Fat cop Namjoon who has powdered sugar on the front of his uniform from gorging on too many donuts <3
Xoxo,
Sugar Cookie
very short n sweet fic! as im preparing for the arirang fest later this month!! i originally wanted to post this in february but ao3 was down TT. could definelty make a part two of this one, let me know if yorue interested!
tags: policeman namjoon , namkook , minor jinkoook , weight gain , feedee kim namjoon , fat kim namjoon , second intentions , public space, tight clothes
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Kim Namjoon doesn’t do chases. That's one of the few unspoken rules in Seoul's police precinct number 16.
The once legendary police man hadn’t retired or anything. He would probably laugh at the mere mention of retirement. Still decades away from the legal typical age.
And yet, it seemed like their Chief Superintendent would specifically avoid choosing Namjoon for any open chases. He still got to investigate crime scenes and he was still amazing in the interrogation room. But if there is ever an emergency call, the chief’s instructions fly right over Namjoon’s desk.
It wasn’t always like that.
He still springs up from his office chair every time the alarm bell rings. Only to disappointedly sit back down into his seat.
Today is no different.
The chair creaks under his weight, the armrests fitting a little snug under his hips. Just as the sound of the car siren began to blare muffledly. As his colleagues go and do the fun chase. He huffs through his nose, in an attempt to avoid visibly pouting. Lowering his gaze down to where his poor uniform button up tries to hug around his torso.
His buttons cling all the way up the pillowy curve of his belly. It sits comfortably on Namjoon’s belt; a belt that he really hasn’t needed for a few months now at least, but uses out of habit. The shirt’s buttons threaten to show a peek into Namjoon’s white undershirt in between the stretched buttons, but it's not there yet. Though, it's very much to the point where his muffin top is rebelling against the hem of his shirt, barely tucked into his slacks and threatening to ride up with any sudden movements.
Namjoon would like to think it's bloat but… His entire uniform is sending very similar threats.
Sure, he’s gained a bit of weight. But he still got it!
Before he can sink further into his slump, the newest hire, and most recent source of Namjoon’s comfort, comes to distract him. The young intern sets a package of powdered donuts on the table.
“I need your help, hyung.” Jungkook pouts, immediately taking the chair next to Namjoon. Big eyes and pristine uniform. Young, fit, and freshly out of the academy… reminds him of his younger self.
A smile already tugs at himself. And Namjoon can’t tell how much it is from feeling suddenly helpful, or because of the donuts. “What's the matter, cadet?” Even with the rank name, there’s no authority in his voice. Hand unconsciously already reaching for the pastry.
In the back of his mind, he knows he shouldn’t.
But also, doesn’t he deserve it after being made to feel shitty about himself?
He doesn’t get the chance to continue to debate, before a powdered donut is making its way past his lips.
“I’m having trouble with the people in the lab.” No policeman should pout at another officer, and look so cute doing it. “They still treat me like an intern!” He whines.
A smile tugs at Namjoon’s lips. This is just what he needed, a fresh police needing his experience and advice.
“Ah…They can be hard to crack when you’re new.” He shrugs casually. “You have to really get on their good side.” His words come through mouthfuls, some powdered sugar puffing from his lips with each word.
“I tried! I brought them cookies on my first week!” He whines, Jungkook’s entire body slamming against the chair in protest.
A genuine, endeared, chuckle leaves his lips. “You try so hard.” Namjoon has to stop himself from ruffling the young cadet’s hair. Only really stopping himself because his fingers are covered in sugar.
Easy fix.
He wipes them against his chest. Blue uniform tainted with white dust.
“I thought that was a good thing!” Jungkook protests, his puppy dog eyes only intensifying at Namjoon when the older policeman sets his (now) clean hand on his shoulder.
“It is. Some people are just too old and bitter to appreciate it.” He whispers that last line, earning giggles from the younger policeman. Only helping to boost Namjoon’s confidence.
He is willing to bet… Jungkook may have a bit of a celebrity crush on him. He doesn’t blame him.
“I can talk to them for you.” That, however, makes Jungkook’s wide dazzling smile drop into a pout.
“I don’t wanna keep depending on you, hyung. I need to start making people respect me.” The high pitch does not make Jungkook any more ‘intimidating’.
“You think I didn’t depend on my seniors when I got here?” His hand is even dirtier with powdered sugar than before, as his hand needs to sink deeper and deeper into the bag of minidonuts. Grabbing two or three at a time.
Even if he isn’t trying to bury his previous feeling of inadequacy anymore. The force of habit guides his actions.
And even when he stuffs two donuts in at once, stretching his lips to fit them both, he continues speaking. “Around here, respect is just earned through longevity. It really isn’t personal or that you're doing something wrong.”
Once he’s swallowed a bit, he smiles softly. “We need to depend on each other, hm?”
That finally seems to ease Jungkook a little, shy smile growing on his face. “Then, if you wouldn’t mind talking to them… That would be amazing… But you gotta let me repay the favor.” He squeezes in before Namjoon can say his ‘No worries’.
Instead having to say. “You don’t have to. The donuts were enough.” As he mentions them, he realizes with mild horror just how few were left.
“Oh I will find a way even if you don’t let me.” Suddenly, a newfound determination takes over his face, eyes serious and smile intimidating. “I’m a try-hard, remember?”
Namjoon has to bury a sudden tension in his chest to chuckle. He ignores it, but that doesn't help the way his face burns under the sudden threat.
“Alright, cadet. I will know better than to try to stop you.” Namjoon doesn’t know if it's Jungkook’s attention that's making him a little winded, or if it's the almost entirely emptied bag of powdered donuts.
The appropriate thing would be for Namjoon to say he didn’t think much about their encounter. But, even after talking to the guys at the lab, Namjoon’s thoughts kept returning to Jungkook.
Probably as a way to boost his mood, he supposes.
It's nice to be admired… Especially now, that his superiors and even the policemen in his same rank seem to be underestimating him.
His lips purse into a pout at the thought of it. Though his body reminds him exactly why he is getting so many less exciting jobs in the field now: his own belly pressing against the buttons of his uniform, trying to escape the confines of his shirt that he’s had to size up a few times already.
Maybe he should cut back on the sweets a bit. Tomorrow he’s starting his diet. No more sweets at work.
That resolve dies pretty quickly, “tomorrow” afternoon. As he is getting some paperwork done about yesterday’s mission (the one he missed out on), something falls onto his desk.
He looks up to find a very pleased looking Jungkook, who holds and waves lab results triumphantly. “You did it.”
A smile can’t help but spread along Namjoon’s face. “It was nothing.” Glancing down, the item dropped onto his desk seems to be a pretty big container.
“Yah…” It's heavy as he lifts it up, filled to the brim with cookies. “You made this?”
Jungkook’s expression becomes impossibly smugger. “I did. My boyfriend’s recipe.”
Namjoon’s eyebrows raise. Right, the young cop’s admiration might be funded in Namjoon’s sexuality as equally as it's funded in his achievements in the police force. That seems to boost his ego even more.
“I didn’t know you cooked.” He smiles amused. A smile voice in the back of his head reminding Namjoon of the diet that he has been maintaining for the past… 18 hours.
He has been eating clean since his binge last night, the one he did to farewell his gluttonous eating…
That nudge only serves to remind Namjoon why he is so hungry now.
“I don’t. But I’m really good at following instructions.” He chuckles. The young policeman’s eyes glanced down and up again expectantly. “So? Aren’t you gonna try one?” His tone is so eager.
Namjoon’s teeth sink into his bottom lip. “I don’t know… I’ve really been going at it with the sweets lately.” He explains, although it must be obvious. Especially for someone like Jungkook, who has looked up to the policeman since his glory days.
And look at him now. Thighs brushing the edge of his office chair, and belly becoming increasingly closer to his desk.
“Its just one cookie.” Jungkook rolls his eyes, disregarding Namjoon’s… ballooning. He takes a seat on the edge of the older officer’s desk.
He can’t help but notice that despite Jungkook’s body being lean and muscular, his uniform still clings to his body. Slacks stretching around his thick thighs, and shirt hugging his shoulders as he crosses his arms over his chest.
“It's an entire tub of cookies actually.” Namjoon smiles, making sure his eyes dart back to the young officer’s face. He shakes the container to emphasize his point.
“Surely you can have one and save the rest for later.” His smile is too wide for that to be genuine. Jungkook’s teasing tone is a new sound for him. Always used to nothing but prais from him.
Namjoon’s cheeks turn pink, and Jungkook seems encouraged to continue. “You can even have one and leave them in the breakroom.”
An awkward silence falls between them. Is Namjoon really going to admit this?
“I’m… not sharing these.” He scoffs a little, with a smile that's too shy to be joking.
“Good. I would feel bad if you did.” Jungkook seems perfectly comfortable though. Their dynamic shifted entirely. “Just freeze them if it's too much. The recipe was for 16 cookies and I didn’t realize it until it was too late.” He chuckles.
“You could have kept some for yourself.” The older cop mumbles, accusingly.
And Jungkook, without a budge to his smile, says, “I can’t. I’m watching my figure.”
Namjoon can’t hide his stunned expression. And the young cop doesn’t give him a chance to even try to find a witty response as he hops off Namjoon’s desk happily. “Well, thanks again! See you around!”
That's how he is left… embarrassed, shocked… and with an entire tub of delicious looking cookies.
The next morning, when Jungkook asks if Namjoon had a cookie, he tells him it was delicious.
Making every effort to avoid acknowledging the empty container stuffed into his desk drawer. Hoping the way he avoids the young cop’s eyes isn’t too telling.
Jungkook smiles bashful down at himself, hand tightening as he holds the phone. “You always say that.”
“I mean it.” Seokjin smiles determinedly, looking at his boyfriend through the little protection glass. “You look hotter every time I see you.”
There’s a moment of quiet, an unasked question between them. Not that there is much time for comfortable silence, with Jungkook’s 10 minutes of allowed visit time. It motivates him to confess shyly.
“Your plan is working.” He whispers. Even though their conversation is vague, it still feels so mischievous to talk about it in the middle of a detention center. “I don’t think there is any sweet he can say no to.”
Warmth spreads across his stomach seeing Seokjin’s smile spread, endeared, giddy. “Did he like my cookies?”
“Everybody does, hyung. Officer Kim doesn’t stand a chance.” He whispers, smile contagious as it spreads through Jungkook’s lips too.
I can’t stop thinking about one of the boys being extra chubby and working at a fast food restaurant in a uniform that barely fits them. And they always get big meals for their lunch break and they even have customers who love getting extra food just to offer them.
I can just imagine a buff namjoon whose extra chubby and his uniform is really snug on him. But there’s one regular customer who goes all the time during his lunch break and gives him the leftovers that he didn’t end up eating.
I can’t stop thinking about one of the boys being extra chubby and working at a fast food restaurant in a uniform that barely fits them. And they always get big meals for their lunch break and they even have customers who love getting extra food just to offer them.
Tags: Human boyfriends Namkook who role play hybrids and vore. Chubby Jungkook. Chubby Namjoon. They're horny idiots in love.
Boyfriends Namkook started out as role play partners, and have continued it into their relationship now that they're dating...
Jungkook lays on Namjoon’s wide, soft chest and tummy. He buries his face into Namjoon’s tits and whines. Head melty. He always knows when Namjoon is done typing because his boyfriend's hands slip back into Jungkook's hair, gently playing and scratching. They had been role playing for years. Jungkook is so grateful that they continued their role playing sessions into their real relationship too. He could never ever give up role playing with Namjoon. He knew every single one of Jungkook's darkest thoughts and kinks. Namjoon encouraged them.
Jungkook peeks at his phone and greedily reads the short paragraph. A breathy noise of pleasure slips out, and he feels Namjoon’s hefty gut jiggle underneath him as his hyung chuckles.
"I thought you'd like that..." Namjoon murmurs to him and scritches lovingly through his hair. Jungkook's cheeks heat up. Yes. He likes it very much.
He quickly types back, thumbs flying over his keyboard as he writes out the next chunk of dialog and actions. His plump little bunny hybrid in their story is trapped under the massive wolf's weight. The large predator feels up his belly and purrs about how plump and yummy Jungkook is.
Jungkook feels like he could pant as he sends it to Namjoon and then burrows into his chest, cheeks warm. Belly warm. All of him thrums with syrupy heat that accompanies his yummy headspace. Namjoon uses Jungkook's kinks like kindling. Tending to them and heating Jungkook up to guide him into his melted, molten state.
Indulgent and hedonistic. Spoiled and adored. Jungkook's absolute favorite feelings.
There's a comfortable moment of quiet as Namjoon reads the response, and a soft, pleased "oh" exhales out of him. Jungkook grins into his chest. He did good. Fed into Namjoon’s specific kinks as well that he's learned over the years of them role playing and then dating.
"You little slut-" Namjoon teases into Jungkook's hair, making him giggle.
"Only for you..." Jungkook replies, and waits very impatiently for the reply. Namjoon always takes longer to respond, but he also writes more than Jungkook does. It's always worth the wait.
His hips roll down into soft chub, making Namjoon's hand settle on his lower back, stilling his movements. "Patience, bun." Jungkook wants to mew and protest and demand that Namjoon work faster. But when the message comes in, it's long and luxurious, like a huge helping of dessert. Jungkook pounces on it greedily, eyes flitting across his screen as Namjoon chuckles and slowly kneads at his ass cheeks.
Jungkook's comfort character, his plump bunny hybrid, is being slowly buttered up, massaged and tenderized by the huge, greedy wolf hybrid. The predator purrs to him hungrily and pats his pudgy middle to send Jungkook wobbling. He's finally plump enough to devour after weeks of fattening.
Jungkook imagines his fat boyfriend with pointed ears, sharp canines, and an even rounder gut.
Jungkook feels dumb, and he loves it. He nibbles on his lip, trying to decide if he wants to be a willing meal, or put up a fight.
Namjoon's warm hands slide up to his love handles and squeeze. He murmurs, like he can read Jungkook's mind. "I'll devour you no matter what, little prey, whether you try to fight or not. You're mine."
A needy whine slips out of Jungkook and he peeks up at Namjoon. Eyes dark and hungry, lips quicked in a smirk. Jungkook wonders if he really looks like how Namjoon describes his character in their messages. Sweet, tubbed up, and innocent. Big doe eyes and round chubby cheeks. Too trusting for his own good. Such a dumb little prey. He allowed himself to be hunted and snatched by the cunning wolf. Fattened for weeks until he was ready to devour.
"Such a yummy, fat little prey." Namjoon murmurs to him as he rubs up and down Jungkook's curved hips.
Jungkook's cheeks flush with warmth as Namjoon's fingers play at the soft rolls in Jungkook's sides. His mind is fuzzy, blurring the lines between their role play and his boyfriend all but purring down at him. Hungry and gorgeous. Jungkook whines up to Namjoon on instinct. "P-please don't eat me- please- I'll be a good bun... I'll get fatter-"
Namjoon sets Jungkook's forgotten phone back in his line of vision. He taps the screen awake. "Type, baby."
Jungkook has to blink hard but nods, being good as he types out what he wants. It's a bit messy and jumbled, too many thoughts and his mind slow and pleasured like honey. He finally sends the message and Namjoon purrs to him. "Good boy," with a praising pat to his chubby ass cheeks.
Jungkook falls back into Namjoon’s chest, imagination floating as his big fat wolf pets Jungkook's chubby back with one paw and types with his other hand. His eyes slide closed and he hums in bliss. If Jungkook could purr right now like the fattened, dumb bunny he role plays as, he would be rumbling happily on his big, squishy predator.
The next message comes in and Jungkook peeks at it from his cozy spot on Namjoon’s tits. He slowly takes the story in as his hips roll down into Namjoon’s gut. He hums in pleasure at how indulgent Namjoon’s writing is for him.
His tubby bun is seconds away from being the massive wolf's next meal. Jungkook types, eager to be devoured as he writes his little prey begging uselessly to not be dinner.
Namjoon’s hand slips between them to rub at Jungkook’s middle, and he happily rolls over in invitation, now snuggled back into Namjoon’s chest with his own softened gut gently curving into the air. Namjoon’s hands slip underneath Jungkook's shirt and slowly knead at the weight. It makes Jungkook whine and write a few accidental typos from distraction as Namjoon cups Jungkook's belly, jiggles it, and then pats the sides.
"Nice and fat, just how I like my prey..." He purrs into Jungkook's ear, making him whimper happily and want to drool. He loves Namjoon so fucking much. He loves that they share this kink.
Jungkook sends his response and all of his attention shifts to the way Namjoon is massaging his belly. Feeling the weight he's gained recently, and patting Jungkook's wobbly gut in praise like he's a chubby pet. "My good, chubby bunny." Namjoon leaves one heavy hand on Jungkook's tummy to rub and squeeze as he types with the other. He presses the tip of his finger into Jungkook's navel and hums in deep satisfaction.
"You're fattening up so well, baby."
Jungkook knows that this isn't about their characters. Namjoon's voice is different as he compliments him. The sultry wolf purr is gone and his tone is gentle and adoring. Jungkook blushes as he watches Namjoon caress his flushed belly, soft and pink from attention. The jiggles are thicker. His navel is deeper. There's more chub settled in his belly, making it spill over his thighs when he sits. He fills his boyfriend's large hands so well.
Namjoon traces the fluffy roll of Jungkook's lower belly and whispers, "My pretty baby," before his voice hardens again and Jungkook knows they're getting back into their characters... "My plump little prey."
He wiggles as he's gifted the next message, it's the one he's been waiting for. Jungkook melts at the combination of warm belly rubs while he reads about his fattened little bun being swallowed down and settling into the wolf's warm gut.
It's the kisses trailed down the side of his neck, mixed with purrs at his ear of, "you fill my gut so well, little prey..." that have Jungkook's eyes closing in bliss and little moans tumbling out.
The horny boyfriends role play in real life! Kinks: NSFW, weight gain, dirty talk, stuffing/ feedism, pred/prey, descriptions of vore, sex, ABO, breeding kink.
Jungkook is a vore slut okay?
Jungkook peeks in on Namjoon to assess if his boyfriend is done with work or not. Namjoon's recent change to working from home and sitting at his computer all day is definitely aiding in Jungkook's mission to make sure his boyfriend is fat and comfortable. However, this does not help Jungkook's insatiable desire to drag Namjoon into role play any time he can get his hands on him.
A smile grows on Namjoon's cheeks as he looks up to see Jungkook in the doorway. Patiently waiting for him. Jungkook opens his mouth to speak but Namjoon beats him to it.
"I know, baby. It's date night. I just need five more minutes, okay? Why don't you get comfy on the couch, look at takeout, and I'll come join you and we can order food, okay?"
Jungkook squeaks, cheeks hot from Namjoon’s ability to read him so easily.
"And, can we maybe-?"
"Baby doll, I promised you that we would. Take a few minutes to sink into the right headspace for me, okay? Go relax and pick out what kind of food you'd like me to fatten you with."
Jungkook obediently turns on his heel, flushed with a heady mix of embarrassment, excitement, and anticipation for a lazy night of eating and kink play. He plants his tubby ass on the couch, eagerly opening up the delivery app on his phone and perusing the list of heavy foods. He can take his pick of whatever he'd like. He wants something that will really stick with him.
