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Taehyung had a countdown. It wasn’t a countdown for Christmas per se, but it involved Christmas. Christmas vacation to be exact. That didn’t apply to Taehyung himself as he wasn’t in school at the moment, instead working a job to save up for college before he went. But that meant that his best friend Jimin was coming back home for the holidays and he hadn’t seen him since he left for college. To say that he was excited was an understatement. Perhaps he was a bit overexcited, but this was Jimin. He had spent his entire life with him and this was the longest they had spent apart. It was the only thing that Taehyung regretted about taking a gap year before college; he was without Jimin for the entire school year. 

They typically video called once a week. Taehyung wished that they could do more, but Jimin was usually so swamped with homework and stress that he didn’t have the time to call him. Taehyung understood, he really did, but that didn’t stop him from missing Jimin like crazy. Each video call made him miss him more. He couldn’t wait to throw his arms around him the second that he arrived. 

So the night before Jimin arrived, Taehyung went to sleep like a little kid before Christmas–tossing and turning, completely unable to fall asleep because of the anticipation he was feeling. He definitely did not get enough sleep and he felt it when he woke up in the morning. His eyes were blurry and he had bags underneath them which was terrible, considering he was seeing Jimin in a few hours. Jimin was well–Jimin! He had always felt like he was rather plain next to Jimin’s beauty. His best friend never made him feel that way, but he figured nearly everyone had to feel that way around him. He was stunning. 

Once he had gotten up and stretched, he went to the bathroom to wash his face and do his hair and makeup. He was probably overthinking it for no reason–Jimin had seen him in every possible state. From done up like a model for Jimin’s brother’s wedding, to hungover and throwing up after his first (and last) high school party. So it wasn’t like Jimin was expecting him to be all done up. He just felt like he should. 

So he washed his face with cold water to bring down the puffiness and patted his face dry with a soft towel. He put on his favorite moisturizer, and once that had soaked in he swiped some concealer under his eyes and on the couple of blemishes that had popped up in the last few days. He didn’t have to do much to his hair–he just combed through it and curled the ends a little bit to make it look fuller. Once he finished his hair, he added a little lip gloss as the finishing touch and gave himself a little nod of approval in the mirror. He had almost gone for some eyeliner too, but he figured that was too much for this occasion. Jimin would already scold him for thinking he needed to dress up for him. 

After Taehyung put on his outfit, he looked at the time. It was a little bit early to be going to the train station but he figured it would be better to arrive early and have to wait for Jimin than for Jimin to arrive early and have to wait for him to arrive since he was the one picking him up. He had practically begged Jimin’s parents to let him be the one to pick him up, but they had relented easily, knowing how important Jimin was to him. So now since he had nothing better to do, he got all of his stuff together–keys, wallet, phone, and gloss to reapply before he saw Jimin–and then he was off. 

The train station was about a forty-five minute drive from where Taehyung’s apartment was but he didn’t mind the drive. He put on his playlist of Christmas music which put him into a good, Christmas-y mood. He was already in a good mood, but the Christmas spirit made him feel even brighter. He hoped Jimin wouldn’t mind some Christmas music on the way back either. He figured he wouldn’t since they had always jammed out to Christmas music during the holidays in their room together, but he could never know how college would change a man. 

As he approached the train station, his heart started to beat a little faster. He told himself that was normal to feel when going to see a friend after a while and that it had nothing to do with anything else. Once he had parked his car and had found a place to sit while he waited for Jimin’s train to ride, he couldn’t stop bouncing his leg. It was an old nervous habit that he never could get rid of, and he just hoped it wasn’t bothering anyone else waiting around him. He realized he probably shouldn’t have come so early because now he would be waiting for a half an hour at least and the station was cold. 

After about ten minutes of waiting, his phone pinged and he opened it to see he had received a text from Jimin saying, “I’m about 15 minutes away from the station!! I’ll see you soon!” with a bunch of heart emojis that had Taehyung’s own heart fluttering. He quickly sent a text back, a clearly excited, “Okay perfect, I’m already here! I can’t wait to see you!” that was also followed by a bunch of hearts and a couple party and cheering emojis. He had to show his enthusiasm. 

When the train pulled into the station fifteen minutes later on the dot, Taehyung quickly rose from his seat and kept an eye on the door of the train. He chewed on his lip, squeezing his hands together tightly as the doors opened and people started milling out of the train. 

He wondered if anything had changed about Jimin. One thing he had noticed in a few of their more recent video calls was that Jimin had filled out a little more. Just in his cheeks as far as he could tell, but then again he never saw his body. He wasn’t surprised and he didn’t mind it–it was normal to gain a little weight in college and Taehyung thought his face only looked the better for it. He had stopped dancing after their senior year in high school to focus on his studies more so it made sense that he would gain a little weight even if he wasn’t eating more than usual. Taehyung always thought that dancing made him too skinny anyway. Sometimes it worried him, so he was happy to see his cheeks looking a little rounder, a little healthier. 

Still, as he looked for Jimin he was looking for a petite, lithe young man. Not someone chubby. So when he couldn’t find the other at first, he was getting a little worried. He nearly picked up his phone to text him to make sure he had gotten the time and train number correct, when he heard his name being called from amongst the crowd. 

“Taehyung! Tae! Over here!” He snapped his head to the left and saw Jimin bouncing up and down and waving his arm like crazy to grab his attention. A boxy grin spread across Taehyung’s face and he started walking towards him, but when he got a little closer, he almost had to do a double take. 

He figured Jimin had gained some weight. It was almost a given. He was just not prepared for how much weight he had gained. Jimin’s face looked the same as it had been looking in all of their video calls but the rest of him was…different. And Taehyung couldn’t look away. The light blue sweater that Jimin was wearing was obviously ill-fitting. It strained across his chubby belly–belly–and his pudgy chest. It looked like it was struggling to stay pulled down over his tummy at all because when he jumped Taehyung thought he saw a tiny sliver of skin. His jeans were just as ill-fitting. Jimin had always worn skin tight jeans that had Taehyung staring at his ass way too often (platonically of course), but the tightness of these jeans was practically obscene. His thighs and hips were so thick they looked like they were close to tearing the material of the jeans and Taehyung had the sudden urge to grab them, but he pushed the thought out of his mind. He even had a double chin he hadn’t noticed before. 

There was no doubt about it. Skinny, lithe, athletic Park Jimin had gotten chubby in college. And Taehyung felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. 

He quickly collected himself, coming back to reality when he realized Jimin was still calling his name and making his way over to him. “Jimin!” he exclaimed, quickly closing the gap between them and pulled the shorter man into a tight hug. He dropped his head onto Jimin’s shoulder and inhaled deeply as he felt his arms come around him. He smelled good. Familiar. Like home. Just so Jimin. And he was soft. He had always felt like if he hugged Jimin too hard he would break him but this time he felt solid, squishy, whole. It was so nice. 

“I’m so happy to see you again Taetae. I missed you so much,” Jimin said softly and Taehyung suddenly felt like crying. 

“I missed you too, Min. So much,” Taehyung replied, head still buried against Jimin’s shoulder. “I’ve practically been counting down the days.” Not even practically. He had been. He had the days marked on his calendar and everything. 

Jimin giggled and Taehyung’s heart soared at the sound. “Me too. I’m really glad to be back.” He pulled away a bit and Taehyung nearly whined but he held himself back. At this distance he got an even better look at Jimin and he was even more beautiful than before. If that was even possible. 

“I’m really glad you’re back. Here-” Taehyung reached for Jimin’s bag, “I’ll take this. Let’s go to my car, it's not far from here,” he explained. Jimin looked like he wanted to protest Taehyung taking his bag but he didn’t and simply smiled. 

“Okay, lead the way.” 

Taehyung’s car really wasn’t that far away but Jimin still looked a little winded once they arrived. It made something warm stir in Taehyung’s belly but he didn’t question or even acknowledge it. “It feels like it's been ages since I last saw you, but at the same time it feels like I never left, you know?” Jimin said as Taehyung started the car. 

Taehyung nodded and gave Jimin a soft smile. “Yeah, I get that,” he agreed. It was the familiarity, the connection they had. They could go years without seeing each other and once they met up again it would be as if they had never been apart. “Do you mind if I play some Christmas music on the drive?” 

Jimin’s face lit up. “Do you even have to ask? Of course! You know I always love Christmas music,” he said enthusiastically. Taehyung’s smile widened and he nodded as he went to his playlist and hit shuffle play. Mariah Carey’s “All I Want For Christmas is You,” started playing and Jimin gave a hum of approval. 

“The ambiance is now perfect. Onward,” Taehyung said with a grin and they started on their way. 

They spent the first fifteen minutes of the drive talking and catching up on everything. Jimin ranted to him about finals and Taehyung ranted to him about the difficulties of his current job, and just the general things of life. Jimin was still single, which made Taehyung unreasonably happy for some reason. It just meant he would get more best friend time. That was it. 

After about fifteen minutes though, Jimin’s stomach made itself known with a loud grumble and his cheeks turned a deep cherry red. “Ahaha- sorry about that,” he said with a bashful smile. “Actually uh- if it's not too much trouble…do you think that we could stop somewhere and grab some food before we get home? I haven’t eaten anything and-”

Taehyung cut him off. “Of course, it won’t be any trouble at all, Min. I think there’s something coming up soon,” he said. He hadn’t eaten anything either but he wasn’t really a breakfast person so he figured he would wait until he got home. Jimin bit his bottom lip and smiled down at his lap. 

“Thank you Taehyung. You’re always such a sweetheart.” Taehyung tried not to blush as he mumbled, “It’s no problem.” 

It only took a few minutes for them to arrive at the fast food place off one of the nearest exits and as Taehyung pulled into the drive thru he turned to Jimin. “What do you want?” he asked. 

Jimin pursed his lips and fiddled with his thumbs for a second. “Um…two breakfast sandwiches, either kind…a large coffee- with cream and sugar. And caramel syrup.” He paused for a second and then nodded slightly. “Yeah, that’s it.” 

Taehyung tried to not let Jimin’s order phase him, but it was so different from what he would have ordered before–if he would have even ordered anything–that he just couldn’t fully ignore it. He was glad that Jimin was finally relaxed though. He’d spent his entire high school years worrying about his weight and what he ate and his figure–the fact that he was chubby now and ordering that much for breakfast made Taehyung’s chest feel warm and his stomach feel hot. “Okay! Sounds good to me,” he said with a hum. As he pulled up to order, Jimin opened his mouth again, then closed it, then opened it again. 

“Actually I- could you also get one of the blueberry muffins please? If that’s too much then–”

Taehyung shook his head. “Nothing is ever too much. You can have what you want okay? You know I don’t mind,” he reassured him. Jimin nodded, clearly embarrassed judging by how red his cheeks were, but he smiled a little. 

“Thank you, Tae. I really appreciate it,” he said sincerely. 

Taehyung listed off Jimin’s order and then drove up to the window. Jimin pulled out his card to hand to him, but Taehyung shook his head. “I’ll pay for it, don’t worry about it,” he said. 

“But it’s mine and it’s a lot Tae you seriously don’t have to.”

“I don’t mind, seriously. You’ve been working hard at college for months and just paid for all this transportation to come here. I wanna do something for you,” he said. He handed the cashier his card and Jimin pouted, but Taehyung knew on the inside he was happy about it. Jimin had told him numerous times how stressed he was about finances while in college. 

It didn’t take too long for Jimin’s food to get finished and Taehyung handed the bag to Jimin with a happy smile. Jimin’s stomach growled as he inhaled the greasy aroma of the fast food breakfast sandwiches and coffee and he licked his lips. “Thank you so much, I wasn’t sure I was going to make it all the way home without something to eat,” he said with a laugh and Taehyung almost forgot how to breathe when he unwrapped the sandwich and started to basically devour it. 

“You’re really welcome,” he said, voice a little more shaky than he wanted it to be. By the time he pulled back onto the main road Jimin had almost made it through the entirety of his first sandwich. 

He tried to focus on driving but Jimin’s eating kept drawing his attention back. He ate like he was starving, making it through the first sandwich in minutes, and the second one nearly as fast. The only thing slowing him down with the second one was the swigs of coffee he took in between bites. When he was finished he had to pause, taking a second to breath. It sounded like he hadn’t taken a breath the entire time he had been eating and Taehyung wondered if he even had. 

Jimin wiped his fingers clean with a napkin and glancing over Taehyung was almost shocked to see that there wasn’t a single crumb on his belly despite how fast he had eaten. His belly. Taehyung still couldn’t get over that. “Those were really good,” Jimin hummed and lifted his fist to his mouth to cover a quiet burp. “Excuse me. Sorry,” he said. 

Taehyung was feeling things he shouldn’t. “Don’t worry about it. It’s natural,” he said with a chuckle. 

Jimin moved on to the muffin after a minute, taking big gulps of his coffee now that it wasn’t as hot. He hummed softly as he took bites of the muffin, always staying careful not to get crumbs anywhere in Taehyung’s car. His cheeks puffed out with the baked good and he looked so happy and pretty that Taehyung struggled to keep his eyes on the road. As much as he was enjoying spending this time with Jimin, he couldn’t wait to get out of the car so he wouldn’t be endangering them anymore with his urge to stare at his best friend. He didn’t even get why he wanted to stare. Jimin was attractive, sure, but Taehyung wasn’t attracted to him. He may have thought about kissing him a few times and what his skin would taste like but everyone thought that about their best friends, surely. It was just a weird day. 

“I feel so much better now,” Jimin said with a satisfied sigh. He gave his tummy a pat and had to stifle a belch. “Gosh excuse me… I’m sorry this is pretty gross.” He shook his head and Taehyung frowned. 

“Jimin, I don’t think there is a single thing in this entire world you could do that I would ever consider gross,” Taehyung said vehemently. He could tell that even though Jimin had relaxed a bit, he still had underlying insecurities that he had never gotten over. 

“I don’t know about that,” Jimin said with a soft chuckle. “I’m sure there’s something out there. I’m not completely perfect, you know,” he said playfully. “But thank you. Really.” 

“You never have to thank me, Jimin. And to me, you are perfect.” To anyone else, that would have been too much to say to a friend. But that was how they had always been with each other. It wasn’t unusual for Taehyung to shower the elder with compliments and for him to do the same. It was just their dynamic. 

“Aish, you’re making me blush,” Jimin said, waving his hand. 

“Good.” Taehyung threw a wink that had Jimin covering his face with his hands and Taehyung laughing. He was so glad that they could still be like this. They were over video calls, but it just wasn’t the same as real life and sometimes Taehyung worried. However now he saw that he had nothing to worry about. Jimin might look a little different (read: a lot), and Taehyung's feelings towards that were confusing at the very best, but it was all good change and Jimin was still beautiful, perfect, sweet Jimin. And he couldn’t be happier to have him back. 

-

Jimin’s parents practically smothered him with hugs and kisses when he arrived and complimented him nearly as much as Taehyung did on the regular. Taehyung was planning on making his leave after he dropped Jimin off, but both Jimin and his family insisted that he stay, since they had prepared a big coming home meal. Taehyung was hungry now so how could he say no to that? Plus it meant extra time with Jimin before he went home by himself. 

