Informal
Hello Gigglers!
This is going to be last fic in a long time, like a parting gift!
I am about to start a whole new semester of tertiary education that I am super looking forward to - but that also means I won't have time anymore to write tickle fics. Thank you for all of the support Iv'e received on all of my recent Squid Game content and I will keep reading and interacting with all of your stuff. All of your fics bring me so much joy!!! (:
Anyways, as requested, this is another Frontman and Salesman fic. Hope you enjoy!
Summary: The Salesman has been a close friend of In-Ho for years. So why is the Frontman asking him for a pat down as an extra security check?
(This idea came from @lord-of-hyperfix )
Warnings: Mentions of death, pinning, this is a TICKLE FIC
The Salesman scoffed - he loved his formalities. The fact that something as brutal as the Squid Games, where desperate people had to fight to the death, even had procedural formalities was so amusing to him. I mean, if your going to be in charge of dirty criminal activity, you may as well do it politely and follow due process.
"Name?", the gaurd with the triangle mask asked him.
He smirked, lifting his briefcase, "Classified, although my code of entry is G-O-N-G-Y-O-O".
The guard checked the code on his computer, "Welcome".
The Salesman stepped forward. He had a meeting planned with the Frontman - nothing scary, just a general check in on how the recruitment process was going. Although, to the Salesman, he wasn't known as the Front Man but rather as In-Ho. They'd been working together for such a long time, and each of them was thrilled that they had found a fellow man as sadistic and sarcastically heartless as they were. Thus the status of their relationship transformed from employer and employee into two friends - they never agreed on that explicitly, but it was an unspoken fact.
The Salesman knocked on the door of In-Ho's office. In a few seconds, the man opened the door. His dark and brooding expression was immediately replaced with a sly smile at the sight of the Salesman, which the latter delightedly returned.
"You got a new suit", In-Ho remarked, still standing in the doorway.
The Salesman nodded, "One of those broke bastards attacked me and ruined by old one".
The Frotman glanced down, "This one has more pockets I see".
The Salesman nodded, before stepping forward.
"Hey", In-Ho said, blocking him, "How do I know that you aren't storing weapons in those pockets?"
It took a while for the Salesman to process the question. When he did, his expression dropped.
"Why would I have weapons on me, In-Ho".
"You refer to me as the Frontman", In-Ho responded.
The Salesman's heart sunk a little bit. Okay, maybe a lot. He was completely oblivious to to his employer's mischievous tone. Noticing the Salesman's lack of awareness, the Frontman had to try really hard to suppress a grin.
"Er, Okay", the Salesman responded, trying with every ounce of his being to sound unphased and professional. The Salesman's desperate attempts highly amused In-Ho, making this exercise all the more fun.
"Great", he said with a formally polite smile, "Now could you please turn around so that I can give you a pat down".
The Salesman's cheeks went red with somber resignation, and he faced away from his boss as requested.
In-Ho couldn't help but chuckle now, "You forgot to lift your arms up".
The Salesman gulped, embarrassed that he had forgotten such a key part of protocol. He certainly didn't love formalities in this insance.
A million questions were running through his head - why was In-Ho doing this? Why had In-Ho changed his mind about their relationship? Were they even really friends in the first place, or had that all been wishful thinking on his part? I mean, being the character he was, it was pretty hard to find any friends, and if the Frontman were his buddy than he would have been his only one.....
The man's thoughts were interrupted by a rather stiff poke in his side, making him squeal and slap his arms down. Since when were pat-downs this rough?
"Excuse me?", he snapped at the Frontman. There was silence for a few seconds, before the Salesman remembered his current situation. Not only had he just lost his shit during a regular pat down, he had taken it out on the man who was simply performing his duty. He was humiliated at how unprofessional he had been.
Meanwhile, In-Ho scoffed, which the Salesman couldn't see as he had as back to him.
The Salesman coughed - "Sincerest apologies boss".
In-Ho put on his best stern tone, "Just make sure that it doesn't happen again".
The Salesman gulped. He lifted his arms, bracing himself. If the pat-down was going to be a bit rougher than usual, surely he could handle it.
As soon as he felt those hands return to his sides, he whimpered, and quickly bit his lip to prevent any further sound from coming out. The Frontman was firmly pressing up and down his sides, his fingers digging in slightly, causing shivers to run up his spine. This feeling was so alien to him, he couldn't quite place it. All he knew was that it was uncomfortable.
The Frontman than moved those wicked hands to his legs, and the Salesman felt his whole body jolt forward with a chuckle when his knee was squeezed. That was when it hit him. Shit, I'm still ticklish aren't I?
The Frontman smirked, "What was that?"
"Nothing", the Salesman responded, keeping his cool, "You probably just came into contact with one of my injuries by accident". Nice save, I'm thinking on my toes.
