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soap143 · 2 months

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Hii omg I love your work so much!! Can I please request a lee Seungmin fic with lers Minho, Jeongin and Chan where Minnie is in like a really bad lee mood and he's acting extra mopey and bratty at dance practice or something and the 3 lers tickle him gently but then he asks them to wreck him so they do. Sorry lee Seungmin has been on my mind these past few days and you're my favourite author so I figured I'd ask hehe. You don't have to do this if you don't want to though!! I love you and have a great day💖💖💖

Sorry that I kept you waiting, anon😭 I can’t believe that I’m your favourite author…❤️❤️ This SUCH an amazing and cute idea, I just wanted to leave the best for last

(by any chance, are the same anon that requested a few other fics with lee!han? Because then you’re my fav anon🤗)

Happy reading!

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Too soft

lee!seungmin

lers!minho, chan, jeongin

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That morning, Seungmin had woken up as usual. It definetly didn’t seem like in just a couple hours he’d be experiencing the worst lee mood of his life.

What could’ve caused such immense torture, you may ask. Well, it was simple. The two biggest lers; Minho and Chan, decided to be extra mischevious and vegeful that day. They wrecked Jeongin so so badly in their morning practice, just because he wouldn’t get a certain move right. It was all playful, of course.

The puppy couldn’t help but feel jealous. He even tried messing up the dance which he had memorised like the back of his hand, but the oldest members of Stray Kids just patiently taught him the correct way, no tickling involved.

This messed up his temper, and he was sort of mad until lunch came. After having some delicious homemade food, his mood completely flipped. He went from mopey and sad to… Bratty and cheerful.

Even while they were washing the dishes, he wouldn’t stop annoying his hyungs.

“What’s up with you? You’ve been down all day long. Who flipped a switch in you?” Minho pondered, flicking his wet fingers at the younger “Yah! Can’t I just be happy? And do- UGH! Don’t flick at me!”.

Lee Know was too educated in the topic of tickling to not understand what was happening here. He watched as Seungmin approached every single member, proceedinv to tease and torment them. The view woke up the merciless ler in Minho…

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“Wait,you’re saying he wants to be tickled..?” the leader questioned, tilting his head “Yes. Didn’t you see how his eyes were burning with anger and enviousness when we punished I.N. this morning?” the bunny stated, wiggling his brows at the maknae.

“I don’t understand how he could be jealous of me. I almost died!” Innie whined, pushing the dancer away “Well, he does. And we must satify him. It’s our duty!” Lee Know announced, grabbing both of his bandmate’s arms and dragging them towards their future victim’s room.

All this happened while Minnie was sulking in his bedroom. Nothing helped with his unbearable mood, and he was slowly going insane. His miserable thoughts were disturbed when he saw 3 men walking into his living space.

“We’re here to help you. Just lay down with your arms up. You’ll save both of us some time.” the tickle master immediately got to the point “Whoa, what are talking about! I-I am not doing that!” Seungmin cursed himself for stumbling over his words.

“Save those flustered stutters for later. Chan, Innie, get him!” Lee Know instructed, launching himself along with the other lers towards the poor pup.

In no time, the second youngest was completely pinned and completely vulnerable in the hands of 3 merciless lers. He wasn’t complaining though. The process was immensely flustering and he was only making things more complicated by acting oblivious.

“What’s the plan here?” the puppy asked. Everyone’s head whipped towards said boy, giving him an “are you serious right now?” look.

“How much more obvious must we be?” the maknae groaned in fake frustration, rubbing his temples “Seriously, Min, I didn’t think you were that stupid!” the leader’s comment made the vocalist redden up and turn his face away from the members in embarassment.

“Let’s get started! I think we should be gentle at first. You know, to warm him up~” Lee Know definetly knew what he was doing, as he caringly placed his arms on the younger’s sides “How about you start taking your medicine, you old man!”

Jeongin gasped, already praying for the older “Ah, I see that you still, somehow, have enough energy to be bratty… Come on, guys! Let’s attack him with the softest tickles ever!” the cat lover announced, a knowing, filthy smirk smothered across his face.

The bunny started off said attack by gently tracing and squeezing the taller’s sides “Mihihihihinho nohohoho!” the mean ler’s smirk grew even larger. Seungmin knew what he was getting himself into with such lack of honorifics.

The oldest of the four was busy circling soft little circles on the singer’s armpits “Chahahahahahahahannie~ plehehehehease!” Minnie complained, bucking his hips and shaking his head side to side.

The youngest was the last to join the tickle party with some nice and gentle squeezes on the older’s thighs, accompanied by some tracing on the incredibly sensitive inner part of the body part.

“Plehehehehease, youhuhuhu’re ahahahahall crahahahahahazy!” the tallest of them all shrieked, loud and bubbly giggles pouring out of his throat.

The puppy didn’t know how much longer he could handle all these torturous fingers that were completely glued to his overly ticklish torso.

“Oh, so we’re the crazy ones? You’re the one who refuses to use honorifics even in such position! Seems like you’re asking for it~” the leader pointed out, digging in slightly depper into the younger’s pits.

“WhahahahHAHAHt ahahahahahare yoho-UGH! TahahahahaHAHAhahlking ab-abohout?” Seungmin pointlessly asked.

His plan started working. If he just annoyed the lers, at one point or another, they would give up on the light tickles and get their very much deserved revenge. Too bad Minho knew Minnie’s plan, and was fighting every single nerve in his body that was twitching with anger.

“Come on, I think he has had enough of these agonizingly gentle touches, how about we switch up?” Jeongin suggested, growing tired of the repetitive motions he kept on doing on the older’s leg.

“WAIT! Are we sure the man himself wants this? I mean, we wouldn’t wanna make him uncomfortable by going rough, wouldn’t we?” the cat man jumped in with a statement that made the puppy flush red just at the thought of telling his hyungs and dongsaeng how he was perfectly fine with the merciless squeezes and pokes he was about to recieve.

“Oh my, I handn’t even thought about that! We are the consent kings, nobody’s uncomfy in our presence!” Chan dramatically announced.

“Obviously! So sorry I didn’t ask, Seungmin-hyung!” Innie gasped in realization, slapping his mouth with his palm.

“Alright, let’s start over. Seungminnie, tell us, do you want us to give you harsh tickles?” the second oldest questioned, turning his haze towards said boy.

The vocalist cringed at the question, twisting his head the opposite direction, trying to ignore the hot blush that had made its’ way onto his face “I-I wouldn’t want you to, but you could do that…” Seungmin barely squeeked out, tugging at his pinned arms in an attempt to cover his face.

“So you do not want us do it. Understood. Guys, I guess this is the end of this session.” Lee Know proclaimed, sitting up from the lee’s hips.

“WAIT! I-I never said I- wait…” the poor puppy layed there, with his mouth half oppened, trying to form a response.

“What’s up? You can’t even admit that you want this? Well, we’re gonna leave, unless you beg.” the dancer shrugged, signaling everyone to let go of their victim.

“Let’s just give him a minute, he might need some time to provide us with a proper response in this position.” the maknae took pitty on the taller.

“Close your damn mouth, unless you wanna choke on a fly!” the leader couldn’t hold back his fatherly instinct anymore, softly scolding Seungmin.

“I-I didn’t want you to stop…” Minnie uttered “And you can go as rough as you want…” the last sentence could barely be heard, but didn’t go past Minho’s amazing feline hearing. He, however, was gonna pretend his ears fell deaf to the request.

“Sorry? You’re gonna have to speak a little bit more clearly and loudly for us to hear you.” Lee Know teasingly said, smirking at the younger.

“Goddammit, just wreck me already! I’m getting tired of this!” Seungmin’s last bit of patience melted away with the shorter’s mocking words.

“Wow, you’re gonna have to be a little more poli-” “No! I don’t want to hear it! Pin me for once and get me good!” the tallest yelled, dragging Chan and Jeongin down to the floor next to himself.

The oldest and youngest looked at eachother with fear in their eyes and obeying without a single “but”. Minho on the other hand was not one bit intimidated “Make me, mister Kim.”

