Ok, so I had 2 quite similar requests. Iâm sorry, anons, hope you donât mind if I merge your requestsđ Binsung is sucha cute duo, but I feel like I have at least 5 other fics about themđ
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Taglist: @makebelieveyouregoodenough @hearts444innie @skznccmlee @jeonginsdiary (if anyone else would like to be in this taglist lmkđ)
65. âoh, you asked for it!â
69. âi donât think iâve ever seen your face so red.â
72. âbe polite and say please.â
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Jisung was quietly sitting in his room, browsing through his phone. His bandmates were having a movie night, but he had missed most of it because of the extra work in the studio. Even if it was a bit late, his couldn't help but hear... laughter?
Han got up from his bed, making his way to the living room. There sat Chan, Changbin and Hyunjin. As he looked closer, he saw the long haired boy twisting around and cackling. He felt his face heat up.
Something in him pushed him to join them and enjoy the last few moments of the night before going to sleep, but Sung stopped himself before he could do anything.
The second he walked back into his bedroom, Han drowned out the flustering sounds coming from outside with his noise cancelling headphones and blasted some music, trying his best to fall asleep as soon as possible.
The following day, they whole group of Stray Kids were as always practicing some new dance. That day wasn't very busy, so everyone was quite loose.
Before he knew it, Jeongin was on the floor along with 2 pairs of hands attacking him. Felix and Changbin were laughing along with the younger, trying their best to grab at least one of the maknaes squirming limbs.
"AAHAHAHAHA HYUNG PLEHEHASE NOHOHO!" Innie begged, shaking his head side to side.
"A-alright, that's enough. You're going to kill him." Jisung softly interviened.
Both the ticklers slowly stood up, leaving a panting I.N. on the floor. Han walked over and handed him a hand, helping him get up.
"Thank you, hyung..." the youngest breathed out, a wide smile plastered on his face.
Han smiled back, but on the inside he was screaming. He wasn't sure how much more tickling he could watch before exploding out of jelousy. Yep, Jisung was jealous. He couldn't stand watching everyone but him being tickled. Although he was certain he was next...
After practice, the whole group were happily walking to eat lunch in the JYP building. They all sat together on one big table. Everyone was chatting and just discussing their plans for the day until their food came.
Jisung was simply enjoying his meal, when suddenly Minho, whom was sitting in front of him, harshly flinched and almost spat his food out at him.
"Bin, stop. We're eating lunch right now." the dancer whined, slapping Changbin's shulder.
"It was you who insisted on sitting next to me, so deal with it~" the shorter teased, doing something to make Lee Know jump in his seat once again.
"Hey, what is happening there? Can't we eat eat in peace for once..." Chan yelled from the other end of the table.
"Changbin keeps on squeezing my- AGH stohohop, dohohon't tickle me!" Minho almost punched Binnie in the face this time.
While everyone was laughing and teasing at Lee Know, Han quieted down more then ever. His ears were burning hot and his leg was bouncing up and down.
" Enough now, he could choke, Changbin." Jisung quietly warned the older.
"Right, Changbin. I could choke and die and it would all be your fault." Minho smirked, sticking his tongue out in a childish manner.
Han breathed out in relief, his bouncing leg slowing down.
After lunch, everyone went their own ways for a quick break. 3racha were, obviously, making their way to the studio to finish up some work from yesterday.
Just as they comfortably situated themselves in their seats, Chan oppened up his laptop.
"Damn, this thing is old... just like you." Cangbin snorted at his very well thought out joke.
"Hey! You're not much younger..." the oldest huffed out.
"Are you calling me old?!" the dweakki yelled, grabbing the back of the leader's neck.
"Nohoho Binnie dohohon't!" Chan swatted at the invading hand that was scribbling at his sensitive neck.
"Hyung stop. We have a lot of work to do." Han tried to interupt their tomfoolery before he started genuenly tweaking out.
"Damn, ok mister party pooper..." Binnie playfully flicked at the younger's forehead and crossing his arms over his chest.
Jisung just sighed in dissapointment. He was at least expecting a poke.
