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pudgecuddles · 5 months ago

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“Sitting on the floor like that, legs spread to let his big belly hang in between, he looked so good. His stomach sitting on the floor, on his legs, just taking up so much space as well as his thighs. An arm on the dome of his belly and the other shakingly trying to help him stay up.”

Omigod wow 🥵 Worth the wait!

Old friends, new discovery pt.3/3

It's only when Seokjin got home that he realized he'd forgotten his handbag at Namjoon's house. It wasn't that huge of a problem since his apartment door opened with a keypad and he had his phone on him, but he needed his wallet, he couldn’t just leave his bag there. And it was his favorite bag.

So he sent a quick message to Namjoon, asking if he had time to come over tomorrow after Seokjin was done with his work. The older will never admit that it's also because he got curious about how Namjoon would look in his apartment. When Namjoon agreed to come and give his bag back to him on said time, asking if they could share dinner then, Seokjin pushed down all the horny thoughts that this suggestion brought out to him and agreed to dinner.

The next day, Seokjin went and got groceries right after work to start cooking some dinner for them. Seokjin gloated about his cooking again to Namjoon as he suggested he cooked for them and not order takeout.

After he was done cutting the vegetables he needed, he put them in a big pot to let it cook. He put basically all the rice he could fit in his rice cooker, before getting back on the vegetables and adding water and curry cubes to make Japanese curry. A whole lot of Japanese curry. Enough to feed him for days if he was the only one eating it.

Some time after, as the curry was almost done cooking, someone rang at the front door. Seokjin took a steadying breath and he smoothed out his shirt, walking briskly towards the door to open it.

He smiled at Namjoon standing in front of him, panting as always, wearing a button up shirt that was stretched thin around his stomach, not able to cover the hanging part of it and leaving at least 5 centimeters of belly visible, and his pants looked snug like they hadn't been worn in a while.

He greeted him and forced himself to not let his gaze linger too long on his body and let the younger enter his home. Though it wasn't so easy.

Namjoon tried to enter head on like normal, but his hips were too wide for the narrow entry. Seokjin just stared at him as Namjoon sent him a bashful glance, turning sideways to try it that way. His stomach was close to getting caught in the doorway but he was able to slip through. Seokjin closed the door after him and led the way, being extra cautious on looking straight in front of him as he was hearing Namjoon waddled his way behind him. He could clearly hear his heavy breathing, constant every time they saw each other, and he could only imagine his underbelly jiggling like crazy as his thighs continued to hit it at every step. Once he reached the living, he turned towards the younger only to see him maneuver himself slowly sideways to slip through the living room's doorway, the frame of it was smaller than the main entrance. It was a tight fit but he passed the doorway with no damage. Namjoon sighed and walked as quickly as he could (it was very slow) to the couch, sitting his gigantic ass on it. Both men heard the dangerous cracking noises it let out when Namjoon was finally seated, exchanging a silent glance. Namjoon smiled at Seokjin then and settled his handbag on the coffee table with a bit of a struggle reaching it around his belly. He basically had to throw the bag on the table since he couldn't reach it enough to put down the object gently.

"How's it been since yesterday?" he asked Seokjin with a laugh that made his entire body jiggle once he leaned back against the couch. It creaked again, like it was suffering under his weight.

"It's been good" Seokjin responded, voice strained. He gulped down his arousal, always coming back intensely whenever he just saw Namjoon. But now, after seeing how his couch was struggling and how close he was to getting stuck in his doorways, it was hard. Hah. "How about you?" he finally said, plastering a sweet smile on his face that was half genuine, half there to keep his thoughts straight.

"Good too." Namjoon put a hand on his stomach as he was still trying to stop panting. Seokjin thinks it’ll never be possible with how massive he was. "Though since you mentioned your cooking I can't stop thinking about it. My stomach misses it"

Seokjin blushed as he was brought back to his highschool self, cooking for Namjoon for almost every lunch. It was a way to show his affection to the younger at the time, and even back then seeing him eat was… An experience.

He sent him a shy smile and got up, retrieving all the food he made earlier to put it on the dining table. He put all the rice inside a bowl and settled it beside the pot of curry, then set the dishes. He served their respective bowls, putting a way bigger portion in Namjoon’s.

