#ler chan

Jisung is a mess. His face is the color of a ripe tomato, flushed all the way down his neck and disappearing under the collar of his oversized shirt. His hair is a mess, sticking up in every direction from thrashing.

Chan is still straddling Jisung's hips, solid and immovable, his weight pinning Jisung's wrists to the mattress on either side of his head. Chan's not even breathing hard, the bastard.

He's just sitting there with that fond, wolfish grin, watching Jisung try to remember how lungs work. Every few seconds, Jisung's body gives an involuntary twitch, a leftover spasm from the assault, and Chan's grin only widens.

Minho is happily sitting on his arms, completely unbothered, entirely content with having watched Jisung kick and buck and scream with laughter.

"Hello, everyone," He says, and Jisung nearly dies on the spot. Is he really live right now? He can almost hear the explosion of comments that must be flooding the screen. "Sorry for the sudden live. Chan-ah and I wanted to show you something."

Chan snorts above him, his grip tightening just a fraction. He shifts his weight, leaning down to get a better look at the phone screen. "Oh, this is going to be good," He murmurs, his breath warm against Jisung's ear, which is now burning a furious crimson.

A quiet, breathless sort of whine escaped Jisung’s throat. His chest was still heaving, the remnants of hysterical laughter bubbling up and dying in his ribs. 

He was pinned, utterly defeated. 

And the fans could see every single second of it.

Chan finally speaks up after about a moment. "So, who wants to see us tickle Hannie?"

Jisung's entire soul briefly left his body. His eyes went impossibly wide, and a strangled, disbelieving noise clawed its way out of his throat. The chat exploded. Hearts. Emojis. Screaming in all caps. A flood of YES and PLEASE and WE DO and I CANT BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING.

The pressure kept Jisung flat, but his knees. Oh, his traitorous knees, were already creeping up toward his chest, his body instinctively trying to curl into the smallest possible shape. His arms were still pinned by Minho, but his legs were free, and they were trying.

Chan laughed, bright and delighted, and it was the most beautiful and terrifying sound Jisung had ever heard. "Awwww," Chan cooed, tilting his head like he was observing a particularly fascinating creature. "Look at the little pill bug here. He's curling up. So cute~"

Jisung's face burned so hot he was sure he was going to combust. "I'm not a pill bug!" he whined, his voice cracking embarrassingly high. He tried to pull his knees up higher, tried to tuck his chin down, tried to disappear into himself.

Minho just laughed again, utterly unbothered. "He says this," Minho announced to the phone, which he'd propped up against a pillow so the camera had a perfect view, "but watch Chan-hyung get the tummy."

"No," Jisung gasped, his eyes darting to the phone screen where hundreds of comments were flying by. "No. Not in front of the fans. Chan hyung. Chan. CHAN.—"

Chan's fingers found his stomach.

"CHAHAHAHAHAHAN!!"

The giggle that exploded out of Jisung was helpless and immediate, his whole body jerking as Chan's long fingers spidered across his sensitive belly. His knees tried to slam shut, tried to protect him, but Minho was already there, already holding him, and there was no escape. 

"NAHAHAHAH!! YOU CAHAHAHAHAN'T!!"

Both Chan and Minho ignored his protests.

And Minho was already narrating, his voice smooth and clinical like a nature documentary. "Here we observe the pill bug in its natural habitat," Minho said, completely deadpan, watching Chan as his fingers wiggled mercilessly against Jisung's quivering tummy. "Its favorite habitat, as we can see."

Jisung wailed, a sound caught between laughter and despair and utter embarrassment.

"Being tickled half to death," Minho continued, nodding sagely. "Notice the defensive curling response. Classic pill bug behavior. He's trying to protect his vulnerable underbelly. But alas..."

Chan casually dips a finger into Jisung's belly button.

Jisung lets out a howl of laughter, tears streaming down his cheeks, his body writhing between them. His knees were still trying to curl, but Minho's weight kept him flat, kept him exposed, and there was nothing he could do but laugh and laugh and laugh.

"NOHOHOHHOHOO!! Dohohohohon't sahAHAHAY THAHAHT!!"

"The pill bug is experiencing peak distress," Minho narrated, his voice warm with barely concealed affection. "He's very red. Very loud. Very cute. The predators are fascinated."

Chan snorted, his own laughter shaking his shoulders. "Fascinated," He echoed, grinning down at Jisung's wrecked, tear-streaked face.

Jisung could barely form words anymore. His laughter had gone breathless. "I HAHAHAHTE YOU BOHOHOTH!!"

The chat was exploding with heart emojis and the excited suggestions of the fans.

"Get the hips?" Minho read out loud. "Why, what a good idea!"

Jisung squeals. "NO!! Nohohot thehehe HHIHIHIHIHIPS!!"

But Chan didn't wait. Of course he didn't wait. His thumbs dug into the sensitive hollows of Jisung's hip bones, pressing and vibrating in quick, merciless circles, and Jisung lost it. His whole body arched off the bed, a fresh shriek tearing out of his throat.

Minho's hand joins in at the ribs, vibrating thumb buried deep in the space between his bottom two ribs.

His legs kicked wildly, heels drumming against the mattress, but he couldn't escape. He couldn't move. Chan's weight was solid on his thighs, pinning him down, and Minho's hand was still at his ribs, vibrating into the spaces between each bone like they were playing some sort of cruel instrument.

Jisung swears he is not going to live another day. But he loves it anyway.

Jisung's head thrashed from side to side, his grin stretching so wide it hurt. Tears were absolutely streaming down his temples now, disappearing into his sweaty hairline. His laughter had gone completely silent between the shrieks.

