#ler!minho

Lee Minho was at peace.

Recently, he had seen Wake Up, Dead Man– the newest instalment of the Benoit Blanc movies. Unfortunately, he had no one to share such excitement with. Lino adored the Blanc adventures, but no one he watched it with understood all the minor details of the movie that made it so great without him having to pause and point it out himself. It’s not like his bandmates were stupid; they all grasped the concept of media literacy. It was always just more of an ‘oh really? That’s cool, Min’, instead of adding productive input to the conversation. Well…everyone except Jeongin.

On a whim, he had asked the youngest if he would like to watch it (Minho had already seen it by himself, but movies were always more fun with company). To his delight, he had discovered the vocalist was giving him exactly what he wanted. Engaging with the depths of the movie, pointing out things even he himself hadn’t noticed– actually sharing the love and appreciation for the story. It was heaven.

Now it was getting towards the end of the movie, Minho thoroughly enjoying Jeongin’s guesses at what the twist would be, the youngest draped across his lap on the couch. The older’s hands were idly rested upon Jeongin’s stomach as they both watched…his stretched out, very exposed stomach…

Luckily for the cat’s rise of intruding thoughts, he had seen this movie before and knew what was coming up next. Currently, it was a building scene, strong with emotions and conflictions, but it was about to be interrupted by Blanc very loudly playing the start of the Phantom of the Opera sting. It was sudden, jarring, and perfect for teasing his captive.

Jeongin was blissfully unaware, eyebrows furrowed as he was sucked into the intensity of the scene. He didn't even notice Minho’s hands shifting ever so slightly, poising themselves in preparation for…

DUN! DUN DUN DUN DUN!

The loud sting startled him, but what made him jump even more was the fact that every note was followed by teasing, curled fingers being pressed into his stomach. He squeaked, arms flailing as he tried to protect himself, a pink blush of betrayal dusting his cheeks. “Hyung!”

“I want to be sure you’re immersed, Iyen-ah.” Minho insisted solemnly, using every ounce of will in his body to keep from smiling as his hands danced across the younger’s torso. “I know you can hear them talking, but do you really feel what they’re saying?”

“B-bastard–” Jeongin hissed, trying to roll off of the dancer’s lap, but the teasing claws would not let him escape so easily. Every word of dialogue from the movie was now punctuated by the poke of a finger. His ribs, his stomach, his hip– nowhere was safe. He huffed, screwing his face up as he desperately fought back an embarrassing reaction.

“Yennie…” Minho cooed, thoroughly enjoying this new game he had created. Fuck the cinematic masterpiece– this was far more entertaining. He slowly slid his hand beneath the younger’s shirt, grinning when Jeongin squirmed and clenched his fists, trying oh so hard to seem unaffected. He traced gentle circles around the vocalist’s belly button, still poking at his ribs with every word of dialogue. “It must be so hard to stay so tense…why don’t you just let go for hyung, hm?”

Jeongin let out a sound suspiciously similar to a growl, white knuckling the couch cushions as he fought to stay composed. You are a grown man, Yang Jeongin. This is nothing. You’ve been teased like this before. There’s no need to–

Fuck.

Unfortunately for the poor fox, Minho was very good at getting what he wanted. Having grown bored of his little huffs and squirms, he decided to go in for the kill; one hand tracing down his neck, and the other drilling circles into his hip. Absolutely evil.

Jeongin jolted like he had been electrocuted, hiccupy laughter tumbling from his lips without his permission as he thrashed back and forth, trying to dislodge the mischievous digits. Minho laughed, delighted, and dug in with more vigour, sporadically darting all across his skin beneath his shirt, wiggling into any place he could reach.

“Is that a pretty blush I see, little fox?” The dancer purred, only making said blush darken across his cheeks. Jeongin whined, trying to turn into the couch to hide his face, but he was only met with more teasing. Loud, embarrassing kisses smashed against his flushed cheeks, all while the hands kept moving. He turned the other way, making a dramatic show of ‘wiping away’ the kisses, but that only gave Minho a new target.

Minho tugged his shirt up, a wide smirk on his face, and leaned down, beginning to nuzzle at the soft skin. “Yennie~ Tickle tickle, little squirmy fox. Such defined muscle here, hm? I might just keep talking here all day…” His voice was low, his lips pressed against the younger’s stomach, each vibration of his voice making the vocalist squeak, a new wave of giggles escaping him. Bingo.

“H-hyung plehehease–” Jeongin hiccuped out, the combination of feelings driving him insane, hating the way he could feel heat radiation off of his cheeks. Minho made a small noise of disapproval, nipping right beside his belly button, which made Jeongin yelp and buck his hips.

“You don’t want to play with me? Hmph…” The dancer let out a warm breath, letting it ghost across Jeongin’s stomach before he grinned, halting all of his teasing at once, leaning back against the couch like nothing had happened. Jeongin was breathing hard, flustered and frazzled, staring at the older with wide eyes.

“J-just…just like that?” He panted, a bit confused, feeling the sensitive sparks dissipate from his body.

