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trivialovehandles · 6 months ago

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could you write a fic with any of the members, with some soft feedism please? Like a member who accidentally puts on a few pounds and realises they like it, and then gain purposefully. With the help of another member they put on around 50-100 pounds or something? Bursting out of clothes and have a much larger appetite?

(ao3 link) also answers this prompt because it ended up being hopekook too!

After nearly a decade of running without stopping, free time is a stranger to Jungkook.

At first, he feels like he has to do something; that’s why when he got the alert to his business email asking about Left & Right, he’d jumped on it without hesitation. Why he hits the gym hard once they accept the Busan Expo performance to be their final group outing for two years. Why he practices his English day in and day out so he can look back at his World Cup performance with pride.

But after that, there’s nothing on his schedule. He’s the last album to come out, and he’s never been interested in the variety shows that Jimin and Yoongi are already getting love calls from, despite their albums being months away. He still shows up to vocal lessons, until PDogg laughs and nudges him out of the booth and says, “Jungkook-ah, let yourself rest.”

Rest is as foreign a word as it is a concept to him, but he thinks on it as he sits in the back seat of the company car that’s driving him back to his apartment, with a stop at his brother’s to pick up Bam because if he truly has no schedules, then he might as well spend time with his giant baby.

Wandering his apartment, Jungkook looks at the game consoles that have collected dust during promo periods, and his pantry that is mostly snack foods because of so many nights spent working late at the company building that he just ordered takeout to the practice room every night. It’s a decision easily made as he sits down to his neglected Animal Crossing island and orders a grocery delivery that’s so extensive, he tips the driver just as much as the bill had cost. In between pause screens, he cooks himself a meal worthy of a Parasite scene, doctored up Chapaguri and a thick piece of steak seared to a perfect medium rare, and he savors each bite, knowing he’s not going to have to tut at his swollen sodium face in the morning, because he has no real plans in the morning.

The free time begins to get fun after that. Jungkook has owned this apartment for the better part of four years, lived in it sporadically for two, and full-time since they moved the last of their stuff out of the group dorm over the summer, and he’s still barely ventured out, so he dons bucket hats and dark masks and shops around, takes Bam on walks in the evening, and sniffs out which restaurants smell the best.

Eventually, he’s gone out enough for SBS to post a funny little article about his apparent “barbecue tour.” A collage of his signature on the walls of various restaurants, surrounded sporadically by those from Mingyu and Eunwoo and Jaehyun and Chan, because Gangnam is not lacking for barbecue restaurants and the rest of the group chat is still promoting too actively to be out every other night ticking them off of a list and ranking them against each other.

The end of the year comes with less fanfare than usual, though Jungkook does plant himself in front of the TV to watch his beloved Hobi-hyung absolutely devour the rest of the industry with his year-end performances. All suave and cool, and Jungkook makes sure to message him as much, complete with hearts and fireworks and starry-eyed emojis.

Hoseok, because he always replies punctually and enthusiastically, messages him what must be the second he gets into the car to come home: Jungkookieeeeeee! Hyung misses you! Are you busyyyyy I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages??? 🥺💜😘, so Jungkook invites him right over.

It’s the middle of the night, and he’s still in sweats and an oversized t-shirt and a beanie to tame his ever-growing wild mane, but Jungkook is unbothered when Hoseok appears at the door, still in his neat stage makeup and the cozy but fashionable outfit he’d changed into backstage after the show.

“My Jungkookie!” Hoseok calls without any hesitation, practically tackling Jungkook back into the couch cushions the second he toes his Balenciagas off. “You have no idea how much I missed having all of you at the show with me!”

Jungkook melts into the embrace and doesn’t even care if Hoseok smudges lip tint and concealer on his couch, because lord knows how much ramyeon broth and spicy mayo he’s splattered on it in his months of downtime. “You were so cool though, hyung, no one’s even gonna miss us.”

“Oh please. I’m not no one, and I miss you on my TV,” Hoseok laughs into his neck, digging his fingers around to tickle Jungkook’s sides until he stops abruptly at his bared hip. “Oh? What’s this? My Jungkookie’s eating well, hm?”

Questioningly, tilting his head all the while, Jungkook eases himself out from under Hoseok to examine what had made his hyung stop, and oh. Jungkook hadn’t even noticed that he’s begun to get a little soft around the middle until Hoseok’s fingers had reached for his side and sunk in, but… oh well! If he’s using his down time to try things he’s never been able to in Idol Mode all the time, here’s another thing to add to the list.

Jungkook looks at Hoseok, whose face is caught somewhere between pleased and concerned, like he thinks Jungkook’s reaction to his teasing could go either way, and he grins wide so Hoseok knows that nothing’s wrong. Not at all, actually.