There was a delicious spread of food, classic Korean dishes spread all across the table. Taehyung was amazed by their cooking abilities and extremely grateful for them too because his plans for the day were to go home and have ramen for lunch and dinner. So this was a nice change. He thanked them thoroughly before getting himself some food, as much as was acceptable as a guest. 

He wasn’t expecting Jimin to get much, if any, simply because of how he was used to seeing him eat and because he knew how big of a meal he had just had about a half an hour before. But his assumptions were proven wrong as Jimin got even more food than he did, seemingly just as hungry as he had been before. Even his parents seemed surprised, but they were pleased too, sending looks to each other. They had always worried over him with his eating habits before, just like Taehyung did, so it was rather relieving to see that he was eating so well now and clearly had been eating well for the past couple months. 

“I’m glad to see that you’re eating well,” Mrs. Park said sincerely, looking at Jimin with a small smile. Jimin’s cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink and Taehyung had the urge to kiss them. 

“Ah yeah uh- I guess college really ramped up my appetite,” he said with a small chuckle. 

“It’s good. You look healthy and much happier,” his father encouraged. Taehyung had to agree. Jimin always looked good but his chubby cheeks and fuller figure definitely added to that. 

“He’s right,” Taehyung agreed, nodding his head. “You look good.” Jimin smiled shyly and looked down at his plate. 

“Thank you,” Jimin said softly, reaching for some more meat with his chopsticks. 

Taehyung tried to stay focused on the conversation going on at the table, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off Jimin. His gaze kept going from his full lips that were shiny and red from the oil and spices in the food, to the slight double chin he had developed, to his overfull belly. His blue sweater had ridden up a bit since he had sat down, and where before he was only able to see his belly when he had jumped up to wave at him, he could see a tiny sliver pushing over his ungodly tight waistband no matter how he moved. It looked almost painful how tight everything was, but he was still continuing to eat like he hadn’t eaten a single thing the entire morning. The fact that Taehyung knew he had eaten already made him feel hot, but he tried to brush the feeling away. 

Jimin ate as vigorously as he had before, even if eventually he slowed down. Once he did, each bite seemed to take a little more effort, but he seemed to be enjoying it so much that it didn’t matter how full he was. Bite after bite of pork, rice, beef, vegetables, and other foods made their way past his plump lips that Taehyung couldn’t seem to look away from.

When he was finished with his food, having eaten almost double what Taehyung or anyone else at the table ate, he let out a heavy breath and leaned back in his chair slightly. From Taehyung’s vantage point he could see that Jimin was discreetly trying to adjust his pants underneath the table and that made something stir inside of him that he didn’t understand. His breathing came out a little shallow even when he leaned back and his facial expression was a little twisted with discomfort. It worried Taehyung for a second but he also looked so satisfied at the same time that he didn’t say anything. 

“That was really good, eomma,” Jimin said happily, running his small, chubbier hand over the top of his tummy. Taehyung was going to combust. 

“I’m really glad! I wanted to make the best for you when you got home,” she said sweetly, rubbing Jimin’s shoulder as she walked by to start collecting the dishes. 

“Let me help,” Jimin said, slowly beginning to push himself up from his chair. The movement jostled his stuffed belly and winced a little before covering a burp with his hand. Taehyung swallowed and without really thinking much he stood up before Jimin and put his hand on his shoulder, easing him back down to sit in the chair. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll help out. You just got back from a long trip and college finals. You deserve a break from any work,” he insisted. Jimin pouted while his parents both shared a knowing look between each other. 

“But it’s not a big deal, I can help,” he said, but Taehyung shook his head. 

“Not this time!” He grabbed a couple of the dishes and brought them over to the sink with Mrs. Park. Jimin relented and sat back in his chair, and even if he was still frowning, Taehyung could tell he was relieved to sit down. There was no way he was going to let him stand up like that when he was clearly way too full. The thought of seeing Jimin struggling to get up from his seat may have set Taehyung’s cheeks on fire, but he ignored it. He had to ignore it because it wasn’t…normal. Whatever was going on in his head wasn’t normal and it was probably just due to the fact that he hadn’t slept much the night before and his nerves were too on edge from his excitement. That was all it was really. 

After everything was cleaned up, Taehyung started getting his stuff together to leave. Jimin had eventually stood up and his stretched sweater was once again tugged over his tummy. Taehyung thanked his family again for the meal and for allowing him to stay and then he approached Jimin with a warm smile. 

“I’ll see you soon. You’re gonna hang out with me a lot this break, right?” Taehyung asked, emphasizing his request with a small pout. 

Jimin laughed and nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, definitely. You’re going to get tired of me, you'll be seeing me so much.” 

Taehyung scoffed. “That could never happen.” He wanted to tell him that he could see him every single day, all day long, for the rest of his life and he would never get tired of him but that was perhaps a bit too much for a random Saturday afternoon after he had just gotten back from college. Taehyung honestly had no idea what had gotten into him. 

“Well, good. I’m glad.” Jimin smiled and wrapped his arms around him and Taehyung’s brain short circuited because he was so soft and warm and his belly was so round and pushed into him more than it had before. 

“I- um- I’ll see you later then,” Taehyung stuttered out as he hugged Jimin back. Jimin hummed, giving him a little squeeze before pulling away. 

“See you later, Tae. Drive safe.” Taehyung smiled at him as he turned to the door and waved. 

“I will! See you later.” 

When he stepped outside into the cold December air he felt like he could finally think clearly again. As he drove home, the only thought in his mind was Jimin. He felt a little confused by the goings-on of his brain, but it was okay because he was happier than ever that Jimin was back. 

-

Jimin stayed true to his word and spent at least part of the next few days with Taehyung. The first day it was only an hour where he stopped by to talk for a bit and have lunch with him. Taehyung felt a little embarrassed because he forgot that Jimin had the tendency to show up uninvited (which did not actually apply to him because he was always invited), and he was completely unprepared to have someone over for lunch. He had his own place and his parents were out of town until the day before Christmas Eve. Jimin told him it was fine though and said he didn’t mind having just ramen at all, so Taehyung made himself a pack and then two for Jimin. Jimin’s simple request for two had sparks flying in Taehyung’s stomach that he internally scolded himself for. 

He was wearing a sweater that fit just as badly as the one from the day before, and once he finished his ramen it was riding up again. Taehyung tried not to stare, but for some reason it was just so mesmerizing. He hoped that his strange feelings would disappear after the first day but that didn’t seem to be happening. He really shouldn’t be fascinated with his best friend’s weight gain like he was. 

Jimin stayed and they talked a while after finishing lunch, but he had to go too soon to spend time with his family. He promised they would get to spend more time together the next day and invited him to come to the Christmas that would be happening in the evening. Taehyung said yes of course. He would never pass up spending more time with Jimin. And he needed to get into the Christmas spirit more because, as Jimin had kindly pointed out, he had barely even started the Christmas season even though it was nearly a week away. There wasn’t a single Christmas decoration which Jimin insisted they remedy. So they added that to the plans before Jimin left as well. 

The Christmas festival was a classic holiday event that Taehyung had gone to every year for as long as he could remember. It was on the small side but there were still tons of beautiful decorations, music playing, carts with handmade goods perfect for Christmas gifts, and last but not least, the food stands. Those were always Taehyung’s favorite part, but whenever he went with Jimin the elder avoided them like the plague, claiming they were “too greasy for dancing,” or “the cheese would just go to his hips,” or “he didn’t want a belly.” Now, none of those things seemed to be a problem, as his first request for the night was that they head over to one of the food stands. 

“I know there’s a lot to look at but… I kind of had a light dinner and I don’t want to be bothering you with my growling stomach the entire time,” Jimin explained with a sweet blush that had Taehyung’s stomach doing flip flops. It was day three of Jimin being home and Taehyung was only doing worse. He had to figure out what was wrong with him. Soon. 

“You don’t have to explain anything to me, Jimin, you know I’ll never pass up going to one of these food stands,” Taehyung said, patting his own tummy. He had always had a soft tummy, one that he could pinch a good bit if he wanted to. For his entire life he had been bigger than Jimin (even though he was never really big), but now Jimin held at least twenty pounds on him. If not more. 

“I know, I just…felt like I needed to. You know. Old habits,” Jimin said and Taehyung nodded in understanding. Jimin had changed a lot recently, but he couldn’t expect him to pull a full 180 overnight. He still held way more insecurities than were befitting of a man that looked like him. 

“I gotcha. Don’t worry though, you can have whatever you want around me. Don’t hold back,” he said, wrapping his arm around Jimin’s thicker waist and giving his belly a slight pat. His voice came out a little suggestive somehow and he cringed internally. He was not prepared to accept that he was possibly attracted to his best friend like this. It just seemed so strange and different. He would think about it more later. 

“If you insist,” Jimin said with a playful roll of his eyes. 

The first stand they went to was a Korean corn dog stand. Jimin got himself one and Taehyung decided to get one too because there was no way he would pass up the chance to get street food of any kind. Jimin took the first bite and the outer coating produced a delicious crunch. He hummed around the mouthful, eyes closing in bliss for a moment as he savored the deep fried treat. The sound he made caused heat to jump to Taehyung’s stomach and he quickly diverted his attention to his own food. 

“This is really good,” Jimin said and Taehyung nodded in agreement. 

“It really is. I’m so glad you’re joining me eating at the food trucks this time, it was so lonely before,” Taehyung said, feigning dramatics. Jimin rolled his eyes and shook his head at him, clearly unimpressed. 

“Whatever,” he said. He blushed and Taehyung started. His pink cheeks looked so pretty under all the warm Christmas lights. “Now come on, there’s a stand over there with friendship bracelets and we need to get them.” He grabbed Taehyung’s hand and his heart jumped at the feeling of his fingers closing around his palm. “That way we have something to remind us of each other throughout the rest of the school year, yeah?”

“Oh- yeah that sounds perfect,” Taehyung said with a wide, boxy smile. He’d had friendship bracelets with Jimin before, but it was too long ago to have any idea where they were now. He would make sure he treasured this one forever, though. 

Jimin tugged him by his hand over to the stand that was selling handmade matching bracelets. There were friendship ones and couple ones, only there really was not too much of a difference between the two. One pair of bracelets caught Taehyung’s eye–they were clearly couple bracelets, with the words “My soulmate,” embroidered onto them, but the colors of the one matched Jimin so well. Cotton candy pink and baby blue woven together in such a pretty pattern. And the words themselves, though definitely romantic, were not really any different from how Taehyung felt about Jimin. He was his soulmate and they had called each other that for a while. He loved him more than anyone he had ever loved before, even the guys he had been with in high school. He had never taken time to consider what that meant but for now it didn’t matter. 

“Hey Min, what do you think about this one?” Taehyung asked, pointing out the one he had been staring at for the last two minutes at least. 

Jimin looked at the item he was pointing at and Taehyung could have sworn he saw his cheeks turn red for a moment. “These?” he questioned, looking up at him without turning his head. Taehyung nodded. 

“Yeah, these. I think the color of this one really suits you,” he said honestly. He picked up the bracelet from the display and held it next to Jimin’s hand. “See? It matches just right.” 

Jimin hummed, seeming to think for a moment before he smiled and nodded. “Okay, we can get these. I like them. I think the other one will look really nice on you,” he said with a warm smile. The compliment made Taehyung’s chest feel unreasonably warm. 

Jimin set the bracelets on the counter and once he had paid for them, he reached for Taehyung’s hand again. “Here, let me put it on for you,” he said, his voice as soft as the fluffy sweater he was wearing (how many of those did he have?). He unclipped the bracelet and as he looked down to wrap it around Taehyung’s slim wrist, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, that blush appeared again. Taehyung couldn’t tear his face away, and he only broke from his trance when Jimin clicked the bracelet together and spoke up. “There! It looks perfect!”

Taehyung can’t keep the smile off his face. He grabs Jimin’s wrist, which finally doesn’t feel like it could break if he held his hand too hard, and wrapped his own bracelet around it. “So pretty,” he mumbled, and if he had looked up he would have seen Jimin’s entire face light up. “Perfect,” he said once the bracelet was fastened. 

“I like it.”

“Good,” Taehyung said with a grin. It was then that he noticed Jimin had finished his corn dog, probably while they were looking at the bracelets, and he suddenly had the urge to take him to every food vendor lining the street that night. “Hey, why don’t we go find some food again? That one corn dog wasn’t enough for me,” he suggested. 

Jimin hummed in thought. “Me neither… I did see a stand that had tteokbokki and another one with Korean fried chicken.” Taehyung nodded. 

“Which one do you want to go to?” he asked. 

Jimin hesitated, fiddling with the hem of his sweater for a second, before looking up at Taehyung through his eyelashes and saying softly, “Both? If that’s alright with you.” 

There was no way Taehyung could say no to that and no reason he would either. He decided to skip out on the tteokbokki since he didn’t really prefer the spicy food all that much, but he did get some Korean fried chicken with Jimin. Jimin realized a bit too late that he may have filled his hands too much when he couldn’t actually eat any of the food he had gotten. So Taehyung did the only logical thing and picked up the chopsticks from Jimin’s tteokbokki and picked up a rice cake. 

“Here.” He held the rice cake to Jimin’s lips and he immediately parted them to take the bite. A little bit of the sauce got on his lips and Taehyung thought for a moment that he wouldn’t mind the spice if he was tasting it off of Jimin’s lips instead. The thought sent him reeling again. His own thoughts felt like a rollercoaster with Park Jimin running it.

“Aish Tae, if you’re gonna feed me can you try not to get it all over me?” Jimin asked, nudging his shoulder with his own. Taehyung laughed, nudging him back. Whiplash. 

“I’m doing my best, okay?” He picked up another rice cake and fed it to him as they walked, this time attempting to be more careful as he fed it to him. He managed to get less on his lips this time and Jimin’s tongue came out to lick the bit of sauce off. So tantalizing. 

He continued feeding him as they walked down the street, occasionally switching in between the chicken and the tteokbokki. He hadn’t even been eating his own chicken, and eventually just started feeding it to Jimin as well. He didn’t seem to notice, too engrossed in looking at all the lights around them and exploring the different stands and vendors. Taehyung wondered if that was how he had gained so much weight in college, along with his eating habits drastically changing; he just ate whatever without stopping as he studied and did work. Taehyung tried to push the thought out of his head but it kept coming back. 

Jimin’s chubby cheeks were tinged with pink from the spice of the tteokbokki and his lips were red and slightly swollen. He kept having to tug down his sweater because after nearly two servings of fried chicken and a whole serving of tteokbokki, plus the corn dog he had before, his belly was pushing out and swollen. He had also gotten a drink at some point- some type of hot cocoa, which was one of the only sweets that Jimin used to allow himself during the holiday season. Then he also got some hotteok, enough for at least two people and munched on that as they walked, his shirt riding up even more. Taehyung had no idea how he could pack it all away like that.

He was walking a bit slower than he had before now and sounded winded and out of breath, so eventually Taehyung stopped talking all together and put a hand on Jimin’s arm. “Are you alright?” he asked, eyebrows knitted together in concern. 

Jimin nodded quickly. “Oh yeah, I’m alright!” he exclaimed. He looked like he wanted to say more but was silent so Taehyung waited for him to continue. “It’s embarrassing, I…I just ate a bit too much, and I didn’t want to say anything because you seemed to really be enjoying yourself.” He chewed on his bottom lip and once again tugged at his tight sweater (the third tight sweater he had worn).