Namjoon's hands slide around Jungkook from the backside of the couch and break his focus. His large boyfriend hugs him from behind and bends over him, engufling Jungkook in Namjoon’s warm presence and scent. His palms slide to Jungkook's belly and he rubs at the sides, wobbling the warm blubber and purring in his ear.
"Did my plump little prey decide what you'd like me to stuff you with? I want my meal nice and fat."
Oh- so that's how Namjoon wants to be? He knows that Jungkook has been waiting and biting his nails for hours in excitement after Namjoon agreed to role play this specific kink for Jungkook.
They're jumping right in.
Jungkook mewls in embarrassment and heat, digging his fingertips into Namjoon’s biceps and tugging needily. "Alpha-" he pouts.
Namjoon laughs heartily and comes around to join him on the couch. He wets his lips as he takes in where Jungkook is seated, with his belly bulging out of his snug shirt and sweatpants.
"Mmmmm fuck, baby. You look absolutely delicious~" Namjoon's large chubby hand rests on Jungkook's doughy navel and the larger of the two rubs a slow, indulgent circle. Jungkook wobbles in place, his gut glutted with plump, weighty squish but always eager to be thickened with more.
"My cute, chubby bunny~"
It seems that Namjoon’s own agenda to fatten Jungkook into a lazy, spoiled prey has been working very, very well.
Jungkook whines harder, feeling his head already float away at just a little touching and teasing. "W-what would you like to order?"
Namjoon firmly pats Jungkook’s belly, rippling the rich fat. "Your hungry wolf is going to be having you for dinner. So it doesn't matter what we order. You're the one being fattened with it." He grins cockily. "So it's your choice, sweet thing."
Jungkook messily orders a mix of dishes for both of them, knowing what Namjoon likes to eat despite his kink teasing. His fingers fumble on the keys and he drops his phone the second their delivery confirmation pops up. Jungkook turns to Namjoon, eyes hazy as something soft is wrapped around his throat.
He blinks at the realization.
His collar.
Namjoon smiles down at him as he latches it on, firmly gripping the leash and testing it with a little tug. Jungkook lurches forwards, causing his belly to spills into his lap.
"Would you like the ears tonight, baby boy?"
Jungkook's chin is nodding up and down before he can even get his answer out of his mouth. Jungkook's favorite pair of bunny ears are slid onto his head affectionately, and his face is tilted upwards so he can watch Namjoon adorn his own head with the pretty wolf ears that Jungkook had custom ordered for him.
"How's that, pretty? Is it how you like?"
Jungkook nods again, sated and already prickling with excitement, plump chin jiggling over his collar. Namjoon chuckles at the enthusiastic response.
"Cute bun. You're going to make me command you to use your words tonight, aren't you?"
Jungkook instinctively drops his lips open, but he's syrupy and slow. He eventually manages to force out a soft, "n-no-"
"Oh we both know that's a lie, angel."
Jungkook's round cheeks heat up even more. Namjoon knows better than anyone that Jungkook gets dumb and borderline nonverbal when it involves seeing his boyfriend dawn the predator persona that Jungkook loves so much.
Jungkook whines in defeat, and the noise is all of the confirmation Namjoon needed.
"Thought so."
His hands slide over Jungkook’s sides as Namjoon comes into Jungkook's space, instantly lighting him up. Jungkook has been buzzing for hours at the thought of tonight. He'd be horribly embarrassed by how quickly he gets stupid, if it was for anyone other than his Namjoon. But, after years of this, Namjoon already knows everything about him and his kinks. Jungkook doesn't have to worry about a single thing when he's in his boyfriend's care.
A low, pleased noise from Namjoon’s throat licks down Jungkook's spine.
"You're growing so plump, pretty thing. Look at you..." Namjoon’s hand grips Jungkook's chin, dimpling his chub and his nails lightly digging into his cheeks like claws. Namjoon purrs down at him in appreciation, "You've gotten nice and fat and round. My cute little prey is finally ripe for my feast, hmm?" The side of Jungkook's cheek is patted demeaningly, and he can't help but whimper happily and gaze up at Namjoon like the big wolf is the only thing Jungkook has ever known.
He really should reply. Namjoon likes it when he speaks, even when it's a struggle.
"M-master likes me dumb and plump-" is what tumbles out of Jungkook's honey-muddled mouth. A bark of laugher greets his ears.
"Indeed I do, baby doll."
Jungkook's too-snug shirt is gently pulled off of him, and his chub jiggles out. Jungkook's tongue lolls onto his lower lip as Namjoon's heavy hands settle on his rounded, tubby gut. The wolf's paws lovingly push and knead and squeeze. "I want my sweet, fattened prey tender."
Jungkook groans, melting back. His pudgy legs fall open, cock already hard in his sweatpants, and his prized belly pushing up into the air with a hefty helping of poundage that Namjoon has fed into him. Jungkook indulgently gazes at himself as his chin rolls smother his collar. The creamy, pink flesh of his middle swells forwards into rich rolls of fat that dimple and squish under Namjoon’s sausage fingers. The pressure from his boyfriend's palms massaging his gut sends hearty jiggles of fat rippling through Jungkook's body. It wobbles his love handles where they spill over the couch, his thick thighs, and even his chest as it rests over the folds of soft, fluffy weight that bulge into a blubbery excuse of a belly.
Jungkook whimpers happily as Namjoon kneads his tub, enamored and nearly drooling at the sight. The dough sitting at the front of his belly thickens up the divot of his navel into something stretched much deeper and wider than it should be, and the fat filling him up deliciously jiggles and bounces.
"Good boy~" Namjoon’s praise melts into Jungkook's brain. "You're such a good, fat little prey. You're going to be such a perfect meal, sweet thing."
Jungkook could listen to Namjoon talk to him like this all day. It's so indulgent to him, and Jungkook loves it even more because he knows that his boyfriend is into it too, if not only to appease Jungkook and feed his kinks fatter. Jungkook whines happily over the curve of his gut where Namjoon perches over him. He tries to speak, but only a low whine slips out.
Namjoon delights in Jungkook's dumbed down state.
"What a chubby cutie~"
Jungkook is content to laze on the couch like a fattened hog while Namjoon brings the food delivery in. He blinks slowly, watching his boyfriend set up everything for their feeding date. The aromatic scent fills his nose, and Jungkook groans in anticipation.
He wants to beg for the food.
Jungkook's brain short circuts as he's treated to the sight of Namjoon peeling off his own shirt. The bunny pants in greedy delight as Namjoon's caramel skin fills his view. Jungkook pushes up on his elbows, honeyed gaze dragging from where Namjoon’s arms bulge with muscle to the way his gut rounds forwards with fat, heavier at the bottom with relationship weight all thanks to Jungkook, and framed by thick love handles that Jungkook could just sink his teeth into.
"Keep looking at me like that, pretty boy, and I'm going to be switching out your bunny ears for Omega wolf ones, and fattening you to breed." The smirk pulling at Namjoon's lips as he casually throws out one of his own deep-seated kinks, has Jungkook flushing down to his chubby tits. Namjoon purrs in satisfaction at the reaction.
"You still want me to devour you, right?" Namjoon teases, lightly snapping his teeth as he pats the crest of Jungkook's chub-filled middle.
Jungkook gulps and whimpers out in greedy begs, "yes, please-"
"Then put those bedroom eyes away, baby boy, or else I will be dragging you to our nest and fucking you until you're pupped up."
Jungkook groans, because that sounds equally as delicious as what Namjoon is indulging him in right now. Leave it to his boyfriend to present Jungkook with two decadent options and force him to choose. He's been waiting for this specific indulgence for so long though, he's not giving it up.
Jungkook settles back into the cushions lazily, while a spoiled pout plays on his own lips. "Is my big wolfie even fat enough to fit me in there?" He pushes his own pudgy hand against Namjoon’s thick gut, and the buttery weight bulges between his spread fingers. Namjoon grins down at him.
"Oh, I'll manage. I have a big appetite, especially for pretty things like you. Don't you worry, little snack."
The first of the food is unboxed, and Jungkook salivates at the scent. Namjoon moves over him, straddling him and settling his weight down across Jungkook’s hips. He grips his leash in his free hand to remind Jungkook that he can pull on it whenever he pleases.
Jungkook whimpers in anticipation as the larger of the two purrs down at him. "What you really need, my pet, is one more thick, heavy, fattening session. Then you'll be stuffed stupid and easy to gobble down, and even more of a pleasure to digest in your wolfie's greedy gut."
Jungkook mews, dropping his lips open as a a heavy bite of creamy pasta is pushed in. He groans at the flavor of the rich, flavorful bite as the cheesy sauce dribbles across his lips. His cheeks puff out as he chews, and after the thick swallow, Jungkook's mouth is being filled right back up with a second big bite. He whines happily at the pace he's being fed.
Namjoon's free hand settles at the side of Jungkook's belly, and his palm slowly rubs. "Good little bun. Eat up for me, chubs. Wolfie wants you thick and dumb and fat."
Jungkook so happily obeys, gorging himself on every bite that Namjoon feeds him. He feels just like a stupid little slave prey being fattened to eat, and Jungkook gets off on the fantasy so much, that he lets the headspace drown him. He loses track of time to pleasure and a medley of flavors.
"You look so cute when you're dumbed out on food for me~"
Jungkook's eyelids flutter open, chewing slowly as heavy, buttery garlic bread fills his cheeks. Namjoon's hand has much more belly to rub over now, and Jungkook mews that he's already got such a heavy load of fattening food sitting deep in his gut. The swell is pushed out, thicker and heavier, as Namjoon jiggles the buttery fat that's laid over the dense stuffing.
Namjoon keeps him right in his fantasy where Jungkook wants to be, purring. "My bunny has grown so fat and lazy that you're not even stuffed. And yet, you look glutted." Jungkook's overindulged middle is bounced by the wolf's hands, "Sweet, delicious thing. You've fattened yourself so wonderfully for me. I can't wait until you're warm and comfortably settled in my gut. You're such a rich, buttery morsel. My appetite is begging for you."
A burp gurgles up out of Jungkook's greased up lips, and Namjoon laughs. "Good boy. Let's fill up every last inch of space you've got. So you can grow even fatter in my gut as she enjoys you... My belly likes her meals too fat to fight back." More food is pushed into Jungkook's mouth, and it shuts up any begging reply that he would conjure up.
Namjoon perfectly paces heavy bites with lighter ones, mixed with drags of liquid to keep him panting and comfortable as Jungkook gorges himself and his gut swells out fatter and thicker between them. The savory dishes melt into sweet ones, and Jungkook groans happily as his cheeks are full of a fluffy tiramisu.
Namjoon's hands massage over Jungkook's swollen stomach between bites. He gently pushes and kneads against the dense bloat. Namjoon's low purring voice licks over him.
"Butter, cheese, cream, carbs, and sugar. Everything my baby needs to fatten up overnight and wake up with your belly bloated and stuffed with fresh weight. You're going to feel so heavy and soft, and your pretty skin is going to be stretched snug from so much creamy fat filling you up."
Jungkook moans deeply, hazy and stupid as Namjoon slowly kneads his middle as it stretches and takes up all of the space between them. He pants, licking his lips as he can barely keep his eyelids open from the stupor of so much food. Namjoon chuckles at the sight of Jungkook fucked-out on his fantasy.
"That's it, sweet little thing. Relax so wolfie can devour you~"
A little whine tumbles past his lips and the mess of crumbs, dribbles of sauce, and dollops of fluffy cream that litter Jungkook's chin rolls and speckle his chest. Namjoon leans over him and lazily drags his tongue across his skin, cleaning him up.
"You taste heavenly, baby~"
Namjoon manhandles Jungkook onto his back, relaxed deep into the cushions and he settles on top of him. His mouth kisses at his neck up to his earlobe as he nibbles around his earrings. His hips work into the bottom of Jungkook's gut and over his cock, making him whine and uselessly try to buck up against the heavyness. The weight of him pins Jungkook down and makes him feel smothered in the best way.
"Imagine..."
Jungkook relaxes into Namjoon’s voice, eyes fluttered shut, content to listen, perfectly dumbed down and fucked-out to the point of bliss. Jungkook is so excited for this part...
"Your big, fat wolf stuffs you down my gullet. Everything is hot and wet with saliva, the muscles greedily slurping around you and trying to get your fattened ass into my throat."
Namjoon squeezes around Jungkook, making him whine. He drags his hands in methodical waves down Jungkook's sides, pushing in roughly.
"Mmmm baby, you taste so decadent. So sweet and buttery from months and months of fattening. But you're such a big meal that you're hard for me to get down. Your huge, greedy wolf is nearly choking on you, trying to stuff you down my throat as I force you deeper with my tongue. You're half-lodged down the monster's gullet, fatty legs weakly kicking as you're gulped deeper and deeper~"
Jungkook's legs twitch and he whimpers in delight as Namjoon purrs at his ear.
"I finally get your blubbery ass down, gulping hard and feeling the bulge of my prey slide along my throat... You're gobbled down, filling up my belly and pushing her out as my sweet meal is stuffed into the hot, fatty space."
Namjoon grinds his gut down against Jungkook’s, and another weak groan is tugged out of him.
"You're so filling, baby. Even more than I thought, thanks to my prey being such a willing meal. You were so easy to fatten, gorgeous. You sit so heavy and rich in my gut that your big wolf has to sit down. My belly is absolutely glutted, baby boy. Distended so heavily I can't move. You're so much fatter and more delicious than I expected. All I can do is drool and rub my paws over my swollen gut as I feel you inside, plump and supple and so deliciously tender that my appetite can't help but gurgle to life. My greedy girl has never had anything so yummy and chubbed up as you, darling. You're going to absolutely spoil me~"
Namjoon's fingertips trail over Jungkook’s skin, leaving him whimpering and whining in pleasure.
"It's so cute, how you're too fat to move, too dumb to do anything but fill up my gut and wait to be digested."
Jungkook mumbles out, voice slurred and groggy, "hnnn, I'm special?"
Namjoon pounces on it.
"Honey you're so special. I've never tasted anything like you. I've never had a prey as delectable as you before, and I'll never have a meal like you again."
Jungkook lets out an embarrassing little noise of deep-seated pleasure. Namjoon’s hands lovingly skim down Jungkook's hips.
"And, baby- my belly? She loves you so much. You're such a rich, fat feast of a prey."
Namjoon's warm hands push under the weight of Jungkook's lower belly and beneath his sweatpants. Jungkook can hear the purr of delight in Namjoon’s voice at how ruined he is as Namjoon's fist closes around Jungkook's cock and slowly begins kneading.
Jungkook moans brokenly at the slightest touch, leaking even more precum.
"Sweet thing, my gut takes her time with you. She wants to savor the best meal she's ever had. The heavy muscles squeeze and knead around you..."
He squeezes at Jungkook’s cock, drawing out another pitiful groan of ecstacy.
"The greedy walls gurgle and soften you up, eager to devour my dumb meal and get you sloppy and easy to digest. My gut growls and suckles at you, slobbering all over the fat mound of plump meat and trying to eat you up."
Namjoon fists Jungkook's painfully aching cock, pumping and digging his thumb into the slit at the head so Jungkook's jaw goes slack and a slurry of noises fall out of him.
"Oh and honey, it's such a pleasure feeling my sweet meal digest. Your big wolf gets to watch as my gut bloats, gurgling more wet and sated until thick, heavy sloshes wobble the blubber keeping all of my food in place. You digest so easily too. A fat thing like you? You were made for it, baby."
Drool trickles out of Jungkook's lips as his head lolls to the side. He can't hold himself back anymore. Jungkook's orgasm slams into him, his eyes rolling back as he whimpers and cums in Namjoon’s hands. His boyfriend works him through it, purring as he drags his hands through the mess to milk him.
"Your big predator lazes for days, drunk on you as my gut pushes out fatter and heavier. My sweet, delicious prey has me dumb and drooling, every inch of me swelling out more blubbery and luxurious from such a rich meal. I can't even get up, my gut is weighed down with heaps of blubber, all of my skin stretched tight and pinning me in place under the mass."
Jungkook can't even arch under the weight of his own stuffing, much less under the weight of Namjoon as he spills again. The wolf's claws are sunk deep into him, his Alpha's words dripping through his mind as Jungkook dumbly gurgles up melted groans.
Namjoon's hands slow on Jungkook's cock, petting over him and gently massaging at his inner thighs as he cooes.
"Such a good boy for me. You keep me satisfied and sated for so long, baby boy. All I can think about is devouring you over and over again as I wobble the piles of chub and blubbery rolls that you've left on my frame. You're melted into me, nothing more than thick, heavy fat in my gut."
Namjoon kisses down Jungkook's neck as he worships him with his hands and rains down slow, loving touches over him. Every inch of Jungkook feels weighed down and melty, his mind too slow to function. He doesn't know how much time passes of Namjoon caressing him with a heady combination of kisses and soothing circles from his hands, until Jungkook feels settled in his body and his eyes can flutter open.
He's gifted with the sight of Namjoon dragging his tongue slowly across the divot of Jungkook's navel, dipping into the widened, stretched pit cresting the middle of his stuffed gut. Jungkook groans in sated pleasure and slides his hands messily into Namjoon’s hair, enjoying the view as he's licked into and kissed.
Eventually, Namjoon rests his chin on the fatty curve of Jungkook's spit-slicked gut, and he smiles at him. Dimples cut into his fat cheeks.
"How was that, baby boy? Did you like it?"
Jungkook wants to laugh, cry, and yell all at the same time. What tumbles out of him is a delighted, elated mixture between a groan and a chuckle.
"Did I like it?"
Jungkook fists Namjoon’s hair and watches the way his boyfriend's unfairly long eyelashes flutter at the sensation. He tugs.
"Namjoon, I loved it."
Namjoon's smile turns pleased and cocky. "Mmmmm, yeah? You did?" He all but nuzzles into Jungkook's touch, eating up the praise at his hard work, as his own hands adoringly pet at Jungkook’s love handles.
"I loved it so, so much. I can't even-" Jungkook gasps, "you made me so dumb. So messy and stupid and- how you fed me? The way you dragged me down into headspace and then indulged the fuck out of me with your descriptions and story telling?" Jungkook dramatically groans. "You're a God."
Namjoon hums, incredibly pleased with himself as he enjoys Jungkook's fingers in his hair. He goads Jungkook for more affirmation, "You got off hard too."
"I got off so hard. I nearly passed out, it was so good. Consider my prey kink throughly satisfied, and my insatiable beast of a vore kink splayed out, gorged fat, and in a food coma on the floor." Jungkook grins back at him, indulging Namjoon in the aftercare and praise he knows that his boyfriend loves so much, especially when he services the fuck out of Jungkook and his kinks like this.
Namjoon hugs the sides of Jungkook's belly and uses his gut like a pillow, eyes sliding shut in pleasure as Jungkook tells him that he did a good job.
"I'm so happy that you like what I do for you, angel."
Jungkook cooes, scritching his nails affectionately at the nape of Namjoon’s neck. "I adore what you give me." He cups one of Namjoon’s cheeks, thumbing over the pretty flush. "But... my big boy needs some servicing of your own too, don't you? I don't want you to think that we're finished here, just because I got off and you didn't."
Namjoon exhales, peeking up lazily at Jungkook. He always gives Jungkook the whole world. "I enjoy serving you. I'm content, love. I promise."
Jungkook's lips turn up at the corners.
