Stray Kids || Tickle Fics

The Truth

Jisung didn't know what to feel. He had been hiding in his shell for all his life, and although he trusted the seven men he currently spent every second with, he still couldn't work up to courage to talk to them. That was what was killing him. One second, he would be right outside the door frame of the room everyone was sitting in, ready as he could ever be to spill his guts out, but then the next second he would panic, and all his confidence would flow out of him.

Opening up about a fetish was not as easy as you'd think it would be. It was a hard, excruciating process of going back and fourth between being ready and never giving up to slouching away and wishing you had never started liking what you did. Not everyone is like this, heck, no one might be like this. But Jisung is, and it was an endless battle he's had to face everyday.

Now, you might be thinking that this fetish is a really bad one that you are even scared to know about-

But it's not, in fact, it's one of the most adorable ones out there in my opinion! Jisung loves- *even the author is having trouble saying this, and she's wRiTiNg it* -tickling.

Yes, tickling. The action that makes people laugh and squirm, that brings forward tons of bonding time and enjoyable moments.

Jisung has never thought about his liking in a negative way, ever. He's just thought about something even worse, that other people would think about him in a negative way, and those people are his members. He knows he shouldn't be thinking about them this way, his loving members who look out for him no matter what, but he just can't help but be afraid that they won't accept him once he tells them about his fetish. That they will look down on him and think of him as a weird person, or even worse, manage to spread the news outside of their little bubble. He could not have that, not at all.

Jisung's face contorted at the thought, and only scared himself more as he shook the words out of his head. He could never tell them. He just couldn't do it. He couldn't bring himself to do it, and it had gotten to the point where he's just started wishing someone would just force it out of him already-

"You okay, Jisungie?" Said boy flinched at the unexpected voice, and looked up to see Chan staring down at him, his eyes were filled with concern. "You're face looked like you were deep in thought again. Is something going on?"

"It's n-nothing. I'm fine." Jisung lied while quickly getting up in an attempt to walk away from the situation that was about to play out. Unfortunately, he had no such luck.

"You aren't running away from us this time." Hyunjin's voice cut through the air as he came to Chan side, reaching his arms out to tug the younger back down onto the couch. "You've been thinking too much, you're keeping something from us."

"No I'm n-not." Damn, he was doing so good with not stuttering, why did his voice have to break now? All that's left is to try and hold back the tears. "I promise." Good, no stuttering there.

"Are you sure?" Hyunjin asked, cocking an eyebrow. "We've caught you with your thinking face far too many times these past few weeks, we think something's up, Sungie."

"Hyunjinnie, I said it was nothing. I'm fine, I promise." Jisung said once again in a calm, more controlled tone.

"Okay then, you better not be lying to us." Chan scolded lightly, his loving eyes doing nothing but calming the almost shaking boy in front of him.

"I'm not, there's no need to worry about me." He assured them one last time. Jisung seemed happy that they believed him, but as the two boys walked away, he felt nothing but guilt. He had been worrying them this whole time, and it was all because he was too much of a coward to tell them about the stupid fetish he had. Unbelievable. I'm so stupid he thought as he leaned back onto the couch with a fake smile on his face, hoping no one had seen the sulky expression he made the second the two boys left his side.