“Minnie, you should have told me!” Taehyung whined. “Let’s go sit down somewhere, please, you don’t have to worry about me, I’ve seen plenty of things. There’s not really much more to look at anyway.” He put his arm around Jimin’s shoulders and began leading him to somewhere where they could just sit and relax for a bit. He walked slower so that Jimin wouldn’t have to rush to keep up with him and risk upsetting his tummy more. 

“Thank you… I’m sorry, I really should have thought more, it's just… well usually when I eat a lot I can just sit down and relax afterwards and while doing it,” he said bashfully. The more Taehyung saw, the more he was beginning to realize that eating a lot wasn’t just an occasional “when” but an “always.” It was no wonder he had gotten so chubby so fast. If he kept eating like this during his vacation too… Taehyung swallowed thickly at the idea of Jimin returning fifteen pounds heavier. 

“Don’t worry about it, hyung,” he said softly as he helped him sit down at the table they found. “I kind of need to relax too, anyway.” 

Jimin looked relieved and his lips turned upwards in a soft smile. “Okay good. I’m glad I didn’t ruin your fun,” he said with a chuckle. 

“You could never ruin my fun,” Taehyung insisted. “Being with you is the best fun I could ever have anyway. I’ve had the best time tonight because I’m with you.” 

“You are seriously the best friend I could ever ask for,” Jimin said with a smile as he leaned back. He rested his hands on the crest of his belly and stroked it gently with his thumbs. He did it so casually it seemed almost like a habit. “And I mean it.”

“And you’re the best friend I could ever ask for,” Taehyung replied. “And I mean it too. The best.” 

Things went to comfortable silence then, each of them content with the other’s presence. After a minute, Jimin’s hands went from gently rubbing his belly with his thumbs to rubbing his hands in circles over top of it. He started more subtly, just little circles in the same spot, but then he started to rub all over his bloated belly. Taehyung tried not to stare, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off of how Jimin’s small hands looked spread across his chubby gut. He wondered how his hands would look splayed across it–would they make Jimin look smaller in comparison or the size of Jimin’s belly make his hands look smaller? He almost hoped it was the latter. 

As Jimin caressed his belly through his sweater he grew increasingly more relaxed, eyes eventually closing. He pressed his fingers into the little shelf of his belly where he was bloated the most and let out a little burp, followed by a sigh. He let out a couple more burps as he continued massaging his stuffed tummy. Taehyung’s breath hitched in his throat and Jimin’s eyes peaked open for a second and his cheeks turned pink as if he suddenly remembered that he was there. Taehyung was there alright and he was entranced. He wanted so badly for his hands to replace Jimin’s. He could offer, right? Just helping a friend out, right? 

“Sorry about that…I always kinda space out when…” He bit his bottom lip. Taehyung still was having a hard time processing that this had become a regular thing for Jimin. He may have been eating a little extra for the holidays but he seemed so used to it that it was obvious how much he regularly overate to the point where…where he would have to sit down and his shirts rode up and he had to press out burps to be more comfortable. Taehyung felt lightheaded. 

“It’s–it’s okay,” Taehyung breathed, licking his lips. His hands flexed by his sides as his eyes kept going down to Jimin’s hands on his belly. Jimin looked at him strangely with one eyebrow slightly raised. 

“Are you sure…? You seem…”  Jimin trailed off and Taehyung shook his head slightly to pull himself out of his thoughts. 

“Yeah don’t worry! Seriously. I’m just tired I think, but don’t worry, there is not a single problem with you,” Taehyung reassured him. 

Jimin nodded. “Okay well…if you’re tired we can head out. I think I’m good for the night, as long as you are. And I think I’m good to walk back now,” he said with a slight laugh. 

“Okay, yeah, the festival probably won’t go on for too much longer anyway,” Taehyung said in agreement as he checked the time. “And it's getting pretty chilly.” He stood up from his seat and walked over to Jimin’s side as he began to stand up. 

“I know you said you’re good but here…” Taehyung wrapped his arm around Jimin’s waist so that he could lean on him as he stood. Jimin bit his lip as he leaned into his side. Taehyung’s heart rate sped up at the close contact and he prayed that Jimin couldn’t hear it. 

“Thank you Taetae.” Jimin looked up and kissed his cheek and his entire face heated up and his heartbeat only sped up more. 

“Y-you’re welcome,” he stuttered.

They walked to the car like that, Jimin pressed up against Taehyung’s side while the latter tried not to show how much it was affecting him even though he had offered in the first place. He also realized that he really did not want Jimin to go home yet. Despite the fact that his touch was oddly making him set on fire, he was craving it. He hadn’t been close to his best friend in so long and suddenly the thought of Jimin going home for the night after they had so much fun together and it was already so late made Taehyung’s stomach drop. 

“Hey Min…would you mind staying over tonight?” he asked as he got to the car. He opened the door for Jimin, who smiled brightly in return. 

“I was hoping you would ask that,” he said, practically sighing with relief. “I didn’t want to just invite myself over…but yes, definitely. I’d love to stay the night,” he said with a warm smile. Taehyung’s heart leaped in his chest with joy. 

“Oh okay, awesome! Yes, great. Awesome,” Taehyung rambled as he got into the driver’s seat. Jimin would be staying the night. Even if he slept in a separate bed, which was perfectly okay, it would still be good. He was going to offer for him to sleep in his bed first though. 

When they got to his house it was made apparent that Jimin had nothing to change into. Thankfully Taehyung had a lot of comfortable, loose clothing that was perfect for sleeping in and he had no problem with lending Jimin something. It wasn’t the first time they had borrowed each other’s clothes anyway and Taehyung had always liked seeing Jimin wearing his clothes. His clothes actually looked better fitting on Jimin than any of the clothes Taehyung had seen him in so far. He always liked things that were way too big and baggy and Jimin had always been the opposite. So it made sense that while they didn’t hang as loosely on Jimin as they did Taehyung, they still weren’t as tight as the sweaters he had been wearing. 

“Do you have any extra blankets? I can sleep on the couch,” Jimin suggested once they had both gotten ready for bed. 

Taehyung shook his head. “No way. We’ve slept in the same bed for how long? You don't have to sleep on the uncomfortable couch," he said. And then suddenly he was hit with the thought that maybe Jimin just didn't want to. That he was uncomfortable. So he quickly spoke again. "If–if anything, I'll just take the couch and you take the bed." 

"No definitely not," Jimin replied, shaking his head. "If I'm not sleeping on the couch then you definitely aren't sleeping on the couch. I don't mind, we can sleep in the same bed," he told him with a soft smile. 

Taehyung’s facial expression turned relieved and his shoulders dropped. "Okay, good. Let's go then." 

He climbed into bed under the covers and Jimin joined him on the opposite side. There was a bit of a gap between them but it was only a few inches because Taehyung’s bed wasn’t that big. He wanted to roll over closer to Jimin and sling his arm around him, maybe rub his belly for him since he was surely still a little full–but he was getting ahead of himself. 

He wasn’t sure whether having Jimin this close to him would make sleeping easier or harder but he still closed his eyes. He was tired, as he figured Jimin was too. They had a good time out but both of them had limits at a certain point, even Jimin, who was the most extroverted of the two. 

Eventually Taehyung began to doze off and as he neared full sleep, he felt shuffling beside him and suddenly Jimin’s body was flush up against him and he tossed his arms around Taehyung’s waist. Taehyung’s breath caught in his throat and he held his breath for a second as his chest started to pound. Jimin was cuddling him. By the sound of his breathing and the way that he moved, Taehyung could tell that Jimin was still awake, which meant that was intentional. That thought made him smile to himself and he relaxed a little bit even though the feeling of Jimin’s soft, chubby body against him was making him see stars. 

It really did not take him much longer to fall asleep after that. The weight of Jimin’s arm across his waist was soothing and he was perfectly warm in the chilly air of winter. And it wasn’t hard to say that he got the best sleep he’d had since before Jimin left that night. 

-

“Hyung, help me out here.” 

Hoseok looked up from his work and tilted his head. “What is it?” 

Taehyung rubbed his temples and groaned. “I don’t–I don’t even entirely know honestly. It’s…confusing.” 

Hoseok pursed his lips and frowned slightly as he looked at Taehyung. “You’re being a little cryptic man. Just spill it out, no one else is around, and I’m always willing to listen. You know I won’t judge,” he said with a warm smile. Taehyung shook his head. Damn that smile. He could swear everyone in town was in love with that warm, drop-of-sunshine, heart-shaped smile. Hoseok’s heart was only for one man though, one who came in the shape of a grumpy cat. 

Taehyung decided to pick up a shift at work even though he had previously called the week off for the holidays. He needed a day to clear his mind of the constant Jimin mantra that had been going on in his head the past few days. Unfortunately, the only thing he had been able to think about was Jimin. 

“It’s just–so you know how Jimin got back from college a few days ago?”

Hoseok hummed and nodded in acknowledgement. “Yeah, I saw him the other day actually! College looks like it's treating him well,” he said sincerely. Hoseok never complimented lightly and always meant every word he said so Taehyung knew he was being honest. 

“Yeah I agree. Though maybe too much. And I think that’s the problem.” Taehyung wet his lips. “Ever since he got back my mind has been all over the place. Like I can’t take my eyes off him–I mean, I never really could before anyway, but he just looks so good like I don’t know what to do with myself. I mean he has always been so attractive, I’ve never been attracted to him so I just don’t get it. I mean there’s always been this urge to kiss him but like that’s just because he’s so pretty, anyone with a friend as pretty as him would want to do that. And every time he touches me or leans against me my heart starts beating faster and I feel like I’m going to explode. And not to mention when he–” Taehyung cut himself off before he went too far because he was not just about to mention how seeing Jimin gain weight and overeat made him feel like he was going mad in the best and worst ways possible. 

“Taehyung-ah,” Hoseok said, drawing Taehyung’s attention back to the present. “I really don’t wanna be mean to you, and I love you, but I have to be honest with you–you are the most oblivious man I have ever met. I’m just telling you this so that you don’t continue running around like a chicken without a head, you know?”

“What–what do you mean?” Taehyung asked. He could probably figure out what he was getting at but he wanted to hear it spelled out for him. 

“You clearly have feelings for him! At the very least you’re extremely attracted to him, but the way you sounded when you just rambled on about how pretty he is and how you’ve always wanted to kiss him tells me otherwise,” he explained. “Trust me on this one, I felt the exact same way about Yoongi before surprise, surprise, he asked me out first. But if he hadn’t done that? I might have missed out on a perfectly good relationship. So my advice is–don’t do that with Jimin.” 

Taehyung sat in silence for a moment as he chewed on his bottom lip. His cheeks were burning bright red and his heart was beating a thousand beats a minute. He felt completely frozen in his place. He had no idea what to think or what to say. What Hoseok said made sense, but that was the problem. He wasn’t sure if he wanted it to make sense. But he couldn’t escape reality. As he sat there in silence he went over every possible memory of his interactions with Jimin as he could. From the first time they met to how he felt when Jimin kissed his cheek as he left his house the morning after the Christmas festival. Honestly, it was hard to see how he hadn’t noticed it until now. The countless times he had the urge to kiss Jimin’s plump lips, how pretty and perfect he was to him, how no relationship he had ever been in felt right because Jimin was on his mind too much, even how the people he was with complained that he spent too much time with Jimin. How he always went to Jimin for anything he was going through, how no cuddles ever felt as good as Jimin’s, how he craved his presence more than anyone else’s. There was just so much. Almost too much, but it was there, and right in front of Taehyung’s face. 

And not to mention how attracted he was to him. He didn’t just find his best friend attractive, he was attracted to him. That had made itself abundantly apparent the last few days. A moment hadn’t gone by where he wasn’t thinking of touching Jimin in some way (unless he was thinking about how amazing Jimin was and how happy he was to have him back). The fact that he hadn’t noticed any of it truly made him feel like an idiot. Well, he had noticed in a way. But he had denied every instance of it. Hoseok was right though. He really couldn’t deny it. 

There was just one problem. Did Jimin even feel the same? Did his heart race when they got too close? Did he want to kiss Taehyung breathless? Did he want to sleep cuddled up against him every night? Did he want to see what Taehyung’s face looked like as he came apart to his touches? 

Taehyung let out a long, deep sigh, letting his face fall into his palms. “You’re right. Fuck, you’re right.” He almost felt like he could cry. He wanted to deny it all, but he couldn’t. There was no way when it was so painfully obvious. “But what do I do? What do I do hyung? We’ve been friends for so long he–what if he’s bothered? What if he can’t even stand the thought of me like that? What if I say something and I make everything all awkward between us? I don’t–I don’t think I could live with myself after that.” 

Taehyung sniffled and suddenly felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. “Has Jimin ever given you any reason to believe he would ever be bothered by anything you do?” Hoseok asked softly. 

Taehyung bit his lip and shook his head. “No but–this is just…different. It would change things.”

“Change isn’t always bad, Tae,” Hoseok said. “And how can you be so sure that things will turn out bad? I mean, I can’t tell you for sure but I can tell you that Jimin has always looked at you like you put the stars in the sky.” He smiled brightly. “I think you should go for it! Make it your own personal Hallmark movie. Get him some romantic gift, give it to him on Christmas, confess your undying love for him, and live happily ever after!” 

Taehyung looked up from his hands, wide eyed and stared at Hoseok for a few seconds as if to ask, “In love??” but he knew what Hoseok’s answer would be if he asked that anyway so he held himself back. Instead, he mulled over Hoseok’s idea for a moment. “Maybe…maybe I could do that,” he said with a slight nod to himself. “I think…yeah maybe I can. I’ll–I’ll have to see but I’ll keep it in mind.” 

Hoseok grinned and squeezed his shoulder. “That’s the spirit. You definitely can do it. I believe in you. I’ve never known you to be a quitter anyway.” 

“Thank you,” Taehyung said with a genuine smile. “I really do appreciate your advice. And it definitely won’t go ignored.” He practically had to trust Hoseok anyway. From what he knew of his relationship with Yoongi, it was beautiful. 

“Any time. Don’t hesitate to come to me if you need anything else, okay? I’m always here for you,” Hoseok reminded him. Taehyung nodded. 

“I will, I promise hyung. Again, thank you.” 

Taehyung went back to work after that, but what Hoseok said didn’t leave his mind. 

-

Taehyung bought Jimin a gift. It was last minute and really so simple, but it held a lot of meaning and he was sure that Jimin would understand what Taehyung meant when he gave it to him. He was tempted to just find Jimin now, stand outside his window and play a song off the radio while he confessed his love to him, but he didn’t want to be over the top. He was going to give the gift to him on Christmas like any other gift, only he was going to do it separately from all the others so it stood out. 

Most importantly of all; he was not going to chicken out. 

The next few days leading up to Christmas passed by in a blur. Taehyung spent more time with Jimin of course, and he started to notice a pattern where every time they were together, there was food involved. Not that he minded, he just couldn’t get it out of his mind. Jimin always looked so chubby and fluffy and Taehyung didn’t know whether he wanted to curl up in bed with him and spoon him for hours with his hands on his belly, or grab every inch of delicate chub on his body and completely ruin him. Or be ruined by him. Both were starting to sound good. 