Minho cooed, and his voice was dripping with mock sympathy. "Awww. Look at him." He tilted his head, watching Jisung squirm like a fish on a line. "The pill bug is absolutely thrashing. Look at those little legs go."

Jisung's legs were going. Kicking, scrabbling, trying to find purchase on anything that would give him leverage. But Chan's weight was on his waist, and Minho's weight was on his arms, and there was nowhere to go.

"I CAHAHAHAHN'T!! STOHOHOP TEHEHEASING MEHEHE!!"

"The pill bug," Minho continued, his voice sliding into that smooth nature-documentary cadence again, "stands no chance against the predators' strategies. The predators have identified the most vulnerable spots. The hip area. The rib cage. Very sensitive. Very ticklish."

"SHUHUHUHUT UP YOU MEHEHEHEANIE!!" Jisung screams. "I'hihim nohot even ticklihihish!"

That seemed to do it for a second. Both Chan and Minho paused.

"You're not ticklish?" Minho asked again, grin widening in amusement. "Should I test that out?"

Jisung whined. "No, please don't."

"Please don't what?"

"...Please don't tickle me."

Minho reached up to squeeze his hand, giving him a knowing look. At Jisung's nod, he was back.

Minho grinned, and took Chan's place. Chan clambered to tackle Jisung's arms down again. Minho made an amused expression. "Reallyyy?" He drew the word out, and his free hand came up, fingers crawling up Jisung's side like little spiders. "The pill bug isn't ticklish?"

Jisung clamped his lips together so hard his jaw ached. His whole body tensed, and the giggles started bubbling up in his chest, trapped behind his sealed lips. "N-Noho."

His shoulders hunched, his hips twitched, his legs kicked weakly against the bed. But he was determined. He would not break. He would not—

Minho's fingers wiggled against his ribs, light and teasing. "Is the little pill bug holding in his giggles~?" He cooed, his voice dripping with fake sympathy. "Is the pill bug feeling all the tickles?"

Jisung shook his head frantically, his breath coming out in sharp, strained little exhales through his nose. His face was so red. His whole body was trembling with the effort of keeping quiet.

Minho tilted his head, pretending to study him. "Who's the most ticklish pill bug, hm?" He mused, his fingers still dancing lazily across Jisung's ribs. "Is it you?"

Jisung shook his head again, a desperate, jerky motion. His lips were twitching, fighting so hard to stay together. A tiny, helpless giggle slipped out, and he slammed his lips shut again immediately.

Minho's eyes sparkled. "Really?" He frowned, pretending to be confused. "But I could've sworn you were..."

And his hands dove into Jisung's armpits.

"GAHAHAHAHAH!! MINHOOOO!!"

"What? Don't act like you didn't ask for this~"

"WHA—?! PFF—SHUHUHUHUT UP!! NO I DIHIHIDN'T!!"

"Mhm~" Both Chan and Minho chorused.

After another ten minutes of tickling a poor Jisung stupid, he finally started to wear out, going limp and giggly.

"Awww," Minho cooed, finally letting up a but, tilting his head as he observed Jisung's squirming form. "Look at the little pill bug. He's so sensitive today. Did the predators wear him out?"

"WEAR ME OUT??! YOU FUHUHUCKING TORTURED ME!!"

Minho shrugged. "Potato, patahto."

And then, "Don't be mean to the species predator. Or next time I will blow raspberries into your tummy until you cry."

Chan lets Jisung go. "C'mon, bug. Don't be rude. Say hi to the fans."

Jisung's blush is nuclear. "Hi guys. Forget that ever happened."

"Oh come on. We all know you lik—"

And the live cuts out as Jisung frantically slams the end button.

happy 3 year anniversary to me!!

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As soon as Chan entered the dorm, he dropped his stuff. “Innieeeeeee~”

Jeongin paused, his stuff already set down as he had entered first. Without looking behind him, he answered, “Channie, no.”

Chan giggled, “Channie yessss~” He quickly closed the distance and wrapped his arms around Innie from behind.

Jeongin struggled in his arms, trying to get out. “Hyung. Cut it out-“ He was cut off as Bangchan dragged him onto the couch. “Hey!”

“Cuuuuute~” Chan snuggled into him, hugging him tighter. He’s been like this all day.

“Channie. You’ve been like this all day.” Jeongin stated in a strained voice

“You said you liked me the moooooost!” Chan sang, slightly rocking Innie.

“Hyung, I was sedated. It means nothing.” Jeongin rolled his eyes.

“LIES! You even called me reliableeeeee~” He snuggled his head into Jeongin’s neck. Jeongin flinched from the sensation, Chan’s spiky hair tickling the nape of his neck.

Chan smirked. “Well…if you won’t admit it…”

That tone.

Jeongin’s eyes widened, “Chan.”

“I guess I’ll have to tickle it out of you!”

No. Jeongin HAD to get out of there.

He started crawling at the couch, trying to get from under Bangchan before-

He felt clawing against his sides.

“PFT- CHAHAHAN-!” Jeongin immediately burst out laughing, his body collapsing on the couch.

“Admit it~” Chan teased, continuing to claw at I.N’s sides.

“NOHO WAHAY-!” Jeongin retorted.

“Fine then.” He switched it up his technique, squeezing at the younger’s obliques instead.

Jeongin tried rolling away, perhaps off the couch, but Chan was lying across his back. There was no way out.

“AHAHAHAHA-! HYUHUNG-“ Jeongin shoved his face into a couch pillow, muffling his laughter.

