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pudgecuddles · 1 year ago

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In My Time of Need - TaeKookMin pt. 1

Part of the Skyrim WG AU. Inspired by @tae156. Here is Jungkook's first meeting with the 95'ers! This is basically their origin story and the beginning of Jungkook's fascination with weight gain. The next part will be called A Night To Remember if that gives you any clues 👀

“And here is Taehyung Kim, your gift from the Jarl unto you, Dragonborn Jungkook, for saving Whiterun from mortal danger. We could not have defeated that dragon without your help.”

Taehyung Kim stood before Jungkook, slightly shorter than him and probably a year or two older. He was a Bosmer, a Wood Elf, with tanned skin and ebony hair. Long, sharp ears poked out between the black curls, framing his handsome face. Intense dark brown eyes stared into his soul. He wore form fitting leather armor, and had a hunter’s bow strapped to his back. An archer it seemed.

Jungkook looked back and forth from Proventus Avenicci to this new Taehyung character rapidly. They were gifting him a person?! “Ah- Thank you Advisor Avenicci. I accept the Jarl’s, uhm… gift.”

Nodding, Proventus Avenicci stepped aside and walked back towards Jarl Balgruuf the Greater, the leader of the city Whiterun. Whiterun was the first big town that Jungkook arrived at after nearly being executed on false pretenses back in Helgun. Luckily a dragon came and accidentally saved his head from being chopped off. Unluckily, said dragon destroyed the town entirely.

Suddenly Taehyung spoke, shaking Jungkook out of his thoughts.

“The Jarl has appointed me to be your housecarl. It's an honor to serve you.”

“Ah, that’s okay really. I don’t need anyone serving me thank you very much.”

“But- But you’re my Thane. I'm sworn to your service. I'll guard you, and all you own, with my life.”

“Okay, that’s a little intense.” Jungkook couldn’t help but say out loud. This poor kid, he probably wasn’t even much older than himself and he was already practically a slave to some stranger. Said stranger being himself. “Let’s just… follow me, okay? Let’s grab a drink.”

Divines knew he needed one.

As soon as they stepped out of Dragonsreach, Jarl Balguuf’s palace, Taehyung turned to him, grabbed his shoulders and began to shake them. “Oh thank Y'ffre! I’m outta there!”

Taken aback, all Jungkook could utter was a startled “Huh?” before Taehyung grabed his hand and started power walking down the steps.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been stuck in Dragonsreach just waiting for some stuffy, insufferable noble to catch the Jarl’s attention and assign me to them on account of how many septims they have. But you! Oh, you! You saved us! Actually saved us! I heard we would have been charred skeever hide without your help! Oh, let me buy you a mug of mead, please!” Taehyung’s box-like grin was contagious, and Jungkook found himself smiling in spite of himself.

They were already in the Wind District, below Dragonsreach but above the markets, when Jungkook dug his heels in and forced Taehyung to stop with him. “Hang on, hang on! Before we do anything, I need to know. I’m a Thane? No one really explained to me what that means…”

Taehyung, yanked to a sudden stop, looked back at Jungkook exasperatedly. “The Jarl has recognized you as a person of great importance in the hold.” He seemed to be reciting the words from memory. “A hero. The title of Thane is an honor, a gift for your service.”

“Oh.” Jungkook was kind of shocked. Him? An important person, again?! Could he stop being special for five minutes already?!

Taehyung’s smirk was back as he leaned in closer to Jungkook’s ear. “Guards will know to look the other way, if you let them know who you are.” He giggled.

Jungkook couldn’t help but let out an amused laugh. This guy was growing on him, he’d admit.

“Now come on, let’s get to the Bannered Mare before stupid Mikael starts caterwauling again. Can’t wait for the day someone teaches that womanizer to keep his hands to himself.”

“Wait, I thought you said you’ve been stuck in Dragonsreach? How do you know so much about Whiterun?” Jungkook asked.

Taehyung side eyed him, “I wasn’t always a Housecarl, you know? Used to be a guard! Then I got promoted.” He said ‘promoted’ in a funny voice. “Whole lotta nothing that was. Until you came around that is!”

Jungkook blushed as Taehyung sent him a wink. The Bosmer was cute.

Entering the Bannered Mare at two in the afternoon on a Sundas was like entering a partially abandoned temple of Arkay, the god of birth and death. Unnervingly quiet.

Ignoring the unpleasant atmosphere, Taehyung led Jungkook to the bar where he plopped down a bag of coins and asked Hulda, the inn’s proprietor, for two bowls of stew and two mugs of Honningbrew mead.

The mead came quickly, and the stew not long afterwards.

As they ate and talked, they got to know each other. Jungkook told Taehyung about discovering he was Dragonborn, finding the dragonstone in Bleakfalls Barrow, an ancient Nordic crypt full of the undead, and eventually finding his way to Whiterun. Taehyung told Jungkook about growing up in Riften’s orphanage, running away with another kid and making their way to Whiterun only to end up as guards. He mentioned there being an incident that led to him becoming Housecarl, but another round of drinks entered the scene before he could finish his story.

