#soft bellied tannies

[soft-bellied-tannies]

Chubtober Day 6!

We going with a WIP today, friends. I haven't had much time to write this weekend, but I wanted to share something with you so here is a snippet I have been working on.

It will eventually be posted as a part of the second chapter to last year's Chubtober finale - Full, Fuller, Fullest.

Definitely read that first before checking out this WIP otherwise, it won't make much sense lol!

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Jimin should have realized sooner that a day or two wasn’t going to be enough to recover from his week-long stuffing. He also should have realized how much being full for a week straight would stretch out his stomach.

Getting ready for bed Sunday night after quite possibly the best week of his life was proving to be more of a challenge than he thought. He wouldn’t say that Jungkook fed him quite as much over the weekend because Jungkook wasn’t the instigator this time around.

Jimin snacked all day long Saturday and had been the one to overdo it all on his own with a few too many dumplings.

Sunday had been a slow afternoon, laying around and finishing their latest drama while Jimin emptied a bag of honey butter chips, two cups of instant ramen, a pint of ice cream, and a couple of random choco pies he found in the pantry - all washed down with a couple cans of Coke.

After brushing his teeth, Jimin lifted up his shirt to see that his stomach almost looked more bloated now than it did a few nights ago. He started to trace a faint pink line that popped up next to his belly button when Jungkook cleared his throat from the doorway of the bathroom.

“So much for that recovery weekend, huh?” Jungkook asked with a teasing smirk. He stepped behind Jimin and reached around to caress his belly.

Jimin leaned back into Jungkook’s chest as he rolled his eyes. “This is all your fault. It was your idea to begin with.”

“Oh no, my idea ended on Friday night. No one forced you to eat our whole snack supply this afternoon,” Jungkook replied, patting Jimin’s still-taut belly a few times.

“Well, someone did seem more focused on that than our show so maybe I had some motivation,” Jimin cut back, trying to hide both his growing smile and blushing cheeks.

Jungkook gently pulled Jimin’s shirt down and tugged his hand over to the other side of the bathroom. He slid their scale out with his foot and gestured for Jimin to step on.

“Well…I seem to remember that someone proposed an idea of his own a few nights ago so let’s see if the ‘recovery’ weekend worked in your favor.”

Jimin rolled his eyes again at Jungkook’s dramatics, but he did step onto the scale, not expecting much since it had only been two days. However, Jimin clearly had to stop making assumptions because the bright red “196.7” blinking up at him made his jaw drop.

“Shit, that's almost 4 more pounds. You definitely don’t need until your birthday. You’ll be 200 by Tuesday at this rate,” Jungkook said, in equal parts seriousness and teasing. He knew Jimin didn’t slow down over the weekend at all, but it certainly didn’t seem like that much.

Jimin let out an involuntary little whimper at Jungkook’s words, realizing he was absolutely right. Somehow Jimin’s little impulsive thought to eat the whole pizza last weekend had turned into him completely wrecking his self-control and metabolism.

He had gone from gaining a slow and casual fifty pounds over the last year to piling on over ten pounds in ten days. Obviously they couldn’t maintain the way he had been eating for the past week all the time, but Jimin knew that his outlandish, partial joke about doubling his gain over the next year was going to be more of a when rather than an if.

Something about that thought turned Jimin on more than he wanted to admit. If they didn’t have to work in the morning, he probably would have told Jungkook to go grab anything from the kitchen so he could feed him again. 

Instead, Jimin led Jungkook to their bed and decided that a belly rub would have to be his consolation prize. He drifted off with Jungkook’s warm hands easing the tension of his full belly and his loving whispers lulling him to sleep.

—-

It was moments like this that made Jimin glad he was a freelance writer who could make his own schedule and work from the comfort of his own home. He had woken up to a still bloated and incredibly hungry belly the next morning.

He almost wanted to skip his entire routine and head straight for the kitchen, but he wasn’t ready to let all of his self control completely slip away. After doing his skin care, Jimin selected very comfortable and loose clothes, knowing that his sensitive belly actually needed to start recovering today.

While his coffee brewed, Jimin heated up the container of kimchi rice and made himself three fried eggs to put on top. He also realized that Jungkook had made him a milk bread and strawberry sandwich at some point, which he grabbed from the fridge. 

As he scrolled through his emails, Jimin made quick work of his larger-than-normal breakfast. He knew this past week would increase his stomach capacity, so Jimin was going to try to get ahead of his hunger if he could. 

His resolution after weighing himself last night was to eat intuitively now. His appetite was clearly leading him toward his goals so he should follow it.

Getting caught up in a list of editing changes kept his focus, not realizing that Jungkook was walking into his office until his partner was setting down a bowl and a cup on his desk. Jimin jumped slightly, looking up with a smile when he saw Jungkook’s smiling face above him.

“Just bringing you a snack, baby. I figured you could use one,” Jungkook said nonchalantly as if it were an innocent gesture.

Jimin laughed but had to agree that he was starting to feel a bit peckish. “Thank you. I hadn’t realized it was already 10:30.”

Jungkook kissed the top of his head in response before reaching down over Jimin’s shoulders until his hands landed on his belly. “Damn, can’t believe you are still so bloated. Maybe you’re stuck like this now.”

“I am not stuck like this,” Jimin replied dryly with a scoff. “I just need more time to settle. Someone kept me filled up like a balloon ready to pop for days on end.”

“Well, you know a balloon deflates eventually,” Jungkook said, dropping a kiss on Jimin’s cheek as he stepped away until he was in the doorway of the office then he continued, “but they don’t shrink.”

Jungkook winked at Jimin before turning to walk down the hall, his laugh echoing as he did. Jimin let out a little offended sound, thankful that Jungkook wasn’t still there to call out the bright red blush filling his cheeks from his teasing. 

Jimin was quickly learning that maybe he and Jungkook were better at this whole gaining dynamic thing than they ever knew. 

—-

Spending the rest of the day working helped Jimin be more mindful of his intake. He gratefully accepted the simple lunch Jungkook prepared for him, and he had a light snack after he logged off for the day.

Since Jimin had spent the entirety of the last week allowing Jungkook to cook and order all their food, he was looking forward to cooking dinner together. They decided to go with a vegetable stew recipe Jimin had been wanting to try and sat for a much slower-paced dinner than they had been having lately. 

Jimin was certainly full after his full bowl of stew and generous helping of rice but not in the way he had been for the past week or so. He was comfortably full where any typical person would end their meal. Knowing that he really could use a break, Jimin did just that. 

After dinner, he curled up with Jungkook and said that he was done for the night. He sipped on his water for a while to keep the desire for dessert away until they made their way to bed. 

Jimin made an offhand comment about how he felt less bloated already and hoped for an empty and rested belly in the morning. Jungkook started having some suspicions that Jimin was yet again underestimating himself, but he kept quiet.

Quiet until the next morning when Jimin had the sudden revelation that maybe those ten or so pounds had already settled and it wasn’t just bloating after all. 

“So, still looking pretty bloated, babe. Maybe you need another day to settle or maybe…”

Jimin looked up from staring at himself in the mirror, taking in Jungkook’s smug expression that confirmed what he was thinking as well. “Or maybe those ten pounds stuck to my belly and this is settled.”

Jungkook brought his arms around Jimin’s waist, patting a few times and enjoying the rippling movement across his now empty but just as round belly. “I’d say this is a bit more than ten. I mean, look at this gut. You have a proper potbelly now, Min.”

“Fuck, you’re right,” Jimin let out breathily, still feeling a bit shocked at this realization. He had been complaining about how all his weight goes straight to his bottom half for so long yet he wasn’t prepared for it finally changing.

Both wanted more than anything to head back to bed and appreciate this new discovery, but they couldn’t take another day off work. 

Jimin asked Jungkook to join him in the shower before they realized that was not a good idea. They would lose track of time immediately and get wrapped up in exploring Jimin’s growing body. 

Jungkook told Jimin that he would get clothes out for him and go make his breakfast instead. As much as he wanted to join him in the shower, Jungkook told himself to calm down.

Jimin found his chosen outfit lying on their bed, clearly much different than the oversized hoodies and sweatpants he had been wearing around the house lately. The t-shirt Jungkook picked was from college which had been snug when Jimin wore it six months ago. 

He pulled on the pair of low-waisted leggings Jungkook picked first. Jimin usually wore them around the house with a cropped sweatshirt, but he hadn’t worn this pair in the last few weeks. The waistband further emphasized how his belly protruded forward all on its own now from where it was tucked below.

Jimin could feel that the shirt was going to be tight as he pulled it over his head. The sleeves hugged his upper arms more than before which was what he noticed first, but that thought came and went when Jimin realized that the hem of his shirt was barely meeting his waistband. 

The fabric hugged his skin without a hint of extra room. It made his belly seemingly bigger and rounder than it already had grown to be recently. When Jimin looked himself up and down in the mirror, it was the first time since he started gaining that he genuinely thought ‘wow, I look fat’.

“Holy shit, you do look kind of fat,” Jungkook blurted out from the other side of the room.

Jimin’s head snapped toward him, not aware that Jungkook was back in the room or that he had said his thoughts out loud. Deciding to push a little farther, Jimin began to pout.

“It’s just the shirt, Gguk-ah. You picked an old one.”

Jungkook shook his head as he walked closer. “I don’t think it’s the shirt, Minnie. I think it’s what’s underneath.”

“That’s not true! If you got me a different shirt, it wouldn’t be as noticeable,” Jimin replied, hoping Jungkook would play into his little game.

“Oh yeah, how about we test that?” Jungkook asked, clearly enjoying this just as much. He stepped into their closet and grabbed a shirt that would likely still be small but was a size up.

Jimin couldn’t believe that he was feeling shy, but his face grew warm as he took off his shirt to change in front of Jungkook. He grabbed the other shirt and already anticipated the reaction just from feeling it slide over his shoulders.

It did have more give than the first shirt, but Jimin’s belly was just as prominent as before. If anything, the little bit of extra fabric was actually making him look wider.

“Seems like it wasn’t the shirt so that must mean-“

“It’s the leggings! Low-waisted pants just aren’t flattering,” Jimin countered, cutting Jungkook before he could make his point. “Breakfast ready? I need to start working soon.”

Jungkook barely held back his laugh as Jimin left the bedroom, evading the real answer that they both knew was true. Jimin truly hadn’t gained enough to be considered fat yet, but yet was the keyword for Jungkook because, with the way things were going, it would be sooner rather than later.

[ithinkabouthowtothink]

Romance With Rafe

Every good part about dating Rafe.

• Bringing out his silly side and that goofy laugh that only comes out when he throws his head back

• Feeling safe when you’re with him

•Anyone can feel his constant adoration for you

•How he’ll grab you and hold you when you’re stressing over the 500 things on your mental list of ‘things to do’

•He drives everywhere. Maybe because he enjoys it or maybe more so to avoid the amount of curbs you would hit while driving.

•The way he talks with his hands when he gets lost in a conversation

•The gentle touch of your hips from behind

•Soft kisses on your neck leaving a chill up your spine

•He makes time for you. When work runs late or he is gone for a few days on business he calls you even if he can only talk for a few minutes.

•The time away from each other feels like a physical ache but the reunion is so slow and so sweet.

•He’s your biggest supporter with any new project you take on

• He sits on the floor next to the tub while you take a bath just to put his fingertips in the water and walk them along your belly

•He teaches you to drive his boat just so he can press himself against you

•When he gets a haircut he needs constant reassurance that it’s “not too short” as he runs his hands through the freshly cut locks

•He shows you how to boogie board at the beach and tries his best to hold back his laughter when you fall again and again

•The way he pulls you onto his lap while you have drinks with friends

•You always bring him one of your “fruity drinks”, he likes to call it, when it’s your turn to order from the bar. He may complain about the sweet taste but you know he enjoys it.

•On the way back to Tanny Hill you catch his eyes running the length of your legs while he bites his bottom lip

•The rush of his busy hands on you as soon his bedroom door closes

•The way his eyes roll into the back of his head when you take him completely in your mouth

•He knows exactly how to make you beg for more knowing your body is close to climax

[theweasleytwinsownmyjuicyass]

Kalon | Pt. 1

Beauty that is more than skin-deep.

Jimin x staff!reader

Summary : you have been working at hybe for/with BTS for a few years and have become great friends with them. Suddenly Jimin starts acting different with you and you can‘t help but get upset because you secretly have a crush on him:(

Genre/Tropes : angst, jealousy, friends to lovers (more like idiots to lovers tho), painful blindness of the two..

Word count : ~800

A/N: Hello my sweet readers I am back! For this fic the reader has a specific appearance (so sorry if feels not all inclusive).The reader is a bit taller than jimin and medium sized (not skinny but not plus size) with some curves and a soft belly<3 I hope you enjoy reading this! Leave comments with suggestions if you’d like <3

Series masterlist<3

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No one could have prepared you for where you are now. The day you moved to Korea you couldn‘t even dream of being close friends with BTS, sitting closely in a cozy cafe while it lazily rained outside. But this is your reality now. The seven booming voices roar with laughter as Jungkook does another one of his impressions bringing you back to your marvellous reality.

It’s around 6 PM so the skies are still bright but the chill from the rain is evident in the air. An entering customer swings the door widely allowing a gust of wind right in your direction. A chill runs down your body, arm hairs rising to preserve your heat but an involuntary shudder still shakes your body. This might be a slight fault of your own considering the cream short sleeved oversize t-shirt that you were wearing but you did have a black turtleneck underneath (though it was quite thin..)

“Hey are you cold?” Jimin’s hushed voice grips your attention. You turn your head to him, slightly shaking it.

“No..no.. I’m fine…” you stutter out trying to avoid his soft gaze as heat begins rising to your cheeks.

“Y/n I saw you shaking.. just.. here you should take my hoodie, it’ll keep you warm” Jimin shuffled around putting his hands on the hem of his hoodie ready to take it off when you softly swat his hand away.

“Really it’s okay, I’m not cold at all..” You give him an unconvincing smile, allowing yourself to fully flush as you turn to your other side listening to a very passionate story that Namjoon has conjured from his vast literature adventures.

But your mind drifts off…

The heat in your cheeks is embarrassment. Oh how you wished to be engulfed by the silky material of Jimins hoodie that still radiated his body warmth. You’d sell your soul for that actually…but… there is a problem disarming you completely before him. Jimin might not be the skinny boy he once was, he sports a muscular frame now, but no matter that an insecurity that you’d simply not fit in his clothes stops you.

It is common for tannies to share clothes between one another and sometimes you also become an unwilling recipient of this ‘friend love’ as they call it.

Thanks to that you are painfully aware of the fact that you’re bigger than most of these boys (having seen the sizes of their clothes), only ever letting yourself accept clothes from Namjoon or your best friend Seokjin.

“WAH!” Jin’s loud exclamation makes seven heads turn to him. “Y/N HOW CAN YOU SIT THERE AND SHIVER LIKE THAT- here put this on now!” Jin removed his hoodie in seconds pushing it into your hands.

You knew there was no way to say no to ‘mother’ Jin so you slipped on the hoodie not even trying to put up a fight. The warmth instantly made you relax and melt in your seat a sleepy smile now adorning your features as the comfort set in.

While you were feeling comforted you were blissfully unaware of a scowl on a certain someone’s face…

Jimin was looking at you with his eyebrows furrowed also stealing some glances at his hyung. He could feel green jealousy causing a great pang in his chest. His mind was running a hundred miles per hour trying to decipher why not only you refused his hoodie but accepted Jin’s without a second thought…

Yes Jimin was no stranger to the close relationship shared between you and Jin. Nevertheless that didn’t make him any less jealous of the occurring situation. He could feel his head heating up from the sight of you nestled snuggly in his hyungs pink hoodie. It should be his hoodie! The one he offered you first! He noticed you shivering first! Just why didn’t you take his hoodie…

Jimin ran his hand through his hair trying to bring himself back to the conversation he was having with Taehyung though his mind was still running miles around you.

