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Namjoon sighed, leaning back into his chair.
They were quite low on cash nowadays, what with half of them having to pay off student loans and the rest still paying tuition, they simply just couldn’t make ends meet and still make rent with just the six of their salaries.
It was with heavy desperation that they decided to rent a free room out. It would definitely be uncomfortable for the boyfriends, so Namjoon had tasked himself on his day off to interview all their options, making sure they wouldn’t clash too badly as roommates.
None of the candidates so far were any kind of appealing, one being a heavy smoker with no regard for opening courtesy windows, another trying to move in with all 8 of their huskies, and one even trying to come onto Namjoon mid-interview. He was quickly losing hope.
“Seokjin-ssi, is it?” He asked, and glanced up to see quite possibly the most handsome man he’d seen in his life. He briefly mentally apologized to his boyfriends for the thought.
A pretty face with pretty pink lips sat on broad shoulders, a kind squishy smile gracing his face. Namjoon couldn’t help but blush.
“Yes.”
“What qualities would you say-“
“Okay, look, I know this is an interview and all but hear me out.”
Namjoon stared.
“I’m loaded, I can cook really well, and I literally clean in my sleep. I’m quite handsome to bat.” He paused to frame his face with his hands, as if to emphasize. Then his face turned serious.
“And I really need this room!” Seokjin pleaded, both determination and desperation swirling in his eyes.
“I’m not sure, Seokjin-ssi-“
“And I’ll pay three times the price of rent- all of yours and mine!” He determinedly cut in. Namjoon paused.
“Uh,” Namjoon cleared his throat, “okay?”
Seokjin squealed with joy, jumping up and down for a few seconds before regaining his composure.
“You definitely won’t regret this!”
He had a feeling he would definitely come to regret it.
Seokjin moved in shortly after, with far more luggage than any of the boys expected. He settled in easily.
Turns out, he had no actual reason to be rooming with six other men- he was loaded, just as he’d claimed.
What had actually happened was Seokjin, always forgetful, hadn’t remembered to look into housing before the semester began. By the time he looked into it, they were completely booked.
Thank god for their craigslist ad.
He barely caused any problems for them, and he respected their polyamorous relationship without a second thought, which they were grateful for.
They were also grateful for his seemingly bottomless stacks of cash.
With all he provided for them, they didn’t need to lose any more sleep over night shifts and late assignments- they settled right into the padded, cushy life Seokjin allowed them to live.
And it showed. Namjoon no longer sported around black eye bags, Taehyung was no longer shaking from caffeine, Jimin’s cheeks regained a healthy look, and they all now had a glow about them.
Since Seokjin was also a culinary arts major, he tended to be in the kitchen 24/7. He’d cook, and cook, and bake, and bake some more, and soon their fridge was overflowing with extra food.
Oh, what money can do.
Namjoon, no longer stressed out about his boyfriends working themselves to death, continued to pursue advancements in his career.
Convinced that Seokjin was no threat, he finally accepted the offer for a business trip his boss had been hounding him about since January of the previous year.
After a sorrowful kiss goodbye to each of his boyfriends, he pulled Seokjin aside.
“Please take good care of them for me while I’m gone.” He asked, Seokjin nodding with reliability in his eyes.
“What did I say in my interview? I was born for this.” He smiled proudly.
———-
“Are you hungry, Kookie? Hyung will make food!” Seokjin asked, Jungkook cocking an eyebrow from his seat on the couch, laptop with unfinished assignments displayed. Seokjin had just made him breakfast? A large one at that.
The buff boy rubbed a hand on his slightly bloated stomach. He could eat.
“I already ate, though.” Jungkook pouted, Seokjin smiled.
“No worries, I’ll make you a little snack.” He ruffled Jungkook’s hair, earning a giggle from the muscle bunny, before leaving for the kitchen.
Jungkook was half-way through an essay before Seokjin returned. The younger gawked at the spread Seokjin had cooked.
“I thought you said a snack?” Jungkook asked, Seokjin nodding.
“Yes, this is a snack?” Seokjin cocked an eyebrow, shrugging and handing Jungkook a heaping plate of greasy and fattening foods.