"Right, so where were we?" Chan clapped his hands, signaling everyone to focus.
Han finally got to slump down onto the comfort of his bed after what felt like the longest day of his life. He was one sight of tickling away from snapping.
How come Changbin has tickled basically everyone today but him?
He suddenly heard a knock and soon after the sound of a door opening.
"Hey man, we're going to visit the other dorm - Felix made brownies again. You in?" Chan suddenly asked, an impatient Changbin and Hyunjin standing beside him.
"Umm, no. I'm too tired. Can you bring me a few pieces though?"
"Aw dude. Why not? It's going to be fun!" the shortest pouted.
Jisung was about to give in, but just the thought of watching Bin wreck someone else today made him wanna throw up. His lee mood had gotten unhealthyly bad.
"Nah, but thanks for the offer." the quokka denied once again.
"No, if you're not going, then I'm staying here too. I'm not leaving my bro alone." Changbin crossed his arms stubbornly.
"Fine, the two of you can miss out. Me and Chan are going to eat the best brownies of our lives~" Hyune teased, slipping his shoes on and shutting the door behind his back.
Jisung sighed and flipped onto his back, staring into the ceiling. If Changbin wasn't going to tickle him, he was going to make him wanna tickle him.
With the new determination rushing through his veins, the ace proudly stepped out his room.
"Han, are you ok? You've been awfully quiet today. I stayed just in case you wanted to talk." the rapper's voice bounced from the halways walls all the way to Ji's ears.
Just like that, his confidence bubble was burst.
"Yes, why wouldn't I be? You're just overthinking like the old man you are..." Han mumbled, not letting the sudden question weaken him.
"What did you just say?" Changbin's jaw dropped.
"I said that you old people are always over concerned and think too deep about things. You should lay back a little."
"Well I don't know, you just seemed so sulky for no reason today. Can't I care for my little baby~" Binnie teased.
"Ew, save those sayings for your grandchildren." Jisung sassily bit back.
"Wow, you talk a lot for someone who has said an average of 3 words per hour today. What is up with you, is your puberty finally setting in?"
"Well it's likely you didn't even hear half the things I said today, granpa." Jisung barked, smiling at his well thought comeback.
"Oh, you asked for it!" Changbin howled, launching himslef toward the unsuspecting Han.
"What are you dohohoing?!" the taller whined in his hyung's grasp.
"What is up with these massive mood swings of yours? You're not a teenager anymore. Just 5 minutes ago you looked like your dog just died, and now you're slandering me like there's no tommorow."
Jisung gulped. The position he was in made his face rapidly heat up, not to mention his heart, which seemed to be on the verge of exploding.
âPlease get off me. Youâre overthinking, I was just tired todayâŚâ Han quietly mumbled, pushing his hyungâs chest.
âNu-uh, youâre not going anywhere until you spill.â Changbin grabbed the youngerâs wrists and pinned them to the sof cushion of the couch they were sitting on.
âYouâre crahahzy. Are we just gonna sit here? Or are you planning on doing something, because nothing is wrong and I have nothing to say.â the taller stubbornly stated, getting himself comfortable.
âNo, I wasnât gonna do anything. Would you like me to do something?â Bin said with a smirk.
The truth is, Changbin wasnât born yesterday. He just knew something was wrong, and even had his theories. But he wasnât so sure how to make sure if he was right after allâŚ
âIf you donât tell me, Iâm going to tickle you~â the rapper teased, examinating the aceâs face for any reactions.
Jisungâs stomach churned and he almost chocked on God knows what. His eyes started darting around the room and he started tugging at his pinned arms.
âOh boo-hoo, Iâm not even ticklish. This stupid game w-wonât work.â Han tried to brush his afraidness off.
Changbin snorted at the statement âNot ticklish my ass. However, I have my reasons to believe you might want this, Hannie.â
The taller started to nervously squirm in the olderâs iron grip. There was no way he knewâŚ
âWhat do you mean, hyung?â he tried to sound as oblivious as possible.
