#bts gassy

[skin-of-my-teeth]

Pure Gluttony

I am honestly so feral for greedy, massive Namjoon, who lazes around and gorges on anything he can get his hands on. After another hedonistic feast of gluttony, he looks down at his belly and admires the thick, fat swell under his hands. His chin rolls bulge as he smiles indulgently at the hefty gut he's growing. So many heavy, bulky layers of lard settling deeper and deeper in his gut with each feral binge, making it spill forwards over his knees. The dense weight in his middle has expanded with each meal, doubling into blubbery rolls that fold and hang, clinging desperately to the hard crest of bloat.

His chubby hands grope over the mass, digging in until he can feel his full, firm stomach underneath the sloshy blubber. It makes his insides gurgle with pressure, gas dislodging from the food and tightening under his skin. The gas bubbles up, building and swelling with bloat until a wet, guttural belch bursts out of him.

The painful ache manifests as a moan, his stuffed middle throbbing and pulsing with sharp pangs until everything settles, deliciously softer than before.

Namjoon is left panting, face red from exertion as he gets a few minutes of relief until the next wave of gas swells forwards.

[breadcheekstete]

More fat Tae please. Maybe one where he is really big and lazy?

hello hello (ôㅈô)/” you know how much i like chubby tæ so it was a pleasure to write it. i made him kinda slobby and it might be messy but i hope you like it 🖤 (i tried to make him as big as i am comfortable with, please understand)

[CW / Slob behaviour]

th has been watching the news go on for what feels like an eternity. he made the bad decision of leaving the remote on the coffee table when he turned on a movie that finished too long ago.

he could get up and change the channel? yeah. but he actually can't.

adding a whole 2l of weight gain shake, two and half gallons of ice cream to his already ample frame is his favourite activity and, honestly? he's already thinking of dinner.

you see, th is a big guy. he does not just have a gut and some spare kilos rounding his edges. and as someone that weighs 136kg, he's what anyone would call a slob.

a big belly sitting and spilling down his lap and between his thick thighs, spread open to give it some room. his arms hug the last ice cream tub, too tired to even prevent it from spilling in his already stained t-shirt. at this point he just wears it to hold his moobs in like a crop top, or even a bra, now resting pliant on the shelf that is his overstuffed belly.

he scratches at his double chin, itchi from the ice cream spilled and licks his finger clean, hiccuping a burp.

his spoon finally makes it to the bottom of the ice cream and he discards it, throwing it not so carefully to the floor. he hums, contently rubbing at the sides of his belly and pressing on the few pockets of gas.

not that he drank soda in the past hours but he's just so gassy all the time. he pats his underbelly, caressing the flabby area and dipping his finger into his belly button, expecting a burp to come out but is a loud fart what comes out instead. he even feels it rumble on his seat.

it felt really good to let out, but is not enough to ease the discomfort for dinner so he rubs circles on the expanse of his belly, taking turns with each arm so he doesn't get tired. in the end, is the hand resting on top of his belly that finds the wet belch he was looking for and he leans back on the armchair, relieved to say the least. 

the air is a bit heavy when sj comes back from work. th doesn't even hear him come in as he let out another resounding belch with his eyes closed in pure bliss.

"only you would eat ice cream as an appetizer," the older says.

th whines, belly gurgling under his touch. "if i could order something to eat, i wouldn't start from the dessert."

sj sits on the armrest, slapping his belly that barely wobbles at the motion but causes th to burp. "last time i let you order when i was still at work i found you being fed by the poor delivery guy."

th takes a fist to his chest and belches deeply, that felt so good to let out. "i wouldn't let him do it if he wasn't yøongi hyung. he knows our code."

"he knows it for emergencies!"

"it was an emergency, i couldn't get up."

sj stands right in front of him and brushes th's chin gently, daring. "can't even get up for the food you ordered yourself?"

"i'm sorry hyung, i was too full.." past full like he is right know, sj would dare to say. he's got other plans, though.

"if you can stand up by yourself and sit on the couch, i'll feed you."

"pasta with lots of tomato sauce sprinkled with weight gain powder and a 2l bottle of cola?" he asks with puppy eyes, and sj nods. it makes him so fond how under all this fat he's still the bright soul he knows.

th makes an attempt, arms quivering and belly annoyingly hard to even let him bend forward. he tries again, grunting and rocking himself back and forth to regain some strength, and then…

"damn it, tæhyung. that's gross," sj complains at the strong smell coming from the younger's agonizingly long fart he just ripped.

"you said, huff ." th stops to fan his nose. "you said i had to stand u-UuuURp, and i needed a little impulse."

"little ? the neighbors could sue us for that."

th stumbles a little as he balances himself and waddles to the couch, letting himself fall onto it and he shuts a loud cracking sound with another burst of air. "come on," he demands, patting the side of his belly. "it's dinner time."

[lovelylittledovesstuff]

wish i could have an rp partner that does adv lit and likes farting 🥺🥺🥺 ocs or bts, and preferably male farting only.

18+ only

[bangtanbraps]

Panda Express (JINMIN sickfic)

//TW!! *Pro-ship (JinMin) *18+ sexual themes *Bloating *Male masturbation *Eprocto *Desperation *MILD scat If you think anything else should be listed as a warning, please let me know! Enjoy.

***

The pair had been driving for hours, alternating the driver every few hours when one needed a break. It was a long drive down to the set location for their new television show ‘In The Soop’, but, luckily, Jimin loved long drives with his best friend Jin – they often had lots of fun gossiping and singing along to music. They had to be recorded the entire way there through a small GoPro suctioned to the windshield, but the staff had become used to editing out hours of banter between the two singers that would be too inappropriate for ARMY to hear.

Jimin looked at the car’s digital display. 12:53. Upon seeing the numbers, a sonorous grumble erupted from the younger’s stomach. Jin stifled a chuckle.

“Hungry much?” He quipped. Jimin laughed.

“Yeah. Starving. Are there any service stations nearby?”

“There should be. Could you check your phone?”

“Sure.”

He opened the maps app and searched for service stations in the area.

“Ah, yeah. There’s one five minutes away. Do you think the others’ll be hungry? Should I radio them?”

“Uhm. They might be. But why don’t we go in there on our own?” Jin took his dongsaeng’s hand into his own and interlocked their fingers. “If we go with the others, the camera crew will be forced to stop too, and we’ll be recorded the whole time. How about we have a private meal together, just us?”

Jimin couldn’t help but blush and bite his lip at his hyung’s touch. It was almost embarrassing to him that something as simple as holding hands with his boyfriend could melt him instantly.

“Sure. We can.”

*

Jin parked the car while Jimin stood in line for Panda Express. The older man soon joined him, nonchalantly taking Jimin’s hand in his own once again. He let out a huff of air.

“It’s nice to just be us for once. You know. Without the cameras and all.”

“Yeah… I like holding your hand Jinnie….” Jimin looked down to hide his embarrassed little smile. Jin placed a finger under Jimin’s chin and lifted his head to look him in the eyes.

“And I like holding your hand, Minnie.” Jin winked, oozing charisma as always. Jimin rolled his eyes playfully, though he was unable to curb his grin.

After ordering a banquet’s worth of food – and eating and chatting for about an hour – the pair were ready to hit the road again. Jin made sure to send Jimin to the bathroom before they set off; he was almost certain that this was the last service station for a long while.

*

“Don't smile on me; light on me~ Neoege dagaseol su eopseunikka~ Naegen bulleojul ireumi eopseoooooooooooo!”

“You know that I can't~ Show you me, give you me~ Chorahan moseub boyeojul sun eopseo~ Tto gamyeoneul sseugo neol mannareo gaaaaaaaaaaaaa!”

“BUT I STILL WANT YOUUUUUUUUUUUU~!”

Both of them erupted into laughter as they toyed around, impersonating the other members of the group – namely Namjoon and his infamous shower ‘singing’. Jin took the following line, with it being his own and all.

“Oeroumui jeongwone pin~ Neoreul dal- agh….” He cut mid-line.

Jimin chuckled. “Voice crack~?” Jin shook his head.

“Mmmm… no… just a stomach cramp that took me by surprise.”

Jimin’s smirk was reduced to a concerned frown.

“Are you alright, Jinnie? Are you gonna throw up? Do we need to pull over?”

“No. I’m fine. Just a silly pain.” He sighed exaggeratedly, “I’m getting older! Oh! Woe is me, Jimin!”

The act seemed to relieve some of Jimin’s worry. He laughed.

“Oh, stop it; you’re not old. You are dramatic, though.”

“Me?! Dramatic?! You must have me confused with someone else~. I have been called many things in my lifetime, but dramatic is not one- ugh-!” Jin faltered again, one hand leaving the wheel to rest on his stomach.

“Jin..?”

“I’m- Fine. Just another random cramp.”

“Jin… we can pull over-”

“No.” The hyung interrupted, “We’re already an hour behind the rest of the crew. We can’t afford to stop now.”

Jin’s stomach let out a growl, not much unlike Jimin’s from a few hours earlier… only this growl was different—slightly more ‘gurgling’ in nature and most definitely NOT from an empty stomach. Jin mumbled something under his breath that sounded like a mixture between a groan and an expletive.

“Are you sure you don’t want to pull over, hyung-”

“Does it look like there’s anywhere to pull over?!” Seokjin snapped. Immediately, he followed with an “I’m sorry, Minnie. I didn’t mean to shout. I’m just-… My stomach hurts a little.”

“I can tell…” Jimin placed a hand on Jin’s thigh, rubbing it reassuringly. “I’ll look to see if there’s a service station nearby. And I'll take the wheel as soon as we can pull over. You’ve been driving too long.”

Jin sighed, defeated. “I don’t think there are any service stations for a while. I checked at the last one. I suppose I was so busy making sure you used the bathroom that I didn’t remember to go myself.”

“Shit.”

“Language. … In fact. Turn the camera off. I don’t even want the staff seeing me like this.”

“I’m sure they’d edit it out-”

“I’m sure they would, Jimin, but I don’t even want them to go through it. We can turn it back on once my stomach ache has passed.”

Jimin nodded and reached for the GoPro, yanking it off the windshield and fiddling with it to find the power button. The little box bleeped, and the red recording light went dark.

“Done. It’s off. Feel better?”

“I’m certainly more relaxed. Fuck-. Minnie, I know this is odd, but could you please unbutton my jeans? I think my stomach needs a little more room to breathe.”

Jimin’s heart skipped a few beats until he recalled how to breathe. His face flushed pink, and his gaze slipped to the bulge of his boyfriend’s bloated belly. He gulped, hopefully inaudibly. Jin noticed the younger’s sudden change in demeanour and guffawed in reaction.

“Oh, Minnie, come on, it’s not like that~. Unless you- Uh-. Want it to be.”

Park Jimin could not believe his luck. They had been dating for nearly two years – of course, he had told Jin about his… ‘unique’ interests. Jin had been refreshingly supportive, unlike past partners who had looked down on him or laughed. That being said, Jin did state that it wasn’t something he would be interested in exploring for the foreseeable future, given the foul nature of the kink.

Because of this, Jimin left that door closed and never brought it up again. Jin had thrown a few jabs his way concerning it, but other than that, it had been left untouched. Until now. This is the first time Seokjin had ever expressed any non-joking opinion surrounding engaging in… it.

“We don’t have to.” Jimin hurried, “It’s fine. You’re uncomfortable and sick. I’ll- uh- I’ll undo your jeans for you, though.”

Jimin fumbled his fingers around Jin’s zipper, hissing a ‘sorry’ as he clumsily grazed his crotch. As soon as the zipper was undone, Jin’s bloated stomach spilt out with a relieved sigh. Jimin wished his zipper was undone. His pants were getting a little tight. Of course, Jin wasn’t fat by any means – but a buffet of service station food was enough to make anyone a little larger, idols included.

“Hhh… thank you, Minnie. And uhm-. Sorry. If this is-. Uhm. Awkward for- for you.”

Jimin’s stomach lurched. “No. It’s fine. Really. You’re just sick. It’s not like that. I’m not perverted or anything.”

Jin chuckled, slightly more relaxed at his lover’s words, “Oh, you’re not? Are you sure you’re Park Jimin?”

Jimin didn’t respond, opting to pick at his fingers instead.

*

Time stood still. It was as if the clock never changed and the sun never moved. The only way Jimin could measure the passage of time was by the intensity of the thunder that, ever more frequently, rolled inside Seokjin’s stomach: accompanied by a worsening grimace.

There had been no service stations or lay-bys, and time was taking its toll on the man’s insides. Time also took a toll on Jimin; his crotch was engulfed in the familiar heat of lust. Jin’s mind had become cloudy with desperation. He felt as though he was going to burst, and his temper was flaring. He cursed, smacking a hand on the steering wheel.

“Ugh! Why have over an hour of fucking motorway with absolutely fucking NOTHING! What if someone got into a fucking ACCIDENT? Someone could fucking DIE! This is RIDICULOUS!”

“I know, right?” Jimin echoed, attempting to ease Seokjin’s frustrations, “This is crazy.”

“If I could just piss, the pressure would go down. That’s ALL I’m FUCKING asking for! Just to FUCKING piss, and MAYBE I could make it to the set.”

Jimin rocked his feet anxiously; he didn’t like it when Jin got mad. He wasn’t violent or scary, but, having a short temper himself, he was all too acquainted with the fire that rises in one’s chest and how uncomfortable that burn can feel. A hollow jangle clacked against Jimin’s shoe. He looked down at the empty water bottles in the foot well. He swore he could hear a ‘ding!’ as his brain connected the dots and formed an idea.

“Uh. Jin. If you really think pissing would help, there are some empty bottles down here.”

Jin groaned.

“You know, normally I’d call you revolting – but, desperate times and all. Pass one over here.”

Jimin gulped once again as he kicked up one of the plastic bottles, unscrewing the cap for Jin before handing it to him.

Jin struggled to free himself from his boxers while holding the bottle and the car steady. He cursed and snarled as he grappled at his jeans, eventually dropping the bottle into his own foot well.

“FUCK. THIS IS RIDICULOUS!”

“I can help if you want. It’s gotta be hard to do fifty things at once while- uh. You have to go.”

“Fuck. Yes. Please. God, Minnie, please.”

The begging nearly tipped Jimin over the edge. He clenched his thighs to contain his ‘excitement’.

Jimin reached down, picked up another bottle, and set it between his legs as he reached over to unclothe his boyfriend’s manhood. Seokjin coughed awkwardly, willing himself to remain flaccid while Jimin touched him to avoid another issue.

Jimin took the bottle, uncapped it, took the lip and put it against Jin’s tip: ensuring he had aligned the hole with the opening and created a tight seal between the two.

“Oh-” His voice cracked. He coughed and gulped. “Sorry. Er- Okay. You should be good to go now, Jin.”

Jin did not have to be told twice. A stream of golden fluid gushed into the bottle as an exasperated sigh seeped from the host’s lips.

“Ffffffffffuck…” Seokjin exhaled. “Thank you- Oh, God-….”

Jimin’s hand grew warm as the fluid rose in the bottle. It rose dangerously high, in fact. And it was rising fast.

“Uh- Jin- I- Never mind. Just- Could you try to slow down a little?”

“Minnie, I’m mid-flow. I can’t fucking slow down.” Jin glanced at his boyfriend, then quickly returned his eyes to the road, turning pink in the cheeks.

Jimin kicked up another of the empty water bottles at his feet and swapped hands at the ochroid bottle. He brought it close to switch them when ready. His free hand picked up the empty bottle and uncapped it one-handedly.

“What are you doing?” Jin blurted.

“It’s gonna overflow. I’ll swap them.”

“You’d better not fucking spill any, or I swear to GOD.”

“I won’t. I won’t. I won’t. Trust me; I know what I’m doing. Don’t worry. Jihyun and I used to piss in bottles on road trips all the time. I’m practically a pro. Relax.”

Jin huffed, trying to remain calm and control his stream to allow Jimin some leeway for mistakes. It didn’t exactly work, but Jimin managed to swap the bottles without much help anyway.

“There. You’re good.”

Jin’s abdomen constricted as he pushed freely once again, his outflow picking up pace with another relieved sigh. Jimin twitched. If he weren’t careful, he’d have an ‘outflow’ himself.

Once the older was finished, Jimin capped both the bottles and set them down in the back seat so as not to kick them accidentally and create a mess.

“Better?”

“Fuck. Yes. Better. Miles better. It still hurts, but. Definitely better. Th-thank you.” Seokjin’s cheeks were a deep shade of rose now. Jimin didn’t want to make him any more uncomfortable than he already was.

“No problem, baby. Don’t worry. You focus on the road. I’ll keep my eyes peeled for somewhere to stop.”

Jin’s stomach bellowed in discontent, earning a similarly dejected hum from its owner. The rumbling continued one after the other, continuously. To make matters worse, they hit traffic – since they were lagging behind their entourage, they had hit rush hour.