The little nutritionist in the back of his mind told him this was a bad idea. Ever since Jungkook started college, he had been a bit, well, slack in his workouts. He hardly had the time for it anymore, and it wasn’t like he had to look great in skinny jeans when he’d be at home in sweats all the time...
He dug in heartily, and finished his plate quickly. Satisfied, he pushed it to the side and returned to his classwork.
Before he realized he had returned, Jungkook’s plate was refilled, unmistakably piled on with even more food than the last.
He’d feel bad if he rejected it- Seokjin definitely worked very hard on it, and it smelled fantastic. So, once again, he dug in.
Assignment forgotten, Jungkook continued to eat and eat, plate after plate, until he had eaten himself into a food coma.
Seokjin returned to refill his plate, only to find Jungkook passed out on the couch.
He giggled, and moved his laptop to a safer place. He placed a blanket over the sleeping boy, noting how bloated his belly had become, peaking out of the bottom of his shirt. Good.
Regardless of Seokjin, Jungkook spent most of his time on the couch, either working or relaxing. It was only inevitable he’d become a bit sedentary.
Soon, the ideas of dieting and exercise were far from Jungkook’s mind. Instead, he excelled in his courses. Both his grades and calorie intake had raised exponentially in a matter of weeks.
Nowadays, if he wasn’t studying, he was eating, napping, or whining about not eating. He had, not so gradually, become quite plump. His sweats and comfy t-shirts were no longer comfy, but rather ill fitting and tight. Regardless, Jungkook refused to go up a size.
“They probably just shrunk in the wash! I’ll just stretch ‘em out again!” He pouted, Seokjin had to stop himself from giggling.
There Jungkook sat, much chubbier than the start of the semester, eating cupcakes very messily, the frosting melting off and catching on his bloated belly. He looked positively gluttonous.
“Whatever you say, Kookie. Hyung will buy you some new ones, anyways. Shrunken clothes are no fun. Ice cream?” Jungkook’s eyes lit up.
Jungkook tended to be home more than the others, so Seokjin elected him as his personal disposal unit for extra food. His already large appetite only enabled this.
No room in the fridge for that last box of cupcakes? Jungkook would gladly devour them.
Leftover spaghetti? Jungkook would inhale it before he even thought about refrigerating it.
A cake too large to store? With some encouragement, Jungkook would painfully swallow every last bite, just to do his Seokjinnie-hyung a favor.
A batch of brownies? Well, Seokjin could store those, but he’d hand them over to Jungkook, anyway, just as an excuse to get him to eat more.
It was because of this that Jungkook had become so much bigger, so much faster than the other tenants of the apartment.
Whenever they cuddled with him, they’d try their best to inconspicuously feel out his plump love handles, the more daring of his boyfriends even playing with his belly when he was distracted.
Little did they know he wasn’t the only one affected.
—————
Hoseok would be lying if he said he hadn’t been falling to the temptations far too often for his liking.
“Hoseokie? Come taste this one!” Seokjin beckoned, a pleased smile gracing his face as he watched Hoseok sit with a huff, still overly full from Seokjin’s overzealous breakfast spread.
“What’d you make this time, hyung?” Hoseok asked, wincing at the tightness of his belt, digging into his bloated tummy.
“Well...” Seokjin listed a handful of desserts, all of which made Hoseok drool, all of which Hoseok knew he’d have to “taste”. Taste, meaning “devour and ask for seconds because Seokjin’s food is borderline addictive.”
As much as he loved his food, Seokjin always wanted him to eat more, no matter how much he’d already eaten.
“Open up, Hobi.” A gooey brownie entered his mouth, Hoseok nearly melting at how delicious it was. He eagerly accepted the second, and the third, and the twelfth, until he polished off his first tray.
“Well?” Seokjin asked, already fetching the next plate.
“Amazing as always, hyung!” Hoseok faltered as Seokjin analyzed him with a skeptical look.
“Um, maybe too many chocolate chips. I love chocolate, but its a bit much.” Seokjin nodded, jotting it down into his recipe book and starting on his next batch, but not before setting a platter of cheesecake in front of Hoseok.