Taehyung’s parents returned home as well so he spent an entire day with them. Christmas Eve he spent with them as well. They had a nice dinner together and caught up on everything that had gone on since they had left. Taehyung spent an unreasonable amount of time talking about Jimin’s return, and he didn’t miss the glances that his parents gave him every once and a while. 

Then came Christmas day. Taehyung woke up practically shaking with anticipation, not because of gifts or anything of that sort (although his parents did get him quite a few things), but because today was the day he was planning to talk to Jimin. He had looked at his gift for him a thousand times, wondering if it was the right thing to give him, wondering if he would like it. It wasn’t that big or extravagant. Even if Jimin did feel the same way, would he like it? Or would he just toss it away like it was bird food and laugh in his face. 

That was a highly inaccurate portrayal of Jimin in Taehyung’s mind but he was overthinking. Sue him. 

Part of what made the whole thing worse was that his family was spending Christmas dinner with Jimin’s family. He knew that he was going to be spending dinner with them and he was extremely grateful to be able to spend the holiday with his best friend (read: crush). However, he knew that it would only make him more anxious. The more he saw Jimin the more he would want to chicken out. He had to pull through though. He had to. It may be tough but he could do it. 

“So how have your classes been, Jimin?” Taehyung’s mother asked once they were all settled around the table. Jimin had already begun digging in and he covered his mouth to swallow before answering. Taehyung could see a rosy blush blooming across his cheeks at being interrupted mid bite. 

“They’ve been okay! Lots of work so it's a bit stressful, but I’ve managed,” Jimin said with a soft smile. His management had been in the form of snacking at every hour of the day other than meal times. But it worked. His grades were good and he was still here. 

“Good! It’s always hard to adjust in that first semester but you’ll get the hang of it,” she encouraged. 

“Any advice for incoming freshmen?” Taehyung asked with a chuckle. 

“Video games,” Jimin started with a shake of his head, “no.” 

Taehyung threw his hand over his heart. “Never. I can run on a few hours of sleep. But video games are staying.” 

Jimin shrugged. “Well, that’s my advice. Take it or leave it Tae.” He smiled and Taehyung smiled back. His smile was addicting. Jimin was addicting. 

The conversation around the table continued comfortably from that point on. Taehyung was actually able to stop thinking about Jimin for a brief moment as the conversation went from topic to topic, most of the time not even centering around Jimin unless they were talking to him about college and about his life while he was away. In those moments Taehyung’s attention just had to be drawn back to him. He was sitting right next to him after all. And each time his full attention was brought back to Jimin, his heart beat faster and his stomach flipped around like a carnival ride. But then the topic would change and the focus would be on something else, like how the neighbor’s dog befriended a raccoon that was living in their basement. 

It was a bit hard to focus on much else though when Jimin went for his second large serving of every food there was to offer and his third serving of bulgogi, or when he let out a little huff after eating a particularly large bite and let his free hand fall to his middle to rub out the tightness from his overeating. It was hard not to stare at him while he was eating. The way his pretty lips closed around his chopsticks, the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed, the way his chubby cheeks (were they even chubbier?) bulged out as he chewed; Taehyung was so gone. 

He stared at more than Jimin’s face if he was being perfectly honest. How could he, when once again, Jimin was wearing another sinfully tight sweater. This one seemed extra tight around his tummy, accentuating the roundness of it, especially with the more he ate. A roll bulged over his jeans too where they were cutting into his waist. Taehyung wanted to touch so badly. He wanted to rub it, squeeze it, feel how much it would curve underneath hands. Fuck he wanted to–

“Did you hear me?” 

Taehyung blinked and exhaled slowly. He’d been clenching his jaw and squeezing his thighs together in hopes that he could keep off the effects his horny thoughts were having on his body. He hadn’t realized he had completely zoned out. “Sorry, no, I spaced out. What were you saying?” 

“I was asking if you wanted to stay over tonight,” Jimin explained. Taehyung tried to ignore how his hand was still resting on top of his belly. “I was thinking we could watch a movie, have snacks, have a little sleepover, you know? Just like when we were kids.” He smiled and his eyes were sparkling with hope. Taehyung beamed. 

“Definitely, that sounds awesome! I’d love to do that,” he agreed eagerly. That suggestion couldn’t have been more perfect. Now he could get the present to him in the privacy of his room. All while they were cuddled up under blankets with snacks. It was perfect. Exactly like their very own hallmark movie. 

“Okay! I was hoping you would say yes.” Jimin lifted a bite of food to his mouth from what was his third helping of the meal and he made his way through it just as eagerly as before. Taehyung caught him hiding a burp with his fist and it looked like he was trying to hold back burps as he ate. He felt like he could combust, it was so hot. He had admitted it the day before. It was hot to see Jimin eat so much. He knew it was weird, he knew Jimin would probably find it gross but it was so damn hot he didn’t know how to handle it at times. He couldn’t explain why it was, other than that Jimin looked damn good with a belly, but that was all he had.

By the end of the meal, Jimin had had at least three piles of food and enough dessert to feed the whole town. Taehyung had eaten a good amount of dinner, but with dessert he almost had to pick at it because his mind was so distracted. The room was too hot, his clothes were too tight and restricting, and not only was his heart beating faster than it should, it was also pumping blood towards places he did not want it to. It was pure torture, but he had to persevere. Hoseok’s advice rang loud and clear in his mind and he was not going to blow it and not only disappoint his hyung, but also himself. 

Once dinner was over and everyone had spent an hour or so talking, Taehyung’s parents said their goodbyes and left. Taehyung and Jimin took that as their cue to begin saying goodnight, and then the two of them went up to Jimin’s room. They grabbed a load of snacks to bring up with them, despite having just eaten dinner an hour before. Taehyung would never say no to snacks and he would most certainly never say no to Jimin eating more either. He was just amazed that he even had any room left in him to have snacks in the first place. 

“Alright, what movie are we watching?” Jimin asked as they settled onto his bed, snacks spread out in front of them. 

Taehyung pursed his lips together and hummed. “Elf?” 

Jimin grinned and nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, I was hoping you would say that,” he said. 

“What can I say? I have great taste,” Taehyung said with a chuckle. Jimin had to agree. 

He grabbed the remote and after locating the movie, pressed play. He leaned back against the pillows on his bed and scooted closer to Taehyung so that their shoulders were pressing together. Taehyung held his breath. He remembered the gift he had yet to give Jimin. His mind screamed at him to do it now. The time was perfect. They were in bed, Jimin was leaning against him, and the movie had barely started. There was no better time to do it than now. He opened his mouth to say Jimin’s name, but nothing came out. He couldn’t do it now. He was chickening out exactly how he had told himself time and time again that he wouldn’t, but his nerves were too much. He would have to wait. 

Jimin reached into a bag of chocolates sitting in front of them a minute into the movie and pulled out a large handful. He plopped the handful onto his lap and began unwrapping them one by one, tossing each chocolate into his mouth. Taehyung tried to focus on the movie, but he was really more interested in Jimin’s snacking. Said Jimin reached for a bag of chips after he was done with the pile of chocolates and tore the bag open. He shoved his hand in and began munching on the chips like he was a starved man. He offered Taehyung some, but he had to decline. There was no way he could snack now. He was too focused on trying to keep calm. Besides, the darker side of him wanted Jimin to have all the snacks to himself. 

Jimin had to have eaten almost half the bag before he finally set it down. He grimaced a little and rested his hands on his bloated belly and rubbed a couple circles in before reaching for a pack of cookies they had brought. He ate the first couple of cookies quickly, barely giving himself a second to breathe it seemed, by the way his breath came out in a heavy huff afterwards. His rounded tummy heaved up as he breathed and suddenly a large burp made its way out, catching him off guard. 

“Goodness sorry Tae. I didn’t realize that was coming,” he said shyly, shaking his head. 

Taehyung could barely form a response. His own breathing sounded shallower than Jimin’s as he watched him with hooded eyes. He felt lightheaded. And was he ever grateful for Jimin’s thick blanket, hiding the erection he had. “‘S’okay,” Taehyung said with a slow nod. “You’re all good. Promise.” He was beyond good. He was so fucking good. 

“Okay, I’ll still try to be more careful,” he said with a bashful giggle that sent Taehyung’s head spinning. Was he truly oblivious to the power he held over him? 

As if completely unphased by his own actions, Jimin went right back to the cookies. He was a bit slower this time as he ate, taking more time between bites. His shirt had ridden up a good inch and every couple of minutes he stopped eating entirely and put both his hands on his gut to rub it. He looked like he was struggling as he grabbed another huge handful of chocolate and began plopping them into his mouth. He hiccuped and his breath was coming out shorter and shallower, like he was struggling to breathe. 

Taehyung would have been more concerned if it weren’t for the heady feeling of arousal clouding his mind as he watched the display Jimin was putting on. He had never witnessed someone eat like this before. Handful after handful of chips made their way to Jimin’s mouth, followed by a cookie or more chocolates. He was still eating neatly, but there was a little smear of chocolate on his lips and a few crumbs dusting his tight shirt. His eyes were hooded as he ate, almost matching Taehyung’s watching eyes. However, there was a bit of discomfort mixed in and Taehyung thought that maybe he should say something. 

As Jimin struggled to lean forward to grab more and Taehyung was about to suggest that maybe he should stop because he didn’t want him to make himself sick, Jimin’s hand dropped, and he leaned back with a groan. He closed his eyes, eyebrows knitted together slightly as heavy breaths came out from his parted lips. “Fuck,” he murmured under his breath. Taehyung opened his mouth to say something but Jimin beat him to it. 

His eyes peaked open and he let out a little whine. “Tae…fuck…I think I really overdid it,” he said pathetically. A burp passed his lips but he didn’t even bother to hide it or apologize this time. One of his hands massaged his belly as he tried to shift to a more comfortable position. 

“Uh–maybe a little. It–it was a lot for after dinner,” he said, licking his lips. His mouth felt dry again and fuck he was so turned on. He could barely think of a proper sentence. 

Jimin whined again. “I know but…I just…I couldn’t help it. I–college just turned me completely around, I can’t resist snacks anymore, Tae…” The way he breathed out Taehyung’s nickname had him squeezing his thighs together and his fists gripping the blankets. 

“Yeah?” he asked dumbly. He didn’t know what to say or think anymore. He could barely think at all. 

“Do you…do you um…” Jimin fiddled with the hem of his sweater. “This is probably going to be so weird to ask but…would you mind just–rubbing my stomach for me?” 

Taehyung’s eyes widened and he stared open-mouthed. It was like the wiring in his brain short circuited and he didn’t know how to react at all. He wanted to do that so bad but he couldn’t completely comprehend that Jimin was even actually asking him that. He almost thought it was his imagination.

After a few seconds of no response, Jimin turned away and tugged his shirt down to fully cover his belly. Or at least attempt to, because with how bloated he was there was still a sliver showing at the bottom. “N-nevermind, forget I asked,” he said shakily. Taehyung snapped out of his head at the sound of Jimin’s dejected tone and he shook his head quickly. 

“No no–I don’t mind at all,” he reassured him. “It’s not weird to ask. Not at all.” 

“Are you sure?” Jimin asked, still sounding a bit worried. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” 

Taehyung nodded. “I’m definitely sure. Here.” He lifted a shaky hand and settled it on the top of Jimin’s belly where it was the most taut and curved out the most. A shudder went through his body as his palm curved against his rounded belly and he had to hold back a whine at finally being able to touch him. The size of Jimin’s gut now did make his hand look smaller and that sent waves of heat to Taehyung’s stomach. After a second, he started moving his hand up and down over the curve of Jimin’s belly. He was being a bit cautious and very gentle, not wanting to press too hard in case it hurt. 

Jimin’s expression seemed to relax as Taehyung rubbed his belly, eyelids becoming more hooded and his lips parting. “You can press a little harder, Tae,” he murmured. “Helps get the pressure out.” 

Taehyung nodded slowly. He inhaled shakily as he put a little more pressure on Jimin’s belly at the top, his caresses turning into more of a massage. Jimin licked his lips and he covered his mouth when Taehyung’s massages dislodged a large burp. “Excuse me, sorry,” he apologized. Taehyung shook his head and swallowed thickly. 

“Don’t worry. I don’t mind,” he said honestly. 

Jimin relaxed even more, sinking into the bed and pressing his belly more into Taehyung’s hand. Taehyung was unbelievably turned on. Jimin’s belly was firm and taut at the top with barely any give to it except for when he let out a quiet burp. The bottom of his tummy however still looked so soft. And inviting. So out of pure curiosity, Taehyung slid his hand down his belly to beneath his belly button and started rubbing there. And fuck. It was so soft. His hands sank in immediately, the fat like soft dough. Jimin’s breath hitched as Taehyung’s fingers grazed a bit of the bare skin and he spread his legs a little. 

“Tae,” Jimin breathed, causing Taehyung to stop his movements and look up. 

“Not there?” he asked. He would be disappointed but he would respect anything Jimin wanted. 

“No–there is good. Really good,” he said, biting his bottom lip. “But…would you mind uh, lifting my shirt a bit? I want to feel your hand on my skin.” 

Taehyung felt lightheaded, like he could pass out at the request. He nodded dumbly and slowly pushed his shirt up, little shivers running up his arms as his hands made contact with Jimin’s warm skin. He bit his lip once Jimin’s shirt was pushed up, resting right underneath his chest. He had seen Jimin shirtless countless times before, but nothing was as amazing as this. He had little rolls forming on his sides and the bottom of his tummy was littered with stretch marks from how fast he had gained in college. His belly button was so deep Taehyung was sure he could fit a good portion of his finger inside of it. The rest of his skin that wasn’t lined with stretch marks was creamy and smoothed with just a bit of a red tint to it from how stuffed he was. 

Taehyung licked his lips as he started rubbing again, nearly moaning at the skin to skin contact and how amazing Jimin’s belly felt against his palm. Jimin seemed to feel the same as he made a little noise when Taehyung began touching him again. The noise went straight to Taehyung’s dick. He was having a hard time not squeezing the softness he now had access to but he wanted Jimin to ask for it. 

“Taehyung,” Jimin said softly. Taehyung continued rubbing his belly this time, too engrossed in it to stop unless asked to. 

“Yeah?” 

He heard Jimin take a shaky breath. “Do you like this?” 

Now Taehyung froze for a second. “Hm? Like what?” he asked, although he was almost certain of what Jimin was asking. 

“I mean…do you like touching me like this?” he asked, voice shaky. He then added more quietly, “Do you like me like this?” 

Taehyung's heart was beating so hard and fast that he could hear it pounding in his ears. His stomach flipped and he bit his lip. There was no way he could say no, because he did. He loved Jimin like this. “Y-yeah,” he breathed, nodding. “I do. I love you like this. I know it’s probably weird but–” 

Jimin cut him off with a relieved laugh and his face brightened as he let his head fall back. “Fuck. I was hoping I was right,” he said with a sigh. 

“What do you mean?” Taehyung asked. He felt out of his league. Had Jimin known all along? 

“I’ve seen how much you stare, Tae,” Jimin said, looking Taehyung directly in the eyes. “Every single time I eat…your eyes trailing over me. Staring at my lips.” He glanced down at Taehyung’s lips for a second and then back to his eyes and Taehyung gulped. “At my belly.” He rested his hand on top of Taehyung’s. “At first I thought you were grossed out…you’d never seen me eat so much before. You didn’t know how insatiable I became in college. So at first I was a bit hurt…” He bit his lip and glanced down for a second. Then he met his eyes again. “But I saw the look in your eyes, and you didn’t look disgusted at all. And you only ever encouraged me to eat when we were together so I figured… I figured you liked it.” 

