#jungtae

Taeyong: Don't worry Doyoung! My love will protect you!

Doyoung: How the fuck is that going to help? That will make everything worse!

Jungwoo*jokingly*: Don't worry Doyoung! My love will protect you!

Doyoung: Thank you, I love you too!

Taeyong: Why?

Jungtae - Junghee/Taemin, 600wc, PG, cw for issues w/body image

for @taketaemtoyourleader’s #softjonghyun challenge

Written for the prompt: Literally soft chubby junghee

This is my first time writing girlee! I hope it’s not too bad!

Junghee was standing in her bedroom, eyeing herself in the full-length mirror. She was dressed down in pajamas: an oversized SNU shirt and a worn (but clean) pair of Taemin’s boxers that she had pilfered from their dresser.

She lifted the hem of her t-shirt with her right hand, pinching at the chub on her waist with her left. The soft skin between her thumb and forefinger blushed at the pressure and she let go, sighing at her reflection.

“Babe? Can you come in here for a minute?” Junghee called out, head half-turned.

She heard light footsteps and a moment later Taemin’s head popped through the crack in the door. He met her eyes in the mirror, a single eyebrow raised in curiosity. Junghee beckoned him closer and he entered fully, still in his work clothes, loosening his tie to hang it with his others before walking over. Her boyfriend hugged her from behind, hands going around her plump waist, burying his face in her neck.

“What’s going on?” He murmured against her shoulder.

“Do I look… different?” She asked uncertainly.

Taemin immediately stiffened and looked up to study his girlfriend’s visage in the glass, eyes roaming in appraisal.

“Your hair looks nice?” He tried.

Junghee snorted before pulling away to face him. “I’ve had this haircut for a month.”

“I like your hair in a bob like this.” He reached up to finger at the ends of her brown tresses. “It makes your face look fuller,” he said fondly.

“So my face does look fuller?” She asked. Junghee turned to look in the mirror again, brow creasing. “I know I’ve always been chubby, but I think I gained even more weight over the past few months,” she admitted concernedly.

Taemin poked a finger between her eyebrows, trying to smooth out the worry line there. “That’s good to hear,” he said.

“What?”

“You’re the kind of person that loses weight when you’re stressed. I’ve seen it happen. If you’re gaining weight then that must mean you’ve been doing okay, right?”

“I guess that’s one way of looking at it? I liked my weight before though. Now that I’ve actually seen the changes to my body, it’s a lot to take in,” she replied.

“I get that …but for the record, I think you look great.”

“Yeah but – ”

Taemin leaned forward, shushing her with a kiss. He guided Junghee to their bed, pulling them both up over the white duvet until she was settled underneath him, caged in with his arms on either side of her head.

“I” Kiss “Think” Kiss “You” Kiss “Look” Kiss “Amazing” Kiss “Always” Kiss

He pressed another soft peck to his girlfriend’s plush lips before moving down, languidly mouthing at her neck. Junghee sighed in content, his hands warm and familiar against the curves of her body. Taemin lifted the hem of her t-shirt, leaning over to blow a raspberry into her belly. She laughed and pulled him back up to lie on their sides, facing each other. He wove the fingers of his left hand into hers, their breaths mingling.

Taemin looked at her, eyes intense and serious as he finally spoke, “I don’t want to belittle your anxieties. If you really don’t like the new body, I can help you lose weight, if you want. We can go on a diet together or something. But I just wanted you to know I love you either way.”

Junghee brought their hands up together, pressing a gentle kiss to the patch of skin beneath his thumb.