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soft-bellied-tannies · 1 year

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Funnel of Love, Pt. 2

Read part 1 here! - ⚠️ Handjob ⚠️

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Once he returned for the third time from the kitchen, Jimin had to stop and appreciate Jungkook’s gentle caress of his own belly that sat like a perfectly rounded ball in the v of his now buttonless jeans.

While Jimin was very much attracted to Jungkook’s growing size and enthusiastic appetite, he also found satisfaction in being the one behind the gain.

Jungkook was happily anticipating the last portion of the shake, caught up by the thought of not only adding a few pounds from it but also increasing his stomach capacity.

He watched Jimin return with a determined look and knew that this round would go down at the same pace.

Taking a few deep breaths, Jungkook opened his mouth without Jimin saying a word and smiled when he got a forehead kiss as a predecessor.

Jungkook felt the shake go down at the perfect speed, trusting Jimin to respond to his cues and figuring out how to breathe through his nose this time to avoid a break halfway.

When the last few drops were down, Jungkook could feel the stretch of his stomach and knew this was the most they had done before.

Each breath felt as if it was actively stretching out his stomach more and more. “Shit, Minnie, so full.”

Jimin immediately moved the funnel aside and started a very tender massage of Jungkook’s belly.

If he thought it was tight before, his boyfriend certainly did not have an inch of space left with absolutely no softness to be found. He loved the little sounds Jungkook let out with each poke and prod of his stomach.

“Did such a good job, baby. So good for me,” Jimin whispered as he rained kisses on Jungkook’s face and belly, enjoying the way his pink cheeks deepened to red.

After his continued pampering, Jimin asked, “What do you think about a bath, Ggukie?”

Baths were a staple of Jungkook’s aftercare, but Jimin also knew that asking his boyfriend to move was a big ask.

He watched as the other considered it before he nodded, extending his hands out in a silent ask for help.

Jimin pulled him up off the couch, watching the expression changes on Jungkook’s face as he adjusted to standing.

Jimin thoroughly enjoyed Jungkook’s slow waddle down the hall toward their bedroom, looking like a pregnant woman to accommodate the added weight on his middle.

He prepared a nice bath and took his time undressing Jungkook, appreciating the torn fabric where the button had been.

After helping him sink into the warm water, Jimin settled behind Jungkook and pulled him back into his chest.

His hands found his boyfriend’s belly right away and resumed his rubdown, the water allowing his fingers to glide across Jungkook’s taut skin.

He placed tender kisses across his shoulders and encouraged him to fully relax in his arms.

Jungkook let his head fall back against Jimin’s shoulder as he closed his eyes and allowed his boyfriend to work away any lingering pressure from his full stomach.

He tilted his jaw just enough for his lips to meet Jimin’s cheek before whispering, “Tonight was amazing.”

Jimin smiled into Jungkook’s shoulder and with a parting peck, he replied, “Yes, it was. Look at this impressive belly, so round and tight. Must feel good, huh?”

“Feels great, I love it,” Jungkook nearly moaned out between Jimin’s sultry tone and enthusiastic touch.

“I’m glad, baby. That’s what is important.”

The room then filled with a calm, comfortable silence aside from the occasional whimper from Jungkook when Jimin hit a tender spot or pushed a little more.

As he applied more pressure and brought his lips back to his boyfriend’s neck, Jimin had Jungkook panting as he worked him up.

“Can’t wait to do this again, Ggukie. That’s what you want, right? To be nice and full?”

Jungkook whined high in his throat as Jimin lit up every sensation within him like a seasoned pro. “Yes…please, want it, Minnie…”

“Shh…I know, baby. I’ll take care of you. Just let go,” Jimin said, his voice taking a deeper tone as one hand slipped lower, below Jungkook’s belly to wrap around his cock.

Jungkook devolved into a nonverbal mess of moans, one hand resting on top of Jimin’s on his belly while the other gripped his boyfriend’s strong thigh.

He tucked his face into Jimin’s neck, eyes shut and breaths speeding up as he felt the hot sensation building in his lower abdomen.

With each skillful twist of Jimin’s hand along his shaft, Jungkook felt weightless with pleasure which he also found ironic considering the hefty addition to his middle.

Jimin increased his steady pace, teasing back and forth to elicit the sweet sounds from his partner as he brought Jungkook to his release.

For the last tugs, Jimin whispered his praises into Jungkook’s ear until he felt his boyfriend stiffen for a moment with a slight gasp.

He talked him through his release and relished in the heavy weight of Jungkook melting into him.

“We need to get out and get you in bed, Ggukie,” Jimin said quietly, his hands now on Jungkook’s thighs.

Jungkook let out a little huff and didn’t move an inch. “Give me a few minutes, babe. My legs are fucking jello right now.”

Both began to laugh as Jimin squeezed his boyfriend’s legs with a teasing touch.

Eventually, Jimin replied making Jungkook whine in a much different way than a few moments before.

“Okay, big guy, tell me when you are ready.”

#bts feedism #bts weight gain #chubby bts #bts stuffing #funnel feeding #feedee jungkook #chubby jungkook #feeder Jimin #soft bellied tannies

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sweetestpjm · 7 months

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never trust a skinny baker

pt.1 of ?

Never trust a skinny baker.

"1...2..." Jimin pursed his lips, wondering why he only had two and a half dozen of his signature cookies made. He swore that he'd put in 3 dozen. Okay, maybe he'd eaten one of them. Or two— just to make sure it was good. And then maybe 3 more while they were still in their warmest state. Then that last one for good luck...

Okay, maybe it made sense why there were only 2 and a half dozen left now. It made sense, it added up.

"Hyung?" Hoshi said, poking his head into the kitchen, making his way in once he realized that Jimin was just organizing the baked cookies onto trays. "Someone's come in, they want to apply for a job here."

He practically lit up at that— he really needed more help. Hoshi was great but he knew running the entire bakery together was difficult. They'd learned that on their first holiday rush. Valentine's day, if one could even call it a real holiday.

"I'll be right out. Just get them something to nibble on while I finish with these," he said, shooting a smile, "and let them know that the job is probably theirs."

"Got it, boss hyung!"

Jimin rolled his eyes at the excessive formalities, but he'd scold him on it later.

Eventually he put the tray out— though he nearly dropped it upon seeing the male that Hoshi was giving a croissant to. Oh he was really handsome and dressed well, which had Jimin instantly attracted to him. But that was easy, he was one of those universally handsome guys, after all.

"Hi, sorry for the wait," he apologized, shimming his curvy body through the little area and joining them at one of the booths— of 3 booths. Pretty big for a little bakery but still not many.

The man shook his head, standing up and giving him a respectful bow. "Hi, I'm Jeon Jungkook. It's no worry, I was just coming around wondering if you were hiring still?" he pointed to the door, where there was a 'hiring' poster.

