Happy Halloween! It’s sadly the last day of chubtober.
This is a year long story I had promised to @soft-bellied-tannies. I apologise that it took me so very long but I wanted it to not suck 100%. I hope this is okay at least for your amazing prompt.
Anyway, this is the prompt given, which was soooooo good! Totally up my alley.
“It's OT7 w/ Jimin focus. OT6 is a witch coven that offers a service of meeting people's deepest desires. Someone else asks for a kidnapping and force feeding with a magical influence to increase their stomach limitations in the moment. Human Jimin is accidentally in the pick up location and is grabbed by mistake and stuffed against his will. They compliment his acting skills and he says it's because it wasn't acting and they realize it was the wrong person. They think Jimin is going to report them from misuse of magic, but he actually asks when they could do it again because he was super into it.”
These are the boys powers in the coven.
Seokjin - glimpse of future, Yoongi - fire, Hoseok - cold, Namjoon - strength/physical, Taehyung - water, Jungkook - shapeshifting.
(Warning ⚠️ - forced feeding, forced wg, magic, rapid wg, kidnapping)
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"Mails here!" Seokjin called as he entered the large sitting room, just off to the side of the front door. His coven, despite having a huge manor, loved spending time in the sitting room, doing their own thing while enjoying one another's company.
"Oh anything interesting Hyungie?" Taehyung skipped over, having been the only one without an activity. He preferred to join others on their own.
He only asked, knowing the boy hadn't opened any yet, because Jin's special ability allowed him to see glimpses of the coming future. It wasn't very specific, nor was it always accurate, but it was still a good gift to have on top of the basics.
It normally happened with touch and extreme concentration, but the boys loved when he would tell them their next client, maybe even get a glimpse of the person.
"Uh wait." Hoseok said waving his hands just before Jin could start speaking. "You know you need the practice Hyung." The sweet witch smiled at his eldest friend. Hobi was always on the boys for constantly practising their powers, but they knew that he just wanted the best for them.
"Fine." Jin sighed, letting the fire mage take the paper and read the instructions before Jin's prediction. He did have to admit, with Hoseok's help he was getting much better at prediction.
Jin closed his eyes and used his memory to remember the flashes he saw of the letter. "Blonde hair..." Was the first glimpse Jin got. He could seen the fluffy shaggy cut of the man head from behind. "Soft skin." The vision trailed over the side of the face, making Seokjin like his own lips.
"Red coat." That was a key hint. Sometimes he only ever got short looks at peoples features, which was ok, but not as obvious as clothing, especially when they were bold and bright pieces.
And finally, "The alley behind The Pavilion house," Jin smiled and opened his eyes, proud of his foresight and by the looks of his friends' faces, they too were proud.
"Good job Hyung." Hoseok smiled and patted his back while a chorus of similar expressions from the others rang in the background.
"He's a cutie too." Jin shrugged bashfully. "I think we might really enjoy this one." The person in his vision was exactly all of their types.
"Really?" Jungkook perked up as well, sitting in the chair with Taehyung who had rested himself sideways on Jungkook's lap.
"Absolutely." Jin smiled. Turning to Hoseok as he had finally sat back down next to Namjoon and opened the letter.
"Hyung was right." He beamed. "The Pavilion house, Friday night at 1:30am." He explained the details that Jin couldn't really pick up on with just a vision. "Blonde hair, fit body, red coat." Was all the description given.
Hoseok skimmed a little further and then cracked a devilish smile, bringing the others to the edge of their seats, waiting for him to spill the news. "Oh, we are going to love this one..."
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"Jinnie, can you possibly get a reading on who it might be we're looking for?" Jungkook asked, hanging on the elder witches arm, snuggling closer to his coven member. The coven was standing high up on the roof of the apartment building looking down upon the alley behind the back of the pavilion strip club where they knew their client would be coming from.
"I guess I can try." Jin shrugged, knowing the others thought the same. Besides, it couldn't hurt. Jin closed his eyes, thinking about the person walking into the alley, right into their "trap".
He could see flecks of blonde hair and a fit body, just like it described in their request. Seeing as the group never met the clients until the requested day, as to not spoil the mood, they only went by very detailed descriptions of the people.
The letter was slightly more vague than others they had received who had planned their days down to the set of underwear they would be wearing for identification, but the coven had been at this a long time. They weren't particularly concerned about the risks anymore.
