#bts masterlist

You thought you were ready. After 100 days. After that hug. After seeing the new version of Kim Namjoon who was… far more dangerous than you remembered. Turns out— you were wrong.

“Get in.”

Namjoon’s voice was low as he opened the car door for you. You got in, sat down, trying to look… normal. Even though your heartbeat still hadn’t settled since earlier at the apartment.

He closed the door. Walked around. Got into the driver’s seat. And the moment he sat down— you immediately felt the difference again. The car felt smaller. Not because the size changed. But because of him. Broad shoulders. Arms that now filled the space. An aura that was… too close.

“We’re going to the usual restaurant,” he said casually while starting the engine.

“Private room?” you turned to him.

He glanced at you briefly.

“Of course.”

You gave a small nod. The car started moving. And for the first few minutes— you tried to… calm down. Until— his hand moved. From the steering wheel. To your thigh.

You immediately tensed. “Namjoon.”

“Hmm?” His tone was casual. Like nothing was happening.

“Drive.”

“Left hand.”

“Namjoon.”

He smiled faintly. But his hand didn’t move. Instead, it tightened slightly.

“Miss you,” he murmured softly.

You held your breath. “Yeah but that doesn’t mean—”

“Doesn't that mean what?”

You turned to him. And he was looking at the road. But his jaw tightened slightly. “…you suddenly can’t control yourself in a public place.”

He laughed quietly. “This is our car.”

“Still public.”

He finally looked at you. “Sensitive, baby?”

Your chest immediately pounded. “Namjoon—”

Instead of removing his hand from your thigh, his hand moved slightly higher. Not too much. But enough… to make you even more aware.

“You said you like it,” he said softly.

You immediately stared straight ahead. “Doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want now.”

“Hmm.”

He looked like he was considering it, while gently stroking your thigh.

“…later then?”

He immediately turned to you.

“At my apartment.”

Silence. He stared at you. For a long moment. And for one second— you thought you said the wrong thing.

“…seriously?”

You swallowed hard. “…yeah.”

He smiled. Slow. Dangerous. “Okay.”

And his hand finally… moved down. But that didn’t mean it was over. Because now— the way he looked at you… was more intense. More focused. And that made you far more nervous.

“Seatbelt.”

You immediately put it on reflexively.

“Good.”

His tone sounded… way too satisfied. The drive felt longer than usual. Because you realized— this wasn’t just dinner. This was… something that would continue later. And you, who had just said “later”— were now starting to question your own decision.

Until finally— the car stopped. That restaurant. Your place.

He got out first. Opened the door for you. And the moment you stepped out— his hand was immediately on your back. Warm. Strong. Guiding.

“Namjoon…”

“Hmm?”

“Public.”

“Just guiding.”

You sighed softly. Once inside— you were immediately led to a private room. The door closed. And in one second— the atmosphere changed. Quieter. More intimate. More… dangerous.

“Sit down.”

That tone. Not harsh. But clear— he was the one in control.

You sat down. Without much protest. He sat across from you. Looking at you.

And he didn’t order immediately.

“…why are you looking at me like that?”

“Because I’m not done looking yet.”

Your heart immediately raced.

“100 days…”

he murmured softly. “…and you’re still the same.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Should I change?”

“No.”

He leaned forward slightly.

“It’s actually good.”

You bit your lip. Holding back a smile. The waiter came in. You both ordered.

And the moment the door closed again— he stood up. You immediately tensed.

“Namjoon.”

He walked toward you. Slowly. Calmly. And stopped right beside you. His hand touched your shoulder.

“Relax.”

“This is still a restaurant.”

“Private.”

You looked at him.

“…still not the place.”

He stayed silent for a moment.

Then— his hand moved up. Touching your jaw gently. A contrast to how big his body was now.

“You said later.” His voice was low.

You held your breath. “…yeah.”

“So right now I’m just… making installments.”

You immediately turned your face away. Holding back a smile.

“So annoying.”

He laughed softly. His hand dropped. But didn’t move away. Still on you. And every little touch— felt clearer. Stronger. More… enough to make you aware.

“Namjoon…”

“Hmm?”

“…hold back.”

He stopped. Looking at you.

“Why?”

“Because if you keep going…” you swallowed hard, “…I’m the one who won’t be able to hold back.”

Silence. His eyes changed again. Darker. Deeper.

“…you sure?”

You nodded slowly.