"Yea!" he said, a hand on his nearly aching belly as he thought, "let me just interview you. Got a resume on hand?"

"Hyung! I got the job," Jungkook squealed, jumping as he put his hands on Yoongi's shoulder, "ugh, you would've loved it there. And the baker..he's really cute."

"Oh? Really cute?"

Jungkook shrugged, "like a doll. He's pretty and cute and— well, I quite like him since he's given me a job even though I've only been a bartender and an assistant carpenter.."

"Weird jobs of yours," he chuckled, still chopping vegetables, "but sounds nice, I'll be sure to drop by."

"And eat, because the food is to die for. Like, the fumes of the bakery are like a happy pill, or something.."

Yoongi rolled his eyes, still focusing on finishing chopping the last of the cucumbers. "I'll be sure to. Weird of you to tell me how hot your boss is, though. You usually don—" He finished up chopping, setting the knife down and grinning at Jungkook. "Someone's already got a crush on their new boss, mm?"

"A little? I mean, keep your options open, baby. You'd like him."

"Any pictures? I'm always keeping our options open, darling."

Jungkook nodded with a wide smile, opening up the instagram for it. It took some time until he found a post featuring the owner, Jimin. A few pounds lighter for certain. Once he found it, he put it up to Yoongi's face who instantly melted at the sight.

"Oh he's really cute. Ah, you should invite him over, I'll cook him a nice meal." Yoongi cooked for a living rather then baked, so it was a regular offer he'd make. New friend? 'Bring them over, I'll cook them a meal. Find out their favorites.' Meeting family? 'I'll cook them the best meal of their life, invite them over'.

"Maybe after I've worked there some time?"

"Really? Fine, shy boy. But I'd be interested too if his personality is as sweet as his looks are."

"Oh, most definitely."

"Just tighter, please. However it needs to be so you can tie it," Jimin said, not sucking his belly in this time. The attempt before when he did, it undid itself the moment he'd relaxed. Not this time. This plan was undeniably foolproof.

The younger nodded, trying again and eventually it worked, somewhat. "There, hyung. I— if you need to extend the ties, I can do it. I used to sew."

Jimin turned around, nodding his head, though he could see his cheeks were red. "That— that would be great, I really don't want to buy a new one, this one just.." he tried to flatten it better, "holds a special place in my heart."

"I get it.." he said, an idea coming up. Perhaps now was the time? It had been three months and well..he couldn't compose himself much more. Especially with all this tying business. "Maybe I could fix it up at my place and you could join us for dinner? Us being me and my boyfriend. My boyfriend's a private caterer, so he cooks," Jungkook said, "whatever you'd like to eat."

He instantly smiled, nodding his head. "That'd be lovely! I was wanting to invite you for a meal for some time but I am a bit shy." Jimin's belly rounded out more and well— the ties undid. His cheeks were red hot again.

"Don't worry about it. How about just leave it like this?"

Jimin nodded, shyly stroking his belly. "Yeah. Guess it's the muffins doing their work, huh?"

Jungkook nodded, not sure when he'd gotten red from this encounter. "I— well, guess so."

"Lovely to have you over, Jungkook tells me all about you. Best baker in the world, hm?"

Jimin smiled sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders and looking at the food on the table. Were there others coming? It looked like quite a lot for how small and lean they both were. "Maybe one day. I can tell that you're good too. Are you excepting another?"

Yoongi tilted his head, then noticing his confusion's reasoning, "ah, no. Just us three." He pulled out another dish, just some baked bread and set it on the table. "Sit, dinners ready."

Jungkook sat down, as did the other two shortly after. And so dinner and small talk began.

"Caterer, huh?" Jimin said, between his bites, "no wonder you are, this is delicious. I really love food— clearly, and this is great. Really great."

"Your bakery is great," Yoongi said, nearly choking at Jimin's comment towards himself, "I'm happy you're enjoying it."

Jungkook perked up, "oh, Jimin hyung, you should tell Yoongi about your muffins! He likes them a lot, he's actually really good at making them but—"

"Gguk here accidentally broke my muffin mold tray, so now I make him buy me muffins to make up for it." Yoongi bit back his smirk.

"Aah.." Jimin giggled, tilting his head at Jungkook like a puppy, "no wonder you're always so insistent on taking some of the muffins home. That's adorable."

Jungkook tried not to visually show how something as simple as those words was making him quite happy. Really happy. "I owe Yoongi big time plus I can never say no to him. Look at those eyes, imagine saying no to those eyes."

Yoongi made the effort of batting his eyelashes at Jimin who chuckled, a hand over his mouth. "That is pretty cute. I wouldn't say no either."

Now Yoongi was further understanding Jungkook's crushing. There was just something about Jimin. Something adorably soft and intriguing for certain.

It wasn't often they agreed about someone, after all. Yoongi nor Jungkook was taking to it lightly.

As the evening went on, they glanced at one another making it obvious to themselves that this was universally agreed on between them.

For Jungkook, it was his sweetness of course. His praising, his attitude and he could admit (not aloud of course) that he was very fond of that bakers tummy he had going on.

Yoongi on the other hand, quite liked his storytelling and his joking. He kept wondering if he'd get even cuter and each time he did indeed get cuter. Mumbling on about baking, about his old cat and especially about the latest BL he'd been reading (which was great information for him to behold).

They were just very glad they were on the same page.

At last, they could agree on doing this; asking that chubby (and clueless) baker out on a date.

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cookiesuga55 · 5 months

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Good Things Take Time

I don't think that small feedees get enough love. Jungkook goes about his day and happily buys himself a little treat at the bakery. He sends a photo of his buttery croissant to Jimin, and earns in reply,

"Someone's getting tummy kisses tonight <3"

Jungkook giggles and takes his time to enjoy his pastry and latte. No one would know that he's growing a plush little tummy underneath his sweater. Jungkook is happy that Jimin never pushes him and lets him indulge at his own pace. He always kisses over his stomach and bites around the softness in his waist, like each day- gaining or not- is a gift.

Some days Jungkook likes to gorge on as much food as he can hold, so his middle is pushed out into a bloated curve, distended as far as he can manage. But most days, days like today, he lives comfortably and satisfies his swelling cravings. There's a pleasured heat deep in his belly as Jungkook enjoys his croissant... he knows that all of those buttery calories will sink into his tum and fill him in. Jungkook savors each number to the fullest on the scale as they slowly increase, praising another loving pound settling luxuriously inside of his waist.

Jungkook isn't in any rush. He enjoys being this gently softened size, with a hidden, plump little belly that he's leisurely feeding up.

#smol feedee koo #plump little belly that Jimin worships #tummie kisses #bts feederism

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ask-feedees-jikook · 10 months

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Horny ooc idea

Absolutely massive Jimin and his skinny boyfriend Jungkook open a feedee account where they fatten up the thin boy. They make videos and so much content as Jungkook fills out and plumps up. The keep posting the same photo recreated for "progress" updates, where Jungkook is sitting in Huge Jimin's lap, with his fat hands on his boyfriend's tummy.

