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bulletproofscales · 6 years ago

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What if after a really hard breaks up Jimin puts on a hecc Ton of weight,the other band members notice and tease him till he breaks out in sobs n tells them y?

— THIS REQUEST WAS EVERYHING i am trying a new type of writting though, i hope its an improvement!!!–

“Uh, Jimin?” Silence. “Are you- Are you in there?” He heard Hoseok’s voice from across the closed door. He didn’t know why he wasn’t coming in, this was technically his room too. But he appreciated the gesture of fake privacy. “Jimin?” Hoseok asked again. Right, an answer; he has to answer something, anything. He didn’t even bother opening his mouth as a weak hum erupted from the back of his throat. He felt kind of bad as he heard Hoseok groan defeatedly at the other side of the door, before he spoke again. “We were going to get something to eat.” The older stated.

There was a minute of silence between the two. Jimin sighed and slowly and with difficulty sat up on his bed.

“Comin’” He said tired. Food seemed to be the only thing that got him out of bed these past days.

Or well. These past, months; the past year? Jimin had lost track of time after his days had become ridiculously monotonous: he woke up, he ate breakfast he went back to bed, eat some snacks throughout the day, have lunch, go back to bed, take a nap, eat dinner, go to bed. Though he never got much sleep, he kept getting these flashbacks whenever he tried to close his eyes. It had turned into a routine too, trying to sleep, failing miserably, and automatically waddling to the kitchen to eat. Eat until food was the only thing occupying his mind.

He opened the door where Hoseok was still standing at the corridor, his smile beaming yet sympathetic. He mustered to smile softly at the older as he wrapped an arm over his shoulders affectionately. Jimin could practically feel his excitement, they hadn’t gone out to eat the seven of them out in ages. It wasn’t his intentions to shut his friends out entirely, but he did. Guilt swelled up at his chest, he hadn’t even explained to the six what had happened. They knew he had gone through a pretty bad breakup; just because Hoseok coaxed it out of him, and he probably told the other 5 baffled men. They didn’t know all the other details…He shook his head, he didn’t want to think about this, not now. Not when things were finally going back to the way they used to be. Not when Jimin was finally feeling comfortable on his own skin again; happy by the way his body did not have any resemblance to the one he had when he first got himself into that toxic relationship.

He knew Hoseok had noticed the changes, Jimin saw it on the older’s pitiful eyes as he saw him try to get his old clothes to fit.

“I could go with you to buy new clothes.” He suggested hesitant. Though Jimin didn’t even have to consider it.

“I’ll order some online.” Those days, the younger barely had enough emotional energy to have a proper conversation; but he knew Hoseok didn’t budge at his coldness so he couldn’t say he felt bad. But now, that he was out their room with the promise of going out to with the six of them, eh could feel Hoseok get more comfortable around his new shape as the hand on his shoulder gently squished the layer of soft fat underneath his skin. It was an unsettling feeling, the older was not completely used to Jimin’s size and he had been the person he had talked to the most during his shutdown form the world. What would the others think? He tried his to busy his mind.

“Where are we eating?” He asked, surprising himself with how cheerful his voice sounded. Almost like he did before.

“Oh we agreed on going to Seokjin’s. We discuss it in the groupchat…” Hoseok answered mindlessly a hint of awkwardness in his voice.

“Right.” He’d be lying if he said he remembers the last time he used his phone, let alone check their groupchat.

They walked until they were outside their apartment and Jimin couldn’t help but swallow initiated as he stared at Hoseok’s tiny car. During all this time, he had barely left the house, and when he did it was through an uber where he could sit at the back, alone, with no constricting space. He had only travelled with Hoseok once when the older had gotten a pretty bad muscle strain from dancing; though he is much smaller at the time. He prepared himself for a cramped ride as he squished himself at the front seat. His stomach covered most of his lap, and his thighs were to big for him to be able to spread them to give his doughty middle some room. Jimin clasped the seatbelt around him, flinching the tightness of it sinking into the crease in between two fat rolls. He blushed as he saw the older notice Jimin’s uncomfortableness.

“Don’t worry Jiminie! It’ll be a short ride.” He said with a playful smile as he patted lightly the top of his massive dome. The younger felt his heart sink; sudden shame and embarrassment spread across his body. He knew this feeling; Jimin tried to force himself to continue the conversation. But he didn’t find energy within himself to so, opting to make himself as small as he could, eyes blank on the road ahead of them; mind overflowing with scenarios of his best friends being judgemental and teasing of him. All he can do now though, is hope that by the time they got there Jimin had regained enough energy to face all six of them at the same time. The ride was shorter than he had wanted. Well, in a sense he did want to get out of the cramped space; but he didn’t feel quite ready to face the other five men. He felt warmth spread across his chest as Seokjin opened the door to his place.

