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Taehyung looked up as he finished writing his last wish. He was out of ideas and thought more than 5 would be excessive anyway. Glancing around him, he realized he was the first one done by a long shot. That’s okay, the others won’t take long.
They were taking forever! He was surprised the director hadn’t told them to finish up yet because he swears it’s been a whole 6 minutes. And they were still writing! Taehyung looked down and inspected the pens they were all given. It had a feather attached to the end to make it look like an old-fashioned quill.
He glanced in front of him at Hoseok, who was focused on the little notebook he was writing in. His neck was exposed. Taehyung had an idea.
Slowly, he took his pen and flicked the feathered end across the older’s neck. Just barely, to the point where he wasn’t sure if J-hope had felt it. But his worries were silenced when Hoseok scrunched his neck and rubbed where the feather had touched. He felt it, but not enough to realize what was happening.
Taehyung’s eyes lit up a bit and cracking a small smile, he tried again. This time dragging the feather a little, only for a second. Immediately, the other, once again, scrunched his neck and rubbed where the younger had tickled him. Only this time, he turned around. Taehyung jumped back and pretended to write in his notebook.
Satisfied, J-hope turned back around and continued writing. Taehyung relaxed and decided that this time, he would really go for it. Instead of going quickly, he reached forward and started fluttering the feather on the order’s neck and behind his right ear. Hoseok made a small high-pitched screech, erupting into tiny giggles and leaned forward to get away from the feeling.This caught the attention of the rest of the members who instantly melted at the sight.
“T-taehyuhuhung-ahahah qu-quit it!” He squeaked out, his voice high.
“Why?”, Taehyung replied, now standing to be able to reach him in the new position. His smile was wide. “I’m bored and you were taking forever”. He quickly swiped back and forth on the boy’s neck, making him completely scrunch up and his giggles get louder. J-hope was bent over, facing away from Taehyung, but that meant his lower back and right side was exposed, his shirt being too short.
In a split-second decision, Taehyung removed the feather from his neck and started tracing up and down the older’s side and back. Hoseok jumped and tried, but failed to protect himself, as it was impossible when the younger moved to his back.
“NohohOHOH nohoAHAhah pleASE!” He secretly didn’t want it to stop, but he would never admit that. It felt good to laugh and just be happy without the pressure of the day weighing on him. He squirmed and in one big move, fell out his chair. Laying on his back, he caught his breath, still giggling a little.
Taehyung took the opportunity. In a couple seconds, he was on the ground, sitting on Hoseok’s legs. Realizing what was happening, the boy’s eyes widened and tried to get up, but he couldn’t with the other sitting on him.
“Please don’t do this plea- hahahahahnohoho!”
His plea was interrupted when Taehyung, with a smirk, lifted the other’s shirt and dragged the quill on his left side, every once in a while, moving up to brush against his lowest rib. The older was twisting like crazy, trying to push the hand away, but he was weak. The feather was light but incredibly ticklish, and his sides were far more sensitive than Hobi had remembered.
“Hey, Hobi-hyung, need some help?” Jungkook asked. He was closed to the situation on the floor and found it adorable seeing his hyung like this. He walked over, pen in hand, and sat on Hoseok’s right side.
“Nohohoh Jungkook pleaehehse don-don’t!” He had a wide smile on his face, his eyes were almost closed. Jungkook couldn’t help but participate. He copied Taehyung’s actions on the other side, chuckling at how much it affected his hyung. By now, the other members surrounded the trio, cooing at how cute Hoseok looked, they were eager to join in.
“Wow hung I didn’t think you were THAT ticklish!” Jimin took the first step. He sat down on the floor, and put his hyung’s head in his lap, grabbing his hands so he couldn’t push back. By now, Hoseok’s shirt had ridden up enough from his flailing, that his ribs were more than exposed, and Jimin took the opportunity. Very slowly he traced between his hyung’s ribs with his own feather pen, agonizingly slow.
Hoseok was a mess. There were squeals and screeches mixed into his laughter and there were tears of mirth forming in his eyes. He was kicking like crazy. But he liked it. He liked the feeling, and the bonding, and he didn’t know why, but he didn’t want it to stop. And it seemed like the others didn’t either.
Yoongi sat next to Jimin, also interested in participating, and did what started everything. He took his feather and quickly fluttered it on Hobi’s neck and ears. His immediate gummy smile turned into a smirk as he leaned down next to his ear and whispered into it.
“Tickletickletickle... I didn’t know you were so sensitive... I would have done this a lot sooner... we could do this all day and you couldn’t do anything about it... you would just have to lay here and take it...”
By now, all of the members were joining in one way or another. Taehyung and Jungkook were swiping his sides, Jimin was tracing his ribs, Yoongi was fluttering his feather on his neck, and Namjoon and Jin were circling his stomach and dipping into his belly button. All of them, smiling and teasing.
Six feathers were on Hoseok at once, all of them light, gentle, but so incredibly ticklish. He was more sensitive than he could have ever imagined, and he was loving it, but his body had had enough. Once his laughter turned silent, everybody stopped, letting the boy curl up, rubbing away the feeling. They had all completely forgotten about the video and realized all the cameras were still rolling, the crew looking at them fondly.
ARMY is going to love this.