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"Hi everyone, welcome back!"

Jungkook smiled wide into the camera lens, adjusting it to make sure the picture looked good on his computer monitor.

"Sorry I’m a few minutes late," he looked at the camera up through his eyelashes, watching the viewer numbers quickly climb as people joined his live.

"I really didn’t mean to make you all wait," he gave a soft pout and widened his eyes into his best puppy expression.

"I hope no one was worried."

It was always a little awkward talking to himself in his silent bedroom.

His second monitor was open to the livestream’s chat, and a stream of messages flowed in, full of encouraging phrases:

no, we’re just happy you’re here!

I missed you Kookie!

Thank you for streaming for us!

An assault of heart emojis littered his screen.

He gave a shy smile to his camera, and blushed a little.

He’d been doing this for long enough that he knew what people liked, and what got him more cash, or as he liked to call it, “donations” from his “sponsors.”

He gave a little giggle as more encouraging messages flooded in as the viewing numbers kept climbing. He couldn’t really start until he felt that enough people were watching.

Giving his set up a once-over just to make sure everything was running smoothly, he thought once again that the new lens that Jimin had given him for his birthday had really enhanced the quality of his past few videos.

"Can everyone see me okay? Hear me okay?"

He looked into the camera, resting his cheek in his hand to stall while more people joined his live.

"How have you all been? I’ve missed you so much. I hope you’re doing well," he fluttered his lashes just enough, looking at the camera like he was enamored on a first date.

More messages from the hefty load of people watching poured in, and he enjoyed this part so much, he wanted to read a few of them.

"I don’t want anyone to miss out," he sighed contentedly, "so I’m going to wait a few minutes for more people to join. Just in case they can't come right away, I don't want anyone to feel neglected."

Golden hearts appeared in the top left corner of his monitor, along with money amounts and the username of the donor.

He’d learned that his devoted viewers loved it when he was sweet and soft, and he made points to talk to them like they were his friends… even though they supplied him with his rent, his groceries, and a steadily growing savings, hell he’d even been able to start a retirement fund from this gig.

What had begun as a quick way to make enough cash to pay for his tuition had blossomed beyond a hobby, and into the only job that he needed to pay bills, food, and then some.

However, he continued because he wanted to put his acting degree to good use, and kept this as once a week thing rather than more frequent streams, because he still wanted to work a real job.

Working outside of streaming gave him so much personal fulfillment.

So what he did here, he kept a secret.

The people that worked with him at the coffee shop didn't know, and neither did the people he worked with at his arts internship. Only his best friends knew about the real source of his income, and they always made a point to sign onto his lives when they could.

A message popped up on the chat from Jimin: "Fighting! Kookie! You look so pretty today!"

He giggled at his best friend, who was probably typing that from the kitchen just down the hall, and talked to the camera, "awh, you guys are so sweet. Thank you for all the compliments. I think we're getting close to starting, does anyone have anything special they want to tell me? I’m reading all of your messages right now."

Messages flashed by so fast as tons of people typed things, and Jungkook scrolled and chose a few to read and respond to at random.

"Ooh, lots of people are saying you like my new hair."

He smiled and ran his fingers through the black locks he had spent way too much on getting permed and colored a few days ago at a high-end salon.

"I felt like I wanted a change from the light brown and I was tired of how straight it was."

He tilted his head side to side so they could see his newly dark and tousled hair.

"I was kind of nervous you guys wouldn't like it…"

He was always nervous that his fans wouldn't like any changes he made to his appearance, but more pink heart emojis flooded the screen, reassurance.

"You don't think it makes me look too intense right? I’m still your cute bunny, right?"

He gave the biggest doe-eyes he could manage, noticing that the viewing numbers had slowed from rapid jumps to a steadier climb, slowing down the increase.

More comments of reassurance flooded in, making a genuine blush tint his cheeks at the assault of praise and people telling him he looked amazing.

The viewing numbers plateaued, albeit higher than they had been last week, and he clapped his hands together happily, sitting back in his comfortable chair and grinning.

"Everyone's here. Let's get started!"

A flood of little confetti emojis appeared on the screen from hundreds of people, and his chest warmed at how they genuinely loved what he did.

He’d never thought that he could get paid for doing what he loved most…eating.

"You guys wanna know why I was late today for our usual Friday-night date?"

He pouted, grabbing the large stack of to-go boxes and presenting them on the desk in front of him, so they could see all the food.

"The delivery guy went to the wrong place. I think it was his first day, I felt so bad for the poor kid that I gave him a hug."

He cracked open the plastic lids, and presented each dish to the camera and naming them, while tons of heart-eyed stickers assaulted the chat as people saw the food.

"I really wanted to do a nice sit-down with you guys, and chat." He grabbed his chopsticks, making sure his iconic water bottle with a bunny sticker was also in view, as the various scents filled his nose and made his mouth water.

"-But oh my god, I’m so hungry," he confessed, and dug into the first of the containers, the spicy noodles with beef making him groan at the delectable flavor and tilt his head back at the first huge bite.

He needed to not go too fast. Otherwise, he would feel sick, but he also needed to not go too slow... otherwise, he would get full too soon.

Knowing it was a bad habit, he slurped more of the delicious noodles and spoke with his mouth full, "hopefully you don't mind," he swallowed, grabbing another large bite with his chopsticks, "I might not be very talkative today. I’m starving, you guys."

He shoved in the hot spicy bite, enjoying how the heat prickled across his tongue as more donations came in, making his heart as full as his stomach was going to be once he was finished.

"But to make it up to you," he spoke in between bites, scraping the bottom of the container, "next time we’ll have a good solid catch-up."

He finished off the last of it, leaving the empty container in the camera's frame before picking up the next full one.

He’d found that showing how much he’d eaten with the empty dishes laid out like trophies increased his donations, a lot.

"I want to know how you all are." He cooled the heat on his tongue with the chicken and vegetables, "so we’ll spend some good quality time together next week, alright? Q&A, I’ll answer as many as I can."

He gave a soft giggle.

"...and of course- I’ll bring snacks."

The promise of something to look forward to made even more donations come in, and a plethora of more pink hearts and love messages popped in the chat.

Yes, it was about the money, but he also genuinely loved doing this.

He loved eating, and loved that people liked to watch him, wanted to get to know him, even if his camera persona was much more outgoing than he was in real-life situations.

This gave him a place to relax, a place to indulge, and a place to play a part and fulfill a role that he loved doing so much.

Settling into comfortable silence, he finished the second box, set it down next to the other, and picked up the third, his stomach contentedly warm, but he was still hungry.

"This one's my favorite. I’d share it with you if I could," he gave his signature smile they all referred to as bunny, which had quickly earned him his internet nickname.

He tore into the fried rice dish, sitting back in his plush chair comfortably.

He ate it slower than the first two, trying to pace himself, knowing that he still had quite a bit left to go, and didn't hold back the series of small moans that bubbled up in him at the robust flavor, spices and fried rice creating a perfect medley.

He sunk into the heavenly flavor, his only thought to keep eating the amazing dish in his hand, and to enjoy the soft delicious stretch of his stomach.

A little ding pulled his focus away from the delectable dish he was consumed in.

This happened every time. For a moment, he would forget he was on camera as the food was the only thing occupying his mind and drowning his senses.

He would get lost in the harmonious flavors, the desperate need to eat heartily to curb his hunger, and the wonderful fullness that settled in him.

His gentle reminder that he had permanently set always pulled him back out again of what Jimin had called his “food-lust.”

Realigning his mind, he tipped the container up to his lips, scraping the last bits of fried rice into his mouth, and making sure he was facing the side so the camera could catch it all.

Setting down the container, he made a soft "oof" noise, and took a sip of water.

There was a growing fullness in his stomach, warm and so comforting that made his heart melt a little, like he was cuddling someone or receiving a big hug.

"I can’t believe it," he whined and rubbed his stomach, enjoying the feeling of the food heavily settling in his middle, making it distend and push out into his hand.

"I’m already getting full you guys," he pouted, "that's not fair."

A bunch of “not fairs” and “nooooooo,” crying faces, and “show us” littered the chat.

This is why people really came to his lives.

Since technically this platform was a Not Safe For Work site, lots of streamers performed sexual acts on camera.

His best friend Jimin was one of the current top-viewed camboys that had given him loads of sponsorships.

Jungkook was just lucky enough to find a niche that fit him and his own interests, and he was really really lucky that there was a huge number of closeted inflation-kink enthusaiasts out there.

He leaned back in his chair, still rubbing his distended stomach, picturing the rice and noodles mixing inside of him, and asked the camera, with a level of shyness, "you guys want to see?"

He couldn’t even count the number of donations that just flashed on his monitor, and the explosion of “YES” comments.

Sitting up, he gave another one of his signature smiles, and cooed, "I just can’t say no to you guys."

Grabbing the hem of his tight-fitting black t-shirt, he peeled it off over his head.

He leaned back, making sure his back was arched, and ran his palm over his distended stomach.

"Gosh, I feel so full."

He moaned and did his best to put on a good show, knowing that donations would be pounding into his account.

"Ah, but I still have so much left to eat," he pouted, pretending to complain, but picked up the next container of fried noodles mixed with orange sauce and chicken.

"I shouldn’t have bought so many noodles," he whined, "noodles are so filling."

Getting comfortable again, he let his eyes flutter at the rich and tangy flavor as he brought load after load to his mouth.

"I’m supposed to be on a diet," he lied, grabbing the next full box and rubbing his palm in circles over his stomach which was getting more swollen as he kept filling himself with delicious food.

"I’m going to get so fat, you guys," he complained while shoving more into his mouth.

Jungkook absolutely loved feeling full.

He always had, but his channel had only amplified his adoration of the way his normally flat abdomen would slowly fill up and push out into his waiting hands.

He loved the heavy feeling of his stomach as he kept eating.

It was so satisfying, and he left a hand gently rubbing over his middle so he could excitedly feel as he stretched a little bit more with each large swallow.

One of the reasons he had thought that he was so successful at this, aside from the fact that he genuinely loved eating and had always been a big eater, was that he had such a high metabolism.

He made sure to work out so he could eat whatever he wanted, but aside from his live-streams, he made healthy choices.

This led him to a naturally thin waist, and combined with his genetics, he had always been built narrow, with narrow hips and a flat abdomen.

In his opinion, this made the image of him stuffing himself with food that much more prominent.

His stomach would fill up, but the visual was always much more dramatic than how it actually felt, since he’d been subconsciously training himself over the course of his two years streaming to hold more and more food.

This was his guilty pleasure… eating as much as he possibly could, people watching, and enjoying the heavy warm weight that settled in his middle, making it expand to push out and give him a rounded belly.

He knew everyone had their own fetishes, his just happened to be eating food… a fuck ton of food, and enjoying the view his body provided.

Finishing the fifth container of take-out, he made little pants with his tongue, rocking forward to reach for the last two containers and making it look like he was struggling to move, knowing that people ate that shit up.

He groaned and leaned back, bringing the food with him, and swiveled his chair to give people a side-view, turning his head to face the camera, drooping and looking exhausted in his video, and rubbed the bulging swell of his stomach, which from the new angle, pushed out obscenely and filled his hand.

"Guys," he whimpered, "I don’t know if I can finish. I’m so full."

The chat exploded with people encouraging him on, and he whined dramatically, looking stuffed and his eyes unfocused and glazed in the video.

"I think I can do it just for you," he told them, and brought the warm tteokbokki to his mouth.

God, he loved tteokbokki so much.

He let more whimpers of satisfaction escape his lips as he closed his eyes, blissed-out and drowning in the delicious flavor.

Before he’d even realized, he’d finished.

With a pang of disappointment that it was gone, he reached for the final full box, the other array of empty containers on display as his stomach stretched with each swallow.

"Guys, I really think I’m at my limit," he whimpered, the warm heaviness in his middle so comforting, and only beginning to actually be uncomfortable as time settled.

He’d known his real limits, and never, ever crossed them.

But his fans didn’t need to know that, they just needed to feel good and feed into the show, and he wondered how many of his faithful following were getting pleasure from his very believable theatrics.

After each live, Jimin would always check on him, make sure he was actually okay, saying that he was truly convinced each time that Junkook had gone too far.

"I-" he breathed shallowly, knowing his stomach was rising and falling quickly.

"I saved the best for last."

He tipped the box to show them the rolls of sushi.

"You know the great thing about sushi?" he fluttered his eyelashes at the camera, seeing with satisfaction that he looked thoroughly fucked-out on the screen.

"It-" he brought a piece to his mouth, enjoying the contrast of crisp vegetables with succulent fish that danced across his tongue.

He swallowed, giving a little moan, and brought the next one to his mouth, wanting it to look like he just couldn't help it.

He paused, purposely chewing slowly, before finishing his interrupted thought.

"It-It expands in your stomach."

He let his eyes fall back shut as he ate piece after delectable piece of sushi, letting his genuine sounds of contentment fall out between each bite, appearing as sounds of strained desire and pain from the food.

It took him longer to finish the sushi than it had his first dishes, but he no longer felt ravenous as he had earlier in the day.

Being hungry was his least favorite feeling, and being completely full had quickly climbed up to reign king as one of his absolute favorite sensations.

It was to die for.

Dropping the empty container to the floor instead of putting it back up in the trophy line with the rest of the boxes, his eyes fluttered back open, and he brought both hands to his full stomach, which was stretched tight with all of the wonderful food packed inside.

He wished he could eat it all over again.
"...’M so full," he drooped his lids and slurred out his speech, delighted inside that in his monitor he was the spitting image of ruined, looking so thoroughly-fucked, and borderline pregnant.

A chorus of comments made his chest heat up happily:

You did so well, Kookie!

How can you fit so much inside that little belly of yours? Did such a good job for us, bun.

Bunny did amazing, looks so beautiful.

"You guys like it?" he prompted, acting shy, but reverently petting his bloated round middle so they could all see, "did I get full enough? I hope everyone enjoyed it and is as satisfied as I am."

He gave a sleepy smile, loving all of the comments that rained more praise and encouragement on him.

"Mmmph," he made a dazed-grunting sound, struggling to keep his eyes open, "I gotta go take a nap, otherwise I’ll fall asleep right here. I need a few hours to digest before I can have dessert."

The chat went wild, begging him to stay on the live, asking him to have dessert now, and lots of people telling him it was okay to fall asleep, and that they would still be here when he woke up, to watch him have some sweets.

"Awh, you guys are so sweet," he sleepily mumbled, still holding and stroking his large mound of a stomach, "you’re my dessert for now. I can't have any real sweets until some of this goes down."

He gave his stomach a couple of pats, knowing they loved it when he did any form of touching after stuffing himself, and he dreamily slid his lazy gaze away from the heavy comfort in his gut back to the camera.

"Kookie's belly is stuffed too full for anything else, and your bunny needs a long nap," he fumbled in his chair, reaching for the mouse, and ‘accidentally’ falling back in his chair with the effort it took to move.

In all honesty, trying to sit up with a basketball shoved in his stomach did make it harder, but he loved the fullness and expanded feeling, and equally loved acting the part.

"Oof," he huffed as he flopped back in his chair under the weight, and tried again to sit up to reach the mouse to end the live.

"Gosh, I’m really really packed full this time, aren't I?" he milked, "can't even sit up to say goodbye to you guys properly."

A chorus of comments praised him again for his full belly and wished he wouldn't go.

"I’ll miss you," he successfully sat up after his ‘struggle,’ and swiveled his chair to face the camera head-on.

Pretending it was an absentminded action, he rubbed big circles over his stomach, and let out a sigh as he read departing comments telling them how much they’ll miss him.

"Awh, guys," he whined, "I can’t leave if you’re all telling me how much you love me and being so sweet."

He leaned forward to better look at all the adoring words of his fans, and breathed in while subtly pushing his feet to his toes, so the underside of his rounded stomach made contact with his sweatpant-clad thighs.

"Oh!" his eyes widened, and he looked down, surprise across his features for the camera.

"Oh!" he said again, hands returning to his stomach, unable to stay away.

"Oh, everyone. This is new for me," he glanced back up at the camera with a shy smile, the picture of his protruding stomach pressing into his legs as he leaned forward making pink bloom on his cheeks, making his shy look even more adorably genuine.

"My- my belly is so full, it's resting on my thighs when I sit up," he smiled at them, the flood of pink heart emojis renewing with more praise.