"Would you be more content with me riding your cock, whining that I'm pregnant and heavy with your puppies... and that you need to suck my tits or else they're going to leak milk?"
Namjoon's eyes fly open and his head presses up, cheeks darkening at Jungkook’s words. "You... you'd-" He stutters.
"I'll take that as a yes."
Jungkook tucks a finger under Namjoon’s chin. "Help get me to bed then, Alpha. I may not be able to move easily... but I am not wasting this stuffing on sleeping. Not when I could be bouncing on your cock and feeding your breeding kink in return for the yummy gift you just gave me."
been working on this one for a while! I hope you guys enjoy! i might in the future post a second chapter, or not. we'll see! PS. this is not a moodboard, i just put every picture that inspired me in here XD
Summary: When he begins to work for pop sensation Park Jimin, Jungkook considers himself lucky to even catch a glimpse of the idol's personal life. Little did he know, he would be getting much more than a glimpse after a few months of working for him. Discovering more about Jimin than he ever anticipated.
And maybe even discovering a lot about himself.
Or the one where Jimin and his boyfriend have the hots for the idol's big bodyguard.
A lot of people don’t look forward to their vacation ending, going back to work.
But Jungkook does.
As a celebrity bodyguard, his job could be considered dangerous. He has dealt with quite intimidating amounts of rabid fans. And shoved even more of them out of the way.
Some people in his line of work were also cursed with dealing with egocentrical celebrities. Ungrateful and degrading towards staff, with an air of superiority, looking down on everyone who they deem less important than them.
Luckily, that's not Jungkook’s case, at all.
He gets along great with his clients.
Maybe a little too good.
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Jungkook remembers it, though. Stopping Mr Min from entering Jimin’s changing room in one of his first days on the job. It was almost hard to recognize him with the sunglasses, beanie and facemask. But what can he say, he is a fan.
He tried explaining to Yoongi that no matter how famous he is, he is not allowed in.
And just when they were both starting to get frustrated, Jimin opened the door.
“Is everything okay?” Always so gentle with everyone, Jungkook tried to keep his client shielded from the unwelcome guest. Frown deep in his brow.
“Min-ah… What is this?” Luckily the rockstar doesn’t seem aggressive. His tone tired and almost pouty.
“Jungkookssi, he is allowed in.” He feels Jimin’s small hand pat on his shoulder. “Sorry for bothering you, I forgot to tell you Yoongi was coming over.” With a gentle smile, he guides Jungkook out of the way; who obeys his client’s request.
Not that Jimin could move him out of the way that easily. Or at all.
The popstar takes Yoongi’s hand, and as they walk inside the rockstar mumbles poutine. “Whats his problem?”
It only seems to make Jimin’s smile widen. “He’s my new body guard, baby. Be nice.”
That's all Jungkook gets to see, before the door is softly closed behind the pair.
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That wouldn’t be the last time he saw the infamous rockstar. Inevitably catching more and more glimpses of intimacy between the two celebrities.
It was impossible, then, to resist warming up to Min Yoongi. Who despite his controversial image in the media, was such a tender part of Jimin’s life. Especially once the bodyguard inevitably became closer with his client.
Jimin was truly attractive. And not just in the obvious sense of the word… Though, that too.
But the popstar was sweet, attentive, and inviting. While following him around constantly, Jungkook got to see the way Jimin charmed anything from elders who had no idea who he was, staff, camera crew, toddlers.
Hell… Jungkook has a theory that even animals seem to be lured towards him.
And whereas all this would only confuse the bodyguard as to why such a delightful person would be with… Min Yoongi of all people. The more he hung around the popstar, and by consequence the rock artist, the more Jungkook was able to separate Yoongi’s stage persona from the guy behind the scenes.
There for every one of Jimin’s gigs, usually with some bouquet, a bottle of champagne, or some form of expensive jewelry, depending on the scale of the venue; or how nervous Jimin had seemed the days leading up to the event. And he always made his way to congratulate him afterwards in his changing room.
He never made the same mistake of denying Yoongi entrance. Jungkook was glad to let him in; just knowing how happy his client would be to see the rock artist.
Turns out, the unlikely couple had a lot in common than Jungkook first anticipated. Jimin, as enticing and attractive and lovely as he was, held a heavy burden on his shoulders. And a lot of secrets.
Like most idols, the image he presents to the public isn’t fake but… Deeply curated. The moe he hung out with Jimin behind the scenes, the more Jungkook realized that. It wasn’t a facade, but… the idol would never show his tiredness or bad mood in front of fans… not even filming crew. Only catching the way his smile drops, and his shoulders drop once they’re in the privacy of Jimin’s van.
“Long day, huh?” He asks, with a sympathetic smile.
Even then, Jimin has the decency to smile back, eyes half lidded and tired. “You know it.” He looks out the window, and Jungkook is more than happy to leave it there. But the idol continues. “These kind of shoots… They’re just hard.”
The bodyguard tries to hide his shock. He doesn’t need Jimin to specify what he means…. Today was the last shooting for Jimin’s latest music video, where Jimin’s love interest was played by Shin Sekyung. The air in the studio was giddy, everyone knows this will be a huge collaboration.
But its easy to imagine why Jimin is drained out of his mind.
“I…I bet.” It's the most eloquent response he can come up with. Overwhelmed with the appreciation of his client trusting him this much. He can only hope the warm smile he offers shows that off.
“I get it.” He adds. Feeling a bit intimidated under Jimin’s full attention. Their eyes lock and Jungkook can only hope he gets his point across quietly. Given the little smile on the idol’s face, that seems a little less forced than when he first got into the car, Jungkook is willing to think he did.
“You have a few days off following up, though, right? You’ll get some time to rest?” It's an adrenaline rush, to see Jimin’s smile widen progressively the more they talk. Jungkook wants to make it more.
“I do. Yoongi gave me tickets for this weekend’s concert, I’m really excited for that.” His voice is so soft, in most of these quiet moments the bodyguard and him share together. But even more so when Jimin is talking about the rockstar. He doesn’t give Jungkook a chance to respond before asking. “Do you have plans?”
“I tried to get tickets to that concert too.” He confesses.
Suddenly, Jimin’s entire demeanour perks up. “You should come with me.”
“Really?” He can’t hide his shock this time. “You don’t have to-”
“Please, Yoon gave me two tickets to the box seats, I have no one to go with.”
His teeth sink into his bottom lip trying to resist his smile.And failing terribly. “Deal.”
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Jimin would also make his best effort to show up to Yoongi’s events; albeit having a more packed schedule as an idol artist. Now accompanied by Jungkook, the bodyguard got to see the roaring guitar solos, raspy voice and absolute presence that commanded entire violent seas of people.
His awe must show on the bodyguard’s face. “He is so cool, right?” Jimin giggled, snapping Jungkook from the trance Yoongi had set him in.
They share a knowing look, as a shy smile grows on Jungkook’s face. “Yeah, your boyfriend’s pretty cool.”
It catches him off guard when he says it. Jimin never admitted anything t him. and he doesn’t owe Jungkook anything.
He might be hallucinating, but he doesn’t miss the way Jimin’s eyes widen a little bit. Gaze still glued to the stage.
“Shut up, Kook.” The tenderness in his voice is palpable even through the roaring music. The edges of the bodyguard’s lips tug upwards. Getting enjoyment out of teasing his client.
That wasn’t a no.
And of course, after that concert was done, both Jungkook and Jimin were escorted backstage. But since Jimin’s appearances in Yoongi’s stages, and the rockstar’s public appearances in general were less common. The venue staff very much seemed to treat Jimin as just an important guest. Security looked the idol up and down with a questioning stare.
Jungkook wishes he could intervene but knows better than to say more than what Jimin is comfortable with. And his precautions are proven right when Yoongi’s manager comes out to interrogate Jimin.
“Oh. I was just wondering if I could congratulate AgustD-nim on his performance. But I understand if he is tired.” His polite smile and respectful tone tend to be irresistible; Jungkook has seen in real time, Jimin bend people’s will with an innocent looking smile. This time though, the rockstar’s manager doesn’t look convinced.
Its not until he went back inside to ask Yoongi himself that he wordlessly opens the door for the idol.
Jungkook was ready to stand by the door, next to what he presumes will be Yoongi’s own security staff, but Jimin’s little hand is wrapping around Jungkook’s thick wrist, and tugging him inside.
“Come on, you should tell him what you thought!”
His face widened, resistance showing in the way his heels tried to plant into the concrete. And while Jungkook could very much become an unmovable object to Jimin; he knows better than to cause a scene with his client. In front of all these people, no less.
He has to force himself not to cringe as he sees Yoongi’s face beam at the sight of Jimin, and drop confusedly at the sight of Jungkook being tugged right behind him. Once the door is closed, Jimin is leaping towards the rock artist.
“You were AMAZING!” Jimin thankfully cuts the silence, with spread open arms that hug around Yoongi. Whose confused expression melts away into a tried smile. Arms quickly wrapping around the popstar’s slender torso, and face turning to place a tender kiss on Jimin’s cheek.
Jungkook doesn’t know what to do with himself, the moment is so warm and intimate it feels like an intrusion for him to even see it. Especially after it was made clear that possibly no one in Yoongi’s staff knows about the rockstar’s lover. His eyes already scanning across the changing room for things to busy himself with.
Looks like Yoongi’s got quite a lot of sweets on his rider…
And he and Jimin hadn’t gotten the chance to stop by the food stands at the venue…
Just as his hand was reaching for the bowl of M&Ms, the couple separated. Jimin turns in the direction of his personal bodyguard.
“Jungkook thought it was really cool too.” The idol offers a giddy smile, and Jungkook can’t help but feel endearment. Jimin really just wants to shower his boyfriend with compliments.
He can help with that, a shy smile on his face as he walks up to the pair. “You really were. Better than anything I’ve seen in these past years.” And he means it.
“You like rock?” Luckily Yoongi doesn’t seem to take offense to Jungkook being there.
“Oh yeah, and your security protocol isn’t shabby either.” He jokes.
The tiniest bit of pride fills his chest as the rock artist chuckles.
“I hope they didn’t give you much trouble to get in.” He directs his eyes both to Jungkook and Jimin, who stays strapped to his side.
“I never saw someone take that long to let Jimin in anywhere.” Jungkook smiles, but it feels dangerous as he says it. Pointing out the obvious: Jimin’s staff know about the idol’s relationship. While Yoongi’s barely seemed to know who Jimin was.
The rockstar seems to pick up on it. But luckily doesn’t seem to mind Jungkook’s intrusion. “Management for non-idols is much more lax. I don’t really talk with them about anything outside of business.”
“It has its perks.” Jimin interjects. Keeping the harsher truth unsaid: The less number of people who know, the better. “Plus, it keeps me humble.” He adds with a bit of a joking tone.
Feeling like he has already overspoke, Jungkook limits himself to smile. “The show was really incredible.”
“I’m glad even if you came for work, you had a good time.” It's a stark contrast from the harsh persona Jungkook just saw on stage. Compared to the tired guy offering a wide, albeit drowsy smile at the bodyguard.
“It's hardly considered work. Jimin makes great company.” He only realizes how inappropriate it sounds the moment it comes out of his lips.
Definitely not something to say in front of your client’s boyfriend. Did he cross a line?
But Yoongi’s expression only brightens. “I get that a lot.” A soft chuckle leaves his lips, drifting from Jungkook to look at where Jimin had wandered off behind them.
He doesn’t get to turn around and look, before Jimin speaks up. “Kook, you should eat if you’re hungry.” When he does manage to turn, he sees the popstar holding the heavy bowl of M&Ms.
Jimin must notice the refusal about to leave the bodyguard’s lips, since he begins walking towards them, bowl in hand. “Yoon never finishes them. And we all saw you reach out to them.” He says sugary sweet, despite his teasing comment.
His face begins to burn, as a snort leaves the rockstar’s lips. “Don’t expose him like that, baby.” The pet name comes out gentler and quieter.
Jungkook recons he doesn’t get to say that in front of many people often. It only makes him feel like more of an intruder.
“I’m exposing myself for not feeding my staff properly.” Even though he called Jungkook his ‘staff’, Jimin’s smile still pours warmth. Especially as the idol pushes the bowl onto the bodyguard’s hands.
“I’m more than properly fed.” He chuckles shyly, feeling his blush worsen.
Jungkook has always been on the bigger side, even in average groups of people. But ever since he started working in the idol industry… He feels huge.
Especially now, when his client goes out of his way to feed him.
Nevertheless, as he says it, he scoops up a handful of chocolates to bring to his lips.
“Please, just help yourself.” Yoongi insists idly, before unceremoniously plopping onto the couch. Arm outstretched over the backrest, for his boyfriend to easily scooch close. Their bodies melting together. Jimin’s nose pressed to Yoongi’s sweaty neck, arm lazily thrown across the rockstar’s torso.
He catches himself staring. Feeling entranced by the relationship he gets to see when the public doesn’t, whilst embarrassed by said fascination, while also feeling proud the two music artists feel comfortable enough with Jungkook being there.
It's too conflicting, and he isn’t gonna figure it out standing there, so he makes his way to a lone chair to sit by. With one hand on his phone and the other permanently going to the bowl balanced on his lap; secured in place by his belly and the edge of the table.
Truth is, he was pretty hungry.
He doesn’t even notice how much he was eating. So easy to scarf down chocolate by the mouthful. Too focused on giving the couple some privacy, to give his body room for any fullness cues.
Not until his fingers brush the bottom of the bowl.
His eyes widened, looking down for the first time since he relegated himself to eating. And sure enough, the family-sized bowl is nearly empty. With Jungkook’s bloated belly now sinking into the edge of the bowl noticeably more than when he first started.
It had been a couple of years already, that his belly had started taking real estate on Jungkook’s lap. But as of right now, it looked like he had swallowed a beach ball. Shirt doing a poor, but arduous, job at covering the whole thing. And doing absolutely nothing to hide it.
Feeling his face overheat, Jungkook glances to the side. Checking if the couple noticed his gorging.
They’re where he last left them, though cuddled a lot closer, leaning towards one another as Jimin seems to show Yoongi some videos on his phone.
“I could never do that.” The rockstar chuckles.
“Your fans would go crazy seeing you do a cute dance challenge like this, come on.” Jimin scoffs, shaking his head.
“I’m not cute like you.” He turns to the idol, speaking tenderly, with an amused smile.
“I could teach you.” Jungkook has seen Jimin get a wide giddy smile out of the rockstar, and right now is no exception.
If it weren’t for his uncontrollable binge eating, this would actually be a nice moment to witness. Instead of the awkward paralyzing conundrum he’s gorged himself to. But he hadn’t known awkwardness yet, because Jimin catches sight of him staring.
Jimin’s idol smile is easy as always. “I knew you were hungry.” He comments, petrifying Jungkook on the spot.
And as if to make matters worse, Yoongi turns his head in curiosity. The bodyguard catches sight of the way his eyebrows rise at the sight of the emptied bowl on Jungkook’s hands.
In this moment, where the feeling of being absolutely stuffed makes him overheat, where Jungkook feels too big for his clothes… too big for the room he is in….
For the people he is with…
The most dignified thing he can do in such a humiliating situation is to laugh it off.
“Hah.” He chuckles, feeling himself a little breathless with the sheer amount of food he ate. The bodyguard looks down at himself. “You were right.”
Jungkoook wishes the ground would swallow him whole.
“But that’s not a proper meal…” Yoong objects softly.
And, oh god, Jungkook can’t prepare himself for the lecture about calories and processed fats that he is sure is about to start. Especially not now, that he’s finally managed to get closer to the rockstar.
“That’s not gonna keep you full at all.” Yoongi says instead, against all of the bodyguard’s forecasts. Jungkook can’t hide his shock, looking back up at the couple.
He’s met with Yoongi’s warm smile. “I would know, I eat these before and after every show.” The rockstar adds.
“I…I feel pretty full.” Jungkook seriously doubts Yoongi eats the entire bowl, or even half of it. But he feels the edges of his lips tagging upwards shyly.
“Well, Yoon and I were gonna leave together and tell our driver to stop by some fast food place on the way.” Jimin interjects. “Come with us, and if you’re hungry by the time we get there you can eat something before Mr. Choi drops you off?”
Jungkook’s mouth is already opening to say that's not necessary. He definitely doesn’t need more take out.
But the rockstar beats him to it. “That’s a great idea, Min.” He smiles towards his boyfriend before standing up from the couch with a tired grunt.
“I--I wouldn’t want to intrude…” He manages to say, although it comes out weaker than he had intended.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Jungkook.” The popstar says, sounding the closest he’s ever come to being annoyed. “I was gonna drop you off anyway.”
True…
“Besides, if you liked the show, I have a few songs from some other bands I could show you.” Yoongi adds, not nearly as exasperated.
That does sound nice…
“Right? Let's go!” Jimin stands up determined.
Did Jungkook say that out loud?
He definitely does not feel like eating another meal as he stands up, and properly gets to feel the sheer stretch and gravity of his bloat. But, he keeps his complaints to himself. With his hand sneakily offering support, settled on the side of his swollen belly.
Turns out, getting Jimin and Yoongi to leave together would be a much bigger, convoluted feat than he thought at first. But it makes sense, a concert venue has too much staff that could spot the two celebrities getting into the same car. The rockstar will leave in his motorcycle as usual, identity mostly hidden by his helmet.
Of course, fans would know it was him as they await him outside the concert entrance. But further into town, where Yoongi would park his bike and wait to be picked up, he is just another bystander.
A bystander getting into a random black van. Where Jimin and Jungkook happened to be waiting for him.
He climbs inside, helmet still on. And when Jungkook sees his black long hair flow into motion as Yoongi takes it out… He definitely understands what his client sees in this guy.
Jimin’s van has rows of backseats facing each other. So Jungkook naturally sat in front of Jimin, in a row by himself, letting Yoongi squeeze in next to Jimin. Cause frankly, he doesn’t know if he’d fit with the two of them at his sides…
Not with the way his thighs need to spread to make room for his belly… especially after stuffing himself the way he did.
He is used to going on Jimin’s ride, they work together after all. But almost never does it involve seeing the idol cuddled up to his boyfriend’s shoulder. Endearingly sleepier than Yoongi, who just put on a 3 hour rock performance.
Jungkook is once again left feeling like an intruder, watching himself as to not breathe too loud. Even unconsciously sucking in his stomach. As if to make himself disappear.
Though, Yoongi has other plans. “You know, I think you’d really enjoy listening to Dasutt, they’re a huge inspiration for my music.”
Jungkook doesn't even get to show his enthusiasm, the rock artist is already pulling out his phone excitedly. Giddy, gummy, smile taking over his face. It's so cute, despite the whiplash he gets from the rock music; playing too softly for the intensity of the genre. But both men had enough noise for the night.
He lets Jungkook listen through most of the song. But little comments about music theory, choice of distortion and symbolic lyrics make their way out of Yoongi. The bodyguard can see the way each comment slips its way out of Yooning's lips against his will. Losing the inner battle of letting Jungkook enjoy the songs, whilst wanting to tell him every reason why the song is so good.
It's fun, and unfamiliar. Even if he and Yoongi were on good terms, after Jungkook’s brief apprehension to let the rockstar into his client’s changing room, Yoongi and him hardly get any time alone like this.
It’s nice.
The car is suddenly rolling around and before he knows it, they make it to the drive-through.