He brought out bottles of soda too, but not the dessert yet. He's keeping that secret for now, a bit embarrassed about his idea. He didn’t want to admit he had one before they even got to eat, he didn’t want to seem like he was pushing it onto Namjoon. He didn’t want the younger to connect the dots and understand that him eating was the ultimate turn on for Seokjin.

"Well I hope you're hungry. Here it is, I made curry" he said, pointing to the big pot filled with food, beckoning Namjoon to come sit at the table as he first served himself his small portion of food.

Namjoon got up, struggling. He had to grip the armrest with a deathgrip to help him get up. After he was finally on his feet, he walked heavily to the chair Seokjin had left for him, looking worried at the tiny size of it. He still scooted it back enough for him to fit, and he sat down slowly onto it. His thighs and ass were spilling out of the chair, Seokjin couldn’t even see it anymore, engulfed in Namjoon's fat body. It was so hot seeing a man this huge trying to fit in a tiny chair like this, but he looked very uncomfortable. So Seokjin got up, took the chair beside Namjoon's and he brought it beside him.

"Take this one too." He said quietly. Namjoon just looked at him quietly, before settling his obese body on the two chairs with the help of Seokjin. It was finally more comfortable, even if he was so huge his thighs were still spilling out of the chairs slightly. At least it was more stable than just sitting on one chair.

Seokjin took the ladle for the curry and started to serve Namjoon, asking the younger to say when to stop. Namjoon waited until the curry was filling the bowl entirely before saying stop, grabbing his spoon already.Seokjin assured Namjoon that he was free to take more if he was still hungry, digging into his own food.

Namjoon for once seemed to be taking his time savoring Seokjin's food as it's been a long time ever since he tasted it. But he still finished his share before Seokjin did, even if the older had a smaller portion. Seokjin simply didn’t realize that he's been staring at Namjoon for far too long until that very moment when the younger looked at him in the eyes questionably. Seokjin quickly looked down at his bowl, ashamed, and resumed eating what he served himself. It was almost cold, and that made him feel even more humiliated. Just for how long has he been staring at the younger? He decided to just not look at him again until he finished his own share of food.

Although that decision lasted shortly and he couldn’t help looking back up when Namjoon complimented his food with the same enthusiasm as when they were younger, making Seokjin feel very endeared by that. The younger then reached out to get seconds, having to get up to do so, his uncovered underbelly sitting on the table when he leaned over the pot of curry to get his second helping. He poured a hearty amount of it into his bowl and packed the remaining space with rice. After he settled his gigantic butt back down on his two chairs, Seokjin had to look away. He determinedly finishes his plate before he starts staring again and making the younger feel creeped out by him.

They didn’t talk about what happened the last time they were together and when Seokjin helped Namjoon rub his belly. And since Namjoon didn't mention it, Seokjin didn’t, feeling like the reason the younger didn't talk about it was because he felt uncomfortable about it but he let it slide because he was too kind. So Seokjin thought he wouldn’t add fuel to the fire and ruin his second chance like that.

Sadly, his primitive instincts were burning up by themselves as he watched Namjoon gobbled down all the food he cooked. Gobbled was the right word, as when he ate his first bowl he was taking his time, when he was serving himself for the fourth time he was eating his food like there was no tomorrow, eating at the pace of someone possessed by a very hungry pig. He was drinking soda glass after glass, drinking more than a liter of it by himself. And when he finished his bowl, he half tried to reach for the pot again, but his stomach was too full for him to do it. He was leaned against the backrest, a hand on his stomach and the other one reaching out for the pot halfheartedly. He looked so big, so tantalizing with his stomach spilling out the bottom of his shirt and straining the buttons, with some curry at the corner of his lips, sitting on two chairs but still asking for more. He couldn’t hide his fat rolls emphasized by his tight shirt and pants, but it was like he didn’t want to.

He sent an asking glance at Seokjin and the older understood that it was now his job to serve him the food he wanted.

Seokjin got up from his chair and he scraped the remnants of the pot to fill Namjoon’s bowl with it. It was more than the portion the younger had put in his previous four servings but he didn’t say anything. Seokjin also gave him the rest of the rice.

They were silent, and the older couldn’t help but feel some sort of tension between them, mostly because of how intensely Namjoon was staring at him now. God, did the younger feel that when Seokjin did that to him earlier?

Seokjin settled back down on his chair, suddenly unable to make any eye contact with Namjoon. He didn’t know what to feel about it all. He stared down at his hands, trying to act nonchalant.