“Try this, I’ll get back to you with a re-do.” Seokjin sing-songed, Hoseok already sizing up his plate. He could handle this.
He picked up the heavenly smelling pastry, shoving a hefty forkful into his mouth. Before he knew it, he was licking his fork clean, desperately trying to soothe his poor, swollen tummy.
“This one is perfect, hyung! But why’d you make it again? Didn’t we perfect the recipe last time?” Hoseok praised, cocking his eyebrow cutely. Seokjin smiled warmly.
“I just wanted to see you stuff your face again, Hobi. It makes you so happy, I’ve noticed!” Seokjin pinched his cheeks. Hoseok flushed as he realized there was a bit more to pinch.
His glanced down to see his little tummy straining against the waistband of his sweats, his thighs touching far more than they used to.
He was beyond embarrassed. Even Seokjin noticed how gluttonous he had become. Where had his washboard abs gone? His dancer’s physique? Nevermind how flustered the idea of getting chubby because of his lack of self-control made him.
Suddenly, Seokjin removed another tray of brownies from the oven, smelling even more delectable than the last, and all thoughts of his weight turned to him gauging the room left in his belly.
—-
Hoseok poked at his belly, his love handles peaking over his gym shorts, his belly poking out of his workout shirt.
He knew Seokjin had done a number on him, but he hadn’t realized how far he’d let himself go.
He pouted, pulling his shirt back over the slope of his belly and slipping into his running shoes.
His diet starts today.
He was barely out of his room before Seokjin stopped him.
“Hobi? Where are you off to?” He asked, mixing bowl in hand. Hoseok bit the inside of his cheek.
“Um, I thought I ought to start working out again. I’ve been slacking.” He pouted, his mouth forming a “^”. Seokjin also frowned.
“Hoseokie, why fret? My mother always said, “Belly, you might be poking out today, but I'm going to choose to love you and nurture you.” So nurture it! Take a seat.” Seokjin guided him to the couch, brushed a hand through his hair, and kissed him on the forehead. Hoseok blushed.
He had been doing far too much “nurturing”, lately.
“U-uh, I mean-“ Hoseok protested, but Seokjin had those sweet puppy-dog eyes, and Hoseok just couldn’t say no.
It was no mystery why Hoseok found it impossible to lose weight.
The next day, he set out for another run, only to be stopped again.
“If you’re going to run, at least load up on some carbs! Here, I’ve made mashed potatoes, pasta...”
By the time Hoseok had finished his breakfast fit for a king, he was far too full to even think about running.
He sighed, pulling on his running shoes yet again.
“Hobi? Aren’t you coming for breakfast?” Seokjin asked innocently, the scent of buttery pancakes wafting from the kitchen, making Hoseok’s mouth water. Seokjin noticed, and pushed him into a seat, before shoving a forkful of the fluffy cakes into his mouth. Hoseok’s eyes lit up.
Hoseok finally gave up on that run, in favor of staying home and eating Seokjin’s fantastic pastries all day. He went to bed that night more bloated and happier than ever.
————
“Jungkookie, food’s ready!” Seokjin called, stopping Jungkook before he got up. The chubbier boy raised an eyebrow, pouting.
“Stay sitting, I’ll bring it to you.” Seokjin winked, Jungkook’s tummy already rumbling. What could he say? He was a growing boy- and it definitely wasn’t because he’d gotten fatter, or anything.
Seokjin returned with a hefty pot of pasta. Jungkook was about to dig in before Seokjin stopped him again.
“I’ll feed it to you.” He suddenly shoved a forkful into Jungkook’s mouthing, quickly feeding him until he had finished. Jungkook, despite his larger appetite, was already at his limit. He huffed as he shifted in his seat, belly already feeling heavy.
“Open up, Kookie.” Seokjin shoves a slice of lasagna into Jungkook’s mouth, which he has no choice in eating. His tummy groans in response.
“Hyung-“ Seokjin fed him another slice.
“I’m full-“ another slice.
“Mmmf!” Jungkook tried to speak around the food in his mouth, Seokjin chuckled and pet his hair.
“Just a bit more, Kookie.” Seokjin continued stuff even larger slices into Jungkook’s belly, Jungkook huffing as he tried to catch his breath.
