Did another request for lovely @lovely521 🦋🩷 thank you for sending very interesting plot for the fic, i enjoyed writing this🥰🫶🏻

Genre: tickle fic

Warnings: none

The living room table was an absolute disaster zone of creativity. Jacqueline leaned over her project, her tongue poking out slightly in concentration as she carefully applied a clear topcoat to her latest creation. It was a custom phone case, a dual-fandom masterpiece. One half was a sleek, stylized tribute to Stray Kids. The other half, however, was dedicated entirely to BTS.

Sitting right beside her on the floor, resting his chin on his hands, was Jimin. He had been quietly watching her work for the last twenty minutes, but when he saw the metallic silver BTS logo settle perfectly into place, his eyes crinkled into soft, crescent moons.

“Wah, look at that,” Jimin murmured, a proud smile spreading across his face. He nudged her shoulder gently. “I really like that choice. It looks perfect right there.”

Jacqueline looked up from her work, meeting his soft gaze. Seeing him so relaxed and completely off-guard sparked a sudden, mischievous idea in her mind. A cheeky grin tugged at the corners of her lips. She capped her pen, holding it like a tiny wand.

"Hold perfectly still, Jiminie," she said, her voice dropping into a soothing, innocent tone. "There's a bit of glitter on your shoulder. I'm just going to pet it off." Jimin, entirely trusting, blinked and stayed perfectly still. "Oh, okay-"

He didn't even get to finish his sentence. She pressed the hard, blunt plastic end of the pen directly into his sensitive side, poking him repeatedly. "Ah! Haha!” Jimin gasped, his entire body flinching violently to the side. He tried to twist away, but Jacqueline was already leaning in closer.

"Oops! Wow, my hand slipped," Jacqueline said with mock sincerity, her eyes dancing with amusement. She struck again, using the back of the pen to dig playful pokes right into his ribcage.

"Ahhaa! That's not slipping!" Jimin cried out, his voice squeaking as he tried to protect his sides with his elbows. Before he could properly mount a defense, Jacqueline abandoned the quick pokes. She carefully but swiftly slid the smooth plastic barrel of the pen right under his arm. She began to vibrate the pen rapidly against the highly sensitive skin of his armpit.

Jimin crumpled inward, his knees pulling up toward his chest as he dissolved into a fit of high-pitched giggles. He tried to raise his arms to block her, but the intense tickling sensation left him completely weak. His face turned a rosy pink, and he could barely draw enough breath to complain. He was completely trapped by his own laughter, unable to push her hands away.

Laughing delightedly at his helplessness, Jacqueline leaned over him, teasing. "What's the matter, Jimin? Is someone ticklish under the arm?" Jimin’s eyes snapped open, sparkling with a sudden, competitive fire. "Oh, you think this is funny?" Jimin wheezed, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

With a sudden burst of energy, Jimin lunged forward. His fingers wrapped around her wrist, easily snatching the pen right out of her grip. Jacqueline gasped, her eyes widening as she realized the tables had instantly turned.

"Wait, wait! Jimin, no!" she squealed, trying to scramble backward on the rug.

"Too late," Jimin chuckled darkly. He started by mimicking her, lightly stroking the smooth cap of the pen against her ribs to tease her, watching her squirm. But he quickly realized the pen was limiting his speed. He tossed the pen onto the table, where it clattered against the scissors, and brought his fingers in game.

He dove in, his fingers dancing expertly against her sides. Jacqueline shrieked, twisting frantically to escape the tickling. With a dramatic yelp, she lay down flat on her back.

"What a perfect position," he cheered, instantly taking advantage of her laying down like that, as he straddled her. "I'm not ticklish! I'm not ticklish at all, I swear!" Jacqueline lied loudly, her voice cracking as she tried to squirm away from him.

"Oh, really? Not sensitive at all?" Jimin scoffed playfully, hovering over her. "Well, as a scientist of tickling, I think I need to collect some evidence."

He started by poking his index fingers directly into her stomach. Jacqueline burst into a loud fit of laughter, her legs kicking uselessly against the floor. Jimin didn't stop there; his fingers curled, transitioning into a scribble across her stomach and hips.

"Stop! Plehahahahahse!" she wailed, tears of laughter pricking the corners of her eyes.

"Not until I check the worst spot," Jimin said, his fingers going upward. He dug his hands right under her arms, fluttering his fingers against the sensitive skin. Jacqueline went completely wild, shrieking and thrashing so violently that she managed to roll sideways, breaking his grip and scrambling frantically to her feet. She bolted, taking off in sprint around the living room coffee table.

"You can't run from me, Jacqueline!" Jimin shouted, laughing as he scrambled to his feet.

The coffee table was a small barrier, and Jacqueline tried to use tight corners to escape him. But Jimin was far too quick. He tracked her movements perfectly, cutting off her angle as they rounded the far side of the rug. Realizing she was trapped, Jacqueline made a desperate dive for the safety of the sofa, throwing herself onto the soft cushions.

It was exactly what Jimin wanted. Before she could even roll over to defend herself, Jimin tackled her into the cushions, pinning her safely beneath his weight again.

"Caught you," he gasped out, completely out of breath but grinning from ear to ear.

He launched into his final tickle attack. His hands went everywhere-scribbling fastly along her sides, squeezing her waist, and digging right back into her stomach. Jacqueline was completely at his mercy, her laughter echoing loudly in the living room. To seal his victory, Jimin reached all the way down, his fingers finding the arches of her bare feet and tickling them thoroughly.

Jacqueline writhed against the sofa cushions, completely defeated, unable to do anything but laugh until her stomach ached. Jimin only stopped when they were both completely exhausted, leaving them both tangled on the couch, smiling brightly amidst the absolute chaos of their craft day.