He could hear Namjoon finishing the dish he cooked, the small sounds the two chairs made everytime he leaned towards his plate, and he thought that if Namjoon really was uncomfortable here with him he wouldn’t be doing that right now.

He looked up at him slurping down the rest of his curry to eat faster, bringing full spoons of rice in his mouth and barely chewing before swallowing. He apparently set his mind on finishing the 2 liters bottle of soda, seeing as he was finishing it along with his meal.

Quickly enough, not a crumb was left on his plate and Seokjin, because of the silence between them and the eye contact they shared after Namjoon put down his plate, felt a sudden surge of bravery.

“I still have feelings for you Joonie” he sputtered out determinedly, even if he was blushing and fiddling with his fingers. He was looking straight into Namjoon’s eyes, so he clearly saw how they widened slightly at the confession.

“Oh. Really?” Namjoon asked, a bit incredulous. Seokjin only nodded in response. “Me too” the younger added.

They stared at each other silently, taking the time to understand what that meant for them. They started laughing together, thinking of how silly it all was right now. And they laughed for a little while, caught up with it until it was cut by an abrupt belch coming from Namjoon. He sheepishly put a hand on his mouth, and Seokjin blushed as he thought back of how much that man ate tonight in front of him. And all the other times.

“Right hum, is it a body thing?” the latter asked. Seokjin blinked at him.

“What do you mean?” he asked, but he thinks he knows. He’s already started blushing even more.

Namjoon rubbed the side of his belly mindlessly, muffling another burp.

“I think you know what I mean. I’ve noticed your stares. I kinda thought it was out of disgust but hum…Your boner last time wasn’t all that discreet. Or your suggestion to help rub my stomach” Namjoon responded, a bit sheepishly but also smug.

Seokjin chuckled nervously, hiding his face behind his hands.

“Shit, I’m sorry… I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. And it’s not just a body thing, not at all” he was quick to justify, tone assured.

He felt a chubby hand gently pry his hands off his face and hold them, so he had to look at Namjoon again. He was looking at him earnestly and with eyes full of kindness.

“I believe you. And you didn’t make me uncomfortable.” he said with a smile that Seokjin reciprocated.

They stared at each other in silence before Namjoon shuffled awkwardly on his seats.

“Could you help me sit on the couch please? The chairs are starting to hurt” Namjoon asked, and Seokjin was quick to be on his feet and ready to help him up.

The younger smiled at him and accepted the help. While he was lifting himself up with his left arm on the table, Seokjin was helping him from the right. With great teamwork, he was up quickly, and the older didn’t let his arm go until he was sat again.

He escorted him as he slowly walked to the couch, turning around with a bit of difficulty before sitting at the seat he was on earlier. Seokjin held on tight for him to sit as gently as he could.

The couch made noises of complaints again and the older slightly feared that it wasn’t strong enough to hold Namjoon’s weight. But since it only seemed to make noise and wasn’t budging at all, he brushed it off for now. He attentively looked at Namjoon sitting on his couch, in his home, and excitement simmered more intensely inside his stomach as he felt a new kind of thrill had started after their confession. That thrill amplified as he saw how massive Namjoon was on his tiny couch, something that didn’t look so apparent in the younger’s apartment that is furnished adapted to his weight. His belly was hanging out the seat and he almost was half on and half out the couch, but it didn’t seem to bother him. He seemed more content on this seat than on the two chairs, which is fair.

He was unsurprisingly out of breath, but it did look like he was constantly because of all the fat he had hanging on his body.

Right before Seokjin could open his mouth and say something along the lines of you look so hot right now or anything else like this, a loud cracking noise resonated in his apartment, followed by a loud thunk.

The couch broke right under Namjoon. And he was now lying awkwardly on the floor, belly up.

Seokjin didn’t linger too long and the view of this beached whale on his floor, belly so big that even while lying down it covered half his thighs and obstructed his view. Seokjin, from where he was standing, couldn’t see Namjoon’s face because of it. But he saw his struggle trying to get up, and again, he was quick to help him.

This time, it was harder to get him up. Seokjin could only grab one of his arms, and he gathered all his strength to try and get him up. His fingers sunk in his flesh as he tried to pull him up, and Namjoon tried to use his other arm to push him up on the floor

With all their strength combined, they were able to get Namjoon into a sitting position. Seokjin’s arms were straining and they went a little numb with hurt, and he was panting as well as Namjoon. The younger was also sweating, patches of sweat visible on his tight shirt.

