#ler han

He had seen terrible things online. People calling him a "burden," saying he had "no talent," and that the group would be "better without him." Jeongin foolishly believed them. He felt like he was taking up space that someone better deserved. He was too scared to tell his Hyungs because he didn't want to be more of a burden.

But Bang Chan saw everything. He accidentally found Jeongin’s notebook where the boy had written down the hateful comments, trying to process the pain. Chan didn't wait. He showed the notebook to the other six members.

"He thinks he's a burden," Chan whispered, his voice shaking with protectiveness. "He thinks we don't care. We need to break this sadness right now. We need to show him he belongs here."

Minho nodded, his eyes sharp. "Talk won't work on him. We know that. He’s stuck in his head. We need a reset. We need to make him laugh until he can't remember those words."

Jeongin was sitting on the living room sofa, staring at a blank wall, eyes teary. Suddenly, the door opened and all seven of his Hyungs walked in. They didn't look angry; they looked determined.

"Jeongin-ah," Chan said, sitting next to him. "We know why you're sad. We know about the hate."

Jeongin froze. He felt ashamed. Tears started falling out of his eyes. "Hyung, I'm sorry. I'll work harder. I'll stay out of the way—"

"Noo, Stop," Changbin said, stepping forward. "You aren't a burden. You are our cute baby brother. And since you won't believe our words, we're going to use a different language."

Jeongin saw the mischievous glints in their eyes. He knew that look. "Wait... no... Hyungs, please! I'm fine! Don't!"

"Get him!" Seungmin yelled.

The room exploded into chaos. Every member had a specific job to make sure Jeongin couldn't escape the love—and the tickles.

Chan and Changbin grabbed Jeongin’s shoulders and waist, poking his sides and squeezing his thighs, every now and then. They were the strongest, and they gently pinned him down against the soft cushions. Jeongin was trapped. He was lying on his back, looking up at six laughing attackers.

Hyunjin moved first. He reached for Jeongin’s sides and ribs. He didn't use pokes; he used a wide, fast, chaotic scribbling motion with all ten fingers. "WAAAAAH! NOHOHOHOHAHAHAHA! HYUNJIN! STOP! HYUNGAAAHAHAHAHA!" Jeongin shrieked, his body jolting. His first real laugh in weeks broke through the silence of the dorm.

Han targeted the tummy. He used light, swirling motions around Jeongin’s belly button. It was a soft, maddening touch. "GAAAAH! NOHO-NOHO! PLEAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I CAN'T BREATHE! I'M SAHAHAARYYY! STOHOHOHOHP!" Jeongin was thrashing his legs, but he was held too firmly.

Seungmin went for the upper ribs. He used the "counting" method, digging his fingers into each individual crevice. "ONE! TWO! THREE!" Seungmin teased. "NOHOHOHO! SEUNGMIN! NOHOHOHOO MOHOREEE! I'M S-S-TALENTED! I PROMISE! STOP THAHAHAHAAA-!" Jeongin wailed, his face turning bright red.

Felix sat at the end of the sofa and pulled off Jeongin’s socks. He used his long, sharp fingernails to trace lines up and down Jeongin’s soles. "THE FEET! WAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA! YOU GUYSS AHAHAHRE SOHOHO EVIHIHHIL!  NOHOHOHO! LET GOHOHOHOHO!" Jeongin’s scream-laughs were high-pitched and continuous. He was shaking from head to toe.

Finally, Minho moved in for the finishing blow. He lifted Jeongin’s arms and targeted the armpits with a slow, heavy, deep digging motion. "This is for believing fake-stay strangers on the internet over your Hyungs," Lee Know whispered playfully. "WAAAAAH! MINHO HYUNG! I SURRENDER! I'M NOT A BURDEN! I'M NOT! JUST STO-HO-HO-OP! HAHAHAHAHAAAA! PLEAHAHAHAHA! IT TICKLES TOO MUHAHAHAHA- *silent laughter*"

The attack lasted for seven long minutes. The members swapped spots, ensuring every sensitive inch of Jeongin's body was targeted. The room was filled with the loudest, most hysterical laughter Jeongin had ever produced. 