“Like what?” Minho replied casually, his signature cat-like smirk playing at his lips. He laughed, leaning down, pressing a sweet kiss to the fox’s forehead. “Yes, yes, I’m done torturing you. Thank you for being here with me, Iyen.”

Jeongin grumbled, still embarrassed, but he curled back up against his hyung, hiding his smile behind his hand. “You’re lucky I was bored.”

“No, I’m lucky that it’s hard for you to pretend you don’t love me.” Minho teased back, a grin splitting his face, curling his fingers into the younger’s side.

“Hyung–”

“Fine, fine.” Minho sighed, smoothing his palm out to gently rub up and down his side instead, pressing another soft kiss to his hair. “...Hyung loves you, Iyen.”

“I love you too, hyung.” Jeongin murmured back, sliding his arms around Minho’s waist. He was settled for a moment, peaceful, before he slowly started tapping up the dancer’s side, grinning when the older jumped at the touch.

“What are you–”

   This view of Han was adorable. Laying with his back on the floor and his legs up on the couch, he looked so comfortable just sitting there. "You look good from this angle," Han said, interrupting his bunny's thoughts; Lee Know looked down at his quokka, sprawled out on the floor next to him. "Flip the camera-" The bunny teased, watching Han fumble for a second. "Whyy? I dont want to-" He whined, as Lee Know stared at him playfully, his eyes lighting up as he responded. "No, flip it- I want to see how I look." Han sighed, allowing Minho to flip the camera so that it was facing him, on the floor.

   "Han Jisung's stomach~" Lee Know teased, taking his foot and tapping the quokka's belly with it, nudging his shirt up a little more to expose more of the cute tummy. Han stretched slightly, bringing a hand down to shove at Minho's foot. "Don't touch it with your foot- if you're going to touch it, use your hand instead.." He said, giving Minho a look that basically translated to "you can wreck me now"; the bunny smirked and replied smartly. "Oh, I should use my hand instead?"

   Before Han could register what was happening, nervous giggles and titters were already spilling out of him as Minho climbed on top of his waist, pinning him to the floor as he held both hands together above the quokka's head with one of his, setting up the camera right next to Han's head angled down towards the rest of his body. "Wahait Minhoho- not in frohont of the Stahahays!"

   "Oh yea- hey, you guys want to watch me make Han into a giggly little mess?" Minho asked the camera, already fluttering fingers up by Han's ears and neck, watching as he adorably tried to scrunch up his neck to block the teasing fingers. Lee Know chuckled at his attempts, teasing about how the chat was blowing with how cute Han's face was, or how red his ears were. "Aw, Hannie- see, they think you're adorable~" He said, bringing a hand down to spider across his ribs as the quokka's laughter went up in pitch, his eyes shutting tightly as if it would make the sensations any better. "Hannie...you need to keep your eyes open for me- I want to see your face the whole time, and Im sure the Stays do too..." He teased, watching as Han opened his eyes slightly, only to shut them tightly again as soon as he saw Minho wiggle his fingers at him.

Minho had no idea how to put a stop to the rampage.

It was fun at first. Jisung, being the clumsy boy that he is, accidentally broke one of Minho’s ceramic cat figurines. It was given to the older by Hyunjin, and the dancer adored it. Jisung felt absolutely awful, and even after being reassured by Minho that he knew it was an accident and he wasn’t mad, the producer was wracked with anxiety and guilt. For the rest of the day, he waited on Minho hand and foot. Bringing him food, doing his laundry, doing the dishes, making his bed– the list was endless. Minho couldn’t deny he found it amusing, but it had been a few days now, and he was getting worried.

Jisung was near constantly trying to do things to appease the older. The house was now spotless, and somehow the anxious squirrel continued to find things to clean. Despite the countless times Minho had said he wasn’t even remotely mad, the younger was wracked with nerves.

This wasn’t new behavior– Minho knew of his bandmate’s habits. Jisung had a crippling anxiety surrounding upsetting those around him, so when he did something wrong, he would do acts of service to appease them. Not only did it serve to make the other party happy, but it reassured Jisung that they didn’t hate him for whatever he did to upset them. For some reason, however, the anxiety seemed to be unable to dissipate.

When Minho walked into his room to find the bottom half of Jisung sticking out from under his bed, he had enough. He huffed, tapping the rapper’s knee. “Sungie-ah. What are you doing?”

Jisung’s leg kicked out, letting out a startled noise, followed by a laugh. “Ah! Hyung! It’s quite dirty under here, y’know? So much dirt and cat fur– I even found that sock you were looking for!”

“That’s great, Bug, but this is my room.” Minho sighed, shaking his head. “This is my responsibility. There’s no need for you to be cleaning in here.”

“Nonsense, Hyung.” Jisung insisted, sticking his hand out to wave the older off. “I wasn’t busy. I’m happy to do this.”

“Jisung.” The dancer snapped, making the younger tense. Minho sighed, gently rubbing flat palmed circles on the rapper’s stomach. “Stop this. I already told you I’m not mad. It was an accident. Besides– I can just get a new one. There’s no need for you to go all ‘house flipper’ on every surface available.”