“Fucking wonderful.” Jin retorted, sitting back in his chair and pawing at his ever more-so bloated stomach.

Jimin tried to focus on other things, but ignoring the glaring reality of Jin’s predicament was hard. Amazingly, Jin laughed.

“Oh my God, Minnie. I have to shit so fucking bad.”

This earned more laughter from both of them. The situation was quite incredulous, after all.

“I mean, we have more cups.” Jimin suggested sarcastically, “You could always shit in one of these.”

“Ha! I’ve used enough containers as toilets today for the rest of my life. I’m not sure I want to add to that number.”

It was nice to see his hyung perking up a little; Jimin knew he must be in a lot of pain.

“Well, just try your best to relax. If you need to- uh- let anything out-… You know I won’t judge.”

“What are you suggesting?” Jin reclined his seat slightly, sighing, “That I shit myself?”

Jimin scoffed, “No! I meant- like- Excess gas?” He immediately reddened. Jin noticed and smirked.

“Yeah, I bet you’d love that, wouldn’t you, you little pervert~.”

Jimin’s pants tightened again; he had certainly not been expecting that. Jin noticed this as well.

“I dunno… I’m a little scared to push….” He chuckled.

A deep grumbling noise rolled out into the driver’s seat, Jin sighing in unison with the noise – attempting to hide his smirk at Jimin’s visible arousal.

“That felt good. Sorry. I know it’s gross.”

Jimin shook his head, “Jin. You know that stuff doesn’t bother me. For… obvious reasons.” Jin cocked an eyebrow at him, his smirk revealing itself.

“Oh, yeah. Right~.”

Jin groaned, rubbing his stomach. “It looks like we’re gonna be stuck in traffic for a while… You couldn’t rub my stomach for me, could you, Minnie? It reeeeally hurts….”

Gulping, Jimin nodded and reached over to help his lover. He pressed his hand gently to Jin’s abdomen and slowly began to rub clockwise, applying slight pressure at the air pockets he could feel under the surface. It gurgled in response to the touch, Jin whining along and running a hand through Jimin’s hair in thanks.

Another bubbling rip sounded from underneath Seokjin, a sigh of relief quickly following. Jimin had to close his eyes and remind himself to stay calm despite what was happening. Bubble after bubble were released from Jin’s stomach, with Jimin’s rubbing only encouraging raunchier, deeper farts. Jin moaned with each release in an attempt to egg Jimin on; he’d noticed the growing bulge in Jimin’s jeans, and his mind was racing with indecent thoughts.

The traffic started to move again, at first shunting, then moving slowly and steadily. It was seemingly too little too late, however, as Jin’s stomach ache had worsened tenfold. At this point, he was whimpering at every touch and gasping at every fart, unsure whether it would be just air escaping him. The trouble was, he couldn’t control it. Now that he’d started releasing the gas, he’d surrendered to it involuntarily. The pain was too harsh to bear without expelling excess wind, and Jimin’s skilful hands pushed in all the right places to coax it out of his puffy gut. It had started as a teasing strategy, but, at this point, the older singer couldn’t contain his lewd noises.

“Asgh- Minnie… ouch…” Jin ripped another bassy fart into the car and rolled down the windows. “I’m sorry, this fucking sucks… I have to shit so bad you have no fucking idea. I- I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to hold it until we get to the set. Are there really no service stations nearby?”

Jimin checked his phone for what was probably the tenth time, “No… I don’t think so, Jinnie….”

“Fuck… well… could you search ‘public restroom’ and see if there’s anywhere we could turn off? A café or something. A McDonalds. Anything?”

“Uh, there’s a small village at the next exit. My stupid fucking phone won’t connect; I can’t see any bathrooms. But I can see some shops. There should be bathrooms there, right?”

Jin swerved recklessly and took the car off at the next exit. His driving was becoming more erratic the longer this went on; Jimin was starting to fear for his life. Telling him to stay calm would do no good; if anything, it would make things worse. The best he could do was sit and comfort him.

“Keep an eye out for anywhere that could have a bathroom, yeah? Ugh, oh my God…” He sat directly on his ass to apply pressure and avoid releasing anything solid. Not that it would be solid – it was way past that point. Despite this, another muffled blurt rippled from under his ass.

“I can’t see anything. Fuck. Uhm. It’s late. Everywhere’s fucking closed.”

“Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on…” Jin muttered under his breath. He was getting visibly desperate now, bouncing his free leg despairingly. “Aghhhh my fucking God, my fucking God, my fucking GOD.”

Jimin picked up his jacket from the back seat and placed it on his lap, quietly unzipping his jeans and slipping his hand over his boxers, caressing himself. Jin leaned slightly forward and pushed out a short fart. It sounded dangerous. Each blast sounded riskier than the last, and Jin was painfully aware of that fact.

“Okay, we can do this. We can do this. Come on Jin, just pay attention.”

“Just a little further Jin.” Jimin reassured, “We’ll find something, just hang on okay?”

“Mmmhmmm!” Jin groaned in a mixture of agreement and pain. He farted again. “Oh my god- Shit shit shitshitshit!”

A car pulled out from a side road, despite being behind a give-way line. Jin slammed on the breaks and the horn simultaneously, leaning his head out the window to shout a deep “FUCKING GIVE WAY, ASSHOLE! THAT MEANS STOP! FUCKING GOD!”

The driver of the other car visibly whitened at the rage, sheepishly waving his hand in apology and allowing Jin to pass.

“For FUCK’S SAKE!” Jin shot a short, sharp fart into his jeans, grunting. “Agh- Fuck! I am NOT going to shit in my FUCKING company car. This is NOT happening. FUCK!”

Jimin kept an eye out for any open businesses as he pleasured himself under the privacy of his jacket. Steadying his breathing was becoming increasingly difficult the closer he edged himself to climax. Jin’s breathing was uneven too, but most certainly not in pleasure.

“Fuck, hurry UP. LIGHT. PLEASE. TURN GREEN. … THANK YOU! This is an ACTUAL joke.” He let out an exasperated sigh, “Okay. Okay. Come on. Go. I CAN’T shit myself in the car. A FEW more minutes. You can do this. Come ON. Have you seen anything, Minnie?”

Jimin jumped a little, startled. He coughed, “nO. No. I haven’t. Sorry. I’m looking, I promise.”

“I know, I know, I know. Fuck fuck FUCK. It’s okay. Phew. We can do this. Just keep trying?”

“I will.” Jimin gasped breathily, “Yeah…”

Jin glanced over at Jimin and immediately realised what he was doing.

“Minnie! Seriously?!”

Jimin retracted his hand from his pants immediately. But, once again, Jin laughed. “Oh, my God! You really DO like this stuff, huh? I didn’t think it was THIS bad!”

“S- Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Jin turned the car round the corner to double back and check the street again, “I’m glad you’re getting something good out of this, even if I’m fucking dying. It’s nice to see you… uh…” He coughed, “Turned on. By me.”

They both flushed at the same time. The moment was interrupted by another deep fart. It sounded wet.

“Shit. Fuck. NO. Not now. NO.”

“Did you-…?” Jimin started,

“NO! It was JUST GAS! Come ON, why are there NO FUCKING TOILETS?!” He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel anxiously, sighing to calm himself. “I can do this. I can do this. I can. I can, I can, I can.” Another alerting wet fart. Jin yelped. “NO! No, no, no, no! I can DO this!” His stomach screamed in pain, and another deep, wet fart ensued. Jimin moaned, immediately covering his mouth and widening his eyes.

“Shit. Sorry.”

Jin chuckled nervously, “It’s fine. You keep. Uhm. Doing what you’re do-” Another close fart. “SHIT. It’s fine. It’s fine. It’s. Uhm. Just a little.”

Jimin’s face flushed a deep shade of scarlet and his cock twitched in his hand. Jin wasn’t going to make it. There were no bathrooms. Jimin knew this because he had purposefully led him to an area where there weren’t any.

“I… I have a spare pair of jeans if you-…”

Grumble. Groan. Splatter.

Jin hit the breaks. Luckily the road was entirely empty.

He raised himself up slightly, leaning on the wheel, in a somewhat ditch attempt to not get it on the seat, Jimin reckoned. He slammed a hand on his ass, willing it to stop.

But it was already coming, no pushing necessary. Jin screeched as the hot liquid spattered into his pants and seeped through his jeans, creating a growing dark patch. Still half-standing, Jin swerved the car off the road – once again – and shoved his door open, throwing himself into the bushes by the silent sidewalk. Well, once his pants were off, the sidewalk was everything but silent.

A cacophony of squirts, farts and yelps rung in the area as Jin unloaded what was left in his bowels into a bush.

A white flash hit Jimin’s retinas and he finished in his hand, crying out in pleasure as his boyfriend cried out in pain.

Jin was reduced to tears as the searing liquid burned his hole upon exit. It was never ending. His favourite jeans would have to be thrown out, he had shit himself in front of his boyfriend, they were late on set and he was going to get an earful about it… and Jimin was orgasming. Surprisingly, this made him feel better. A lot better actually.

As another lurch punched his stomach, Jin caught Jimin’s eye. He purposefully rolled his eyes back and moaned as the liquid hit the floor, streaming out of him.

“Agh~! Oh, Minnie~! It hurts sooooo bad~… I have to shit so bad~…” Jin moaned, earning a moan from Jimin in return.

Jin slammed his hand onto the lamp post beside him, feigning gripping to it for support. Jimin was now turned to face him, stroking his cock openly, his eyes clouded with lust and his mouth agape.

With one look, they both knew that this would be the night they would lose their innocence to each other.

[caleb-alfa-centauri]

Baby's tum-tum hurts

BTS Sope Sick fic/ Little space

Warning: Sick fic, Hoseok in little space and out of it. Yoongi his boyfriend and caretaker. Past trauma, abuse, and safe little space.

Mention of emeto, abdominal pain, cramping, scat, burping, explicit diarrhea description. Non sexual, non kinky. Abdominal medical and doctor play examination. Medical mentioned. Doctors medical devices, sad baby, bloated belly, gassy, noisy tummy, Hurt-comfort.

Summary:

Hoseok wakes up early to go to work, Yoongi is having a bath, but Hoseok discovers he doesn't feel good. His stomach hurts a lot, and whenever he feels sick, his coping mechanism is to go into little space.

Yoongi is his boyfriend, and when his boyfriend is in little space, he makes the role as an older brother, who takes care of baby Hobi.

Yoongi knows his boyfriend would slip into his little space mindset when he is tired, overwhelmed, sad, or most common sick.

Hoseok had woken up, as soon as he try to sit in bed, he felt sick all over, his stomach hurt a lot, he felt nauseated, and his abdomen was cramping badly.

He returned to bed, and knowing he had an awesome partner, boyfriend and caretaker, he left himself slip into his little space. Little Hobi felt so sick, he curled in a ball, and began to sob quietly.

Yoongi had went out the shower, and he couldn't find his boyfriend in the kitchen, usually je would be making breakfast for both, or trying to shower as well. He walk to the bed, fearing his boyfriend was sick.

"Baby?" He asked noticing the younger one still in bed.

"Yoonie?" The little one asked, it was a name for Yoongi, when Hobi was in little space head. "Yoon...." The little baby sob.

Yoongi understood his little one was sick, but he didn't knew how severe it was. He needed to call in sick for both, but he couldn't call their work, until he knew what was ailing his baby boy.

"Baby Hobi, what's wrong my little baby?" He asked even softer, he say beside Hobi in bed. The little boy had his arms surrounding his torso. "Tell Hyungie what's wrong...."

"Hyungie....Yoonie... Hobi's tum-tum hults...." The little one said, his voice sad.

"Oh no, again? Baby, come here, Yoonie will take care of it for you, probably you just had something bad for dinner, with a tummy rub and medicine we can solve it. " Yoongi told him patiently, soft and caring. "Come here, sit on Hyungie's legs, here I can rub your small baby tum-tum."

Hobi moved outside the bed, the little one sat on his Hyungie's legs where he felt safe, but when Yoongi was about to touch his abdomen to see the damage, the little poor baby, who was so sick, couldn't even tell his older brother, his tummy was hurting to much.

Baby Hobi felt his belly churning,he could feel a lot of movement, bubbling and pain before it happened. He heard his tummy going Wilde with awful noises.

Yoongi heard the bubbling coming loud and strong from his little one's tummy, and the next thing he knew was his poor baby, was having explosive diarrhea on top of both.

The brown hot gush of liquid came from little Hobi's butt, in seconds both were covered with the little one's diarrhea fluids.

Hobi began to cry hard, the little one kept on sobbing and screaming his lungs, his tummy felt so bad, he couldn't stop from whaling.

Yoongi had to carry him to the bath tube, they shower and bathed, then he cleaned their clothes and bed sheets, he replaced them for other ones, and when they were clean and done, he brought his little one to the bed, Hobi had a diaper, and a pajama with bears,the t-shirt was a children shirt he loved wearing in little space. But his tummy was so bloated the shirt was all stretched out. He had stopped crying at least.

"Yoon Hyungie....Hobi is sorry... tummy ouchie...poo poo came ...sorry..." He said shyly.

"Don't worry baby, is not my little baby's fault. Baby Hobi's poor and sick tum-tum needs medicine. How are you feeling baby? Is it too painful?" Yoongi asked, he smile warmly but he was worrying like crazy. He hate watching his little one in pain, and he was tired from cleaning the diarrhea.

Hobi nod so sad. "Yoonie, Hobi's tum-tum hurts. .." the little one said his little hands on top of his distended tummy. Even though he was sad, even in little space Hobi was always positive and happy, so he had try to smile for his Hyungie who he loved so much. "Tum-tum...roars....gurg....gurg... tummy is angy..."

When Yoongi had bathed his little one, he had noticed how distended was his poor stomach, the baby boy had a canon ball for stomach, a bowling ball on the stomach, or even a pregnant looking abdomen. This concerned him a lot. His baby Hobi was bloated and so swollen. And the poor abdominal surface kept on producing awful sounds.

"Baby Hobi's tum-tum needs to be seen by a doctor. Baby I'll make a tummy doctor appointment again, so you can have that poor sick painful tummy examine again, I'll call your special doctor, he has to listen to this angry tummy. Yes baby?" Yoongi told his little one, he was sitting beside the poor distended boy.

"No Yoonie, pwease no....Hobi don wan to.... Doctors hult... tum-tum.....nooo pwease no..." The small child complain miserable. The poor baby hated his "tummy doctor" his gastroenterologist knew about his little space and treated him like a baby boy. But he hated having his tummy all examine everywhere around and on the inside.

In all that time his poor sick belly haven't stop from doing all those awful sick sounds. Everything was moving inside of his small but distended poor tummy.

"Oh, don't cry baby, Yoonie needs to take his baby to the tummy doctor. Can you hear that baby?" He asked concerned he placed his ear delicate over his baby's poor ballooned stomach.

Hobi nod. "Is Hobi's tum-tum...my tum-tum is noisy....Yoonie.... tum-tum doesn't feels good...." He said, his baby hands pressed against the noisy big abdomen. "Yoonie....is Hobi pwegnant ...? Hobi's tum-tum is so big...." Hobi said excited, he was so curious he was drumming his baby bloated massively distended abdomen like a little drum, using little hands.

Yoongi giggled at his little one curiosity and imagination, Hoseok was always so full or energy, curiosity and excitement even been sick. "No sweetheart, Hobi is just full of air, your tum-tum is so sick, it bloated, so that's why you are so big, little Hobi's tum-tum looks like a balloon." Yoongi kiss the boy in his tiny head and then on the big tummy. "You know why Hobi's tum-tum is so loud baby? Why it has inflated so much? And why it keeps moving so much and hurting?" Yoongi asked to convinced him.

The big tummy gurgling madly, the baby's cheeks turned red. He hated his tum-tum growling.

"tum-tum is sick?" He asked. The baby boy understood Yoongi's point of view.

"Yes my poor baby, little Hobi's tum-tum is so sick, that's why you are having diarrhea too." Yoongi said. Hobi nodded.

"Yoon, Hobi don wanna have tum-tum so sick... tummy ouchie.." .the little one said drumming still his distended abdominal cavity. "Yoonie ... Hobi is afraid....doctor hurts Hobi or tum-tum?"

Yoongi relaxed his baby wasn't crying any longer. He was curious asking. "Want us to play tummy doctor, so you know what your tummy doctor is going to do?" Yoongi Asked having an idea.

Hoseok was excited, he clapped his little handsies. "Yes Yoon Hyun ...Hobi wanna play doctor....."

Yoongi had a medical equipment it was from his cousin who was a doctor, so he placed on the white rob, and using the real stethoscope, he took baby Hobi to other room, where there was an individual bed for guests, and that was just cover with a white sheet to simulate a doctor's examining table.