The tickles had slowed down now. But Jeongin being a ticklish maknae, couldn't stop laughing.

"OKAYYY OKAAAHAHAHAH! I CAN'T ANYMAHAHAHAHAAA-!"

"You won't ever doubt yourself again?" Han asked.

"I WON'T! I WON'T DOHOHOHO IT NOHOHOHO MOHOOHORE!"

"You won't hide anything from us?" Said Seungmin, scribbling his ribs.

"NEHEEEVER AGAINHAHAHAHAA! I PROHOHOHOHOMISE!"

"Say it!" Changbin commanded, laughing along with the others. "Say: I am the best maknae!"

"I'M THE BEHEHEHEHEST MAHAKNAE! I'M NOT A BUHURDEN! NOHOHO! PLEHEHEASE! I CAHAHAHAN'T!"

Finally, Chan signaled everyone to stop. All the hands pulled away at once.

Jeongin lay on the sofa, a complete wreck. His hair was messy, his clothes were wrinkled, and his face was soaked with tears of laughter. 

But the sadness was gone. The toxic thoughts had been scrubbed away by the chaos.

The members didn't leave. They all piled onto the sofa, creating a massive, warm group hug.

"Don't ever read those comments again," Chan said, kissing the top of Jeongin's head. "If you do, we're doing twenty minutes next time."

Jeongin sniffled, hugging Chan back tightly. "I'm sorry, Hyungs. I love you."

"We love you more," the members said together. Jeongin finally felt at home again.

Seungmin only beamed wider, golden-retriever energy dialed up to eleven. He leaned over the seat, poking Chan in the shoulder. "Aren't I the best rapper in the group, hyung? Watch out, Changbin hyung. I'm coming for your job."

Changbin rubbed his temple, already exhausted. “Seungmin-ah…”

By the time they reached the dorm, the others had exchanged enough pointed glances to form a plan. Seungmin was still floating on his sugar-rush cloud, kicking off his shoes with a flourish and announcing, “I’m gonna go take a victory shower. Try not to miss me too much, losers~”

He barely made it two steps down the hallway before strong hands grabbed him from behind.

“Wha—hey!”

Chan’s voice was calm but firm, the leader tone activated. “Nope. Not tonight, puppy.”

Seungmin yelped as he was lifted clean off his feet—Changbin and Hyunjin doing the heavy lifting while Minho and Felix herded him toward the living room like a misbehaving puppy being dragged to timeout. He squirmed, whining breathlessly, still riding the high. “Yah! Put me down! This is kidnapping! I’ll sue you for endangerment!!”

"No can do, Seungmo," Felix chuckles. "Brat tax is due."

They dumped him onto the wide sectional couch in a tangle of limbs. Before he could scramble up, the others piled on. Chan pinned his shoulders.

Changbin locked down his waist and one leg. Hyunjin caught his other leg and an arm. Felix and Jeongin each took a wrist, spreading his arms wide above his head. Minho straddled his thighs with that dangerous cat-like smirk, knees pressing just enough to keep him immobile.

Seungmin’s eyes went wide, the laughter dying in his throat as he realized just how thoroughly trapped he was. The couch creaked under their combined weight. He tugged experimentally—nothing. Not even an inch. His heart started hammering for an entirely different reason now.

Oh god. Ohgodohgodohgod.

Seungmin tried his hardest not to blush. It's been a quick second since he was wrecked thoroughly, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't miss it.

Fingers hovered. Ten. Twenty. More. Wiggling menacingly just above his tummy, his ribs, his sides, his hips. The air itself seemed to vibrate with impending doom. God, he was so fucking screwed. There was no way he'd make it out of this alive.

Seungmin’s golden retriever confidence evaporated in a single heartbeat. His body tensed like a live wire, already twitching in anticipation before anything even touched him. He whined, breathless, trying to squeeze his eyes shut but somehow still stare through a slit in his eyelids.

Minho’s voice was low, dangerous, and way too amused. “You’ve been a brat all night, puppy. Time for some humbling.”

And then they struck.

Fingers dug in everywhere at once.