"Oh wow," he looked at his middle with genuine enjoyment, "oh it feels so good. I feel so full, and I’m so happy."

He rubbed up and down his rounded, heavy middle, with more shy smiles at the camera, and he whimpered.

"I don’t wanna go, I want to keep eating for you all, but I’m so tired, and I need to spend a little time enjoying how full I feel before it goes away."

He pouted at them, "I wish I could be this full all the time. I wish you guys were here for cuddles. I can already feel my tummy start to digest those spicy noodles I ate first. I think after a good long nap, I’ll be ready for some dessert."

He pursed his lips in a kiss, before whispering, "maybe I’ll post a selfie of me and my dessert for my friends."

His ‘friends’ were what he called his exclusive subscribers, those that paid monthly for exclusive content and more direct contact- where they could post on his photos and he would reply to them, increasing their bond.

"-But for now, I love you all, and I’ll see you next week, at the same time. Don't forget to bring questions, it’ll be our intimate little Q&A together."

He made sure to wiggle his fingers in a happy goodbye, while rubbing large circles across the front of his stomach, like he wasn't even realizing he was doing it.

He ended the live, made sure the cameras were off, then sat up straight in his seat.

He quickly stacked the empty containers, grabbing the one from the floor, and walked to the garbage to clean up the mess.

He despised messes, and cleaning was one of the first things he did after every stream, because people liked it when he was a little bit messy, but he hated leaving a mess for later.

"Let’s see how well we did," he scooted his chair closer to his now fully wiped off and cleaned desk, and clicked on the summary statistics of his live.

His jaw dropped.

He’d had the most views he’d ever accumulated, the most comments, and the most profits.

He’d made over $9,000.

His heart jumped into his throat in excitement.

Oh wow, oh this was amazing. This was the best he had ever done before!

People must have really liked what he did today.

He excitedly clapped his hands together and squealed, elated at the success of his live, and his channel.

First-time guests must have enjoyed it too, because he’d gained over 800 subscribers after his livestream ended.

A soft knock at his door made him excitedly call "come in!" and Jimin stuck his head in his bedroom.

"Just making sure you’re not dead, Kookie," his blonde friend gave him a cheeky and angelic smile.

"Jiminie," Jungkook grinned at his friend, "over half a million viewers. Nine thousand dollars."

Jimin burst the door open, and started jumping up and down, a sound between singing a high note and screaming ripping from his throat as he shared Jungkook's excitement.

"Kookie! Kookie! That's your best yet! That's amazing! I’m so proud of you!"

His friend attacked him in a hug, making Jungkook laugh and crumple in his seat under his best friend's affections, who was obnoxiously peppering his forehead and cheeks with kisses.

"Oh just wait until I tell TaeTae, I’m sure he was watching. He's coming over and we're going to celebrate."

Jungkook loved snuggling with his best friend and Jimin's professed soulmate, and the idea of a huge celebratory cuddle puddle made Jungkook’s heart flutter with excitement.

However, at the moment, Jimin was draped over him, pushing him into the seat, and even though his friend was short and lythe and could be wrongly mistaken for small, he was densely packed with muscle and was, for lack of a better word, heavy as fuck on Jungkook’s straining stomach.

"Jiminie, I’m going to either burst or vomit if you don’t get off."

Jimin scrambled off his lap, but not before giving his stomach a playful smack and his friend teased, "you really looked huge on camera, you know that?"

Jungkook couldn't help but banter with his best friend.

"What do you mean ‘on camera?’ I look huge in person too."

Jimin snorted, but Jungkook kept his hands on his bloated midsection.

"You and your weird ass kinks," Jimin stuck his tongue out at him, "who gets turned on by literally trying to make themselves fat?"

Jungkook stuck his tongue back out at Jimin defiantly.
"You’re one to talk, Mr. I-let-my-boyfriend-put-a-collar-on-me-and-I-call-him-Alpha."

Jimin spun on his heel to leave, and retorted in defense, but his cheeks were pink, "that was one time!

Of course the one fucking time you have to walk in on me and Yoongi. Haven't you ever heard of knocking?!"

Jungkook burst out laughing, calling after his best friend.

"You were in the living room!"

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Before going to take a nap, which Jungkook desperately needed to soothe the heavy weight in his stomach, he slid on his pink bunny slippers.

Comfort was a necessity.

He grabbed the last and final to-go container, which he had stored out of the camera’s view for his live and opened the box to reveal the three large slices of gooey dessert, cheesecake, chocolate ganache cake, and a precariously wobbly slice of cream cake.

He took out large chunks of each one with his chopsticks and carefully set the excess on the disconnected lid.

Holding the box of cake in one hand, chocolate-covered chopsticks in the other, he set his phone timer to take a series of photos.

He lounged in his chair, with a pillow stuffed behind his lower back, and stomach pushed out with as much inhaled air as he could manage on top of all the food he’d eaten, and posed for his camera.

Remembering he was supposed to be post-nap, he ruffled up his hair, gave into the tiredness he felt from his warm and full stomach, and looked at the camera with a sleepy yet happy expression.

Thinking quick, Jungkook smeared a smudge of chocolate sauce on the corner of his lower lip and inhaled as much as he could to push out anything that wasn’t already distended, before his phone took the photos.

Exhaling hard, yet not making much of a difference, he set aside the untouched box of cake, feeling sick just looking at it, and wiped off his mouth with a tissue.

He closed back up the lid of the container replacing the pieces he had carved out like bites, and popped the whole box in the mini-fridge in his room that he kept for moments just like these, before shooting a text to Taehyung and Jimin that there was cake for them tonight.

Now feeling like he was off-work, he crawled into his bed, swiped through the pictures, and starred his favorite that he would post in a few hours.

The photo looked like he had just started in on each slice of cake, his stomach still completely full from the intense dinner he’d stuffed himself with.

He looked sleepy and tousled and cuddly, which was perfect for his fans.

This would make them think that he really did eat all of that cake with his lip sporting chocolate sauce like he’d just taken a big bite, and they would also think that his full belly hadn’t decreased in size at all during his supposed few hour nap.

He locked his phone to lay back into his plush pillows and cuddle underneath the soft fuzzy blanket.

Allowing himself a few minutes of pleasure before drifting into the much-needed sleep, he cupped his swollen heavy stomach, letting his fingers splay and feel himself.

He didn’t know why his bloated belly made him feel warm and fuzzy inside, and simultaneously hot and horny, but it just did, and he always loved the feeling after his videos.

No one was watching, and these moments were just for him.

Gentle caresses over his expanded stomach, circling his belly button softly with the tip of his finger, and letting the warm weight of his middle push him into the mattress comfortably.

It always made him feel so good, content, and happier than he could describe, and his full stomach never failed to help him slip into a deep and restful sleep.

…

Jungkook knew his body, knew what he could and couldn’t handle, and he also knew that he wouldn’t be hungry for at least a full day after one of his lives, or as Jimin liked to tease him, his ‘stuffing sessions.’

Jungkook just shrugged off his best friend’s jests.

His dessert photo had gotten the most likes of all of his exclusive posts, and he had happily engaged with chatting with people’s comments on his post while laying in bed, indulging himself by rubbing the slowly decreasing bulge of his stomach the next day.

He giggled at the comments.

Kookie! I hope you had a good nap! You’re so pretty sleepy and you’re still so full, I just want to cuddle you! <3.

He typed back to this regular commenter happily, “Thank you, my nap was so wonderful. I slept so well. I’d love cuddles and belly rubs please <3”

Engaging with his fans and leaving fluffy reponses was one of his favorite parts.

Well, he actually loved every part about his job, except the occasional hater or troll, which were usually quickly reported, expelled, and eradicated by his faithful group of fans.

He replied to another comment.

How is baby bunny still hungry? Look so good when you’re full and well rested, bun.

He laughed and typed back “I can never resist sweets, I’m always hungry :’( but thank you, my tummy is filled full of love :-)”

The next comment he responded to made his toes prickle, the ones calling him fat always did, and he was convinced that it was more from secret enjoyment than from actual embarrassment.

I love seeing little Kookie so fat and happy. Baby is all fattened up and ready for more. I hope the cake was yummy and that it made your chubby beautiful belly full to bursting.

He typed back, giggling and giddy at being called chubby, “my tummy still feels big from yesterday, but I can’t help but want to eat more to keep it full. I do really love fattening myself up, maybe you could help me next time ;).”

Jungkook loved teasing his exclusive subscribers like this.

It was innocent, and they kept coming back for more and more each time.

Not to mention, it increased his donations.

He decided to instinctively make another post, without a picture.

He typed out, “I’m so hungry. What should I eat today for a snack?”

Responses came in within seconds, and he giggled at how devoted his fans were to his well being.

Kookie should eat cookies! They will fill your belly right back up to what it was yesterday.

He typed back, “*nom* I love cookies, what kind should I have?”

About twenty or so different people replied Chocolate Chip! so fast that he laughed out loud.

Someone else caringly responded: any leftovers you can have?

He pounced on this comment with glee, replying, “No leftovers :’( I never have any, I just end up eating them all and there’s never any left.” He added 10 crying faces.

The next comment read: Will our little bunny show us a picture of nibbling a snack?

He didn’t want to get up. His bed was too squishy, and he was still way too full to even think about eating. However, he would never ever admit that to them.

Instead, he typed back, “I’m shirtless right now in bed so I can’t take a picture :(“

He was shirtless in every video, so this was not really a valid reason as to not take a photo, but his excuse still caused a lot of people to heart his message.

…

“Hi everyone!”

Jungkook happily greeted everybody joining his livestream, “guess who I have with me right now? Jiminie!”

Jimin squished next to him in the chair, much too small for them both and gave a shy wave.

“I’ve tagged his page if you are new here and want to check out his videos."

Jimin blushed, and said, “they’re not for everyone.”

Jungkook laughed, and slung his arm around his best friend, who poked his cheek affectionately.

“Our little angel here likes to be… what’s the right word Minnie?"

Jimin happily answered him.

"Devoured? Ravished? Ruined?"

Jungkook nodded to his best friend thoughtfully, "that’s all true, but I was going to say tied up."

Jimin giggled becomingly.

They had gone on multiple livestreams together on each other’s channels, and anyone who had been around for a while knew that they were both best friends that lived together, affectionate, and two soft boys, although Jimin was one to fool on first appearances.

Jimin said that having Jungkook make cameos on his streams increased their sense of innocent-soft-boys-that-needed-to-get-their-brains-fucked-out.

Jimin’s vocabulary was always a little more crude than Jungkook’s in how he described their channels, but he didn’t argue with Jimin.

His best friend knew what he was doing, which was evident in his extreme success.

Jungkook wasn’t himself comfortable with the idea of getting fucked on camera, or doing any of what Jimin did for his audience, but he in no way would ever discourage or shame his friend.

Jimin would never do what Jungkook does on camera, so their mutual understanding and respect kept them closer than ever once they both started camming a few years ago.

Jungkook’s views piled on as people joined, and he playfully poked Jimin’s stomach.

"Everyone, isn’t my friend so skinny?"

A choruses of YES and omg are we getting both appeared in the chat, and Jimin stabbed his finger into Jungkook’s chest, playfully accusing him.

"Oh hell no, mister! You’re not sucking me into your kinky-food-stomach-growing-fetish thing."

Jungkook pouted, but then said to his audience, "Guess I don’t get to fatten up Jiminie today, sorry everyone."

The two boys erupted into laughter, and when they died down lots of comments read Date! Date! Date!

"Ew," Jimin wailed dramatically, "I could never date Kookie. We’re best friends."

Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows at his best friend and joked, "we could be best friends with benefits."

"Kookie!" Jimin whined and shoved his shoulder, "Yoonie is going to kill me if people start saying we’re dating."

Jungkook did his best to explain to the camera, "Yoongi is Jimin’s very quiet dominating Alpha boyfriend. He could kill me with just his stare alone and Yoongi-hyung is not someone I want to cross. Don’t let his cat-like mannerisms trick you into thinking he’s soft. It’ll be my grave and I love seeing you all each week too much to die."

Jimin stood up, kissing Jungkook’s forehead from behind him and chirped happily, "thanks for clearing that up. You’d better save some room if you want the lasagna I’m making for dinner with TaeTae. Have fun everyone!"

Jungkook waved his friend goodbye as he strode out of his room, and he excitedly sipped his big mug of coffee.

It had been enough time that his numbers seemed high enough to begin.

"I’m so happy you all made it," he gave a happy little bunny smile, and bounced in his seat a little. "I’m so excited for today. We’re overdue for some quality time together."

He pouted, making big puppy eyes, "I missed you all so much. I hope you brought some questions for me today, otherwise I’m just going to sit here awkwardly in silence as I drink my coffee."

He took a meaningful sip and comments pinged on his screen:

Kookie you’re not eating today? Do you feel well?

Wait you’re not eating?

Jungkook was always worried about this, that people didn’t really like him, just what he did for them.

"Don’t worry everyone," he did his best to smile, "I’ll have some snacks, but I won’t be doing full Mukbang today. If you don’t want to stay and chat that’s okay."

Contrary to his words he bit his lip and gave another sad puppy-eye expression.

"But I’ll be so sad if you go. I want us to get to know each other more."

To his relief, his viewers only dropped by a small number, but then quickly climbed again as more people joined.

Lots of comments rushed in about how people wanted to chat and hang out and spend time together even if he wasn’t going to be doing his usual. Which made him very, very happy that people liked him for him, not just that he was feeding into their fetish… literally.

Today he was able to more or less let his hair down, and really just talk to his fans honestly, and it was refreshing.

"Okay everyone, I’m so happy you’re all still wanting to spend time together. Kookie cuddles for all of you. I’d love to answer any questions for our time today. Just type them in the chat and I’ll get to as many as possible, and the ones that interest me and that I want to answer the most!"

He sipped his coffee again, and scrolled through the quickly arriving questions.

He answered them thoughtfully, laughing at some silly ones, and addressing a few usernames by name when he found their questions particularly charming.

"...I started this channel because I’ve always eaten big portions, but I felt self-conscious about eating in front of others. I wanted to find a way to love my eating, and here I found that other people like it too! Which makes me so so happy that I can make you guys happy. We can eat together!"

He sipped more coffee in between his answers and pulled out a package of cookies, dipping one in his coffee and munching on it.

"Yes. I love food so much you guys, I can’t even explain. Eating is like, I dunno it’s like having really really good sex. It’s just fucking amazing and you can’t quite explain why, but it just is. Does that make any sense?"

He dunked another cookie into his coffee as he responded to more questions.

"Oh, you want to see my tummy before I’ve really eaten anything?"

He set down his coffee and cookie, and then stood up, lifting his baggy shirt off of him and folding it over the side of his chair.

"This is me," he gave a soft smile but was feeling shy because this was different from how he usually showed himself shirtless, feeling his cheeks get pink.

The chat dinged:

Omg cute he’s so nervous even though we’ve all seen him shirtless like… millions of times.

He laughed, his cheeks bunching up and responded, "you’re right. I guess me being embarrassed is dumb, since you’ve all seen me more than I can count."

He stood back a few feet and turned left and right, "here’s me with no food… Well," he giggled, "4 cups of coffee and two cookies now."

Someone told him to make sure he was eating well, because just coffee sounded unhealthy, and he said back, "you’re so sweet for caring. Thank you, I promise I eat well."

He winked and giggled.

"I usually just save all my tummy space for you guys when we spend time together. I don’t want to fill up before we share a meal, that’s not fair to you guys."

Tons of people set him hearts and notes for being so considerate and kind to them, and as long as he was healthy they were happy.

Someone asked how he was so thin and built if he ate so much, and he remained standing, grabbing his coffee for a swig.

"I exercise quite a bit, and in all honesty I have a pretty freaking monstrous metabolism," he patted his taut flat stomach in evidence, "so no one in my real life knows I like becoming a chubby bunny for you guys, except my best friends, like Jiminie."

He read more comments praising his form and body from hundreds of people, his cheeks getting pink again.

"Guys, you’re making me so flustered. I appreciate your compliments but I really don’t think I’m that especially attractive."

Tons of people chorused no! in retaliation, and he hid his blooming red cheeks for a minute, until he peeked out between his fingers again.

"It’s kinda warm in here," he fanned his face and sat back down, picking up the coffee again and propping his ankle on his knee.