When the clock struck 11 PM and Yoongi wouldn’t stop whining about going to sleep you all said your goodbyes before getting into two separate taxis.

The ride home was quick and before you knew it your back was against the soft pillowy mattress and your eyes shut entering the kingdom of dreams.

On the other side of town seven boys had just filtered through their dorm door and now laid in their respective rooms with clear minds. But one could not close his eyes so easily. Jimin could not let go of what happened this evening. His eyes drifted around the celling trying to make out a reason, but to no avail, he was stuck without an explanation before sleep finally took over his restless mind.

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[feeder-fics]

ok so this is really awkward and I don't wanna come off anon (sorry) but I think someone stole one of your writing pieces? "Challenge Accepted" from feb 11th. I was just scrolling through the main tags, read yours, and then several posts later I see a post by another blog (soft-bellied-tannies) that's almost entirely word-for-word yours but with BTS members... it was posted about a week after yours, and they titled it "Funnel of Love" but I compared the two side by side and most of it is just verbatim with only names, pronouns, and other tiny details that don't stop it from being blatant plagiarism. I'd send a link to the post itself but you can't do that on anon and again I really don't want to come off anon (sorryyy I'm very shy) but I was just wondering if you already knew about this. they posted their "version" on Ao3 too, which is just extra not cool. have a nice day / night

~ shy creative integrity anon

Hi anon!

I appreciate your kindness in reaching out to me, but I am actually the owner of both blogs. I have addressed it on my secondary (sbt), but not here, which is my primary (feeder-fics).

It was requested on my secondary to take my primary fics and adjust them to fit those characters. I also am the author of the associated AO3 account which is why the works are cross posted.

I think creative integrity is important too so I would never take something that wasn’t my own writing and I would reach out to someone if they did take mine. Thank you again for reaching out to me! It makes me happy as a writer that readers would have my back. <3

[chubbiekookie]

Omg this made me so excited to see as a Stay- you should so write skz, I love your take on this @soft-bellied-tannies

HMM OKAY BUT WHICH MEMBERS OF SKZ WOULD BE FEEDEES AND WHICH FEEDERS???? BC I NEED THIS KNOWLEDGE!!!!

here is my guess

Seungmin: my guess is feeder, and an EVIL one at that, you saw how he teased Hyunjin with those candies making him work for them in SKZ code

Jeongin: unsure, feel like he would be a super teasing feeder, but possibly mildly lazy feedee?? Unsure

Chan: HNNGGGG Feeder bc he’s so nurturing and wants to baby his babies u know?

Felix: TOUGH CALL! wants to have a warm belly and be praised by his members, but would also be such a shy feeder like “are you sure I didn’t make you eat too much?” LIKE PLSS. He’d get his ass rocked by a dom feedee.

Minho: like Seungmin, evil, teasing, more patient than Seungmin but still >.>

Jisung: he wants snacks and praise and to be taken care of that is all

Changbin: TOUGH: he gives me v much SWITCH and into mutual gaining?? >.>

Hyunjin: ALSO TOUGH!! Similar to Jisung, wants praise, but also so over dramatic and would “bully” his feedee like “I didn’t even make you eat that much, you’re such a complainer” HEKSNDN

TELL ME UR THOUGHTS

[fivelakesinwriting]

can i request a jj or pope fic (if that’s what you’d call it), where the reader is suffering period cramps and other symptoms, and he comes to take care of her? probably a lot of fluff between them??

Author's Notes: Not enough love for our boy Pope, so I chose him! He would be the sweetest boyfriend, I think.

Warnings: Mentions of drugs, Swearing, Mentions of blood (it's about periods, y'all) - Otherwise, fluff!

Requested? YES! Requests for OBX are OPEN!

*My work is not to be transferred, copied, translated or reposted to any other sites without my permission. Please see my masterlist for all other works and warnings. Thank you! xoxo

Pope was so excited that it was the weekend. He had no extracurricular activities that day, and his only plans were to go out on the HMS Pogue with his friends and his new girlfriend. He woke up and was greeted by the sunniest Saturday morning he had seen in the long time and it was as if the stress and anxiety was lifted off of him.

He smiled to himself as he grabbed his phone off of his desk and checked his messages.

I can't come out today :(

Pope read the text message from his new girlfriend, they had only been official for about two months, and his heart sank. He let out a heavy sigh as he typed back a quick reply and changed into his clothes for the boat.

Pope couldn't keep the frown off of his face as he rode his bike to The Chateau. He had been looking forward to this Saturday on the water with the Pogues and his girlfriend all week. Sun, water and a pretty girl in a (hopefully) small swimsuit was just what he needed to get his mind off all this Royal Merchant and Denmark Tanny nonsense.

He hopped off his bike, letting it fall to the ground in the drive of The Chateau then stalked up towards the open door of the front porch.

"Whoa. Easy, Big Guy. Gonna break my door. You look like someone broke your project for the Science Fair." John B mumbled as he pulled on a t-shirt he grabbed from the back of the old couch.

"She's not coming." Pope grumbled as he sat down on the couch beside Kiara as she finished packing the cooler.

"What do you mean she's not coming? We've had this planned since like, last week. Stoked to finally meet your girl, man." JJ mumbled as he finished pinching the last bit of weed into the rolling paper.

"Says that she can't come out today because 'it has been a red dawn'. Whatever that means." Pope sighed as he turned his phone over in his hand, resting his head back on the couch.

Kiara burst out laughing, her hand over her mouth as she kept her eyes fixed on the cooler at her feet.

"What? Why is that funny?" Pope asked as he lifted his head up from the couch to look between his friends.

"She has her period, Pope. She doesn't want to come out because she has her period and is probably embarrassed to be around you and boys she doesn't know." Kiara replied as she looked over at the Heyward boy who still looked confused.

"Red Dawn, now that was a good movie." JJ stated as he put the freshly rolled joint behind his ear, and stood up.

"JJ." Both Kiara and Pope sighed as they looked over at the blonde boy.

"I'm just saying." JJ smirked as he adjusted his red hat on his head, then stood up and made his way over to the small television set on the other side of the room, crouched down and began to rummage through the small cabinet beneath.

"Well, I guess I'll just for two weeks after exams and prep classes are over. It just sucks because this was like, the one weekend she and I both had." Pope muttered as he rested his head back on the couch.

"Who says that you can't see her?" Kiara asked with a furrowed brow.

"Well..I just figured she'd want to be alone." Pope stammered.

"She's not a leper, Pope. And even if she were, she's your girlfriend." Kiara rolled her eyes as she swatted her friend's chest.

"Hate to admit it, but she's right. Take this and go see your girl instead. Boat will still here next weekend." JJ grinned as he walked over to Pope and handed him a dusty DVD.

"Red Dawn? JJ, I can't bring this." Pope held the DVD up to show the title back to the grinning Maybank boy, and shook his head.

"C'mon. She'll think it's funny." JJ laughed with a pat of Pope's shoulder before he made his way down the hall of The Chateau.

"Don't bring that." Kiara muttered under her breath.

"I'm not." Pope replied.

*

By the time Pope got to her house, still on The Cut, it was mid- morning and the sun was blazing hot. He dropped his bike in the empty driveway and wiped his brow with the hem of his shirt. He walked up the steps to the front door and knocked lightly.

"Pope?" She opened the door and greeted him in baggy sweat pants and an oversized sweater.

"Hi. I know you said that you didn't want to come out today, but I thought...well, Kiara thought..that you might want some company. And I thought that, too. But I didn't want to overstep and invade your space. But I guess I'm here now." Pope rambled as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other on the front step.

"No, it's okay. Pope, I'm really glad you came over. Come inside." She smiled softly as she took hold of his hand, lacing their fingers and pulled him inside the house, towards her bedroom.

"I was just going to watch a movie." She smiled as she sat on the edge of her bed and looked up at him as he stood awkwardly in the doorway of her bedroom.

"That's perfect. I actually brought you some snacks. I wasn't sure what you might be craving, I know you always flip flop between chocolate or candy. So I brought you both." Pope smiled softly as he walked slowly to the edge of the bed and sat next to her, pulling his backpack off his shoulders.

Pope opened up his backpack and pulled out one bag of Skittles and another bag of M&M's, passing them to her.

"You're the sweetest boyfriend, ever." She smiled as she pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"I do request I get at least a handful of the Skittles, though." Pope blushed as he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close.

"I can do that. Hey, what's that? You brought a movie?" She smiled as she pointed the the DVD that sat at the bottom of his bag.

"What? No, I didn't...damnit, JJ." Pope sighed as he rubbed his forehead.

She smirked and reached into the bag before he grab her hand to stop her. She looked at the DVD with a smile and read the bright yellow Post-It note on the front. JJ's unmistakable printing on the note.

IT WILL BE FUNNY.

"I'm so sorry. That was JJ's idea of a joke. He wanted me to bring this movie because of your text.." Pope sighed as he reached for the DVD.

"You don't want to show me the movie?" She giggled as she held the movie out of his reach.

"If you want to watch it, sure." Pope nodded with a sigh of relief. For once JJ's antics hadn't gotten him kicked in the ass. Especially with a girl he liked.

"Pop it in the player, it's over there." She giggled as she pointed the small television across her bedroom.

Pope smiled and did as was requested of him, putting the DVD in the old player. He grabbed the remote and walked back over the bed and laid with her as she already opened the bag of Skittles.

"Pope?" She asked softly as he settled against the headboard and fast forwarded through all the trailers and advertisements he didn't care about.

"Yeah?" He looked down at her, and he felt his heartbeat start to quicken. She was so pretty, and she liked him.

"Do you think you could rub my belly for a little bit? I have cramps, and they suck." She whispered as she rested her forehead on his shoulder.

"Really?" Pope asked as he slid his back down the headboard to be closer to her on the mattress.

"Yeah. Your hands are always so warm and soft." She nodded as she rested against him, her head on his shoulder as she watched the television.

"Sure." Pope smiled as he slowly, tentatively, reached beneath his shirt and pressed the palm of his hand just beneath her belly button and softly rubbed back and forth. He kissed the top of her head as she nestled into him even more.

"Thanks for staying behind from the boat to keep me company, Pope." She whispered against his neck.

"No need to thank me. I think I like this better." Pope replied softly.

"I don't know why JJ said we should watch this movie, though. There's minimal blood. Should have watched Carrie or something." She smiled as she looked up at his face.

"You're so weird. And I'm not watching Carrie again. Watched it once in the 8th grade because JJ made me, and I'm not doing it again." Pope laughed, his hand still running across the warm skin of her stomach just under her belly button.

"Oh, no. Poor little Pope." She giggled as she wrapped her arms around his midsection and pulled him close.

"Yeah, so if you want to watch horror movies you'll probably have to ask JJ." Pope replied as he kissed the top of her head.

"I will protect you, Pope." She whispered against his chest and held him tightly.

Pope felt content in that small bedroom with his girlfriend, the fan blowing straight on them as they watched that stupid movie JJ must has shoved in his backpack when he walked out the living room earlier. He supposed he owed him a thank you.

Maybe.

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mini me | 16

You and Youngdo were talking last night, while you were at the cafe after he suggested having breakfast the next morning. 

Well it’s now the next day and he was sitting across from you at your kitchen table, in your home. This time, Youngjae was sitting next to him. You watched the two closely as they ate the food you prepared. They were so alike. Not just by how they looked when they smiled, but the way they liked their pancakes. For you, personally, you liked it with fruit and some whipped cream. Both Youngdo and Youngjae shared a whole bottle of syrup, drowning their pancakes in them. 

“I want more,” Youngjae says, mouth full and his lips shiny with syrup. Youngdo smiles at him, cutting up a piece of his pancake and feeding it to his son. 

“This was my favorite, mommy made this a lot for me back then,” he says, glancing up at you. You smile at him, taking a bite of your food. 

“It’s Youngjae’s favorite too,” you inform him, pointing your fork at your son. Youngjae giggles, scooting off of his chair and running off to his room.

“I’m done eating!” He yells from the hallway.

“You’re not going to help us clean up?” Youngdo yells out to him.

“It’s okay, we’re not done eating yet anyways,” you tell him. It was just you two now. It’s not as awkward as it used to be and you’re liking it. Youngdo nods, taking another bite of his food.

“So what are your plans for the rest of the day?” He asks. 

“Nothing much, but Youngjae and I will be going to Taehyung’s later to finish off his painting,” you tell him.

“You guys are always with him don’t you think?” He says. You nod.

“Yeah, but that’s because we like spending time with him. Is there anything wrong with that?” Youngdo looks away from you and shakes his head. 

“Of course not.”

“Okay. Well, it kinda seems like it bothers you,” you say, setting your fork down. 

“It doesn’t bother me.”

“Don’t act like I don’t notice,” you tell him. Knowing how his smile falters whenever you or Youngjae mentions Taehyung’s name. 

“Okay, fine. Maybe just a little bit,” he confesses.

“But why? There’s nothing going on with us, and if there was, we’re not together anymo--”

“But what if I want us to be together again,” he blurts out. You stare at him blankly back. Thrown back by his words.

“Youngdo…” you say slowly, “we don’t love each other like that anymore.” He shakes his head.

“No you don’t love me like that anymore. I’ve never stopped loving you.” You let out a shaky breath. You shake your head, pulling your hands into your lap.

“Youngdo, you know why we’re not together anymore,” you say, looking back up at him.

“I know, but I can change. Can’t you see that I have?”

“Youngdo, I love, love, love, seeing you and Youngjae get along. I’ve dreamt of this for so long. But it’s not the same if you’re just doing this for us.” You tell him, your eyes starting to get glossy. “It’s not just me anymore.. It’s me and Youngjae now. It’s either both of us or none--”

“But I do love both of you. I want you two in my life. I want us three back together, like it should've been. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize--”

“Why now though? Out of all times? Is it because of Taehyung?” Again, hearing his name, his expression changed. 

“Why do you always have to mention him,” he says with an annoyed laugh. 

“Ever since he came into our life, you started changing. Giving our son what he wants, doing what he likes…” 

“The weekend I had Jae, all he did was talk about Uncle Cupcake. These past two years we were apart, I’ve been working hard to follow my dreams, to be successful so I can win you two back.” He scoffs, biting his cheek, turning away. “But then that Cupcake came along and I just knew he wasn’t going away so I had to work faster.” You knit your brows together as you listen to him and he looks back at you.

“I know you liked it-- loved-- how the three of us are spending more time together. I know it’s what you’ve always wanted. What you’ve wished for. Why don’t we make it a reality?”

-

“Uncle Tae!” Youngjae yells, jumping up into Taehyung’s arms once he opens the door. 

“Hey bud, I missed you,” Taehyung says, carrying him up and hugging him tight. “Come on in,” he tells you. You thanked him as you entered his house, already being greeted by Yeontan.

“Hi Tannie,” you say, squatting down to rub the little one’s belly.

“Shall we finish up your painting?” Taehyung asks. You nod, standing back up and walking to his living room, sitting down on the same stool as last time. You look around and see that he had many canvases on the floor and on his couches. Although they were all covered. 

“Did you do a lot more paintings for the exhibit?” You ask, looking around his living room. Taehyung puts your son down and sits in front of the easel again, his box of paint already prepared next to him. 

“Can I see your paintings?” Youngjae asks, ready to pull down the covers of one of the canvases on the couch. 

“Nope,” Taehyung says, swiftly grabbing Youngjae and sitting him on his lap. “They’re not totally finished yet and I don’t want anyone seeing them until the exhibition. If I get in.” Youngjae pouts as he’s sitting on Taehyung’s lap, staring at the unfinished painting of you right in front of him. 