Lee Know’s challenging eyes met Seungmin’s. The puppy couldn’t handle the akward atmosphere. He just laid there, arms pinned and body completely vulnerable, yet no one was moving a single muscle.

“You’re getting on my nerves, Minho. Can you stop being a brat and do what I asked you to?” the pesky words left Seungmin’s mouth without much thought put into them. Oh, he was so going to regret that…

“Woah. I didn’t know someone could fit so much disrespect in such few words. Guys, he’s not making it out this one…” the rabbit sighed, shaking his head side to side, as he slowly positioned himself back on the lee’s hips.

“Oof, sorry Minnie-hyung. We’re gonna have to obey… Minho-hyung’s angry…” Innie said in empathy, not forgetting any honourifics in fear of being the next victim.

Soon enough, the tickle master dug into the vocalist’s sides “AHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEASE! NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!” If Seungmin had to be honest, the tickles weren’t even half as bad as the cold expression plastered on the merciles ler’s face.

Minnie wasn’t the only petrified for his life. Chan and Jeongin listened to the cat man like their life’s depended on it. That session, they saw how ruthless he could be…

The kangaroo was massaging deep circles into the puppie’s sensitive armpits as the ticklish boy thrashed and screamed, trying to pointlessly free his arms from the ler’s arms. The maknae was doing an amazing job on the singer’s lower body. The way he squeezed both the top and bottom of poor boys knees had Seungmin going feral.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHO IHIHIHI CAHAHAHAHAN’T!” the tallest whined through the ocean of laughter “Well, maybe you should’ve thought about that before calling me a brat and refusing to use honourifics.” Minho commented with the exact same dry voice from before.

The dancer lifted his butt from the lee’s hips, positioning himself on Seungmin’s sides instead “W-whehehehre arehe you going with thihihs?” the puppy asked with fear in his eyes. The bunny knew how sensitive his hips were. If he wrecked them with the exact same distant and cold face, the second youngest would die on the spot!

“Wait, Minho, are you sure? I mean, we’re all aware of the insane ticklishness of Minnie’s v-line. Maybe go a little-” Chan atempted to keep the poor kid alive “No! None of that. Seungmin asked for the roughest tickles we have, and we’ll fufill his request. Won’t we, Innie?”

Jeongin agressively shook his head yes, the thought of reliving the wrecking that very morning only fueling his fear.

Not wasting any more time, Minho pressed his thumbs deep into the insanely sensitive spot “M-Minho, hyung, most attractive dancer, singer and cat charmer. Please. Anywhere but there!” Seungmin tried to beg, but he and everyone’s mother knew that he had gotten himself into this deep, dark hole and wasn’t gonna get out of it soon.

As expected, Lee Know just shrugged and proceeded to push those fingers into the ticklish flesh, massaging circles “H-HYUHUHUHNG PLEHHEHEHEHEHEASE! NOHOHOHOHOHO IHIHIHI’M BEHEHEHEGIHIHING!!” the cat lover didn’t even flinch while Chan and Innie watched in horror.

“I’m never messing around with Minho-hyung ever…” the maknae mumbled to himself, switching to vibrating his fingers into Minnie’s tensed thighs.

The kangaroo’s thoughts were similar to the fox’s. It was safe to say that the youngest and oldest members were not testing the tickle master’s patience any time soon.

While the other two lers were busy thinking of ways to avoid Minho for the next… 1000 years, the puppy was dying. Every time he brought his hips up or down it seemed to only help Minho more. Shaking side to side served no purpose either, in fact, it only made it more ticklish. The tears running down his cheeks seemed to be completely ignored as his whole body was helplessly vibrating from the unbearable feeling torturing his poor hips.

“Oook, I think we’re done here…” Chan stated, standing up from Seungmin’s armpits “Yeah, we’ve tortured him enough” the baby bread(daddy toast) agreed, following Chris’ action.

Minho didn’t seem to care one bit. It almost seemed as he had started tickling Minnie even harder. The oldest watched, hating the way his cheeks heated up and his head couldn’t help but whip to the opposite direction. Maybe he should fuck around and find out…

“HEHEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHE GAHAHAHAHAHA! CHAHAHANNIEHEHE PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” Seungmin pleaded, punching Minho’s back to no avail.

Jeongin bit his lip. He really wanted to save his friend, but didn’t want to risk being tortured again.

“Yolo I guess…” Innie murmured, launching himself toward the ler and dragging him off the poor puppie’s tired body “Oh, so that’s how you wanna do it. I thought you were on my side, traitor!” Lee Know smirked, trapping the youngest in his dangerous grasp.

“That’s enough, kids…” Chan interviened. He couldn’t handle witnessing any more wreckings today.

As the two lers left the room, Seungmin and Minho found themselves alone “Thanks, hyung. I-I really needed that.” the second youngest shyly mumbled, slowly standing up from the floor.

“Was it rough enough?” Minho asked with a mischevious smirk plastered on his face “No” Minnie breathed out, quickly running after Channie and Innie for protection once he realized that the tickler had heard his embarassing words.

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Ong I’m such a procrastinator😭 This fic has been sitting in drafts for a WHILE. lol sorry anon. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed. Can’t even promise ya’ll that I’ll update soon because I honestly won’t😔 Have a nice day/night❤️

#tickle #stray kids #sfw tickle community #kpop tickle #skz tickle #lee!seungmin #ler!jeongin #ler!chan #ler!minho

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fuzzyfeatheredcas · 2 years

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Stray Kids || We’re Happy You Wandered

I did something I never thought I could *dances around jumps for joy screams heart out* I’m sorry if this doesn’t live up to expectations. But I’m so happy I got this next Chapter of the Assassin AU done.

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A few weeks after recruiting Minho

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It was finally summer. Well, almost summer. It was spring, still chilly, even tho it was almost July. Nevertheless, it was just right, perfect weather that was worth sneaking off to relish in. That's exactly what Felix and Seungmin were going to do.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Felix held Seungmin close as he guided them through their courtyard, currently occupied by everyone. "How will we even be able to get out?"

"I have the perfect idea. I've noticed the weather has been getting nicer, so I've made an effort to collect things that can help us get out for a bit." Seungmin said, and Felix looked up at him with a questioning look.

"And what might that be?"

"I've been collecting guard gear." The words were said so casually, almost as if it was something he's been doing regularly for years.

"What?" Felix recoiled a bit, but Seungmin still dragged him on towards the little secret area they usually confided in when they needed some alone time. "How in all of hell did you manage to do that."

Seungmin looked at the older, "Well, we don't have the brightest bunch of people at our compound. I'm honestly surprised we aren't all dead yet." Felix hummed and nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, that's true. They won't ever find out about anything, and they probably won't even make an effort to at all. Lazy asses."

"Let's be happy this place sucks, it makes it somewhat easier for us to do things like this. Nice things." Seungmin pulled back the wall that led to their hidden room. "Which is why they won't ever suspect us not being guards. Hell, they don't even have name tags or numbers, and they barely have ID here. I don't understand how they keep everyone in check in this place, especially the teams." Seungmin sighed. "For once, I'm happy we're not cared about."

Even though the thought of not being cared for hurt, Felix had to admit, sometimes it was good that a blind eye was turned to everyone. He was happy they weren't worth anything that needed to be worried about, for once. "So, what's the plan."

"Tonight, we will take off towards the exit and entrance gates. The only place that guards and teams are allowed out and in from. We'll be wearing these," Seungmin holds up their standard camo soldier gear and the big bulky black helmets that accompanied the suit. "They won't suspect a thing because, as I said, they don't have any proof that we aren't guards. And why would they just suddenly want to see under their 'teammates' helmets? They've never needed proof before."

Felix sat back in astonishment. "Wow Seungmin, you're really prepared. And you analyze the flow of this compound really well too! All for a little walk outside." He looked down. "Will we be able to take our helmets off to truly feel the night?"

The younger nodded. "We're going to go out far enough that no one will be able notice us. That's when we'll take off the helmets." Felix smiled at that. He can't wait to get out of here for a little bit.