The chat exploded.

"Oh! I wear these all the time!"

He lifted one of his pink bunny slippers. "Aren’t they so cute? I love them!"

He slid it back on his foot, giggling, and eating another cookie.

There was a lull of questions as people freaked out about how adorable he was, and a comment caught his eye.

"Ooooh, what are my kinks? That’s interesting. Give me a second to think."

He sat back in his chair, scooting it forward to be closer to the camera, and pursed his lips, before smiling playfully.

"I want you guys to guess."

The chat went wild again, and he laughed, happily.

He started scrolling through the responses and looking back into the camera lens to respond to them.

"Praise? Hell fucking yes. Why do you think I get so flustered all the time with you guys?"

He flashed them a little smile as people continuously went crazy in the chat, which he couldn’t keep up with for the life of him as thousands of messages swarmed in.

So he just scrolled and answered what he wanted, "BDSM and spanking? Oh no. Not for me," he shook his head back and forth, "I genuinely would cry if someone was degrading in bed or slapped me. Like genuinely would burst into tears and use whatever safeword so fast, and run and hide."

He made his lower lip wobble and said with big eyes, "I’m sensitive. I need someone that can take good care of me and is kind."

A little slanted grin flashed out of him. "...but a little bit of dominance I don’t mind. At all."

He kept scrolling as more people lost their shit.

This was way, way too much fun.

"Handcuffs? Like tie my wrists up?"

He arched an eyebrow, contemplating.

"I don’t think I would really like to be tied up, maybe if it was the right person. I’m much more into the idea of my wrists being held down than me being tied up. Big hands are my weakness."

He grinned and sipped more coffee, "but I definitely like the idea of tying up someone else."

He opened another package of sweet strawberry wafers, and popped one in his mouth.

"Am I a top or bottom?" He read aloud, then grinned.

"What do you guys think?"

A flood of BOTTOM poured in and he giggled, before pointing out one username, and saying that they got it right.

"Both."

He smiled, letting a little bit of a smirk into it.

"I enjoy both, and doing a little switcheroo of dynamics is always nice."

He took another swig of his depleting coffee, and read through more chats.

"Aftercare? Is that even a question. That’s a requirement. We all need that, and lots of it."

He chewed, enjoying the sweet flavor and alternating bitter sips of coffee.

"Lingerie? What do you guys mean, like, me wearing it, or someone else wearing it for me?"

He nodded as he read the clarification messages, and replied honestly.

"I don’t think it’s mandatory. You should love the person for who they truly are, not what they wear or how they look. But that being said, I like making myself feel special on occasion, and if someone has put in a lot of effort and extra time, that just shows how much they care and value you."

He giggled, answering people’s follow up questions.

"I like black. Both silky and lace. It’s so sexy, classy, it looks good on everyone- and it makes skin look so delicious and creamy, don’t you think? God, now I want ice cream."

He laughed off the growing emptiness in his stomach, and ate another cookie to curb his craving.

"I dunno what ‘food-talk’ means, but sure, that’s most certainly on brand for me," he ate another cookie, mumbling "yummy," then pointed to his mouth. "Guess this proves it, huh?"

He let out a little giggle as people clarified.

"Oh, I see what you guys mean."

He read more comments, "Yeah. Yeah, I’d be into telling a partner I want to eat them, especially if they’re looking especially delicious and scrumptious."

He shyly smiled, people blowing up the chat with more questions about his kink preferences.

"No vore though," he joked, "I tap out at anything violent. Besides, I don’t think you guys would taste very good. Especially when I could be eating cookies instead."

He giggled and bit another one while he scrolled through the chat, seeing the same prompt over and over.

"Inflation? Seriously?"

He laughed so hard that he had to swipe at his eyes.

"I literally stuff myself full of food for you guys on a weekly basis and am obsessed with feeling my stomach fill up. Safe to say, that’s a definite yes for me and probably everyone else here."

He ate another strawberry treat, reading, "oh interesting. I’ve never considered air inflation. But isn’t that, like, really really dangerous? Please don’t do anything dangerous, I love you all too much. Sometimes, I like to push my stomach out with my own air, and feel it, if that’s what you mean by air inflation. But like, actually pumping yourself with air can be bad for you, so stick to safe things like food please."

He laughed at the next comments, "what do you mean what do I mean? Like, just push your tummy out with your diaphragm. Like this."

He inhaled, and rested both of his hands on his stomach, deliberately pushing out as much as he could.

His breath punched out of his lungs and his stomach fell back in place, and he popped another cookie wafer in his mouth.

"You guys are too cute. Thanks, I like my tummy too."

After another sip of coffee and looking through the chat, he grinned.

"Everyone’s still hung up on inflation aren’t they? We’re all just a bunch of big belly lovers here."

He giggled and didn’t mind answering more kink-related questions.

"I guess when I think about filling up my tummy, it’s getting bigger for me, because I love it. I don’t think you should do something solely for someone else, make sure you love it too… I’ve never really thought about inflating someone else."

He pursed his lips, thinking, "if they were open to trying it, I think I would most definitely be into it. That sounds hot."

He smiled shyly before his cheeks felt warm at the chat.

"Cum inflation? Wow you guys are hard-core. Let’s just safely leave that as a big yes for me. Moving on… no I mean YES. Like yes to everything everyone is saying, belly loaded full and warm and squishy. Doesn’t matter if it’s happening to me, or if I’m giving it to someone else. Just. Yes."

He swallowed.

"Breeding kink too? Doesn’t that kind of go hand in hand with the cum-inflation category... Another hard yes from me on breeding."

His cheeks were still warm as he read the next.

"Feedism? Isn’t that like, just spoon feeding someone else? People do that all the time… oh! Thanks, yes I see now. You guys mean feeding with the intention of weight gain? Uh, I think lots of discussion and consent are needed from all parties involved in this for it to be okay. But yeah, I’m open to that. I mean, I kind of just do that to myself already for you guys."

He gave them a cheeky smile.

"So really you’re all my feeders."

He chewed on another cookie as people wrote more and it made him sit up straight.

"No, I disagree with you guys. I’d be into feeding someone else too. I mean, yeah, It’s more pleasurable to me to be the one being fed, but I don’t want to become a big huge fat immobile bunny that can’t move."

He chuckled, "but if my partner was giving me regular sexy time with food, which- as you all know, I already freaking adore- then yeah, I wouldn’t be opposed to putting on some pounds and slowly gaining weight, especially if it made them happy. I love feeling my full tummy, and I’m sure that would translate over to gaining weight and having my stomach grow steadily bigger with some fluffy chub too."

A huge swarm of please gain weight buzzed in the chat and he laughed, eating another wafer cookie.

"It has to be someone really special for me to do that, or to do that to them. Someone I have a deep relationship with and I’d also want to have probably dated for a long time before we start growing bigger together. Sorry everyone."

People seemed disappointed, but he smiled, "don’t worry though, I’m still free to gain weight for me. And you all know how much I love food-"

He bit into another cookie.

"-so you can just know that if I do start putting on weight, I’m doing it for myself, because I love it."

He pouted, "but you have to promise to still love me, even if I decide to get round and chubby."

The chat exploded with reassurance, and with the mood happy again, he laughed at the next question.

"Yes, I do really genuinely love cuddling and belly rubs and all the soft sweet affection like that. And yes to the follow up question, I also love when someone else touches my stomach, especially when it’s full. I really really love that."

He giggled and replied, "yes sometimes I eat just for myself, and enjoy touching my stomach. So many stomach questions today. Is anyone else curious about anything else? All this tummy-talk is making me hungry."

He purposefully crammed another cookie into his mouth, enjoying the freak outs in the chat. Another question caught his eye.

"Do I watch porn?"

He looked lovingly at the camera, fluttering his eyelashes.

"I don’t…I much prefer to read it."

The chat freaked out again, and he giggled at the plethora of questions asking why.

"I like imagining it in my head, then I can close my eyes and change anything I’d like."

He blew a little kiss, adding, "and that way, if there isn’t any, you know," he made a show of meaningfully rubbing his stomach, grinning, "then I can just add it in."

The comments made him giggle again, and he thought it was cute how people were commenting on his pink cheeks and innocent expressions, even as he was literally talking to them about his private sexual preferences.

"Wait, sorry," he quickly remembered, "I watch Jiminie’s streams to support him. Just like how he watches mine. Hi hyung!”

He gave a little smile and wave, and saw a quick chat flash by from username Jimin: “hi!”

His friend’s messages were quickly buried by the large number of people cooing at their friendship.

"Next time I’m on one of Jimin’s streams, I’ll tell you guys so you can go over and check it out." He smiled, then laughed at the chat, saying, "no, sorry I’m not going to let someone rail me on camera."

He brushed his hair back, leaning forwards, and whispered.

"I enjoy keeping quality time intimate."

He gave another small smile as he felt his cheeks get warm at the way he looked on the screen, like he was confessing a secret, and blushing hard about it.

"I like special things like that to stay just mine. I’m not much into sharing," he confessed, tapping his lips.

"I’m kind of possessive like that. It’s mine and for no one else. Whatever happens I can tuck away into my heart and in that moment, I give that person everything I am. That’s very intimate, and I want to keep it as such, like a shared secret just between the two of us. I need soft and sweet and lots of affection."

People went crazy all over again, cooing and showering him in heart emojis.

He sat upright again, shaking his head a little to return back to the present moment from spilling his unfiltered thoughts.

He had skimmed over the recurring question that tons of people had asked the whole time:

are you dating someone?

He sipped his coffee and let out a small sigh, sitting back in his chair, thinking hard, and not realizing that he was absentmindedly stroking over his flat stomach and gently circling his bellybutton with the tip of his finger, like he did when he was alone.

"It’s not really relevant, but I always want to be honest with you guys so no, I am not currently dating someone."

Tons and tons of people put in the chat date me, which made him laugh heartily.

"If you see me on the street feel free to tell me you like our Mukbang dinner dates and ask me out, otherwise," he flashed another grin, "I only want to be in relationships with people I meet in person. Sorry loves."

He cracked a smile at the next question.

"Do I share food? Uh-" he let out a small cough, "no. I told you guys I’m possessive. It’s mine, and only for me."

He made another point to pat his stomach, while looking at a half-eaten cookie lovingly in his hand, before repeating, "only for me," and biting off a chunk.

He backpedaled as he thought of an exception.

"But if we’re going back to feedism, then yes I share food. I’d share anything with my partner. But just going out to lunch with a coworker? Don’t you dare touch my fries."

Tons of people sent laughing emojis.

"I’m kind of curious, do you guys get enjoyment out of my streams? Is there anything you want me to do more of? Less of? I do this for me, but I also do it for you."

The chat flooded with more messages, tons of people saying that they absolutely loved his videos, making him smile and his chest feel warm inside.

"Okay, so I’m getting some people asking if I can take my shirt off at the beginning, so you can see my tummy fill up from the start. Is that something you guys want? I can try that next time."

He popped out a little notepad of paper, showing them the sticky note design of a bunny eating a carrot, before writing and reading aloud, "no shirt. What else?"

He scrolled, thankful people were telling them what they liked.

"Oh, I don’t touch my stomach enough?" He looked at them, confused. "I never stop touching my stomach guys, I’m just as obsessed with feeling it expand as you are."

He giggled at the stream of heart emojis from people.

"But I’ll note that," he wrote it down, reading aloud, "hold cute tummy more."

He couldn’t keep back the giggle at more people freaking out at how adorable he apparently was.

"I can post more selfies for my friends too," he added that to his list, then pouted at the chat chanting:

More streams! More streams!

"Guys, I really can’t do it more than once a week."

People cried in the chat that he was too busy, and he clarified, "no I mean like, I really can’t."

He pointed to his stomach.

"It takes me days to get back to normal and digesting all of that yummy food is so much hard work for this little guy," he patted his stomach again, and gave it a loving rub.

"Trust me, I wish I could, I really really wish I could eat more. But I don’t think my lil tum could handle it."

People apparently loved this, and their sorrow at him being too busy instantly changed into hearts and telling him that he always did such a good job, and to not push himself.

He gave them a bunny smile for their encouragement, and opened his mouth to reply.

A loud chime cut off his thoughts and made him jump in his seat as his phone timer went off, and he realized with a start how long they had been talking.

"Oh wow, time went so fast," he pouted. "I guess it’s time to say goodbye. Thank you all for chatting and I love you all. Next week, back to our regularly scheduled stuffing."

He gave them a bunny smile, then said, "Jiminie is making lasagna, and he would have murdered me if I’d ruined dinner with filling up on snacks."

He gave his stomach a meaningful pat.

It growled. Loud.

He froze, but then the chat freaked out over the noise.

"Oh god! Did you guys hear that?"

He looked at the camera with wide eyes, completely embarrassed.

"Oh my gosh, my tummy must know it’s supposed to be Mukbang time, and it’s now throwing a fit from not being filled up."

He looked down at his stomach which growled again, achingly empty and demanding food.

Lots and lots of food.

"Oh poor baby," he cooed, patting and rubbing his stomach.

"I can’t fill you up because of Jiminie’s lasagna in an hour. You love Jiminie’s lasagna. Remember? All warm gooey yummyness, with lots and lots of fattening pasta and cheese and garlic bread. I promise I’ll fill you good and full next time we Mukbang, okay? Please don’t be angry with me."

He stroked over his stomach which protested again with a loud growl, and he looked back up at the camera with huge eyes in disbelief.

"Looks like next time we Q&A, I’ll be eating more."

His stomach growled even louder in defiance, and his cheeks flushed bright red.

He had to firmly rub it a few times to soothe down the empty gnawing feeling inside of him.

Stuttering with embarrassment, he said "W-well, I gotta go suffer with this beast for another hour before I can eat dinner."

He pointed to his stomach accusingly, which made another sound in anger, "next week I promise, lots and lots of food."

Everyone cheered in the chat, telling him to sneak some snacks before dinner, and he signed off.

"What the fuck?" he hissed at his stomach, and gave it a little accusatory smack.
"You greedy monster of a black hole. I ate breakfast. I even gave you cookies! You were so loud, now I’m going to have to eat so much more next week and you’re going to be protesting then too because you won’t be able to handle it."

Jungkook huffed, then irritatingly checked his statistics from the live as his stomach gave a small grumble, and he fought back everything to not shove the whole box of cookies into his mouth.

Surprisingly, his livestream had done really well, especially since he hadn’t actually done any Mukbang.

He was shocked by the amount of money that had been donated for such a low-key chat, and saw with amazement due to the timestamps that money had come in when he was talking about various forms of kinks, and nearly 80% had flooded in right at the end, when his stomach had made itself known that it was hungry.

"Fine."

He admitted defeat, and gently rubbed his middle in apology.

"Your outburst is fine, but only because you made me a lot of money."

It growled and he had to have the last word.

"Just don't do it again.

Chapter Text

After posting a selfie of himself laying on his back in the plush carpet with a large and empty box of cookies next to him, which he had stacked neatly on his desk and returned to their package once he’d finished taking photos, Jungkook pulled on a comfortable sweater and padded down the stairs to the kitchen.

He loved how much his fans went crazy at the idea of him eating.

He wrote in a comment under the picture, “I loved talking with you guys so much <3 It made me so happy, and hehe, I just couldn’t help but finish the cookies before dinner. Don’t tell Jiminie!”

Checking over the first wave of comments as he stepped into the kitchen, he laughed hard, making Jimin turn around with a smile on his face.

“What’s funny little bunny? Your livestream was so good! Very down-to-earth and so cute! Let me say, you looked absolutely and totally fuckable the entire time, Tae-bear says so too.”

Jungkook took his best friend’s crude words as what they truly were: Jimin’s version of a kind and genuine compliment.

“Thank you Minnie,” he pecked an affectionate kiss to his best friend’s temple.

God it smelled amazing. He tried to keep his mouth from watering as he helped Jimin carry dirty cooking utensils to the sink.

The installed tablet in their kitchen was still pulled up to his stream, the ending page showing that Jimin had been watching while he cooked and was faithfully supporting him like he always did.

His heart was so warm for his best friend.

Even back at the very beginning, Jimin had tuned into Jungkook’s streams, and typed out encouraging comments and prompts when he was brand new and unsure of himself.

Jungkook had been so skeptical about camming at first, but Jimin had walked him through the whole process, and had ultimately been the one to suggest Mukbang.

