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Hey my dude Could you write a lil fic where the maknae line are stressed due to exams or sth and they cope with food so they gradually gain weight but it only gets worse when exams are over bc they get pampered by the hyung line to the point where they break chairs and get stuck in doorways 👉🏻👈🏻 - your Prince Charming 😔🤙🏻

i already wrote something nearly exactly similar with the hyung line! if anyone is interested in reading that click HERE. 

but it was one of my first promtps and i felt like i could do this request more justice by digging into it a little more… it ended up being a 4-month-22k-words fic hope you enjoy!!

also im experimenting with adding my inspiration gifs into the fic, i feel like they add something, to me at least. gif credits will be at the end with links to the ops :) 

(if me answering and writing a prompt from 2019 doesnt give you hope about your request geting eventually finished, idk what will) 

A higher GPA, and a higher BMI

tags: namkook , chubby jungkook , fat jungkook mindless eating , stuck in furniture , oblivious weight gain , taejin , chubby taehyung , fat taehyung , student - TA relationship , public stuffings, stress eating , outgrowing clothes ,  sopemin , established relationship sope , chubby jimin , fat jimin , spoiling , breaking furtniture , confessions , miscommunication 

22k words 

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Already having graduated college, Namjoon Seokjin Yoongi and Hoseok guarantee to help their younger friends with anything they need to hopefully get through this semester as smoothly as possible. 

Jimin Jungkook and Taehyung didn’t mean to push that guarantee to the extreme. 

Jungkook gravitated to Namjoon for help. STEM majors gotta stick together and all that. They weren’t exactly the same, but a lot of their classes overlapped at least at the early years that Jungkook finds himself in. So it wasn’t uncommon to find the two at the maknae’s shared apartment late at night hunched over a pile of exercise sheets and past exams. 

It wasn’t always like this though, Jungkook started college as valedictorian, top of his class effortlessly getting honors and getting into his dream school for bioengineering. But that confidence would be his downfall because nothing could’ve prepared him for the massive effort that you’re supposed to put into a college major. His first ruthlessly failed exam needing an emergency call to Namjoon from Jungkook’s two roommates for him to come and console the poor boy. Easy enough to do if you’re Jungkook’s personal hero. But a bigger problem was brewing for the younger that Namjoon wouldn’t be entirely sure how to tackle. 

Said problem being: a very suddenly anxious Jungkook, unsure of his own skill and unable to figure out how to properly study in a way that ensures this never ever happens to him. 

“Kook-ah, you know what you need to know for the exam.” Namjoon tries. “You will be okay.” His hand sits on Jungkook’s bouncing knee, settling it. He can at least do that. 

“But what if I forget? What if I get so nervous I can’t recall everything I studied. And all my effort goes to waste-” He is spiraling. Namjoon can see him spiraling, he says the first thing that comes to mind. 

“Get up. We are getting dinner.” He stands up, leaving behind a puzzled Jungkook. Groggy from lack of sleep, puffy from stress, hair a fluffy mess from running his hands through it. He looks adorable, and he is wordlessly looking for an explanation. “You’re not gonna get any sleep locked up in here.” 

“I do need to sleep tonight.” Jungkook mumbles more to himself, and Namjoon is a bit concerned about the way the younger says ‘tonight’ like it’s the exception. But he chooses not to comment on it. 

“Exactly, let’s go. Hyung’s treat.” His smile grows on his face, he’s got him hooked and out of the house; and that’s what matters. Jungkook really does have this class figured out, they’ve been at it for hours and Jungkook has been at it for weeks. Continuous days of sleepless nights, Namjoon is sure if he gets as much as one beer into his system, Jungkook will sleep like a baby. 

The decision is simple, something that’s walking distance because Namjoon can’t drive. The shoebox-sized fried chicken place across the street from Jungkook’s apartment. As soon as they walk in, Jungkook is groaning behind him. “I’m starving!” 

It earns a squinted glare from Namjoon over his shoulder. “When was the last time you ate?” 

“Do fingernails count?” 

“Sit down.” Namjoon is nearly tugging at the younger’s sleeve, guiding him to a booth. Trying to be menacing but Jungkook’s giggles show that he is unsuccessful. Too much endearment in Jungkook’s eyes when he looks at Namjoon for it to work. 

The place is nearly empty except for them both and some of the wandering staff. Namjoon didn’t think to check what time it was, or if their kitchen was even open still. And, call it his papa bear instinct, he is not leaving until he gets some food for Namjoon to eat. Fortunately when he calls the water, it’s all good news, he lets Jungkook take over what he wants. Since Namjoon ate the recommended amount of food today, he already had dinner. 

But he’ll share a beer with Jungkook. You know, in solidarity. 

Once they’re out of that stuffy apartment, it’s easy to fill the conversation with literally anything else that isn’t Jungkook’s exam. Feeling warmth spread along his chest at Jungkook’s whole demeanor lightening up. But he hasn’t seen the best of it yet, bunny grin spreading across his face when the chicken is set in front of them. 

“You sure you don’t want any?” His eyes are already eating the glistening chicken, but Jungkook quickly glances up at Namjoon. 

“No, no. I might steal some but I’m not hungry.” It does look like Jungkook ordered for two. But it’s nothing they can’t take home with them. “All yours, Kook.” He smiles, feeling genuine comfort at the sight of Jungkook pretty much launching onto his meal. 

The conversation does die a little inevitably. Jungkook isn’t giving himself much room to talk. He isn’t giving himself room to breathe. Bringing the plate close to his chest for his chopsticks to shovel the biggest mouthfuls his lips can possibly stretch to accommodate. Namjoon wouldn’t be able to ‘steal some of it’ even if he wanted to. Eyes wide as he takes the next bite, but they always close to enjoy the flavourful bites, signature frown letting Namjoon know that the younger is absolutely loving his food. 

Well, it’s nearly animalistic rather than blissful. Some of the caramelized coating of the chicken already staining Jungkook’s lips orange, and it’s beginning to cling to the corners of his mouth and some of his cheeks too; in the particularly huge bites. Not holding back any of the pleasure noises he lets out, because they all get muffled and swallowed by the food. 

The first few dishes licked clean in a matter of minutes.  A burp coaxing its way out of his mouth before he even sets the last empty plate down. 

“Aish… Manners, Jungkook.”  Namjoon feels a blush make his face all warm, as he chuckles through his scolding. 

“I told you I was starving.” He mumbles already bringing up the beer, the one that he had left abandoned as soon as the food was served. Cutting his own speech short with thick gulps of beer. “Ah-” Jungkook manages to close his lips to swallow the burp that comes immediately after. “Can I get some more?” 

It’s Namjoon’s turn to widen a bit beyond endearment. “Aren’t you full?” There’s a confused smile on his face, met with an uncharacteristic serious expression on Jungkook’s face. 

“I really don’t wanna go home yet. I can make more room.”  He sees it again, that fear and anxiety in Jungkook’s big guilty eyes. Namjoon acts on instinct, raising his arm for the waiter to see. 

“Jeogiyo! Another serving of spicy chicken please!” The waiter nods quickly. He shoots a warm smile to Jungkook who is looking gratefully back at him. “And two more beers.” 

Jungkook is determined in everything he does, Namjoon finds out. Even finishing every last crumb of this second serving.  Even as the frown on his face stops manifesting his appreciation for the flavor, but the effort of trying to fit all this food in. Taking a few more beer breaks to possibly wash down the greasy lump that must be forming in his throat. Though that must only make it worse, if the way his cheeks expand in swallowed burps is anything to go by. 

The same silence from Jungkook’s first devouring fills the table, though this time much painfully longer. And without any of the younger’s delighted enjoyment, instead a demonstration of pure… gluttony? Avoidance? Namjoon doesn’t even know what to call it. 

A struggle, is what it is. And Namjoon can’t seem to look away. Eyes following how Jungkook begins to eat with only one hand, the other one mysteriously disappearing under the table. The older can only guess it’s to ease the tension that must be forming at his stomach. 

Obviously already full, but he doesn’t cease until the last piece of chicken forced its way past his lips, at this point chewing slowly and lethargic. His blinking prolonged and sleepy. But he seals the deal by taking his beer and drinking the last few sips of it. Groaning immediately after he swallowed the last gulp. Noise that’s a little coaxed out by the burp that follows straight after. Leaning back on his seat, only his heavy breathing filling the silence. 

“How are you feeling?” Namjoon asks. 

“Ready to pop.” The younger chuckles sleepy. Namjoon was expecting something more along the lines of his emotional state for the exam. But this works too. 

“Want hyung to walk you home?” He can’t help but smile a bit, that blush from both fullness and alcohol on Jungkook’s cheeks, and his pouty greasy lips, it’s incredibly endearing. 

“Yeah… yeah I’ll fall asleep if we stay here.” Both his hands are on the table now, helping himself stand up. Revealing to Namjoon the sight Jungkook had been hiding under the table all their meal. A round cute, slightly reddened, bloat, that pushes the waistband of his sweatpants down; exposed by the shirt, that Jungkook seems to have folded upwards for a better rub. 

Namjoon can’t help but look at it, it’s right in front of his face! 

Looks tight. Small but packed to the brim. He wonders what it feels like to touch. 

The thing to snap him out of his trance is Jungkook unfolding his shirt right back to cover his ballooned stomach. “Do you want anything else?” The younger askes a bit puzzled. Right, Namjoon is still sitting. Still in perfect line of sight with Jungkook’s cute little bloat. 

“No no, sorry. I’m tired too.” He chuckles a bit through his excuse, standing up quickly and calling the waiter to take their bill. Ended up spending more than he anticipated. Namjoon wasn’t expecting Jungkook to order enough chicken for 3 and drink enough beer for him, Namjoon and the other few people in the restaurant. 

Though it’s worth it for the way Jungkook tiredly leans to him as they walk across the street back to his apartment. Not doubting for a second before wrapping his arm around the younger’s shoulders. Keeping it there all through the elevator ride. Feeling particularly accomplished at the way Jungkook nuzzles his neck, feeling his smile against his warm skin. 

His roommates, Jimin and Taehyung, give them a look from the living room; as Namjoon basically guides a half-asleep Jungkook to his room. A blush creeping on the older’s cheeks at the implications.

“H–he ate a lot of chicken.” Namjoon smiles with a nervous chuckle attached to the end of his sentence. 

“If the police come asking we won’t tell.” Taehyung snickers from the couch. As he continues to help Jungkook to his bed. He plops on it like dead weight but he is sleepily smiling up at Namjoon.

“Thanks, hyung.” His voice is still a little thick with grease. Eyes beaming even with bags under them. Just from the slight shift of movement to nuzzle his bed, Jungkook’s shirt is riding up again. A sliver of skin and the ballooned little tummy that pushes against the fabric. 

Namjoon diverts his eyes back to the younger’s face. “Anytime, Kook. Really.” He lets his hand comb through the fluffed up long hair of the younger. “I like seeing you so relaxed for a change.” Namjoon smiles down at him and is rewarded with melodic, slightly tipsy, giggling. “Rest up, okay?” 

“Yes.” 

“You’ll do great tomorrow.” 

“Yes, hyung.” He is already closing his eyes. And Namjoon has to hold back an endeared chuckle. Not bothering to say another word as he quietly leaves the sleeping Jungkook behind. 

It’s about the early afternoon, after what Namjoon imagines is a harrowing exam experience, that he gets a text from Jungkook. 

kook: that dinner worked like MAGIC hyung 

kook: that might have been the best night sleep i had 

kook: NOT EVEN IN EXAMS EASON JUST IN GENERAL

Namjoon wasn’t trying to give life saving advice. Mostly just panicked in an attempt to get Jungkook out of the house. But the relief he feels is too much for him to even feel like a fraud. 

Though it really must’ve worked like a charm. Because he doesn’t get another text from Jungkook for the entirety of exam season. It’s a change of pace to get a text from the younger that isn’t anxiety-ridden, a change that Namjoon entirely welcomes. 

kook: namjoonie hyung

kook: i miss you

kook: come with me to a cafe to study? 

A smile is already splitting his face. 

you: oh i’d love to! but i actually graduated 2 years ago 😅 thanks tho

kook: -_- 

kook: come work or something 

kook: since when are you turning down opportunities to be at a little nice coffee shop with ambiance and good french toast? 

kook: don’t you have anything to work on? 

He can’t help the smile growing on his face. He gets so defensive, as if Namjoon could ever say no to him. And he has some lyrics he’s been wanting to clean up. Though he won’t tell Jungkook, he doesn’t want to remind the younger of his… artist name. 

No matter how many times Jungkook says that Rap Mon was the sole reason he ever approached the older in college, Namjoon refuses to believe it. 

you: sure i’ll find something~ 

kook: you play so hard to get. 

Namjoon would think he sounded annoyed if he didn’t send the coffee shop place and the time to be there. With his headphones, laptop and little lyric notebook he makes sure to be there. 

As most times, Jungkook epsters him for a reason. The place does have a beautiful ambience, and the smell of coffee and baked goods smells divine and the place is filled with mostly one person tables of people buried in their work. He spots Jungkook pretty easily, in one of the booths with an arrangement of what, from Namjoon’s personal experience, he imagines are exercise guides, the obscenely big calculator, and his glasses on, hair up in a bun. 

Cute. 

He must’ve been here for a while longer than Namjoon, if the few clean plates are anything to go by. Jungkook doesn’t notice the older, like everyone else, completely engulfed in what he is doing. 

“You could’ve told me to come ehre earlier.” He chuckles without malice, making Jungkook perk up. 

“Oh! I just got here like 20 minutes ago. I got off class early.” So he ate all this in 20 minutes? “Hi to you too by the way.” He says through pursed lips. A dimpled grin splits Namjoon’s face. 

“Hi, Jungkook. I missed you.” His words are particularly sweet and genuine, just to get a smile out of him. And it works, it always works. 

“You should order something, I picked a place with good salty options for you.” He says smugly. 

“So thoughtful, Kook.” Namjoon sighs dreamily, picking the abandoned menu from the corner of the table. And he is right, he already sees an avocado toast that catches his eye. But when the waiter comes to them to take Namjoon’s order, Jungkook is talking again. 

“I’ll get another latte and one of the cinnamon rolls.” He smiles politely to the waiter, Namjoon has to get over the fact that he is ordering more at all. 

“And… an avocado toast and an americano.” Namjoon recovers smoothly. The waiter looks a little surprised too. If Jungkoko really got here just 20 minutes ago like he says, then yeah, anyone would be surprised he is getting… (Namjoon counts the plates), fourths already. 

Regardless he nods and walks away. Namjoon starts setting up ready to get to work. Though in the silence it seems like Jungkook feels the need to explain himself. 

“That was my lunch.” 

“Oh?”

“This is… dessert.” A smile grows at the sudden seriousness in Jungkook’s tone. 

“Okay.” He says a bit amused, a small chuckle bubbling at the back of his throat. “You can eat as much as you want.” He offers a gentler look, only because there’s a tint to Jungkook’s cheeks. The younger smiles back before they fall into comfortable silence. Only interrupted by their food, and then, quiet eating noises with the subtle scribbling of their paper. 

Until Jungkook is done with his order, then he calls the waiter again. For more food. And Namjoon is getting a proper view of what happened in those first 20 minutes that Jungkook arrived before him. Practically scarfing down the plates without even glancing at them. The hand that isn’t scribbling obscenely long equations onto the paper, reaches for the food. Clumsily, his lips stretching and trying to catch the food without taking his eyes off the exercise. Only lifting his face when he is done and needs to call the waiter for more. Though, the entire staff seems to be alert of Jungkook. 

Is this not the first time he is doing this? 

Namjoon tries not to think about it, but what were once quiet eating noises turn louder the messier it gets. So he can’t ignore it, and at some point he just starts to wonder how much can Jungkook pack in? The stack of plates next to his pencil case is obscene, like something out of an eating contest. One that only Jungkook knows about, and he’s been practicing months to get a head started on.

Because, Namjoon has hung out a lot with him, and even when he was a freshman in college, Jungkook could never eat this much. Not even when the dreadful freshman 15 are supposed to hit. He is so acutely aware of Jungkook’s eating, Namjoon does not manage to do any work that day; not a single verse. Maybe for the better, since he spares himself from Jungkook’s teasing. 

But it’s a long couple of hours. Namjoon knows he could’ve gotten up at any time, they’re just keeping eachother company. Yet, he finds that he can’t quite bring himself to stop stealing glances at the younger, catching him sometimes halfway through stretching his lips around a bite, or even already licking his fingers clean obscenely before reaching for another handful of food. Namjoon is transfixed in this cycle of looking up just to quickly divert his eyes away, though he doubts Jungkook even notices him there. 

Alas, when he finishes his exercise guide, he proudly punches the table grinning. “Done.” He states a bit breathless, which has probably something to do with the massacre of plates beside him. And it’s not even the whole thing, as the staff took the initiative to start taking away the plates as they piled up besides Jungkook. “I can’t look at another one of these or my brain will pop.”

Namjoon has to hold back from saying he imagines there will be another organ of his popping soon. “Yeah I’m all out of juice too.” He says instead, resigned. He is not getting any progress, not today. After fighting for who covers the check, and Namjoon successfully wins, they’re packing their things. 

Only then, does he get to see the impact of Jungkook’s new coping method for stress. When the younger stands up from his chair, without the table covering him anymore and reveals the rest of his body. Namjoon comes eye to eye with Jungkook’s newfound pudgy middle. A belly that hangs just a bit over the waistband of his pants, with a shirt that clings to the pillowy fat; hem barely brushing his bottom roll. As if a wrong movement would make it ride up the gentle curve of his stomach. Tight enough that the dent of his belly button shows through the stretched fabric, clinging fully to the muffin top on his hips and putting full display of the thickness of his waist. 

Having him stood up while Namjoon still sits makes it even clearer that it’s not just his belly that softened, but all of him. His chest rounded out and pushed slightly forward; perky chest and slightly puffy nipples. Something Namjoon maybe would have noticed if it weren’t for Jungkook’s chronically awful posture. Stretching the shirt at the very top. Along with his arms, clinging to the short sleeves without all the definition that Namjoon had gotten used to, instead softer and thicker. And his double chin, from this angle it was evident. Face looked rounder more than ever with the padding under his jaw clear as day as Jungkook looked down to smile at the older. 

“Not enough juice to even get up?” Jungkook retorts and snaps Namjoon out of his trance. 

“Y-yeah yeah sorry.” He stands up quickly, quickly enough that he nearly knocks into the table a bit. Earning a deserved chuckle from the younger, and a flustered huff from Namjoon. “Shush, or I’m making you drive me.” 

“I was gonna offer to drive you anyway. Come on.” 

He doesn’t miss the slight heavy breathing form Jungkook as they walk to the car, and the quiet sigh when he sits on the driver’s seat; he tries to ignore it at least. But Jungkook makes it extra hard to look away when the hand that isn’t steering the wheel cupped the bottom of his belly. Thumb digging into the layer of pudge to reach the bloat, in slow circular motions. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this relaxed while studying.” He says, and it’s genuine! Jungkook has a satisfied smile on his face, Namjoon remembers when he had to pry the younger away from the exercise guides and coax him to eat a meal.

Definitely doesn’t have any of those problems anymore. 

“You helped for sure.” 

“Please, you were in the zone even before I got there.” 

“No. No I mean like, the tip. The tip you gave me all that time ago?” Namjoon’s puzzled look must speak for itself. “You know, eating before an exam, eating while studying. Like we did last time.” 

He doesn’t distinctly remember giving Jungkook that advice, but it shows all over his body. And his smile is so proud of himself, the one that reminds Namjoon of an underclassmen highschooler telling him he wanted to go to college for biology just like Namjoon. Just to impress him.

Namjoon simply doesn’t have the heart to tell him otherwise. 

In fact, Namjoon doesn’t have the heart to tell him anything else on the matter. Anything that isn’t encouragement. Even when Jungkook isn’t in exam season, he’s become so food motivated; it makes sense to offer him treats during the semester, just to keep him on track…

It makes sense for Namjoon to do that.

Of course. 

Snatching him during the week for study cafes, and bringing beer to all their late night study sessions… They’re all for the sake of Jungkook’s education. 

In the back of his mind, of course, he thinks his genuine encouragement might have gotten out of hand. But it’s worth it for the starch difference in Jungkook’s grades, and overall mood. Going through his classes with ease, as well as going through bags of snacks during said lectures. Through the rest of the year it only got worse, Namjoon knows this, but… Jungkook seems so happy. 

These are some of the thoughts he has to debate with every time he goes to Jungkook’s for another study session. Tonight is no different. Going up the stairs to the younger’s apartment to support Jungkook in the midst of exam season. Though at this point, Namjoon isn’t entirely sure if he is of service anymore. 

But if he isn’t of service, that means he has to face what other reason he could be joining Jungkook so often for. 

And Namjoon simply doesn’t have time for that, he just arrived at Jungkook’s place. Box of brownies in hand. Store bought, Jungkook’s favorite (for some reason). 

“Hyung!” His smile remains just as bright as any other day that Namjoon shows up for support. 

The rest of Jungkook though… It’s unrecognizable. 

In a year, the student’s new “study method” took a toll on Jungkook’s body. The frame that opened the door for Namjoon was close to being as wide as the door frame itself. His waist thickened to the point it buried any trace of Jungkook’s former dainty waist, thick rolls stacking along his sides, staring with jiggly love handles and finishing at the top with, what Namjoon could only describe as, the weight of his moobs beginning to overspill from the sides, beginning to sag to the sides with rounded softened nipples that constantly push against all his shirt. Pushing his arms to the sides, both of them fattened as well, softened without any of its former impressive muscle; they wobbled gently when he scribbled on paper. 

As soon as he opens the door, his belly threatens to push through the threshold on its own, stretching forward in a slope. Slightly firmer at the top and center of it, but surrounded with pillowy and sagging downwards over the waistband of his pants. Overhang girthy and making most of Jungkook’s shirts ride up as he walks. Always shifting in his chairs trying to push his shirt down from behind and then from the front, before he inevitably gives up. It folds into hefty rolls whenever he sits down, taking room on his lap. The fact his legs fattened so much too doesn’t help, pooling out of every chair he sits on, ass wobbling with each step of the stairs that he’s taken Namjoon to their apartment. 

His face… probably the only thing that stayed the same. Cheeks just rounding out cutely, making his face impossibly more of a circle when he grins, bright and heartwarming. With the addition of a bit of padding hanging off his once sharp jawline, into a squishy double chin. 

“Hey Kook.” He says before his staring becomes too obvious. “I bought some motivation.” Namjoon smiles, proudly patting the brownie box. 

“How did you know I was craving these?!” The younger whines thankful, as he steps aside to let Namjoon in. 

“You’re always craving the worst quality brownie in the market.” 

“Hey! There’s definitely ones worse than this! There’s always the cafeteria ones.” Namjoon is already making his way to the dining table. Guided by the scattered papers and books that are already taking over the surface. 

“Second worst, then.” He gives in with a fond smile, like he always does. Taking a seat in front of Jungkook. Who makes the poor IKEA chair creak when he takes a seat on it. “Does that make you feel better about yourself?”

“Immensely.” His shit-eating-grin isn’t any less endearing. 

“What are we studying today?” Namjoon cuts him off instead, only for Jungkook to start showing him the exercises he’s been having trouble with. Wordlessly and poutily. “Oh… oh I remember hating these.” The older’s face scrunches at the memory. 

“I know… It’s gonna take a lot of brownies to get me through this.” Jungkook sulks. And right, because they’ve been implementing a new system. As well as the plethora of “study snacks” that Jungkook mindlessly gorges on while working, there’s the reward snacks. The ones Namjoon keeps out of his reach only to give him when he finishes something. 

It’s been so long, Namjoon doesn’t exactly remember how it started. All he knows is Jungkook is too dependent on it now to go back to not getting snacks as rewards now. 

“Just start with this one.” He points to one of the exercises on his study guide. Before picking up the brownie box and giving it a gentle shake. “There’s enough for the entire syllabus.” That’s the thing that makes Jungkook’s eyes sparkle with newfound motivation. Wordlessly taking the guide and his notebook before starting to quietly scribble down. 

It was about 10 minutes, Namjoon using that time to revise Jungkook’s notes and get accustomed with the subject again. But, fast as ever, Jungkook slides the resolved exercise. “Let’s see.” Namjoon mumbles adjusting his glasses, feeling the younger’s eyes glued to him, switching from Namjoon’s reaction to the unopened brownie box. “This one is good!” He chirps, but it’s nothing compared to the full body beam Jungkook gives him, reaching for the brownie 

The cycle repeats endlessly. Jungkook is a skilled diligent student, Namjoon isn’t entirely sure why the younger keeps inviting him over to study, almost never fully needing to ask questions. If there ever is a mistake, once Namjoon points it out, it is like something clicks in Jungkook’s mind. Entitle up to speed with the older. 

The brownie box is emptying quickly. And Namjoon feels entirely useless, yet he can’t find himself to say it outloud. Not when Jungkook is in front of him with crumbs all over his cheeks and chest, chocolate clinging to the corners of his lips. And the hand that isn’t writing down is under the table mysteriously. Or well… It hasn’t been a mystery since that time at the coffee shop. 

Another exercise done, Namjoon isn’t even done revising it before he catches a hand reach to the brownie box from the corner of his eyes. In a reflex the older reaches for it faster and brings it towards himself. “Ah ah ah, don’t get cocky. You don’t know if it’s correct or not.” He has a teasing smile, and Jungkook looks startled for a second, as if he had done it unconsciously, before smiling back. 

“I’m pretty sure it is, hyung.” As he says it his hand reaches for the box again. And Namjoon has to bring it further back; this time with the glint of competitiveness that the younger always inspires from him. 

“Not until I say so.” He’s finished reading, he knows it’s correct. But still, he holds the box away from Jungkook’s grasp, with a playful smile that the younger mimics. This isn’t about the exercise, not anymore. Jungkook tries to reach further from the table, leaning out of his chair. Just for Namjoon to react quicker than ever leaning back. From Jungkook’s angle, Namjoon can see the way the top of his belly is sinking into the edge of the table. Softer chest sagging barely against his shirt. 

He can see Jungkook beginning to prepare to lean closer. And when Namjoon stands up already grinning from ear to ear, ready to possibly be chased by the younger. 

And when Jungkook launches at him… He can’t. Namjoon’s smile fades a little, as he watches Jungkook try again. His own expression cracking into disbelief as he looks down at himself. Realization dawning on both of them slowly. 

Jungkook is stuck in the chair. 

The room feels death quiet, Jungkook clears his throat looking down at himself, hands gripping the armrests. Now that he is standing, Namjoon can see the way they’re digging into his fatty sides. And tries to push them down. Making his body ripple with each try. 

Namjoon feels a little petrified where he stands. Before pleading doe eyes look his way. “A little help?!” Jungkook whines, snapping the older from the trance he was in. 

“Fuck sorry.” Namjoon chuckles a bit nervously before rushing to him. “Come on, let’s get you out.” He mumbles getting behind Jungkook, fingers gripping into the legs of the chair and begin to tug backwards. 

“Yes!” Jungkook groans. With each tug his apron belly slap against his lap. “I really really want that brownie!” He throws his head back whining pathetically. As if everything in his body didn’t scream that he had one brownie box too many. 

Namjoon is grunting behind him, but it won’t budge. “Has this happened before?!” He can’t help his desperate tone. And Jungkook throws an insulted look over his shoulder. 

“No?! You think I would’ve sat here if I got stuck already!?” 

“I don’t, but it looks like this chair is three sizes small, Kook.” He chuckles a bit, slowly getting the chair off the curve of his plump love handles. Both of the younger’s hands are on the table, pushing his ass to Namjoon in an attempt to collaborate. 

“I’ve been studying in my room a lot!” Jungkook’s voice gets higher pitched as he whines. Making Namjoon more forceful until he stumbles back. Flimsy wooden chair in his hands as he frees Jungkook. 

“Ha!” He is a little breathless but victorious still. “Freedom.” Namjoon punches the air. Before noticing Jungkook’s silence. 

He is eating another brownie. Namjoon guesses, the one Jungkook thought was owed to him for getting that exercise right. But then he is grabbing another one while still munching on the previous brownie. And his other hand is grabbing another one after that. 

“What are those supposed to be for?” Namjoon crosses his arms with a teasing smile. 

“Emotional reparations.” 

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Taehyung hates critique day. Which sucks. Because in an art major, every day is critique day. He knew what he was getting into, of course he knew. Taehyung just didn’t expect to feel so personally about his art. 

Though, he knows how to behave. Of course he doesn’t make a scene, and he takes all the critiques. But his frustrations end up manifesting elsewhere. 

It’s not even his turn, there’s another 10 people before him. But Taehyung’s thumb is already against his lips. Teeth anxiously nipping at his cuticles. He doesn’t think his art is beyond critiquing, of course not. That’s the whole reason he is majoring in art. But he pours so much of himself into each piece, vulnerable and grotesquely intimate. It’s so hard to expose in front of everyone, relating the quality of his art directly to his own value as a person. 

What if what he is saying is overdone? A cliche experience that everyone goes through and is not worthy of being represented through art. Or worse, what if it’s too much? Too personal and private to expose in a room full of strangers. What if these types of things should be left for the little epigraph under a painting for only the willing to read? Instead of stating it proudly as a defense for the homework you did in front of a bunch of strangers- 

A hand places gently on his wrists, warm. Cutting the middle of his rampant spiral. Taehyung still has his fingers grazing against his lips when he turns to see the hand owner, his upperclassman and TA, Seokjin. Who has a patient smile on his face that seems like he can read all of Taehyung’s thoughts. 