“I’m sure you’ll get in, when do you need to submit it by?” You ask. 

“A week from now,” he says sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. You look at all the canvases he has scattered around.

“Well you have plenty of time and you have all of these paintings almost done so you should be good… right?” You ask. Taehyung tilts his head to the side. 

“If I stay home this entire week, then maybe… but if I do that, Sohyun would fire me,” he says with wide eyes, making you laugh. 

“Ah.. true. We’ll make sure to leave you alone to finish your work, right Youngjae?” You say, moving your head to the side to see your son, who’s being covered by the large painting. He pouts, scooting farther in Taehyung’s lap. 

“I want to stay with Uncle Taetae,” he says quietly. 

“Uncle’s going to be busy, we can spend time with your friends and your other uncles. Even daddy!” You assure him. He softly smiles back.

“Speaking of, how are you and Youngdo?” Taehyung asks you, hiding behind the painting, continuing it. 

“We’re doing well, actually…” You can’t see it, but Taehyung looked a little sad behind the canvas.

“That’s good! I’m glad you’re getting what you’ve always wanted,” he replies cheerfully. You sigh at those words. To be honest, at this point, you don’t know if you still want what you’ve always wanted. 

“Is everything okay?” Taehyung asks, peeking over to look at you. 

“Yeah,” you smile, “I’m fine. Umm-- Do you think the painting will finish today?”

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━ CHASING PAVEMENTS 02 | JJK

↳ PAIRING: dad!jk/married!jk/bff!jk x reader (ft. taehyung) 

↳ GENRE/TAGS: f2l, angst, unrequited feelings au, cheating au, future smut 

↳ WARNINGS: (for this chapter)  time jumps  (but it’s not so bad this time aha) mentions of a troubled marriage, mentions of postpartum depression, mentions of alcohol consumption, cheating!!! (obviously don’t do that y’all), a kinda hot makeout session

↳ WORD COUNT: 8.5k

↳ EXCERPT: ‘‘Jungkook shouldn’t be thinking about you, especially on the day of his fourth wedding anniversary to the woman he chose as his wife.’’ 

↳ A/N: hello!! first of all thanks so much for the love on pt 1 of cp like T_T anyway cp was supposed to be two pts only but as i wrote this chapter i realized that if i ended it on just two parts it would’ve been rushed sooo there’s a part 3 in the works! as always, feedback is much appreciated thx!! <3

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Taehyung finally found a dog-sitter for his dog, Yeontan, or Tannie, like you had begun calling him, after being introduced to him via FaceTime. 

He’s been wanting to stay the night over at your place for a while now. Things would get a little heated between you two every time he dropped you off after a night out. But just as you were about to pull him inside your apartment, he’d apologize and explain that he couldn’t stay because his dog was waiting for him at home.

A teacup Pomeranian cockblocked you for a whole month. 

But tonight’s finally the night, Taehyung and you have just finished a bottle of wine together and the Netflix movie you had both started watching had been paused so you two could focus on kissing each other properly, no background voices to interrupt. 

Taehyung is sweet, but not when he kisses. It’s fast and desperate. As if every time he places his lips on you it’ll be his last. They’re still enjoyable, though. He already knows what places to kiss to make you weak at the knees, he pays extra attention to them. 

His hair is a nice length and it’s soft, making your fingers curl into his locks easier. He likes the little tugs you’d give him absent-mindedly, always provoking small groans to come out of his mouth, which in exchange make you moan because his voice seems to get deeper when he gets in the mood.

Your phone’s been vibrating for a few seconds, but you ignore it, not wanting anything or anyone to ruin this for you and him. Eventually, your phone stops and you’re thankful.

Taehyung is midway into kissing and niping over your collarbone’s skin when you hear the doorbell ring. Maybe it’s because you’re both way in the heat of the moment to realize, but it’s not until it’s rang a few more times that you mutter a curse and your date sighs at the interruption.

“I swear to━! If it’s the landlord I’m sending him straight to hell.” you mumble exasperated and Taehyung chuckles, finding your irritation cute. His lips still feel electric, like you're still on them and he’s dying to have you back under him.

You huff and peek into your door’s peep-hole, already preparing to curse out the person on the other side. But you find yourself surprised at the fisheye lens sight of Jungkook with Sunhi in his arms.

It’s not Friday, what is he doing here?, you wonder. Immediately figuring out something’s wrong, Jungkook never comes to your place on days that are not Sunhi’s babysitting days. He hadn’t let you know about any change of plans either.

You open the door without any second thought and find him tickling Sunhi’s belly as she giggles at the action. You eye him and he smiles at your sight, but his face immediately changes once he notices your appearance.

You’re not looking ugly, actually, you’re beautiful. Your makeup is done and he can tell you probably went to the salon to get your hair blown out. But it’s the way your nude pink lipstick is slightly smudged and your hair's a little messy. There are wet patches on your neck and red spots around your collarbones. 

“Jungkook?” You speak once you notice he hasn’t explained the reason for his surprise visit, standing there like he had just seen a ghost “Did something happen?” 

Yes, something is happening inside of him, but that’s not what you’re asking. Sunhi’s gentle touch on his cheek makes him land back in reality and he has to slightly shake his head “I—uh, called you a few times” is what he comes up with. 

Taehyung notices you’re taking a little more time on the door and your voice isn’t raised, which means that it’s not the landlord who you’re dealing with. He stands up and makes his way through the hallway, leaning on the wall as he notices a tall figure looking at you with surprising eyes. There’s a little girl with him and Taehyung immediately realizes this is your friend, the one whose daughter you look out for. 

“Sorry, I was a little busy” you reply, but Jungkook’s eyes raise to look somewhere that’s not you and he notices the lingering figure of Kim Taehyung. 

Of course, this is his doing. Who else would have access to make you look like this? Little busy means you were in the process of sleeping with him 

“But is there something wrong?” you ask again, your attention placed on the little girl in his arms that remains silent, waiting for the right moment so she can show her true colors. 

“Uh—I think it’s best we go” Jungkook clears his throat, nodding his head over at Taehyung who is still waiting and watching what’s happening. You turn around and notice him, who in exchange gives you a reassuring smile. “Oh!” you’re reminded of what was going on no longer than a few minutes ago “Jungkook, is everything okay?” you ask once again.

He nods and forces a smile out of him “Just thought we could give a surprise visit to Auntie Y/N, right pumpkin?” Jungkook says looking over at the girl in his arms and his daughter nods, but her face is glued to his neck. She’s feeling shy and it’s rare for her to be that way. “Really, Y/N, it’s fine,” he reassures you, closer this time and you force yourself to nod “sorry for interrupting”. 

You can’t even give Sunhi a kiss goodbye or a pat on her back because Jungkook turns around and goes back to where he came from. 

Closing the door with a sigh, Taehyung comes up and embraces you in his arms, chin resting over your head. “Everything alright?” he asks and you hum, not sure of what just happened. “This is such a mood killer, I’m sorry.” you mumble and he smiles sweetly “Not at all,” he answers and you’re thankful for his comprehension “was that Sunhi?” he wonders, at this point slightly familiar with the sight of the little girl due to all the videos you send to him whenever you’re babysitting. You nod and he hums, swaying you from side to side slowly. 

“Want to finish watching the movie?” Taehyung offers and you twist your face, you no longer remember what the plot is about nor do you have the will to. “Want a massage and some kisses?” his tone is playful and you giggle at his proposal, nodding your head quickly and taking him to your bedroom.

It’s Jungkook’s and Jiwoo’s four year wedding anniversary and it’s also their seven-year dating mark. Jungkook really thought he was being romantic by proposing on the same date as their dating anniversary.

He’s spending it with Sunhi at a fast-food restaurant that’s practically soulless besides him and her, the kitchen staff too; who are probably upset they got clients at this hour.

Jungkook didn’t think he was going to spend the night this way. Well, he figured he was going to spend this day by himself, his daughter to keep him company. Out of the four years of marriage, they’ve only celebrated it once, a few months before Sunhi’s birth. It wasn’t extremely fancy, but it was nice. He still remembers because it feels like one of the most, if not the only, memorable times of their marriage. Before things went south.

He woke up that morning to a reminder on his phone that today was his wedding anniversary. It’s shitty to admit, but if it weren’t for that notification he probably would’ve forgotten. But at least Jungkook set a reminder, because once he went into the kitchen to wish Jiwoo a congratulations for another year together—

“Oh, that’s today?” She asks in surprise, quickly finishing her breakfast smoothie so she can rush off to work. 

Jungkook doesn’t feel bad, they’re in the same position in the end. They don’t care about this anymore, but pretend they do. It wasn’t always like this. He still wonders what went wrong. At first, he blamed himself for most of the issues surrounding their relationship. Every argument that happened, he’d apologize even if he wasn’t in the wrong. If Jiwoo was in a bad mood, he figured it was something he had done that made his wife angry enough to curse him out. 

Dealing with Jiwoo’s behavior didn’t really bother him for the most part. He had dated her for three years prior to proposing, he knew what he was getting himself into. Marriage wasn’t as different. Things took a turn after she got pregnant with Sunhi. 

They had discussed it, the having kids thing. Sunhi did come a little earlier than expected, but they wanted her nonetheless. Pregnancy wasn’t easy for either of them. Jiwoo went through the biggest mood swings and worst morning sickness ever and Jungkook was on the receiving end of the stick. But he didn’t care, because he knew Jiwoo had it worse. Things would get better once their daughter arrived, he hoped.

And they did. For a few months, that is. 

Jiwoo did her mom duties the first months of Sunhi’s life and then she was back to work. There was nothing wrong with that, Jungkook knew his wife was making sacrifices in between balancing her new mom life and the one she had before. She had just gone through nine months of pain, it was okay if Jiwoo wanted to go back to her normal life. 

The problem was that Jiwoo’s normal life didn’t involve Sunhi. It’s not like she didn’t show her signs of affection, but Jungkook always felt like they came out forced. As if Jiwoo was aware that she was a mom and she had to live up to the name. A chore, even. 

And then on one of those cold nights, when their daughter was fast asleep, they were arguing with the lowest voices possible. Jungkook just wanted to understand what was happening, why wasn’t Jiwoo acting like he thought a mom should.

“I just—I don’t feel a connection towards her!” 

That was the beginning of the next few years of their marriage. 

It didn’t matter how many times Jungkook tried to explain to her that she most likely had postpartum depression—after much research online about patterns of behavior that his wife had displayed—, if anything it only made things worse. One time he even suggested looking for professional help and hell broke loose, as in, Jiwoo slept at her parents’ place for a few days without further announcement. 

He begged her to come back. If she swore nothing was wrong, then so it was. And Jungkook had made the silly mistake back then to prefer having Jiwoo in Sunhi’s life, cold and distant, than not having her at all. He thought that if she wasn’t present, then someday his daughter would resent him for pushing her mother away. In reality, Jiwoo was physically there, but neither of them could feel her. 

But a few months back, it was Jiwoo who had suggested the idea of having a day of their own. Without Sunhi, obviously. She wanted to go back to those college dating days where it was just them and no one else. Jungkook wasn’t too fond of the idea at first, not wanting to leave his daughter out of it, but Jiwoo whined and said—

“Let’s have Y/N look after her! She’s like, obsessed with the girl.” She, as in you. “It’ll only be one day a week—c’mon baby, for us”.

Except Jungkook wasn’t doing things for them anymore, hadn’t been in a long time. Every decision he took revolved around Sunhi. That’s what set them apart so much. Jiwoo acted like she wasn’t a mom, like there wasn’t supposed to be a three-year-old under her care. It was “Jiwoo first” and then maybe Sunhi and him. 

But back then, he was willing to give it a try. For Sunhi. 

It’s been six months since then. Fridays are still their days, but Jungkook doesn’t want to share that with her anymore.

Jungkook thought that those “alone times” Jiwoo had offered were meant for them to talk and discuss their problems, figure out their issues and fix them. But instead, all they do is continue arguing about something and then make-up with sex. And then it’s back to normal. He’s come to the conclusion that she does it on purpose just to get what she wants. 

Sunhi loves Fridays because it’s “Auntie Y/N playtime” days and Jungkook loves dropping her off because you are just as equally excited to see her. There’s not much exchanged between each of you during those times. Maybe a quick “hey, how are you?” or a nod of your heads in acknowledgement of each other. 

He doesn’t want to go back home when he drops Sunhi off. He wishes he could stay with you both. Spend some time with his daughter and his best friend and see what genuine love is supposed to feel like. He hates the drive back to his place because he has to mentally prepare himself to deal with Jiwoo for a couple of hours. 

The silver lining out of those dreadful Fridays is getting to see you. At least for a few minutes. Jungkook is able to see you smile and laugh with his daughter. He gets to feel the love you give her and he’s thankful you’re still there. Maybe not for him, but for her. 

Jungkook shouldn’t be thinking about you, especially on the fourth year wedding anniversary to the woman he chose as his wife. 

But he’s in this fast-food restaurant late at night with Sunhi, who’s munching on some fries as she does a little happy dance. Jiwoo had announced to him after the whole “Congratulations on four years” that she had planned a road trip with her friends, totally forgetting about the date, she was leaving at noon. He is glad, but it stings having to spend this day alone, even if there’s no feelings there anymore.

Which is why he thought about the marvelous idea —at the time— to drop by your place with Sunhi as a surprise. You don’t know what date is today, never bothering to ask about the details of his relationship. Jungkook figured that the only person who could actually give him genuine love today could’ve been you. 

But of course you’re still going out with Kim Taehyung. Of course you’re letting him stay at your place. Of course your skin is getting kissed inch by inch because of him and of course you're having him over during Jungkook’s wedding anniversary.

It feels like the universe is mocking him in a way. 

Sunhi reaches out with her ketchup covered fingers, handing her dad a nugget with a smile. Jungkook politely accepts it, bowing to her, making the little girl giggle. 

“Daddy,” Sunhi speaks and Jungkook nods, allowing her to continue “who was that mister with Auntie Y/N?” she asks and he hums, not really wanting to speak about him with his daughter, but he’s never opposed to Sunhi’s curiosity. Jungkook clears his throat and puts his hands together, his daughter looking at him with expectancy “That mister is a friend of Auntie Y/N’s”. 

Jungkook wonders if Kim Taehyung is still considered your friend. It’s been a little while since you had been on your first date with him, but you never mentioned anything more to Jungkook. He knew he had fucked up that night he texted you after the date. So if he’s your boyfriend now, Jungkook is not aware. 

“Oh!” Sunhi says, her eyes light up and Jungkook knows what she’s about to say “I want to meet Auntie Y/N’s friend!” His daughter’s innocence is cute and he wishes she could stay this way forever.

All in all, Jungkook is thankful to Jiwoo. 

She doesn’t provide him with love anymore and she doesn’t care about how he feels or what he thinks either. But at least she gave him Sunhi, the sweetest girl ever and he’s lucky that out of all the mess that is his relationship with his wife, Sunhi turned out the total opposite.

“Mmm, I don’t know, pumpkin.” Jungkook hums before taking a bite of his burger. “Why not, daddy?” she questions and he knows she’s being serious, Sunhi could ‘why?’ you to death sometimes. “I don’t think Auntie Y/N is going to introduce us to him soon” 

Jungkook knows that he’s speaking to a three-year-old and he knows Sunhi better than anyone, so saying that is not going to turn out well for him. 

“Why not, daddy?” She asks again, there’s a furrow in her brows and she’s crossing her arms. “Pumpkin, how about I buy you an ice-cream and—“ “Please, tell me!” she demands and he sighs, knowing he set himself up for this. 

Before Jungkook can open his mouth to make up a story, Sunhi’s eyes open in surprise and she holds her hands out “Wait! Daddy!” she speaks and Jungkook stops and waits for her to continue “Is he the husband Auntie Y/N is going to have a baby with?”