It was quiet for a few moments, the only indication that Jisung hadn’t somehow fallen asleep being the way his hands poked out from under the bed, tapping patterns against the ground. “...But Hyunjin gave it to you.”

“Is that what this is about?” Minho prompted softly, shaking his head. “The fact that Hyunjinnie made it for me?”

“W-well yeah. It’s not like you can just get a new one– that one was special…and I broke it.”

“What you’re breaking is my heart, Sungie.” The older chided softly, a fond smile on his face, tapping the producer’s stomach. “Beating yourself up like this. Jinnie can make a new one.”

Jisung let out a soft giggle, squirming as much as he could under the bed, his fingers pausing their tapping. “...I guess you’re kinda right…”

“I’m always right.” Minho agreed smugly, grinning, tapping the younger’s stomach once more. “Now get out of there, silly Bug.”

“Ah– well– you see–...I’m stuck.” Jisung admitted, and Minho could practically hear the way his cheeks turned a bright pink. The dancer laughed, a wide smile on his face, tracing lazy circles across his bandmate’s stomach.

“You need help wiggling out? Been working out too much?” He teased, gently pinching up the younger’s ribs. Jisung squawked, trying to flail his arms, but the bedframe prevented much movement.

“H-hyung! Don’t y-you dare–”

“Don’t I dare what? Help you out?” Minho prompted, an evil grin curling his lips, shifting to add his second hand into the mix, fluttering all across his bandmate’s torso. “You just gonna be stuck forever?”

“Mihihin!” Jisung whined, squeaky little giggles tumbling from his lips, squirming on his back as he tried his best to wiggle free. Not being able to see the playful attacks was making the feeling worsen, an army of butterflies swirling around in his stomach, his cheeks flaming red. “Quihihit!”

“You seem to still be stuck.” Minho mused, shifting his focus to the rapper’s legs. He used one hand to spider his fingers across the younger’s kneecap, the other squeezing up and down the muscle of his thigh. Jisung shrieked, kicking his leg out, nearly kneeing the dancer in the face.

“EHEHEHVIL!! E-EVIL EHEHEVIL–” He babbled, bubbly laughter pouring from his lips, his hands gripping the edge of the bedframe. Minho snickered, pleased, returning his focus to the rapper’s toned stomach. He tugged his shirt up, beginning to gently scratch his nail along the edge of his belly button.

“C’mon, little bug.” Minho cooed teasingly, enjoying the way Jisung squeaked and squirmed, hips bucking as he tried to free himself. “You can do better than that.”

“Tihihickles!” Was all Jisung could get out, his giggles turning high pitched and breathy, kicking his feet out. Minho laughed, nodding along, wiggling his finger in the younger’s belly button, enjoying the way it made his laughter get even louder.

“I bet it does. If only there was a way you could escape…” He sighed dramatically, shaking his head. Minho then leaned down, his breath ghosting across the producer's stomach, holding back a laugh when Jisung went completely still.

“Y-Yknow, I actually q-quite like it under here, s-so there’s no n-need to–” Jisung sputtered, his hands tapping against the ground, but he was cut off when Minho took a deep breath, blowing a raspberry right against his hip. He shrieked, his hips bucking fiercely, loud laughter tumbling from his lips. “FUHUHUHCK!”

“Y’know, it’s incredible you haven’t wiggled free yet.” Minho giggled, placing a little kiss above his belly button, turning his head to look in the direction of the younger’s face. “I wonder how much more I’ll need to–” He froze, trailing off, causing Jisung to calm down as well.

“W-what?” Jisung prompted nervously, breathing hard, a bright smile plastered across his face. Minho slowly reached to the side, finger extended, and placed it on top of Jisung’s chest. His…very much not trapped chest, with at least an inch of room for the rapper to shuffle out. Perfectly able to free himself the entire time.

“...Busted, gigglebug.” Minho whispered, an evil grin curling at his lips.

Jisung went a brilliant red, shifting to try and look at the older, butterflies swirling in his stomach. “W-wait– Hyung– I can– I can explain–”

“House cat.” Seungmin sneered, his eyes playful, poking at the older’s cheek. Minho wrinkled his nose, swatting the offending hand away.

“Dog breath.” The dancer shot back, shuffling away.

“Little psycho.”

“Manhandling junkie.”

“Salty bitch.”

“Ear piercing siren.”

Seungmin bristled, his competitive side rearing its head. He was a ragebaiter at heart, and he originally started this feud to simply annoy his hyung. Now, however, it was about getting the last word in. “Heartless, emotionless, stone cold bastard.” He shot back, grinning victoriously when he was met with silence. His joy was…short lived.

Minho opened his mouth, then shut it, clear hurt flashing behind his eyes. He calmly grabbed his phone off the counter, pulled his jacket on, and glided towards the front door; only pausing to throw a clipped “You win.” over his shoulder. The slam of the door shutting was followed by tense, deafening silence.

Fucking dammit.