“Hoseokie you did it!!” The eldest yelled with excitement bringing him closer for tight embrace. Jimin timid at the sidelines.

“Did…what?”

“He brought you!” Seokjin took JImin by the hands the older’s long arms sinking into his plush waist. He couldn’t help the bubbly giggly erupting from his lips. He missed him.

“It’s been so long!” The younger found himself genuinely excited.

“Yeah, too loong.” Seokjin said with eyes travelling up and down his body quickly. Jimin felt himself shy away from the eldest touch; but convince himself to not do so. It could have been nothing, just a facial gesture to accentuate his words. He pushed the thought at the back of his head as he walked further into the apartment and to the dining room; where he saw only Yoongi on his phone. It was weird he was the only one, maybe he has finally moved into seokjin’s home? Wow, it really has been a long time. He was going to introduce himself though Hoseok’s voice spoke first.

“Oh Yoongi-hyung!” Hoseok’s sing song voice made the older hum as a response “Look who I brought to come with me!” He sounded happy, too happy. It made him feel guilty after being away for so long, they had missed him too and he just… shut them out. Guilt was soon replaced with excitement as he saw his youngest hyung look up eyes open wide as his jaw dropped in the least discreet manner. He felt heat rise to his cheeks.

“Jimin!” Yoongi stood up abruptly, running towards and wrapping him around his arms firmly. Jimin felt the soft fat covering his entire body squished against the older man’s firm torso. Although the position made him aware of the size difference between him and the older, they stayed like that for a while. Against popular belief, Yoongi did give amazing hugs. After finally separating, or more like Yoongi peeling his lithe body from Jimin’s doughty frame, he spoke again. “I missed you.” His voice was raspy and he could feel his heart melt.

“I missed you too.” He stated simply with a small smile. He didn’t feel like saying anything more, but the idea of an uncomfortable silence between someone who Jimin had considered his best friend for ages was worse than forcing a small talk out of him. “So you moved in with Seokjin-hyung?” He asked and as soon as he saw the older’s reaction; he knew the answer. It was written all over him, and his bashful timid smile and the pink dust adorning his cheeks.

“Yeah, though it hasn’t been long. But I spent most of my time here anyway, so it wasn’t that big of a change.” Jimin felt his eyes widen, it has really been a while.

“It feels like there have been too many changes happened while I wasn’t here.” Although he was calm there was a sad undertone to the younger’s voice

“I’d say there have been a lot of changes to you oto Minnie.” Yoongi said with his cold sarcastic humor. It was typical of him, but for obvious reasons, today it hit differently, making him shrink into his seat. As much as his large form allowed him to. He was at a loss of words, he felt the energy drain from his system at the comment. Luckily though they small talk was interrupted by the doorbell.

“Ah that must be Jungkook and Taehyung.” Seokjin said beginning to stand up, though stopping half way through. “Jimin, you should go greet him instead!” The enthusiasm on his voice even made him excited to see the two youngest. Yet as soon as he stood up with the loud creak of his chair as he stood up and walked in front of everyone to see, he felt himself wanting to shrink again. He walked dejectedly towards the entrance, he could hear the two boys talking to each other across the door. And although he couldn’t make out any words, yet Jimin’s mind begun to spiral. Where they talking about him? What if the other boys had already told him he was there? What if they weren’t excited he came? What if they felt uncomfortable? What if they were mad at him for what he had done? Jimin’s stopped himself before he broke down; tonight was about reconciliation, he was not about to make this about him; he had to make it up to them.

“Hey! Is anyone going to open up or what?” He heard Taehyung’s loud yell across the door clearly, alongisde several loud bagns against it; snapping JImin out of his trance he opened the door hurriedly. He had taken so long that know the two men were standing right in front of the door closely. And now with the door fully open where standing their face barely inches apart from Jimin’s. There was a moment of silence, where he could see form up close the way their eyes widen ridiculously; they take a few steps back slowly, eyes still fixed comically on JImin. FOr a moment, the older considered they were not glad to see him there. Though his worries dissolved when he fell down under both of their weight in a bone crushing hug. The thud his body made against the ground was louder than he had expected; he still wasn’t used at the impact his new body had on the world around him; and although his ass and back where cushioned by a thick layer of fat, it still hurt like a bitch. Though his pain was drowned under the youngers’ calls of his name.

“Jimin!” They screamed too loud for the time and place they were in, earning a genuine giggle form the older. Which made not only his entire mass jiggle, but also Jungkook and Taehyung who were sinking into his doughty flesh.

