#ler!mingi

{Bun’s Drabble Event! -closed}

so sorry i’ve been gone so long my darling @sannie-switch i’ve been really sick for a long time, i hope you understand and enjoy ! -bunny🔮

“Alright, where is it?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mingi.”

“Hyung, don’t lie, I know you took my sweater, so just tell me where it is.” Mingi stood in front of Yeosang with his hands on his hips, staring at the older, as he nonchalantly laid on the couch, blanket draped over him. 

“Mingi, have you ever thought that San or Wooyoung took it? You know they’re very fond of your stuff.” Yeosang replied, pushing some hair out of his eyes as he looked up at Mingi. 

“No hyung, I know it was you, Jongho said he saw you leaving my room with it yesterday while I was at practice, so give it here.” Mingi was getting more and more impatient with each growing second. Yeosang just smirked

“I’m not telling you.” He stated flippantly, watching how the younger’s face shifted through emotions. Mingi raised an eyebrow. 

“Are you sure about that?” He asked flatly. 

“I’m absolutely positive.” Was the cocky response, and then there was a beat of silence. 

“Five.”

“Huh?” Yeosang questioned. 

“Four.”

The singer just snorted and huffed out a laugh, “Are you counting down? What’re we, five?” 

“Three.” And Mingi rolled up his sleeves. That got Yeosang’s attention as he gulped. He knew. 

“Last chance, hyung. Two.”

Yeosang stood up and practically bolted out of the room. He bounded down the stairs, heading straight to the direction of his room, where he could lock the door and be safe. He heard Mingi say one and when he turned to look at where he was, the red head was hot on his heels. Yeosang squealed and tried to pick up the pace. He could see his door, and just as he reached to get the handle, he felt a pair of strong arms wrap around his waist and hoist him into the air. Yeosang screamed as he was suddenly hanging upside down on Mingi’s shoulders, facing the talker’s back. 

“Mingi! Put me do-EEEK! nohohoho.” Before he could let out a coherent protest, a string of giggles bubbled out of Yeosang’s mouth, brought on by Mingi reaching over and squeezing his side a few times. 

“What’s the matter, hyung? Are you ready to tell me where my sweater is.” Mingi question, squeezing the bit of skin just above his hip. Yeosang tried to kick his legs out and hit Mingi’s back, to no prevail. 

“Fuhuhuck nohohoho. Puhuhut me dohohown- Mingi!” In a flash, Mingi had carried Yeosang to his bedroom, and gently threw him onto Yeosang’s bed. He then proceeded to straddle the other’s upper thigh, placing his hands on his sides, not moving his fingers. 

“I’m giving you a chance here, Yeo hyung. Tell me where the sweater is.” Mingi said, tapping one finger tantalisingly on Yeosang’s sides, making the younger squirm away.

“Ihihi will not. I didn’t do anything wrong, so do your wohorst.” He hissed back, flinching everytime the finger got closer.

“Alright, it’s your funeral.” 

“Wait- NOHOhohohoho mingihihihi stahahap!” Yeosang cackled out as the youngest began to knead into his side. This wasn’t Mingi’s first time tickling his hyung, so he knew all the spots that set Yeosang’s nerves alight. 

“I told you I was giving you a chance, but you made your decision, hyung.” He stated, beginning to claw his hands into the sides of Yeo’s tummy. Yeosang screeched, arching his back before slamming it back down. 

“Uh oh, does someone have a ticklish tummy? Can’t take the tickles on his cute little tummy?” Mingi teased, the grin on his face mirroring his friend’s. 

“Nohohoho! shuhuHUHUT uhuhuHUHUHup- plehehehehease MOVE! ohohoho my-“ Yeosang’s laughter had gone up in pitch and volume, both due to the change in areas and Mingi’s consistent teasing. 

“Something tells me that the teasing is getting to you? Is that true hyung, so my teases make that tickly tummy even more ticklish?” 

“minghihihihihi!” He whined. “I cahahahan’t plehehease *squeak* juhuhust gihihive uhuhuhuhup please!” It seemed as though the vocalist’s smile had been permanently etched into his face, the way he grinned, tears beginning to prick in the corner of his creased eyes. 