Chan pouted at the sight, wanting to hear his maknae’s giggles. He sat up, straddling I.N’s thighs before flipping him over, facing him up.

Jeongin panted, making the most of what he knew to be a short break. Chan looked at his face, pausing to appreciate the moment.

Jeongin’s face was flushed, pink from being worked up from squirming, but also from the embarrassment of the situation. His hair was slightly messy from the thrashing.

He was SO cute.

Channie beamed, “You’re so cuuuuuuute~” At this point, it was less about teasing and more about Bangchan cheesing over his maknae.

Jeongin whined, throwing his head back, “Yes, yes, now let me goooooo!”

Chan tutted and shook his head, “Nope.” He simply said, pulling up Jeongin’s shirt.

As soon as the cold air hit Jeongin’s skin, his hands instinctively flew to pull it back down.

He blinked.

“Oh yeah I have hands.” He thought out loud.

Bangchan shrugged, “It’s not gonna stop me!” He said, knowing he was stronger. He lifted I.N’s shirt again, immediately digging into the younger’s sides again.

Jeongin’s hands flew from his shirt to the older’s wrists, weakly pushing against them. “NOHOHO! YOU AHASS!” His eyes squeezed shut.

“You don’t mean that!” Chan stuck his tongue out, moving up to his ribs. He wiggled his thumbs onto the very last rib, knowing it was a sensitive spot.

Jeongin arched his back, his head thrown back in laughter. “NAHAHA! NOHO- NO NOHOT THERE AHAHAH-!”

Chan shook his head, wiggling his fingers quicker. “Hm, no. I think I’ll stay here.” Jeongin twisted side to side, trying to escape the maddening sensations. But alas, it was inevitable. Everywhere he squirmed, it was like Chan’s hands were waiting for him.

“You know, this looks pretty bad. Wish there was a way for you to stop it…” Chan acted solemn, as if he was a doctor giving up on finding a cure. “Wait a minute…THERE IS!”

“OHOH SCREHEW OHOFF!” Jeongin shouted, still managing to throw insults in this state.

“Screw off?? Oh no.” Chan moved grabbed I.N’s hands and quickly put them above his head before immediately digging his fingers into the younger’s armpits.

Jeongin’s arms immediately slammed back down to his sides. “WAHAHAHA- WAHAHAIT-! I- IM SOHORRY!” He shook his head left and right, the tingles infiltrating his mind.

Chan’s fingers continued to dig deep into I.N’s armpits, wiggling as much as they could. It was sensory hell. Every single wiggle was signal sent to every nerve in his body.

It was hell on the inside, but oh was he so cute on the outside. His smile, brighter than sun, radiated more than ever. His eyes, closed like that? It was like he hadn’t a care in the world.

Chan slowed, but kept it up enough to keep I.N laughing.

Jeongin couldn’t see, his eyes were squeezed together from laughing. And quite frankly? He was too embarrassed to even to even THINK about how Chan was looking at him right now.

How Chan was looking at him right now? In absolute awe. How could one person be this cute? Such a mess but so cute. Cute in such a charm no one else had. He could explode.

Before he could stop himself—

PBBTTT

A raspberry RIGHT in the middle of Jeongin’s stomach. A raspberry for his baby.

“AHAHAHAHAHA CHAHAHA- YOU- IHI- AHAHAHAH-!” He was lost in laughter. Every word fading into a cackle. It was like the raspberry was a symbiote of tingles, the ticklish feeling from his stomach to his whole body.

He looked I.N, the image filling his heart. He grabbed his hips, keeping I.N still as he planted another one on his bellybutton.

“NOHOHOAHAHAHAHA-!” Jeongin cackled.

Chan didn’t just stop there, he kept planting raspberries. Left side, Right side, Ribs, Hips (I.N loved HATED that one), over and over. Just to hear that laugh. Over and over.

Soon enough, Jeongin broke, “OHOKAY OKAY YOU’RE MY FAVORITE- PLEHEHEHAAHAHAHAH-!” He started pushing at Chan’s head, his hands still too weak to pry him off.

Chan lifted his head, finally relenting. “Seeeee~? I knew it!”

Jeongin panted, “Hyung…I hate you.”

“Not true~!” Channie sang, cuddling up against the younger again.

“…Not true.”

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@itzsana-kiddingmenow for u

Done!!!

Wow. I’ve never done a simple and sweet one.

The practice room was humid, the mirrors fogged up from hours of relentless choreography. The members of Stray Kids were scattered across the floor, gasping for air and draining water bottles.

Lee Know was sprawled out near the back wall, his shirt slightly damp and riding up just enough to show a sliver of his waist. He looked exhausted but content, his eyes closed as he tried to regulate his breathing.

Bang Chan, however, was still buzzing with energy.

He was leaning against the barre, watching his members with a fond, slightly wicked glint in his eyes. His gaze settled on Minho. He remembered a specific moment during the last tour—a stray hand during a costume change that had sent Minho leaping three feet into the air.

"Minho-ya," Chan called out, his voice dropping into that low, teasing tone that always signaled trouble.

Minho didn't open his eyes. "If you're going to tell me to do the bridge again, I'm going to bite you, Channie-hyung."

"No bridge," Chan said, walking over slowly. He sat down next to Minho, far too close for comfort. "I was just thinking about how much you’ve improved your core stability lately. You’re like a rock."

Minho finally opened one eye, suspicious. "Thank you? Why do I feel like there’s a 'but' coming?"

"No 'but'," Chan smiled, his dimples popping. "I just wonder... if that core stability holds up when you're caught off guard."