“Finally, I was starving.” Yoongi sits up, patting a snoring Jimin on the hands that were clasped around the rockstar’s arm. “Baby, what do you want to eat?” He whispers to the idol in a much gentler tone; as JImin first blinks awake.
“Chicken nugget.” He mumbles determined, albeit sleepy. Face puffy with sleep and lips perpetually pouty.
And suddenly, two pairs of eyes are on him. “And you?” Yoongi asks.
“Oh I–I had all that chocolate earlier..” Sure, Jungkook’s bloat had lessened significantly.
But still, he shouldn’t.
“And I told you it wasn’t a real meal.” The rockstar argues easily. “Come on, just get something in case you get hungry later.”
“He’s right.” Jimin mumbles, eyes squinted towards Jungkook accusingly.
Incredibly aware of his bloat, less tight but still very much stretching his shirt. He compiles and orders a burger.
Jungkook doesn’t have to eat it… If he doesn’t want to.
Yet… When they get their food, and Jungkook has a warm, oily bag sat on his lap…
His will weakens.
Seeing the couple eat hungrily in front of him, letting the air of fries and grease fill the room.
The bodyguard’s hands twitch trying to resist it.
He only manages to do so until the car made it out of the fast food parking lot. Before his hands reach into the bag, almost frantically unwrapping the burger.
I’m not even hungry…. He thinks to himself before stretching his lips to take a tall bite.
But as soon as he does, he feels the pair of eyes on him again, both Yoongi and Jimin stealing a glance, unknowingly in sync.
“I knew you were hungry.” Jimin smiles, chicken nuggets between his plump lips, and a knowing smile on his face.
Too embarrassed to admit the sheer gluttony behind his actions, Jungkook can only smile. “You know me well.”
The answer seems to please the idol, a smile spreading lazily. If it weren’t so dark, Jungkook could swear he feels Jimin’s eyes scan over his body. Giving him the impossible urge to make himself smaller on his seat.
All too aware of the limited space on his lap for the takeout bag, and the tightness of the seatbelt sinking gently against his belly.
“You’re only boosting his ego, just so you know.” Yoongi chuckles affectionately in between ravenous bites of his meal.
He has an excuse to eat that way, he thinks. Noticing how Jungkook was further done with his burger than the rock artist who was coming out of a grueling performance.
“It's not my fault I have reasons for a big ego.” Jimin shrugs, making both men snort at the popstar’s smug tone.
Jungkook couldn't think of a more humble person if he tried.
“Sure you do.” The bodyguard mumbles after a thick swallow. All thoughts about trying to eat slower disappeared as soon as they appeared to him. “Will you actually go ahead and let me compliment you?” Jungkook raises an eyebrow, enjoying the way Jimin’s face burns pink under the street lights..
“Pft! Bahahahah!” An uncharacteristically bright laugh leaves Yoongi’s lips. Endearment evident in his body and making him bend forward. “Never!”
“Yah! Jimin’s complaints hold no authority, his boyfriend continues.
“Not unless you wanna hear 2 hours of him complimenting you back.”
“You don’t know what it's like to go to music shows and awards with him.” Jungkook shakes his head in warning. “It takes us an extra hour for him to leave before he is done congratulating back anyone who compliments his performance.”
“I don’t appreciate you two ganging up on me.” Jimin folds his arms over his chest, but the severity of his tone lessens with his big smile.
“You should’ve thought about that when you made us befriend each other.” Yoongi’s words make the bodyguard widen.
Friends, he likes the sound of that.
And also, he is done with his meal…. In record time too.
But, more importantly, he is so full he has to subtly tug at the seatbelt to loosen it around his ballooned stomach. Barely able to stop his hand from rubbing soothing circles onto his bloat.
“Jungkookssi.” The driver calls out gently, as the car comes to a stop. Announcing the bodyguard’s drop off.
“Thanks for coming over to the concert.” Yoongi smiles warmly. “And for teasing Jimin with me,” He adds with a snicker.
“Yeah, it was really fun.” The idol drops the act of feign indignation. “See you on Monday, Kook.”
“Don’t even thank me. I had a really good time.” And Jungkook means it.
Though, there is a more pressing issue, quite literally, happening on the waistband of his pants.
He can practically feel his belly expand further as he unbuckles his seat belt. The hem of his shirt menacingly brushing against his belly. The very real threat of ridding up his bloated stomach hanging over him. Now that he doesn't have the pressure of the seatbelt keeping it in place.
Jungkook can’t wait to get these pants off. And as humiliating as it is to admit, his overindulgence is tugging him away from the amazing time he had with the couple.
Pathetically, he shifts on his seat, scooting towards the car door. Clutching the paper takeout bag close to his belly instinctively.
If the feeling of his love handles nakedly brushing against the leather of the seat is anything to go by… His shirt is riding up already.
“See you guys.” Jungkook manages to smile, already feeling his cheeks burn. “Thanks for dinner.”
He makes it out of the van with his belly peeking and almost none of his dignity left.
As he hurriedly adjusts his clothes, tucking in his shirt in the skin tight waistband of his pants in an attempt to make it stay put, he looks up. Jungkook meets both Jimin and Yoongi’s eyes staring back at him.
Or, more specifically, eyes fixated on the bodyguard’s hands, while they try to fix his shirt.
It's only for a split second, barely giving him time to register or confirm what he saw. “Rest up!” Jimin yells as the couple leave his plain of sight before the heavily tinted glass.
Jungkook watches as the car drives by. Cheeks still hot with a mixture of embarrassment and something he can’t quite put his finger on…
Can’t or… doesn’t want to.
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He can’t really erase the feeling of being watched, even throughout his weekend. Which Jungkook spends for the most part in his boxers, free from any constraining clothes.
But every time he found himself eating junk (which happened more times than he’d like to admit) and ended up stuffed (also happened quite a lot) he couldn’t help but think back to the couple’s gaze on him.
Trying to read their thoughts to the sight of the bodyguard looking like such a glutton.
Would they be disappointed? Disgusted even?
It definitely doesn’t get in the way of Jungkook’s performance at work. He’s only been getting stronger, and a lot of the tightness he feels from his shirts aren’t just his gut, but his arms too. He doubts the couple had that on their mind…
Why is he even thinking about it? On Monday he will go with Jimin to a sponsored event and the bodyguard will be able to bask in the normalcy of their dynamic and let go of these thoughts.
Speaking of, he should stop by tomorrow to get himself some new clothes for said event. It's not the kind of palace where Jungkook can get away wearing the stretchy pants he’s been limited to wearing lately.
That’s what he gets for working for a Dior ambassador.
Besides, there’s always a lot of fans at these sorts of things. Fans who, not to brag, have started to recognize Jungkook as the new bodyguard of their favorite idol.
And whether it's in the form of appreciation for protecting Jimin, or angry yelling when Jungkook swiftly pushes them away in front of the popstar's personal bubble on Jimin’s way to the airport. He enjoys the attention.
Now, though, Jungkook can’t help but wonder if his gluttonous tendencies will be visible to the public eye too. What horrible reaction could he get from Jimin’s fans if he were to show up in his old suit?
Of course, he’d never do it. He treasures his job, and has grown to actually care about Jimin’s wellbeing and career.
But… How would he look if he were to use that old suit?
There’s no shame in finding out. After all, it might not be as bad as he thinks.
Jungkook might just save himself 400,000 won.
And a trip to the big and tall store.
It feels almost mischievous to drop the spot where he has nestled himself on the couch as he makes his way towards his room. Leaving behind a small massacre of wrappers of different things he had been snacking on before deciding what to make for dinner.
Turns out, that time at Yoongi’s concert was hardly the first time Jungkook had made himself stuffed before dinner. He doesn’t know why he was so freaked out then.
Maybe he hadn’t realized he did it until he had both Yoongi’s and Jimin’s eyes on his peeking belly.
He spots his suit pretty easily, abandoned in its traveling case. Pulling it out, Jungkook can already tell he was several sizes smaller when he last wore it. Back on Jimin’s last promotional period.
It wasn’t that long ago…
In an attempt to give this a fair try, Jungkook slips his white tanktop as an undershirt. The stretchy material slips in easily and comfortably over his body. But it only manages to stay clinging to his underbelly for about a second, riding up to his sunken belly button after Jungkook takes a single breath.
Already a telling start. Yet Jungkook finds himself reaching for the button up shirt anyway. Slipping his arms in, immediately trapped by the tightness of the seams.
So he really has been getting buffer.
He eyes the sleeves, arms looking completely encapsulated before he gives a small flex. Staring in admiration as the fabric stretches taut, muscle of his bicep bulging.
Jungkook doesn’t think he could lift his arms with this on.
Should be enough evidence that the suit will most definitely not fit. But there's something enticing about testing just how much of himself fits.
Of seeing how much he grew.
Jungkook might have gained muscle, but it didn't come without a little extra.
Said extra pokes proudly from between the flaps of the shirt, round and pillowy and beginning to obstruct Jungkook's view of his own feet: his belly.
Already feeling the two ends of his button up brush against the sides of his stomach, he knows there's no way it will button all the way. Maybe that's why Jungkook starts by the top buttons.
The first around his neck feels fine. But he doesn't make it one button down his chest before his pecs begin to look for ways to escape their claustrophobic enclosure. Malleable and puffy, and not nearly as muscular as they used to be.
They button, but not without leaving visible patches of skin in between each button. Yet, not as incriminating as the perfect outline of his chest. Fatty, and almost obscene-looking.
Jungkook can even see the dark outline of his nipples.
With warmth clinging to his cheeks, he continues. Already holding his breath in anticipation. Only feeling an easy button slip in at the very crest of his belly. But it's accompanied by the feeling of the sides of the shirt hugging his love handles and waist. Thicker than it ever was.
He can only relish in the sensation for a moment, since a true problem comes up. Jungkook tugs, and instead of meeting, the two ends of the shirt squeeze the ball of fat between them.
His belly is in the way.
Teeth sinking into his lip, he takes a deep breath, sucking in his bulging stomach. It reduces the size a little bit, but not nearly enough for a button to slip in.
"Fuck..." He finds himself breathing out. Hands hurrying to try the buttons underneath the big dome of his gut instead.
His arms feel tight just reaching around. Jungkook isn't sure if it's the sleeves or the fact his stomach is really getting this big.
And he doesn't know which option he likes more.
The two buttons right by his waistband of his boxers do slip in, but only work as shapewear of sorts: lifting his belly and making it protrude even further out of the four buttons Jungkook is forced to leave open.
Slowly, he turns towards the mirror, making sure not to move too suddenly... Or breathe in too deep.
Starting back at him, Jungkook is me with his fattened body. Arms stuffed in too tight, not able to lower all the way by his sides. Chest threatening to pop any and all buttons of his chest; looking far from the tender muscle he used to have. It's already started to lose its circular shape, beginning to sag the slightest bit down towards his belly... The star of the show.
Stuffed into his shirt, the poor stretched fabric clinging to his sides so tightly every roll stacked on his waist showed. They seemed small in comparison to his plump thickened love handles that sat happily at either side of his hips. That gripped the shirt so tight, they kept the shirt from riding up. While his belly poured out of the undone buttons, doughy and so soft looking.
He stares at himself in awe, tentatively, his hands reaching for the exposed skin. Pushing his fingers in against his fatty middle. Before caressing the thickened outline of his waist.
Guess it doesn't fit.
Yet... There is no harm in seeing if he can salvage the pants...
Eerily aware of his legs rubbing together he fishes them out of the hanger and begins to slip them on. The slight bending over he has to do to put his legs through makes a button at the top of his belly come undone.
He feels huge. And that's even before he begins to pull the slacks up his legs. Immediately noticing the lack of breathing from as soon as he reaches his thighs. With a tightening grip, Jungkook closes his eyes and pulls.
His ass barely makes it in, waistband dragging tightly over the ballooned curve. Just like his undershirt, the body guard's briefs are very much visible on his thighs.
Jungkook doesn't even want to think about what the view must be from behind.
So they're a little tight, but it's not as dire of a situation as his button up. His arms circle his body towards the slack's flaps. Making sure the waistband sits right under his hips and gut.
It's been a while since he's been able to see his own crotch. So he uses the mirror to guide his hands. The waistband sinks into his hips to make it, but Jungkook manages to button and zip his pants up.
The tightness makes naked skin pour out of the waistband from above. Yet the shirt is stretched far too thin to make room for it. Leaving a slab of fat adoring all around Jungkook's torso.
He can only look at himself in awe. Overheating from the claustrophobic fit of his clothes and... arousal...
He looks huge
Startling him out of his trance, his phone starts ringing.
And not just any phone call, Jimin's latest single blares from his phone. Which means the idol is calling him now.
Now.
Saturday at 1:30 am. His stomach churns in both worry and humiliation. Scrambling towards his phone, the movement of his legs restricted by the tightness of his pants. Making his rushing more of a pathetic waddle.
"Hello? Jimin?" Worry pours from his voice.
"Jungkook?" It's not the idol's voice he hears... but Yoongi's "Sorry I know it's late I just... I didn't know who else to call."
His words do nothing to soothe Jungkook's nerves. "Is everything okay? Where's Jimin?"
"He is fine... We are at his apartment." The rockstar's voice becomes uncharacteristically shy. "I just... I can't get him up."
The bodyguard frowns puzzled. "Up? Up from where?"
"Uhm... You know how Jimin can't really hold his liquor?"
"Historically."
"I-I didn't keep track of him, and now... I can't get him to bed..."
There's a beat of silence, as Jungkook processes what is being asked of him. "K-kook?" Yoongi mumbles with an uneasiness in his voice that makes it almost unrecognizable.
It's...cute.
Jungkook finds himself smiling. "I'll be there." A chuckle attached at the edge of his sentence after hearing the rockstar's audible sigh. "Just make sure he doesn't hurt himself, hm?"
Yoongi must be feeling the effect of his drink too, because he is pretty sure the rockstar nods before he realizes he has to answer. "Yes!"
It's only after the initial shock and entertainment washes off, and he stands up beginning to rush to the car, Jungkook's more pressing problem resurfaces.
He is stuffed, belly jostling with each step. Jungkook's usual jiggle, heavier with all the food he's been gorging throughout the day. Yet contained in the struggling grip of his old suit's buttons.
Which he still has on. He realizes as he squeezes himself into his car. The naked belly, the pouch pouring from the opened buttons, presses to the steering wheel.
Jungkook can't go like this. But he doesn't want to leave them waiting...
He pushes the seat back, before finishing to undo the few buttons he had managed to do. Letting his gut spread the ends of his shirt apart. Undershirt looking more like a crop top before Jungkook tries tugging it under the waistband of his pants.
His pants are undone...
Whatever. He'll deal with that when he gets there. He starts the car, speeding towards Jimin's place.
Paranoia always follows him whenever he visits the idol's apartment. He's heard too many stories about the fans that tried to get their way past Jimin's password lock. But the fear is especially strong now, as Jungkook' parks right by the front door, taking a deep breath as he makes his way out of the car belly first.
Imagine if a fan were to catch him like this. Tugging at his undershirt to hide his ballooned belly. He has to shake his head to focus as he makes it to the door.
Yoongi opens, looking red-cheeked and disheveled. "Oh my god, thank you for coming." He offers a gummy, timid smile.
"You almost gave me a heart attack with this call." He chuckles making his way inside. Hand instinctively clutching his button up closed.
"I'm sorry. I hope I didn't wake you… Did anyone see you come in?" Yoongi’s anxiety pours with every word.
Jungkook doesn’t know if the rockstar is asking because of his secret relationship to Jimin, or because of the bodyguard’s ridiculous outfit. Probably both.
Still, he makes an effort to respond softly. “The street was empty. But I parked in the garage Mr.Choi tends to use just in case.” As he tries to reassure Yoongi, his mind wanders as he looks around the apartment. He's only been here once or twice in the time he's worked for Jimin.
But he definitely doesn't remember the rose petals on the floor.
And there's definitely a lot of candles lit...
Oh, and that's all the wine they drank... along with some opened chocolate boxes.
Is he interrupting something?
"U--uh... we were having a little bit of a special night." Yoongi explains. “Most of our dates have to be inside…”
Did Jungkook say that outloud? Again?
"Where is he?" When he turns, he notices Yoongi isn't exactly dressed. Keeping a bathrobe closed with his hand much like Jungkook is doing with his shirt.
The only reason he doesn't gawk is because the bodyguard knows how inappropriately he is dressed too. And maybe if he ignores Yoongi's, the rockstar will ignore him right back.
"In the bathroom..." Yoongi winces as he says it.
Ah...
"Okay.." Jungkook tries to keep his blush at bay, as he lets the rockstar lead the way.
The situation is as incriminating as Jungkook had first thought.
Jimin, graceful, charming, dignified, Jimin, laid sprawled out on the tub. Head resting against the wall, while the rest of his body floated wonky on the bubbly water.
His naked body, mind you.
It seems Yoongi did a very poor attempt to drape another bathroom robe over the idol's body; letting it soak and hug Jimin’s silhouette. Lithe body, the slender, unreal, curve of his waist, the muscle of his thighs and…. the outline of his bulge.
As soon as Jungkook walks in, the idol’s head looks up drowsily.
"Hey Kook!" He smiles, but his face is tinted a shade of pink, maybe embarrassed, maybe because of the wine. Hands pulling up the robe to cover his chest, and in consequence revealing more and more of his muscular naked thighs.
The bodyguard has to fight his own face from widening. But he can't do anything to stop it from overheating. "What happened here, Min?" He asks softly, enjoying the popstar's giddy smile.
"Can't get up..." He says simply, arms uncoordinatingly reaching for the edges of the tub.
"And your boyfriend?" A chuckle leaves his lips, remembering Yoongi's desperate tone.
Jimin seems to find it entertaining too, a snort bubbling from the drunk man. "Pft!! I think I have a better chance of lifting him up. Any day." His smug smile grows, even if the fact he has to look up at Jungkook is giving Jimin the biggest puppy eyes. "Help me?"
"Let's get you to bed." He leans down sitting on the edge of the tub, next to the popstar. "I'm sure Yoongi is eager to have you there." He comments idly, as his hands fidget over Jimin's body, assessing how to pick him up without jeopardizing the idol’s modesty.
A bubbly giggle leaves his lips. "We were having fun." The confirmation does nothing for Jungkook... not when the couple had already been barging in the bodyguard's own fantasies.
"You don't say." Jungkook muses with a casual smile, even if it's forced. His hands sink into the lukewarm water. Trying to hold Jimin by the shoulders, then his arms, or waist.
"So... I'd really like to go back to bed..." He purses his lips.
"Yeah, I know. I just need to figure out how to do it." Jungkook scans Jimin's body, his naked collarbones... His toned arms...
"This can't be your first time lifting someone up." Jimin snorts.
"Some this naked, yes." He retorts with a smile. Deciding to lift the idol up by his armpits, holding the robe up along with it. Water pours from both the idol and the garment covering him.
"Well... You're not that dressed either." The popstar muses with a pout, and makes Jungkook freeze where he is sat besides Jimin.
Suddenly all too aware of how ridden up his undershirt is, or how he absolutely forgot to button up his pants. And how close his belly is to brushing Jimin's body.
"Were you having a fun Saturday too?" Jimin asks with a smile that is all too knowing.
Yes.