“Me? Give up? I don’t think so, hyung. But clearly, if this isn’t enough for you and you’re not ready to give up, I suppose I could just go somewhere that I know breaks you.” Mingi suggested, lifting his hands off momentarily. 

“No Mingi p-please, I’ll do anything, just don’t.” Yeo begged. 

“Are you going to tell me where it is?”

Silence. 

“See you in hell, hyung.” 

“NO! nonononoHOHOHOHO MINGHIHIHI PLEASE!” Yeosang absolutely screeched. Mingi had gone to the one place that absolutely destroys him in every way possible; his navel. He used his two fingers to practically pry it open and used his index finger to wiggle about, testing out how much he could ruin the eldest. 

“Oh, it’s nice to know that this still gets to you, hyung.” Mingi said, feigning an innocent voice. “Yeosang hyung, tell me, does it tickle more when I do this?” and he annunciated his point by using his nail to scratch around the rim of Yeosang’s belly button. He arched his back off the ground, squealing. “Or this?” Mingi changed his tactics to vibrating his finger deep into the navel, tickling him vigorously. Yeosang slammed his body back onto the bed, desperately grabbing at Mingi’s hands. 

“NOHOHOH PLEHEHEHE- AHAHAHA YOHOHOHOU OH MY GOHOHOHD- I GIHIHIHIVE I GIVE” Yeosang cried, the tears falling from his eyes from the electric sensation pooling in his stomach. 

“Oh sorry, hyung, what was that? I can’t hear you over all this laughing.” Mingi couldn’t help but chuckle at the state of the blond. Yeosang just desperately shook his head from side to side. 

“I GIHIHIHIHIHIVE I GIHIHIVE! IHIHITS IN MY CLOS- EEK! CLOHOHOHOSET PLEHEHEHEHE-“ The rest of the sentence dragged off into a long, high-pitched scream, to which Mingi had to cover his own ears due to the absolute volume. He took his hands away, cackling at the state. 

“Ohoho my god, hyung, are you that ticklish?” He chuckled alongside his panting hyung. Yeosang tried to weakly lift his hand, but it just flipped back onto his tummy.

“Ihihi hate you sohoho muhuch.” He breathed out, watching as Mingi stood up and walk to his closet. He swung the door open and chuckled as he removed the sweater off the hanger. Feeling cocky, Mingi walked to the door, not before turning back to Yeosang. 

“Pleasure doing business with you, hyung.”

A tickle fic? On this Tumblr? What has the world come to??!!

They were on the move.

Prowling around the dorm, waiting for an unsuspecting lee to make a wrong move.

It had been a while since the lers had joined forces like this, intending to wreck every lee in sight. Their world tour had definitely thrown a spanner into the works too.

But quarantine was good for one thing, when 4 lers lived with 4 lees (well, 3 lees and a switch, who leant towards a lee anyway).

Seonghwa was laid on his bed in his room when the first unfortunate soul walked in. Poor little Hongjoong walked in, intending on changing his clothes, but was quickly followed by Jongho, who shut the door quietly behind him. As the small leader took off his t-shirt, ditching it on the floor, the eldest and youngest made eye contact, a quick nod being shared between them.

Jongho moved first, grabbing the shorter man by the legs and slinging him over his shoulder. Hongjoong cried out in shock, gripping Jongho's waist with his arms as he was faced with the younger's muscled back.

"Jongho, why on-- oh NOHOHOHO!"

Hongjoong tried his best to kick, but Jongho holding his shins made it impossible to. Seonghwa's fingers, in the meantime, danced skillfully on the younger's socked feet, tickling dreadfully. Small fists pounded on the maknae's back, as Hongjoong's face screwed up in laughter, belly laughter erupting from his mouth.

"Seonghwahahahahaha!! Stohohohop!! NO!" The leader shrieked as he felt the elders wiggling fingers slip under the top of his socks, pulling them off while tickling down his feet. Seonghwa couldn't hold back his own grin, chuckling back, "Not on your life."

The elders fingernails scratched lightly down the platinum blond's sole, particularly focusing on the little gaps between his toes. Hongjoong couldn't help but scream with laughter, still raining punches on Jongho's back as he tried desperately to escape. Jongho held strong though, laughing at how weak his hyung had become due to the tickling. Seonghwa grinned, slowing down. "Ok I'm bored of the feet now."