Before Minho could process the threat, Chan’s hand darted out. He didn't grab; he just gave a quick, firm squeeze to Minho’s hip bone.

Minho’s entire body jolted as if he’d been hit by a live wire. A high, sharp yelp escaped his throat—a sound he would normally never allow anyone to hear.

"Get away!" Minho hissed, scrambling back a few inches, his face instantly flushing a bright, defensive pink. "Don't touch the hips. You know the rules."

"Rules?" Chan laughed, crawling forward on his hands and knees, looming over the younger boy. "I don't remember agreeing to any rules regarding your very, very reactive hips."

Fast forward to two hours later at the dorm. Minho thought he was safe. He was settled into the corner of the sofa, a book in his hand, looking every bit the untouchable "Cat-Le Know."

Chan emerged from the kitchen, drying his hands on a towel. He spotted his target. He didn't say a word. He just walked over and sat on the coffee table directly in front of Minho.

"Hyung, I'm reading," Minho said, not looking up. But his hands were trembling slightly against the pages of the book. He could feel Chan’s eyes on his sides.

"Ohhh! Someone's jumpy," said Chan

"Hyung-ahhhh I'm notttt"

"You're holding the book upside down, Minho-ya," Chan pointed out.

Minho looked down. The book was right-side up. "Liar."

"You're nervous," Chan teased. He reached out and began to walk his fingers along the cushion of the sofa, slowly approaching Minho’s waist.

Step. Step. Step.

"Don't. Channie, I'm serious. I'll kick. I'll actually kick you into next week," Minho warned, but his voice was already starting to tilt into a giggle. The mere sight of Chan’s fingers creeping toward him was making his stomach flip.

"I'm a fast healer," Chan said. He pounced.

Chan’s hands landed squarely on Minho’s sides, right in the deep, sensitive dips between his ribs and his hips. He began a soft, rhythmic kneading motion, his fingers digging in just enough to be maddening.

Minho let out a loud, bubbly peal of laughter, dropping the book and curling into a ball.

"WAAAAAH! CHANNIE! NOHOHOHO! STOP THAHAHAHHAAHAAT! IT'S TOO MUCH! GAAAAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA!"

"I thought you were a rock, Minho!" Chan laughed, his own voice bright and joyful. He shifted his grip, using his thumbs to perform fast, circular pokes right along the side-seams of Minho's hoodie.

" PLEAAHAHAHAHHAHA! NOHOHOHOHOHOHOO! I'M GONNAHAHAHHA EXPIREEHAHAHAHAHA!"

Minho was thrashing, his legs kicking out, but Chan was too strong to be pushed off.  Lee Know, who had wrecked every member that week, was now a helpless, giggling mess, his head thrown back against the sofa cushions, his eyes wet with tears of laughter.

"NOHO-NOHO-NOHO!  CHANNIE, PLEHEHEASE! I'LL BE GOOD! I'LL DO THE BRIDGE TEN TIMES! JUST STOP TICKLIHIHING MEHEHEHEHEHE!"

Chan knew he had reached the limit of the sides, so he moved his hands down to the hips. He knew Minho guarded this area like it was a state secret.

"CHAN HYUNG. DON'T. YOU. DARE."

"Ohhohooho I dare..."

He clamped his hands onto the tops of Minho's hip bones and began a fast, vibrating motion with his fingers, moving them in rapid, unpredictable patterns.

The reaction was catastrophic. Minho shrieked—a raw, high-pitched sound of pure hysteria. He bucked his hips upward, trying to dislodge Chan’s hands, but the movement only made the sensation more intense.

"WAHAHAHAH! NO! NOHOHOHO! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHRE PLEAAAHAHAHA! CHANNIE! THAT'S ILLEGAL! WAAAAAH! I'M GONNA... I'M GONNA DIE! NOHO-NOHO-NOHO!"

Minho’s laughter was continuous now, a series of breathless, rhythmic wheezes. He was shaking so hard the entire sofa was vibrating. He reached out, his hands grasping at Chan’s wrists, trying to pull them away, but Chan just used the leverage to dig in even more playfully.

"You're so sensitive here!" Chan teased, using his fingernails to give a light, fluttery scratch right in the crease of the hip.

"WHAHAHAHATEVEHEHHEER! JUHAHAHAST LET MEHEHEHEHE GOHOHOHOOHHOOOO PLEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Finally, Chan pulled his hands away, raising them in the air to show he was finished. He was panting slightly himself from the effort of the "battle."

Minho lay across the sofa, a total wreck. His hair was a bird's nest, his face was a brilliant shade of crimson, and his eyes were sparkling with leftover tears. He was letting out tiny, involuntary "giggle-hiccups" every time he took a deep breath.

"You... you're a monster," Minho panted, his voice hoarse from shrieking.

Chan just reached over and smoothed down Minho’s messy hair, his expression turning soft and fond. "You're cute when you're not trying to be scary, Minho-ya."

Minho groaned and swiped at Chan’s hand, but he didn't move away. He stayed there, slowly recovering his breath, a small, tired smile playing on his lips.

"Don't... don't tell the kids," Minho whispered.

Chan winked. "My lips are sealed. But if you're mean to me tomorrow...."

Chan sighed, not angrily, he knew Minho was doing that on purpose but he could never get mad at him.

"I swear if you do one more thing, you'll regret it~" he pointed at him, staring at him and then returning to work on his computer.

Lino just rolled his eyes playfully, he knew he was about to try Chan's patience, and that was just what he wanted.