Every part of Seungmin’s body screamed to follow after the older and apologize, but he knew it would be ineffective. He had a rule of thumb he used whenever any of his bandmates were actually angry: give them thirty minutes to stew, then try again. It let the fiery bits of anger and hurt fizzle out, let them think over the situation, and left them more open to comfort.

So Seungmin waited.

Han was using the Minsung apartment for a 3racha recording/writing session, so the vocalist knew Minho was unlikely to throw himself in that environment when he was so upset. Seungmin’s best course of action was to wait for the older to return, or try to call him after his self-imposed waiting period was over. Just as he was about to open the door to try and see wherever Lino went, the door opened on its own– revealing a puffy eyed and blank faced dancer.

“Hyung.” Seungmin whispered, his throat tightening at the knowledge that he was the cause of such emotions.

“Seungmin-ssi.” Minho replied cooly, brushing past his bandmate and through the door.

Okay…ouch. Deserved, but ouch.

“Hyung, please.” The puppy murmured, trailing after the older with his metaphorical tail between his legs. “You know I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No– I get it.” The cat hummed in a tone of voice that made Seungmin’s stomach twist into knots. “I’m just not like the others. I’m the freak with a cavern where his heart should be.”

Minho had every right to be upset, but the dramatics made him roll his eyes. Seungmin knew the older knew he loved him, and while he was allowed to be hurt by his words, he was completely brushing off any attempt at an apology in favor of further guilting the younger. Seungmin huffed, grabbing his bandmate by his shoulders and spinning him around, too worked up to laugh at the bewildered expression on the dancer’s face.

“Enough with that. You know damn well that’s not true. You are an incredibly sweet, caring, and thoughtful person– you just have a weird way of showing it. You’re weird, but we love you for it. I love you. You hear me? Hm? I, Kim Seungmin, love you, Lee Minho, because you’re my family.” He stated firmly, poking his finger at Minho’s chest. Seungmin himself had no room to talk– even declarations like this were difficult to verbalize, but he needed to get the point across. When silence followed his words, he pulled the older into a tight hug, burying his face in his shoulder.

Please please please…

Slowly, arms wrapped around him in return. Seungmin let out a sigh, nearly collapsing with relief, only tightening his hold on his bandmate. Hands rubbed up and down his back, allowing him to relax further. Traveling up and down, around the expanse of his shoulders, and…around his sides, curling against his ribs. He yelped, pulling his head up to be met with a teasing smirk and mischievous eyes.

Oh good– Minho’s back to normal.

…Oh no. Minho’s back to normal.

“Hm…I might think that was a really sweet and heartfelt apology…” The dancer hummed, one arm tight around the younger’s waist, the other free hand beginning to pinch up and down his side. “But unfortunately, I’m a stone cold bastard, so I don’t really care.”

“H-hyung!” Seungmin whined, his cheeks blooming a lovely shade of red, trying to squirm out of the cat’s grip. The arm held fast, the free hand now slipping beneath his shirt to travel across his stomach.

“Shame, isn’t it?” Lino sighed dramatically, his grin widening as Seungmin coughed and sputtered, desperately trying to fight back his embarrassing reactions. He then abruptly tossed the younger back onto the couch, following suit to straddle his legs and pin his hands above his head. His free hand then moved to massage up and down the vocalist’s thighs, digging into the sensitive muscle.

“Nahahaha! Shihihit! T-That’s sohohoho b-bad you ahahasshole–” Seungmin hissed, trying to jerk away, but his captor held fast, clearly pleased by his descent into giggles.

“Aww, look at that pretty smile.” Minho cooed, moving his hand to flutter teasingly at the younger’s neck, tracing all along his ears and collarbone. “Too bad I’m so heartless. Might’ve enjoyed it.”

“Cheheater!” The vocalist retorted, feeling his cheeks burn with embarrassment. His smile had always been a weak spot, and the older damn well knew that. Seungmin let out a sigh of relief when the hand pulled away, but he quickly tensed up once more as he felt his shirt being pulled up. “No…”

“Yes.” Minho grinned, raising his hand above the puppy and forming a claw with his fingers. He then gave a dramatic gasp, beginning to lower his hand as his fingers wiggled in the air. “Oh no! Minnie! It’s the Claw!”

“D-don’t you fucking dare–” Seungmin sputtered, his eyes going wide, a vibrant blush creeping up his neck. “I s-said I was sorry!”

“Poor thing.” The dancer tsked, shaking his head, his hand steadily lowering. “Another victim of the Claw. I would help, but…unfortunately, I’m heartless.”

“I-I get it, okay? I’m sorry, a-and I’ll never d-do it again, and I already apologized I don’t k-know whatmoreyouwantfromme–” Words were rapidly spilling from his mouth, his eyes going wide as he saw the hand mere inches away from him. He sucked his stomach in, hoping to delay the inevitable while pleas fell endlessly from his lips. “T-this is so childish!”