God damnit, Jiwoo.

“I—uh,” Jungkook is rendered speechless, but Sunhi is smiling with delight at the idea of that hypothetical baby her mother had settled on her weeks ago. “Yes, daddy?” she flashes him a toothy grin and he slumps his shoulders, what point did it have now? 

“Yeah, pumpkin, that’s him.” he forces a smile and Sunhi jumps in her seat with excitement.

He doesn’t like lying to his daughter. It might be a little white lie in the end, but Jungkook hates it. It won’t matter in a while, Sunhi will probably end up forgetting it. But the probability of that white lie coming true feels awfully plausible to him. 

I’m being dramatic, Jungkook thinks. He knows it’s just the events of the night that are influencing his judgement. 

It’s okay if you’re dating Kim Taehyung, he shouldn’t be thinking about that anyway because you’re his friend and he’s married, four years since the event and seven since he decided you were never going to be his. 

Sunhi’s happy and she holds onto him tightly once they both leave the fast-food establishment. She smiles at him with sleepy eyes and thanks her dad for the food. 

Jungkook knows that he’s being dramatic.

He does receive genuine love and it comes in the form of his three-year-old daughter, whose sticky fingers are making a mess of the Dumbo plush toy he had washed earlier that week.

Jungkook is grateful nonetheless.

“Okay, okay, tell me everything!” Minji’s voice is filled with excitement early in the morning and you’re afraid she’ll somehow manage to wake Taehyung up, even if you’re talking through a phone outside your bedroom.

“Is he big? Or is he girthy? Oh! Is he both? Oh my God, he’s both right?” 

You sigh at your friend’s rapid questioning, not even being able to answer because she continues speaking “Is he like, dominant? He totally looks like a dom” At this point, you’re sure she’s talking to herself rather than you, so you wait for her to stop.

“What are you waiting for, then? Spill!” 

You roll your eyes, luckily she can’t see you “That’s what I was trying to do.” you mumble and Minji mutters a quick sorry “We actually didn’t—uh, do it” you confess in a low voice, afraid that you may wake up the subject of your conversation, who still lays in your bed sleeping.

“WHAT?!” 

You’re glad Minji isn’t physically here, her reaction alone would’ve been enough to wake the whole apartment building “But, you told me he got a dog-sitter and all that just so he could spend the night and blow your brains out!” You actually hadn’t said it like that, but the context was correct. “What happened? Oh my God, don’t tell me you backed out” Minji’s tone is slightly angry, you can feel she’s about to curse you out if that was the case.

“No! Ugh, can you let me finish?” You complain and she’s apologizing again, explaining that these sorts of situations get her a little overexcited “Well, we were in the process of getting to it, but—“ 

You think to yourself if it’s a good decision to tell Minji what happened, knowing exactly what her reaction was going to be. 

“Uh-huh? Go on.”

Fuck it.

“Jungkook dropped by.” you quickly spill out and Minji’s groan is powerful, you know she’s genuinely upset “Unannounced, which is super weird of him to do too! So, I asked him if there was something wrong and he just looked at me, like, shocked or something and said that he just wanted to give me a surprise visit with Sunhi,”

“And then he saw Taehyung and apologized for interrupting and left,” you mutter, the scene repeating itself in your brain “I couldn’t even say bye to her.”

There’s silence and you wonder why Minji hasn’t said anything yet, knowing she probably wants hell to break loose on Jungkook. “So, that’s why me and Tae didn’t do anything, it was too...awkward? He still stayed the night, though.”

After the whole ordeal, you knew the night was ruined. In part it was because of you. You could’ve jumped back to where you both left off, but your head was filled with what had just happened with your friend and were no longer able to concentrate on Taehyung’s kisses. You had to give it to him, though, because he stuck around even if his plans for the night had been interrupted.

And sleeping with Taehyung still felt intimate, even if there was nothing sexual going on. He held onto you tightly before you could close your eyes and drift to sleep, being surprised by how comfortable he felt doing that.  “I have to sleep hugging something,” he explained and you nodded, understanding “plus, I like the way you smell” he added, burying his head in the crook of your neck, sniffing the expensive perfume you had sprayed earlier while you prepared for his arrival. Chuckling, your fingers found themselves brushing his hair until he fell asleep. 

“So, are you gonna say something?” you ask her, noticing the silence coming from her behalf, unusual from Minji. 

She sighs and you can feel she’s conflicted about what to tell you “Why is he like that?” she asked instead and you let out a breathless chuckle, wondering the same thing “The timing is so weird, as well. Like, he never stops by unless it’s to drop Sunhi off and the day he decides he’ll visit you for the fun of it, you’re having Taehyung over?” Minji’s suspicion sounds plausible, but you know it was just a coincidence.

You hadn’t mentioned to him anything about Taehyung, not after what happened that one time during texts. Jungkook was your friend, but you should’ve kept that from him. He was a married man and a father, he had other priorities in his life and the last thing he wanted was to know who and what you were involved with. 

“He knows he’s losing you.” Minji speaks and you’re surprised by her statement, not understanding fully what she meant “You’ve always been there for him, always. It’s been that way since college,” You don’t know if Minji is reprimanding you by the way her tone comes off “And now you’re not only there for him, but for his daughter too. I’m sure he’s used to you somehow being loyal to him, so now that you have another guy in your life—“

“No, Minji, look—“ 

“No, I’m right, Y/N” Minji interrupts you doing the same to her. 

But you know she’s not right. Have you been loyal to Jungkook? Yes, but just like you’ve been loyal to Minji too, because she’s your friend and you’ll do that for anyone you love as well. You’ve dated guys before, back in college and after too. This isn’t any different from that. 

“I don’t know who he’s trying to fool, but his marriage’s an argument away from ending up in divorce. You know it.” Minji continues and you let out a sigh, not wanting to think about that. You don’t like his relationship with Jiwoo, but you’d never wish that for him “I’m not gonna make crazy assumptions, in the end, I don’t like the guy and whatever I say will be against him” Minji’s humor makes you chuckle even through the heavy topic “but I just—I don’t know, I don’t want him to ruin what you have going on with Taehyung just because you’re concerned over what’s going on with him.” 

You eventually hang up on her, explaining that you have a few things to do around the apartment. Like cleaning up the glasses of wine and cheese table you and Taehyung had drank and eaten last night. 

Minji’s words do resonate with you. 

She has a point, you think.

Maybe Jungkook doesn’t share much of his life with you, but you’ll always be there for him. You’ll be there for him even if you have no clue what’s going on. You’ll be there when he needs help with Sunhi, because you love her just as much. You’ll be there when he decides to open up more about his marriage to Jiwoo and you’ll pretend you support the relationship even if you don’t. 

You just want him to be happy. 

Jungkook is doing the bimonthly grocery shopping, Sunhi’s sitting on the cart’s baby seat as she plays with her plush toy. He’s picking between what fabric softener to take this time, the Downy he loves is sold out.

His phone vibrates in his pocket and he figures that it’s Jiwoo with a last minute request. He’s surprised to see it’s you, who he hasn’t talked to since that eventful night he dropped by last week.

He knows why you’re texting and he’s already figuring out what to say.

[6:47 PM] Y/N: hey it’s friday

[6:47 PM] Y/N: u didn’t text me anything abt dropping sunhi off today sooo...

[6:47 PM] Y/N: guess i’m wondering if i’ll see her tonight? 

Jungkook figured that you’ll be busier now, so he wants to limit Sunhi’s days. Much to Jiwoo’s distaste of not having all Fridays with him alone, but he explained that you now had a boyfriend and needed those Friday nights back.

He was just being petty, but that was most likely the case. Friday is a perfect day. It’s the end of the work week for most, coming home to rest and spend time with your loved ones. Jungkook knows you haven’t had a Friday night to yourself for the last six months, except that one you shared with Kim Taehyung and you were pretty excited then.

[6:48 PM] Jeon Jungkook: hey y/n! yeah don’t stress, we’ll have sunhi for tonight :)

[6:48 PM] Jeon Jungkook: maybe even some more fridays from now on 

Sunhi wasn’t particularly fond of the idea either, but all Jungkook had to do was bring that ━dumb━  white lie up again. The “Auntie Y/N is giving you a cousin to play with” lie. 

That lie he hated spewing out, but it was the only one that seemed to calm her down. 

[6:49 PM] Y/N: what??? 

[6:49 PM] Y/N: i mean….i guess i’m glad that u guys are gonna have her but idk ??? i’ve gotten used to fridays with her 

Jungkook smiled slightly at your text, not expecting any different reaction from you. He knows you love his daughter so much that even the thought of not having her for a day bothers you.

[6:50 PM] Jeon Jungkook: aww it’s alright

[6:50 PM] Jeon Jungkook: invite over that guy you had last time, u deserve it 

The messages have already left and been read by the time he regrets doing it, which is straight after he sends them. He knows it’s the jealousy that’s speaking, he wishes he was genuinely saying that because you actually do deserve it. 

[6:51 PM] Y/N: oh 

[6:52 PM] Y/N: then please drop sunhi off tonight

Jungkook furrows his brows and begins typing to reiterate what he had previously said, but your quick reply makes him stop.

[6:51 PM] Y/N: and before u leave, stay for a few minutes

[6:51 PM] Y/N: we need to talk 

Jungkook sighs and runs his hand through his hair. Sunhi stares at her father and wonders why he’s taking so long picking one of those “good smelling liquids” he loves to wash her clothes with.

He turns to look at her with a small smile “Sunhi, wanna go to Auntie Y/N’s?” Jungkook doesn’t need a vocal answer, because a quick nod of her head with a big grin is enough to know what she wants. 

Jiwoo was probably going to be pissed that he decided to take a detour, but he thinks the text he sent her about stopping by to buy Sunhi an ice-cream will save him some time. 

He wonders what it is that you want to talk about. Now that he thinks about it, you’ve never told him that before, which inevitably makes him nervous. He does not like confrontation and arguing with someone that’s not his wife makes him anxious. Especially if it’s you.

You greet them with a smile on your face and Jungkook’s nerves calm down at the sight of you. Sunhi shares her sentiment and her arms immediately begin begging for you to take her, which you do and Jungkook feels like he could burst with joy. He wishes this is what he could come home to. 

You turned around, already heading inside with Sunhi in your arms while she begins excitedly talking about something. Jungkook lets himself in, seeing that you hadn’t closed the door to let him know he’s allowed to leave. He tries to forget the events of last week and how Kim Taehyung had been leaning on the same walls he’s now passing by. Sitting on the couch awkwardly, knowing this is where he had most likely been kissing you on before Jungkook interrupted. 

‘‘Sunhi, do you mind waiting in my room for a little? I want to talk to your daddy.’’ you ask the little girl, interrupting her rambling and she nods rapidly. Jungkook is amazed at how you always manage to convince his daughter, you’re not even persuasive enough ‘‘I’ll play Chip & Potato on my laptop for you, alright?’’ you offer and she smiles, bouncing her way into your room without even sparing a glance to her dad. 

You take some time setting everything up in your room to keep Sunhi safe and distracted while Jungkook is sighing every single minute that passes by, his leg bouncing up and down, unsure of what it is that you want to talk about. A lot of possible announcements go through his head and most of them are bad. 

Jungkook doesn’t even realize you’re back until you clear your throat, announcing your return and noticing his eyes are gone staring into the well; a frequent habit of his whenever he’s deep in thought. He looks up at you, whose arms are crossed as you give a look Jungkook can’t quite figure out. 

‘‘What’s up with you?’’ you ask, but Jungkook doesn’t know if it’s a rhetorical or genuine question, before he’s able to stutter an answer, you continue ‘‘I need to know, because I don’t understand what’s going on right now.’’ He can’t tell if you’re angry, but he can feel the frustration in your tone.

He wishes he could answer that question, because he barely knows what’s going on with him. ‘‘There’s nothing going on’’ he lies and you scoff, obviously not amused by his shallow answer ‘‘Why would you think that?’’ Jungkook wonders, but he’s pretending not to know.

‘‘Are you kidding me?’’ you are mad, but Jungkook’s impressed by how you’re able to remain calm and collected ‘‘First, you decide to act indifferent when I tell you about my date and then you show up at my apartment, unannounced, and when I ask what’s wrong you just up and leave─’’

‘‘Y/N, that’s not─’’ 

‘‘No, I’m not done. Please, let me finish.’’ Jungkook is not used to arguing this way, but he respects your request and lets you continue, muttering a sorry before you speak again ‘‘And now, you’re limiting my days with Sunhi because you want me to take the day off because ‘I deserve it’ and, coincidentally, mention Taehyung?’’ You’re laying it all out on the table and when you put it that way, Jungkook is able to see how shitty the whole situation looks like. 

‘‘So, I’m asking you again, what’s up with you?’’ 

Jungkook remains silent, his eyes are staring at the ground like a scolded child. Is this how Sunhi feels like? He wishes he had an excuse to give you, but he doesn’t. In fact, the only answer he’ll be capable of giving you is one he knows you’ll probably not like. 

You sigh deeply and sit down next to him, a space between you two and Jungkook still somehow feels comforted by your action. He knows you’re angry and yet you want to be close to him. Jungkook isn’t sure why you still try, even though he’s done about anything to push you away. 

‘‘I just─I’m trying my best to be a good friend to you, but then you go and do things like this and━’’ you stop and Jungkook finally looks at you and waits for you to continue ‘‘I don’t know, I just need some clarity, for once. I need you to be honest with me.’’ 

‘‘I don’t like Kim Taehyung.’’

Jungkook’s lying, sort of. 

There’s a partial truth to his statement, but it’s not really the reason as to why he’s been acting this way. 

This is what you want to hear, he thinks. 

There’s a surprised look on your face, expecting anything else besides that. You’re not even able to reply because he’s continuing, at this point there was no turning back so he might as well take the opportunity. 

‘‘Yeah, I don’t like that dude. In fact, I don’t want you to date him.’’ Jungkook says, shrugging his shoulders and you furrow your brows, shocked at your friend’s bold revelation. ‘‘It’s selfish, yeah, but it’s how I feel.’’ 

Jungkook is standing up from where he’s sitting, not being able to see you looking at him that way. This is usually how arguments with Jiwoo end up, with him leaving to get some air or alcohol, too tired to keep going back and forth. 

‘‘Yeah, this is not it.’’ you let out a breathless chuckle, following behind him ‘‘You’re just an asshole and Minji’s right, you’ve always been this way’’ Jungkook is used to the insult, but at the mention of your best friend ─who hates him─ he stops and turns around ‘‘Did she finally manage to make you turn your back on me?’’ 

You laugh and he’s taken aback ‘‘You’re unbelievable! You think you have the right to treat me how you please and then tell me you don’t want me to date whoever I want?’’ Jungkook knows you’re right, but right now he wishes you weren’t. 

‘‘You’re married, Jungkook. You chose to date and marry Jiwoo, who I’ve never liked, but I never told you that because you’re my friend and I will always support you even if I don’t like the decisions you take. So don’t say I’m turning my back on you, because I’ve never had and never will.’’ 

He just wants to blurt it out. He wants to tell you it’s not because he doesn’t like Kim Taehyung in particular. It could be anyone else and he still wouldn’t like them, but he’s angry and he doesn’t want you to see the person he becomes when he’s arguing with Jiwoo.

‘‘I’m sorry,’’ he mutters and you want to tell him no, that he’s not allowed to apologize, but you know there’s something more and as much as you’d like for him just to let you in deeper, all you’re able to do is shake your head in disappointment and sigh ‘‘I’ll pick up Sunhi later’’. 

Jungkook doesn’t let you say anything else, quickly leaving your place so he can run away from the confrontation, at least for a few hours before he has to face you again and pretend this never happened. 