Everyone following freaks out about how round and plump the once-so-lean and thin boy is getting, and Jimin has been widening in the photos too... making Jungkook's gain seem less dramatic as he's fattened enough for his cute pudgy belly to spill over his boyfriend's fat hands and rest on his thighs

<33333

//YOUR BRAIN IS JUST *CHEF'S KISS*

#ask #sunflower!jungkook #sunflower!joon #ooc

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soft-bellied-tannies · 1 year

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Real Baby or Food Baby?

Read here or on AO3! - ⚠️ ABO/Implied Mpreg/Feminization ⚠️

Spending the night before creating a plan, Jungkook sent an ominous text to Jimin that morning.

The alpha knew his mate probably was thinking about it all day because he loved when Jungkook planned something more special than just a standard stuffing.

Jimin enjoyed an extra push or being sent out of his comfort zone and Jungkook was nothing if not an alpha who provided for his mate.

Jungkook had told his mate to put on one of his stretchy, fitted dresses and set up the table for dinner. The alpha was picking up a significant takeout on his way home from work and looked forward to seeing how much Jimin could handle that night.

It had been at least a month since their last proper session so the alpha decided his omega deserved to be spoiled while also having a little treat for himself.

After debating between sushi and pizza, Jungkook ended up going with jajangmyeon. Jimin loved it with a decent heat level and somehow, he could always finish his noodles when motivated the right way.

Although this time, the alpha bought three orders and was going to see if his mate was up for the challenge.

Between the hefty servings of noodles taking up space alongside the nice effect the spice would have on Jimin, the alpha knew it was going to be fun no matter how much his omega finished.

Jimin met his alpha at the door when he arrived home, looking beautiful in his dark green dress. The fabric clung to his soft tummy that was finally starting to show in tight clothes all the time instead of just when he was full.

Jungkook knew that everything would be set exactly as he asked - the only thing Jimin loved more than his alpha and good food was praise.

The table had plates and utensils as well as an assortment of water, soda, and beer. Jimin had even turned on quiet music and dimmed the lights with a few candles that created a nice ambiance.

They both enjoyed creating romance and intimacy out their nights like this, not necessarily into the messier or more intense side of their shared kink.

Jungkook started unpacking the containers and noticed the omega’s eyes widen when he counted four orders of noodles, meaning three were intended for him.

Jimin almost seemed a little nervous, but the alpha could tell he was excited more than anything else - his sweet honey scent filling the room.

Once it was all spread across the table, Jungkook encouraged him to dig in while he went to change. The alpha knew that Jimin probably expected him to come back in comfy clothes for the rest of the night, but he actually just exchanged his suit for a casual t-shirt and jeans look.

Jimin paused mid-bite and looked at his mate in confusion, asking if Jungkook had plans after dinner.

The alpha simply told him it was a surprise and to keep eating his noodles. The instruction sparked new energy in Jimin and he eagerly dug back into his first container.

For the next ten minutes, the couple ate together in comfortable silence - mainly because Jimin kept a steady stream of food going, only taking breaks to sip on his beer or soda.

Jungkook was honestly impressed to see how quickly his mate finished the first container. Jimin set it down on the table in front of him, the metal chopsticks clinking together as he leaned back in his chair and chugged down the second half of his beer.

The alpha noted the start of a swell to Jimin’s belly already filling out his dress, the savory saltiness of the noodles paired with both his frothy beverages bloating his stomach.

The alpha swapped the empty container for the next full one after refilling the omega’s drink selection, tenderly rubbing Jimin’s stomach as he whispered praises in the omega’s ear.

Jimin’s cheeks flushed from the encouragement as he started in on container number two. Jungkook went back to slowly working through his own portion of dinner, mostly caught up in watching his mate enjoy their meal.

Jimin paused, once again, to take a drink which end up being him draining his second glass of beer in one go. The noodles were very savory so it made sense that he needed a little palate cleanser.

Jungkook was well aware of his omega’s high tolerance, but he grabbed the glass and pushed the soda closer to him - making it clear to go for that one next. He had plans for the evening that didn’t involve getting tipsy although he did tuck that away for another night.

While Jungkook arranged Jimin’s drinks, he watched his mate rubbing the side of his stomach; his chest was heaving just a bit after chugging his beer and it took him a couple of seconds to catch his breath.

The alpha kissed his forehead and decided it was time to do a check-in. Jimin seemed grateful for the question as he asked for a little break to digest.

The omega’s stomach was forming a sweet little paunch; his dress continued to accentuate the bloat of salty noodles and carbonation.

Stuffings had started giving him such a taut roundness to his tummy now that he had added a bit more weight to his frame. Jungkook recognized the feeling was from a very primal place within his alpha, but every time he saw Jimin like this, he was absolutely love-struck by the sight.

Jungkook encouraged him to keep going after a few minutes of gentle massage, knowing Jimin ate more when he ate faster. The little stomachache afterward was always worth packing more in given the results.

The omega nodded and jumped right back into his second container, now halfway gone.

The next half went down like a dream and Jungkook was genuinely impressed at his determined second wave.

Jimin looked at him, waiting for number three with a polite hand over his mouth to cover a few tiny hiccups and belches from the amount he had just sent down.

Jungkook asked if he was alright and if Jimin was certain he could handle the third container, not wanting to push too far but leaving the decision in his mate’s hands.

Jimin admitted that it was going to be a nice stretch and he genuinely had more room, cheeks probably flushed with a little embarrassment if they hadn’t already been tinted red from the efforts of eating over the past hour.

The alpha knew his mate’s stomach capacity had certainly been increasing over the past few months, but Jungkook made a point to check as Jimin sometimes would get caught up in wanting to please him and end up uncomfortably full following some more intense stuffings.

He trusted Jimin’s answer and slid the last container closer, deciding to feed it to his mate himself.

Bringing big bites to his mouth, Jungkook immediately noticed that the third container was a slower process, with more time chewing and more sips of his soda in between bites.

At the halfway point, Jimin reclined back into his chair instead of leaning forward over the table - needing to let his belly stretch and accommodate his full stomach.

Jungkook’s eyes were stuck on his midsection. Leaning back showed the damage of the stuffing so well.

His belly was perfectly round, bloated, and tight to the touch - only further highlighted by the perfectly formed fit of his dress. The alpha abandoned the container to get his hands on Jimin’s body.

The omega had been moaning and groaning through each bite and finally said he didn’t know if he could finish the third container.

Jungkook stilled for a moment in thought and almost gave up on his plan to push his mate through the last part of the noodles, but he was looking forward to tonight’s idea so he decided to call it.

Jungkook put the lid back on the container and told Jimin that he did an amazing job. He did ask the omega to finish the rest of his soda, the carbonation good for the tight bloat of his stomach.