“Seokjinnie hyung, ‘m so full,” he whined, Seokjin cooing.
He gave his belly a shake, pinching Jungkook’s fat.
“No, there’s definitely some room left in there. I’ll bring you some dessert!” Jungkook gulped at that.
Seokjin returned to feed the boy a moist, thick looking chocolate cake. Jungkook squirmed in his seat, unable to run even if he wanted to, completely at Seokjin’s mercy.
Seokjin, forgoing the fork, shoved a messy piece into the chubby boy’s mouth. Jungkook whimpered.
He stuffed another, and another and another into him, leaving barely any time to breathe. Slide after slice, calorie after calorie, making Jungkook’s cheeks puff out with the sheer size of the portions. He cradled his belly, hiccuping as he attempted to soothe it.
“No more!” Jungkook whined around a mouthful of cake, unintelligible to Seokjin who wouldn’t have listened, anyway.
Jungkook’s belly groaned as it grew to accommodate for Seokjin’s crude portions, Jungkook swallowing each slice of cake as fast as he could.
“Hm, nearly done. You’re being such a good boy for hyung.” Seokjin pet Jungkook’s chubby cheek, Jungkook basking in the praise.
“Let’s wash that down with some milk.” Seokjin tipped back the container of whole milk, with no room for argument, Jungkook struggling to chug the cool liquid as fast as possible.
“Don’t be such a little piggy, Kookie! It’s dribbling down your double chin.” Double chin? Piggy? Surely Jungkook hadn’t actually heard that- maybe he was stuffed so full that he couldn’t think straight. No way his sweet Jin-hyung could say such a thing.
Seokjin sweetly wiped Jungkook’s face free of milk and frosting, and cleaned up around them.
Jungkook couldn’t believe he could eat so much. He weighed his aching belly in his arms, barely able to lift the fat off of his lap. He rubbed it the best he could, stuffed far past his limits.
He huffed, trying to gain momentum to heave himself off the sofa but- his belly was weighing him down.
He couldn’t get up.
“U-uh, S-seokjinnie hyung?” Jungkook called, face burning red with shame. Seokjin hummed.
“You ate so much you can’t move? How precious! Let hyung help.” He swiftly picked Jungkook up bridal style, Jungkook’s eyes bulging out of his head. He’d never been so... intimately close to Seokjin before, and, well, he was jacked. Jungkook soft body pressed againt Seokjin’s broad, defined chest, his biceps flexing with exertion as he carried Jungkook like it was nothing.
Hot.
He softly set Jungkook down on his bed, brushing his hair from the sticky sweat on his forehead.
They smiled at each other for a moment, Jungkook’s awkward, and Seokjin’s warm, and understanding. He pressed a quick peck onto Jungkook’s forehead before his oven timer went off.
Jungkook was left to his own devices, whimpering and trying not to upset his belly by moving. Why did Seokjin have to leave him like this? Pumped him full of his own food like a prized hog and with no TLC as a thanks.
He regretfully jumped when he heard his door open, wincing from the movement.
“Hyung’s here- Jungkook? What happened?” Jimin asked, rushing to Jungkook’s side.
His eyes widened in shock. Holy hell, had Jungkook gotten fat! His belly was massive, dwarfing the fatter boy with its sheer size, the younger’s chubby cheeks flushed from over exertion.
“Mm, h-hyung fed me too much...” Jungkook panted, heat pooling in Jimin’s stomach. Seeing Jungkook like this was just...
He hopped onto the bed, positioning himself on Jungkook’s lap. His hands instantly groped Jungkook’s belly, pushing up his tight sweater and pinching his still-gelatinous fat.
Jimin’s face was entirely red- helpless little Jungkookie, fattened up as if Seokjin was a witch who led him astray, too fat for his own clothes, too fat to stop him from cramming more food into his fat face.
Jimin felt only a little guilty over getting so aroused at his boyfriend’s pitiful state, and began attempting to soothe it with his skillful hands.
Sure, Jimin had put on a few, but it was nothing compared to Jungkook.
“How’d all this happen, hmm Kookie?” Jimin poked, Jungkook’s belly having softened a little.