Contrary to your belief, Jungkook is still wearing the same clothes he came with hours ago. It’s almost midnight now and you had spent the last few hours wondering where he could’ve been. You don’t think he must’ve gone back home, there’s a faint smell of alcohol lingering on him.

‘‘She’s asleep’’ you announce, stepping aside to let his tall figure come in, but he stands there looking at you with the eyes you’ve grown accustomed to. He’s apologizing, but he’s not saying anything. ‘‘Come in, please’’ you silently ask.

He’s surprised to see a glass of wine on your coffee table and he wonders if the argument had also made you decide to drink as well. He wasn’t tipsy, but he at least felt calm enough to forget he was ever angry in the first place. 

‘‘I don’t wanna go home’’ he silently confesses and you give him a confused look ‘‘Please, can-can we talk this through?’’ Jungkook’s asking, but it feels like he’s pleading. You’ve never seen him like this and you wonder if it’s the effects of the alcohol in his system. ‘‘I-I don’t wanna fuck this up, please.’’

His bottom lip is stuck out trembling and you quickly take his hands and guide him to the sofa you were both sitting on before the argument broke out. It’s the small sign of affection that makes Jungkook sigh peacefully. The way your thumbs rub his hands soothingly, not wanting him to break down. 

‘‘I don’t━’’ Jungkook hesitates at first, but you encourage him to continue ‘‘I don’t wanna go back to her.’’ You know right away he’s talking about Jiwoo.

You’re slightly surprised, only because he’s told you there’s been issues, but you believed they were working them out. But by the look on his face, you know they’ve probably reached a point beyond repair. 

It’s ironic how you’re always wishing for Jungkook to open up to you, but when he does you never seem to know what to say. All you’re able to offer him is a hug and the one you give him right now makes him feel small. It’s comforting and your smell is enough to make him close his eyes in peacefulness. 

He’d love to stay here forever. 

‘‘I don’t wanna fight with you ever again’’ he mumbles, voice muffled because his face is buried on your neck as your arms surround his broad back. You let out a breathless chuckle and nod, sharing his sentiment. 

‘‘Why didn’t you tell me?’’ he asks, raising his head slightly to look at you and you wonder what he’s talking about. Jungkook notices the furrow in your brows ‘‘Why didn’t you tell me you didn’t like her?’’. 

Oh, that. 

It was a heat of the moment revelation, one you had intended to never say out loud.

You shrug your shoulders, not really thinking it was that big of a deal now ‘‘Does it matter? You were head over heels for her, I don’t think my opinion would’ve changed that.’’ you chuckle, remembering how excited Jungkook had been when he told you he managed to bag a date with the pretty girl in one of his classes ‘‘You still are.’’ you add and he quickly shakes his head no, his hair tickling your neck and you try so hard not to giggle at the sensation. 

Jungkook’s hand comes to cup your cheek, making you look at him and the proximity makes you become aware of how close you two actually are right now. He looks determined, but you don’t really know what he’s thinking, at least you don’t expect the confession he’s about to make. 

‘‘’M not,’’ he begins, looking you straight in the eyes and the surprise makes you back away a little, but he’s quickly pulling you closer again ‘‘haven’t been in a long time, actually.’’ You know Jungkook’s being honest because this feels like what he's been wanting to tell you for some time, but had never mustered up the courage to say out loud.

And it is, because Jungkook’s been thinking about it a lot. Finally saying it feels different, like a huge weight has been lifted from his shoulders. He feels lighter now, he’s placed all those burdens somewhere far away right now. 

‘‘’M tired of pretending. I only do it for Sunhi’’ he sighs out, his soju infused breath grazes over your face and you're forced to look down, his eyes making you feel nervous, but he wasn’t going to let you hide just like that. He tilts your chin up to make you look at him again and you let out a shaky breath ‘‘I wanna stay here,’’ he mumbles ‘‘with you.’’

Your lips part slightly at his confession and you know there’s definitely something more than friendly in it. Jungkook’s hand drops from your face and he’s taking your hand in his, intertwining your fingers with his own.

 You’re unsure of what’s going on, a part of you is screaming to stop whatever Jungkook’s doing, not used to the unknown territory. 

But the other part is silently enjoying it, liking the way he looks at you like you’re special and the way your hand seems to fit perfectly into his. 

‘‘Would you like that?’’ his question is merely a whisper and you gulp. 

You’re trying to reason with yourself, because this is your best friend, the one you’ve known for eight years. The one who, maybe years ago, before Jiwoo came into the picture, you might’ve crushed on once. But that was so long ago that you had even forgotten about it. 

It’s Jungkook, it’s almost impossible not to catch feelings for him at one point or another. But he never saw you that way, at least he never let you know he did. Once he and Jiwoo became a thing, you knew he hadn’t. It didn’t matter, though. Because he was happy and you’d find someone that made you feel that way too.

But he’s here now, confessing that he no longer loves the woman he chose as his girlfriend and wife all those years ago. He’s not happy. Instead, all he wants is to stay here with you. To be happy with you. 

You don’t even realize you’re nodding, until you feel him squeeze your hand and give you a warm smile. 

‘‘Can━Can I kiss you?’’ he asks timidly and your eyebrows shoot up at his words, the corners of his mouth raise up at your reaction. There’s a lot of things running through your mind right now, all the reasons as to why you shouldn’t be in this position right now. 

But you still manage to muster up a shaky ‘‘please’’ and it’s with that word that Jungkook grabs your face with his hands and gently kisses you. There’s slight shock on you at first, not kissing back right away. But it’s the way Jungkook’s lips softly brush against yours, delicately, that make you reciprocate. 

If this feels like uncharted territory to you, it feels like a different universe for him. For the past seven years, he’s kissed the same lips. Slowly losing the feeling of enjoyment of kissing, always feeling like it’s an obligation. But this feels different, better even. He might go as far to say this is perfect. 

You forget about the real world for a moment while Jungkook’s kissing you. 

In the real world, Jungkook is a married man and a father. 

In the real world, you’re involved with another man, one whose company you enjoy. 

But the real world doesn’t matter right now, you’re too focused on the sheer electricity of Jungkook’s kisses to think clearly. 

Jungkook’s hands travel from your face to your neck, his fingers tracing the skin lovingly, he doesn’t know it’s also your sensitive spot and so, when you shudder, he smirks into the kiss and his lips leave yours, placing kisses along your jaw until he stops at the place you seem to love the most. A shaky breath comes out of you, fingers coming to lace themselves with his hair, enjoying the way he kisses tenderly into your neck, biting the skin, but not harsh, afraid that it might make you realize and regret what’s happening.

You tug at his hair gently and he emits a low groan at the action ‘‘Sunhi’s s-sleeping’’ you whisper, warning him about his daughter who wasn’t that far from where you both were. Jungkook is still focused on you, he’s trailing down to your collarbones and all he can think about is how he had seen you last week, another guy doing the same thing he’s doing now. 

‘‘Tell me to stop, then’’ he mumbles before he’s biting into the skin over your collarbones, wanting to leave a mark. Maybe next time you see Kim Taehyung he’ll see them and wonder how you got them because he hadn’t made those last time. You don’t ask him to, instead you let out a small moan at the way it stings when he nips at your skin. Jungkook chuckles, pleased that you’re enjoying this as much as he is. 

He’s back on your lips in a flash, but the kiss is different this time. It’s sensual, feeling a little more familiarized with the waters he’s currently navigating across. He traps your lower lip between his teeth and you’re trying so hard not to make any noise, aware that Sunhi could wake up at any given minute because of the noises in the living room.

Jungkook’s hands are lingering over your chest, your t-shirt ridden low, exposing your cleavage to him and he’s teasing you already, his index finger lightly tracing the curve of your breasts as he continues his lips’ ministrations. The sensation brings goosebumps to your body and your hands are clasped together around his neck, bringing him even closer as physically possible.. 

His hands make their way down your figure and land on your waist, gripping the skin and your hips involuntarily rise up, begging for more. He takes this opportunity to place his palms on your ass, squeezing the soft skin and sighing into your mouth, the feeling’s too good, so good that he feels like he’s hallucinating this whole thing. 

You feel dizzy, like the whole room’s spinning except for you and him. You don’t want his hands to ever leave your body and you wish you could just kiss him forever, not knowing how badly you had been wanting this. 

‘‘Auntie Y/N? Daddy?’’

As if you had been broken from a spell, you push Jungkook away from you and notice Sunhi lazily rubbing at her eyes, clutching the Dumbo plush toy in her arm. Jungkook manages to land safely on the edge of the couch and you quickly head over to Sunhi, kneeling to match her height and ask her what’s wrong, hoping she hadn’t seen anything from her position.

‘‘Nuffin,’’ she replies with a yawn ‘‘tired, cuddle me.’’ she asks, grabbing your hand and tugging at it to take you to your room. You gave a quick glance to her father, who was looking dumbfounded on your couch, breathing as he had just ran a marathon, there’s a pillow covering his lap and you figure out what he’s trying to hide.

You stop the little girl and she’s looking at you with sleep written all over her face ‘‘Baby, you’re daddy’s here, you have to go home now’’ you explain and she frowns, crossing her arms and stomping her foot on the ground ‘‘No! I wanna stay here with you’’. 

Like father, like daughter. 

You know the right thing to do is tell her once again that she has to leave, but you knew that meant you’d have to deal with a crying Sunhi, you usually wouldn’t bother, but right now your mind couldn’t handle it. You sighed and hummed, trying to think of a fast solution. 

‘‘Okay, wait for me in my bed, I’ll be there soon’’. 

Sunhi smiles and nods, quickly going back to your room. You suppose she hadn’t seen anything from a few minutes ago and you breathe out a sigh of relief. Once again you’re alone with Jungkook and he’s clearing his throat as if to grab your attention. You turn around and he’s looking at you with those big doe eyes of his, the ones where he’s looking for answers to life’s questions.

‘‘I─uh, I’ll put her back to sleep so you can take her home’’ you explain, but before Jungkook can say anything you quickly continue ‘‘I guess you should call Jiwoo to let her know you’ll be late.’’ 

You’re gone by the time Jungkook’s able to process your words. They serve him as a cold reminder of the reality of what had just happened. He had just kissed you and you kissed him back. Things had quickly escalated and he wondered whether you would’ve stopped them if Sunhi hadn’t woken up. 

Jiwoo doesn’t care if he’s late. That text he had sent her about stopping for ice-cream with Sunhi had been seen and left unanswered hours ago. Maybe that’s why he doesn’t feel guilty about what he did. If anything, he’d do it again, but he’s not sure if you’d say the same. 

Time passes and it’s almost 1 AM now and Jungkook hears no noise coming from your room, let alone you coming out with his asleep daughter so he’s able to go home. He quietly enters your room to find Sunhi and you asleep, the little girl snuggled up to your chest and you with your chin propped over her head, arm splayed over her small body. Jungkook’s surprised to see that the plush toy Sunhi can’t seem to be able to sleep without is left ignored on her other side, back turned to it. 

He can’t help but smile at the sight. It feels like he’s on dreamland, this is something he had always wished to see, but had never been able to. Once Sunhi grew old enough to sleep on her own bed, Jiwoo hadn’t allowed her to sleep on their bed again. 

It’s silly to keep comparing between you two, he knew you’d always do things right. 

Jungkook finds it complicated to take Sunhi home now, seeing how you two had trapped each other. It’s almost as if it was done intentionally. Jungkook chuckles and shakes his head slightly, getting closer to the two to properly place the blanket you were both sharing. He tucks a piece of hair that had fallen over your face and with the back of his finger, he graces Sunhi’s cheek lovingly. 

He turns the light off and heads back to the living room, making himself comfortable on your couch as he prepares to spend a few more hours at your place. His eyelids start getting heavy and he finds himself sleepy in no time.

Jungkook hopes he’s not dreaming already, imagining everything that just happened, because when he wakes up, it’ll be back to his normal life. 

At least right now, for a few hours, he’ll be able to feel the comfort of your home and reminisce on the events of merely an hour ago and hope they are enough to last him a lifetime. 

[hobeemin]

Pick of the Patch

🍂 Genre: Fluff, Romance

🍂 Pairing: Kim Taehyung x (f) Reader; Yeontan appears 💜💜

🍂 Rating: pg13

🍂 Warning(s): Light cursing, feelings of uncertainty, 

🍂 Word Count: 1.9k

🍂 Credits: A huge thanks to @taerseok​​ for reading this over and giving me great feedback. Thank you so much!! Resources for banner provided here

🍂 A/N: to the lovely @chillingtae​ I hope you enjoy this just as much as I did writing it for you darling 💜🥺

Another lazy Sunday. 

You sat on the bed after cleaning the apartment, relaxing against the pillows. Yeontan jumped up on the bed to join you giving a little yip for to you give him a few scratches behind his ears. Giggling you obliged, settling in as the next episode of your drama began. Yeontan snuggled close to your side yawning as he got comfortable. You focused on the screen nearly jumping out of your skin as your boyfriend kicked the door open in surprise. Yeontan barked before jumping off the bed and hiding under it. You clutched your chest as you glared at him, body frozen in shock. Your face twisted into a scowl as the stupor dissipated.

“Tae! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

Taehyung grinned running up to you with a laugh. “Sorry, Jagiya. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

You swatted his hand away still scowling. “Don’t just apologize to me. Tannie is under the bed.”

The look of horror crossed his face. Not his baby! Taehyung dropped to the floor coaxing his dog out with soothing words. Eventually, Yeontan came out and Taehyung scooped him up in his arms cooing to him like a baby. You watched shaking your head. “Tae?”

“Hmm?” He said, occupied with rubbing Yeontan’s belly.

“Why’d you come crashing in the house?”

His eyes widened in confusion as if registering why he came in the first place before a smile spread across his face. “Oh! Yeah. I’m taking you somewhere.”

Your brow raised. “When?”

That boxy grin formed on his face. “Today.”

You glanced down at your clothing. Donned in one of his baggy shirts and some leggings, you had planned to chill the remainder of the day. Now that you noticed, he was dressed up more than usual. He wore dark jeans, an emerald sweater, and a comfortable brown jacket. His light brown hair was hidden under a newsboy hat.

“Tae–”

“Jagiya,” he cooed, wrapping you up in his arms and kissed your forehead, “Come with me. You’ll have fun, I promise.”

The ice around your heart cracked away as you rolled your eyes. He could always make you smile, even when you didn’t want to. Grumpy or not, Tae put up with you. With resolution, you sighed giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

“Oh alright. Let me get dressed.”

He cheered kissing all over your face. “You’re the best girlfriend ever!”

Suppressing a smile, you rolled your eyes playfully at his remark, your mood becoming lighter as you swatted him away to change. “Yeah. Yeah.” 

🍂🍂🍂

Taehyung drove carefully down the road singing at the top of his lungs. That dorky man. You joined in adding the melody to one of your favorite songs. Yeontan howled along from the backseat. You never felt so much at home in this moment as you all sang together. Tae chuckled hearing his adorable dog, reaching over to squeeze your knee as the song ended.

“Thank you for agreeing to come out with me, Jagiya. I know things have been stressful, but I promise this will help you take your mind off some things.”

You smiled slowly as the blush crept into your cheeks. Were you really this lucky? Tae hummed as the scenery changed from urban to suburban to rural. The hammering in your chest grew loud as you looked around. Like him, being outside was something you loved most. Being in the city was nice, but something about being close to nature soothed you. You couldn’t help but bounce in your seat as Taehyung turned in a winding road that led to what looked like a farm.

“Tae!”

His grin widened as he drove under an arch with the words ‘Heritage Farms’ twisted in the iron. Your mouth dropped glancing at your boyfriend. “Are you serious?”

He chuckled as he easily parked the car in a grassy field. “I know you miss doing this with your grandparents, so I thought we could make some memories as well.”