The dress stretched nicely over his belly and he watched it expand just a little more as Jimin chugged down the rest of his glass.

Jimin went to press on the top of his belly, probably to push his food toward digestion, but the alpha stopped his hand.

Jungkook wanted him to stay stuffed tight for as long as possible. He gave one gentle press to the top of his mate’s stomach to push out the pocket of air.

Jimin let out a short belch and Jungkook watched as his stomach pushed just slightly farther, settling more after the air was released to its final stretch - not his max capacity but pretty close considering his plans for the evening.

Jungkook was going to test something out that Jimin had mentioned during the last big stuffing about three months ago.

At that moment, the omega said that his belly was so prominent that he looked pregnant.

Although the couple both didn’t want kids at that time, something about the comment had Jungkook thinking. He wondered if they could stuff Jimin so well that someone would think he was expecting and they were going to find out.

Offering his hands to help the omega stand, Jungkook smirked while Jimin looked at him as if he were insane.

If anything, they typically camped on the couch for at least an hour before moving to the bed. Getting up and out was going to be a challenge and the first time they tried anything like this.

With a huff, Jimin accepted his alpha’s hands and scooched to the end of the chair. Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh when Jimin moved one hand to his lower back to help himself up.

This may be easier than he initially thought if Jimin kept up those little habits that really sold the look of a pregnant omega.

Jungkook encouraged him to walk to the door and wait for him to grab their jackets and his wallet. The alpha told him that he would help with his shoes in a moment.

Jimin’s eyes widened and he looked down at his prominent bump.

The omega gulped nervously and brought a hand to rub the top of his belly in a soothing motion. “We’re going out? Like this?”

The alpha smiled and winked. “Yeah, baby, you deserve dessert after that performance.”

“Oh, um, okay, thanks,” Jimin replied, not sounding entirely convinced and quite nervous.

Jungkook walked over and cupped his mate’s cheeks, offering a kiss.

“Hey, we don’t have to do this. Tell me to stop and we will go lay in bed, put on a movie, and cuddle. It’s just an idea that I thought we may like to try out.”

Jimin looked at him with complete trust and knew that Jungkook would always take care of him. “No, you planned such a nice date night. I’m sure it will be fun.”

“Great. I wanted to take you to that new ice cream parlor. We can take the train,” Jungkook replied, instantly easing the mood back up with his excitement.

The omega just nodded and watched as Jungkook bent down to slip Jimin’s sneakers on and tie them. Jungkook put the jacket around his mate’s shoulders and appreciated how his belly was peeking out from the side.

With a bolstering kiss, they left the house and started walking towards the train station.

Jungkook held Jimin’s hand and tried to suppress his smile at seeing the omega waddle a bit to accommodate his full stomach. The food must have been heavy in his belly, barely digested, and topped up with carbonation.

Jimin was an absolute vision in his eyes.

As they approached the train station, the couple caught the eyes of an older beta woman who smiled as she passed them on the street. She looked from Jimin’s belly to the couple’s connected hands back to the omega’s belly.

Jungkook held his breath, hoping she would say something but no comment, just a pleasant smile.

Arriving at their boarding stop, the stairs were an unexpected challenge. Jimin groaned on each step down, mumbling about how full he was and that he felt huge.

Jungkook assumed that his mate might’ve been teasing him, knowing comments like that would rile the alpha up.

However, when the omega was actually short of breath at the bottom of the stairs, Jungkook realized that Jimin had absolutely meant what he said. The alpha had to maintain full restraint not to openly ogle him in the middle of the train station.

The timing worked well, and the train came just a few minutes after their arrival. Jungkook led them into a fairly full train for mid-evening and he searched for two open seats to no avail.

His mate honestly looked like he was a little teary-eyed at the thought of standing for the entire ride, wanting to rest his full belly after the brutal staircase.

Jungkook rubbed the small of Jimin’s back to comfort him when an alpha spoke up from the bench next to them. The woman got up from her seat and gestured for Jimin to sit.

“Here, sweetheart, take my seat.”

“Oh, thank you, ma’am,” Jimin replied and he moved his hand to rest on his lower back before lowering himself to the seat.

Jungkook didn’t know if his mate was moving that way subconsciously or if he was onto the alpha’s plan, but Jimin was certainly playing the part of the pregnant omega very well.

Jungkook moved to stand beside his omega, appearing to be the fully protective alpha, and said thank you to the alpha who offered her seat. She looked to be older, maybe in her fifties or sixties, and Jungkook waited in anticipation to see if she had more to say.

After a few moments, the woman said what Jungkook had been waiting for since you left the house - making the entire plan absolutely worth it.

“First-time parents?” she asked nicely, her tone genuine and sweet.

“Hmm?” Jimin responded, feigning innocence as if he didn’t hear the woman’s question.

Jungkook could tell that his mate was a little shocked by the implication even if he was just as hopeful for that appearance as the alpha was.

The woman smiled and asked again, “You both look pretty young. Are you expecting your first?”

Jungkook had to fight off his feelings of smugness, plastering an excited smile on his face and replied, “Yeah, we are pretty excited.”

The alpha then noticed another elderly mate couple that was smiling from the next bench over, listening to the entire interaction.

The elderly omega joined in their conversation, asking, “Boy or girl?”

“Keeping it a surprise. The whole idea still seems so new,” Jungkook replied, earning a pointed look from Jimin that was hidden from the others when the omega turned to face his mate. The alpha had done his best to stop laughing at his mate’s reaction.

“Ahh, we get it. Congratulations either way!” the alpha who offered them the seat for Jimin said, still smiling at the young couple.

Jimin returned their happy sentiment, finally finding the words to speak. “Thank you! We appreciate your kindness.”

The alpha seemed endeared by Jimin’s sweet response. “Of course! I couldn’t make you stand the whole time. I remember when my wife was in the second trimester - lots of back pain. She would’ve had my head if I kept you on your feet.”

Jungkook looked down to see Jimin’s cheeks shining bright red as he smiled, rubbing his belly gently.

Before any more could be said, the train came to a stop and the alpha offered his hand to help his mate stand up.

Nearly making the alpha laugh again, Jimin made a show of getting up, pushing out his belly, and thanking all three of their kind observers again.

They walked off the train and Jungkook instantly directed them to a quiet corner to get his hands on his mate’s round middle.

“You hear that, baby. Second trimester. I wonder what he would have thought if I said you were stuffed to the brim with noodles instead of a baby,” Jungkook teased, peppering Jimin’s red cheeks with kisses as he tenderly rubbed his tight stomach.

Jimin whined and tried to cover his face. “Oh God, it was so embarrassing. I can’t believe that just happened.”

Jungkook scoffed, landing a few gentle pats on Jimin’s stomach and making it jiggle up and down a few times.