Yoongi carried his baby, and placed him in the middle of pf the bed. He took a chair next to it. His baby was laughing through the pain, he loved playing doctor.

"Now once we are inside the tummy doctor office, in a bed like this one, the doctor will ask questions. Like this. Little baby Hobi, how is your tummy? Do you have pain? Tummy troubles? Do you have nausea, diarrhea or vomit?"

"I see Yoonie....Yes Doctol Yoons... Hobi tum-tum is so sick....Tum is big... Hults...is noisy....moves a lot....and Hobi did poo poo before...." Hobi the cute boy said playing doctor with his Yoonie Huingie.

"Perfect, that was easy..."

"Is that all?" Hobi asked unsure and excited thinking it was over.

"No my cute baby, my baby boy, next is examining Hobi's poor tummy...."

Hobi was sad again. "Does it hults?"

"No baby, look, as Hobi's poor tummy makes a lot of bad tummy noises, your tummy doctor needs to hear your tummy, he will placed a little device, that is cold but it doesn't hurts, over baby's tum-tum, he will listen all those tummy sounds...." Yoongi explained patiently.

"How Yoonie? Are you also going to listen inside .... Hobi's noisy tum-tum?" The little one asked confused.

"Yes, let's begin, your Doctor will ask you to uncover your pretty stomach. Baby Hobi, can I uncover your tummy to listen inside?" Yoongi asked he placed the stethoscope on, and lifted showing it to Hobi.

"it hurts?"

"No baby, is just cold...." Yoongi said.

His little one nod. And placed his little hands at the sides of his body, so his Yoonie could move his clothes.

He uncovered his little one's horribly distended abdominal surface, his poor baby Hobi's abdomen was so big, it inflated worst, with each breath, the rounded big swollen and protruding stomach, was bursting from how big it had inflated all inside.

Yoongi even had to open his baby's diaper, so he could also hear the most lower belly. The little ones stomach kept on producing horrible abdominal sick noises everywhere and each time he breath.

Hobi was nervous looking how his Hyungie's hands rolled his t-shirt up, he noticed his tummy looked so bad. "Yoonie... tum-tum is so big...is it ugly?" He asked poking his tummy that trembled like jelly.

"No sweetheart, Hobi's tum-tum is the cutest thing, I promise, it's just that, Hobi has a balloon tummy right now, but doctor would also like Hobi's tummy." Yoongi said lying, he felt distress noticing how big his little one's tummy was, all sick and hugely expanded. "Hobi's tummy sounds like a drum or a balloon." he said drumming carefully and soft his baby's poor ballooned stomach it bounced and jumped everywhere. "Doctor will have fun curing your tummy sweetheart."

The child again laugh watching his tummy being drummed in and producing drumming echoes. "Now baby, I'll hear inside, please don't move, and don't talk, Doctor Yoons need silence to listen inside his Hobi." Yoongi took the cold stethoscope that was already warm, and placed it on top of the big abdominal cavity, there he could hear. The turmoil inside his baby boy. He listened everywhere. On his navel, the lower belly, his huge sides, his top belly, and mostly over his bowels.

The little one was curious watching his aching tummy being listen inside with the weird machine. He was quiet and not moving, he felt how the small cold metallic object slides through his balloon stomach. He felt a little shy, he knew his Yoonie Hyungie was listening attentively all those awful noises his tummy did. He felt a little embarrassed.

"Want to hear inside yourself?" Yoongi moved the apparatus to his baby's ears, the small child was excited, big open eyes, gasping in excitement. "Yoonie,.... tum-tum.....noises.....bubbles..... Hobi tum-tum is so mad, is grumpy...."

Baby Hobi have never heard something so awesome he heard bubbling, rumbling, water and bubbles everywhere.

Ones Yoongi finished listening inside his little baby tummy, he continue. "Baby, ones your tummy doctor has finished hearing inside, he needs to touch Hobi's sick and big tum-tum. He will press, touch, poke, prode, and sink his fingers on baby Hobi's tum-tum jelly big surface, like this." Yoongi said explaining everything to his baby sick boy.

"Ow Yoonie, tum-tum hurts.....Does Hobi tummy doc has to listen to my tum-tum? Does he need to touch Hobi in his tum-tum?" The little one said drumming still his stomach.

"Yes, but why baby?" Yoongi said he had stopped palpitations over his poor baby boy's sick and swollen abdominal cavity.

"Tum-tum is big so Hobi is shy ..." The little one admitted feeling shy. "Tum-tum is so noisy..... Tum-tum is so sick....Hobi is embarrassed..... tum-tum so sick, having Tum like this ... Makes Hob nervous..."

"I know baby is uncomfortable but no one expects Hobi to have a healthy Tum baby, Hobi goes to his tummy doctor when he is sick. So doctor would be there expecting us, with you, with the sickest tummy ever. He understands Hobi tummy does noises and is big because baby is sick. In fact Hobi is sensitive in the tummy, so that's why we already have a specialized doctor for your tum sweetheart. He already has listen that cute tummy."

"Okay....Yoonie can we still play doctor before going to real tum-tum doc?" The little one asked.

"Yes my baby.... Then the next step is palpation, doctor would need to feel those organs inside Hobi's tummy so he will press like this everywhere...." Yoongi began to press his baby tummy lightly and feeling each organ inside, moving in circles his hands, all the way from the top, to the lower tummy.

"Ar we done?" Baby asked believing it to be all it was left....

"No my baby, Doctor then needs to drum Hobi's balloony tummy, he needs to drum your cute little drum belly.... It helps doctor asses Hobi's poor tummy condition...."

Hobi was laughing again. "I like...Hyungie ...you drumming my tum-tum..... do it! Pwease play with Hobi's Tum....pwease!" The little one was clapping his hands excitedly.

"Then Hobi, can you breath in, and hold the air inside tum-tum, I want to see that tum-tum-tum getting bigger baby, inflate more that cute balloonie abdomen, all round and cute.....yes like that, hold in like that, come on baby, I know Hobi can do this... Baby boy push the tummy out.....Good boy!"

Hobi was so happy he loved playing with his Hyung, and he loved having the tummy so big, he had began to enjoy having a little balloon shape in his tum-tum. "Hobi is a good boy...." He said pushing even more his noisy and sick huge abdomen......"

Yoongi got even more concerned with the shape it got. It grew so much, and he got even more concerned he had never seen that size on his baby's abdominal distentions over the years.

"Baby close your eyes for me..." Hobi obey, and when he closed his eyes, he took a photograph,he needed his baby's abdomen in display so sick like that to show his baby's tummy special doctor. "Now don't move, Yoonie is going to measure that cute little stomach baby."

Baby Hobi opened his eyes and nod. He was happy watching how his Hyungie measured his belly, placing a tape measure device, under his back and surrounding all his protuberant abdomen.

"New record baby, Hobi's tummy is so big....you can stop pushing now, it must hurt, let me go for something quickly wait here."

Baby nod. Hobi lay there, with his diapers a little open at the waist, and all abdominal in display, he filled the room with his awful abdominal sick noises. He was farting like crazy, but at least he wasn't pooping his diapers yet.

Yoongi had went and called his doctor assistant. Jimin, was Doctor Seokjin's assistant. He ask all the information. Yoongi send the picture,the recording he had take, and the measurements of his little one's abdomen. The doctor said he was so sick, he make a little space to see one of his favorite patient. He said to bring him in after meal time, to see the baby's tummy reactions to his meal, he needed to have a full belly to see if he continue pooping or vomiting.

Yoongi returned to see the room smelled like rotten eggs, and little Hobi was sad. "What's wrong baby? Baby farted? Tummy is so sick right baby?"

Hobi nodded with his cheeks flushed. "Hobi is stinky...." He said and a tear rolled.

"No baby, is just that Hobi tummy is so sick. Tell the doctor your tummy is gassy, he needs to know how bad little Baby's farts smell...." He said rubbing his little one's belly, the big ballooned stomach sagging like jelly.

"Doctor need to know Hobi farts stink?" He asked confused.

"Yes baby, he needs to know, so he can understand why baby's stomach is sick and hurts. Now let's continue, I'll drum your little belly, as the doctor will."

Hobi got happy he clapped his hands. "Yes Hobi loves when Yoonie drums tum-tum..."

Yoongi began to drum more lightly than the doctor would do it. He playful drum his little baby in his cute but sick big tummy. Each time the poor abdominal distended cavity jumped, his belly sagged, trembled and bounced like a real ball. Baby Hobi at first was enjoying the drumming noises, but soon he felt pressure inside.

Yoongi heard how when he drum on the little stomach, the noises came worst, and the tummy bounced to much. He had never seen his baby this sick before.

Each time his hand collided with the naked abdominal sick shape, little Baby Hobi would burp, or fart even more.

"yoonie.... tum-tum jumps! Tum-tum....jumps....* The baby said noticing how his poor belly moved all over the place. "Doctor will make Hobi's tum-tum jump?"

Yoongi smiled warmly to this little one who was curious. "Yes, probably because Hobi's tummy is so big, it bounces, my poor baby has currently a little ball for stomach, you are so gassy baby, do you want to go to the bathroom?"

The little boy denied. "Yoonie ... That's all tum-tum needs?" Hobi asked watching his stomach inflate and deflate still naked, and still rumbling so angry.

"Yes baby, once that is done, Doctor will know hot to cure your little stomach.

The child laughed again at ease even though he had a lot of pain, and he couldn't stop farting rotten eggs.

Yoongi had to open a window without his little one noticing it, the stench spoke of how sick was baby Hobi's poor tummy.

Yoongi had also message Seokjin their doctor, about the gassy belly, the stench, the horrible flatulence episodes his baby was having.

The doctor asked to listen to it, and to the baby's stomach, so Yoongi asked his baby.

"Baby, tummy doctor wants to hear your tummy, how about we call him, so he can see and hear little Hobi's sick tum-tum. He loves having sick bellies to examine, he will love yours ..."

"Really? He loves my tum-tum-tum like this?" The innocent kid asked excited, not knowing it was to hear his farts, and his noisy abdominal noises.

"Yes, baby. Shall we?"

The baby nodded. Yoongi used his computer to video call his Gastroenterologist Seokjin, he placed de laptop on baby's Hobi legs, from there Seokjin could see the child with the most protuberant abdomen he had ever seen the little one with, and also he could hear the most awful noises a stomach ever made, the farting was constantly, and he could listen clearly how the little one's farts wounded wet horrendous, and long. He understood the little one was suffering with an awful pain.

Once th video call ended, Seokjin instructed Yoongi to skip the meal, and to bring inmidiatly the little one to his personal office.

"Baby, doctor was so excited with your cute stomach, he said he wants to examine you now. Lest get ready to go to your Tummy Doctor appointment." Yoongi said sadly.

The baby nodded still bothered with the cramping the abdominal pains, and farting. Yoongi dressed him again closing the diapers, placing on some pants, and a hoodie, then he took extra clothes, diapers, and cleaning supplies. He carry his baby and took him to the hospital.

They already knew the little one, they had been attending him, ever since he first was sick I'm little space, so Hobi felt safe there, no one judge the little baby.

Yoongi went in with his sick baby boy. He placed the kid on the examination table. Seokjin asked Yoongi to undressed him and he did. Hobi was at ease because he already knew that would happen.

Seokjin began to listen to the bays stomach, but when the palpation began, Hobi began to sob so hard. Yoonie had lie to him, his tummy was so sore and big it hurted so much, and Seokjin was trying to press more lightly but still he needed to assess the bloated abdomen.

"Don't cry baby...."

"Yoonie say it won't hurt tum-tum..." The little one whined.

The doctor spend a lot of time palpating the baby's poor stomach. Hobi felt so sad, he wanted to stop, but for some reason the doctor kept pushing inside his tummy.

"Baby, your belly is so sick, it is big, I can't asses you that well. What did Hobi ate to have his stomach this big and sick?" Seokjin asked.

"He ate normally what he would, but yesterday Hoseok went to a party and probably he ate something he should have not." Yoongi explained. His baby was farting so bad the doctor understood finally the stench Yoongi had mentioned, he didn't say anything.

"Had Hobi's stomach being sounding like this?" The doctor asked again.

"Yes, all morning....he had diarrhea." Yoongi said.

When the doctor was trying to drum his belly, the baby sob harder, it hurts his tummy so bad, and he had diarrhea without noticing all the diaper ended up full in his diarrhea fluids.

Yoongi cleaned his baby, and put him a new diaper. The doctor continue examining him.

"That's it?" Yoongi asked ..

Hobi felt so sad, nothing was the way he had expected it to be. Everything was wrong with his tummy doctor appointment. All Yoongi played with him and explained to him was different.

"No, I have never seen him this sick before. I think he has a gastrointestinal strong virus or infection. He needs to stay so we can keep him under strict vigilance. First, I need you to feed Hobi his meal, a light, digestible meal, liquid diet, I'll give you a private room, and there they would take his meal. I need to do other abdominal examination once he is digesting the meal, to see how his tummy reacts to it."

Yoongi nodded, he already knew Hobi needed to be hospitalized. He had appreciated the private hospital room, as not all people understood Hobi when he was in little space, and he didn't want anything to alter, cause more distress or embarrassed his little one.

Hobo felt sad, he understood he needed to stay at hospital so he began to cry.

Once they had been moved to the room, Hobi was placed in the bed, some devices minoring his signs, and an IV connected to his little hand.

He was sobbing quietly, he didn't want to upset Yoonie, his poor Hyungie. His little but bloated stomach hurt so much, and they have him just in his diapers, because of the fever he had.

"Yoon....Hobi....wan to go home....." He said sadly.

"I know baby, but your tummy doctor wants you to eat, so he can examine you again on a full tummy, to see if you are digesting correctly." He explained to his baby, he sat beside the bed and he kept rubbing his tummy. The stomach kept on gurgling angry.

"No Yoonie....No. Hobi need more examinations? Why? Why with tum-tum full?" The little one asked.

"Yes baby. Because he needs to listen again your tummy but working, digesting food, to see if you still have diarrhea or grassy bowels ..." He explained to his baby boy.

"If Hobi has tum-tum examine..... Hobi can go home?" The little one ask again.

"Yes baby."

When the food arrived, Yoongi fees his baby the liquid diet, soups, liquids and more liquids. The baby ate and drank everything, his poor little tummy bloated more, his tummy was worst, the noises it did were unstoppable and unhealthy. His little stomach had became a gurgling burbling pot. He was so swollen, and full of liquids that each time the baby breath, or move, his tummy sloshed all around and inside.

Seokjin returned back to the room, he closed the door, and was shocked to find his little patient more sick than before, the little one's abdomen had grow and double the size. It was even more noisy, and seemingly for the child's tears, also painful.

Seokjin struggled to examine again, each time he placed the stethoscope, the noises would distorted. Then pressing his stomach and palpating it proves to be imposible, ad the little one had a lot of pain and whine each time his massive abdomen was touch. Finally he try to drum his abdomen, it was the most painful, embarrassing and uncomfortable experience for baby Hobi's tum-tum. He felt the pressure, and also saw how his stomach sound worst, all sick, and sloshed each time the doctor hit his tummy making it bounce up and down.

Hobo finally relaxed believing it was over, but for his bad luck and frustration his hospital trip was barely beginning. "His stomach is so big, noisy and sick, I couldn't examine him properly, we will need to do, lab examination, imagery examinations, scans, an ultrasound and probably he will need to spend the night, the virus he has is really strong one .

Hobo cried so hard when Yoongi explained his little one, what was needed. He was so sad and afraid, they drew out his blood, his pee and poop were taken in samples to be examined, and the worst part was, he needed to have his stomach naked under some strange machine that was the x-rays, then his stomach was scanned with a noisy machine, and finally Seokjin ultrasound his tummy, the baby boy had his tummy so big, the ultrasound looks if he was expecting a child, from how huge his poor stomach was.

He spend all the rest pf the afternoon and night, with bad diarrhea, vomits, horrible noisy, bassy, smelly and rotten farts. His gassy belly was producing a lot of air and gas inside so he looked like a balloon the next day.

He cry so much, and Yoongi remained by his side, rubbing his baby boy's tum-tum softly, giving it kisses. Cleaning him from diarrhea or vomit episodes, and trying to make him eat or drink water.

Like that the baby spend other morning and in the afternoon he was finally left to go home. Still with a lot of medicine, with the strongest intestinal viral infection he had ever had. But with sweet Yoongi taking care of him.

The end.

[bangtanarejustboysafterall-blog]

Anybody who knows Jimin knows that he lives for praise. The boy can hardly let anybody else receive a compliment without him becoming envious, and needing some form of reassurance.

It was even shocking for him though, that the familiar feeling of envy would come over him over such a ridiculous thing..... Tae and himself were having a burping contest; and Jungkook happily accepted the role of being the judge, since he himself was the "king of belching".