He waited a few minutes and then traced down his spine, making him arch his back.

"Ah!" He squeaked "Okay, that's enough" He said, closing his laptop and putting it on a corner of the couch

"ohhhh~ should I be scared?" Minho joked.

"Oh Minho... You should~" Chan pulled him into his lap, grapping His arms around his waist, keeping him in place

"Gotcha"

"Hey! Let gooooo~!" Whined playfully, kicking the air and struggling in Chan's arms trying to escape his grasp.

"Nuh-uh~ you're trapped with me now, You little troublemaker" Chan said in a honeyed voice, before sliding his fingers up Minho's sides.

A small pressure with his fingertips was enough for Minho to react immediately, arching with a high-pitched squeal.

"No- Chan! Don't. You. dare." He warned, trying even more to wiggle away, his laughter bubbling in his throat

"What? I'm not doing anything," he feigns innocence, wiggling his fingertips on Minho's right ribs, making him squeal and wriggle to the opposite side, and a cute giggle escaping his lips

"dohohont! Hyuhuhuhung~!" He grabbed Chan's hands trying to move them away from his ribs but the tickling weakened him

"So cute~ so so so cute" he cooed, leaning down and blowing a raspberry on the back of the kitty's neck.

"Eeek! Get away, Gehehet awahahahay!" His head tilted back in an attempt to cover his neck, also shrugging his shoulders; the sensations turning him into a puddle of giggles and squeals.

Chan watched him tenderly, his favorite part of tickling Minho was seeing how that cold personality that the kitten always had melted away and he could see Lino's playful and cute personality, he loved seeing how he melted in his arms and simply accept the tickles. He knew that deep down Minho wanted this.

"Get away~? But I'm just getting started" he said in a teasing voice, the one that made Minho's skin crawl and feel butterflies in anticipation.

His fingers moved down to his waist, thumbs digging in right where his ribs ended, kneading the skin against his bones

Minho's laughter turned high-pitched, squeaking and begging Chan to stop.

His fingers slowly trail down Minho's sides, pausing just above his hips

Minho tensed, quickly begging, "Chan hyung no-" but his words were cut off when the elder's fingers gently but tickly kneaded his hip, eliciting a loud squeal of laughter.

"No what?" Chan chuckled as Minho automatically became hysterical as soon as he touched his hips.

"Nononono Nahahahat there-ahahahAHAHA!" Chan's fingers danced along the hem of Minho's pants.

"Owww here~?" He cooed innocently "It's bad here isn't it~?" He leaned to whisper in Minho's ear, His fingers continuing their attack, squeezing and kneading the skin just above his hipbone, making him kick his legs and laugh loudly.

"CHAHAHAHAHAN-HYUHUHUHUNG, PLEHEHEHEASE, AHHH PLEASE NOT-NAHAHAHHA" He was a mess, Chan's legs intertwined above his lap not allowing him to escape, Chan wasn't even holding him tightly, but he was so weak from the sensations that he couldn't get away, and another part of him didn't want to escape.

"Is baby Lee Know losing it already~? Hm?" The elder's fingers suddenly dug beneath the waistband of Minho's pants, gently squeezing the bare skin of his hip.

Minho howled with laughter "NAHAHAHAHA- THAT'S SO BAHAHAHAHAD, I CAHAHAHAN'T" He arched his back slightly, his head falling back against Chan's shoulder and hiding his face in his neck

Minho writhed, unable to escape, kicking his legs in the air, his laughter becoming erratic and broken

"CHAHAHAHAN, PLEHEHEHEASE!, STAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIT’S TOHOHO MUHUHUCH!"

"It tickles a lot, doesn't it~?" He teased in a low voice, pressing slow and ticklish circles with his thumbs, it was so overwhelming

Just when Chan's thumbs pressed circles against his hips was when Minho fell into a silent laugh, his body shaking slightly as he just squirmed

Chan stopped Immediately, wrapping his arms protectively around the kitten, feeling Minho's chest rise and fall, he smiled as he watched him snuggle into his arms.

He was totally adorable; his hair was disheveled and his cheeks were flushed, his expression was the cutest possible, even with a smile, but a sleepy, tired smile after all, with his eyes half-closed...

"Are you tired of bothering me now?" He cooed

Minho just nodded with a small sleepy chuckle.

"I'd love to hold you in my arms for the rest of the night but I have to keep working on this, kitty" he said as he made him get up from his lap

"Meanie" Min joked, rubbing his eyes with a yawn and sitting on the other side of the couch next to the elder

"Hyung...I really don't want to do this!" Seungmin whines but neatens a stack of unfolded clothes that were tossed messily on the floor, nonetheless, bringing them back to a colour coded pile from red all the way to purple.

"We both agreed we'd think clearer with a neater room, no? So quit ya whining, as cute as you are." Chan sighs from the other side of Seungmin's room, jogging a stack of guitar scores that were spread wide across the wooden table. Originally, Chan had agreed to spend his afternoon with Seungmin after being quietly yet firmly invited to give feedback about a song he was working on. Seeing that his calendar was about as empty as it could be, he wondered: 'Why not?'

That was about one of the worst mistakes of his week so far.

Seungmin's room, despite his usual likeliness to Chan about keeping their rooms clean, was in absolute ruins. Fresh laundry began to mountain on his bed, crumpled music ideas made their home on his floor, and the ones that did make it covered the surface of his work desk. His guitar was most likely the only thing that remained pristine, cleaned and polished to perfection through hours of Seungmin's practice.

