more than okay (version 1)
ïż« summary: When your raging lee mood begins to take a toll on you, you start to isolate yourself to try to keep it at bay. Having kept this part of you a secret, the boys are left in the dark and send Jimin to figure out what's wrong.
ïż« genre: tickle fic, fluff, hurt/comfort, angst
ïż« pairing(s): poly!bts x reader, ot7 x reader, jimin x reader heavy
ïż« warnings: none
ïż« word count: 5.8k
ïż« A/N: i have a couple things to note about this fic. 1) it was originally written with jimin only but i expanded it to include ot7, so that is why it is heavily jimin focused! 2) there are actually three versions of this fic đ this one is on the teasy side so i was most eager to share this one. as for the other two versions, one is on the softer side and the other is somewhere in the middle! let me know if you want me to post those :)
a lot of the dialogue is pretty consistent between all three, but there are lines / scenes that have been altered in a way that i thought fit the mood of the specific fic better. in other words, the way i have jimin find out and react to why you're upset is slightly different across each one.
if there are any errors i sincerely apologize. also, seeing as i wrote this with myself in mind, please note that this fic is written from the perspective of fem!reader with my features.
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You had been in a lee mood for over two weeks and hadnât been tickled at all within that time. The lack of tickles was eating you up inside. It wasnât rare for the boys to tickle you, so the fact that you hadnât even received a flutter of fingers under your chin or a playful huff of air into your ear was bewildering.Â
If you were being too snarky, the boys would gang up on you, tickling you to shreds until you apologized. Here and there they would surprise you with a poke to the stomach to get your attention. They would tase your sides on the daily just to tease you.Â
However, you had not received any of the sort for the past couple of weeks. You werenât even getting the bare minimum from them and it was getting to you.Â
You made fun of the boys several times, hoping it would earn you punishment tickles like usual. Instead of them retaliating, they would only roll their eyes and chuckle, giving a witty remark in return. Although amusing, these interactions were not what you were looking for.
During one of the first nights that your lee mood went up in flames, you figured you had taken it too far during your desperation when Jungkook ended up storming out of the room. Feeling remorseful and ignoring the remaining boysâ pleas for you to come back, you went up to your room for the rest of the night.Â
You tried bothering them in a playful manner, poking them in their sides and cheeks, but this proved unsuccessful. They only pushed you away just as playfully, oblivious to why you were making such an effort to pester them.Â
Once again, you must have taken it too far at one point during a K-drama marathon, for Yoongi snapped at you after one too many pokes. Feeling like a wilted flower, you sank into the sofa cushions while hot tears began to form. You felt guilty for irritating him to the point that he lost his patience with you; but more importantly, you felt ashamed that your secret desperation for something was starting to affect the people around you. After about five minutes of trying to fight your tears away, you bid the boys goodnight and claimed that you were too tired to continue the show. Once you entered your room and shut the door, you let the tears flow.
Other times, you tried to pout subtly, hoping that the boys would fall for your frowns and tickle you to cheer you up. You were sure it would work, as tickling was a common method of theirs to get you to smile again. Yet, the boys didnât notice your pouts nor your dramatic sighs. If they did, you only received hugs and hair ruffles. You didnât hate those gestures at all, but it still wasnât what you were looking for.
You couldnât ask any of the boys for tickles because none of them knew how much you enjoyed being tickled, nor what the concept of tickling meant to you. They didnât know how important tickling was in helping you feel closer to the ones you loved, and how carefree and happy it made you. Thus, you were too afraid to ask. Every time you saw one of them around the house, you yearned to ask them, but of course you couldnât.Â
Being unable to ask them or talk to them about how tickling consumed your mind only made you sad. As a result, you felt as though you could no longer be around any of them. You were becoming increasingly discouraged that your usual methods werenât working. What was the point of sticking around if you werenât getting the attention you needed? Why would you bother being in the same room as any of them if all you felt was an ache in your chest, wishing they could just tickle you already? Why would you subject yourself to that, when you knew each interaction would end in disappointment and irrational contempt towards the boys just because they couldnât read your mind?
You were so desperate, yet nothing was working despite your efforts. With that extra rush of dopamine missing, you began isolating yourself.
When home, you came out of your bedroom less frequently, really only letting yourself out when you had to use the bathroom or join them for meals. The eight of you frequently had movie nights, but ever since you developed the need to isolate, you never lasted long.Â
You stopped participating in conversations with them while at the dinner table, having no energy to speak.