âOh no Iâll wait. Donât underestimate me, I know you better than you know yourself, Hanji.â
âPlease explain what you mean.â Jisung scoffed, trying to pretend he wasnât basically shaking out of embarassment. If Changbin knew, he was so screwedâŚ
âYou think I didnât see how you looked at Innie, Minho or Chan today? Plus, you didnât even come to the movie night yesterday when me and Chanhad some fun with Hyunjin. Youâre not that slick, Jisung.â Bin snickered, just pointing out the obvious.
The quokka gulped, hoping to swallow his immense fear along. But his heart was still shaking in his ribcage and his blush was starting to boil him alive.
âI d-donât get what you meanâŚâ
âYou donât? Maybe this will help you understand.â Changbin said, placing his hands on Sungâs sides.
Jisung flinched harshly, his mood making his torso hypersensitive to any touch.
The older decided to tease Jisung a little longer. He proceeded to situate his palms on the siedes of tallerâs chest, digging his fingers in the slighest bit.
âDONâT! Plehehease nohohohoâŚâ Han whined, almost managing to free his arms out of the shorterâs hands.
âCalm down, man. Iâm barely even doing anythingâŚâ Changbin laughed âListen, Iâm not about to waste time or energy pinning your arms up. Youâll have to do that yourself.â
The aceâs jaw dropped at the suggestion. He knew how ruthless Binnie could be, but it sounded challenging.
âWerenât you not ticklish? It shouldnât bother you at all anyway.â the dark rapper cocked an eyebrow.
âY-youâre right Iâm not ticklish, this doesnât bother me at all.â Jisung recollected himself, taking a deep breath in.
He slowly put his arms above his head without looking at Changbinâs mortifying gaze. But the second the older just tried to rest his hands on the aceâs armpits, Han bucked his hips so hard that he almost knocked the ler off.
âYouâre doing great, Sungie~ Now just keep holding your arms like this and weâll be alright.â Changbin encouraged.
Jisung agressively twisted when the shorter rested his hand on his side. For some unexplainable reason, every touch felt 10 times more ticklish.
âWere you jealous today? Donât worry, Iâll make up for it.â Bin teased, grabbing the youngerâs side and finally squeezing.
âBAHAHAHA NO!â Han screamed at very top of his lungs, almost slamming his arms down.
Changbin smiled, looking at the youngerâs face. He slowly moved his other hand, taking a chunk of skin from Jisungâs other side.
With all 10 fingers occupied, he was ready to attack. At first lightly squeezing, making the quokka jump again and tighly grip onto his hair.
âGahahaha just do it, stupid!â
Without any mercy this time, the dweakki pressed the tips of his fingers as deep as he could, shaking and squeezing the sensitive skin as quickly as he could.
âHYUHUHUHUHNG NOHOHO PLEASE!â the ace howled, clenching even harder onto his locks and trying to twist away from the evil fingers.
Soon, Changbin was tasering up and down the youngerâs sides, sometimes poking Hanâs hyper ticklish ribs.
The younger rapper was fighting demons. He was struggling to focus on both his torso being destroyed while keeping his arms out the way at the same time. And Bin was having a blast watching the poor boyâs attempt to stay sane.
âBIHIHINNIEHE STOHOHOP PLEHEASE! I-I CAHAHANâT!â Jisung pushed out trough his uncontrollable cackles.
âOh shut up you baby. No oneâs stopping now~â Changbin tormented, grabbing the tallerâs lower rib and vibrating his finger between the bone.
âFUHUHUCK HYUNG! DOHOHONâT DO THAHAT!â Han shook his head up down, barely managing to keep his arms above his head.
Jisungâs elbows were digging into his ribs, but his fingers were still latched into his hair.
âWhat did you say? Iâm sorry, I couldnât quite hear you~â Bin teased, moving his fingers to his uppers ribs as if he was climbing a ladder, slowly going from the lowest rib to the higher ones.
This was what finished the quokka off. His arms came crashing down, weakly grabbing Changbinâs wrists.
âCute, youâre not even trying to stop me.â the older pointed out.
âSHUHUHUHT UP I HATE YOUHUHUH!â Han roared, barely comprehending anything through the overwhelming feeling on his torso.