"I... I was just trying on a suit for... for our Monday event." He confesses blushed, technically true.
"You can't wear this one." Jimin deadpans.
"Y-yeah, I know." He grunts a bit, lifting the deadweight that is his client. Bringing Jimin to press against him and hold the robe with the pressure of their two bodies. Cold, wet, robe, pressing against his torso. Dampening his undershirt and soaking his naked belly.
"You are bursting out of it." The idol adds, alcohol taking away all of his media training.
"I--I know." He whispers. All too conscious of Jimin's entire backside being stark naked, catching a glimpse of his naked back in the foggy mirror.
The idol drapes his arms over Jungkook’s shoulders, pressing impossibly closer. Only the robe separating Jungkook’s naked belly from Jimin’s own naked torso.
He is trying really hard not to think about how the pop star practically sinks into his pillowy torso. Blushing as his eyes meet Yoongi for the first time since going into the bathroom.
The rockstar’s expression is unreadable, slightly widened, but completely stoic. “I–Ignore him.” He chuckles embarrassed. “He loses his filter if he so much as smells alcohol nearby.”
Jungkook begins to follow Yoongi towards the bedroom. “He is right, though. I…I put on a few…” Admitting it alone feels warm in the pit of his stomach.
“You do need bigger clothes.” Yoongi agrees, offering an easy smile over his shoulder. “But it suits you.”
It's the bodyguard’s turn to widen. “You think so?” He asks leaning down to gently untangle a cozied up Jimin onto the bed. The bed will be soaked but… that's not his problem. “I don’t want to get too out of shape for the job.” Not to mention, show how much he let go in front of his clients.
“Oh please, you definitely still got it.” Yoongi chuckles, crossing his arms as he looks at Jungkook from the side, who’s become increasingly aware of the way his belly pours out from between the flaps of his opened pants.
Or how the opened button up still hugs Jungkook’s chubby sides, leaving little to the imagination. “I wouldn't have felt comfortable calling even one of my own staff for something like this.” Yoongi confesses.
And Jungkook knows he means it. None of the rockstar’s security staff knows he is having date nights with anyone.
He finally manages to get Jimin to unpeel himself from the bodyguard. Standing up straight with a warm smile. “That means a lot.”
It's a prideful moment to make Yoongi blush for a change. In that brief moment of silence, Jungkook becomes aware of his undershirt sitting under his flabby chest. Quickly adjusting it to cover his entire belly… at least until he moves again.
Not that it makes much of a difference, the water makes his undershirt nearly see through.
Picking up conversation as if to distract Yooongi from his doughy body. “I… don’t think I would’ve felt comfortable interrupting the romantic dinner of any other client.” He can only assume Jimin has told his boyfriend that Jungkook is queer too. But he hopes the message gets across.
The rockstar giggles. “Well the mood was already dead when Minnie was too drunk to stand up. And I was too weak to get him up.” He snorts.
“Pft! The night is still young.” He smiles looking down. Jimin completely sprawled out in bed, eyes closed, breathing softly. “You might still get something out of this one.” Jungkook’s chuckle is sarcastic, but endeared. Not really noticing how he just implied his two client’s possibly fucking after Jungkook leaves.
Both conscious men blush at his comment.
Out of line, Jeon.
“I think I’ll just let him rest.” Yoongi chuckles, but even in the dim lighting the pink hue of his cheeks show.
“I’ll…I’ll let you to it, then.” As he turns to leave, Yoongi calls out to him again.
“Please make sure no one sees you on your way down to the garage.”
When he looks over his shoulder, the rockstar has a serious expression. So he makes sure to mirror his conviction when he nods. “I will.”
The entire ride home is haunted by an eerie silence. Hands gripping onto the steering wheel as he tries to ignore the overheating of his body. The naked pouring fat of his belly damp and hot against the cold seatbelt and the fabric of his slacks against his underbelly.
Mind racing with everything that happened to him in the few minutes at the idol’s apartment. Or, more importantly, his body’s reaction to everything that was said to him.
Sure, he’s put on weight, and did very little to try and hide it; let alone do anything to stop it. But Jimin had always been polite enough to not even hint that he noticed.
Yet tonight, he told Jungkook he is “bursting out of his suit”
And he should hate it. He should be considering it a human resources violation.
Jungkook can’t stop thinking about it.
Or Yoongi, who much more sober, had managed to treat Jungkook’s ballooned body much more delicately. Telling the bodyguard it “suits him”. But the rockstar’s words, and his eyes on Jungkook’s body would not leave his mind.
Not to mention, the even guiltier enjoyment of Jungkook being the one to pick Jimin up. And not his boyfriend. Yoongi had to stand back and watch as Jungkook picked a naked durnk Jimin up and carried him to their bed.
Fuck.
It's quite a sleepless night. Of Jungkook ignoring his body’s ques of arousal. ANd his body repaying the favor plaguing his mind.
He does end up going to the big and tall store the next day. And, what’s worse, it fits him like a glove. Today he is haunted by very different ghosts than the ones haunting his dreams last night.
For starters, how exactly will Jungkook face his client tomorrow? If the night after Yoongi’s concert had left the bodyguard craving normalcy, after last night, Jungkook wondered if he’d even be able to pretend like nothing happened.
He would ask for advice to any of his colleagues in the industry, but he doesn’t trust himself to speak without his guiltier feelings peeking through.
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That’s how he finds himself today, in the van driving to Jimin’s apartment to pick the idol up for his sponsored event. Riddled with nerves.
He pretty much holds his breath when he sees Jimin walk out and get inside the car. Memories of his naked, sprawled out body unhelpfully popping in his brain. The silence and tension is palpable as the idol climbs inside, sitting in front of Jungkook.
The smile he offers is gentle and timid. Jungkook does his best effort to smile back. Nerves being overshadowed by the need to keep his job. He can play dumb if he has to.
"Hey." He bites the bullet, uttering the first words. Though, the bodyguard quickly realizes the next words about to come out of his mouth were 'How was your weekend?' which feels a little too close to talking about what happened.
Luckily, Jimin takes it from there. "Hi Kook." All of the idol's media training can be seen, as he tries to overcompensate his shy demeanor.
Unluckily for Jungkook, Jimin is braver than he is. "Uhm... I'm really, really sorry about Saturday." He says abruptly.
The bodyguard's mouth begins to open, not entirely sure what he's going to say.
Jimin beats him to it. "F-for calling you outside of work hours.. and-and putting you in that uncomfortable situation and seeing me like...that. It's unacceptable." The idol's composure lessens with each word of his apology. Frown deepening uncharacteristically, and hands frantically gesturing with concern. Unable to keep eye contact with Jungkook.
Though he quickly corrects himself, Jimin's head snaps towards the bodyguard with a hardened stare. Lips curling downwards in a way Jungkook's only seen Jimin do when he is holding back tears.
But Jungkook has only seen that from the comfortable distance of the stage. And the bodyguard is nowhere near the reason behind the idol's tears.
"I'm really sorry." Jimin finishes, lips pressing into a thin line, anticipating his response.
Jungkook, whose heart is breaking at the sight of his client like this. Everything in his words promised distance, an acceptable work apology; from an employer to an employee. But everything in Jimin's body shows just how moved he is by the entire ordeal.
Selfishly, it makes the bodyguard less guilty about how affected he had felt.
"Jimin... it...it's really okay." Jungkook speaks softly. "I was already awake, and I'm happy to help."
"I scolded Yoongi later for calling you over." He confesses with a pout.
A smile begins to grow on Jungkook's face. "He did the right thing, Min-ah. I would have been angry if I heard you injured yourselves because you were too respectful to call."
After Jimin had shown him such vulnerability, even if his words stayed workplace appropriate, he felt capable of taking the leap to do the same.
"I'm... I'm happy you consider me someone you can call. Trusting me I'll go help out. Because I will." His confidence grows with every word, because it's true.
In spite of Jungkook's own... inappropriate feelings, he really didn't hesitate to rush to Jimin's place.
Jimin who is looking at him with the biggest, puppiest, eyes.
"You really don't mind?"
Jungkook's smile only widens. "I don't mind. And, more than that, I want to." The warmth in his voice must show, as the edges of Jimin's lips also begin to turn upwards. He considers his next words carefully. “I know you guys… Don’t have that many people to rely on. I want to be that for you.”
The idol manages to smile, but it's sad. “We don’t… But I trust you."
"Good."
"Just... Let us make it up to you some time? Please?"
"You really don't have to." A chuckle attaches to the end of his sentence.
"Please?" Jimin's expression becomes impossibly sadder. "Just let us get you some dinner."
"You already give me dinner all the time." Jungkook raises an eyebrow.
"A special one!" Jimin protests, making the bodyguard's laughter impossible to hold in. "I'm serious!" The idol roars.
"I know. I know. That's what makes it so cute." He says sweetly, expression softening at the sight of Jimin deflating. "I'd love dinner." It was never in his plans to say no. Not when spending time with the couple had been so easy.
Well, when Jungkook isn't walking in the middle of a romantic dinner date.
Though, he has to admit, the way Jimin ripped the bandaid off is already making the bodyguard feel lighter. Smile genuine as he looks up at the idol. "Thank you, Min."
The pop star's chest puffs up proudly, lips cutely pursed. "Of course. It's the least we can do."
There it is, that taste of normalcy Jungkook had been craving the entire weekend.
He can feel himself relax, it seems like the lapses in their dynamic are pretty much over, for good. "You just let me know when your next free evening is."
"Hopefully we don't have to wait a month." Jimin snorts. "I like your new suit, by the way." He smiles confidently, eyeing Jungkook.
It's the bodyguard's time to perk up, before his eyebrow raises accusingly. "What was wrong with my old one?!" He asked jokingly outraged, enjoying the bubbly laughter that leaves the pop star's chest.
"Nothing. You looked show stopping." Jimin plays along, his choice of words making Jungkook giggle too.
"THAT for sure. But I didn't want to upstage the idol, so..." He shrugs theatrically.
"Oh, thank you so much. That's so considerate of you." Says Jimin, famously impossible to upstage, in his designer suit.
"You know me... Always ready to help the desperate, the needy... and the drunk."
The cackle that comes out of Jimin's mouth is rare, convulsing from the car seat. "Oh that's rich! Bringing up my lowest moment like that!" He yells but all seriousness abandons his face.
"Lowest because you were laying down...? Or...?"
"Enough! Yah!" He protests in the background of Jungkook's own laughter. He lets himself enjoy, leaving behind their incident. Not only for what the couple did but for what he felt too.
With the awkwardness out of the way, his typical eagerness to work comes back, refreshed and focused on the job instead of the thoughts that had been plaguing his mind.
At least for the first few minutes.
Sure, even if Jimin and him go back to complete mundanity, Jungkook's own discoveries about... his enjoyment of how his body is right now, come to him all throughout the day. Laced with his frequent hunger cues.
A constant reminder of how much food he is used to eating, and what it got him. Still visibly big even in the perfectly fitted suit.
Can he make it through the six hour event?! Apparently not.
And even if he were allowed to eat the food offered to the attendees. Those fun-sized, finger food, diet snacks would not be enough to even begin to satiate him. Maybe if he ate around 60 of them...
But then he'd really be overshadowing Jimin.
Especially "show stopping" in a room full of lithe, skinny, and toned celebrities.
Jungkook might be the biggest here, including everyone's security staff.
Needless to say, he doesn't wait for Jimin to offer. As soon as they make it to their van, Jungkook asks to stop by somewhere to eat.
"Oh, not for me. I'm full." Jimin excuses, making a genuine snort leave the bodyguard's chest.
"I would have to empty the venue's kitchen to get full of those finger foods they were offering."
Luckily Jimin doesn't seem to take offense. "I'm sure you wouldn't be as hungry, if you could have eaten something at least. It's kind of ridiculous they didn't offer any food to the staff.." Jimin frowns a bit, making the bodyguard both endeared and bashful.
"I should be able to go 6 hours without food on occasion." He excuses.
"And you have. But it's understandable to be hungry afterwards. So, where do you wanna go, what are you craving?"
He takes a minute to think about it. "Are we close to any fried chicken place?" The question is mostly directed to Mr. Choi. Jungkook tries not to embarrass himself, knowing the driver had been listening to the entire conversation.
"I found a place.” Jimin says already looking at his order. Before he hands the phone over to Jungkook, an online menu open. “Here, put in the order.”
The bodyguard doesn’t need to be told twice, his mind had been flashing fantasies of his next meal pretty much one hour into the gig. He can feel his choices being motivated by the ravenous hunger that’s been pestering him all day, but he can’t find it in himself to be bothered, or embarrassed.
Problem for future Jungkook.
A smile tugs at the edges of Jungkook's lips."You pamper me." He protests weakly of the idol. Going swiftly through paying, shamelessly using Jimin’s card details already put into the app… when Jimin gets a message.
yoons: how did it go?
Jungkook is about to notify the idol about his boyfriend’s texts, before he gets another one.
yoons: you didn’t tell jungkook did you?
A knot forms in his stomach, and the bodyguard has to hold himself from widening visibly.
Tell him what.
"This barely counts." Jimin retorts, snapping Jungkook out of it. Scrambling to recompose himself, as he hands his client the phone.
"Isn't this that dinner you mentioned?" Jungkook asks playfully, enjoying the way Jimin's smile drops into a scowl.
"No! It doesn't! You're gonna get properly 'pampered' then." The idol's eyes squint, and Jungkook shakes his head with an endeared chuckle.
"You are unbelievable." There is no real spite behind his voice.
"I get that a lot~" Jimin replies with a cocky smile.
"Oh shut up. I've seen you in your most humble moments." Jungkook's doubts about bringing up the subject become quieter and quieter each time he mentions last Saturday night.
But a whole new array of doubts take over his mind.
Ranging anywhere from Jungkook’s job being on the line, or… something else.
The gobsmacked snort and cackle that emanate from the idol's chest, it's enough to melt away any remaining insecurity, at least briefly. Body folding in laughter. "God forbid, a man tries to have fun with his partner!" He complains in feign anger.
Jungkook has to momentarily recollect himself from Jimin screaming about is partner so openly. Its not like they’re completely alone. Does Mr. Choi know? He must have, after driving Yoongi around and picking him up at random streets of the surrounding venues he plays at.
"I have no issue with that. But I don't think you have to force yourself to keep up with your boyfriend's drinking to do that." Jungkook's smile widens the more outraged the idol looks. Although, just mentioning Yoongi outloud makes him anxious; he’s never been the best liar.
Jungkook makes the active effort of focusing on teasing the life out of his client.
"Yah! Yoongi wasn't exactly sober either!" The idol protests, it's almost too easy
"He could stand on his own.." Jungkook purses his lips, making laughter erupt within the van.
"When we go out for dinner, I will get you drunk." He threatens emptily.
"You can try. But it'll make a hole in your wallet." The bodyguard shrugs smugly. The one perk to being this big that he can flaunt. Only feeling mild heat coil at his stomach by the implications.
He is so big, it takes a military effort to get him drunk.
Though, all the teasing he did comes bite him in the ass, since Jimin is riled up enough to say: "Can't be as big of a hole as the one it takes to feed you." His eyebrows raised to his hairline, presumably after seeing the final receipt from the order.
The way Jungkook's jaw drops is genuine. And so is the way his cheeks burn.
But if he wants to be comfortable enough to tease Jimin about the state he was in last time they saw each other, he has to be comfortable with the idol pointing out Jungkook's blatant gluttonous appetite.
They crossed that line.
“Should have thought about that before offering to pamper me. Then you’ll really see how far I can go.” Jungkook can’t tell if he is making a threat or a promise.
“How about you show me how far you can go now? Jimin asks with a raised eyebrow. Just as the car parks in front of the fried chicken place.
The bodyguard can only blink widened before smiling. “Sure. But don’t tell me I didn’t warn you.”
Adrenaline pumps Jungkook’s heart as he makes his way inside the little parlor. Seeing a realization collecting in the eyes of the lady at the register.
“Jungkook?” She asks, picking up the takeout bag.
Right, she must have known it was for him. No one else is ordering this late at night…
And… Jungkook definitely looks like someone who would order enough fried chicken for 3 people.
Right.
“That’s me. Thank you.” He smiles politely through the embarrassment heating up his cheeks.
Jungkook doesn’t have to be surrounded by idols to be the biggest person in the room. The realization haunts him as he climbs back into the car.
Jimin’s eyebrows rise at the sight of the bag. “I told you I wasn’t hungry…” He says knowingly, they both know the bodyguard wasn’t counting on him eating.
“You told me to go crazy, so I did.” The shrug of his shoulders seems casual. But his hands feel clammy as he begins to take out the bucket he brought.
Just setting the tub on his lap is incriminating on its own. With the way Jungkook's belly takes up so much real estate on his legs. “And besides, after being the fattest person in the room for the entire day. I deserve it.” He ignores the fact that he’s been the biggest person in spaces that didn’t even involve any frail looking idols and actors.
The idol’s smile is knowing. “I get it.”
“Do you?” Jungkook’s voice holds no defiance, but a warm smile in its place. “You’re like the pinnacle of good looks.” He doesn’t feel shameful saying it, everyone with a good pair of eyes can admit it.
“I know what it's like to feel different in a room of people.” The idol retorts with his voice just as gentle as always.
He can only scoff. “You can’t be the only one.”
“It certainly feels like it.” A pout takes over his face. mumbling out as Jimin’s eyes drop down to the bucket of chicken on Jungkook’s lap. “Are you gonna get to that?”
“Oh…” He smiles embarrassed. “Right.”
Jungkook’s brain unhelpfully reminds him that last time he ate here, the idol and his boyfriend were at least eating too. Giving them something to do. Instead of looking at Jungkook expectantly, like Jimin is doing right now… Eyes widened as subtly as someone who is completely stunned can muster.
A nervous smile tugs at the bodyguard’s lips, not used to being in the spotlight. “What?” The adrenaline of maybe getting Jimin to say what's on his mind, even if it might not be something positive.
Jungkook is willing to confess he is looking forward to a negative comment the most.
The idol seems to consider his options a bit before speaking, Jungkook takes the opportunity to start eating. He was starving after all.
It's through the crunches resonating inside his head as he takes the first bite of his drumstick that Jimin asks: “Does it… usually take you this much to get full?”
The words sound tentative in his voice. Eyes glancing down towards the bucket before going to meet the bodyguard’s face.
“Pretty much, yeah…” He mumbles through mouthfuls of chicken.
“And is it usually takeout?” The way Jimin’s questions become more pressing makes Jungkook tighten up where he sits.
Taking a break from chewing to reply. “How do you think I got this big, Jimin?”
Right then, Jungkook crossed a line. The popstar straightens up and widens as a dog would when getting caught doing something he shouldn’t. Lips pressing into a thin line and hands fisting at his slacks.
“O-oh I’m-- I didn’t mean to imply-” He stammers out clumsier than Jungkook’s ever seen him. The bodyguard feels compelled to rescue his client, like always.
“Min-ah, it's okay.” He chuckles. “I’m fat, I know I’m fat.”
It might sound natural as he says it, but this might be the first time Jungkook treats his weight gain so casually.
“I like it.” He shrugs off, as if it weren’t the first time he admits out loud the epiphanies he had last weekend.
Jimin seems to widen impossibly more with each of the bodyguard’s sentences. “You–You do?”