“…yeah.”

He took a breath. Then stepped back. Sitting down in his chair again. But his eyes— never left you.

“Okay.”

His tone sounded heavier now.

“But don’t blame me later.”

You smiled faintly.

“…I’m the one who said it, right?”

“Exactly.”

The food arrived. You both ate. But the atmosphere— wasn’t like usual.— More tense. Fuller. More… meaningful. And under the table— his leg lightly touched yours.

Not too much. But enough— to remind you. He was here. And he… wasn’t going to take it easy tonight.

“Use my card.”

You let out a breath.

“Of course.”

He smiled. Satisfied. And you knew— tonight wasn’t over yet. It hadn’t even started.

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The drive back from the restaurant felt… different. Quieter, but not empty—if anything, it was full. You sat beside Kim Namjoon, trying to focus on the road ahead, but his presence next to you was impossible to ignore. His body now—bigger, broader—even from this close felt like it was “pressing” into the space around you. And what made you even more nervous… this time he was completely silent.

Not relaxed silence. But the kind of silence that… was holding back.

His hands stayed on the steering wheel, his jaw slightly tense, occasionally glancing at you—quickly, but enough to make your heart jump. You knew he remembered. About what you told him earlier. “Later at my apartment.”

And now… you were almost there.

“You’re really quiet,” you finally spoke, trying to sound normal.

He didn’t answer immediately. A few seconds passed before he exhaled softly. “I’m listening to you.”

You turned quickly. “Huh?”

“You told me to hold back.”

His tone was low, calm—but there was clearly something underneath it. Something that made your stomach twist strangely.

“…well that’s good.”

“Not necessarily.”

You immediately fell silent.

The car stopped in front of your apartment. No extra conversation. No teasing. He got out first, walked around the car, opened the door for you like usual—but this time, the moment you stood in front of him, he didn’t immediately step back. His hand went straight to your waist. Warm. Strong. Too familiar.

“Come in,” he said softly.

You nodded, trying to stay calm even though your heartbeat had become impossible to negotiate with. The moment you both stepped inside the apartment, the door closed—and the click of it felt like it changed everything.

Quiet.

Private.

And now… there were no more excuses.

You had just started walking further inside when his hand pulled you back. Fast. Not rough, but firm. Your body immediately collided with his chest—and this time, there was no restaurant uniform, no distance, no other people.

Just him.

And his body now felt… far more real.

“…Namjoon.”

Your voice was soft, almost like a breath.

“Hmm?”

He didn’t let go of you immediately. If anything—the opposite. His hand tightened slightly on your back, as if making sure you weren’t going anywhere.

“You said later,” he whispered near your ear.

Your chest trembled.

“…yeah.”

“This is later.”

You swallowed hard. And even though this wasn’t the first time you’d been this close—not the first time you’d been in his arms like this—it still… made you nervous. In fact, now it felt even stronger.

Maybe because he changed. Or maybe because the way he held you now… felt more certain. More dominant.

His hand moved slowly along your back, sliding upward slightly, then back down again. Not rushed. Not rough. But enough to make you aware every second that he was really here.

“…you’re different,” you whispered.

He pulled back slightly, enough to see your face. “Worse?”

You shook your head softly, your breathing still uneven. “Harder to handle.”

The corner of his lips lifted slightly. “Good.”

You tried to hold back a smile, but failed. And without realizing it, your hand moved up—touching his arm again. Just like earlier. But now, more freely. Longer. You could clearly feel the firmer muscles beneath your touch.

“…I really like this.”

You didn’t even realize you said it that calmly.

His eyes immediately changed. More focused. Deeper.

“Yeah?” his voice dropped lower.

You nodded honestly. “A lot.”

Silence for a moment. But not empty silence—more like… something forming.

His hand moved up, gently holding your face. His thumb brushed your cheek softly—a contrast to how much bigger his body felt now.

“Namjoon…” your voice turned quieter, almost unconsciously pleading.

He leaned closer, his lips barely brushing your ear. “Earlier you told me to hold back.”

Pause.

“Now you’re the one who can’t hold back, huh?”

Your cheeks heated up, but you couldn’t deny it. “…yeah.”

He laughed softly. Low. And this time, he didn’t hold back anymore. You leaned in slightly. And he immediately caught that. His hand returned to your waist, pulling you closer without hesitation. The embrace changed—closer, deeper—and you could feel how his body now truly “filled” the space between you. Warm. Strong. And honestly… you loved it.