Taehyung wet his lips. “I could never be grossed out by you, Jimin. You’re so–like I don’t even know how to describe it. But yeah…you got me. I do like it,” he said, rubbing his thumb over his tummy. Jimin’s eyelashes fluttered. “I don’t know why exactly…it’s just good to see you so happy and well fed… But wait–you don’t find it weird at all?” 

Jimin shook his head. “Not at all. In fact–” he leaned in so that his lips were nearly brushing against Taehyung’s ear and whispered, “I like it too.”

Taehyung felt chills go down his spine and his lips parted slightly, eyes wide with arousal. Jimin pulled away with a smile. “I’ve spent my whole life so stressed about how I looked, how much I ate. Workouts, diets, cleanses, detoxes, fasting, you name it. I did it all. But then I got to college. And the weight just started piling on with all the stress and the fact that I was no longer in dance. I just was always eating, I felt like I never stopped…and gosh when I looked in the mirror and saw that I was getting kind of chubby? I liked it. For the first time ever I looked at my body and I was happy with it. So my eating habits just got worse and worse…gosh Taehyung now I just eat so much all the time it’s no wonder I’ve started to get fat.” 

Taehyung exhaled heavily. “Fuck, Jimin,” he groaned. That description sent a shockwave of chills and heat through Taehyung’s body, and what made it worse was that Jimin grinned. 

“Tae…are you turned on right now?” he asked. Taehyung wanted to hide his face at how red his cheeks turned at the question. 

“This is so embarrassing,” he whined, resting his face against Jimin’s shoulder. 

Jimin shook his head and grabbed Taehyung’s chin, lifting his head up to look at him. “No it’s not. I promise. Now please tell me. Are you turned on right now?” he asked again and Taehyung practically whimpered. 

“Yes. Fuck, I’ve been turned on since the moment we got up here and you started snacking,” he admitted. 

Jimin licked his lips. “That’s–fuck that’s so hot, Tae.” He glanced down at Taehyung’s lips. “Can I touch you?” he asked gently. Taehyung nodded enthusiastically. 

“Please, Jimin, please touch me,” Taehyung practically begged. 

Jimin moved the empty snack wrappers and containers off the bed and moved the blankets off of them. They could both clearly see the tent in Taehyung’s pants now and he was tempted to cross his legs to hide it because this was his best friend seeing him like this. But that was also good. It was his best friend. And he wanted this too. 

Jimin tossed his leg over Taehyung’s hips and settled down on his lap, his thick ass resting right against Taehyung’s hard cock. His bloated belly pressed against Taehyung’s flat stomach. “Is this okay?” Jimin asked as he rested his hands on Taehyung’s chest. 

“This is beyond okay,” Taehyung said with a quick nod. He hesitantly rested his hands on Jimin’s hips and Jimin smiled. 

“Can I kiss you, baby?” he asked, the nickname slipping out so easily. Taehyung nearly melted at it and he nodded eagerly. 

“Yes, fuck yes. I’ve wanted to kiss you so bad for so long,” he said. Jimin’s face seemed to light up and he smiled widely before reaching up and cupping Taehyung’s jaw. He tilted his head and Taehyung closed his eyes as Jimin leaned in and closed the gap between them. Fireworks went off in his brain. Jimin’s lips were pillowy soft and tasted like chocolate. Their lips slotted together perfectly and the kiss moved like they had been kissing for years already. Taehyung squeezed Jimin’s hips and he tilted his head, parting his lips to deepen the kiss as he began running his hands over Taehyung’s body. Taehyung sighed against his mouth. He never wanted to stop. 

They barely pulled away from each other to breathe, and after a second they both went back in. The kiss started off as slow and sensual, but things quickly escalated and their kisses deepened and grew more passionate and sloppy. Jimin slipped his hands underneath Taehyung’s shirt and Taehyung moaned against his mouth in response. His own hands started to get a little braver, moving from Jimin’s hips to his sides, giving little squeezes to his thick love handles and belly. Jimin made a pleasured sound against his lips and rolled his hips down a bit, grinding against Taehyung. Taehyung gasped a little, mouth opening slightly, and Jimin took the opportunity to slide his tongue into his mouth. He whimpered as Jimin licked into his mouth and then proceeded to suck his bottom lip between his teeth. He slid a hand down from Jimin’s side and groped his ass, eliciting a soft moan from the other. The sound sent electricity down Taehyung’s spine.  He was being taken apart at the seams by him and he could never be happier to accept it.

Eventually Jimin pulled away to breath, his bloated belly heaving with each breath he took. He looked into Taehyung’s eyes for a second and his heart nearly stopped at the emotion in his eyes. But he didn’t have enough time to process it as Jimin leaned back in, only this time he started placing kisses on Taehyung’s neck and jaw. Taehyung arched his back slightly and tilted his head as Jimin sucked purple marks into his skin. He grazed his teeth against his neck and licked a stripe up to his ear. He shivered and the grip he had on Jimin tensed. 

“Fuck, Min, I want you,” he groaned, lifted his hips a little to gain friction against Jimin’s ass. 

“I want you too, Tae,” Jimin mumbled against his skin. Taehyung bit his lip as he continued peppering kisses over his neck and shoulder while his hands still caressed his chest. 

“H-how–how are we gonna do this?” he asked breathlessly. 

Jimin hummed, the vibrations causing the hairs on Taehyung’s arms to stand up. “Wanna ride you…” he whispered and Taehyung’s breath caught in his throat. Ride him? Jimin wanted to ride him? He felt breathless just thinking about that. 

“Fuck. Yes. I want you to ride me, fuck,” Taehyung groaned. Just picturing it had him throbbing in his pants. 

“Fuck, okay,” Jimin said, almost as if he didn’t think that Taehyung would want the same. He kissed Taehyung again, leaving it shorter this time as they were both eager to get to the next thing. Jimin shucked off his sweater and tossed it somewhere in the room. The bottom of his belly jiggled with the motion and Taehyung’s hands were immediately on him as his eyes trailed up and down his body. He was so beautiful and Taehyung was mesmerized. He had already seen part of Jimin tonight, but nothing beat seeing all of his torso on display. His belly was still rounded and bloated, just slightly softer than before, and his pecs were soft, just beginning to droop downwards. His arms were soft and thick. Taehyung wanted to grab and squeeze every inch of him. 

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” Taehyung said and Jimin blushed darkly for the first time this evening. 

“Thank you,” he said softly, glancing away for a second as he smiled. He wet his lips and looked back at him. “Take this off,” Jimin said, grabbing the bottom of Taehyung’s shirt. Taehyung nodded quickly and tugged it off, tossing it away to join Jimin’s shirt on the floor. Jimin licked his lips and trailed his hands down his chest to his soft tummy. “Tae–gosh Tae you’re so pretty,” he said softly. 

It was Taehyung’s turn to blush, his entire face going red all the way to the tips of his ears. “Thank you Jimin,” he responded, smiling warmly at him. He then reached for the hem of Jimin’s pants, which were digging into his hips, making the roll of his belly more prominent. “These need to come off too,” he said, tone a bit desperate. He needed to see all of Jimin. 

“Okay, yeah. Yeah.” Jimin began tugging them down his legs and he struggled a bit as he reached his thighs because of how tight they were. Taehyung hooked his fingers into the band and helped him pull them all the way down along with his underwear and he quickly kicked them off. 

Taehyung nearly drooled. Jimin’s cock was pretty and pink, a bit of precum dribbling from the tip. His belly hung down just a bit, but definitely not enough to cover his cock. Yet. And Taehyung realized now that he had been so focused on Jimin’s belly that he hadn’t even considered his thighs and barely his ass. How could he forget that? Jimin had always had a great ass and it had only gotten better with the extra weight. So had his thighs. They were thick and soft and as Taehyung ran his hands down them, he was able to grab handfuls of fat that was cushioning the muscle left underneath. His inner thighs were littered with stretch marks too and they looked like pretty pink decorations. “You’re stunning,” he said softly as he stroked his smooth thighs. It was clear he had recently shaved too, so every inch of his skin was flawless. Jimin’s breath came out heavy and shaky as Taehyung touched him. He inched closer to his cock but never touched it, and Jimin whined. 

“Taehyung please–I’m so turned on right now I can’t take it anymore. I need you,” he said breathlessly, a little winded from the exertion of getting undressed. 

Taehyung licked his lips and squeezed Jimin’s large thighs. He would tease more, but he was desperate too. He needed Jimin just as much and he felt like he could almost come untouched at this point. “Sorry, I just had to admire.” He sat up for a second just so he could remove his own pants and boxers, leaving them both completely naked in front of each other. 

Jimin’s eyes trailed down Taehyung’s body, and his gaze made him feel both incredibly vulnerable and admired at the same time. His eyes landed on his hard cock and he gasped a little, mouth dropping open. “Fuck Tae–you’ve been hiding this all along? You’re gonna fucking split me in half,” he groaned, and Taehyung could tell by his facial expression that was a good thing. 

“Well, I wasn’t exactly hiding,” he said with a chuckle. “You just never asked.” Admitting that he would have always said yes to this didn’t come hard to Taehyung. This was his best friend who he was in love with. It felt right, and even if things felt awkward after this he couldn’t find it in him to be worried for the time being. 

“Whatever,” Jimin said, shaking his head. Taehyung was glad they could still be playful in a moment like this. But Jimin quickly switched back to how he was before. He settled on Taehyung’s lap again and kissed the corner of his mouth. “You’re going to fill me up so well.” 

Taehyung felt lightheaded as Jimin reached over and pulled open his bedside drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube and a condom. He tossed the condom on the bed beside them and then uncapped the lube. He bit his lip and looked at Taehyung through his eyelashes. “I want you to watch,” he said softly. 

Taehyung nodded vigorously. “Yes that’s so fucking hot,” he said with a groan. “But please let me touch you. I can’t hold back,” he said. 

Jimin grinned, nodding as he uncapped the lube. “You can touch me all you want. Please do,” he breathed. He got onto his knees and spread his thighs a bit before squirting a little of the lube onto his fingers. He reached behind himself and as he did, the rolls on his side folded and his belly pushed forward, making him look even bigger than he did before. He circled his rim with his finger for a second, watching Taehyung with hooded eyes, and then he inserted the first finger. His mouth fell open as he started to fuck himself with it, and Taehyung couldn’t resist reaching out to touch him. He cupped his belly and began to squeeze the bottom roll that led to his love handles. Jimin gasped slightly, leaning forward into the touch. “Nghh yes, more, touch me more,” he moaned and Taehyung obliged, running his hands all over his body. 

As Jimin inserted the second finger, Taehyung leaned in to capture his lips. Jimin panted a little as he fucked himself on his fingers, barely able to kiss back, so it was messy and sloppy and so good. “You’re so hot,” Taehyung breathed against his mouth and Jimin melted at the praise. 

Taehyung noticed that after a minute of fingering himself, Jimin was becoming a little shaky and breathless. Jimin pulled away from the kiss a bit and his hair was sticking to his forehead with sweat. “Haven’t–haven’t done this in a while,” he panted. “And I’ve never done it stuffed.” He groaned slightly and pulled his fingers out to add more lube to push in a third finger. “Almost ready,” he gasped and he leaned forward so he could rest his head on Taehyung’s chest. 

Taehyung wrapped his hand around the nape of his neck and then tangled his fingers in Jimin’s hair. He gave it a gentle tug and Jimin let out a soft moan. With his other hand he reached around and put his hand over Jimin’s and began to move his hand himself, basically helping him finger himself. “You look so hot, fuck,” Taehyung said. “You’re so pretty. So sexy.” 

Jimin panted at the praise and took his fingers out of his hole, a little lube dripping out. “I’m good now. I’m ready. I need you now,” he said eagerly. 

Taehyung licked his lips. “Fuck yes, I’m so ready for you Jimin. Gonna fuck you so good.” He reached for the condom that Jimin had dropped beside them and opened it with his teeth which made Jimin laugh softly for a moment. He ignored it even though his laugh was always very pretty. He rolled the condom over his dick and that friction alone had him burning and wanting to buck into his own hand. He hoped he would last longer than that with Jimin. He grabbed the lube and squirted a generous amount into his hand and coated the entirety of his cock with it. He wanted to make sure that Jimin was comfortable and that he didn’t hurt at all. 

Once he had the condom on, Jimin lifted himself up on his knees and Taehyung placed his hands on his hips. Jimin lined his hole up with his throbbing cock and when the tip touched it they both let out a shuddering breath. “Are you ready?” Jimin asked. Taehyung wet his lips and nodded. 

“I’ve never been more ready for something, Min. Please ride me baby,” he said, squeezing his hips. 

“Whatever you want Taehyung.” Jimin tugged his bottom lip between his teeth and then slowly sank down on Taehyung’s cock until his ass rested on his thighs. Taehyung’s breath hitched in his throat and he forgot how to breathe as Jimin’s wet heat surrounded him. Jimin’s mouth dropped in a silent moan and his eyebrows knitted together as he adjusted. The sight was beautiful and that and the feeling of how tight Jimin was had Taehyung throbbing. 

“Hah, fuck, you’re so tight,” Taehyung groaned. “You feel so perfect.” 

Jimin exhaled shakily. “Ngh you–you’re so big. I’m so full. Making me feel more stuffed than I already am,” he gasped, and Taehyung felt his cock twitch at those words. Jimin took a couple deep breaths and Taehyung had to hold his own so he wouldn’t come right then and there. “M’gonna move now,” he said. 

Taehyung prepared himself as Jimin pushed himself up until all of his cock had slipped out except the tip. Jimin took a second and then without a warning slammed himself back down. Taehyung tossed his head back with a moan as Jimin started bouncing on his cock, his entire body jiggling with every movement. He was out of breath before he even started, the extra weight on his body and how full he was from gorging on snacks making each movement more difficult. Taehyung started moving his hips up to meet him, slamming his cock deep inside, his thrusts in perfect tandem with Jimin’s movements. 

Jimin panted as he fucked himself on Taehyung’s cock and his hands went to Taehyung’s shoulders to brace himself. “You’re–fuck–fucking me s-so good, Tae,” he moaned. 

Taehyung gritted his teeth at the simple praise and determined to fuck him even better. He moved his hands back and grabbed Jimin’s ass and spread his cheeks apart so that with each bounce and thrust he went deeper inside of him. Jimin let out little “ah’s” of pleasure as the tip of his dick hit his prostate. Waves of pleasure washed over Taehyung at each sound Jimin made and he throbbed inside of Jimin as he thrusted up to meet him. He looked like he was getting worn out already, sweat dripping down his face and chest. His legs were shaking, both from the fat quivering with each movement and from how tired he already was. Taehyung licked his lips at how his belly bounced in sync with each time Jimin sat down on his cock. He looked so good like this–cheeks flushed from the exertion and arousal, pink cock bouncing against his doughy belly, eyes hooded and lips parted–his soft body on display just for him. 

Taehyung grew a little more confident as his head was delirious with his own arousal, so he decided to test the waters. “Fuck- you already look so out of breath, Min. This making it hard for you?” he asked, giving a light smack to the side of his belly. 