“Hey, its hyung to you!” He tried to sound as mad as he possibly could. But suddenly, he felt guilt. Jimin hadn’t talked to his “dosa sings” in about a year, could he still consider himself something even remotely close to a “hyung”? What if they thought that too?

“Hyungie” Taehyung whined happily nuzzling into his girthy neck. Jimin felt his heart melt, Taehyung had always been the affectionate with him, it had been so long yet the younger’s touch and affection still felt warm and familiar.

“Hyungie.” Jungkook followed him, nuzzling his face in the other size of JImin’s neck right under his double chin. Now, he was scared. See, when Jungkook was sickeningly sweet it meant something terrible was about to happen; most likely to him…But things were different know,he hasn’t seen Jungkook in a year and maybe the youngest really truthfully wanted to be all lovey dove-

“Gu-guys…” Jimin’s shaky voice left stern as he could sound with both the older larger hands reaching for his sides and armpits. Their free hand gripping tightly each of Jimin’s fat arms. The hands that had reached down to his sides and armpits began to tickle slowly, and he got desperate. “Nohoho Oh NO GUYS! GUYS NOHO HAHAHA” Soon his loud cackles blended in with the ones Jungkook and Taehyung were letting out, they had the older trapped right where they wanted him. Even without them holding his arms, Jimin didn’t believe he’d have the strength to get both of the boys off his large body. He could hear himself laughing, it was such an odd sound after so long, he can’t remember the last time he laughed as much as in the past 10 minutes he had been in Seokjin’s and Yoongi’s house. Jimin allowed himself to forget close his eyes and laugh alongside with them.

“Kookie look! His body jiggles for a while even after he laughs!” He heard him exclaim. And automatically his laughter died down.

“You’re right! Look at it go!” Jungkook’s ñarge hand settled at the side of his ballooned stomach and palmed it gently. Jimin couldn’t bare look at them, he felt the shame crip up his insides choking him up.

“Yah you guys coming or should we start without you?!” Seokjin came to his rescue as the two youngest stood up hurriedly, not without grabbing each of JImin’s chubby hands helping him up with a struggle.

“We missed you.” Jungkook said warmly.

“Enough cheesiness, lets go. You must be hungry.”

“We can say the same for you eh Jiminie!” Taehyung exclaimed jokingly as the trio walked towards the kitchen. Jimin’s face heated up under the younger’s teasing tone. Jimin shyly walked up to his seat next t Yoongi who offered a caring smile towards him. The table was silent as the two youngest expectedly look around to each other person sitting at the table.

“Weren’t we just threatened that there was going to be no food left if we didn’t hurry up?” Jungkook asked Taehyung, with an overly exaggerated annoying tone; it was good to know they haven’t changed.

“Oh why yes Jungkook, I believe we were!” His deep voice rising comically.

“Well, we aren’t going to start without Namjoon here aren’t we? We always wait until the seven of us are here.” Hoseok started with mocking eyes towards them. Although the atmosphere was light and playful Jimin’s mind went straight to Namjoon; if the last time he had talked with the seven of them hadn’t been awful enough, the last time he and Namjoon had talked was even worse. Along with guilt, the amount of times Jimin had told Hoseok he’s try to make it, form the door of their room; he imagined the six of them sitting in silence. Witing only to see if he’d show up. He unconsciously bit the inside of his mouth as to force himself to swallow any upcoming tears.

“Jimin you look constipated.” the short man next to him stated jokingly.

“Yoon! Don’t be rude, of course he’ll be constipated with the amount of food he-” The doorbell cut him mid sentence, Seokjin standing up excited towards the door. He stood petrified. Though he ken who was at the door, so Jimin used all the strength within him to make himself feel comfortable and act natural. They always used to tease each other like this, about everything. But this change was something so heavily influence for what had happened between them Jimin couldn’t help but plead they would just go back to teasing him for his height. He was able to compose himself before the two tall men stood in front of the table. “Well! That makes seven of us!” Cheers erupted from all around the table, though Jimin’s eyes were glue to his youngest hyung, who was looking straight back at him too. Mouth slightly agape, a timid smile taking over his full lips; of course, it wasn’t in Namjoon’s nature to be resentful. But that didn’t mean Jimin was free of guilt; though he mustered a a small smile himself for the older. Luck was on Jimin’s side though, as the only remaining seat was between Jungkook and Hoseok. And just like that, they began to feast; talking loudly overtopping each other’s voices like they always did. Jimin was too hungry to talk, the nerve wrecking situation only making his appetite grow; so he allowed himself to dig in. See, the thing with food is that it had become such a vital copying mechanism for Jimin, he got completely lost when he binged, depersonalized from his surroundings. The only feeling being the food sliding down his throat rapidly. He didn’t notice he was already on his third serving when Hoseok exclaimed.