"Well, let's continue with our day then, and we will come back before sunset tonight to get ready." Both of the boys got up and made their way out of the hideout. Oh, how they loved it there. It was their only area of comfort, but it was all they needed at the end of the day.

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Dusk struck rather quickly, its golden glow washing over the, now vacant, grass-covered courtyard. The two men managed to excuse themselves from dinner earlier, and made their way back towards where the gear was being kept.

"I'm so excited!" Felix whispered, jumping up and down beside Seungmin as they walked. "The stars are going to look so nice tonight." The older looked up, observing the cloudless sky hanging overhead. "There's not a cloud in the sky that's going to block our view."

The younger was too wrapped up in sorting things out to listen to Felix much as they made it to their little hideout again. "Okay, when you get in there just start dressing right away. I wanna try to get out a little bit earlier." Felix nodded, and danced into the room as the door opened. His hand immediately went towards what he needed when he reached the pile.

After about ten minutes, (there are a lot of stupid buckles on the gear so bear with them) the two had finally finished getting ready. Seungmin immediately headed for the door once the last buckle was clasped, Felix following close behind him. "Come on, let's go." And they were off.

The managed to make it to the guard path from the courtyard without being noticed, lucky for them. They marched their way along up to the gate, where they were then questioned as to why they wanted to leave. Seungmin panicked and told them it was protocol, deepening his voice as he said it. Surprisingly, the gate keeper accepted this response, and the gates were opened for them. The two men had to stop themselves from jumping for joy as they kept their act on, marching into the outside world. To freedom.

As they walked further away, Felix started observing the sights. "Wow. Look at that!" Felix spun around, eyes up to the sky when they made it far enough away from the compound. "This is so nice." He took his helmet off, tossing it aside. They has settled upon a patch of soft grass, Seungmin already resting in it, his helmet discarded by his side.

"I know right, so beautiful." The younger assassin fell back into the grass, closing his eyes and crossing his legs. He found comfort in the scrape of Felix's shoes on the gravel dirt road and his little hum that followed in rhythm. He knew he was spinning around again, like an innocent child on a warm summer's day. He continued this for a while as Seungmin relaxed.

After a short nap and a half-an-hour of just laying there, Seungmin decided that they needed to go home; he didn't want them to be out too long. He then noticed that Felix's humming and the scraping of his shoes abruptly stopped. The other looked up, only to find his friend frozen, like a deer in head lights. Up ahead, a wall of men stood before them, guns in hand, stances blazing with strength and suspicion. Seungmin jumped up out of instinct, but didn't move more than that as his eyes wandered between the men and his partner. "Felix, it's okay, stay clam." He could see the older's frame shake through its stiffness. "Back up slowly towards me, and close your eyes." He tried his best to whisper. The other was not far away, he just needed him closer. He needed to be able to touch him in order to know they were safe together.

"I suggest not doing that, son." A man from the line spoke, clutching his gun even tighter. "Don't move. We have you surrounded."

Seungmin spoke for the two of them, "Please, we were just getting back to our compound. Just leave us alone, we are not a disturbance."

"You aren't guards, are you." Another man said, almost matter-of-factly. He was already on to them. "They might be the ones we're looking for. If they're not, they'll still be of good use to us. Get 'em anyway."

Seungmin took four big steps towards Felix as the men approached them from every angle. The boy grabbed his friend and pulled him towards his chest, breaking him out of his trance. "Seungmin- we're gonna die!"

"No we aren't, hyung. Whatever you do, don't stop trying to fight." They knew they weren't a match for all those armed men, but it was worth a shot.

As soon as hands collided, they began to fight. Grunts and the scuffing of shoes were all that could be heard as the two boys pushed and tried to squirm out of the mens' grips. It was getting them no where, and more and more hands were gripping onto them and not letting go. Soon enough, they found themselves being cuffed, black fabric bags thrown over their heads to block their visions.

Felix was about ready to collapse into a heap of gasps and tears on the floor, while Seungmin managed to keep a little bit of his cool. A man walked up to the group that had Felix. "We could have done this easier." Felix felt fingers against his stomach, and he folded over with a muffled shout, weakening him. The men picked him up easily, throwing him into the back of a truck that had pulled up to the scene.

Seungmin put up a fight when he felt the group shift to move and drag him along too. He, too, felt fingers rush along his body, weakening him as he pulled away from the touches, allowing the men to drag him to the truck easily as well.

They sat in silence the whole ride to... wherever they were going. Seungmin's stomach still tingled with those ticklish touches he was given, and he wondered why they did that. He wondered what tactics they used there. What they were going to do to them and why they were being taken.

When they were almost there, the bags were taken off of them. Seungmin squinted as his eyes made contact with the light shining in the back of the truck where they were seated. Felix's head dropped even further to shade his face, his shoulders rising to protect his cold neck.

"Almost there boys." The man beside Seungmin said. The boy side eyed the guy, why was he talking so casually? Like everything was okay?

"I saw that side eye," the man pointed out, almost jokingly, and Seungmin just rolled his eyes. He swore he saw the man pout. "Well if you wanna be like that." Then he was folding over, involuntary squeals slipping out of him as the man attacked his side. What was going on?

"I see that you're using what we taught you out on the battle field." Another man said. "I'm liking what I see." Seungmin could hear the man's smirk in his voice.

"Plehehehehease stohohohohop." Seungmin begged, leaning away from the touch and into Felix, who was now looking wide-eyed at the situation unfolding on top of him. "Ihihihi'm sohohorry!"

"Are you sure about that?" The man asked, happy that they were dealing with ticklish people. Boss will be happy about this.

"Yehehehehe- YEHEHEHES PLEASE!" Seungmin's chest hit his thighs when he felt the man's hand wander over to his hip. He tugged at the hand cuffs, trying to break free so he could protect himself somehow.

"Oh alright," the hands left him, and he slumped down from his tense position. "We don't wanna tire you out too soon." The man met Felix's eyes with a wink, and the younger couldn't help but blush and turn away. stupid hot man.

"S-so is that like you're way of doing things around here?" Felix managed to say after a few moments of silence.

"It is. The Chief kinda started it up when he recruited our boss. It was an accidental find, but it work really well with him. Then of course he decided to continue using the strategy when it kept working." Felix tried not to squirm in his seat, but he couldn't help but feel his face heat up at that. Tickling? No way.

"Why, does someone enjoy it?" The guard teased, raising an eyebrow at the blushing assassin.

"W-what? No. Absolutely not." Felix shot out, a little to defensively for his liking.

"If you say so. Either way, you'll still crack, whether you like it or not." Felix just sat there, still as ever, not daring to make one move. He would have kept that up if it wasn't for the hand that suddenly squeezed his knee. Felix jerked his knee out of the way, a small gasp leaving his lips. "Just needed to make sure."

"Felix, we're doomed." Seungmin softly grunted out as he leaned his head against his shoulder. "Absolutely doomed."

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When they made it inside the new compound, they were having a hard time figuring out whether it was a hotel or not. The place was so clean, too well kept to be, well, a compound. A place where people get tortured? Interrogated? It didn't seem right.

"This - is a compound?" Felix couldn't help but blurt out, looking around at the green plants and clean brown pots they were kept in, set on each table they passed. The hallways were perfect, walls white, paint smooth. Everything was right, but so wrong at the same time.

"Come on guys, this way." The men led the two assassins to an elevator. Wow, they even had an elevator.

"Why did you take those bags off our heads anyway? I expected to be knocked out and dragged to a room, not given a tour of the building I was kidnapped to." Seungmin eyed the elevator door as it opened. "So different. So odd."

"It's sad that our norms are odd to all outsiders. It shows that a lot of harsh treatments are given. We are trying to change that, for the better." The guard said, guiding them into the lift.

"Who even are you?" Felix asked.

The man shook his head, feeling dumb that he hadn't introduced himself to them yet. "Oh, sorry, my name is Minho. I actually work for the boss I was talking about earlier. Decided I wanted to work with the outside world more than inside here like the rest of them want to."