Tears threatened to spill as you sat in the car. Going to this farm filled you with so many emotions. It had been a humongous part of your childhood. Coming here with your Gram and Pop Pop was a treat. The smells invaded your nostrils as Taehyung opened your door and pulled you out of the car. With his other hand holding Yeontan’s leash and the other wrapped around yours, you both walked to the open area. 

The gazebo was just how you remembered it, green roof, wrapped in decorative leaves. A sign with the word ‘Pumpkins’ stamped across. The small white house with green trim on the hill came into view as you both walked down the path. Tae pointed towards the fork in the road. 

“Apples or pumpkins?”

You tapped your chin thoughtfully, brows furrowed in thought as you made your decision. “Pumpkins please!”

He gave you his famous boxy grin and ran with you down the path. Yeontan yipped running ahead on his leash. Your eyes rounded as the pumpkin patch grew closer. It was just as you remembered if not more. The pumpkins were even bigger in size.

“Oh my gosh Tae! Look!”

He grinned gesturing to them. “Go ahead, jagiya.”

You squealed and ran over running through the pumpkin patch giggling at the brightly colored orange shaded orbs. They sat among the leafy vines shining under the sun. The nostalgia came crashing down on you so suddenly almost making you tear up. You bent down taking one into your hands and held it close, shutting your eyes and swaying side to side. You barely heard the camera shutter go off as you opened your eyes to see Tae propped against the fence taking your picture.

An endearing pout formed on your lips, with your  hands placed on your hips. “Taehyung!”

He chuckled, giving you a wink. “What? That was too cute to pass up.”

Rolling your eyes, you glanced down at Yeontan sniffing around at the pumpkins. “Tannie.” The Pomeranian’s ear perked up at his name being called and he looked at you curiously, eyes wide and round and just the most lovable. 

“Your daddy is lucky I love him otherwise he’d get a punch to the eye.” You huffed, a teasing smile on your face before it hit.

Both your eyes widened at the confession. Your cheeks flushed looking down at the dirt. You hadn’t discussed the L-word quite yet even though you’d been dating for over two years. Embarrassed out of your mind, you walked further into the patch exploring the different types of pumpkins and squashes to pick from, trying not to look in your boyfriend’s eyes, even if it was tempting. Taehyung stood in surprise feeling his heart beat loud in his chest. 

“Tan Tan, you heard that right?”

Yeontan barked pawing at the dirt.

“Yeah I thought so too,” he replied scratching his nose.

He gulped nervously, grabbing his camera, and continued taking pictures of the farm, sneaking more pictures of you when you weren’t looking.

After picking a few choice pumpkins to decorate your place with, you found a spot near a wagon decorated with hay bales. Yeontan followed you wanting some attention and you agreed wholeheartedly. With a soft chuckle, you stroked the top of his head relaxing and enjoying the fresh air, humming a quiet tune before the events replayed in your head.

“Oh Tannie, I think I messed up,” you mused. “I’ve never said I love you before. Sure we live together, but like, does he feel the same?” You glanced down at the dog inquisitively. “This is new territory. I just came out. Damn it.”

You wanted to kick yourself. You didn’t do sentimental stuff normally. It wasn’t until you met Taehyung that he brought out your sweet side. Hell, he was the first partner you agreed to move in with, though quite scary in the beginning, eventually, you both got used to each other and found a happy medium.

But this ‘i love you’ business. It felt so natural, even if you hadn’t said it prior. You looked off in the distance not noticing Taehyung plop down next to you. He reached over and placed a gentle kiss on your cheek causing you to jump.

“Hiding from me?” he teased.

You blushed looking away from him. “N-No, just needed to be alone,” you whispered.

Taehyung pouted slightly, taking your hand and squeezing it. “I hope it wasn’t something I did to scare you off.”

You shook your head turning to him. “What?! No Tae! Gosh, I-I...damn,” you looked up at the sky trying to get the words out. Why was it so hard to say? “I’m sorry. You’ve been perfect. All this to cheer me up. I can’t believe you remembered that story I told about this place. I don’t even know what to say except how grateful I am to have and Yeontan in my life.”

You felt his large hand engulf yours and you squeezed it giving him permission to speak.

“You mean so much to me. Jagiya, you don’t have to be scared of how you feel,” he smiled at you softly. “I was a little surprised, but that doesn’t change how I feel about you. In fact, it makes me fall in love with you even more.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “Really?”

Taehyung's smile spread as he pulled you close to him. “Are you kidding? I’m crazy about you! Even though we've been together for only two years, I feel like I’ve known you longer. I love you Y/N always and forever.”

You choked out a sob as the tears trickled down your cheeks. Taehyung picked up Yeontan and held him up at eye level giving him a cute voice to speak. “If you’ll have us.”

“T-Tae?”

He put Yeontan down with a laugh. Visibly nervous, he wrung his hands looking anywhere but at you. With a deep breath, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a tiny box wrapped in black velvet. His cheeks dusted in pink, whether it was from nerves or the autumn chill, you weren’t sure, but the determination filled his eyes as he stared at you.

“I knew you were the one since the first day we met. You remember? That rainy spring afternoon near the Han River. We got soaked on our bike ride and found a tree to hide under the downpour stopped. I wasn’t sure about being set up on a blind date and I could tell you weren’t happy either, but we sat there and talked about everything under the proverbial sun. The way you laughed, or how you would touch your eyebrow when you were talking about something you were passionate about. It made my heart race. I knew then I couldn’t be without you. You’re my better half. I love you so much.”

He opened the box to reveal a moonstone set in rose gold. You cried silently as he slipped it on your finger. He chuckled bashfully. “I may be jumping the gun, but would you marry me? It would make me the happiest man alive.”

You nodded, speechless for a few seconds, and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Yes. Yes I will,” you answered, voice barely above a whisper. “Tae, I love you so much. Thank you for being there for me.”

He bent down to kiss your lips sweetly. “This wasn’t exactly how I planned this, but do things ever go our way.”

“Never,” you said with a laugh. You picked up a pumpkin and twirled it with your hands standing on your tiptoes to kiss your new fiancé on the cheek.

Yeontan barked, jumping between the two of you and you patted his head. “Yep Tannie. My words exactly.”

[soft-bellied-tannies]

Chubtober Day 10!

I'm back with following the actual prompt today lol! This one was just a random little scene that came to mind from the Full Moon prompt. It is definitely not the typical setting for a full moon idea, but I hope you still enjoy spoiled Tae anyway.

Read here or on AO3!

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“So, it’s a full moon this weekend,” Taehyung said with a strange expression on his face. He didn’t ask a question, but he was clearly looking for some sort of reply.

Namjoon looked up from his book, raising his brow in question. “Um, I suppose it is. Is there a reason you are bringing up moon cycles all of a sudden?” 

Taehyung let out a little huff and crossed the room, dropping himself on the couch next to Namjoon and jostling the cushion with his sudden weight.

“Well, you and Jiminie are on your emergency room rotations this semester and people say that the full moon makes things like that really crazy.” 

“I think that’s just a silly joke, baby. You know people in medicine like to use humor to keep things lighter,” Namjoon replied with a laugh, trying to figure out where Taehyung was going with this exchange. 

“But what if you are super busy or something crazy happens? We need to be prepared,” Taehyung explained, almost getting worked up by the fact that Namjoon didn’t seem to care. 

“Prepared for what? A busy shift? That could happen any time, Tae,” Namjoon responded as he put his book aside, trying to be understanding even though he was more confused. 

Taehyung sighed again as he adjusted his position on the couch, pulling his shirt down from where it rode up on the side.

“No, we need to prepare here. What if you both come home stressed and tired? We should make sure things are ready in case either of you have a hard shift.” 

“Tae-ah, I promise I’m not trying to be difficult, but I’m just not following. What more would we need here than we normally have?” Namjoon asked gently, trying not to offend his boyfriend who seemed to have real concerns. 

Before Taehyung could respond, they were interrupted by a subtle cough from across the room. Both looked up to find Jimin standing with his hands on hips and a smirk on his face. 

“What our dear boyfriend wants is more food, Joonie,” Jimin said confidently, having overheard the entire conversation and knowing exactly what Taehyung was trying to say. 

“What? No, I-”

“You were trying to use us maybe having a stressful shift at the hospital as an excuse to buy a bunch of snacks and order takeout this weekend,” Jimin explained as he crossed the room to join his boyfriends on the couch. 

Taehyung scoffed, crossing his arms and resting them on his belly with a pout on his face. “I just thought it would be nice for you to have extra snacks or a nice dinner after your shifts ended.” 

Jimin and Namjoon shared a look, both smiling at Taehyung holding onto his act. They would admit that this was one of his more creative attempts at excusing his need for more food around the house. 

“Yeah, I bet those extra snacks definitely would have been for us,” Namjoon teased as he gently patted one of Taehyung’s chubby cheeks. 

Taehyung’s face flushed pink as he ducked his head, completely giving in now that his boyfriends could fold him easily with their teasing. 

Jimin leaned over, sneaking his hand under Taehyung’s snug shirt pinching his soft belly below his belly button and giving it a little shake. “The full moon excuse was very creative, but you know we don’t need an excuse to feed you, baby.”

[snow-whiteandred-rose]

Hi 👋🏾 can I make a request where bts is filming for Run BTS and their child interrupts/ walks in the way of the camera to get to them.

Reaction: Their Child walks in while Run BTS

A/N: This one was such a cute request an idea. I’m soft for BTS with kids. I hope it turned out somehow as you imagined it to be. Take care everyone!- Eve

Word count: 2K Genre: Fluff

"달려라 방탄!", his dad cheered. Your son sat next to you with eyes as big as the universe. He was so fascinated by all the lights and people around him. And everyone seemed to be there for his dad and uncles. Today's episode was being filmed in a show kitchen. The perfect surrounding for his dad. He was a great cook, better than his mommy. Jin was standing in the middle of the set and watched the other six interested. "Why isn't Daddy cooking?" your son asked. "He is the judge today. He has to decide who made the best meal." you whispered back. "Because Daddy already is the best cook!" he smiled. Y/S/N watched them with great interest. Suddenly he saw how his dad winked at him and waved his hand. A sign to come over to him. He crouched down so that his uncles won’t see him. Once he arrived Jin also lowered down to his level "So, who do think is best so far? You can see everything a lot better." Your son thought about it and quickly answered "Uncle Namjoon is really bad at cutting things. But Uncle Yoongi is very good." he made a serious face. Jin copied his sons expression "Ahhh I see. I knew it! Thanks son. That helps me a lot." Satisfied Y/S/N toddled back to his mom. This procedure went on the entire cooking time. Your son was so happy, that his dad needed his help. "One minute left." A men shouted. "Y/S/N, come here." Jin opened his arms. He dashed through the crowd and was lifted up by his Father's arms. "This is my Sous-chef for today." Jin looked at his son. Even the last person now saw, that these two were Look-A likes. "He is going to help me judge your creations. So let's start."

June was the perfect time to pick Strawberries. So the Run BTS production team decided that is was time for them to visit a farm. It was Saturday, so it gave you the perfect opportunity to bring your daughter into the nature and have her dad around. "Dad, when do you know that a Strawberry is ready?" Y/D/N asked while the three of you made your way to the meeting point. Yoongi took her hand and put her on his shoulders "When they are big and red. Just like your boots. But if you are unsure, you can taste as much as you like." Unfortunately it started to drizzle just before they wanted to shoot. But everyone agreed that it didn't really mattered and started to film. "Y/D/N, let's go and search for Strawberries there." you pointed to an area a bit offside so that no one would be disturbed. She ran and squealed, finally being able to pick some fruits. The rain was getting more and more. But your daughter wasn't taking note of that. Her little head disappeared in the rows of plants. Her little fingers eagerly picked one Strawberry after another and placed them gently into the basket. Suddenly a big hand took the same berry she wanted to have. "I saw that one first." her dad's voice said. She looked up and saw him smiling at her. He opened an umbrella to protect his daughter from the rain. "Luckily you are wearing your boots. Mommy and daddy looked out for you." She showed him her little basket full of strawberries. "Do you want some?" she sweetly asked him. "The Min's are going to win, because you found so many, Y/D/N. Let's head back to get your prize."

"Cos Hoseok hurt his ankle, we decided to film today's episode inside. You are going to play different games. Such as charade and whispering games." the producer explained. You had to get a few things organized at home and asked Hobi if he could take your daughter with him. He was always excited to show of his little sunshine. So there was no second thought. Y/D/N was happily munching her cookies while wearing her big headphones and bopped her head to the music. The first rounds worked out quite well for her dad considering his injury. But when it came to "Guess the word", a game such as charade, your daughter was able to see his struggle getting up and move around. She took of her headphones and rushed to his side. "Daddy, you can whisper the word on my ear and I will show it. Okay?" she looked at him with big puppy eyes. "Thank you, Sunshine. I will tell you the first word then." You daughter started to spin around and pretend to shoot out something out of her palms. "Iron man! Ballerina! Ice skater?" her uncle’s shouted. "Nooooo. Shhhhhhhh. Shhhhh. Trallalala" the little girl continued to spin and jump around while making these noises. Hobi layed on the floor, holding his belly and laughed like crazy. "Sunshine, let's do the next word. They don’t get it." With every new word it was clear, that she inherited the Jung-sound machine gene. After the round was over everyone was in the floor grasping for air. "Dad, they are no fun to play with. You and Mommy are better in guessing." "You've done a great job, Y/D/N. Your uncles are just a bit slow."

Because your kindergarten had a cleaning day, you asked Namjoon to take your son with him. They had to film a new Run BTS episode, but considering that it was going to be in an interactive museum it was perfect. Your son was over the moon once he heard that he could spend the day with his dad and uncles. "Promise me to stay quiet and to behave yourself, okay Y/S/N? Daddy has to work." you asked him as you zipped up his bright blue jacket. "I will, Mommy. I'm going to go the dinosaurs. Rwarrr!" he made a claw with his tiny hands and clenched his teeth’sy. "Woaaah, what is that? A new dangerous type of dinosaur?" Namjoon smiled and took your sons hand. "Are you ready buddy?" Your son nodded excitedly and you gave him a peck on the cheek. "Have fun you two." Namjoon picked his little boy up and quickly kissed you. "Bye Mommy." An hour into the shot Y/S/N was getting a bit bored. Namjoon arranged a small table for him with pencils and a colouring book. He looked over to his uncles running around in the big museum hall. A man behind a camera counted down the time and quickly all seven of them gathered. Your son didn't understood what the men was telling his dad. But he spotted a sign with a silhouette of a dinosaur on it. He put on his little green backpack and ran as fast as his little feet would carry him. "Daddy. Look! Can we go there?" Namjoon was surprised by his son’s loud voice and crouched down to him. "Were do you want to go?" Your son pointed to the sign. "We have a break soon and then we can see the dinosaurs, okay buddy?" The men behind the camera spoke up, "A location change would be great. So what do you think Y/S/N? Shall we see what the dinosaurs are doing?" The little boy squealed of joy and took Namjoon's and Yoongi's hand who was standing next to him. "Come on, uncles! I will help you! I'm an expert!" he pulled their hands. "Then you can join Uncle Jin's team. The other ones have your dad."

"For mother's day, you are going to create a beautiful present. Here are all the utensils and materials you can use." the staff member announced. Your son was sitting quietly next to Manager Sejin. He played with his toy cars and drove them over Sejins thighs back to his. A few minutes have passed as Y/S/N noticed how his dad seemed to struggle. Everyone else was getting their materials, but he was just standing there and brooded. "Can I help my dad?" he asked Sejin. "Why are you so much like him? " he chuckled and asked the producer. "Y/S/N you can go. But be careful because of the cables." The little boy walked over to his dad determinated to help him. He tucked his shirt and Jimin looked down "Baby Mochi, what are you doing here?" he picked his son up and stroked the hair out of his face. "I wanted to help you. We can do something for Mommy together." Jimin kissed his chubby cheek and they started to collect materials. "Mommy likes flowers and she always has flowers on the table. Can we do something with flowers?" Y/S/N asked. "Sure, flowers sound perfect." After they got everything they needed, Jimin sat down and placed his son on his lap. Concentrated both of them tied together the flowers and nicely arranged them. "I think we should not add too much glitter, dad. Mommy doesn't like that." he seriously said. Jimin laughed "I know, Baby Mochi. Believe it or not, I know your mommy longer than you." The little boy turned around, "But you didn't know what you wanted to make before I helped you." Off screen Sejin laughed, because your son resembled Jimin in every way possible.