Jimin let out a long deep burp, one that he was almost certain was enough to win right then and there just because of how long it was. Jungkook and Tae both looked at him, impressed. Jimin's burps were never usually that long.

No moment sooner, a massive belch escaped Taehyung. You could hear that he was holding that one in all day, the satisfaction even clear on his face. Tae smiled proudly, knowing that belch put him in the lead. He looked over at Jungkook, anticipating his reaction. He then looked over at Jimin, who was pouting like a child who had just been put into a time out.

"Looks like I have competition" Jungkook laughed.

Jimin could feel his cheeks burning up. Naturally, a tiny bit of jealousy sparking within him after hearing Jungkook's praise towards Taehyung.

Jimin's competitive side immediately took over. He didnt really know why it bothered him so much, but being the competitive brat he was, Jimin took an enormous gulp of air, swallowing as much as he could. He did that a few more times, feeling a belch forming. Even if he had wanted to hold it in, it had ripped its way up his esophagus and echoed throughout the hotel room. It almost sounded like it hurt. Needless to say, it left the other two boys in complete awe. If they had not seen it come out of Jimin, they would have not believed that would come out of him.

Before Tae even got the chance to redeem himself, Jimin began forcing out belches. One after another, long and loud burps that were most definitely loud enough to disturb the people staying in the rooms beside theirs. It would honestly be shocking if someone did not complain with the amount of obscene noises coming from their hotel room. He let out another string of disgusting belches, then let out a huge sigh of relief when he was finally finished.

"Excuse me" Jimin said, giggling after he was done presenting his round of belches that could almost put Jungkook to shame.

"Where did that all come from??" Taehyung laughed. He pouted, giving up on the spot. He gave the win to Jimin, Jungkook nodded in agreement.

Tae knew that there was no sense in even trying at that point. He could burp well, but even he was aware that he would not be able to force out belches like THAT. It may have been a different story if he was gassy to begin with instead of trying to force out burps. Besides, he could tell that Jimin was trying so hard to win, it was actually quite adorable.

"Yeah, I was almost convinced that you could burp better than me" Jungkook complimented Jimin.

"Almost" Jungkook added, before he pushed out a roar of a belch himself. It was just to reassure himself that he could not be beat.

Jimin felt himself blush at the compliment, his cheeks becoming even more rosy than they usually were.

( SORRY ITS PRETTY CRAPPY BUT ITS 1 am and I CanT SLEEP ♡ I DECIDED TO JUST WRITE A SHORT LIL STORYYYY OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD , 😓😂💕💕)

[heave-hyung]

Can I request Jimin having a bloated and incredible rock hard belly all day so bad that he even unbuttons his pants in front of the members and at night he gets horrible gas pain but he doesn't want to let go because he shares a hotel room with Jungkook so he just squirms a lot till Junkook wakes up and comforts him with belly rubs?

A/N: I assumed that by “gas pain” you were aiming for eprocto, so that’s what i mentioned...it’s not graphic or anything, since I wasn’t positive, and I aimed for the whole bloated and cuddling aspect of the request as best as i could, but it is in here!! If you don’t like it, feel free to send another ask telling me to rewrite it, lol.Jimin had made a mistake.         Last night, the boys went out to celebrate the final show of their time in America before heading off elsewhere to continue their tour a few days later. It was fun; so fun, in fact, that Jimin ended up getting so caught up in the happiness of their successful concerts and the heavy buzz he’d taken on that he overindulged a bit. American food has never really sat well with him, but it was a particularly greasy selection that he’d paid no mind to the consequences of.And now he’s paying the price.He didn’t drink enough to be hungover, but he’d eaten enough to wake up to a horribly bloated belly and a bad stomach ache. Jimin blows out a deep exhale, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and pressing a hand to the taut flesh of his unhappy tummy with a grimace. He stands up and stretches, glancing over to Jungkook’s unmade bed on the other side of the hotel room—since when does Jungkook get up before him? Jimin makes his way out to the kitchen, all of the others already getting ready to eat a (rather late) breakfast. Hoseok is the first to notice Jimin’s arrival, smiling at him. “Hey, sleepyhead. I was just about to go wake you up...make sure you didn’t die, you know, since Jungkook never gets up before you,” he says, shooting a glance to the maknae who’s currently too involved in some game on his phone to notice. Jimin chuckles softly, taking a seat at the table along with the others. Jin emerges from the kitchen to put plates of various breakfast foods on the table before sitting down himself. The boys are quick to fill their plates while Jimin sits idle and stares at his empty one instead.Jin looks at him, concern in his eyes. “Aren’t you gonna eat?”Jimin shakes his head. “Ahh, I’m not hungry...”“You should at least eat something, though,” Hoseok chimes in from beside him.“I’m really not...” Jimin trails off as Jin puts a few pieces of toast on his plate for him, clearly not taking no for an answer. The vocalist sighs deeply, but obeys anyway, slowly but surely managing to eat the meager three pieces of toast. Though toast is recommended for stomach aches, putting anything, even that, in his body only worsens the bloated feeling and gurgly ache. As he sits, waiting for everyone else to finish, he slides a hand under the table to undo the button of the jeans he’d fallen asleep in from last night; they certainly weren’t helping his case, after all. Jimin glances to the others, hoping none of them noticed. Jin, however, who had had his eyes on the younger man out of worry, quickly picked up on his discomfort.“You’re that full from toast?” He asks, looking Jimin up and down.“Huh? I...no, I just…”“Last night?” Jin suggests quietly, careful not to attract the attention of the other boys who can obviously hear the conversation but aren’t paying any mind to the words being said. Jimin nods sheepishly, wincing as his stomach cramps up and putting a hand into it. Jin hums sympathetically, pausing for a moment to think before standing. “I’ll get you something.” The younger vocalist opens his mouth to protest, but Jin’s already gone, and he returns in record time with a glass of water bubbling with the antacid he’d just dropped in it. By now, all of the others are aware that something’s up. Jungkook,, who’s sitting right next to Jimin, runs a hand up and down his spine. “You okay, hyung?”“I’m fine, yeah, I’m...I’m okay,” Jimin insists, blushing at the sudden attention over something so small. The boys get the hint and drop the topic, though they all spare concerned glances towards Jimin every so often. It seems like ages before they’re finally cleaning up and Jimin can head back to his room and relax for a bit before they all end up going out again anyway.Jimin manages to handle his discomfort rather well, smiling through the pain and making it through the rest of the day, at least partially distracted by the others. It couldn’t get worse or anything, and it would have to be gone by night, right? That’s what he convinces himself of throughout the day, how he reasons with himself when he ignores his predicament to join the others in eating junk anyway.That’s the second mistake he makes.When they do finally get home, he’s even more bloated than he had been before, sodas and snacks being shared over the course of their day out and about now making things even worse. And, as if that wasn’t bad enough, Jimin can feel gas bubbling inside of him. That wouldn’t bother him so much if he had a room alone, but he’s sharing a room with Jungkook, too. Jungkook likes to cuddle with him. And he’s particularly clingy tonight. How is he supposed to hide it then?Jimin and Jungkook have both gotten ready for bed, and the older is happy to be out of his constricting day clothes and in a pair of sweats and a loose shirt. Everyone is settled down and heading to sleep, leaving the apartment quiet. Silent, even.Jungkook is next to Jimin, head on the older boy’s chest as he scrolls through his phone. Jimin hopes the maknae can’t hear his internal turmoil--if he does, he doesn’t say anything. Soon,, Jungkook is dozing off, dropping his phone next to Jimin and using his arm to cuddle close to the older boy instead. Jimin smiles fondly; he’d enjoy this, be happy with this, if he wasn’t so uncomfortable. He leans over to plug both his and the youngest’s phones in and clicking off the light before trying to sleep himself.It doesn’t go so well.The gurgling ache that’s been resting in his stomach all day still hasn’t let up, the gas cramps not any better; though Jungkook was asleep, he wasn’t too keen on letting go, should he wake up or something. It’s safe to say Jimin’s over-cautious about this kind of thing. The older boy shifts and turns and squirms in an attempt to get at least remotely comfortable and try to fall asleep as well, but he just can’t seem to. Jimin doesn’t realize just how much he’s been wriggling around until Jungkook shifts beside him, roused from sleep by all the jostling.“What’re you doin…?” The maknae asks, voice low from sleep. Jimin wants to lie.But honestly...at this point, what does he have to lose?“It’s...it’s just...my stomach is still really upset,” he admits sheepishly, and Jungkook hums in understanding. Jimin almost thinks he’s falling back asleep, the youngest lying still for a few moments, before he rolls over and lays on his back, patting his chest to beckon Jimin to lay on him instead. When Jimin hesitates, he speaks up.“C’mere. I’ll rub your belly,” he offers, gesturing again for the older boy to come lay on him.Jimin realizes that if he does let the maknae rub his belly he’ll probably end up letting go of everything he’d been fighting to bottle up all day. In the subtle moonlight streaming through the open window, Jungkook can see that Jimin’s blushing. “Why’re you…” Jungkook trails off, pausing a moment before snorting and giggling. “Hyung, are you gassy?” Jimin rolls over and buries his face in his pillow. Jungkook only laughs harder.“Come on, stupid. Let me help you. You know I don’t care.”Jimin doesn’t move.“You do realize it’s me you’re...moaning bashfully to, right? Me? I probably fart the most out of all of us,” Jungkook laughs, choosing to pat Jimin on the back to get his attention instead. He feels the older boy jolt beneath his touch, and for a moment Jungkook thinks something’s wrong before realizing that he’s actually laughing. Jimin finally scoots over to rest on Jungkook’s chest. He does have a point; as far as being around the other members goes, Jungkook’s probably the gassiest by far. Because he genuinely doesn’t care--because he has the mentality of a fifteen-year-old boy and still finds it funnier than he should. Sometimes he intentionally does it as a punchline. Jimin shouldn’t be getting so embarrassed.Jungkook runs one hand through Jimin’s hair, using the other to reach under the fabric of his shirt and access his horribly bloated middle. He works gently at first before starting to apply more pressure and Jimin practically melts under his caress.Sure, an orchestra of gas does escape him at a rapid rate, but at this point, Jimin doesn’t care. He’s been in pain all day and he’s finally getting some relief. He can finally relax.And letting Jungkook help him is the farthest thing from all the mistakes he’d made today. 

[bulletproofscales]

BTS sfw oneshots

jinnie's piggies (ot7 , feeder jin , drabble)

pampering the leader (minjoon , chubby namjoon , hurt and comfort)

they are all staring at you (yoonmin , chubby yoongi , poping buttons , public space)

chp2  (yoonmin , fat yoongi , bdsm , dom sub dynamics , hurt/comfort , use of safe word)

stubborn Yoonie (yoonkook , chubby yoongi , shaming)

zumba at 6:30pm (sope , chubby yoongi , zumba instructor hoseok)

miss the gym? (could be ot7 , jungkook centric , chubby jungkook)

his baby, his stuffed, gassy baby (taekook , chubby jungkook , gassy)

chp2  (taekook , chubby jungkook , gassy )

weird oportunity (could be ot7 , jungkook centric , chubby jungkook , insecurities)

stress eating (ot7 , fat hyung line , stuffing , hurt comfort)

teeny tiny house (2seok , fat hoseok , breaking furniture , hurt comfort , use of safe word)

MAMAs presentation doesnt have to be perfect (namseok , double gaining , hurt comfort kinda)

Jinnie’s...piggies? (ot3 , namjinseok , fat namjoon and fat hoseok , getting stuck in chairs , breaking the couch)

a 6 month hiatus does that to you (jungkook x reader , chubby jungkook , hurt/comfort)

Coca Cola and beer (hopekook , gassy jungkook , pinning , light angst)

the realest of selves (namkook , not feederism , established relationship , fluff)

“namjin evidence” (namjin , not feederism , established  relationship , fluff and crack )

literature can be interesting? (sope , not feederism , uni professor au , fluffy , happy ending , pinning )

chairman sized (vminkook , fat jimin , getting stuck in chair , public space , wg denial)

bts x mcdonalds (ot7 , word dump , furtniture breaking , they all gain weight )

the gentler touches (trans guy hoseok , namseok , fluff , gender dysphoria , hurt comfort)

monthly charity carwash (bottom heavy seokjin , public space , carwash , word dump?)

how to train your hybrid, sorta (yoonkook , mutual gaining, fluff , stuffing

admiring you is a full time job (hopekook , drunken confessions , ripping clothes , pinning, NSFW BONUS IN SECOND CHAPTER)

a king's banquet, pocket sized (jinkook , royal au , king jungkook , chef seokjin , stuffing , fluff)

room to change (namjin , hurt/comfort , internalized homophibia , anxiety , making out , dry humping , chubby seokjin)

skinny boy big dreams (jungkook solo , feedee jungkook , small drabble , bodyshaming)

not yet afterhours ( jinkook , obese jim seokjin , muscle chub jungkook , stuffing , bakery au)

a higher gpa and a higher bmi (namkook , taejin , sopemin , fat maknae line )

a fu(filling) challenge (yoonjin, gainer seokjin, wg , fat seokjin, competitive eating , public space)

heavyweight champion of the mile high club (taekook , fat kim taehyung , feeder jeon jungkook , in public , mile high club (i guess)

absence makes the waistline longer (yoonjin , seokjin discharge , making out , chubby yoongi , ruenion)

[breakfastatwonhos]

If anyone ever needs to talk I'm always here to listen.

Just an FYI

[chubbymoongoddess]

It’s done! I hope it’s okay and it’s what the anon was hoping for. I’ve been in a pretty bad creative/writing rut lately and havn’t had the motivation to do anything but sleep. Where Jimin the Florist and Jungkook the biker get together and Jimin gains weight and ends up gassy. They both like it but they’re oblivious to each other’s feelings.

[jktummies]

Hi this is my first time posting a bts wg fic

- I just wanted to try a genderbent Tae with a fat jin

- Fat jin x fem Tae

- stuffing

- gassy jin

- Please enjoy :)

Taehyung held up the last piece of brownie to Seokjins mouth, watching as he already has it opened and ready; his mouth and chubby face covered in grease and crumbs.

An hour in and they had already finished the two boxes of pizza, bucket of chicken and now the whole brownie platter. The stuffing had his shirt barley covering his chubby chest and shelf right under it. His middle already sticking out past his usual extension. Back fat pushing him away from the couch.

Antsy she grabs the ends of his too small shirt, struggling to slip it off. But the view so worth it.

“Fuck” Taehyung threw her head back, hips rutting into his stomach causing his whole mass to jiggle. She runs her hands all over his soft body feeling him up until they stop at his moobs. She lets out a breathy laugh. “Shit jin I remember when I was the only one with a pair.”

A moan tumbles out of his mouth as she gropes them, flicking his nipple with her pretty fingers.

God he remembers to; remembers when he was a lean 139 ponds meeting beautiful tae in their god awful am class. Taehyung is still the same size from when they met but Jin.... jin had skyrocketed in his last year towards a whopping total of 367 pounds.

She glances at him eyes hooded and wearing a smirk. “Now though I think they’re probably bigger than mine.”

He smiles “exactly what we wanted baby. Now pass the cake”

Taehyung laughs, reaching over to her side to grab the cake to stuff into her boyfriends mouth. Seokjin’s tastebuds are already watering as he watches tae unbox it. She cuts a whole slice; carefully bringing it over to Jins open mouth. She watches his lips expand to swallow it whole. She watches him chew, chins folding and cheeks so chubby compared to when they first met. As soon as he swallows she gets another and watches him all over again.

She licks her fingers after stuffing him with the last piece, leaning over to give him a quick peck and lick off excess frosting on Seokjins cheeks. “Want something to drink baby?”

“Please”, he huffs.

Tae hums having a hand rub soft circles on the very top of his taut stomach as she reaches down for the gallon of milk. Seokjin let’s out pleased hums at tae’s motions. His fingers grabbing her arm and pulling her with a force to sit on his gigantic lap ...or what’s left of it.

Tae giggles as she’s plopped on. Seokjin reaches his chubby fingers towards her shirt motioning it to take it off like she did with her pants an hour ago. She smiles as she can feel jins eyes on her as she slips it off, her own chest bouncing free.

His fat hands immediately gripping her waist to bring her towards him, sinking her down into his plush middle.

She pecks him again feeling his fat on her lean frame and pushing outwards. She brings the gallon of milk up and tips it into his mouth and watches as his lips swallow the opening and his girthy neck tipping back to reveal more plush padding.

He’s used to taheyung’s feeding so he knows that she won’t let him take a break until this whole gallon is finished. He gulps it down feeling the liquid settle at the bottom of his gut.

“Fuck.” Taehyungs vocabulary is always reduced when she sees jin stuff himself like pig. They still have some soft cookies waiting to meet seokjins gigantic mouth and she can’t wait to stuff him with those.