Seungmin’s reaction was instantaneous and nuclear.

“GUYS!!” He squealed, the word ripping out of him in a high-pitched wail as seven sets of fingers scribbled and poked and spidered across his stomach. “GUHUHUHUHUHUYS!!”

His body jackknifed violently under the weight pinning him, but he couldn’t move an inch. Jeongin, the maknae who had clearly been taking notes from his hyungs, zeroed in on the belly button itself.

One finger dipped in, swirling slow and deep, while the other three danced around the rim in feather-light scratches that made Seungmin’s entire torso jolt like he’d been shocked.

The fact that they'd gone for a death spot right at the beginning sent all the thoughts of freedom scattering from Seungmin's mind in an instant.

"Plehehehehease!! FUCK IHIHIM SOHOHOHORRYYYYY!!"

"Are you realllyyy sorry?"

"YEHEHEHES!! IHILL STAY QUIHIET!! Fohohor a WEHEHEHEHEEK! A MONTH!! FOREHEHEVER!!"

Hyunjin laughed brightly, squeezing his thighs just above the knees for good measure. “Forever? We both know that’s a lie, Minnie-yah. You can’t stay quiet for five minutes.”

The thigh squeezes added a whole new layer of chaos—Seungmin’s legs jerked violently, but he couldn’t dislodge the two who had him trapped.

"Gosh, you're so dramatic, Minnie~" Minho teased, watching the poor boy flop around helplessly beneath him. He hummed as he slid his hands over to the sides, happily clawing over them with no remorse, then scratching as if he wasn't clinically taking Seungmin apart bit by bit. "Ohhhhh, someone's got ticklish sides~"

"STOHOHOHOP TEHEHEHEASING YOU BAHAHASTARD!!" Seungmin howled. He was flushed down to his neck at the stupid teases. He hated how much they got to him.

Minho laughs. "Don't lie, puppy, you love my teases~"

The others were cooing. God, how embarrassing. Seungmin knew his face was practically merlot at this point. His stomach was doing flip-flops, and he was trying so hard not to melt into the floor.

Seungmin's laughter had calmed down up until Jisung decided to go for the kill while seated on his thighs. "Oooooh, how about here?" He brings both thumbs up to the hips and digs in with no preamble.

Seungmin shrieked. "NOHOHOHOH NOT THEHEHEHEHERE!!"

"Oh, someone didn't like that one, did you Minnie?" Jisung laughed, pressing deeper, coaxing more and more frantic giggles from the poor boy.

Then they all switched tactics simulataneously.

Seungmin was completely losing his mind.

His body flopped and twisted violently on the wide green room couch like a fish yanked out of water, hips bucking, back arching, legs kicking in futile little spasms under the crushing weight of Hyunjin and Felix pinning his thighs down.

Every inch of his torso was under siege by what felt like seventy merciless nails, ten pairs of wicked, wiggling fingers that refused to give him even a single second of mercy.

Minho’s sharp nails dragged slowly, deliberately up and down the center of his tummy in long, torturous stripes, occasionally dipping into his belly button with a quick swirl that made Seungmin’s soul leave his body. Felix’s fingers spidered chaotically across the upper belly and lower ribs, light and fast and impossible to predict.

"Tummy rubs!!" Jeongin announced, like Seungmin was actually his dog, scribbling haphazardously over the older's exposed tummy.

"JEONGIN IHI'LL KIHIHILL YOUHUHUHHU!!" Seungmin squealed.

Hyunjin retorted to that. "Hey! No threatening the maknae!!" And digs his thumbs into the puppy's ribs in retaliation.

"It'll all stop once you apologize for being such a cocky bitch." Minho snarked at him.

"OKHAHAHAY!! OKAY!! IHIHIM SOHOHOHOHOHOHORRYY!! IHIHIM SOHOHORRY PLEHEHEHEASE!! LEEHEHEHET UHUHUHP!!" Poor Seung begged.

They finally started slowing down after what felt like an eternity to Seungmin—fingers easing into soft, lingering traces that still drew out bubbly, exhausted giggles.

Chan ruffled his damp hair gently. “Learned your lesson, golden boy?”