"No, Seonghwa don't! I swear to god! No no no no NOHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHO!" Hongjoong flailed desperately when Seonghwa's fingers made contact with the hollows of his armpits, practically screaming with laughter. Seonghwa couldn't help but laugh as his fingers fled all over the younger's torso, tickling everywhere from Hongjoong's armpits to his back, to his stomach and ribs. He even managed to sneak a raspberry on the leaders neck, resulting in a hilarious shriek tearing from his lips. Jongho himself joined in, wiggling devilish fingers all along the leaders thighs and knees. By the time they were done, Hongjoong was red in the face, tears welling in his eyes.

"Stohohohop!!! Stop, stop, plehease!! Need- ahahaha- I need a break!" The lers laughed, stopping their assault while Jongho ditched the still giggling leader onto his bed. The shorter immediately curled into foetal position, unable to remove the smile from his face. Seonghwa grinned, grabbing a soft blue shirt and throwing it onto him. He pinched the exposed side, laughing at the yell he received.

"Put that on before I attack you again."

On the other side of the dorm, Yunho and Mingi were chatting in the kitchen when an unsuspecting Yeosang came in for a glass of water. It was obvious that he'd just been practicing dancing in his room, as there was a light sweat on his brow and he was panting. One glance at each other and the two tallest knew what to do.

As the shorter reached up to grab a glass, Mingi poked him in the armpit, causing the arm to slam to his side. Yeosang glared at him, causing the taller to chuckle. He tried to reach up with the other hand, only to find Yunho had slipped to that side and repeated the same action. Yeosang huffed, reaching up once again only to be stopped once more.

"What's wrong Sangie?" Yunho asked, as Yeosang glared at the duo, "Can't you reach it?"

"Maybe try again," Mingi stated, massive grin on his face, "you can't be that short."

"Why don't you try not being a prick," the shorter grumbled, once again attempting to reach for a glass only to be poked.

Mingi gasped dramatically, "I am OFFENDED!" Tackling Yeosang to the ground, he sat on his wrists. Yunho watched in amusement as Yeosang struggled, while Mingi required little to no effort to keep him down. "Wanna apologise?"

"Sod off," Yeosang replied, still struggling, "Let me get a drink!"

"So rude!" Mingi exclaimed, "I'm hurt!" He lightly started drumming his fingers on Yeosang's ribs, watching as the elder tried to hide his developing smile. "We should punish him Yunho!"

"How?" Yunho asked, feigning innocence to Mingi's plan.

"Liiiiiiiiiiiiike this!" As Mingi's fingers started drilling mercilessly into Yeosang's sides, the shorter male bucked up, instantly dissolving into belly laughter.

"Nonononono Mingi!! Fuhuhuhuck!!"

"Is that a swear word??" Yunho exclaimed. "Oh you're in for it now mister."

Yunho's long fingers made quick work of the younger's socks, and as he grabbed the boys slender ankles he could hear pleading. Smiling brightly, he started gently stroking a single finger down Yeosang's left arch, listening as the laughter went higher in pitch. As soon as 5 fingers hit the boy's soles, he screamed, laughter raising in pitch and volume as he defiantly tried to pull his feet from Yunho's grasp.

One glance at Mingi proved that he was going all out, one hand spidering in Yeosang's right armpit while the other hand flitted around, attacking his stomach and ribs and hips and neck with no discernible pattern. Yeosang's face was red with a heavy blush, eyes screwed shut. Yunho grinned, laying on the younger's legs so his chin rested on his stomach.

He left his fingers pattering softly on his thighs, not enough to tickle but enough to irritate, and as Mingi also stopped, hands rubbing at Yeosang's biceps, Yeosang finally opened his eyes, which flickered around before landing on Yunho.

"Hi!" Yunho grinned, nuzzling his chin into the smallest stomach.

"No!" Yeosang instantly said, "No no no, do not!"

As the tallers lips moved closer to his destination, Yeosang get desperate, crying out "I'll buy you food!"

Yunho instantly looked up, making eye contact with Mingi.

"Tempting." Said the rapper, before nodding at Yunho.

The man's face went straight to his target, blowing a raspberry on the younger's bellybutton, revelling in the laughter that erupted from his mouth.

"Think we'd rather hear you laugh though."