Your breathing became uneven. Not because it felt unfamiliar—but because the intensity was different. Stronger. More real.

“Nervous?” he whispered softly.

You let out a quiet laugh. “…a little.”

“Even though this isn’t the first time.”

“That’s exactly why,” you lifted your face slightly, looking at him, “you’re different now.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Scaring you?”

You shook your head. “Making it hard for me to say no.”

He smiled. Slow. Satisfied.

“Good answer.”

His arms tightened around you again, and you let yourself sink deeper into it. No rush. No need. Because what you felt now wasn’t just missed affection finally released… but something more.

The way he touched you—more confident. The way he looked at you—deeper. And the way you responded… without much resistance. You rested your head against his chest again. Listening to his heartbeat. Stronger than you remembered.

“…I missed this,” you whispered.

His hand immediately rubbed your back gently. “Me too, baby.”

You closed your eyes for a moment. And for a few seconds, neither of you did anything except stand there—close, warm, calming each other. But you knew… tonight wasn’t over yet. And from the way he was holding you now—he knew it too. And this time… you weren’t going to tell him to “hold back” anymore.

Namjoon’s hands wandered all over your body, enjoying the feel of your skin through the fabric, occasionally squeezing teasingly—giving special attention to your ass. His lips traveled down your neck, finding the weak spot only he knew about. All you could do was tilt your head back, enjoying his sweet kisses and the gentle brush of his teeth against your skin every now and then.

You pushed him against the wall. Standing on your tiptoes, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed a very soft kiss to his collarbone.

Namjoon let out a low sound vibrating in his chest, and for a second you wanted to joke that he sounded like he was purring, but he kissed you before the words could even leave your mouth—and you didn’t mind at all, because kissing him was far more enjoyable than any joke you could have made.

You lowered your kisses from his face, his jaw, down to his chest, and the moment he realized what you were about to do, he took a deep breath.

It wasn’t like this was something new—obviously the two of you had crossed this line before, because how could you not—but this was the first time you were doing it in a position like this. And even though a small part of you wanted to cringe at the thought that he might instantly get turned on by you literally kneeling in front of him, you also… understood. After all, this wasn’t his request. This was entirely your own desire.

You licked your lips, slipping your fingers beneath his pants, undoing the button before pulling them down. He was already half hard, and you noticed the dark look he gave you as he braced himself against the table near the door. You wasted no time, wrapping your hand around him as much as you could. He felt heavy in your hand, his velvety skin bringing back every memory and making you appreciate his thickness all over again.

As you softly kissed the small patch of hair near his base, you felt him twitch beneath your fingers, and you grinned proudly. Slowly moving toward the tip, you made sure to kiss every inch of skin. His eyes squeezed shut and his mouth fell open every time your lips touched him.

You immediately took him into your mouth—without hesitation—and couldn’t stop the smile spreading across your face when he moaned at the sudden sensation. You weren’t playing around—you sucked him with your tongue and lips, hollowing your cheeks on the upward motion and occasionally humming softly around him.

As he felt the warmth of your mouth surrounding him, his hand moved into your hair. He held your head but didn’t push you further, letting you set your own rhythm. You created the perfect pace that left him breathless and twitching inside your mouth. With every movement of your tongue and lips, you tried taking him deeper, enjoying the taste of him that you had missed so much. He was already used to the warmth and wetness of your mouth, gripping your hair tightly but doing nothing else because he was afraid of hurting you.

A while later, Namjoon’s breathing became faster, his hips struggling not to thrust into your throat. You glanced up at him and saw his eyes still shut, lips slightly parted. Then he told you he was getting close. He gently tapped your head, signaling you to stop. He actually really wanted to finish in your mouth and let you swallow, but that wasn’t something you were comfortable with.

“Why?” you asked innocently, like a child who had just pulled a lollipop out of their mouth.

Namjoon only shook his head softly and took your hand, leading you toward your bedroom. If he was going to do this, he was going to do it properly in your bed.

After entering your bedroom, Namjoon didn’t waste any more time. He started taking off his clothes one by one.

“Take off your dress.” Namjoon requested. His eyes never left you as you tried to slip your dress off.

Namjoon quickly grabbed a condom from the drawer beside your bed and put it on himself just as quickly. The moment your body touched the mattress, you already knew—this time was different. Namjoon didn’t give you time. No pause. No gentle transition.