The Frontman, knowing this was bullshit, nevertheless decided to have fun with his employee for a little longer, "Okay, I apologize. It's almost done".
The Frontman than started patting his arms - first his shoulders, than under them, and than-
The Salesman felt a finger poke at his armpit, and squealed once again, jumping away from the touch.
In-Ho chortled, "What was that? Another injury?" Now his teasing tone was obvious.
All of a sudden, the Salesman realized what was going on. At first he was relieved - he did have a friend after all. But than he was overcome with borderline fury.
"Fuck you", he muttered menacingly, turning around, "That was not funny".
The Frontman laughed out loud, smacking the other's shoulder, "Aww, too bad, well I'm hoping that this will get a laugh out of you at least-"
Before the Salesman could process his words, In-Ho had grabbed his shirt collar, pinned him against his office door and immediately started digging into his sides.
The Salesman convulsed with a snort, before doubling over with loud, free laughter.
It was funny, his laughter was so innocent and adorable - it definitely didn't match his conniving and psychotic personality.
"Hehehehe, *snort*, fhuhuck ohohoff!"
The laughter was both high pitched and loud, an incredibly endearing combination - endearing for his attacker at least.
"Aww, is my recruiter a little sensitive on his sides?"
With that remark, the Frontman switched spots, pinching at his belly, "Is this any better?"
The Salesman screamed, thrusting his tummy forward in a futile attempt at resistance. The Frontman just chuckled evilly and pushed his stomach against the wall with the elbow of one arm, using the hand of the other arm to scribble and poke all around the Salesman's navel. The thin suit he wore provided minimal protection.
"Plehehease! I cahahan't!", the Salesman cried, his knees buckling beneath him, the Frontman having to hold him up to prevent him from collapsing.
"Hold on, this doesn't make any sense", In-Ho remarked in a matter-of-fact tone, delighting in how poking a particular spot just above his victim's navel made said victim squeak, "How could the man that I hired to recruit people for my deadly games have such a silly little weakness?"
The Salesman's face went pale - as it did when he was embarrassed. His version of blushing was all the blood rushing from his face, not to it. Another one of those quirks that made him all the more menacing - although it certainly wasn't the slightest bit menacing in this circumstnace.
That was when the Frontman had a wicked idea, (if he wasn't being an absolute asshole already). He lifted the Salesman into the air with his instructible muscles, and slowly laid him down on the ground.
It all happened too fast for the Salesman to think, but than the Frontman sat on his legs, straddling him, and giving him an evil smirk that said I'm about to tickle the shit out of you.
"Wh-what the fuck is your problem", the Salesman spat out, trying to repress the anticipatory giggles rising in his chest.
As previously mentioned, the Frontman was the Salesman's only friend. In fact, he was the only friend he'd had in his entire life. He'd never really developed the ability to empathize with anyone else. And because of that, he had never been tickled by anyone his age before. He had only ever been tickled by his parents, when he was a little kid, but that wasn't the same as being playfully attacked by someone your own age, as knowing that a person who had no instinctual reason to care for you actually sought out your joyous giggles...
The Frontman couldn't help but melt, just a little bit.
"Oh come on", he said in mock offence, "I'm just having a little fun. Iv'e actually been planning this moment for a while now..."
"Wh-what?"
"Oh, you heard me. Remember when you called me a few weeks ago on my birthday, and than you just informed me that you'd spotted 456 on your morning walk".
Oh yeah, the Salesman remembered that. He was trying to mess with In-Ho by making him think he'd forgotten his birthday. He did wish him happy birthday at the end of the call though. Still, he'd managed to pluck up the courage to take his desire for cruelty out on his boss, convinced that they were now close enough for it to be playful. It was playful.
The Frontman continued - "Well, you had a laugh at my expense. So than I thought, how can I get you back for this?". The Frontman tapped his chin, as if reliving the moment. "And than I remembered what I used to do to my little brother when he was making mischief, and was wondering if it would also work on you-"
The Frontman than tweaked the Salesman's sides, making him jolt with a giggle.
The Frontman beamed, "And I'm so glad it did".
For a moment the two just looked at each other.
And than that moment carried on for a few more moments.
So...when was he getting tickled?
"You know", the Salesman said, breaking the silence, "I thought that merely hearing 456's player number would be enough of a birthday gift, considering of how obsessed with him you are-"
Silence.
Than, scoffing, the Frontman raised an eyebrow.
"Oh really? So your trying to provoke me into tickling you again, huh?"
The Salesman sputtered, "I-"
"Well, it worked".
And the room was once again filled with bubbly - informal - laughter.
Ahhhh I'm sorry it took so long for me to get this out! I am already drowning in work ):
I really hope you enjoyed it!!
Your appreciation of my work means the world to me and I legitimately think you are all so awesome!!