After five minutes on non-stop raspberries, Yunho heard Yeosang's breathing get laboured, so he decided to call it off. Sitting on his knees, he chuckled as Yeosang threw a hand over his eyes, smile remaining fixed in place. Mingi stood up, filling a glass with cold water and placing it next to him.

"Enjoy!"

"Asshole."

After lunch had happened, the lers messaged each other.

Seonghwa: Ok Jongho and I got Joong

Mingles: Yunho and I managed to get Sangie

Jonghooooo: so that just leaves woosan

Yunhooooo: ok, Seonghwa and I will hit San because Mingi will need you for Woo Jjong

Jonghooooo: I'll remember my ear plugs

Well, Mingi and Jongho decided to hang out together for the rest of the afternoon, waiting for the chance to attack Wooyoung. After 30 minutes, they weren't sure where he was, but Jongho managed to catch him in the corner of his eye, walking out of the bathroom in a towel. Clearly he had been in the shower, and as he disappeared into his and Yeosang's shared room, the duo stood up and snuck in behind him.

Wooyoung was blissfully unaware of their presence, as he pulled on a pair of briefs and loose cotton shorts. He was about to pick out a shirt when he caught sight of Mingi and Jongho in the mirror, and he yelled in shock, pressing a hand to his heart.

"Good god, you scared me to death!"

Jongho grinned, "sorry hyung, didn't mean to!"

"Then what did you mean to do?" Wooyoung pouted, returning to his search for a t-shirt.

The maknae ran and tackled him to the floor, gripping his wrists tightly.

"This!"

"Wha- Oh nohohoho Mingi! Leave me be!!!"

"Sorry, no can do!" The taller grinned, wiggling his fingers teasingly above the smallers stomach. "We've nearly hit everyone today, would hate to break that streak!"

Wooyoung shrieked when Mingi's fingers made contact with his stomach, loud hyena laughter bouncing off the walls. He bucked and kicked his legs, trying to get away from the sensation, but Jongho had a tight grip on his wrists.

"THIS ISN'T FAHAHAHAHAHAHAIR!!!"

"LIFE ISN'T FAIR HYUNG, GET USED TO IT!" Jongho had to yell to be heard over the younger's hysterical laughter, but grinned wildly at Mingi, who was enjoying wrecking havoc on his dongsaengs body.

When Mingi's hands slowed, slowly crawling from his hipbones upwards, Wooyoung's giggles quietened, and he looked at Mingi with pleading eyes.

"Please don't," he begged, lightly kicking his legs, "pleaseee!"

Mingi was deaf to his pleading, and ten fingers soon found themselves in the younger's armpits. A high pitched squeal left his mouth, causing Jongho to cringe.

"Jesus, that was loud!"

"WEHEHELL, ITS YOHOHOUR DAHAMN FAHAHAHAULT! STOOOOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOP!"

"Nah," Mingi replied casually, moving down to tweak at his ribs again. Wooyoung would yell whenever Mingi's hands found their way back to his armpits, and after around 10 more minutes he stopped, letting Wooyoung take a breather.

As Wooyoung gulped in air, chest heaving, Mingi wriggled down his body, til he was sat on the younger's knees. By the time Wooyoung realised what he was doing, he was immobile from the waist down.

"No," he whined, "Mingi stop! Haven't you had enough??"

"Don't even try and tell me you don't enjoy this," Mingi chuckled, laughing even harder at the flush that appeared on the younger's face as he tried to deny it. "And you especially like ittttttt here!!"

Mingi's fingers started to attack the inside of Wooyoung's thighs, which immediately tensed and trembled, unable to escape. Wooyoung was shrieking, bouncing as much as he could when he was restrained from both ends. His feet drummed on the floor, and he couldn't even get any words out, just shrieking with laughter like a maniac. Jongho, starting to get bored, also started to spider his fingers along Wooyoung's tummy, revelling in pinching the slight pudge that he had. Tickling a pudgy tummy when you're in an idol group is hard, because most of them have abs, so it was rare to pass up an opportunity to tickle Wooyoung's adorable soft belly. Wooyoung's eyes started tearing up, and he shook his head from side to side, pleading when he could, although they barely sounded like words. When Jongho and Mingi finally let up, he just wheezed on the floor for a solid minute, absolutely exhausted. Jongho and Mingi sat either end of him, smiling fondly. Mingi laughed out loud when Wooyoung just fell asleep, and Jongho grinned, picking up the smaller effortlessly and dropping him on the bed.