He immediately pinned you beneath him—rougher than before—your hands locked above your head until your wrists hurt slightly.

“Namjoon—slow down—”

“No.”

The answer was quick. Flat. Final. Your breath immediately caught. His gaze dropped to you—sharp, dark, and leaving absolutely no room for compromise.

“You started this,” he said softly, but the pressure in every word was unmistakable. “So don’t ask me to stop halfway through now.”

Your heart pounded wildly. A part of you wanted to pull away. But your body—didn’t move. He noticed that. And that alone was enough to push him further into his rougher side.

His movements were immediately heavy. Deep. Without warning. You gasped, your body instantly tensing beneath him. Your hands gripped the sheets tightly, your breathing breaking into uneven fragments.

“Joon—slow—please—”

He didn’t slow down. Instead, his grip tightened. “Take it.”

His tone was lower now. Deeper. Like an order you couldn’t refuse. Tears began filling your eyes before you even realized it. Your body started trembling—not just from the sensation, but because you were genuinely overwhelmed trying to keep up with a rhythm that gave you no breaks.

With one quick movement, Namjoon flipped you onto his lap so you were facing him. Namjoon knew you liked this position, so he let you stay on top for a while. In this position, you were the one in control, while Namjoon only occasionally held your hips steady. He could relax freely while watching your expressions in the middle of your pleasure, and it only made him more excited.

Namjoon adjusted his position, leaning his head against the headboard while licking his lower lip. You lifted yourself slightly, positioning him so he could slide inside you, barely hurting at all because you were already completely soaked. Both of you moaned when Namjoon fully entered your body. “Nnggh~” Namjoon shut his eyes briefly, feeling the warm, wet walls of your body around him.

The movements started slowly before getting faster, making your moans grow louder. Namjoon’s hand automatically moved to your chest, massaging it gently. He tried focusing on the sight in front of him while you continued riding him, your expression full of pleasure, your lower lip caught between your teeth looking incredibly tempting to him. Occasionally, Namjoon’s lips brushed against you before he started sucking on your hardened nipple that seemed to exist only for him. Your moans became louder, signaling you were close. Namjoon helped by thrusting upward into you. You could feel him reaching the deepest parts inside you. After several more movements, your body trembled, showing that you had reached your climax. Slowly, you lifted yourself off him.

But that wasn’t the end, because Namjoon still hadn’t finished.

“One more, baby,” Namjoon said while guiding your body to face the headboard, lifting your hips up. He was still completely hard. As you already knew, this was Namjoon’s favorite position. One of his hands wrapped around himself, guiding himself slowly into you from behind. Both of you moaned softly at the familiar feeling of being connected again. Your warm, wet walls tightened around him.

“Hold onto the headboard.” Namjoon ordered, and you obeyed immediately.

Namjoon pulled out slightly but kept the tip pressed against your slick walls before pushing back in again. “Mmmh…” He started moving slowly, but with a steady rhythm that quickly left you breathless. You knew exactly what he was doing—trying not to finish too quickly. He kept thrusting in and out for several minutes, making you tighten around him even more.

“You like it, baby?” Namjoon asked while squeezing your ass and occasionally spanking it.

“Y-yes~” you answered shakily.

Namjoon kept moving his hips, his rhythm becoming slightly faster. You couldn’t form words anymore, only answering with moans.

“Joon, faster please~” you whimpered.

“Hold on a little longer, baby.” Namjoon’s slow pace tortured you. After several more thrusts, your moans became completely uneven.

“Namjoon… stop… I—”

He immediately gripped your waist harder. He didn’t stop. Didn’t soften. Tears fell from your eyes. Real tears. Your body trembled beneath him, your breathing chaotic, your voice breaking apart beyond your control.

But he—kept moving. Namjoon quickly found your G-spot. This time his movements were deeper. More consistent. Like he was testing your limits… while still keeping full control. And the most confusing part—in the middle of everything… you didn’t feel forced. You felt… held in place. Restrained. Controlled.

And your body—slowly started responding differently. Your trembling changed. Not just from being overwhelmed. But because the sensation kept growing deeper, fuller, making you completely lose control.

“I-I can’t take it anymore, Joon~” A moment later you couldn’t hold it back anymore, letting out a shaky moan of relief while Namjoon continued thrusting into you with a faster, steady rhythm. Your body shivered from the vibrations he created. Both of Namjoon’s hands held your hips firmly, keeping you from pulling away. You looked back, your hand reaching toward him.