In any other context he could have taken offense to that question. But Jimin says it so genuinely, clinging to the possibility of not having said something hurtful to Jungkook.
So cute.
“Yeah. Being strong, but still being able to eat what I want.” That’s only half of it, but it already feels like uncharted territory as he says it. “Being able to walk with you through a mob at the airport, or escort some inappropriate fan out of the fansign…. Or lift you from the bath” He adds with a teasing smile.
And he feels accomplished at the snort Jimin lets out. “Yoongi was pretty embarrassed he couldn’t do it himself.” A breathy chuckle leaves the idol, partially relieved to be free from the tension he created.
Jungkook’s smile spreads impossibly more, chest warming with satisfaction. Pleased enough to not recoil at the mention of the rock artist; who he is so curious about. “I could lift both of you up if it came to it.”
“It will take Yoon a lot more booze to get him to where I was.”
“Then he will have to drink with me. I can keep up.” He can’t help the smugness of his tone.
“Well, you’re a tank, of course you can drink.” The resentfulness of his voice and the rolling of Jimin’s eyes make a giggle slip past the bodyguard.
Oh how much he needed to hear that from Jimin.
“I’m sure you two can have a good laugh at my alcohol retention when we invite you to that dinner.” The idol adds, sarcastically.
“I can’t wait.”
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It should have been intimidating, to stuff himself so blatantly in front of Jimin. Especially after the body guard's little confession. But the conversation flowed elsewhere so easily, he was able to leave his worries behind.
That is, until Jimin resuscitates that conversation again. “I get it now.” He says simply.
Jungkook’s confused expression as he pulls a clean chicken bone from his lips pushes the idol to elaborate. “Why you like it.”
The body guard’s eyebrows raise up, he doesn’t need Jimin to specify what that is. “Was it that baffling to hear?” He chuckles bashfully. It would make sense for an idol to find his lifestyle and body incomprehensible, he supposes.
“No, but looking at you now. You looked so pleased.” A smile spreads across his face, with a mix of mockery and endearment. “Finally full, Kook?” He tilts his head sweetly.
His cheeks were already burning from his feasting, but it worsens under Jimin’s sweet, teasing, words. Jungkook can only nod lazily; oily chicken sedating his reflexes.
“And all it took was 50 pieces of fried chicken.” Jimin sighs.
“Y-yah…” He objects, voice thick with grease, and his hand idly tugging at the seatbelt to stop it from squeezing his gut. “45 pieces.”
“Right. My bad, Jungkookie.” The idol’s smile widens.
He can feel Jimin’s eyes on his every move. Following the hand loosening up his belt, an act that doesn’t help nearly as much as it should.
How could it? When Jungkook’s brand new button up is squeezing the life out of his stomach.
“‘Jungkookie’? I’m your bodyguard.” The fullness is definitely affecting his ability to filter his words before they come out of his mouth, maybe more than alcohol ever could.
Or maybe it's the feeling of each one of the buttons down his belly, sinking into the poor ballooned fat; obstructing his air flow as his gut raises and falls with shallow breaths.
“Not now, you aren’t.” Jimin argues without malice. “You don’t look strong or intimidating at all.” His face rests on his palms, ogling the bodyguard.
In his haze, Jungkook dares to ask. “What do I look like?”
“A glutton.” Jimin says without a second thought. Making Jungkook short circuit.
Heat boils in his crotch, and whatever blood was left in his brain went right down south.
So this is how it is now, huh, now that Jimin knows he likes being this way?
The feeling of shame and exposure is addicting. A smile can’t help but tug at the edges of Jungkook’s lips.
“I didn’t get this big by stopping when I’m full.” He shrugs, not backing away from the line they crossed.
And Jimin follows him. “So you weren’t always this size?”
The bodyguard shakes his head. “I was always robust. But… ever since I got this job I’ve been really piling on the pounds.”
That makes Jimin stop in his tracks. “Since working for me?” The banter is overtaken by the sincerity in his voice.
Jungkook nods, moving aside the big, now full of chicken bones, bucket from his lap. Revealing the damage on his stomach as if to prove his point. “Most clients don’t include the takeout in their payroll.”
“Most people don’t order family meals.” Jimin argues, responding to the implied accusation. Washing his hands from the responsibility in Jungkook’s gain. If it weren’t so dark, the bodyguard can swear he sees a blush grow in the idol’s cheeks.
“Just making use of the amenities.” He grins. “Don’t worry, I won’t ever get too fat for the job.” He comments idly.
“Oh, trust me. I’m not concerned.”
It’s Jungkook’s turn to widen, just as the car parks by Jimin’s apartment complex. The idol beats Jungkook’s chance to question Jimin’s words, as he begins to step out. “Hope you bring this same enthusiasm to our dinner, Jungkook.” He says, and it's the last nail on the coffin of his sanity.
It takes him a second to even come up with a comeback. Jimin is almost closing the door. “As long as you're paying.” He grins, but he’s almost vibrating with excitement.
So many lines were crossed in the past few days… It terrified him on Saturday, but now Jungkook can’t wait for the promised dinner.
Will Jimin be this bold with his boyfriend in the room?
Would Jungkook even dare to match the idol’s energy with Yoongi’s eyes on them? Yoongi whose text comes back to plague his mind with a whole new meaning.
The thought alone excites him more than it should. His mind unhelpfully reminds him of the sight of Yoongi as Jungkook carried his naked boyfriend to bed.
The back of his head hits the headrest of the seat.
The fact they talked about what happened. Jungkook’s stomach drops at the realization.
Will Jimin talk about him with Yoongi? About Jungkook’s little confession?
Yoongi has certainly been thinking about him. They definitely talked after Saturday about him.
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jm: i got a free night on friday
jm: do you have any plans? yoon is free too.
jk: jimin, if you’re free, i’m also free. my work is based around your schedule.
jm: then dinner is on friday.
jm: get a new suit.
His eyebrows raised, he had never expected it to be somewhere fancy, especially considering Jungkook isn’t the kind to turn his nose up at any food.
jk: the suit still fits.
jk: it just wasn’t made to hold 2 kilos of chicken inside.
He remembers peeling himself off the shirt.
jk: im on.
jk: are you sure its a good idea to go out?
jm: im tired of only hanging out at mine and yoongis. we deserve a night out
jm: we’ll pick you up around 6
He scoffs to himself.
jm: whats your address?
A smile tugs at Jungkook’s lips, hands resting on his belly as he types.
jk: you are so extra
jm: just tell me! >:( i said we were spoiling you.
He does send his location, but Jungkook is really starting to feel giddy. This is so much more intimate than he ever could have anticipated.
Well, rescuing Jimin from his bathroom floor that night was overly intimate as well. Not to mention, everything that happened after that too.
Jungkook has to spend the rest of the week trying to push away his own undeniable arousal towards the couple. Enough to not even let a sliver of hope of Jimin or Yoongi reciprocate that want.
Surely, the bodyguard’s own kink discovery is making him lose his ability to think straight. He just needs to take the kindness of his client, and his client’s partner, and enjoy the friendly dinner. He tries to remind himself of that, but it does very little to soothe his anxiety; especially as Friday gets closer.
Jungkook has to brace himself to even put his suit on again.
And, he was right, it does fit him, perfectly so. Which just comes to show just how much Jungkook had to eat in front of Jimin to get it to compress against his gut.
Nervously, pacing around the apartment as he waits for the couple to arrive. Resisting the constant itch to pace towards the kitchen and grab a snack to vent his nerves into. But he wants to save his hunger for dinner. Jungkook would hate to be too full to enjoy the so-called spoiling.
Though, knowing him. Being full wouldn't be enough to stop him. Especially with those pairs of eyes on him.
Maybe he should just eat anyway, instead of looking like a pig during dinner-
Jimin’s latest single plays from his phone; the idol calling him. He doesn't even get to greet him. “We’re outside!”
“O-okay.” A smile begins to spread over his face. No matter how bizarre his anxiety is, tonight will be so fun.
“It's weird to see you in the driver’s seat.” Is the first thing the bodyguard says, eyeing Jimin in his own car. Though, the weirdest thing about Jungkook right now is Jimin’s facemask and sunglasses. Is it even safe to drive in those?
Maybe safer than being recognized in public.
“I’m still not used to it.” Yoongi snorts, extending his hand to Jungkook from the window of the passenger seat. A part of the bodyguard squeals at just how close and casual he’s gotten with the rock artist.
“Oh shut up! You have a driver too” Jimin roars as Jungkook crawls to the back.
“But you’re typically the passenger princess even when we are alone.” He says with much more endearment than any teasing remark should have. “Oh, Jungkook-ah, tell me if you have enough room back there.” Yoongi looks over his shoulder, eyes meeting the bodyguard as he shifts his weight to sit between the two front seats. Smile still visible despite the rockstar’s own facemask.
Positively cramped, Jungkook widens and blushes. “If you wouldn't mind.” He chuckles softly.
Yoongi seems to be at least caught off guard, eyes looking down at Jungkook’s squeezed chonky legs, and quickly looks back up, eyes squinting in what he assumes is a smile. “Not at all.”
The seat moves back, allowing Jungkook’s legs to stretch out more, and by consequence, his belly takes up more space on his lap. “You’re so much taller than us, I forget.” Yoongi chuckles, looking back towards the road.
Jungkook sighs out a laugh. “I don’t think the height is the issue.” If this week is about crossing the line, he is willing to bite the bullet.
“Just so you know, I was tempted to bring the Carrera to pick you up, but I brought the KIA just for you.” Jimin chimes in, eye-smile meeting the bodyguard’s through the rear-view mirror. Sunglasses luckily perched on his blond hair. And the idol can see Jungkook’s eyes roll.
“Yeah, no. I’m not built for sports cars.” He snorts, though his mind unhelpfully provides him the image of what he would look like even trying to get into one. Yoongi having to lower his seat for Jungkook to even climb inside, ass in the couple’s face, then body squished in the narrow space between the backseat and the front…
He kind of wishes Jimin brought the Carrera.
“That’s fine.” Yoongi snaps him from his dangerous train of thought. “Jimin isn’t built for motorbikes.”
That makes him giggle. “Not built for them, or just too much of a scaredy cat?”
“Yah! They’re dangerous, it's not me, it's statistics!" Both men snort, only riling the idol up more. “I need my body for work!” He whines, making the laughter stronger.
“Guess next time it will just be you and I, Kook.” Yoongi looks over his shoulder again, smile giddy and gummy with a facemask pulled down to his chin.
Jungkook’s stomach does a little flip. “Deal.”
“If it weren’t such a death trap I would feel left out. But I value my life too much.” Jimin comments just as he turns to the restaurant's parking. Which reminds the bodyguard, he had forgotten to ask where they were going.
It's good Jimin told him to dress up, cause he hasn’t even heard of this place before. Probably because it's not the kind of place to be open to the public.
Hell, there’s not even paparazzi by the door or anything. Jimin’s car making its way to an indoor parking lot, going through security.
“G–guys…” He breathes out, the couple shares a knowing smile.
“We know you know your way around. So we wanted to bring you somewhere guaranteed you had never been before.” Jimin puffs up his chest proudly. Definitely his idea.
He chuckles. “Know my way around? That’s one way to put it.” The idol becomes bashful.
“You know what I mean…” He pouts at Jungkook’s once they’re both out of the car.
Jungkook does, it means he is fat and Jimin has the decency not to say it.
And he has the decency to ignore the heat at his stomach from that comment.
So they want to impress him with food, huh?
“I know what you mean.” Jungkook says softly instead. “And I can’t believe you took me here… Whatever this place is.” His eyes dart all over the luxurious looking building as they make their way towards the entrance. “Will they even let me in?”
It's Yoongi’s time for his chest to puff. “I wouldn't worry about it.” Just as they make it up the steps, the front doors open.
“In fact, stop worrying at all.” He chuckles. “We are trying to do something nice here.” While Jimin talks to the hostess, Yoongi puts a hand on Jungkook’s back, guiding him too. Close to the bodyguard as he smiles up at Jungkook.
"You're too nice.” He complains, but the excited smile on his face speaks against him. “This is so much.” Jungkook whispers to the rockstar.
“Wait until you see what Jimin booked.” He snorts, not backing away from the sudden closeness. Hand sliding down Jungkook’s back.
Jungkook is able to blame his blush in the shock of what the hostess reveals to them when she opens the doors to a private dining area. His jaw drops. “Wh-what?”
The idol’s smile could light up the whole room. “Just wanted us to have our own space.” He says casually.
“Even without the press outside, it's the safest way to have fun.” Yoongi adds once the hostess is out the door. “And Jimin wants to get drunk.”
You can tell it's true by the way Jimn shrugs happily walking towards the table.
“That too. I have an image to maintain.”
“I think if people saw how little it takes you to get drunk, your reputation would be just fine.” Jungkook comments, but awe pours from his voice, sitting down between the couple. Trying his best to ignore the feeling of being perceived from all sides.
“Oh shut up.” Jimin quotes both the bodyguard’s thoughts and Yoongi’s giggling. “You’re the one that should enjoy today anyway.”
He hands Jungkook a menu. “Go crazy.” Is all Jimin says, sharing a knowing look with his bodyguard.
Too knowing, Jungkook looks at the menu to break free from the way his client makes him feel. Quickly realizes none of the items have prices on them. Screwing over his plans of trying to spare Jimin’s wallet as much as he could.
“Aren’t you guys gonna look at the menu?” He shoots both of them a look. The couple instead lean closer to him, invading Jungkook’s personal space as they peep at his menu; neglecting their own.
Yoongi’s hand sits on his shoulder. “Don’t need to. We come here all the time.”
What? To the private room?
“Pft. Don’t sound so shocked.” The rock artist’s eyes Jungkook with a teasing smile, though, from this close the pink tint of his cheeks is obvious.
Outloud. Again. He really needs to get better at this.
Not that he can scold himself too much, when his mind is already swimming with the implications of Yoongi’s nonchalant response.
“Yeah.” Jimin’s voice is closer than Jungkook could have ever prepared himself for. It almost startles him the way the idol’s breath hits his neck. The idol’s confirmation does nothing to soothe Jungkook’s thoughts.
And, what's worse, Jimin quickly jumps onto a different topic. “You should try the ribs. They’re so good.” He feels more than he sees, the weight of the idol’s elbow on his shoulder, boosting himself up to point at the menu.
“That goes really well with the truffle fries.” The rockstar points at the menu.
“Yeah but their carbonara is their specialty too.” Plump lips purse into a pout, as if to convince his boyfriend.
“Fine, but we gotta get him the salmon tartar as a starter.” Yoongi also seems to go right past Jungkook’s comment with unprecedented ease.
After finding them in the compromising position Jungkook walked into last week, maybe they’re over the bodyguard “crossing lines”.
“Then we are gonna have to do two different wines for the fish and the pork.”
“He might be more into beer, Min.”
“G–Guys, isn’t that a bit much?”
Jimin raises an eyebrow knowingly. “Is it?”
In his question, there’s a silent statement. ‘You look like you can handle it’ and ‘I’ve seen you do way worse’.
Jungkook’s cheeks burn. Nodding with a smile. “You’re right. Besides, I can always order to go.”
The silence that follows Jungkook’s statement is chilling. He closes the menu and they ring for the waiter. Even as the couple backs away from his personal bubble, their presence ghosts over Jungkook, unable to shake the feeling of being cramped.
“Sure you can.” Yoongi smiles warmly. Doing nothing to ease his nerves, Jungkook winces at the way the waiter’s eyebrows raise at the big order. The couple’s suggestions didn’t include Jimin’s caesar salad, and Yoongi’s catfish; just like Jungkook had predicted.
The poor waiter widened even more when both Jimin and Yoongi hit him with their own orders, cementing that everything else they ordered will be going to the fat guy in the middle.
The bodyguard has a similar reaction when the food actually arrives. “Yah…” He whispers, eyeing the couple, who seem more excited than ever. “This is so much.”
“Just try a bit of everything then.” Jimin shrugs simply.
There is a brief moment of hesitation. Jungkook can’t shake the feeling that as soon as he starts to eat he won’t be able to stop. And worse, that his loss of control would come accompanied by a loss of all functions. More importantly: the ability to bite back his tongue, and hold himself back from saying what he really thinks of this whole situation.
How arousing it is.
His hunger, and his need to seem appreciative are stronger, though. Quickly reaching for the salmon tartar that's supposedly his starter; it definitely looks like enough to feed a couple people.
Jungkook will try to stick to his word, try the delicious food and eat as much as he wants.
Instead of eating everything in sight.
The delighted sound that leaves his lips is genuine. “This is so good?” He has the decency to cover his mouth while talking mid-bite. Fork already reaching out for more.
“What were you expecting?” Jimin’s eyebrow raises accusingly. “You’re not the only foodie.”
That makes the bodyguard snort. “Foodies? You two?”
“I don’t appreciate your tone.” Yoongi says pointedly, smiling at Jungkook. “Just because we have to stay skinny for work doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy ourselves.”
Yeah, like when you get the private room often, Jungkook makes the mental effort to think to himself.
Instead, he responds. “I gotta stay in shape too.” He shrugs, fork still continuously going from his mouth to the plate. Already telling of how the night is gonna go: it's hard to focus on trying other dishes while his arm is already in the cycle of shoveling food into his mouth. Even harder to stop when the satisfying warmth begins to settle at the bottom of his stomach, filling himself up.
It's Jimin’s turn to snort. “Oh, please. I’m very lax with it.” Jungkook can pretty much feel the idol’s eyes scan up and down his body; making him feel a little too small for the chair. Suddenly all too aware of how little food is left on his plate… compared to the hollow feeling in his stomach starved for more.
The bodyguard turns to him, cheeks still stuffed, accentuating his already existing pout even more. “It’s not like I gained that much…” It feels ridiculous to say as he scrapes the last bits of salmon tartar off his plate.
Even as he says it, Jungkook knows it’s bullshit. And the beat of silence that follows his statement is the confirmation. Making it embarrassing to reach forward and bring the plate of ribs close to him, putting the plate above the emptied one.
He gets to see a smile threaten to tug at the corners of Jimin’s lips and the idol resists it as best as he can. Yoongi being the one to break the silence. “Not that there is anything wrong with it… But didn’t you have to go up a size in… everything?”
Jungkook is suddenly reminded of the image of himself, as Jimin put it ‘bursting out’ of his clothes. And it's obvious the image must have made its way to Yoongi’s mind too.
“I… did. It was an old suit though.” He excuses weakly, feeling suddenly clammy under the couple’s eyes. Hands clumsy with his knife and fork as they peel the mead off the bone and bring it to his mouth, as if to busy himself with food.
“Well I guess it just depends on what you consider to be ‘in shape’.” Jimin shrugs, words pointed as he idly takes a bite of his salad. Looking blatantly healthier than the fatty pork melting in Jungkook’s tongue.
“Don’t be mean, baby.” The rock artist's scolding is half-hearted. Smile wide on both of them. Either Jungkook’s enjoyment of his body is obvious to the common eye, or Jimin told him about the bodyguard’s little confession last time they saw each other.
He doesn’t know which one is more arousing.
“It's okay.” He jumps to his client’s defense. “I know Jiminie doesn’t have a problem with it.” When he smiles at Yoongi, he does so knowingly: the idol has encouraged a lot of his eating.
If not just straight up telling Jungkook to show him how much he can eat.