He continued rolling his hips up even as Jimin moaned, arching his back. “Shit Taehyung,” he gasped. “Y-yes, fuck I’m so exhausted, feel so heavy,” he whined. His thighs were shaking even more now and his movements were growing slower, yet each time he sank back down his belly and thighs still wobbled. 

“I bet,” Taehyung breathed, giving a squeeze to Jimin’s gut. “It feels–ah- so good with your weight like this.” Jimin’s heaviness only added to how much pleasure Taehyung felt each time his ass slapped against his thighs. There was so much to feel, so much all at once. He absolutely loved it. 

Jimin was able to go a few minutes more before after coming up one more time, he sank back down and stayed completely still with Taehyung’s cock still buried deep inside him. He was breathing heavily and shaking, and he looked fucked out with how blown his pupils were. “Ugh I can’t anymore. S’too hard, need a break, fuck. I feel too heavy,” he panted. 

“Let me fuck you then,” Taehyung said lowly. 

He lifted Jimin up by the hips and slipped out before rolling over and flipping Jimin onto his back. He gasped loudly and his eyes widened at the sudden movement. Taehyung hovered over him and smirked slightly as he spread his thighs apart and pushed his knees back to go over his shoulders. Jimin’s tummy folded into two thick rolls as he did so and it made his mouth water. Then without a warning he thrusted back inside him and began fucking him harder and faster than he had been when Jimin was riding him. Jimin’s eyes rolled back as Taehyung thrusted into him mercilessly, purposefully aiming for his prostate. The sound of his hips slapping against Jimin’s ass filled the room along with Jimin’s breathless moans, and it was music to Taehyung’s ears. 

He let Jimin’s legs slide off his shoulders as he leaned over him. He ran one hand up Jimin’s side and over his belly which rippled with every thrust. He traced over the stretch marks then dipped his thumb into his belly button, using the leverage to give it a little jiggle. 

“Ahh! Tae,” Jimin exclaimed and his back arched which pressed his belly further into Taehyung’s hands. 

“Like that?” Taehyung asked before giving his belly another shake. 

Jimin whined. “Yes, that, please keep doing it,” he begged, and who was Taehyung to say no? 

So he did, even as he practically pushed his body flush up against Jimin’s so he could start planting kisses all over his chest. He knew he had marks already and he wanted Jimin to finish this absolutely covered in them. With each purple mark that he sucked into his skin he left a kiss overtop of the blooming bruise. “Purple looks so good on you,” he groaned against his skin and Jimin shuddered. 

“Only from you,” he responded. Taehyung’s stomach filled with a fiery heat. 

He continued to pound into him and Jimin’s ass was red from the impact of his hips. His cock was leaking against his belly and Taehyung could tell he was close so he wrapped his lithe fingers around the shaft. Jimin practically wailed at the contact and his body arched off the bed. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna come–” 

Taehyung flicked his wrist and rubbed his thumb over the slit. “You can come, I’m close too,” he told him as he felt that familiar, tingling heat pool in his belly. He began focusing on both of their releases now, aiming for Jimin’s prostate and fucking him fast and hard to reach his own high as Jimin did. 

One particularly hard thrust sent Jimin over the edge and he arched his back as he came with a drawn out moan. His come splattered all over his doughy belly and Taehyung’s hand, coating them both in white. Taehyung fucked him through his orgasm, and the sight of his parted lips and rolled back eyes was enough to push Taehyung to his breaking point too, and after a couple moments he came too, filling up the condom. He groaned as he finished and he gave Jimin a few more thrusts before he stopped inside of him. 

Jimin laid lax on the bed and he was breathing heavily. His eyes were hooded enough to make him look like he was about to fall asleep, but he was just completely blissed out. Taehyung laid down, half on top of Jimin, half on the bed. He was still inside him and he didn’t want to pull out but he knew that he should soon so they could get cleaned up. And he needed to breathe for a moment before he got up at all to do anything. 

Jimin slowly turned his head to face Taehyung and he gave him a dreamy smile. “That was amazing,” he said sincerely. 

“It was?” Taehyung asked and Jimin nodded. 

“It was. I loved it,” he said, planting a soft kiss on Taehyung’s cheek.

Taehyung sighed softly and smiled. “I loved it too. You were so good…fuck it was amazing,” he agreed. Nothing had ever or could ever top that experience. He was a little worried about how things would go after this, but he tried not to think about it. 

They laid there in silence for a moment, just resting as they came down from their highs. Taehyung could fall asleep right then and there but he knew they needed to get cleaned up before anything because they were both sticky and sweaty. “Hey…we should get cleaned up,” he whispered, and Jimin whined. 

“No, just wanna sleep,” he mumbled, shaking his head. 

Taehyung chuckled softly as he sat up a bit. Jimin had his eyes closed and his cheeks were still pink from the exertion and he looked so pretty. Taehyung wanted to kiss him again. He wanted to wrap him up and cuddle him the whole night and tell him that he loved him. Suddenly Taehyung’s stomach hurt as it twisted again with nerves. This meant so much to him, no matter how sudden or dirty it was. But did it mean anything to Jimin? 

“I’ll go get a cloth at least. And some water too,” he said softly. He hesitated for a second before leaving a soft kiss on Jimin’s forehead. Jimin’s lips turned upwards in a soft smile and Taehyung’s heart skipped a beat. 

“M’kay. Just don’t take too long please.”

Taehyung’s heart clenched. “I won’t, I promise.” He pushed himself up and slid out of Jimin, which produced a whine from the latter. He mumbled a soft “sorry” and rubbed Jimin’s thigh and then pulled off the condom and tied it off to toss it away. 

He felt cold as soon as he was standing. Goosebumps covered his skin and his hands felt clammy from cold sweat. He tried not to think as he went to Jimin’s bathroom and wet a towel with warm water and as he got a glass from his sink. But it was all too real. This was Jimin, his best friend. His best friend who he was in love with and who didn’t even know that’s how he felt. 

The glass shook in Taehyung’s hand as he walked back to the bed and set it down. “I’m back,” he greeted quietly. Jimin hummed in acknowledgement and Taehyung began to wipe him off with the cloth. He wiped over and underneath his belly and between his thighs, making sure that every inch of him was clean. They really should probably shower, but that was something they could worry about in the morning. For now both of them were too tired, and certainly in need for cuddles. 

Taehyung didn’t feel right though, as he got in bed beside Jimin. He had his gift, which he realized was still in the pocket of the pants he had discarded. He could always give it to him in the morning. But part of his anxiety ridden brain questioned if he even should do it. He had promised not to chicken out but now he wasn’t sure if he even could do it. 

Jimin curled into his side and nuzzled his face against Taehyung’s chest. “Tae?” 

“Yeah?” 

“Can you rub my belly again?” he asked softly. “My stomach is a bit sore.” 

“Oh, of course,” Taehyung said with a nod, immediately settling his hand on top of Jimin’s tummy. It was still bloated but considerably softer which caused Taehyung’s hand to sink in a bit as he rubbed it. Jimin let out a little sigh of contentment and visibly relaxed under his touch. 

“Thank you,” he muttered. “I think this had to be the best Christmas gift I’ve ever gotten,” he added with a chuckle. Taehyung felt his cheeks heat up. That was a huge compliment. But it also reminded him again that he hadn’t given him the gift he really wanted yet. 

He made his decision then. He could not do that to Jimin. No matter how he felt, he couldn’t just leave Jimin in the dark about his feelings for him. He couldn’t leave him in the dark about how much this meant to him. He had to tell him. He owed it to him at the very least as his best friend. “Speaking of Christmas gifts…” he began. His voice sounded a lot more shaky than he wanted to, but he was doing this. “I did have something else I wanted to give you.” 

Jimin tilted his head in curiosity. “Oh really? What is it?” 

Taehyung swallowed thickly and pushed the blankets off himself so he could stand. He got up wordlessly and grabbed his pants off the floor and reached into the back pocket to pull out a little box. He probably should have been more careful when tossing his pants in case his gift had gotten lost, but luckily it was still there. “Here,” he said softly, handing the little box to Jimin, who took it gingerly. 

He admired the box for a second and then opened it up. His eyes widened slightly as he pulled out a silver necklace with a little circular pendant on the bottom that had a little jewel in it. He held it up and it sparkled in the dim light. “Oh my gosh–this is beautiful Taehyung,” he said softly. His eyes sparkled as he looked at it and Taehyung smiled nervously. 

“Yeah it uh–it’s special too,” he said. Jimin turned and looked at him curiously and he continued. “When the light hits it, that little jewel in the middle sort of acts like a projector,” he explained. “And it projects “I love you” in a hundred different languages on the wall.” He bit his lip as he tried to read Jimin’s facial expression. He hoped he got it. It was something that he had seen a lot of people on social media getting their partners and he figured that Jimin had seen it too. 

Jimin’s face lit up after a second and he smiled widely. Taehyung’s chest felt a little less tight. “Oh Taehyung…thank you, that is beautiful,” he whispered. Then it seemed like a lightbulb went off in his head and his eyes widened. “Wait…Taehyung. Does that mean…? Do you mean?” it was like he couldn’t get the words out properly, but Taehyung knew what he meant. 

“Yes,” he said with a nod. “It means I love you. Exactly how you think it does.” 

Jimin’s jaw dropped and he looked between the necklace and Taehyung a couple times. “You love me?” 

Taehyung nodded slowly. His heart was beating so fast he thought it would hammer out of his chest. “Yeah, I do. I love you,” he said, and it felt so good yet so terrifying to say it out loud. “I’d been planning to give this to you today…I meant to give it to you earlier but…” He chewed on his bottom lip as his anxiety grew. “I just had to tell you Jimin. I know it changes things, I know it does, but especially after this, I couldn’t just leave you in the dark about how much this meant to me. I know you probably don’t feel the same but you’re my best friend and you deserve to know, I owe it to you. It’s been on my mind this whole time I know its sudden and probably a lot and I probably shouldn’t have said anything, it’s probably the most ridiculous gift you’ve ever gotten–”

“Taehyung, hey,” Jimin said, cutting him off from his ramble. He cupped Taehyung’s cheek and brushed away a tear. He didn’t even realize that he had started crying. “It’s okay,” he reassured him. His voice was as soft as silk and it caused Taehyung’s face to contort as more tears fell. 

“It’s not okay though,” he whimpered. His lips quivered. “It’s not okay because you don’t feel the same.” He closed his eyes and leaned back away from Jimin’s touch so he could cover his own face with his hands so he could hide his crying. His shoulders shook and he curled in on himself. He’d realized everything less than a week ago, so why did it hurt so much? 

“Taehyung, when did I ever say that?” Jimin asked, placing a hand on his wrist. “Look at me please.” His tone was clearly distressed so Taehyung reluctantly pulled his hands away from his eyes. “You didn’t even give me a chance to say it.” 

“Say what–”

“I love you too,” Jimin said softly and Taehyung’s eyes widened. 

“You–what? But I thought…” he stuttered as his hands fell to his sides. 

“You thought wrong, Tae,” Jimin said, shaking his head. “I love you and I have for a long, long time,” he said. 

Suddenly Taehyung felt stupid. He had already been so oblivious to his own feelings, of course he would be to Jimin’s as well. It had been there all those years and he was just too blind to see it. “Oh my–fuck that’s–wow, I don’t even know what to say, I’m just so happy,” he breathed, all the sadness and anxiety from before washing away. 

“Don’t say anything then, but for the love of everything that is good in the world, please kiss me,” Jimin groaned. Taehyung laughed, a full laugh that shook his chest. 

“I fucking love you,” he said before he grabbed Jimin’s face and kissed him just like he asked. There was a different kind of passion behind the kiss this time, one that was different from the passion that their previous arousal had caused. This one was simply fueled by pure desire to be closer to each other. Taehyung brushed his thumbs across Jimin’s cheeks as he kissed him and their lips slid together in perfect sync. 

When they eventually pulled away, they were both smiling and their eyes were bright. Jimin pecked his lips again before leaning against him and resting his head on his chest. “I’m really glad you told me, Tae. Thank you,” he said softly. “And thank you for the gift. I’m going to wear it every single day.” 

Taehyung grinned and bent his head down to kiss the top of Jimin’s head. “I’m really glad I told you. And you’re welcome. I know it's going to look beautiful on you,” he said sincerely. 

“I think this is the best Christmas I’ve ever experienced,” he mumbled and Taehyung’s heart soared. 

“Same here, Min,” he whispered. He couldn’t imagine anything better.

He scooted down under the covers so that he was laying flat with Jimin’s head still resting on his chest. Jimin nuzzled against him and he smiled. His chest felt so warm. He had truly never been happier. Jimin was still his best friend. He loved him. Everything was okay. They still needed to talk about what all of this meant and what things would look like from now on, but for now they were content to just fall asleep together, assured of each other's feelings. 

Just before Taehyung was about to fall asleep, Jimin lifted his head and looked up at him. “Hey,” he said softly. 

“What is it?” Taehyung asked, doing his best to look down at him. 

“Merry Christmas.” A smile spread across his face and it was contagious because Taehyung had to smile back even wider. It wasn’t even Christmas anymore, but if he got Jimin like this, it would feel like Christmas every day.

Jungkook manages to smile back at his boyfriend. "Yes, but on the condition that you eat some too."

“Baby.. you think I’m not going to?” Jimin giggles, petting his own pudge. “I’m starving...” The younger blushes. Heart speeding up as his boyfriend reaches over the phone to make their order.

And right now… it's like Jungkook is staring at Jimin's body from a different lense. One he didn't allow himself to look through for so many months. Whining softly as he nods. "G-good, good."

It's the fact that Jimin smirks while the number is calling. Dangerously, meeting the younger’s eyes. " I’m so hungry, Jungkook-ah." He purrs, with innocent eyes. As a hand palms his belly, making it jiggle. The younger’s mouth drops, another embarrassing whine escaping him. Having to cover his mouth as the delivery place answers the phone, probably having heard some of Jungkook's reaction.

But it's okay... he wanted people to know. Know that they were ordering too much food, that they wanted to feel stuffed, that they wanted to get fatter.

Jimin orders an excessive amount of food and soda, staring at Jungkook with dark eyes. He bit his lip. “Thank you.” He said to the restaurant, hanging up and placing his phone to his side. He hums, before lifting his shirt up a little and pouting.

“I look so thin, starved almost.”

That wasn't true, yet Jungkook was only able to nod hurriedly. Playing along. "You-you've been eating so little Jiminie... I'm worried." Jimin's expression brightens, slowly walking to his boyfriend on the bed.

"It feels even smaller when you hold it up, baby." He says while hooking a leg over Jungkook's soft lap, kneeling so the belly is right in the younger's face. His pout is so convincing. Or maybe Jimin is just desperate to feel Jungkook's hands.

And maybe Jungkook is just as desperate to touch too.

He grips the older's gut, rubbing small circles and forcing himself to pout. “You’re right Minnie… you’re so small. You look underweight.” He blushes, pinching the bottom roll.

Jimin’s eyes widen and he nods, sitting down onto Jungkook’s stomach, forcing him to lay down on the bed - the older’s thighs spreading a little over the big dome. “So thin… I must have been dieting.”

The younger tilts his head up to meet Jimin's eyes, stare knowing, accusing. This man hasn't dieted since that first stuffing they had together over a year ago.