“J-Joon, please…” you cried out, trying to stop him because your body was trembling violently, but Namjoon ignored it.

“Take it,” he repeated, firmer this time. “Don’t run away,” Namjoon ordered while continuing his relentless movements.

The orgasm you felt was completely different from before. Sex with Namjoon had always felt amazing, but this time the pleasure was multiplied several times over. It felt completely different from anything before.

You dropped your head onto the pillow because you no longer had the strength to hold it up, letting Namjoon keep taking you a little roughly. Unexpectedly… you actually liked it quite a lot. One of Namjoon’s hands reached between your legs, rubbing your clit until you buried your face into the pillow just to scream. You tried pushing him out of you, but it was useless because Namjoon locked your hips down with both hands.

“Joon~ stop~” you whispered weakly. Usually you could handle it, but this time it had gone beyond the limit you normally could take. Namjoon’s hips moved faster and faster until finally he let out a deep moan of relief, emptying himself into the condom still inside your body, making sure he finished completely. Your body shook from the sensation.

You looked at the bed, soaked as if you had wet yourself. You almost felt embarrassed seeing it. But Namjoon only smiled—he knew exactly what had happened to your body. You had squirted.

The two of you lay there staring at the bedroom ceiling, both breathing heavily. Namjoon turned toward you and noticed the tears still falling from your eyes. He immediately looked startled and gently held your face, stroking it softly.

“Hey… hey…” His voice completely changed. Lower. Be more careful. “Look at me.”

You looked at him, still trembling. Still panting. His eyes searched your face immediately. “Did I go too far?”

You stayed silent for a few seconds. Your body still hasn't fully recovered yet. Then slowly—you shook your head. “…no.”

He still didn’t look fully convinced until you grabbed his shirt gently, pulling him closer.

“…I liked it,” you whispered, your voice still trembling.

His expression changed. Shocked. Then something darker appeared in his eyes again—but restrained this time. “Seriously?”

You gave a small nod. Tears still lingered in your eyes. But you smiled faintly. “Only… here.”

He stared at you for a long time. Then exhaled softly, kissing your forehead gently—a complete contrast to earlier.

“Of course.”

His hand slowly stroked your hair. Comforting. Protective. But his whisper against your ear stayed the same—low. Dangerous.

“When we’re in bed…”

“…don’t ask me to be gentle, baby.”

And this time—you weren’t trembling from fear. But because you knew… you would still choose that side of him.

Afterward, he helped you walk to the bathroom so you could clean up together. Then the two of you moved to the guest bedroom because of one thing you couldn’t quite explain that had happened to your bed earlier.

You apologized to him, but Namjoon only showed his deep dimples. Namjoon always looked handsome and sweet—who would’ve thought this man was such a maniac in bed.

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The day he officially finished his military service—it felt like your world finally had its colors back. Kim Namjoon stood in front of you without a uniform, without time restrictions, without weekend rules. Just him. And you. And honestly… you realized one thing immediately: you weren’t ready to lose this current version of him.

“You keep staring at me,” he set his bag down, one eyebrow lifting slightly.

You leaned back against the sofa, not embarrassed at all. “I’m appreciating.”

“Appreciating what?”

“God’s creation in its peak phase.”

He let out a short laugh. “Dramatic.”

“You’re 80 kilos, Namjoon. This isn’t dramatic, this is a visual fact.”

He shook his head, but you could see him holding back a smile. You stood up, walked closer, and without much hesitation immediately wrapped your arms around him. That hug—again—immediately made you fall silent. Warm. Full. Comforting in a way that was hard to explain.

“…this is what I mean,” you murmured softly against his chest.

“What part?” his low voice came from above your head.

“You’re such a big boy now.” You tightened your arms around him slightly. “You’re nice to hug.”

He stayed quiet for a second. Then his arms wrapped around you in return, stronger. “Missed this.”

“Same.”

You stayed like that for a few seconds before he finally pulled back slightly. “But… I have to start working out again.”

You immediately frowned. “Huh?”

“BTS is making a comeback. I need to lose weight.”

Silence. You stared at him. For a long time. A very long time.

“…no.”

He raised an eyebrow. “No?”

“No.”

He almost laughed. “Y/N.”