“Was it? So embarrassing that you were waddling and laying it in thick with a hand on your back, pretending like you weren’t just well-fed and bloated. My pretty Minnie looks all knocked up.”

Jimin moaned quietly as his alpha continued his discreet belly massage. Between the situation of what just happened, the weight of his belly, and the fact that this conversation was happening in public, the omega was completely overwhelmed.

Teasing at home was one thing, but Jimin was definitely discovering something about himself in the semi-private corner of the train station.

“Still want that ice cream? Gotta keep this belly tight and round for the ride home. You might get another free seat if they think you have a baby in here instead of a food baby,” Jungkook asked, continuing his verbal and physical taunt that was definitely affecting them both.

Feeling a little weak in the legs, Jimin leaned further into Jungkook as he knew his alpha would be glad to wrap his arms around him.

“Yes, please, need more. Want more.”

“Of course you do, always need more. This nice belly needs to keep growing. Maybe next time, they’ll say the third trimester,” Jungkook whispered in his omega’s ear, his arms sneaking around Jimin’s waist and feeling his omega’s stuffed belly fighting against him.

“Next time?” Jimin whimpered, the omega ready to melt into a puddle of embarrassment even though he absolutely loved the idea of doing this again.

Jungkook knew that he needed to bring it back down, pushing Jimin very far in a very public area, but he couldn’t resist one final comment.

“Oh yeah, next time. We’ll go farther, and see how long you can be stuffed up. We will have to stop along the way to refill, won’t we? Maybe we’ll go on a trip, and keep you stuffed the whole time.”

Jimin had to bite down on Jungkook’s shoulder to hide his guttural moan. “Fuck, yes, please.”

“But first, ice cream,” Jungkook prompted, encouraging Jimin to leave his little hiding place.

His touches became more caressing than teasing. As soon as his omega pulled away from his shoulder, Jungkook pulled him into a tender kiss.

Taking a moment to breathe through his lingering arousal, Jimin finally came back to himself and gave his alpha a beaming smile. “Okay, ice cream.”

Jungkook chuckled, completely endeared by his mate, and leaned back in for a chaste peck. He offered his arm to Jimin with a gentlemanly gesture making his mate giggle and hooked his arm through the alpha’s elbow to direct them toward the station exit.

Jimin halted as the station opened up to the street. “Damn it, more fucking stairs.”

The alpha spent the entire ascent laughing at his mate’s pronounced waddle up the staircase. Jimin pouted and scolded him the entire time, feeling breathless once again at the end.

“Okay, new rule - no stairs next time,” Jimin declared, hand on his belly as he panted through the effects of carrying his stuffed self up the stairwell.

“Well, someone came around to a next time pretty quick, huh?” Jungkook teased, starting their walk toward the ice cream parlor with a smirk.

Jimin smacked his arm and rolled his eyes. “Oh hush, just keep walking. I want mint chocolate chip with sprinkles like right now.”

Jungkook leaned over and kissed his temple with a little huff of laughter, followed by another tap to the omega’s middle.

“Man, you are really committed to the act, baby. Playing up the cravings and everything.”

The omega gasped as the blush returned to his cheeks, smacking the alpha’s arm once again. “Oh my God, shut up!”

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Shift in the Balance PT. 1

Yoonmin est + Yoonminkook ; Football start chunky jk, Soft Jm & lovesick Yoongs <3 First time posting a story here, let me know how I'm doing lool

It's 8 o'clock, and Yoongi had been watching that damn old clock on the wall all day. Eagerly waiting to go home, though, now was finally the time. Of course not on the dot-- he'd never be lucky enough to, perhaps no one would be beside the son of his boss who easily was favoured, couldn't blame him, though.

He could suffer through cleaning the tables, hurting his sore back even more. Suffer as he threw out the uneaten food of the last guests, and gathering a bag of what he could take home-- a decently hearty amount, though less then usual as business had been better then ever that day. It isn't as bad as most, but he knows he's being dramatic about mopping the kitchen area when his younger coworkers are eying him. They're the dramatic ones..not him. It's odd to them, but he felt he had every reason. Why did he have to be working, when he could be at home with his boyfriend?

It was a shame, really, but he'd gotten used to the dynamic as much as he hated not seeing him for more then minute. He was needier then he'd ever admit aloud, it seemed.

The sign was flipped over, from open to closed— Yoongi still wondered why they had that pesky sign. Locking the door and turning off the lights was enough. He guessed it was to maintain the rustic and old look of the place, the reason why it gained traction was partially because of that. Like a trip back on time, with good food and bathrooms that was the only relatively modern looking section of the place.

Yoongi quite liked his job, it was decent hours and some perks. Discounts, bringing food home and such— which helped knock off money from groceries. He was a head chef, so his hours were a little longer but he made more and wasn't as worked to the core when he'd just been a regular kitchen staff. He directed them, but of course he did some other things too— especially on weekends and Fridays, their busiest time of the year. Sometimes, he'd get lucky enough that his boyfriend would pop in on one of those days and Yoongi would usually wait him— he could manage it quite wel since that had been his gateway up into his current job. Perhaps he'd been in every position, but he couldn't quite recall.

What was important was turning on the ignition, and getting himself home before the food got cold. Food never tasted the same reheated, but he knew well enough that if he had to; doing it in the oven or a pot was better then microwaving it.

There's already a few pings at his phone from him, and he can already picture the whiny tone that came with every message. Wanting him home. It warmed his heart, and he wished the traffic would seize to exist.

Though, alas— no, thankfully, he arrived home around 9:30, which was a little more then usual but considering it was clean up after a large party of adults, it added up.

With a huff of relief, he entered their apartment, placing the food on the counter, sliding his shoes onto the rack and putting on his slippers.

Instantly— the moment he had his slippers on, he was greeted from behind with a hug. None other then his boyfriend, especially since the hug was so soft against his back. Jimin had always given the best of hugs.

"Welcome home to me," Yoongi chuckled, placing his hands over Jimin's that went around his torso, "you smell nice. Freshened up before I came?"

Jimin hummed, the sound vibrating against Yoongi's back as he had his cheek firmly pressed up against it. "I was sweaty from work," he said, moving one hand to interlock with Yoongi's, "and I wanted to be clean for you,"

"Cute. Though, I am pretty stinky myself," he sighed, thumb rubbing along the backside of Jimin's hand, "how about you set the table, and I'll clean myself up?"

There's a whine of complaint, but Jimin complies and Yoongi gets along to his aforementioned shower.

Once he's out, he's graced by Jimin bent over with an elbow on the table, whilst the other plucked at the different dishes with chopsticks. It was cute, how he sometimes just couldn't resist food like that. Leaving him there with it was like asking him to eat it.

Well..he sort of had been, he assumed he was probably pretty hungry as he usually didn't get much during the day at work. Since he'd only just gotten the job, his work was more intense and harder in his job.

