#soft ler

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(first fic ever, deal with this disaster pleaseㅠㅠ)

words: around 2.0K

Ler: Chan

Lee(s): Han, Minho

a/n: first fic ever, this idea came out of nowhere while watching skz codeㅠㅠ hope you'll enjoy it!

t/w: very very soft tickles, no teasing at all, comforting cuddles and words. Fic kinda long.

—!! This fic is tickling related. If that's not something you're comfortable with, or you're simply not into it, just scroll🤍 !!—

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The dorm was alive with the usual weekend background: the sound of breakfast dishes, laughter from the kitchen, faint music from someone’s phone. Everyone was up and active — everyone except two.

Bangchan pushed open the door to the last bedroom and found exactly what he expected — Han and Minho were still sound asleep, tangled together in a knot of limbs and blankets. Minho’s arm was hooked tightly around Han’s waist, Han’s legs wound around Minho’s, their bodies pressed against each other like they had no intention of moving anytime soon. Curled so close together it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began. Their heads tucked into each other’s shoulders.

“Of course…” Chan whispered with a smile. “You two never make it easy.”

He crouched beside the bed, laying a gentle hand on Han’s back, caressing up and down. “Hannie, Minho-ah. It’s morning. Time to wake up.”

Neither budged.

A small sigh, half amused. He brushed hair from Han’s face, then rubbed slow circles between Minho’s shoulder blades. “Come on, sleepyheads. Everyone’s waiting for you.”

Han stirred faintly, mumbling something into Minho’s shirt. Minho just groaned, his arms tightening around Han's waist.

Chan chuckled softly. “Ahh, so that’s how it is. You’re both refusing today, huh..”

He tried again, nudging Minho’s shoulder, then Han’s. “Rise and shine. You can hug later.”

But the two clung even tighter. Minho pulled Han closer, Han buried his face deeper, groaning softly in annoyance.

“Stubborn…” Chan murmured with affection.

He tried sliding a hand between them, only for Minho’s grip to tighten instantly, like iron. “Nope,” Chan whispered, laughing quietly. “Not happening, huh?”

Chan tries again, pulling gently at Han’s ankle, untangling one leg from Minho’s. The moment he freed it, Minho’s foot hooked around again, dragging Han back in with a quick yet gentle movement.

Chan exhaled, then smiled with the patience of someone used to this, cause damn...he can't even remember how many times this happened. He slipped a hand under Han’s side, scratching lightly at his ribs. Han twitched, a giggle slipping out against Minho’s chest.

“There you are,” Chan said, voice soft as a warm, cozy blanket.

Han squirmed faintly but didn’t pull away. Minho only tightened his grip again, half-asleep mumbling, “don't let go, stay with me…”

Chan nearly melted at that — they're so impossibly adorable. but he kept at it, now brushing softly along Minho’s back and shoulders. Minho twitched, shivering under the light touch, but instead of letting go, he buried his face deeper into Han’s neck.

“Come on, guys… don’t make me fight you this early in the morning,” he whispered with a fond laugh.

Carefully, Chan tried slipping a hand between them to loosen Minho’s grip. Immediately, Minho’s arm locked tighter, pulling Han flush against him.

“Oh wow,” Chan chuckled quietly. “Guard dog mode already.”

“You guys…” Chan shook his head, amused. “I see how it is. You’re not letting go without a fight. Alright, guess I’m doing this the hard way.”

Chan crouched and ran a fingertip across Minho’s shoulder. Instantly, Minho jerked with a strangled laugh. “N-nohohoho!!”

Han twitched too, letting out a breathy giggle as the touch spread over his back. “Hehehehh—whaaat…”

“Time to get up,” Chan said gently, fingers brushing over both of them.

“STAHAHAHAP!!” Minho broke into helpless laughter, curling tighter around Han. Goosebumps appeared all over his skin.

“Don’t let go,” Han whispered through little giggles, clinging back.

“I-I’m nohohot!!” Minho gasped.

They only squeezed each other more as Chan moved down to their sides and hips. Both erupted into louder laughter.

“Chahahahan nohoho!!”

“Waaait!! N-not faahahair!!”

“Still not letting go?” Chan asked softly, slipping his hands to their waists.

“NEHEHEHEVER!!” Han cried, burying his face in Minho’s shirt.

Then, Chan slid into Minho’s underarms.

“NONONONOHOHOHO!! GEHEHET OUT!!” Minho screamed, clamping his arms down tight...bad move. — he trapped Chan's fingers inside.

Chan chuckled. “You know this just makes it worse, right?”

“GEHEHEHET OUTTT!! GET OUT GET OUT GET OUUTTT!! HAHAHAHA!!” Minho shrieked, writhing but refusing to lift his arms... it'd be worse.

Beside him, Han was laughing so hard he hiccuped. “Minhooo, you’re killing yourself!”