"Yehes...yes...noho mohohore bratting ohohoff..." Seungmin panted into his bicep.

"That'll teach you to be more humble." And the whole dorm was laughing again.

dw guys ill update this fic tomorrow BAHAHAHA

Bounce Bounce

“Wow…these clouds are so bouncy!”

Our Hyui was in dream land.

He felt a bit tired after practicing, but he couldn’t go home until a while later, so he decided to take a nap.

Han Jisung had just finished recording a demo, collecting his stuff. He had time to spare so he decided to interact with the other idols.

“Oh-! Yuna!” He spotted the maknae and lightly jogged over to her. “Hey, how are you!”

“Oh! I just finished practicing! Uh, keep in mind, Hyui is sleeping in practice room 3, third floor!” Yuna warned, she always took care of her juniors.

Han Jisung did too, but he’s a bit mischievous, we know this. Which is why he quickly made his way to the third floor.

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Hyui laid in one of the clouds. “Soooo sooooft…” He ran his fingers through the cloud, watching as Hyumori chased a running walnut.

He closed his eyes, enjoying the calm setting.

“Hyui-yaaaaa~”

Hyui opened his eyes… “What was that..? Who’s calling my name?”

He looked around, nobody…

“Hyui-chaaaan~”

“Huh!?”

Hyui slowly stirred awake.

“Huh….?”

“Hyui!”

Right in front of him. THE Han Jisung.

Now let me tell you something. If Han Jisung has a number one fan, it’s Hyui. If Han Jisung has only one fan, it’s Hyui. If Han Jisung has no fans, Hyui is dead.

Hyui loves Han Jisung THAT MUCH.

He even has a photocard that he keeps in the back of his phone case and he carries with him 24/7.

So seeing him face to face just waking up from a nap?

“AHHH-!” Hyui fell from the small couch, hitting the floor with a small thud.

“Ah- Hyui-ya! Are you okay?” Han scrambled to help Hyui up, stifling some giggles.

Hyui quickly bowed, apologising. “Oh my gosh- I’m so sorry- seriously!”

Han laughed it off, “No, no it’s okay! It’s my fault, I wanted to mess with you!”

Hyui slightly blushed, awkwardly laughing. Hyui put his head down, slowly shifting. He didn’t really know what to do. Oh curse his awkwardness!

Han seemed to notice the younger’s worry. He wanted to lighten the mood.

“Hyui~! Don’t pout~!” Han made it seem like he was going to poke Hyui’s cheek, but he quickly rerouted his finger to flutter against Hyui’s neck.

A small giggle left Hyui’s lips as he lifted his shoulder to his neck, trying to block Han’s fingers. “Wahait- Hahan-ssi-!”

“Ahhh, drop the honorifics!” Han pulled his fingers away.

“S-so…can I call you hyung…?” Hyui cautiously asked.

“No that’s absolutely forbidden.” Han suddenly said harshly. Hyui froze. “Just joking! Call me Hyung-ah! Hyung is too formal!”

Hyui awkwardly laughed again, “O-okay….hyung-ah…”

Han’s eyes brightened. Hyui was just too cute! But he could tell that he still felt a bit awkward.

He quickly wrapped his arm around Hyui, squeezing his shoulder. “Hey, how about you come over to my dorm? I was about to go bother Channie-hyung anyways!”

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“Hyuuuungiieeeeee!” Han burst into the dorm. Chan was at the kitchen counter nursing some tea.

“Oh, hey Ji! Oh- Hyui, welcome!” Chan smiled at the blonde.

Hyui nodded softly, “Hello..!” He felt a bit out of place. Han, not wanting him to feel uncomfortable, dragged him over to the couch.

“Come on! Sit sit!” He pulled Hyui to sit next to him. He wrapped his arms around his waist, hugging him tight.

“Hey, I’m gonna be in my room! Just call me if you need anything!” Chan said, retreating back to his room. Now it’s just left with our two hamsters.

Hyui didn’t really know what to do with himself, not wanting to over step a boundary. “Uh, would it be okay if I used the bathroom…?”

Han perked up and nodded, “Of course, do whatever you want! It’s round the corner.”

