#mmm lore

"Seungmin… Seungmin!" The younger snaps his head at the repeated calling of his name, eyebrows furrowing as he tried to focus on the anime scenes that were playing on the bright television screen in front of him. Originally, the ace had invited the vocalist over to his room to binge watch an anime that Seungmin didn't even know the name of, but he had nothing to do around the dorms that could possibly be an excuse not to go, and so he went. However, the anime ended up being much more intriguing than the vocalist had expected it to be, eyes practically glued onto the screen while Jisung himself was struggling to keep his focus on the tv in front of them.

"What? Didn't you want to watch this anime?" Seungmin grumbled with no malice behind it, raising an eyebrow at how Han was fidgeting on the bed like a dog that hasn't been walked for days. Even if Jisung was the one who had suggested this entire plan to Seungmin, it felt as if the roles were swapped, the vocalist now being more interested in the show than the restless quokka was. Thinking nothing of it, the puppy turned his head around, eyes back on the screen and internally praying that he didn't miss anything important; even if he had a good grasp of Japanese, focusing on both Jisung and whatever the characters were saying was easier said than done.

"Um… but I'm bored! I'm really, really bored, and eager for some fun.." The way Jisung spoke made Seungmin gag in his throat, slowly turning around yet again to be face to face with Jisung and his wiggling eyebrows. What was actually going through this man's mind? Seungmin pondered, seeing how the elder was staring him down like he was his next meal, probably was going to be. As Han crawled ever so closer, the bed creaking with each little movement he made closer to the puppy, the vocalist prepared to at least put up a fight before going down, tensing up completely.

However, what happened next caught him completely off guard. Instead of tackling him to the bed and wrecking him to pieces like what Seungmin had imagined and conjured to a weirdly detailed degree in his head, the older simply laid his head onto Seungmin's lap, making his jaw drop slightly in surprise. Their hands were soon intertwined and placed onto the sides of Han's waist quietly. After a moment of awkward silence, simply staring into each other's souls while trying to predict what each other's next moves were, it dawned on Seungmin what Jisung was wanting all along. How could he have been this oblivious?!

"Seriously? You were this eager you made me come all the way here to tickle you? Why couldn't you have asked Felix, or Minho?" Seungmin wondered aloud, but nonetheless his fingers began their journey of digging into the ace's sides, pulling a squeal and the sweetest giggles began to tumble from his mouth. What the puppy had observed was how the quokka's face began to redden significantly despite his words not even meant to be for teasing, maybe he really was just that sensitive from all the anticipation today.

"Ahaha! I-It's embarrassing! Ahahand Minho is buhuhusy!" Jisung butts back, and Seungmin instantly catches onto how he only mentioned how Minho had a specific excuse to find Seungmin, and yet Felix had none. It wasn't a well-hidden fact that the members really enjoyed being tickled, just that some of them were more sensitive around the topic, while some were more open. And one of the prime examples were of course, the sunshine twins. So why would it ever be embarrassing to ask to be tickled by Felix of all people? Seungmin bit his inner cheek in wonder, fingers left to themselves to do whatever they pleased. And to no one's surprise, Jisung was soaking all the affection up, giggling like a child below the vocalist.

"Seuhuhuhungmin! Plehehease it tickles!" Jisung whined, squeaking when nails began to scrape over his stomach with no thought, sending him into another frenzy of giggles. Meanwhile, the younger just stared back with a blank stare, the slight furrow of his eyebrows hinting that he was trying to solve the mystery that probably no one knew yet. Oh well, at least he would have bragging rights when the group finds out eventually, about what he knows and figured out now. Leaning down, Seungmin whispered something into Jisung's ear, earning a loud shriek and incessant babbling before he threw his head back with laughter when the puppy's hands began to start up on his sides again, throwing him off.

"So I'm right hm? That's quite cute, Hyung-ah. So eager, yet so nervous, aren't you?" Seungmin snickered, feeling an almost sadistic sense of happiness from the reaction he was getting from the older. His face was a bright red, not even trying to hide it with his hands bunching the bedsheets into messy fists of fabric, twisting left and right when the vocalist's nails scraped along his waist with expertise and precision, and somehow still managing to focus on the anime. Somehow, Jisung had a craving for it to be rougher, the gentle sensations on his waist heightening his eagerness to be wrecked to no end. But he knew Seungmin wouldn't give him that satisfaction, no matter how much he begged.

"Lehehet up! Let up!" Doing as he was told, the ace took his time to catch his breath, looking at the completely unfamiliar scene of anime playing in front of him, making a self-reminder somewhere to rewatch everything in the middle of the night later. The puppy only stared with a knowing gaze, a hint of mischief behind him before the quokka playfully punched him in the back, alerting him that he was going to find Chan to completely fulfill his needs, getting a soft tutting before a tease that made Jisung completely turn around and pile himself atop Seungmin, fingers immediately digging into the sides of his belly, pulling a scream before breathless cackles emitted from the younger, filling the room with sounds of credits playing and laughter once more.

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