“If you’re gonna nip on anything, have this.” He whispers as to not call attention to them while the professor gives her critiques to another student. Taehyung’s hand is lowered gently and a candy bar is placed on it. His jaw drops, looking at it before looking up at Seokjin; who looks even smug about it. 

“Thanks.” Even if his response is short, the admiration and gratitude must show on his face, because the older has to stifle a laugh. Taehyung doesn’t waste another second ripping open the package and bringing it to his lips. 

Being able to press these anxieties onto the crunchy bar feels too relieving. The delicious nutty flavor is an amazing bonus. Taehyung can’t hold back from finishing it in only a few hurried bites. Relishing in the way his thoughts are taken over by the small snack, instead of his sprinting anxieties. And then he is pushing the last of it with his fingers, only realizing he hasn’t taken a single moment to enjoy the candy bar once he is gulping the last bite. And he isn’t even close to having to expose his artwork. 

Does he go back to panicking? It feels like he should- Correction, it feels like he is. 

Unconsciously, his hand is already reaching for his lips when Seokjin intercepts it again. Another candy bar in hand. Making Taehyung’s eyebrows fly to the roof. 

“I get cravings during the day, okay? Don’t look so judgy.” Seokjin defends himself whispering, but his smile gives away that he didn’t take it too personally. 

“I don’t wanna waste your stash, don’t you have some gum?” It’s the younger’s turn to hold in his giggles. 

His TA’s face scrunches up. “I don’t like mint.” 

“You are weird.” Taehyung says with a smile, hands already focusing on tearing the wrapper apart. Seokjin is rolling his eyes, while the younger is stifling his giggle with the first bite. He wordlessly passes Taehyung his backpack so lay by the student’s side where he is sat. Opened already and showing the plethora of candy bars and different snacks stashed in there. 

How is this man so fit?! Taehyung rather brings the backpack closer to his side with his leg, as he’s already working through the second candy bar. He really tried to space it out and enjoy it a bit. But he still finished it in the span of only one student getting their critique. Only throwing a pleading glance at Seokjin, whose eyes are already on Taehyung with a patient nod, he is reaching deep in the bag for another one. Without looking into the bag, it really does feel like he has the entire thing full to the brim. 

He pulls another one out, this time not so worried in making sure he makes it last throughout the like, 8 other people who have critiques before Taehyung. And he doesn’t. But his hand is already reaching for the bag without a second thought. He is sure Seokjin will be fine without 3 or 4 of his bars. The supply feels so endless he doesn’t even keep track. 

Letting the candy bar wrappers pile around him, it doesn’t take long before a warm feeling starts to set on the bottom of his stomach. Blood circulation his stomach as it digests all that chocolate, peanut butter, and whatever else they put on them. It��s making him sleepy, but Taehyung welcomes the feeling with open arms, sedating him from all his anxieties. Mind too lethargic to worry, and hands too busy on the slight bloat of his tummy to reach for his teeth to nip at them. Taehyung doesn’t even notice when his time for the critique comes, catching him half way through a snickers bar. That he brushes to his lap, along with all the other wrappers that piled on his desk around his art piece. 

The warmth emanating from his stomach is enough to even make him feel more soothed as he explains his piece. Something Taehyung had been struggling with since he got his first critique, and he realizes he can’t in fact be perfect at something from the get go; like he had unconsciously hoped for. Not this time though, he has a calm tone as he explains the inner workings and reasonings behind his assignment. And he doesn’t know if it’s that, or if this piece is particularly good, or if his lethargic mind is playing tricks on his perception of the world, but the critiques don’t seem as bad as they usually are. 

The rest of the class passes by in a blurr. And he has Seokjin to thank for it. 

And he does! Walking up to the TA once everyone starts walking out. 

“Sorry about almost emptying your bag.” He smiles shyly. “But I really never felt that relaxed during a critique, ever.” 

“Don’t mention it, I know it took me ages to get used to it.” His smile is patient as ever, Taehyung is beginning to wonder if it was this charming from the beginning of the semester. 

“And what did you do then?” If he is tucking a lock of hair behind his ear, it’s nobody’s business. 

“I was bringing entire boxes worth of snacks.” Seokjin giggles. “Really took my freshman 15 to a whole new level.” 

If Taehyung lets his eyes go up and down Seokjin’s body with a smile, then maybe it’s a little bit of his TA’s business. “Doesn’t look like you have them on you right now.” 

Seokjin smiles with a bit more confidence. Taehyung has never prided himself in his subtlety. “I told you I got used to the critiques, didn’t I?” If the older takes a step closer, Taehyung’s heart has no business pitter pattering this way. “Now I just keep a stash in case anyone is getting a little panicky.” Taehyung is about to object, but Seokjin anticipates it. “Happens more often than you think!” 

“Sure it does.” His arms are folding over his chest, but it’s not as defensive as it is flirty. Seokjin seems to notice. 

“You can just say thank you.” The fact his tone gets even cockier should not be as attractive as Taehyung is making it out to be. 

“If it manages to calm my nerves consistently. Then you’ll get your thank you.” It feels like they’re standing much closer than when Taehyung first walked up to him to thank the TA. But he is leaving with a lot more. 

“Keep me updated then.” Seokjin smiles unfaced. 

“I will.” 

And Taehyung leaves that class with an entirely different feeling of nerves than the one he walked in with; much giddier too. Though, airhead at heart, he notices he forgot to ask Seokjin for his number; and Taehyung definitely won’t be flirting through their school emails, and finding his social media and dming him is out of the question. Taeyung has some dignity left, thank you very much. 

Instead, he limits himself to keep Seokjin’s memory alive in his mind every time he has a class where he has to present some of his artwork. Stocking up on a bagful of snacks for him to work his way through until he gets his critique. Mostly figuring out what’s the right amount, since that first time he only ever started snacking about 2/3rds of the the class in, so naturally Taehyung has more time to fill if he is starting to eat from the get go. But also, he can’t get too full too early! Because then the feeling could possibly wash off in the span of his 4 hour courses. 

Though the most exciting part of his week was trying out what he enjoyed snacking on the most. What offered that warm hazy sensation that Taehyung was seeking, what settled best on his tummy, and what was most appropriate for class. He is not making the same mistake of bringing some chips and spicy sauce to class; not only making a lot of noise, but having the spice make his stomach gurgle and churn as he held back from farting in class. 

After extensive research, Taehyung found out that sweets were the best option. Fluffy and noiseless, and perfectly filling. Instead of cramping to fit them into his bag, Taehyung proudly walks into class with a bakery box that sits on his lap. They’re bigger and more filling than candy bars, just (if not more) as delicious. And Taehyung plops it open as soon as the first student begins to expose. He is able to make them last the entire class, chewing unhurried but constantly throughout. Taehyung’s always had an appetite, but he always brings enough to end up with both hands under his desk on his bloated tummy, and a fuzzy feeling of fullness. 

It’s only been two weeks, but Taehyung really does feel like he owes Seokjin a thank you. He thinks to himself as he walks into the classroom where Seokjin assists. The younger considered talking to him after class, but he finds the TA’s eyes on him… Probably due to the bakery box he brings with him into the classroom. Taehyung quite frankly, had already naturalized the snacks he has been bringing with him to most classes. Completely forgetting that Seokjin only comes to help out once every two weeks. 

“I take it you’re trying out my advice?” Seokjin catches him as Taehyung walks to his usual desk. 

“Trying it? I’ve already adopted it.” He sits down and smiles up at Seokjin. “I haven’t been this relaxed ever since I got into art.” Taehyung leans back into his chair, smug, before beaming. “And look at this!” His hand wiggles his fingers daintily in front of Soekjin’s face, his eyes crossing a bit to get a better look at the sight. 

With perfectly healthy cuticles. 

He gently takes Taehyung’s hand into his. Thumb rubbing up and down his middle finger; making the younger’s insides churn. “Wow… Look at you.” His tone is a little teasing, but his smile is endeared. Though, Taehyung can only focus on the world around him again, once the TA has let his hand go. “What’s on today’s menu?” 

“Cinnamon rolls, some red velvet slices…” He purses his lips. And shies a bit when he sees Seokjin’s eyebrows reach his hairline. “And–and just a few more things. Can’t remember.” 

“Certainly a lot more than those 5 snicker bars you ate last time.” This time there isn’t much endearment in Seokjin’s smile. Taehyung widens. 

It was only 5?!  He had felt so overwhelmingly full back then… 

Now it wouldn’t come close to doing the job. 

“I always had an appetite.” He shrugs with pouty lips. “I was just guilty of eating too much of your stash.” Taehyung excuses himself with arms crossed over his chest. 

“I’m glad you’re bringing your own then.” Seokjin chuckles, making Taehyung worry if he even believes the younger’s excuse. “This is definitely more than all of my stash.” He eyes the big bakery box on Taehyung’s desk, and looks up with a smile that doesn’t say the full truth; the younger’s cheeks burn a little warmer. 

But he doesn’t get to say the last word, the professor is calling Seokjin over; who only offers a wide grin before ushering to her desk. 

This interaction definitely echoes in Taehyung’s mind, only silenced with the first few bites of the cinnamon roll. But not entirely, since flashes of Seokjin’s teasing smile as he eyed Taehyung’s portion size creeps on him. Catching him mid-bite, with his lips stretched, buttercream coating his lips and red velvet crumbs already beginning to fall onto his lap. His cheeks blushed everytime. All that nonchalance he had these two weeks, acquiring this habit, unbothered by the weird stares, suddenly shifted into self awareness when Taehyung sensed the TA’s eyes on him. 

Taehyung didn’t dare look to check; he wouldn’t know what to do with himself if he actually caught Seokjin staring at him making a pig out of himself in class. Maybe he was just deluding himself and the older was nowhere near paying him attention. Why would he be? They barely know each other. 

All this just represented more thoughts for Taehyung to have to silence with food. Or at least try to. Determined to silence his feelings of sudden awkwardness, like he had managed all those classes before this one; where he ate without a care. And besides, if anyone would be nonjudgmental of this… coping mechanism, it should be Seokjin out of all people, shouldn’t it? He advised Taehyung to do it after all. 

A thought in the back of his mind wonders if maybe it isn’t judgment that Seokjin is showing. But Taehyung decides to bury that thought with another one of the cinnamon rolls, taking an obscene bite of it. Guiding his thoughts to the warmth stretching his stomach, not taut yet but getting there. Pressing against his shirt with a slight curve. Already making him blissed and a little sleepy. 

And he still has so much more food to go. 

Perfect. 

With newfound determination, and a mind determined to not think for the rest of the class, Taehyung loses himself to the food before him. Not only the sound of his professor giving critiques, but the sight from the corner of his eye of Seokjin (possibly) watching him, all fade away. As Taeyung focuses on looking down at his bakery box, focusing on his own hands as they reach more fervently for the food, feeling how the icing and buttercream make his throat feel thick and his entire body tingle as all the blood goes to his distending stomach. One hand goes idly to caress the growing curve, feels like with every heavy gulp, it expands against his fingers. Though it doesn’t feel unbearable like it used to be. 

He brought enough food that when it’s time for his critiques, Taehyung hasn’t even finished. But he still ate enough for that comfortable warmth to ease his nerves. It goes by smoothly, like it has for the past few weeks. And he has left overs! Taehyung could probably take these back to his apartment, he is sure Jungkook will appreciate the extra study snacks. 

Yet as soon as his professor is done talking to him, his hand is reaching for another slice of cake. Even when he has no reason to be nervous anymore, no anxiety rattling his bones; it’s like his hands reach for the food all on their own. He doesn’t even question it, let alone try to stop himself. But in the back of his mind, Taehyung is beginning to realize, he’s trained his body to do this. To eat without conscience, to eat to lose conscience. 

Which isn’t really all that good. But then again… Being this full does feel really nice. Especially when these last baked goods are all he needs to fully push to the edge of comfortably full to stuffed to brim. The thought on the back of his mind isn’t enough to stop the automated path of his hand, as it grips the velvety piece of cake. It doesn’t matter if it’s not as enjoyable as it settles in his rounding stomach. The taste is amazing. 

Fuck Jungkook, he has enough snacks already. That waistline speaks for itself. 

Taehyung has to force that last bite down with his index finger, chewing lethargic and slowly; a little painful. His stomach gurgling under his desk in complaint, as if to convince Taehyung to not swallow. He does, obviously. The only thing more embarrassing than eating like a hog in front of everyone, would be spitting something out. He gulps it down and has a burp stretching his cheeks almost immediately after. Having to cup his swollen stomach when it vibrates and gurgles whining. 

Ow. 

He might have overdone it. His eyelids feel heavy and it feels like all those sweets are taking space his lungs need; making his breathing heavier and his body warm all over. 

As if on cue, the class is dismissed! Perfect timing, Taehyung is ready to get these pants off and take a fat nap. Already tidying up his desk from all the little disposable plates and trays, he has good student etiquette thank you very much. Ignoring the weird stares from fellow students that walk past his desk. If they haven’t gotten used to this in the last two weeks, it’s out of Taehyung’s hands. 

When it’s time to get up. His stomach churns painfully, cramping and complaining to the point Taehyung plops back into his chair. A little ‘ouf’ leaving his lips; as if he hadn’t already been breathless before attempting to stand. It takes a second try, and a second failure for Taehyung to realize… he might need a little help. 

This time around, he does feel like the side-eyes he is getting from his classmates are somewhat deserved. He overdid it. Most definitely. Taehyung has never been this full, belly expanding with each shallow breath; agitated from trying to stand and pinned by his taut belly. Full enough it stretches his poor shirt; he’s always had a bit of padding around his tummy, and it barely shows from how tight his stomach is rounding out. Only able to feel that chub when he massages his gurgling stomach; but it looks hard enough to be a baby bump. 

In a meek, breathless attempt, Taehyung tries again. Only to fall back in his chair. Desperation beginning to tie his overstuffed stomach in a knot, not only are his classmates leaving; but the people from the class after theirs are entering. His head turning for any familiar face he could ask for assistance. 

The only one he finds is the one Taehyung is most embarrassed to call for help. But he doesn’t have much of a choice, does he? 

“Seokjinssi?” The TA was picking up some notes, his back to Taehyung, thankfully. There’s at least some hope that he didn’t see Taehyung’s pathetic attempts to get up. 

“What is it?” He comes closer slinging his backpack on and getting a proper look at Taehyung’s situation. Bloated belly, pushing at the waistband of his pants and shirt, holding onto the desk for momentum. Seokjin’s entertained smile makes him want to shrink away. 

“Could you…” Taehyung is not gonna look at his face when asking, instead looking at the mess he turned himself into. All of that flirty energy he had felt for Seokjin when he first helped the younger out, was gone. Replaced with mortifying embarrassment. “Uh… I kind of overdid it. I need a little help.” He says instead, avoiding Seokjin’s reaction. 

A hand comes into his line of vision.

Phew. 

Taehyung takes it and lets Seokjin tug him up. Amazed by the soft grunt that slips from the back of his throat; feeling his swollen stomach try and pin him in place. But that’s not nearly as embarrassing as the way he accidentally leans closer than he should to Seokjin’s torso. The hand that isn’t holding Taehyung’s holding him by his waist; hand big enough to brush the side of his bloat.

He is mortified, and Seokjin’s little smile does nothing to help the feeling. 

“You okay?” The way even the TA’s charming expression has his eyebrows slightly raised and his eyes a little widened. Even he wasn’t ready for Taehyung’s display of gluttony. 

“Y–yeah… Yeah, thanks.” Taehyung forces himself to smile. But what’s even harder is separating from the firmness of Seokjin’s torso. Brushing the crumbs that collected across his chest. “That’s a first for me.” He feels the need to comment. 

“Eating so much you can’t get up?” Seokjin chuckles. “Yeah, you’re the first time I see it too.” His tone is friendly, but Taehyung can still feel his cheeks burning red. Only worsened by the up and down glance Seokjin gives of his body. 

“You should meet my roommates.” Taehyung tells a joke only for himself to laugh at. Ready to wash off all the embarrassment he accumulated in this class. “See you around, Seokjinssi.” He scrambles to grab his stuff and nod off. Weighting if this much humiliation is worth being able to handle the critiques. 

Taehyung doesn’t really decide. Not really. Because the next day comes, Taehyung doesn’t even have a critiquing that day, but his feet still drag him to the bakery close to campus. Staff already familiar with his face and gave him the freshest donuts of the batch. In the back of his mind, he does question himself again. If it really is the best for him to be eating beyond his capability to stand up. 

But he got the donuts already. And even if he won’t be getting critiques today, it’s still nice to have a snack while he paints. It’s just once more. 

Except it isn’t, Taehyung finds himself facing the fact he underestimated how much of a habit he had made of Seokjin’s little advice. Part of him started feeling guilty to not go to the bakery, feeling like all the staff was expecting him there. And the very few scattered days that Taehyung didn’t go, his worries were confirmed when the caring lovely staff asked about what happened. Besides, whenever he skipped, his stomach would grumble so much he would eventually end up dragging his feet to the college dining hall and buying anything he can get his eyes on. 

Seokjin doesn’t bring it up again, but he does continue walking over to Taehyung’s desk to chat. Never able to be subtle in the way he always glances down at the younger’s desk; as if to check if he had brought any food this time. And Taehyung always had. 

Luckily though, he never has to ask Seokjin for help getting up in what’s left of the semester. The more used he got to eating these huge quantities of sweets, the easier his stomach stretched and adapted to the heft of Taehyung’s snacks. But, simultaneously, made him harder and harder to satisfy. 

It got to the point where there wasn’t enough food he could physically bring to his class for it to be enough to make him feel as full as he used to be at the beginning of the semester. He keeps his portions similar to the ones he had when he first started bringing food to class, only to stuff himself with anything he could; whether it meant another stop to the bakery, a demolition of the lunch menu at the dining hall, or cleaning whatever his roommates had stashed the fridge with. Though that last option got him a scolding most of the time. 

In the back of his mind, he knows. Taehyung is overdoing it. Ending his school day stuffed to the brim and waddling home; even on the days he has sculpting class, and his hands are in no condition to be touching food. Let alone classes where his hands are in full capacity to eat, a professor’s critique not needed for his body to crave that hazy drowsy sensation of being full. 

And it’s beginning to show. He knows it. Taehyung can feel it in the way his clothes begin to fill out. Waistbands sinking into his middle when he sits down, and then even when he is standing up. His inner thighs rubbing together when he walks, covering all of the chair when he sits. The front of his tummy always pressing against his shirts, which have only gotten tighter with the course of the semester. Then, it’s not just his stomach pressing against the fabric, but his chest too. Small but puffy mounds of fat, with softened and overly sensitive nipples. Then his sleeves start feeling a little fuller as well. 

And if Taehyung gets another comment from his roommates about how chubby and round his face has gotten, he will throw another paintbrush at them. 

But it’s fine.

The semester will end, and without the routine of his classes, the routine of his snacking shall also stop. 

Taehyung has it under control. 

Even if he was determined to not need a change of clothes until the end of the semester. Yet here he is, rummaging through Jungkook and Jimin’s laundry for anything oversized. 

Whatever, it’s not a change of clothes. Jimin and Jungkook steal his clothes for fancy events all the time. Or… they used to. Taehyung doubts they fit them now. 

He finds one of Jungkook’s sweatpants and he rather not ponder on how they’re not an oversized fit. He leaves for uni decidedly. Today he has a live painting session, his favorite. He arrives there early even! Ready to pick his favorite spot in the circle of canvases, and display all his paints and–

Seokjin is there. 

“You don’t take this course.” He states a bit bluntly. Excuse him, but Taehyung has to mentally prepare himself to engage with Seokjin, and have him smiling all charming at him. 

“I don’t.” Luckily, the older only seems endeared by Taehyung’s straight forward greeting. “Ms.Lee called in sick, I’m covering for her.”

“Are TAs allowed to do that?” He can’t help scrunching his face. And it downright earns a bit of laughter from Seokjin, smile only growing. 

“It’s just a live painting session, Tae.” Endearment rolls off his tongue. “Take a seat.” Seokjin’s shit eating smile shouldn’t be as endearing as it is. But that’s an existential question Taehyung had to give up ages ago. 

“You’re not the boss of me.” He scoffs, but does in fact walk to his preferred canvas. Just because he wants to. Not because Seokjin instructed him. Setting his bag and walking to the line of aprons hung up at the back of the class. 

He doesn’t think twice before grabbing one, putting his head through it and beginning to tie it as he walks back to his spot. But… as he feels his belly press against the cloth, rolls on his waist shifting with each step, Taehyung feels the straps sink a little into the folds that stack on his sides. A sensation he’s gotten used to.

However, he can’t seem to be making the two ends of the straps meet… 

Not even close. 

Stopping in his tracks, he focuses on sucking in. And feels his stomach retract the slightest bit, he pushes the straps. The two edges barely grazing each other, not nearly enough give for him to tie a knot. And panic starts to set in. 

Yeah, he hasn’t had a live painting session in a while. But it hasn’t been that long, has it? 

And he hasn’t gotten that fat in said short amount of time, has he? 

He turns his back to the rack of aprons, almost resentfully. There has to be a bigger one, isn’t there? No, Taehyung is in Korea. Where he was a size large even before this… gain. 

“What’s the matter?” Seokjin asks, but his voice sounds more knowing than what Taehyung feels comfortable with. And his voice is closer than he was prepared for. 

Almost automatically, he takes the apron off his head, holding it defensively to his chest. Acutely aware of the way his hands sink into the new padding that rounds his pecs. “Nothing.” 

Seokjin’s smile only widens at that. “Nothing.” He repeats, comedically unconvinced. Though he is looking at Taehyung with endearment, helpful almost. 

“Yes.” But Taehyung is too prideful.

“Okay…” The older doesn’t argue. “That’s a really nice shirt, would be a shame to spill oil paint on it.” 

“I won’t.” He purses his lips, shrugging bratty. “I was about to put it on.” Taehyung’s thick-headedness gets the best of him though, and he can feel it bite him in the ass when Seokjin crosses his arms and leans against the wall; expectant. 

“Go on then.” 

“With what?”

“Put it on. I’m gonna start the class on time, so…” Taehyung doesn’t check the clock to know if the clash should actually start soon or not. Not willing to show that he has anything to worry about. At least he knows they’re still the only two here, if the way Soekjin is acting is anything to go by. Taehyung knows by now that as confident as he likes to act, the TA would die of embarrassment to be caught flirting like this. 

Does this count as flirting? It feels like he is just tormenting Taehyung. 

“Whatever…” He mumbles, putting it over his head again. But not bothering to tie it behind him. “There. Happy?”

“You’re so stubborn, did anybody tell you that?” Seokjin’s tone is too soft to be taken seriously. 

“Endlessly.” 

“Do you want some help?” 

“No.” 

“Do you need help?” He rephases much to Taehyung’s dismay. 

“…Maybe.” His surrender is worth it for the cackle Seokjin lets out as he walks behind Taehyung. “B-but I doubt you can do anything.” He grumbles as he feels Seokjin’s knuckles brush against his fatty sides as he takes a hold of the straps. The rolls that won’t leave no matter how much he sucks in. 

“Let me try…” He can practically hear Seokjin’s concentrated frown as he brings the straps behind the younger; Taehyung can feel them sink into his folds once more. There’s a beat of silence, where Seokjin doesn’t move the straps and seems to be calculating his options. Taehyung doesn’t want to wonder what the view must be like for him from behind. Finally, he instructs. “Suck in.” 

“Tsk, you think I didn’t try that already?” He responds a little defensively. 

“Just do it!” Seokjin’s voice is close to a whine. And Taehyung ‘eughs’ but compiles. Taking in a deep breath and forcing his pudgy belly inwards.

There’s another beat of silence, before Seokjin talks again. “That’s it?”

“What do you mean that’s it?” Taehyung can’t help his voice sounds a little breathless, still holding in. The end of his sentence cut short as a tug of the straps coaxes the air out of him. Straps not only sinking further into his rolls, but the front of the apron beginning to fold into itself too, riding up the curve of his belly just a little.

“Suck in more!” 

“I can’t- OUF!” The sudden tug cinches, or at least tries to cinch, at Taehyung’s middle. Fat overspilling from over the straps in a poor attempt to resist the restrictions of the apron. 

“Yeah, we are gonna need some extra fabric for these straps.” 

“You didn’t need to choke me to know that.” Taehyung is still catching his breath. And once he stops sucking in, he can feel all of Seokjin’s efforts come undone as the straps go back to reaching the far back of his side rolls. 

“I wouldn’t need to help you at all if your apron fit.” Seokjin retorts, giving a light squeeze to one of Taehyung’s thick love handles before moving to the front desk in the classroom. Just in time to avoid the indignant turn Taehyugn does to face him. 

“It’s your fault I don’t fit into the apron.” Or any of my clothes, for that matter. He holds back from saying. Seokjin has his back to him as he rummages through the drawers of a desk that most definitely isn’t the TA’s. 

“What did I do?” There’s a chuckle attached at the end of his question. That makes Taehyung believe Seokjin knows exactly what he did. “Aha!” He doesn’t let the younger answer, as he pulls out… A string. 

Walking victorious towards Taehyung, this time with a charming smile, he instructs again. “Turn around.” He complies, too curious to question the older’s strategy. Taehyung turns around and lifts his arms a bit. 

He can feel Seokjin take one of the straps once more. And in the comfortable silence with a very concentrated tone he asks. “Where were we?”

“I was gonna tell you how you are responsible for my apron not fitting.” He deadpans. 

“Ah yes… Blasphemy.” Seokjin giggles behind him. Now he is grabbing the other strap. 

“It’s not! Your trick for critique-anxiety worked too well.” The younger hopes his pout is coming through his voice for Seokjin to hear. “I’m surprised you aren’t struggling to put in your aprons either.” 

“I used that trick maybe one or twice for my final exams. Not… every single critique I was ever given.”

“It’s not my fault I get more anxious than you.”

“Was critique-anxiety the one making you eat during your normal classes too? I’m surprised you didn’t bring any snacks to this one. I feel robbed.” 

“How did you know I was eating in other classes?” 

“You have a bit of a reputation by now, Tae.” The endearment is ever present in Seokjin’s voice. “There!” He stands up straight finally, giving Taehyung’s peaking love handles, exposed by all the cinching and tugging of his shirt, one last celebratory pat. Making them giggle right above the slightly tight waistband of Jungkook’s joggers. “Your apron now fits. You are very very welcome.” 

“Thanks…” Taehyung tries to twist and get a proper look at Seokjin’s contraption, the extra yarn sinking a little into the padding that now covers his back. “And what do you mean I have a reputation?” He snaps up to look Seokjin in the eyes. A little sense of dread coiling at his stomach. 

Or that might just be the apron restricting his belly. 

“Don’t look at me like it’s news to you. Do you think people weren’t gonna notice the guy walking in with a picnic’s worth of food into every class? Even professors know who you are.”  His face is starting to burn and even if he was the one to daringly try and lock eyes with Seokjin to get an answer from him, Taehyung isn’t quite liking what he is hearing. 

So… to make his case even worse, he eyes the clock. Still 15 minutes till class starts, he has time. “I’ll go buy some breakfast.” He states pouty, feeling heat flare at his cheeks. 

“That definitely will help the apron.” Seokjin’s comment is already far behind, because Taehyung is fleeing this humiliating scene with quick steps. He doesn’t turn around to respond, his face burns too much for him to do so. 

He won’t buy much, he tells himself. Just keep himself out of class long enough for other students to arrive. So Seokjin stops making him blush. 

The cafeteria is always a welcoming sight, the staff already knowing his face, much like in that bakery that he still very much goes to on a daily basis. Putting a polite smile for the staff as he begins buying anything he can get his hands on. Once he starts it’s so easy to just keep piling his plate. Getting his money’s worth on that student meal plan. But it’s so hard to stop. 

Only once Taehyung can’t physically fit more into his plate does he realize he overdid it. He glances at the wall clock again. Ten minutes. 

Taehyung can definitely manage to eat all this before class. 

With a decided nod he takes his plate to one of the empty tables, still a bit before most students start to get lunch. And Taehyung will definitely be there with everyone else a second time too, even if his meal plan doesn’t cover it. He knows his hunger won’t let him skip a meal, no matter how much he ate before. 

He feels like such a pig. Out of control and eating to avoid the nerves and the confrontation that Seokjin seems so comfortable bringing to his class. Forcing Taehyung to acknowledge just how fat he got. 

And that maybe it’s not entirely Seokjin’s fault either. 

Taehyung shovels that thought right to the back of his mind where it belongs with a bite of his food. He wasn’t entirely aware of what he had gotten either. It was a nice surprise when sweet cinnamon batter took over his lips. Sweet, of course he got sweet. The taste so addictive and soothing to his body, he can’t help his other hand reach for something else to bring to his lips, a cookie. Taehyung can pretty much feel the clock ticking, interchangeably taking bites of the two baked goods, looking like a ravenous animal in front of the few people scattered across the cafeteria. 

10 minutes, he reminds himself, forcing to stretch his lips with bigger bites, mixing the sweets as he goes. Not caring if the tastes don’t fit or blur together. All Taehyung wants is for the comforting ballooned feeling to take over him.