Jin's inner eye worked harder to catch a glimpse of the face of the person they were looking for. It took him a moment to work his mind to complete calmness, but he eventually got there and the image showed just for a moment.
The boy had rosy lips. His eyes were a dark brown, but still held an alluring look as if they were a more unique colour and he had a chiselled jawline that looked to be carved by the gods, just as he said in the letter.
All in all, Jin was breath-taken by the stunning boy. He could have stared at the vision longer if his mental clarity wasn't disturbed by his coven shaking him back to reality, telling him that someone was there.
When Jin finally got a hold of his senses once more he looked down and saw the face he had just seen in his vision... or at least he thought he had.
"That's him!" Jin exclaimed, pointing a sharp finger at the red coated person exiting out the back of the strip club adjacent to the apartment building. The elder couldn't be sure exactly, as they were nearly 6 stories above him, but the jacket looked the same.
"That's him?" Jungkook asked, looking over the rail to the boy below, not as impressed as he had hoped to be, but then again they were getting paid for this. They couldn't fall in love with everyone they supplied service to.
"Yes, quick Joon-Ah!" Jin said turning to the tallest, but Namjoon was already speeding away. He made it down the 6 flights of stairs in 5 seconds, bursting through the door of the building, startling their "victim".
Jin distinctly remembered thinking how good of an actor the boy was right then. Not that they could hear much from where they were, but they caught some of the body language and saw how the short male seemed to be trembling visibly at the sight of a man as big and strong as Namjoon.
The witch made a point of acting like a cheesy villain to play along, as requested by the man himself, before he whipped out the magic powder, knocking their client out cold. Namjoon managed to catch the short boy before he hit the ground, not wanting to risk injuring their paying customer and then signalled for the boys to come down. The plan was complete.
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The short blonde boy groaned as he slowly awoke from the magical sleep powder some random had used on him. He was a little disoriented as he started to lift his head, but soon he was looking around the dark room, realising he didn't know where he was.
"Wha-" he asked, trying to move his hands, but found them strapped to the chair he was sitting in. He was held in place with what looked to be bondage ropes. The material was soft on his pale skin, but tight so he couldn't escape.
He nervously looked around, trying to find someone, or a way to escape, but he was sitting in the middle of a room, a good two metres from anything else nearby.
The room wasn't all that scary though. It was dimly lit, the walls red to give it a sultry vibe. The carpet was a plush dark grey with velvet red rugs scattered in no particular pattern. Draped along the walls were silk and chiffon sheets in black, red and gold, hung in arches to frame the large rooms' tall ceilings.
It honestly looked like a sex dungeon and the boy wondered if he had been gifted something from the strip club he had been in earlier. Was this how they selected their members for private dances? It seemed a bit much if he was honest.
"So you're awake..." a low, sultry voice called from behind and the blonde stiffened in his chair. His nerves felt on fire, not really liking secrecy going on right now. "So the fun can begin."
The boy tried to turn around to see the person behind him, but out of the corner of his eyes he could see movement. He looked dead on again and now saw three people coming out of the darkness around the edge of the room.
His chest tightened and his breathing picked up. "W-what is going on?!" He asked in a panic. This wasn't as sexy as he thought it would be. Most importantly he had thought it would be women, not men.
"We're going to give you the night of your life baby." A tall curly haired man said, coming at the tied up boy from the side. He had long fingers which easily reached out and rubbed up the short man's sleeved arm, making shivers run down his spine.
"What's your name beautiful?" Another asked before he could question the person. This one was at his other side and already close enough to whisper in his ear.
The blonde boy yelped in fright at the person so close to him. He tried to pull away, but the ropes tightened as he struggled. "Those are magic ropes baby... the more you struggle, the tighter they become." The same person from behind said, but the boy didn't believe him.
He continued to pull and fight, wanting to get some sort of control back in this terrifying situation, but a big tall man before him grabbed his chin and pulled his face up, hindering any sort of fight.
"We asked you a question, blondie... What is your name?" He said, his voice very dominant, making the man in the chair sink in it a little. His legs instinctively rubbed together at the very powerful aura coming from the man and before he knew it he was telling them his name.
"I'm Jimin..." he confessed. "Pa-" but a finger came up to his mouth, shutting him up.