Jimin always knew how to make Jungkook feel better, and he couldn’t ask for a better friend.

Snapping Jungkook’s attention back to the present moment, Jimin’s angelic eye smile slanted into an evil teasing grin, and he poked him with a mocking voice.

“I didn’t know you have a breeding kink. You really need to be a proper guest on my channel.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes out of obligatory playful teasing, but his face felt warm nonetheless.

“I’m not going to let one of your partners fuck me on camera, Jiminie.”

His friend shrugged, completely the opposite in his cute apron than how he was on his channel.

“Just saying… people eat that shit up. You could make big bucks. I’m sure Yoonie’s tall smiley rapper friend wouldn’t mind pretending to be your feeder in a video for some cash. He looks the part too, that man has some serious big-daddy energy.” Jimin whistled low in admiration.

Jungkook was firm in his personal barriers.

Yes, he had just had an hour-long discussion with thousands of strangers about all of his niche kinks, but that was different than actually performing them.

“Thanks for the offer, Minnie,” he said kindly, knowing that his best friend really did mean well. “If I ever change my mind, you’ll be the first to know.”

That seemed to make Jimin happy, and he excitedly turned back to the beginning of their conversation while wiping his hands on his apron with a baby chick embroidered on the front.

“What was so funny earlier?”

Jungkook remembered the comment that had made him laugh, and showed Jimin, who read it and giggled.

The absolute cutest most wholesome thing ever. Us having to explain kinks to Kookie for him only to say OH hell yes, I love that! Most adorable bunny on the planet.

“They’re not wrong.” Jimin turned back to cleaning the mixing bowl, then chided, “if you actually did eat all of those cookies in that picture, I’m going to kill you for ruining dinner.”

“Don’t worry, hyung,” Jungkook set his phone down and helped dry the cleaned dishes on their rack, bumping his best friend’s hip with his own.

“Same as always, it was just for the photo. I only actually ate like… 7.”

Jimin snorted.

About to retaliate that 7 was way too many cookies for someone before dinner, their apartment door burst open and Taehyung walked in, toeing off his shoes with a huge boxy smile.

“Min! Kook-ah! I brought wine for our Italian night!” He set down the two bottles of red on their kitchen table.

Jimin beamed at his soulmate, hands still shoved in the soapy water, and Jungkook grinned while drying and putting a pan away.

“Great live, Kookie,” Tae’s infectious smile and excited eyes morphed all of their expressions into grins as he shrugged off his jacket.

“You looked cute as hell, and simultaneously kinky as hell. Make any good dough?”

Jungkook nodded at his friend, genuinely appreciative. “Thanks Tae. Yeah, six grand.”

Jimin cooed like he was talking to a toddler.

“Tae, our little baby is all grown up and doing so well. I’m so proud.”

He pretended to wipe away a fake tear, and Jungkook just shoved his shoulder and laughed along with both of them.

“For real. Who knew so many people had stomach fetishes?”

Taehyung’s voice was full of disbelief as he grabbed three wine glasses, and Jungkook shrugged in response.

“We’re a rare breed.”

Jimin snorted again. “Not that rare if you made 6K just from having a sit-down chat and talking to your stomach like it’s a puppy.”

“Shut up, hyung.” Jungkook’s cheeks were surely pink again, but there was no real malice behind his words.

Unfortunately, his stomach chose that exact moment to growl at the promise of food and the mouth-watering smells that were wafting from the oven as Jimin checked the temperature of the baking lasagna.

Taehyung cackled and smacked Jungkook’s stomach through his sweater like someone would drunkenly smack a girl’s ass in a bar.

“Tae!” Jungkook’s cheeks bloomed bright red and he wrapped his arms around his middle in defense.

His friends knew that touching, really any form of contact with his stomach made him flush, embarrassed, and super freaking turned on.

They obviously didn’t care, and snickered.

“You need to find yourself a good hot stomach-kink man and let him just go crazy on you.”

Jungkook threw his hands up in the air in exasperation.

“I’m trying. Now leave me alone, and don’t discriminate against women.”

Taehyung laughed even harder, shoulders bouncing happily.

“Fine- find yourself a good hot stomach-kink man or woman. Better?”

Jimin and his soulmate collapsed on each other in a fit of giggles, and Jungkook snapped at their thighs with his drying towel as they danced out of his reach.

…

Jimin had let Jungkook take a photo of the large dish of lasagna, (with broiled cheese on top to post with drooling emojis), in exchange for doing an intro with him tomorrow on his livestream.

Jungkook quickly informed his fans about appearing the next day, and received an enthusiastic response.

Jimin and Jungkook were very careful to make sure that their schedules never overlapped.

One was always available in case the other needed something.

They also wanted to watch and support each other, and if they were both filming at the same time, they wouldn’t be able to.

Their apartment building was also notorious for having bad wifi, and even though they had their own router and never had streaming issues, they didn’t want to push it by having two going at once.

After a wonderful night with his two best friends, a little too much wine, and definitely not enough lasagna for Jungkook’s liking, all three of them crashed together in Jimin’s enormously huge bed.

As promised, the next afternoon, Jungkook strolled into Jimin’s room fifteen minutes before his scheduled stream. Jungkook had been very busy consuming lots of coffee and spending quality time replying to comments on his page, and ignored his best friend’s lighthearted teasing.

As usual with Jimin’s videos, Yoongi was lounging on the gray sofa like a cat in a ray of sunshine, and he blinked up at Jungkook, with a sleepy “Hi kook-ah.”

Jungkook returned the greeting to his hyung, and sat next to Jimin who was artfully touching up any last details to his makeup.

Jungkook would never date his best friend, but Jimin was truly beautiful.

Jimin was all over the place in the aesthetics he tried, covering a huge variety of audience interests which explained his large and loyal following.

Today he was going for an innocent, soft look, almost like a pure fairy, his lips plush and pink, and “no-makeup makeup.”

His sweater was huge and fuzzy, and he almost drowned in it, looking so adorable and borderline helpless.

This was a big change from his stream last Tuesday where he sported a choker and the most sultry lidded cat eyes Jungkook had ever seen on his friend, while he was handcuffed to his headboard and gagged.

“You look pretty, Minnie,” Jungkook complimented, and his friend beamed at the praise. He looked like he wanted to give him a hug, but Jungkook knew how much of a stickler Jimin was, and he held back to not ruin his perfectly fluffed hair.

“No touchy,” he smacked Jungkook’s fingers away from where they were creeping to ruffle his perfectly styled blonde locks. “I don’t want my hair or anything to get ruined yet. No. Back you heathen!”

Yoongi gave a lazy smile at his dongsaeng’s antics, and said lazily, “Yeah, Kook. That’s my job.”

TMI.

Jungkook didn’t really care, but he pretended to barf as they made eyes at each other in the reflection of Jimin’s vanity.

His friends put up with his fetishes and streams, and he put up with theirs, even if it meant Jimin and Yoongi were annoyingly couple-y.

For an intro, Jimin just wanted Jungkook to say hi like he had yesterday on his channel. He asked Jungkook to make an appearance and talk with people and goof around while viewers joined.

That was easy enough, but he always felt jittery nerves when he was on Jimin’s channel.

They were people that he didn’t know, they weren’t his people. He never knew if they would like him, or if they were kind, like his own fans were.

Jimin always reassured him, but it still was different.

Once Jimin opened his stream, he sat back with Jungkook crossed legged on the floor, and sat with his hands cutely in front of his lap.

They watched Jimin’s numbers climb, saying hello and giggling and reading the chat.

Jimin was always someone on camera. Whether it was his usual self, the embodiment of cute, or an absolute tease, he was always completely invested in a role.

Jungkook was continually impressed by his friend’s ability to switch personas like lightning.

“Oooh, Kookie! Lots of people are saying you’re pretty.”

Jungkook felt his cheeks get warm, and Yoongi let out a soft snort, because he knew that his boyfriend had a certain evil streak in him that made its appearance at times like right now.

Jungkook shyly waved to the camera and said, “Hi, thank you.”

Hi Kookie!<3 We missed you!!

He recognized a few of his own fans’ usernames, and his chest warmed up that they had come all the way over to Jimin’s channel just to see him for a few minutes.

His nerves fizzled out as affection for his fans settled over him.

“Kookie is my bestest friend,” Jimin introduced him now that more people were on the live, way more than Jungkook ever had. “If you don’t know him, he’s the biggest softest sweetheart in the whole world, and he has a channel here too!”

Lots of people typed exclamation points and asked what his username was. Jimin happily supplied it, and grinned with a hint of that evil Slytherin energy.

“Kookie loves food. His channel is Mukbang… but he does it shirtless. So if you’re into… you know,” Jimin batted his eyelashes, “...food, inflation, stuffing, all of that good stomach kink stuff, which I’m disappointed to say we don’t do enough of on this channel, then you should pop on over Friday and show him some love. I’m always signed onto his lives too.”

Jimin winked at the camera, and Jungkook was enormously grateful for his friend’s cleverly disguised shameless plug as a kink exploration.

Jimin never was obliged to promote Jungkook’s channel as the one with more followers, yet he truly was one of the sweetest friends.

Jimin’s voice broke him out of his dazed thoughts of what he could do to repay him.

“I’ve been trying to get him to be a regular guest here, but he keeps saying no.” Jimin pouted his thick plush lips, and people went crazy in his chat. “I think we need a stronger presence of breeding kinks and inflation here, don’t you guys? Oh… and feedism.”

Jungkook hid his face in his best friend’s shoulder.

Jimin would never actually push him to do anything he didn’t want to, but he knew that teasing his audience made them go wild, and likewise, Jimin knew that people loved Jungkook’s shy, embarrassed, soft appearance.

Jimin told him that when he blushed and acted shy for his specific audience- which Jungkook defended time and time again that it was really just his own personality -it fueled his submissive image which increased his ‘fuck-me-factor.’

Which, in turn, led to donations.

“Oh,” Jimin laughed coquettishly, “people want to know if you’re going to get fucked today, Kookie?”

Jimin batted his eyelashes innocently, and Jungkook stammered, removing his bright red face from the safety of Jimin’s sweater, and putting his hands up in surrender.

“N-no, sorry guys. I’m n-not really into that.”

Jimin patted his head lovingly, his Slytherin energy definity was in full swing today.

“That’s okay, baby bunny, maybe another time. I have a friend who would be happy to stuff you full and breed you good and right.”

Yoongi made a soft warning, “Min” from his space on the couch, and Jimin backed off, letting Jungkook’s bright red cheeks slowly calm down to a dull pink as tons of people screamed in the chatbox.

Jungkook gave an appreciative thank you look to his hyung, who mouthed “you okay?” and he nodded in reassurance.

Jimin happily clapped his hands together, saying, “maybe if you show him enough love on his channel, we can all persuade him to show up more on mine.”

His friend was back to his normal, loving self. Sinful smirk gone, and replaced with the angelic eye smile.

This was one of the main reasons Jimin was in the top streamers.

His duality even gave Jungkook whiplash, and he’d been best friends with him for years, and was accustomed to Jimin’s lightning fast changes in mood.

Jimin could be anyone you wanted him to be, and while it was alluring, it was also a little bit frightening at how fast his friend could fall into that special headspace, similar yet completely different to how Jungkook got lost in food.

After a few more minutes, Jungkook was given the signal that he was free to go if he wanted, and he shyly waved goodbye to everyone.

Jimin stood with him, and wrapped him in a tight hug out of the camera frame, quietly whispering in his ear.

“I’m sorry, Kook-ah, I’m really sorry. Are you okay?” Jungkook hugged his friend back with equal intensity, and replied quietly enough for the microphones to not hear.

“Yes, it’s completely fine Minnie. Don’t worry, okay?”

Jimin nodded, whispering, and rubbed his thumbs over Jungkook’s cheeks. “Don’t watch this stream, baby, alright? Promise me.”

Jimin knew Jungkook erred on the side of soft and affectionate, and Jungkook didn’t ever question his friend’s judgment.

Jimin knew what he could and couldn’t handle even better than he did, whose natural inclination was to watch every stream to support his best friend.

Jimin waited for Jungkook to nod and he gave him another quick embrace, before he sat back down on the floor in the camera’s field, while Jungkook made to leave.

Yoongi gave him a meaningful look and growled on the couch as Jungkook passed. “I’m gonna teach that blonde brat a lesson.”

Jungkook almost snorted with laughter, and placed his hand on his hyung’s shoulder.

“Don’t be too hard on him, hyung.”

Yoongi looked like he would keep no promises, and he took his leave as he heard Jimin say to the audience, “I’ve asked Yoonie to do something new today. He was a little skeptical because he knows how sensitive I am, but I’ve wanted to try this for so long. If anyone is uncomfortable with consensual non-consent, then I would suggest that maybe you sit this one out and tune in next week.”

That was definitely Jungkook’s cue to leave and he quietly shut their door closed behind him.

He was looking forward to the fact that his room had a large stereo set that could drown out any of Jimin’s noises that he was sure would be coming.

He padded to his own room, thinking that he would maybe like a relaxing cup of tea and that it was a perfect time to read comments in peace.

…

Jungkook had posted a selfie of him bundled up in a huge fluffy sweater, his cheeks pink, and a pout on his lips.

“I miss you guys,” he posted along with the photo, and sure enough, a swarm of his most dedicated followers commented, leaving hearts and little messages:

I love you, Kookie! You look so cute and cozy.

Stop it! My heart! *explodes*

It lifted his spirits, made his chest feel warm, and took his mind off the fact that even through his loud music, he could hear his best friend sobbing and screaming across their flat.

He shoved his palms over his ears, reading more comments hard, trying to focus.

He just couldn’t couldn’t bear to hear his best friend, the person that he loved most, making those terrified and pained noises.

He didn’t care if it was consentual, it sounded like someone was cutting up his best friend in some midevial torture chamber.

However, he couldn’t leave their apartment, because what if Jimin needed something and he wasn’t there?

A lightbulb went off in Jungkook’s head, and he bolted up.

He had noise canceling headphones.

He felt like an idiot, as he got up on a chair to pull them out of his least-used duffle bag in his closet, and cringed as his best friend made a particularly pitiful sob.

Jungkook’s fingers fumbled as he turned them on and quickly slammed them over his ears.

They bluetoothed to his phone immediately and he yelped as music blasted in his ears. Quickly turning down the volume, he waited a second, closed his eyes, and sunk into listening to Billie sing about her bad guy.

He moonwalked back across his room and slumped down onto his cuddle corner in relief that he finally couldn’t hear Jimin anymore.

With his ears being filled with bass and subconsciously tapping his foot and humming along, he happily dove into his phone again to talk with more of his fans and get his daily fix of serotonin from them.

Bun, are you eating well?

He happily replied, “yes ;P I’m munching some cookies right now.”

Even though he groaned because he had to get up, he grabbed the prettiest looking cookie from the pack on his desk, snuggled back into his pile of cozy pillows and fluffy blankets, and bit off a chunk.

The delicious sweetness filled his mouth and completely dissolved any negative feelings, and he sighed in happiness at the wonderful flavor.

Stopping himself from taking another bite, he took another selfie, squished into the pillows and pile of fluff, with huge clunky headphones making himself honestly look quite adorable and small.

If he thought he looked huggable, then he was sure that they would think so too.

He picked the photo of him from the batch he’d just taken where he was cutely smiling at the camera, cheeks bunched and eyes in happy moons.

The bitten cookie was held in his fingers just barely sticking out of his sweater paw, a dusting of pink across his cheeks and his lips made him look cozy, and he noticed with a start that he genuinely did have some chocolate smeared on his lip.

Unlike last time, this was an accident, and he ran his tongue over his lower lip, giggling to himself as he licked off the sweet chocolate.

He favorited the photo, then posted it, saying, “Cookie for Kookie.”

He monched on the sweet treat, holding it in his mouth as he typed with both of his thumbs in response to more comments telling him how cute he was and making his chest fill with sunlight and happiness.

After posting a few responses, he realized that his mouth had been watering, and he grabbed the last half of the cookie held in between his lips.

He swallowed hard, and wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

He quickly responded to someone asking him how the cookie was, “it was so good, it made my mouth water and I literally just drooled. Hehe, 0///0 I’m embarrassed, but it’s so yummy.”

He giggled to himself, eating the rest of his sweet treat, licking his thumb, and his stomach grumbled for more.

