“P-plehehease stahahahahahap! Mercy! Mercy!!” Allen laugh-cried.

“No secrets!” Anne declared.

Hajun, who happened to be passing by, halted as soon as he noticed his two group mates fooling around. He sighed before asking, “What are you doing?”

The two jumped and turned around to see Hajun, looking down on them. “So immature…” he scorned.

“Hajun…” they said in unison.

“Do you two have no sense of shame?”

“Oh, come on, Hajun,” Anne retorted, “We were just having a little fun is all.”

“Maybe you were,” Allen countered, clutching his sides.

Anne chuckled at that.

Hajun rolled his eyes. “I don’t see what’s so fun about something as childish as that.”

“What, you too ticklish or something?” Anne remarked, wiggling their fingers at him.

Hajun’s eyes widened. He blinked a couple times. Closing his eyes and furrowing his brow, he turned away and said, “No, of course not.”

“Hmm, I’m not sure if I believe you. What do you think, Allen?”

“I don’t believe him for a second.”

Anne and Allen exchanged knowing looks. They turned to Hajun, who opened one eye to peek at them—but he was too late. His feisty bandmates were already on top of him.

The two tackled Hajun to the ground, Allen grabbing his arms and holding them behind his head as Anne clambered onto his legs.

“H-hold on, is this really necessary?” Hajun asked warily.

“Yep,” Anne grinned.

“There’s no way you’re more ticklish than me,” Allen reassured him, “So don’t worry, you’ll be fine.”

Just hold it in, Hajun thought. It’s like he said, there’s no way-

“EEYAHAHA! NohohoaAAHAhahaAhahAHA!”

Fuck.

“Oh my gosh!” Anne exclaimed, “Are you really this ticklish??”

“Whoa! I wasn’t expecting him to laugh at all!”

Hajun had thought he would be able to hold back, but they really took him by surprise! Anne was drilling their thumbs into Hajun’s bottom ribs, one of his weakest spots (unbeknownst to them).

“I-I’M NAHahahAHAAAAA! AHAHAHANNE!!”

Anne suddenly switched to kneading his hips, another really bad spot. (They must have secret tickle spot locating powers, or something.) Hajun was practically howling in protest, but the pair was having far too much fun to stop.

“Are you seeing this?” Anne asked Allen excitedly.

“I’ve never seen him laugh like this before.” Allen stared in disbelief.

“STOHOHAHAHAHAHAP! THIHIHIS ISN’T FAHAHAHAHAIR!”

“Sorry, but this is just too good,” Anne said.

Allen, getting mildly jealous, put Hajun’s wrists in one hand so that he could lightly scratch Hajun’s neck and ears with the other. Anne began tickling him under his arms. This wasn’t nearly as bad, but it did elicit some… unfavorable reactions.

“EhehehEHE *snort* I-ahahA *snort* StohohOHOP IHIHIHIT!”

“Did he just snort!?” Allen asked.

“Sounded like it!”

“Ahare you ehehEHEven listening to mehE *snort* ehEHE!”

“Ah! He does it whenever you brush up against the back of his left ear!” Anne said to Allen.

“N-no I doHO *snort* hOHON’T!”

“He does!” Allen declared. “Hm, let me try something…” Allen put Hajun’s arms on the ground and held them down with his knees instead. Now that both of his hands were free, he reached over and vibrated his fingers in between Hajun’s ribs. “He was laughing a lot louder when you did it. What am I doing wrong? I thought you were-”

“NAHAHAHAHAHA! NohohahAHAHAT THAHAHAHAT AGAHAHAHAHA!”

“Oh! Heh, did I find it?”

Allen did indeed find those two little spots just beneath Hajun’s bottom ribs that Anne had discovered earlier. Meanwhile, Anne was back to massaging his hips.

“Coochie coochie coo~!” Anne teased. “Who’s a ticklish little prince?”

Hajun blushed.

“Where else are we ticklish, hm~?”

Allen paused, watching Anne.

“How about… here!” Anne emphasized “here” with a squeeze to Hajun’s upper thighs.

“EHE! D-dohoHOHOHOHON’T!!”

“Are you ticklish everywhere!?” Allen exclaimed.

Hajun shook his head (lying).

Anne squeezed Hajun’s thighs a few more times before Allen asked, “Anne, do you mind if we swap?”

“What, you want in on this action?”

“Oh, shut up. Just come here.”

“D-do I get a say in this?”

“No,” Allen and Anne answered bluntly.

Hajun’s brain was so fried at this point that he barely made any attempt to escape as his two attackers swapped positions. Anne held on to his arms as Allen sat by his legs and put his feet in a headlock. He began to take off Hajun’s shoes.

Suddenly, Hajun was on high alert again.

“W-wait, AlleeEEE!”

“Ooh, I think you may have struck gold,” Anne remarked.

“Does it tickle, Hajun?” Allen asked, just barely wiggling his finger against Hajun’s sock-covered sole.

Hajun winced.

“Does it tickle, Hajun?” Anne repeated softly into Hajun’s ear.

Allen slowly removed one of Hajun’s socks and curled his fingers against the arch of his foot.

“G-gaha! GahahanjileobdaAAAHAHAHAHA!”

“What?” the two asked.

“K-kusuhuguttaidesu! IhihIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES!!”

“Ohh.”

“Yeah, I thought it might,” Allen said before stripping Hajun’s socks off completely and scribbling all over both of his feet.

“AAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! HAHAHAHAJIMAHAHA!”

“What was that?” Allen looked over his shoulder at Hajun’s bright red face.

“DOHOHOHON’T! PLEHEHEHEHEAAAAAHAHA! NAHAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHERE!! AHAHAHAHALLEN!!”

“I think he means under his toes,” Anne commented. “Am I right?” they whispered into his ear.

Hajun whined.

“Riiiiight here?” Allen gently pressed into the ball of Hajun’s foot.

Hajun couldn’t help but smile in anticipation.

“Tickle tickle! Tickle tickle tickle~!” Allen teased as he went to town on Hajun’s worst spot.

“Tickletickletickletickletickle,” Anne repeated in his ear. “You’re the most ticklish prince in the world, aren’t you?”

“AHAHAHAHAHAAAAA *hic* HAHAHAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAAHAHA!!!” Hajun screamed before his laughter went silent.

His sunglasses fell off his face, revealing tears of mirth trickling down his hot cheeks. Not wanting to push their poor friend too far, Anne and Allen released him a few seconds after he went silent. While Hajun laid there panting, Allen delicately put his socks and shoes back on for him.

“Why…?” Hajun finally said.

“We’ve never heard you laugh like that before,” Allen said.

“And you looked like you needed some fun,” Anne added. “Did you have fun?”

Hajun looked up at them and blushed even deeper. “M-maybe,” he muttered as he looked away. “Whatever.”

Anne and Allen smiled.

“Why were you attacking Allen in the first place, Anne?”

“Allen’s keeping something from me,” they said, glaring at Allen.

“Wh-why don’t we just forget about that?”

Anne held out a hand to Hajun. “Wanna help me out?”

Hajun nodded. The two leered at Allen.