"No need for last names love... Jimin is just fine." The person to his side said. Soon the people moved away slightly, all of them rounding Jimin to stand in front of him, making him quake in his seat. There were six people before him right now. Six strangers who had him tied up to do who knows what.
"Let's introduce ourselves... just to make this easy." The second tallest, and by looks the eldest, said. "I'm Seokjin... Jin if you like." He said, nodding his head politely.
"This is Namjoon, Taehyung, Hoseok, Jungkook and Yoongi." He pointed down the line, ending with the smallestc pale man who looked quite grumpy if you asked Jimin. He made a mental note not to anger him.
"W-what do you want with me?" Jimin asked once they had all be introduced. He didn't even believe they were their real names... kidnappers wouldn't be that stupid right?
The men all looked at him with a lusty gaze, keeping the creepy sex demon looks about them. "We are here to fulfil your wishes for the night... your wish is our command and we aim to please to the highest of our abilities."
While the boys chuckled, the one in the middle, Hoseok Jimin thought, nudged the younger looking one next to him. "And our abilities are pretty great." He says, confusing Jimin more.
He looks at the men with a furrowed brow, not sure what they were on about, but he really didn't need whatever this all was.
"So just relax, sexy, and let the coven do it's thing..." Jin said before his clicked his fingers and the lights dimmed even more. Jimin was nearly sitting in darkness, except for a small rim of light that allowed him to see just his own body.
His heart picked up again, pounding in his chest when he began to hear cluttering noises around him. "W-what are you doing? P-please I don't want this... whatever it is..." he called out to the darkness, but didn't get a reply.
The people just continued to work around him, pushing his anxiety to the edge before one person, by the fingers he knew it was that boy from earlier, Taehyung he recalled, grabbed his arms and slid his hands up Jimin's shirt before a knife appeared.
Jimin screamed in fright as the silver glinted in his eyes from the full light before it pressed at his shirt, pulling the seams apart from his shoulder all the way down to his wrist.
His sleeve was removed easily with a shred of the fabric and then the hands were gone and Jimin felt a cold breeze on his arm. "Hey!" Jimin snapped as his dress shirt was ruined. He had paid a lot of money for it from the best tailors.
But the elder, Seokjin poked his head into the light, smiling mischievously at the fretting man. "Don't worry... we saved your coat so you won't go home naked... that is, if you can fit it." He said cryptically, making Jimin dizzy with confusion, but he couldn't focus on it because someone was already tugging on his other sleeve.
"Such pretty skin... so white and soft. You'll look beautiful once we've finished with you." The youngest looking one said beside Jimin, ripping at his sleeve with pure strength. It came right off, falling down around Jimin's wrist before he pulled the knife out again and cut the fabric off.
Jimin looked around in the darkness of the room, trying to see if he could find some sort of movement or what was next, but he couldn't. He was completely blind to anything outside of a 10 cm radius of himself.
"Stop! Please! I don't know who is making you do this, bu-but I want to leave!" Jimin cried, feeling overwhelmed. It had been a long week for him at work and now with this frightening situation, he was feeling a little vulnerable.
But more hands just started to grab him, either removing more clothing, like his pant legs below the thigh, or feeling him up, touching his torso and thighs.
"God, baby. You're such a good actor..." Taehyung said moving into the light again. "You never mentioned that in your request." He chuckled for a moment before moving forward and kicking a stripe up Jimin's cheek, unbeknownst to the man, licking away a single tear that had left his eye.
Jimin mind raced at the mentioned request. He had never sent a request... they must have the wrong person. "N-no I don't want this! You have the wrong pers-ON!" He screamed loudly at the end when a firm hand came up and grabbed his cock in his pants, squeezing tightly.
The pale man Yoongi was now between Jimin's bare legs, holding his genitals in one hand. "Don't worry sweetheart. We don't judge people from their kinks... just relax a bit and let us do our thing... it's what you're paying for right."
The tight hand had silenced Jimin to nothing. The way the hand then started to rub and press against his rapidly hardening cock had him whimpering in seconds.
"Knew you'd like it baby." The tall man, Namjoon, chuckled from within the darkness somewhere, but Jimin was quickly becoming too floaty to know which way up and down was.
His mouth hung open when the hand around his cock started to heat up to an unnatural temperature. A human hand could never get that hot... it was close to internal body temperature, which made Jimin moan deeply.