If any of the boys did speak to youâeither while eating or when they ran into you somewhere in the houseâmost of the replies they received from you were mumbles, short phrases, or one word answers. You were sure that they were getting sick of hearing âmhmâ and ânice,â over and over again. However, you couldnât help it. You had very little energy.
You didnât even have the energy to reply to their text messages in the groupchat, only answering hours later or not at all.
You felt foolish letting something like this take such a toll on you. You figured there were worse things to worry about aside from wondering when your next tickle attack was going to be. However, the distress was hard to contain. Something you were so used to getting just suddenly disappeared. There was no way for you to take control in getting it back, because once again, you couldnât dare to ask. You only hoped that this depression you had fallen into would pass just like it had in the past countless times before.Â
You were also afraid that your constant badgering was annoying the boys, thinking back to how Jungkook stormed away and how Yoongi snapped at you. However, you couldnât blame them; you had been doing it more than usual to gain their tickles. You figured it was best that you leave them alone for their sake.Â
Unbeknownst to you, the boys had actually noticed your appearances downstairs become less and less frequent. They tried their best to cheer you up.Â
They started playing playlists that included several of your favorite songs on purpose, noticing your lack of reactions as you would usually start singing along and trying to get them to dance with you.Â
They noticed how you stared into space at dinner instead of joining in the conversations like usual, despite them making your favorite meals.Â
They began sending more and more things in the groupchat of memes and videos they knew you would enjoy, hoping it would elicit some reaction out of you. But of course, nothing came of it, and once again they noticed.Â
They noticed how you left the room early each night, taking note that you never lasted more than thirty minutes into each film or show despite them choosing your favorites.
The boys really knew something was up when last night, you didnât even bother joining them at all. They chose your number one comfort film, assuming it would surely cheer you up. They were shocked when you declined.
Seeing you growing sadder and sadder, they now figured it was best to give you space as that was something that worked in the past and nothing else seemed to be working. They just didnât know that this time around, space was the last thing you needed.Â
So there you were, another early evening on your bed longing for a certain touch. The last hour of daylight was illuminating your room. Your phone buzzed beside your head, and you picked it up slightly to read a text from Jungkook telling the groupchat that dinner was almost ready. You felt tears brimming your eyes. You didnât feel like eating, let alone be around them.Â
When you didnât come down for dinner, the boys knew that they had to intervene and ask you what was going on. They were growing increasingly worried for you.
After they finished eating, they headed upstairs. As they came closer and closer to your closed door, they could make out your quiet sobs. Jungkookâs, Taehyungâs, and Hobiâs eyes were as wide as quarters. The rest of them looked around at each other, wondering how to approach the situation. How long had you been crying? Had you been crying like this every night?Â
âJimin-ah,â Namjoon said quietly. âMaybe you should go in there alone.â
âYeah,â Yoongi agreed, putting his hand on Namjoonâs shoulder. âI think we can all agree that she finds it easier to open up to you more.â
Jimin just nodded, not denying their words.
âWeâll stay out here,â Jin whispered.Â
âJust update us,â Hobi interjected.
âWe wanna know whatâs wrong with our baby girl,â Taehyung added.
âCan you leave the door open a crack?â Jungkook asked innocently, earning snickers from the rest of the boys.Â
âWhat?â Jungkook pouted, trying to remain serious. âI wanna know whatâs going on.â As the boys continued to chuckle, he couldnât help smiling with them.Â
âYes, Jungkookie,â Jimin smiled assuredly, âI can do that.âÂ
Once they quieted down, Jimin knocked on the door and held his breath. No answer. He knocked againâlouder this timeâwhich was when your sobs paused. You werenât expecting a sudden interruption into your crying session.
âWhat?â you asked sassily, not bothering to hide how upset you were.
âCan I come in, baby girl?âÂ
You melted at the sound of Jimin's voice. You were conflicted. You thought it was best to leave them alone and isolate yourself, but you were also in desperate need of comfort.
âY-yeah, okay,â you replied, propping yourself up on one of your elbows. You took a deep breath to compose yourself, wiping the tears on your face away with your sleeve.Â
You rubbed at your eyes briefly to clear your vision, not noticing Jimin struggling to make his way into the room without exposing the boys in the hallway. Just as he promised Jungkook, he left it open a crack so that they could hear.