"Oh you poor thing." He coos instead. Loving the way Jimin shivers against his belly, thighs quivering where they caged Jungkook's bigger stomach. "We'll get some food in you, hm?" Jimin swallows thickly nodding eager.

Jungkook chuckles, massaging his gut. “Can you wait a little, piggy?” He smiles, Jimin nodding again and leaning down. His gut was smaller, yes… but Jimin was definitely overweight.

"Don't call me a pig when I-I’m this small." The older chuckled, running his hands affectionately through Jungkook's long hair.

His hands stop roaming all over the "Doesn't matter, you're going to look like one once I’m done with you." He purrs, groping Jimin's sides immediately after.

And for a second Jungkook worries maybe that was too much, too close, too similar...

Bur Jimin is moaning out his name. "K-kook-ah." His body trembles, hands on Jungkook's shoulders sliding down his fattened chest to rest on his belly. Groping it. Their noses are close as Jimin leans down, bending from the pleasure.

Jungkook hums softly, pecking his lips. “You’re an underweight pig… and we can’t have that, can we?” Jungkook soothes, grabbing his ass.

Jimin just nods, groaning against him; grinding towards Jungkook’s hands.

A smile spreads on Jungkooks face, raising an eyebrow mockingly. "You've been holding back for so long haven't you, Minnie?" His big hands knead at his ass, pressing the older closer against him. Soft bodies sinking into each other. "Stopping yourself from gorging just because you knew how good it would feel once I stuffed you again." He is grinning now, Jimin's expression completely blissed out as he moans, jaw hung low. So eager.

He kisses the older’s lips, almost endearingly.

"I-I-I'm going to be stuffing you t-too." Jimin speaks and the younger has to hold back a giggle and fails.

"It's sweet you think you could keep up with me now."

“I am much greedier than you, fatty.” Jungkook coos, kissing his cheek. “I love you Jiminie. But you're far from being a match to me.” His tone mocking the whole way through.

"You think you're so much better." Jimin purrs unphased. "When was the last time you stuffed yourself, Jungkook?" He asked innocently, though smirking down at the younger overconfident.

"So you're telling me, you have?" He asks back, partially joking yet... a pink blush spreads across Jimin's cheeks.

His eyes widen, grabbing Jimin's love handles a little rougher. “Greedy greedy.” He smirks, putting a little pressure on his empty belly.

Now that he looks.. Jimin’s stomach fat only went down minutely… Was Jungkook the only one who lost weight?

"Aw..." A smile spreads across the younger’s face, sweet yet very amused. "Little glutton couldn't hold back?" He gropes again, earning a whimper from his boyfriend, face red in embarrassment. "Stuffing yourself behind my back?" He purrs lower, leaning towards Jimin's lips; smiling aroused.

"Y-yah, I didn't--didn't want to upset you." Jimin replies with a pout. And for a second Jungkook's facade melts. Expression softening into an adoring smile. He pecks the older's lips gently.

"I love you, pig" Despite the teasing pet name, it has no bite to it. "You'll have to show me how much you can stuff yourself, hm? I'm out of practice."

At that Jimin's smile grows back on his face, shy, giddy.

Jungkook kisses his cheek, smiling back. “Food’s here, piggy. Go get it… then we can fill your little tummy.”

"It's not little!" He whines, pessing himself against the younger before he leaves, pajamas clinging to him more than Jngkook was able to acknowledge for the past time. He can't imagine how eager his boyfriend must have been to bring the fetish up again if he had been stuffing himself all this time.

What a pleasant surprise.

Jimin comes back with bags upon bags carried in his arms. And such a wide puppy dog smile, it makes Jungkook giggle from the bed. "Hungry, baby?" He asks amused.

"Told you I was starving, didn't I?" The older sits on Jungkook’s lap, a plethora of food around them. "That and...I'll have to teach you how it's done."

The older already looks euphoric, opening the first box. Groaning and being absorbed into his own pleasure. Jungkook stares but Jimin seems to ignore him now that food’s in front of him. Already elbows deep into the paper bag, reaching out for their...his, meal.

"I want to feed you." Jungkook interrupted, making Jimin stop in his tracks. It's weird, seeing his boyfriend go into a food haze, entirely by himself. No twisted manipulation needed.

Jimin really loved this, didn't he?

"Want to see if all that practice did you any good." Jungkook adds. Smiling competitively but bright as he reaches for the bags himself, helping the older pull out all the steamy containers and greasy boxes.

Jimin is already eating though, staring a little guilty at Jungkook... as if he knows he should have waited for Jungkook to start feeding him.

The younger has to snap the plate out of Jimin’s hands, sighing. "Wait for me, glutton." He scolds, with an amused smile. Jungkook pushes the bags and containers aside, bringing Jimin closer to him; tummies squishing against one another. "Wanted to do this together, remember?" His tone becomes slurtier "Want to stuff you myself, you're not cheating your way out of this one."

Jimin smiles back, fakely guilty. He grabs another dish from the pile. "Then 'm doing the same." He leans for the younger's lips, kissing him briefly. Though just long enough for Jungook to close his eyes, being surprised by the handful being pressed against his lips almost immediately after.

He eats it of course, groaning softly at how greasy it is. Jimin smirks. “Good boy... Maybe you’ll realise how much more I can-“

Jungkook pushes food to his lips as well - trying to silence Jimin.

The older moans into his hand, eyes fluttering closed. He can't even tease Jimin for it, they're not giving eachother time to speak, they're not giving eachother time for anything. Only the pleasure of eating, of stuffing themselves, of getting bigger.

It seemed almost competitive, with how fast the stream of food is being shoved past each other’s lips. But if it was to see who could eat the most, or who could stuff the other better, or who could finish their part first... It wasn't clear, and it didn't matter.

All Jungkook could focus on was the expression of his boyfriend in front of him, completely pliant into eating anything he brought to his mouth. Jimin's own feeding, clumsy from the pleasure. The feeling of their bellies as they grew closer together with the swollen bloat.

They’re moaning together… pathetically needy for food.They groan, eating faster as they feel pressure increasing minutely. Their stares aren't leaving the others' faces. As if the pleasure of the food wasn't enough, seeing their lover do the same was only adding to that euphoric sensation. Eyes struggling to stay open, rolling back at the growing strain of their stomachs. Licking the other's fingers clean, sloppily and desperate.

They moan louder, sucking anything they can. Jungkook grunts, pulling back and panting. “B-breather.” Jimin looks down, smiling to himself as he continues to eat.

Jungkook focuses on breathing, hands settled on the top of his rounded stuffed belly. Before he hears. "Someone's out of practice..." His eyes go up to Jimin, who has a soft smile.

"And I guess you can-'' Huff. "You can finish this all by yourself no problem?" He raises an eyebrow, one hand leaving the shelf of his stomach to palm gently at Jimin's. Because it's smaller, the bloat looks and feels so much more drastic in Jungkook's palm.

"I don't know... But you'd love to see me try." His smile is cocky, as it should; because Jimin is absolutely right.

Jungkook can only sigh, smile widening. "Yeah I would... I don't think you can, though."

The older’s mouth straightened. He hums softly and picks up the next box, opening it quickly. “You’re so thin, and such a shame you're out of practice.” His tone is bratty, smiling at himself, as he pushes food past his lips.

A grin makes it way to Jungkook's lips, playing along. His ironically, chubby hands rubbing up and down the sides of his stomach, caressing the rolls there. "Yeah... Such a shame I'm so skinny." There's no truth to his tone, smile giving him away, playful. "You're the fat one out of the two of us, aren't you, Minnie?" One of his hands leaves his own belly to cup at Jimin's smaller overhang, groping it harshly.

Jimin moans softly between bites, thighs shivering where he kneels. "I-I will be if I keep eating so much more than you like this.'' It's meant to be cocky, but Jungkook is unphased. His hands begin to grope freely at the older’s expanded stomach. Kneading the pillowy sides, making the fat ripple beautifully.

"Oh you'd like that, wouldn't you? Outgrowing me. Being heavier than such a fatso.” He whispers.

Jimin nods quickly, pushing more food past his lips. “I...I wanna be big...” He groans, smiling and lifting more food to his lips. “You're going to look so small next to me…” It comes out as a purr, competitive and determined in a way that makes Jungkook shiver.

But it wouldn’t be fun if he gave into his boyfriend so easily. "I'd love to see you try." He grins, Jungkook is still several sizes bigger than the older, months of over-eating ahead of him.

And he is nothing, if not competitive. Yet, so is Jimin.

The older's eyebrow rises, smile widening. "You don't think I can do it." It's not so much of a question as it is a statement. His own smaller hands reach for Jungkook's belly, palming and groping at the overhang that’s nearly pressed against the bed. Or well, one hand, while the other continues to bring food to his messy lips.

Jimin’s cute pout turns into a scowl, eyes no longer round and giddy; but sassy and competitive. The exact same look he gets when he knows his boyfriend is trying to rile him up; when it's working.

A soft chuckle leaves his lips. "You have no idea, have you?" Jimin's smile is sweet. "You haven't seen how much I gorge when you're not around..."

Jungkook’s eyes sharpen too, pressing his hand into Jimin's bloat - a little harsher than he has before. It makes the older gasp.

“You gorge a lot…?” His voice is teasing and a little deeper. “Then why are you still skinnier than me? Such a glutton but… it doesn’t even show on your frame.”

"It-It will show eventually!" Jimin huffs out, cheeks puffing, pout returning so defensively. Jungkook’s chest rumbles with the bright giggle escaping his lips, he can't help it.

"Mmm, I'm sure it will, baby." He grins, the hands on Jimin's stomach gripping tighter and sliding the older closer on his lap; bellies squishing together, noses close. His expression looks at Jungkook hazy, breath agitated and eyes half lidded. The younger smirks. "Now eat, fatso." He whispers, kissing his oily lips before leaning back against the headrest; and enjoying the show.

Jimin blushes, grabbing another piece and slowly pushing it into his mouth. He lets himself indulge in the flavour, moaning loudly and greedily. He really had become piggish… more so than his fatter boyfriend.

Sure, his body hadn’t caught up with it. But Jimin knew he had become more gluttonous than Jungkook, knew he could out eat him, knew he could prove himself to the absolute whale that is his boyfriend.

The older is still smiling giddy, as he begins to feed himself with his bare hand. Fistfulss of food stretchign his lips and fill his cheeks. “What happened to your manners, piggy?” Jungkook's voice is sweet, trailing down JImin’s bloat, between their bellies, to cup the older’s crotch.

Jimin chokes out a moan, food falling from his fis to his chest. Messy, he is so messy. “F-faster like th-this-ah.” His sentence is caught off the second Jungkook starts palming his hard-on. Jimin’s hips pathetically humping towards it as he starts eating again.

He’s drooling grossly, swallowing anything he gets into his mouth. Jungkook just stares at him, smirking a little as Jimin's movements become sloppy. His pathetic thrusts make eating for him more difficult.

“See? I told you you couldn’t handle it.” Jungkook coos, cupping the older’s chin and his thumb whipping some of the mess caught in Jimin’s cheek.

He can feel himself leaking into Jungkook’s hand, thighs quivering as he tries to stop himself. Bloat starting to shorten his breaths, the stretch of his skin urging him to arch his back against Jungkook’s pillowy belly. It all feels too good. He wants to go on.

“I can!” He breathes out. Cheeks red from the exertion of eating.

“Look at yourself” Jungkook scoffs, smiling amused. “You’re going to come before you finish, Jiminie.” His tone is still so sweet, contrasting the sharp twist of his fist around the older’s dick.

He shakes his head, leaning forward and grabbing more food. “I-I can make it!” He wants more in his gut, until he truly can’t breathe. He pushes the dishes down his throat - not caring if he’s chewing properly. He feels it as his gut pushes out painfully.

Jungkook’s eyes widened, amazed by his boyfriend's own gluttony. “Can’t believe you are such a desperate pig now, so eager to gorge, aren’t you, angel?” His hand starts tugging and twisting slowly up and down Jimin’s cock. Making the older sob. “What happened to my fit boyfriend?”

It's odd… to mention the past, like those months in that house didn’t happen… But Jimin is whining, cheeks colored a pretty shade of red, thighs spasming where they are stretched over Jungkook's lap.

The younger kisses Jimin's cheek, smirking at how his boyfriend groans, trying to stretch his mouth more. He hums, as his hand slides down and massaging Jimin’s thighs lightly. “Answer me, fatty.” He whispers into the older’s ear.

Jimin’s sobs are swallowed down from how filled his cheeks are; his hips started to hump against Jungkook’s belly, only reassuring the younger that his boyfriend was fine. What they were doing was fine, he reminded himself.

He hears Jimin struggle to swallow, gasping for air before he talks. “I--I can’t control myself anymore, K-kookie.” The older says through ragged breaths. Jungkook can’t help but giggle.

“So desperate you started eating behind my back, pig... Couldn't go a few weeks without stuffing your fat face?”

Jimin shakes his head, gut painfully full but he is far too greedy now… He had to eat past his limit. Jungkook’s hand separates only to slap against the swollen belly. Pushing a whimper out of the older’s stuffed lips.

“I want you to explain to me… in detail … how you’d gorge yourself privately?”

HIs mouth opens - whining a little at how empty it felt after swallowing. “I-...Every time… I-I went to the shops…hng-“ Jungkook tugged on his dick - staring intensely at Jimin’s face… his plump lips parted beautifully, oily from all the food.

Jungkook’s grip is right around the base, twisting harshly. “Go on.”

“E-Every t-time I-I left I would-I would gorge J-jungkookie I couldn't help it I-” His quick, desperate explanation was cut short by the beginning of Jungkook’s slow pumping of his dick, painfully slow.

“So little self control, baby… You know what that makes you?” The younger’s voice is soft, cooing amused at the growing need in Jimin’s body. In the way his hips stuttered, humping pathetically against Jungkook’s hand, the movement slapping against the younger’s overhang. His hands pathetically clutching Jungkook’s shoulders in an attempt to ground himself, his sobbed out whines once he hears his boyfriend’s question.

He nods his head, urgently with tears starting to prickle at the corner of his eyes. Jungkook smiles pleased. “Tell me.”

“I-…” He starts, eyes letting a few loose tears fall. “I-it makes….. me a-ah-” He groans as Jungkook's thumb rubs over his tip.

“Go on...”

“It makes me… a-ah .. fat… p-pig..” Jimin whimpers… shutting his eyes tightly. “I .. wanna-want to be… b-big.” He is crying now, soft sniffs interrupting his speech; thick hiccups from how much the food is pushing at his diaphragm and lungs.

He looks beautiful.

Jungkook can’t hold back the need to lean down and kiss him, pecking the messy lips gently with a smile; swallowing some of Jimin’s mewls. “Oh but you’re already big, Minnie…” He hushes against his lips, teasing. Hand smearing precum messily as his pace quickens on Jimin’s dick.

“More!” The older doesn’t hold back from yelling out weakly, right before trembling at the sudden wave of relief from Jungkook’s slow caresses. “I--I --I want more- b-bigger.” He chokes out weakly, his body starting to tremble on top of Jungkook’s.

The younger smirks. “Do you want to finish the food? It’s so much, piggy… and you look ready to burst.”

Jimin looks at him, frowning and shakes his head only to hiccup again. “I-I…I’m hungry!” He’s clearly not.. but Jungkook’s boyfriend had always been stubborn.