‘Not having a problem with it’ has been feeling like an understatement lately. And Jungkook feels bold enough to admit it.
It seems to catch Yoongi off guard, whose eyebrows raise, pleasantly surprised. “Oh, not at all.” His nose scrunches endeared as he shakes his head, accusingly.
When the bodyguard turns his head, Jimin seems to be the one caught off guard, blushed and eyeing anywhere that doesn’t meet the two pairs of eyes on him.
“I don’t like it when you two corner me...” He mumbles, poutily.
Jungkook’s heart feels like it will crawl its way out of his throat. Are they crossing that line?
Are they reciprocating his arousal?
Taking pity on the poor idol, he speaks. “I don’t have a problem with it either. Getting fat.” The smile Jungkook offers might be soft, but he still hasn’t gotten quite used to the feeling of voicing it outloud.
“It really suits you.” Yoongi admits, his own eyes taking their time on the shape of Jungkook’s body.
It’s predatory, and maybe Jungkook should feel small under the rockstar’s gaze. But it's exhilarating . “Yeah? You wouldn't rather hire a fitter bodyguard?”
“I’d hire him. But I wouldn’t be inviting him over for dinner.” Jimin chuckles a little breathless.
Is it thrilling for him too?
Jungkook’s brain short-circuits, hands stumbling over the rib they were working on peeling the meat from. Jimin’s smile only widens, as he guides Jungkook’s hands to either side of the plate.
“It's easier like this.” He picks up a rib, coating the tips of his fingers with barbeque sauce, as he brings it to the bodyguard's lips. Who, in the heat of the moment, opens his lips without a second thought. His mouth is prodded with the rib bone, and the fatty delicious meat that his teeth easily peel off it.
A pleased hum leaves his lips. Though as he swallows, and the flavor isn’t clouding his senses anymore, Jungkook’s eyes flash open. Realization dawned on him.
Did… Jimin just hand feed him?
The question answers itself as the idol already has another bone traveling in the direction of Jungkook’s lips. He instinctively begins to open his mouth to answer, but whatever the bodyguard was about to say dies as an incomprehensible whine.
Yoongi reaches for Jimin’s arm, who was already reaching a third bite for Jungkook. “Give him a breather, Jiminie.” He chuckles endeared.
“You don’t know how fast he usually eats. He doesn’t need a breather, right?” Jimin looks at him with a raised eyebrow, pulling the clean rib slowly from between his lips. Unable to answer with his mouth full, Jungkook feels his cheeks burn. The idol is right. “You don’t have to pretend to have manners just because we aren’t in my van.”
As he teases, Yoongi looks progressively more horrified. A scolding already making its way out of the rockstar's lips. But Jungkook beats him with a chuckle. “Is this about what I told you in the car?” His own bluntness startles him.
But Jimin started it.
The idol’s face turns the prettiest shade of pink. “You said you liked it.” He shrugs simply, eyeing Yoongi defensively.
“He is right.” Jungkook manages through his mouthful. “I like it when he spoils me.” He can’t believe himself. There is a brief moment of fright. But it melts away as Jimin’s smile takes all over his face. “And I was told I was gonna get spoiled tonight”
Yoongi’s eyebrows raise. “Is that a demand?”
His lips purse. “Jiminie picked the place, booked the room, drove us here, and fed me…” He lets his hand rub the idol’s shoulders and nape. His head turned slowly towards Yoongi. “What are you gonna do?”
The room is silent, as Jungkook bulldogs over whatever line was still weakly drawn in the sand. The look on the rockstar’s face is unrecognizable, stunned, cheeks blooming red. He shares one quick look with his boyfriend.
“I can do this.” His voice is soft, as his hand heads not for a plate but straight underneath Jungkook’s belly.
A gasp leaves his mouth, as Yoongi’s long fingers cup his crotch. This tightening against one another, trapping the rock artist’s hand in place. When he looks down at himself, Jungkook can see the way Yoongi’s hand gets lost under the ample curve of his stomach. Most of his forearm pressed between Jungkook’s underbelly and his lap.
His face snaps up, the couple staring at him widened. Jungkook searches deep into his mind for any coherent thought, any way to confirm to them before he misses the chance to do what has been plaguing his mind and chipping away at his sanity for so long. But words are failing him.
He opens his lips anyway, head tilted towards the idol. in a silent plea for food. The tension in the room lessens as Jimin chuckles. “You’re insatiable…” He whispers, hands scurrying for another bite.
Now he feels chatty, with his cheeks stuffed full of fatty pork meat; the bodyguard moans shakily as his hips give Yoongi confirmation of their own, rutting against Yoongi’s hand. Letting the rockstar feel the ripples of his body begging in pleasure.
Through his half lidded eyes, Jungkook can see Yoongi’s widened expression, hand reacting quicker than his words ever could. It fondles Jungkook’s stiffening bulge, feeling the girth through his slacks.
“You didn’t tell me he liked it this much, Min.” He breathes out, responding quickly to Jungkook’s exponential desperation.
Jimin, to the bodyguard’s surprise, keeps his composure. “I had a hunch.” He whispers. “Thought a glutton like him might enjoy it more than just for the food.” As he says it, grabbing a handful of truffle fries and shoving them past the bodyguard’s lips. Jungkook locks eyes with Jimin as he dutifully stretches his lips to fit the entire bite. Jimin had to pull his fingers away for him not to bite.
He can only mewl, nodding quickly.
“Oh, he likes it alright.” Yoongi chuckles, fingers gripping at the clear outline of Jungkook’s full dick. As if to prove a point.
And, as if to confirm that point, Jungkook curls into himself with a broken groan.
“P--please.” The word weakly escapes his lips, voice already thick with food.
Jimin’s and guides his face upwards tenderly. “Please what?” Nothing could have prepared him to meet the idol’s calm expression, enjoying himself from the comfort of all the control he holds over the bodyguard. Little smile, sweet, but making him nearly bend over again.”
“M---More, I’m hungry.” He breathes out, Jimin is visibly pleased.
“Yeah? It's hard to tell lately, with how big you’re looking.” As he says it, his small hand travels from where it held Jungkook’s cheek down the bodyguard's chest towards his belly. Giving it a firm grip and jiggle.
That almost incites a moan as loud as the one Yoongi coaxed out of him from playing with his dick. Face dropping to see how huge the expanse of fat looks against Jimin’s hand.
The idol continues. “Can’t tell if you stuffed yourself before coming, or if you’re just this fat.” He gets to feel before he sees Yoongi return to his ministrations. Body responding with a continuous jiggle. The rockstar’s panting out of character with his slow more composed strokes. Jimin’s hand follows the rippling waves of chub on the center of his gut.
It takes all of Jungkook’s coordination to shake his head. “Haven’t--Haven't eaten.”
“Good.” He grins. “Because I didn’t buy all this food to let it go to waste.” It's not a question, and the bodyguard doesn’t get a chance to confirm before another messy handful is pushed past his lips.
Yoongi must only reward him when he is eating, because as soon as he starts to chew, the rockstar is unbuckling his belt and undoing his zipper to fish out his dick. Pace fast and unrelenting. The constant dampness under the weight of his belly and the walls of his thighs makes Yoongi’s calloused hand fist up and down his dick easily. Jungkook moans a muffled response.
“Even if you did eat before coming. Would that have stopped you?” Yoongi’s tone is gentle despite his accusing words. “I don’t think so…” His smile could be considered sweet, if not for the obscene squelching coming from Jungkook's crotch.
“Like when we drove back after your concert.” Jimin comments. The callback strikes him. But Jungkook doesn’t have time to process the fact they remember the times the bodyguard has behaved like a glutton, not when Yoongi’s thumb, harsh from strumming his guitar, rubs against the slit of his dick.
“How could I forget?” He whispers to his boyfriend. “You made such a spectacle of yourself, Kook.” The bodyguard is rendered useless from those words, humping up towards Yoongi’s hand as he swallows another fistful of fries, barely able to coordinate to open his mouth to eat again; let alone to respond.
“You’re so hot…” Yoongi breathes, leaning closer and invading Jungkook’s space. LIthe body sinking into the bodyguard’s pillowy middle; to press his lips hungrily all over Jungkook’s neck.
He would whine, but it gets swallowed by a forkful of the pasta. Head thrown back to give the rockstar better access to suck bruises into his softened jaw.
“So insatiable aren’t you, Jungkook-ah?” He doesn’t think he’s heard Yoongi’s voice so velvety smooth. He can only nod quickly, opening his lips for another bite but letting his moan slip out pathetically.
“Gonna let us feed you until you pop?” Jimin’s eye-smile seems unfitting for the harshness of his feeding pace, but it still marvels Jungkook. The idol’s thumb wiping some cream off the corner of Jungkook’s panting lips.
“I--I will. I never know when to stop.” He confesses, mustering up strength for his eyes to stay opened. Only encouraged by the pair of aroused eyes staring back at him in awe.
“We can tell…” Yoongi says affectionately. “Look at you.” His hand on Jungkook’s cock becomes aggressive enough to rattle the bodyguard’s belly, making it slap against his lap.
“That won’t be a problem though, we’ll tell you when to stop, hm, big guy?” The idol’s tone feels sugary, hand cupping Jungkook’s chin as the next bite comes in, soft at first before his nails dig into the padding adorning the bodyguard’s jaw. “You stop when it's finished.” He says simply.
Shock must show in Jungkook’s face, eyes darting towards the table. He did a good amount of damage by himself, but that doesn't mean he is anywhere close to done. Jimin seems entertained by his reaction. “Isn’t that how you always do it? Isn’t that how you got this fat?”
“Eating like that while working for you…” Yoongi comments, gripping the base of his dick and making Jungkook melt but whine.
“Y--You noticed?” He tries to look down at the rock artist, feeling his double chin protrude out. His voice shaky and embarrassed.
“Everyone notices, Jungkookie…” Jimin chuckles. “You’re bigger than ever.” His fork swirls around the pasta teasingly slowly. “Getting fat while under my care…” At a snail’s pace, he brings it over to Jungkook. The bodyguard opens his mouth in anticipation, tongue nearly sticking out in plea; panting desperate.
“My client spoils me.” He whispers right as the fortful begins to brush the edges of his mouth. Daring to smile.
“I do.” Jimin whispers, genuinely bashful. “I just can't get enough of you.” He confesses, free hand affectionately on Jungkook’s cheek as he pushes the pasta in. His chewing is already becoming slower, weighed down by the dishes he had already scarfed down himself.
Still, he is able to find the strength to speak through his eating. “I..I couldn't stop thinking about you two.” His hand lazily reaches to comb through Yoongi’s hair so the rockstar knows he is talking about him too.
“Thinking about what?” His hot breath brushes against the bodyguard’s neck.
Even in this position, he still feels the vertigo of confessing his feelings. “Y–your eyes on me. W-wondering constantly w–what you think about me when… when I make a pig out of myself.” Jungkook’s voice comes out quivering. Thighs trying to squeeze at Yoongi’s arm unsuccessfully; cramped too tight within the armrests of the chair.
Suddenly, small, but strong, fingers are sinking into his fattened face. Forcing Jungkook to meet the idol’s wicked smile. “You really wanna know?” He has to hold back a moan from the sting.
And his moan does come out, in the form of a trembling “I–I do.”
“It might not be good…” Jimin tilts his head playful.
That makes Jungkook want to hear it even more. “P–Please…” It's barely above a whisper.
Jungkook gets to see the way his lips sink into the plumpness of Jimin’s bottom lip. Leaning close before he says. “I think you’re getting out of shape.”
The hand that was becoming dangerously close to restricting Jungkook’s airflow, loosens its grip, slowly sliding down his chest. His eyes scanned down the bodyguard’s fattened body “Barely have any muscles on you anymore…” Jimin muses, right before his fingers sink into the flabby meat of Jungkook’s chest.
“A–ahng!” He whimpers brokenly.
“I think… If you keep going this way, you won’t be able to do your job…” His tone becomes meaner. Hand traveling downwards to Jungkook’s belly, groping it obscenely. “Or put on your own shoes.” Jimin shakes his gut harshly.
“You don’t know how hard this is making him.” Yoongi’s deep, hoarse, voice brushes against his neck. Tips of his fingers toying against Jungkook’s leaking tip.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Jimin purrs. Hand sinking deeply into the thick layer of chub. Kneading right on Jungkook’s bloat, making the bodyguard gasp. “Being fat and spoiled…”
“C–Careful…” He whimpers, and he doesn’t know which one he is directing it to. Yoongi spreading his precum all over his shaft, or Jimin kneading right on his swollen stomach.
“Admit it.” Yoongi looks up at him just as his hand begins to fist at his dick. Eyes half lidded and hungry.
Funny, Jungkook doesn’t think he could have another bite. Let along string a coherent string of sentences. His mouth opens and closes uselessly. The first noise he can produce is coaxed by the tightening grip of Yoongi’s hand on his dick: a pathetic little whimper.
“Admit. It.” The rockstar’s voice sounds closer to what it does on stage. Rough, cruel, and sexy.
“I–I wanna be fat and–and spoiled- oh-oh my god please.” His hand fists aimlessly at Jimin’s shirt; grip weakened by the trembling of his hands. Or maybe, Jungkook is just that big now.
“I don’t remember telling you to beg.” Jimin chuckles, and harshly slaps the wobbling dome of his stomach. His entire body rattling in waves as his hips buck up into Yoongi’s fist. As much as they can under the pinning weight of his bloat.
He can’t reply, Jungkook is close. He is so close. He can feel it.
His eyes widened, choking as Yoongi’s fingers tighten painfully at the base of his cock. “Ah ah ah… You don’t get to cum until you finish everything.” The rockstar’s voice is back to its sweet, quiet, tone, But his words could not have been harsher.
Or his grip.
Stopping Jungkook’s orgasm right on the crest. He gasps, a cry leaving the back of his throat. The sight of his torso blurring; but still able to see the way his chest and belly heaved for air. Jungkook feels more than he sees, Yoongi’s hand completely stilled under his gut, fat body no longer rattling.
A mixture of arousal and the weight of his belly pin Jungkook in place, rendering his hips too useless to grind upwards into Yoongi’s neglectful fist. He wants to complain, say he can’t possibly eat anything else. But when Jimin’s fingers caresses his chubby haw so tenderly, guiding the bodyguard to look up at them, he doesn't resist.
He meets the idol’s eyes, so warm. “ You’re doing so well.” He whispers, Jungkook nuzzles his hand, even as Jimin’s thumb begins to trace the bodyguard’s lips, and probe its way inside his mouth. Letting Jimin’s hand force his mouth open.
The swarming flavor of decadent, creamy cheesecake, takes over his senses. Briefly distracting him from the frustration clogging his crotch. Jungkook barely has to chew through the bite before his mouth is instinctively opening once more. A moan dying against moist, thick, batter.
Jimin is only encouraged by the bodyguard’s display of gluttony. “And you thought you were full… You don’t know what ‘full’ is.” His voice so tender, it lowers Jungkook’s defenses, nodding eagerly.
“Gonna be so full you won’t even think of trying to get your fat useless cock to work.” The growing sharpness of the idol’s tone is contrasted by the sweetness invading his tongue. “So fucking lazy, you’re gonna wait until Yoongi decides you deserve an orgasm.”
And, although Jimin’s words seem to imply the couple has control over him, the rockstar seems to be in a space similar to Jungkook’s. Staring at the two through half lidded eyes, panting and reddened much like the bodyguard. He can’t recognize if his moan comes from Jimin’s words, or the sight of the idol’s boyfriend, so completely enwrapped in the scene before him.
Surprisingly, through the rockstar’s own arousal, he speaks. “He is… He is already there, Min-ah…” A wicked smile takes over his face, fingers sliding impossibly downwards Jungkook’s shaft, toying with his balls leisurely.
A broken moan leaves his lips, hips pathetically attempting to hump up, and his back arching towards Yoongi in any attempt to seek out as much pleasure as he can from what little he is being given.
But the only signs his body shows of those attempts is a meek wobble of his gut. Hazy, unfocused eyes glued to Yoongi’s teeth sinking into his bottom lip; enjoying Jungkook’s exertion. Small fingers are sinking into his jaw again, re-directing the bodyguard’s attention back to Jimin.
“Don’t tell me this is all it takes to pin you down, Jungkook.” The genuine scoff in the idol’s voice, makes Jungkook whimper. He whispers, eyeing his boyfriend; they share a knowing look, one that Jungkook is too gone to try and decipher.
Their silent conversation had worked in his favour, though, because Yoongi’s hand began to pump his dick aggressively, resuming its rhythm as if nothing had happened. As if Jungkook wasn’t leaking into the rock artist’s fist.
“You’re fatter than I thought.” Jimin grits out, his own demeanour losing its coolness as he angles Jungkook to look up, bare his neck for the idol to begin spreading ravenous kisses all along the pillowy padding on his jaw.
He is gone. Jungkook’s orgasm comes in waves, moaning too loud even for the private room they’ve locked themselves in. Head thrown back, partially in pleasure, and partially because Jimin’s hand grips onto his hair harshly. Hot puffs of air leave Yoongi’s lips right against his chest, as the rock artist rests his forehead on Jungkook’s shoulder.
The only signs of his orgasm show in Yoongi’s hand, retrieving it from where it was buried under Jungkook’s belly. Long, knobbly fingers coated with cum. The bodyguard is entranced by the sight, bluntly so. Which is probably how those same fingers end up slipping past his panting lips. And Jungkook ends up tasting himself.
Not exactly the cheesecake he had been pushing himself to finish. A deep frown sets on his face, even if he diligently sucks Yoongi’s fingers clean.
As the couple also gets a hold of themselves, their satisfied smiles morph into concern at the sight of Jungkook. Jimin looks particularly mortified as he asks. “A-are you okay? Was that too much?” His voice uncharacteristically small.
It takes a moment for the bodyguard to even collect his thoughts, let alone the capability to speak. Where the couple’s anxiety seems to grow by each second of silence
“I didn’t… finish the food.” He mumbles, troubled.
Tension breaks like a dam, smiles splitting both their faces looking at the bodyguard. Yoongi chuckles, while Jimin shakes his head.
“You were gonna get sick, if we kept going, Kook.” The rockstar’s tone has never been more gentle on him.
A tenderness that represented the shift their relationships had just gone through.
He doesn’t remember much after that. A gentle kiss on his cheek. Not quite sure how long the couple spends cuddling at each side of him, hands caressing along his body, whispering sweet nothings to Jungkook; or maybe talking to each other, the bodyguard can’t really make out what is being said.
But they take their time waiting for Jungkook to calm down. Though his breathing doesn’t go down to fully normal with the strong pressure pushing at his stomach… He ate so much. Though, that tension is easing too, with two hands rubbing intentional and soft circles on his stomach.
The only thing Jungkook can’t seem to get over is his utter and complete shock. Glossy eyes still looking from one celebrity to the other. Subtlety was never his strong suit, Jimin’s eyes meet his.
“How are you feeling?” He speaks softly, just as his small hand traces down the curve of his ballooned stomach.
How could Jungkook ever begin to explain what he is feeling? Sparks shooting in his chest at the sight of the idol.
“G-good. Full.” It's hard to even recognize his voice, thick with food and out of breath.
“We should probably get you somewhere more comfortable.” Yoongi chimes in, voice equally gentle even if at a register that makes Jungkook’s bones vibrate.