Something wasn't right here, yet he couldn't quite place his finger on it. He tried to think about something else other than the warmth around his dick, or the cool wind still somehow blowing on him from somewhere... an AC he assumed.
But his mind was pulled abruptly from his train of thought when something rather soft was pushed into his open mouth. He hadn't even realised it was wide open in pleasure until a marshmallow was placed in his mouth and a whisper of "chew" was breathed into his right ear.
In a lust-drunk daze, Jimin obeyed, not even questioning whether he was being poisoned or not. He swallowed the sweet fluffy treat before another was dancing across his lips and he opened his eyes, finally questioning why.
"W-what? Why?" He said before the treat was pushed between his lips and he quickly chewed and swallowed again.
"A sweetie like you should be filled with treats, love..." Hoseok winked at him from his spot down by Jimin's left arm. He wasn't the one feeding him, but when Jimin looked he found the man had a tray of food himself and Jimin had a feeling he knew where it was going.
"You'll be as soft as a marshmallow once we're done with you." Jungkook, the person who was actually feeding him said as he slipped another into Jimin's mouth before kissing the white powder off the blonde's lips.
Jimin didn't know what that meant, yet, but he was too drawn into the kiss and feeling of hands still all over him to question too much. The next food was offered and Jimin just accepted it with a wide mouth.
Soon, Jimin's lips were glossy with his and many of the others saliva as they all dipped down for kisses before sliding in the next food.
Some were sweet, some savoury. Jimin's tummy seemed to be a little unhappy with the mixture, but a pair of hands were quick to rub his gut and soothe him easily, drifting the confused man back into his subby mindset.
Jimin had been eating whatever the men were serving him for a good 5 minutes before he started to question things again. He had drifted off with thought, but the train came right the way back and suddenly he was wondering just what was happening again.
Quickly he blinked his eyes open and nudged the strangers away from him. He looked around in dizzy confusion. "Wait..." he said, the men all stopping to listen to him again.
"Yes honey..." Jin asked, a soft expression on his handsome face, still proving to Jimin that they weren't hurting him, and he knew that, but there was more to it than pain.
"T-this isn't right..." Jimin shook his head, trying to clear the cloudiness he felt, but the fog was too strong. Especially when some of the others would hold him a little tighter, or squeeze at his cock again.
But Jin gasped, nodding to agree with Jimin. "Oh you're right... Kook, you're supposed to be changing him. That's what he's here for." Jimin's brows crinkled deeper.
A chorus of agreements sounded from the men around Jimin making him shake his head, not understanding.
"Sorry Hyung." Jungkook said from beside Jimin and before he knew it another marshmallow was in his mouth, but this time it came with a pit feeling in his stomach.
Jimin felt uncomfortable for a moment, almost as if he had eaten too much, but it quickly went away. He was wondering if it was just a strange thing caused by his nerves until the next marshmallow made the same sensation.
Jimin looked down at his tummy in confusion, not able to rub it because his hands were currently out of use. He didn't see anything strange yet but when another marshmallow came and Jimin tried to avoid it, the group got a little more harsh.
"Now, now baby. Don't play hard to get when you've been so good for us so far." The pale boy, Yoongi, said squeezing Jimin cock a little tighter. He tsked at Jimin before Jin leaned in and grabbed his cheeks, holding his head still.
Jungkook and Taehyung pushed in their respective foods, not caring if they didn't match and Jimin's body flushed again with that strange feeling. It almost felt like he was extremely full for a mere second before melting away.
Jimin whined, letting out whiny moans and tried to shake Yoongi off him, but the man was pretty strong. Jimin's eyes just teared up a little as he opened his mouth, seeing no other option but to give in to these people who had kidnapped him.
"Oh what a good boy!" Everyone started preaching how he was so good to just give in that it only affirmed Jimin's decision to go docile and just eat.
Soon food was being pushed past his lips so easily that the feeling didn’t even have time to disappear now. Jimin started to feel the fullness constantly.
He whined and moaned louder, the men all praising him for his pretty sounds when Jimin finally felt the first squeeze of his shirt against his bloated belly.
Jimin shot his head down to look at himself again and this time he saw it. His belly had bloated so much in the last 3 minutes that it was pressing holes between his button up shirt.
The boy's throat seized as he tried to scream, just letting out a high pitched grunting sound instead before trying to pull away again. He didn't know what the fuck was happening?!