He taps taehyungs slim hip telling her he’s done. She leans back putting away the gallon and grabbing the tray of the final treats

“Think you can handle some more big guy,” she teased hand patting his belly.

Seokjin grins, “try me.”

Grabbing a cookie Taehyung starts shoveling it into his mouth. She doesn’t even wait for him to finish when she’s already holding the next one against his lips. Seokjin knows Tae’s getting desperate now. Wanting to get off to what a huge slob he is.

His stomach grumbles and the scrunching of Seokjins face means one thing. He’s a bit gassy. Taehyug stops; seeing his face in distraught she puts the tray down, hands cupping his chubby face. “Milk starting to get to you tubby?”

Seokjin hums, “Do you even have to ask” A loud gurgle of his stomach has both of them groaning . “Please Tae I need your hands.”

She coos and flicks at his double chin real quick before she pushes her hands in the fat. Despite all the food it’s still soft down at the bottom and sides. Tae begins to rub and knead at his underbelly. Listing to seokjins pleased sounds she knows she hit the spot when his fingers grip her waist tighter. God he’s so huge Taehyung just can’t get enough.

His girlfriends hands feel so good all jin could do is moan, whine and groan as they move to make him feel better.

“So fucking fat jin. You really can’t stop can you. Your fat ass barley fits on the couch anymore.” Seokjin ruts up at the embarrassing insults.

“Barely going to fit In your lap anymore if you keep growing.”

Right at that moment Taehyung kneads at the perfect spot causing a sudden belch to escape him.

“Gods baby”, she squirms, hips grinding down and seokjin can feel how soaked she is if the stain on her panties isn’t a dead give away,

“Such a fat pig!” She grips his stomach and shakes it causing his insides to growl. Another burp rising it out of him followed by another monstrous belch.

His breathing rises after that. Tae hissing, “you’re really panting after a few burps. So fucking fat jin that your sweating after eating.”

Tae then starts pushing looking for gas bubbles for Seokjin to release.

His eyes close. “T-Tae,” before he can finish a loud fart is bursting through causing his lap to vibrate and Tae along with it.

She moans loudly at that slumping against him, hands now rubbing his fat sides.

After a few more pushed out gas, Tae sits up.

“Think you can hold up in bed?”

Taehyung looks so pretty as she bites her lip waiting for an answer.

“Definitely just help me get up.”

She squeals as she gets off his fat tree trunk thighs and sticks out her arms. “Hands handsome”

Seokjin grabs on and with full effort Taehyung pulls. After the third attempt Jin is finally up on his already aching feet.

Taehyung’s eyes are gleaming seeing his gigantic stomach stick out so far from his body. Boxers hidden under the rolls of fat. She hums happily walking behind him, smacking his ass that causes him to jolt and jiggle all over.

Jin just grins at her cheeky behavior. Grabs her arm and waddles them towards their bedroom.

[vantaestummy]

Hii can u write a constipated yoongi who is gassy to, his stomach is really bloated and gurgly. He is very sick. Also the cuase of all this stuff is because bts went in a trip like bon voyage and he ate something that make his tummy really sick full of gurgles and constipated. Thank u very much cutiee 💖

hi love!!! i have a request like this that will be done very soon, will post so stay tuned!💓💓💓

[heave-hyung]

a fic for jimin's scat/gas headcanons would be great too! like hes been feeling bad all day and gassy and tries holding it in but hoseok notices his discomfort and pulls him into his lap and rubs jimins belly and jimin lets go involuntarily and even messes himself a bit but hoseok and the boys reassure him jts okay and take care of him

    A/N: After a long, long time of waiting…I finally present you with the first part of Jimin’s IBS saga. Finally. I figured this request fit well for the beginning of it all! I picture this being somewhere within their first like, year of debut–they’re already very close, but Jimin’s been able to hide it thus far until this incident, if that makes sense…I dunno, I think it fits. Anyway. Here you go, guys! :))) 

   Jimin’s has always been a sucker for cuddles.

    That’s what had gotten him into such a mess.

    He should’ve known that his wishful thinking would come and bite him in the ass someday–but, even knowing that, he wouldn’t ever truly be prepared for the first time the band would witness something of an episode.

    He honestly forgets that he was ever diagnosed with IBS sometimes–the symptoms disappear every now and then, and it’s like pure bliss to be free from it. But it always comes back, and it makes him realize that, despite Disney’s claims, dreams do not always come true.

    One of the first things the other members learned about Jimin was his affinity for physical touch. They’d quickly picked up on how he’d sit closer rather than farther to another member on the couch, how he’d slap thighs or cling to someone when he laughed, how he’d hug for a little longer than some other people would and enjoyed being in close proximity with them whenever he could. This wasn’t a trait Jimin ever really tried to hide; it was a subconscious habit, to take every opportunity he could to be close to another member.

    He was really regretting that lack of effort towards keeping it contained.

    Sitting in Hoseok’s lap felt like a total death wish. He didn’t have the heart to protest his hyung so openly trying to love him, so he nodded awkwardly and just let Hoseok do his thing. Hoseok could hear his stomach gurgling; clearly the younger boy had an upset belly. At first, the group had collectively thought he was just tired, especially because he seemed too out of it to notice that they were whispering theories when they had the chance to. And then the idea that he might be stressed came up, the idea that he was sick, the idea that he was overworked, the idea that he was dehydrated, and they’d all became deeply concerned.

    It was clear on their faces. Even with how much pain he may have been in, Jimin still had the capacity to notice this. And he felt guilty; very guilty. The fact that his bandmates got so worried–clearly cared for him so much–made it impossible to deny Hoseok’s cuddling.

    Jimin realized he was screwed when his stomach really reminded him that it would also be impossible to keep himself contained for any longer than a few minutes. Though the others were all immersed heavily in some type of card game Jimin hadn’t payed enough attention to to remember the name of, they all shot worried glances in his direction. He and Hoseok were on the side, the only two looking on instead of participating, so it was natural for the eye to stray to the outlier.

    The others thought he just had a stomach ache, or that he just felt sick; it wouldn’t be the first time Jimin’s gotten sick around them. And it wasn’t like he’d never farted in front of them before. But this…was different. He really didn’t know how he’d managed to hide it for so long–there was a nagging fear in the back of his mind that said his streak might end. Still, he’d managed to hold onto some hope that he’d manage to survive another day, even if it was a very minimal amount.

    It wasn’t long after that he’d given up hope altogether; Hoseok had moved a hand down to Jimin’s bloated stomach, rubbing gentle circles. He was done for. The new pressure really wasn’t helping his case.

    Still, when Hoseok asked him, “is this helping at all?” He responded with a shaky nod. It was relieving some pain, so it wasn’t entirely a lie. He shifted a bit and clenched as tight as he could; chills rushed through his frame. Even though nothing had happened yet, Jimin was already flushing a noticeable amount–this only sparked the others’ concern.

    “You good, Jimin?” Namjoon asked, watching him worriedly. Jimin nodded again. Jin, who was sitting closest to Jimin, leaned back to check his temperature; there was no fever. The oldest member’s look was relieved, but his brows still furrowed in confusion. No fever, but a flush; upset stomach, but it didn’t seem like he was nauseous. Jin had seen him sick before; this wasn’t it.

    So what was it?

    Hoseok pressed a couple of chaste kisses to his neck, hoping to provide some sort of comfort to the seemingly unexplained stomach pain. The others kept talking, knowing that putting all the spotlight on the oldest maknae might make things worse.

    Namjoon kept his gaze on Jimin for a moment, before sighing. “If something’s wrong, you know you can tell us. Anything at all.”

    “I-I know,” Jimin stuttered out, ducking his head. He hated how shaky his voice sounded. It really wasn’t that big of a deal in the grand scheme of things–why did it bother him so much? His stomach burbled harshly under Hoseok’s fingertips; experimentally, Hoseok decided to press a bit harder.

    That did him in instantly. The second the older man applied that pressure, Jimin yelped, gaining the attention of all six of the others at once; and, as fate would have it, the moment all eyes were on him, a loud, bubbling fart that only went to show just how upset his stomach was escaped him. Jimin whined low in his throat once he’d realized exactly what had happened, and he instinctively clung tighter to Hoseok, burying his face in the crook of the older man’s neck. Hoseok chuckled softly, immensely relieved that the problem was just a bit of gas. “Silly Jiminie, you don’t need to be so embarrassed,” he cooed, running his other hand down Jimin’s spine. Though Jimin couldn’t see it, a look of relief and understanding flooded over the others’ faces, everyone glad that the problem was something so minor.

    Of course, they had no idea what the cause of this was, but it wasn’t anything major–he wasn’t sick, it wasn’t a stomach bug, he wasn’t dying. Embarrassment and a hefty amount of gas were much, much easier to handle than any of the above.    

Jimin mumbled something, but Hoseok couldn’t make out what he said–it was a reasonable assumption to say that it was some kind of protest to the situation. Hoseok still kept consistent pressure on his middle anyway, knowing the younger man would never let anything out on his own accord. There was no point in scampering off to his room and hiding; the issue was out in the open. Another bassy fart escaped him, and another, everything he’d been bottling up all day coming out in what quickly became a near constant stream of impressive gas.

    Namjoon reached over to ruffle Jimin’s hair, the next to say something in comfort, “Relax, it’s natural. Would’ve thought you’d learn that by now, living with me–oh, and Jungkook, Jungkook’s pretty bad too–”    

The maknae kicked Namjoon in the shin. Jimin giggled softly–that was progress.   

It was just as Jimin had somewhat come to terms with the situation that it got worse.

    A lot worse.

    Jimin was just about to thank the others for being so kind, but when he opened his mouth, he was quickly cut off by another fart. Except this one was wetter–much wetter. His eyes widened, and he paled drastically, the crimson tint his cheeks had taken on becoming twice as visible with the stark contrast. Without saying a word, Jimin stood, and rushed off to the bathroom.

    Hoseok blinked, not expecting that. They sat silently for a moment.

    “Should someone go check on him?” Taehyung asked. Jin was clearly fighting the instinct to have done just that.

    “Give him a minute,” Yoongi spoke.

    “Poor kid…” Hoseok mumbled, staring in the direction of the bathroom.     “I wonder what upset his stomach so bad…” Taehyung vocalized the same thought that all six of them were having. None of them liked seeing Jimin so upset, especially over something he couldn’t control. Considering that it couldn’t have been a stomach bug, the most likely explanation was that it was something he ate–right? There was no other reason. Maybe stress–but stress wouldn’t typically do that.

    Jin stood after a moment of silence. “I’m going to get him comfortable clothes. Pants, underwear.”

    Yoongi followed suit, “I’ll grab him a water bottle.”

    “I’ll go grab blankets and pillows so we can all cuddle out here,” Tae suggested, and Jungkook and Namjoon joined him in that, leaving Hoseok on watch in the living room for when Jimin returns. By the time Jimin did finally leave the bathroom, clad in one of Namjoon’s baggy hoodies and sweatpants, the boys had a whole setup for cuddling in the living room. More blankets than anyone would need, a bunch of pillows, couches draped in comforters.

    All six of them immediately felt the need to tackle Jimin with hugs and cuddles and love upon seeing him–he was still pale in the face, shaky, and he was wiping away tears with sweater-paws. He kept his gaze down; his blush remained. He sniffled softly–it didn’t help that his stomach still wasn’t happy. Jimin stood still for a moment before looking up, still not meeting anyone’s gaze.    “I’m sorry,” Jimin choked out.

    A whole chorus of, “no, it’s not your fault,” “don’t be sorry, you can’t help it,” “you poor thing, I’m sorry,” quickly followed his apology. Jimin almost started sobbing again (like he had been in the bathroom prior) at the sheer kindness of his bandmates. He curled up on Hoseok’s lap again, and the rapper held him close, rocking him gently. Tae sat on the other side of him, playing with his hair–Jin ran a comforting hand up and down his spine.     Once Jimin’s tears had slowed to a stop and he seemed to have calmed down, Jin felt the need to ask, “what’s got your belly so upset, hm? Was it something you ate, do you think…?” He wanted to make sure to take all measures he could in order to stop another incident from happening.

    Jimin froze. He debated on if he should give an explanation or not–on if he wanted to admit to his condition just yet–but he ultimately decided against it. He’d take better precautions to make sure he’d be able to hide further flare-ups just as he had been, and then it’d never be brought up again. Foolproof plan, right?

    So he just shrugged in response.

    Jin sighed softly; neither he nor any of the others liked the idea of there being a chance this would happen again. Regardless, if Jimin ever did get like this, there was no doubt in any of their minds that they’d be there to care for him anyway. They’d always care for him in any time of need–they’d planned on being there to give him all the love and belly rubs he needed for that night–since his stomach was still a bit upset and he still had a bit of gas–and any night he’d need it again.

    “We love you so much,” Jin reassured.

     “The amount of times you fart on my lap won’t change that,” Hoseok teased, laughing. “You’re still cute even when you’re gassy…our gassy little baby.~”

Jimin whined and pouted at Hoseok, who kissed him gingerly on the cheek. He was glad that he at least had the best bandmates in the world to coddle him; still, as much as he liked the attention, he was dedicated to the idea that he’d never let this happen again.

   “I love you guys, too.” It was true. Especially in that moment, he loved his bandmates more than anything else in the world.

[bangtanjellies]

hello! i’ve been reading lots of works in this community and everyone seems to sweet to each other that it made me want to join in on the fun:) if this doesn’t flop i’ll make an introductory post later haha

i want to keep this post short and simple, so if anyone has any requests, hit me with them:)

what i won’t write:

-smut, but i’ll write borderline nsfw content if requested

-emeto

-force feeding/stuffing

-graphic scat

-gender bending

what i will write:

-eprocto/eructo

-hybrids

-non sexual ageplay

-depending on the ask, member x reader

if you’re unsure about a request, just submit it and i’ll let you know. ask away and don’t be shy!

[minyoongijjangjjangmanboongboong]

Dissonance Chapter One

Description: After spending a year studying abroad in America, Y/N returns to Seoul hoping to greet the familiar city as a new girl. But what will she do when she’s met with old friends she’d rather forget? It seems the strings of fate are determined to test her resolve...and her willpower.

Genre: Fluff and Angst

Pairing: Taehyung x (f) Reader

Word Count: 8.6k

Tags: Non-Idol!Au, Rockband BTS!Au, Bassist Taehyung!Au

Warnings: Swearing and mentions of alcohol, although infrequently

A/N: Whoa!! So here we are hehehe. I’m so excited to start this new journey with you guys. I cannot even begin to express how overjoyed I am that you have stuck around with me through Arranged, and I’m glad you guys chose Tae in the poll! This is gonna be fun, and I can’t wait to go on this ride together. That said, this story is so different! It’s been a hell of a lot of fun and a little challenging to write it thus far. Big thank you to @musicandmusing you have been such a huge help getting through the tougher parts of writing this chapter. Please send me a message if you like it, hate it, whatever! I really can’t explain how happy I am when I get to talk to you guys, so I hope I get to do it more in the future! I’ll respond to all asks within a day of receiving them. As always, please send feedback, critique, questions, or comments my way! 

Ah! And this is important!

My posting schedule for this fic will be once a week, as twice a week was too much for me with Arranged. I really wish I could maintain a twice weekly posting schedule, but it has been remarkably strenuous for me and while I’m not complaining, I really want to give you the best writing that I can. I’m sorry if this disappoints any of you!

So, expect a new chapter every Sunday at 1:00PM PST!

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The sun pressed softly against the bare skin of my arms as they flapped on every jump, flailed on every descent. Sometimes my hands would search for something to grab onto, seeking purchase on anything and finding nothing but the mesh net of my neighbor’s trampoline. Sometimes I would fall onto my bottom in a fit of giggles and reach those grasping hands into the air where he would stand, his form eclipsing the sun, a silhouetted body that looked from below to be larger than the earth itself.

“Get up!” he shouted through laugher. He reached a bronzed forearm down towards me and I clamped a hand around it, hoisting myself up to stand beside him.

He grinned at me, that grin that always had me grinning too, and patted his black bowl of hair down around his ears. His mother had told him he’d grow into them. I wasn’t so sure about that. I struggled to look at him past the glare of white-hot, yellow sunlight behind his head. Squinting my eyes, I bent at the waist in the hopes that perhaps at the right angle he could blot out the sun once more.

“What are you doing?” he asked, still smiling.

I shook my head. “The sun!” I said. “It’s too bright.”

He raised his brows and grabbed my shoulders, hopping to the side and turning me with him so each of us stood with sunlight casting shafts across the sides of our faces. “Better?”

I nodded. “Yeah. But that was no fair! You double bounced me,” I said with a pout.

He flicked me hard on the center of my forehead and I cringed. “You tripped me earlier,” he said before turning his face to the side to peer with a tilted head at the sun.

