solution to his 100% world destroying problem at hand. Jisung gave a heavy sigh, rolling his eyes at the words the Aussie was rambling to him, even adding exaggerated gestures to show how much pain he was going through.
"Can't you just like, use that method you did in that one all-night Stray Kids thing?" The younger murmured, thinking nothing of his words, he was sure Chan would take it as a joke and not more than that.
"Jisung, I think that sometimes I don't give you enough credit. That's a genius idea!" He exclaims, making the ace deflate in his seat with absolute shock; he would've never guessed how desperate Chris was! He's brought back to the present when the Aussie shakes his shoulders, and seeing the stars that began to light up in his eyes, he didn't have the heart to let him know he was just fooling around.
Now, how exactly do you train a Changbin? There's just four simple methods! The first being: Provocation.
Walking out into the hallway, Chan tried his hardest to conceal the smug grin that threatened to take over his face, deliberately passing by Changbin while speaking awfully loudly to Seungmin, who had the unfortunate job of playing guinea pig just to help the leader out. Well, and maybe also to see Changbin's expressions, what a menance!
"Ah, Changbin can't even do something as simple as cuddling! I guess he really can't do anything after all..." Chan snickered, to which Seungmin whispered back seeing how the rapper immediately jumped out of his seat, looking behind him and staring holes into the backs of their shirts. It was clear that day that they already caught his attention; as according to plan.
"Seungmin, you're much better at cuddling than Changbin, aren't you~?" Chan cooed, making Seungmin bite back a groan of denial hearing what he had to agree to, but nodding nonetheless; trying to look as proud as he could. A second method of getting Changbin back: Comparison. Being the competitive, innocent soul he was, Changbin was no doubt feeling incredibly jealous, of course he was better at cuddling than some puppy, look at his arms; they're huge! And also the perfect size for a good hug.
"Changbin really isn't able to cuddle well, I bet he could never hug me as good as you, Minnie!" There came the third and fourth methods: Exaggeration and repetition. Changbin's fingers dug so deep into the couch he could've just torn the fabric right then and there, he couldn't stand hearing that Christopher would choose anyone over him to hold! Not able to hear the leader repeat over and over about how Changbin 'wasn't the best at cuddling', he practically leapt out of his seat, shoving Seungmin (gently) and taking his rightful place in Chan's arms. Showing a playful wink, the vocalist nodded in agreement with a chuckle, shoving his hands into his pockets before walking right out the door.
"Someone finally decided to come to me after so long, hm? Don't you think that deserves punishment?" The hair on Changbin's neck stood on its ends when he felt a warm breath brush against his skin, a soft caress yet with a dangerous undertone. With only a squeal of protest that barely made it past his lips, it soon turned into giggles and shrieks when hands scribbled over his sides, finding himself almost stuck with how tight the leader's arms were around him.
"Ehehe noho! I-I'm sohohorry!" The younger whined, but his words fell on deaf ears, soft laughter continuing to ring throughout the room, besides the creaking of the couch every once in a while whenever Changbin would jolt whenever the elder hit a particularly sensitive spot on his sides, taking special care to tweak it for a little while longer than the others.
"I don't think you're sorry... You denied me cuddles all day and apologise now when you get punished, I thought you were better than this, Bin-ah..." Chan feigned disappointment, tutting in disapproval at Changbin, who only responded with high pitched giggles. His hands soon wandered to his thighs, drumming onto the skin teasingly, pulling a panicked scream from on top of him. Try as he might, it was useless against the Aussie's determination, squeezing the chubby skin rapidly.
"WAHAHA! I-I'M SOHOHORRY!" Changbin pleaded, looking almost pitiful in his position on Chan's lap. He had nowhere to go, lifting his legs off the elder's lap, it tickled way too much, leaving him to just endure the tingles that shot through his body. It gave Chan a somewhat sadistic satisfaction, seeing his revenge served onto a silver spoon for him.
"Hm... I don't really believe you yet, how about you laugh a little more?" Yes, maybe he was being a little over the top. Yes, maybe he was being a little too mean as well, but when you see someone as muscle-built as Changbin turn into a hysteric mess over a few thigh squeezes, who wouldn't take advantage of that?
"PLEHEHEASE! I-IT'S TOHOHORTURE!" Chan always found it cute how Changbin would stammer through his laughter, especially when it came to his second sentence. Ignoring his completely hopeless pleas, he prodded his way into the younger's underarms, scribbling his nails quickly over the smooth surface and pulling a surprised squeal, and it wasn't long till booming cackles sounded yet again.
"NOHOHOT THEHEHERE! PLEHEHEASE I'M GOING TO DIEHEHE!" Changbin begged once again, clamping his arms to his sides in what was a trying attempt to block out the sensations that were frying his brain to no avail, tears of mirth welling up into his eyes. Seeing that he had hit his limit, the Aussie finally decided to give some reprieve, slithering his fingers away from the younger's underarms and watching the tears soak into his cheeks. He placed a kiss onto each one of them, letting himself giggle when he saw the skin flush under his affection.
Pulling Changbin into an actual hug, he brought them both down to the couch, embracing how warm (and huge) his arms were around his waist, scratching fingers into his scalp while another kneaded the nape of his neck. He internally cooed at the relieved and content sighs that left the rapper's lips, his eyes instantly lidding and snuggling his head into Chan's chest; he couldn't tell if it was because of his ministrations or the exhaustion, but he basked in it nonetheless.