“Isn’t it just?” Minho mused, his smile softening for a brief moment as he admired his flustered, squirming bandmate. He had gotten over his hurt from the situation, and he could tell the younger was truly deeply remorseful. However, he wouldn’t be Lee Minho if he didn’t get his sweet revenge. “Closer and closer…hungry for sensitive little tummies…”

“B-bastard– I never s-should’ve apologized to– HYUHUHUNG NOHOHO!” Seungmin shrieked, helplessly tugging at his wrists as Minho’s hand descended upon him, clawing playfully at his stomach and vibrating his fingers into the muscle. He tried to arch away from the tortuous feeling, but he only served to press himself further into the older’s hand. “IMSORRYIMSORRYIMSOHOHORRY!”

“Hm…are you really sorry?” Minho teased lowly, raising an eyebrow, swirling his finger in the vocalist’s belly button.

“YEHEHES!”

The dancer finally took mercy, releasing his hold on Seungmin’s wrists and removing his hand, sitting back to admire his work. The vocalist took in heaving breaths, his arms glueing themselves to his stomach, cheeks flushed a cherry red. He tried to glare at Minho, but it only came out as a giddy smile.

“R-remind me to…never t-try to bait you again…” Seungmin wheezed, feeling the residual tingles spark across his body. Minho laughed, nodding along, leaning down to press a kiss to the younger’s cheek, enjoying the way it seemed to only further fluster him.

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The music was deafening. As the song bounced off the walls and back at him, Jeongin's mind was fully consumed with the song. However, the dancer next to him didnt seem as focused; Lee Know's mind was everywhere else but the song. His body may have been moving along to the choreography along with the rest of the group, but his eyes were watching their maknae.

The way I.N.'s body moved so easily through the song, it looked almost effortless. Looking over, Jeongin lifted an eyebrow mid-step, teasingly winking at Minho just to watch him quickly look away. He was sure to be sore later though.

As Jeongin stepped out of the bathroom, water dripped from his hair down the back of his tank. It was an old shirt with many years of use, making it a loose fit- along with some basketball shorts, it made the perfect pair of loungewear/pajamas. "Tired, fox?"

Jeongin nearly jumped backwards out of surprise, as he hadn't even noticed Minho sitting on his bed. "Oh jeeze- you scared me Minho! And yea, a bit. Do you know where my massage gun went?" "Wasn't it in here somewhere? I swear I saw you with it yesterday.." Lee Know said, gesturing to Jeongin's bedside tables. Opening each drawer, he found what he was looking for in the second table. Picking it up, I.N. sat down next to the dancer on the bed, machine in hand.

"Need some help?" Lee Know asked, eyeing the massage gun in the maknae's hand. Jeongin thought for a moment, then realized he probably couldn’t reach his back as well as somebody else could. "...sure. Just be careful-" He warned. Minho figured he was just particularly sore.

Switching it on to the second lowest setting, Minho placed it carefully along the top of I.N's back, moving it in a swift yet careful pace. Unfortunately for Jeongin, his back was just one of his many....sensitive points. Supressing bubbly giggles, he buried his face in his arms, which he were originally using as a headrest, attempting to muffle any giggles that might slip out. Minho noticed his shoulders lightly shaking, though he couldn't tell if it was from the massage gun's vibrations (although he didn't think it was that strong, especially with it being on the second lowest setting-) or if the fox was crying. "Are you okay Ayen?" He asked carefully, still moving the gun across his shoulder blades and upper back in almost rhythmic motions.

Trying to gather himself before responding, Jeongin took a breath, replying "Yea, just a little sore is ahall-". Shit. He hoped Minho didn’t notice the giggle that had slipped into his last word. However, Minho noticed everything. Suddenly, it all clicked. Why his shoulders were shaking, why he asked him to be careful, and where that adorable little giggle had come from. Teasingly, he asked the fox beneath him the dreaded question. "I.N....are you alright? You seem a little more..sensitive...than usual-".

Oh, he was dead. He had to make something up, and fast. "Yea, yohou just...hit a pressure point. The gun's aha little weird-" The fox tried as an excuse. Lee Know, unfortunately, wasn't buying it. At least now he had an excuse for what was to come. "The gun's weird, huh? Well, if that's the case, then let me do this the old fashioned way for you. Surely it'll be more effective-"Minho said, practically preying on the younger's downfall. Before Jeongin could say anything in response, the older had already put the machine on the closest table, setting it down with an audible thud. Giving the maknae no chances to react, he dug his fingers into his back, vibrating into the back of Jeongin's ribs. "Ah! Mihinhoho! Stop thahat!"

Sweet giggles erupted from the fox's throat, filling Minho's ears with the sound. He could hardly contain a warm grin as he watched the younger's face scrunch up in glee. Taking advantage of I.N.'s state, he quickly flipped him over onto his back, then took both wrists in one hand, raising them above Jeongin's head and pinning them there.

As Minho smiled evilly down at the maknae trapped under him, Jeongin felt his stomach flutter and fill with dread at the sight of the older's expression. "Wait- Minho! I'm fihine now, I prohomise! You don't need to doho thihis! Let mehe go!" His words tumbled out frantically, trying to create an excuse to save himself as he squirmed under the bunny's hold.