“I don’t want to get up, you little monster,” he said into the silence of his room, “go get your own.”

He had been a little flustered at how his stomach had been making so much noise in the past two days.

It wasn’t like he wasn’t eating.

It’s just-

He thought that somehow, his stomach knew that it was still supposed to be full from his usual Friday night session, and that it was angry being deprived.

He’d chosen Fridays on purpose. Since he didn’t work his arts internship on the weekends, he didn’t have to worry about any of his coworkers questioning the big bulge he sported for the day or so afterwards.

His friends never cared, and never teased him about it, which he was thankful for. Even though they all playfully ragged on each other, they never did it with the things that would truly make the other person feel bad.

After each weekend, by the time Monday would roll around and he was back on his schedule of early gym runs, mornings working at the coffee house, and afternoons at the graphic design internship, his stomach was usually back down to normal.

He could continue with no one the wiser until Friday, where he’d happily do it all again.

When he’d first started his channel, he’d considered not keeping all of the food in after finishing his livestreams. But he knew that starting a bad habit like that could lead to serious health and mental issues, which he didn’t want to put himself through.

And he would much rather enjoy feeling full for a whole weekend then run to the bathroom after broadcasting.

He pouted at his phone that had darkened the screen while he had been thinking.

God, he missed being full so much… and it had only been a week since his last Mukbang stream.

However, he didn’t usually break his Friday night ritual like he had with the Q&A, so he hadn’t realized how much he looked forward to it, how much he would miss it if it was gone. Likewise, he most definitely hadn’t realized how he had trained his body to expect it.

But it was Saturday evening now, and he couldn’t make up for the lost time if he wanted to go to work in a day without a still-large mound of food stuffed in his middle.

He could wear large clothes, but he would still feel incredibly self-conscious, knowing how big and bloated he could still appear the next day before his garbage disposal of a stomach and marathon runner of a metabolism digested everything, and he eventually fell back to his usual size.

His stomach rumbled again in protest, snapping his attention out of his thoughts, and he pouted.

He slipped his hands underneath the burrito of fuzzy blankets he was wrapped in, cooing in apology as empty gnawing racked his middle.

Apparently, extra lunch hadn’t helped.

Cuddling down into the soft pillows, he closed his eyes and enjoyed his music, while he slipped his fingers underneath the hem of his sweater and rested them on his stomach.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, and let himself enjoy the pleasurable warm feeling that came along with his fingers gently rubbing circles into his stomach.

He gave himself a little massage, and a series of soft whimpers left him at all of the amazing sensations that would wash over him whenever he did this.

“God,” he confessed into his silent room, eyes closed blissfully.

“I wish I had someone to do this for me.”

He lovingly petted his stomach, and pretended that the reverent and gentle hands belonged to someone else.

That he was cuddling with someone who loved him, and that they were enjoying the feeling of his stomach under their hands, giving him affectionate attention, and maybe also nuzzling into his neck.

Yes, that would feel nice.

He tilted his head to the side, imagining it, and a soft little sound of pleasure escaped his lips.

They would have their arms wrapped around him, and he would feel so safe, and so so loved.

He smiled to himself, his eyelids closed and heavy, as his fingers and palms pressed loving, soft rubs into his stomach, lulling him closer to sleep.

Why was it so hard to find someone who shared how he felt?

Something made the back of his neck prickle, and air brushed his face.

Suddenly, his eyes shot open and he screamed.

Jimin was standing not a foot away from him, and his face was mere inches from his as his friend bent down over him.

Heart pounding in his throat from being scared out of his life, he took off his noise canceling headphones, now realizing how loud they had been to muffle out any sounds of Jimin coming into his room.

“Jimin, what the fuck?!” he breathed hard, clutching his chest and trying to make his racing heart calm down from near death.

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” his friend's voice was scratchy and hoarse, and Jimin coughed into his sleeve, trying again. “I was calling your name but you couldn’t hear, obviously.”

Jungkook paused his music, emotions overwhelming him.

His lip started to wobble as he looked up at his best friend, who had freshly showered hair, but darkening bruises across his throat.

It really was nothing new, since Jimin did intense things on his channel regularly, but Jungkook still had Jimin’s helpless scream imprinted in his brain, ringing in his ears again as his best friend stood before him.

“Are- are you okay?” Jungkook asked quietly, and he could feel his eyes watering.

“Oh god, baby,” Jimin collapsed down next to him and quickly engulfed him in a comforting hug that only Jimin could give.

Jimin cradled Jungkook’s head, pulling it onto his shoulder, and carded his fingers through his hair.

Safe with Jimin, Jungkook finally let the stress and anxiety he had been feeling by hearing those noises of terror and pain from his precious best friend surface, and he clung to Jimin as his eyes spilled over.

He cried hard, deep sobs racking his frame and he clung desperately to his Jiminie, his precious beloved Jiminie, like if he let go, he would disappear.

“Yo-you’re okay?” he sniffled into Jimin’s tear stained sweatshirt, and hiccuped.

“I’m fine,” Jimin whispered back, hugging him tight, “but I’m so, so sorry. The headphones?”

Jungkook nodded into his collarbone, breathing in his best friend’s comforting scent.

“I should have told you, and should have thought of sending you out for coffee or something with Tae.” Jimin stroked the back of his hair, kissing over his temple and anywhere he could reach.

“I’m so sorry Kookie.”

Jungkook sniffed, the tears starting to subside, and he let himself wilt against Jimin, soaking up all of the warmth his friend gave him.

“S’okay,” he hiccuped again, and Jimin gently wiped away any remaining tears on his face as they curled up together in Jungkook’s cuddle corner, affectionately named by Jimin himself over a year ago.

“Yoonie feels terrible too. I shouldn’t have done that when you were home, baby,” Jimin pulled Jungkook’s form to lean further on him, and rubbed in soothing motions down his back.

“S’okay, really,” Jungkook sniffed again, finally feeling his eyes dry up, and he half heartedly made a joke, “was it good at least?”

A chortle accidentally burst from Jimin’s throat, before he pushed it down.

“Yes and no? I’m not gonna lie, Kookie, best orgasm of my life. Really good numbers too. But not good at all or even a little bit worth it now knowing you’re hurt.”

He continually soothed down Jungkook’s back, and brought his lips to his ear.

“Baby bunny, I’m so sorry you had to listen. I love you so much, and I’d never- If I’d of known how it would be- you know how I get. I should have known I would have gotten in that headspace that- that scares even me sometimes. I- I hate that I hurt you.”

Jungkook shook his head no against Jimin, listening to his steady and constant heartbeat, what he always was in Jungkook’s life.

“S’not your fault, it’s okay, Minnie. You’re okay, and that’s what matters.”

Jimin sighed, and continued to cradle his adorable, sensitive, and way too good for the world friend who was closer than a brother.

The repetitive circles on his back was making Jungkook slip into a post-cry exhaustion, drained, and comforted in Jimin’s embrace.

“What can I do?” Jimin whispered softly, “what can I do to make it better?”

Jungkook let out a tired giggle. “M’sleepy Minnie. Please just stay?”

Jimin nodded, and Jungkook stretched out on his best friend, feeling so much better than he had an hour ago.

“Kookie,” Jimin’s voice sounded unsure, but so full of affection, “do- would you like if I rubbed your tummy until you fell asleep?”

Jungkook mumbled tiredly, almost out already.

“Please, Min, tha’d be nice.” He exhaled in contentment, eyelids too heavy to open, and felt Jimin turn him so his head was resting against his shoulder.

Jimin’s soft hands slid underneath his sweater, and he sighed in happiness as the most comforting warmth lapped through him, spreading like sunlight as Jimin’s small hands rubbed gentle circles over his stomach, the same way he had done on his back.

It was like getting the best hug from his hyung ever, and his body fully relaxed under the knowledge that Jimin would take care of him.

Thick heavy sand seemed to pull down at his limbs, and Jimin pressed a soft kiss to his temple, whispering, affectionately.

“Go to sleep.”

Jungkook was out like a light.

…

When Yoongi walked into Jungkook’s room, he found Jimin holding the wilted boy with dried tear stains down his cheeks.

Both were surrounded by a mound of pillows and blankets.

Even in sleep, Jungkook’s eyes were still puffy, and dread and regret washed through Yoongi’s body.

Jimin looked up at him and their eyes locked.

Silent tears had been rolling down Jimin’s face for what looked like enough time to make the front of his shirt damp where they fell.

Jimin’s small hands were shoved underneath Jungkook’s big fuzzy sweater, and his heart broke at the thought that their dongsaeng, who was always cussing out Tae for touching his middle, had been so desperate for comfort that he’d probably asked Jimin to do it just to make him feel better.

God, they had really really fucked up.

“Hyung,” Jimin whimpered, making him close the distance between them, and gently untangle and pick up their youngest’s legs.

As Jimin squirmed out of the blankets, he was able to lift Jungkook by the shoulders so they could lift him up.

Damn why did this kid have to be so heavy?

They successfully moved him to his mattress, tucking one of the fuzzy blankets Jungkook loved so much around him, and made sure a pillow was comfortably underneath his head.

Yoongi thoughtfully took out Jungkook’s two silver hoop earrings with dangling chains, put them on his bedside stand, and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.

Jimin fretted for a minute longer, making sure that the blinds were closed and that Jungkook’s phone was on silent and plugged in.

After everything was done that they could possibly do, he turned and wrapped his arms around Yoongi’s middle.

Jimin shoved his face into his chest and his shoulders racked with silent sobs.

“Come on, love, nothing more we can do right now.” He whispered comfortingly to Jimin, and gently guided him out of Jungkook’s now-dark bedroom.

He knew this would take a long time, but with Jungkook safely asleep, he had his own broken angel that he needed to mend back together.

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Jungkook woke up warm.

He sighed sleepily, then realized that he was hot.

Sticky and disgusting hot.

He hated sweating in his sleep.

Groggily sitting up, he rubbed his eyes which felt crusty.

The giant, hot sweater he’d fallen asleep in explained why he was so warm, and he chided himself to get into pajamas next time.

He realized it was still dark in his room and he blinked a few times.

He didn’t remember closing the blinds, and he didn’t remember getting into bed either.

He shuffled out the door and into the blindingly bright hallway.

He cursed under his breath, and stumbled to the bathroom, needing to shower away the gross feeling of waking up too hot and icky.

A few minutes after the cool water started raining down his face, his brain snapped to attention, and everything from yesterday flooded back into his mind.

Oh god.

Jimin must be so worried about him, and feel terrible. Jungkook was fine, he really felt okay.

Affection and falling asleep with his best friend after being reassured that everything was okay, mixed with a long night of deep sleep had done the trick and cured him.

But now, he was worried that his housemate would be beating himself up over it.

Jimin had always been hard on himself, in everything he did. Jungkook was usually the exception to that, but apparently, not this time.

He needed to make sure he was okay.

Finishing his shower hastily, he dried off, threw on some comfortable big clothes, and quickly walked across their apartment to Jimin’s room.

“Jiminie?” He asked softly, both of his hands pressed against the closed door, “are you awake?”

The door creaked open, and a worried Jimin stepped out.

“I’m okay, it’s okay.” The words tumbled out of him with the need to make sure his Jimin was alright, wrapping the shorter in a big hug. “Please don’t worry. I’m really okay…are- are you?”

Jimin’s arms snaked around his back, and he felt his hyung exhale in relief, and say, “yes” which made his heart considerably lighter.

“Everything’s okay, Min.” Jungkook whispered, and waited a long pause, just holding his friend close, before he suggested, “how about we make pancakes?”

Jimin giggled, and the sound was so beautiful that he laughed too.

“Yes. Yes, pancakes sound amazing, Kookie. Pancakes and strawberries.”

...

Jungkook cleared everything up with Yoongi shortly thereafter, making sure that his other equally important hyung wasn’t locking himself up in his music studio, with no food or sleep as punishment.

Everything thankfully back to normal, Jungkook and Jimin fell into their usual routines together.

Except that Jimin was even more affectionate than before.

Jungkook didn’t mind this at all, but considering his friend was touchy to begin with, it was now constant hugs.

“Minnie,” Jungkook giggled as his friend hugged him from behind like a suckerfish while Jungkook cooked them lunch.

“How come you’ve been so cuddly recently?”

Jimin squeezed him like a snake and said simply, “You like cuddles.”

No arguments there.

“That’s true, you know I love cuddling and getting big warm hugs from my Jiminie-hyung, but I just want to make sure, you know…everything’s okay? You’re not secretly trying to… you know, make up?”

Jimin nodded against his back.

“Yes, everything’s fine. Promise. I just love you and want to hug you.”

Happy with this answer, Jungkook didn’t question his friend’s words because Jimin had never lied to him before, and never would.

Humming contentedly, Jungkook didn’t second guess their increased skinship from then on.

Tae was supposed to arrive for lunch and videogames, and when their friend popped in the front door with his normal huge-grin Jimin disconnected himself to go and latch onto his soulmate.

Jungkook happily cooked, adding extra since Tae would definitely want to eat too.

Because of their conversation, Jungkook thought nothing of the pair of arms that snaked around him, and he whistled along with their soft speakers as he deemed their sandwiches almost finished.

The pair of hands suddenly splayed out across his stomach, making him flinch hard and drop the spatula, while cursing.

“What?!” Taehyung complained from behind him, “so Jiminie gets to touch your stomach but I don’t?!”

Jungkook shoved his friend off of him.

“The hell Tae? No!”

Jungkook scooped the spatula off the tiles and threw it into the sink.

“If the sandwiches are burned because of you I’m throwing you out.”

He got a new spatula and pulled the thankfully okay lunch off the pan, and Taehyung accepted a plate with huge puppy eyes and an adorable “thank you,” before scurrying away to hide behind Jimin.

“You’re not off the hook,” Jungkook grumbled, but more just enjoyed his hyung squirming with the threat of being stomped on by a huge bunny.

They all sat down to eat happily, and as Tae and Jimin bickered about the absurdity of jelly-filled donuts, Jungkook lamented in the back of his head that he had to wait a whole 5 more days before he could live stream again.

...

Jungkook was comfortably stretched on the couch with a movie playing, and was squished next to Jimin and Tae, who was keeping him from falling off the end.

Jungkook wanted to post for his fans, and he was sure being hungry had nothing to do with it.

Nope, nothing at all.

Even though he had eaten, his stomach still gnawed at him that he’d skipped Friday.

He couldn’t believe he was affected this much. It was honestly a little bit embarrassing.

He typed and posted, because his fans would be the only people who would understand: “My tummy won’t give me a break. I’m constantly hungry from missing our usual dinner date this weekend TnT, safe to say I won’t ever skip one again. I’m starving and I just ate *angry tummy growl*.”

People jumped on his post to leave their thoughts and encouragement:

Please eat, Kookie! If you’re hungry, just eat more!

You’re so kind for wanting us there, but we won’t be mad, Kookie! Don’t wait all the way to Friday for a big meal.

Just live stream now, and eat so you’re not hungry anymore! We don’t like to see our precious bunny hungry :’(

He pouted as Tae began to snore behind him, arms and legs slung across him.

Eating a big meal did sound so so amazing, but he needed to wait.

If he ate as much as he wanted now, he would be huge for work tomorrow, and he wasn’t ready for that yet.

Likewise, if he did a Mukbang, he wasn’t sure if he would be able to do another one on Friday.

That was a lot for a less than a week gap.

No, it would throw off his whole schedule, and he knew that needed to just sit tight and wait it out.

He pouted again, resigning himself to his fate.

He typed back: “I’ll eat a little bit more, but if I do a Mukbang with you guys I’ll be stuffed full for work the next few days TnT, Kookie needs more recovery time.”

Lots of people replied with sad faces, broken hearts, and lots of Fighting!

He sighed, rubbing his achingly empty stomach that grumbled in protest, and thought that Friday couldn’t come fast enough.

...

It was the longest week ever.

Every minute that brought him closer to the idea of eating a huge spread on Friday crawled infuriatingly slower and slower.

He could swear he could hear every ticking of the clock at the internship and that each second stretched out impossibly longer just to torture him.

He posted more, telling people he missed them so much, and that he couldn’t wait until they could see each other again this Friday and share a meal.

He was so giddy when he finally left work Friday afternoon, and his mouth began watering with the anticipation of all the food he was going to stuff himself with tonight.

