summary: Jisung was curious about his upstairs neighbor who always seemed to be making noise; thanks to an unlikely situation, he was going to learn much more about him.
a/n : Finally i'm back postiiiinnnngg
Might not promise to become active as i used to but i'll try my best hehe
But to thank you for your constant support, regardless of the circumstances, I wanted to write a short fic, a bit like in my early years here : simple but sweet stories with all the things I love: minsung, cats, and fluff with a few twist 👀
Working from home had many advantages. Waking up at whatever time he wanted, not having to dress properly, enjoying a familiar environment far from the stressful atmosphere of big companies : that’s what Jisung loved.
Ever since the day he graduated, he had dreaded the inevitable moment every student faced: applying, attending interviews, waiting, hoping for nothing, and starting over again and again before finally finding a company that would take him and having to cling to it as if his life depended on it.
So, with a degree in musicology in hand, he was already anxious, convinced that no agency would want him as a producer. Since high school, he had already made a few productions and even ghostwritten for some underground artists, but that hadn’t brought him much recognition. He eventually turned to the most stable way to make a living from his passion: getting hired by an agency.
Surprisingly, things went better than he had expected.
Eight years later, he was a successful composer and producer at JYP Entertainment. Over the years, his talent had earned him more comfortable working conditions ones that suited him.
Whenever he wasn’t helping record groups or attending meetings, he worked from home, or sometimes from cafés.
This new lifestyle, though recent, suited him perfectly. It felt like living the dream.
At least… until the tenants of apartment 0801, right above his, moved in.
It wasn’t bad enough to drive him crazy, but it was enough to frustrate him a little more each day.
Honestly, Jisung didn’t even know what exactly he was complaining about.
Every day, he heard heavy thumping sounds, as if someone were constantly moving furniture. At first, he assumed the new residents were still settling in. But as time passed, the noises continued.
It was never loud music or late-night construction , just those dull, rhythmic sounds that always managed to disturb his peace and forced him to work with his headphones permanently on.
Still, Jisung tried to be understanding. Maybe it was a couple with a baby? In that case, they really should’ve put down a rug!
Or maybe it was a disabled person? Or an elderly neighbor using a walker? Just thinking about it made him feel guilty for being annoyed.
Besides, except for mornings and evenings, Jisung spent most of his time glued to his computer, headphones on, producing music or watching a Ghibli movie at night when he couldn’t fall asleep.
But as the weeks went by, his curiosity kept growing. He just couldn’t find the courage to go upstairs and confront his neighbor about the strange noises. He only hoped that somehow, the right occasion would come along.
Little did he know, that moment would come sooner than he thought.
That occasion was named Dori , a tabby cat belonging to apartment 0801, who, after attempting to get some fresh air on the balcony, had stumbled and by sheer luck ended up on the balcony of 0701.
Alerted by the sudden noise followed by plaintive meows, Jisung took off his headphones and noticed the poor frightened and confused animal on his balcony.
He quickly moved toward it, letting it into his living room to prevent anything worse from happening.
The cat seemed timid and scared, but faced with Jisung’s calm and patient demeanor, it followed him without hesitation, curling up in his arms while Jisung tried to understand how a cat could possibly have landed on the seventh floor of an apartment building.
Then suddenly, he understood as if a bright idea had just flashed through his mind.
-“You’re exactly what I needed,” he said, holding the cat tighter in his arms. The cat didn’t resist, seemingly used to such gestures.
Jisung hurried to get ready, trying to look at least somewhat presentable before confronting the neighbor who had intrigued him for weeks.
He rang the bell once, and heard a voice in the distance that seemed to be getting closer before the intercom came on.
-“Are you the delivery guy? I just ordered some food five minutes ago,” the voice echoed, sounding a little confused.
The voice belonged to a man who seemed to be about the same age as Jisung, which reassured him but also made him a little more nervous. He cleared his throat softly before speaking, turning toward the camera.