“Woah! Jimine! You are going to choke! We get that you are hungry but slow down!” Jimin felt completely stuck, petrified. Hoseok out of all people, he had seen him eat,h he heard him break down at early hours of the morning food wraps as his only consolation. Why did he have to says something, JImin couldn’t bring himself to answer. He just stood there, chopsticks halfway to his mouth. He only knew he was crying when saw the six pairs of eyes around him change with worry. Hoseok was about to open his mouth again but Jimin stood up instantly, the feeling of his entire body jiggling at the sudden movement didn’t help the hot tears streaming down his face.

“I know! Alright?” He yelled with a shaky voice. “I know that I am fat! I know that I wasn’t always fat! And I’m trying to convince myself that you have every right to tease me about it, ‘cause you do… I mean, I should already be grateful you guys don’t hate me…”

“Jiminie…” Namjoon began to talk but Jimin had just opened up and there was nothing he could do to stop the words from flooding out.

“No no! You do have every right to be mad at me… You kept warning me about him, that what he was doing to me wasn’t healthy. And I didn’t listen!” His words came out in between choke dup sobs. “Even when I got him out of my life, I couldn’t bring myself to talk to you guys again; even when I know you guys would forgive me. I just, didn’t feel like I deserved it.” Jimin couldn’t control the loud sobs and whimpers leaving his mouth in between words, or the hot stream of tears running over his round cheeks; memories form his friends, concerned about him telling him to dump his boyfriend. Jimin continuously snapping at them until it got into a full on argument. He ran away from them but Namjoon ran after, stopping him to calmly tell him; they just wanted to help. But Jimin snapped at him too, running back home, back to him. “I- I just isolated myself, I didn’t want it come back to you guys until I had fix what I was feeling about myself after him. And what helped me with that was, gaining weight… I know its weird, but- I came to love how different I look than when I was with him. And I know, if I’m so happy with the way that I look I shouldn’t be so self conscious about your teasing. But I guess I’m just still thinking you guys have every right to hate me for what I did , and I’m ranting and I’m sorry that this was supposed to be happy but I just ruined it.” His vision was blurry though it didn’t matter because his eyes were glued to the floor, or his big dome that covered most of his vision form the floor. He heard shuffling, but he couldn’t bring himself to look up. It was a choked up sob that wasn’t erupting from his lips which raised his head up.

It broke his heart to see Taehyung already crying in front of him, or to see all six of them in front of him in that matter. Painful yet understanding eyes, pouring affection; the moment alone made JImin’s eyes well up with tears again.

“I’m- I’m so sorry. I should have listened, I should have came back to you I-” He is cut off by Namjoon.

“Jiminie, we forgive you.” His tone was gentle and he couldn’t help leaning towards him burying his face in the taller man’s chest; sobbs shaking his core once more. Quickly after, he felt more firm body sinking around his soft sides. Pairs upon pairs of arms wrapping around his expanded waist. They stood like that for a while, Jimin’s tears soaking up Namjoon’s sweater, in any other situation JImin would get anxious in the silence; but this time, it was comforting.

“OK, but we can’t actually just separated from this and continue eating like nothing has happened!” Jungkook exclaimed.

“Agreed. Everyone grab a dish we are moving to the living room!” They all did Jimin doing so too. “Not you Jimin, you seem like you could use a break. You too Taehyung, go settle in.” His voice was gentler but the pair did as told. They walked into the living room,both of them with shaky breaths as an aftermath from crying. Jimin sat on the middle of the large couch, Taehyung settling real close next to him, their bodies touching entirely as the younger promptly rested his head on JImin’s softened shoulder. Again, no words were needed between the two.

“It really hurt you know?”

“What? That I told you he was my soulmate?”

“That too but, that you had through this whole year a-alone.” Jimin didn’t know what to answer, no matter how many times he’d explain it had been him who cut them out, a part of them would still feel guilty.

“Though don’t worry Taetae! He isn’t alone any more!” Jungkook’s voice piped from the dining room as he settled a couple of dishes he was bringing on handing one to Taehyung and keeping one to himself before climbing up on the couch and reting on its headrests, his muscular things in between his head. Strong hands instantly running his hands slowly and with care through the older’s hair. Soon after Hoseok came with a plate on each hand and automatically going to sit at Taehyung’s lap. Then came Seokjin and Yoongi with the remaining plates, the eldest letting the rapper sit comfortably on his lap. Following behind them was Namjoon with two large bottles of sodas in his strong arms, he walked until he was in front of Jimin.

“Make some room for me?” The younger blushed noticing how much of his lap was being occupied by his heavy stomach; he spread his thighs apart letting it fall in between and that was all Namjoon need before he sat shyly on his fattened lap.