He didn’t even care that it sounded vulgar, stuffing was exactly what he was going to do this evening.

He’d picked out three different places that he wanted food from, and he ordered more than he should have, but he was so excited that he couldn’t help it.

He chewed on his lip, checking his watch every five minutes as it creeped closer and closer to his scheduled time.

He paced his room, wanting so bad to shove anything he saw into his face, and was thankful that the deliveries hadn’t arrived yet.

He wasn’t sure if he would be able to keep himself from pouncing on them.

Especially if he could smell them.

His mouth watered again and he had to swallow hard.

Don’t think about it. Don’t think about it.

Oh my god. How had it only been two minutes?

It really wasn’t like he hadn’t eaten.

He’d had regular meals all this week, except for his usual preparations to make room the day-of, which always made it easier for him to hold all the food he would eat on-camera.

He was just starving.

The fact that he’d skipped Mukbang last week made all regular portion sizes seem unsubstantial, tiny in comparison to how hungry he was.

A cup of soup? Now it was a thimble.

A sandwich? Barely a breadcrumb.

The anticipation had been building each day it got closer to his upcoming feast, which made his stomach even hungrier.

It was like all he could think about was how bad he wanted to eat.

He needed to think of something to distract himself. Maybe if he did some planning for the livestream it would help.

Aside from just cramming food into his mouth, he wanted to find a way to make tonight a little more exciting.

He usually had one trick up his sleeve, something that he could throw in right at the end, like last time, how he’d maneuvered to make his full stomach touch his legs.

Oh god, just the thought of being full.

He was forced to swallow hard as his mouth flooded, and he racked his brain for something exciting to pop into the end of his live.

What could he do? What could he do? No. Don’t think about food.

The idea hit him.

Pop in.

Oh god, more excitement flooded his system as he started scrambling through his closet.

He wanted something he could pop.

He wanted to pop a button tonight.

Jittery excitement continued to course through him, as he searched for the perfect pair of pants.

He’d never done this before.

He usually wore sweatpants, baggy and ones that had comfortable elastic waistbands that expanded with him.

He pulled out an old pair of black pants. He usually wore black, so hopefully people wouldn’t notice right away.

He shucked off his current comfy sweatpants, and started yanking the others up his thighs.

These were tight.

They were some overly fancy skinny-jean-single-wash-raw-denim-blah-blah something that Jimin had insisted made his thighs look good. What a fancy way to say they were overpriced jeans too tight to wear in public.

He’d never gotten them out because they quite honestly made him feel like a burrito.

He excitedly ran to his mirror.

They might be the tightest pair of pants he’d ever owned, that anyone has ever owned, except Jimin. An excited prickle shivered down his spine at the thought that once he was full, he might be able to pop open the button and relieve the straining material.

He buttoned them, checking out his reflection and tugging on the waistline.

He had to admit, they actually did make his thighs look really muscular. Way better than his baggy sweatpants did.

Curse Jimin for being right.

They fit him fine at the waist, fitted, but in no way uncomfortable or appearing tight.

Experimentally, he grabbed the button and pulled hard on it.

It didn’t budge.

Crap.

He yanked on it again, and the little circle of plastic held tight.

If he couldn’t rip it off with his hands, there was no way he’d be able to with his stomach, no matter how full he was.

There was only one option… the boujee pants had to be sacrificed.

Snatching his blue pair of scissors out of his desk drawer, he unbuttoned the pants and very carefully snipped a couple of the many threads firmly holding the button to the waist.

He gave it a soft tug, and it wobbled, less firmly attached, and he cut just a few more until he was satisfied with the button’s reduced strength.

If he broke these pants, it would still be a major feat, and what his fans didn’t know, wouldn’t hurt them.

He put the scissors away and rebuttoned his pants, squeaking in excitement as their doorbell rang.

The food!

He shucked his shirt on and almost tripped because he ran to the door so fast.

...

Chapter Text

“Everyone, I’m so so happy we’re all here together!”

Jungkook smiled into the camera, but his fingers tapped his knees impatiently under the desk where they couldn’t see.

The scent of the hot food had been filling his nose and muddling his mind for what felt like torturous forever.

“As you guys know,” he said shyly, “I’m really really hungry tonight. I’ve been looking forward to this all week, and I can’t wait.”

People praised him for being able to hold out for so long, making his cheeks feel a little bit flushed.

Especially since they all knew how many times he had posted about being so hungry.

“I’ve learned my lesson,” he put his hands up in surrender, “I will never ever skip one of our dinner dates again.”

His fans gushed in the chat about how he was so sweet, and cute, and that he should just start so he didn’t have to wait any longer.

“I gotta give people a few minutes to get here,” he gave them a sad smile, “even though I’m starving.”

People cried in the chat for him, but donations were already coming in.

He smiled and tried to be engaged, but impatiently waited three more minutes, biting his lip and bouncing his knee.

His eyes caught more and more messages telling him that he shouldn’t wait, that they didn’t want him to be hungry, that they could see how badly he needed to eat.

He occupied himself with checking over all the equipment again, before his eyes flicked back to the stack of boxes.

If he didn’t shove food into his mouth right now he was going to die.

Okay, maybe a little dramatic.

If he didn’t shove food into his mouth right now his stomach was going to murder him.

That was much more truthful.

“Guys,” he gave them a bashful smile and confessed, “I’m sorry, I’ve got to start. I’ve just got to. I can’t wait any longer.”

The chat blew up with reassurances, people telling him it was okay, that he needed to eat, and little hearts and celebratory confettis.

He pulled the boxes into view, opening them, and his mouth flooded with saliva.

He swallowed hard, wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve to keep from drooling, and absentmindedly noticed a lot of people saying, omg cute.

“We got some requests last time,” his eyes were fixed on the boxes, fresh waves of delicious smells filling his nose.

He had to force himself to tear his gaze away and look back at the camera.

“Some people wanted my shirt off so they could see more tummy time,” he giggled, and pulled the oversized long sleeve off his head, folding it over the chair like he always did.

At that moment, his stomach growled, impatient, and he felt his cheeks heat up as people sent him more and more hearts, messages, and donations.

He gave another shy smile.

“I have a personal goal tonight, but I don’t want to spoil it. So if we meet it,” he patted his stomach meaningfully, “I’ll tell you guys, and then we can celebrate, maybe with some extra dessert.”

He sat down, and scooted forward, not wanting to wait a minute longer, and grabbed his chopsticks.

He ran his tongue over his lip, staring at the contents of the first box, needing to swallow again because his mouth kept watering.

He really needed to get his shit together. It was just food.

Who was he kidding? It was food.

“I’m going to need to pace myself,” he nibbled on his lip, enamored by the delicious smells, “otherwise I think I’ll explode.”

He gingerly picked up the container, and found that his hands were shaking.

“Sorry.”

He gave another shy smile, took a deep breath and tried to still his hands.

He grabbed a pile of noodles with his chopsticks, and carefully brought the bite to his mouth.

Flavor exploded across his tongue… and his will snapped.

He shoved in a second bite and a third, groaning.

“Oh fuck. Fuck. This is so good.”

He tried to force himself to slow down, he needed to.

His stomach gave a final, empty growl of satisfaction as it accepted the first bites of noodles.

Eating at what he thought was only a slightly faster than acceptable pace, he shoveled the entire contents of the first box into him.

“Oh fuck,” he swore again. “Guys, I’m so hungry. Fuck this is so good.”

He picked up the second box, and quickly tore into it, falling back in his seat with bliss as he drowned in the creamy flavor, continually keeping his mouth full.

He had to open his eyes when he found that the box was empty, and exchanged it for the third, letting his eyes flutter again in ecstasy as he lost himself in a new symphony of flavors.

All too quickly, he finished.

A whine escaped him as he had to exchange the empty box for a full one, before he could keep eating.

The chat kept going, but he wasn’t paying it any attention now whatsoever.

All he could think about was the food.

The most amazing food he’d ever tasted in his life, and the beginnings of comfortable heavy warmth in his stomach.

“Ah,” he groaned in between bites, “I love this feeling.”

He continued to eat with one hand, while he brought the other to his stomach, feeling the gradual expansion with every mouthful.

Finishing the fourth remarkably fast, he shoved it to the side and tucked into the fifth, swallowing as much as he could, and groaning as he felt his stomach push into his hand, a little bit more every minute.

“Hn-” he rubbed his growing stomach as he kept eating.

“Feels so good. Getting full you guys. Can you see it?”

He showed them how his stomach was beginning to bulge, and even though he wasn’t actively eating, he could still feel it expanding, like it was trying to catch up with everything he was pumping into himself.

His eyelids fluttered again and he moaned, bringing both of his hands to feel his stomach slowly keep swelling.

Nothing compared to this.

Once it slowed from his body catching up with him, he picked his chopsticks right back up and ate with renewed vigor.

Keeping a hand gently petting his middle, he made tiny circles with his palm flush and fingers splayed wide as he was able to pack in the fifth box, and got to work on the sixth.

He knew six was his stage limit.

But the heaviness in his growing tummy was so so wonderful, and he didn’t feel any aching yet, didn’t feel sick at all.

“I can do more,” he mumbled to himself, chowing through the sixth and opening the seventh.

“I know I can do more,” he told his fans, “Kookie’s tummy isn’t full yet. Bunny is still hungry.”

He’d never heard the ding of his reminder that always brought him out of his reverie, and he wondered if he’d just missed it, or if he was eating so fast that it hadn’t hit the time yet.

Wanting his stomach to stretch and fill his hand more, he brought large helpings of a thick rice dish past his lips again and again.

Tipping back the box to get every last grain, he didn’t even question when he flipped open the eighth box he’d ordered.

His stomach was so comfortably full, making him feel so happy, and without thinking, he patted his stomach and said to it while admiring how round it was.

“Not so angry now, are you, huh? Silent as the grave now that I’ve fattened you up. You shouldn’t give me such a hard time. You know I hate being hungry. Much rather be full, so full and so happy. You filled up quite nicely, didn’t you?”

He patted his stomach again, giggling, but then realized he’d just talked to his stomach like he did in private, on camera, for over 50,000 people.

His cheeks bloomed red, and he brought another huge bite to cover his embarrassment.

Enjoying how the heaviness was starting to settle and fill out, making him feel like he’d swallowed a bowling ball that was slowly melting inside of him, he involuntarily moaned at how well he filled his hands that were gently holding his stomach.

Reaching back forward, wanting to keep eating and hoping his stomach would swell up in his hands just a little bit more, he closed his eyes again and enjoyed every swallow.

He knew it was making its way down to settle and fill him up, and hopefully, make his tummy expand more.

It was the best feeling ever.

He pulled the extra box he had impulse-purchased that was hiding behind the camera and dragged it to himself.

Flipping it open, he didn’t hesitate to bring every last savory bite to his mouth.

Once he finished scraping the bottom for any stray noodles, he realized that he’d finished everything he’d purchased for this way faster than he should have.

Shyly relaying this information to the camera, he could only sit back and wait, now that he’d finished all of the dinner food.

But his mind was caught on knowing that he had purchased some dessert.

He didn’t usually like dessert after the Mukbang, but, well, this wasn’t after.

This was still during the Mukbang, right?

He knew he overdid it. He’d eaten way too fast for his body to realize how much he was packing inside of himself, but he didn’t care.

He didn’t care one bit, and instead reveled in the heavy weight.

There was nothing wrong with celebrating how well he had done.

All of that glorious food had filled him up completely, and he deserved to enjoy the warm contentment and deep satisfaction he got from filling up this much.

His head lolled back, his little moans of satisfaction slipping out as he gently rubbed over his swollen stomach.

“Mmmm,” he hummed happily to himself, dazed and feeling thoroughly sedated.

“That was so yummy. I feel so full now. So nice and filled up, like I should be.”

He forced open his heavy eyes, remembering where he was, and wanting to be alone, so he could happily feel his stomach in the comfort of his own bed.

He wanted to be alone to caress it and whisper how it had done such a good job, filled up so so well for him.

He’d filled up well.

He’d done such a good job, and he was incredibly proud.

But he wasn’t alone.

He had to address everyone at home watching. Then he could be by himself.

“I’ve been completely neglecting you guys,” he apologized, scooting the chair forward to read the chat.

He kept his soothing hands reverently holding one of the biggest bellies he had ever made for himself, letting the pleasurable warmth lap through him.

“Hmmm, I hope you guys liked it,” he smiled happily at all of the comments of praise.

“I sure did. I feel amazing, Kookie filled up so well. I’m so proud of how well I did you guys.”

He emphasized by spreading his fingers and petting his bloated middle, packed full of food.

Tons of comments read how much they loved it.

“Oh, you all like it too, that makes me so happy!” he blushed and read the chats coming in.

“Awh, you all think I did a good job? Thank you, you’re all so sweet. I was so hungry, but now I’m so happy. I feel amazing.”

He pouted, confessing, “but I wish I had someone to give me belly rubs. Don’t you wish you could too? I feel so good in my hands you guys.”

He smiled, knowing he was teasing them, “so fat and happy. I wish you could feel it too.”

The people went wild, and he enjoyed reading all the praise they poured over him, making his chest tingle happily and his cheeks pink.

Deciding he wanted the damn dessert, he reached behind the camera, put one slice of cake aside on the lid, and pulled the rich and creamy slice of cheesecake in front of him, into the camera’s view.

“I usually wait until after a nap,” he fumbled for his chopsticks, “but I want this, and…” he pouted.

“I didn’t meet my personal goal yet.”

He started eating the creamy bites, moaning at how delicious and rich the cake was as he could still feel his stomach try to accomodate for all of the food he’d eaten so fast.

It was just now beginning to feel uncomfortable, showing him how quickly he really had eaten, since he usually got uncomfortably full around box five or six… and he’d eaten nine.

Whoops.

However, it didn’t stop him from bringing more bites of the rich cheesecake to his lips and he imagined his tummy groaning from receiving even more food when it was desperately trying to keep up.

For the first time, he registered how freaking tight his pants were, cutting into his waist.

He wasn’t sure how he hadn’t noticed before now. It was in no way a comfortable feeling, and the only conclusion he could come up with, is that, just like Jimin said, he’d fallen deep into ‘food-lust.’

“You wanna know why I buy cheesecake?” He asked the camera, while trying to soothe the beginnings of his stomach registering too much. Way too much.

“Well, one, it’s really fucking delicious.”

He giggled, the action making him feel just how tight his pants were.

“Two, I love it.”

He brought the last bite to his mouth.

“-and three, it’s really really fattening. Like seriously filling.”

He enjoyed the last bite of the dessert as he noticed tons of donations coming in, and the chat telling him he looked so good.

Sitting back and relaxing in his chair, he reverently stroked his prized stomach, and took a big deep breath of happiness.

He felt a pop at his waist, like a thread snapping.

Oh!

He moved to sit up, gauging how much the fabric was straining under his new limit.

The action made more of his stomach push forward, and a loud snap made him grin, looking down, as his waistband widened considerably, and was no longer cutting into his middle.

The chat was going fucking crazy. He’d just broke a button. Popped his pants.

“Everyone,” he grinned huge, and giggled into his hand.

“We just met my personal goal.”

Even more messages, hearts, and donations overwhelmed him, the chat going so fast that it was jumping in messages by the hundreds rather than sliding past each one.

“Oh wow,” he smiled giddily, “I’m so happy you’re all happy too. It’s important to set goals, and work hard to meet them.”

He reached, albeit was a struggle, and pulled the second piece of cake out of its hiding place into the camera’s view.

“I promised you guys,” he pulled off a chunk with his chopsticks and fed it to himself, “promised that if we met my goal and broke my button, pop my pants to make some more room, we’d have a little more dessert together.”

He took a few more bites, but that was truly all he could manage.

“I’m so full.” He whined, rubbing his obscenely bloated belly.

“I love you all, but I’m going to have to call it a night, everyone. I don’t think I can stand up, I feel like I’m going to burst.”

He whined, his heavy stomach pushing him into his seat and he thought that it might not be such a bad idea to just sleep in his chair.

“I bet…” he couldn’t help it, and he had to tease them some more, “that tomorrow, after bunny gets a good long night of sleep, my tummy will still be so full, and look so good, that I’ll share a picture with my friends.”

He gave his rounded middle a firm pat, “and if it doesn’t still look big and full, then I’ll be seriously impressed by my digestive skills… and I’ll still share a photo anyways.”