"Rest of them?" Seungmin couldn’t believe everything he was hearing.

"Yup! There are four of us so far, including me. About to be six." He informed them, a sparkle in his voice. It took a second for Seungmin to register what he just said, Felix too.

"You're going to recruit us?" Felix's jaw almost dropped the the floor, his shock in sync with the ding of the elevator as it opened for them, revealing the floor marked with a big sign at the entrance of the hallway: Interrogation Area. Wow, what a way to be informed. They were practically walking themselves to their dooms.

"Yup." The answer slipped out of Minho's mouth in a simple manner. His eyes practically said, 'and it's going to be very easy to make you agree'. A chill ran through both boys' spines.

"Oh no." Seungmin whispered to himself.

A big, bubbly hello swept through the hallway as the group of three stepped into it. Minho turned back to wave the other two guards that joined them upstairs goodbye. "Ah! I see you've brought the right boys!" A taller, longer haired man smiled big and wide as he took in the sight of the two new people. "Good, I'm so very glad."

"I was telling them all about how we do things here." Minho smiled just as excitedly as he took his place beside the other man. "Boys, this is Hyunjin."

"H-hi," Felix piped up, his right hand coming up from behind his back to wave at the other, the left hand following in the cuffs.

"Aw, you cuffed them?" Hyunjin turned to Minho in disappointment. "You probably scared the babies to death. Poor things."

Seungmin's eyes narrowed at the man when he said that. "Excuse you but we are not babies. We can handle ourselves fine."

Hyunjin smirked at him, "I'm guessing he was the stubborn one?"

"You're right he was!"

"Now. Let's take you to a room, shall we?" Hyunjin clapped, and turned to walk towards wherever he was bringing them. The two others stood still, to shocked to move. "Uh oh, are we gonna have to do this the hard way?" Hyunjin said when he turned back around.

"I-I-" Felix could barely speak at that point. He didn't know what to think. Hyunjin simply stepped up to him and grabbed his arm, pulling him forward. He walked. Seungmin on the other hand, didn't follow.

"I will not allow myself to be treated like this." He leaned against the wall he was beside. "Absolutely no way."

Minho sighed and rolled his eyes before walking toward the other, smiling when his eyes went wide. "I know you're regretting the decision to be stubborn now are you?" Seungmin backed up and Minho followed him, latching his hands on his waist. The assassin shrieked softly as leaned forward, his head almost hitting Minho's chest. "At this point I feel like you just want me to do this to you. Maybe I'll just recruit you as a tickle toy for the group. How's that?" Minho kept pinching his sides, relishing in the adorable laughter that followed after.

"Ahahahah! Plehease, dohohon't do this to mehehehehe!" Seungmin whined, pushing himself more into the wall. "I'm scared!" He finally blurred out.

Minho stopped, "you're scared?" Seungmin nodded, his face heating up.

"It was so bad over there, and, um, it's hard to trust people now." He continued. "And compounds too. Especially other compounds and teams. They're brutal."

Minho's eyes filled with sympathy as he placed a hand on the other's shoulder. "Believe me, we all didn't want to be here at first. I had to be convinced too. I had been stuck in this compound all night. Failed my escape. That's why I've been trying my hardest to give you the warm and comfortable welcome you deserve. Something I didn't get." It was Seungmin's turn to be surprised. “So, yeah, sorry about those handcuffs.”

"You-you care?" His voice was almost a whimper. Minho couldn't believe how broken the man was, and how broken their world was too.

"Of course we do." He smiled, placing a hand on Seungmin’s shoulder. "Now, will you come with me to the room?"

The other nodded, still scared, but more ready. Minho took his arm in his and walked to a door up ahead, still open from when the other two walked through it earlier.

The first thing Seungmin's eyes met with were two new faces accompanying Felix and Hyunjin.

Seungmin stopped in his tracks as Minho closed the door and walked towards the four of them, smiling widely. "Welcome back!" One of them said, eyes sparkling. Seungmin had to admit, he was kinda cute. "I see you brought the two we were looking for!"

"I did! My second successful night out."

"We are very proud of you." The man turned to Seungmin, still smiling. "Hi Seungmin, I'm Chan, also known as boss. It's very nice to meet you."

"H-hi." The younger smiled sheepishly, bowing his head slightly.

"So, are we doing this the usual way or not?" Chan said with a clap of his hands. "It seems like you've done things differently than we did with Changbin and Hyunjin."

A shorter, bolder man a few feet away from him crossed his arms, "Yeah, lucky asses. Still can't believe you knocked us out."

"That was before we had Minho guiding the hunt team. Of course he's gonna do things differently." Chan turned to Felix. "Now, you seem willing, but I'm not too sure."

Felix's eyes widened at that, looking to Seungmin with pleading eyes. He hated being put on the spot. "Ihi, um, I guess?"

"You guess?" Changbin said with a raised eyebrow.

"I don't know what you're asking exactly."

"Oh," Chan nodded. "We want you to be on our team." Felix gasped a little, remembering Minho's little about to be six thing and leaned back a little into his chair. He turned to Seungmin again, who was shaking his head at him. There was no way he was letting them stay. He didn't care that this place was all nice-nice. He didn’t care about Minho’s speech. It was probably fake, they would show their true, horrendous colours after they agreed.

"I-I don't think we can." Felix's voice came out quietly as he spoke. "We can't trust you." He felt a finger delicately swipe along the back of his neck, shrugging his shoulders at the feeling.

"Please don't make us do this the hard way." Felix looked towards Seungmin again, eyes even more pleading, but the older still had no in his eyes.

"Come on Seungmin!" Felix whined. Seungmin shook his head.

"Nope, absolutely not. No way. I don't care what they do, I can't trust them."

Chan sighed, a hand on his head, before motioning for the other three to get started. They always had to be stubborn didn't they? Despite the atmosphere of this place too!

"No, wait!" Felix kicked out as two sets of hands began to grab him, getting rid of the cuffs around his wrists and dragging him onto a table. Seungmin watched in horror as Chan and Changbin started towards him. He knew he had no where to go, and no hands to use, but he had to try to fight.

As soon as they reached him, he knew he had lost. Fingers ran across his stomach and sides and he had no choice but to double over, his shrieks mixing with Felix's screams as the other two set to work on him.

"Stohohohop tickling me! It ihihihihisn't fahahahair!" Seungmin squirmed in their hold, trying his hardest not to let them drag him along. "PleheheheHEASE PLEASE!" Changbin picked him up over his shoulder and walked him to a table, setting him down on it. Chan grabbed his arms firmly.

"It's either you cooperate, or we add force."

"Why the hell would I cooperate with this treatment?" Seungmin's question showed in his eyes too as he stared questioningly at the two, wondering if they were actually that stupid. The other two said nothing and fought his hands as they took the cuffs off him, pushing him into the table and securing him there. Seungmin's caught a glimpse of Felix, who was still fighting with the other two.

"Stop! Let me go!" Felix screamed. There was no way he was letting himself be immobilized on this table. He felt hands dig into his armpit and his twisted, falling hard against the table. "NohohohoHOHO!" His other arm was lifted up and strapped down, his other arm receiving the same treatment. "This is gonna suhuhuck!"

"We gave you an option to agree right away. I don't know why you didn't just take it." Hyunjin told him as he fought with his leg, squeezing the boy's thigh instead to make him kick out towards the strap. "Ouuuu ticklish legs too. I'm excited for this."

"Nononono! NO!" Felix laid back in defeat when his right leg was strapped in place, not putting up a fight for the other one. He already lost. And so did Seungmin. Quicker than he did. He was already strapped down completely.

"Now boys, I'm gonna ask you again, are you sure you don't wanna just agree?" Chan looked between the two tables, both assassins were looking away. "Very well." He shrugged. “It’s always the same story. Funny, how every compound in our area sucks and causes people to not trust anyone.”

There were grunts of agreement, but they were not nearly as loud as the struggling boys strapped to their tables. Hyunjin looked over to their table, "I honeslty think stubborn over there likes this, so keep that in mind." Seungmin's face burned red as he hung his mouth open in shock and betrayal. Hyunjin turned back to Felix, "And you do too." He whispered mischievously, causing him to blush.