Astounded by the mess, Chan, of course, demanded that the space be cleared up, both for their minds and the room alike. Although Seungmin was reluctant, or hellbent on rejecting, he was eventually on board after Chan's nth grumble about a score being out of place.

"Whatever- we should've gone to your dorm then if you complained so much- hehehey!" Seungmin snaps back but instead bursts into a steady stream of giggles and a soft squeal when fingers wiggle under his chin. He stumbles back slightly, nearly knocking over the pile of clothes on his bed. He shoots a half-hearted glare towards the culprit, who whistled a feigned innocent tune.

"Dunno bout that, puppy boy. Think your room could use the cleaning..." Chan hums, fetching a wet wipe to clean the surface of the table. He winced at the dust that coated the corners, the summer dirt really showed under the sunlight, making the grey specks shine like little stars against the wood.

"No, it doesn't. Not that desperately anyway...stohohop that!" Seungmin barks when he feels a hand slip towards his stomach when he reaches out to clean his stationary, curling back into himself with another helpless set of giggles. When he finally manages to compose himself, he sees the leader back to cleaning, and that's what really set him off.

"You think you're so funny, don't you? Whenever I'm cleaning you- bahahastard!" Before Seungmin could storm over, hand gripping a pencil meant for murder, Chan tackles him back onto the soft sheets, painfully aware not to disturb the rainbow heap of clothes beside the duo. He was playful but knew better than to ruin someone's hard work.

"I'm not doing anything, let's just have a break from all the cleaning hm~?" Chan teases, keeping his voice purposefully sappier to annoy Seungmin even more. He reaches a hand to scribble at the side of his neck, smiling when he feels Seungmin's shoulders scrunch with a strained noise emitting from him.

"Yohohou! S-Stohohohop that right now!" Seungmin demands, but it falls flat when giggles begin slipping from his lips, his eyes beginning to instinctively squeeze shut from mirth. His head shook, pushing at the leader's hand to no avail. It was squished between his chin and shoulder, something he could practically smell that he was going to be teased about.

"Then just move your chin! Or do you like the chin scratches? Want some belly rubs too?" The leader coos, trailing his other hand down to claw at the taut stomach that was unintentionally stretched out after Seungmin was tossed unceremoniously onto his own bed. Surprised but not shocked at the addition, and the added insult to the injury, the vocalist lets out another strained shriek but doesn't hold back his laughter this time.

"Bahahahastard! I cahahahan't!" Seungmin squeals, a red hue beginning to tinge his cheeks. As much as he loathed to admit it, Chan was probably, if not the best at pushing Seungmin to his absolute limits, knowing exactly which buttons to push to extract the right reaction from him. And of course, being the observant leader he was, Chan let out a cheeky bark of laughter noticing his blush.

"Yea you can! I'm not even going that hard! You really are just a puppy, aren't you?" And contrary to his words, he begins to travel his fingers to the right side of Seungmin's stomach, before vibrating on the spot, his other hand fluttering over his neck.

"NOHOHO! QUIHIHIT IT!" The difference between the tender and sudden harsher sensations on his upper body were immediately overwhelming, making Seungmin toss back his head with a loud shriek that echoed through the room. Very quickly, he dissolved into helpless cackles, pushing, thrashing, and shoving at the leader's hands. Anything he could to get away from those dreaded fingers on the side of his goddamn stomach.

"That really got to you, huh? The sides of your stomach that sensitive?" Chan questions with the calmest tone he can muster, trying his utter best not to giggle in-between seeing how red faced the vocalist was under him.

"SHUHUHUT UP!" Seungmin screamed, and it was at that point the leader took it as a sign it was time to wrap it up. His fingers slowed to a gradual stop, reducing the tickles to just featherlight tracing on his stomach with a single hand, the other handing him a bottle of water from his nightstand. It was no shocker he still had that many bottles anyway.

"See? A puppy." Chan says confidently, like he had won a competition, an imaginary competition completely made up in his head is what Seungmin would call it.

"I...am going to kill you for that stunt." Seungmin heaves, gulping down the water and begrudgingly accepting the tight embrace that Chan holds him in after, dragging them both down onto the pillow for a much-needed rest. Spring cleaning and tickling did take up energy after all.

Chan:

-AUGHHH CHANNIEE

-softest, sweetest ler out there

-...unless you REALLY provoke him

-in which case TEASES for DAYS

-but not just any teases

-COMPLIMENTS

-"Awh, don't hide your pretty smile from me!" "Was that a giggle? Cmoooon, don't stop! It was so cute~" "You look so adorable when you blush like this~"

-likes to be gentle and drag out the tickles instead of going for the death spots

-but he CAN, and he WILL if he has to

Mini scenario / promt: 

Chan walked in to the dorms after returning from the studio, immediately seeing their youngest member on the couch, scrolling on his phone. He smiled, a mischievous idea quickly making itself known.

He walked over to where the younger boy was sat, sitting down next to him. Jeongin looked up to greet him, but his words were cut of by a squeal as Chan wrapped his arms around his waist, his fingers gently prodding and kneading at his sides.

"Hey hyu- hyuhuhuhung nohOHO! WAHAhait!" He giggled, squeaking as the eldest pulled him to sit in his lap, before leaning forward to nuzzle his face against the younger's nape.