Sitting on the floor like that, legs spread to let his big belly hang in between, he looked so good. His stomach sitting on the floor, on his legs, just taking up so much space as well as his thighs. An arm on the dome of his belly and the other shakingly trying to help him stay up.

Seokjin couldn’t resist. He crouched down next to Namjoon and he extended his arm to cup one of his cheeks to make Namjoon look at him. They exchanged a knowing look and Seokjin leaned in to kiss him fervently. He had to be flushed against his stomach to be able to do it, and it only added up to his pent up excitement.

God knows for how long they kept on making out. And how long it took to make Namjoon stand up and walk to Seokjin’s room to follow up with… Other things.

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pudgecuddles · 5 months ago

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Old friends, new discovery pt.2/3

They started to talk a lot more to each other on the phone, having regular calls and talking about whatever they felt like talking about. Seokjin realized that maybe his feelings for Namjoon never really went away, and when Namjoon suggested they see eachother again he jumped on the opportunity.

They were on a call, late at night long past bedtime.

“Hyung, we should meet up again soon” Namjoon said.

“Sure, where do you want to go?”

“Uh, you could come over. If you want” the younger suggested, suddenly sounding very shy. That took Seokjin by surprise, and he got flustered.

“Well… I’m not against it” he responded with a slightly nervous laugh.

“Oh! Oh well, I’m free tomorrow night if you can” Namjoon said with an apparent smile in his voice. Seokjin smiled back, even if the younger couldn’t see it.

“Let’s go then, tomorrow night it is.”

And so soon enough, Seokjin was standing in front of Namjoon’s apartment door after he buzzed him in. It didn’t take him long to find the apartment seeing as it was on an interfloor connected to the lobby. He only had to climb a few stairs to get there.

He was nervous. He knows that he’s visibly sweating right now, nervous to see Namjoon again. Part of it was because of his still ongoing feelings for him and another part was because of his appearance, obviously. He’ll never say it aloud but he did have multiple wanking sessions thinking about Namjoon.

That’s not okay.

He took a deep breath and knocked softly on the door. He then heard a few beats later a succession of heavy steps getting closer, and he gulped in anticipation. The door opened and he was greeted by a panting Namjoon wearing a shirt that he had to slip down as it had rode up from his walk to the door, and sweatpants so large Seokjin thinks he could fit in one leg, twice, even thrice. It was slipped over the hang of his belly, it had to be really big to fit. He quickly looked into Namjoon’s eyes, gracing him with a genuine happy smile.

“Hi Joon-ah”

“Hey hyung” the younger said with a huff of laughter, smiling back at him. Seokjin wanted to poke his deep dimples so much, and his chubby cheeks were truly the cutest things ever.

The younger let him in, walking back into the living room while Seokjin took off his shoes. Seokjin stared at him, how he was waddling and clearly jiggling all over even from his back. He was going to go crazy.

When he was done taking off his shoes, he followed Namjoon to the living room. He noticed how the doorframe at the entry of it was far wider than normal, and when he finally stepped into the room he had to stop for a second.

Every piece of furniture was sparse, the couch was large with a huge indent in the center, there was a huge space between it and the coffee table, as well as a huge space between said coffee table and the TV stand. He looked at his right, the wide opening of the kitchen behind a big dining table pushed to the wall with a few chairs around it. All chairs were obnoxiously wide and of course without handles. Namjoon was sitting on one, turned towards Seokjin as he took his breath quietly. Seokjin took a seat beside him, putting his handbag on the floor.

“I ordered some food for us, we could watch a movie while eating it if you want” Namjoon said with a smile, and Seokjin nodded with a smile of his own.

They talked, and it was even better than their text conversations. Seokjin was having a good time, feeling like a giddy teenager around his crush again, until the doorbell rang. Namjoon took support on the dining table to lift himself from his chair, telling Seokjin he could do it himself when the older offered his help. He slowly got up and walked to the door with a groan. Seokjin just sat there, starting to break in sweat again at the fact that he’s gonna see Namjoon eat, again. That mundane action shouldn’t be this hard to bear just because it was Namjoon doing it. When it was huge, massive, morbidly obese Namjoon doing it.