“Minnie.” Hoseok called cautiously, guilt from the fat man’s outburst still evident on his voice “How about we feed each one of us a bite at a time? Would you like that?” Although the situation was overwhelming, the closeness from all the six men; it felt oddly right. And the idea of being taken care by them in sich an intimate way, was appealing to Jimin in more ways than he dared to admit; so he nodded.

“I’ll go first!” Namjoon yelped a little to enthusiastically earning hard to repress laughter from the others. “What? After all these crying he must be dehydrated!” The way he got defensive over it was adorable to everyone. And as cute as it would have been to keep on flustering him, they allowed him to start. Opening the bottle excited as he held it with firm arms up to Jimin’s parted lips. The gassed liquids slid down him easily filling him with just as much ease. Then went Hoseok feeding him a mouthful of one of the two plates he was holding and then the next one, Taehyung continued feeding a large piece of his plate; He had to look up to eat Jungkook’s bite leaving his thick neck exposed. Which all Namjoon Yoongi and Hoseok saw as an unpasable opportunity as they ñeaned in nuzzling it at first yet not long after a soft gentle kisses being placed all over him. He had to look back down to eat off Seokjin’s hand, though the three of them were pressing much closer to him than before. And by the time Yoongi’s turn had arrived all the flavours were mixing up in the his mouth.

But Jimin couldn’t bring himself to care about the flavour, the vicious cycle starting over with Namjoon. The feeling of being cared for and looked after bringing heat to his chest, that and the amount of food being forced into his hardening belly. Or perhaps it was the thought at the back of his mind that all their gentle caring touches were far more romantic than any platonic explanation could justify; scared by the fact of how much he was enjoying said actions from his friends. He didn’t let the worry ruin his fun too much, as it was easy to get lost in the other men’s attention on him. Jungkook began to place soft kisses to the crown of his head; large hands sliding from the back of his neck to massage his fattened breast like pecs. Taehyung’s hot lips kept mouthing on his girthy neck leaving sloppy kisses. Hoseok’s dainty hands found their way to the rolls adorning Jimin’s sides pinching and grabbing from his muffin top or his love handles. Namjoon continued to grind on the younger’s lap, even though he was nowhere near his crotch, he was directly pushing into Jimin’s bloating stomach; earning waves of pleasure flood him. Yoongi’s large hands found a place on Jimin’s heavy overhang jiggling it strongly or groping it allowing him to let some gass out in between mouthfuls. Or Seokjin’s hot breath against his ear and the way he bit into his earlobe softly. The pleasure was intense and overwhelming, so much so Jimin didn’t even noticed his ballooned stomach, not until every plate was scooped clean. A scrunched up expression taking over his face. As soon as his uncomfortableness was shown sixs pairs of hands were rubbing his swollen middle.

They had all physically relaxed when he was done, the only noise being his hard breaths and the occasional quiet praise form one of the others towards him. Soft nothings spoken barely above a whisper. “You did so well Minnie.” “So proud of you”

The questions about this whole situation where crawling back to him, but he didn’t let him bother him for long. He was full, warm, and finally eating for a different reason

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bulletproofscales · 4 years ago

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Self-Control Chapter 2

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26896048/chapters/65806804

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tw: mentions of immobility

Feet are dragging him through the lobby; he is dreading this already. Walking up to the elevator and pressing the button.

“Wait up!” Jeongguk’s head springs up turning to see the fat man pathetically attempting to run his way.

"Hobi hyung” He greets, at a loss of words by the way his entire body shakes violently under his movements. He has to stop himself midway through licking his lips; thankfully Hoseok is too busy catching his breath; head hung low and hand against the wall for support.

Jeongguk has to remind himself to breathe too.

The older makes the effort to lift his head up, reddened cheeks and heart-shaped smile, knocking the air out of Jeongguk’s own lungs, again. “Hey, Kookie.” His voice is all too sweet even when breathless like this.

He wants to say more, ask if he came here walking even though he knows that would be ridiculous; just hear him say that there’s no way he could’ve walked here. To compare just how out of shape he is in comparison to the dancer he was before. Though, in rescue of his quivering self-control, the elevator doors open, and they both step in.

Or well, Hoseok and then Jeongguk. The door is not nearly wide enough for the two of them at once.

As he pushes the button to the fourth floor, Jeongguk can’t help but be glad it’s Hoseok he’s sharing an elevator ride with. Yeah, he is nearly pressed against the wall trying to avoid his arm grazing Hoseok’s fat one, heat emanating from his body enough to make the younger feel like melting, and there’s a distinct smell of sweat that’s being attempted to be covered with cologne, dizzying him.