He sat on the bed, and your quick glance at him caused you to see how worried he looked. Your stubbornness stopped you from believing that he was actually concerned, thus you were shocked to see his worried face.
âWeâre all worried about you, baby. Can you tell me whatâs going on, pretty girl?â He hoped that his gentle tone and choice of pet names would convince you, but he didnât know that it wasnât that simple this time. "Why're you crying?â
You shook your head and laid down. There was no way you could tell him the truth.Â
âY/N, honey, youâve been locking yourself in your room for the majority of the day and barely talking to us.â He reached out and grazed your nose with his finger, hoping some playfulness would make you come around. âWe just want to know whatâs going on. We wanna help you.â
Except for a sigh, you remained silent.Â
Jimin maneuvered his neck, trying to catch your eye. âI'm not leaving here until you tell me. Please, baby girl.âÂ
You just looked at your hands, heart rate beginning to increase. Either you had to come up with a good enough lie fast or Jimin was going to be there for a long time.Â
âWhatever it is, jagiya, you can trust me,â Jimin said sweetly, wiping the remaining tears from your cheeks. âIâm not gonna be mad.â
You played with your fingers, heart beating even faster. Sure, maybe Jimin wouldnât be mad. But, maybe heâd be judgmental. Confused. Disgusted. To tell him or not to tell him. You didnât want to risk it. Yet his tone, the pet names, and the words of affirmation were tempting. But, you couldnât do it. You couldnât tell him the truth. You couldnât bring yourself to lie either, so you decided to stay silent.Â
You looked up at Jimin shyly, squinting your eyes to show him that you werenât budging. âMake yourself comfy Jimin. Itâs gonna be a long night.â
âSo you're gonna tell me?â
âNo.â
âBut you just saidââ
âI didn't say that to invite you to story time,â you snapped, immediately regretting it. You took a deep breath to compose yourself, voice now coming out small. âI just meant that you should expect to stay awhile because Iâm not telling you anything. You can sit here all night, but Iâm not saying a word.â
Suddenly, Jimin's concerned facial expression turned into an impish smile. He wasn't fazed by you snapping at him; he was going to use it to his advantage.
âY/N,â Jimin said mischievously. âIf you donât tell me whatâs wrong right now, I'm going to have to make you.â
Butterflies immediately erupted in your stomach. You knew that tone and threat all too well. However, you didnât want to get too ahead of yourself. All week you had been trying to get him and the boys to tickle you; this was almost too good to be true. But the way he spoke to you, and the way he was looking at you, you knew it was going to happen.Â
You bit your lip, trying to keep your composure. You had to look stubborn but flustered, knowing it would encourage him. You needed him to do this. Yet, you also couldnât look excited, for you couldnât let him know that this is exactly what you wanted.
Before you knew it, Jimin had straddled your hips and pinned your arms above your head. Nervous giggles fell from your lips, causing Jimin to grin. He knew this would make you tell, and he also knew that he would finally see a genuine smile on your face after too long.
âJimihihihinâŠâ you trailed off, trying to remain calm but obviously failing.
âLast chance, baby girl,â he teased, wiggling his fingers above your tummy tauntingly while keeping your hands secure under his free one. âYou better tell me.â
With your stomach doing somersaults, you shook your head, knowing it would immediately set him off. The anticipation was killing you.
At the speed of light he dug both hands in your armpits, beginning the barrage of tickles that you had been desperately waiting for the past two weeks. Clamping your arms down from pure instinct, you burst into loud laughter. You made small efforts to push his arms away, trying to keep up the charade that you wanted to avoid his tickles but not wanting to intervene too much that heâd stop. You werenât complaining though, as each time you tried pushing him away it allowed for him to dig his fingers in deeper.Â
âJIMIHIHIHIHIHIN!â you screeched. You were squirming this way and that and screaming, but you genuinely didnât want him to stop.
âWhahahahahat?!â he mocked, laughing at your wiggling state underneath him.
He moved onto your ribs, never letting you get used to the feeling of his fingers on a single one. Every movement caused you to let out a new hysterical giggle.Â
âWhatâs so funny?â he teased, now targeting your sides and hips.
âNOTHIHIHING!â you squealed as he reached a particularly sensitive spot.Â
âExactly, jagiya, nothingâs funny, this is serious!â He said, with mock anger. âSo you just have to tell me!âÂ
You couldnât argue, as he took your hands in his own and targeted the spot right under your armpit, beside your breast. As much as it tickled, you didnât try too hard to keep your arms down.
