Summary: Seven, Zen and Yoosung decided to hang out over at Jumin’s place (Jumin did not sign up for this) when the three get into a messy wrestle fight. Unfortunately, Seven and Zen team up on poor Yoosung and decide to take things to the next level as soon as they pin him down: tickle the absolute hell out of him.
Author’s note: Was finally able to finish this asdfjkasdf I finished Yoosung’s route a long time ago, totally fell in love with this adorable cutie and here I am, pulling this fic out of the trashcan. I think anyone with an older sibling, or worse siblings, has gone through this at least once in their life. I salute thee, I’ve been there 8]]] PS: Help I’m almost at 200 followers I’m nooo t o ka y don’t look at me fasdi jas
of those rare nights where all the members of the RFA had found a gap in their
busy schedule to hang out and catch up face-to-face instead of chatting all the
time. Jumin hadn’t really agreed to this, though, but that didn’t stop them
from barging into his apartment and making themselves at home. Seven had quite
literally forced the paperwork out of Jumin’s hands and pushed him onto
one of his expensive couches.
convincing him that one night off wouldn’t hurt, Jumin wouldn’t leave his phone
alone, texting Jaehee and calling his colleagues every five minutes to make
sure they did exactly as they were told. Zen even threatened to take his phone
to which Jumin snarled in response and got up from the couch to finish his
latest business call in the kitchen.
they were watching a random drama Yoosung had found while flicking through
channels and Seven got out some of the snacks he had brought along.
was sure Jumin didn’t have any,” he said and sent a mocking glare towards the
kitchen door, fishing out some chips and popcorn and laying the bags on the
glass table in front of them. “If you make a mess it’s your funeral, though.”
says he eats super healthy but maybe he has something like a guilty pleasure,”
Zen mused after he had taken a seat right next to Yoosung who was already
stuffing his face and moving towards the edge of the couch to be closer to the
food. “Offer him some of those chocolate thingies. I’m pretty sure he’ll like
maybe I will. Let’s see if we can get him to admit he’s not a perfect human
being after alls.”
vaguely registered their words as he held the bag of potato chips, listening
intently to every word of the actors on screen. His hand worked like a robot:
scooping up a large amount of popcorn and practically throwing it into his
mouth, barely giving himself time to chew before he’d throw in the next
two didn’t seem to mind as much, probably because Seven had bought a lot of
food and there was practically enough for the four of them to last for a week.
Zen was leaning against the back of the couch, one arm lazily draped over the
edge while Seven was busy playing a game on his phone but also trying to keep
up a conversation with Zen about the series they were watching.
Jumin came back from the kitchen and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw
them. “Oi! Stop eating on my couch!”
keepin’ it clean, so stop worrying,” Seven spoke up without even looking up
from his phone. “Yoosung here, on the other hand…”
dropped a single thing!” Yoosung quickly said and held up his hands in defense.
“You know I’m not a messy eater!”
you’re a messy cook,” Zen smirked and got a good punch in the arm for
that remark. “Hey, hey! I have a photoshoot tomorrow! Be careful with my
beautiful shoulder, will you?”
that one friend with anger issues, Zen, how could you forget?”
of them got into a rather messy wrestle fight, which Jumin definitely
did not appreciate. Zen, thanks to his strict work-out routine, easily
got the upper hand and worked together with Seven to help pin Yoosung’s wrists
down, but Yoosung was having none of that and kicked out as much as he could.
Jumin was yelling at them to “fucking quit it because I will call the
police,” but the three easily ignored him, too busy trying not to lose.
took a few seconds before they rolled off the couch, almost knocking over the
table, and Yoosung cried out in frustration as Zen finally managed to pin his wrists
down on either side of his head while straddling his waist. Small bits of candy
and chips were thrown into the air as Yoosung whined and flopped around like a
fish on dry land and Seven barked out a laugh because Jumin looked so very
offended and so done.
“You two always
team up on me,” Yoosung huffed and screeched again when Seven gladly took a
seat on his lower legs to keep them from kicking. “Oof, Seven, you’re heavy!
quite comfortable. And hey, you didn’t say Zen’s heavy!”
because I’m not.”
are heavier than fat, you idiot. I think you’re heavier.”
hear little Yoosung here complaining, though.”
Yoosung called out and tried moving his legs but Seven’s full body weight was
enough to completely immobilize them. “Can you at least get off me if
you’re gonna have some random pointless discussion?”
not very uncommon and even though Yoosung still had a lot of fight left in him,
he knew he wasn’t going anywhere soon. This usually lasted until he’d get tired
of struggling or give in and say whatever they wanted to hear from him and it
was so frustrating because they always combined forces and it wasn’t fair.
they had stopped paying attention to Yoosung for the time being because Zen was
very offended that Seven was practically insulting his beauty and
grace while Jumin was still trying to get them out of his house by threatening
to leave the RFA, which didn’t work, either. Neither Seven nor Zen seemed
impressed by his words and calmly continued to debate and Yoosung laid his head
on the floor, blowing his bangs out of his face.
three stop acting like you’re five years old and go home already? I’m sure
Yoosung still has a lot of homework to do anyway.”
actually planning on playing LOLOL tonight but if these two oafs won’t
get-off-of-me-right-now,” Yoosung puffed out, trying to lift up his hands and
bending his knees again, but Zen casually pushed his wrists a little harder
into the floor while Seven shifted a little to divide his weight more. “I won’t
be able to.”
do your homework, though,” Seven said and tapped Yoosung’s thighs. “If you
promise you’re gonna do homework and do some reviewing, Zen and I’ll let you
They released a new weapon this morning and I haven’t had the chance to gain
enough experience to buy it yet!” Yoosung started struggling again because now
he really wanted to go back home to play. “It’s one of the strongest weapons
yet so homework can wait!”
can’t,” Jumin sighed, forever annoyed.
believe I’m saying this, but I agree with our nerd here,” Seven added and
nudged Zen with his elbow. “Yoosung needs a little encouragement, Zen.”
Uh-oh. Yoosung’s eyes widened at those
words and he started jerking around once again when he felt Seven’s hands on
his thighs and Zen calmly lifting his arms so he could wrap one hand around
both of his skinny wrists. The only thing he could do was dig his heels into the
floor and beg and plead before the attack would come, but his pleas fell
on deaf ears.
were now pinned above his head, his thin shirt ridden up enough to bare his
taut stomach and Yoosung knew his fate was sealed as soon as Zen smirked down
at him, wiggling his fingers right above his trembling skin.
So it’s over… Seeing everyone, all the characters (the one’s that are still alive, I guess) one last time did give me some feels. Not sure if this frame is a spoiler or not, I just love it… Maybe cause they’re my girls.
Anyhow, over the last few years, Homestuck has proven to be more than a comic… It’s really became us… the Homestucks.
Oh what’s this, I’m posting a fic? Why yes I am. Why? Because that Flarrow episode wrecked me! Also when I saw that scene (even before I watched the episode cause I saw the gifs already) I just couldn’t get this lil scene out of my head. So I decided to write it out and then thought why not post it. At least this way I can contribute to the Arrow (and Flash) fanfic community.