The one that gets him to forget about critiques.

About Seokjin’s charming smile.

About how he managed to get so fat in the course of the semester. Ironically. 

He is starting to feel it. Bloat beginning to make his shirt ride up a little bit at his side. 

No, not his shirt. 

Jungkook’s oversized shirt. 

The stretch of his stomach making his belly, that now was covered in a thick layer of chub no matter the size of the bloat, press harder against the poor apron. Taehyung can feel the way the extra lace Seokjin used to tie the knot, sinks into the fat padding that covers his lower back. 

5 minutes, he glances at the clock. And he still has nearly half of his serving left. Maybe he underestimated himself. 

Maybe, Taehyung isn’t as much of a pig as Seokjin’s eyes make him out to be. 

He leans closer to the plate in an attempt to make the food pass the stretch of his opened lips faster. But he feels something snap behind him, and a sudden pressure release from his swollen abdomen. 

The straps of his apron broke. 

That gets him to stop eating. Staring at the plate blankly. Refusing to get a proper look at himself. 

Taehyung definitely won’t be attending class. 

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Jimin can’t see another video of “music majors when they remember they need listen to a song due at midnight”. The ones Jungkook doesn’t get tired of sending him. Excuse you, Jimin spends more time in his home-made studio than Jungkook does in his silly little labs. No, he doesn’t have a song-listening due at midnight. Jimin has to finish the rough demos of a soundtrack by the end of the week. Not quite the same, no. 

These thoughts keep running through his mind as Jimin leans inches away from his monitor, FL Studio open as his own raw creation blasts through his overly expensive (maybe a little pretentious) headphones. He heard Jungkook and Taehyung come in at some point in the night, he is sure they’ve taken care of dinner. Lately this apartment has started to ditch the “skipping meals” plan that most broke students seemed to adopt. But Jimin always has a hard time remembering to take breaks when he has projects like his one plaguing his mind. 

It’s 2 am already. He can wait until he has this one song finished before forcing himself to the kitchen. The weight of this project already lulling his senses and numbing him to such trivial things like eating and “drinking something that doesn’t have caffeine”. Jimin is way beyond the line of feeling uncomfortable, having pulled several late nights of work, letting Taehyung’s snoring guide the beat of his songs. Rolling around to class the next morning looking worse than in his prima-ballerina days. Jimin works nearly in autopilot as he adds layers of texture to the song, he doesn’t care if it’s shit. He just wants it to be finished. 

Done. 

And it’s only… 3:45am.

Fuck. 

He needs to eat something and go to bed. 

Nothing could’ve prepared him for the complete masacre of what used to be “dinner”. Absolutely nothing, the hogs of his roommates left him nothing. 

Jimin thought he had it under control. The stress, his emotions, the hunger. But his eyes begin to water against him. He doesn’t have anything to eat! And he has been looking forward to it for hours! And he is sure his roommates didn’t mean to but his bottom lip is wobbling against his will and he has to cup his lips before he dejectedly walks back to his room. Sniffs heard throughout the room. 

In an attempt to distract himself, he downloads the file and sends it to Yoongi. Rubbing his eyes and leaning on his chair, his entire body catching up with him, pain swelling on his lower back and his knees as he tries to stretch.

And as if to make matters worse, his stomach complains with a roar. 

He can’t help it, his face is scrunching up and sniffles are making his body spasm gently and his shoulders tense with each shaky intake of air. Before he can stop it, his hands are covering his face, where he feels himself begin to cry. 

Ping!

The notification noise anticlimactically cuts him off. Hands leaving his face to peak at his phone. 

yoongi hyung: what are you doing up 

you: what are YOU doing up?!

yoongi hyung: i asked first. 

you: was finishing the thing i sent you

you: and crying

Jimin is one to try and find humor in his everyday misery, but he does feel a little guilt when he sees Yoongi take a bit longer to reply. 

yoongi hyung: why were you crying?

It’s his time to ponder his answer. And, deciding he doesn’t want to get a lecture about his time management skills and Jimin’s incredible ability to neglect his basic needs, he chooses something that’s still very much true. 

you: tae and kook didn’t save me any food (｡•́︿•̀｡)

His response is immediate then. 

yoongi hyung: wanna come over? 

yoongi hyung: I also need your opinion on something. 

Tsk.

yoongi hyung: and i got food

Sold. 

you: be there in a bit!

Jimin tries to be quiet. But also, when he worries about possibly waking up his roommates, he quickly realizes he doesn’t care. 

Serves them right. Hmf. 

He texts Yoongi when he is outside, really not waiting to wake Hoseok up. He doesn’t deserve it. But to his surprise it’s him who opens the door for the younger. 

“Oh. Hobi hyung.” Jimin pouts a little worried. And the older beats him to it. 

“If you’re going to apologize, don’t. I was awake too.” His smile is gentle, but his hair is a little messy and his face is a little puffed up.

Either Hoseok is lying and Yoongi and him totally woke him up. Or the couple was having a fun night and Jimin interrupted. 

He doesn’t know which one makes him feel worse. 

“Still, thanks.” Jimin’s smile is a little guilty but some of his worry smelt away when he hugs Hoseok tight. A little bit of that uncomfortable tension on his body leaving with the lithe (but strong) man squeezes at his sides. 

“Yoongi is in the kitchen. Only you can get him to start cooking at 4am.” 

“He told me he had food already!” Jimin whines as he walks in.

“Well…He lied. I offered to grab something from a convenience store. But you know Yoongi wouldn’t let you have that.” The chuckle attached at the end of his sentence screams endearment. Jimin follows behind him into the couple’s apartment like his second home. Which it practically is. 

Yoongi and Hoseok were both the ones to first introduce him to music in highschool. And Jimin was the witness of the very beginnings of the most obnoxiously romantic couple he knows. A delicious smell already takes over the cozy apartment. “Hyung, you’re cooking for me?” He smiles teasing when they make their way to the kitchen. Loving to tease whenever Yoongi shows his tender side; the one that always comes when Jimin needs it most. 

“And I might throw it all out if you don’t shut it.” He pouts and Jimin only giggles, launching forward for a back hug to the other. His cheek pressing to his shoulder. 

“You wouldn’t.” He says with certainty, and a shit-eating smile. “You love me.” Jimin doesn’t care if Yoongi doesn’t answer, all he needs is a quick peek at what the older is cooking. Kimchi jjigae, Jimin’s personal favorite. 

“Go go to the studio.” He tries to shimmy Jimin off. “Babee.” The youngest feels particularly accomplished when he gets Yoongi to whine for his partner. Hoseok chuckles behind them both, taking Jimin’s hand gently. 

“Come on, we can set up in the office.” Jimin doesn’t need much convincing. Easy to manhandle around as Hoseok drops his arm over the youngest’s shoulders. He can’t help it, being in both of their presence is so soothing. That and the all nighter (or week of consecutive all nighters) is catching up to him.

He comes here so often, the little room turned into a studio not only has two chairs for the producer couple, but a third one for Jimin’s frequent visits. Well… He visited a lot more often before this hellish semester. But it still feels like home when he tiredly plops down smiling at Hoseok. 

“I missed you.” He says simply, getting Hoseok’s expression to soften as he sits beside him. “Sorry for crashing your sex.” And his sleepy state immediately ruins it; judging by the choked sound Hoseok lets out.

“Don’t worry about it.” He says instead of denying it. In his sleepy state, Jimin’s mind unhelpfully provides him with mental images. 

Not that he’s thought about this before. Or anything. 

Yoongi thankfully interrupts his brain, kimchi jjigae bowl in his hand. “You said you sent me something to listen to?” He takes a seat at Jimin’s other side. Who can’t answer because he is already shoveling a mouthful of stew into his cheeks. He only nods. “Let’s give it a listen then.” 

The youngest gulps suddenly then. “R-right now?” He can’t help the nerves. Hoseok is right here, he only shows Hoseok his finished pieces and this was just a rough demo. His eyes darted to both of his sides, suddenly self conscious. Jimin doesn’t know if he can handle the exposure right now. 

But he doesn’t exactly know how to tell that to his two hyungs. Because that would just mean he has something to be self conscious about. And yes, Jimin has endlessly heard both Hoseok and Yoongi tell him that demos don’t have to be perfect. Jimin just chooses to not apply that to himself. 

“S-sure, sure, let’s play it.” Jimin corrects himself. Not very smoothly. But after an exchange of looks between Yoongi and Hoseok, they decide to give into it anyway. 

“Fine. But we aren’t giving feedback until tomorrow.” Hoseok states opening the file on Yoongi’s computer. 

“What? Why?” He pouts.

“Because if you knew you could fix something you wouldn’t sleep at all.” There’s an endeared chuckle attached to the end of his sentence, and a big warm hand massaging the base of Jimin’s neck. But even that is not enough to soothe the sudden knot that tied into his stomach. 

Feeling the dread as the file downloads, and Hoseok starts opening the producing software that’s much better than his; Jimin busies himself with the first thing he finds. And that’s the delicious homemade dinner Yoongi made him. Leaning back on the chair, his knees up to his chest and the bowl close to his face as he begins to scarf down the delicious homemade stew. It takes over his senses, warmth trickling down his throat and setting perfectly on his stomach. 

Jimin would much rather focus on that. Especially motivated as the first chords of his demo start to play in the expensive speaker system. He buries the first beginnings of stomach-twisting cringe with warm spicy goodness. Lulling his senses and soothing his heart rate. Almost warming along the knots of his back and relaxing them at least somewhat. The speakers are too loud though, pulling Jimin back to the stress of this assignment. The endless work, endless stress. The endless idea in the back of his mind that he has his two idols to live up to. 

It only encourages him to tilt the bowl a little upwards and begin to focus into slurping it down. Not caring if all the broth begins to settle a little uncomfortable in his stomach. He welcomes the feeling, it drowns out everything else. The breathing through his nose echoing in the actually quite big ceramic bowl. The warmth of the food making its way down and curling at his belly in a way that makes his head feel fuzzy and nice. The demo becomes background white noise as his thick gulps become louder and rhythmic, easy to get lost in. 

He is gasping for air the moment the song plays its last chords. He completely spared himself from the experience, he realized gleefully. But immediately after, realizes Jimin ate all that food in the 4 minutes the song lasted. Or well… He doesn’t realize, per se, his stomach makes a very painful statement; accompanied with a loud embarrassing rumble. Loud enough that makes both Hoseok and Yoongi turn their heads to him for the first time in the night.

At least Jimin hopes so, he wouldn’t want to seem like a pig in front of them. 

“You finished it?” Hoseok is the one to ask, shock clear in his voice. 

“He hasn’t eaten a thing in who knows how long, leave him alone.” Yoongi hushes him with a pout, before turning to Jimin; who is having to concentrate on his breathing. “Want some dessert with that?” 

Even turning his head to face Yoongi feels like a heavy effort. Lips a little tingly from the spice of the stew. Parted as he breathes heavily, having to collect his hazy thoughts even to realize what he’s being asked. Let alone what he wants. 

“N–no… No, I ate too fast.” He sighs, Hoseok sets his hand on Jimin’s thigh, rubbing endeared. 

“Okay, we heard your thing. So it’s bedtime now.” His chuckle is gentle, and Jimin can feel Hoseok’s knuckles brush against his rounded tummy when his rubbing inches up his thigh, just before rubbing back down. It makes him realize just how big the portion was, looking down at himself as he nods lazily. Jimin sees the curve that pushes against his snug shirt. Little but no less mesmerizing. 

Jimin has never bloated like that. 

He is too entranced to hear the couple get up, only when Jimin’s vision is obscured by a hand that’s a lot less dainty than Hoseok; Yoongi’s. “Come on, up.” He looks up tiredly and dumbly. As if all his blood is leaving his head and traveling down to circle his stomach and help him digest. That mixed with the sleep deprivation making him lethargic, almost drunk-like. 

The grunt Jimin lets out as he stands makes the two older giggle. They each wrap an arm around Jimin’s lower back, letting him melt in their hold as they walk to bed. 

“I can take the futon.” Yoongi mumbles to Hoseok, basically hearing their silent communication as he stares ahead. Jimin’s head snaps back up to obstruct their vision at both his sides. 

“Your bed is big enough.” He states simply. Not asking before he plops in the middle of the bed, not questioning its state of messy. Shifting perfectly in the middle till he looks at them both with a smile. 

They’ve done this so many times already, it only takes the couple a few seconds to recompose themselves as they walk to the bed too, to lay at Jimin’s sides. Making the younger feel properly at peace, the memories of his stress and how awful he had felt about his demo already blurred by the nice rumbling sensation of his stomach digesting. His thoughts silenced, only a faint comment going on in his head as he falls asleep. 

He should definitely try this more often for all his producing sessions.   

They wake up at noon. At least Jimin does, the bed is empty and the sunlight is warming the covers perfectly. The sound of faint talking comes from outside, and it’s not nearly as strong as the smell of food. 

Looks like today he will be putting his theory to the test. 

He has lunch first thing, and then Yoongi and Hoseok make a spot for him in their home studio. That, now that he has the full proper hours of sleep, he finally notices how much better and more professional it is than the one he has at home. He isn’t sure if it’s the most productive Saturday afternoon of his life. But it’s definitely the one he’s enjoyed producing the most in. At least for the last few… semesters. 

When he leaves, the couple makes sure to tell him that “You always have a free spot here if you need some creative break.” And Jimin clings to that. It’s perfect, isn’t it? Jimin gets to see his hyungs more often, rekindle the relationship he had neglected ever since getting overworked in college. But not feel too guilty about hanging out with them since he gets to be productive too!

He doesn’t even have to think it the few days later when he texts them to hang out again. And Jimin welcomes it with open arms, even  when it becomes a couple-of-times-a-week thing. Getting to eat their delicious cooking and work on his projects without the churning of his stomach distracting him, or overworking himself to the point where his lower back stabs for a break. 

Yoongi will always go to the bathroom and come back with snacks for everyone but Jimin mostly works his way through them, Hoseok will stretch and whine a bit and urge Jimin to watch some short episodes of the shitty reality shows (that jimin tried to resist before inevitably getting invested in) as a break. Usually accompanied by some delivery, doesn’t have to be a meal, sometimes it’s ice cream or some baked goods “to boost up energy”. And around lunch and dinner, they all get up to just hang out around the kitchen.

The youngest hasn’t felt this well rested in ages. And… Ironically, workflow hasn’t been this smooth in ages either. Jimin spares himself from saying that out loud and getting a big fat “I told you so.” from both of them. But it’s clear they know, from the way they encourage Jimin and praise their work and praise how much more energetic he sounds and how his work starts feeling a little bit more creative and alive. 

He personally would blame having his two biggest inspirations in the room with him while he produces, but he supposes the sleep and food have something to do with it too. 

Jungkook and Taehyung won’t stop teasing him about it. But they just don’t get the friendship he has with Hoseok and Yoongi. A relationship that feels like he isn’t just regaining the closeness he had with the couple, but Jimin feels impossibly closer than ever before. Maybe the age difference was too apparent in highschool. Now that they’re all adults, Jimn can feel the way Yoongi and Hoseok treat him differently, letting him get closer. 

Babying him still, always. But they trust Jimin more, not trying to guard him as much as they used to in highschool. Guarding that only resulted in forced distance. When Jimin wanted nothing more than to get close… 

Maybe a little too close. 

He’s matured now, and so has their relationship. Jimin is fine with this. His crush in highschool was definitely a little too noticeable, and probably the reason why the couple tried to restrain themselves around the younger. Though now, he gets to see them behave like a couple. And it’s nothing short of endearing. 

The way Yoongi’s hands always find their way to Hoseok’s skin even in subtle ways. When it happens, even if he is deeply concentrated working, or halfway through talking, a small smile brightens Hoseok’s face.They can’t get enough of each other, Jimin would feel bad about third wheeling if it weren’t such a delight to see. 

Or if the food weren’t so delicious. 

And if the couple’s bed weren’t so comfy. 

His semester started like one of the worst in Jimin’s university years, and now he doesn’t remember ever being this easy going with all his assignments. With the olders’ assistance and inspiration, and care. It was like producing had never been easier. But he still can’t help getting nervous whenever it’s time to show his work to either Yoongi or Hoseok. Or worse, both of them. 

Today Jimin should feel relieved, it’s the day he is finally handing in that assignment, the soundtrack he had been working on for most of the second half of the year. But Jimin can’t give himself the pleasure, because he knows Yoongi and Hoseok won’t let him get by this achievement without them listening to it. 

Thankfully, though, the couple prepared a celebration feast. So at least Jimin will have something to keep busy with as the 20 minutes of soundtrack play in the background. The sole trick that has been getting him through every work session with his hyungs. 

Tonight, his distraction is looking like a big big portion of KFC. Because he mumbled craving fried chicken a few days ago, and of course, Yoongi and Hoseok weren’t gonna let that slide. He is eager to silence the jittery feeling down his navel, anxious to know what they will think of all this hard work. 

In the back of his mind, Jimin knows they would never say any critique without the perfect words. And Jimin knows how to take critiques, he doesn’t mind them! Unlike Taehyung. But something about them makes Jimin’s lower back shiver with goosebumps. 

So he doesn’t hold back from picking up the bucket of fried chicken and bringing it to his lap. Beginning to eat even as Yoongi starts to decompress the zip file of Jimin’s album. The crunch perfect to drown out the noise around him, that and the oily delicious flavor giving him something nice to focus on. Already chewing on a drumstick as the first chords start to play on Yoongi’s nice speakers. 

He’s heard these songs so many times, engraved them into his mind through the course of the semester, that they’re surprisingly easy to let fade into the background. That or the chicken is too good. Jimin closes his eyes too, for full immersion. During the last few months, with him inhabiting Yoongi and Hoseok’s apartment more than ever before, he has actually grown somewhat of a resistance. It’s harder to have enough food to distract him for as long as he needs. 

Jimin has gotten faster at eating, is what he wants to say. 

But all this chicken should last him enough. Or at least long enough till he is full and hazy and able to drown out the critical ear that plagues him whenever he is forced to listen to any of his work. His chewing becomes more fervent as he starts to nip the drumstick clean of meat. Letting himself get lost in the hunger he feels. Convincing himself at least. 

It’s been a while since Jimin felt properly hungry. Impossible under his hyungs’ care. But still, he convinces himself to grab another piece of fried chicken even as he is still chewing the first one, barely managing to swallow as he pushes the new one in. Focusing on anything but the music, the crunchiness of the fried batter, resonating between his ears, the oil coating his tongue and the roof of his mouth, the taste that’s so delicious it makes Jimin feel the closest next thing to hunger. 

Gluttony. 

Relishing the sensation of warmth that spreads at the bottom of his stomach. The faster he eats the more time he has before he realizes just how heavily all this food is gonna make him feel later. Though, Jimin has realized, he doesn’t mind that heavy hazy aftermath either. In fact, it motivates him even more, the soundtrack becoming plain background noise. As he fully succumbs to it, each hand with a piece of chicken as Jimin loses his manners in an attempt to fit as much food as he can.  Stretching his lips around him, thankful that he is sitting a little bit behind the two older producers, so they can’t see him like this. Desperate and unmannered. But he bets the animalistic chewing sounds are revealing enough. 

It does the trick though, the music sounding more pleasant the fuller he gets, leaning back in his chair with the bucket still on his lap as he continues to eat at a more heinous and lethargic pace, wanting to keep this sedated high state for the entire duration of the soundtrack. He can feel his bloat begin to brush the bucket of chicken, but he doesn’t feel as full, not yet at least. 

Like he said, he’s built some resistance, even if he feels his stomach press against the fabric of his shirt and the bucket flush against his tummy. Jimin feels like he definitely has more room to finish this serving at least. 

As the soundtrack reaches its climax, so does he, his eating becoming impossibly more ravenous even as he starts feeling a proper tightness down his navel. Even if he has to push the chicken past his lips a little more forcefully, and leaning to eat the drumsticks becomes a little bit harder with the tautness of his bloat. The pile of clean bones collecting at the bottom of the bucket. 

Whipping his oily fingers on his shirt, sensation the curved stiffness of his belly. The pressure of his hands a welcoming feeling, it releases some of the tight stretch that makes his breathing a little heavier. Or that might just be the way he is suffocating himself with pieces of fried chicken, edges of his lips hurting a bit as he stretches over the humongous bites. Probably both. 

He has never timed it more perfectly, one oily hand reaching for the bucket while the other throws another clean bone in, and finds that he had finished it. Just as the last outro song begins to play. Jimin opens his eyes for the first time since he started eating, looking down at the bucket to find that yeah, he finished it. The warmth that spreads across his stomach borders on painful, but he adores it nonetheless, soothing and numbing. He can see his bloat too, stretching the shirt tight and pressing back against the bucket, rounded out cutely. A small plushness rounding the bottom of it. 

Though when Jimin looks up, he sees both Hoseok and Yoongi looking over their shoulders at him. The mess he made. 

The mess he turned himself into. 

“I thought we were eating after… to celebrate.” Hoseok is the first to comment, an endeared smile growing on his face. Oh… They had… mentioned something along those lines. 

“I—” Jimin tries to speak, though his voice sounds thick and greasy with all the oil. And speaking itself feels like an extension on his poor breathless state. Seems like Yoongi takes pity on him. 

“Leave him, he was hungry.” He wasn’t, and by the little smile Yoongi has on, he seems to be thinking the same. “Wanna go to bed, Min?” His tone is so gentle with him, like Yoongi knows just how lethargic and drowsy he feels right now. 

“N-no…” He huffs out a breath after the sentence, like itself is an effort. “What did you think?” 

“I don’t know if you’re awake enough to hear.” Hoseok giggles, getting a light slap to the thigh from his boyfriend. Prompting him to correct himself. “We loved it, Jiminie. Your hard work shows.” 

“Really?” His tone sounds childishly hopeful as it does sleepy. 

“Yes.” Though Hoseok’s tone sounds genuine nonetheless. “Your take on things is so unique, Jimin.” 

That seems to settle him, Yoongi prompts. “You can go to bed, I’ll take this.” He stands up and picks up the empty bucket. Leaving Jimin bare to his impressive bloat. The hem of his shirt even rode up a little at the very bottom, leaving a sliver of skin he hadn’t noticed before. But he is painfully self aware now. Blush creeping up his cheeks as he tries to fold his arms over his torso in a way that’s casual, but also hides the damage. 

Jimin knows he is unsuccessful when Hoseok giggles. “It’s not that bad, Minnie.” 

“I look huge…” The words slip out easier and less filtered when he is this full, all that food lulling him to sleep. 

“Well it suits you a bit.” Hoseok is standing up too, offering a hand. “Come, let’s get you to bed.” That sounds like the best idea anyone has ever had. 

He’s overeaten a lot in this apartment, looking for ways to sedate himself into enjoying his music more. But never was it this hard to stand up, even with Hoseok’s hearty pull upwards Jimin can’t help a grunt slipping from the back of his throat. Feeling all the food in his stomach shift with the movement, he has to cup the (naked) bottom of his bloat for some comfort. It’s not that taut. 

Hoseok is there to help, wrapping a slim arm around Jimin’s waist, letting the dainty palm settle on the side of his tummy as they slowly make their way to the bedroom. The younger feels his breath shallow as if he had come from a marathon. Every step making his bloat bounce against the waistband of his sweatpants and aching a little in the process. He’s never been more thankful for the cozy size of Hoseok and Yoongi’s apartment, because it’s only a few meters before he is plopping heavily onto the center of the bed. The movement caused a burp to push its way out of his lips. Jimin whines and throws his head back, careless enough to let both of his hands settle on the curve of his bloat and massage the tight skin. Coaxing a few more burps to slip out, though he lets them fill out his cheeks instead of ripping them out. 

He can feel Hoseok’s eyes on him, even with Jimin’s own eyes closed in a mixture of bliss and discomfort. Hearing a few footsteps get nearer. When Hoseok mumbles “Look at him.” His smile is audible too. 

“Are you alright, Jimin-ah?” Yoongi’s voice has a chuckle attached to the end of it, and Jimin can feel the bed shift as the older makes his way to sit next to him. He wants to answer, of course, but all that leaves him is a pouty whine. Opening his eyes only to put them in puppy mode for both of his hyungs. 

“Want a heat pad?” Yoongi’s voice offers kindly. 

“We leant it to my sister.” Hoseok comments, though his voice feels closer. And sure enough, there’s another feeling of shift at Jimin’s other side. “But I think we can give him something else.” Trustful, Jimin doesn’t bother to open his eyes to know what that is. But instead he feels the grazing of Hoseok’s soft but cold fingers against the center of his bloat. “Can we?” He doesn’t need to specify, Jimin knows they both saw him massaging his gut after stuffing himself. 

All he does is nod, before Hoseok’s palm is pressing flush to the warm skin, his fingers are squishing at the center of his taut stomach. Jimin’s jaw drops, a soft gasp leaving his lips. “Is this okay?” It prompts the question, that he answers wordlessly again with a quick eager nod. 

The extra reassurance makes another hand graze a bit lower on his stomach, not as soft, calloused, but warmer. So irrevocably Yoongi’s. His massages are slower but firm, some of it pressing against the naked bit of skin. Though only for a few seconds, before he tugs down (or tries to) the hem of Jimin’s shirt. Only for it to ride back up again to sit on the biggest part of his bloat. Yoongi doesn’t bother to pull it down a second time. Instead, the tips of his fingers, roughened up by the guitar, slip under the hem. Making Jimin sigh in relief, the older’s hand like a heat pad on its own, as Yoongi begins to slowly grip and knead the bottom. 

Hoseok takes initiative. Not just letting his hand slip under the snug shirt. But tugging it further up Jimin’s torso. Exposing the rounded out, swollen tummy, his hand setting on the hardest part right at the top. The gentle pressure makes a groan slip from the back of his throat, throwing his head back. 

“You really overdid it, Min-ah…” Hoseok muses, there’s a teasing tone hiding somewhere under his warm voice. But Jimin feels too much bliss to properly acknowledge it, thighs shuddering as his back arches to their touches. 

Yoongi is painfully quiet, but his hand keeps moving slowly along the bottom of his belly. Massaging what feels like a bloat, but is somewhat easy on the hands, easier than the top where Hoseok’s hand is. Pudgy…

A choked sound leaves his lips, it errands a small but no-less teasing chuckle from Hoseok. “That’s it, you worked so hard today.” His voice sounds closer to Jimin’s ear. The warmth coming from his stomach only grew with the presence of the older next to him. 

“Don’t hold back.” Hoseok’s breath brushes against his ear and it’s a sudden contrast with the warmth that’s beginning to emanate from his skin. His heavy breathing hitches, feeling not only the bloat coaxing wheezes of air, but Hoseok’s closeness too. That does nothing to help his breathing either. And he is sure Hoseok knows his impact, his smile pretty much palpable when he hums. “Hm?” 

Jimin doesn’t think he can answer something properly in the stuffed state he is in. Let alone with the way his heart skips a beat. 

“O–Okay.” He manages to whisper, letting his head tilt to the side, meeting Hoseok’s shoulder. 

“That’s it.” The older’s voice is barely above a whisper, the hand on the shelf of Jimin’s rounded bloat pushing him closer to Hoseok’s side, to lean a bit of his weight against his lithe torso. He doesn’t resist the guidance, not caring about the suffocating heat if he is sharing it with Hoseok. But the push against the top of his stomach, it makes him grunt at first, feeling the tight pressure. 

And as he shifts his hips lethargically, though, a deep burp comes out. Right next to Hoseok’s face. 

That makes Jimin’s eyes pop open, feeling pretty much the bucket of ice water that showers him. Meeting Hoseok’s equally widened expression. 

“Pfthahahah!” Bubbly giggles make Hoseok’s body shake. A sense of relief washing over Jimn’s suddenly tense muscles. As Jimin follows along with a shy chuckle. He notices, Hoseok wasn’t watching him. He was watching at Yoongi. 

Jimin had almost forgotten about him. And he is met with a stoic, serious expression; a tint of pink on his face. Was it always that color? 

“I think you should go to sleep, Jiminie.” Hoseok interrupts the younger’s analysis with a smile. His hands guiding Jimin away from his own body to lay fully against the bed. He doesn’t fight back but he probably has a confused pouty expression on his face. Luckily Hoseok seems to notice. “We haven’t had dinner yet.” His tone is so endeared. “We’ll come back to you in a bit, okay?” 

Jimin can only nod, his eyes avoiding Hoseok as he continues to study Yoongi’s expression. But the eldest doesn’t look back. Staring at some spot in the mattress. 

“Night, Min.” Hoseok’s hand combs his fringe out of his forehead as he stands up, Yoongi following suit. But only mumbling a quiet:

“Night.” 

Jimin stays quiet himself, controlling his breathing as he watches the couple walk out of the room. 

He doesn’t know what just happened, but he is pretty certain he ruined it. But, the now soothed, warmness clinging to his belly is pulling also at his eyelids, lulling him to sleep. 

Though he is soothed to find the couple snoring besides him when he wakes up. 

Not all that ruined, then. 

It would make sense… Now that Jimin’s semester project is finished, and his vacations are starting, Jimin doesn’t have a need to be hanging out at their apartment to stress-manage once every two days. 

But they keep inviting him. And…. Jimin really likes their company. And their apartment is much nicer than the shoebox he is sharing with Jungkook and Taehyung. And now he can just hang out with them without the stress of his assignments. 

It’s a no-brainer. 