“Seokjin hyung feeds us too well!” Jungkook pouted, Jimin giggling.
“Looks like he must be feeding you even better! What’s all this, Kookie?” He teased, shaking his belly in his hands, and grabbing him by the love handles.
“Hyung! It’s just- umm, the freshman fifteen! It’s barely anything!” He defended, face flushing from embarrassment.
Jimin smiled softly.
He didn’t push any farther, and he definitely didn’t imagine Jungkook about fifty pounds heavier. At least.
————
Yoongi didn’t notice it half the time.
He’d be rushing out to the studio, and normally he’d grab a coffee or a banana, but when he arrived, he realized he’d grabbed a cupcake. He shrugged, he probably took one from Seokjin’s batch, and ate it happily.
He’d open his studio only to find a lunch box waiting there for him. A calorie-ridden lunch assortment would make him drool, and he’d always eat it before lunch time. Then, at lunch, as a force of habit, he’d order fast food like he would before Seokjin.
With the financial comfort he provided Yoongi, it made him subconsciously splurge a bit more often.
So, absentmindedly, Yoongi would order more than he needed. He had the money, so what bad would it do to treat himself?
Yoongi would waddle home after a full day of more eating than actual working, only for Seokjin to push him into a seat and feed him a feast for dinner.
So it was no surprise that, Yoongi, a man of habit, formed quite the tedious habit of stuffing his face all the time.
Soon, he was searching out Seokjin’s pastries, and ordering too much food on purpose. It was just a new producing-ritual, that was all.
And if his sweatpants started to feel tighter, and his tummy a lot softer, that was no one’s business but his own.
It was also nobody’s business if he had been outgrowing all of his shirts.
Or that he had taken to using the elevator to his studio, rather than become all flushed and huffy and out of breath from the stairs.
Or if his belly had begun to rest heavily on his lap if he’d eaten an especially big meal.
Or if he found that he’d gone up another 30 pounds in a concerning amount of time.
Or if his belly had begun peaking out of his shirts- even the ones he’d bought recently.
Or if the best feeling in the world was now eating until he was sure he was about to pop.
Or if he’d decided it’d be hot if he outgrew his newest pants.
———————
Jimin was a little more care-free than oblivious.
He’d be ready to leave for the gym, only for Seokjin to stop him.
“Hold it! You haven’t eaten yet.” Seokjin scolded, Jimin bashfully sitting down for breakfast. He’d pack away whatever Seokjin made, decide he’d rather stay home than work out with such a heavy stomach, and keep Seokjin company in the kitchen all day.
He eyed the little balls of cookie dough resting on the tray, quickly tossing one into his mouth. Ah, how he loved Seokjin’s cooking. After years of keeping his body in perfect shape, Jimin had forgotten the powerful sweet tooth he’d fought in his youth.
His metabolism had forgotten as well- as Jimin, unexpectedly, suddenly, packed on pounds like his life depended on it. He pouted, chocolate bar in hand, wondering why Taehyung could eat an entire cake every day and see no consequence.
He was quickly forced into his only pair of fitting yoga pants, as he discovered he was bottom heavy.
He found that once he fell out of his healthy habits, it was increasingly difficult to fall back in. Rather, Seokjin guided him to new ones.
Like a mantra, Seokjin would urge him to just eat and eat as his heart desired, and Jimin had no qualms. His food, his pampering, his gentle encouragement, was a form of hypnotism to Jimin. As such a loving, affectionate person, Jimin loved to find other ways to spread the love.
He’d begun to think of food all the time- if he wasn’t eating, he was helping Seokjin make more food, warming up to him easily and often cuddled with the older. Seokjin watched as Jimin was so easily influenced by him; even feeding the boys himself without prompting.
He’d share cakes with Taehyung, pull Yoongi back from the studio so they could binge on snacks and dramas, indulge in ice cream by thrusting a spoon unto an unsuspecting Hoseok, feed Jungkook extra helpings of calorie-ridden desserts (he thought the maknae looked so cute all chubby!), later on he’d sneak sugary snacks into Namjoon’s packed lunches, and snacked on foods himself all day long.