He worked as a aesthetician and was more organizing carts, cleaning the areas and beds for the main ones. It wasn't what he'd dreamt it out to be, that was for certain. He knew it'd take time and practice for him to actually work on a person for more then just their bill for the treatment. But still, he enjoyed taking home samples and sick of products he couldn't yet afford. Using on himself and Yoongi too, as pampering was a large part of both his and Yoongi's love language.

A huge part of it.

Yoongi slides his chair out, sitting down, watching Jimin's sweetly round cheeks flare up pink as he's caught. Which does happen quite a lot, once Yoongi thinks about it-- it's nearly like he's entranced every time he eats. Especially when it comes to the dishes Yoongi makes or brings home for him.

"Hyung, you took sooo long," it had only been five minutes, so the statement only made Yoongi laugh in entertainment, shaking his head as he put some of the food on his own plate. Jimin did the same, about the same amount as Yoongi had.

"I'm here now though, aren't I? Eat your food," he chuckles, jutting his foot at Jimin's leg, "I know you're hungry."

Jimin hums, glancing at his plate and beginning to eat. "Well-- yeah. Work is so hard," he groaned, half in frustration and half in enjoying the delicious meal, "I think my boss likes me, she made me help the nicer lady. Maybe I'll be the one giving treatments, soon."

Yoongi grins, quite proud of him. He'd been there since he'd gotten the job not long ago, moping about feeling like he was useless at the job. Though, it had moved along to him rambling about his coworkers, all pretty kind aside from one of the higher up aestheticians; she was a blunt bitch, as Jimin had said, and was very skilled but extremely rude. Jimin had been assigned to her a few times, and it was sure to say that Yoongi was whined to to bring a pint of ice cream for him to mope about it with. "I'm sure you will be. I'll make sure to be your first booking, I'll book the longest treatment you have so you impress everyone," he said, unable to peel the grin off his face. What? He was a proud boyfriend.

It's enough that Jimin's covering his face with the hand that isn't feeding himself, giggling and shaking his head. "Aish-- you're so embarrassing," he grumbles, though he hardly means it. Yoongi knows just how much he'd want that, whether he'd actually admit it or not.

"Mm, but seriously I'm proud of you. I'm not surprised she likes you, you're sweet and good at what you do...even if for now it's washing hand towels and fixing spa beds, Minnie," he says, picking up his last tteokbokki and eating it, "proud."

"Corny, but, thank you." The words mean a lot to him, Yoongi can tell in the way he shyly distracts himself by finishing up his plate and silently picking at the rest of the food on the table as Yoongi rambles on. Something about a new younger employee who he doesn't hate (shocker, since he usually hates the young ones) along with a food reviewer coming in and rating the food well. This and that until Jimin's declared himself full and they're packing away the minimal leftovers (thanks to Jimin).

Yoongi pauses, leaning against the counter to watch Jimin bend over to peer down at their freezer. Getting an eyeful of his full hips and sweet behind, and he's certain that he's pouting out his lower lip in thought as he glances at his options. "Do I need an ice cream sandwich or a melona is the question..." Jimin mumbles to himself, finding that Yoongi answers it by poking at the pudge poking out on his hips, "ice cream sandwich, it is."

He pulls out a large ice cream sandwich, it's an Oreo one though. Since he's civilized, he's put it in a bowl and grabbed a spoon to eat it without looking like an Oreo ice cream sandwich after.

With ease despite his fullness, he plops onto the couch with Yoongi following along, placing him on his lap. It was Jimin's spot, after all. Though, he wiggles a little to get comfortable (and tease Yoongi, but he didn't need to know that) and begins on the sweet cool treat. Yoongi leans back a little, Jimin following the movement and humming in content as Yoongi has his arms wrapped around him, holding him closer.

His hands sink in a little, acknowledging the plushness of his boyfriend. He quite likes it, it's made him a better cuddle and just feels-- soft. What's better then something warm and soft? Nothing. There quite literally is not anything better then that.

"Want a bite?" Jimin queries, turning his head back to look at him, a small sliver of the ice cream sandwich on his spoon. Yoongi declines, and quite quickly the spoonful has gone to Jimin. And another. And another. And yet another, until the bowl is empty and he's scrapping the sides for bits of the melting ice cream.

It's cute, the way they were able to just sit and bask in each others company. Even if it just ensued Jimin gorging on sweets or watching a show Yoongi liked but Jimin found to be boring. They just, simply, enjoyed one another so very much.

After a few minutes, the bowl and spoon are washed and they're in their bedroom preparing for bed-- it's early, but they know themselves. Chatting for hours in bed, and sleep ensues a few hours after deciding to get ready to rest for the night. It's silly, but it's how they are.

Yoongi's long been in his pyjamas, consisting of some sweats and a loose tee, while Jimin had chosen (strangely) some jeans and an oversized hoodie.

Jimin huffed, trying to undo the button. Failing multiple times before it gave in, and the zipper undid itself as his plush tummy took in the space, allowing Jimin more room to breath and sigh aloud in relief. "Why would you wear jeans..."

The younger shrugged, pink tinting his cheeks as he removed his pants, replacing them with new boxers and switching the hoodie out for an oversized tee. "Because."

"Because?"

Another shrug, dimming the lights and crawling into the bed, tucking himself under the blankets with Yoongi, an arm draped over his chest as he pressed himself against his side. With ease, Yoongi was holding him right back, peppering kisses all over the side of his face, primarily on his cheeks though. Soft and full, how could he not pepper them in sweet kisses? "Weirdo."

He doesn't shrug, he only giggles and the topic is averted, moving onto what they should do tomorrow on their first off day together in two weeks.

Yoongi's sure he's up first, arm around Jimin's soft middle, lazily pressing his fingers against the plushness there. It's a little new, though as long as he's known Jimin he'd always been a little softer and cuddlier-- though, now he was certain this was he softest he'd ever been while knowing him. Or ever, really, considering he'd seen photos of him younger, in which he wasn't so lean but surely smaller then now. Far smaller then now.

But, he knows he isn't the only one awake when Jimin's giggles fill the air. "Hyung-- that tickles," he huffs, turning to face him, leaving Yoongi's arm to drape over his back, choosing to rub the small of his back instead.

"I thought you weren't awake," Yoongi grumbles, the only way he can talk in the morning. it was either that, or a whisper-- which would still have that grumble to it that sent butterflies straight to Jimin's belly.

"So, what, you just tickle my tummy when I'm asleep?" Jimin chuckles, enjoying the way Yoongi's flustered at that, "hmm? Answer me, hyung."

The elder shakes his head, closing his eyes and mimicking a snore. "Hyung! You do, don't you?" he's whining, so Yoongi can't get out of it now, meekly nodding his head as he pressed against his chest.

"Yes, okay?"

Jimin hummed, threading his fingers through Yoongi's hair. "I'm not accusing you, I'm just curious. It's...dunno, nice to know you want to touch me even if I'm not asking for it," he says, mumbling the last few words.