Jungkook was sipping on his second mug of mead, enjoying the now silent company of his Housecarl when he noticed someone else in the room with them. Leaning behind the happily feasting Taehyung, Jungkook spotted a short man in amber colored mages robes sipping on a mug of something in the corner of the inn. He had hair the color of wheat straw and the complexion of a Breton.

As if he sensed Jungkook staring, the man looked over to Jungkook and raised an eyebrow.

In a trance, Jungkook muttered to Taehyung he’d be right back and got up to say hi. Taehyung was too busy digging into his seconds that he didn’t seem to care where Jungkook went. In hindsight, maybe an apparent glutton wasn’t the best choice for a Housecarl…

Either way, Jungkook sauntered on over to the Breton.

“H-Hi?” Jungkook’s voice cracked. Coughing he tried again, “Hi, I’m Jung-.”

“I know who you are.” The beautiful man drawled, apparently unimpressed. “You’re the Dragonborn, an Imperial lost in Skyrim, here to save us all from the dragon threat. Yadda yadda… I don’t care.”

Jungkook didn’t know whether to be relieved or insulted by the man’s irreverence. “Well-”

“All I want to know, is if I can drink said great and mighty Dragonborn under the table or not, get it?” The man was all of intimidating, up until he hiccuped cutely.

Oh, he was a drunk.

Jungkook swallowed down a laugh and put on a serious face. “Of course, and who would I have the honor of drinking with this afternoon?” He waved down Saadia, the bar maid, to grab them a round of drinks.

“Jimin Park.” The Breton declared. “Battlemage ex-hic!-traordinaire.” He pointed somewhere to the left of Jungkook’s face, leaning forwards, almost off the table.

Quickly sitting down in front of him, so that hopefully Jimin didn’t fall off of the table, Jungkook struggled not to laugh at the circumstances.

“Here you lads go.” Saadia set down two large mugs of ale. Must have been what Jimin was drinking before. Jungkook preferred the sweeter taste of mead.

Jungkook handed her some coin as Jimin reached over to grab his mug. “Let’s see what you can do outside of battle, huh?”

Jungkook lifted his own much and clinked them together. “Let’s see, indeed…”

Perks of being Dragonborn:

Ability to Shout

Audience with the Grey Beards

Countrywide acclaim

Apparently can’t get drunk???

It’d been several rounds of ale in when Jungkook realized that the drunkest he was feeling was pleasantly buzzed.

On the opposite side of the table however, Jimin was leaned over his fifth mug of ale giggle-snorting at a joke he told himself.

“A-And when he woke up, his skeleton was missing! And the priest was never heard from again!” He slapped the wooden table several times, guffawing, causing their mugs to jump slightly with each slap. Jeez, for a mage, this man was strong…

“That’s… great?” Jungkook set down his mug, deciding to take pity on the other man. “Wow, is it late! You know what? You win. You’ve drunk me under the table. I can’t take another sip!”

“About -hic!- time!” Jimin blinked one eye after the other, like an Argonian. “Now pay up!”

Jungkook handed over a few gold pieces. “There we go, hey! Why don’t I introduce you to by friend over here and get you some bread to help soak up some of that ale?”

“I don’t need any soakin’, I already bathed today.” Jimin said pointedly, completely missing what Jungkook actually said.

“Of course you did.” Jungkook lead him towards an empty seat next to himself and Taehyung.

Taehyung briefly looked up from his meal, back down, and then did a double take. “Jiminie?!”

Jimin’s previously half-closed eyes shot wide open. “Taehyung!”

Jungkook looked wide eyed between the man and mer. These weird-arse people knew each other?! Why in Tamriel was he even surprised…

“What’ve you been up to, -hic!- skeever-butt?” Jimin pulled Taehyung into a sloppy arm hold.

“Only dying from boredom up in Dragonsreach, troll bait!” Taehyung easily loosened himself and pulled Jimin into a solid hug. “Missed ya, you tiny drunkard.”

“Anyone care to tell me how you two know each other or am I going to third wheel all night?” Jungkook chuckled as he watched the scene play out.

Taehyung pulled back from Jimin and coughed, pink faced. “Whoops! Sorry my Thane. This is Jimin, the guy I ran away with when I was young. We grew up in Honorhall Orphanage under the tender love and care of Grelod the Kind.” He rolled his eyes. “What a bitch. She would beat anyone that even looked at her too long. Especially the little ones.”

“We- hic!- tried to help as much as we could, but it eventually grew to be too much.” Jimin looked like he was about to cry, his emotions all over the place. First he was happy to see his friend then he was holding back sobs. Must be an emotional drunk.

“Yeah, at some point every Riften urchin has two choices. One, grow up and join the Thieves Guild or two, run away and try to find a life for yourself.” Taehyung explained. The Thieves Guild… now where did Jungkook hear about them again…?

Jimin sniffled. “We chose the second. Came here to Whiterun once we scrounged up enough coin to take the carriage. Had nothing but ourselves and the clothes on our backs.”