His train of thoughts were shut when he heard Namjoon calling out for him. He instantly got up and went towards the other man.

“Hyung, could you help me with the bags? I can’t carry all of them” Namjoon said, already carrying four bags in his fat arms like he was used to balancing them that way. Seokjin realized that he wasn't asking for help for the bags in his arms but the only one that was left on the floor when Namjoon made his way to the living room easily with the bags in his arms. Seokjin tried not to think about how many times he did that to be so used to it. He bent down and took the last remaining bag and damn, it was heavy. Were the other ones as heavy as this one?

He carried it to the living room and saw that Namjoon had already set the others on the coffee table. He looked at the younger slowly lowering himself right in the indent in the couch, hearing it creak when Namjoon fully leaned back with a huff. Seokjin put down the bag in his hands along with the others, going to sit not too close to the other man but quickly found out he could still feel the warmth he’s emanating. Seokjin gulped as quietly as he could and he unpacked the bags helpfully. Namjoon thanked him quietly, scratching his stomach absentmindedly, not bothering to bring the hem of his shirt down as it had rode up. He looked quite positively huge, and Seokjin felt like he was going to go crazy for the umpteenth time again.

“Take whatever you want, I ordered a bit of all you like most” Namjoon said, leaning forward a bit to take something for himself after Seokjin decided.

The older than saw that yeah, he ordered a bit of every type of fast food he liked, and that made a part of his heart melt. For the younger to remember the names of them after all these years really touched his heart. He smiled at Namjoon and bent towards the table to grab a portion of fried chicken, repositioning himself more towards Namjoon when he leaned back up. The younger then leaned down himself and struggled to catch the food he wanted to reach, so yet again Seokjin decided to help him. But he still waited a few more seconds, watching the other man struggle to reach the closest thing placed on the coffee table in front of him because of his huge belly getting in the way and getting tired because his arm was too heavy. In the end, Seokjin waited so much that Namjoon leaned back with a sigh, putting a hand on his stomach as he breathed a bit heavily. His shirt had rolled up again, uncovering a big chunk of his belly even over the hem of his sweatpants, and Seokjin finally got the motivation to grab what Namjoon wanted and giving it to him, the younger thanking him after each dish he gave, putting them on the empty seat beside him and the ones he was going to eat first right on his belly. Seokjin said nothing as he gave him one of the disposable forks they gave with the meals.

Namjoon gave him the controller for the TV and he told him to put whatever he wanted on the TV, and Seokjin did.

But he didn’t watch a single second of the movie he’s put on. He didn’t even know which one he chose, as he got too enraptured by the younger eating beside him. Seokjin debated if eating was the right word right now when the younger was downright gorging himself on the food he’s bought, eating without taking a breath and so focused on the meals. He wasn’t exceptionally fast, but he was barely taking his time to enjoy the food as he ate more and more, making his shirt ride up, making the hem reach the dome of his stomach quickly. Seokjin helped him grab every single other meal that were put on the coffee table when Namjoon asked for them, and each time Namjoon brought more fatty food in his mouth and directly bringing more calories in his body that any man should consume, Seokjin went a little more crazy. And when he brought the hem of his sweatpants down under his stomach to make more space, struggling to do it as he couldn't reach the front of his belly anymore, he had to take a breather.

It was so much for him he knew he was going to pop a boner right there and then. He discreetly grabbed a big blanket that was hanging off the couch, and he put it messily on his lap, hopefully to hide the fact that he was already starting to get hard. Namjoon didn’t notice it, as he finished the last meals with a few burps, probably because of his stomach begging for space.

After eating enough to feed 10 people, Namjoon properly sat back with a burp, looking like the biggest man Seokjin had ever seen with his huge swollen belly uncovered by his too tight shirt, his belly covering half his lap. His stomach was so filled with blubber that it even bulged out outwards, joining his big love handles and spilling out the sides of his thighs. The fat of his under belly was directly touching the sofa, hanging down heavily out of it. His thighs were so big they were overfilling his seat and spreading out on both sides of the couch seat. His arms grew too tired apparently, as they were limply hanging on his side, not able to get flushed with his torso as too many rolls were between them. He muffled a few burps still, eyes closed as he probably was fighting a food coma at this point.

"Can you" he stopped himself to get another burp out. "get the dessert in the fridge? I was keeping it for later but I think I'll have it now" Namjoon said.