"Daddy, why didn't we took Tannie with us?" your daughter asked from the backseat of the car. "There are a lot of other animals. So Tannie would not have felt comfortable, sweetie. We will see him again in the evening. Mommy looks after him", Taehyung explained as he took the last crossing and parked the car. "Noble Miss Kim, we have arrived. If I may take your purse?" Y/D/N giggled and jumped out of the car and ran to the production team. "As you can see, today's episode will take place at an animal shelter. Each of you will be assigned a different enclosure. Afterwards you will receive your tasks." "Y/D/N, Daddy has to go change. Please stay here and wait. I'm going to pick you up, okay?" Tae bended down to your daughter. "Okay", she pouted. He ruffled her hair and disappeared. "Unnie, I have to go to the toilet. But you don’t have to come with me. I can already go alone." the little girl said and ran off. While she was on her way back she heard her favourite sound in the world "Guinea pigs!" she screeched and followed the squealing noises. "Ohhhh so many piggies. Hello. My name is Y/D/N." she greeted every single one of them. Because it was an open-air enclosure she opened the fence door and sat down in the middle. She took a kohlrabi leaf and started to feed the Guinea pigs. Y/D/N was so engrossed by her new friends that she didn't heard the sound of a clicking camera. "I think Tannie will be a little jealous when he sees that." her dad chuckled and leaned over the fence. "Can you take another picture? I want to show him and mommy all the different colours." she grabbed for a brown and black one. "Then let's have a photo shoot. One the count of three. Smile!"

"No Mommy! Enough! It's sticky.", your daughter complained. "The sun is shining too bright, Y/D/N. You will get sunburn. Please stay still." you said as you rubbed the sunscreen on her arms and face. "But Dad isn't wearing any." she whined. You glared at Jungkook and he quickly took the bottle and smeared the cream messily over his face. "Tada! See, now Dad is also protected. And we still look cool." Your daughter laughed "Everything is in your hair now." "The water will wash it off. Are you ready, sweetheart?" he opens his arms and lifted the girl up. "Be careful you two!" you shouted after them. "Yeah." Jungkook and your daughter screamed back in unison. The production team of Run BTS planned a water park episode. And because fun and adventure was second nature to your daughter, just like her dad, they allowed to have her in. "Y/D/N, we have to slide down as fast as we can, okay? We have to win against Uncle Jimin." Jungkook placed his daughter onto his lap and crawled forward to the mounting. "Have fun, Uncle Jimin." she waved and smiled to him. "How is your mother handling two of you?" he mumbled. With a big splash they landed in the water. With a joyful laughter Y/D/N came to surface and paddled to the pool edge. Jungkook never left her side and gently placed her on the grass. "Off to the next station, daddy!" she excitedly jumped and ran. "What are you feeding her JK? She is like a tornado." Suga pointed out. "Daaaad! Uncles! Can we do that?" your daughter shouted and pointed to group of people, who were gliding over the water with an enormous speed while sitting on an enlarged rubber ring. "Sure, let's go!"

[jingabitch]

Knocked Up

Summary: Drabble in the Fucked Up verse (original here), wherein Taehyung wants a child.

A/N: I wrote this a while ago and posted it to ao3. Reposting on Tumblr because I want to start being more active on this platform as well.

Warnings: yandere | explicit language | descriptions of sexual acts | kidnapping | dark shit | reader has major issues

Series index

Taehyung is the one who starts it.

You shouldn’t be surprised, you think later. You’ve always known how he is about babies; there are enough ARMY out there creating video compilations of him playing with every child he sees. He’d certainly been dropping enough hints, watching those baby videos in bed with you with Yeontan curled up on your prone form, your head resting on his chest. Sometimes when he’s playing with the dog, he looks over at you and says something along the lines of, “Tannie would be so good with a baby, don’t you think?”

At the time, you hadn’t thought much of it, just humming in agreement as you watch contentedly, usually warmly ensconced in the embrace of another member.

It’s not until one night, after eating you to the best orgasm of your life, that he actually says the words, pressing a kiss to your belly and telling you quietly, “I want to put a baby here.”

A little fuzzy from coming your brains out all over his face, you blinked sluggishly at him. “What’s that?” you murmured, hands automatically going to pet his face and hair.

He frowned a little, even as he nuzzled into your hands. “I want to have a baby,” he told you more clearly.

You wanted to have a proper conversation with him, but two things prevent this: first, how tired you are from the marathon sex they’d subjected you to today, and second, your shock at this unexpected development. They’d been the ones to take you to get the IUD that was currently inside you when you first moved in (read: been kidnapped) so you couldn’t quite wrap your head around what he was asking of you now.

So you’d just yawned, shuffled down the bed a little and patted the mattress next to you. “We can talk about it later,” you’d murmured to him as he reluctantly lay down beside you to sleep. Not five minutes later, Jimin and Hoseok tiptoed into the room and got into the bed on your other side, clearly having just arrived home from the studio, and as Jimin, handsier than usual when he gets tired, whines and fidgets until you turn over and snuggle into his chest, you forget what Taehyung told you.

That had been two weeks ago, and in the time since, it’s almost like Taehyung has been mad at you. He’s always been clingy and needy, but he hasn’t even touched you in two weeks, and every time you sit next to him on the couch he moves away.

Finally, you can’t take the cold shoulder anymore and break down and ask him, one afternoon when he’s alone in his room. He doesn’t want to tell you at first what’s wrong, but when you finally break down in sobs, asking if he doesn’t love you anymore, he finally capitulates.

“No, no, hey,” he whispers as you cry helplessly into your hands. You love them so much, you aren’t sure what you’ll do if they decide they no longer want to be with you. Will they drop you back at your old apartment, from two years ago, as abruptly as they snatched you from it? The idea makes your heart clench and your stomach drop in panic. You’ve become so reliant on them always being around, someone always there for you to curl up next to or cling to.

“I don’t - I can’t - “ you gasp helplessly, the pain in your chest growing with every laboured breath you take.

He sits with you patiently, rubbing your back until you calm down. “Shhh, baby, it’s all right, you’re all right,” and you love him sosososo much, he - they - are always so patient with your outbursts, moments of weaknesses, always accepting of your failures.

Finally, your sobs peter out, and he lets you shift closer to him, curling up on your side with your head resting on his chest as he strokes your hair and presses kisses to your forehead.

“Tae,” you whisper when you calm down a little, in a voice gone hoarse with sadness, “are you mad at me?”

He hesitates just a beat too long before answering, “No, of course not, my love.”

“Then why? Is this about…” you trail off, unsure of how to proceed. He understands, though, and nods. You feel the movement, his cheek pressed against the top of your head.

“Tae… have you talked to the others about this?” Because all of them want something from you, and they’ve made it abundantly clear that it’s your responsibility to manage it, to keep all of them satisfied. Because after all, they do so much to keep you satisfied.

None of them have ever asked for something so monumental and life-changing, though. Not just for you - you’ve long accepted that your life is theirs to do what they will with it - but for all of them.

He shakes his head, and you sigh, your hand clutching at his shirt. “Taehyung… you really should talk to them about things like this,” you chide gently.

“You - you mean you’re okay with this?”

You can’t help but start. Since when did they ask you opinion? Not that you minded, of course. Namjoon reminded you at every turn how much easier your life had been since they took over such responsibilities for you, and he’s right, you know. He always knows best.

But you can hear the yearning in Taehyung’s voice, so you swallow down your misgivings and nod, desperate to please him. And as you giggle obligingly for him, you find yourself falling in love with the idea of having a little baby around the house too. Maybe one with Namjoon’s dimples, or Jimin’s big smile, or Tae’s delicate features. “A little baby…” you say quietly, awe in your voice at the thought.

Taehyung brings his other arm around to hug you, pressing you closer into his side, and you snuggle in deeper, pressing your face into his chest as your cheeks heat. “A little baby,” he agrees in the same soft tone.

When the rest of the boys come home later that night, Taehyung lets you sit on his lap on the couch, his strong arms around you as he rests his chin on the top of your head, explaining to the others the agreement that the two of you had come to earlier that night, because even after all this time, you’re still a little lost for words when all of them have their attention trained on you.

Tae’s explanation, as expected, garners mixed responses. Jimin, of course, is ecstatic, wriggling in place in his seat on the floor; Hoseok’s wide grin splits his face; even Jin, surprisingly, looks happy about it, smiling serenely. Your heart squeezes a little as you look at him, your pretty angel. Your gaze moves over to Namjoon, already frowning in deep thought, his lips moving silently as he considers the logistics involved, and you know he’ll take care of everything, like he always does. Yoongi quirks a brow at you as you make eye contact with him, and you know you’ll have to talk to him later, but first… Jeongguk.

The younger man looks stricken, his eyes wide and glossy, his brows knit together ever-so-slightly. His bunny teeth worry his lower lip, and you know he’s going to bolt seconds before he does, jumping up off the couch and running to his room. Immediately you follow, opening the door right after he slams it shut. It doesn’t matter - his closed door is never meant to keep you out.

“Baby,” you coo at him, drifting over to his bed where he’s curled up, stubbornly facing away from you. You climb up next to him, scooch closer to him so you can press your body against his, throwing your arm over his belly. “Is there something you want to talk about?”

“No,” he says stubbornly, and even without peeking over at his face, you know it’s set into a petulant frown. You don’t respond, waiting him out as you hug him closer, pressing your forehead into the nape of his neck.

Finally, with a huff, he turns around to face you, and you bite back your smile. “Hi, baby,” you say, tilting your head up for kisses you know he’ll give you. He might be a muscly badass to ARMY all over the world, and even to the other boys, but for you, he’s soft.

He acquiesces, pressing a series of sweet little kisses to your face before tilting your head up further with his finger under your chin and pressing his lips to yours, kissing you deeply.

When you break away, he’s breathing a little harder, and you wriggle impossibly closer to him, wrapping your arms around him and stroking his hair softly. “Do you want to talk about it, baby?” you offer.

He’s still pouting, but the way he buries his face in your neck, letting you pet his head while whispering sweet nothings in his ear, lets you know that he’s not really mad.

“Don’t call me that,” he finally whines.

The statement is so unexpected, so ridiculous, that you pull back in shock to look him in the eye. He’s always been happy to be your baby, to let you coddle him, almost demanding it from you every time he sidles up to you.

“Why?” you can’t help but ask, the question all but bursting out of you.

It’s probably not the best way you could have phrased the question - you regret it as soon as you see his face drop - but it’s just so unexpected that you can’t help the reaction.

“No, hey, baby, I didn’t mean it,” you coo softly, wriggling down on the bed so you can still look at him even as he tries to evade you. “I love you, you know that. I just want to know what you’re thinking, okay, sweetie?”

After much coaxing, he finally admits, “If there’s another baby, then I won’t be your baby anymore.”

Your heart breaks for him. “Baby, no,” you say, rubbing your nose against his. “You’ll always be my baby, okay? You’re not the maknae for nothing,” you promise. “But Tae really wants a baby, and I kind of want one too,” you confess. “Don’t you think babies are cute? You can teach them how to read and how to dance, and hold their little hands, and babies’ heads smell so nice,” you enthuse.

You can feel Jeongguk start to relax, his big muscles untensing as he sinks a little deeper into the bed, and into you. “Babies do smell nice,” he concedes. You grin at him, knowing he’d come around. He truly does love children, you know.

He smiles back at you, if a little hesitantly. It’s okay, though. Your boys will make things okay, they always do.

Soon after, you head over to Yoongi’s room. That’s where you spend most nights, and as you enter, you smile at the familiar sight of him in a t-shirt and sweatpants, lounging on the massive bed dominating the entire room. He’d had a modest queen-sized bed at first, and it had been enough for the two of you, but after enough nights where the two of you had fallen asleep curled up together, only to wake up buried under a puppy pile of all the others who hadn’t wanted to sleep away from you, he’d finally conceded and, grumbling the whole time, had bought the giant bed he was lying on now. You like the new bed, enjoy your cuddles with the boys, but sometimes you miss the old mattress. It had been, after all, the one you’d woken up from when he’d first saved you.

“Yoongi-oppa,” you say in a soft, slightly whiny tone, biting your lip. Out of all the boys, he’s the one you have a soft spot for, your savior, the one who’d understood what you needed even when he was just a hand outside your window.

Ever a man of few words, he doesn’t say anything to you in response but instead just raises a brow at you, and you take that as your cue to dive onto the bed next to him. “Oppa,” you drag out the second syllable and you squirm closer to him, wrapping your arms around his slender waist and pulling him closer.

He lets you do it, stroking your hair away from your face. “So, a baby, huh?”

You giggle. “What do you think of the idea, oppa?”

He hums. “It sounds like something that will make Taehyung and the others very happy.”

You nod in agreement. “Probably, Tae was the one who suggested it.”

He pets your head, a strange reversal of your earlier position with Jeongguk. “I’m proud of you, love, for always thinking about them.”

Glowing with pride at his praise, you tighten your arms around him as you press your cheek to his chest. You’ve long stopped thinking that there’s anything strange about this situation. Of course you would want to do everything in your power to make the boys happy; they’d saved you. It was the least you could do to pay them back

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things you said at the kitchen table

“I love coffee.” Tannis mumbled into her cup, the heavenly black liquid scorching her tongue and a faint red imprint of her mouth left on the cup after she leaves. This is a normal part of their morning routine and her sleepy mumbles never fail to make him smile.

“We should not be doing this here.” It’s half laughed half breathed, his hands on her hips and her hands tangling through his hair. But they passed the point of stopping themselves when he palmed at the scar on her lower rib and said ‘Please?’ in that hopeful sort of voice she’s never been able to resist from anyone. “We better be quick,” Tannis mouthed against his hair. “Wouldn’t want anyone dropping by.” That however makes him leave the kitchen entirely but there was no objection from her, only a shriek of surprise when he picks her up.

She laughs all the way to the bedroom.

“Normally, this is the other way around.” Tannis noted as she yawned, knuckling at an eye as she looks at her silent husband. He’s sitting the same way she has a thousand times before, an untouched cup of tea in front of him, a knee held against his chest.. Normally, it’s him awoken by the cold side of her bed and the faint dent of the kitchen light in the darkness of the hall. Her pregnant belly isn’t very big yet, just a very firm bump highlighted by the snug sweater she’s wearing. “Come back to bed?” She asked, rubbing his tense shoulders. When there’s no reply, she drops a kiss to his head and returns on her own, their routine playing out in opposite.

“I’ve got her.” Tannis doesn’t look up from the baby in her arms as she hears his footsteps on the tile behind her. Their baby isn’t a fussy one and hadn’t even woken up in a demand to be held but Tannis was holding her anyways. Nightmares still wake her but at least the screaming had stopped for now. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” He drops a kiss to her head and returns to bed, waiting up until she slides back in, smelling of a soft milky scent that’s been prevalent since Alina was born.

“It was just a bad dream, I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Alina is fast asleep in her crib upstairs and a mug of tea has gone cold with how long she’s been down here. Though her husband is a stubborn man, he does as she asks, only to return several minutes later with Alina in his arms, the baby fussing slightly. It’s a perfect moment, him haloed in the florescent kitchen light, bouncing a baby as she sits at the table. 