"Why, Innie? Hyung wants to see you smile~"

The dorm was filled with happy laughter for the rest of the afternoon, and if Felix snapped a couple of pictures when he poked his head out of his room to see the commotion, then...well. No one would have to know.

~~~

Minho:

-THE MOST RUTHLESS LER IN THE GROUP

-always goes for death spots straight away (unless you're Felix or Hannie, in which case he sometimes opts for softer tickles (if they want them))

-absolutely EVIL teases

-"Oh, did that tickle?" "I can't believe you're sensitive here, it's so random." "Can you really not keep your arms up?"

-uses tickles as "punishment" (but it doesn't really work since all the kids love it) ((it's kind of positive reinforcement at this point))

-he might be a mean ler, but he takes aftercare very very seriously

-he will cuddle his victim to their heart's content and feed them lots of snacks and water after

Mini scenario / promt:

Okay. This was getting ridiculous.

They'd done this dance a thousand times before. Now, don't get him wrong, he was completely fine with any of the members making mistakes, no matter how often they practiced a move. It was only natural. But this was so, so easy, and the culprit was doing this on PURPOSE. Every time Hyunjin messed up this one turn, he would giggle, smirk at Minho through the mirror, and they would have to run through it again.

And god, was Minho losing his patience.

When it happened for the seventh time, he finally paused the music. Hyunjin at least has the decency to look a little sheepish, mumbling a little "oopsie?" as he rubbed the back of his neck. Minho sighed.

"Alright, everyone out. I think I need to give Jinnie some...one on one practice." He said, not even glancing over at the others as Chan ushered them out of the practice room, and purposefully ignoring the "oooohs" that the younger members let out.

When the door closed with a soft click, he cracked his knuckles, striding forward and gently pushing the ferret to lay down on the couch. The taller dancer was already giggling nervously, as if this wasn't exactly what he wanted.

"Wait- wait, hyuhung, I'm sohorry-" He stammered. Minho smirked, flexing his fingers and chuckling quietly when the younger flinched with a quiet squeak. Cute. He hadn't even started yet.

"Oh, you're sorry? Are you, Jinnie?" He taunted, latching his hands on to the dancer's ribs and scratching. Hyunjin immediately squealed, his back arching off the couch as loud giggles filled the practice room. Minho clawed at the backs of the bones, drilling his thumbs into his lower ribs in a way that made his victim howl.

Let's just say that when they finally made it out to the cars where everyone else was waiting, he had a very flushed and giggly Hyunjin in tow. He settled into the front seat with a content sigh, listening to Hannie teasing his victim the entire way home.

~~~

Changbin:

-can be either the softest ler ever or SUPER ROUGH

-he loves using his strength to pin down his victims

-doesn't tease that much because he gets flustered by HIS OWN TEASES (WHAT A CUTIE)

-doesn't always go for death spots unless he's really wrecking someone

-TICKLY KISSES. TICKLY. KISSES. AUGHHH

-more of a Lee than a Ler but is often a switch

Mini scenario / prompt:

It had been a long day of practicing, and Felix's back was acting up again, so Changbin had offered to give him a massage.

The lights were dim, and Felix was practically melting into the mattress as Binnie gently but firmly kneaded his tense muscles, the massage oil making his skin warm and soft.

However Changbin, noticing that the younger was getting sleepy, started to gently pinch at Felix's hips, resulting in the sleepiest giggles and little kicks against the mattress.

"H-Hyung! Stahahap!"

Changbin just chuckled, scribbling at the dip of his waist.

"Not until you feel better, Lix."

~~~

Hyunjin:

-AHH JINNIEEE

-most definitely a switch

-I feel like he would get his nails done and use them to torment the other members

-like imagine him with one of the maknae line laying over his lap, while he traced around their bellybutton or scribbled at their sides?

-"I just got my nails done~ do you like them?"

-DIABOLICAL

-or maybe while cuddling he would just lightly start to draw patterns on someone's back or trace up and down their spine

-OMG THE TINGLESSS I CAN'T

-I feel like he prefers the softer tickles and would tease his lee into a flustered mess

-he would purposely compliment their laugh and make them all cute and blushy

-TOOLS 

-can you tell i love ler hyunjin??

Mini scenario / prompt:

Hyunjin had just gotten his nails done. Long, slightly pointed, in a lovely cherry red colour. However, Seungmin was being a brat - luckily the ferret knew exactly how to fix that.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are~ I'm gonna find you, puppy..." He cooed, walking around the dorm. As he looked for the second youngest, he tapped and dragged his nails along every available surface, knowing that the mere sound would make someone squirm.

He walked into Chan's room, immediately seeing the closet door slightly ajar. He smirked. Bingo.

"Oh? I guess he's not in here..." He drawled, walking past the closet and tapping his nails on the door.

"Gotcha!" He exclaimed, yanking the door open and dragging the boy out by his ankles. Before Minnie could even protest, he was already giggling, hitting Hyunjin's back as the elder scribbled at his socked soles.

"Gah! Nohoho- yohohou jeheheherk! Stahahahap!" He squealed, settling for just wrapping his arms around the taller boy from behind and muffling a squeal into his shoulder when he scribbled under his toes.

Let's just say that the other members steered clear from Hyunjin for the rest of the afternoon, and he took great pleasure in teasingly wiggling his fingers at anyone who passed by.

As if they weren't all going to ask him to use his nails on them at some point in the next few days anyway.

~~~

Jisung:

-mostly a lee tbh

-but when he's a ler...

-"Oh? Here? Riiiiight...there? Oh, yes, that's a good spot, huh? You can't even speak!"

-RASPBERRIES. HDNDNJKANNSNAMSNXB

-goes for rougher tickles to weaken his lee enough to pin them properly before actually wrecking them

-gets flustered by his own teases sometimes and occasionally (all the time actually) purposefully let's his victim get their revenge...just because he gives HIMSELF a lee mood from tickling someone else

-AUGHH MY BABYYY

Mini scenario / prompt:

Han was fed up.