But he knows if he were to be here with anyone else, they’d exceed the weight limit.

The elevator ride feels endless. He is forcing himself to stare at the wall directly in front of him. Even if he wants to steal glances at Hoseok’s body, admire it, every pound hanging off a frame that used to be so slim.

But he doesn’t. Because he has self-control.

Then a loud gurgle comes from the man next to him.

Jeongguk’s face heats up.

“Hungry already?” He meets Hoseok’s reddening cheeks with a side glance from the corner of his eyes and a smile that is hopefully teasing but friendly enough to not be predatory. Detachment comes off naturally in his voice. No, Joengguk isn’t affected by this at all!

“I barely ate today.” He doubts the legitimacy of that statement. ‘Barely ate’ to any one of them means more food than on Jeongguk’s most gluttonous days. “Got to catch up to them!” He beams so happily. Hoseok is the ‘skinniest’, of the six of them. Though any variable of the word skinny being directed anywhere near Jeongguk’s friends would be laughable.

This is another thing Jeognguk came to realize a little too late. When the first changes started to occur, the others would tease Hoseok. Call him a twig in comparison to their rapidly fattening bodies. At first, Jeongguk thought it was just the other’s way of coping with their sudden weight gain. But then, Hoseok was actively taking measures to gain weight. Even with a body like the one he has now…he still does.

It still isn’t enough for Hoseok.

It baffles him. Just how open they are to both the intentional and accidental aspects of their weight gain, calling one another addicts, yet actively seeking fattening foods with the purpose of being on the same level as the others. It drives him insane.

The elevator dings and the doors open, and Jeongguk lets Hoseok step out first. His eyes were already strictly looking forward so if he got a too-long-to-be-normal glance at Hoseok’s ass, that was the reason, nothing more. And if he stays behind biting at his lip with a reddening face, it was because Hoseok walks so slowly he wanted to give him some advantage. Nothing else.

The older one turns to look at Jeongguk. “Did I sit on something?” He is asking, humored; twisting his torso as much as he can to stare down at his pants.

So many side rolls…

Jeongguk, he asked a question.

“No!” Maybe it comes a bit too jumpy and too loud. He coughs, casual facade coming back seamlessly. “I’m just letting you get some advantage.” And he even dares to say “You’re starting to waddle, hyung.” He begins to walk behind him, long and meaningful strides making Jeongguk reach him easily.

What he doesn’t expect is a dreamy sigh from Hoseok, “Ahhh, you’re the only that thinks that, Jeonggukie.”

They knock on the door; if Hoseok has to rest his palm against the wall to catch his breath, Jeongguk most certainly doesn’t pay attention to it. “Come in! It’s open.” Yoongi’s voice resonates muffled through the door.

Of course, they’d leave it unlocked only if it means not standing up. He lets Hoseok open it, but not because he wants to see just how much more until he brushes through the door frame; Jeongguk does it out of courtesy. He inhales a little shakily before allowing himself inside, closing the door behind him as he steps into the living room alongside Hoseok.

Yoongi was sitting on the couch, taking almost up half of it.

Was it a big couch? No. Did it still make Jeongguk have trouble swallowing down his own spit? Absolutely.

His gut pooled almost over the couch, even when Yoongi was resting his back entirely against the backrest; well, not entirely, he still has the cushiony back rolls serving as a pillow. His arm barely reached the armrest, but that was just Jeongguk assuming, as Yoongi’s hands were neatly placed on the shelf of his belly. One holding a bowl, balancing it on the massive dome, while the other brought food to his greasy lips. Jeongguk wonders for how long has he been eating…

Jeongguk, stop.

He tears his eyes away, but that’s no good, as next to him Namjoon is being pressed against the armrest of the couch. The taunt beer belly he had developed during college, still very much there, barely budging against the pressure; though by the bottom of it, hung thick layers of pillowy fat, molding easily at the small space Yoongi left. But what captured Jeongguk’s eyes more was the hardness that was only left on him in the round taunt spot at the top of his stomach. Namjoon was broad once, strong, girthy. One of those is still true. But there’s something about the fact that the only part of Namjoon that isn’t soft is a beer belly that makes Jeongguk want to…

Shut up. It makes him want to shut up before his self-control goes out the window.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite twigs!” Both Hoseok and Jeongguk groan at Seokjin’s cheerful tone. Squeezed into the one-person couch. Yeah, he is sitting alone, but the width of his body is for two people. His hips are overflowing out, he actually looks stuck. The fat of his entire torso squished and bulging forward; even his moobs looked squished together.