“T-that sounds nice.” He manages to nod, little smile mirroring the rockstar’s.
The couple exchange looks, a language of their own. “My place?” Jimin asks his boyfriend. Jungkook’s stomach does a little flip.
“It feels wrong to leave him alone like this.” Yoongi whispers. The idol only offers a worried pout and a nod before both their faces turn to Jungkook. “Let's go, Jungkook-ah.” He whispers.
There’s hands reaching for his, and hauling Jungkook up from his chair takes both of the twiggish celebrities a couple of attempts. The act of standing has Jungkook back to a wheezing state; one hand on his belly while the other grips the edge of the table for support.
But it's not nearly as bad as the walk they have to do to get to Jimin’s car. Even in the discrete ambiance of the exclusive restaurant, both staff and customers alike couldn’t help but dart their eyes to Jungkook’s massive waddling frame. Two notorious celebrities by his side, holding him upright. He is so heavy, just the act of supporting some of his weight is making Jimin breathless beside him.
Fuck. He’ll work himself up again if he keeps thinking like this.
It's even worse when Yoongi eyes them. “I’ll get the car.” Leaving Jimin to support him by himself.
They share a glance, Jimin’s smile is radiant but nervous. “We’ll get you laid down soon hm?” There's even a stutter in his voice, as his small hand does its best to tighten around Jungkook’s back.
It can barely reach all the way around, fingers gripping at Jungkook’s shirt for dear life.
That alone has Jungkook’s smile spreading across his face too, still a little high off his orgasm. “You’d want that wouldn’t you?” He whispers, biting his bottom lip. “I’m so heavy aren’t I, Minnie?”
The idol’s eyes widen like plates. Even in the dim lighting his blush is visible, eyes quickly darting outside their tense gaze to check if anyone is looking. “You are.” He whispers. “You… you are so heavy.”
Drunk with confidence, Jungkook leaves a bit more off his weight towards Jimin’s side. Enjoying the quiet grunt that leaves the back of Jimin’s throat. “You can barely wrap your arms around me…”
Another cort nod. “I know…” He seems to read Jungkook’s own thoughts. “It’s so hot.”
The confession makes a shiver run down the bodyguard’s spine. “How… How long have you been thinking of doing this?” His own voice slurred and drank with food, disabling Jungkook’s filter to speak more than he should have.
“A while…” Jimin whispers, words weighted and truthful. But Jungkook doesn’t get to respond, as Yoongi pulls the car towards the entrance. “Let's go, big guy.” The idol whispers with a giddy smile, and trembling legs, Jimin begins to guide Jungkook towards the car, where Yoongi is already opening the back door for him.
He is extra thankful of how discrete this location is, so no paparazzi can see the way he pathetically settles into the car. Belly taking most of the space on his lap, looking like he swallowed a beachball. Breathless and a little sweaty.
The ride is another blur, hands lazily stroking his belly without much intent. As he struggles to keep his eyes open as the streets of Seoul blend together into a mix of streetlights and neon signs. It catches him by surprise when Jimin is pulling up to his apartment complex’s garage.
Even in this fuzzy state of mind, Jungkook still feels the faint anxiety of the unknown. Having come so close to crossing that line, but never quite like this. And he is definitely not in the proper state to handle whatever consequences he could face.
Yoongi and Jimin share a quick glance that holds as much uncertainty as he is feeling right now. At least that. Before the rockstar is looking over his shoulder. “How are you feeling?” He doesn’t think he’s ever heard him speak in a tone so gentle, maybe in the intimate glimpses he caught of his and Jimin’s relationship.
Jungkook can only offer a little smile. Anxieties being, for the most part, being buried whole by the weight of his bloat pinning him down. Yoongi smiles back. “Jiminie and I were thinking you could rest up here for a bit, before you’re ready to go home?”
That sounds… incredible.
“Help me out.” Is all he manages to say, sitting up and feeling his waistband protest against his ballooned stomach.
It's Yoongi’s turn, his hands outstretching into the car to help Jungkook squeeze himself out. Even if not ruled by the idol-regimen, Yoongi might be even more scrawny than Jimin; frailer with less muscle. All the air leaves the rockstar’s lungs as Jungkook uses his grip on Yoongi’s hands to hoist himself up.
Not to mention when he actually leans his weight on the poor guy. He almost immediately feels Yoongi’s knees buckle, and his lanky arms sink into Jungkook’s pillowy body for any kind of grip. The idol has a hand over his lips, clearly resisting the urge to laugh.
“Your boyfriend is pretty weak.” Jungkook chuckles, chonky arms draped over Yoongi’s shoulders and cheek resting on the top of the rockstar’s silky black hair.
“Maybe you’re just really heavy.” The idol’s tone is sweet, letting them step into the elevator first when Yoongi immediately props Jungkook up against the wall, the sigh of relief that leaves him is almost comical.
“Two things can be true.” Yoongi chuckles, leaning his cheek against the bodyguard’s shoulder. Jungkook is lucid enough to drape his arm around the rockstar’s shoulders.
“So… what's the plan?” He knows the couple told him, but the bodyguard feels like he is finally getting a grasp of himself.
Jimin’s smile softens, becoming shy. “Get some rest… My bed should be big enough for the three of us… Maybe shower, if you want.”
“You can go home too, if you prefer.” He doesn’t have to check to know Yoongi’s soft tone is accompanied by a pout.
The bodyguard realizes now, he might not have ever given an active, lucid, confirmation.
“Oh… No, no I want to stay.” He nods, feeling his own double chin as he looks down at the rockstar. And it doesn’t fully disappear when he looks up at Jimin either; slowly becoming a permanent fixture on his face. “Can I sleep here?” He asks maybe a little bit more bluntly than he intended.
Jungkook is just too full to think about getting up sometime at 3 am to go home. But, it seems his bluntness is just the confirmation and reassurance the couple needed. Jimin’s expression lights up as he nods, and he feels Yoongi’s hair rubbing against his shoulder as he agrees too. Just in time for the elevator doors to open in the idol’s apartment.
The shift in the air was noticeable, now that Jungkook wasn’t (completely) gone, and didn’t need help walking around. Jimin’s smile giddy as he takes the bodyguard’s hand with both his own guiding him out.
“I know my way around…” Jungkook jokes, the memory of breaking into the couple’s date night still so vivid in his mind.
“Oh my god, don’t remind me!” Yoongi whines, big hands cupping Jungkook’s love handles from behind, symbolically helping him walk forward. “That was the hottest thing that ever happened to me.”
“You’re such a cuck, baby.” Endearment pours from Jimin’s voice. “I’m so mad I was too drunk to remember properly.”
The bodyguard’s cheeks begin to burn. “How much do you remember?” They make their way to Jimin’s room, almost exactly the same as that night… except Jungkook is now a part of the scene instead of an intruder.
“I remember you in that suit.” Jimin whispers, stopping his tracks. Hands caressing up Jungkook’s arms to the collar of his current suit.
“Can’t believe you two saw me like that…” His teeth sink into his bottom lip, leaning back so his back is flush against Yoongi’s torso, the rock artist’s hands becoming greedier as they rub down along the curve of Jungkook’s belly.
“I can… You’ve been putting on weight.” Yoongi’s breath brushes against his neck. His arms can still wrap around the bodyguard’s thick torso, but not without sinking a little into the plush of Jungkook’s hips.
He can’t help the small gasp as Yoongi’s fingers unbuckle his belt, allowing his bloated stomach to pour outwards. Both in relief and anticipation. “I–It’s your boyfriend’s fault…” Jungkook chuckles, but his voice comes out breathily and shakily.
Yoongi’s chuckle brushes against Jungkook’s neck. “What can I say, he likes them big.”
And oh, if that doesn’t send shivers running down his spine. Big cold hands rubbing along the bodyguard’s underbelly. Yoongi’s comment making Jimin’s meticulous unbuttoning of Jungkook’s shirt come to a halt. Face snapping up at them.
“S--Shut up!” He whines, cheeks an outrageous red, that made Jungkook’s head fall back with laughter.
“How come you’re still so skinny, hyung?” He asks the rockstar, letting his heavy arms sit on Jimin’s shoulders, keeping him from running away with embarrassment.
“Honestly, I don’t know.” He says simply. “I bet he tried.” He doesn’t have to check to know Yoongi is smiling, his lips stretch against Jungkook’s warm skin.
“Did not.” He can also feel Jimin's pout against his shoulder, where the idol stays pressed seeking refuge. His small hands finish unbuttoning Jungkook’s shirt, before they meet Yoongi’s to caress along the naked sliver of the bodyguard’s belly. Undershirt resembling a crop top from the way it rode up his bloat.
“But… He’s right.” Jimin confesses, big eyes daring to meet Jungkook’s.
“Yeah, Minnie. I gathered that.” He chuckles. “I like myself bigger too.” His hand reaches to cup the idol’s cheek. “And your boyfriend isn’t that far behind, either.”
Cackles fill the room and JImin gives his belly an affectionate squeeze.
They don’t finish stripping him, instead guiding him to JImins ensuite. While they show him how the shower works, Jungkook is happy to remind them he’s been here already. Rewarded by getting to see the blush re-grow on the couple’s cheeks.
Finally left alone with his thoughts,is when Jungkook gets to process what the fuck he had just lived thorugh. Warm water running down his overly extended bloat. Soothing some of that remaining tightness and making room for him to think.
They crossed the line… And it’s beautiful at the other side.
He finds himself smiling, giddy from what might be waiting for him at the other side of the bathroom door. Hands soaping himself up, and washing away whatever was left of his orgasm.
Uses all of JImin’s fancy products and steals his robe-
It doesn’t come close to wrapping all the way around his body. Distended belly jutting forward and spreading the two ends apart to sit at either side of his torso.
And… his underwear is soiled.
But coming out like this, even after the events that transpired at the restaurant, seems obscene. He is far too shy to ask, sparing Jimin from having to tell him there’s really no option of clothing for him here.
So, nifty guy as he is, he resorts to wrapping two different towels around his hips. Shirtless, but decent. His own cheeks burning at the necessity that it takes two towels to make their way around his thick body. Trying to remain calm, he opens the door.
The sight waiting for him at the other side is intimate. The couple stripped to their underwear too, laying on Jimin’s bed comfortably until their heads snap up at the sound of Jungkook coming in.
They steal his breath away.
The two celebrities might have already gotten a few times to see Jungkook in different states of indecency. But this is his first time seeing them like this…
Jimin’s tan, golden skin and adonis physique on dull display. Full muscular thighs and slender waist. A body everyone has seen, but not quite like this.
This is just for Yoongi… and now Jungkook too.
Meanwhile the rockstar is revealing a completely new side of himself to him too. The expanse of his pale, slender torso, skinny, almost feminine legs. Yoongi looks uncharacteristically small without the layers of oversized clothing. Soft, even. Milky smooth skin that forces Jungkook to lick his lips. Black long hair falling over his face angelically.
Both pairs of eyes seem to be taking their time over the bodyguard’s body too. A smile tugs at his lips.
“Have some room left?” He asks, walking over the beautiful display of bodies laid out before him.
“Come right in.” Yoongi’s smile is wide and relaxed, moving out of the way for Jungkook to squeeze in the middle. Right where he wants to be.
Jungkook crawls towards them, feeling his overfed belly sway side to side.
“Fuck…” Jimin sighs, rolling out of the way too.
Even after what happened at the restaurant, Jungkook has never felt this attractive. Plopping his body down and letting the mattress dent under his body’s mass. Lurring both men towards him. Before Jungkook has time to process everything that has happened and the situation he finds himself in right now, both Yoongi and Jmin are nestled to each of his sides.
“I’ve been thinking about this for the longest time.” Jimin confesses, his arm thrown over Jungkook’s gut, rising and falling along with the bodyguard’s shallow breaths. Yoongi mirrors his position.
“Yeah? More than what you did to me at dinner?” His face turns to Jimin, who rests his head in the plush of Jungkook's bicep.
“Even more.” He whispers, leaning in. He is far too relaxed to brace himself for the feeling of the idol’s plump cheeks pressing against his cheek.
So innocent compared to everything they have done so far. The edges of his lips spread into a giddy smile, Jimin looking quite excited himself. Their little bubble interrupted by a scoff behind Jungkook. But before the bodyguard can react, a hand is cupping his jaw, bigger and more calloused than Jimin’s.
When he is facing Yoongi, the rockstar’s smile is so endeared. “You two are adorable.” He mumbles, leaning to kiss Jungkook properly. Full soft lips meeting the bodyguards.
His brief surprise is melted away under the warmth of the kiss. A soft hum leaving the back of his throat as Yoongi’s lips move leisurely. “Can I stay the night?” He asks, words still getting lost somewhere in the rockstar’s lips.
And Yoongi’s chuckle bounces right back to Jungkook’s lips too. “We would love that.”
He can feel Jimin hug him from behind (or try to). Tips of the idol’s fingers barely brushing against the mattress as they try to make it over the dome that is Jungkook’s girth. This might be heaven.
It seemed like he would be too elated to fall asleep, but his body gets the better of him. Jungkook passes out before he can realize it. Slamming the final nail on the coffin of their previous professional relationship.
No line to cross in sight.
Jungkook wakes up engulfed in warmth, to what would later be the slowest, most relaxed, Sunday of his life. Sprawled out in a bed that's too big for two people, rolling around with said two people. Who have been consuming his every thought for so long now.
Jimin leaves briefly to prepare breakfast, and he is hand fed for the second time in his life. Mouthfuls of buttery pancakes, syrup coating the edges of his lip. And the best coffee he’s ever had. Apparently Yoongi dedicated himself to investing a handsome sum of money into a proper coffee set up at Jimin’s apartment.
Meals melded together in a continuous stream of food that was fed to him throughout the day. Jungkook didn’t wake up feeling as stuffed as he felt when falling asleep, but that feeling was short lived as breakfast left him winded all over again. And that bloat for sure hadn’t gone down by the time Yoongi was preparing lunch.
Not that he even considered refusing any of the food. Especially when his two most recent obsessions were either serving it to him, or bringing it directly to his lips. His continuously swelling stomach keeping him in a lulled warm state. Slightly sedated and very happy.
The couple seems more than happy too, taking turns feeding and cuddling him. And, even as the sun begins to set, there’s no mention of Jungkook going home. Or, more importantly, the fact he has to clock in tomorrow morning as Jimin’s bodyguard.
He knows better than to bring it up when he is mouthfuls away from a food coma. So, just as he and Jimin are sat in the barstools, while Yoongi is diligently mixing up some drinks for them, while the idol scavenges for take out options, Jungkook finds himself just lucid enough.
He is about to be stuffed dumb again, now is his only chance to speak up.
“Uhm… So do I go back to being your bodyguard tomorrow? He keeps his tone slightly joking, trying to hide the questions that have plagued him since last night’s dinner.
Jimin’s smile becomes shy. “You never stopped being my bodyguard, Jungkook.”
Those words make his entire body slump. And his world begin to collapse. “Oh…” He tries to feign a casual reaction. “Then I can’t be drinking too much.” He chuckles, but laughter doesn’t reach his eyes.
The rest of the night doesn’t go any differently than the rest of the day, but it's bittersweet. And Jungkook spends most of it pretending to be fine.
Showing he was let down would only make him look like even more of an idiot than he already is. Thinking the couple would want anything serious with him, the way he craved to be with them… In more ways than he is allowed to.
His chest feels heavy when he leaves after dinner… Belly heavy too. Slightly dazed, but not enough to ignore the lump in his throat. Dreading to leave, and dreading to face work tomorrow.
After craving normalcy for so long. Now the thought of things returning to the way they were makes Jungkook’s eyes sting.
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He really just thought… Whatever.
The feeling of dread looms over Jungkook as he gets dressed that Monday morning. All he and Jimin had talked about was Jungkook’s text notifying him he got home safely. Professional, detached.
Empty.
His mind is unable to slow down as the van drives him to pick up the idol. Hands smoothing over his slacks in an attempt to stop their profuse sweating. Trying to seem casual as Jimin crawls inside, sitting besides his bodyguard. Looking impossibly more radiant and happy than usual.
“Hey, Jungkooknim.” He sing-songs. And just the formality of his tone could make Jungkook’s face twist in disgust. Though he only has to contain himself for a mere second, before the idol places a hand on his thigh. Launching to place another kiss on Jungkook’s cheek.
Barely a second, subtle and playful. But that leaves him short-circuiting.
Jimin, meanwhile, looks so pleased with himself. Teeth sinking into that plump bottom lip, giddy.
“I…I thought you… wanted things to go back to normal.” He finds himself leaning closer to whisper, eyes widened like plates.
“What?” Jimin scoffs with a confused smile. “I said you would still be my bodyguard.” He whispers back, hand placed on Jungkook’s knee. “Because you’re great at it. And… It makes seeing you so much easier…”
He even dares to pout at Jungkook. “You think I’d let you work for another idol? Now?”
Jungkook feels like the densest person alive. Blushing as a smile takes over his face. “O–Oh…”
“What did you think yesterday was? A company team-building exercise?” He snorts.
“I–I don’t know-” The bodyguard can’t finish his excuse as Jimin folds over himself cackling. “Yah! I didn’t want to get my hopes up!” He whines, as the idol seems to only lean closer with each shaky laughter.
Pretty much pressing to Jungkook as he looks up with a smile full of endearment. “Would it get your hopes up if I said I want to spend another weekend with you?”
If his question wasn’t enough to make Jungkook unable to respond, the way the idol squeezes at his thigh is incriminating enough. His mouth opens and closes, looking to respond, but he doesn’t seem to be able to get the words out of his mouth.
Which only seems to encourage Jimin even more. “What if I told you… Yoongi and I want to get to know you better… and more… intimately?” He bats his eyelashes in feign innocence.
A relieved chuckle leaves his chest. “You saw me in a very intimate position already.” Jungkook whispers back, playfully leaning close to the idol.
“What if I couldn’t get enough?” Jimin does not back away. Bold in his stare and wicked smile. The bodyguard’s heart rate is galloping, but he isn’t about to be the one to move away. Not when electricity seems to only lure him closer.
The idol’s teeth sink into his bottom lip again, as if considering something for a moment.
And before Jungkook can decipher what that is, Jimin leans to kiss Jungkook’s lips. Brief and chaste. Barely giving the bodyguard the chance to move his lips against Jimin’s. Who looks electrocuted when he pulls back, eyes widened and smile big.
Jungkook is tired of being paralyzed, his hand finds the collar of Jimin’s button up, and tugs him for their lips to slot together more intentionally. Keeping him in place long enough for their kiss to move slowly and leisurely.
When they pull away, they’re both breathing a little more funny, and smiles a little bit hazier. Their relationship positively changed for good.
Imagine dad bod nj and chubby pregnant jk. And jk loves cuddling with nj belly and he slowly starts feeding nj more and he gets a chubbier dad bod and jk loves it and cuddles with nj more. Then after jk’s pregnancy he’s a bit more chubbier than nj and while their taking care for their kid loves to lay on nj’s chest since he’s really soft to them and jk coos over the sight.
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(I felt soft. This was too cute to not think about)
nostalgia. Felt like I had to repost my very first post on this account. And who else if not a Taehyung edit? xD Man. That was in may 2020. I can’t believe it’s going to be two years soon. <3
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