"Calm down babe. Just let Kookie’s magic work it's wonders on this beautiful body." Hoseok smiled in the sweet heart shape that almost made Jimin accept it blindly, but he was too freaked out.
"N-no wai-" Jimin knew it was stupid to try and stop things... he was docile, remember. He had to keep telling himself that if he wanted to make it out of here.
They started pouring the food into Jimin’s mouth, feeling him get deeper and deeper into his submissive headspace as his belly grew.
Within minutes his gut was pressing so tightly against his shirt that the fabric was starting to tear. Jimin wanted nothing more for someone to rub it to soothe the full feeling, but everyone’s hands were too busy adding more food to him now.
“I didn’t think you could get any sexier, but you look so hot with this gut.” Taehyung smiled, adding a little smack to the taut skin, making the buttons finally give up the ghost and Jimin let out a choked moan as his belly was finally free to grow more.
The fabric shredded down the front, and due to the removal of his sleeves earlier, Jimin shit now fell into the crevices of the chair, exposing his whole upper body.
“Fuck!” The others all groaned finding how he burst from his shirt super hot. “Let’s burst his pants too.” Yoongi growled.
Jimin’s eyes fluttered as he slowly started to fall into a coma-like state, right on the border of consciousness. He could only let out little hums which even he didn’t know if they were in protest or encouragement anymore.
“Don’t just focus on his belly, Kookie.” Namjoon said, looking over at the boy. He was by his thighs and wanted to see the man getting fat all over, just like his letter request. “This baby wants to be a big old fatty all over… so let’s give it to him.” Jungkook smirked happily, spreading his magic over all of Jimin’s body.
Now the blonde could feel tingles in his legs, chest and arms too. His belly growth slowed down, as they kept up with the seemingly never ending food, while the rest of his body caught up.
Jimin was able to regain a little brainpower to focus on his body suddenly fattening all over. His eyes widened from their foggy state as he saw his thighs start to grow closer to one another, tightening what was left of his cut pant legs. His chest also began rising in his vision, adding little moobs over his tone pecs.
All in all Jimin could feel himself get heavier inside his own skin. It was a strange feeling. The stretch feeling taut but also easy.
He whimpered behind the food as his chins started to build up, the second one just scraping along his expanded chest, nearly hiding his neck completely.
Worst still was the extra firm grip Yoongi had on his cock which was starting to get rubbed by his fattening thighs, making him even hotter with pleasure.
The warmth from Yoongi's hand and the heat from his own fattening thighs squeezing at his cock and balls were nearly enough to push Jimin into cum, but the two fingers Yoongi had around his top acted like a cock ring, stopping any sort of orgasm he might have.
“Mmm-mhm… p-please…” Jimin managed to get the tiny word out between mouthfuls, but at this point nobody knew what he was asking for and when the fog came back his mouth hung open again awaiting more food.
Soon, what was left of Jimin’s pants exploded off him as well. His gut bouncing forward from being held back by his nice trousers. Now the flabby skin skimmed the tops of his thighs, hanging over his underwear waistband.
The vision of the once thin Jimin who was kidnapped was gone, replaced by a fat boy, looking close to 300 pounds already. His stomach rounded and rolled over his sides, forming love handles and a B belly.
Little moobs swayed, brushing the top of his bloated tummy, being pushed at by his fat upper arms causing some cleavage for the six witches to gawk at.
And his ass was not only raising him in the chair, but was slowly pushing out the back, between the chair backing and the gap before the seat part, looking like it was going to get him stuck real soon.
Jimin was now changed into a completely different person than when he first came in here and he still didn’t know why. Why had these people chosen him to stuff and fatten until he was a dumb piggy? Maybe he’d never know.
“He looks so good, Kookie.” The cobweb complimented their youngest’s great work as they began to finish off their food, happy with the way Jimin’s request was playing out, while Jimin just dribbled out spit as things were shoved into his limp mouth.
“You've become such a pretty piggy for us Jiminie.” Hoseok smiled, giving Jimin gut a rub once more. The small contact had Jimin moaning loudly, needing more hands to rub at his expanding body.
“P-please…” Jimin said again, seeming like all he could manage to get out now, but this time the boys understood. A few gave over their food for a moment to comply with their clients wish.
Namjoon, Taehyung and Hoseok started to rub Jimin’s body, Hoseok in his tummy, Namjoon at his thighs while Tae started to play with his pink perky nipples.