“You didn’t hear about my famous barbecue tour?” he teases, batting his eyes while cuddling back up to his hyung’s side. “I’m apparently a legend in the Gangnam restaurant scene now, according to SBS and TikTok.”

With the unspoken go-ahead, Hoseok’s perfectly manicured hand slips back beneath Jungkook’s t-shirt, not tickling this time but simply feeling, neutral fingertips smoothing along softened skin that’s covered up Jungkook’s famous six-pack. Jungkook wonders if it’s still there when he flexes and makes a mental note to try it out in the bathroom mirror when he strips down for his shower tonight.

“Oh, this cutie,” Hoseok coos into the side of his head, pressing a kiss to the curls peaking below the brim of his beanie. “I’m glad you’re relaxing. Let yourself rest before you have to do album stuff, mhm? It’s a lot of work and you need your energy.”

Hoseok leaves after a movie and a meal in a flurry of cheek kisses and a promise to see each other a lot before he has to leave for his enlistment in a couple of months. Jungkook laps up the praise, the affectionate pinch to his hip and pat of his little paunch as Hoseok says goodbye and takes the elevator down to his waiting cab, and when he’s made sure his hyung is safely on his way back to his own apartment, Jungkook skids to the bathroom on socked feet with curiosity practically vibrating through his bones.

10 kilograms. From the end of October to now, the beginning of January, he’s gained 10 kilograms without even realizing it. Jungkook strips down to just his sweatpants and looks in the mirror, holding his stomach now that there’s something to hold onto. He laughs to himself—there’s the stereotype of the sheltered kid going wild once they get freedom, and here he is, the idol with the strict body image who got a couple months unbidden and accidentally got a little chubby.

It’s not enough to be obvious, not really. His boxing trainer has never said anything, after all, but maybe that’s just him being polite. He never really sees him shirtless, anyway, not with the way Jungkook lives in baggy clothes all the time, though he did marvel at the size of his arms last week.

Jungkook, curiosity tickling the back of his brain, flexes his abs in the mirror. They appear, but only slightly, and when he relaxes again, the new pudge actually jiggles a little bit. It’s weirdly exciting. For some reason, he wants to tell Hoseok about it, but he refrains and leaves the bathroom, but keeps his shirt off.

Hoseok keeps his promise of visiting more often, usually showing up with a meal or something to cook a meal with. Food has always been a love language within the group, and he’s just continuing a tradition; of course, if it’s more food than two people might normally eat, then that’s just because Hoseok has always been a generous hyung.

Now that Hoseok both knows and doesn’t mind he’s put on weight, Jungkook doesn’t feel self-conscious about testing his limits in front of him. He’ll put away two servings of noodles with extra meat, side dishes, and a big slice of whichever cake Hoseok picks up from the bakery down the corner, and then when they’re close on the couch afterwards, he’ll say he’s feeling like a snack and eat chips, or buttered popcorn, or a whole pack of whatever candy he’s been craving.

And his waistline expands, because of course it does with that much food tucked into it each day. By the time Hoseok comes back from a trip to New York to pre-film his pre-enlistment music video and his dance docuseries, Jungkook’s added an additional 7 kilograms to the 10 since his last pre-hiatus weigh-in. He’s starting to be able to feel it now: the additional stretch to his waistbands, the gentle push of his stomach onto his thighs when he sits a certain way, or how it presses against the counter when he’s cooking or brushing his teeth. In his bored, hours-long Weverse lives, he pretends not to notice the comments that coo about how soft oppa’s cheeks look now, lest he alert someone at the company to their suddenly pudgy maknae and have them encourage him to slim back down. Eventually, he’ll have to, but not now. He’s having fun with it, and so is Hoseok, evidently, when he enters Jungkook’s door code and immediately sprawls on the couch next to him, burying his sleepy face directly into Jungkook’s belly.

“So soft,” Hoseok murmurs, punctuated with a kiss to the indent of Jungkook’s belly button. He still wears his baggy clothes, but at home with the shades drawn, he’s taken to going shirtless, really taking in his slightly sagging stomach and thickened arms and the weight that’s gone to his chest and covered his pec muscles with pudgy little tits. “I watched your last live in my hotel room, and oh god, did I just want to kiss these cheeks.”

And so he does, peppering Jungkook’s softer cheeks with at least half a dozen kisses each, and then the side of his neck, the dip between his pecs, and the tightness of his rounding underbelly that he’s had to keep under strict moisturization routine, lest the company catch stretchmarks from growing too fast once he has to slim back down for his own solo era.

He knows Hoseok has to leave in just under two months and it looms heavy in his chest just like it did with Seokjin, but at least they can have this secret thing between them until then.