"Hm..are you sure Innie? It looks to me like you're still pretty sore- why else would you be squirming around so much?" Minho teased, watching the fox flush pink at his words. Oh how he loved making his lees flustered- especially his little quokka. Doesn't mean he wouldn't mind going after the maknae every now and then, though-

Without warning, he dug into I.N.'s sides, squeezing rapidly up and down, finding a rhythm that drove the younger up the wall as laughter flowed from him. "Lehee Knohow!!" was all Jeongin could seem to say, so caught up in the sensations all he could think was it tickles it tickles oh my GOD it tickles SO BAD. "Hmm...you know, im pretty hungry Ayen..are you?" Lee Know said, slowly sliding up Jeongin's tank, which had already ridden up some due to his squirming. "I could really go for some berries, dont you think?"

Jeongin's eyes widened as he realized Lee Know's meaning. "Wahait no Minhoho don't you dahare!" He pleaded, watching with a flushed face and wide eyes as the bunny lowered his head to the younger's muscled stomach. Then he blew. The reaction was almost instant- Jeongin nearly screamed, arching off the bed before flopping back down as Minho blew raspberry after raspberry on the maknae's poor belly, occasionally moving up to lightly nibble on his ribs, which drove I.N. insane.

Pausing for a moment, Minho allowed Jeongin to catch his breath as he spoke, eyes drifting across the younger's toned abdomen in search of a new target. "Hmmm..I wonder if Innie's innie is a ls ticklish as the rest of him?" He teased, watching I.N's eyes grow wide as he began to plead. "Nononohono Minho wait dohon't you dare!" Unfortunately for him, Lee Know dared- he had one goal and one goal only. Getting this little fox to become a mushy, giggling mess under his fingers.

Bringing his hand back to I.N's stomach, he began lightly feathering his fingers over Jeongin's midriff, occasionally dipping a finger into his navel just to hear the adorable little squeak it earned him. "Ayen...guess what? Im still hungry- and I think some more raspberries would be soo good right now..." He teased, circling his finger around the rim of I.N.'s belly button, slowly bringing his face closer to the younger's midsection once more.

"Nohoho Minho dohon't! Plehehease!"Jeongin pleaded, watching in horror as Lee Know's face got closer and closer. Then, contact. Blowing a loud raspberry straight into the maknae's navel, Minho was rewarded with a shriek of pure joy before his lee fell into rapid giggles and laughter. The bunny didn’t stop there, though. He began planting tickly little kisses all around the fox's midriff area, his fingers simultaneously squeezing up and down Jeongin's sides.

After one more long, loud raspberry, Minho finally let up. As Jeongin curled in on himself, stiill giggling, face flushed, he rolled away from Lee Know on the bed, covering his torso with his arms. "Yohou suhuck..." Pulling the younger into a soft hug, Lee Know began rubbing Jeongin's stomach carefully, ridding all the phantom sensations from the fox as his giggles died down.

"That was adorable-" Minho teased, planting a small kiss on the side of I.N.'s neck just to watch his wobbly smile return as he scrunched up his shoulders to try and evade the bunny. "Stahap!" Jeongin squeaked, leaning away from Minho despite being actively embraced by him. "Alright, alright- I'm actually done now." Lee Know laughed, enjoying messing with the younger. "You better be-" I.N. said, settling back into Minho's arms as the two drifted off.

From the other side of the room, Chan and Felix had heard the whole thing. And they would definitely tease Jeongin about it tomorrow morning.

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Hyunjin was using his off day to his fullest potential.

Trip to the spa with a begrudging Seungmin, working out with Changbin, watching a movie with Jisung, and finally ending his day off by cuddling with Felix– the younger presently asleep in his lap. What could possibly be better?

“My my, what do we have here?” Minho mused playfully, rounding the corner into the living room to see Hyunjin and Felix sat in front of the couch, discreetly snapping a picture of the pair. Hyunjin beamed, pleased, running his fingers through the blonde’s hair.

“Relaxing as the universe intended.” The dancer hummed, pleased to see the older take a seat beside them.

Minho nodded along, a rare soft expression on his face as he reached over, brushing the hair out of Hyunjin’s eyes. “Good, Hyun-ah. I’m glad you’re actually taking a break. Looks like Bookie needed one too.” He snickered, his eyes falling to the sleeping rapper curled up in his counterpart’s lap.

“He did.” Hyunjin agreed, leaning into the dancer’s touch with a low hum. “Been trying my best to make time for everyone while we have the chance.”

“You’re so mature.” The cat teased lowly, brushing his fingers against the younger’s cheek. Hyunjin giggled, squirming away, reaching a hand up to bat the offending fingers away.

“Quit it! You’re going to make me wake up Lix.” He huffed, wrinkling his nose at the older. Minho grinned, mischief alight behind his eyes. He let his hand travel downward, beginning to prod at the dancer’s side.

“Yeah? Better not wiggle around too much, then, little ferret.” He mused, giggling at the look of mock betrayal on his bandmate’s face.

“Traitor!” Hyunjin whined playfully, trying to keep his voice low, biting the inside of his cheek as he fought to ignore the tingling feeling at his side. “I’m not gonna wake him.”