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Little Bite #36

This is not a typical little bite drabble or draft, but I have these short HCs for all seven on what gaining from a lack of control over their eating would look like that I've developed and wanted to share.

Feel free to share your own or send ideas expanding on these if you would like! ---

Jin

Jin has always eaten for enjoyment and pleasure yet with moderation and control. He grew up wanting for very little in a well-off family though that also came with the expectation of appearance. Not necessarily fitting an image of fit and slim, but it did carry a tone of requiring politeness and control - never a social setting acceptable to appear gluttonous or improper. 

Once on his own with less reason to ‘perform’ for his family and more independence to make his own choices, Jin explored his hobbies and tastes with a seemingly endless budget. If he wanted to try a new restaurant or attempt a new recipe, nothing was stopping him. He already had an indulgent personality and the newfound freedom did little for his flimsy willpower. 

Replacing clothes, stocking his kitchen, and ordering food when he didn’t want to cook wasn’t even a thought because he was enjoying himself. Life is nothing without happiness and if food is his happiness at the moment, why limit it? Hitting limits like physical comfort, burdening insecurity, and addressing concerns about his weight are problems for future Jin.

Yoongi

Yoongi is completely unaware of his appetite capabilities leading to him becoming reliant on food for contentedness, a feeling he is chasing more and more as time goes on.

The realization of lack of control and gaining is a surprise, but it also does little to disrupt his habits because the warmth and comfort of finally being content that comes with being full or even just sturdier is ten times better than caring about his appearance. 

Indulging also brings in a newfound sense of connection that he lacked with his habits of overworking and isolation. Social interactions with his close people often center around food which is where the slip into overeating begins.

He finds himself craving those feelings even when he is alone and that is when eating becomes a desired comfort rather than a basic necessity. Yoongi will eventually take on the mindset that gaining weight is a show of his comfort and that is more than acceptable for him.

Hoseok

Hobi is the picture-perfect image of control. All aspects of his personality and life reflect his natural ability to lead, maintain, and dictate. Control is something that brings him peace and security which is why he exercises it so freely yet firmly. Little he does in life threatens his control which is an active choice he makes to ensure it stays intact. 

However, as life is for everyone, one cannot control everything. When something enters Hobi’s life that completely removes his control, he becomes reactive and impulsive to do anything to get that control back as soon as possible.

If something were to happen physically like getting injured or dealing with a minor but prolonged illness, he would take any advice to ‘fix’ what he can. Being forced to make changes and adjust his routines due to this new obstacle taking control would frustrate him in ways almost nothing can touch his strong resolve. 

Hobi does nothing casually, the full effort being made in all his choices so if the advice is to bulk up and regain his strength to heal and return to normal life quicker, he would take drastic action to make that happen. In his haste to take his control over his life back, Hobi unintentionally dismantles his control surrounding food.

Namjoon

Namjoon views everything in life to have purpose and eating is fuel for him in all ways. He may even start with the feeling that food is fuel for physical needs, but stress would bring on an attitude that food is also fuel for his mind and emotions. This shift in thinking would turn him from an intentional and functional eater to an unintentional and reactive eater. 

Namjoon would also have a surface-level apathy toward body expectations where outwardly he doesn't buy into expectations and his body can look however it looks without consideration of other people.

Although internally, he slowly falls into a spiral about the way his body is changing as well as how his thoughts and feelings are changing. In response to his emotional spiral, the overeating continues and even increases almost in a way to prove to himself that it’s okay.

Jimin

Jimin is all too knowing of his appetite capabilities, but he is truly unable to control it once he lets his restrictions drop. He is unable to get the control back in place after realizing how far he's gone, but he also a small shameful part of him is uninterested in regaining that control.

There is a level of relief Jimin feels in giving up his restrictive, unhealthy mindset that he cannot reach with any other coping mechanism. Nothing brings him quite the same comfort as undoing the long and often painful methods of maintaining his once concerningly small physique.

While the weight gain isn’t entirely healthy for him mentally either, there is no longer any physical weakness or devastating lack of energy so he will endure the other end of the spectrum mentally to avoid restricting himself.

With time, he would eventually begin to regain his confidence and accept the happiness that enjoying food freely brings him. It's clear that given how his body and mind reacted, giving up that intense control over his weight was actually better for him even if he is much bigger now than he ever imagined he would be.

Taehyung

Taehyung is an artist at heart and would find an ‘experience’ in everything, even a simple meal. He is also a social butterfly and saying yes to those experiences at new places with old friends or well-loved places with new friends brings him joy. So what if he goes out for every meal in a single day if it was with people he loves?

It isn’t so much of a lack of control in terms of eating for Taehyung, it’s that he allows his want for connection to outweigh the signals from his brain and body that he’s eaten enough. Social eating and drinking can be mindless and longer than an averagely proportioned dinner at home.

No matter the consequences, regaining his control over food is not something Taehyung is interested in when his relationships are thriving more than ever, and deep down, he knows that putting those limits on himself would be no easy feat. 

Taehyung likes to tell himself that overeating and poor food choices only happen when he is out with people, but if he were honest with himself, he would acknowledge that those habits start happening at home pretty quickly.

Ordering out for almost every meal is his routine and those orders get bigger and bigger over time. He can’t even simply talk on the phone or have a friend over for a casual afternoon chat without wanting to eat.

Jungkook

Having a big appetite has been Jungkook’s normal his entire life. In his teenage years, it was as if he could never actually feel full, but it also did not look as if he was eating enough for a family of four in a single day. A hyperactive lifestyle and unbelievably high metabolism made gaining weight the farthest thing from his mind. 

Jungkook was also a homebody, attached to his routine and safety net. Any disruption of those brought on debilitating episodes of anxiety until he adjusted. Major life changes like moving away for college, losing loved ones, or prolonged tension between people he was close with could completely disrupt his ‘normal’. 

Jungkook had tried many things and finally found that eating was a bigger comfort than he realized. The feeling of being heavier, that warm fullness, is unexpectedly grounding so overeating becomes a coping mechanism for his anxiety.

Unfortunately, growing older means many parts of his life become more sedentary and his metabolism ages with him so while his coping mechanism helps him more than anything else mentally, it becomes quite a problem for his waistline.

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Room For One More?

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Yoongi, Hobi, and Jimin met in college and ended up being roommates after becoming quick close friends. They met through mutual friends and just clicked immediately, agreeing to find an apartment and move in together as soon as they could.

After graduating, they all had work or grad programs lined up in the same area of the city so they continued living together which helped them finally work out their feelings. They ended up in an established relationship within weeks of moving into the new post-college place and couldn’t be happier.

Jimin had noticed that Yoongi and Hobi had something going on with food even before they were dating, but he also assumed that Yoongi’s casual but progressive gain over the past five years was just that college and relationship gain.

Yoongi had sized up many times throughout their time in college. Jimin assumed the initial gain came from a good dining hall and drinking with friends when he first noticed Yoongi’s cute little beer belly. 

It had continued as college went on, again as assumed college gain. It was as if Yoongi had collected his freshman fifteen every year. 

His little beer belly became a soft, chubby midsection that Jimin enjoyed cuddling up on any chance he got with how comfortable and warm Yoongi became. 

Jimin never felt like he could bring it up because what an embarrassing thing to be wrong about. He can’t imagine the thought of accusing them of this arrangement and potentially body-shaming his partner. 

That was until Jimin heard them discussing it in bed one night while they clearly thought he was asleep. It confirmed his suspicions that the gain had been mostly intentional and Hobi encouraged that gain for Yoongi.

The idea of gaining and hearing how the other two talked about their dynamic immediately interested Jimin, like it opened his eyes to the kink instantly. He had spent so long trying to ignore the assumption that Jimin hadn’t even considered his own feelings toward it.

Jimin understood why they hid it and he was not mad about it, but he also wanted to surprise them while exploring it himself and in a way, get back at them for hiding it for so long. 

Making a plan was easy because Jimin knew that if food seemed to be missing, Hobi would assume it was Yoongi eating it. He would eat his normal meal-prepped lunches for school and then also go get snacks, pastries, or even another meal at the campus dining hall. 

His morning run became a morning walk, sometimes with a stop at the coffee shop or bakery near their apartment. Jimin accepted more invites to drinks with friends or classmates where he ordered a few beers and an appetizer instead of one cocktail like he used to. 

Snacks and candy were always fully stocked in his bag when Jimin went to study at the library, but he tried to invite Taehyung and Jungkook to coffee shops more often now. He added extra calories to his smoothies and did low-intensity or lifting workouts when he went to the gym with Jungkook instead of his typical cardio circuits. 

Sometimes, Jimin even dropped the workout altogether for a bike ride with Namjoon or a little dinner out with Jin. He made very intentional and effective choices to incorporate more calories in a healthy way wherever he could. 

And it was a success. Jimin started gaining on his own but wearing baggier clothes which was easy since he often stole Yoongi’s sweaters and hoodies. 

Jimin knew his partners were starting to notice a little bit when they got intimate, but neither Yoongi nor Hobi said anything. It didn’t get awkward either since it was nothing more than a little softness, less than twenty pounds after three or four months. 

It was clear to Jimin that most of the weight went to his bottom half. His thighs and hips were filling out all his pants more noticeably, but his stomach had certainly gone from flat and toned to a soft layer of pudge. 

Easily written off as normal relationship gain plus the stress of a grad program. Jimin didn’t think anyone around him had truly thought of it as anything to comment on.

After confirming for himself that he was definitely enjoying the process and his body, Jimin felt ready to have them acknowledge his gain and encourage him. He wanted to be in on the dynamic, but he also wanted a good reveal.

Jimin had a trip scheduled with Taehyung and Jungkook, also knowing that when he got back,  Yoongi had a trip for work and Hobi also had a trip with friends scheduled. Since he was not going to see them for over a month besides video calls, Jimin decided to eat very well on his trip and when he had their place to himself after he got back. 

When Yoongi and Hobi both got back home on the same day from their respective trips, they arrived to find something they never expected and never will forget. 

Jimin had on one of his old crop tops from college that was now skin tight, hemline clinging to him above his belly button, and a pair of sweatpants snug on his thighs, waistband tied and tucked below his new little belly that was more round and pronounced considering he had been eating all day. 

Yoongi and Hobi were speechless. They couldn’t hide their evident interest in Jimin’s new gain, clearly losing their minds internally while trying to figure out what to say. Jimin loved it. 

He loved the way they were both looking at him like they were about to lose their minds. Jimin had never felt more confident in front of his partners before which said a lot considering how generous Yoongi and Hobi were with their love.

Jimin decided to come clean first, making it easier for Yoongi and Hobi who obviously were trying to figure out what to do. He told them about how he found out, how it immediately interested him, and how he planned for this. 

It seemed to instantly settle Yoongi and Hobi that Jimin’s choices came from a place of personal interest and not from their expectations. 

Yoongi said they shouldn’t be surprised considering how obvious they could be at times and how he’s clearly put on weight over the past couple of years. 

Hobi shared how excited he was to incorporate Jimin into their dynamic, especially when he’s clearly a natural at it. The teasing already having the effect Jimin was hoping for as he felt his cheeks getting warm from the praise.

Both also apologized for not telling Jimin sooner, considering that they had a platonic dynamic before transitioning into their romantic relationship. 

Jimin forgave them, knowing it was personal, but he also decided to tease them back.

“It’s alright, I understand. But just think about how much more I would’ve gained by now if you told me,” Jimin said, sending a little wink their way as he took another bite of hotteok he had been eating. 

Hobi finally decided to cross the room, pulling Jimin into a kiss that tasted like the sugary sweetness of his dessert. His hands moved freely to all the places he had been resisting lately when he first noticed Jimin’s slight gain. 

Yoongi sidled up beside them, stealing a kiss of his before also stealing a bite of the hotteok. His hand slipped around Jimin’s waist and noted the tightness of his full stomach - a sensation Yoongi didn’t realize he was attracted to on another person when it’s usually his own belly feeling that way. 

As Hobi was dropping little whispers of praise while encouraging Jimin to take a bite of another hotteok, Yoongi tentatively massaged his hands across Jimin’s middle until he pinched the new layer of pudge below his belly button. 

Yoongi and Hobi knew they were in for a treat with the soft gasp that left Jimin’s lips from Yoongi’s touch. With his recently discovered enthusiasm and gaining journey now out in the open, it already was making their dynamic feel refreshed and stronger.

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Chubtober Day 7!

We are actually following prompts today! This one is from fatguarddog's list - Magic Mirror.

Read here or on AO3!

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Ot7 are a coven of witches with various skills and run a magic shop in the city.

Society is an integrated supernatural and human structure so they often get human clients for silly reasons but also legit cleansing or concerns. 

After realizing how many potentially dangerous items are out in the human world, they often travel to human estate sales and antique shops to find items that clearly carry magic, charms, or spirits to cleanse and keep or return safely to human markets. 

They almost always pick up mirrors, as there is typically at least one soul trapped inside, or it’s an open doorway.

They cleanse and close the mirror before safely sending it back into the world. 

However, they come across an estate sale of a human who clearly had a fixation on the supernatural.

The home was packed with items and they had to stop themselves from taking everything they picked up. 

Their haul included mirrors, frames, trinkets, and jewelry that was so clearly magically charged that they couldn’t keep them all in their workspace at the same time. 

The items were spread out throughout their storage areas, knowing they would get to things eventually starting with the things carrying a darker presence.

A ring that clearly carried a curse and a picture frame with a hauntingly similar photo to the spirit they freed from inside were the first on the list. 

It took them a couple weeks to even make a dent on this big haul of items. 

At the bottom of their priority list was an ornate, gold-framed, full-length mirror that felt surprisingly clean and positive in a magic sense. 

Truthfully, they purchased it for themselves because Taehyung refused to leave it behind so it had been given a home in their living room - replacing their old, less impressive mirror. 

They will come to realize that was a mistake. 

Waistbands start getting tighter, food starts disappearing quicker, and weight seems to be piling on out of nowhere. 

But how strange to feel all those sensations when the mirror shows them looking the same as always.

Little do they know, the mirror is working like a virus in the background of their everyday lives. 

They’ve been seeing no change in the mirrors across the house. 

Being around each other constantly meant the small changes in the beginning weren’t noticeable so by the time they do notice, it’s already picking up the pace on how effective it is and they have no idea what the source is since the magic is covering the entire house.

Once upon a time, the new source of their magic mishap was a funhouse mirror for humans that genuinely was a harmless charm.

However, the coven is now discovering when the charm interacts with witches, they get the opposite effects - actually gaining the weight but seeing themself at their initial shape rather than staying the same but seeing their body differently. 

Instead of the mirror showing a funny image of a human growing taller or being full of funny curves, the witches see themselves exactly the same, but with each check of a mirror in the house, they are changing. 

Cravings out of nowhere, hungrier than they have ever been before, sometimes even gaining a few pounds from a prolonged stay in front of the original mirror. 

Collectively, they are oblivious for a little while with no reason to question their beautiful new mirror.

They are looking the same so they can mentally write off changes, but then the more they gain, the more there is for the charm to manipulate. 

But it soon becomes obvious for some of them.

Yoongi could sit down in his chair for a couple of hours and get up ten pounds heavier.

Jungkook stands in front of the mirror to dye his hair and ends up with intense cravings for days.

Tae stops by various mirrors around the house every time he walks past one and he constantly feels hungry. 

By the time they locate the source of the curse, no one escapes the effects - all of them gaining enough weight to require sizing up their shared wardrobe. 

They search for cleanses and charms endlessly, hoping to undo the consequences of their beautiful mirror. 

And even if they do find a way to reverse their weight gain, would it solve all their problems?

Has their metabolism been untouched? What if their hunger was changed for good? 

But the most important question…what if they like the changes?