People loved his promise, and he said a few more winded goodbyes before stopping the live.

Oh god, he was so fucking stuffed.

His tummy felt stretched tight, borderline hurting, but it also felt so wonderful.

Rocking forward to sit up, he just wanted to crawl into his squishy bed.

He would check the statistics of his livestream and clean up the boxes tomorrow.

Laying back, he giggled at how heavy he felt, the action causing even more strain on his swollen and stretched stomach.

He wanted to kick off his sweatpants, but after a second, moaned in frustration.

The damn tight pants.

The ones that had popped open because he was so full, but still. Now he had to deal with them.

He had to go onto his side, because sitting up simply sounded like too damn much work.

After minutes of struggling, he was able to shimmy his cursedly tight pants off his butt and thighs, and had one hell of a time reaching around his fat stomach to get them off his knees and ankles, because he couldn’t bend without his thighs pressing into his hugely distended middle.

He knew if he cared about his well being, he should probably go try to get some of the food up in the toilet, but the thought made him angry, because he had worked so hard to fill himself this full.

Lying comfortably on his side, he ran his hands up and down, and side to side over the shape he couldn’t quite believe that his body was making.

Tingles of overjoy and pleasure erupted low in his belly, and down the back of his spine that he’d been able to fill himself this full, and stretch this big.

Giving in before he fell asleep, he did one of his favorite things, gently petting himself for all of his hard work, circling the opening of his belly button softly with the tip of his finger, and praising his tummy for doing so well.

He whispered into the peacefully quiet room that he was proud, and once again, that his stomach had done such a good job for him.

No, scratch that.

That he had done such a good job for himself.

...

By the time Jimin made it to his room to check if he was okay, Jungkook was already fast asleep.

...

Chapter Text

When Jungkook woke up, he’d expected to feel the effects of the previous evening, like he always did, but this morning, his stomach hurt.

Curled on his side, he whimpered at how much his sides and middle were aching.

He usually enjoyed the fullness, but this was too much.

This was way too much.

He’d known that he overdid it, but he hadn’t realized just how far he had gone past his line.

He could barely move to pick up his phone, without stabbing pain coursing through him, and he whined as he phoned Jimin.

“Minnie-” he breathed, “I’m dying.”

He heard Jimin’s quick footsteps run through their flat, and his door burst open.

“Kookie,” Jimin’s voice was soft and caring, even though it was also laced with panic.

“I knew you’d gone too far,” Jimin crouched beside his bed and helped him to scootch forward towards the edge of the mattress, still curled on his side.

“I know you hate this. I know you hate it so much, but you have to, baby.”

Jimin held up an empty trash can lined with a plastic grocery bag under his face.

“I know you worked hard,” Jimin carded his free hand through Jungkook’s hair comfortingly, “but this is necessary.”

Jungkook wanted to protest, he really did, but he hurt too much.

“P-picture,” Jungkook exhaled, and Jimin’s hand stilled, before resuming his gentle caresses through his hair.

“No fucking way, Kook. You’re not getting a picture of how you look for your fans when you’re dying. I won’t let you put them over taking care of yourself. Now, I’m serious, you need to get some of this out.”

A whine escaped his lips, but even to himself, it sounded pitiful.

Another sharp stab pierced through his middle, accompanied by a throbbing ache, and he gave in.

He tried to take a deep breath, but his lungs didn’t have enough space to move in his chest.

Holy fuck had he overdone it.

He pushed his hands down on his stomach forcefully, not how he usually touched himself, and willed himself to think about how there was more cake left on his desk from yesterday.

The idea of any food caused his throat constrict and the thin precursor fluid to flood his mouth, and he vomited into the trash can.

Jimin made comforting shushing sounds, keeping his hair off of his forehead, and Jungkook kept upheaving everything he could and the contents of last night into the trash can.

He squeezed his eyes closed, sweat beading on his skin, and heaved again, feeling absolutely terrible, but thankful for his friend.

After what felt like way too long even though it had probably only taken a few minutes for him to empty his stomach, he collapsed back onto the mattress, spent and breathing heavily.

“Baby,” Jimin cooed and wiped around his mouth with a tissue.

“T-thank you Minnie,” Jungkook could now breathe, and he was enormously grateful for his best friend.

Aside from the post-effects of throwing up, being a little shaky and feeling drained, he honestly felt so much better.

His stomach had calmed down, no longer pounding with hurt, and he thought never ever again.

His friend lifted his head and tipped a cool drink of water into his mouth, which he gratefully swallowed to wash down the bitter acidity of bile.

“Now,” Jimin stroked through his hair again, giving Jungkook more sips of water, “do you feel better?”

Jungkook nodded weakly, and Jimin tucked the soft blanket under his chin.

“I want you to sleep.” Jimin pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, and he swallowed and nodded again, however he couldn’t help himself from thinking about how he had promised to post.

He weakly argued, “B-but I need to-”

“Little Bunny,” Jimin comfortingly stroked his cheek and made affection for his caring best friend spread through him. “Do you want me to post for you? I’ll take care of it, but I don’t want you worrying about not posting today.”

Jungkook nodded again, his eyes feeling watery as regret washed through him.

“I’m sorry,” he wasn’t exactly sure if he was apologizing to Jimin, to his fans, or to himself.

All of them, he guessed.

“No, never be sorry, precious.” Jimin whispered and pressed another soft kiss to his forehead. “I’ll take care of it, you just get better, okay?”

Jungkook let the exhaustion take over him, and the relief that his stomach was no longer hurting.

“I love you,” Jimin said, still stroking his hair soothingly.

His friend always knew how to make him feel better, and he mumbled it back before sinking into sleep.

...

Jimin exhaled, beyond worried.

Jungkook’s soft puffs of breath revealed he had fallen asleep almost instantly.

Standing back up quietly, he left Jungkook and took the trash out to their dumpster to throw away the contents.

Peeking back into Jungkook’s room, he set down a new glass of water on his bedside stand, and turned off the volume on the younger’s phone.

He had cleaned up all of the boxes last night when he’d come up to check on his friend, finding him peacefully sleeping. He had been surprised that all of the boxes were still out because Jungkook hated messes, which proved just how much he’d overdone it in his video.

Jimin had been really worried when he was watching the stream, nibbling into his bottom lip and wringing the end of his sweater into his hands as he knew that his friend had consumed way too much for him to handle.

But, Jimin and Jungkook never interrupted each other's videos.

They were both good at acting, the younger especially so since he had majored in it in college.

Lots of times, when Jimin was concerned while watching one of Jungkook’s lives, it would end up being completely fine, and his best friend would giggle and blush at Jimin’s compliments on how convincing he had been.

Now though, Jimin was kicking himself for not following his instincts and interrupting Jungkook’s video.

It had obviously not been fine.

He logged onto Jungkook’s account Bunny’sYummyKookies and shook his head at his friend’s annoyingly adorable username.

He clicked to make a new post and typed out:

“Hi everyone! This is Jimin,
I know that you’re all expecting posts from Kook-ah today, but he’s not feeling well and needs some time to rest. His Mukbang last night made him really really sick, but he’s finally sleeping now and on the mend. Being his usual self, he was really stubborn about not being able to post for you, and was annoyingly apologetic about not being able to be active for you guys. He’s really sorry, (but his hyung isn’t letting him post until he gets better.) I’m worried about how sick it made him, but he will be back on his feet in a few days. Please show him support and love, and next week please be kind, because I know that he is going to feel really bad and think he let you all down. He doesn’t listen to me, the annoying brat, but maybe he’ll listen to you guys. He loves you all so much.
<3 Jimin (and a sleeping Kookie)
…Because he can’t stop me while he’s sick, here’s a photo I took of him last week that is his new contact picture in my phone. >:)”

Jimin attached a picture of Jungkook, who he’d caught on camera looking so cute in a huge sweater, surrounded in a pile of fuzzy blankets on the couch, hair adorably fluffy, and pouting up at him with his big doe-eyes while he held a squishmallow.

He looked tiny and it had made Jimin just attack him with hugs and the need to annoy the shit out of him for being so damn cute.

Posting it, he was happy to see that already, tons of people were worried, wishing him well, and feeling bad that he had made himself sick for them.

Jimin nodded in satisfaction at Jungkook’s fanbase, happy that he didn’t have to report any insensitive comments, and that the majority of everyone genuinely cared for his friend’s well-being.

Closing out of Jungkook’s account, he called Yoongi to ask if he could pick up some saltine crackers and chicken noodle soup from the store, since Jimin didn’t feel right about leaving the apartment when Jungkook was ill, even if he was sleeping.

...

“H-hi everyone.”

Jungkook sat nervously biting his lip with his hands folded in his lap, and instantly, comments poured in asking if he was okay.

Relief washed over him that they weren’t angry. Even though he had read all of their supportive comments, he couldn’t bring himself to post anything else throughout the week.

This was the first time that he had ever been dreading a live, rather than looking forward to it.

“I-um- I’m really sorry for being inactive.”

He could feel his lip wobbling, and had to reign in his overwhelmed emotions, otherwise he would start crying.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to relax.

“Thank you all for your support this week, it really meant the world to me.”

More and more people joined, asking if he was alright, and he let out a small smile.

“I’m okay now, thank you for being so sweet. I really overdid it, and it made me really sick,” he confessed, “and… I’m sorry for letting you guys down. I didn’t mean to.”

People rushed that no he hadn’t, and that they were worried and now happy that he was okay, and it made his heart feel lighter.

“Jiminie told me off for feeling bad,” he couldn’t help but giggle, “but I just care about you guys so much, and I don’t want you to be disappointed.”

Tons of more comments surged in that made him feel considerably better, and after a few more minutes of answering questions and soaking in all of the reassurance, he thanked them again and gave them another shy smile.

“I’m going to be going really light today,” he explained, “I still don’t feel great, but I wanted to let you guys know I’m okay and thought we could still spend some time together.”

He slid open a container and smiled at the delicious smell.

“Soup! Did you guys know that some restaurants have some insanely delicious soups? I know it’s new for our channel, but I’d never ordered soup before… just seems kind of unsatisfying right? Well, wrong. This chicken noodle is freaking to die for, and it’s really light, which is perfect for me today.”

He smiled at all of the comments, and enjoyed everyone saying that it was okay, that he was more important.

He slowly ate his bowl of soup and read comments, replying to them in between small bites.

“I was really nervous to come here,” he confessed, “but you all made me feel so much better. Thank you, guys.”

His chest felt warm and sunny from everyone’s kind words, and he nibbled on a cracker.

“I should be all better by next week, however, I’m never ever eating that much again.”

His face felt a little green.

“It’s not worth how it made me feel, hopefully you guys can understand, and I’ll just stick to our regular amounts, okay? I hope that’s alright.”

More relief washed over him as everyone told him it was okay and they didn’t want him to push himself.

He flashed another shy smile, eating another cracker and said softly to convey how he was feeling inside, “thank you for caring about me. I really love you guys.”

Tons more comments and hearts came in, making him feel so much better.

“Now about that photo Jimin posted,” he started joking, feeling much more himself and giving them a big pout.

“I swear I’m going to kill him.”

Everyone laughed in the chat, telling him how adorable it was, and that they were so happy that he was feeling more of himself, and he giggled and spent the rest of the live nibbling crackers, sipping water, and enjoying talking with them.

...

After the live ended and he spent some time with Jimin, Jungkook curiously pulled up the replays of his lives, which exclusive members had free access to.

This was less popular on other pages, and he was sure that he could have made much more money if he did what almost everyone else did, and make each replay cost, but it was important to him that if people were paying for his subscription, that they could then access his videos without having to pay extra every single time.

This also made it so that if his fans couldn’t make it to a livestream and they were one of his ‘friends,’ they didn’t have to pay to catch up on what they’d missed.

He usually watched his recordings sometime in the next week. It gave him the perspective of what his viewers saw, and he could also pause and take more time to read over the chats that were also recorded in-time with the video, and see how he wanted to improve.

Not to mention he really enjoyed it.

He hadn’t yet watched his one from last week. He was nervous about watching it because this was one of the first times that he hadn’t been playing a part and acting for the viewer’s benefit.

He simultaneously didn’t want to watch it and yet was so curious about what he had looked like.

Resolving himself, he clicked it open, and settled in his seat.

Even though he felt vulnerable, thousands of other people had already seen it, and in reality, he had absolutely nothing to lose by watching it.

Besides, he usually liked watching himself eat on the replays.

It made his stomach tingle and his fingertips itch to pursue the feeling of fullness again.

He also enjoyed looking at himself as an outsider. There was something about seeing what he had done, and combined with the memory of it, it was like looking through a mirror, but the person on the other side was doing their own thing.

When he was so deep in the Mukbang, he fell into the sensations of everything, and forgot that he was still a human performing acts, and people were watching.

It was like getting a secondhand perspective of all the things he couldn’t remember or didn’t realize in the moment, and he really enjoyed it.

Pressing play, Jungkoook excitedly grabbed and hugged a pillow, and cuddled back into his chair.

Even as the video started and his virtual self was smiling and talking to the audience, he could see how impatient he looked.

Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh at himself. He could see his fingers tapping on the surface of his desk when he was talking, his knee bouncing in anticipation, and his eyes looked hungry.

“Jungkook,” he giggled at himself, “you already look so desperate.”

His inner nerves vanished as he sunk into just enjoying the video, thinking that it was kind of like rereading a diary entry.

His video self said, I’m starving, and Jungkook giggled, talking back to the boy on screen.

“No kidding. I can tell.”

He watched as his on-screen self blushed and talked to the audience, and how his eyes kept flicking over to where he knew the boxes of food were stacked behind the camera.

The chat was encouraging, everyone was so remarkably sweet, and watching it now, his chest was warm and gooey from how much his fans cared about him, and evidently, didn’t like seeing him hungry.

Once laid out on display, all of the food looked like a ginormous amount, and looking at it now in the peace of his own room, Jungkook had no idea how he had actually eaten it all, and was very grateful that he hadn’t kept it inside of him.

His screen-self swallowed hard, staring at the food, and some saliva dribbled out of the corner of his mouth.

“Oh ew! Gross!” he yelled, even though the chat had been of the opposite opinion, saying that it was so cute how he was drooling.

“That’s not cute,” he argued to no one in his quiet room.

His video-self was clearly enamored with the heaping boxes, and Jungkook now better understood what Jimin meant by ‘food lust.’

Yeah, okay, he did look really lustful, but it was a little bit comical, because everyone in the chat had been screaming about how cute he was at that moment.

Jungkook giggled at himself. If anyone ever looked at him the way he was staring at that food in the video, he would fall down onto his knees and beg them to marry him.

He watched the video as he had taken his shirt off, and gave himself a thumbs up. Especially on screen, Jungkook had to admit that Jimin was right, and that he looked really good in those pants.

“Those pants look great, Kook, you look sexy. Too bad they’re ruined now.”

Apparently, people at that time had been thinking the same thing, because the chat had been wailing about his thighs and people were thoroughly confused, asking when their cute little bunny had gotten so damn hot.

Jungkook giggled, he loved that he could read the chats now without worrying about being on screen or giving the right facial expressions.

He tucked his chin over the top of his pillow and continued to watch.

On screen, he looked simultaneously shy and incredibly desperate as he had picked up the box, and saw how prominent the shake in his hands had been.

“Oh my god, you’re making me crazy, just eat it!” He exclaimed to his computer screen as the version of himself was showing incredible restraint, even though it was obvious how much it was killing him.

Jungkook could literally see how his will snapped. He was almost sure he could hear it, as the shaking hands slowly brought a bite of noodles to his lips.

Once the first taste was past his lips, he froze, before surging forward and shoving as much into his mouth as he possibly could.

“Damn,” Jungkook said, slightly in awe to the screen as his video swore repeatedly, and he chomped through the first and second boxes like they were nothing.

He’d begun to make sinful noises, and Jungkook didn’t remember doing that, but here was most definitely proof that he was whimpering and moaning like crazy while eating the third box.

He now understood why his fans had asked him to take off his shirt from the get-go.

With himself uncovered, he could see the process of his stomach slowly filling, and beginning to push out as the version of him on screen ate and ate.

His own stomach was tingling pleasantly at watching, and he made a note to continue to take off his shirt at the beginning from now on.

