#chubby romance

[candywife333]

You Darn Brat!!

[ ONE SHOT ]

older noona chubby reader x annoying brat jungkook (7 year age gap)

Disclaimer: cursing, ethically/morally dubious

Can always expand it into a full story if you guys want. As is the case with most of my fics.

"You darn brat!!! Get over here!! Trying to give me a bloody aneurysm, aren't you?", I beseeched the doe-eyed four foot tall chubby two year old from hell . I hated babysitting but my mother insisted I take care of her best friend's kid, no matter how annoying the kid was.

Jeon Jungkook , the tubby tot who had the facial structure of a marshmallow, was a bane of my freaking existence. He was always either wailing or running around like a headless chicken. You would think he learned to walk since he was born, by the way he was stumbling around precariously with a head too big for his fleshy body.

He was in his bobble head era. As both my mom and aunt (the antichrist's mother) walked through the door, I heard a thud as the big headed kid fell face first onto the floor. Mom and aunt rushed to where the miserable twat had fallen. They squaaked at me like angry mother hens, my mother yelling at me, a deep furrow of a frown on her forehead, " How could you be so irresponsible Y/N? HE'S SUCH AA LITTLE BABY!! I DIDN'T RAISE YOU TO BE THIS WAY, SO NEGLIGENT"!!

Quivering in an agitated state of anger, I snapped back, " He hasn't fallen on his head like this till you two came in. He has it out to make me look bad. Look at you taking the side of a kid you didn't even birth". I stomped out of the room in dismay, not missing the smug smirk of the two year old devil incarnate, glinting his demonic dark eyes at me as though in laughter. He did it purposefully. I didn't have proof, but the mother fucking twit was out to get me.

You all may have thought I was delusional, but this was just the beginning of the torture this kid would put me through for the rest of my remaining lifetime.

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11 years later

Lounging at the pool on a fine summer's day, wearing a hot pink swimsuit and reading a historical romance novel---the definition of a perfect day. It was perfect, till a Satanic child decided to ruin it.

"CALLABUNGA!!!!!", a shriek pierced the air as a whirring tan little body jumped into the swimming pool, making my book and swimsuit completely drenched in salty chlorinated water. I coughed, having swallowed some of the water, sputtering out in disdain, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU NASTY KID?!!! I WAS FIVE FEET AWAY, HOW DID YOU STILL MANAGE TO GET ME SO WET"?!!!

The 13 year old who shouldn't even be close to capable of smirking sinisterly, capitulated rather proudly, "Stop yelling Ajumma. This is probably the first time you ever got a man to get you wet. Why be so angry about it"? He preened as though he were a cat that caught the cream.

I could feel indignation skitter across my skin, as my body shook in fury, "You miserable excuse of a kid!! More like the antichrist, should've had 666 taped to your bloody forehead when you were born". I got up and stormed out of the veranda. This kid was so immature and often didn't even act his age. Who even implied stuff of that nature at his age? Weird kid. I should probably stay away from him. He might end up like one of those psychopaths that show signs of insanity and perverseness early on.

If only my mom wasn't literally a best friend of his.

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8 years later

If the universe had a sense of humor- it sure had a cruel one. A rather vindictive, twisted bend of fate. Because why was I sitting here on the couch munching on potato chips, still working a mundane 9-5 job when my arch-nemesis was a start up millionaire.

The mischievous eyes, cool and calm glaring through the tv screen enraged me. Who knew the kid that was too busy clogging my pool filter with Doritos a few years ago would be this renowned, skilled, and rich?

The TV screen flickered to life as the host of the talk show smoothly drawled, "Now presenting our youngest start up giant of this year , tech prodigy and founder of NebulaSynx, Jeon Jungkook". My nostrils flared as I stared at the kid whose diapers I had painstakingly changed morph into a handsome man on the screen before my very eyes. Perfectly tailored suit. Freshly chiseled jawline. His narrow nose housing a dainty pair of gold rimmed glasses, jet black hair I remember detangling religiously for years slightly tousled.

The antichrist had grown up. The ominous, diabolical beast.

The host continued, "So, your software was innovative to the tech world, especially when it comes to AI and its military/security applications. What does your software exactly do though Jungkook? A brief description for the unaware youth watching our show if you would please".