And, well, Minho was never one to back down from a challenge, was he?

He wiggled one hand against Hyunjin’s neck, fingers brushing delicately over the sensitive skin, using his other hand to slip under the younger’s shirt and lightly spider against his stomach. Hyunjin jolted, letting out a low hiss as he tried to still himself, his cheeks staining a dark pink. Felix grumbled, making them both freeze, but he merely adjusted his position and resumed his gentle snoring. Minho grinned, victorious, and continued his playful torture.

“Lixie has been working so hard, hasn’t he?” The cat hummed conversationally, delighting in the way Hyunjin tried to muffle his giggles behind his hand, struggling not to escape the teasing touch. “Good thing he can trust in Hyunjinnie to be a good pillow for him.”

“Ehehevil.” Hyunjin giggled quietly, his hands gripping his shirt to try and ground himself. The maddening, gentle little touches across his skin were driving him up a wall, and it took everything in his power not to throw Felix off his lap and scramble away. “E-evil ehehevil.”

“Yes, it is.” Minho sighed, nodding along, switching tactics to start pinching at the muscle at the junction in between his neck and shoulders, forming his second hand into a claw and vibrating it against Hyunjin’s stomach. “The possibility of Lixie’s nap being interrupted when he’s so tired. We wouldn’t want that to happen, would we?”

Hyunjin squeaked, flinching hard as he tried to curl in on himself, his legs briefly trying to come up, then flattening back down. He slapped a hand over his mouth, trying to muffle the sounds, watching as Felix stirred once more, but did not wake. “Hyung!” He whisper-yelled, leaning sideways to try and evade the cat, a bright, shy smile plastered on his face. “Nohoho!”

“Poor Hyunnie, so, so sensitive.” He cooed, leaning closer as he kept up his attack, nosing against the younger’s cheek to tease him further. “Unable to keep still to save his life.” Minho then slid his hand downwards, finding that perfect little dip in his hip, drilling his thumb into the hollow.

It…may have been a little ambitious.

Hyunjin shrieked, his laughter flowing out unrestrained as he bucked his hips, spasming to curl in on himself. Felix slid off of his lap, looking disgruntled as he blinked at the pair, both frozen as they stared at the newly awoken rapper.

“What’re you doing?” He grumbled, half heartedly working to fix his hair, his voice thick with sleep. Minho, at least, had the decency to look guilty, pulling his hands away from the giggling dancer.

“Sorry, Bookie, Hyunjin didn’t mean to wake you.” He murmured, earning him an elbow to the side from the flustered ferret.

“Hyung was torturing me.” He whined dramatically, flopping back against the legs of the couch. “I tried to stop him.”

“Mm…well…keep it down.” Felix grumbled, moving to now lay across both of their laps, letting his eyes fall shut once more. The two captives shared a look, unable to muster up any emotion other than fondness for the younger.

“I suppose I can spare an hour.” Minho admitted, gently running his fingers through the rapper’s hair, his eyes soft. Hyunjin snickered, nodding in agreement, settling back into his relaxed state.

“Welcome to your life of being a pillow, Hyung. It’s a thankless job.”

“I could leave at any time.” The older insisted, trying to at least hide the fact that Felix had created such a soft spot in his heart. Hyunjin rolled his eyes fondly, shaking his head.

“Yeah, but…you won’t.”

This was the most fun Minho had in ages.

Sure, poor Hannie was frazzled, but this isn’t about him.

The dancer woke up before his counterpart that morning (per usual– Jisung was not an early riser), and had found the younger’s shirt to be ridden up, exposing part of his stomach and side. The skin looked beautifully smooth, toned in all the right places, exposed and practically begging for his touch. An overwhelming desire filled Minho, his fingers twitching anxiously, desperately wishing to wiggle his fingertips into the soft flesh.

He managed to restrain himself; just barely. The anticipation was part of the game, after all. Instead, the cat had devised the perfect plan to make his payout all the more sweet.

It started out small. To wake the producer up, Minho nudged at his arm, his hand “accidentally” slipping down, hitting his ribcage. Jisung jolted awake, confused, but the older’s expression gave nothing away. The dancer simply tilted his head, sliding off the mattress, and began rattling off his plans for the day.

Then it got a little more intentional. Not enough to be called out– just enough to leave Jisung jumpy and confused. Fingertips brushing against his neck when Minho passed behind him on the couch. A socked toe scraping against his sole under the table. A supportive squeeze to his leg landing just a bit too close to his knee. Minho had to hold back a smirk every time he saw the younger’s body tense up, bracing for something that never came.

He had to admit, he got a little bold towards the end. Squeezing the younger’s side to get around him, a playful nudge of the elbow landing just a bit directly to his ribs, supposedly “feeling his process in the gym” as he worked his thumbs into Jisung’s back. Minho savored his reactions to every little touch; giddiness, anticipation, realization, confusion, and barely concealed disappointment. Patience, Jisungie.