And, if he felt the couple slowly open up to him more during these months, putting down the walls they had with Jimin in highschool.Now it’s like Jimin can free himself too. Letting himself hang out in their apartment and not just their secluded studio. Hanging out happily on the couch, Hoseok by his side, feeling comfortable enough to cuddle close. Until Yoongi got back from his music teacher gig and then they started working on dinner. 

Or even going out vinyl shopping with Yoongi, since Hoseok thinks he has an obsession. And getting to hear the older talk for hours, even asking for Jimin’s opinion on which he prefers. They stop to get take out and bring it back home, to eat dinner while they listen to the entire thing. With Hoseok’s too-warm-to-be-disapproving expression on his face. 

And Jimin still sleeps in their bed, with them. For tradition’s sake, of course. 

He could also argue it’s for the sake of tradition the way his eating hasn’t diminished in the slightest. Even if a situation like that hasn’t repeated again, and Jimin truly doesn’t have an excuse to stuff himself at that anxious desperate pace anymore, he’s now switched to a constant state of snacking. 

Now that he doesn’t have assignments to keep him concentrated, or to have prize-meals, once he finishes said assignments; and that he is all around just hanging out more at their house. Jimin began to make himself comfortable in the couple’s kitchen. Feeling free to rummage through cabinets; during the course of the summer finding more and more of his favorites. Which might have something to do with the one time (in their moment of peak domesticity) Jimin went with the couple to buy groceries and they let him pick out a few things since “you’re there often enough.” 

A joke when he heard it, but those things have become now regular stock in the Min-Jung household. Much to Jimin’s detriment. When he once felt embarrassed to only be at the couple’s house to work on his assignments. Now he feels guilty of emptying their kitchen.

But they’re so encouraging. If not to say, they’re the ones filling Jimin’s plate. Whether it’s giving him second or sometimes third servings of their dinner. Or taking the empty bowl of snacks Jimin has by his side on the couch, only to come back with it filled again. And all this on top of Jimin’s slow wanderings into the kitchen, standing on his toes as he reaches for the couple’s cabinets. Already accustomed with where to find his stuff, and stray away from Hoseok’s granola (He’s invited Jimin to try it… but he’s grown a taste for… yummier things). 

Jimin notices a shift, Hoseok cuddles him closer, even if the situation like the one of his last assignment didn’t repeat. Hoseok’s hands still wander and pat and praise where they can get away with. Which is way more than whatever Hoseok is doing. But he likes this. The push and pull, the giddy smiles and playful glances. It feels like something that would’ve made highschool Jimin swoon, but now not only is he different and (in his personal opinion) much better and matured, but Hoseok is too. These past months it’s felt like all he has been doing is rediscovering his old crushes and falling for their new selves all over again. 

He hasn’t been noticing that shift… with Yoongi. Always friendly, always warm. Always indulging to Jimin. But at arms length. Still some of that hesitance from highschool clinging to him. The younger can’t say he blames him. But instead he is getting mixed feelings about all the attention Hoseok has been giving him.

Is this okay?

Nothing ever actually happened, Jimin could really just be making all this up, his highschool hopes and dreams coming back to haunt him; due to all the Hoseok-Yoongi exposure. He can imagine it. Yoongi and Hoseok looking at him with a fond warm smile, the one they’ve given Jimin all of his youth. Seeing the two of them fall in love while they were probably aware of the younger’s feelings. Kind but so impossibly condescending. The idea of possibly putting himself in that position is enough of a motivation to push these thoughts to the back of his mind; and rather enjoy this while he can. 

Living almost exclusively in his gym shorts, the waistband of which feels tighter as the summer goes on. The hems at his legs digging into his thighs when they’ve never done that before. Sinking into his ass as he walks. All his shirts are constantly stretched over… his belly. 

This lethargic lifestyle… It made Jimin gain a few. Maybe more. He’d worry about it if Hoseok and Yoongi weren’t treating him all the same, encouraging and doting him with anything he wants. And, Hoseok in particular, Jimin is sure he is touchier. Patting him all over, maybe that’s when Jimin should have noticed the fact he was getting softer all around, before properly plumping up. But… Hoseok’s praise and hands feel too good to focus on anything else. 

It was definitely there, though. Comments like “Your appetite nowadays is something else.” When Jimin is reaching for thirds, stomach is already heavy with a meal but still roomy for more. Still not stuffed over the edge, where he gets breathless, red, and a little sweaty. 

“Got you a refill. Since I know you can work your way through a whole bag of these.” He chuckles while setting another bowl of cookies next to Jimin on the couch. His usual spot in the house nowadays. Even when he is producing he hasn’t been in the studio much at all. He likes to joke that it gives him war flashbacks. 

He feels a bit like an idiot for not noticing. Only really realizing he’s fattened up when he needs to pull his gym shorts under his belly. That hangs comfortably over the waistband and pushes forward, squishy muffin top clinging to his shirt too. Probably the only thing keeping it from riding up the curve of his gut. Though he can feel the sliver of skin up his chubby back when he sinks into his comfortable side of the couch. 

The tightness follows up his thickened waist, where rolls were stacking up comfortably. There’s a logo on the front of his shirt, that’s stretched white from the expanse of his chest. Rounded, pudgy and emasculated. He gives a tentative squeeze. No sight of muscle, thumb and index sinking right in. 

Even the sleeves feel tight sinking into the new chub that hangs from his arms. And the collar of the shirt seems nearly suffocating. Not to mention, this has been the hardest summer has ever been for him. Needing the constant company of the AC. He turns it off out of pity for Hoseok and Yoongi’s electricity bill. But it’s only a few minutes until he starts getting sticky with sweat. 

Jimin hasn’t just gained a few, he’s fat. And he let himself be blissfully ignorant for most of the summer. 

But, then again, Hoseok doesn’t seem to be against it. 

And Yoongi… Well he hasn’t even acknowledged it even happened. 

Hoseok must be the only one who has a thing for it. Just like he seems to be the one who has a thing for Jimin anyway….

If he sounds a bit sulky. He is. 

Though, his conflicted feelings about his weight gain, liking it, liking Hoseok like it, and feeling frustrated at Yoongi’s lack of response, aren’t enough to keep him from showing up. Lately he doesn’t even have to warn the couple, Jimin knows their schedules already. 

Yoongi opens the door for him. “Hey.” Even if he wanted to, Jimin can’t read into Yoongi’s actions. Always so genuine and so particularly warm towards the younger. 

“Hi hyung.” He really tries not to let his own intentions with them ruin the amazing relationship he already has, especially with Yoongi. Who’s only ever given support and love in Jimin’s life. They reach for a hug, the few instances in which Yoongi ever so much as touches him. But they’re always the same, perfectly respectable. His broad hands spread in the upper part of Jimin’s back. Even as the younger’s belly is big enough to overspill from the sides of Yoongi’s torso. Not too long. Perfectly standard. Almost calculated when he separates.

Okay, maybe Jimin is reading too deep into Yoongi.

“Smells delicious.” He puts a giddy smile on his face, and Yoongi rolls his eyes. As if pretending the only reason he didn’t go above and beyond in his cooking is Jimin’s almost daily appearances. 

“Got some Ssambap ready.” That answer alone makes Jimin groan in delight as he walks further into the apartment. 

“Hiii!” He exclaims, waiting for an eager Hoseok to rush to greet him. Give him a proper hug. Hmf. “Is he in the studio?” It wouldn’t be the first time he had to pretty much keep his hand pressed on the doorbell to get the producer couple to take off their headphones and notice he was outside. 

“No, no, Miss Jung had some problems with her car. Hoseok just went to help out.” That makes Jimin’s head turn over his shoulder. Shit-eating smile already on his face. 

“Miss Jung?” 

“Hoseok’s mom.” Yoongi states simply.

“You call your boyfriend’s mom ‘Miss’?” He can’t help the giggle that slips out as he says it. Getting the respected reaction when Yoongi scoffs jokingly offended. “You’ve been together for like 9 years!” 

“I’m a respectful son in law!” He whines. Before his face morphs into a pout. “And she is a very scary woman.” 

That makes Jimin burst into a fit of giggles. Folding over himself, feeling the overhang of his belly fully press against his lap. Shirt riding up his back for him to quickly adjust it down when he stands back up right. 

“You are adorable.” “I don’t know why I keep letting you come here.”  Yoongi deadpans, eyes looking particularly anywhere that isn’t Jimin and his hands adjusting this shirt to fit over his love handles. Ouch.

“Because Hoseok likes me.” If Jimin were bolder he wouldn’t have said it in such a joking tone. But for the sake of keeping the peace. He’s now becoming acutely aware of how long it’s been since he and Yoongi hung out alone. “And because you’ve become incapable of cooking for two anymore.” That gets a smile out of him. 

“I did enough for us to eat ssambap for breakfast and lunch tomorrow…” He confesses. “Are you hungry?” 

“Always.” Jimin grins and follows the older to the kitchen, the smell is downright mouth-watering. But he is stopped as he tries to set the table. 

“No no, I’ll take stuff to the studio. I wanna show you what I’m working on.” The small smile on Yoongi’s face is enough to make Jimin’s stomach twist in excitement. No matter the inner conundrum Jimin has, he will always be excited for either of his hyungs’ music. Especially when he has that confident smile on his face. Yoongi looks amazing when he is confident. 

Is it excitement he feels? Or are those just the butterflies? 

“Got it.” He interrupts himself to nod and turn on his heel. It’s been at least a few months since he’s nestled into the studio. But it feels just as familiar as it did that last time when he handed in his final work… And also all that stuff happened during his final hand in. 

It does feel more cozy than he remembers, feeling himself get hot in the smaller room as he walks to his designated chair. What must’ve been an old one that either Hoseok or Yoongi used. At least judging by the screech it lets out as Jimin settles his weight into it. 

Jimin looks down at himself, it’s a tight fit. His sides nearing the edge of the chair, nearly grazing the armrests. Though he can feel his thighs sink a little into them, as well as overspill from the edge of the chair. Jimin says feel, because he can’t get a proper look at it. His belly, only cramped forward by the armrests, takes a comfortable seat on half of his lap. 

With pursed lips, Jimin makes himself bounce gently onto the chair. His belly slaps against his lap, and the rest of him jiggles in unison. But the chair only gives a few creaks in complaint. 

Okay, he’s good-

Yoongi clears his throat; the younger snaps his face in his direction to find him standing by the door. Did he just see Jimin testing if the chair could hold his weight? 

“I’ll–I’ll go get the uh… the food.” Jimin’s heart sinks to the pit of his stomach with the awkward look on the older’s face. Nearly fleeing the scene before he could catch Jimin behaving like the hog he turned himself into. 

Or well… The one they encouraged him into becoming.

A bitter taste takes over his tongue, if he finds it so uncomfortable, then maybe he shouldn’t have been so doting towards Jimin. Let him go completely crazy these past three months, just to show him rejection once he’s gone too far. Once Jimin started realizing he actually still cares what his hyungs think about him. A little bit more than he’s proud to admit; a lot more than he has any right to. 

The sweet smell of ssambap, the pork belly caramelized by its own fat, fills the room as Yoongi walks in with a tray with the big serving, some lettuce, rice, kimchi and two little bowls for them. That little smile is back on his face, like he is trying to brush off the awkwardness of barley a few minutes ago. The taste on Jimin’s mouth becomes unbearingly bitter. Maybe that’s why he is so eager to reach for the assortment of little dishes beginning to assemble his ssambap; while Yoongi begins to open the file he wanted to show him. 

His mind feels far away, deep into himself. It feels unfair that Jimin is being rejected like this when Yoongi and Hoseok were the ones to instigate it. But then again, part of him wonders if the oldest took notice of how Jimin and Hoseok’s relationship became more playful; flirtier. That would be a pretty justified anger. 

“Okay, this is for the opening of a short film they hired me to do.” Yoongi eyes briefly at Jimin with a smile; the younger already with the perfect, maybe a bit overstuffed, piece of lettuce in his hand. “Tell me what you think.” 

Even before he is turning to play the song, Jimin is pushing the ssambap into his mouth, brushing the hem of his stretched lips. Okay, really, overstuffed that one. But he can’t help but feel a little bit seductive as he is wrapping his plump lips around his chubby index finger that pushed the bite in and slipped it out. Already making a second one as he chews. The sucky thing about this dish is, there’s really no way for Jimin to eat ravenously as he has gotten used to. But Jimin can at least let himself relax; feel a bit more confident as the delicious crunchy and perfectly oily pork belly reaches his tongue. 

He has to hold back the moan that threatens to resonate in the back of his throat; it would definitely be disrespectful to interrupt the song with his gorging. Song that by the way, has this ethereal feel to it, gently creating the dreamy setting. It only feels fair that Jimin quickly scrambles to prepare a second bite, only to slowly lean back in the poor office chair. And not even the loud creak can ruin the religious experience that takes over his senses as he closes his eyes, letting himself get lost in the music, followed by the orgasmic balance of flavors that take over his mouth as he drops his jaw and manages to fit the humongous bite in. 

But… The sudden snap of the lumbar support of the chair, with the loud thud of Jimin falling to the ground. That’s enough to snap both of them out of the listening experience. Hitting the carpet floor with a thud and a loud. Not giving Jimin time to react before he is “oufing” against the floor staring at the ceiling. Taking the entire seat of the chair with him and leaving behind the headless wheeled legs. 

Yoongi comes into view from above, looking as stunned as Jimin feels. Maybe a little less out of breath. 

“A-are you okay?” The younger only now has time to feel the mortifying embarrassment, as Yoongi kneels at his side offering his hand. Eyebrows raised almost comically with worry. 

“Y…yeah-” He can only breathe out a reply, following the way Yoongi’s widened eyes graze along his fatteened body. The shock threw away any attempt at subtlety, letting Jimin see… the mortified expression.

Jimin’s heart tightens. Its disgust Yoongi is pathetically trying to mask. 

“I’m–I’m fine, I’m fine.” His chubby hand shoos Yoongi as he slowly starts sitting up. “Ow…” He pouts his lips. Yoongi’s hands rub down his own thighs nervously, not knowing what to do with himself. 

That’s okay, Jimin doesn’t know what to do with himself either. Though, as if to make matters worse, the front door opens. 

Obviously too flabbergasted to act on his own, still looking at Jimin’s body with panicked eyes, Yoongi screams “Office!” Not giving the youngest time to react before hurried steps are thumping quickly through the apartment. Hoseok probably noticed the slight panic in Yoongi’s tone. Both his and Jimin’s head snapping towards the door frame when Hoseok’s slim silhouette appears; in complete quiet as if they were getting caught in the middle of something they shouldn’t have. At least Jimin felt that way. 

“What’s wrong??” Hoseok speaks before he gets there. Both Yoongi and Jimin’s head snapping towards the door frame when Hoseok’s slim silhouette appears; in complete quiet as if they were getting caught in the middle of something they shouldn’t have. At least Jimin felt that way. Hoseok’s eyes bulged out at the crime scene before him, switching between Yoongi, dejectedly kneeling on the floor and, and Jimin laying with the armrests of the chair still squeezing into his sides. 

“Sorry about the chair.” He blurts, unmoving from his spot on the carpet. 

There’s a brief moment of quiet. Before Hoseok, folds over, bursting out laughing. High pitched and cutting through the uncomfortable silence Yoongi and Jimin were drowning in. Hand having to hold onto the door frame to hold himself from falling. 

“Oh Yoonie…” His voice is 3 octaves higher and breathier, through barely contained laughter. “I leave for an hour… And this is what you get into-!” He can’t finish his point, interrupted by another fit of laughter. 

“Shut up!” Yoongi’s voice also sounds higher pitched, for all the opposite reasons. Outraged, whiny and embarrassed. 

“Enjoying yourself?” A teasing tone clings to his voice, and Hoseok has that distinctive shit-eating grin. The mocking in his words does nothing to soothe Jimin’s self consciousness about the older. 

“The opposite" Jimin snorts humorlessly. “You should see how he is looking at me, hyung.” He doesn’t mean for it to come out that bitter, and the eyeing he gives Yoongi doesn’t help. But it’s something that has been eating him up, and Yoongi should seriously be more subtle about his distaste for Jimin’s weight gain. 

“What do you mean?” The oldest’s eyes are suddenly fully on him. Making Jimin feel extremely exposed. The idea of backing down and brushing it on flashing through his mind. 

“You’ve been weird for weeks now!” The whine slips out of his mouth before he can even consider that alternative. “Ever since I got fat!” His chubby pointy finger points at Yoongi’s gobsmacked expression. 

“W-what?” Even Hoseok looks stunned. 

“I’m sorry if my weight gain, that you two encouraged, is ruining the mood for you! And whatever’s happening between us!” Jimin can’t help but snort, he is tired of the confusion. “But you could try and be, I don’t know, nicer about it!” Jimin is suddenly very aware of the fact that he is screaming. Suddenly shrinking a bit into himself and looking anywhere else; he finds a nice spot on the floor. “A-and help me up.” 

The silence is palpable, at least for the two seconds before a hollering laughter makes the walls shake. Hoseok nearly folding over himself and having to grip the door frame to avoid falling down. It’s shocking enough that even Yoongi and JImin share a puzzled look before looking at Hoseok.

“You told me– You told me you were going to tell him! Yah!” He manages to finish a sentence but it’s attached to a string of giggles. Jimin was startled enough to ponder if Hoseok was talking to him, but Yoongi beats him to it. 

“I–I was going to!” His eyes darted between the youngest and his boyfriend. “The time just wasn’t right.” Jimin’s own eyes are bulging outwards between the couple, huffing as he sits up from where he was laying on the floor. 

“Tell me what?!” 

There’s another beat of silence. 

“Yoongichi here, has a weight gain kink.” The mocking smile doesn’t leave his face. Jimin feels his heart stammer erratically. “And I was dumb enough to think he would’ve told you by now… With how much weight you put on and all.” 

He is at a loss of words, though Yoongi speaks before he can even begin to formulate words. “You’re making me sound like a creep! It’s not like that!” He speaks through a pout, looking at Jimin with desperation. Who can’t offer any comforting words back, jaw hanging limp in complete shock. 

“We— I didn’t plan on making you gain any weight.” He explains exasperated, suddenly not looking at anyone’s eyes. “You were just so spent with work and–and it just was my way of looking after you!” 

Jimin never would’ve considered… 

“I obviously uhm… noticed the gain. But I didn’t want to freak you out.” Yoongi does dare to look at Jimin in the eyes then, genuine and a little scared. “I may have taken it too far with my acting. And caused the opposite effect I wanted. I’m sorry.” His face scrunches up into a flinch the more he goes on, as if preparing for another one of Jimin’s explosive reactions. 

“I…” The youngest starts to speak, mainly because he can feel it’s his que to respond. But without the slightest clue what he should say. Seeing from the corner of his eye Hoseok stepped closer to where the pair was sitting on the floor. “You like it?” His eyes darted between the two of them, not able to help the hopeful tone of his voice; impossible to hide it after these old feelings resurfaced with full force. 

“I don’t have a kink for it, personally.” Hoseok’s hand finds Yoongi’s shoulder. “But I think you look beautiful, Jiminie.” The oldest is nodding eagerly. 

“I don’t like you just because of the weight either.” His face is serious but his nodding is desperate, as if still scared of giving the Jimin the wrong idea, whose heart is stammering out of his ribs. 

“I like the weight.” He sounds more sure than he has all night. Nodding softly as his eyes dart between the two. “I like getting to hang out with you again, and getting taken care of by you.” Once he starts he doesn’t think he can stop. “And I like that you two don’t look at me like I’m a kid anymore, and finally feeling like I have a chance.” He smiles a bit, Jimin knows he is risking it all, but he can’t bring himself to care when it feels so good to let go of all these emotions.

Hoseok kneels behind his boyfriend, at eye level with Yoongi. He is biting his lip with an endeared smile on his face. “Well… we have all changed since then.” 

“You’re not a tween anymore.” Yoongi jokes with a shit-eating smile that shows at least some ease on his part. 

“You are 2 years older than me.” The look on the oldest face eases him enough to retort back. “Only one year younger than Hobi hyung. You two just behave like senior citizens.” Hoseok breaks into giggles and Jimin feels quite accomplished about that. 

“It feels more drastic in highschool! You know that!” His melodic laughter fills the room. Jimin feels his own shoulders slump in proper relief. And he catches the older looking at Hoseok with lovesick eyes as his laughter calms down. “Babe… offer him dessert.” He whispers to Yoongi with an amused smile. 

“Oh!” He smiles a little embarrassed before turning his face back to Jimin. “Min-ah, do you think you have any more roo-” 

“Yes.” Jimin answers without giving Yoongi time to finish. “Help me up.”

 gif credits!1st gif : gainerbf on tumblr, October 3rd 2023

2nd-4th gif : overfedbutterball on tumblr, September 11th 2023

5th photo: fatbellygirl-piggy on tumblr, November 16th 2023

[ugh-yoongi]

how would you rank bangtan thighs?

what a great question, thank you.

while it’s important to note there are no bad choices and every bangtan thigh is worthy of a top spot, here are my personal rankings:

1. namjoon. you’ve heard of plant daddy, you’ve heard of scrub daddy, and now you’ve got thigh daddy. can you believe he’s gotten beefier since this picture?

2. taehyung. maybe an unconventional second choice, but this vogue shoot did something to my brain that far exceeds simple rewiring. it stuck a fuse in there and blew it up like a jello mold. i’m still finding little pieces of pre-vogue shoot brain.

3. seokjin. like yoongi’s, these are mysterious thighs. this man keeps them under lock and seal, hidden away, never to see the light of day. this tactic may work on some, but if you tell me i can’t have something i’ll only want it more. it’s simple human nature, and i’m gonna chew on these thighs like laffy taffy.

4. jimin. i once called jimin the speaker of the house when it came to the line of succession to the thigh presidency, and i stand by it. he’s got A Set on him, but in a different way to namkook. but just… look at them. i’m gonna chew on these too, but more in the way that dogs put toys in their mouth and do the ‘i’m gonna kill this thing’ head shake.

5. hoseok. i know what you’re thinking: jewel, where the fuck is jk? i’m getting there, but look at these first. he’s lean and (not) mean, and if there’s anything i love [gestures vaguely at my dating history] it’s a string bean of a man who can still open jars for me. i’d lose the leg wrestling contest w hobi, but we’re all still winners in this game.

6. jungkook. alert the presses, our vice president of thighs is second to last. but let me tell you why: me, personally, when it comes to jungkook i am so distracted by everything else i forget he has them. you all watched me have a very public and very embarrassing meltdown over ck jungkook so you get it. the long hair, the lip rings, the tattoos, his beautiful chest heart.

7. yoongi. does yoongi even have thighs? i haven’t seen them in so long… perhaps he should post a picture just to remind me what they look like… anyway. mr min “girl group legs” yoongi may be last on my ranking but they’re all number one in my heart, and he’s no exception. i have this magazine hung up to the left of my desk, so i get to be tortured by these snow white thighs 9a-5:30p monday thru friday.

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𝙁𝙊𝙍𝘽𝙄𝘿𝘿𝙀𝙉 𝘿𝙀𝙎𝙄𝙍𝙀. | a namkook college professor x student one-shot

Author's notes: i've always thought of namjoon in a professor setting and jungkook was the perfect person to add to this setting. we all know he's crushing on the man already. ;) there are some sexual references below. only 18+ should read below. requests are open!

As the sunlight streamed through the classroom windows, illuminating the dusty air, the atmosphere crackled with anticipation. Jungkook, a diligent college student, sat in his usual spot, his heart racing in his chest. His eyes were fixed on the front of the room, where the enigmatic Professor Namjoon stood, exuding an air of confidence and intellect.

Namjoon, with his tousled hair and glasses perched on his nose, commanded the attention of the entire lecture hall. His presence was magnetic, his voice a symphony that captured their minds. Jungkook found himself captivated by every word, hanging onto every syllable that flowed from his professor's lips.

Unbeknownst to Jungkook, his professor's gaze often lingered on him, their eyes meeting in brief, stolen moments of connection. Namjoon admired the young student's dedication and thirst for knowledge, but there was something else that stirred within him—a primal desire he struggled to suppress.

Namjoon's attire, carefully chosen to exude authority and sophistication, only added fuel to the fire. His perfectly styled hair and the way his clothes clung to his form screamed "daddy," a silent invitation to explore the forbidden depths of desire.

Jungkook couldn't help but feel a magnetic pull towards his professor, his eyes drawn to Namjoon's lips as he spoke, imagining what it would be like to taste them. The mere thought sent a shiver down his spine, and he discreetly shifted in his seat, trying to hide the growing desire that threatened to consume him.

During their interactions, Jungkook noticed the subtle changes in Namjoon's demeanor. The way his voice would soften when speaking to him, the lingering eye contact that held a hint of something more. It was as if there was an unspoken understanding, a secret connection that danced between them.

One fateful day, as the lecture came to an end, Namjoon's deep voice resonated through the room. "Jungkook-ah, please stay after class. I need to discuss something with you." The words dripped from his lips with a seductive undertone, his jaw clenching in a way that sent a jolt of electricity straight to Jungkook's core.

The rest of the students filed out of the room, leaving Jungkook alone with Namjoon, their eyes locked in a silent battle of desire and restraint. The tension hung heavy in the air, suffocating yet exhilarating.

As the door closed, sealing them in their own clandestine world, Namjoon slowly approached Jungkook, his footsteps resonating with purpose. His gaze bore into Jungkook's soul, stripping away the layers of pretense and exposing their raw desires.

With a voice laced with authority, Namjoon spoke, his words a velvet caress. "Jungkook, I've noticed the way you look at me. And I must admit, I've found myself equally drawn to you." The confession hung in the air, a confession that shattered the barriers that had kept them apart.

Jungkook's breath hitched, his heart pounding in his chest, as he dared to meet Namjoon's intense gaze. The professor's eyes sparkled with a hunger that mirrored his own, a connection forged in the depths of their unspoken desires.

In that moment, they succumbed to their mutual attraction, their bodies gravitating towards each other. Their lips met in a searing kiss, a fusion of pent-up longing and forbidden ecstasy. The taste of their desires mingled, intoxicating and addictive.

Namjoon's hands roamed Jungkook's body once tossing his glasses aside, igniting a fire that burned through their veins. Each touch, each caress, was a revelation, a testament to the passion that had simmered beneath the surface for far too long.

Their bodies moved in perfect synchrony, their desires intertwining like the pages of a forbidden novel. In this hidden sanctuary of pleasure, they surrendered to the intoxicating rhythm of their connection, their soft moans and gasps lost in the confines of the empty classroom.

But then... Jungkook woke up and found himself still sitting in his class, Namjoon eyeing him after having discovered him napping during lecture. Had it only been a dream? Jungkook felt disheartened at the fact and looked over to his professor to see him smirking. He hadn't known that, despite how quietly he had been talking in his sleep, his professor had heard him say his name in a sound akin to a moan... 'Joonie'.

Namjoon would make sure to make his dreams a reality soon.

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title: papilio machaon author: merryofsoul rating: teen wordcount: 44362 pairing: jeon jungkook/kim namjoon summary:

“Fuck. My. Life. I’m getting evicted and I have one week to find a new place.”

“My roommate moved in with his boyfriend a few months ago and I haven’t been able to find a new one,” Namjoon says, leaning across the table excitedly. “It’s too big of a place for just one person and it’s been kind of lonely.”

“Hyung,” Jungkook interrupts Namjoon’s rambling, already deciding to doom himself to one of the worst-best decisions of his life. “I’m in.”

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Young Gods ❈ KNJ, JJK

❈ Pairing: Namjoon x Reader x Jungkook

❈ Genre: smut, f2l kinda, but also s2l, fantasy!au, fluff if you squint, gods!au, wizard/witch!au

➛ Part of the Namkook Moonrise Masquerade hosted by @jamaisjoons

❈ Rating: 18+

❈ Wordcount: 4.2k

❈ Warnings: it is jungkook centric, it does have a somewhat heavy plot, double penetrative sex, magical sex, teasing, slightest corruption kink.

❈ Summary: Legend has it that if you were to walk all the way up to Hallasan, and if the land is welcoming enough, you should be able to see the most beautiful lake where it is rumoured to home the most powerful being the world has ever had the pleasure to meet, so when young warlock Jungkook starts having trouble with his magic, who could blame him for travelling all the way there in hopes of finding answers only to be met with the hottest man he’s ever seen. and really,  who could blame him for fostering the biggest crush on him without saying a word for ages? that is, until y/n, a long lost friend of Namjoon shows up. so really, who is he to blame if he lets the two greatest beings in existence use him for their pleasure?

❈A/N: SHE'S HERE. GOD THIS TOOK A WHILE. Please enjoy! ALSO, banner by @jamaisjoons, I do believe the only thing that keep me writing this was the banner lol. Do tell your thoughts on this bad baby, I was heading towards a larger fic but I didn't have time yet magical au is most definitely there for future fics.

The first time Jungkook realised just how powerful he was, he was fifteen years old, although his mother can recall him being around four and being able to master a potion that most common-born non-royal witches could only hope to get mediocre at once trained at their young twenties. Of course, his magic had soon become taboo around the village, having to hide himself behind years of his father’s training, his lineage a bit closer to royalty, not quite, but just enough for his son’s magic to pass as his own. If his customers notice how better his spell jars or potions get once Jungkook turns eighteen, they sure don’t comment on it. Not that they would be able to tell that the family was hiding a master of the magical arts that could rival the country’s most powerful witch in the blink of an eye. Those were just rumours going around, as far as the Jeon’s were concerned.