“Jiminie, come lick the spoon.” Seokjin beckoned, Jimin immediately hopping off the counter and bounding over like an over-excited puppy. Seokjin held the spoon as Jimin licked the chocolate cake mix, pre-made for once, no risk of salmonella, making sinful eye contact with the older.
Heat pooled in Seokjin’s stomach, the same feeling he’d been getting a lot, lately. He couldn’t imagine why- he hadn’t had much time for anything other than cooking, and definitely not anything to get him, well, excited.
It was odd.
“Mm, are the cookies done, hyungie?” Jimin asked, pulling down his shirt over his pudgy little tummy, licking his fingers clean of the mix dripping off the spoon. Seokjin lost his composure for only a moment, before smiling and nodding.
Jimin packed away the whole dozen of the cookies, gooey and amazing, and pat his belly, satisfied. He jumped off the counter once more, ass jiggling in his yoga pants as he reached for the milk from the fridge. Seokjin gulped.
“Hyung got you donuts.” Seokjin supplied, Jimin’s eyes lighting up. He tipped his head back, chugging the milk as fast as he could, before finishing and taking the box to Taehyung’s room.
“Tae tae! Donuts!” He tackled the taller boy, Taehyung struggling to breathe from under Jimin’s weight. He pushed him off his chest, and sat the chubbier boy on his own plush lap.
Jimin ate his own donut while cramming as many as possible into Taehyung’s mouth, waiting for him to swallow before eating another himself. Taehyung huffed, and began to feed Jimin himself.
Taehyung paused between pastries, hands gripping Jimin’s bloated tummy. He smiled, patting it happily.
“You look so cute and chubby and it makes me so happy.” Taehyung cooed, pinching Jimin’s cheeks. Jimin flushed, chuckling and sweetly kissing his chubby boyfriend.
———————
Taehyung always had a large appetite.
He’d pack away family sized chips, store bought goodies, and bags of candies.
But it seemed with Seokjin, he wasn’t eating the same, anymore.
If it was there, Taehyung would eat it.
And often( more like constantly), the kitchen would be fully stocked with fatty-foods and hearty leftovers.
So Taehyung’s little happen of eating whatever was around, soon became a full-time job. He’d snack while he painted, eat while he waited for it to dry, and then eat a celebratory cupcake when he was satisfied with the finish product.
Then, out of pure boredom, he’d stuff his face with whatever Seokjin was working on.
Seokjin encouraged his binge-eating behaviors excitedly. He’d sit Taehyung down before a large spread of foods, refill his plate a handful of times, and praise him for his good appetite.
Taehyung enjoyed the praise. A lot.
He found he’d eat more than he was satisfied with, just to earn a few words of praise from Seokjin. He loved his cooing, his tender cheek nuzzling, and especially the way he’d pat his bloated tummy after an especially large meal.
Soon, Taehyung was eating every chance he got. Seokjin dutifully provided him with home made chocolates, mouthwatering cakes, and snacks to bide the time until his next meal.
It got to the point where Taehyung would become hungry much faster, and was hardly ever seen not stuffing his face.
He caught his reflection in the mirror, wider hips and rounder face on display. He blinked, watching as he ate the rest of his poptart, the crumbs gathering at the crest of his belly.
He sure had filled out! He lifted up his shirt, slapping his puffy tummy and giggling as it jiggled. He was so soft, and warm!
A huge smile broke out on his face, groping and squeezing at his new fat. He’d never been this chubby before, but he loved it! He knew his boyfriends would adore it, too.
Taehyung, always the observant type, knew that the whole dorm was packed with closeted feeders. It was funny watching them flounder.
He marched over to the kitchen with a newfound motivation, and Seokjin immediately pushed him into a chair, and stuffed his face with warm mashed potatoes and large slices of apple pie.
It was too easy to become soft and pliant under Seokjin’s care. But Taehyung was more than happy to.
———-
After a long, grueling, soul crushingly long time away from his loved ones, Namjoon could finally return home.
He was dying to see his lovely boyfriends, and see how Seokjin was settling into the house, but first he had to actually get home.
He threw the door open, hastily dropping his luggage and coat by the doorway.