-"No... actually... actually, I'm Han Jisung. I live on the floor below, in apartment 0701. A cat landed on my balcony. Is it yours?" He asked before carrying the feline forward in front of the camera.
He didn't have to wait long for a response, as the voice sighed in surprise before opening the door without hesitation. Jisung was finally face to face with the neighbor who had intrigued him so much.
-"Dori ah! How did you end up here? I knew I shouldn't have left the window open. How could you do that while I was busy cleaning, Soonie?"
Facing Jisung was a young man, the same age as him, maybe a little older. He hadn't even noticed him and had taken the cat in his arms, cradling it like a baby while seeming to lecture him.
Jisung analyzed him more deeply, surprised to find him cute, almost forgetting the main purpose of his visit. His neighbor had a gentle face, his hair was bleached but the color suited him well. But what went unnoticed was obviously his body. Although he was a little taller than him, he was much broader than Jisung. His sweater seemed to be fighting for space and kept riding up, giving a clear view of his stomach. Jisung couldn't tell if it was bloated from food, given the few crumbs on the collar, or if his stomach was just huge.
Looking down, he noticed that the lower half of his body was just as big, his thighs trapped in training shorts that were stretched tight across his thighs and hips.
Maybe that was the cause of the heavy noises. Was his neighbor just so big that every step made the floor shake? The very idea seemed to excite him slightly.
He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't even notice that his neighbor was trying to get his attention.
-“Excuse me... what were you saying?” he asked, looking up at him with a slight, confused pout, which softened his counterpart's gaze, who smiled gently at him.
-“I was just offering you something to eat to thank you. I ordered some food, and I'd like to share it with you to thank you for bringing Dori home.”
Jisung didn't take long to respond, and unsurprisingly, he accepted the proposal.
So, after some hesitation, he timidly entered. The apartment was almost identical to his own, except for the different decor. The living room, although simple, had a large cabinet with several manga books and a few figurines. Surprisingly, there was a large rug on the living room floor with many trees, hags, and other accessories that were surely for his cats.
His neighbor, whose name he had just learned, Lee Mingo, had not one, not two, but three cats, who soon made their appearance, curious about the new guest but not intimidated. The ginger cat even rubbed up against him in a friendly manner.
-"That means he likes you. Honestly, Soonie is usually quite reserved with strangers," said Minho, who was more familiar than he would have thought. Suddenly, all the resentment he had felt towards his loud noises disappeared under the soft sound of his voice, while Jisung felt his heart pounding in his chest.
As they settled down on the sofa, they got to know each other better. Minho was an ordinary office worker, but you could tell from his voice that it wasn't something he was really passionate about.
His eyes lit up when he learned about Jisung's job. Knowing that he worked for one of the biggest entertainment agencies was clearly a factor that made everyone adore him.
-" You're lucky to be doing what you love," he said simply, and yet despite his smile, there was a hint of sadness that seemed to pierce Minho, pricking Jisung, who wanted to know more.
-“It's nothing, you know, you just have to believe in your dreams,” he tried to retort.
-“Sure, but sometimes life offers us a different destiny.”
Minho's smile faded slowly before he gently raised his head, blushing slightly with shame.
-“I've... ruined the mood, haven't I?” he asked with a nervous laugh.
-"Absolutely not! I imagine you've been through something difficult, and I'm sorry if I brought back painful memories."
-“No, don't worry... it's just... no, it's ridiculous, you'll think I'm crazy.”
But just as Jisung was about to reply, the doorbell rang. Minho's eyes lit up as he muttered, “It's the delivery guy,” and after a few attempts, he got up and waddled slowly to the door, returning a few moments later with five bags of food.
Jisung thought he was hallucinating. Five bags?! That was enough to feed an entire family. Even if he shared it with him, Jisung would have enough for tonight and tomorrow.
-“I don't know if there will be enough for both of us... Are you sure you're okay with that?” Minho asked innocently, while Jisung looked at him, perplexed, before agreeing, refraining from saying that there was more than enough for two.