“Son, I believe it is about time you get some proper practice on your magic” his father mentioned bypassing one Sunday night as they both locked up the store. He turned to hi, somewhat confused.

“Look if this is about Seojun noona’s elixir being more powerful than it usually is I swear it was a rightful mixture, my trial was right beside her actual one and she entered the shop sooner and-”

His dad shakes a hand dismissively at him, rounding the counter into the small storage room, coming back in sight with a leather-bound book in between his hands, calloused fingers roaming the antique-looking pages “I am not quite sure how much truth an old man like your grandfather could hold, but it wouldn’t hurt to try” he turned the yellowing book towards him, fast and almost undescribable scribbles decorating the paper as he squinted down at it, his father handling the energy in it to make the content quite literally come to life, a storytelling spell all too familiar to him from his young age.

“Dad, you know I absolutely love bedtime stories, but I’d say I’m quite a bit too old now for-” before he can even think about finishing the sentence, a mountain comes into view, alive straight from the book’s pages, standing tall and proud dressed in green, almost touching the sky, a magical aura surrounding it, one that he could even feel just by looking at it “What’s that?”

“The old man used to tell me stories about an ancient being, the most powerful of them all, living on top of Hallasan” the pages turn by themselves, the image changing to a faceless man, standing almost as tall and proud as the mountain itself, performing all types of magic, some of them Jungkook himself hadn’t even heard of “Legend says he was outcasted by royalty in fear of revolution, wouldn’t even be alive if it weren’t for he is a child of Earth herself”

“I-I don’t think I’m following”

His father sighs loudly before his magic shuts the book closed, all magic gone on a whim “Jungkook, whatever this man was, if my father was right and he really did exist, you might be like him”

“But-but I was born of both you and mum” he couldn’t quite yet fathom the extension of his own magic, much less think about the probability of being more powerful than any other being that had walked the Earth in millennia. Even if the man was real, would he even be alive still? If he was as powerful as he was presumed to be, would he even take Jungkook under his wing? What if he wasn’t as lucky as the man from the book and word got out and his life was endangered?

“Jungkook just think about it, you might be a child of the Earth”

“What if I don’t want to be” he couldn’t quite face his father, feeling his own heartbreak as the older man deflated. Jungkook knew that perhaps his dad had entertained the idea of his only son being a creature out of a legendary book, could feel how proud it would make him, for Jungkook to be a hero, make history with the power he presumably held within, yet he couldn’t help but feel like a small child again, afraid at the uncertainty that the future could hold. “I- I’m good with just running the shop and helping you and mother out with stuff”

His father sighed before placing a gentle hand on his shoulders, a small act that made him feel even more like a child, one getting subtly scolded by his parents as they prepare him for his inevitable future. “Jungkook-ah, your mother and I- all we really want for you is to live your own life”

His ears perk up, gaze facing forward as he catches his mother standing with her arms crossed over her body, the softest motherly look on her face “And if that means for my baby to go find himself at some faraway place, then so be it” she comes to join his father by his side, both of them bracing each other as the thought of their child growing up simmers down on them. “We just want you to grow up to your full potential Kookie”

.-.-

It had taken quite some convincing for him to completely make up his mind, the negging looks from his father as he helped around the shop, the longing yet scolding gaze his mother held over dinner until he found himself preparing a small bag for the long trip– almost burning inside his mind the map contained in his grandfather’s grimoire from the many times he had read over what he once thought to be a legend out of a children’s storybook.

The trip itself wasn’t as difficult as it was troublesome, having to hike up the highest mountain in the land, the difficult part–if the Jeon’s memories were anything to go by– was having the Hallassan land spirit to like you enough to show itself, even a step further to have the legendary witch to show his home.

For quite some time Jungkook entertained the idea of the immense possibilities on how the wizard could look, every possible image popping up in his head some variation of a wrinkly old man hunched over himself, staff in hand and he couldn’t help but laugh soundly at it, picturing himself getting nagged at by such a figure, perhaps he would end up looking like one of those old scholars that came to his village from time to time. But how wrong was he.

It took him three days, two cold sleepless nights in the woods and running in circles for at least two hours in the nothingness that was the top of the mountain for the valley to show up right where he had started to venture– he could almost hear the forest spirits snickering at him. He really tried to be angry at it, almost went back down just out of spite, yet the clearing before him had him doing a double-take, the space was bright and clear, none of the trees from before on sight, the small dipping in the middle of it leading to a sort of entrance– this was what he came for.

Jungkook had been raised better than what he found himself doing– walking into a stranger’s house uninvited. Was it really uninvited if after knocking for a few minutes the door opened on its own?

He walks inside, small steps, unsure of himself, his past resolve crumbling down completely as he walks further in where he listens to a hushed voice coming from his left, a mop of silvery hair turned away from him, green warm clothes cradling the figure, Jungkook entertains the idea of an old man still, yet not so much hunched over himself if the deep hushed voice and the hair colour was anything to go by. “...Now where did I last see-”

"Hello-"

"Oh! great timing! the pay is where it always is" broad shoulders are still facing him as the man moved around, a couple of won bills on the counter where he had waved his hand dismissively, not even bothering to turn around, for a legendary creature perhaps leaving his home door open was a recurrent thing, what with the whole clearing hidden from the public eye and all.

"Oh I'm not-" he had tried to make himself knows as definitely not the person he was expecting yet the man kept mumbling to himself, apparently in deep thought at whatever it was

""—So then if we are able to move this around we should -" he had started moving around the room, still not facing Jungkook directly, just pointing to places around the spacious room as his free hand busied itself with picking books from the humongous shelf against the wall

"I'm- uh" his hands couldn’t be still, grasping at the bag over his shoulder, knuckles almost white as he clears his throat "I'm not-"

"Did you forget where-" the man turns around and Jungkook feels whatever little poise he had gained leave him in the spot, right in front of him is the most legendary creature in existence, recorded alive for millennia, a god in more ways than one, no old man in sight but the prettiest human he had laid eyes on, fierce sight set on him awkwardly hanging at the entrance as the man keeps blinking at him "uh"

He bows down almost instinctively, 90 degrees, hair falling onto his eyes as he does so "Mister sir- uh keeper of Hallasan"

"You aren't Soobin"

"Uh.. no I'm not"

The man doesn’t even flinch at the information of a stranger setting a foot inside his house, deep voice calm as ever as he asks "How did you even get in?"

"Uh the door was open" he points to the door in a futile attempt for it to not make it seem like he was the weirdo picking locks or something at a magical creature’s home

"No it wasn't" he moves to the door in the most graciously way he has ever seen someone do it, almost gliding across the floor, eyes never leave him except for the brief second where his hand tries the doorknob "huh it was. Weird"

It took the man less than a minute after his initial shock to turn to Jungkook and invite him in, a pair of teacups resting against the table as they seated parallel to each other, him crossing his legs in a nonchalant manner as Jungkook couldn’t stop fidgeting in his seat– he certainly never thought he could come this far.

“So what can I do for you, Jeon Jungkook?” if he absolutely preened at the way that his name sounded in the stranger’s mouth, that was certainly something only for him to know.

The words died right on his tongue. There were certainly a lot of things the beautiful man seating across from him could do, none of them necessarily involving what he had initially come for, yet as the words take meaning inside his mind, he seems to short circuit yet again “I uh- you know- you know my name?”

He smiles a big smile, eyes crinkling into crescents, dimples showing and a heat simmering inside Jungkook’s belly “I know a lot of things, Jungkook” he stares off into space “Social skills are rusty, but they come back after getting a good look at you” Jungkook’s eyes must widen at the implication of his words. Could he read minds? Could he take a look into souls? “Just general stuff about you, don’t worry about it”

The man could definitely read minds.

Blink if you’re hearing this. The man blinks and Jungkook feels like fleeing. Wait. Everyone blinks, stupid. Perhaps some other time.

He somehow finds his voice, remembering the lingering question, the sole reason for him to be there “Mister Hallasan keeper, sir”

“Namjoon is fine”

“Mister Namjoon-ssi”

“Namjoon hyung”

Jungkook is sure this time his brain shortcircuits for real, for this complete stranger. Namjoon he corrects himself, to give him permission to call him so affectionately after only a few minutes of knowing him. After technically breaking- not breaking into his home.

Smile if you’re reading my mind. Namjoon smiles, something doesn’t sit right with him, he could very well be reading his mind, or simply smiling out of politeness at the extended silence Jungkook had caused, again. I’m onto you Mister Hallasan Keeper. Namjoon just smiles more fondly at him.

Jungkook goes on explaining his situation, from his rapid magic learning to being unable to wield his magic, to his father even suggesting that he could have been born from the Earth herself, just like Namjoon did all those millennia ago. The blond man restricts himself to listen to Jungkook speak, gaining a serious pose when he drops the reason for his visit, asking him for help. Jungkook’s almost sure he will deny it as he goes on to explain how his last magical apprentice had been there almost sixty years ago, going on about how he is pretty much a loner, no reason more than a brief excuse of being an outcast for practice differences with the village where Jungkook comes from, giving it a few seconds of thought before he accepts to have Jungkook under his wing, going as far as to give him a spare bedroom to sleep in along with the longest set of rules he had ever heard of.

Months with Namjoon look something more or less like this: waking up at 6 am sharp– something Jungkook had never done in his life, the first few times he had woken up later than that, it was almost impossible to know where his teacher had gone to. Have a rundown on the day’s activities and breakfast until 7. Jungkook was in charge of gardening on the 30-minute window of Namjoon harvesting for the spells he was due to make for the day. An hour of light reading– he knew better than to comment on how a thousand pages book was most definitely not light reading, but he did it anyway. He would then shadow Namjoon on whatever mystical task he had to do for the day before finishing up with him running basic high-level training with Namjoon’s guidance in the clearing– Namjoon had said that the Hallasan spirit would keep him safe and sound if he were to screw up, although so far all the spirit and her friends in the forest had done was laugh at his mistakes.

Five months in it, the whole routine came as second nature, he couldn’t even picture a day without Namjoon on it, not that there was anyone else that could pick up on the energy shift within it, Jungkook had learnt a lot from his teacher, not only in the magic department but about him as a person, couldn’t hide the lingering eyes, the curious touches of skin, every bit of information about Namjoon expanding that fondness feeling inside his heart, Namjoon was a man of habit, a powerful one at that, yet all those millennia living couldn’t hide the fact that Jungkook could see right through him, a lonely soul, as powerful as none other, yet so inherently say. Not even the whole power in the universe could keep him away from his own greatest danger: himself.

If you can read minds, kiss me. The kiss never came so perhaps Namjoon could never even read minds in the first place.

Now here’s the thing, Jungkook might be a mess when it comes to magic, but not so much at hiding his feelings, at least the best he could, Namjoon was as intelligent as men come and he had yet to notice. Namjoon’s friend that just happens to show up on a particularly lazy day– his teacher had said his magic tends to run out from time to time and would rather rest it; perhaps not so much.

Jeon Jungkook is a weak man. A weak man for beautiful things, like Namjoon, or you. Who just happened to walk inside Namjoon’s home like you owned the place– could he count it as his home too yet?

He could feel his heart wanting to leap out of him as soon as you introduced yourself, and perhaps he was imagining the way your eyes grazed over his figure before going to tease Namjoon, not that he stopped having heart eyes for the man when you walked in, he had enough heart eyes for the both of you, even if he had to keep them to himself. You were easier to warm up to than Namjoon if it was anything to go by, smoothly falling into conversation after you three had sat down for tea, walking up to Namjoon’s massive library, picking out books from their shelves as you asked him about his upbringings.

“The Jeon family? Oh, dearest, your grandfather was as good as wizards come” his brain cuts short as soon as the words leave your mouth, just how exactly could you have known the old man? The old wizard was presumably thrown out of the royal house for being unfit for ruling over the land. You playfully push your elbow against Namjoon “And I say this while knowing Joonie”

The blond man groans at your teasing.

“You-you knew my grandpa?”

“Yeh, such a shame he decided to be a mortal” Your initial interest seems to diminish as you turn to face the books yet again, a particular red cover catching your attention.

“What”

Jungkook faintly hears Namjoon standing up from his chair to try and get in between his conversation with you, although all he hears seems to come as if the voices were kept under cotton inside his ears “Y/N you’re overwhelming the kid”

For such a calm and collected posture, he had maintained not only while learning with Namjoon but back at home too, hearing such a word coming out of him really tips the glass “I’m not a kid! Why is everyone always treating me like a child!” surely it did seem rather childish to have an outburst like that, yet his mind couldn’t help but reel in all those other times in his stay where Namjoon had dismissed him from helping, saying it was a rather complicated spell you should wait this one out Jungkook. Or something along the lines of when you get stronger. It did seem the type of things one would say to their petulant child.

“Jungkook waits” Namjoon groans as he retreats to his assigned room, you can’t help the softness inside you at the way that strong independent loner Namjoon reacts to his apprentice being pissed off, certainly a first.

“You pissed off the kid” your remark isn’t that much well digested as Namjoon throws a dagger-like glare your way, groaning as he throws his head back against the couch

“Why am I parenting again?”

You shrug your shoulders as you offer him a tight lip smile, you had heard a lot about Jungkook even before you had walked inside the wizard’s home, like a reader of a slow-burning love story, you knew that ‘parenting’ was most definitely not the dynamic in his relationship with the younger, not with the way Namjoon had described the little mannerisms of his apprentice, or the way that he described his figure as the strongest back I’ve ever seen with such a tiny waist when he sent you a letter asking you to visit him.

The thing with the dynamic you had with Namjoon had been one going on for hundreds of years, feeding off of the magic that only such powerful creatures like you and him could conjure, effective yet dependent as when either of you two was in dire need of a boost, you would have to pay him a visit to work your magic. Jungkook hadn’t appeared after his little outburst, probably hidden in his room, taking only a few minutes of Namjoon glancing expectantly at the place where the younger had disappeared before you dragged him towards his room in an all too practised manner.

The whole environment was always on the calm side whenever you two get to it, something along the lines of strictly business, yet an undeniable connection between the two. Namjoon had you against his door, a dimly lit lamp on his desk, strong hands holding you in place at your waist as he leaned down to connect both of your mouths, eyes fluttering shut as he did so. Your hands found themselves tangled in his blond tousled hair in no time as he deepened the kiss, moving the both of you towards the bed as magic started glowing dimly within you two, connecting and feeding off of the spark of the situation, magic so profound and delicate that only immortal beings could hope to master. Namjoon placed himself against his elbows as you straddled his hips, your figure teasingly humping his growing bulge inside his pants as his breath started to become ragged, his own magic reaching forward to yours, just the way his lips chased yours. Yet there was only so much ominous Namjoon could handle. His hands were quick to undress both of you in between hot caresses and messy kisses as both of your bodies seem to move on their own accord, the magic itself doing the most out of the tantric experience, moans slowly but surely filling up the room as Namjoon positioned the tip of his hard cock on your entrance, teasing your folds for a few seconds before you settled on top of him in a familiar manner, sinking down on him as he throws his head back, letting out a groan. You are almost sure Jungkook could hear you both, yet your mind so clouded you wouldn’t have given it a second thought with Namjoon’s cock filling you up so nicely as you moved up and down on his length, that is until out of the corner of your eye you catch the casted shadow outside the dimly lit room.

"Your puppy is outside," You say as you stop moving on him, not quite removing yourself from the situation, yet you feel the magic in the room flickering faintly as if going dormant.

"What" Namjoon’s eyes are surprised as he lets reality sink in, his magic safely sated from the small act

"The kid that has an obvious crush on both you and me?” you state matter of factly as Namjoon’s jaw goes slack “He's watching us from behind the door"

As if on cue, there’s a rustling behind the door, feet rapidly resounding against the floor "No I'm not!"

Namjoon sighs loudly "JK just come in, I know this might seem.." the door opens and you could swear Jungkook’s eyes are about to leave his skull at the image he’s present with "weird"

"incredibly hot," they say at the same time, rendering both of them speechless

"huh kid's horny" you start removing yourself from Namjoon’s cock as your magic starts tingling, now reaching out for the younger "i like it"

"Y/N please"

You gesture by raising your hands as if surrendering, yet you know just how the night had taken a turn, willing to satiate your magic’s needs “He doesn’t like your PG training, let me handle this”

Jungkook is still sporting his Bambi eyes as he feels himself pulled into the room, closing the door softly behind him as he can only stare at you as you make your way towards him, lips ghosting over his “So tell me Jungkookie” your hand trails down to bring him closer to your naked body, taking his hand in yours and guiding it to your ass “Just how much are you willing to render of yourself for me and Joon?”

“All of me”

Jeon Jungkook might as well had been an erotic wizard like yourself if by the way he manhandles you and surrenders you to Namjoon like a loyal apprentice would to his master was anything to go by. Namjoon’s stare alone has the young man pliant as he caresses tan skin under his fingers, achingly curious as the youngest takes turns to kiss the eldest and yourself, Namjoon’s fingers playing with his nipples, your own hands working his length to life after your magic had completely undressed him, feeling both your and Namjoon’s magic reaching for Jungkook’s in a way you didn’t know was possible. A few kisses and lingering touches in, minds clouded with lust, kissing noises and moans taking over the space, Jungkook takes no time in positioning you on top of him, back to his chest as his length stretches you deliciously, long fingers playing with your clit as his own legs separate your thighs as if offering you up to his master, Namjoon looking like a man starved as he positions himself against Jungkook’s cock, his tip meeting no resistance as he glides in and nestles next to Jungkook, stretching you like no other time you could fathom, groans and ragged breaths of the men under and above you working you to your own climax, babbled words coming out of the youngest’s lips along with a promise of becoming yet another young god under your spell.

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Bloom | 02

Genre: Hybrid!Namkook. fluorescence by @jincherie​ AU

Pairing: foxhybrid!Namjoon x Reader x bunnyhybrid!Jungkook ;(

Warnings: language. mention of hybrid trafficing/being sold into sex trafficing, fluff holy shit, angst, Smut (future), very cuddly and shy jungkook, stuttery shy BOYS. I really just wrote this for me.

Words: 5k+

Summary: In a world where humanity is increasingly motivated by how much cash can be made off of… well anything, you’re a human and hybrid rights lawyer. You will do anything to save the ones that never had a choice  right from the date of their conception. Even if that means, adopting two hybrids that you absolutely did not mean to.

a/n: I'm posting after over a year I feel so strange lmao. I know this isn’t induratize or the thousand other stories I abandoned like a deadbeat dad BUTT plz accept this measly update. Let me know what you think. drop me an ask, interact as much as possible so I feel guilty and put out an update soon. also warm welcome to so many new followers and writers who followed me as well.

It had been an hour since you’d closed the door behind the two hybrids. One painstakingly long, worrying, self-doubt filled hour. The muted noises of a sobbing Jungkook had quietened and that was the only consolation you had that you hadn’t completely messed up. There was a lot to do for one of your upcoming cases and you had thought you would be able to get some work done after bringing them home. However, you’d quickly realised your one dimension thinking was severely flawed. Your brain has simplified the process of bringing two hybrids home at such last minute to help you cope with it seems. And the sooner you realise your approach could be a little insensitive, the better. 

The rattling of the door knob had you shuffling off the couch and standing as if you were going to be caught doing something you shouldn’t. The silver locks come into view as Namjoon walks out to the living room. His eyes cast down to the floor as he comes to a stop right before the couch. His posture rigid, brows furrowed like he was angry and yet, he did not say anything.

“Namjoon? Are you alright? Is Jungkook okay?” You don’t move forward as to not startle the already reserved hybrid. 

“I-I am okay!” He sounds determined. Like it shouldn’t even be a question. 

“J-Jungkook is now asleep. He was- he got scared because he thought y-you were going to- to…,” Namjoon’s lips trembled, voice troubled and you had a feeling he was debating with himself if he should finish the sentence. 

“To what, Namjoon?” Your assertive tone had him glance at you briefly before his eyes were down cast again. Thankfully you don’t have to push him further. 

“He was fearful that you would s-strike him. He did not anticipate it a-and reacted poorly. I apologise for his behaviour and w-will receive the punishment i-instead of him.”

It was hard to decide what upset you more. The way Namjoon’s eyes teared up, lips trembled in a frown to hold back the angry tears. Or what he had said. The fact that he expected a punishment to be carried out for something as miniscule as flinching away from your palm. A hundred different emotions ran through your bloodstream. Anger, sadness, loathing, more anger, misery and some more anger. What had been done to them in that awful company to have their perspective of reality with a human owner so incredibly distorted?

“Namjoon…,” Your feet are taking you forward automatically, wanting to assure him that no such would be happening.

“Namjoon I’m… I’m not going to punish Jungkook. Or you.” You stand just a few meters away from Namjoon but he still does not look up. “Namjoon? Will you please look at me?”

He hesitates. The furrow of his dark brows never leaving his beautiful face. It’s been a few moments and he’s stagnant. Taking a few steps back, you settle on the couch. Looking up at him, you pat the spot beside you. 

“Please? Would you sit and talk to me a little?”

You’re hoping the intense emotions you were feeling towards the piece of shit company that terrified the poor bunny to this point were hidden enough that you wouldn’t atleast scare off Namjoon. Another minute passes. He relents. His adam’s apple bobs when he swallows, nervousness showing discernibly on his face. You wait. Letting him take his time to settle in to the couch and not remain so stiff.

“Namjoon.” You suck in a deep breath before looking him square in the face that’s still avoiding you. “Namjoon.” You repeat to get his attention. He finally looks.

“Listen to me very carefully. I will never hurt you or Jungkook. I know it’s hard to believe because… because this is all so new. Nevertheless, I will never ‘punish’ you both for anything. Not physically. Never physically, god.” 

You’re starting to get exasperated and it was obvious that Namjoon was waiting for you to start showing signs of frustration when he looks away again.Shaking your head to level your head, you continue. 

“I’m not sure what kind of horrible things those people did to you, I certainly will not continue that. In fact, I’m so… so angry that Jungkook even thought that I would hit him?”

“I am very sorry for upsetting you.”  

“I’m not angry at you, honey.” Shaking your head, you don’t miss the way Namjoon’s cheeks heat up at your petname. Eyes cast down again, scowl on his face loosening slightly. 

“I’m angry at those bastards for ever hurting you.”

He just listens. Physically at least but you’re hoping that he’s really hearing you. That he stops doubting you and your intentions. You wanted nothing but to erase their painful past and fill their future with memories that will wrap them in comfort. He finally looks up again. 

“Okay?” You nod to prompt his response and he slowly does. “Don’t freak him out when you see him. Just get some sleep and we can talk about this more in the morning.”

It takes him several moments to let your words sink in. 

“I… Jungkook will not be punished, r-right mistress?” Your face pales before you feel the blood rush back to it at his address of you. But you keep it together when you see the look of apprehension. Taking in a breath, you will your heart to be steady.

“No Namjoon. Jungkook will receive no punishment because he did nothing wrong. It was not his fault that he got scared. Okay?” Once again, he’s hesitating but nods nonetheless and that is enough for you for tonight at least. 

“Now, are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?” Namjoon looks up at the mention of food and yet again, he shakes his head. It was obvious that he was feeling at least slightly hungry but his stubborn nature holds him back. You let him have this one. 

“Okay. Take a shower if you want and then get some sleep. I will see you in the morning.” Your smile is tired but warm. Watching him slowly get up and grab the ratty duffle bag they both had with them. 

Namjoon sends an unreadable look your way but before you can analyse his face further, he vanishes inside his room, closing the door behind him. You let out a breath you don’t realise you’d been holding again. It was the first day of them being with you and already - you knew you would do anything for them. Even if it took a while to have the fox hybrid completely believe you - you were not going to give up.

Getting up from the couch, you make your way towards your office to close and lock the door before heading to your own room. There were a few things you need to do before going to sleep and one of them included the clothes your hybrid companions would need. The duffle bag did not look full even in the slightest, giving you an idea of how many belongings both of them had. It only made you want to add everything in your cart while browsing for different items. 

That night, you make a promise to yourself. You would try your best to fill their time with you with so much happiness that they will forget everything but the feeling of joy and contentment. And maybe, just maybe - they will love you back. Because you sure as hell were starting to feel something awfully close to the feeling of the dreaded L word. The next morning, you wake up bright and early. It may not be your preferred time - 8am! - you knew that your newly acquired hybrids would be especially famished. Namjoon had turned in around 10PM and Jungkook had gone to bed even earlier. You hadn’t gotten a chance to ask what they would like in breakfast. Then again, you hadn’t anticipated the night to end the way it did. 

To counter the sudden change in circumstances - you decided to make a lot. Quite like a welcome breakfast to make them feel a little more at home and to show your excitement at having them. You had a feeling that this will sit well with the younger hybrid. Jungkook was a sweet boy and he no doubt would appreciate it but Namjoon was entirely different. Even after last night you’d thought you’d gotten somewhere but when he’d wordlessly gotten up and left to his room - you had a feeling he would fight your advances to get to know him better.But regardless of where their heads were at; you were going to try your best. When you’d gotten up this morning, you’d gotten dressed in a pretty off the shoulder dress. 

Pretty enough to make them notice but comfortable enough for casual wear. Blow drying your hair and a bit of mascara - you’d topped off the look with a red lip tint to look slightly more awake. Usually you didn’t really do anything to your face if it was a day in. Though you knew that getting dressed up for someone always made them feel special and you were hoping your new housemates were not an exception. Thankfully the fridge was stocked enough for you to make various dishes. You’d gotten the cheese omelette whisked and ready to be made fresh when the boys woke up. Pulling out the non-stick pan, you start making them pancakes to get a decent stack before they woke up. Also you knew the aroma of the buttermilk pancakes (it was from a pre-made mix, you admit) would wander off in the whole house and sooner or later - you would most likely wake them up. 

While one of the pancakes cooked, you quickly cut up some watermelon, mangoes, strawberries and bananas. Checking the fridge again, you finally find the green grapes you were starting to think you’d run out of. They were the easiest to snack on so it would have been quite devastating for you, really. Just as you’d put the breakfast sausages on another non-stick pan, you hear the familiar door knob turning. The sound however is drowned out with the shrilling noise of the meat being cooked on the hot surface. 

A freshly washed and dressed in a new, a rather tattered, shirt and the same jeans, Namjoon is walking forwards in the large kitchen. Your eyes look for the other hybrid who is trying his best to stay hidden behind Namjoon’s tall frame. You can see that Jungkook has not changed his clothes but he does look like he’s washed his face with the way his fringe is still slightly damp, sticking to his forehead. Putting the pan on a low heat so the meat doesn’t burn - you finally turn to the two boys standing in the doorway. Like they needed permission to take a seat.

“Good morning!” Your smile is wide. Genuine. “Come, take a seat.” 

Pulling out two chairs, you pat the seats with a nod of your head to urge them forward. By your surprise, you don’t have to convince them further. Your heart skips a beat when you notice Namjoon reach out his hand behind him. Jungkook grasps the larger hand immediately but never stepping forward, past the comfort of his fox friend’s shadow. You could see how much Namjoon cared and protected Jungkook. From all harm. And that detail at least provides some comfort to you. Sending Jungkook a small smile, you watch him shuffle forwards with Namjoon. 

Quickly going back to the stove, you take off the sausages and put the steaming deliciousness on to the plate and then the big dining table. The bunny is worrying his bottom lip, hands in his lap but you have a feeling he is probably holding Namjoon’s hand under the table. The thought only makes you smile more.

“I didn’t get to ask both of you what you would like for breakfast. So,” gesturing towards the bountiful table, you shrug. “I made everything I could think of.”

Jungkook looks at the table in awe. Eyes darting from one plate to another before his eyes catch on to yours. Making the bunny severely blush and you, chuckle at his cuteness. You take out the orange juice as well as a bottle of milk from the fridge and hand them their plates.

“I hope there is enough to your liking.” You turn back to the stove to put everything in the dishwasher before you sat down to eat as well. Namjoon has thus far, not spoken. He has not given you shy smiles like Jungkook had started to. He had not stared at you with wide eyes like Jungkook had when he’d seen you first. Like yesterday, he was quiet; hard to read.

“Kook, stop!” The whispered angry voice undoubtedly belongs to Namjoon and makes you immediately turn back to the table. 

Only to see Jungkook’s arm hovering over the pancake stack, seemingly about to serve himself some. Namjoon’s eyebrows have furrowed once again but this time his mood is directed at Jungkook. The bunny in question only looks wide eyed at Namjoon, lips starting to tremble and you’re marching towards him before you can catch up with your brain.

“Don’t stop him Namjoon. You don’t need my permission to start eating! Here, give me your plate, hon.” Careful to not to make any sudden movements as to not startle Jungkook, you pile on the pancakes on his plate. 

The sweet bun that Jungkook is, does not shy away from being anything but honest. Eagerly nodding his head whenever you ask ‘more?’ and you swear you want to burst out laughing at how adorable he is. All the while, Namjoon sits quietly. Watching you serve Jungkook, who is much more relaxed as he gives you a shy smile accompanied with rosy cheeks. His ears perking up every time he saw something new being put on his plate. 

A minute or so later, Jungkook is looking at his plate in such childlike awe, you have to refrain yourself from crushing him close to you. Namjoon, however, does not move to eat until you are full seated on the opposite side of the table. 