He quickly greeted Seokjin, who was in the kitchen, before heading to Jungkook, who was the most likely to be home, as he had online classes.
“Kookie! Hyung’s ho.....me.” He trailed off, eyes bulging out of his head. Jungkook had... changed, since he had last seen him.
Gone was his once muscular dongsaeng, but instead sat a lounging, chubby—maybe even fat—boy, cramming his face with what seemed to be fries from his favorite fast food joint. His eyes lit up.
“Hyung! I thought you wouldn’t be home for a while! I missed you!” He squealed, and motioned for him to lie down with him, rather than have to get up himself.
Namjoon’s face burned bright red- Jungkook had become so lazy in such a short time! Never in his wildest dreams would he imagine the muscle-pig Jungkook become, well, a pig-pig. He looked so temptingly plump, adorable little doe eyes framed perfectly by his chubby cheeks and blossoming double chin. He felt himself chub up in his boxers.
He was massive.
He cuddled with Jungkook, who was watching a drama. Namjoon couldn’t keep his hands to himself, and groped and pinched wherever he could reach.
“You sure do look a lot healthier, Kookie.” He cooed, pinching his cheek. Jungkook pouted, looking absolutely precious with the added weight.
“Probably ‘cause I’ve been eating out less. This was just a treat, I swear!” He ate another handful of fries, grease coating his lips. Namjoon eyed the large bag of food. He considered that a snack?
“Yeah, you don’t know because you haven’t been around Seokjin much, but he loves cooking. Makes it impossible to even think about getting fast food, and his food’s way tastier, too.” Seokjin, huh?
Namjoon gave a light slap to Jungkook’s belly, that jiggled in response. He’d had to thank that man personally.
———
“Grabbing a snack?”
Namjoon asked, Yoongi nodding as he pitifully jumped for the package of cookies on the top shelf, his little belly jiggling as he huffed in effort.
Of course Namjoon had noticed how a few of his boyfriends seemed to be...filling out, er, well, even more, recently, but he wasn’t complaining as he watched Yoongi’s plump rear jiggle in his tight, tight pair of sweats.
His hands came to rest on Yoongi’s softer hips, thumbing at his budding love handles.
Yoongi pouted, his chubbier cheeks puffing out.
“What?” He tried, Namjoon shaking his head.
“Here, let me feed you.” He grabbed the bag, slinging Yoongi over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
“Hey! What’s the big idea?” Yoongi squeaked, face flushing. Namjoon’s hands were gripping the fat on his thighs so strongly, he thought he might bruise.
“You look so cute today, hyung.” Namjoon cooed, finally setting Yoongi on his lap as he took a seat on the couch.
Yoongi’s cheeks again dusted pink, as he fiddled with the hem of his old concert T-shirt. Namjoon noted how it now hugged his curves.
“Are you gonna feed me, or what?” He pouted, Namjoon already delicately bringing a cookie up to his mouth. Yoongi hummed happily as Namjoon fed him each cookie dutifully.
“Yoonie, hyung made your favorite.” Seokjin suddenly peaked into the living room, heart fluttering at the sight of the two boys together.
Yoongi’s eyes sparkled.
“Yes, please hyung!” He chirped, and Seokjin brought over a platter of cheesecake. Namjoon gawked. Seokjin sure made huge quantities.
But Seokjin didn’t cut him a piece.
Namjoon cocked an eyebrow as he watched the chubby boy happily take the fork from Seokjin and dug in. Did Seokjin usually make him eat the whole thing? No wonder he had been porking up.
“Uh, you know you don’t have to eat this all, right Yoongi?” He murmured, hoping Yoongi would eat it all, anyways, again thumbing at Yoongi burgeoning side-rolls.
“Hm? No, I know, his stuff’s jus’ really good.” He seemed embarrassed, so Namjoon dropped it. Seokjin smiled as he watched Yoongi eat.
“Enjoying yourself, Yoonie?” He asked, all smiles. Yoongi nodded, cheeks stuffed like a chipmunk’s. Seokjin was satisfied, and left to his room.
Namjoon took the fork from Yoongi’s hand, eliciting a whine from the older.
“Let me feed you.”