At least, that was until he saw Minho eat. It was as if he was inhaling it. Jisung had barely taken a bite of a French fry when Minho was already on his second burger, breathing heavily with every mouthful.
He didn't know how he had ended up in this situation, but surprisingly, he wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere else.
He knew he had always preferred men, and recently, after a one-night stand with one of his colleagues, Changbin, he realized he liked more chuncky men. But Minho was much more than that. No sooner had he met him than he was so captivated by the sight that he forgot to eat, focusing instead on the food that was disappearing as Minho's stomach gradually expanded.
When there was nothing left, Jisung thought it was over, so impressed by Minho that he could have jumped on him if he hadn't been well-mannered and educated.
But then he noticed his hand trying to grab a bag on the floor, but he was so weak that he struggled to accomplish this simple task. Jisung immediately helped him and grabbed the bag for him to take out its contents.
There were three puddings, all in fairly large ramekins with a sponge cake and a layer of whipped cream on top. How did Minho still have room for that?
-“I love pudding,” he said between two heavy breaths, as if that justified it.
-“I understand, I love cheesecake, I think I could eat it every day without getting tired of it,” replied Jisung as he handed him the first pudding, causing their hands to touch for a brief moment, creating a kind of electric shock.
His words seemed to reassure Minho, who happily ate his pudding without fear of Jisung's gaze or judgment, even though Jisung seemed to be watching him a little too intently.
-“You know, you can help me instead of looking at me like that,” he said teasingly, not expecting him to take the initiative and take the pudding from his hands to feed him.
The room quickly fell silent, the only sound being the spoon alternating between the pot and Minho's mouth, who let out a few sounds of pleasure before sighing deeply, his hands on his stomach. He had clearly eaten too much.
Jisung still seemed to want to take the lead, so after asking his permission, he moved a little closer to him and gently rubbed his rock-hard stomach. He must have already been full before this meal even started.
-“Oh fuck... I could die at this moment,” Minho muttered between breaths as Jisung chuckled softly.
Who would have thought that rescuing cats would lead to this?
After that moment, they talked a little more before Jisung left, saying goodbye to him and his cats before returning to his apartment completely confused and blushing as he realized what had just happened.
If only he knew that this was only the beginning.
One Saturday morning, it was still early, Jisung was coming back from a workout with Changbin when he received a message from him, thinking at first that he had forgotten something.
“Jisung, ah, it looks like you, doesn't it?”
The message was followed by a YouTube video link. He clicked on it and came across an unknown channel called Linoiscute_98 with a video titled “My sexy neighbor feeds me!”
He was horrified to discover that the scene he had experienced a few days earlier with Minho had actually been filmed. He had cut out their conversation before and after the meal, cut out their faces, replacing his with a rabbit sticker with a smirk and Jisung's with a quokka sticker.
Taken aback, he read a few comments that surprised him just as much.
Bboklix: Wow, it's like you two were made for each other.
CutieDwaekki: Make him cheesecake!
MongMong_00: You've been telling us about your sexy neighbor for so long!
The last one caught his attention, so he searched his neighbor's YouTube channel, discovering a side of him he would never have suspected.
His videos were clearly fetishistic in nature, with lots of mukbang videos and others where he tried to learn K-pop group dances, making his big body shake more than anything else. However, judging by the noise it made on the video, he now understood where those heavy noises were coming from.
But as he delved deeper into the rabbit hole, he discovered a playlist of videos of all kinds called “My Sexy Neighbor.” Each video was just Minho talking about Jisung, nicknaming him his “sexy neighbor” whom he had met for the first time when he moved in. Jisung had come back from a workout and was still sweaty, wearing a tank top that showed off his chest tattoo for all to see. That day, he had bumped into Minho, who dropped his box on the floor. Jisung helped him up and gave him back his box before leaving.
Honestly, Jisung didn't even remember that moment, but knowing that from that day on, Minho had developed a certain crush on him made him feel all kinds of things.