“That’s it? Take some more Namjoon.” Gesturing towards his modest serving of two pancakes and one sausage. He was taller than Jungkook. Considering that he hadn’t had anything to eat since leaving the company yesterday, he should be starving.

“No, thank you.” That’s all he says before eating. The three of you eat in relative quiet, with the occasional sound of Jungkook chewing happily. 

You don’t bother holding your charmed smile, feeling happier every time the bunny’s cheeks puffed up with how much he was stuffing inside his mouth. Of course, you didn’t mind at all despite Namjoon stopping mid-bite every once in a while to give Jungkook a look. Your stare in turn, would prevent him from saying anything as he silently finished his food.

“Would you like some juice or milk, Jungkookie?” The nickname, once again, leaves past your lips before you can think. It came all too naturally to you. And when his cheeks redden even more, definitely noticing your slip-up, you never want to address him as anything but. His cheeks were still stained that natural peony pink, eyes wide as he nods at you a bit hesitantly. 

“I have some coffee as well but I have a feeling you won’t like it.”Jungkook’s scrunched up nose in response only makes you chuckle under your breath. 

“M-Milk?” His meek voice is still on the edge. Nervous to talk to you directly but you would be patient with him. At least he was replying to you. “Do you want some more sausages? Or some nutella?” At the mention of the chocolate spread, his eyes widen once again.“Nutella it is! i’ll make some toast.” 

Getting up, you put some fresh bread in the toaster. But before you do, Namjoon speaks again.

“Please don’t feel bothered by Jungkook, Mistress. He has had enough to eat.” 

The last sentence is spoken in Jungkook’s direction, reprimanding the bunny who only looks sheepish.You needed to put a stop to Namjoon’s habit of making Jungkook feel like he was inconveniencing you. 

“Namjoon.” He looks back at you, eyebrows still furrowed deeply. You hand Jungkook the plate of two toast with the jar of nutella before taking a seat again. 

“First of all, no need to call me mistress, okay? Call me y/n. Secondly, Namjoon, you have to stop thinking that you are being a burden on me. I am an adult. I will let you know if there is something I have a problem with regarding you two. Though I can assure you, that is very unlikely. But especially when it comes to food. I want you two to eat freely. As much as you want. If there is anything you feel particularly inclined towards on some days? Tell me. I want to know. I care about your likes and dislikes. Okay?”

The two boys stare at you. Jungkook blinking rapidly while Namjoon is the opposite. He diverts his gaze as soon as you stop speaking and you can’t tell if he truely believes you like Jungkook does. you can tell when it comes to Jungkook because he wears his heart on his sleeve. You are aware of his every emotion as he feels it because he isn’t able to hide them as well as his friend. You feel at ease knowing Jungkook is really listening to you but it upsets you equally knowing that Namjoon still doubts you. 

“Okay, y/n.” Namjoon doesn’t elaborate further. Doesn’t say he believes you or that he will try to keep this in mind. but you don’t push.The way your name rolls off his tongue though; It makes your mind slip to some other indecent places. you couldn’t help it. The timbre of his deep voice accentuating your name was more beautiful that you expected. You decide that you wanted to hear him say it as often as possible. Jungkook only blinks up at you. 

A line of milk settling on top of his upper lip endearingly. You reach forward, cleaning the remnants with a napkin, mumbling ‘silly bunny’ and he’s turning several shades of pink again. Stabbing at your plate, you finish your fruit.

“Before I forget, I ordered some clothes for you two until we can go shopping properly. They should be here in a day or two. I hope you both like dressing in colours!”

Jungkook only cocks his head to the side as if confused, making you laugh at his animated expressions. You were glad he felt safe enough to be himself. Not like yesterday when he huddled behind Namjoon for the most part. You can see Namjoon eyeing the food. Wanting to put more on his plate. but he was stubborn, you’d learned quick. You had already known that there was no way he would be full with the amount he’d served himself. And it looked like he wasn’t going to take more, if not just because of his pride. You had half a heart to teach him a lesson and clear away the table but it was too early for your lessons. Instead, you stand up, putting the remaining pancakes and sausages on to his plate while Namjoon only exclaims in surprise.

“I- oh... “

“Eat, Namjoon. Better to not have any left overs.” You don’t sit back down just so his reddening cheeks, in embarrassment no doubt, don’t get any redder. You didn’t want to make him feel less then. When you start clearing the dishes, you can hear Jungkook say something to Namjoon but you couldn’t make it out. When you turn around, you almost run in to Jungkook’s trembling figure, holding the remaining dishes from the dining table. Quickly, you grab them before they shatter to the ground from his teetering hands. 

“I’ll take those.” Smiling fondly, you put them next to the sink to load in the washer. Jungkook has sped back to the table, sitting beside Namjoon who was hurrying to finish. Shaking your head, you still can’t keep the smile off your face. 

Despite the events of last night, Jungkook was surprisingly calm. He’d seemed slightly shaken up when he’d first seen you. Most likely thinking about a punishment that you’d assured Namjoon that Jungkook won’t receive. You must have dozed off standing next to the dishwasher, not noticing when Namjoon has brought in his plate to be put in the washer as well. When he clears his throat, you finally turn towards him. 

“Oh, sorry Namjoon. Here, i’ll take that too.”

He mumbles a ‘thank you’ before going back to Jungkook. By the time you’re finished, both of them have gone back to the living room, sitting on the couch with Jungkook nearly on Namjoon’s lap. That boy was almost joint to Namjoon’s hips. Literally.

However, Jungkook doesn’t look as jolly as before. At the moment, you could see the tears brimming in his eyes as Namjoon said something in his ear. Instantly, you thought that Namjoon was reprimanding him for something else. But when he sees you come out of the kitchen, he taps his unoccupied hand - from Jungkook’s hold - on top of Jungkook’s clenching ones. 

“J-Jungkook w-would like to say something... y-y/n.” Namjoon turns his head towards the peach haired boy, gently encouraging him to speak. You were curious as to what he had to say that had Jungkook tearing up. Wanting to console him. His fluffy ears flattening against his head as he looks up at you, wide eyed.

“‘m s-s-sorry mistress. A-About-“ His gaze falls back to Namjoon who only nods in encouragement. “c-crying. I kn-know you w-wouldn’t hurt m-me.” 

Though that was barely a long sentence, It took Jungkook sometime to finally get it all out. You wondered if it was because of how less he spoke prior to meeting you or if he had some sort of learning difficulty. All reasons aside, you were at your wits end, trying to hold yourself back from pulling the bunny in the tightest hug you could muster. 

“Oh honey.” Smiling with a hint of the sorrow you felt, you sat next to them on the big couch. A big space still between the two of them and you. “You don’t have to be sorry. I told Namjoon that it was okay. It’s not your fault for reacting that way. I should’ve been more careful too. We’re just getting to know each other, right?” You nod at him and a few seconds later, he shakily replies, lips still trembling. 

“Never be sorry for things like that. I won’t ever be upset at you if it happens again. I... I care about you. Both of you. I will do my best to make sure you feel... safe with me.”

You take a leap of faith and say what you’d been feeling. “That you both feel, loved. Provide you with the comfort you both have by just being here. I know it hasn’t been too long since your arrival but I genuinely want you both to stay with me.”

It is silent for a few moments. Even Namjoon doesn’t appear as stoic as before. What really catches you off guard, is the force with which Jungkook is crashing into you, arms falling around your waist to hold onto you tightly. A sound of surprise leaves you at that, but you recover as quick as your mind will allow. Wrapping your arms around his trembling frame without hesitation. 

The sobs that pierce his frame are unforgiving. Jungkook well and truly sobs, face pushed into your chest, unknowingly of course. You doubt he knew where his sobs were being deposited. You let him cry it out. He must have been overwhelmed enough to react like this. The earlier urge of wrapping him in your arms had returned fiercely, thanking Jungkook silently for taking the step before you did.The surprise on your face is nothing compared to Namjoon's wide eyes. 

He watches the bunny hold on to you as if you were the anchor, the only thing saving him from drowning. Admittedly, you knew what you said was the truth. Nothing but the truth. And yet, his reaction frees a kaleidoscope of butterflies in your stomach. Although the bunny is decently taller than you, at this very moment, he seemed smaller than a toddler and it only made you hold him to you that much tighter. Not stopping yourself from dropping gentle kisses to the top of his head. Namjoon sits rooted in place, jaw finally setting in a straight line watching you like you were the cause of the tears Jungkook shed. And maybe you were but they sure didn't seem like sad tears. 

His gaze is tight and unrelenting but at the moment, you just focus on Jungkook. No matter how much it hurt that Namjoon was far from giving you a chance.

"Y-Y/n? Th-Thank you. W-We're so h-happy to be here i-i's sorry i c-cry so much." The bunny hiccups in your chest, bringing up a sweater paw up to his eyes to rub furiously without having to detangle himself from you. 

Obviously, it is a hard task in his current state. And so incredibly endearing that he doesn't want to let go of the warmth but also wants to wipe away at his eyes and nose. Leaning back to your side-table, you grab a couple of tissues to take over while he continues to thank you and say sorry simultaneously. 

"It's okay baby. Lean back a bit. It's alright." You're whispering close to Jungkook's red face, coaxing him to tilt his head back enough for you to wipe at his eyes and then his nose.

"There. All dry. Feeling better?" Jungkook's heart stopping face is peering up at you through his puffy eyes with such tired adoration - you wanted to scream. How was he this adorable after bawling his eyes out? The fatigue of such emotionally charged few minutes is settling in and maybe a little bit of embarrassment which causes him to hide his face in your neck this time. His ears becoming severely red quite suddenly is enough to tell you that he was embarrassed at his face being pushed right between your breasts during his meltdown. 

Chuckling at his never-ending cuteness, you run your hands through his hair, combing through it to calm him down a little more. In a matter of minutes, the bunny is sighing and whimpering in your lap. He practically was sitting in your lap, pushed so far up on top of your thighs, back resting agains the sofa while his arms lay secured around your waist. Only his long legs hung down the couch.

"S-Sorry." You see a glimpse of his pout before he's covering his face with his hands again.

"It's okay." Giving him a warm squeeze, you let him pull away bashfully.Just as fast as he'd stuck himself to you, he pulls away equally slowly. As if he moves any faster he'll disturb the peace or maybe he thinks he'll be in trouble. But you let him get to it at his own pace. He sits with a bit of distance between your bodies yet somehow, it doesn't diminish the flutter you feel in your heart. The lightness that has been coursing through your body ever since Jungkook embraced you. You felt like you weren't doing something wrong for the first time since you brought the hybrids home. 

Speaking off, you noticed that Namjoon was nowhere to be seen.During the whole ordeal, between Jungkook's tears and your consolation, the fox had slipped away so stealthily that you only just noticed the empty spot on the couch. Jungkook does not appear to be surprised at his friend's absence. merely recovering from his own emotional outbreak. Until you hear the unmistakably deep voice calling out for Jungkook from their room.

"Jungkook! Come back to the room please." The sternness in his voice leaves no room for arguments and by the way Jungkook is squirming on the couch, you realise that Jungkook will always comply. Looking at you sheepishly, he silently asks if it's okay for him to go. And you hate that Jungkook relies on receiving permission before ding anything. Like he'll be punished if he didn't. 

He'd only slipped up a little bit earlier and Namjoon had been quick to remind him. So it was obvious that they were treated like this at the lab before coming with you. 

"Go ahead." Smiling to ease his discomfort, you watch him scramble back to their room. You had to start on lunch anyway and you had a pretty good idea earlier to make some comfort food for all of you to ease some of the heaviness in the air today. Maybe the smell of steak and mashed potatoes will be a good substitute. Though you'd be lying if you said you weren't just a little bit curious to know what was so important for Namjoon to call jungkook back to their room so suddenly. But you busy yourself with getting some work done before making lunch - maybe dinner at this point seeing as it was already 2pm by the time you were finished. 

It had already been over an hour since Jungkook disappeared into their room. They both were so quiet that unless you went up to their room, it was hard to know anyone even occupied it. So that's exactly what you decide to do. Make a detour to where the hybrids were still holed up before you got busy cooking again.Standing outside the room, you wait for any sounds of movement from inside the walls. When you hear nothing, you're about to turn around, assuming that the boys are taking a nap. They did have a hefty breakfast. Or at least Jungkook did. Maybe you can ask them if they wanted a snack before dinner. 

Namjoon hadn't had nearly as much to eat as Jungkook and no doubt, he must be hungry again even if he was too stubborn to tell you. But that was okay with you as long as he didn't refuse whatever you gave him. At least he will eat.But before you turn around, you finally hear some muffled noises. Pressing further against the door, mentally scolding yourself for being such a creep, you try and listen in further. 

"Just be careful kook. You're doing it again." Namjoon's voice is soft as he talks to the bunny but there is an edge to it. Like he's warning him.

"A-Am not! She's just.. n-nice." Jungkook's endearingly petulant tone makes you want to grab on to your chest. He seldom spoke. And when he did, you never wanted his airy voice to stop flowing through your eardrums. 

"It's temporary. She'll get bored soon and you know we will have to leave. I'm just worried about you kook. It's only been a day and you're practically in love with her."

You're not sure what shocks you more. Was it Namjoon's cruel and confronting words or that he alluded to the depth of Jungkook's feelings towards you? It was a grievous mixture of the two that made you step away from the door, gulping down the saliva that was going to pool in your mouth. it was an exaggerated response from your fight or flight system given the circumstances but it was telling. However, that's not enough distance to block out Jungkook's loud, aggravated response.

"M-Maybe you're wrong this ti-"

"I am not. You know that." You turn around to race towards the kitchen in fear of running into Jungkook. And maybe you needed a few minutes to get yourself back together. Not in a million years had you expected Namjoon to be that forward with his assumptions about you. And the fact that he was actively warning Jungkook off from you was more hurtful than it made you angry.

You expected the anger to come. Waiting to feel red rage and wanting to march into their room to confront Namjoon's accusations. But you couldn't. Not when you knew that they weren't without credence. They'd been living in a place where their sole purpose was to be with people until they didn't want them anymore. But they were never given a chance to fulfil their duties. being holed up in a clinical facility, awaiting their fate that was not a warm home. Definitely not what you were providing and maybe that was a still too unbelievable for them. It was for Namjoon and that much was obvious. But even the reminder of that is not enough to propel the hurt out of your chest cavity that was taking root. 

Swelling up until you felt physically ill. Your strong reaction was foreign to you as well. The thought of losing the two newcomers in your life proving to be a little too much. Even if it was only imagined. How were you going to really make Namjoon believe the you were in this for the long run? Bracing yourself against the countertop, you try to keep yourself grounded. Telling yourself again and again that it was still quite early on in your quest to build a safe, loving relationship with the two boys. That it was perfectly normal for Namjoon to feel the way he does. Then why did it hurt so much? 

a/n: pls tell me what you think!!! I have more written so I'll try and make the next chapter a little more romantic hehehehe. 

[stormblessed95]

Hey stormblessed!

Love your blog as per usual. I’ve noticed you’ve gotten a lot of asks from taekook supporters

I know you don’t have a ticket to their thoughts but I have to wonder.

Why is jikook competition for taekook?

Or is it that they spam anons of all other v or jk related ships?

I’m not really a shipper so I don’t get it. If I was to rank terms of possibilities of who could be in a relationship (besides Jikook) then so many other ships would have more of a likelihood:

Vmin, taejin or even idk hopekook lol. Is it because both Tae and jk are heavy on staring and skinship? (JK with his fond eyes and Tae with bedroom eyes)

I don’t want to even be that person, but I also don’t understand why jkkers are confused by taekook?

They’re friends and love each other. They’ve also lived together so just like all of BTS, have little boundaries in regards to touching.

Like hobi can be all up kissing JK’s neck and if Tae does it every jkker is questioning their life choices.

Like relax, the possibility that two members of BTS will date the same person is extremely extremely low…….so either one ship is real or none is real, and honestly it isn’t taekook

Like listen to Tae please, taekook being in a relationship is a fantasy created by shippers…and he knows that.

So unless you get a GCF in Tae & a Rosebowl in Tae & MMA 2018 in Tae…..then I really don’t see why you can’t sit back and relax and enjoy the guys being their cute, loving, cuddly, flirty friends.

Hi 💜💜 I know we've talked before about how stupidly big my masterlist is. Lol but I've definitely talked about some of this before too! I'll link those posts for you 🥰 tkkrs have always had the biggest and most vocal problems with jikook. But lately I've seen them really start going after vminnies and taejinnies too. Which are arguably the 3 biggest ships outside of taekook for Tae and JK to be in. It's a being threatened thing, and underlying need to be right and "win" and prove everyone wrong I'm sure. But it's madness. I've seen jkkrs do it too sometimes, going to other ships blogs and listing reasons why their ship is more real. I've had vminnies up in my ask box before. I've had JinMinners and Jinkookers and Namkookers and Minimonists and Yoonminners. Lol every ship has its bad apples for sure.

Some of my previous posts you might find interesting if you haven't seen them yet is this one over ship wars:

This one over the difference between platonic and romantic skinship:

This one about the double standard of shipping where KM and the general fandom is involved:

This one about shipping culture in general:

This one about TKK being the most popular/prevelant ship

Tkkrs Mentality when it comes to "shipping moments" don't have to be in their head when they invite you in by commenting in jkkr spaces lol

Taekookers ARE constantly in my inbox, this was a decent one though lol

Jikookers seem to get insecure about tkk because their shippers are so loud and can be hard to ignore at times. It makes no sense, but jkkrs truly are just as obsessed with them as they are with us and it NEEDS to stop. Like truly. Yall, LET IT GO. And enjoy the bonds for what they are, not whatever shippers are spouting off. Speak your own truth, not someone else's.

My posts over that topic are more here. Like with this post about taekook vs taekookers

They way people jump into my inbox full of worry at taekook interactions when vmin can be all over each other and jkkrs won't blink an eye makes me wanna smack sense into a few of yall for real. These posts over vminkook in muster and the vminkook LA vlive sum that up nicely.

Hope that helps some! Honestly it all drives me crazy too. Im really just here wanting to vibe with all the content I'm given and enjoy it. Lol everyone needs to breathe a collective sigh and know most things are not that serious and friends can be friendly without it taking away from any other relationships. It's not Pi, moments for one does not detract from moments for another.

[jjungkookislife]

Curiosity

↬ pairing: namkook x reader 

↬ genre: smut 18+, LMHT

↬ summary: Jungkook is curious about your new toy, so you show him how it works.

↬ wc: 4.9k

↬ warnings: not in order; threesome (fmm), cursing, poly-relationship, fuck machine, dildo, oral sex (f&m), unprotected and protected sex, noona kink (tiny),  switch!jungkook, softdom!joon, sexting (i.e. videos/pictures), slight voyeurism, masturbation (f and m),  pet names, dirty talk, hair pulling, marking (hickeys), fingering (f&m), manhandling, creampie, choking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms

↬ date: October 22, 2020

Jungkook had been the first to get home that night, exhausted from a shoot he had to do. He had called Namjoon earlier on his way home. His boyfriend had been doing a Vlive and would hopefully be home not too long after. Jungkook just wanted to have a hot shower then cuddle with you and Joon. He’d been working a lot lately and had seen little of the two of you. He was hoping tonight would change that.

After hanging up the phone, Jungkook sent you a quick text to confirm you were indeed home. It had been amazing having you living with them, not that you spent much time in your apartment anyway, but at least now, he could see you every night when he’d get home.

The moment Jungkook steps into the dorm, he’s kicking off his shoes, not caring where they land as he beelines it to Namjoon’s bedroom.

“Noona!” he greets you with a wide grin, startling you as you jump back in surprise. You splay your palm over your chest, your heart racing from the fright.

“Kookie!” you scream, as he apologizes before he kisses your cheek and runs to the bathroom to shower quickly. You giggle, taking your shirt off before he gets back, your lingerie on display. You wonder if he’ll like it?

You get off the bed, moving to the fuck machine to set it up before Jungkook gets back. You set your phone and ring light up, making sure the lighting is perfect for you when you start filming for Namjoon in hopes that he’ll come home from work faster.

“Noona, what is that?” Jungkook’s eyes are wide with surprise as he sees the machine, a dildo attached to it.

You look away, embarrassed, “it’s a gift from Joon.”

“Have you used it already? What is it?” Jungkook circles the machine, curious.

“Yes, I’ve used it. Joon showed me. He said it was for me to use when you go on tour. It’s a sex machine,” you state, a tinge of embarrassment evident in your tone.

Jungkook is bewildered, studying every inch of it, his hair falling into his eyes, his teal highlights clinging to his face as his wet hair drips down his bareback. Water drops falling into the band of his Calvin Klein boxers.

“Can you show me how it works?” Jungkook asks as he circles around it one more time, his eyes meeting yours.

You squirm under his dark gaze, nodding.

You have him take a seat in Namjoon’s chair, straddling him as his hands run over the length of your body, his lips meeting yours. You can’t get enough of your boyfriend, you would never get enough, you realize as you grind down on him, his lips sparking a fire within you. His name rolls off your tongue in a saccharine moan that has you tugging on his long locks.

“Jungkook,” you moan again, his lips marking your neck, nipping on a certain spot that has your pussy pulsing.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Jungkook grunts as your hand slips into his boxers, wrapping around his hard cock.

“Kookie.” you moan as his lips move lower, his tongue licking your pert nipple through the pink lace material covering your breasts.

“Yes, love?”

“Let me show you what the machine does,” you remind him. He ruefully lets you go after stealing a kiss from your lips.

Jungkook watches you with eager eyes, following your every move as you climb on the bed, arching your back more than necessary. Jungkook groans, hand in his boxers, stroking his hard cock.

“Tease,” he whines as his head lolls back, wanting nothing more than to have you wrapped around his dick.

You smirk, shaking your ass for him. Jungkook almost leaves the chair but remains sitting as you get on your knees, your hands cupping your breasts. You shake your hair until it sits over one shoulder, the thin straps of your lingerie falling over your shoulder.

“Please,” Jungkook pleads, but you shake your head as you pull the strap back onto your shoulder, grinning.

“All in due time, baby,” Jungkook nods, a pout on his lips that quickly disappears when the machine is turned on.

“Holy fuck?!” Jungkook's eyes widen to quadruple their size as he watches the dildo begin to piston forward. “Hyung bought you this?!”

You nod, slowing the machine to wrap your lips around the dildo. Jungkook stares in awe, his cock throbbing in his boxers.

“Fuck, baby…”

“Oh? I’m baby now? I’m not noona anymore?” You ask, pulling off the fake cock with a smirk.

“No, not while you’ve got that cock about to fuck your throat. Now open up and take it.”

You maintain eye contact, the dildo slowly fucking your mouth, your saliva dripping from your lips. Jungkook is tugging his boxers off, legs spread as he jerks his cock, pre-cum dribbling freely to aid him in his task.

“Jungkook…” your voice is muffled by the dildo.

“No, don’t try to speak. The only thing I want to hear is you gagging on that fake cock. Look at you! Drooling all over it as if it were real.” Jungkook licks his lips as he watches you for a moment, his cock throbbing in his hand.

“I’m going to speed it up, okay? Dig your nails into my thigh if you want me to stop. Tap my thigh twice if you want to continue. Understood?” Jungkook asks as he gets on the bed. You tap his thigh twice. Jungkook grins, speeding up the machine and watching in amazement as your throat bulges, your gagging growing louder as tears run down your cheeks.

Jungkook bites his bottom lip, admiring you.

“Good girl,” he praises you. “Look at you, taking cock so well. Your throat’s just taking a beating, isn’t it? To think, Namjoon kept this all to himself.”

You can’t speak. Your mouth occupied as his hands caress your body, pushing your hair out of your face before speeding up the machine once again.

“I’ve never loved Joon more than in this moment,” he curses, hand stroking his cock as he watches you for a few minutes. You use one hand to support your weight as you lean forward to take more of the dildo. You watch Jungkook, your other hand moving down your body until you’re pushing the lace out of the way. Your wet pussy greets your fingertips, coating them generously before rubbing your clit in slow, torturous circles.

The dildo muffles your moans, your mouth widening further as you inhale through your nose and tears prick the corners of your eyes.

Jungkook rises from the bed, licking his lips as you follow him with your gaze. He turns on your phone camera before walking over to the machine; he looks at you with a raised brow. You move your hand away from between your thighs, giving him a thumbs up. He speeds up the machine, your throat feeling the brunt of it.

Jungkook can’t believe the way your throat bulges, tears streaming down your cheeks as you allow the dildo to fuck your throat. He makes sure to get every angle, ignoring the throbbing of his erection as he climbs further on the bed beside you. One of his hands holds his phone, the other wanders between your thighs, pushing the lace panties out of the way. He’s not surprised to see they’re soaked through and ruined as his fingertips rub your wet folds. You arch your back further, your arms trembling as you try to keep your balance.

“Look at the mess you’ve made,” Jungkook states, your arousal smeared on your thighs as he wraps his hand around his cock. A moan of your name tumbles from his lips, his head falling back as he spreads his knees further apart. You stop the machine to look at him over your shoulder. His head is thrown back, eyes shut, lips parted as soft moans escape him and his hips rising and falling as he humps the air.

“Kook,” you call for him, his eyes peering open one at a time, a shy smile on his lips.

“Yes, baby?”

“Touch me,” you say as you tug your panties down your thighs, unclipping your bra right after. Jungkook admires your naked body, his phone capturing every moment of you running your hands over your body. You squeeze your tits, moaning as your fingers brush over your sensitive nipples, your back arching off the bed as one hand cups your breast, the other slides between your thighs. Jungkook is salivating, his pretty doe eyes fixated on your wet cunt, your fingers pushing into you as his name rolls off his tongue.

Jungkook stops recording, tossing his phone off to the side on the bed. “That’s it, baby. Fuck yourself on your fingers for me.”

“Jungkook,” you gasp, but he just chuckles, shaking his hair out of his eyes.

“Just like that, baby. You’re so good for me, aren’t you?” Jungkook asks, his fingertips brushing your thigh. His touch has you craving more, but Jungkook moves his hand off you. “Keep fucking yourself for me.”

You do as you’re told as Jungkook slots himself between your thighs. You wish you could be embarrassed, but after being with all your boyfriends, having one of them this up close and personal while you touched yourself wasn’t anything new.

Jungkook’s fixated on the way your slick fingers push in and out of your pussy, his tongue peeking from between his lips as he inches closer. His hand covers yours, moving it out of the way as he takes your wet fingers into his mouth to suck them clean. You pout, wanting some sort of relief, but you know it’ll come in due time, especially if he’s already between your thighs.

“So pretty,” Jungkook muses, his tongue licking up your folds. You sigh in relief, glad he’s not going to tease you like you had originally thought. Jungkook had planned on teasing you, on drawing it out until you were begging for him to eat you out, but once he saw how wet you were, he couldn’t wait any longer. His hand reaches up to grab your breast, fingers rolling your nipple while he flicks his tongue on your clit. You moan, ecstatic to finally have some stimulation on your clit.

Jungkook says nothing else as he dives in, your arousal coating his tongue as his tattooed fingers push into you.

“Oh fuck,” you curse, your hand tangling in his hair, holding him in place as you drape your legs over his broad shoulders. Jungkook moans, pulling you closer to his face as he buries his tongue inside you.

Your hips rise off the bed, your grip on his hair never faltering as you fuck his face. Jungkook groans, his cock throbbing as he humps the mattress. He wants to hold out, wants to watch you come undone before he buries his cock deep inside you.

“Kook, please,” you cry, arching your back. Your eyes flutter shut, your thighs squeezing his head as you beg him to make you cum. Jungkook ignores your pleas, gripping you tighter in his hands.

“Looks like the two of you have been busy while I’ve been away.” You open your eyes, seeing Namjoon leaning against the doorframe. Jungkook doesn’t stop his ministrations but hums in response.

Namjoon takes a seat beside Jungkook, his hand reaching out to stroke your cheek, “does it feel good, baby?”

“Yes.” you breathe as his thumb runs along your bottom lip before he pushes it into your mouth. You suck it, your eyes on him as you wrap your tongue around it.

“Did you show him your new toy?” Namjoon asks, head tilting in the direction of your fuck machine.

“I did,” you answer, kissing his thumb before he takes it out of your mouth. “Oh fuck, Jungkook!”

Namjoon smirks, he leans forward, his tongue flicking against your hard nipple. You moan, loving the feel of his lips licking and sucking on your nipple.

“Make her cum on your tongue, Kook.” Namjoon instructs Jungkook doesn’t answer as he does as he’s told. You writhe beneath him, your hands gripping both of your boyfriends. Jungkook’s tongue is working diligently to get you off, his fingers curling inside you as Namjoon kisses you. He caresses your face, his tongue pushing past the seam of your lips, swallowing each of your dulcet moans.

Your hands grip Namjoon’s shirt, tugging it until he’s pulling away from you to take it off. Jungkook can feel you tightening around his fingers. He notices the way your breathing has grown ragged.

Namjoon kisses you once again, his hand cupping your breast.

“Cum for Jungkook, baby. Cum for him so he can bury his cock inside you. You want that, don’t you? Want to feel him stretch your cunt out? Want him to fuck you until you’re sore?”

“Joon,” you gasp, back arching.

“Moan for Kookie. Moan for him, love. Cum on his tongue for me.”