âHEHEHEHEHEY!â you screamed, thrashing and bucking your hips at the sensation. It was one of your worst spotsâwhich he knewâso he had to take advantage of it to make you spill. As torturous as it was, it was also your favorite spot, so you hoped he wouldnât move or stop too soon.
However, Jimin suddenly did stop, getting off of your hips to let you speak. âAre you gonna tell me now, baby girl?âÂ
He stopped the tickle attack too soon for your liking. You fought back a whine, struggling to hide your disappointment. You wanted more.
âNo.â
You saw a flicker of confusion on Jiminâs face. He knew this wasnât just you being stubborn; you flat out said no when you would usually go for the silent treatment. He saw the way you immediately frowned when he stopped tickling you. Now that he thought about it, he noticed how you barely made any efforts to fight his hands. He wasnât too sure about what was happening, but he had a hunch.
âAlrightâŠâ he said mischievously. âI guess you leave me no choice!âÂ
Just as quickly as he stopped, Jimin climbed back on you and started up again, attacking your inner thighs with merciless squeezes that he knew would send you into hysterics.
âJIMIHIHIHIHIN!â you screamed, thrashing around the mattress. As much as it was almost unbearable, you were high on the feeling. This was what you wanted. You wanted him to continue with the tickles.
He leaned down, whispering in your ear in a way that even that tickled. âYou better tell me, jagiya.â
âNOHOHOHO!â You fought back, managing to push him away from your face.Â
âOhohoh,â he taunted evilly. âNow youâre gonna get it.â He whipped around and grabbed your ankle, now attacking your foot.Â
âDONâT DONâT DONâTâ You screamed as his fingers made contact with your arch, excited panic hitting you. You sat up, trying to grab his wrists to protect yourself.Â
âWell, then TELL ME!â he laughed, listening to your pleas, but only after grazing your toes as an extra threat to show you that he meant business.Â
He let go of your ankle and turned around, getting off you once more.Â
You had to fight back a whine once again, not quite satisfied with the amount of tickles you had received from Jimin. Not only that, he was persistent about telling him what was wrong. Jimin immediately took notice at the sign of yet another frown forming.Â
âWhatâs the matter?â He asked, exasperated giggles spilling from his lips. âAre you embarrassed?â He studied your face carefully. As you plopped back down on the mattress, a lightbulb went off in his head. It wasnât embarrassment that you were feeling.
âWait a second,â he giggled. âYou wanted this didnât you?â He started poking all over your tummy and sides.Â
âNohohoho,â you argued weakly, barely making any efforts to protect your vulnerable spots.Â
âYes!â Jimin said excitedly, a huge grin now plastered on his face. âYOU WANT THIS!âÂ
And with that, he was on top of you again. He stuck his hands in your neck, laughing at how you scrunched up your shoulders. Taking advantage of that reaction, he stuck his hands under your armpits and tickled you there. He laughed some more as he switched between the two, never letting you get used to the feeling of one spot or allow you to protect yourself long enough.Â
âI could just do this forever,â Jimin cooed, watching your reaction closely.
âNOHOHOHO!â you argued, trying to show him that his suspicions were incorrect.Â
But, it was no use. He could tell that you were barely trying to escape his touch and that the smile on your face was one of contentment and relief. This was the you that he and the boys had been missing the past couple of weeks. He knew you needed this. And he was happy to oblige.Â
âOh, my, GOHOHOD!â he cackled, taking in this new information. âThis is amazing!â He slowed the tickles to pokes again, not wanting to stop but allowing you room to answer him.
âIs this what was wrong, baby girl?â He asked, no sign of judgment in his voice. âYou just needed tickles?âÂ
His eyes sparkled and his teeth were showing. He looked genuinely happy with this new knowledge. There wasnât any use lying to him any more.Â
âYou love when we tickle you, donât you?â he asked, playfully but gently.Â
You bit your lip, nodding shyly. You couldnât believe you were admitting this.
âIs that why youâve been extra annoying lately?â he teased, skittering his fingers across your belly, causing you to jerk.