“I’m serious.” You pointed at him from head to toe. “This is perfect.”

“This is overweight by my work standards.”

“This is perfect by my hugging standards.”

He tried holding back his laughter, but failed. “You’re selfish.”

“Very.”

You stepped closer again, your hands automatically touching his arm once more. Still the same—solid, firm, and honestly making you even less willing to let go.

“I like this,” you said softly, honestly. “A lot.”

His eyes softened slightly. “I know.”

“Then why do you want to get rid of it?”

“Not get rid of it. Adjust it.”

“That sounds the same.”

He sighed softly before pulling you down to sit on the sofa. But instead of sitting far away—he sat extremely close, your knees almost touching. His hand stayed on you, as if it had already become a habit.

“I need to get back into the shape that fits my job,” he said quietly. “But that doesn’t mean I disappear.”

You narrowed your eyes. “But my big boy disappears.”

He immediately laughed. “Your big boy?”

“Yeah.”

“Since when did I become completely yours?”

“You’ve always been mine.”

He looked at you. For a long moment. Then shook his head slowly while smiling. “You really…”

“What?”

“You make it hard to focus.”

“Good.”

You rested your head on his shoulder. Reflexively. And he immediately adjusted, lowering himself slightly so you’d be more comfortable. Such a small thing. But you always noticed it.

“…I’m genuinely sad if you get skinny again,” you murmured softly.

He stayed quiet. Then his hand slowly rubbed your arm. “You’ll still like me.”

“Different.”

“Why different?”

You lifted your face slightly, looking at him seriously. “This version… feels nicer.”

He laughed softly. “Nicer how?”

You huffed. “Don’t make me explain.”

“Explain.”

“Namjoon…”

“Y/N.”

You covered your face briefly before finally giving in. “Because… you feel better to hug. Warmer. Fuller.” You looked at him again. “More you.”

Silence for a moment. And this time, he didn’t immediately joke around.

His hand moved up, touching your cheek softly. “I’m still me.”

You nodded slightly. “I know. But I’m still allowed to have preferences.”

He smiled faintly. “So you prefer me a little thicker?”

“I prefer this version of you.” You answered immediately.

He looked at you for a few seconds before exhaling softly. “If I lose a little… will you still hug me?”

You immediately moved closer again without permission, wrapping your arms around him tighter. “I’ll hug you no matter what.”

“Good answer.”

“But…” you added quickly, “if possible, don’t get too skinny.”

He laughed quietly. “I’m not trying to get skinny. Just lean.”

“That sounds depressing.”

“For you.”

“Yes.”

He shook his head before pulling you closer to his side. His hand rested on your waist, casual but still carrying the same control as always. “You really are… older but still…”

“Still what?”

“Clingy.”

You immediately looked at him. “I’m older.”

“And I’m still the one taking care of you.”

The answer came immediately. Without hesitation. Like always. And strangely—that made you go quiet. Because you liked it.

“When are you starting to work out?” you finally asked.

“Tomorrow.”

“So fast.”

“Comeback target.”

You let out a long sigh before resting your head on him again. “Okay… but I have one request.”

“What?”

“While you’re not skinny yet…” you glanced at him, “…let me enjoy this first.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Enjoy?”

You smiled faintly. “Yeah.”

He leaned slightly closer, his voice dropping lower. “You’ve been way too honest today.”

“You’re the one forcing me.”

“And now I’m curious.”

“About?”

“How much you ‘like’ this version of me.”

Your chest immediately started pounding again. The way he spoke—still the same. Dominant. Calm. But it always hit.

You didn’t answer with words. You just moved closer. And hugged him again. Tighter. Closer. And this time… longer.

He immediately hugged you back without hesitation, his arms locking you in place as if making sure you weren’t going anywhere. “Okay,” he murmured softly, “I’m starting to understand.”

You smiled faintly against his chest. “Good.”

He laughed softly. “But still… I’m going to work out.”

You sighed. “I know.”

“And you’re still here.”

“Yeah.”

“And still getting hugged.”

You lifted your face slightly. “That’s mandatory.”

He smiled before pulling you even closer again. “Deal.”

And in that moment—you realized one thing: no matter if he changed shape, no matter if he went back to being lean, or stayed a big boy like this… what never changed was the way he held you. The way he took care of you. And the way you… always came back to him.

But for now? You still had time. To enjoy—this version of him that you absolutely loved.

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