Seokjin looked at him in bewilderment. There's no way he still had space for any more food. Also, he couldn't quite get up without revealing his hard on.

He still plastered a smile on his face, probably very fake, and he got up slowly while keeping the blanket in his two hands, hiding his boner. He went to the kitchen, putting the blanket on a chair and taking a breath.

It's going to be hard. Pun intended.

He opened the fridge and his mind stopped for a moment. There was only one dessert there.

It was a full chocolate cake.

Seokjin inspected the fridge, looking at all the fatty foods and mostly drinks were filling it. He looked into the fridge door and saw a few bottles of what looked like milk at first, but he then saw that it was straight up heavy cream.

Seokjin grabbed it and the cake, thinking of an excuse to give heavy cream to Namjoon. If the younger recognize the bottle he'd just say that he mistook it for milk.

He grabbed the blanket again while holding the other stuff, it was tricky but he was able to get back to the living room safely.

He sat again, carefully discarding the blanket on his lap, and gave Namjoon the cake.

"Here you go. I took something for you to drink in case you get thirsty" he said innocently, giving the bottle of cream to him too. Namjoon sent him a smile, holding the cake on his belly, before he dug in. With his hands.

Seokjin felt like his brain short circuited, as well as arousal taking over. It was like the time in the restaurant, it looked like a hot and sexy wet dream that felt too real. He couldn't help but stare at Namjoon gobbling down the cake like he was starving, taking big swigs of heavy cream in between huge bites of cake. It was maddening. This already behemoth of a man was putting even more calories into his system like it was second nature to him. Like he couldn't help himself but get fatter.

Seokjin just stared at him the entire time until he finished the cake and the bottle of cream. His stomach, which was already big empty and was even bigger after his fast food meals, was so huge in front of him now that Seokjin was struggling to understand that it was real. The shirt was no longer a question, it rode so high up it was reaching the first roll on top of Namjoon's enormous belly, right under his moobs. The younger seemed to be trying to soothe his belly by rubbing it, but he was too fat to even reach half of his blubber there. It looked like it frustrated him a lot. Without thinking, Seokjin thrusted his hand forward and he finally touched Namjoon's stomach.

It was warm, and still way too soft for someone who just stuffed themselves past their limit. Seokjin loved it.

He rubbed what Namjoon couldn't reach, and the younger let out groans of pleasure, alternating with burps. With all the jiggling Seokjin's rubbing did to his stomach, the shirt had slipped right under his massive moobs, revealing a long fat roll under two rolls that were under his moobs. It was like Namjoon was made of rolls. Seokjin would give anything to see him without clothes on right now.

While still rubbing his belly, Seokjin scooped up closer to Namjoon, leaning against his pillowy arms to rub his belly better and to feel more comfortable. It felt intimate, but since they didn't say anything about it, it mostly felt natural.

They stayed like that for a while, until Seokjin felt too tired. He reluctantly said he needed to get home, quickly ordering an Uber on his phone. He came here straight up after work and didn't take his car, but fortunately since the Uber is supposed to arrive in 20 minutes, they have time to continue talking for a while.

When the car was almost there, Seokjin got up from the couch, very thankful that his boner had long come down, but then Namjoon insisted he walk him to the door.

Seokjin watched him rock back and forth multiple times, trying to gain momentum, before finally getting up. He had tried to put his shirt back down his stomach but it was only able to cover half of his belly, even a little less.

If he walked slowly when he greeted him earlier, it was even worse now. Even if Seokjin was walking first, he heard how slow he was and how much it exerted him. He got to the entry and put his shoes on as well as his jacket, waiting on Namjoon who was still far behind. Just looking at him trying to walk up to him while breathing heavily like he ran a marathon was a sight to see. When the younger reached him, he smiled tiredly.

"Sorry, it's hard to walk as fast as you" Seokjin was trying to find something witty to say in response but before he could do that, his phone pinged as he received the notification that his Uber was there. Because of this and taking Seokjin by surprise, Namjoon went and hugged him softly, engulfing him against his stomach. Seokjin hugged back, obviously not able to circle around him, and he thanked him in a quiet and flustered voice. Namjoon was so big, so soft, so warm under his hands, he wished he could stay here forever.

But he just got out and took his Uber, wondering what the hell just happened again.

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