âMaybeâŠâ You trailed off, feeling your face heat up from embarrassment.Â
âIt's okay, jagiya,â he giggled, leaning down to kiss and blow into your neck. You let out uncontrollable giggles, instinctively trying to scrunch up your shoulders.Â
âWhy didnât you tell us?â he growled into your ear, fueling more uncontrollable giggles from you. âHuh? Huh?âÂ
âBeheheCAHAHAUSE!â You squealed, actually trying to push him away now because you were beginning to feel self-conscious.
Jimin finally let up. He got off of you and rested his hands in his lap, watching you closely. âBecause why, baby?â
âBecauseâŠâ You repeated, face feeling like it was on fire. You covered your face with your hands, the next few words barely audible. âItâs embarrassing.â
âAwww, baby girl,â Jimin cooed, taking your wrists in his hands and managing to pull them away from your face. âDon't hide, sweetheart. It shouldn't be embarrassing, baby.â
âItâs not that simple, Jimin,â you whined. âYou donât understand.â
âThen help me to,â he replied, giving you a reassuring smile. He pulled you into his lap, making you lean back against his chest and wrapping his arms around your middle. âWhatâs been going on?â
You took a deep breath, hoping you could trust him fully with this information. There was no getting around it this time. It was time to come clean.
âWell, iâuh, often get these cravings. Well, itâs more like a mood.â
âA mood?âÂ
âYeah, uh⊠a lee mood.â You had never said it out loud before. It was so foreign to you that you almost didnât know how to continue. âBeing a lee means that I like to be, uh⊠god⊠t-worded.â
âTickled?â Jimin asked, gesturing for clarification as if it was nothing.
âI canât say it,â you squeaked, letting out a nervous laugh. âItâs ât-word.ââ
âYou canât say⊠tickle?â Jimin teased, digging all ten fingers into your sides so quickly that you could barely register it, causing you to gasp.
âJimihihihinâŠâ you tittered.
âOkay, okay,â he chuckled, urging you to continue explaining.
âIf iI were a ler, then that would mean I like to⊠t-word⊠other peopleâŠâ If it were physically possible, you swear your face would be completely engulfed in flames by now. Why were you even explaining it in depth? Did he even want to hear about this? âGod, Iâm sorryâ"
âNo no, baby,â Jimin reassured, rocking you back and forth a bit. âNo apologizing. I wanna know all about this if it helps me to understand what youâve been going through the past week.â
You took a deep breath again, taking in Jiminâs natural scent to calm yourself.
âOkay, well. Like I said, I get into these lee moods, which basically means I'm craving to be t-worded. The past couple of weeks, I've been in this huge lee mood.â You went to cover your face, but he held your hands down.
âAh, so I was right,â Jimin giggled. âYou did want us to tickle you, huh?â
âYeah,â you whined. âYou guys tend to do it a lot, which makes me very happy.â
âHow can we resist?â Jimin retorted, poking you a few times to get you to squirm. âYouâre just so adorable when we tickle you, baby girl.â
âWell, yeah⊠but you guys havenât been doing that at all. Not even a poke.â Realizing what you were saying, you started to feel panicked. This was so stupid. This wasnât something worth getting upset over. You didnât want it to seem like Jimin or the others had to apologize for anything. âIâm so sorry, Jimin, this is so dââ
âOh no, baby, no,â Jimin cooed, squeezing you a bit to initiate a hug from behind. âI get it, baby girl, I know. Itâs just like needing a hug, right, baby? Itâs just another form of physical touch, right?â
You let out a sigh of relief. He was understanding you completely and he wasnât judging you at all.
âYes, thatâs exactly it,â you said, squeezing him back. âBut I donât know⊠wanting to be t-worded just becomes such an overwhelming feeling. I was so desperate for it. I just wanted to laugh without a care in the world and be under your guysâ control.â You couldnât help but scoff at yourself, but Jimin was grinning behind you.Â
âYou're so cute,â Jimin reassured, demonstrating that it was okay to continue.