“Fuck, fuck,” your moans grow louder and louder as you feel yourself fall over the edge. Jungkook’s name rolls off your tongue, your hand gripping his hair tightly as you finally let go for him. He moans in appreciation, licking up your release eagerly.

Namjoon taps Jungkook to get him to stop as your legs fall limp on the bed. Jungkook smiles proudly as he kisses his way up your body, still slotted between your thighs as he brushes his lips against yours before turning to kiss Namjoon.

“Missed you,” he murmurs as he climbs over you to get to Namjoon. You scoot over on the bed to give them room as you take a second to catch your breath.

Jungkook cups Namjoon’s face, bringing him closer as he kisses him. Namjoon kisses him back, setting the pace as his hands grab the younger man’s waist to pull him onto his lap.

“I missed you too. I’m glad you called me earlier,” Namjoon whispers, making Jungkook blush as he buries his face in the elder’s neck. Namjoon grunts when Jungkook kisses his neck, nipping at the flesh until a small mark forms, and Jungkook kisses his way back to his lips.

“Why don’t you try y/n’s new toy? I’m sure she won’t mind sharing.” Namjoon looks at you, brow raised. You shake your head, “Kookie can use it.”

Namjoon grins, looking at his boyfriend. Jungkook looks at the fuck machine with wide eyes.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Namjoon assures him, but Jungkook shakes his head, assuring you both that he wants to give it a go.

Namjoon slows the machine down, raising a brow at you, “I see you’ve been practicing.”

“Somewhat,” you respond with a shrug before giggling.

“You ready, baby?” Namjoon asks Jungkook, who nods and answers verbally with a yes.

“Y/n, why don’t you get under him and suck his cock?” Namjoon suggests and you immediately look at Jungkook, who verbally consents before you settle between his legs.

You suck his cock right away, slurping loudly as you take him in your mouth. Jungkook moans, eyes squeezing shut as his lips wrap around the dildo.

“Fuck,” Namjoon breathes as he watches his boyfriend get fucked with a dildo. Jungkook is fucked out of his mind, taking a dildo down his throat while his cock fucks into yours. He’s on Cloud 9, his thighs trembling slightly as pleasure flushes through his body.

“Feel good, babe?” Namjoon checks in, waiting for Jungkook to respond. Jungkook gives a thumbs up.

Namjoon watches as Jungkook’s throat bulges slightly, licking his lips as he strokes his cock.

Jungkook grunts, tears pricking at his eyes as the machine speeds up slightly. He’s overwhelmed with pleasure, loving every second as saliva runs down his chin. He’s sure he must look a mess, but he doesn’t give a single fuck when he hears Namjoon moaning his name while his hand is wrapped around his cock.

Namjoon repositions you, so your legs are facing him. He spreads them, licking his lips when he sees you dripping with arousal.

“Fuck, you two don’t waste time…” Namjoon trails off as Jungkook gags around the dildo. Namjoon is quick to shut the machine off, moving Jungkook to the side to see tears running down his cheeks to mix with the saliva on his lips and chin.

“Come here baby boy,” Namjoon coos at his boyfriend, wiping away the tears with his thumbs. Jungkook’s eyes are soft and glistening with tears as Namjoon kisses his cheeks, forehead, eyes, nose and finally his lips. “You did so well. Why don’t you lay beside y/n and let me take care of you both?”

Jungkook nods, smiling sheepishly as he lies beside you, your arms wrapped around him immediately to cuddle him. He breathes in your scent, humming happily as you cover his face in kisses as Namjoon watched you both, a soft smile on his lips.

“I love you,” Namjoon states in a gentle tone as he kisses each of you before you kiss Jungkook as Namjoon trails kisses down your body.

Jungkook gasps when his boyfriend’s hand wraps around his cock, stroking it while his lips are still kissing their way down your heated flesh.

The symphony of moans you two produce at his hands is euphoric. Namjoon is eager to have you both wailing and writhing beneath him.

His tongue traces your navel before he spreads your thighs, licking his lips when he sees how wet you’ve become.

“Such a good girl for me,” Namjoon praises you. “Sharing your toys and now spreading your legs to show me how wet you are.”

You flush with heat, looking at Jungkook, who is sitting up resting on his elbow to look between your thighs.

He too licks his lips, not noticing that Namjoon’s hand is no longer stroking his cock.

Both men are focused on you. Jungkook nuzzling his face into your neck as Namjoon settled between your thighs to give your cunt a taste.

You shiver, gripping your boyfriend’s hair tightly. Namjoon grunts in response, his tongue flicking your clit as Jungkook kisses his way down your neck to your breasts. You arch into him when his warm mouth wraps around a hard nipple, his teeth tugging on it gently.

“Fuck,” you breathe, your hand tangled in his hair as the other tangles in Namjoon’s. Both men moan. The three of you lose yourselves to touches, moans, and sensations that have your eyes rolling back.

Namjoon can never get enough of you. He’d gladly stay buried between your thighs until you’re begging him to stop. He’d also be glad to have Jungkook’s cock down his throat, but he’s not picky. He just wants to please his partners.

You gasp, back arching as you fist Namjoon’s hair. He grunts, cock rutting against the mattress. He knows you're close. He can feel it in the way your thighs tremble beneath his palms. He can hear it in your breath as it hitches, moans rising in octaves as your eyes flutter shut and his name spills from your lips.

Jungkook smirks, lips suckling your tits harder, his tongue teasing your nipples as you cry out for them.

“Cum for us, baby. Cum on Joonie’s tongue,” Jungkook’s deep tone has you melting into a puddle as you do just that.

“Such a good girl.”

Namjoon sits up, licking his lips once you’ve come down. Jungkook grabs him by the neck, pulling him into a kiss, aching to taste you on his tongue. You watch on in amazement, wondering how lucky you were to have them both.

Namjoon kisses his way down Jungkook’s jaw to his neck. The younger man sighs heavenly, his hands gripping his boyfriend’s thick biceps as Namjoon pushes him down onto the bed.

Namjoon doesn’t waste time trailing kisses down Jungkook’s body, marking him as he goes. You move toward Jungkook, kissing him. Jungkook is eager to kiss you, his hand cupping your face.

“Fuck,” he curses. His head falls back into the pillows; lips parted.

You smirk when you make eye contact with Namjoon, whose lips are wrapped around Jungkook’s thick cock.

Jungkook’s airy moans have you clenching around nothing as Namjoon bobs up and down his cock. Jungkook whimpers, holding you close as he muffles his cries by pressing his lips against your skin. His hand roams your body, spreading your thighs to push two of his fingers into you. You moan his name, looking down at him. He grins mischievously as he fingers you while Namjoon sucks him off.

“Want to fuck you with hyung,” he grunts, eyes shut as his cock hits the back of Namjoon’s throat. “Fuck!”

You moan, his thumb rubbing your clit as his lips find yours once again. You want him, both of them, desperately. You want to be filled, utterly stuffed, with their cocks. You want them to fill you with cum until it’s leaking down your thighs, staining your sheets beyond repair.

“Namjoon, fuck!” Jungkook loses himself as Joon deep throats him. You grope your tits, your other hand moving between your thighs to rub your clit. You moan, watching them as Namjoon spits on Kook’s cock, his tongue laving at it after. Jungkook nearly loses his soul when Joon takes his balls into his mouth.

“Feel good?” you ask in a teasing tone. Jungkook tries to form words, but his efforts fall short as he groans, raising his hips before Namjoon growls and holds him down.

Jungkook whines, wanting to feel Joon’s throat once again. Namjoon teasingly licks at the head, sucking on the prominent vein underneath; Jungkook swears he sees stars.

Namjoon rises, licking his lips, “Y/n, hands and knees facing the headboard.”

You follow his command as he gets off the bed, opening a drawer and taking out lube and a condom.

Jungkook grunts, catching himself as Namjoon manhandles him onto his hands and knees. Jungkook’s large palm is on your back, fixing your arch before you feel his fiery tongue on your wet cunt.

“Fuck,” you bite your lip, hips moving. Jungkook chuckles, swirling his tongue before pushing it into you. A gasp escapes him, feeling Namjoon’s fingers dance down his spine.

“How lucky am I to have the both of you all to myself today?” Namjoon licks his lips, his index finger teasing Jungkook’s entrance. A soft whine leaves Jungkook’s pouty lips, halting his movements. You arch further, trying to tempt him.

“Please,” you and Jungkook whisper in unison. Namjoon smiles, shaking his head as he has Jungkook begins to eat you out. You moan softly, growing louder when his tongue flicks your clit. His fingers push into you, curling inside you just as Namjoon does the same to him. Jungkook’s breathing grows ragged. Sweet moans fill the room as Namjoon stretches him.

Soft whimpers escape your long-haired boyfriend.

“Hyung!” he rasps, eyes fluttering shut. Namjoon licks his lips, loving how Jungkook has become so needy, bucking his hips and arching further.

“What a good baby boy,” Namjoon smirks, pushing in a second finger. Jungkook shudders, cursing and whining while your hand finds itself between your thighs, rubbing your clit.

“Jungkook,” you call, drawing his attention. He mutters an apology, his fingers resuming their ministrations as his tongue joins in a second later.

His moans mix with yours, a deep, guttural groan escaping him minutes later. His eyes roll to the back of his head, his hair falling over his eyes.

“Joon,” he whimpers, biting his lip. Namjoon kisses his shoulder, whispering sweet words as he pushes more of his cock into him.

“You’re doing so well, baby boy. You always take my cock well, don’t you? Such a good boy for me… for us.” Jungkook keens at the praise, grunting as Namjoon bottoms out. Jungkook feels like he's in heaven as pleasure courses through his veins. His moans are soft but grow louder as he adjusts to Namjoon.

“Good boy, Kookie. Why don’t you fuck our baby girl, huh? I’m sure she’d love that, wouldn’t you, Y/n?” Namjoon asks and you eagerly answer him by frantically nodding your head.

“See? She wants to be wrapped around your thick cock,” Namjoon states as his hand wraps around Jungkook’s cock, jerking it enough to make the younger man tremble.

Jungkook is breathless; stars in his eyes as he allows his boyfriend to line his cock up at your entrance. You sigh in content, biting your lip as Jungkook’s cock pushes into you.

Your walls hug him tight, refusing to release him. Jungkook is overwhelmed with pleasure, unable to do much more than grunt and utter some broken cry of your name and Namjoon’s.

Jungkook’s thrusts are rather sloppy, but given the way Namjoon is railing into him, it’s understandable. His lips find your shoulder, soft kisses pressed on your skin before he moans. You whimper at the sound, aroused beyond belief as more dulcet moans escape him.

“That’s it, baby boy,” Namjoon groans, shaking his hair out of his eyes as he fucks into Jungkook faster. Lewd noises fill the room, and soon you’re not sure who is the loudest.

Jungkook grips your hips, caressing your body and leaving his marks on your skin. His fingers find your clit, rubbing it in figure eights as your hips meet each of his thrusts. Namjoon curses, his hand embedded in Jungkook’s thick hair, turning him to kiss him. The kiss is rough, all teeth and tongue and muffled moans.

“Joon!” Jungkook gasps, his eyes rolling back as he cums unexpectedly. You groan, feeling spurt after spurt of his cum filling you. His fingers don’t stop, and neither do his thrusts. You’re right at the edge, tumbling into an orgasm shortly after. His name rolls off your tongue as you grip the sheets beneath you as he fucks you through your orgasm.

“Jung-kook! Baby!” You cry again, collapsing face first into your pillow. Jungkook pulls out of you as Namjoon slows his thrusts enough for him to do so. You remain arched with your ass in the air as you can only hear the sound of your boyfriends fucking.

“Look at you taking my cock so well. You’re just my needy baby, aren’t you? You like the way my cock stretches you out and makes you cry, Jungkookie?” Namjoon licks his lips, his hand gripping Jungkook’s chin. Jungkook shakes his hair out of his eyes, nodding in response as he looks at his boyfriend over his right shoulder.

“Y-yes,” the shy boy stutters, his doe eyes glowing as he’s rewarded with a kiss. Jungkook sighs heavenly, his heart fluttering in his chest.

Namjoon smiles, dimples on display. He’s a softy for his boyfriend, always has been and always will be. As the two continue to kiss, Namjoon thrusts languidly into him, going in deep and grinding against Jungkook’s pert ass.

Namjoon nips Jungkook’s neck, leaving a small mark. His tongue traces over it after, making Jungkook shudder as his eyes close shut.

“Joonie,” Jungkook whines, euphoria coursing through his veins. Namjoon chuckles, his hand wrapping around the younger’s throat, squeezing the sides. Jungkook curses, his hand overlapping Namjoon’s.

Jungkook’s hips meet each of Namjoon’s thrusts as they grow sloppier, but penetrate deeper. Jungkook’s cock twitches, already half-hard again, he’s sure he’ll cum.

Namjoon wraps his other hand around Jungkook, jerking his cock as he cries out. His sensitivity overwhelming him, but Joon’s soft words coax him along with his plush lips on his sensitive neck.

“Almost there,” Namjoon whispers, grunting as his teeth tug on Kook’s earlobe. Jungkook nods, his stomach tightening as Namjoon continues to stroke his cock.

“Fuck… please,” you hear Jungkook beg, biting his lip as his eyes squeeze shut and a high-pitched cry of Namjoon’s name escapes him. Namjoon groans, curses, and fucks Jungkook through his own orgasm, feeling the heat of Jungkook’s cum on his fingers.

Moans and groans escape their lips, followed by heavy pants and soft, wet kisses. You roll over onto your back, coming face-to-face with a satiated Jungkook. You run your fingers through his hair, his face nuzzling your hand when it brushes his cheek.

Namjoon gets out of the bed to dispose of the condom and gets himself cleaned up before joining the both of you. He cleans up Jungkook first before helping you. You hold Jungkook in your arms, his head resting between your breasts as your fingers card through his hair.

Namjoon curls up behind him, his arm draping over the both of you. He kissed the top of Jungkook’s head before he kissed your lips. Jungkook grins, tired but welcoming the love and affection he’s receiving from the two of you.

“I love you,” he murmurs sleepily as he tries to muffle a yawn but fails. Namjoon strokes his back, asking if he’s okay or if he’d like him to get some water. Jungkook shakes his head, “stay. I don’t want you to leave me.”

Namjoon nods, assuring him that he won’t be going anywhere. Jungkook nods, wiggling further into Namjoon.

“I love you both,” you say, your hand continuing to stroke Jungkook’s hair. Namjoon repeats your words, yawning after.

“Long day?” you ask them, and they nod as Namjoon wraps his arm securely around Jungkook’s slim waist.

A warm smile appears on your lips, your heart fluttering at the sight of your boyfriends wrapped up in each other after a long day at work. You’re so in love with them just as they are with you, and the fact is enough to fill you with warmth.

“Sleep, my loves. I’ll be right here.” You stroke Jungkook’s hair one last time and then stroke Namjoon’s. Both men close their eyes, cuddling each other and murmuring ‘I love you’s.’

“I’ll be right here.”

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[gukyi]

please recommend some fanfics on ao3

anonymous asked: Omg could u rec some of ur fav ao3 fics?

yes ofc!! please keep in mind that these are all MXM fics so if that is not your cup of tea, then pls keep moving !! and just an fyi--even though i read mxm does not mean i "ship" any of the members together, i just enjoy reading MLM fics and i don't treat any of the boys as actually... dating.... irl.... just because i like them!

here comes the sun (yoonkook) by fruitily

ring the changes (vmin) by kaythebest

rough hands (jikook) by jonghyunslisterine

got a kiss (with your name on it) (taekook) by orphan account

if you love me won't you say something (yoonkook) by 777335

same damn hunger (yoonseok) by orphan account

we'd be good, we'd be great (taekook) by orphan account

shake bend and break (yoonkook) by ameliabedelias

everything moves on (namjin) by fruitily

twenty-four (yoonkook) by fruitily

refrigerator humming, chewing gum and instant karma (taekook) by locks

years since you've been here (namkook) by ameliabedelias

help me hold onto you (vmin) by brightlight

fever started long ago (taekook) by thestarsabove

[namstruck]

HOT AND COLD｜NAMKOOK

REQUESTED BY: -rabbiteeth (wattpad)

“where jungkook and namjoon are roommates and their air conditioner breaks in early august, the heat getting to both of the horny boys and eventually one thing leads to another,”

WARNINGS; sub! jk, dom! joon!! non-idols! teasing!! oral! etc.

WORD COUNT: 1590

brvvrrr

the white mini fan spins around, flapping namjoon's research paper when it comes around to his desk. surprisingly, it wasn't even remotely cooling him down and it was far too hot that it couldn't possibly be controlled. so of course he was too naive to believe that tiny fan could work, even just a little. he harshly erases something on one of the papers, almost tearing it from frustration. sighing, he opens the folder containing his essays on his computer and continues with his draft.

he wondered what the point of them was anyways, there was too many that at this point, with the heat too, he wanted to sleep it off and take a zero. but of course his big brain would say otherwise and would continue on with them. what he needed was a break, he had been at it for hours without stopping, so he felt he deserved resting at least a little bit. but at the same time he was suddenly aroused, maybe it was due to the heat or maybe he was overly stressed. yet he again just wanted to sleep it off, so looking over to his side and spotting his small twin bed he can't help but stand up from his black rolling chair and letting his heavy body hit the soft mattress with a soft thud. his eyes close by themselves, his breathing slowed down.

"aghh!"

namjoon's eyes shot open. of course jungkook was streaming as usual, why wasn't he surprised. he sits up, rubbing his tired, puffy eyes, the heat too was making him sweat, making it uncomfortable to sleep in, so the idea of resting was a big no no for now.

namjoon stands up deciding to go get a cold beverage. once at the fridge, he grabs two cold beers from the bottom drawer as he scratches his chest on top of his black, cotton tank top. he closes the door to the fridge and cracks open one of the cans, the other for his roommate. as he reaches the younger's room he could hear all the sound effects from his game and he himself talking. turning the door knob he could now see the chaos the streamer was in, namjoon sighs.

the older hands the shirtless younger his own can but taps it on his bare skin when he wasn't acknowledged, making jungkook jump from the coldness.

"oh hey," he slightly looks at his side and receives the can of beer from namjoon, "thanks." namjoon hums a response and takes a seat on the corner of jungkook's bed, watching him play. he watched as he jerked here and there as a power move adding to his mouse and keys, often taking a sip of his can, his back muscles flexing and sweat building on his forehead making his hair stick.

namjoon wasn't gonna lie; shit was making him horny again. the excitement and imagination of the younger beneath him, taking him all as cum built on his firm, built and exposed abdomen. his face blushed and lips swollen as he's moaning his name telling him to go deeper. namjoon lets out a shaky breath, his gym shorts tightening up from being half hard and from trying his best not to rub himself right now. feeling himself get harder by the second, he lets his lust get the best of him.

jungkook pressing hard on his keyboard, didn't hear or even see when namjoon got up from the bed and bent down near him. in the corner of his eye he could see him eventually, but thought he had dropped something until he felt his sweatpants being pulled down from the hem. startled, he removed his gaming headphones and instantly asked what the older was doing as he covered his mic. namjoon, on the other hand, just ignored him and continued, pulling down the grey sweats, seeing as he had no underwear underneath and taking out jungkook's limp cock and gradually making it harder when he began stroking it with his soft palm.

he then kitten licked the tip, making jungkook hiss from the sensation as he felt him run his tongue on his shaft. eventually, namjoon opened his mouth and made it wide enough to takes the precum-dripping cock in his mouth, rubbing it on his bumpy pallet and bobbing his head and slowly moving back and forth. the warmth felt good in his mouth, as well as the view from above. he was making the younger feel good too with his sloppy intake; maybe a little too good. jungkook tugged on his hair, pushing himself deeper into namjoon making it a fellatio.

namjoon, almost in ecstasy, rolls his eyes back from the pleasure of feeling him deeper. the groans and grunts coming from his roommate signified he was close to cumming, and after a few more thrusts he releases into his mouth, pushing himself some more to ride off his high. namjoon takes him out, his lips running on his base and kissing his tip again, and opens his wide to show off jungkook's mess. seeing his juices inside his wet mouth and tongue was erotic to the younger.

maybe it was lust or the alcohol or the heat making them both feel like this, but either way jungkook wanted more. namjoon stands up and kisses the boy, his kiss filled with sloppiness and making the boy shake. moaning into the kiss, jungkook reaches to take off the older's gym shorts only to have his hands pushed away.

"what's wrong? are you that desperate already?"

jungkook whines, bucking his hips up as his hard length feels the air. namjoon runs his fingers from his bare chest and slowly down near his member, yearning to tease him until he begged for it. but as much as he was tempted he also wanted it as much as he did. namjoon kisses his sweet lips again, this time deeper and more passionate, and bites down onto his shoulder leaving it bruised and marked with the imprint of his teeth. the younger's back arches from the pain with a quiet yelp following.

namjoon takes this time to remove the whiny bottom's sweats, leaving them to hang on the end of one of his legs as he teased at his entrance. jungkook couldn't help but whimper as he felt sensitive, both their bodies heating up. the amount of sweat that freshened the air had both roommates touching each other's cool bodies, yearning to rub on one another.

—

"do you like it when i tease you down here?" namjoon twists his wrists, hitting jungkook's certain spot, "curling my fingers in your tight hole, you begging for it like a bitch in heat?" the younger mewls as he gets penetrated faster and feeling himself cum on the three long digits. he huffs out a small whine from sensitivity, the chair sticking to his back from the sweat. grabbing his right thigh, namjoon centers himself with jungkook and gently rubs on him, sliding in easily and carefully.

the younger grips on the head of the chair, his knuckles turning white as he heard namjoon lowly groan as he's taking him in deeper. once in, the older slowly slides out and in teasingly until he starts making a rhythm and picking up his pace. skin against skin and leather being rubbed against echoed.

namjoon curses as jungkook reaches up and kissed and bit his lower lip, his abdomen already had a puddle of precum. and just how the older had imagined, jungkook was becoming a mess underneath him, flushed face, swollen lips and calling out his name as he swallowed him whole. as they both spilled out white ribbons of cum, namjoon tugged on the bottom's hand, leading and pushing him onto his mattress.

as jungkook laid on his chest, ass up and centered with namjoon's once again hard length, he shivers when the older spreads his cheeks and stretches his cum-filled, aching hole. and once again namjoon starts working on and pounding into the overstimulated baby, making him cry and whine cutely. he hated admitting how overly sensitive he was, but it just felt too damn good that it almost hurt when he tried holding back.

his head rests on top one of his lower arms as he hiccuped, gripping the sheets as he felt bites and wet kisses on his back. namjoon pushes the bottom's head into the mattress, thrusting hard and deep at and angle watching him cry and scream in ecstasy as he then gripped his locks, making his back lean onto his own chest. he moans into his as the heat increased, the knots in their chest and stomach building. the older pumps him a couple times. jungkook crying out a cute 'i'm cumming' as he watched namjoon kiss the back of his neck and the side in bliss.

jungkook's body drops, still in position, showing all the cum spilling and dripping out of him. panting tiredly, he turns his body around and passes out from exhaustion and the immense heat.

—

"maybe next time you should turn off your mic.." jungkook's ears flush red at the comment from his gamer friend.

oops.

[jinniesmoonwrites]

Hi everyone!

I got locked out of my previous account so i created a new one.

I would really apreciate some shares <3

I’m Eva, 21 and i write fanfiction on ao3! 

https://archiveofourown.org/users/JINNIESM00N

I do multiple pairings, but my main is Taejin (i’ve also already writen jinkook, vhope, sope and namkook; i also am currently writing multiple Taejin one-shots and a vmon series!

If that sounds like something that interests you feel free to follow me and i’ll follow back !!

I would also love to meet other writers !!

[bulletproofscales]

the realest of selves

this is the namkook fic i told yall i was working on, the birthday friend already recived it so i thougth id post it! its not feederism and its very fluffy. hope you enjoy!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28723872/chapters/70426767

9/9 chapters 6.4 words

tags: established relationship, misunderstandings, fluff, happy ending

the one where jungkook falls in love again through namjoon’s poems, without knowing its him

Moma Muji.

That's the brand of the notebook Jungkook has in his hands… or, hand actually. It's rather small.

Must be passport sized.

He doesn’t own one of these.

He fumbles with it curiously. No, Jungkook doesn’t pick random objects he finds laying around; his mother raised him right.

But this wasn’t just any random object, this notebook had been left abandoned at Jungkook’s favorite desk in the college library. Specifically perfect because nobody used it: desk free of bumps from the scribbles or from people who wrote with too much force, minimal amount of gum stuck beneath it (He aspired for zero, but his dreams had been crushed pretty early on to his college life). The positioning was perfect too, far enough that the library’s wifi didn’t reach it, which was practically useless with the amount of work covered students plaguing the place constantly; but if he needed too, he could connect to the wifi from the classrooms nearby (And Jungkook went to the library at night time so… no classes happening at all)

It's the perfect desk and if something was left forgotten here, then it means it isn’t his anymore.

Which means he has the right to investigate.

The ragged, leather like texture feels expensive against his fingers. If he had to name the color, it would be a slightly darker version of a persian green; it's pretty. Jungkook can’t imagine someone using this for any academic purposes, given the size. He keeps playing around with it in his hands, hesitant.

It is one thing to pick up a stranger’s notebook on the desk, but to open it? It's a completely different violation of privacy. And he said it before: his mother raised him right.

Muji is an artsy brand right? These types of stationary notebooks probably have an information slot where he can find information; a name at least. Something to make hipsters who buy Muji, feel like their notebook is more special and personalized.

If he wants to find the owner he has to open it, doesn’t he?

No. Jungkook could simply deliver it to the librarian and let the owner look for it themselves.

Curiosity is killing him, though. To the point he was already opening the notebook even before he finished that thought. Eyes wide and fingers eager as he leans forward to find what he is looking for.

This notebook belongs to:

the Real Me

Oh.

Oh fuck.

This person is more hipster than Jungkook had even prepared himself to.

That tells him… absolutely nothing.

Hope you’re happy, Jungkook thinks to himself, directing it to the random hipster stranger.

As spiteful as he is of this infuriating halt that was brought to his detective adventure, he has to admit, the vulnerability of the stranger’s answer did absolutely nothing to calm his curiosity.

There's a few moments of quiet, just Jungkook and the first page staring at one another, as if daring him to look further, to sink deeper into the real authentic version of someone he has never even met.

I promise I won’t judge. He thinks apologetically as he flips the page.

In the blood you shed in the winter i was born red

Plum blossom in the snow:

Camellia,

Daffodil

Yeah, yeah, you can call me whatever you want

Listen up, winter you’ve bloomed me

Now I’m going to burn my branches blue

06/01/20

He gasps, as if Jeongguk had been holding his breath the entire time while reading it.

Moma Muji, passport size.

He looked it up when he got back to his dorm. It is in fact passport sized, the same exact measurements as a passport: 4.92 x 3.36 inches. How funny is that?

Jungkook had intended to continue reading in the library. But after...that, a feeling took over him that he was opening in a place far too public for the realest self of the (apparently) poet.

A poet…

There's a dreamy sigh that leaves his lips.

Anyways! The point is he took the notebook to his dorm and is now preparing himself to read more of it; from the safety of the locked door.

I’m real good, but a little uncomfortable

I’m still not sure if I’m a dog or a pig or what else

But then other people put a pearl necklace on me

So much blabbering

One says ‘run’ another says ‘stop’

This one says `look at the forest`

That one says ‘look at the wildflower’

My shadow, I wrote and called it ‘hesitation’

So they really are a poet.  

In the back of Jungkook’s head he had expected for that first one to just be a silly quote this person added to the beginning of their notebook; maybe from a song from a band that they brag about listening to before it was popular.

But it's not…. this person is a poet…

This person is a romantic . The thought comes with a warmth that spreads across his cheeks.

It's obvious, these are romance poems. The first one, speaking about falling in love in the winter, about how delicate the poet’s significant other makes them feel; as delicate as these winter blooming flowers, comparing himself to a plant that burns under their love even during the winter. Love is getting them through the cold.

The second poem, however, is a lot less optimistic. Clearly the poet is battling their own feelings of inadequacy with the flattering words of their partner. They think of themself as a pig or a dog while they’re being treated with love. Different directions and orders are being directed to the poet are the contradicting opinions of themself: the ones they hear of their own and the ones from their partner.

So they’re probably in a relationship , he thinks with a little apprehension.

Not that it matters to Jungkook what this literal stranger is doing with their romantic life. He has to remind himself that, given that just the two poems had been able to give Jungkook a sensation of… odd familiarity; as if he knows this person already. It seemed as if with those poems he had gotten a glimpse of the poet’s two sides.

Obviously, the poems already showed two sides regarding the theme of love: safety and doubt. But aside from that, Jungkook couldn’t help but notice the difference in the way of expressing these sides: while the first poem was melodic and metaphorical, the second one held a language that sounded just a lot more accessible and down to earth.

This person must have thought about this relationship a lot.

It doesn’t matter, and it most certainly doesn’t affect him; so Jungkook shuts the notebook closed. He’ll just go about his day.

Moma Muji, passport size, 4.92 x 3.36 inches.

Why does Jungkook remember the exact size?

Hell, why is he thinking about that notebook at all?!

Jungkook had rushed out, stumbling into his running shoes and beanie. Joonie had invited him to go out for a run even though they’re well into winter. And Jungkook… he is smitten enough to say yes.