Hyui quickly got up and navigated to the bathroom. As soon as he entered the bathroom he locked the door, leaning against it.

“Christ…”

See, what you don’t know is: Hyui has been harbouring a lee mood ever since Han had tickled his neck.

But what was he supposed to do? He couldn’t just suddenly leave!

He had…to deal with it.

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“Does he know he doesn’t have to deal with it?” Jisung thought, looking at the closed bathroom door.

Jisung knew Hyui was in a lee mood. Coincidentally, they show the same signs of being in a lee mood. He wanted Hyui to ask, he was more than happy enough to grant it.

Maybe…he could coax it out of him?

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“I gotta keep it inside…I can’t let this out…”

He looked at himself in the mirror.

“You got this, Hyui!” He pointed at himself. Sighing, he exited the restroom, returning to the couch.

Han looked up, “Oh! You’re back!” His face lit up again.

Hyui nodded, sitting on basically the edge of the couch.

Han sighed, “Stop being so courteous! I’m your hyung now! Let’s be casual!” He pulled Hyui close again, sliding an arm around his waist. Hyui slightly squirmed at the touch.

His face reddened. The lee mood was getting worse. What was he supposed to do? Every move Han made put in deeper in the mood. He honestly had no choice…

“Han- Ah- H-Hyung-ah…” Hyui shyly called.

Jisung immediately perked up, “Yes?”

He gulped, “I…have a question…”

Jisung honestly prayed that it was what he thought it was. “Ask away, Hyui,” He smiled reassuringly.

Hyui looked down a bit, not believing that he was about to ask this, “Can you…And only if you’re okay with it and it’s finewithyouandyoudonthaveaproblem-“

“Hyui just ask-“

“Canyoutickleme?”

Jisung paused, he expected it, but…

He didn’t expect him to look so cute! Now he needed to act on this.

“Tickle you? Of course! No problem,” Han readjusted to face Hyui. “Lay down~”

Hyui couldn’t believe it. This was really happening. He was about to get tickled by his ult bias. (We all wish to be in his shoes).

He laid down, already bracing the tickles.

“I wonder how it’s gonna be like? Is he soft? Teasy? Wait, now I’m scared-”

A sudden weight on his thighs took him from his thoughts, “Any spots you want me to focus on?” Han asked while straddling him.

Hyui blushed, it was already hard enough to ask, but he didn’t have much pride left anyways. “Uhm…my ribs..?”

Han stared for a bit, his heart exploding from the younger’s cuteness. “Of course, anything for you!”

He started to softly trace over his ribs, “Tell me when to stop, Kay?” Hyui nodded, already softly giggling.

Han start to pick up the pace, skittering his fingers up and down Hyui’s ribs. “Tickle tickle~”

“Nohooo! Don’t say that!” Hyui slightly covered his face.

Han smirked, “Why? gasp Don’t tell me you’re one of those lees who can’t say tickle!” Hyui went a bit silent.

Han’s eyes widen, “You are! Oh my gosh you’re so cuuuuuute!” He teased, knowing damn well he could barely say it when he’s lee too.

Hyui covered his face, but his red ears gave away his flustered state, “Noho I’m nohot!”

“Yes you are! Say it!” Han started to dig into the divots between the ribs. Hyui’s giggles filled the room as he shook his head in defiance. “Alright, guess I have to tickle it out of you…”

Han started squeezing at Hyui’s sides, moving in an unpredictable pattern. “WahahAIT- AHAhahaha-! Hyuhung wahait Ihim sorry!” He brought his hands from his face to grab Han’s wrists, but didn’t make any effort to stop him.

Han noticed, but decided not to comment on it yet, “Just say you’re cute then!” He should his wrists free and moved Hyui’s hips, massaging at the bone.

Hyui arched his back at the tingling sensation intensifying. “NAHAHA- SNRK- NAHA- NOHO WAHAY!” His legs started to kick out, causing Han to tighten his grip.

“No escaping~! Just admit it! You’re a cutie~” Han continued massaging Hyui’s hips, noticing it was one of the more sensitive spots.