“What are you doing?” I shouted, clamping a hand down over his eyes. “You’re gonna burn your eyes out.”

“No I won’t, that’s a myth,” he said, smacking my hand away and giving me a frown. “The sun is really cool when you think about it.”

“What do you mean?”

“Like…it’s shining so bright that it hurts to look at it. But still we wanna look, you know?” he said, suddenly pensive as we stood barefoot on the hot nylon trampoline.

I shrugged. “It’s just hot gas, right?”

He laughed. “Yeah, but it makes people look, even though they’re not supposed to. Just because it’s living so brightly.”

“But what does it matter if it’s bright if it’s just gas?” I asked.

He pursed his lips, thinking. “I wanna be a person like the sun.”

“Gassy?”

“Y/N,” he groaned, turning to me.

He looked at me, and the deep brown of his eyes seemed in the light to be on fire. In my ten years I’d never seen more ambition in someone’s eyes than I did in his. I wondered what my friend could possibly mean, what he could be talking about with his eyes glittering like that. I wasn’t sure why, and I didn’t know if it was the right thing to do, but I grabbed for his too-big, calloused hand and held it firmly, nodding my head. 

“You’re already bright. But I’ll help you get brighter,” I said with a resolute steeliness in my young voice.

“Excuse me?”

I startled awake and rubbed my eyes as the taxi driver stared over his shoulder at me, his bushy, grey-laced eyebrows knitted as he nodded his head a few times. “Um…are we here?” I asked, unable to keep the drowsiness from seeping into my words.

He nodded. “Yes,” he said, pointing to my large duffel bag as it sat beside me, practically the size of a second passenger. “I got a bad back. Can’t help you with that.”

“Right,” I said with a forced smile. “I wouldn’t have asked.” I rifled through my satchel to find my wallet and, once in hand, slipped some cash from the side pocket. I handed the bills to him and nodded my head. “Thanks,” I said before exiting the car, yanking my duffel bag out the door with me. 

I dragged my bag laboredly to the sidewalk and waved as the taxi driver sped off without a second glance. Sighing, I glanced over my shoulder at the tall, brick-faced apartment building. It had been a whole year since I’d seen the place. Its lofty roof pierced the blanket of foggy, cloudy sky overhead, and the sharp wind teased a chill up my spine. I rubbed my upper arms gently to coax the goosebumps down. I then looked down at my bag as it lay limp on the ground. If I wasted any more time the rain would come and wash it away. Part of me wanted the rain to wash me away too.

“Y/N!?” screamed a voice from above. Perhaps the voice of God?

“Yeah?” I called back, glancing up to find the source.

“Oh my God, I’m coming!” she called. Not the voice of God. Just the voice of Lee Yuna.

I smiled fondly as she yanked her body back inside the building, shutting the window behind her as she disappeared inside. Left alone once again, my body felt uncomfortable in the city, and the skeletons in my closet had turned to ghosts of memories in my absence, specters wandering around every corner, lingering like smoke in alleyways. Even taking glances around the street brought back a painful swell of remembering. But after what felt like only a few seconds, she was panting in front of me, the front door of the apartment building still swinging behind her as she rested her hands on her knees, catching her breath.

“You okay?” I asked with a laugh.

She looked up at me, blew her bangs out of her face with a puff of breath, and gave my arm a firm smack. “You said you were coming home tomorrow!” she shouted, causing a few walkers across the street to look and whisper.

I smiled and swayed, letting my head sway too. “Yuna,” I whined. “I missed you.”

Her frown eased and she rolled her eyes, pulling me into her for a warm, long hug. Still clinging to me, she whispered, “You okay?” A repetition of my question, this time posed towards me and asked in earnest.

I shrugged. “Better. That’s all I can ask for, really,” I said, pulling away to push her hair behind her ears. “Let’s go inside, hm?”

We struggled with my duffel bag for a good fifteen minutes, coaxing it over the lip of the front door, past the reception desk, slumping it against the wall as we waited for the elevator, pushing it with all our might into said elevator, and then, eventually, dragging it with whatever energy we had left into the apartment. I collapsed onto it with a thump and let my body lay limply atop the thing, a few secretly stored boxes poking into my side.

“Yuna! You can’t just ditch me in the middle of making kimchi-,” started a voice from the kitchen. A voice I knew belonged to-

“Haewon!” I called with an exhausted sigh, pushing myself to my feet as our friend emerged from the doorway on the right, deep eyes wide, black hair tied in a lopsided bun.

“Y/N!” she shouted before launching towards me, capturing me in what was more of a full-body attack than a hug.

I laughed, using the wall beside the front door for support to keep from toppling over. “Hi,” I said.

She pulled away and gave me a pout, her cheeks red from being in the kitchen so long. “Why didn’t you call to tell us you were coming home early?” she asked.

“It was a really sudden change,” I said. “That said, we have plans tonight.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” said Yuna, holding a finger up to seize my words. “You haven’t even told us how America was.”

I raised my brows. “America? It was cool. I saw a bald eagle.”

“What?” called Haewon, her arms still wrapped around my neck.

“I went up north. You know Seattle?” I asked, glancing at my two friends as they slowly nodded. “Well, north of there.”

“Y/N,” said Yuna as Haewon tightened her bun and released me, sitting on the couch with her eyes trained on me. “You’ve been studying abroad in America for a year and all you have to say is that it was cool and you saw a bird?”

“It’s a rare bird,” I defended.

Yuna sighed. “Oh my God, enough with the bird,” she said. “How was the food? Did you eat In N’ Out?”

I laughed and nodded. “I did. Oh! And I brought something nice for you guys,” I said, rushing to my duffel bag. I tore it open and moved a few things around until I found the two boxes I’d stored near the top. “Here you go,” I said with a proud grin.

“What…what is it?” asked Haewon from the couch, squinting at the skinny rectangular boxes in my hands.

I raised my eyebrows. “Girl Scout Cookies,” I said. “I’ve been holding onto them for a few months, but I think they’re still good.”

“A few months?” asked Yuna, her eyes suddenly dull as she looked at the boxes. “And what are Girl Scout Cookies?”

I gaped. “You don’t know?” I asked. “They’re like…an American classic. Little girls come to your door and ask if you want cookies and you buy them and then you eat the whole thing in one sitting and hate yourself. It’s tradition.”

“Are they expired?” asked Haewon with a grimace.

I rolled my eyes. “Of course not. You can only get them during a special time of year and-you know what? Forget it. I’ll eat them myself.”

“No!” shouted Yuna, suddenly interested in the cookies in my hands.

I stuck my tongue out at her and shook my head. “You had your chance. Begone, wicked one.”

“I really want them though! I’m sorry I didn’t trust you!” she called as I hopped over the duffel bag and hovered in the doorway to the kitchen. 

“First you didn’t care about my bald eagle, now you don’t care about my Girl Scout Cookies?” I asked, a sneaky grin finding its way to my lips. “I’m offended.”

She launched herself towards me and, before I could turn into the kitchen where the heavy smell of garlic and fish sauce greeted me, she had grabbed both boxes, her hands creating ugly dents in the sharp corners. 

“Hey!” I shouted, pointing an accusing finger at her. “Those are my gifts to distribute as I please!”

He cocked a brow. “And we are very appreciative of your gifts,” she said, tossing a box to Haewon. “What’s a thin mint?” she asked over her shoulder.

“It’s the best flavor. Next to Samoas,” I said, sighing as I leaned against the doorframe.

“Anyway,” said Haewon, examining her box with a soft smile. “Tell us about what it was like. Tell us the actual story.”

I raised my brows. “There is no story. It was fun. That’s it.”

Yuna looked at me, once again serious and putting a very serious damper on my mood. “Y/N…,” she said, giving me that knowing look that she knew made me anxious.

I shrugged. “What more can I say? Let’s just…make kimchi or something,” I said with a cautious look at Yuna.

She sighed, her arms crossed, a box of cookies in her hand. “We’ll talk more,” she said. “For now…what plans do we have tonight?”

Ah, she conceded. I grinned, joining Haewon on the couch and pulling my knees to my chest. “We’re going to a concert.”

At a quarter past ten, the three of us stood in front of a stout grey building in Hongdae, only a few blocks from our apartment. We all stood close as we braced ourselves against the chilly fall weather, huddled in front of the entrance. Yuna smiled beside me, nudging my side with her elbow as Haewon scrolled through her phone.

“I can’t believe you got us tickets to this show,” said Yuna.

I glanced at her with a scowl. “I told you, I didn’t get them. Jimin called and invited us.”

Haewon sighed as she tapped away at the screen of her phone. “Can’t believe you came home because a boy told you to,” she said.

I scoffed. “He didn’t tell me, he asked. And he was excited about it since he was the one who scheduled it for this day in our neighborhood. And I wanted to come home and surprise you. And he’s not a boy, he’s Jimin,” I said, counting on my fingers as I made each point.

Haewon lifted her eyes, her face alight with a blue electronic glow from below, and shrugged. “He’s in one of the hottest bands in the city,” she said. “I think he qualifies as a boy.”

“When you’ve seen him kick himself in the head and then cry about it you kind of stop seeing him that way,” I said with a laugh as I remembered the day when I was in third grade, just after I’d met him, when he’d been trying to pass a soccer ball to his friend across the field during recess and had accidentally smashed his forehead into his knee on the upswing.

“Let’s get inside,” said Yuna, hopping a little at my side. “I’m cold and there are cute boys to see.”

We waddled together into the venue which was already alight with the buzz of an anxious crowd. A beefy man inside demanded our tickets, which I provided in the form of the email Jimin had sent. He raised his brows and nodded gruffly, granting us access into what felt like an elite club of miscreants. People crammed together, filling almost every available space, leaving Yuna, Haewon, and me to try and force our way through the fray and into the thicket. My hand clasped with Yuna, with Yuna’s other hand clasped with Haewon’s, the three of us snaked through the hazy room, smoothing into vacant spaces in the crowd until we were as close the the stage as I could manage. 

“Hey, you know all these guys right?” asked Haewon from beside me, her voice fighting with the din of the massive room for dominance.

I shook my head. “Just Jimin, Yoongi, and Jungkook,” I said. “And the second two I only know through Jimin.”

Yuna furrowed her brow as she stood in the middle and turned to me slightly. “Wait, you know V too, don’t you?” 

I stiffened, blinking a few times, before shaking my head with a dismissive shrug. “Not really.”

“That’s not true though. You grew up with Jimin and-,” started Yuna before the lights went dim and, thankfully, cut off her train of thought. I didn’t want to board that train tonight.

A hush fell over the crowd, everyone speaking quietly as if the slightest noise might disturb whatever was coming. I’d been away too long, and I’d never seen Jimin’s band perform for such a large and excited crowd. Most of their rise had occurred over the course of the year I was abroad and, with a slight pang of guilt, I wondered if it had been hard on them.

I refocused on the thrum of the crowd, the jittery energy that seemed to pulse, to ebb and flow, through all of us. It was odd. I’d never known the band to have this sort of impact. Perhaps I really had missed a lot while I was gone. I remembered sitting in on band practice when the group was only a four-man operation in high school. We would sit in Jimin’s musty basement, using speakers Jungkook had stolen from his work at the electronic store. Back then I thought I could be their biggest fan forever, back before the band even had a name. Yoongi playing drum sounds from his keyboard, Jimin playing acoustic guitar, Jungkook singing his heart out, and Taehyung-

“Are you guys ready?!” cried a voice I recognized from backstage.

Kim Namjoon. Bangtan’s almighty leader. Thank God he’d come around when he had, just before college had begun for Jimin. From what Jimin told me, he made the group much more cohesive, more focused. He gave them a name, and he helped them reach their potential. That was what Jimin said at least. I wouldn’t have known firsthand, because by then I wasn’t going to shows anymore. I was always a fickle fan anyway.

“Make some noise!” he called again, and the crowd began to roar. The noise was deafening, but even despite the ringing in my ears I couldn’t help but smile. I was nervous, vibrating with anxiety, but melting into the crowd eased my troubled mind.

“Is that the best you can do?” asked Namjoon, his tone slightly disappointed.

Once again, the crowd went wild, arms flying, voices wailing into the dark venue. Namjoon chuckled into the microphone and I could barely register seven bodies walking onto the stage. The stage lights were still shut off, leaving the crowd in darkness, the only light source belonging to the stray cell phone screen floating above someone’s head here or there. 

“Here comes Bangtan,” Namjoon said quietly.

A moment of silence.

A moment of tension.

And then…

A moment of rapture. 

The stage light turned on, revealing all seven members as they stood behind their microphones. Jungkook had a hand on his mic already, grinning into the crowd. Boy, had he always had such remarkable stage presence? Gone was the goofy kid we used to tease about his bunny smile, and gone was the boy who, according to videos Jimin sent me, had not only a week prior gotten a chopstick stuck in his left nostril. In his place stood a young man with all the charisma of a rock star, eyes rimmed with what I could see from below was light makeup. Makeup! On my Jungkook! 

Beside him was Namjoon, only this time he looked like a photograph. Long legs, guitar strapped over his shoulder, a smirk on his face and his hair dyed a particular shade of coppery blonde that caught the spotlight just right. He gave a sweeping glance across the crowd, offering a dimpled smile. On Jungkook’s other side was a guy I knew was named Kim Seokjin. Jin for short, according to Jimin. Another picturesque young man, standing dashingly in front of his own microphone, no instrument necessary to give strength to his presence. 

Behind him, offset to the side, was Park Jimin, hair styled expertly out of his face, a honey color that suited his skin tone. I could see from my vantage point the glint of blueish contacts and stifled a gasp. He’d never been the type to wear those sorts of things! The mom in me wanted to hop onstage, grab him by the ear, and scold him for compromising his preferences for fame. But then I saw the bright smile on his face, a smile that outshone not only the spotlights, but the entire stage. And I smiled too.

In the back beside the drum set was Min Yoongi, fingers already settling on the keys, eyes resting half-open on the keyboard in front of him that obscured him from view. His hair was bleached and looked, at least from below, to be holding up well despite his lamenting about it on social media. I’d teased him about his hair falling out lately, and while he would usually fire back with a quip of his own when I teased, on this issue all he could do was agree with me.

And then, behind him, was a smile that stole the breath from my lungs. The smile was attached to a cute face with eyes squinted against the stage lights and a jawline so sharp it cast shadows on his neck. Mystery boy’s hair was fluffy, probably styled that way, and fell just above his eyebrows which he rose in a silly expression I wouldn’t have expected from a drummer in a rock band. The crowd still screamed around me, and as they did the drummer transferred his right drumstick to his left hand so he could raise his pointer finger and thumb in a little heart that had my real heart thumping in my chest.

The girls in the crowd shouted in response, a magnificent display of hormones amongst the sea of high-pitched wails. I smiled and Yuna leaned close to me to shout in my ear, “Who’s the drummer?”

I shrugged. “Dunno,” I said, then turned to her, still unable to stop my grin. “But I’m in love with him.”

She laughed and nodded, but didn’t argue. I returned my attention to the boy in the back, wearing a wildly printed button-down shirt and that shining smile. But before I could enjoy the view, motion to the right of the drummer caught my attention and, to my great distaste, I glanced to the side to capture it. 

And there he stood.

Kim Taehyung.

Or at least, what I thought was Kim Taehyung. His hair had been dyed a shade of silver I couldn’t name and was growing past his eyebrows, shaggy around his head and unrestrained. His features looked the same, but somehow not. His lips were still the same rosy color I remembered, his cheeks still high, his shoulders still broad, his neck still slender, large hands still holding the same bass guitar he’d had since high school. His eyes, although sporting grey contacts, were still his. But something about him was completely different. A year can really change a person…

Before I could dwell on it, the drummer smashed down mightily on his set a few times and, with that, the song began. Jungkook and Jin started belting into their microphones, singing a song I could recognize only vaguely from clips Jimin had sent me when I was abroad. Jimin and Namjoon strummed steadily, Namjoon occasionally adding a riff that struck me as particularly pleasing. The beat was heavy, with emphasis on the drums, and thusly emphasis on the drummer. I couldn’t look away from him, couldn’t look away from the joy on his face.

The music continued and as it did, the crowd began to bounce, almost in sync. On instinct, my hands lifted to the sky with Yuna and Haewon, all of us jumping in time with the others. All of us were sandwiched, shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip, chest to beck. If we lifted our feet, I suspected we would have stayed upright with how closely packed everyone’s bodies were. There was an electricity in the crowd, a kind of syncopation that was hard to put to words. Jungkook and Jin continued singing, backed up by Jimin now and again. I was content to continue with the concert that way, focusing only on the members I could stand to look at, and would have enjoyed the evening far more if I could have managed it, but like he always did, Taehyung seemed to steal my attention without even trying.