"How dare you say such a thihihihing!" Seungmin felt his body twist itself to get away from the hands on his hips. His body flailed from one side of the table to the other, too much for Chan's liking.

"You know what," Chan hopped up onto the table and straddled him. "If we're gonna change things up around here, why not change technique too. Close and personal." He said as he scribbled along Seungmin's stomach, Changbin quick to work on his thighs.

Seungmin's just threw his head back and laughed, having no where to go. "AHAHAHAHAHA- AGH!"

"So, is it true? Do you like this?" Changbin asked over his screams, making the assassin's face turn even more red (if that was even possible).

Chan smirked, skittering his fingers lightly under Seungmin's thin white t-shirt. That made him tense up and giggle, his face scrunching up with a grunt when Chan moved along his sides. "This never gets boring. Like, ever. I could do this all day."

"Ihihihi couldn't!" Seungmin squealed out, cackling when Chan lifted his shirt more, drumming his legs on the table. "Shihihit! AH! Nohoho not there!" The younger boy's arms closed, elbows hitting together as Chan move upward towards his ribs.

Meanwhile, on the other table, Hyunjin had also jumped up on top of Felix, and was attacking his armpits as Minho held his elbows down to the table. "LEHEHET GOHOHO!" Felix whined, tears of mirth already in his eyes. Hyunjin stopped tickling to pull up his sleeves, and Felix couldn't help but stare at him.

He looked down at him, his long hair semi-covering his eyes, "you like what you see?" He asked, his eyes glistening and his smile wide. Felix rolled his eyes. "I wouldn't roll my eyes if I were you." He let his hands fall along Felix's sides, moving down to untuck his t-shirt, slipping his hands under it and on to his bare skin.

Felix breathed in heavily, the sensation was unbearable. “This is - so unfair!” Felix kicked out as much as his restraints left his when Hyunjin’s hands fell lightly down the dip of his hip and up to his lower rib. “Oh my god oh my god oh my gahad! You’re so ehehevil! NOHO!”

Chan smiled down at Seungmin. “Felix seems to be having fun, are you?” Seungmin twisted to the side, throwing his head under his right arm, almost lifting Chan upwards.

“No, I’m vehehery much nohohot!” Seungmin’s body shot to the left when he felt Chan’s fingers go for his left side. “NO-” Seungmin lost it when hands were placed on either side of him. He couldn’t move anywhere for relief. “AHAHHAHA! I wanna say yehehes but I cAN’T TRUST YOUHUHUHU!”

Seungmin squirmed and squirmed and squirmed, hoping to god felix wouldn’t give in. That he wouldn’t stay. But his calls weren’t answered.

“AHA OKAY OKAY! I GIVE I GIVE!” The scream echoed through the room.

Hyunjin’s hands dropped away from him. “This was fun, but not fun enough. I think we should like let them run out of the room and chase them everywhere.”

Changbin doubled over laughing. “That’s soho mean!”

Felix was heaving under their stares, not knowing whether to cry or be happy. So he did both.

Hyunjin frowned when he saw his tears. “Nono, none of that.” He wiped some tears away. “Minho cried too, you know.”

“Hey! Not fair.” Followed with a hit in the arm, and an attempted poke back from Minho.

Hyunjin continued. “Like, I can’t believe he got lost in our compound.” He laughed so hard he leaned onto Felix’s chest, who was now laughing as well as Minho annoyingly released his arms.

“That is actually very funny.” Felix chimed in.

“Don’t start, or your arms are gonna go back in those straps.” Felix shut up after that. Hyunjin got up off him when his legs were released, helping him down off the table. “Now now, I see that Seungmin still hasn’t budged.”

Seungmin huffed, “Well, I kinda have to now since Felix decided he wanted to.” Felix rolled his eyes.

“Hyung, they’re literally tickling us as a form of persuasion. You know what we got at our compound and would have gotten anywhere else? Burning coals, drugs, weeks without food, deprivation of all kinds!” Felix grabbed Seungmin’s still bound hands. “Here is okay, we’ll be okay.”

Seungmin didn’t even think before he said, “Okay, fine. But if we die that’s on you!”

Felix played with his fingers, rolling his eyes. “Wow, you’re so mean to me.”

“And then there were six!” Chan jumped off the table and did a little dance. Felix untied Seungmin with help from Changbin.

Minho smiled to himself. “Same old same old. This persuasion technique works so well.”

Let’s just say everyone was absolutely loving it there.

#stray kids tickle #skz #tickling #assassin au #lee!seungmin #lee!felix

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skzoostuff · 2 years

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how have i not seen this one on tumblr yet 😭

#stray kids #stray kids tickle #kpop tickle #kim seungmin #seo changbin #lee!seungmin #ler!changbin

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huiracha · 1 month

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SKZ’S MAGIC SCHOOL FEAST ♡

#stray kids #bystay #skz #bang chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han #felix #seungmin #i.n #gifs #anniversary

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forlix · 4 months

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· . ˚ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞

— the little mannerisms you pick up from the members of stray kids over the course of your relationship.

words・3.7k / pairings・ot8 x gn!reader / genres・fluff, humor, borderline crack, intentional lowercase, established relationship(s) / warnings・minsung’s are suggestive, touch of anxiety in felix's, jeongin's is lowkey gross LMFAO

a/n・massive shoutout to @/http.dwaekkii on tiktok for their edits about the boys' habits, which i consulted for chan, changbin, seungmin, and jeongin (and to @astraystayyh for beta reading hehe. what would i do without u). these were sooooo fun to write, hope u guys enjoy (｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )

chan + getting shy easily. poor thing gets embarrassed so quickly as it is. throw you into the mix and it’s just critical hit after critical hit. defense lowered. no health potions left. he folds like a lawn chair with a massive smile and a whiny “stooooop” every time you say something even remotely affectionate. the habit is adorable, and you love it to pieces.

but you like poking fun at it even more. “god forbid i find my literal underwear model of a boyfriend attractive,” you’d say, or something along those lines, which of course only triples his embarrassment and on more than one occasion results in him starfishing on your kitchen floor, his hood pulled over his face.

fast forward however many months. he’s still the worst compliment-receiver you know, but you discover one arbitrary afternoon that it’s rubbed off on you.

the two of you are cuddled together on the living room couch in your usual fashion, your legs thrown over his thighs and his hands tracing absently over your shins as you relay to him something you overheard on the subway. the conversation is painfully normal. you’re almost bored. you pause to take a breath, and he murmurs, out of nowhere, in the dreamiest tone: “so damn beautiful.”

“wha—huh? what is?”

“you. your voice, your face, everything. i‘m lucky.”

your expression of bewilderment persists for around ten seconds, and then slowly, so slowly, you begin to sandwich your head between your knees, balling yourself up like a spooked armadillo. chan wonders if he should call an ambulance.

“love?” no response. “what, uh, what’s happening right now, exactly?”

no response. no response. then, hoarsely, “you can’t...say shit like that…randomly.”

he notices two things after that. one, your skin is burning hot enough to fry something upon, and two, you’ve formed a fist in the fabric of his hoodie, which you only do when you’re pretending to be annoyed at him. the puzzle pieces fall into place, and he starts grinning like a madman.

“you’re…embarrassed?”

the guttural groan you emit is more than enough of an answer, and the cute aggression that overcomes chan is fucking debilitating. he wraps his arms around you and hauls you entirely off the couch and onto his lap, littering kisses over your face until it finally resigns into a matching smile. all intent to continue feigning grumpiness erased with the drop of a hat. you drape an arm over his neck.

“you’re so good to me, channie,” you sigh helplessly. “i love you.”

“love you more, baby.” he imprints these words directly upon your lips, then pulls away, giggles. “that was very me of you, by the way.”