And… he hesitates…

Jungkook hesitates. Eyes darting down to Jimin’s belly again; full, it looks too full. Like if he forces anymore down it will hurt, skin red from the stretch, Jimin dizzy and in pain like he knows he was back when Jungkook ruined their lives.

He feels himself swallow thickly, knot forming in his throat. Hands frozen in place, eyes glued to Jimi’s belly, looking nearly frightened.

What if Jungkook hurts him?

He takes a deep breath, staring and pulling his hand away shakily. Everything feels heavy. but nothing about it makes him feel good.

Jungkook stares at Jimin - who’s whining in his hungry, greedy daze. There’s a lump that forms - blocking Jungkook's lungs from taking in a sufficient amount of air.

“Ba-babe…. c-cmon…” The older’s whiny voice cuts through his head, but it’s nothing to stop a sob that leaves his mouth. Jungkook pushes away, feeling the lump force up into the back of his throat. He can’t swallow it down like before.

His body works on autopilot suddenly. Big hand pressing to Jimin’s chest softly pushing him back, just enough strength to give Jungkook room to lean his head from over the edge of the bed. Unable to hold back the vomit that falls into the wooden floor.

He can feel it as it continues to build - forcefully pushing its way up his throat more until everything in his stomach is gone. Jungkook can only gag pathetically as each sob allows him to empty his stomach further and further until he has nothing left to give. Only bile travelling up and out of his mouth.

He can only let himself cry uselessly as his own anxieties eat him up from the inside. A helpless feeling overtaking his body.

It happened so suddenly, he was doing so well.

Jungkook was enjoying himself just minutes ago, he and Jimin were enjoying themselves. After his boyfriend waited for so long too, waiting so Jungkook could get over the pity party he had decided to throw for himself. This was the first time Jimin actually got to enjoy himself, and Jungkook keeps being the only thing interrupting him constantly through the last year and a half-

The body is off his lap suddenly, leaving Jungkook cold under the drying sweat. The warmth was replaced with a worried set of eyes, drilling concern in Jungkook’s direction. Jimin’s voice is talking to him.

But it's hard to pay attention when you realize you are the source of all of your lover’s inconveniences.

He gurgles a sorry - it’s incomprehensible but Jimin understood - nodding softly and petting the back of his head. “It’s okay… shh… we can just get this cleaned up.” Jimin says softly, huffing as he stands. He leaves on the opposite side of the bed, offering his hand as Jungkook turns to face him. “Let’s go get you in the bath.. mm? I’ll be with you in a moment.

Jimin is naked, Jimin is still hard, Jungkook notes, guilty. He knows how long his boyfriend had been building up the courage to ask, and he had just...ruined it completely.

He was staring unadulteratedly, until Jimin lowers himself. Huffing from the shifted center of gravity coming from his swollen belly, but his eyes directly looking at Jungkook; hand still outstretched.

"Jungkookie… Whatever it is you’re thinking, it's not true.” His voice is so gentle, eyes caring and eyebrows scrunched up slightly; the way he always unconsciously does when he is trying to hide his worry from Jungkook.

Heat tugs at his chest, body overwhelmed and trembling. He doesn’t think he has the energy to tell Jimin what is exactly going through his head, not now. “Let me take care of you, pretty.” His voice comes out nearly in a whisper, as Jungkook nods. Taking his hand into Jimin’s smaller one.

He follows the older, looking down as Jimin helps him off the bed and into the bathroom. “Sit on the floor bunny, let yourself cool down while I clean up, okay? Then we can care for you perfectly.” Jimin smiles sweetly, huffing softly as Jungkook is lowered to the ground. He smiles, kissing Jungkook's hair and disappearing into the bedroom. The sound of the mop soon filled the room.

The younger shivers, feeling hot… sickly sticky on the cool tiles.

He can see from the bathroom how Jimin cleans the floor. Red cheeks and huffing breaths as he leans some of his weight into the handle of the mop. It sounds like it's taking a real effort out of him, and Jungkook can't help but try to shrink into himself in guilt; he was never the one with a weak stomach… Why now?

Jimin must feel the stare drilling holes into his back. Because he turns his head softly to his back, shooting Jungkook a soft but bright smile, lips kissing the air as he continues.

It's good that he gets to see his boyfriend, in this state he doesn't know how he would have reacted if he was left completely alone.

But he doesn't have to worry about it much, because the older is quickly waddling back to the bathroom. His hand lowers to carefully tuck a strand of hair behind Jungkook’s ear, continuing to caress down his round cheek and double chin; as if Jungkook was something precious.

He looks up at the older, only to find adoration in his eyes.

“Bubble bath?” He asks simply.

Jungkook's eyes soften and he nods, watching as Jimin pants. While he starts getting to his knees, grunting and trying to balance his fatten gut on the ledge.

And he watches with adoration, shakily standing to rinse his mouth out and wash his face a little. His mouth feels a little numb… so do his hands, but he’s better.

The younger sees through the mirror as Jimin prepared the bath, filling the tub and spilling endearingly excessive amounts of soap into the water, hands clenched tightly around the bottle, and concentrated pout.

Jungkook feels himself smiling, even if slightly.

Jimin comes up behind him, hands softly on his shoulders and rubbing down his fattened arms. Still looking at each other through the mirror. “We should probably get inside before filling it up anymore, baby.”

He nods softly, gripping onto his hands a little as he moves to sit in the bath. Jimin smiles, kissing his cheek as he settles. Helooks down at Jungkook resting in the water. “Think there’s enough room for me too?”

Jungkook blushes, nodding softly and moving forward for Jimin to move behind him. Jimin grunts on his way down, sitting happily behind him.

He can feel the swell of the older’s bloat against his fattened back. Soft arms attempt to wrap around Jungkook’s waist, sinking into the rolls on his sides gently. Heavenly plump thighs wrapped around the younger’s hips, settled on top of the pillowy fat.

And he even manages to feel contained. Vulnerable, jumpy, but contained. As he leans back gently into Jimin's embrace

The older kisses his cheek softly, nuzzles Jungkook's neck. “Are you feeling okay baby?”

He nods... His throat felt raw from being sick so abruptly.

Jimin nods where his cheek is squeezed against Jungkook's shoulder. "Good, that's really good, Kook-ah." He whispers, hands slowly caressing forward and back on his waist. "I love you." He adds...

Jungkook didn't know he needed to hear that so desperately until his inhale trembled with a contained sob.

He whimpers softly as Jimin’s hands are quick to pull Jungkook into his chest, holding his head there and cooing. “It’s okay angel, you can cry… shh.”

He wants to apologize, he wants to tell Jimin how sorry he is for having met that thing, for letting himself be this weak; even after a year.

Even after it was entirely Jungkook's fault.

All he manages to do is choke out on his sobs turning his head, as if trying to hide in Jimin’s chest. The older just holds his head firmly, hands combing through his wavy hair.

"Thats it...thats it, Jungkookie, let it out. "

He doesn’t understand why he feels so loved in that moment… when Jimin coos again and kisses his cheek.

“You’re doing so well. You’ve deserved it.” Jimin soothes, kissing his hair again

Wrong. Wrong that's wrong.

Jimin deserved a feederism scene like he had been looking forward to for so long. After putting up with Jungkook and how hard it was....is for him to go back to normal.

He can only shake his head as his shoulders bounce with his sobbing. "Yes you do." Jimin argues back softly. "My Jungkookie, you're making me so proud." The hushes kissing Jungkook's forehead. The younger whines softly, still unbearably miserable.

Jimin soothes him, petting his hair and smiling. “You’ve done so much for me… and I don't know what you’re thinking, but it’s not true...”

"I only cause you pain." He says brokenly, with a small voice.

Suddenly the hands untangle from his hair to angle him to look up at Jimin. His bitter, saddened expression is only met with love.

"You make me so happy, Jungkook." His thumbs caress the apple of his cheeks, like he might break. "If I had to go through everything again just to have you like this, I would, as many times as I have to."

Jungkook frowns again, teary eyed staring up at him. He has no effect though.. Jungkook feels awful and that’ll only be fixed in time.

“I don’t need you to believe me.” Jimin says shaking his head with fondness and patience. “I can repeat it as many times as it takes.” His smile is light, unphased from the clear state of self hatred Jungkook is in. “And you know how stubborn I get.”

That manages a weak, breathed out chuckle. “You are very stubborn.” He agrees with no malice. Jungkook knows, if his boyfriend set up the goal to make him feel loved, nothing was going to be able to stop him.

Despite how he feels right now, it's a comforting thought.

Jungkook just nuzzles closer, Jimin petting his hair lovingly and soothing him. “Isn’t the bubble bath lovely, angel? I think you deserve this. It’s definitely soothing my stuffed tummy.”

And maybe, the mention of Jimin being too stuffed reminds Jungkook of what started his panick attack in the first place. But looking down at Jimin’s swollen gut, and then up to meet the older’s loving, patient eyes.

He is trying so much for him, the way he always has. Ever since Jungkook first said he wanted to gain weight to his (formerly) fit boyfriend, who was trying so hard.

Jungkook wants to try too.

“The rubs feel better in the warm water too.” He comments softly, with a little smile. “At least from my experience.” He adds, as his hands reach behind him to caress Jimin's belly. “Did you ever try it?”

“I haven't...” Jimin smiles, lovingly down at the boy. “Why don’t you do that for me? I bet I'll love it.”

And even though it’s demanding… Jungkook melts. He needs this now.

He needs to not think and for Jimin to lead him. All the numbness from the panic made him feel needy and weak… Jimin giving him soft commands felt… so right.

Jungkook turns around in the tub, careful not to spill water down the sides and fully faces Jimin. With a determined expression he begins kneading the roundness of the older’s belly.

He wants to be good, he wants to feel like he is capable; like hw is enough for him. Fulfilling small tasks like this is just a soft way to ease Jungkook.

And Jimin knows this, he must've with the way he drops his head back in bliss "Ah...Jungkookie, just like that." His hand reaches to tangle in his hair, urging the younger gently.

"G-good?" He asks with a small voice, gaze looking up at Jimin's blissed expression. Struggling to keep his eyes open, and eyebrows softly scrunched up.

"You were right, sweetheart. Feels amazing." Warmth spreads across Jungkook's chest from those words.

He is buzzing now, blushing happily as he completes the task Jimin gave him.

“Good angel, you’re doing so much, it feels amazing.”

He stares down at his hands, how they are big and still look small against the swell of Jimin's gut. Groping the taut skin, fingers sinking into the plush fat.

It still looks bloated, insanely so. But not as scary, not with the soft noises of pleasure slipping past his lips.

"Ah...Kookie.” He sighs. “Keep going, just like that." The hand combing through his locks is a constant grounding point. Jungkook’s hands tenderly massage the pain away from his food-stuffed gut.

The soft praises fill the room, Jimin's agitated quiet breaths, the occasional splashing of water that slightly overflows the tub. And it envelopes Jungkook almost entirely. So easy to focus on Jimin, his bliss, his sweet nothings breathed out with no pressure of needing a response.

He doesn't notice when his heart beat starts finally soothing, body stopped trembling, soul slowly returning back to his body with the gentle tugs of his boyfriend.

Jungkook doesn't know for how long they stayed there. But the water was cold, and the tips of his fingers were wrinkly. Not that he minds, he could stay like this forever, he thinks.

"You look like you're falling asleep, baby." Jimin chuckles softly.

"' 'm just relaxed" He slurs out, his arms sore from how long he's been kneading the older's belly. Reduced to the 'biscut-baking' of a cat now. He can feel the tension of his face completely dissolved, making his words straight up mumble, eyes struggling not to close.

“Why don’t we hop out? I’ll wrap you in a fluffy towel. We can watch a movie until we sleep. Does that sound nice? Like something we need?” The way Jimin is including himself in this, taking the burden of being ‘the cause’, away from the younger.

Jungkook nods almost sleepily, getting out with effort not to fall. He watches as Jimin heaves himself up, panting a little but significantly less than before. The older brings over a towel for his boyfriend, draping it over his shoulders carefully and holding the ends of it closed around JUngkook’s chest. It's large enough for both of them to fit… which is saying a lot.

As he is guided inside he gets the distinct lemon scent of their floor cleaner, the window is open letting the crisp breeze chill the room air pleasantly.

"Let's get you dressed." He says as he gently guides Jungkook further into the room. But the younger shakes his head, quickly. He just wants to get under the covers and hold Jimin as close as possible.

The older chuckles, though. "At least the underwear, baby." It feels like they've had this discussion many times, the familiarity of it all is soothing.

Jungkook lets himself be guided in front of the closet, steps into the leg holes of his underwear when Jimin asks; and shivers when he feels his boyfriends' caring fingers tug the boxers up his fattened thighs, leaving the elastic just under his overhang.

He even complies when Jimin pulls out one of his shirts, only to feel the way the older lets his hands caress a little longer under the shirt at Jungkook's body. Love evident in the way he traces his rolls, memorizing the curve of his stomach with no purpose.

Jimin pats the side gently, feeling the fat ripple. "So good for me, angel. Go tuck in, yeah?"

Jungkook nods quickly, waddling to the bed and tucking himself in underneath. He watches as Jimin dresses himself, in a small, tight-ish top and underwear. The usual. He smiles to himself as Jimin comes closer, eager for more affection.

“Good boy, baby. Should I get us movie snacks while you choose a film? No horror though. You know how I get.”

Jungkook just nods slowly - agreeing to anything Jimin says. His panic reduced him to feeling silent. But the older made sure to include his opinion and his thoughts.

Maybe under other circumstances, the idea of choosing a film could be anxiety inducing. But he doesn't even have the movie in mind, he just needs more of Jimin, close to his body, holding him in the only way that Jungkook feels safe.

So he is on complete autopilot choosing something, comforted from noises of rustling bags coming from the kitchen. But nothing beats the skipping of his heart when he sees Jimin emerge into the room, two tall mugs smelling of hot chocolate and a sorting of the sweets they have stocked up around the house.

He settles happily next to jungkook. "So, what are we watching?" He looks giddy, cheerful. The younger feels relief at the sight

Jungkook chooses not to speak, instead showing the title card on screen of a children’s animation. It’s calming… beautiful. They used to watch this at their old place.

Jimin coos, placing the sweets in accessible areas around the bed. Jungkook smiles a little, nuzzling into his boyfriend as he sets everything up onto the bed side table.

"It's been so long since we watched this." He grins at the screen automatically wrapping an arm around the expanse of Jungkook's back, hand settling at his waist as he hugs the younger close. "Great choice, Kookie." He says before pecking his forehead.

And Jungkook knows he is getting overly praised. But he soaks it all up. Jimin’s attention, his love, something he just can't get enough of. It feels so warm to have him close.

Jimin doesn't eat, still probably too stuffed; but Jungkook holds the bowls close to his chest while his cheek is squished against his boyfriend's chest. Move idly playing in the back of his mind.

He munches mindlessly - letting his hair get played and focusing on the warmth radiating off of Jimin. There’s no describable feeling other than overwhelming love. A soft noise slips past his closed lips as Jimin kisses his hair and he shifts a little - trying to get impossibly closer to his lover.

Any thoughts that had plagued him weren’t worth mentioning right now. Not when in these moments, Jimin's heart was welcoming him.