His husky voice blasted through the speakers around the warm venue as he sang a few lines. The lights focused on him and he shut his eyes as he began to really feel the rhythm. As much as I hated myself, I had to admit that he was a natural. Something gave me pause, however, just as he was about to finish. His spotlight flickered slightly before petering out, leaving him in dimness as he sang and played, unaffected. A few of the other stage lights came on and turned off until, for a split second, the back light flashed, illuminating him from behind. And, if only for a moment, it was just like my dream. His form was eclipsing the sun once again. My chest ached because, just as the spotlight returned and he slowly finished his verse, the boy I used to know seemed to be shining so brightly it hurt.

“Park Jimin!” I shouted as I approached my friend backstage. He grinned when he saw me and held his arms wide and, with his invitation, I rushed into them. “For someone so small you give really big hugs,” I remarked, only to be greeted with a sharp smack to my arm. “You did so well.”

Everyone had cleared out by then, security ushering them out into the cold autumn night, leaving behind the damp floor and the humid air of the venue for the sharp bite of nighttime wind. Yuna and Haewon were going to stay and meet the guys, but during the final song someone spilled a full can of beer on Haewon’s sweater, leaving her wet and irate. Yuna said she’d take her home. When I’d offered to accompany them, both of them told me not to take another step and urged me to meet up with Jimin anyway.

Only meeting up with Jimin meant meeting up with everyone.

And that was something I didn’t really want to do alone.

“Come inside!” Jimin chided, still beaming from the praise, leading me by the shoulder through the threshold of an open door. Surprised, I saw all manner of sweaty young guys, drying off or settling into lumpy couches or removing makeup roughly with wipes. Conversation was boisterous, and the atmosphere was rowdy enough for me to slip in without notice.

I flushed as my eyes caught on the fluffy top of someone’s brunette head and I turned back to Jimin before I could get caught staring at that drummer. “Oh,” said Jungkook at the vanity, turning to see me with a face half-streaked with makeup. “Hey,” he said before returning to his task.

Jimin scowled. “You’ve been gone a year and all that kid can say is hey,” grumbled Jimin at my side. “Thanks for coming back a day early by the way! I really thought today was the right day.”

I shook my head as he led me inside, pulling a chair from the corner and ushering me to sit down. “It’s fine. I wanted to support my little Jiminie,” I said, grabbing for his cheeks and finding them much less pinch-able than before.

“I am also your friend,” said Yoongi from the corner, typing away at his laptop without once lifting his eyes to meet me.

I thought a moment. “Yeah, but you don’t care if I support you or not.”

He pursed his lips as he mulled this over and then gave a shrug. “Fair.”

Jungkook turned to me again and frowned. I raised a brow, silently asking what his problem was, and he simply puffed a little and rolled his eyes. “Hey, are you egging me on?” I asked him. 

He shrugged. “Maybe.”

“Well why?” I asked. “I just got here!”

“I sent you a Snap a day ago and you opened it but didn’t respond,” he said.

I scoffed. “A day ago I was in an airplane.”

“Didn’t the plane have wifi?”

“Isn’t it past your bedtime?”

He fumed for a moment before his contemptuous gaze turned soft and he chuckled. “Did you bring me a souvenir?” he asked.

I nodded. “Yeah. It’s a postcard from Yellowstone,” I said, then thought. “I forgot it though.”

He gaped. “You forgot it?”

“I remembered Jimin’s gift,” I said, rifling through my satchel with a smile as Jimin bounced below me, settled criss-crossed on the floor. I produced the silver chain and let it dangle in the air between us.

Jimin’s eyes flashed before they went wide and round, snatching the necklace before I could even explain what it was. “Is this a new chain?”

I nodded. “Yeah. I got a little pendant for it too,” I said, pointing vaguely in the direction of the trinket.

He turned the small silver circle at the bottom of the chain around to examine it. “Are…are these your initials?” he asked.

I nodded. “At first I bought it for myself but I thought it was too long so I’m repurposing it.”

“I believe the technical term for that is ‘regifting,’” said Namjoon from the sofa beside me. 

I’d been deliberately avoiding the right side of the room, careful not to let my gaze linger anywhere it shouldn’t. “Even if I gifted it to myself to begin with?” I asked, brow furrowed.

He laughed and shook his head at me. “I’m Kim Namjoon, by the way.”

“I know. Jimin tells me everything,” I said.

Namjoon’s eyes went wide and he turned his gaze to Jimin who by then had snapped the necklace around his neck and was fiddling with it gently. “Does he?”

Jimin nodded. “You know we’re childhood friends.”

“Pretty shitty friends if the only gift she gives you is something she bought for herself and didn’t want,” said Jungkook with a look over his shoulder.

I rolled my eyes. “That’s not his only gift,” I said.

Despite his age, Jimin was still as excitable as a child as he looked up at me. “Wait really?

I nodded. “I also may or may not have found a signed Haim album at a music store in Portland.”

“What?” he shouted.

“Jimin?” said a voice from the right.

Damn the right.

I turned to be polite and came face to face with the drummer, his expression soft and kind as he peered at both me and Jimin. I went stiff as a bone under his gaze, unable to say or do much of anything.

“Yeah?” said Jimin.

“Who’s this?” he asked with a laugh. “I’ve been waiting for you to introduce her,” he said. Man, even his voice was handsome.

I chanced a glance to his side and saw Taehyung, face buried in his phone and feet propped up on the coffee table in front of the sofa. Had he even noticed me? And more importantly, the drummer had been waiting? My heart thumped.

“Oh! This is Y/N. She’s my childhood friend,” he said with a sweet smile. “Tae’s too.”

I winced at the last part, crossing my legs and waving lightly at the members I hadn’t met. All two of them. Jin was resting against a wall on the floor beside Yoongi, playing with an acoustic guitar. He stopped only to give me a smile and a nod. And that left only-

“My name is Jung Hoseok,” said the drummer, smiling gently.

I returned it. “Nice to meet you.”

“So stiff,” said a voice I wasn’t expecting. I turned to face Taehyung who was suddenly staring directly at me, a wicked smirk on his lips. “You’re still as awkward as ever.”

I raised my brows, lacing my fingers atop my knee. He had some nerve. “Mm, and you’re still intolerable.”

He nodded his head. “Glad to know some things don’t change.”

“My sentiments,” I said, returning my attention to Hoseok who by then was shifting uncomfortably. “Sorry. He gets under my skin.”

Taehyung snorted and sat up straight. “You’re just testy,” he said, looking at me with a cold indifference that briefly hurt.

But I was grateful, at least, that our interactions were bristly. Better this than the alternative. “Mhm,” I said with a smile. 

“Anyway,” enunciated Jimin with a cough into the crook of his elbow. “Y/N has been gone in America for a year studying English. She goes to Hongik.”

“Jesus, is this an interview?” asked Taehyung, groaning as he resumed his previous position, leaning back so far his chin nearly brushed his chest, scrolling easily through his phone. “Listing her specs?”

“At least I have specs to list,” I said under my breath. 

He shot me a sharp look before returning his focus to his phone. “Ah yes, an English Language and Literature degree from an art school,” said Taehyung with a snort. “How could I have forgotten?”

I smiled to myself, shaking my head. He could be such an incredible dick. A rush of memories flooded back to me of his worst moments: the time he’d made a girl cry after she confessed to him in high school, the time he’d called Jimin’s mom and got him in trouble when Jimin had stolen his favorite pick, the time he’d gotten so upset over a particular song he was learning that he snapped at me and told me not to talk to him anymore. The guy had a penchant for pushing buttons and watching the chaos. I wasn’t sure how or why he’d picked it up. I supposed that somewhere along the way someone told him that getting far meant getting mean, and he’d taken it to heart.

“Um, what is this?” asked a high female voice from the doorway behind me. I turned to face her, a young girl of probably twenty or so, dark hair brushing her shoulders in a tidy line, eyes a peculiar shade of greenish brown. Did everyone start wearing colored contacts in the year I’d been away?

“Oh hey!” said Namjoon with a smile. “We were just getting ready to leave.”

The girl raised her brows and crossed her arms. “Funny. Doesn’t look like you’re getting ready,” she said. Her petite face said she was happy, but her sarcastic tone said something different.

Namjoon glanced around the room and, with a dismissive shrug, looked back at the girl. “Is there really a rush?”

She sighed, gripping the bridge of her nose between two fingers. “Yeah kinda. Just…the fans are gonna figure out where we’re parked eventually and you remember what happened in Itaewon,” she said.

Taehyung snorted in the corner and glanced up from his phone. “Yeah. A girl threw her shirt at me and another one grabbed my-,”

“Enough!” called Jimin from beside me, waving his hands.

Taehyung chuckled some more to himself. “Anyway, if you guys could maybe…pick up the pace? That’d be sweet,” said the girl. She looked a little too young to sound so tired.

“Sunny,” whined Jungkook from the vanity with a makeup-smudged smile.

“Lighten up.”

“If I don’t keep you guys on track nobody will,” she defended with a pout. “It’s like herding cats.”

Hoseok gave a bright smile. “Hey, we’re all really appreciative of what you do for us, right guys?” he asked, prompting a series of grumbled, distracted responses from the rest of the guys. 

Sunny, at Hoseok’s comment, beamed for just a moment and I caught the way her cheeks went a little pink. Did I have a right to be jealous? “Thanks. Ah, and who’s this?” she asked, pointing a painted finger at me.

I raised my hand in a wave and smiled. “I’m Y/N. Just a groupie.”

“Wouldn’t be the first,” she murmured with a pointed look at Taehyung that he didn’t see past his phone screen.

“She’s not a groupie,” said Jimin, giving my thigh a smack. “She’s my friend.”

“Oh…well, at any rate you guys really need to get a move on. If we don’t get outta here soon we’re gonna get flooded again and-,”

“Sunny?” called a distressed female voice from the black abyss of backstage.

Sunny stiffened and glanced over her shoulder. “Shit. That’s Mijin. Have you guys even gotten you’re outfits back on the rack yet?” she asked, her breathy voice rising with frustration.

The guys glanced amongst themselves, clearly spent from the concert as they could hardly move their heads, and Taehyung groaned. “Oh my God, if I wanted a lecture I’d go home,” he said lowly.

“Maybe you should,” teased Jimin with a laugh. “Your mom texts me now to see how you’re doing.”

“Really?” I asked, then cleared my throat as Taehyung looked at me sternly.

“Just…please get ready to go. I’m not gonna ask you twice,” said Sunny, sweeping her pointer finger across all of the boys to seize their attention. Their attention remained steadfastly un-siezed.

Namjoon nodded at her with a dimpled grin. “We will!” he said, but even I could tell it was an empty promise.

She sighed and gave one last furtive glance over her shoulder before turning on her heel and jogging down the hallway until the blackness beyond enveloped her entirely. At Sunny’s exit, the guys began chattering easily once again, having forgotten her warning as quickly as they’d heard it. As I looked around the room, I realized that none of them were quite working at…full capacity. Yoongi was still caked in makeup, Taehyung couldn’t be bothered to change out of his stage clothes, Jin was playing with a guitar he’d gotten from who-knows-where, and Jungkook was still struggling with the same wipe he’d been using when I arrived. I faulted Sunny on weak execution, but perhaps she had reason to be concerned for them.

“So, your stage outfits,” I said to Jimin softly as he fiddled with his necklace. He turned to me and smiled. “Are they yours or are they costumes?”

“Not really…costumes per say, but they’re special outfits that our stylist picks out and then holds onto,” he said, pointing to his flannel. “I already put mine away. Mijin is getting them all dry-cleaned so she asked us to hang them over there.” He pointed a finger towards a rack in the back of the room, just behind Taehyung’s head which explained why I’d missed it.

I sighed and walked a few paces forward until I was settled right in front of the devil himself. “Hey,” I said to him, my voice awkward to my own ears.

He peered up at me with suspicion before his eyes focused again on his screen. “What?”

I shifted my weight from foot to foot, trying desperately to think of some way to speak to him without sounding strange. It was a horrible, novel dynamic between the two of us. But as I remembered the exhaustion in Sunny’s face, I couldn’t waste more time. “Strip,” I said with crossed arms.

His eyes went wide and he stared up at me like it was the first time he’d seen me. I reveled in it for the second or two it was there: a brief glimpse of innocence which was, predictably, replaced with a lecherous grin, his gaze roaming up and down. “Well, why didn’t you ask sooner?”

I rolled my eyes and gave the side of his leg a kick with the tip of my black boot. “These clothes don’t belong to you. If you ever wanna leave this sweaty room I suggest you change.”

He raised his brows and then, without much of a fight, stood to his feet and walked roughly past me, presumably to find a bathroom in which to change clothes. 

I cleared my throat, struggling past my fluttering stomach, as the guys resumed their leisure, and sailed up behind the vanity. “Jungkook,” I said, catching my reflection in the mirror as I stood at his flank.

He turned to me and blinked a few times, eyes wide. “What? Why are you so close to me? What are you trying to do?”

I chuckled and grabbed for a second wipe, handing it to him. “Take it from a person who wears makeup recreationally, you’ll need more than one. It’ll make it go faster,” I said.

Jungkook took it gingerly and, with an air of caution, began rubbing his skin with the damp thing, eyes never once leaving mine in the mirror. “Thanks,” he said, tentative.

I nodded and set my sights on Yoongi. “Hey, Min,” I called across the room.

Lazily, he lifted his gaze to meet my eyes. “Hm?” 

“If you don’t take off that stuff,” I said, pointing to my own eye, “you’re gonna get an infection.”

He scoffed. “Will not.”

“Bet,” I said with a smirk.

For a moment the blonde boy wavered and then, as if possessed by the spirit of fear itself, he shut his laptop altogether and grabbed for the bag of makeup wipes Jungkook was holding. Namjoon eyed me from his spot on the couch, one eyebrow cocked and a small smile on his face. I tried not to notice the look of a hatchling plan in the brown of the leader’s eyes, because I had a feeling I knew exactly what he would ask.

I was never cut out to be a manager anyway.

Before he could approach, I slid past Jimin and into the doorway. “Guys, if you’re not ready by the time I get back I’m gonna take my boot and smack each of you upside the head. Respectively,” I said, narrowing my eyes at Jin as he plucked discordant notes. He blinked at me before setting the thing aside and settling into Yoongi’s previous chair.

“Wait where are you going?” asked Jimin from below, turning his pout towards me.

I smiled. “I’m gonna check on Sunny. You guys seem…short-staffed,” I said. “I’ll be back in ten, maximum.”

I quickly swiveled and walked out into the darkness of backstage, pressing myself close to the wall so I wouldn’t be in the way of the tech crew dismantling equipment. Having seen how frazzled the young girl was, I was anxious to locate her to see if I could help out, if only a little. I wandered for a moment, passing workers who didn’t bother acknowledging me with a smile or even a bit of eye contact. If nothing else, the atmosphere bred anonymity. And that was always welcome. I meandered around to the right side of the stage. Or was it the left? Jimin was always the one who did theatre when we were kids. 

One thing I did know was that I was nearing an exit, as I felt the cool rush of breezy autumnal wind bracing against my skin in slender drafts. I pressed a little closer to myself, moving my chin to my chest to keep from losing more heat to the night. In the distance, I heard a toilet flush. I shuffled along the walls, shambling aimlessly in search of any sign of that hapless manager, perhaps a hint of that lilting voice, a ghost of her dark hair disappearing around a dark corner. But I was met again and again with nothing but crew until-

My body collided into someone else’s launching the both of us backwards and sending me into a heap on the floor where the drafts were far chillier. I shivered as I regained my bearings and shook my head.

“Shit! Are you alright?” asked a voice I knew all too well.

My heart thudded. “It’s me,” I said, rubbing my arm as I stood to face Taehyung looking much more…Taehyung than before.

His hair was restrained with a black beret, his torso fitted with a white shirt and a jacket that seemed too thin, wearing the loafers he’d bought with his first paycheck from the art supply store in high school. He’d yanked his black face mask down below his chin as he appraised me, suddenly with a lackadaisical indifference.

“Ah. No harm then,” he said before brushing past me.

Only the backstage corridor was cramped and his shoulders were too wide. He’d made no accommodations for me and, once again, sent me stumbling. This time I had the wherewithal to catch myself on something before I collapsed, seeking purchase like I had when we were kids on his trampoline and for once finding something to steady myself. 

But, of course, it was the pristinely hung outfit he was carrying to the back room.

I yanked the black sweatshirt from its hanger and, with a sick feeling in my stomach, I heard a seam rip. “Shit,” I breathed as the fabric lay limp in my fingers.

Taehyung turned, eyes wide, and stared at the sweatshirt, now with a gaping hole in the side. “What did you just do…?” he asked.

I shook my head. “Nothing! You shoved past me! You know there’s not much space back here!” I shouted, pointing my finger at him.