âYou hate me? Trust me, you donât hate me yet.â the older scoffed.
Suddenly, Changbin wrapped his fingers onto one of Sungâs wrists, pushingit back up. The younger knew what was gonna happen nowâŚ
âH-hyuhung please! We can tahahalk this out!â Jisung pleaded.
âMhm, right.â Changbin murmurred before shoving 5 tortorous fingers into Sungâs armoit.
âAHAHAHAHAHA PLHEHEHEHEASE NOHOHOHO ANYTHING BUT THEHEHEHRE!â the ace screeched, his mind completely filled with the fuzzy, tickly vibration overtaking his thoughts.
âDo you hate me now, mister? You know what youâll hate even more?â Bin smirked. He knew this would get the younger good.
Hanâs free hand was weakly swatting and pushing at Changbin. Safe to say, the older effortlessly gripped that handâs wrist, pulling it above his head.
âWhahat are you doing?â Sung giggled out.
âOh nothingâŚâ the dweakki innocently stated, leaning his head down.
Jisung knew exactly what was coming. This was Changbinâs classic move⌠and also the reason no one makes fun of his pointy chin anymore.
âPLEHEHESE HYUNG! Anything but that! Itâs so bad!â Han begged.
âYes, thatâs right. Iâm bad, horrible even.â the shorter ignored his bandmateâs pleads, only lowering his head even more and restong his chin onto the youngerâs chest for now.
âNow tell me, why were you so sad and sulky today?â Changbin asked, his moving jaw pressing into Jisungâs skin, making him giggle already.
âIhihi told you it was nohohothing! Now stop thahat!â the taller squirmed as panic over took his whole body.
Binnie had started moving his chin into gentle circular motions. The feeling wasnât that bad on his chest, but the second Binâs head slid over to Jisungâs ribs, he could only pray.
âWas it really nothing? Because I remember you being suuuuper jelous when I tickled Jeongin this morning~ You got all angry and even stopped our shenanigans.â Changbin smiled at the memory, purposefully oppening his mouth widely, just to tickle Jisung more.
âNohoho it was nohothing! Please!â Han snickered at his hyungâs chin, which seemed to be digging deeper into skin every second.
Before he knew it, Changbin was actually moving his head side to rapidly, his pointy but dull chin rubbing itself along the bones of Sungâs ribs.
âBAHAHAHAHA I CAHAHANâT! HYUNGHYUNGHYUNGHYUNG DOHONâT!!â Han absolutely shrieked. Air seemed like a delicacy in his situation, as he was struggling to catch his breath in between his laughter.
But Changbin didnât stop. He instead moved his head along the whole expanse of the youngerâs upper body. From his firm abdomen, to his moving chest and back to his absolutely deadly ribs, which had him screaming like a maniac all over again.
No matter how intensely the older masaaged Jisungâs worsts spots, he just couldnât seem to get enough.
No matter how agressive, overtaking or unbearable the tickling was, Han just couldnât get enough of it. It made his mind go blank and his body to shake againts his will. He loved it.
âI donât think iâve ever seen your face so red!â Changbin smiled at the youngerâs clear eximent âYou may need a minute to restâŚâ
Jisung just feebly nodded his head yes, letting his muscles relax. He layed like this for a few seconds before the older spoke up again.
âHow do you want me to tickle you next?â
The quokka inmeadetly blushed, covering his face with his now unpinned hands.
âCome on, tell me~â Changbin didnât budge.
âI want you to do it like you did to Minho hyung todayâŚâ the younger barely managed to squeek out.
âOh God, I remember the way you were looking at us during lunch⌠I thought I was about to get killed!â Bin laughed, throwing his head back.
âStop, itâs not funny! I was upsetâŚâ Jisung let out a flustered yelp at the memory.
âOh, come on now it wasnât that bad. Now keep your hands up for me again, I donât want you doing any funny stuff while Iâm at your legs.â the rapper warned, turning around to face the youngerâs lower body.
Han most definetly knew how good Changbin was at getting one of his arguably wost spots - his legs. But he couldnât lie and say he wasnât absolutely thrilled for it to happen any moment now.