“i know, right? i was just about to say.”

minho + butt touching. it’s quite simple, really. if lee minho is within proximity of someone’s buttocks, he will, as he lives and breathes, make it known. will it be a coy little swat or a yelp-eliciting, full-bodied grab? nobody ever knows, not even him. the unpredictability is what makes it exciting.

but it takes a while before this starts applying to you, because the way minho touches you is…different. doting. there’s no other way to describe how he always holds the nape of your neck while kissing you, how he rests a hand against the small of your back whenever he leads you somewhere, how during the nights you can’t sleep he guides you to the place on his chest where he knows his heartbeat is loudest. he even drags you into his trademark headlocks the same way one would hold an invaluable treasure. he’s so obsessed with all of you that he never thinks to pay just your butt special attention (though it is, indeed, a special butt).

you take it into your own hands. literally.

you don’t know what prompts it—maybe you’ve simply seen minho slap his members’ asses one too many times, or maybe you’re still thinking of the specific time minho slapped changbin’s ass in passing and it fucking echoed, or maybe minho just looks especially fine in this practice outfit, a skintight tee and washed sweatpants that hug him in all the right places—but you feel a new urge today as your boyfriend swings his duffel over his shoulder, circles around the kitchen counter.

he puckers up as he nears you, silently requesting his goodbye; you give it to him, relishing for a moment in the familiar, soft plush of his lips beneath yours. then he pulls away and turns to leave, and your hand acquires its target.

“go get ‘em, tiger.” thwack!

minho jumps a foot into the air. clutches his pearls and his left butt cheek. becomes the splitting image of that perplexed blonde lady surrounded by geometry.

but when he turns around to stare at you, the smirk melting across his face betrays how he really feels about what you’ve just done. good. really good.

you, meanwhile, look genuinely confused. “it’s like it moved on its own.”

minho beams. steps towards you daintily, intentionally, like a cat catching sight of a laser beam. brings a hand to your hip, murmurs, “that’s what we’re doing now?” kisses you again, for longer this time.

you fully foresee his fingers wandering to your ass to give it a gentle squeeze, but you reach up to cuff his shoulder when it happens anyways, and his laugh vibrates against your mouth. it seems you’ll be reaping what you’ve sown from now on.

(good luck.)

changbin + the Cackle™. yes, you said something exceptionally funny. yes, you expected changbin to find it funny too. but you couldn’t expect the godforsaken noise that left his mouth as he threw himself straight into the tree planter behind you.

your mind spun with frantic questions as you helped him out of the dirt. had the spirit of spongebob just usurped his vocal cords? were you on a date with the wicked witch of the west? most importantly—

“are you well?” you sputtered, which only made him laugh harder and his laugh so much crazier, so you started laughing, too. and you were goners, falling over each other until you’d been reduced to watery eyes and sore cheeks, your giggling interrupted only by the sound of you slapping his thigh every so often, heartily enough to reverberate around the little park in which you concluded your second date.

that’s how you fall for seo changbin: laughing. with a reckless, breathless abandon you didn’t think possible. stumbling across empty sidewalks, spitting noodles across dining tables, begging for mercy on studio couches. wrestling under tear-stained comforters, starting (and re-starting) silly stories, huffing into beaming kisses. the list goes on.

you never quite get used to that chortle of his, too busy enjoying its insanity to notice how your own chuckles grow shorter and shriller, how they gradually develop an edge like the chittering of a forest dweller.

you complete your transformation on your ninety-eighth date.

no, changbin doesn’t say anything exceptionally funny. no, he doesn’t expect you to find it funny, either. he expects least of all for you to fold over the kitchen island and start cackling like cruella de vil on helium.

han turns around from his seat on the couch. chan’s footsteps come to a halt as he emerges from the bathroom. both of them have fear in their eyes as they witness your undoing.

the only thing on changbin’s face, though, is unfettered delight.

“b-baby,” he sputters with a growing smile. “are you—”

you lift your face off the marble surface and turn to face him. the entirety of your forehead and the point of your nose is covered in flour. you blow a cloud of the stuff out of your mouth like a dragon awoken from slumber.

he loses it.

the two of you make your way onto the floor in slow motion, ending in a tangled heap against the side of the counter. changbin tries to clean off the flour and smears it all over your cheeks instead. you are zero help whatsoever, smacking his bicep like that’ll help you catch your breath. your synchronized, diabolical laughter reaches every corner of the apartment. your happiness reaches every nerve ending.

chan and han look at each other, sigh. han takes a video.

hyunjin + side-eyeing. this man is so god awful at controlling his face, bless him…and DAMN HIM.

on one hand, you love how in tune with his emotions he is, how confidently he puts them on display. and you love your synergy. you come closer to believing in soulmates every time you glance his way and discover your exact feelings written all over his features; it’s a special type of happiness, sharing a brain with your favorite person in the world.

on the other hand, you think there’s a time and place for candor, and he tends, well, not to think at all. during many a precarious situation, you’ll catch him wearing an expression so transparent that he might as well arrange the words THIS IS STUPID AND I HATE ALL OF YOU over his head in neon lights. cue a dig of your heel into his toe, a hiss of pain cut short by your piercing glare. if you’d known ahead of time that dating hwang hyunjin would have you doing so much damage control…you’d still date him, let’s be real. but you do get stressed at times.

the night the tables turn, you’re at a celebratory dinner for your coworker’s birthday. small caveat: you can’t stand her. she’s the type to spontaneously combust if she goes two minutes without talking about herself. certainly doesn’t help that she’s downing champagne like water, and her lips are looser than ever.

hyunjin comes with you, fortunately. or not. he spends the whole evening trying so hard not to laugh: snorting into his bread, excusing himself to “cough.” you think he actually starts doing breathing exercises at some point. you’re so, so grateful that he’s here, but you’re also deathly afraid that he’s gonna bring out those neon lights in front of your entire office.

then, she flirts with him.

from the opposite end of the table. perfectly wasted but still knowing perfectly well that he’s yours. the whole patio goes silent. hyunjin’s jaw hits the table.

your fork clatters to your plate.

FUCK time and place.

the side-eye you give her is devastating. truly masterful. your brow furrows. your eyes turn to slits. your gaze does the up-down-up of unadulterated incredulity. hyunjin recognizes the motions straightaway and starts smiling so hard his whole face hurts.

you take your boyfriend’s wrist and stand up. he follows suit. you don’t say a thing as you leave the restaurant, and you don’t have to. the intensity of your disdain was more than enough; anything more and she might’ve started crying.

once you’re on the curb outside, hyunjin pulls on your interlocked hands, brings you close. his lips brush against the shell of your ear. you hear laughter and his smirk in his voice.

“you’re so fucking sexy, holy shit.”

jisung + how he applies lip balm. that han jisung is the pioneer of modern day babygirlism is the worst kept secret in the world. that han jisung applies lip balm the riveting way he does, however, is unknown even to you. until one morning.

you pop into the bathroom and make your usual beeline for your toothbrush, only to end up motionless in front of the sink, staring. jisung is a bit off to the side, hair pinned back by a cinnamoroll headband, eyes glued to his phone, hand holding a tube of chapstick that you can actually see getting shorter in real time. he looks so pensive, so concentrated. how long has it been since he last blinked? you’ve half a mind to pull out a stopwatch.

finally, he rubs his lips together, recaps the chapstick, and makes eye contact with you in the mirror. a smile crosses his face, equal parts confused and amused.

“baby, your mouth is open.”

you close it. then you open it again, and your words come out in a barely-contained laugh: “what on earth did you just do?”

“what do you mean?”

“the—” you point at his mouth, then do your best impression of an elementary schooler trying to color inside the lines. “—that.”

jisung looks aghast. “that was LIP BALM.”

“no, i know what it—you’re so—i meant, why do you apply it like that?”

jisung continues to look aghast. “like what?”

“like you’re one of socrates’ prized pupils and the answer to the universe’s formation lies at the bottom of—” you step in close, reach into the pocket of his sweatpants. “—this tube!”

it might be the craziest thing you’ve ever said to him. he bursts into laughter, the kind that leaves him no recollection of what he does with his limbs, and when he can see straight again he discovers he’s pressed you gently against the counter. his fingers latched around the hem of your top, his grin inches away from yours. can’t stay away from you to save his life, this one.