Hoseok is whining, lips in a pout like a child that’s being poked fun at. “Hyung stop the twig thing. Jeonggukie said I’m starting to waddle!” He is taking slow steps towards the bigger couch; for a moment the youngest’s breath stills, thinking about Hoseok possibly trying to squeeze himself in between Yoongi and Namjoon. Though he can breathe again once he sees him plop his weight heavily on the floor; right in between Yoongi’s spread legs, using his gut nearly draping off the couch as a nice neck support. Plastic cups tremble at the impact. Hell, Jeongguk can feel the vibration of the floor beneath his feet.

“To Jeongguk, we all waddle, Seok-ah” Yoongi states almost dramatically. He knows the older would be petting Hoseok’s hair comfortingly if his arms reached below his gut. They all completely dismiss the impact of Hoseok’s weight on the ground… Which is fair, any one of them could do that.

Which only makes Jeongguk more turned on, damn.

He grabs one of the neglected chairs from the dining table, these two haven’t any of them in months at least. And sits down beside Yoongi. Tries not to think about how it’s dusty under his hands when he drags it closer.

“Well, we can’t say Jeongguk knows what waddling even means. “Namjoon comments as if the youngest wasn’t even in the room, only then turning to him. “Kook-ah, was it like a sway of hips, or was it more like….a limp of sorts?”

“I’m basically your human walking stick. I think I know what a waddle looks like.” He crosses his arms over his chest, confidently as he leans back on the chair. That’s right, Jeongguk; just pretend to be comfortable.

“Even if you’re waddling you’re still out scrawny little twig, Hobi.” Seokjin cooes endeared.

“At least Jeonggukie thinks I’m fat.” He mumbles to himself wistfully. Ironically, Jeongguk is making an extra effort to try and not think about how fat everyone in the room is. Everyone, but him.

For a moment he has hope. Hope that the conversation will thrift to something else, anything, anything else. But Jeongguk is soon regretting it as he hears heavy stomps resonate behind the walls in the hallway.

Oh, god.

“Open!” Seokjin says before they even reach the door. Jeongguk doubts they’ll be able to hear it over the loud noise of their own heavy breaths waddling towards the door. He tries not to wince noticeably, though he already knows what he’s about to see.

It looks like Taehyung is literally bursting through the door with the way his sides lightly sink into his hips. Nobody pays him any mind but Jeongguk’s eyes are wide like deer’s, stained on the way Taehyung’s chubby arms pathetically try to reach to untuck his hips form the doorframe; failing miserably. Suddenly he is being pushed and stumbles weakly forward.

Jeongguk doesn’t even think twice before standing up to stop him from falling. Strong hands grip into the pillowy fat of his arms, tree trunk legs trembling and threatening to collapse. Jeongguk can feel the sweat from his armpits even when gripping into his bicep, all his shirts are constantly damp around the area. The younger tries his hardest not to scrunch his face in disgust, or worse, moan.

It’s selfish that Jeongguk stays there, wanting to get as much as he can of the feeling of fat under his fingers; even when Taehyung is panting and his own arms are beginning to strain.

Taehyung is turning his head to the door with a pout “Hey! I had that.” Jeongguk makes the mistake to look up from the sweaty man in his arms to look at the door.

Taehyung flinches an “ouch” at the way the younger’s hands cling with a death grip, eyes wide and strained at Jimin. The fat man shuffling unbothered through the door frame, sideways. Tiny chubby hands attempting to push the bulging fat inwards as he slides into the room.

One of these days he won’t be able to do that.

Jimin’s voice is snapping him out of his thoughts. “No, you didn’t. We would have been there for hours and my legs are giving out.” Jeongguk is snapped out of his trance, but is the reality he is living in anymore merciful?

Jimin is waddling to where they’re all sitting; taking the chair the youngest had brought for himself. Fat overspills in every direction and the chair creaks dangerously but Jimin ignores it. “Thanks for leaving us a spot.” He huffs sarcastically.

“Sounds like something you should have thought about before being late.” Yoongi says, his voice muffled as he swallows down the last crumbs of his bowl. When did he finish it?!

“Some of us have lives, hyung.” Taehyung was still in his arms when he said that, his voice was breathless and Jeongguk turns his attention to him, helping him stand back up. Jeongguk is parting to go look for a chair but the older grips tighter into his forearm. “Floor.” He breathes out and Jeongguk doesn’t need any more instructions as he wraps an arm that grips to Taehyung’s back roll, supporting most of the weight pushed against him. The steps are slow and heavy, but sitting the older down is even more ungraceful.

The thud is louder than Hoseok’s, so is the tremble underneath his feet. Hell, Jeongguk can even swear he sees some of the fat hanging off Namjoon’s belly shake the slightest bit where it rests on the couch.

“And what were you doing that was so important?” Seokjin prompts from his couch with a raised eyebrow.