They pick back up on dinners, and Hoseok’s quiet appreciation turns to open praise and kisses against each newly expanding part of Jungkook. When he has to buy a size up in his underwear and the loose waistbands of his sweats start to hug his fattened hips, when his big t-shirts fall over the jut of his belly, when he wants to do a WeLive so bad but it’s broad daylight so he does the whole thing under a blanket because explaining away his pudgy face is one thing, but his pudgy body is another story.

When the dreaded date of Hoseok’s enlistment comes in April, Jungkook’s glad it’s still cold enough to layer up with hoodies and jackets so the Bangtan Bomb cameras don’t pick up on his new physique, even if Jimin gives him a hug and laughs, quiet enough that the audio won’t pick it up, “Nice to see you, tubby.”

Hoseok says goodbye to him last, pecking all over his face as they’ve become accustomed to, hugging him close and squeezing a love handle subtly enough that nobody picks up on it. He tips his lips to Jungkook’s ear and reminds him that after basic training, he’ll be able to have his phone in the evening. That he wants to hear from him, obviously, but you can send me pictures, too, Jungkookie.

They both know at this point that he’s got a planned summer single coming out in July, so Jungkook’s chubby days are numbered, but he doesn’t have to get all the way back down until the allegedly sexy, sultry number the company is planning for his official album single in the fourth quarter. Seven’s music video still sees him in loose hoodies, layered jackets, and baggy jeans. He doesn’t have to lose it all at once, and he doesn’t have to lose his hyung’s love.

After a big blowout dinner on the night he’s designated as his last before hitting the gym in seriousness, and coincidentally the very same day Hoseok gets his phone back after basic training, Jungkook steps on the scale 28 kilos heavier than his waifish pre-hiatus self. The tiny waist that the fans fawned over has ballooned into a blessedly stretchmark-free gut that hangs over the waistband of his shorts when he bends down to prop his phone up on the bathroom counter, so the video he shoots gets a full view of his body. He flexes in the lens, but his abs are nowhere to be found beneath the slope of his stomach jutting out beneath his fattened chest. He’s kept up with boxing, swearing his coach to secrecy the one day he’d lifted his shirt without thinking to mop up his sweat and accidentally revealed his plump belly, so the muscles in his biceps aren’t covered but instead joined by the new meatiness of his arms, and he flexes those proudly before turning around. Sure, skinny Jungkook’s ass wasn’t tiny to begin with, but now he can shake it and it actually moves, and when he does a tiny mockup of the Run BTS choreography with his back turned to the camera, he watches the footage back with a secretly pleased smirk at the undulation of it, shaking right along with his love handles and the fat of his thighs.

Signing off the video with a kiss blown to the lens, Jungkook sends it to Hoseok, unsure of when exactly his phone hours start, but he knows right when they do: at least ten texts, all in quick succession, all full of keysmashes and every positive, adoring emoji that Hoseok could find.

A few minutes later, Jungkook gets a Facetime request and doesn’t bother putting on a shirt or longer pants because Hoseok’s the only one who gets to see him like this.

“You look so pretty,” coos Hoseok’s handsome face that Jungkook’s missed so much. Just to make him smile, he sits his phone on the couch’s side table, giving him a full view of Jungkook’s gut sitting proudly in his widened lap. His hands traipse along the skin as they talk, mapping bulges and rolls that hadn’t been there before and won’t be there for too much long, but he’ll savor them while he can.

“I’ll send you pictures,” Jungkook assures him, holding his gut in both hands and dropping it to its resting spot, where it covers a good amount of his shorts. Luckily, Hoseok’s alone, wherever he is. “Sure, I have to lose weight now, but it’s not immediate, right? Hyung might like videos of me jiggling all of this in the gym.”

“Hyung would love videos of you jiggling all of that in the gym,” Hoseok immediately corrects. His eyes are all soft and affectionate, and god, Jungkook misses him already. “When I get some time off, I’ll visit you. All of the members, but especially you, my Jungkookie.”

Jungkook grins. He can feel the beginnings of a double chin forming when he smiles especially big now; he’s had to cut back on the livestreams because of it and he feels a little bad for that, even if he thinks it makes his smile look nicer. One day, when they’re past this youthful, biggest-idols-in-the-world, pride-of-Korea phase of their careers and the members are allowed to take it easier with their images, maybe he’ll ease back into this. Taehyung’s always joked that once they’re allowed to, he’s pigging out—little does he know that Jungkook’s already done it, and Hoseok’s helped him do it.

But for now, he waves a see you later to Hoseok, ends the call, and appreciates how he looks like this.

#bts feederism #chubby bts #chubby bt5 #fat bt5 #chubby jungkook #fat bts #if this sounds deranged just know i wrote it in 2 sittings only broken up by a meal and a shower

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