“I CAHAHAN’T!!” Minho howled, goosebumps prickling everywhere. His arms lifted finally — and Chan dove straight back in.

“NOOOHOHOHO!!” he screamed, slamming them back down.

Over and over, the cycle repeated. Arms up, Chan’s fingers sneaking back in, arms down, Minho shrieking.

Han clung to him, trying to protect him

“Minhooo… hahahaha! You’re—doomed!!

“STAHAHAHAHAPP!! NO MOHOHORE!!” Minho wailed, thrashing in Han’s grip.

Han tried to cover Minho again, whispering through his own laughter and playful suffering, “Don’t let go, stay with me—ahh!—I’ll protect you, just hold on!”

“Y-YOU’RE NOT PROTEHEHEHECTING ANYONE!!” Minho screamed, but his face was buried in Han’s shoulder, his arms locked tight.

Then, another disaster—Minho pulled his arms back down.

“AAHAHAHAHA NONONOHOHOHO AGAIN!!” Minho squealed. “GEHEHEHEHET OUTTT!!”

Han giggled through his own gasps, shaking his head. “You just made it worse, idiot—ahhh!!”

Finally, Chan slid away, brushing Minho’s hair back. “Alright, breathe, breathe. It's okay.”

Minho snuggled into Han, chest heaving. “Meanie…”

But Chan wasn’t finished. He flipped the blanket up, grinning softly at their tangled legs....more specifically, their feet.

Both froze.

“…No,” Han whispered, shaking his head rapidly.

“ChahaHAHAHAN NOHOHOT THERE!!” Minho screeched, but the sheets had their ankles trapped.

Soft fingertips dragged down Minho’s arch. He convulsed instantly. “AAHAHAHAH!! N-NOHOHO PLEHEHEHEASE!!”

Then Chan switched to Han’s foot, feather-light. Han yelped, kicking, but couldn’t free himself. “CHAHAHAHAAHAN!! N-NO!! NOOHOHO!!”

“D-Don’t let gohoho, stahahay with mehehe!!” Minho gasped between laughs, clutching Han.

“I wohohon’t!! I'll stahahay!!” Han cried, laughter shaking his voice.

They shrieked and twisted, but every soft stroke brought waves of goosebumps and shivers.

“STAHAHAHAP!!”

“MY FEEHEHEHEEET!!”

“PLEHEHEHEASE!! NOHOHO MOHOHORE!!”

But still they refused to release each other, whispering through laughter:

“Hold on tight!!”

“don't let go, stay with me!!”

“I-I aahahahham!!”

Finally, Chan relented, tugging the blanket back over them and patting their heads. “Doesn’t matter what I try — you’re not letting go. Alright, sleep in then.”

He stood, giving them one last fond look before leaving the room. On the bed, Han and Minho finally let their laughter fade into tired little sighs, still holding each other as if nothing in the world could make them let go...and that was.

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The room was quiet again, except for their shaky breaths.

“…That was evil..” Minho finally groaned, muffled against Han’s shoulder, breaking the silence.

Han was still giggling under his breath. “It was… so bad. My feet still feel all tingly..”

“Mine too,” Minho muttered, shivering at the memory. “And my arms—ugh, the way he got my armpits—” He broke off with a full-body shudder, snuggling closer to Han.

Han giggled “You literally trapped him there like — ten times! He couldn’t even get his fingers out—”

“I panicked!!” Minho snapped, but his voice cracked with leftover laughter. “What else was I supposed to do??”

“You should’ve just kept your arms up!” Han suggested weakly.

“Oh, like that would’ve helped! He would’ve destroyed me worse—”

Han softened instantly as he noticed how Minho was still covered in goosebumps, rubbing his arm. “…You’re still shivery.”

“Goosebumps everywhere,” Minho muttered.

Han hugged him tighter, chin on his chest. “I’ve got you. Warm up here.”

They fell quiet for a bit, just breathing. Then Han whispered, “When he went for our feet… I thought I was gonna explode.”

Minho laughed hoarsely. “Same. I thought I’d kick the blanket off.”

“You almost kicked me,” Han pointed out with a chuckle.

“You were in the way,” Minho said, but without bite. Then he sighed. “Thanks for staying with me.”

“Always,” Han said softly.

Another pause. Then Minho admitted, “…It wasn’t all bad.”

Han blinked up at him. “What?”

“The way you held on,” Minho mumbled. “…Made it easier.”

Han’s chest warmed. He squeezed tighter. “You too. I don’t think I could’ve handled it alone.”

They exchanged a tired laugh, then melted into silence again, still tangled up. Neither showed any intention of letting go.

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“I just wanna go back to sleep and never wake up again...with you.” Minho muttered softly.

Before Han could answer, the door of their shared bedroom suddenly cracked open.

“Uh-oh,” said Chan’s voice, sneaking back inside, smiling fondly. He can't help but find them absolutely adorable together. “You two are still talking instead of getting up.”