It all came to a head when Minho spotted the most beautiful opportunity to end his little game. Every week, usually after a particularly harsh work day, Jisung would hang from his pullup bar for a few minutes to let his back decompress. Something the producer had seen online once, and ended up helping tremendously. Especially with how his seating posture would fuck up his spine. Today just so happened to be the younger’s chosen day to do so; shirtless, hanging in his doorway, facing his room. A perfect opening. Too perfect…

The dancer tilted his head, studying Jisung’s back muscles. For science, of course. Jisung hardly ever did this little session with his shirt off– there was no need to remove the clothing. So why…?

Oh.

Oh.

Minho grinned, a new rush of giddy adrenaline invigorating him as he crept up behind his victim. The squirrel appeared to be blissfully unaware; sighing as he let his body relax, dangling from the bar. So wonderfully exposed.

The cat finally struck, snaking his hands around to flutter his fingers in Jisung’s armpits. The younger squawked, jerking, pulling himself up to try and escape. When that didn’t work, he released his hold on the bar, his arms rocketing down as he squirmed, a beaming smile on his face.

“Hyung!”

“Why hello there, Jisungie.” Minho chirped back playfully, grinning as he worked his way down the producer’s ribs, pinching and wiggling into the soft flesh. Every little responding squeak and jerk making his heart flutter. “Why’d you stop?”

“Yohohou k-know dahahamn well w-why!” Jisung retorted, giggles beginning to flow from his lips as he twisted and turned, trying to escape the cat’s clutches. “Quihihit!”

“Now, see, usually I’d consider that request.” The dancer hummed, nodding thoughtfully. He brought one hand up, pinching at the sensitive muscle at the junction of his captive’s neck and shoulders. Then, with the other hand, he spidered his fingers across his toned stomach, occasionally dipping a teasing finger down to swirl around his belly button. “But there’s one problem.”

Jisung spasmed, howling with laughter at the combination of the sensations, feeling his knees start to weaken as he danced around, desperate for reprieve. Electricity shot through his body; each teasing touch sending a wave of giddiness that made his cheeks red and his smile wide. “Whahahahat?”

“You’re not stupid, Jisungie.” Minho continued on, slowly guiding the younger back towards his bed, strategically drilling his thumbs into his hips to get him to shuffle backwards. “You know what I’ve been doing all day.”

“I-I– I dohoho?” Jisung questioned, his weak attempt at innocence having no effect on the older. Minho snorted, shoving his shoulders back, making him hit the bed with a small ‘oof’. He then crawled on top of him, settling himself on his thighs, immediately returning to digging his fingers into the muscle of Jisung’s stomach.

“You do.” The dancer agreed, giggling when Jisung shrieked, bucking his hips as loud laughter was forced from his lips. “You know I’ve been subtly poking at you to build up to a full blown tickle attack. Y’know what’s most interesting about that?”

“Ehehehe– w-what?” Jisung managed to get out, his hands fumbling to try and protect his sensitive torso. Minho dodged easily; fluttering his fingers under the younger’s chin just to keep him guessing.

“That instead of calling me out on it or trying to hide, you decided to hang on your pull up bar.” The cat pointed out, grinning wickedly, punctuating his claim with a poke to his ribs. “Without your shirt.” Poke. “Facing away from the hallway.” Poke. “Completely exposed.” Poke.

Jisung went scarlet, his eyes going wide, and Minho could practically hear his flustered thoughts racing. “I-I didn’t– that’s not– I–”

Minho didn’t let him finish.

Pleased with having gotten to tease his bandmate and complete his mission, he decided to go in for the grande finale. He attached one hand to Jisung’s stomach in a claw shape, vibrating against the sensitive muscle as he dug in. The other hand was assigned to his side, spidering all the way up to his armpit, and all the way down to his hip. Finally, he leaned down, his lips finding Jisung’s neck, and he blew a loud raspberry against the skin.

Then he was in the air.

Jisung had absolutely broken, his body overloaded with the teasing sensations, and his laughter reaching volumes that probably alerted the gas station a block away. He violently bucked his hips, using such a force that it sent Minho flying off the bed, surprising them both. The dancer landed on a rather large pile of clean laundry (thank you, past Jisung, for refusing to fold your clothes), and stared up at the younger with wide eyes.

Silence.

“Hyung?” Jisung prompted weakly in between pants, his own eyes as wide as his companions.

Minho burst into giggles, the prettiest, brightest smile Jisung had ever seen plastered on his face. He fell back into the clothes once more, looking positively delighted by the outcome of the situation.

Jisung couldn’t help but laugh along, both embarrassed by his reaction, and relieved his companion was uninjured. “Aish, you…”

“Ah…that was fun, wasn’t it?” The dancer giggled, catching his breath as he beamed at the younger.

“...It was.” Jisung admitted, then he narrowed his eyes playfully at the older. “But you were mean.”

“It’s all part of the game!” Minho insisted, sitting up, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “It makes it ten times more fun if I get you all worked up. Trust me.”

“Yeah?” The producer prompted, raising an eyebrow, a grin tugging at his lips. “If it’s as fun as you say it is, how about you be on the receiving end? Hm?”