Bin started of by just wrapping his fingers around one of the leeâs thighs and gently pushing his fingers in.
âPfffhehehe hyung plehehehease!â the younger snorted, interwining his fingers into his hair.
âDoes this even count as tickling? Iâm barely doing anything!â the older playfully complained.
Jisung was too focused on a certain hand getting way too close to his upper inner thighs. Just the the thought of helplessly flopping around while the shorter squeezed the soft and sensitive spot made him go red.
âYouâre being awfully quiet. Is it because of this?â Bin teasingly asked, grabbing Hanâs dreaded spot between his fingers.
âHYUNG. Plehehease not there! I really canât take it.â the quokka begged.
Changbin stayed silent, using his knee to prevent the younger from clamping his thighs together. He knew Jisung was going to be a screaming mess in no time.
Without wasting any more time, the older lightly pressed his fingers together, squeezing the insanely ticklish chunks of skin.
âNohohoho I really cahahanât please! Iâll do anythihing!â Han tried to escape the soon to torture began.
The rapper simply shrugged and proceeded to rub his fingers againts the skin.
âBAHAHAHAHAHA H-HYUHUHUHNG NOJOJOHOHOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHAHHDAJHESA!â Han screamed, losing his ability to even form words, forgetting than sentences even existed.
Changbin giggled, as the younger thrashed under him. His hands that he so desperately was trying to keep away were going mad: they were gripping Jisungâs hair, grasping the soft cussion of the couch, pulling at Jisungâs own shirt and whatnot.
But the singer was definetly fighting back everything in his will not to stop his hyung from stopping his attack.
âCHANGBIHIHIHIHIHN NOHOHOHO P-PLEHEHEheheh-â the poor victim tried to push out, but his laughter was soon silenced. He really couldnât handle any tickling in his deathspot.
âYou ok? Hope I didnât go too farâŚâ Binnie slowly let up his fingers, looking behind himself to check up on the younger.
Han had completely slumped his body down and was panting heavily. His hair was a mess, pointing out in all directions and sticking to his swaety forehead.
âYeah, Iâm f-fineâŚâ Sung breathed out, gulping up a few more breaths of air.
ââŚYou think you can handle a little more?â the dwaekki smirked, spreading his fingers on the tallerâs knee.
âAhaha, yeah, I-I think I can⌠softly though.â Jisung shuffled around a bit at the tingly feeling.
âSoftly, yeah.â the older agreed, patting his bandmateâs stomach and turning back to his lower body.
Changbin wanted to target his knees. They were very easy to tickle, since every single touch seemed to make poor Jisung flinch.
âNow be polite and say please!â
âEhehehe plehehease!â Han giggled, his fingers tangled between his hair.
Bin laughed at the youngerâs quick reaction, grabbing his calf and lightly squeezing the soft underside of the knee.
âHYUNG, plehehease NOHOHO! You said sohoft!â Hannie protested, sitting up and grabbing the olderâs shoulderâs.
âGeez, calm down. Iâm trying to be soft but youâre just so goddam ticklish!â the shorter teased, squeezing yet again, making Jisung twist around and fall right back to his original position.
Changbin tried his best this time. He ran his finger slowly from the youngerâs thigh, to his knee and then traced little circles on the sensitive bone.
Han was giggling all the way, and seemed to be enjoying this method much more.
Then, the older switched to just drawing random shapes and lines onto Sungâs hyper sensitive legs, sometimes poking in a little deeper just to stratle Jisung.
At this point the younger was basically falling asleep, so Bin thought this was a sign to stop.
âHow are you Jisung? Did you enjoy this~â Bin teased.
âHyung, stop! Letâs just go to the other dorm, Iâm hungryâŚâ
âOh, so now you want brownies? After getting your very much desired tickles?â
âSHUT UPP!â Jisung sassily demanded, covering his red face and kicking at his hyung.
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Omg this is a longg one. Took me a while toođđ Ummm ut was suppoed to be for Sana, but I didnât have my phone the day it was her anniversary, so⌠Happy late blog anniversary Sana! đâ¤ď¸ @itzsana-kiddingmenow