Though there's something else to it-- something deeper, but Yoongi can't seem to find it on his own. "I do love your body, Minnie," he murmured, pressing his thumb against his love handles, "I think you're so pretty."

"Really?"

"Pft, really, love. Something about you lately is just so..." his brows furrow, wracking his mind for the word, "radiant? In just every way, really. Not that you weren't before, but, I don't know. Something just changed, in a good way."

Jimin keeps threading his fingers through his hair, taking a moment to think. "Well, hm..thank you. I-- well," he bites his lip, "I'm glad you still like my body."

"Mm, never think that I don't. 2 sizes up or down, I'll love you all the same."

"Even 3 sizes up?"

"You-- you know what I meant, yah," Yoongi groaned, rolling out of bed, flattening out his shirt, "we do have plans today, slipped my mind. We're going to Taehyung's school to watch the football game there."

All he hears is Jimin groaning, and the sound of the covers moving to cover Jimin entirely. A muffled, "not Football..." But Yoongi didn't listen, pulling the covers entirely off him with a chuckle, and walking on off to the washroom while leaving Jimin too stunned to utter a word.

Until he's pouting, blow drying his hair and side-eying Yoongi as though saying 'the things I do for you' like watching a university football game is the worst thing imaginable.

"You won't die. I'll be there, Taehyung, Hoseok, Seokjin and Namjoon will be there, too," Yoongi assures, though Jimin's pout only intensifies, setting down his blow dryer and taking the plug out of the outlet.

"I will die. Hyung, sports are so boring."

It's clear to see, although he had been into track many years before-- that had slowly turned into something he hated due to others. But, despite it, he still hates it all. Even attending his cousins house league basketball games makes his stomach churn with distaste. All that makes it somewhat bearable is--

"What about this-- I get you the biggest popcorn there is and a soda, hm?" Jimin raised an eyebrow, surely the deal was sweetened with that-- but, he needed a little more convincing. "Fine, you can sit on my lap. Refills on it all as many times as you'd like, okay? But you can't complain after that."

With a sly grin on his lips, he nodded, "mm, I guess it's a deal, Yoongi-hyung."

Jimin keeps himself clung to Yoongi in the food-stand line, not understanding how a university has it's own food venders but perhaps it was just because his did not engage in many sports in those days. There was an on-campus gym, but that was about it. Though, he was also wondering why it took so long to wait, and why the line for a university football game was so long. He was hungry, having missed breakfast by sleeping and they'd nearly been late so they couldn't have gotten any food, much to Jimin's avail.

"Hungry?" Yoongi asks, seeing how Jimin's pouting just a little bit. Practically on cue, his stomach lets out a rumble, loud enough that Yoongi hears it from beside him. The arm around his waist snakes a little further, pressing against the softness of Jimin's newly formed tummy pooch of his lower belly.

He nods, though he knows his body has already answered, rudely, for him. "I didn't even have breakfast," Jimin sulked, "and we're at a football gam-- I mean, my favourite place in the world."

Laughing, Yoongi shakes his head-- quite fond of Jimin's good-hearted sarcasm. At least he tried to take on his end of the deal to some extent.

"Hyung!" Taehyung shouts, though he's a few feet away, slowly making his way over through the crowd of people, sure to draw lots of attention to himself through his over-the-top attire and loud deep voice. Jimin ducks his head, and Yoongi's shaking his, wondering how he couldn't have expected that, even though it is Taehyung. Natural demander of attention.

"Hi Taehyung-ah," Yoongi says, hand mindlessly squeezing at the pudginess of Jimin's waist, causing him to squeak against him, "excuse him, he can't function without breakfast. Clearly."

"Clearly. Jiminie hyung needs food to be sane," Taehyung giggles, joining them in the line, staring ahead at the 3 people in front of them, "the food isn't bad here, actually. Popcorn's always fresh and the fries are perfect."

Jimin's head perks up, looking up at Yoongi, his puppy dog eyes out on display for him.

"How am I supposed to deny him anything when he looks like that," Yoongi says, looking over at Taehyung who seems equally convinced merely by Jimin's eyes.

"I will kill you if you don't get him everything he wants, Min Yoongi. I may like you, but a well fed Jiminie comes first," Taehyung says, giving Jimin's tummy a poke, almost gasping as it dips in far more then it ever had before. His eyes meet Jimin's, smiling at him and getting a smile right back (since, the eyes had already worked the magic on his meal).

Yoongi rolled his eyes, waiting and waiting whilst the younger two spoke. Taehyung complaining about classes but also thrilled about his designing project, where he gets to design two pieces that would suit both men and women, a gender neural fashion project (apparently nothing gets him going more then that). While Jimin tries to make the best of his current job, rambling on about all the products and discounts, even adding in that he uses it to give Yoongi facials (which somehow gets Yoongi blushing quite a lot).

Eventually, it's their turn, ordering the biggest basket of popcorn, large fries and a drink for each of them. Water for himself, soda for Jimin and Taehyung.

Finding their seats right as someone's talking into the microphone, greeting their friends and all eyes are on the field.

Not Jimin's, too busy gorging but after some time he does find his eyes on the field out of pure boredom. Even with Yoongi's arms around him (which is usually enough to distract him from anything), he finds himself paying attention to the game.

Well, sort of, he's paying attention to a particular player. Player 01. He doesn't know if he's good or not, but he sure as hell knows that he's cute and definitely built.

They're all sturdy and strong looking, but 01 is just...a little different. Gorgeously thick, and toned, thighs, that are practically ready to burst out of his uniform every time he's bending down at the beginning of each quarter of the game. He's got a bit of a tummy, though he can tell he's toned, it's there enough that the small protruding pooch of it that presses against his uniform in a little bump. Again, his arms are thick and his biceps are remarkably strong. Jimin's nearly bitting his tongue every time the ball is in his hand, even cheering with Yoongi (and everyone else) when he scores.

By the end of the game, he can surely call himself a fanboy. So distracted, that he'd just barely finished the food from the beginning, from nearly 2 hours before, in that two hours (with a little help, too).

Yoongi doesn't say anything, not wanting to think more then that he was right about football being enjoyable enough that Jimin hadn't only been focused on the food. Though, he isn't too sure about why until Jimin's desperately following Taehyung down to the locker rooms to meet Taehyung's boyfriend there (his name was Han) and Yoongi was curious and confused. He wasn't too sure what to pin Jimin's enjoyment to, just yet.

"Did you enjoy the game?" Han asked, wiping the sweat off his forehead, halfway out of the locker room door, enough that he was able to kiss the side of Taehyung's head, "it was a tough one, we got so lucky with Jungkook's scoring on the last second."