"We didn't even get his feet, Jjong!"

Seonghwa and Yunho took a more... direct approach at finding their prey. They scoped out the entire dorm, eventually finding him in the computer room, playing a game online with his friends. They hid behind the oblivious younger, who was too busy chatting.

"Changbin, he's behind you! Get him, get him!! Oh god I'm out of bullets no no no!! Yeonjun, can you drop some for me?"

They could hear vague responses through the youngers headset, and were aching to attack, but they weren't that mean. After roughly ten minutes, the winning screen popped up, and San jumped about in his seat from excitement.

"Yes! We did i-AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!"

Yunho and Seonghwa had leapt into action, dragging him off the chair and leaving the headset nearby, so his friends would know he wasn't being murdered.

"Hyung, why did you do that?" San pouted, rubbing at his rear where he landed. Without responding, Seonghwa pounced on the youngers wrists, pinning them under his knees.

"Hyung what's happening?" The slender male asked, highly confused at the situation.

However when Yunho started moving towards his hips, his eyes went big, and he started struggling ten fold.

"No no no hyung pleaseeeeeeee don't!"

"Sorry baby, everyone else has been hit though!"

Nervous giggles left San's mouth as Yunhos fingers descended, never making contact but the teasing being unbearable. Huge squeaky laughter erupted when the fingers met his stomach, making both the elders smile due to its infectious nature.

"Awww see you've got a shirt on. That's not fair!" Yunho whined, causing San to retort, "it's plenty fair- AAAA NOHOHOHOHO!" Yunho managed to slip his fingers under the loose grey shirt, spidering his way across the youngers tummy. He pushed it up so the flat expanse of skin was easily available.

"As much as I love Yeosang, you have better reactions to this."

San couldn't ask what due to his panting, but Yunho blowing a raspberry directly on his navel was answer enough.

"OH GOHOHOHOHOHOD! YUNHOOOOOOOOOOOO!" He squealed, bucking up and trying to escape.

"Don't try to escape!" Seonghwa laughed, pulling him up by his wrists and placing them behind the elders head. Before San could move his arms down, Seonghwa quickly attacked his armpits, causing San to squeak and pull his arms down, attempting to curl up despite Yunho still blowing raspberries all over his abdomen.

"See, now I'm stuck!" Seonghwa laughed, wriggling his fingers. San shrieked, the combined sensations wrecking havoc on his body. Laughter could be heard from the headset abandoned on the floor, and San flushed even more, struggle to escape renewed. "Come on, lift up your arms! Let me out!"

"I cahahahahan't!" San giggled as Yunho stopped blowing raspberries, instead nibbling ticklishly at his prominent ribs. "Stohohohohohop!"

"Tell you what," Seonghwa bargained, "When I can pull my hands out we'll stop ok? That's all you gotta do."

"Nohohohot fahahahahair!"

"I think it's plenty fair," Yunho grinned, swirling a finger around San's tummy. "Go on Sannie!"

San tried to lift up his arms, clearly struggling but determined to do it. By the time he got halfway, Yunho blew another raspberry on his bellybutton, causing them to fly straight back down.

"NOHOHOHOHOHO YUNHO!!"

"Sorry, sorry Sannie!" He chuckled, returning his fingers to his side. He mischievously glanced at Seonghwa, "Why not try again?"

It took 8 tries for San to finally get his arms up, and true to his word Seonghwa pulled his hands out. San collapsed against Seonghwas shoulder, panting heavily.

"You good?" The eldest chuckled, wrapping his hands around his waist and lightly rubbing his tummy, like the younger enjoyed.

San huffed, grumbling out "sleepy" in a quiet voice.

Yunho chuckled, telling Seonghwa to put him to bed as he logged off the game. San's friends were laughing through the headphones as he explained why they were logging off, amused at the goings on in the dorm.

"Do you guys ever leave them alone?" Changbin teased, "That's the 8th time in two weeks!"

Yunho laughed back, saying, "What else are we supposed to do in quarantine?"

"God you guys are evil," Yeonjun chuckled, "Can't believe you tickled him so much he got sleepy."

"Ok maybe we're a little bit evil." Yunho laughed, ending the call.