“Having sex.” Jimin doesn’t even doubt before answering with an ironically cheerful proud smile.

That was also a new addition to whatever fucked up dynamic Jeongguk had gotten himself in. With time, with the gained weight, all of them became much more….close? Jeongguk doesn’t exactly know. More touches, more teases more…openness. He doesn’t know if all of that is just platonic joking, he never got the courage to ask; he is scared of what the answer could possibly be.

Just like Jimin didn’t hesitate, nobody was phased by this answer either. Namjoon scoffs. “Come on. You stopped having energy for sex months ago.” How does he know this? Is he judging from their body? To be fair they can barely walk. Or does he know something else that they keep from Jeongguk?

He tries to push the thought out of his head best he can. And rather takes a seat in front of the other end of the coffee table.

The more distance the better. Detachment.

Self.

Control.

Hoseok’s lips are pursed and his head is cocked to the side as he considers his words. “Could have been a lazy handjob maybe?” The way he offers it so casually, like they aren’t talking about sex; like they aren’t talking about their friends.

“Hobi, they stopped reaching their dicks a while ago, trust me” Seokjin intercepts with a knowing chuckle that in any other circumstance would be reassuring, but now does the opposite to Jeongguk’s spiraling thoughts.

“Right!?” Taehyung exclaims “Who says we even have any dick left!” Jeongguk sucks in a sharp breath. It should be concerning the youngest, the way everyone mumbles in agreement. Instead, it just coils arousal at the bottom of his stomach.

“Of course Seok still thinks you can reach your dicks. I mean look at him, he can basically touch his toes.” Yoongi argues unfazed. It’s ridiculous how utterly offended Hoseok looks by these accusations. However, he doesn’t argue. Does Hoseok not fight back because it’s no use, or because he knows, they know? Jeongguk tries his best not to think about how the rest would even know this if they even did.

He is officially giving himself a time out, eyes glued to the coffee table before him.

Jeongguk, get it together.

He is still focusing on his breathing when things finally begin to go, properly, downhill.

“So should we begin to order?” He tenses. Jimin’s voice reeks of innocence, a wide angelic grin adoring his cheeks as his small hands happily tap on the shelf of his belly. The enthusiastic agreements come in quickly.

And just like that, Jeongguk’s torture officially begins.

See? It’s too early for dinner, actually. But ordering is such a prolonged process, they really need all the time they can get before getting properly hungry (even though they are never fully satiated). And with their appetite, Jeongguk can easily say, they’re running against the clock.

It’s dreadful, really, he has to sit there with the six obese men in front of him gushing and discussing different restaurants they want to order. Plural, of course. Because if they were to order enough food for all of them from one single restaurant, the place will probably think they’re being pranked. Once the list is set, they allow each one to pick three dishes from 4 restaurants. Which kinda startles Jeongguk for a bit.

They always do three restaurants… He swallows thickly dreading to know that behind this change, there are six ravenous stomachs.

They are planning on getting stuffed tonight.

Fuck, how is Jeongguk even going to be able to move them afterward?!

When it’s Jeongguk’s turn to choose an order he skims over his options. All the choices are fast food places, which isn’t that surprising; they much rather have the food come quickly than have it be actually good.

They are just that desperate to eat.

He chooses ridiculously quickly in comparison to the rest. And if he wasn’t starving due to the tight knot in his stomach that made him avoid food all day, he’d actually eat the healthiest smallest option he could find; just to get off by the comparison to the other orders.

He doesn’t. Jeongguk still has some self-control left.

The wait for the food feels painfully long, which makes sense, considering the amount of food they just ordered. But it still manages to startle Jeongguk when there’s a ring of the doorbell. The first of many.

“Jeongguk-ah” Yoongi calls pleading, and he doesn’t have to even finish his sentence for the youngest to know what he is going to ask. “Could you go get that, please?” He is asking nicely, but Jeongguk still groans. It’s not like he has a choice. Unless he wants to see one of them struggle to stand up and waddle pathetically to the poor delivery person at the door; who will suddenly understand why they are delivering this inhumane amount of food.

He still has some respect for his sanity.

So he stands and goes to the door, grabbing Seokjin’s wallet on the way there. One convenience about his weight is always leaving stuff in the same spot; none of them can really afford to be waddling around looking for stuff.

When he opens the door this poor delivery girl is struggling under the bags, this is only from one restaurant?! Jeongguk is quickly pulling the bags, paying not before thanking. Something bubbling and trickling down his sides that he has come to recognize as embarrassment. Embarrassment of his six best friends who have lost every ounce of self-control they once had, unapologetically obese and inhumanely gluttonous.

He is more embarrassed that he loves it.

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