Jungkook barely straightened up, in a relaxed pose on the couch as though he owned the place. His authoritative aura emitted through a mere tv screen. "Simply put, my software helps disable and decode military machinery security components , descry difficult to solve codes and passwords, and helps create uncannily accurate visual assumptions based on the data input it receives". He paused, looking at the audience with a half-smile, hair partially covering his electric eyes ,"To make it even simpler, if you got a machine gun, I can disable it with my software, without even manually touching it-- from a safe distance".

The audience gasped in awe, shocked at such a possibility.

The host of the show smiled, "That is seriously amazing Jungkook. It is a crazy, unheard of feat that you have achieved. Tell me, how exactly did you get the inspiration to launch a company with such mind-boggling software? And how did you first test it out"?

Jungkook chuckled.

Oh no, whenever that kid as much as smiles, it's always because he got away with something or accomplished something satanic enough to be that happy.

Looking back at the host with a delighted quirk of his mouth, he responded, "I was curious to see how someone looked naked. Not a very moral aim I admit. But a very necessary one". The audience snickered through the screen, vastly engaged by his lewd quip .

Where the hell was this going? My mind was buzzing.

He continued, not even ashamed, a fervor blazing in his eyes , "The only way was to use existing, normal pictures of her and use AI technology to ascertain the gaps as accurately as possible. I never did get a good picture of her. But, this initial endeavor lead me to other achievements and discoveries as you can see".

The host looked appalled and slightly amused, chiding him ,"Well Jungkook, that claim is rather shocking in nature. You sure you want to admit that on national TV? Wouldn't the lady, whoever she is, wherever she is, take offense to this"?

"She's been in my life since I was a little kid. I'm sure she wouldn't mind", he said with a dangerous, almost challenging glint in his eyes as he smirked at the screen. As if he knew. As if he bloody knew I would be watching. And with the dauntless confidence that he would be suffering no consequences from what he said and did. Like he always had. Since he was a baby.

This kid was a dead man walking. I would be going to jail, because there was no way that I was not going to murder this kid. Fuck my life.

[lady-t-musings]

Nor: Thankssss to you Tandra, bussssinesss is booming. Thesssse catalysssst you made are wonderful sssstabilizerssss.

Tandra: Mn-hmm... Nor: *chuckles in naga* I guesssss it isssss time to feed you.

Tandra: You’ve come to know me very well Nor.

[candywife333]

One of the guys

pairing: OT7? alphas X chubby wingwoman HYBE employee Y/N (omega in hiding)

NEW MINISERIES (almost resembles a series of just dribbles)

Summary: She's the man. No literally. She totally is. At least in the perception of everyone at HYBE. She hangs out with the guys like a pro , strategizes with them to get them any girl of their choice, gets rid of their one night stands with ease, convinces their FWBs to leave them alone, provides constructive criticism about their sexual techniques, and even counsels them when they are having mental breakdowns. In essence, she makes MEN out of boys. Is that her job description? Not exactly. But she does it anyway. Because Y/N just happens to be one of the guys.

Warning: cursing, crude language, eventual smut

PART 1

"Y/N, does this outfit look good for the date tonight?!!!", Taehyung paced around in a panicked fashion, worried about being late for his date.

Y/N turned around slowly in her revolving chair nursing a freshly baked croissant in her hand, quizzical expression on her face, right eyebrow propped up in a strong arch. She calmly advised, "Lose the ugly plaid shirt and replace it with a plain black turtle neck. Get rid of that thirsty look on your face and wipe the sweat on the nape of your neck. You don't want to look like you just ran a marathon. As much as old spice commercials try to convince guys that women like sweaty men, we don't like guys looking like drowning rats on first dates".

Taehyung opened his mouth open in shock and disbelief at her cutting words. Y/N questioned nonchalantly as she propped her sweat pant clad right leg on the coffee table, munching on her crispy treat, " Have I ever mislead you boi? Till now, have you not bagged a chick under my guidance"? Taehyung winced, because he very well knew that not only him, but all the other members never lost when Y/N advised them with regards to the workings of women. Especially in regards to the mindset of omegas.

They were all alphas and any girl, or omega for that matter that they chose to pursue, they got. Mainly because of Y/N. You could call her a lifestyle manager or a counselor. The words were not apt enough to describe her position completely. She was all encompassing in her role. Nobody would be able to replace her.