“NAHAHA- NOHOT THEHERE- I CAHANT TAKE IT ANYMORE-“

“Okay, I’ll move!” He lifted the younger’s shirt just enough to expose his belly.

Hyui’s eyes widened, “NONONONONO- p-please!”

Han tutted and shook his head, “You wanted a different spot!” He started clawing at Hyui’s stomach, basically playing it like a piano.

Hyui twisted, attempting to get away from the tickles, “NAHAHA- NOHO- HYUNG- HYUNG PLEASE-“

Han continued to tickle all over Hyui’s stomach, fluttering over his skin. “Just say you’re cute! Come on, cutie~!”

“NNG- OHOKAY OKAY- IM CUTE IM CUTE JUST NOT THEHERE-!”

“Somewhere else again? Okay!” Han started to approach Hyui’s armpits.

Hyui frantically shook his head, “NOHO NO NO- NOT THERE-!”

“What? It’s a different spot!” Han wiggled his fingers into Hyui’s armpits, rubbing back and forth.

Hyui threw his head back, glueing his arms to his sides. Unfortunately, instead of protecting his poor armpits, he ended up trapping Han’s fingers inside.

Han immediately knew what trick to pull. He wiggled his fingers faster, making the sensations unbearable. “AHAHA- HYUHUNG- WAHAIT- NAHAH GETOUTGETOUTGETOUT-!”

Han smirked, “Oh Hyui, I really wish I could! Unfortunately, I’m in quite the predicament where my hands are stuck! I can’t get them out Hyui!” He said with dramatic flair.

Hyui whined, “HYUHUNG!”

“What! They’re trapped! You have to let me out!” He pretended.

Hyui knew this was a losing battle. Cackling, he reluctantly lifted his arms.

Han immediately took the chance to double down on the tickling, digging his fingers a bit deeper.

Hyui threw his head back, cackling. “HYUHUHAHA- HYUNG PLEHEHEASE-!”

Jisung, glad to see the younger finally let loose, let up. “Alright, alright, I’ll spare you.” He pulled his fingers from under the younger’s arms and patted his stomach.

“Torturing our Junior?” A voice carried from across the room. Both Hyui and Han looked in the voices direction.

Chan, leaning against his doorframe, was smirking.

He pushed himself from the frame and started walking towards the couch.

He sighed, “Han, we’re supposed to be treating our juniors, not tickling them until they can’t breathe!”

Han, suddenly looking smaller, retaliated, “But Hyung! I- he- He literally asked for it! It’s not like I was actually torturing him I was basically treating him with tickles!” He said with fake frustration.

Chan turned to Hyui, sighing, “You know your hyung isn’t invincible right? How about I show you his weakness?”

Before Jisung could comprehend Chan’s words, he was tackled off of the couch. With the weight on the thighs lifted, Hyui sat up hurriedly.

He looked to the floor to see Jisung in the position he was just in, this time under Chan.

“W-wait Channie- please! Whahat did I even doho!” Jisung pleaded, already giggling.

“Nothing, I just feel like showing our Hyui that you’re not as invincible as you think. Can’t have your ego too big now, can we?” Chan looked over at Hyui and patted the spot next to him on the floor. “Over here, Hyui!”

Hyui perked up and quickly scrambled to sit next to him.

“Now Hyui, If you wanna get him slow, start with his neck. He’s super sensitive there and it’s an easy spot to be light on.” With that said, he started fluttering his fingers at the base of Han’s neck.

“Noho- thihis ihis embarrassing!” Han covered his face, just as Hyui did earlier.

Chan ignoring his words, continued tickling his neck. “If you feel like being teasy, get his ribs. There’s a million teases you can do!”

He started rubbing at each rib, “Counting…” He switched tapping his fingers all over his ribs, “You can act like you’re playing the piano,” He started strumming, “Or the guitar!”

Han’s face grew redder and redder with each tease. He tried so hard to look cool in front of Hyui, but of course Chan had to get in the way.

But when he looked at Hyui for a split second:

Nothing but admiration.

Even when Han was a giggling mess, Hyui couldn’t throw away the fact that this was the guy he had looked up to for years.