âThatâs why I was annoying you guys so much. Usually when I did those things, youâd t-word me. I couldn't ask, so I was just hoping I'd set you guys off.â
âSo that's why you were making those extra mean jokes⊠and poking me so much.â
âExactly,â you said shyly. âBut this time, I was trying extra hard, but nothing was happening. So I got sad. I just felt like I was bothering you guys. I thought it would be better to stay away. I just wanted to isolate myself because it was hard being around you guys knowing nothing would happen⊠it didnât help that just simply being in the same room made the mood grow.â
âAwwww, my baby, my baby,â Jimin uttered softly. âI'm sorry you werenât getting what you wanted, jagiya. I wish you had told us sooner, baby, but I understand why you didnât. If you asked, we would've given you what you needed right away.â
Needed. He understood. He knew that tickling wasnât just a random, everyday concept to you; it was something required from time to time for you to be happy.Â
You patted his arms as a gesture to let you go, but not for long. You turned, straddling his lap and hugging him. âThank you,â you said shyly, feeling the urge to cry from relief.Â
âOf course, my love,â he replied kindly, engulfing you in his embrace.Â
âLook at me, baby,â Jimin said softly, pulling you away and holding your face in his hands. âI donât want you to ever think you canât come to us about anything, okay? And I donât want you to think you canât come to us about this. We don't think itâs embarrassing or gross, okay? We love tickling you, and knowing this only makes us want to do it more.â
You let out nervous giggles at the last part, flattered and flustered. âHow do you know that they wonât judge me, though?â You pouted, feeling uneasy. âI donât think I can bear to come clean about this again, Minnie. At least, not for a really long time.â The thought of having to explain this all again was intimidating. Saying it to Jimin was one thing, but explaining it to the rest of the boys was something else.
Jimin tightened his arms around you slightly, afraid youâd run away. âWell, jagiya, theyâve uh⊠been listening the whole time.â
âWhat?â You looked around the room, thinking they were hiding in there somewhere. âWhat do you mean?â
âHey, hey,â Jimin said tenderly. âItâs going to be okay, baby, I promise.â
Your bedroom door opened slowly, and you moaned at the sight of the other six boys.Â
âOh my godâŠâ you groaned, throwing your head into Jiminâs shoulder. âThis is so embarrassing. You've really been there listening the whole time?â
âWell yeah, baby,â Namjoon said as he walked in, the others following suit. âWe wanted to know what was going on.â
âBut, we didnât want to intimidate you with all of us coming in at once,â Taehyung added, sitting on the bed beside you and Jimin. He ran his hand down your back, hoping it would reassure you.
âYou guys really arenât judging me?â
âWe could never,â Yoongi said, reaching over to pat your head.Â
âYeah, jagiya,â Jungkook said, sitting next to Taehyung. âYou heard Jimin hyung. This only makes us want to tickle you more.â He wiggled his fingers, earning sheepish giggles from you.Â
âWe love you,â Jin added. âNo exceptions or conditions.â
Hobi brushed some strands of hair behind your ear and smiled. âWe promise.â
âJust you wait,â Jimin said as he squeezed you. âWe're gonna take advantage of this. Be prepared for lots and lots of tickles. And never be afraid to ask. Never be afraid to ask for more.â
You squirmed in his hold, wanting to hide in his neck but you knew you didnât need to. The boys loved you for you, maybe even more now. âThank you, guys.â
Despite the reassurance that their love for you hadnât wavered, you had to admit that you felt a bit on edge in their presence. You couldnât believe the seven of them learned about your secret all at once. Although it was daunting, you also felt a small sense of relief that you wouldnât have to go through the conversation again.Â
Perhaps sensing your nervousness, Yoongi asked, âYou okay, baby?â
You sighed, shrugging your shoulders and giving them all a forced smile. âYeah. Just⊠you know. That was scary to admit. Iâve been hiding it for a long time.âÂ
âWeâre so proud of you for telling us,â Hobi said, eyes gentle as he nodded reassuringly.Â
âI know it wasnât easy, baby, but you were so brave,â Jimin cooed. âEven if I did force it out of you a littleâŠâ
âThereâs nothing to be ashamed of,â Yoongi added, eyebrows raised with a gentle smile to ensure that it was drilled into your head.Â
âThank you,â you squeaked, jerking as you felt Namjoonâs hand drop onto your shoulder.Â
âWe heard a lot of laughing earlier,â Namjoon said matter-of-factly. âBut Iâm not sure you got two weeks worth of tickles that you deserve just yet.â
Jungkook crawled over to you and lightly pushed you down on the mattress.
You started spluttering. âJ-jungkook, whatââ
âHow would you feelâŠâ He began as he straddled you and pinned your wrists beside your head, just like Jimin had done. â...if we just ganged up on you and tickled you right now?â
The mischievous look in his eye, that smirk into a lip bite⊠you couldnât help but squirm under Jungkook.Â
âI don't knohohohow!â you giggled nervously.Â
âWhat do you guys think, hm?â Jungkook asked the boys.Â
âI think we should,â Hobi giggled, getting on his knees and ready to pounce.