Jimin gained a pinky blush over his whole body, clearly loving the warmth of their hands on his now exposed body.
Yoongi also started to thumb the tip of his throbbing dick through his underwear, kneading the precum leaking from the boy back into his own skin as some sort of lube.
“Good fatty.” They all complimented, while Jin Taehyung and Yoongi’s spare hand kept the fattening food pouring into Jimin’s mouth. Their goal was to get him to the 400 pound mark before he came, which was gonna be very soon.
Jimin only gargled out a lame response to the coven's work on his body. He was completely gone. He had given into the pleasure and now it had absorbed him all the way. He was now just a good fatty…
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"That's it." Jin smiled, pushing the last piece of chocolate into Jimin's mouth, wiping it around his fattened cheeks, showing the boy he was just a piggy. "Such a good little piggy for us."
The group all commented on how much they loved Jimin's eyes rolling around in his head as he was so close to being finished with his food and subsequently his transformation.
Jin sighed now that he had finished his food and got ready to watch the others continue with Jimin until he was done, which he thought would still be 5-10 minutes. He moved over to a chair sat on the side of the room, where the letter of the request just happened to be.
The elder picked it up to move it, when he suddenly got a vision. His eyes rolled back in his head as forced visions were more intense than ones he could control.
He gasped seeing a man, similar looking to the boy they picked up off the street, except this man wasn't very happy and he was wearing different clothes.
The man seemed to be angrily glaring around the dark alley Jin remembered from earlier that night. The witch finally caught on when he saw the man huff out a profanity and get back in his car, driving away.
"Oh fuck!" Jin yelled when his head flopped back to its normal position and his eyes refocused. "Stop!"
The coven paused their movements, most trays pretty much empty now anyway, leaving the fattened boy in the cuffs, panting as he tried to swallow down the handfuls still packed into his swollen cheeks.
"What is it, Hyung?" Taehyung asked, looking at their eldest with worry. Jin wasn't one for swearing and often scolded the coven for it, especially Yoongi and Jungkook.
Jin looked at the boy, looking like he might keel over from his stuffed body, and realised he really didn't look right at all.
"That's not our client..."
The group of witches looked at the elder in confusion for a moment, not sure what he was talking about. The elders kind of looked at each other, thinking maybe they were understanding, while Taehyung and Jungkook were still just standing there like stunned mullets.
"He's the wrong person..." Jin showed the letter in his head. "I just saw them, they were not happy." The elder cringed remembering the choice words the man said as he left the meet place they had organised. He was sure they'd be getting a very angry letter in the mail... now probably two.
The coven turned to the large boy they had just, apparently, kidnapped and fattened up like a little piggy. "Oh fuck." Yoongi said. Jin didn’t even bother to scold him at this point.
Jimin gasped as he still struggled to contain all the food they had just stuffed into his poor body, which they now realised he was not prepared for at all. "I-I *huff* told *huff* you...*hic*" he panted, trying to raise his head to the group even just slightly to get a better look at them.
“B-but we thought you were just acting!” Hoseok fretted, everyone taking a huge step back from the blonde who was not who they thought he was.
"Well what do we do?!" Jungkook panicked, dropping the tray in his hands, freaking out that they would get into some sort of trouble.
"Oh my god are we gonna be arrested?" Taehyung feeling the same panic their Maknae was. The two of them were always feeding off each other's energy. "I'm too pretty for jail!" He cried.
Jin, insulted that the younger thought he was the prettiest in the room, when they all knew that he was world wide handsome, screeched beside them. "You think you're too pretty! What about me?!" He wailed. Jin was nothing without his skincare routine!
"Really?!" Yoongi scoffed at the coven elder sinking as low as the panicked Maknaes. "Surely we have bigger things to worry about." He said pointing to the fat boy strapped to the chair in their basement.
The six witches look back to the puffing boy, trying to get a good breath in to keep himself from passing out. Jimin's red cheeks burned when he noticed the coven staring at him once more, but it wasn't in fear this time.
His lips twitched for a moment before he licked them to help the cracks left by no moisture in his mouth. He trembled in his cuffs, struggling to voice his thoughts. "S-so are you g-gonna let me go..." Jimin asked timidly, though a smile managed to break through when his eyes lightened, "cause guess I could go for another *burp* round..."