“do i actually?”

“yes! holy shit, it’s so cute.” your arms circle around his neck, also without an ounce of thought, also through a fit of giggles. “no way you’ve always done that, right?”

“i don’t know. i’ve never thought about it.” a pause. a tilt of his head, with purpose. “am i…doing it wrong?”

the question is a trap and you realize it too late. your gaze drops from his eyes to his lips—a ray of sunlight glistens off the pink plush like a paid actor—then back to his eyes. let’s find out.

you lean in. so does he. and his mouth tastes and feels like melted fucking sugar. it’s such a pleasant surprise that you actually moan, and he chuckles against you. lifts you onto the edge of the sink. your mind really goes empty after that, save for one thought. i have to start doing that.

felix + checking his own pulse. you saw it from afar, the first time.

he stood by the stage’s entrance just before curtain up, pointer and middle finger pressed against the side of his neck. eyelids sealed closed, chest heaving. you tilted your head, puzzled. worried. then the concert began, and you pushed the image to the back of your mind.

it returned to the forefront right before bed.

“you do it when you’re nervous?”

“yeah. forces me to ground myself. turns off the world for a bit.” the hand rubbing circles into your back paused. “wanna give it a go?”

“what, checking my pulse?”

“mine.”

you lifted your head off the pillow. felix took your hand from where it sat upon his ribs, isolating two fingers and nestling them over his jugular. his quickened heartbeat pressed into your skin like the world’s gentlest tattoo.

the sixty seconds began and concluded in total silence.

“well?” he whispered.

“ninety-three,” you answered, lightheaded from the sheer intimacy of it all. “you’re nervous right now?”

“something like that,” he hummed. pulled you down, kissed you deeply. there were no more words exchanged that night.

the habit surfaced more than you knew. while driving to visit your parents. after a stupid argument with a bouquet of flowers tucked beneath his free arm. you started doing it for him in the times he couldn’t, and he’d cover your hand with his own and kiss the top of your head silently, gratefully.

two years have passed since, and you’ve vanished from the dinner table.

felix asks the nearest waiter for directions to the restrooms. you don’t notice when the door swings open, unmoving in your spot over the sink, your pointer and middle finger pressed against the side of your neck.

his hand finds your hip. you let him turn you around and bring you to his chest; he glances at the crystalline droplets studding your lashes and falling from your cheeks. his eyes convey what his mouth doesn’t need to, not anymore.

let me.

you do.

his fingers replace yours the moment you drop them from under your jaw, the movement like clockwork. he counts your every heartbeat with unblinking concentration, his heart growing heavier the higher the number climbs.

the sixty seconds begin and conclude in total silence.

“well?” you whisper.

“hundred and six,” he answers. to his confusion, a smile pulls at your lips.

he wonders if it’s a trick of the bathroom lights when he sees the tiny box you pluck from your pocket, but there’s no mistaking the reality of the diamond ring that sits behind its open lid.

the earth slants under his feet.

“crazy.” you giggle through your tears, run your thumb over his cheekbone. “that’s how many years i want with you.”

seungmin + poking eyes(?) he’s hardly touched puppym when your voice is slicing through the living room air like a fucking beyblade.

“KIM SEUNGMIN, UNHAND HIM THIS INSTANT.”

do you have a sixth sense just for this? he throws his hands up in exasperation. “he’s literally me. i’m allowed to do whatever i want with me.”

“he’s not you, he’s our son.” you pop out of nowhere to swipe the plushie from over your boyfriend’s shoulder. “my son, if you keep this up.”

“just say you hate me and my preferred avenues of self expression.”

upside-down, he watches you dust off puppym’s face and smooch his forehead with a tenderness that makes seungmin unhappier than he lets on. you then tuck him into your jacket pocket. the little shit’s expression looks strangely smug poking out of its cotton capsule.

“i’m asking you to not gauge his eyes out, not to deliver me the holy grail,” you say. “you’ll survive.”

but then he feels your hands on either side of his face, and you lean over him like the mj to his peter, leave a kiss on the space between his eyes, too. he has zero say in the bashful smile this brings to his face.

“but why do you do that, seriously?” you mutter.

“i have no idea,” he replies. “but it’s fun. try it.”

“i’ll think about it.” you lean in again, and he nearly forgets what you were talking about in the first place when you kiss him on the lips this time. “okay, i’ve thought about it. no.”

“hate you,” he says despite the literal hearts in his eyes, and then you’re off to work.

puppym takes strikingly after his father. they have the same bangs. the same compulsively squeezable quality. the same little :3 that can only allude to sinister plottings. you’d be loath to admit that you sort of comprehend seungmin’s poking predisposition.

one night, seungmin falls asleep before you even finish your nighttime routine, and you spot in his peaceful, upturned face an opportunity.

you lie belly-down on your side of the bed. your fingers splay into a peace-sign in the air. your smile stretches further into a cheshire grin the closer you bring your hand. you’re just about to reach the ends of his eyelashes when—

“I KNEW IT!”

you almost catapult into the ceiling. then you try to make a mad dash for the bathroom. but seungmin shoots a hand around your wrist like he’s actually peter parker and pins you down before you so much as take a step. your only remaining option is to sulk about your foiled plans. (and blush, because, well, you’re under him.)

“amateur,” he tsks. “you gotta test my breathing to make sure i’m asleep first. shit’s foolproof.”

you blink at him for a few seconds. his words finally click.

now you almost catapult him into the ceiling.

“HOW MANY TIMES?”

jeongin + eating food in one bite. so you might be an instigator.

“hwuck,” he grumbles around the whole ice cream cone in his mouth, face scrunched up in a brain-freeze-induced wince. “ayee ith waz a bah iyeah.” (translation: fuck, maybe this was a bad idea.)

“you got this. just take it slow,” you urge, except he’s stopped moving and speaking and closed his eyes as if he’s descending into a deep sleep. you’re actually concerned for about two seconds, and then his jaw begins to oscillate leisurely like an elderly cow in his favorite pasture. false alarm.

after some time, he swallows, beams. “so am i the fucking best or what.”

“yeah you are,” you echo, and he swings an arm over your shoulder, plants a chocolatey kiss on your temple. the two of you celebrate his daesangs with less enthusiasm.

“when are you doing that with me, by the way?”

“the one-bite thing?” he nods. “mmm, coaches don’t play.”

“mmm, this one will.”

“doubtful.”

fast forward a few weeks and you, jeongin, and his younger brother are sitting cross-legged on the porch in his backyard. three full-sized oranges rest in the center of your makeshift circle. damn is yoon hard to say no to. (runs in the family.)

“the rules!” he declares. “eat the orange whole! first to swallow it wins! you can’t spit it out!”

you wait. “is that it?”

“yes!”

why was the delivery so grand?

jeongin places a fond hand atop his brother’s head. “i’ve brought you a new loser, yoonie. get excited.”

you feign an indifferent scoff, but jeongin spots the fire that ignites behind your eyes like that of an anime protagonist, the resolute grip with which you palm your orange. he smirks. he’s never known you to take trash talk sitting down. or sitting cross-legged on his porch.

yoon counts you off. “ready…”

“good luck, coach,” jeongin sings.

“shut up, pipsqueak.”

“set…GO!”

in amusing unison, you and yoon try and fail to fasten your teeth around even half of the fruit. jeongin, meanwhile, fits the whole thing into his black hole of an oral cavity and launches into that dumb cow impression again.

desperate times call for desperate measures.

you rip the orange from your lips. “yoon! your brother’s ticklish, right?”

both yang siblings’ eyes widen—the younger’s in growing delight, the older’s in impending horror.

the latter reacts first. “ay, ay, ay, ah ahes eh ooles!” (translation: wait, wait, wait, that’s against the rules!)

but the former moves first, and you’re right behind him.

jeongin weakens when the younger boy assaults his sides, crumples when you target the back of his neck, the sounds leaving his mouth getting progressively louder and somehow even less intelligible.

he eventually has to spit out the orange to avoid death by pulp going down the wrong pipe and spins around in indignation, wiping at his chin with the back of his hand. but his annoyance—

you’re back on the floor, gnawing hopelessly at the the orange again. “ih ih eawahin, ooh.” (translation: this is embarrassing, yoon.)

yoon replies, “huh?” (translation: huh?)