âI think Y/N would enjoy it,â Taehyung teased, earning a whimper from you.
âShut uhuhuhp,â you said, turning your head away from him to hide from his gaze.Â
âI think that would indicate a âyes,ââ Jin stated, pouting at me with faux empathy for what was about to go down.Â
âYes?â Jungkook asked you, fixing his eyes on your own just to make sure. If you were done for the day, then he would immediately get off of you. There were other ways to emphasize to you that this part of you wasnât strange or disturbing to them.Â
When you nodded, dozens of fingers descended upon you, tickling you to shreds. For the next few minutes, you squirmed all around the bed as the boys took turns attacking you, tickling you intentionally now that they knew you loved it. You were teased beyond relief, pet names and coos being tossed at you left and right.Â
They targeted areas they knew would make you laugh the most and slowed down or switched spots before you could become too overwhelmed. If one of them noticed you lifting in an arm to allow a hand to slip in, they would hold it out for another boy to tickle you there. The seven of them now understood that a lot of your movements to protect yourself were involuntary, so they made sure to give you a little help in exposing your vulnerable spots. If you rolled away from a couple hands and into the lap of another boy, they made sure to back off for several seconds to let you compose yourself.Â
When your laughs were becoming silent, Namjoon gestured for them to stop their fingers. You jerked as several hands connected with your body again, but you quickly relaxed when you realized they were simply rubbing firmly to relax you.Â
You flopped on your back, breathing in deeply to catch your breath. A loopy smile was plastered on your face, your hair in multiple directions.Â
âWas that fun?â Taehyung asked, smiling down at you proudly.
You nodded, sitting up and allowing Hobi to remove some hair away from your flushed face.Â
âDo you want dinner?â Jin asked, giving you a knowing smile. âI made your favorite.â
You blushed, remembering that you ditched them earlier due to your misery. âYes, please.â
âLetâs go then, baby,â Jungkook said, scooping you up into his arms.
Being carried out of the room bridal style in Jungkookâs arms made you feel like a spoiled princess. But most importantly, you felt eternally grateful for your boys. They made an effort to figure out what was bothering you so much, and didnât condemn you when you had been so secretive. They didnât judge you when you finally revealed the truth, and instead showered you with love, care, and praises. They provided you with the special touch that you so desperately longed for, and for that, you felt utterly, unconditionally loved.Â
At dinner, it was as if nothing had changed. Things werenât awkward and nor were any of them silent now that they had learned something so unique about you. Having already eaten, the boys just focused on making sure you were fed and carrying conversations with your input in mind. They had missed your voice at the table.
Jin, however, didnât let you speak for too long, emphasizing the importance of putting food in your stomach. The boys protested a little, but knew better than to argue with their eldest hyung. Jin watched you closely as he spoon fed you, and shook his head each time you reassured you could do it yourself.Â
âNope, I donât want my baby lifting a finger. Sheâs getting spoiled with all the love in the world tonight.â
When Jin got up to clean your dishes, Namjoon stole his seat and proceeded to ask you several questions about you liking to be tickled, genuinely interested and wanting to know more about it for your sake. He and the other boys wanted to provide you with what you needed in the best way that they could. When we noticed you getting increasingly shy, he decided to pause that topic.
âLetâs talk about it more laterâor maybe tomorrow, okay?â He whispered in your ear, not wanting to overwhelm you. âAnd if you want, it can just be you and me so that itâs not as scary. I can extend the knowledge to them if itâs too intimidating for you.â
You nodded and gave him a grateful smile, giggling a little as Jungkook, Taehyung, and Hobi shouted over one another about a totally unrelated subject. Yoongi shook his head at them, but you noticed the fond smile on his face as he watched them fool around.Â
Feeling your gaze across the table, Yoongiâs eyes met yours and he wiggled his fingers. He chuckled as you squirmed a bit in your seat.Â
Beside you, Jimin took your hand and held it, brushing his thumb across your skin before kissing it.
âI told you theyâd be okay with it, didnât I?âÂ
You turned to him and grinned, then rested your head on his shoulder and nuzzled there.
âMore than okay.â
