“Must’ve been no older than 16.” Taehyung continued. “Had to beg for them to let us into the guard. In hindsight they must’ve been desperate for soldiers, cause they said yes.”

“We stayed as grunts for years, up until we had a uhhhh… slight accident and I got myself kicked out? Luckily I was an adult by then and could set myself up as a mercenary.” Jimin seemed hesitant to bring up this particular story, which was a shame because Jungkook desperately wanted to hear more.

Taehyung growled. “It wasn’t an accident, dummy. I fucked up and you took the blame. I got promoted because of it and the rest is stupid history.” Taehyung definitely looked upset having this brought up again angrily biting into his third chunk of bread. Whoops, subject change?

“Regardless, here you two are now! Taehyung’s free from the Jarl, and Jimin, I would love it if you would join us when we need an extra hand?” Jungkook hoped his positive attitude was enough to lighten the darkened atmosphere.

Taehyung swallowed and Jimin wiped his eyes on his embroidered sleeve. They looked at each other and couldn’t help but smile. “Aww, fuck it. That was years ago. I’m just glad I have you again.” Taehyung muttered, pulling Jimin into a firm hug.

It was times like these, witnessing friends show each other affection that made Jungkook crave that closeness too. Some day, Jungkook. Some day.

The rest of the afternoon was spent eating (okay that was mostly just Taehyung) and people watching as the rest of the city filled into the inn slash tavern. A particularly awful bard started singing which was when Jungkook decided it was about time to find himself a room for the night. That or rush over to Belathor’s shop before it closed to purchase a fur tent for him and Taehyung. Jimin retired to his own room, requiring Saadia’s help getting up the stairs without accident.

“Spend at least a night at the Bannered Mare,” Taehyung recommended. “You’ve got to try her breakfast pie!”

Giving in, Jungkook purchased a night at the inn for both him and Taehyung, alongside access to Hulda’s private bath. It felt like forever ago he was traipsing down the catacombs of ancient zombies when really it wasn’t even twenty four hours. Time to scrub off the grime and dust.

Taehyung said he bathed just the day before and would meet him up in their shared bedroom.

The bath was nice, he had picked up some lavender soap at the Riverwood Trader’s a few days ago that he finally put to good use, scrubbing off layers of gunk from his smooth tan skin.

Feeling like he was glowing, he crept up the Bannered Mare’s stairs and to the bedrooms. To his right he noticed a door was a jar, looking in he spotted where Saadia dumped Jimin. He was half on, half off his cot. His robes were still on and he was drooling. Not wanting to push a borderline stranger’s boundaries, Jungkook left his robes on and just rearranged him into a more comfortable position.

Sneaking out of the room, he closed the door.

To his left was another door, this one closed. Remembering it to be the one that Hulda showed to him when he purchased it’s use, he opened it.

Now, he fully expected Taehyung to be under the furs and asleep by the time he had gotten back from his bath and helping Jimin, but he wasn’t.

Taehyung was currently undressing himself from his leather armor, bow and quiver leaned up against the side of the bed. Tossing his chest piece and gauntlets to the side, he proceeded to strip himself of his shirt. Jungkook was then given front row seats to witness the damage Taehyung had done to himself during dinner.

The poor Bosmer was bloated beyond belief. How in Tamriel he could still be thinking about pie with a belly that stuffed was beyond him. It stuck out and hung down slightly onto his lap. Even more surprisingly, there were signs that this definitely wasn’t the first time this kind of feasting had happened.

His chest was distended, filled with excess fat. His areola wide and dark, with swollen nipples at their crest. His sides were rounded out and his puffy thighs were stuffed into his leggings like venison sausages. The boy was chubby, and Jungkook swallowed thickly at the sight.

Looking up, Taehyung startled at Jungkook’s presence. His chub jiggled a bit as he jumped. “Oh shit, you’re back.” Taehyung made no move to cover himself up. “Sorry, we can turn out the lanterns now. I was just finishing undressing.”

“O-Okay… I just uh-” Jungkook was at a loss of words.

Taehyung tilted his head before noticing where Jungkook’s gaze landed. “Oh. Well, I would get bored up in Dragonsreach, and I guess there was always plenty of food to try out. So I just got used to overeating. Now I have a little tummy.” He gave it a couple slaps.

Yeah, well that little tummy is going to be a medium sized tummy if you aren’t more careful. Jungkook thought.

“Oh, well. That’s fine. We can always work it off while traveling.” Jungkook didn’t know what else to say. At least, nothing appropriate for near strangers.

“Yeah…” Taehyung muttered before blowing out the lantern. “Work it off.”

Jungkook had very anti-“work it off” dreams that night.

#pudgeprojects #bts skyrim wg au #tw alcohol #tw drunk #tw drinking #canon typical drinking #aye I finished it!#there’s a pt. 2 coming that goes more into kink #so watch out for that #coming after this though will probably be the yoonkook one #Yoongi has a big belly in that one #yummy

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