Y/N was originally one of their junior managers, till they slowly realized that she was worth more than just that job role. Taehyung remembered the day they had met her. When Jungkook had been bemoaning his lack of p***y at the time, Y/n had remained in her usual uniform of black sweatpants and baggy black shirt with a smirking expression on her quiet face. Side note: None of them knew how y/N even looked like under those baggy clothes, she never changed her clothes, ever. Under any circumstances.

She had taken one look at Jungkook's pitiful, pathetic little face propped up like Orphan Annie on a blue loveseat, and remarked in her usual quietly cutting manner, "You need to wash that BO off your armpits boy. Brush your teeth. Use some salicylic acid on that face. And learn what weights are. Girls don't like oily spaghetti. We like it in our mouth when we eat it, but we don't like f**king it". They had all been startled at the time.

But she had resolutely continued her tirade, "You can take the advice or leave it. But I guarantee that if you fix what I said, you will have girls falling all over themselves for you, like flies over lasagna". After her curt statement, she walked away, a baggy legend , without even a glance backwards.

Over the years, since their debut, she remained in the background, mostly staying in HYBE's main building, acting as a mix between manager, mental health counselor, life coach and sex therapist. If anyone had questions that they couldn't get figured out anywhere else, they came to Y/N. Cause she was just that good. New idols swore by her, even giving up time off some times, just to have appointments with her biweekly.

She was too good, to the point that even the jade rock statue that was Yoongi, would consult her when he was struggling. And he never even consulted his parents, so that was saying a lot. It was even more hilarious that their head of PR and sometimes even Bang PD were found creeping into her office. She was a magician and a queen and she knew it.

Taehyung nodded at her suggestions, not questioning her and got ready to head out the door as Y/N made her way out of his dressing room. She rarely did much strenuous activity, so she had this habit where she calculated her steps daily and would be found randomly pacing around the HYBE building with her tablet in hand.

As Y/N left his room, Jungkook walked in, smiling at y/n in glee, making grabby hands to try to hug her. She swatted him away with a smirk and walked away as he entered the room. He grunted, " Looking good Tae. Off to bag Ashley I see. You are pulling all the stops for this one". Taehyung shrugged , "No choice dude. She is super selective about who she dates. Which is why Y/N told me to go for a basic but chic look. And she told me to keep some gum on me, in case my breath stank. Because apparently classy girls hate garlic".

Jungkook nodded absently, clearly not interested in girls like Ashley, the daughter of a makeup corporation's CEO. He motioned for Taehyung to come closer, as if what he were about to say were a top secret, "Do you ever wonder what Y/n ACTUALLY looks like"? Taehyung, bopped him on his coconut head with his right hand. "The hell do you mean, what she actually looks like. Not like she is lying to us. The girl doesn't even wear makeup". Jungkook shook his head frantically, "That isn't what I mean. I mean, we don't even know her shape, she dresses so baggy she looks like a blob. And her face is obscured by her thick black specs that honestly look more like sunglasses because of the tinting. And her hair is always pulled up into a bun, so we don't even know the texture of her hair".

Taehyung pondered these sentiments. For sure, Y/N was very bland when it came to appearance. The only distinctive thing about her was her ocean breeze fragrance. Otherwise she blended into the background. "Why are you suddenly so curious Jungkook? She's worked for so long at HYBE. Why does it matter"? Jungkook looked uneasy as he proclaimed after a pregnant pause and gathered Taehyung even closer as if to divulge some national security threat, "I have a suspicion that she has a........please don't tell anyone my conjectures........big ........ASS".

Dumbfounded at his outlandish statement, Taehyung exclaimed in disbelief, "You mean a BADUNKADUNK, A G WAGON, A DUMP TRUCK? OUR Y/N"?!! He nervously tittered, "no way man, no way". Jungkook winced as he continued, "Well I am sort of curious, because you see...", he twiddled his thumbs with trepidation, "I sort of was looking when she bent over to pick up a pen...and her shirt sort of slid up and I saw something that looked massive. You know, of global proportions". He paused as if in deep concentration, finger on his head, "Worldwide, if I had to put it in the simplest terms. And the stranger thing, is that her scent smelled like strawberry cheesecake for all of 2 seconds till it switched back to her usual fragrance".

Both of them stood there, puzzled in a quandary. This may not seem like a big deal. But it definitely was. Because if Y/N was pretending to be someone else entirely, their world view and perception of life, may have just shifted drastically.

[lady-t-musings]