Taehyung mimicked me. “You should have moved!”

“Why should the world bend because you’re walking through?” I shouted.

He scoffed. “Why should the world bend because you got back from your joyride year abroad?” he shouted back.

I gaped up at him. “Are you kidding me?”

“We scheduled this whole concert around you!” he yelled. “Jimin and Sunny had to organize everything and here you are! Breaking shit!”

I rolled my eyes. “I wasn’t even scheduled to come home today, you idiot! Jimin got the date wrong!” I said. “I had to pay an extra two hundred dollars to change my flight! Now I’m gonna have to work doubles to pay rent!”

“Well you’re gonna have to pay a lot more to replace that!” he retorted with a smug grin my way, pointing to the sweatshirt.

I hadn’t noticed in the low light, but as I glanced at the thing now, I happened upon some red detailing on the arms. Hastily, I turned it over to get a better look and, to my horror, I realized what it was. “Oh no.”

“Oh yes,” said Taehyung with a laugh that I couldn’t help but feel was sadistic.

“You know I’ve always had a thing for Gucci.”

“You just perform and sweat in a Gucci sweatshirt?!” I shouted. “You just lounge in it? Casually? Gucci?”

He shrugged. “Hey, I didn’t buy it. We used our ticket sales to purchase our performing outfits. And it’s not me you wanna be talking to right now,” he said, grinning.

I shook my head. “No! I refuse to take responsibility for this, Taehyung!” 

He shrugged. “I dunno what to tell you,” he said, leaning down close to me. I could feel his breath against the skin of my neck, ruffling my hair. He smelled like he used to, faintly of lavender. He chuckled, the breath of it sending shivers up and down my spine. “You break it, you buy it.” 

“Ugh,” I said, shoving him away by the chest.

He began to laugh again, and before I could tell him off Namjoon’s voice beat me to it. “What’s going on back here?”

I turned to face in in the low light and noticed a small smirk, the one he’d worn before, had worked its way back into his features. How much had he heard? “What did you break?”

“Namjoon!” called Taehyung with a whine, suddenly pouting as if he were the victim. “She ripped my sweatshirt. The one I wear for concerts.”

I gaped at him. “You goddamn traitor,” I whispered under my breath, to which he only cast me a wink without turning his head towards me.

“Oh,” said Namjoon, but his smirk said it all. He’d seen everything.

Behind him a small figure came running and as she approached his flank, I realized it was Sunny. “Oh no,” she said, pointing to the sweatshirt. “That’s not-,”

“It is!” said Taehyung, crossing his arms.

“I’m so sorry. It was a total accident,” I said, my voice quick and frenzied.

Sunny’s eyes were wide, her mouth agape, one slender hand touching her cheek. “That’s gonna cost…like, fifteen-hundred dollars,” she said.

“W-What?” I asked, shaking my head wildly. “No, I can’t afford that. I…I haven’t even started working again. I’ve only been back a day. I-,”

“Slow down,” said Namjoon, that immobile smile still sparkling in the darkness.

“Let’s talk this out.”

“Namjoon, I’m really sorry but you know it was an accident. I-I work at a coffee shop. I’m not gonna be able to pay for this,” I said, shaking my head. Tears had begun to well in my eyes, but I kept them at bay by steeling my gaze, clenching my jaw.

Sunny sighed, her brows knit, and her head fell to the side slightly. “This is really messy,” she said, exhausted. I’d only wanted to lighten her load, but I’d inadvertently added to it…

I noticed Taehyung eyeing me in my peripheral. He was scanning me, picking over me with a fine-tooth comb. He knew me well enough to know my tells when I was trying not to cry. After all, the last time we’d seen each other I was wearing this same expression. I noticed him lean towards me, almost microscopically. If he thought he was having a moral crisis now, it was far too late. I took a half step away from him.

“If you can’t pay,” said Namjoon, tossing his head this way and that, his tone sensible. “Then work it off.”

“What?” said Taehyung.

“Excuse me?” said I.

Namjoon shrugged and placed a hand on Sunny’s shoulder, bringing her limp form forward as she stared ahead, still slack-jawed. Presumably still in shock. “Our lovely manager is in over her head.”

“W-No! I am not!” called Sunny, regaining her senses with a frown.

Namjoon raised a brow. “You sure?”

Sunny cleared her throat and looked towards me. “I mean…I offered to manage you guys when you only had two-hundred people at your concerts. I had no idea it would get this big. I guess…I’m a little overwhelmed.”

I stared up at Namjoon with furrowed brows. That stupid plot he’d been cooking in the backroom had needed only a catalyst: a catalyst I’d all too eagerly provided. “Wouldn’t you like some help, Sunny? Like…a co-manager?” asked Namjoon with a bright smile.

Sunny pursed her lips in thought. “I always kinda considered Mijin my co-manager, but she’s too busy keeping you guys pretty so…,” she said, then turned to me, appraising me. She looked me up and down. “Hm,” she said. “With a little polish…yeah, maybe you could work.”

I shook my head. “I’m sorry, but I can’t. I…classes start on Monday and I work part time and-,”

“If you don’t have the time, then you can just pay for the sweatshirt instead,” said Namjoon with that stupid smile that felt anything but comforting.

“Jesus,” I breathed, glancing briefly at Taehyung and catching a glimpse of worry in his expression. 

“Listen,” said Sunny, approaching me and grabbing for my hand. I lurched away before letting her hold my fingers. “You got the guys to listen to you. That’s something Mijin and I have been trying to do for a year.”

I shrugged. “Doesn’t make me a manager.”

“It kinda does. I’m…I’m doing my best, but I’m making careless mistakes lately. It’s too big for me to handle alone,” said Sunny, her voice reeking with desperation.

I cringed a little. “I-,”

“She messed up the date for the concert today,” offered Namjoon, to which Sunny gave a glare his way.

“Pretty sure that was Jimin’s fault…,” I mumbled, but my words fell on deaf ears.

“He’s right. I’m not doing the best I can because I’m spread too thin. You wanna help me, right?” asked Sunny with a smile.

Looking down at her, at that innocent, hopeful grin…I saw a bit of myself. Who I was before I left. I stiffened and looked at Taehyung who was now staring at Namjoon, as if trying to communicate something nonverbally to his leader. I tried not to notice the way his jaw strained sharply, the way the scant lighting made his skin glow. 

I didn’t want to spend more time with this particular skeleton. I wanted to let him, like the rest of them, become a ghost, a whisper that only appeared in my mind when I passed a certain ice cream shop or bowling alley. But it seemed some skeletons were more stubborn than others. And it seemed that fate wasn’t ready to shake Kim Taehyung from my life just yet.

I sighed and turned towards Sunny. With a painful twist of my lips, I said, “I’ll do it.”

[shytiff]

Small Nov Wins

1 - cant bring myself to study, got out of bed 10:30-ish am. While lazing around i read royal servant and do random internet stuff and watched romee's vlogs. Ate breakfast and i somehow has no appetite?? This is rare. e, cicil kompre began at 15:30 pm (i know, i waste my time a lot). Pengumuman wahana mpi wow yay kalideres makara and budi asih

2 - the weather was pleasantly cloudy. poli anestesi anak, simul. went to what used to be calais, its called flavola now. at this point i quite need some calories because i only ate bubur ayam and its like 2-3 pm ish. Eventually the hunger is gone, arrived home at about 4-ish, drank protein to curb my hunger (nanggung dinner). dad said sumn that annoyed me so after maghrib i just lazed in bed, not feeling like doing anything (even though there’s lots of exams and hw lmao), fell asleep

3 - woke up at 2 am, prated, randomly searched for angel - chancellor and taeyeon’s lyrics and i basically wept at 4 am. i assumed the song was just like,,, a guy talking to a girl, his angel, you know. EXCEPT,,,,,,,,. the 2 MVs was also rly222 beautiful 🥺. Poli geriatri today, didnt even see patient because there was no more at that time (status salin nadia). ate ichiban salad (surprisingly quite good) at dm bcs i rly do be functioning better outdoors, made matcha latte with full cream milk ((powder)), cicil PT

4 - can finally wake up late. finished 1 sitasi pt, made ikk ppt, bujing lina called about diarrhea and nausea meds, laddered the leader for tomorrow’s exam and it,, was,,, me,, group call with shiko. frantically studied for EA

5 - PT (finished in 45 mins), simul as a leader, with STEMI, VF and hypoglycemia case. somehow made it through. i suck at dosages omggg. PP by car with mom (not rly that tired) but i SLEPT after i got home and had no mood to study helpppp

6 - did my first swab test today. i pushed the doctors hand when she’s doing oropharyngeal swab im sorryyyy 😂. slept. matcha. cicil kompre

7 - still havent finished ikk (deadline: today), and still havent studied for geri and ikk AND i still managed to take a nap. why. Read a bit of kompre. Not sleepy after matcha, but insted i reread bj alex and tsubaki chou lonely planet until 2 am the next day #rippriorities

8 - im having matcha latte seven days in a row as of today :))))) woke up at 10:30 am, went to flavola with atikah and got strawberry yakult (tasted like es mony), arrived home at abt 7-ish am and there no dinner, so i drank protein and ate japota honey butter. My breakfast was chicken porridge, so my diet is sooo liquid today. Rip proper nutrition (ate buryam, lumpia, japota for the whole day and drank 3 beverage). Cicil kompre and studied geri

9 - suma geri, slept, cicil kompre, ny head kind of hurts

10 - my head still hurts, suma ikk with dr herqu and dr retno, didnt take swab result by car because the TRAFFIC in soetta so my brother took it. Thankfully negative.

11 - lulus kompre alhamdulillah, the examiner were Prof Saptawati and dr. Dani from THT. Dr dani still remembered me :"") they were very kind. Went to tamel for first wahana: klinik makara UI. Picked up masker first at mahmudas place, and then went to depok. On the way i was interviewed by maba 2020 wtf im so old. Cleaned up my room with the fam, printed sumn in barel (its quite empty there)

12 - first day at klinik makara ui. i WALKED. such wow. fixed my shoes in kutek. had breakfast in barel and bahari for lunch-dinner. somehow i felt very drained. bought Dapur Alya (nutella and regal) and 2 salads from Salad Point since there was 11.11 promo. Put all of them in the fridge. Read Fools and its sooo good omg

13 - had salad and left over bahari rice for brekkie. went to clinic by grabbike :)))), had my first teleconsultation experience today, a chemical trauma case. suma ea with the help of shiko

14 - woke up at 5:20 ish and i jogged a bit at ui lmaoo. fisip - ft - fisip. By 6:30 im already back at my room. 1 hour can be spent a lot of different ways, it turns out. Washed my clothes. Ate monstercheese pizza. Slept a bit. Went to blok m with ara (she was late as always, surprised her with koi milk tea), ate futago ya (greasy cheesy milky goodness, enak tapi eneg afterwards), bought red bean bread at la mouette, bought discounted onigiri bento box at papaya. We went to m bloc space, looked around, ate gelato at kebunide (blueberry: yum, fresh, kiiinda feels artificial, salted caramel: delicious but makes me thirsty) and did photobox at connectoon. Walked to mrt asean but turns out!! for weekends mrt is closed at 8pm. Took grabbike to sudirman, seeing the pretty city and people just hanging out, playing skateboards on the wide sidewalks.

15 - planned to go jogging with salemba frens but i woke up late (06:45), so i just lazed around. Ate onigiri bento (super worth it for 25k for the proteins), fell asleep again 10ish to 14:30 lmaoo. The doms from yesterday was present even on the right side of my lower back 🙂 the red bean bread made me feel full, and the red bean was not too sweet, which i love. Reviewed some meshwork materials i missed. Fianti called and we talked abt her and hari

16 - had mujigae for sahur and fish bite for iftar. The fish was not as soft as fish streat, but the flour was definitely better and crunchy. But it doesnt have the seasoning micin like fish streat do. The pasta was quite a lot im in food coma afterwards. Fell asleep, and my stomach was so gassy that i woke up in the middle with a headache that does not play around. Fortunately it dissapeared in the morning

17 - breakfast is rice kimchi and abon lmaoo just pretend it makes sense. The scrubs i ordered finally arrived. I fell asleep AGAIN, WHYYYY. Lost my streak in DL, i guess i can stop using it for now.

18 - finished reading blood link, girlll i thought the human died at the end. Did not buy food today wow. Took a nap and cicil kompre.

19 - brekkie at barel. Helped measuring antropometry today at clinic, and also measured my own. The fucked up thing was that i THOUGHT my body fat is still at 28% compared to the past (dr rina's research). So i looked at the old paper AND. I USED TO HAVE. 35% FAT 🙂 even my memories are in denial and are fooling me. All this time i thought i was at 28 🙂 did swab at rsui. The one swabbing was from fkui 2012 and we had small talk. It hurted more than lmk :( now this does feel like drowning in water (cause before i said "nah its not like water in nose"). Took angkot back to tamel, bought piscok lumer pocin and its soooo gooood ugh

20 - i feel like if i have breakfast with leftover rice and abon and sozzis i get hungry faster lmaoo. Ordered ken karaage from kukusan, yaa okela for 25k with ongkir. Did online posbindu education through wa. BTS BE COMEBACK 🥺 i maximized my wifi time (no wifi at tamel) so i listened to the whole album. My mobile data is at 200MB lol. Read a good longreads from the atlantic, about down synd and genetic screening. The writing is so so good im just blown away. And teary eyed.

21 - ran a bit, solid class (gastro, rheum, infection), embryo, webinar about sleep by dr Gita Anindyajati, SpKJ, bought ayam geprek gold chick (lotsss of oil since i ordered tempe, jamur, egg, bought pop cookies. matcha cheese was actually better than i expected (the combination somehow fits), dark chocolate and marshmallow is very chocolatey like mom’s brownies, and vegan strawberry cookie with a hint of mint. i wonder how they replace the egg. I wonder why after i run i dont feel hungry for a moment. bloating just gooes away

22 - joined kris' healthy weekly event (lmao) in tamsur. They went to epiwalk first. Its difficult for me to run w mask, ngl. Went back to tamel, embryo, ate leftover meal from gold and chick, felt somehow drained to the bone so i just laid in bed and lazed and lazed. Theres no soreness, but the weakness was generalized lmao. Ordered bbq chicken almond salad from salad point, it was actually quite fulfilling and delishhh (added chili sauce to the dressing). Literally laid in bed from 7 until i fell asleep and woke up at 6 the next day. Finished readin shame application lmao

23 - i still feel tired ckckck. No doms, but i feel like i just want to lay down. got DV patient today at clinic, its most likely derm numularis??? Ate salad and dark choco marshmallow cookies in the evening and that cookie. Is so damn sweet im just thinking about the increase in my blood sugar. And i like sweets so!!! Never thought id find sumn too sweet. Washed my clothes and cicil ukmppd (i put things about studying ukmppd in habitica now)

24 - ate tanoshi sushi and ufo ramen for bfast, ate the sushi again for lunch and after waking up from my sleep i tried kokku ramen (so so, but the egg yolk's good)

25 - bfast: superbubur, protein shake and cookies. (did not make me feel full long enough). Ordered burger from EATG (so so, burger bener is better) for lunch. Last day at makara ui. Ara arrived coz shes staying here in tamel. Waiting for mom to arrive from cibubur, she arrived at about 20:30. I passed out at home

26 - first day in pkm kalideres, i volunteered to be pj to avoid RSUD. my room is a mess, i feel tired after i go back. maybe its the physical withdrawal (?) because i dont walk like when im on klinik makara. came to pkm thinking i wont do anything (orientation only) but the 6 of us ended up going. i was at igd. i saw nail extraction and injected ats for another patient 

27 - talked for almost an hour with the doctor at poli lansia. went home, felt sooo tired, i slept and actually showered after maghrib. originally planned to go to sbux but i was just tired af. my mood was horrible at home. 

28 - turns out i started my period today. i havent studied at all during pkm kalideres era. embryo. slept again. read some manga by nishin something with the psychological and BL genre. 

29 - embryo. cut my hair, showered, and felt better. fell asleep on dr gita's lecture. Drank cimory banana milk with a bit of matcha powder. I dont know if its the sleep, or a bit of caffeine, but my mood feels better and im more awake. Cicil ukmppd with a slow pace. Read itasaku ff. Slept at about 2 am

30 - surprisingly, i dont feel sleepy when i wake up. poli anak today, surprisingly i got perinatology case (jaundice). presented it on pleno. for bfast i ate 3 slice of bread (2 with meat and cheese, 1 choco and cheese) and protein shake, lunch: a slice of choco cheese bread and a banana, fell asleep, dinner: 1 bakwan, a banana and nextar. i can feel that the calories i got today is even less than what i usually got (and usually i already try to limit calories that i am counting the intake amout and made sure im not too far from my bmr lmaoo (~1100)