Chan had been teasing him all day. Poking his sides during their break, scribbling at the back of his neck when he got into the car, meeting his eyes in the mirror and wiggling his fingers at him during dance practice...he'd had enough.

In fact, he wasn't even in a lee mood any more. Instead, he was going to give Chan a taste of his own medicine.

He found the leader in the studio that evening. No one else, just them. Chan smirked, watching the quokka close the door and immediately sit down on his lap.

"Oh? Hi baby...what are you doing he-EHEHERE?" He was cut of by a squeal as Hannie's fingers found his upper ribs, knuckling deep into the sensitive bones.

"Hi, Hyung. Nothing much, just...getting some payback." Jisung said casually, moving his hands up and digging his thumbs into the hollows under the elder's arms.

Chan went ballistic.

"NOHO- AHAHAHA, WAHAHAHAIT! PLEHEHEASE!"

The studio was filled with music for quite a while after that...and not songs or beats.

~~~

Felix:

-CHEER. UP. TICKLES.

-if any of the members are feeling down, Felix WILL tickle them

-"C'mon, don't be sad! See, there's that pretty smile we all love...hey, no, don't hide it again!"

-Switches between soft and rough tickles depending on the situation and lee

-more of a lee purely because the others tickle him all the time, but would actually be an amazing evil ler

-the other members would definitely ask him to tickle them AUGHH MY HEART

Mini scenario / prompt:

It was almost completely dark when Felix woke up to someone crawling into his bed. Now, this was quite a normal occurrence at the dorm, but it was usually at a more reasonable time than...2 am?!

A glance down and seeing those familiar boba eyes, now glassy with tears, was all he needed to know who it is. But the real question is what made his sunshine twin so sad?

"Hannie? What's the matter, baby?" He mumbled, his voice deeper than usual from sleep. He brought a hand up to card through Jisung's hair, frowning at the quiet sniffles from the other boy.

"L-Lix? Are my cheeks ugly?" The quokka whispered, a fresh lot of tears gathering in this eyes.

"What? Sungie, no, why would you think that?" The younger whispered back, cupping his face in his hands.

"They make me look gross...I don't like them." He mumbled, curling up into Felix's side. The blonde frowned, pulling him closer.

"That's not true, baby." He murmured. At the head shake he got in response, he sighed, wrapping his arms fully around the other boy.

"Do I have to convince you? Fine." He muttered with faux annoyance, quickly digging all ten fingertips into Han's soft sides and vibrating them. Jisung shrieked.

"Wha- wahahahaHAIT, NOHOhoho!" He squealed, muffling his laughter with one hand while the other weakly batted at Felix's shoulder.

Felix cooed, kissing his forehead, then his nose, then his cheeks. He finally stopped tickling him, instead nuzzling his face against his hair.

"You're perfect, Sungie. Now, it's time to sleep."

~~~

Seungmin:

-never really has the chance to be a ler, but when he is?

-EVILLLLL

-uses teases just as much as actual tickles

-ALWAYS GOES FOR DEATH SPOTS OMG

-"...seriously? That tickles?" "How are you so red right now?"

-TOOLS.

-Aims to tire out his lee, lest they immediately get him back - they always do anyway which he lovesHATES

Mini scenario / prompt:

Changbin really should have suspected that something was up when Seungmin crawled into his bed that evening. Poor, naive Binnie.

They both settled down for bed, Minnie tucked tightly to the older boy's chest. He was so comfortable that he almost forgot his original plan. Almost.

Just as Changbin's breathing started to even out, signifying sleep, Seungmin struck. His fingers crept up the rapper's back, settling at the base of his neck. Slowly, gently, he started to wiggle his fingers against the soft skin, his blunt nails scratching ever so lightly. This earned him a round of sleepy, muffled giggles, as Binnie scrunched his shoulders but didn't move away too much.

Cute.

Seungmin nuzzled his face into his hyung's neck, blowing little raspberries into the crook between his neck and shoulder. Binnie's giggles got louder, but he still didn't push the puppy away. He had been so stressed recently, and this soft affection was...really nice.

"Just sleep, Hyung." Seungmin mumbled. And within minutes, he did just that.

No nightmares would plague him tonight.

~~~

Jeongin:

-MOST DEFINITELY A LEE

-doesn't really tickle people because it just guarantees a wrecking for him later

-however...

-on the rare occasions where he DOES initiate a tickle fight, he will play DIRTY

-aka bully one of the other members into pinning his lee down while he tortures them (they love it though so...is it really torture?)

-rough rough rough tickles but soft enough to not tire the lee out immediately

-"Really? You put your arms down again? I guess we have to restart, then."

Mini scenario / prompt:

Minho had been bothering him all day. He clearly wanted attention, and unfortunately, no one else was home.

Fine. He wants attention? He'll give him attention.

"Innie~ Iyen-ah... Aegiya-"

Minho was cut off by a yelp, as he was pushed to lay down on the couch. He was about to protest, but instead of stern words, giggles poured out of his lips instead.

"Wahahahait-"

"Why, Hyung? You've been asking for this all day." Jeongin said, his fingers pinching quickly at the tops of the older boy's thighs. He scritched at the inner part, earning a cackle and a choked gasp. 

"I'd say...one poke for every minute you spent annoying me? You've been doing it for at least three hours now...oh well, I guess we'd better start if you don't want the other to walk in on this! One...two...three..."

"NOHOHOHO WAHAHAHAIT-"