Ok, San had to hand it to them, they got him good.

Being easily the lightest member of ATEEZ, he knew he was easy to manhandle. Even though he'd been gaining weight and muscle he was still easy to pick up and carry around, even for other members like Wooyoung and Seonghwa. He knew all of this.

However, they'd never quite used it against him like this.

In the past it had mostly been teasing, lifting him up when he was in the way and when he was playfully hitting someone they'd restrain him. Occasionally it would be nice, like when he fell asleep in the car and would wake up in his bed, or when they'd carry him around when he was sick.

However, in all his time with the boys, they'd never once used his skinniness against him by pinning him to the back of the couch.

Let him explain.

Since ATEEZ had revealed that they liked tickling, San had gone through a variety of phases. So had most of them actually, because once you can indulge in something your opinions may change. Take San himself as an example, he went from a switch to a full on lee because he just preferred receiving to giving. Whereas Yeosang, who had started out a lee became a switch. It was a natural progression. So once he revealed he would prefer to be a lee, it was an easy adjustment. He did, however, make himself a constant target, and the rest of the members liked to play games with him.

And consequently this ended up with San being pinned against the back of the couch. Yunho and Mingi had been sat on it when San walked in, and had grabbed his wrists and pulled them down, consequently stretching San's body over the couch and lifting his feet off the floor. San had been flailing when Seonghwa, noticing his predicament, came along and decided to attack his sides. The boy shrieked and squealed, kicking randomly but unable to move. He couldn't even tip the couch, as the combined weight of Mingi and Yunho kept it solidly upright.

"HYUNG!" He yelled between giggles, "NOHOT - AAAA - NOHOT FAHAHAHAIRRRR!"

Seonghwa merely chuckled, leaning on top of him. "Awww sweetheart, you knew what you were getting into when you became a lee." Fingernails started scratching at his thighs, causing San to continue squealing and laughing. Pleads for the eldest to stop ended up being muffled by the material of the couch, as Yunho and Mingi laughed as his predicament.

"God you made it far too easy," Yunho giggled, deciding to scratch at San's armpit. A surprised yell made everyone flinch, as San burst into fits of squeakier giggles, drumming his feet against the couch. When Mingi decided to join in, San practically screamed.

"STOP! PLEEEEEEHEASE!!"

Seonghwa laughed aloud, lifting up San's shirt and blowing a raspberry in the middle of his back. "Can we flip him?"

Yunho and Mingi switched wrists, and Seonghwa manhandled San so that his tummy was facing up. Yunho and Mingi then decided to pin San's forearms to the couch cushions, sitting on them so that his tummy was arced over the back of the couch. It also meant that instead of four or less hands being available to attack, there were now six. San giggled nervously, knowing that he was not gonna get out of this until they let him.

"Oh dear! You're stuck!" Seonghwa gasped in fake surprise, walking two of his fingers across San's ribs. Breathy giggles were escaping the lee's lips, and he had his eyes scrunched closed. His bright dimpled smile seemed permanently etched on his face at this point.

Seonghwa lifted his hands above San's tummy, and Yunho and Mingi followed on his left and right sides respectively. Like it was planned, they pressed down teasingly on his body once, twice, three times...

Before they went for the kill.

As six hands wreaked ticklish havoc on his body, San found himself screaming with laughter. He bounced as much as he could, legs kicking until suddenly Seonghwa doubled over.

Mingi and Yunho burst out laughing, letting go of San accidentally who in turn flopped straight into their laps. Seonghwa, meanwhile curled over the back of the couch, clutching his groin in pain.

"You deserved it!" San panted, "That's what you get!"

Curling up in the laughing duos lap, San drifted off to sleep, barely registering the frantic speech coming from Hongjoong when he saw Seonghwa doubled over.

Sorry for the ATEEZ spam recently guys, I'm going to the concert in March and have been like -exclusively- inspired because I'm far too excited. I'll probably start doing other groups again afterwards I'm just mega hyped.

"MINGI!"

Mingi howled with laughter as he ran through the dorms, Shiber held tightly within his clutches.

Mingi, Yunho and San had been left alone in the dorm, and San was doing a V-Live when Mingi decided to cause some mischief. Having snuck into San's room, he managed to sneakily pick up Shiber (who had been laying behind San) and sneak out. By the time San had noticed the comments calling the taller out Mingi had disappeared, leaving San to chase him through the dorms, camera still rolling in his hands.