—dissipates, immediately.

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baby-yongbok · 1 month

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Boyfriend SKZ!Fake Texts - They have a wet dream about you

Genre: Smut, fairly detailed. Like, its dirty

Warnings: mentions of unprotected sex (wear a rubber, yall), breeding (? - if you squint and only for Jeongin's), Jeongin is a tad bit possessive, It gets more dirty the further you get.

✧ Masterlist ✧

Chan

Lee Know/Minho

Changbin

Hyunjin

Han

Felix

Seungmin

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felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna · 5 months

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they all look so good. something in that japanese air.

📸 - tinyzoo

#stray kids #bang chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han #felix #seungmin #I.N #christopher bang #lee minho #seo changbin #hwang hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #kim seungmin #yang jeongin

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wegc · 4 months

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𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⊹ . . . FAKE TEXTS ! PRINCESS TREATMENT WITH STRAY KIDS !

PAIRING: OT8 X READER

WARNINGS: swearing, semi-nsfw for jisung and jeongin, mostly fluff

ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ꩜⋆ hi, my name is iris and this is my first post on this account hehe. i write for stray kids only and am a mostly nsfw blog. if you plan on following me, please note that my blog is 18+. i hope you guys like this ! feel free to give feedback and reveal your thoughts in my inbox <3

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leegemma · 2 months

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Hiiiiiii i absolutely adore how your fics match the members so well:) may i pretty pls request a fic with ler! hyunjin and lee! seungmin and the prompts 10, 33, and 93 😭🙏 LOVE YOUUU

Hi anonnnnn~

Thank you so much for your request, this was so fun to write!

LOVE YOU TOO <<333333

(sorry the end was a little rushed!)

10 - “you’re doing that on purpose!”

33 - “i am not even touching you yet!”

93 - “you’re too cute.”

Enjoy:)

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It was a boring Saturday morning, hyynjin just woke up and went to the kitchen where he'd usually find 3racha, only to see no one there. That's why it's so quiet, He thought.

He texted chan to ask where they went and got the short and expected reply of "the gym." Hyunjin rolled his eyes and started preparing a bowl of cereal, just as he was about to push the spoon in his mouth, the menace of skz, his beloved puppy, called.

Hyunjin picked up the call, "Minnie?"

Seungmin didn't say a word. Nothing. The only reason Hyunjin knew he was actually on the phone was because he could hear the chewing...

Hyunjin groaned and tried again. "Seungmin??? I know you're there, I can hear you eating."

He only got a giggle in reply, and the chewing continued, which just made the ferret get more annoyed.

"Seungmin, I swear!" Hyunjin whined. Sure, he could just hang up, but he knew that Seungmin will just keep calling until he blocks him. He just wanted to get it over with now.

"Swearing is bad." Seungmin stated.

Hyunjin could practically hear the smirk in his voice, and was currently thinking of the best way to get the puppy back. "Seungmin. I have absolutely nothing to do today and I swear I'll come right to your place and show you how funny I can be if you don't stop with this nonsense."

Seungmin giggled again and let out one last snarky comment before hanging up. "Whatever, grump."

Hyunjin was baffled for a minute before pushing that one spoonful of cereal into his mouth and grabbing his jacket, leaving the dorm immediately and heading to Seungmin's.

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Without even knocking, hyunjin slammed the front door open, even just seeing Seungmin's shocked face making him smirk.

"You actually came?" Seungmin wondered out loud.

"I told you it would happen, not my fault you didn't belive me."

Seungmin was still too shocked to notice Hyunjin's sharp movements, and before he knew it, he was on the floor with hyunjin sitting on his hips. "What are you doing, crazy!?!"

Hyunjin laughed. "Me, crazy? I'm not the one who called only to chew and not say a word!" He poked Seungmin's side teasingly, grinning when the boy jumped and squealed.

"Hey! Don't do that!" Seungmin blushed.

Now it was hyunjin's turn to giggle. "If you didn't like that I bet you're gonna hate what I'm gonna do next." He poked seungmin's tummy this time.

“you’re doing that on purpose!” seungmin whined.

Hyunjin smiled. "Yeah, that's kind of the whole point of this tickle session.

Seungmin's eyes widened with relization and he started squirming and giggling in anticipation. "No! Pleahahse!"

“i am not even touching you yet!” Hyunjin laughed.

"Lehet's kehehep it that wahahay" seungmin asked hopefully, hands held up infornt of his body protectively.

"Yeah... I don't think so." And with that, Hyunjin dug into the younger's belly with all his might, beaming at the cute boy screaming and kicking underneath him.

"NOHOHO! I'M SORRYYYYY!!!" Seungmin laughed out loud, already unable to take the intense tickling.

"Are you really though?" Hyunjin asked teasingly, giving seungmin a quick "break" by only softly wiggling his fingers on the boy's tummy and knees.

"Yehehes!" Seungmin said, hoping to get this done quickly. Hyunjin however, had other plans in mind.

"Too bad, I'm not feeling quite ready to stop yet." He shrugged, then a smirk slowly formed on his face when he thought of something. "Hey, Minnie?"

"Whahat?" Seungmin tried catching his breath, not liking the mischievous look on Hyunjin's face.

"How many ribs do you have?" Hyunjin's smirk only got bigger and bigger as he watched seungmin starting to struggle and squirm right after the question was asked.

"No! NO! Absolutely not!!!" Seungmin couldn't help the smile growing on his face.

"It's an innocent question!" Hyunjin protested.

"As if!" The younger argued.

"Tell me!" The ferret warned, his fingers beginning to flutter over seungmin's neck.

"Wahahit! I dohont know!" Seungmin panicked and started shaking his head.

"You don't? Well I should probably check for you, so that you know for your next doctor visit!" Hyunjin smiled and pat himself on the shoulder. "What a good friend I am. Arms up, now!"

Seungmin shook his head. "No way!"

"It's either you put them up, or I call Lee know hyung to hold them up for me, you know he will." Hyunjin shrugged again. "Your choice."

Seungmin groaned. "Fine!" He brought his arms up slowly, and immediately brought them back down with a giggle as soon as they were all the way up. He kept this going for a few minutes until Hyunjin finally got impatient.

"Kim seungmin! Arms up, right now! Last chance!"

"Fine!!!" Seungmin then put his arms and and took a deeepppp breath, and just as he was in the middle of taking that satisfying breath-

Bam! Hyunjin began digging into his ribs. Counting out loud. It took all the power he had to not bring his arms down, and somehow he was succeeding.

"One... two... three... careful! They're coming down! Four..." when hyunjin reached the 7th rib, seungmin let out such a scream, which made hyunjin stay there for a while longer than he was planning to...

And by the time hyunjin reached number 12, Seungmin was cackling, his arms half way down. So hyunjin did what every good friend would do, and quickly pushed his hands into both of seungmin's armpits.

Seungmin screamed and let his arms down. Flopping around in silent laughter.

Hyunjin giggled. “you’re too cute.”

And with that, he got off of the boy who now had tears in his eyes.

"You... you almost killed me!" Seungmin caught his breath.

"Oh don't be dramatic! You had at least five more minutes before you'd even pass out."

Seungmin mumbled an answer, staring in shock as hyunjin stood up and put his jacket back on. "You're leaving? Seriously."

Hyunjin smirked. "You want me to stay that bad? Nah, we're both gonna go eat out together. My treat, for almost killing you, ya know?"

Seungmin smiled softly. "I get I did kinda start it..."

Hyunjin laughed and ruffled his hair, helping him up. "Yeah, you did."

The both left the dorm shortly after, seungmin already thinking about how to get his revenge...

#tickling community #tickle fics #skz tickle #stray kids tickle #kpop tickling #skz tickle fic #lee!seungmin #ler!hyunjin

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