Both froze.

“Channie—” Han started, but too late: Chan’s hand swooped right to Han’s side, scribbling gently, almost too softly.

“EHEHEHEHE!!” Han squealed instantly, kicking. “NOHOHOHO, NOT AGAHAHAIN!!”

Minho burst into laughter at his suffering. Not in a mean way, Han was just too cute and adorable while giggling.

Chan moved up toward his ribs and neck, feather-light. Han arched with helpless giggles. “STAHAHAHAP!! CHAHAHANNIE!!”

Minho could barely breathe from giggling at the sight, trying to protect him with his arms. “my poor Hannie…”

Until Chan’s hand darted across to Minho’s hip at the same time.

“NOOOHOHOHO!!” Minho yelped, jerking so hard he almost squished Han.

Both collapsed, holding onto each other tighter, legs flailing under the sheets.

“Channieee, plehehease!!” Han begged, voice cracking.

Chan chuckled, finally pulling back. “Okay, okay. That was the last one. You’re safe now.” He tucked the blanket over them again and stood. “But next time? Don’t make me come back three times.” he placed a small, soft peck over both their heads.

Then, the door closed again as Chan went back to the kitchen, where the rest of the members were still chatting with each other, some of them still having breakfast.

Han and Minho lay there panting, eyes wide, then turned to each other at once and burst into soft giggles.

“Oh my god,” Han wheezed, clutching Minho. “That was—chaos.”

“You were screaming louder than me" Minho pointed out softly, giggling

“I was NOT!” Han protested, cheeks red.

“You so were! When he touched your ribs—”

Han slapped his chest lightly, still giggling. “Shut uuup!”

They kept going, replaying moments between shaky laughs.

“You should’ve seen your face when he grabbed your foot—”

“You almost kicked me in the stomach!”

“You trapped his fingers and yelled ‘GET OUT GET OUT’ like he was a bug!”

“Well, it felt like a bug!!”

Eventually, the laughter died down into soft chuckles. The room was warm again, filled only with their breathing.

Han rested his forehead against Minho’s. “…It was bad. But it was better with you.”

Minho blinked at him, then exhaled slowly. “…Yeah. Holding on made it easier.”

“Even when it tickled too much?” Han asked gently.

“Especially then,” Minho admitted, voice soft. “If I’d been alone, I think I’d have lost it.”

Han’s chest squeezed. He hugged him tighter. “Me too. You made me brave.”

Minho gave a tired laugh. “Brave? We just clung to each other like idiots.”

“Yeah, but together,” Han whispered.

Minho was quiet for a moment, then unexpectedly hugged him back tighter. “…Don’t tell anyone.”

Han smiled into his chest. “Secret’s safe.”

They lay there a long time, just cuddling, whispering little things now and then.

“Still shivery?”

“…A bit.”

“Come closer.”

“…You’re warm.”

“You too.”

And neither of them, no matter how much Chan tried earlier, had any intention of letting go, as they both fell asleep again in each other's arms, sleeping comfortably.

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Tags: @itzsana-kiddingmenow

Imagine a cozy night in, watching horror movies and tangled in fluffy blankets. We cling to each other through the jump scares and as I hide my face in your chest, you just can’t help but sneak a toe up my sole to distract me. With a squeak from me and the evilest (cutest 🫠) laugh from you, in no time we’re wrestling warm, bare feet into a messy, tickly knot as we giggle away 🥰

Soon, you’ve had enough and pull yourself from the cocoon of snug blankets, grabbing at my ankles and locking them in your arms. 🙈 Now starts the real fun, as you trace soft, gentle fingertips from my heels to my toes and scribble back down my soles, again and again. And I can promise you, I will be melting, giggling up a storm as I bury my face into your back or side 🫠

And don’t think you aren’t getting away without some payback! Some teasing squeezes and airy scribbles to your side that will get you just as giggly cause man! How I love your laugh and smile! 😍

Uh oh! I’ve done it now! Pinned down by my wrists into the pillow, you nuzzle tickly kisses and nibbles into my neck as an expert, nimble hand delves into my side. Up and down my ribs you squeeze like your fingers belong in the spaces between the bones, before darting a thumb to massage that especially sensitive bone of the hip.

All I can do, all I want to do, is laugh away into the crook of your shoulder, warmer and cozier than the blankets ever were. 🥰Your teasing voice is like nectar drawing a bee into the flower, making me a puddle in your arms for you to tickle as long as you like! 🫠🙈

My love, you already know all the answers and I shouldn't give you the satisfaction of admitting them to you. 😝 But since I'm having fun responding to all the asks I'll respond to yours too, 😘 you bastard!! 😝❤️

💫: neck nibbles or nuzzles?

They are both very effective on my neck (as you already know 🖕🏻) but if I have to choose I'll say nibbles

🌈: raspberries or nibbles?