“Last but not least Hyui, if you wanna get him quickly,” Chan tapped Han’s bellybutton, causing him to jerk. “Riiiiight here!”

“Waitwaitwait channie-hyung PLEASE! You can’t! Not there!”

Chan slipped his finger in, wiggling into the small divot, “Yes there!”

Han threw his head back, arching his spine, “NOHOHOHO- hic AHAHAHAHAHA-!” His legs kicked behind Channie’s back.

“Wow…he’s so cute!” Hyui commented.

“Right? Now you know how to wreck a Hannie!” Chan said, letting up.

Han went limp on the floor, panting. “Evil monster. Just evil. Straight public humiliation.”

“Oh shush, ‘Peter’, you’re being dramatic. Hyui, you want some ramyeon?”

Hyui nodded, getting up from the floor along with Chan.

Han got up, “I want some tooooooo! We can watch a movie!”

“Sounds fun! Turn on the Tv!”

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Hyui entered his group’s dorm, practically skipping in. Everyone turned to face him.

“Where were you?” Asked Tomoya.

Hyui grinned cheekily, “Guess!”

“Uh-“

Hyui didn’t let him finish, “I was with Chan and Han!”

Everyone went insane.

“NO WAY NO WAY! NAH TELL US ALL THE DETAILS!” Yu yelled out.

Everyone rushed to him and shook him.

Would he even be able to tell them what went down?

“I mean… I was just on the 3rd floor sleeping…”

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END!

This honestly feels like one of my best endings

I also really liked the transition techniques I used

I was listening to Le Tigre the whole time it was such a vibe 😫

Anyways

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.

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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-"

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“That’s not a thing.”

“Yes it is!” Chan yelled back at Han. Han was trying to prove his point that there is in fact a way to “turn your feelings off”… in a way.

“I saw it in a post about psychology!”

“Where, Twitter?” Han laughed.

Chan squeezed at Han’s side as Han scoot to the opposite side of the bed. They were in Chan’s room, and this debate had been going on for a while now.

“No, not Twitter smartass. It just said something about how surface level feelings can be, I don’t know, shut off somehow. It’s a real thing!”

“Mhm…” Han nodded in mock agreement.

“You don’t believe me”

“No.. no I don’t. But you can prove it to me”

“How?”

“Like this!” Han leaped onto Chan as he laughed at his sudden burst of energy.

“Whahat are you-?” Chan questioned before Han straddled his waist. Chan had already been laying faced down, so this wasn’t too difficult for Hannie to do. Although… he was wearing a pretty thick black hoodie, so he’d have to slip under that!

“Han, what are you doing.” Chan asked in genuine confusion.

“You’re stupid” Han laughed loudly at the clueless boy under him, “what did I literally just say you could do?”

“Prove to you that people can turn off their physical feelings..??” Chan said.

“Exactly! So… do it now!” Han said as he stuck his hands under the back of Chan’s hoodie and curled them around his ribs/sides.

“Hey hEY HEHEHAEY” Chan yelled, “AHA- WAHAHEheheyAIT!!”

“Go ahead, turn it off mr psychology”

“I CAHANT” Chan laughed out as Han tickled his way up and down the boys sides.

“Ahhhh I wonder why thahat is!” Han laughed along with a now screaming Chan, “Oh my GOHOD you’re loud!!”

“HEHEEHAHAAAELP I CAH- CAHAHA HAAHA” Chan laughed out with the occasional squeaks in between as Han attacked his weak spots, “PLEHEHEASE!!”

“You are a baby!”

“HEHEAHAAHHA” was Chan’s response.

Han just continued to scratch and wiggle his fingers all over his hyung’s sides, he was in the mood to be a brat and annoy him, but also to see him laugh. Plus, he was able to prove himself right at the same time. Win win situation for Hanji!

As Chan began to kick the bed and wiggle harder from side to side, Han realized he was about to get knocked off. Before becoming the next victim, he took his hands out Chan’s hoodie and ran out the door and away as fast as he could.

Chan curled up into a ball immediately and let his last giggles die out before taking some breaths. He knew he had to get that brat back somehow…