Yoongi nodded, "that guy was fast as hell, it was a close game. Good job, I enjoyed it. Jimin enjoyed it too, and he does not like foo--"

Jimin shakes his head, "it was amazing! I really enjoyed it, I'm happy to have been invited."

Silence crawled but Han filled it, "glad to hear it. Uh, did you guys wanna come in or could you wait a bit for us to finish up? We don't take long, I swear." The latter is chosen, more for the sake of Han not wanting Taehyung to see other very hot sweaty football guys, though. It's cute.

"You enjoyed a football game? Well, there's a first for everything," Taehyung laughed, swaying as he now back hugged Jimin, poking his fingers along his soft belly, "or maybe you liked one of the players?~"

Yoongi raises an eyebrow, leaning against the wall. "The team's definitely not ugly. They could be an idol group based off looks," he hummed, noting how Jimin's head tilted in interest, so he continued on, "not bad, not bad at all. Are they all over 23?"

"Oh yes-- aside from the short one, he's 21. Really good, though, good friend of Han's. Why? Are you two--" Taehyung gasps, arms tightening around Jimin which has Jimin wincing, "sorry-- I meant, are you two finally in search of a third?"

"What? N--"

"Maybe," Jimin says, pursing his lips and loosening Taehyung's arms around his taunt full gut, "I, just-- thought, maybe."

Taehyung giggles, "I think you hadn't communicated that to hyung yet, Minnie~"

Jimin huffs, "no, I guess not. Hyung, I've been thinking about it lately."

"Well, I have too but I didn't think we were just admitting it to Taehyung randomly," he says, shaking his head, "let's talk later? I think the-"

A stampede, a stampede of ab-bearing (aside from one) men are coming out in a Hurd out of the change room. Some say their goodbyes, something about classes being soon while a few others stay. And among those, it's Player 01, in all his sturdy chunky glory. Jimin can't think straight, Taehyung's arms now around Jimin while Yoongi kept his hand interlocked loosely with Jimin's chubby stubby one.

"Okay. Names," Taehyung says, squinting as he glances at the four men that have joined them, "Sunghoon." He nods, making himself noted to everyone. "J-- no, yes, Jeongin?" Jeongin nods, laughing a little bit at the expression on Taehyung's face. "Fuck-- you're Jungkook?" Jungkook nods, and it's him-- Player 01, now he knows that it's Jungkook. The last of them is Jihoon, but Jimin's distracted by trying to subtly look at Jungkook while the others disperse into conversation. But-- not so much to his avail, he's caught.

"Jimin, right?" Jimin doesn't know how he knows his name, but he nods dumbly in response. "Jungkook. Yoongi's friend?"

Jimin laughs, "boyfriend. He dragged me out here, but-- I'm friends with Taehyung."

"Well, figures-- he talks about you whenever he's here, actually. I feel like I'm meeting a celebrity," Jungkook jokes, having Jimin descend into giggles, so, he continues on, "but it's nice to meet you. Guessing you're not a football fan then, since they had to drag you? Hm?"

It takes a surprisingly large amount of energy out of him to not say that Jungkook could make him football fan, or even a fucking fanboy, for Christs sake. But he doesn't, sparing himself the inevitable embarrassment of that. Instead, nodding at his questions, "yeah, but it's not too bad... I'm easily bribed with food, so." He feels his life flash before his eyes-- forgetting how chubby he'd gotten, shy to advertise attention to his body. He knows he isn't very big, even with how heartily he eats he only gains enough for a small squishy tummy, a round bubble butt and thighs that were snug in all his jeans. Including the ones he had on now, painfully digging into his midsection, especially after all he'd eaten and drank.

But, to his surprise, Jungkook doesn't give him a weird stare or even assess his body. Simply, he just adds onto it, "pft, that's the same for me. I can't ever resist some good food, like, ever. Ever."

"It's so good," Jimin says, nearly whining, "what kind of stuff do you like, Jungkook-ah?"

Jungkook hums, fixing his hair out of his face with one hand while the other carried his medium sized duffel bag. "Good question. Anything, really. I have a really big sweet tooth though, so I really like ice cream, boba and that kind of stuff. But I love meat and spicy food. the fries they sell at the stand--"

"Taehyung told me, so I got them. Really yummy," Jimin says, unconsciously rubbing small circles into the bloat of his tummy.

The comment makes Jungkook smile. "Yeah, so good. But what do you like?"

"Oh.." Jimin bites the inside of his cheek, as though this is the most difficult question of his life (it could be, he loved food so much and so many different foods.). "Tteokbokki is my favourite. Uhm, well, Yoongi-hyung works at a restaurant so whatever he brings is the best. But I really like pastries. There's this little cafe near my apartment and they have the best sweets. They even have some frozen yoghurt, too, when I feel like a treat but also..somewhat healthy."

It's more then half an hour and Jungkook's phone buzzes loudly, a reminder that this next class was in half an hour.

"I really enjoyed talking with you. Maybe sometime we can go to that cafe?" Jungkook asks, hope in his eyes, though he sees Yoongi looking at them, trying to assess the situation. Naturally, his face makes him look like he's angry though Jimin ( not Jungkook) knows damn well he's endeared more then anything.

"Yes! I mean, yes, sure," he giggles, taking Jungkook's phone from him to add in his number to his contacts, "don't miss your class! It was nice meeting you."

Jungkook nods, smiling as he tucks his phone into his pants, pulling his pants up over his exposed tummy before giving a small bow and running off with a loud. "Cya!"

Yoongi slurping his drink at the cafe is enough for Jimin to note that something's up.

"What is it?" he asks, voice soft, interlocking his hand with Yoongi's-- not liking how it was nervously picking at his skin, "what's up, hyung?"

The elder looks at him, his other hand mindlessly stirring his black coffee. "I wanna talk about earlier. About looking for a third, Jimin," he said, caressing the backside of Jimin's pudgy hand, "I wanna know what you want, okay?"

"Ah, hyung. I just always though it'd be nice, ever since we talked about it before. Just another in the mix. To care for and all," he said, shrugging, "and for you to cuddle."

"Jungkook."

"Hm?"

"You were thinking about it because of Jungkook. He was the only reason you were watching the game so intently, huh?" Yoongi teased, tracing along Jimin's hand, "I'm just guessing. But, I think I'm right." Those red-glowing cheeks were always a dead giveaway on Jimin's end.

Jimin whined, swinging his legs around and shrugging. "Well..I, I don't know."

"He's pretty cute."

The brunette tilted his head, "...yes. You think so?"

"Yeah, I do. He's cute, super intense on the field but out of the changing room he seemed sweet. I mean, if you two ever shut up I might've been able to say more then hello, y'know," Yoongi laughed, shaking his head, "I don't wonder if he likes guys but..not everyone is fine with being with more then one person. And even so, usually more as an open relationship--"

"Which this isn't."

"Correct, this isn't. But, if you want to, we get to know him better together. I heard a mention of that cafe you love, mm?"

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