The redhead practically skidded into the living room, Shiber held above his head like Simba. Yunho, looking up from his phone, laughed.

"I wondered what the yelling was about."

"Messing with Sannie because he's V-living."

"Normally when we do this we tickle him right?"

"Yeah?"

"Fancy embarrassing San on V-Live?"

Mingi grinned evilly, and that was all the confirmation Yunho needed. Hearing San's footsteps, they quickly went back to what they were doing, with Mingi in the corner of the room and Yunho scrolling through Facebook.

San beelined towards Mingi, ditching the camera on a nearby table. Yunho went to pick it up with a sigh, propping it up on the CD rack and angling it towards the two to pick up the interaction before returning to "scrolling" on his phone.

"Give him back!" San cried, reaching for Shiber, who Mingi staunchly held above his head. Despite not being short, the height difference between the two meant that only the tips of San's fingers hit Shiber's fur.

"Not a chance!" Mingi laughed, holding him even higher to the shortest's frustration, "He's mine now!"

"Mingiiiiiiiii," San was standing on his tiptoes now, doing his best to reach the plushie who was held captive. Mingi ever so slightly nodded, and that was Yunho's cue to attack.

Making sure he was seen on camera, Yunho snuck right behind San before quickly grabbing his sides. Not wasting any time, he instantly started tickling, laughing as San shrieked and went limp in his grasp from the shock. Mingi also laughed, watching as San tried his best to escape without letting his giggles escape. The shorter tried to slip out of Yunho's arms to avoid the camera but the taller was having none of it, holding him tightly just in the cameras frame.

Mingi also started to attack, noticing Yunho's focus had slipped to holding the dark haired male in the cameras frame. The redhead dropped to his knees and started tickling the slender tummy, causing San to squeak and burst out into fits of giggles. Yunho, catching onto Mingi's plans, held the younger's arms back by the elbows, leaving his tummy exposed for Mingi to do with what he wished.

"STOP!" San managed to get out between laughs, and Mingi laughed in response.

"No way," Yunho giggled himself, unable to help it, "the chat seems to be enjoying it too!"

Upon realising that the camera was still rolling, San's face and neck flushed an incredibly bright red, and his struggles to escape were renewed. In response, Mingi merely dug into his ribs, making him shriek and fall limp again. Yunho's knuckles were white, grasping onto the younger's elbows. He let go of Sans elbows for a minute, grabbing his slender wrists and hiking both up, trapping them above his head.

With San's armpits exposed, Mingi started tapping his way from the ribs up, grinning as San's giggles went from relatively weak to squeaky and high. Once he reached his target, he dug right in, causing the shorter to buck in Yunho's grasp.

"NOHOHOHOHOHOHO! GEHEHET OHOHOHOHOHOHOFF!!"

Yunho smiled, looking at the chat as Mingi continued.

"Ooh Mingi they want you to go for his hips!"

"My pleasure!"

A shriek tore from San as Mingi started spidering his fingers over the protruding hip bones, the sensation unbearably light and ticklish. His giggles were constant and he kept squirming in the tallers grasp, refusing to look at the camera.

"Leave me alohohohohone!"

"ATINNIE78 says to go for his neck."

"Ah ok." Mingi let San breathe for a minute, before standing up. "With his neck you gotta be gentle, reeeeal gentle, don't you?" As Yunho nodded, Mingi continued much to San's horror. "Feather's work best, but blowing does a similar thing."

Mingi gently blew on the elder's neck, causing him to start giggling again. The giggles were softer, but just as cute, and the dark-haired male tried to squish his neck into his chest to no avail.

"A-ahahahare you dohohohone?" He giggled, managing to catch a glimpse at the camera. He was a wreck, all flushed and red with messy hair.

"Almost," Yunho said, looking at the chat. "Most want your tummy again, but no shirt."

As San started protesting, Mingi merely laughed and started lifting the shirt. "Hey, we can't disappoint ATINY." Bunching the shirt up securely, San's slender tummy was revealed to the camera. It wasn't chiseled with abs like Jongho, nor was it adorably pudgy like Wooyoung. It was just a flat expanse of soft pale skin, slightly caving inwards.