Twelve slices of thick, creamy cheesecake later and Yoongi was huffing and puffing on Namjoon’s lap, his swollen tummy now rubbing up against Namjoon’s flat one. Namjoon couldn’t get over Yoongi’s new appetite- it was unbelievably endearing seeing his stoic hyung so soft and submissive like this.
Namjoon continued to study the changes in Yoongi.
He noticed that Yoongi would get cranky if he didn’t get his fix of sugar.
He knew him the longest, so he knew very well how easy it was for Yoongi to fall into a routine, no doubt explaining his odd eating patterns taking a toll on his weight.
Seokjin was also to blame. Seokjin was the one to provide these meals for Yoongi, to put him on a schedule, to meticulously stuff the shorter boy again and again. Yoongi never seemed to mind.
He only wondered what Seokjin’s intentions were.
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Namjoon was one of the last of the boys who kept his job. Even if Seokjin was providing for them now, he felt better to be self-sufficient, regardless.
Even so, he appreciated Seokjin and his efforts very much. He especially appreciated his culinary efforts.
Namjoon finished the lunch Seokjin packed for him, slurping up the last of his noodles.
He basked in the post-meal warmth that Seokjin’s food always gave him, patting his tummy, satisfied.
He ventured off to the break room, stomach growling as he smelled the notorious, mouth-watering scent of donuts, snatching only one glazed.
He finishes it.
He reaches for a chocolate glaze.
He finishes it.
He thinks he should stop.
He finishes two chocolate eclairs.
His stomach tells him to stop.
Another three, cream filled ones are shoveled into his mouth.
The buttons on his dress shirt protest.
The sugar coursing through Namjoon urges him to have more.
He does, in fact. He eats the rest of the box, and a cinnamon bun the size of his head.
He palms his belly, and orders a sugary, sweet concoction of coffee across the street. He orders a brownie, too.
He orders two brownies.
He orders a slice of cake.
He goes back for a second.
Once his lunch break is finally over, (but not before he’d eaten a hefty order from a nearby chinese takeout place) he’s overly full and dozing off at his cubicle. He just wants to go home and get a belly rub- ooh, or maybe Jiminie would feed him some treats while they cuddled.
He yawns, arms stretching above his head when it happens.
A pop, relief, and then a breeze of cool air hitting his belly.
Ah, Namjoon thinks. I got fat.
It seemed he was so enraptured by his boyfriends’ changes, he didn’t even notice himself ballooning. Both arousal and embarrassment pool in his stomach at the realization.
He thinks back to all the greasy meals of fast food after work, the feast Seokjin cooked he would eat heartily, the sugary coffees to boost his energy. The outgrown dress pants, the stretched dress shirts. All signs he ignored in favor of indulging in his boyfriends’ fat asses.
Almost worth it.
He does his best to pull his coat over his belly, and waddles out of the building.
“Namjoonie, you’re home early! Here, take a seat, I have lunch ready.” Seokjin beams, happy to see Namjoon at home, rather than work.
Namjoon doesn’t have the heart to tell him he’s already gorged on junk food. He doesn’t really want to have to explain that he’s still salivating at the thought of food despite this, either.
“Yeah, I, uh... had a problem at work.” Namjoon flushes, rubbing the back of his neck. Seokjin‘s smile falters, concerned.
“Oh?”
“My... clothes gave out. You don’t tailor by any chance, do you...?” He asks, beyond ashamed. Something swirls in Seokjin’s eyes. His smile returns, cooing.
“Aww, poor baby. Let hyung see the damage.” He leans down to uncover Namjoon’s belly, and instead pokes and prods at his fat, rather than his ruined clothing.
“You must have been so embarrassed, Joonie! Hyung will make it better- I have pie! No luck on the tailoring part, sadly.” Seokjin hands Namjoon the sweater he had been wearing, hoping to save some of Namjoon’s dignity.
He appreciates it, really, but Seokjin’s sweaters are usually form-fitting, and, well, it fits Namjoon’s form a little too well. His love handles are more apparent, and he can’t hide his belly anymore.
Namjoon was too spent to stop Seokjin from feeding him an entire pie.
What was so bad about a dad-bod, anyways?