But, nobody can blame him. He always has so much fun when he is with Namjoon… Or well, he tends to have fun, when his mind isn’t keeping him distracted with useless things!

Useless things like the way Namjoon’s route goes by a huge Camellia bush.

Yeah yeah call me whatever you want

Would Joon like it if he called him Camellia? Would his branches burn blue with love?

“Jungkook-ah, you’ll trip if you keep running that deep into your head, baby.” His endeared tone calls him out of the deep trance. His voice is a little breathless from running, he does so effortlessly while talking after years of taking this same route. The youngest has to shake his head a little bit, for a moment, Namjoon’s voice still sounded a little bit far away.

“You look like you saw a ghost, whats up?” For some reason, his boyfriend’s obliviousness only leads Jungkook to one conclusion: Namjoon hasn’t noticed the Camellia bush.

Of course he hasn’t, why would he?

Jungkook… Can’t ignore the sour disappointment in his tongue.

…

Odd.

They’ve stopped running now.

You still have to answer something, Jungkook.

“Oh.. I was just-..” He cuts himself off. Doing what? Judging Namjoon for not meeting the standards of a random poet?

“Those flowers are pretty.”  Jungkook finds his voice a little softer, gesturing to the bush a little bit behind him; still at arms reach. He can’t help but sound shy, the answer he came with on the spot was… rather silly.

But, at least it was true , he thinks as his eyes linger over the gorgeous splashes of pink.

Namjoon’s expression is startled for a second, before melting into tooth rotting fondness. “You like Camellias?” Jungkook can feel the older’s eyes on him, tender and loving; before his hand is reaching tenderly for the bush.

He can’t lie, Jungkook is a little hypnotized by the way Namjoon’s knuckles look caressing the flower carefully. “So, do you?” The young hadn’t realized he had forgotten to breathe at the sight, Namjoon’s voice grounding him yet again from his wandering thoughts.

His nod comes hurriedly, thank god Namjoon is used to his spacing out; his chuckles help Jungkook’s shoulders sag down relaxed. He hadn’t even realized he had tensed them in the first place. “They only bloom in the winter… Feels special.” A shy smile grows on his face as he eyes up at Namjoon; he is already staring at the younger with a soft look.

“Who would have guessed you knew about flowers.” There's something gently amused about his tone, playful and flirty. It still makes Jungkook feel exposed.

He doesn’t know about flowers. He just looked up the flowers on his way from the library. But of course Namjoon would pick up on it, his boyfriend has been into botany since before they even started dating.  

Meanwhile Jungkook… has no excuse. He tries to hide it in his face. “Only after spending so much time with you! ”He exclaims softly, nudging his shoulder against his boyfriend’s. Jungkook hadn’t realized they were so close, his hand goes to meet Namjoon’s where it's cradling the flower. “Do you have one of these?”  His voice comes out quietly, too caught up admiring the sight of their big hands holding the almost hyperbolically delicate flower.

Do you imagine the poet cares for Camellias and Daffodils?

Namjoon chuckles softly, for some reason, it feels like he is reading Jungkook’s thoughts. “No, they’re a little too hard to maintain just for a pretty flower that comes once a year.”

Oh… He can’t help his disheartened reaction.

“Hey, don’t look so disappointed.” Jungkook’s eyes snap from where they were stranded on the flower, Namjoon’s hand isn’t there anymore; but he can distinctively feel a hand gingerly tucking a strand of hair into Jungkook’s beanie. Handling the younger in a similar fashion than he did the flower. “We can come take care of this one every once in a while; I’m sure I got some ericaceous fertilizer saved up.”  His eyes meet Namjoon, smiling tenderly.

Jungkook can feel his chest tighten in affection. A grin spreads across his face. “This is just an excuse for you to take me in more runs with you, isn’t it?” He can barely hold his accusing laugh, launching forward to press his fists to Namjoon’s chest; it earns a roll of his eyes, but Jungkook can the tremble of a laugh under his hands.

“Can’t even start a nice project with your boyfriend anymore. Romance is so dead.” His attempts for sound annoyed are laughable. And the answer only makes it more obvious what Namjoon’s intentions truly were.

Romance can’t be dead, though. Not as long as that Moma Muji, passport sized, 4.92 x 3.36 inch notebook is sitting in his dorm.

He feels guilt as he side eyes the notebook laying on his bedside table. Especially with the feeling of Namjoon’s plush lips lingering on his cheek from when he just dropped Jungkook by his room.

Especially when that persian green cover is a mocking reminder of the Camellia bush they encountered; reminding Jungkook that the flower mentioned in the poem has no relation to Jungkook’s life outside from the confines of that green leather cover.

Reminding Jungkook of how… oddly disappointed he is by that fact.

He plops heavily on his bed, arm reaching for his bedside table. When he grips the notebook and opens it, he does it spitefully.

I wanted to have the sea so I swallowed it up

But I’m even thirstier than before

Is what I know really an ocean?

Or a blue dessert?

Maybe it's the soothing feeling of his stomach full from the food he had with Namjoon after his run.

Maybe it's the dark outside his window, allowing his thoughts to think of someone, somewhere, who can’t have enough of their lover.

He doesn’t know… But he manages to fall asleep.

Moma Muji, passport size, 4.92 x 3.36 inches, persian green cover.

The guilt follows him like a shadow.

Damn, he is even thinking in poems now.

He can't help it! He can’t help the way that, despite Namjoon giving him everything, he still longs for a romance like the one in the poems. Everyday, Jungkook sinks a little deeper into the vulnerable self of the poet; his heart fluttering at their verses while simultaneously expecting Namjoon to keep up with him. Keep up with his sensitive tugging of his heartstring that his boyfriend doesn't seem to be syncing to.

In fact, Namjoon seems to be more weary of Jungkook’s attempts at romance. Acknowledging them for sure and just, he isn’t de--escalating his gestures… But… he seems weary of them.

We need the scenery of the night more than anyone

You are the only one, that comforts me more than anything

Thinking “don’t think” it's a thought on itself, you know?

With your falling eyes I look at the night sky again

We are each other's night view

We are each other's moon

The poet said, and Jungkook thought while standing on the balcony of Namjoon’s apartment. The both of them are way too under-dressed for the weather; clouds looking menacing above them; hunched over the railing shoulders pressed together.

It's calm, however, Jungkook feels like his heart will beat out of his chest. Too many words, too many emotions that he can feel bottling up in chest; threatening to spill in a way that he fears is quite too vulnerable to present to Namjoon.

“I really need moments like these.” It feels as if with the help of the poet,Jungkook was able to really grow more comfortable voicing out his thoughts like these. A fear he had to explain to Namjoon when they first started dating, nervously reassured him that he did want a relationship; despite his lack of enthusiasm.

He was so embarrassed back then… Still dealing with the aftermath of a self-homophobic past.

“What about them?” He can feel Namjoon side-eyeing him with a smile.

Of course he doesn’t get it.

That’s something else Jungkook has been losing his grip of: the snarky comments that come out of Namjoon's… inadequacy? He shouldn’t even be calling it that, not when Namjoon has given him everything. It's just, lately, the more Jungkook grows in his romantic acts and words, the more it seems Namjoon is just… playing dumb.

He isn’t picking up any of his signals.

It's getting frustrating.

It's like Namjoon is just backing down when things were starting to get serious for them.

And that fucking hurts.

“Nothing, forget it.” He mumbles eyes still strained on the city infront of them. “It's getting late anyways, I should probably head back.” He can’t hide the distance in his voice. They had agreed Jungkook was staying over, and it's obvious how that objection hangs off Namjoon's tongue as he stares a little widened. Jungkook answers before he can speak. “I have early class tomorrow, it's better if I go from my dorm.”

Somehow, the disappointment grows on his boyfriend’s face more at that. “Oh…” Jungkook fights the urge to kiss the pout off his pouting lips. “Yeah you’re right it would just be… inconvenient to stay here.”

When Jungkook leaves, he feels a heaviness in his chest. But he chooses to ignore it.

Moma Muji, passport size, 4.92 x 3.36 inches, persian green cover, 24 pages.

24 of them, ruled,  though only 16 are being used. Jungkook knows because he counted them, even if he hasn’t gotten to read everything he skimmed through the pages in a weak attempt to distract his mind. The unnecessary but easy counting of the pages, most of them double-sided in their use, except for the last one (They must have gotten tired of the ink bleeding through the pages, Jungkook asumes), helps keep his mind off last night.

Not that he has anything he needs distraction from. He is fine.

Him and Namjoon are fine .

No big fight occurred, no insensitive one sided fallout, no revolutionary discovery. But why does Jungkook feel so… off?

So neglected, so scammed, so robbed of a romance he could be having but doesn’t have. That Namjoon doesn’t let him have.

Jungkook always does this, he always feels so intensely, always too needy and too ready to fall in love. At a speed and intensity that doesn’t match others. He had revealed so much of himself to Namjoon, had been so open about his devotion, his complete and thorough adoration; and he convinced himself to believe Namjoon was okay with his arduous loving.

But if Jungkook took a second to think about it, he had been a fool to think that. Namjoon, his Namjoon is a philosopher by default, a thinker, he dissects, and recognizes, and categorizes, and doubts . Namjoon has so many doubts. About everything really, so perceptive of his surroundings he theorizes about things that aren't his business, except they are because Namjoon has an interest for every little thing in this world.

And it's as enamouring, as it is deadly.

Namjoon questions, questions himself, his intentions, his moral, his relationships, his worthiness .

It’s been four years.

But it's never too late for Namjoon to have second doubts. Even when Jungkook is sinked… so, so deep..

Maybe they aren’t meant to b-

Maybe Jungkook should read a poem.

Parting is to me, a tear that blooms unknowingly in my eyes

All the things we couldn’t say flow out

And lingering feelings crawl up my face

Parting is the reward that comes only at the end

Of my play of lies

It feels like hours as Jungkook stares at it, entranced. Only when he sees a teardrop make the ink bleed and smudge, is when he is snapped out of it.

He sets the notebook down in his night stand. Jungkook doesn’t feel like reading anymore of it, the knot on his chest only tightened by the unhelpful words of the poem.

He read enough .

Jungkook curls to his side dejected, as if offended at the poet and his own relationship problems.

Maybe romance is dead after all.

He feels his shoulders tremble in what's a sob shaking its way out of his lungs. Is he really going to give up Namjoon? Just for a romance that clearly isn’t as perfect as he thought it was?

He can’t.

Moma Muji, passport size, 4.92 x 3.36 inches, persian green cover, 24 pages, ruled, only 16 used.

That's what he thinks when his hand reaches for the notebook almost in a hurry. Jungkook had run back from that dreadful early class, he was barely able to concentrate, a plan forming in his head just as he was about to go to sleep dejected and sad. It kept him all night from the nerves of it all. He has to make things right, and the lack of sleep didn’t stop his adrenaline as it made his mind wander even with the professor explaining in front of him.

The point is Jungkook has the notebook and is desperately running to Namjoon’s apartment.

Guess all those winter runs served some purpose at least.  

Maybe he is being stupid for running in negative number weather in clothes that were apropriate for his ac-heated classroom. But fuck it.

Romance is alive, and Jungkook is the breathing, sprinting, embodiment of it.

When he reaches Namjoon’s apartment, his throat feels like it has shards of ice poking at it with every deep swallow of air, the skin across his cheeks and nose sporting a blush from the cold and knife-like wind across his face running here. His hair is a mess, there’s definitely sweat stains under his arms, and he most definitely looks insane.

He also kinda forgot to tell Namjoon he was coming over, he knows his boyfriend’s schedules and routines so he should be home right now. He always has friday morning’s off. So he doesn’t bother letting Namjoon know, rather fumbling with his shaky, numb fingers to reach for the spare key. The ends of his hands are also red from the cold, tingling and making his movements clumsy.

But he manages to put the key into the whole regardless. And feeling quite proud of himself and with adrenaline still pumping through his veins, he opens the door.

Namjoon is standing near the door, hunched over halfway through putting on his shoes, looking up surprised. It seems as if adrenaline was only willing to get him this far, as it leaves Jungkook’s body completely.

“Babe…” Namjoon’s voice is cutely stunned, with his eyes widened and plump lips adorably parted with a mouth that stays ajar. “What are you doing here?”

“Where were you going?” Jungkook asks instead of answering. His voice is embarrassingly small for someone who took a 35 minute run without an ounce of doubt. Maybe he's just out of breath.

Oh god, Namjoon was leaving, he has stuff to do Jungkook came at a bad time, he is probably over exaggerating and took all of this way out of proportion and Namjoon didn’t even think anything was wrong at all and he is just making a big scene for nothing being the big, needy baby that he is; bothering Namjoon with his useless emotions-

“Your dorm.” He replies so simply, like sinceirty costs him nothing when it's to Jungkook. “I asked first though.” And his tone isn't accusatory as it is teasing.

Namjoon doesn’t specify, but something inside him wants to believe the older was on his way to do the same as Jungkook.

“I...I wanted to tell you something?” He can’t help but sound doubtful. Even when he knows Namjoon is on his way to see him, even when his eyes are soft enough to melt the shard of ice growing on Jungkook's throat; he can’t seem to recognize if it's from the run or the anxiety. “It's kinda silly, though.” He can’t help but coax that out as well. from the outside one would consider Jungkook is belittling his feelings, yet belittling it makes it less of a big deal and maybe it can calm the speeding rate of his heartbeat.

“It must be important if you came right after class.” Namjoon says taking off the single shoe he had managed to put on and properly stand up straight eyeing Jungkook. “Did you run all the way from the bus station? Jungkook…” He scolds, taking Jungkook's frozen hands into his own bigger warmer ones and drags him in.

Jungkook for a moment has to hold back a snicker imagining Namjoon’s reaction if he knew  how he actually got here. And he looks so cute with his small frown and determined expression already. He can feel his own heart sizing up as Namjoon drags him by the hands into the couch, hushing about Jungkook being too careless and too underdressed as he drapes a heavy blanket over his shoulders.

He feels cared for, it's nice.

It's only when Namjoon forced a hot cup of tea into Jungkook’s hands, that they slowly start to regain their feeling, that the older sits  back down next to him on the couch. His eyes are concerned, unsure, as if all this had just been an excuse to make time, before he inevitably has to ask. “What-uh--What did you want to tell me?” He manages to smile, but Jungkook knows him all too well.

Jungkook’s expression doesn’t falter though, he is ready to do this. He needs to do this.

“You...you’re probably wondering what happened to me yesterday.” Namjoon’s expression drops at that nodding a bit quickly, eagerly, and all too endearingly. Jungkook really made him worry, didn’t he?

“I was upset over some rando’s romantic poems,because--well its stupid but- they were so corny and romantic, they actually made me doubt what you and I have.” He can't help the incredulous tone of his voice because, saying it outloud finally, it really is so ridiculous. Jungkook shakes his head smiling, as if humored.

When his eyes find Namjoon again, they melt with love at the older’s stunned expression. “I convinced myself we were out of sync, or that you weren’t getting anything I sent your way. But it was just those stupid corny poems getting to me.” He sets the cup down, hands warm enough to hold Namjoon’s.

“But I am stupid, and corny, and in love.” He feels his own cheeks burning. “So I want to dedicate these poems to you.” Jungkook knows his smile is giddy like a childs as he reaches for his pocket taking the infamous notebook and handing it to Namjoon with an excited smile.

His boyfriend still looks stunned, and Jungkook can only think about how much smaller the passport sized notebook fits in his hands; even when Jungkook’s own hands aren’t particularly small, it's his boyfriend’s fault for being so family-sized.

With a great amount of strength, he forces himself to stop looking at his boyfriend’s gorgeous hands as he skims through the pages. He is a little surprised to find a frown on Namjoon’s brow, an anxious feeling settling over the younger at the bottom of his stomach.

“How much did you read of it?” Namjoon asks eyes staying glued to the notebook on his lap, avoiding Jungkook’s wide vulnerable eyes.

“U-uh.. I read… I read the first five, though--though the fifth one isn't romantic I only want the first four of them for you. They--I think they fit perfectly into my--my feelings for you.” Jungkook is growing nervous by the second, Namjoon’s eyes stay strained on the notebook, as Jungkook grows more and more convinced that he is exposing too much too intensely again.

“So you didn’t read the whole thing.” For the first time since Jungkook handed him the notebook, Namjoon’s eyes traveled to meet Jungkook’s unsure eyes. He can’t find his voice so he just shakes his head, and that makes his boyfriend's shoulders relax with a sigh. “Okay that explains it.”

“Ex-Explains what?”

“None of those poems are romantic, Jungkook-ah.”

Moma Muji, passport size, 4.92 x 3.36 inches, persian green cover, 24 pages, ruled, only 16 used, poems 1-5 non-romantic themes (allegedly).

“How--how would you know?” Jungkook asks almost defensively, as if standing up for the stranger poet with fanaticism.

Namjoon winces as if it pains him to say it. “I left the notebook by your desk, its uh--mine.” He was avoiding Jungkook’s eyes until now, staring up at him vulnerable, but with a small smile. “They aren’t romantic poems.”

Jungkook’s world stops for just a second, the shock is evident on his face. He is beginning to open his mouth to speak again but he can’t find anything in his seemingly hollow head to say anything. “Well...That’s embarrassing.” He manages to say, feeling the tip of his ears burn.

He made that whole love scene.

“I believe the reader can find more than one structured meaning to the poems, it's not that my meaning is above yours just because I wrote it.” Namjoon explains, and maybe it's his imagination, but he sounds a lot more comfortable having seen his own loss of words on Jungkook’s tongue.  He is handing him back the notebook, the older’s smile is almost as giddy as his when he first started his monologue.

“That sounds like bullshit to make me feel better.” He manages to joke with a grin.

“You should read it, the ending” Namjoon’s smile turns warm. He didn’t deny it. Sounds like, thinking the creator’s intentions are equal to the perception of the auciende, is bullshit after all. “It's kinda important.” There's humor in his voice and a pout forms on the younger’s lips.

“Well I liked to appreciate them one poem at a time!” He defends but it's harmless under Namjoon’s loving stare.

“You could have just recognized my handwriting, baby.” Jungkook’s face blushes in embarrassment.

“And take away all the mystery? No.”

Jungkook’s fingers are hurried and clumsy as he flips over the pages, at first eyeing the poems that had already plagued his mind for weeks. And as he continues forward finding more scribbles and poems, only recognizing a word or two before skipping until he reached the last pages. His heart threatened to beat its way out of Jungkook’s chest.

He is pretty sure he is on page 14 when he meets what he is looking for.

Moma Muji, passport size, 4.92 x 3.36 inches, persian green cover, 24 pages, ruled, only 16 used, poems 1-5 non-romantic themes (confirmed by author: Jungkook’s boyfriend).

Jungkook

His own name stares back at him as he prepares himself for what's next. But he can't find it in himself to feel afraid, not with the weight of Namjoon’s adoring eyes on him.

If you’ve reached this part is because you managed to read through this notebook and whatever I coax out of myself to write in it. I

If you reached this part, then it means you managed to get through all the ugly that I put in here, all my doubts and fears and sour thoughts, I displayed them to you.

Because you make me believe that all my ugly insides are worthy of love; that my entire self is somehow deserving of you. You make me want to show you my realest self.

So, I did. And even if it hasn’t happened I’m terrified of the thought already; no one has made me sink as deep as you, while simultaneously lifting me up higher than ever.

For some reason, I get the feeling I’m exaggerating, since you always find a way to love the unlovable parts of myself. But despite that, I want to give you something pretty, and worthy of love.

I used to be one of those whatever people

I didn’t believe in what real love is

I used to say habitually “I want to love”

But I found myself. The whole new myself.

I met you and did I realize that I’m a book

I want to be the best man for you

It's probably naturally because you are my world itself

You are my beginning and the end itself

I wanna become part of your bookcase

I wanna interfere in your novel as your lover.

What would it be like if I really went to you?

If I went to you, would you be sad?

If I am not the one, what would I be?

In the end, would you leave me too?

The wind wind wind that grazes me

I hope that isn’t just this.

My feelings are blue blue blue

My entire head is filled with blue

How much much much

How much much much you…

You’re my person

You’re my wind

You’re my pride

You’re my love

You’re my love.

Jungkook, I want to share my ugly and my pretty with you, I want to let you see me whole .

Would you move in with me?

“You...You didn’t just imagine me acting off sync.” Namjoon breaks the suffocating silence as Jungkook’s widened eyes leave the sixteenth page of the notebook. It looks like the older’s expression has softened, even if sadly. “I thought you had read it all and just...didn’t know how to reject me.” He smiles but it's gloomy eyes avoiding the younger, as if he had assumed this was a fact.

A little bit of Jungkook’s heart breaks at that.

A life shared with Namjoon, Namjoon who trusts Jungkook the deepest parts of his being, that trusts in Jungkook’s ability to love, to treat him delicately around ugly insides, and grounding against a weak trembling frame.

Like he looks right now, eyes nervous and strained on Jungkook as his hands fondle with each other shoulders raising and falling shakily with quivering breaths. Jungkook doesn’t even have to think twice.

Both his hands reach for Namjoon’s shoulders, making sure his entire attention is on him. Namjoon's lowered head perks up startled. “Joonie… I’m sorry your plan didn’t work out the way you intended.” He smiles apologetically and he lets his hands slide down Namjoon’s arms and onto his fiddling hands. “But it's not like it matters.” His tone it's relaxed but it doesn’t seem to calm Namjoon, not even with the stroking of his thumbs over the older's hand.

There's a question rising up the older’s throat but Jungkook doesn’t let it. “It doesn’t matter because... I want to move in with you.” He sees all the tension leave Namjoon’s expression into pure surprise, endearing enough that it coaxes a giggle out of Jungkook, tugging his bigger hands closer to him, kissing him softly; surprised to find Namjoon kissing back with what he can only imagine is all the pent up emotion from this week.

He doesn’t question it for long, he can never think all that much when Namjoon is kissing him.

Moma Muji, passport size, 4.92 x 3.36 inches, persian green cover, 24 pages, ruled, only 16 used, poems 1-5 non-romantic themes (confirmed by author: Jungkook’s boyfriend), now sitting on a bedside table on Jungkook’s side of the bed.

“Where are you going? We already have everything.” Jungkook questions his boyfriend as he starts to exit their apartment door; which is currently filled with boxes they just brought back from Jungkook’s former dorm.

“I just have one more thing to get from my car.” He kisses the top of Jungkook’s head and without any more explanation he leaves through the door. Leaving Jungkook by himself for the first time in this entire hectic day.

The apartment looks messy, or well, messier than usual; Namjoon always tried to be neat for his boyfriend’s sake, and succeeded a few times. Most times, Jungkook would find him covered in work and would offer to clean for him, claiming to be ‘trophy wife’ material. Its catastrophic now, covered in boxes, Jungkookisn’t a hoarder but Namjoon’s apartment is what one would politely call ‘cozy’. It's catastrophic, yet Jungkook can only feel his heart size up in excitement and giddiness; as if completely unaffected by the mess like he normally would.

It's just hard to focus on the mess, when every time he tries to he sees traces of himself in this apartment: in his box of old CDs that will go in a shared collection with Namjoon’s, or how his boyfriend indulged him by taking Jungkook’s energy crystals out of the moving box and into the spaces of the apartment here they belong (even when it's obvious he doesn’t believe in them for a second),  or the way Namjoon got some of Jungkook’s photos printed out and framed so they can decide where to hang them sometime this week.

He’s only been living here for half a day, and Namjoon’s place is already his.

Well, to be fair, Namjoon has been his for a considerably longer amount of time. And that fact alone is enough to make Jungkook stand just the slightest bit taller than before.

Yes he is proud, sue him.

“Back.” Namjoon announces softly shutting the door, and taking out his snow soaked boots, with a hand suspiciously behind his back.

In a wave of confidence Jungkook can’t help the flirty smile as he walks over to his boyfriend. “Yes, back.” A hand settles over the short hairs of Namjoon’s nape, caressing softly. “What’s behind it?” He tilts his head to the side with a smile that tries to be seductive but only manages to be bright.

“Can’t get anything past you, can I?” Namjoon’s face splits into a grin staring down slightly to Jungkook; he isn’t that short! It's just… they’re so close.

“No you can not. I own this place and I’ll establish a customs directorate right at the doorstep.” His grin is wide, cocky almost with its jokes; hands still mindlessly playing with Namjoon’s hair with arms hooked over his shoulders.

“You own the place? Does that mean you’ll pay your share of the bill?” A raised eyebrow is all Jungkook needs for his facade to collapse.

“Nooo, I think you misheard me. I just said this is my boyfriend’s place? My super generous, compassionate and broken college student boyfriend, he is great.” If hsi tone sounds desperate he doesn't care, it makes Namjoon chuckle, and that's all that matters. “No customs. But please show me? Please?” Maybe he is whining, laying limp against Namjoon’s firm torso while he whines like a child.

But you can’t criticize him for it, when it works.

“You are impossible to resist, you know it's not fair.” He says rolling his eyes and shoving Jungkook off of him, with the hand that he has available. Once they're at a comfortable distance he reveals.

A potted Camellia.

“I bet that mean poet had you pretty bummed about not having one of these.” His tone is joking but soft, adoring as a pink tone spreads over his cheeks.

Jungkook’s cheeks hurt from smiling as he nears Namjoon again, the potted plant being the only thing separating them. “He did.” He meets Namjoon’s hands helping hold the weight of the plant. Today, his hands are cold instead of Jungkook’s. “I’ll have to make him pay me somehow.”

“I’m sure he’ll find some way.” Namjoon mumbles but leaning over close enough that Jungkook understands. Placing a soft peck to his lips.

Moma Muji, passport size, 4.92 x 3.36 inches, persian green cover, 24 pages, ruled, only 16 used, poems 1-5 non-romantic themes (confirmed by author: Jungkook’s boyfriend), now sitting on a bedside table on Jungkook’s side of the bed, with a cut Camellia on a whiskey glass with water next to it. Both manifestations of how Namjoon is just as stupid and corny and in love as he is.

[hisunshiine]

— bangtan scouts [teaser]

bangtan scouts [scout!Jungkook x masked!Reader]

⟢ credit: @knjsnoona for my beautiful banner

⟢ genre: fantasy | smut | angst | fluff | 2-parts

⟢ rating: 18+ | mature themes & explicit content

⟢ warnings + kinks: liberties taken with the sailor moon plot, magic au, royalty au, soulmate au, reincarnation au, college au, reader is an orphan, brief jin x reader, yoonmin side ship, explicit sex, eventual established relationship, multiple minor character deaths, blood, dark magic, prophecies, hand to hand combat, some angst between the main pairing, sorry,   

⟢ final wc: around 45k+

⟢ summary:  ⁂ Negative energy has been spiking throughout the city, an ancient evil threatening to be released. With the advancements of technology and society moving away from believing in the supernatural, this evil appears to have taken root throughout campus, seeking souls to power it...Y/N, 29, works in the campus comic book/computer gaming shop while working at the school teaching. Jeon Jungkook, a 24 year old college student, frequents the shop after class to play games and hang out with his friends. After a chance encounter, so unfolds a mystery of how two strangers' lives lay intertwined to save the world...for the nth and final time. ⁂

⟢ author’s note: this is the first story i ever wrote, and so its dear to my heart, thank you to @bangtanhome for all of your help and motivation with this story. still working on it, but the first part is coming along nicely to be posted. ♡

⟢ upload date: OUT NOW

❂ Namkook’s Moonrise Masquerade 

⁂ Hosted by: @jamaisjoons​ | event masterlist 

⟢ teaser: 

Violet flower petals fall all around you. You can smell something similar to faint soap. It's pleasant. Looking around yourself, you catch sight of someone approaching. He's tall, with raven black hair falling down around his face and in front of his eyes. You quickly realize he has no features; no eyes, no nose, no mouth. You can make out the angles of his jaw and the lines of his neck, elegant and regal. He throws his head back, as if he is looking to the heavens, in order to allow the hair to fall away from his non-existent eyes. You can't look away from his neck, where his bobbing Adam's apple keeps your attention. He finally reaches you and kneels on one knee at your feet, looking down at the ground. You see your hand reach out and caress his soft hair, following the strands to the end. Your fingers trace around his ear and jawline until your fingers rest under his jaw. You gently tip his face up to look at yours. What was once featureless is now home to bright, honey-speckled brown eyes that peer up at you through slightly wavy locks…

You awake with a jolt to find your cat on top of you. It seems he used you as a landing pad while trying to get onto the bed. You roll over, thinking about how pretty the man’s eyes were, the same eyes you have unsuccessfully seen each time the dream comes to you

As you settle back into sleep, pulling the covers around you to get comfortable, you notice that your headache is thankfully gone. You’re unaware that the eyes in your dream would end up being forgotten with the rising of the sun.

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[chemicalpink]

What’s the funniest /weirdest thing that has happened to you during a reading ?

huhhhh tough one, I am currently exiled from my own room bc i was stupid and did some reading inside my room and forgot to lock some stuff and I've been choked in my sleep so I'm taking care of that lmao.

Uhhhh oh! when I was doing the Namkook readings I alwasy started JK's reading with a "please don't be so cheesy I might implode" and the oracle cards would go wild and get everywhere, always the "one and only" "fated love" ones.

In live readings I was once reading for someone and their whole vibe was someone screaming the lyrics of sweet child o' mine inside my head so i still don't know whats up with that

i have way more creepy than funny ocurrences in my craft so sigh