Stray Kids [Tickle Fics]

Stage Stuck:

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𝒍𝒆𝒆: Minho

𝒍𝒆𝒓: Chan

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"Whooo..." Minho sighed. "What a performance." He groaned at the way the tight, stiff material of his shirt hugged his curves, not allowing for an ounce of breathing room.

Chan shut the door to their hotel room behind him, fondly smiling as the dancer practically teleported to the suitcases to find something more comfortable to wear.

"Ahhh..." Minho finally found his hoodie and sweats, immediately grabbed the hem of his shirt while Chan was searching for his sweatpants.

Minho, desperate to get out of the stiff shirt that made his chest hurt, pulled it sharply over his head.

Then it happened.

"...Hyung?"

Chan turned to see what happened, just to let out a strangled laugh and hyena like cackles when Minho tugged at his arms, pinned high above his head by the shirt.

The leader could hear a small grunt and Minho's head popped up, hair disheveled and face slightly pink from embarrassment. "I might have been a teensy bit hasty..."

"Oh, Min..." Chan sighed, clearly amused. He walked over to the struggling dancer and traced along the shape of his pecs, causing poor Minho to squeak and stumble a little.

Chan hissed in sympathy at the red marks along Minho's torso, the shirt's friction causing scarring to appear.

He got the lotion, laying Lino down on the bed. Maybe he could kill two birds with one stone.

"Aah—HAHA Hyung p-please just get the freaking shirt ohofff!!" Minho giggled cutely, squirming as Chan massaged the lotion into his upper torso.

"Stay still or I'll get your armpits too." Chan deadpanned, fondness surging in his chest as Minho turned scarlet, suddenly letting out a boisterous squeal when Chan massaged the lotion into his belly button.

"Does it tickle, Minnie?~" Chan teased, spidering around the area as Minho thrashed and cackled his heart out.

"HYUHUHUNG HYUNG I CAHAHAN'T MOHOHOVE!!" Minho was teary eyed already, cute smile spread wide across his red, flushed face.

"Oh, I know. Shouldn't have gotten yourself stuck, huh?" Chan moved his fingers, gently spidering up the bare torso in front of him, earning shrieks and high-pitched giggles from the poor dancer.

Hands massaged the lotion gently into his armpits, and Minho screamed, legs drumming frantically behind Channie.

"NOHOHONONO IHIT TIHIHICKLES PLEASE STAHAHAHAHAP!!" Minho threw his head in every direction, letting out a plethora of happy little noises that had Chan's heart almost exploding in cute aggression.

"You're too cute, I really can't take it." Chan mused, leaning down to kiss his little kitten on the cheek.

He decided to give the younger a break, moving to his neck instead. Tracing along the area, he relished in Minho's whimpery, cute giggles.

"It's so nice isn't it? You act so tough in front of the fans and the others, but here, I have you giggling and squealing like this...all for me..." Chan sighed contentedly. Min squeaked at the leader's words, teary eyes looking up at Channie with almost all the love in the world.

"But of course, there are times where I need to get you back for all the mischief you've caused."

Minho's eyes widened before all hell unleashed.

Chan ducked his head down, blowing raspberry after raspberry onto the warm skin of the kitten's waist and belly button, hands reaching to knead torturously into the boy's ribs, outstretched from all the thrashing he had done.

Minho howled, stilling to let out a deafening scream before descending into the loudest laughter Chan had ever heard from him.

"STAHAHAHAAHAP OHO MY GOHOHOHOSHH—PLEHEHEHEHEASE!!"

His arms trembled in the shirt, tears dripping into the collar as he cackled and laughed and squealed until his throat went hoarse.

It was torture, but it felt so nice to laugh and laugh and not think of anything but how much happiness Min felt. He could feel his mind practically melting under Channie's fingers.

"IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES TOO MUHUHUCHH!! HYUHUHUNG I CAHAHAHANT I CANT STAHAHAP STOP STAHAP PLEHEHEHEASE AGHH!!" Minho babbled, laughter interrupting again. He was sure this was the worst wrecking of his life, he was unable to even think straight anymore.

Before he could even comprehend it, his shirt came loose; Channie had stopped and had pulled it properly off of him. Minho felt unrelenting sleepiness overwhelm him, giggling hysterically and panting for air.

"You okay, kitten?" Chan asked, slipping the dancer's once-abandoned clothes onto his boneless frame.

"Mhm...yeheheah..." Min mumbled, an unfamiliar need for the older next to him leading to the kitten grabbing Chan's waist and pulling him into an open hug.

Channie smiled as Minho shyly buried his head into his chest, arms slipping under the dancer to hold his sides, warmth seeping into his body.

"...I'll ask them to give you looser shirts."

"That would be for the best."

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