Other videos were just anecdotes with a mukbang where Minho talked about how his sexy neighbor would come home sweaty from the gym, how he was so muscular and healthy compared to him, who was getting a little heavier every day. Some other were kind of roleplay video with the viewer playing the "sexy neighbor" teasing Minho for letting himself go.
Without realizing it, Jisung had watched almost all of the content on his channel. He was torn between feeling violated in his privacy and at the same time flattered by him, while also being very excited to see his neighbor, who was slightly chubby at the beginning of his videos, get fatter and become bigger and bigger over the years.
He hadn't even asked Changbin where he had found this video, but he rushed to apartment 0801 and rang the doorbell several times in a row.
Minho took a while to open the door and was confused and surprised to see him, but at the same time, a look of joy spread across his face.
-“Jisung, what are you doing here?”
Jisung, not knowing how to respond, showed him the screen of his phone with the video featuring Jisung before simply saying, “Didn't I deserve an explanation?”
Minho blushed, realizing the turn their conversation was taking.
-“I... I can explain everything... I...”
-“...Are you curently filming?”
“No, I promise! I was just about to, but...”
He was interrupted by Jisung, who stepped forward, slammed the front door, and kissed him passionately. It was a kiss filled with desire, which Minho quickly returned as Jisung pinned him against the wall. The kiss intensified until they were both out of breath and reluctantly pulled apart.
-“Next time, ask me out on a date instead of filming me without my knowledge. Oh, and be careful with your dance videos, you make a lot of noise and I can hear it every time.”
Jisung walked away before heading to the front door, ready to leave.
-“Oh, and wear those gray shorts, they make your butt look great.”
He teased before leaving, leaving Minho completely confused.
Daily life hadn't really changed for Minho when he was a regular office worker; in the evenings, he was a YouTuber. However, in the last few weeks, his subscribers had noticed a change in his content. Linoiscute_98 was happier, his videos were often cut short, and he seemed out of breath, not to mention the fact that he had gained a significant amount of weight over the past few weeks, more than he had in recent years.
Although his face was hidden by a rabbit sticker, it was clearly round, and you could see a more prominent double chin, while his body had exploded like a balloon, his belly now resting on his knees, and his already softened chest resembling a real pair of growing breasts.
His thighs had thickened even more, and his old baggy shorts were now tight and stuck to his legs, unable to go beyond his ass.
The reason for this massive weight gain? From a few videos, his subscribers could see that Linoiscute_98's sexy neighbor was there more and more often, but this time under the name “my clingy boyfriend,” who was nicknamed HanQuokka and was clearly clingy. In the mukbang videos, he sat next to him feeding him; in the lifestyle videos, he did everything while letting Minho talk; and in the dance videos, he couldn't help but touch his body, causing the videos to be skipped several times because their content was clearly inappropriate.
But could we blame Jisung? His boyfriend was so sweet and soft.
One evening, they were both sitting on the sofa with a blanket, while Soonie Doongie and Dori were resting nearby. Lately, Minho had been taking up more and more space, but that was fine with Jisung because it gave him one more reason to stay close to him while the movie was playing.
-“Look at the screen, not me. You're the one who insisted we watch Howl's Moving Castle,” said Minho with a pout, gently rubbing his lover's shoulder.
-“I know this movie by heart. It's not my fault you're so handsome, jagi~”
Luckily, the lights were dim, so at least Jisung couldn't see Minho's blushing face.
-“You're ridiculous. If I'd known, I wouldn't have thrown Dori at your balcony.”
However, this statement did not fall on deaf ears. Jisung sat up confused and stared at him.
-“What do you mean, threw? You did it on purpose? Then why did you pretend you didn't know me? What if Dori hadn't landed on my balcony?”
But faced with this sudden interrogation, Minho regretted opening his mouth and blushed even more.
-“Um... well... look, it's your favorite part when Haru saves Sophie.”
“Yah, don't change the subject!”
It was going to be a long evening for Minho.