"Now, because we've done his tummy already we're gonna give you guys a treat," Mingi said conversationally, like San wasn't above him panting and blushing, "We don't tickle him here often, plain and simple it's too much for him, but we'll do it just for you guys. Can't do it for too long though, otherwise we might actually kill him."

Ignoring San's quiet pleas, Mingi slid his little finger into the small bellybutton, and lightly started scratching the inside. What came out of the shorter's mouth was nothing short of a shriek, and his legs collapsed beneath him, leaving Yunho hoisting him up by the wrists. As Mingi continued his gentle assault, high pitched shrieks and squealing laughs filled the kitchen, and by the time the red-head stopped, San was panting and flushed, residual giggles slipping out every now and then.

Giggling at the state of San, Yunho picked him up and carried him to the couch, ditching him on the comfortable leather seats. Mingi gave him Shiber after picking up the camera, and it was at this moment that Hongjoong slipped in, having been working from the studio. He took in Sans flushed face, the camera in Mingi's hands and Shiber (who rarely left the younger's bedroom) and asked, "What on earth have you done to him?"

"Run Joongie-hyung!" San responded, watching as a whooping Yunho and Mingi started chasing the elder around the room. With a tired grin, he settled down to watch, or maybe drift asleep, he didn't know.

At least he had Shiber back now.

Lazy ler

Not too energetic because of his back injury

Tickle fights are his favourite

Ticklish on his ribs and hips, with other spots including his neck, back and knees

Not really ticklish on the feet

Will wake up lees by tickling them and pinning them for their first 15 minutes of awakeness

Favourite Lee is Hongjoong. He literally can't deny it.

Pulls tickle based pranks.

Hongjoong needs his laptop? Let's just put it on the highest cupboard

He, San and Yunho (and Jongho and Seonghwa to be fair) literally hid all of the lees shoes in the house in a "full bin bag"

It was free real estate on their feet that day

The first to instigate gang tickle fights

Will literally jump one of the members with 0 regrets

Hides itching powder in socks and the lees will literally end up tickling themselves before they have to go to someone and get wrecked before he tells em

Literally the kind of person who will sit next to a tickle fight and call out encouragements to the ler while working

Also the kind of person who ties down a Lee before wiggling his fingers above their body, teasing them for what feels like hours before finally just attacking

Has a screamy laugh when tickled which sounds like someone is being murdered

A dangerous tickle fight opponent.

Likes to tickle backs and just slide his fingers down them

Tases people

Pick up tickles

Like to chase his lees before dragging them to the floor or the nearest couch and just going to town

A playful ler shall we say

Tends to be tamer and less involved than the others because his back injury makes it harder for him to go all in

Will tickle attack during the middle of choreo practice and not regret it when he gets scolded

Threatens with tickles all the time

When he's in a playful mood not even Seonghwa can stop him picking a Lee and going for it

The kind of guy who insists on a minute of birthday tickles per year you've been alive

Often San's chief assistant in the destruction of lees

Likes to manhandle his lees and make sure they can't move in order to prevent him having to do more straining work

Lees tend to be more careful when Mingi lers because they don't want to damage his back

But if they can't (Yeosang, Wooyoung) he has ties which he uses to tie them to the bed

Likes to tickle Hongjoong because he just thinks the leader is adorable and needs to laugh more, he works too hard

Likes to tickle Yeosang because he's just so smol and easy to manhandle

Will get into tickle fights with Yunho. Never wins but it's worth a shot.

Will not attempt to attack Seonghwa or Jongho don't even try to convince him.

Will try to attack San, but mostly ends up teaming up with him to bully Wooyoung.

Likes to tickle Wooyoung because his screaming Elmo laugh makes him laugh too.

Cuddles and spoils his lees after a hard session. He always has chocolate on hand and smothers them in fluffy blankets and love and mwah

The kind of person you go to when you're in a playful mood

Pillow fights into tickle battles

Has actually instigated a tickle war in the dorm

It was carnage.

Tickle punishments when playing a game.

Stops tickling when a person tears up because he thinks he's accidentally hurt them and they're crying from desperation not laughter.

Needs reassurance that this is normal for the lees but still never tickles as powerfully afterwards and the session only really late five minutes after because the mood is gone.