Watching that made his cheeks warm, and his fingers itch to touch, even though it was through a screen, and impossible to do so.

“Dang, slow down.” Jungkook told himself on the video, who was still eating much faster than could ever be good for you as he worked through the fourth and fifth boxes.

Jungkook suddenly remembered that he was also supposed to be reading the chat.

He’d forgotten to look at what the people were saying, because he had been distracted by his display, and a little more than mesmerized at how much he had eaten so quickly.

He’d never seen himself fall so deeply into the blissed expression he wore, and he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the fact that his video-self was sporting a rounded stomach that he apparently wouldn’t quit petting.

“You look fucking ruined,” he chided his past-self, before pausing the video to check out what he had missed in the chat.

Mostly, it was people genuinely impressed by how much he was eating, and telling him how good he was doing, that he was eating so well, and asking him to please slow down so he didn’t make himself sick.

“Whoopsie,” Jungkook said, then resumed the video.

His cheeks flushed as the version of himself on the screen was moaning, rubbing the steadily growing bulge in his middle, and showing the audience how big his stomach had gotten.

He was genuinely impressed by how much he had packed into himself, and it was no wonder he’d gotten so sick.

His virtual version apparently was having a moment, leaning back with fluttering closed eyelids and keeping both hands on his stomach in ecstasy.

He wasn’t sure if he was imagining it, or if it was really there, but he could have sworn he could actually see the expansion happening on the video as his hands had more to rub over than even just a minute ago.

“Fuck, Kook.” He flushed at the image, glancing to see people in the chat gushing about how hot that was.

He gave a little snort at their horny thoughts, but didn’t disagree.

If he was a real viewer, he most certainly wanted to reach through the screen and just touch the boy on the other side. Just to soothe over his dark hair, brush the pink plush lips that were moaning, stroke lovingly down his arms, and he would definitely put his hands on the boy’s steadily growing rounded tummy to feel the wonderful stretch for himself.

“Shit,” he cursed again into the safety of his room as his fingers itched for contact.

Had he always looked like this in his videos?

He didn’t think so.

Sure, he’d looked full and blissed in his other videos, but right here he looked beyond destroyed, and aching for someone to come soothe him.

He now understood why people kept putting in the chat that they needed to sleep with him.

Hell, if he was watching someone else doing what he was doing right now, he’d most certainly need to jump through the screen and yank them into bed.

A small giggle bubbled out of him, enjoying all the chats saying that he looked so beautiful, so full, and so hot and that everything happening was so sexy.

He currently felt like he was a big gift to the world of inflation-kink enthusiasts, since he’d not come across any other accounts that did what he was doing on screen.

Understanding feedism much more, his hands were dying to relieve the boy on screen of his chopsticks, and do all the work for him.

“Shit, new kink self-discovery I guess.”

He watched as his on-screen self’s eyes opened, dazed and not at all how he normally looked.

Jungkook raised his eyebrows at just how fucked-out he appeared, while his video mumbled I can do more.

He shook his head in response at the way his screen self was clearly not in his right mind, staring hungrily at more food and repeating, I know I can do more.

“No, you can’t.” Jungkook hugged his pillow tighter as his virtual self continually ate a huge helping of fried rice, little pieces falling but not being left, as he tipped back the container and looked like he was drinking the last of it.

“Shit, Kook. Control yourself,” he swore at himself again, definitely seeing that he had been way past his limit and in some sort of food-crazed headspace.

His cheeks erupted bright red as, on screen, he’d reverently held the huge mound of a stomach, petting with his fingertips and giving soft pats with his palms, and started talking to it like he was infatuated by the sight in front of him, stars in his eyes and everything.

Wow that was embarrassing.

He simultaneously cringed and tried to ignore the pooling heat in his abdomen as he said in the video, with a voice thick with desire and admiration, Silent as the grave now that I’ve fattened you up. You know I hate being hungry. Much rather be full, so full and so happy. You filled up quite nicely, didn’t you?

Fucking hell.

Could he be any more embarrassing?

And could it be any weirder that he was super turned on by a video of himself talking to his own stomach?

He quickly consulted the chat. People apparently loved that he’d done this, and no one thought it was embarrassing at all, aside from himself.

He reluctantly agreed that it was kind of cute how the video-Jungkook realized what had just happened, and his cheeks flushed darkly, before he ate some more to hide his obvious embarrassment. His fans thought so too, cooing and gushing about how cute he was, and lots of people saying things like:

omg he must talk to his tum when he’s alone. Don’t be embarrassed Kookie! Please do it more for us!

can someone please talk to me the way Kookie is talking to his full belly? CUTE!

He’s so adorable! Him admiring how full he is and telling his tum good job for fattening up. I love him TnT.

Bunny’s hungry belly looks so happy being talked to like this, he is so freaking adorable.

After more messages, someone had referred to this as his ‘Tummy-talk’ and everyone latched on, saying this over and over and coining it.

Jungkook huffed, realizing that that phrase probably wasn’t going to go away. He’d better start incorporating it and get used to it, so he won’t be embarrassed by it in future videos.

Even though he was the one that had done it, it still looked shocking when his on-screen self pulled a hidden box out of nowhere, and happily ate all of it.

The desk was littered with large empty containers. It looked so absurd, how much he had shoved inside of him.

On screen, he was adorably shy when he said to the camera with pink cheeks that he’d finished all the dinner that he’d bought, and everyone in the chat had rushed to tell him he had done so well.

After flushing from the praise, the boy had another moment as he collapsed back into the chair with heavy lids, patting, lovingly stoking, and rubbing circles across the obscene swell with both of his hands, and had the biggest, happiest, and most satisfied sleepy smile on his face.

He kept mumbling to himself half-phrases that made Jungkook blink at the video… because he didn’t remember doing that at all.

He rubbed his temples as breathy words kept spilling out of the mouth of his screen-self:

so yummy

feel so full

Kookie did such a good job

ate so much

deserves a reward

He did not remember doing this.

Had this really happened?

There's no way this could have actually happened... right?

Apparently, because he was watching it on video, and the blissed-out version of himself on screen licked over his lips, mumbling, dessert.

However, he actually did remember saying what he said next: I feel so full now. So nice and filled up, like I should be.

Jungkook pursed his lips at himself as the boy was struggling to open his eyes and sit up.

The chat was chanting praises and telling him he was meant to be full, and looked so beautiful like this.

He laughed out loud in his room when an expression of ‘oh fuck’ crossed his face in the video, and he scrambled upright on screen, panicked and apologizing for neglecting the audience.

Well, it was nothing if not genuine.

His video continued to talk and reveal how he felt amazing and like he’d done a good job, while fingers stroked over the enormous swollen middle. He most definitely looked pregnant, it was honestly quite impressive, and looked like someone had attached a beach ball to his otherwise narrow figure.

“Preggo with a food baby,” he teased himself, right as the other him teased the audience by asking them if he would like to cuddle and rub his tummy, moaning about how good he felt.

The chat lost their shit, people crying, saying they wanted to and Jungkook rolled his eyes at himself, but was still smiling.

He was such a tease.

However, even he had tingles in the tips of his fingers at the idea of touching the enticing bulging tummy.

“You already touched,” he chided and pointed to the screen, “you’re doing it right there.”

That fact didn’t seem to dampen his desire to, or the warmth sparkling in his stomach at the memory.

He watched as the boy ate a huge slice of cheesecake, saying how much he loved cheesecake.

He giggled and shook his head at himself saying that cheesecake was so good because it was such a rich and fattening food.

He certainly looked fat, but people sent chat messages about how they would love it if he put on weight. Lots of people saying how Kookie would look so good chubby and they would love to see him soft and with a big squishy belly.

He snorted but turned back his attention to the video when there was an audible pop sound.

He quickly backed it up 30 seconds, turning from the chat back to the video because he really wanted to see what it looked like when those tight ass skinny jeans broke.

The video-version of himself sat up excitedly, a beaming bunny grin on his face, and he looked down, as the pulled tight waistband gave way, the button snapped off, and the pants were released from their strain. His large stomach fell into the new empty space, making a soft jiggle at the quick movement. Jungkook’s own stomach coiled with heat and desire.

Shit that looked amazing.

He rewound five seconds and watched again, noticing that it was cute how excited he was on screen when it happened, then announced that they had finally reached his personal goal.

The chat spasmed with so many messages, and he didn’t even try to read them as he could just tell that they loved it.

Another piece of cake appeared on screen, and Jungkook’s eyebrows shot up, because he couldn’t believe that he had seriously wanted to eat anything else.

But his video was so giddy with excitement that he ate some and told them that it was okay because popping his pants had created more room he needed to fill.

Jungkook snorted. What a lie.

Thankfully, his video-self stopped after only a few bites and whined that he wouldn’t be able to stand up, and it surely looked like it. The boy started an outro, whispering to the audience while once again, running his fingers and palms all over the big bulge.

Jungkook stuck his tongue out at the video defiantly, and the recording ended.

Wow.

That was really an experience.

No wonder he’d made so much money from that live stream.

He’d never seen himself like that before, and simultaneously liked it from the pleasure tingling in his stomach from the video, and hated it, because he knew that overdoing it so much had caused a lot of pain and made him seriously regret his decisions the next morning.

He raked his hands through his hair, exhaling, and made a promise to himself to never have that much again.

He checked over the statistics again, and still couldn’t believe he’d made close to fifteen grand from that video. Eating soup today he’d made much less in donations, which was understandable because he’d left his sweater on the entire time and had finished less than a kid would eat for lunch.

But today he’d had so many well wishes and people telling him they loved him, that it deposited in his love bank and made him feel all warm and sparkly inside.

He decided to check out those new insanely expensive shoes he’d been eyeing and threw in an obnoxiously overpriced, yet equally awesome leather jacket for Jimin, because his best friend deserved a gift.

He spun happily around in his chair, hugging the pillow to his chest with kind and loving comments bouncing around in his head, and thinking that aside from his own mistakes, which he had certainly learned from, he genuinely loved every part of his job.

...

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Two months later, Jungkook was very happy with how his live streams were going. He was back to what he normally did eating, and he was enjoying it more than ever. His Friday night ritual was sacred, and had become even more so as his fans increased and continually showered him in affection.

He made sure to get just to the point of fullness that he liked, and made sure that he never ever went beyond that.

He was also elated that his viewing numbers were steadily increasing, and he was slowly becoming more popular, gaining him more subscribers and more donations. Nothing could be better than getting paid for being wonderfully full, and Jungkook couldn’t have been happier.

He stepped into the coffee shop near the macaron bakery that Jimin loved, because he’d called and asked Jungkook to pick some up after the gym, and if he was stopping… he wanted coffee.

Jungkook’s legs had that wonderful burning he loved that came with a fulfilling workout, and he knew that he would sleep well tonight just because of it. He didn’t bother with drying his hair after showering at the gym, so it was damp but had started to curl at the ends.

“Yes, Minnie,” he spoke into his phone as he waited in line, “I’ll get them right after I get coffee. Yes I’ll get you the pink ones. I promise I won’t forget. M’kay.’

He hung up on Jimin protesting that Jungkook wasn’t paying attention, and instead patiently waited for the people in front of him to finish ordering. He bounced a little on his feet, chasing the fulfilling post-workout feeling in his legs, and took in the cute coffee shop.

He’d never actually been in here, but he liked how there were always tons of plants in the front window, and today he finally had an excuse to venture inside due to Jimin’s demands for sweets.

He stared hard at the menu and contemplated over ordering an Americano or a dark roast pour-over, when someone tapped him on the shoulder.

“You’re next,” the woman behind him prompted, and he stumbled toward the counter, apologizing to her for spacing off.

He turned around to face the barista and his eyes snapped to the tall, very attractive man standing in front of him.

“Oh my god,” he blurted out, and Jungkook felt his cheeks immediately get hot.

One of the most beautiful men he had ever seen was standing before him, and was looking back at him just as shell shocked.

The stranger swallowed hard, his cheeks and nose darkening into a dull pink, which made him look even prettier. It complimented his silvery hair and large glasses.

“I um- hi,” Jungkook said, and gave a shy smile.

The person in front of him opened his mouth, but nothing came out, and he closed it. before blinking a few times, he shook his head as if to clear it, and then spoke in one of the most attractive deep and smooth voices.

“Hi, what can I get you today?”

Your number.

Jungkook forgot what he was going to order and said the first thing that tumbled out of his mouth.

“What’s your favorite drink?”

The man smiled, and it was so dazzling, it made his heart stop as two deep dimples appeared.

Oh no.

“I love London Fogs.”

What the hell was a London Fog?

“I’ll take one of those please,” Jungkook quickly replied, and then asked, “and which takes less time- an Americano or drip coffee?”

“In a hurry?” The man asked with a kind smile, glancing up at him and raising a quizzical eyebrow as he typed his order into the computer.

Nope, the longer one please. So I can keep staring at you.

“Our Americano will be much shorter, we do drip coffees by hand for more robust flavor, so the pour-over will probably take five or so minutes. It’s much better flavor though, I highly recommend it, despite the added time.”

Jungkook nodded quickly, wanting to hear more of the man’s smooth and deep voice.

“That sounds wonderful. Pour-over please. Dark roast.”

He almost dropped his credit card as he handed it over, and oh god, his heart was beating so fast.

The man’s hands were huge, and his fingers were so long and pretty. Jungkook wanted to touch them.

Something deep and smooth reverberated in Jungkook’s ears, and he had to snap his attention away from the guy’s hands back up to his face, aloofly asking, “Sorry, what?”

The guy smiled again, his dimples creasing and his eyes adorably forming small moons, like Jimin’s did when he smiled.

“I said…Name?”

The man repeated kindly and Jungkook couldn’t stop his mouth, blurting out, “What’s yours?”

One of those amazing hands reached up and tapped at the apron on his chest, where there was a name tag that read Kim Namjoon.

“Namjoon,” he said, and Jungkook felt so stupid that he hadn’t just read the man’s name tag that had been sitting there on his perfect chest the whole time.

After a moment of silence, Namjoon prompted, “You don’t have a name tag for me to read… so, what name should I put for the order?”

Jungkook flushed.

“I uh- Kookie please. Like the yummy dessert, but with a K.”

He seemed to apparently give an answer that made the guy really happy, because he wrote the name in a scrawling cursive script on two to-go cups, and oh my god, he was going to cut that out of the cup later and keep it.

The man turned to someone else behind the counter, and Jungkook had to keep his mouth from watering because this Namjoon guy was stacked.

The kind of fit that ran rampant in Jungkook’s dreams, thin waist, broad shoulders, and pecs. Overall a little gangly, but toned.

Namjoon was definitely taller than him, and that made him want to just wrap his arms around the guy’s waist and bury his face in his chest.

Wake up he chided himself and shook his head to clear it of the haze and clouds that Namjoon caused in his brain.

“Hobi,” Namjoon addressed his coworker, “can you take register while I make a pour-over?”

Namjoon told him he could either wait at a table or stand at the pour-over bar. Jungkook would be damned if he wasn’t going to wait as close as possible and watch this guy make him a coffee.

His orange apron looked a little small over his chest, and Jungkook had to swallow hard.

He pulled out his phone and texted Jimin while standing next to a marble countertop lined with pour-over holders:

Red alert red alert! Hottest man in the world at the coffee shop next to ur bakery place.

His phone dinged immediately with Jimin’s response:

GET HIS NUMBER JUNGKOOK!!!!

Jungkook sent back shy emojis before locking his phone screen.

Namjoon ground some fresh beans and walked over to the pour-over area, where Jungkook was standing and staring and probably looking like a fool.

The way Namjoon moved, it was like he thought he was smaller than he actually was. The man accidentally bumped things with his elbows and it was, well, Jungkook thought it was freaking adorable.

He started pouring hot water in circular motions into a filter, and Jungkook realized that if he wanted to talk with the man he had to actually say something.

“I um- like your glasses.”

What?!

Out of everything he could have said he had to say that?

The guy didn’t seem to mind, and he flashed him another view of those dimples.

Oh goodness what he would do to touch them.

“Thanks, I like your…” Namjoons eyes slid up and down him, and he instantly felt self-conscious that the guy was looking at him, “hair.”

He finished with a kind smile, then said, “-and eyes. Chocolate is an underrated color.”

Jungkook blinked at him, dumbfounded.

Was he being flirted with?

His ears felt warm and he stuttered in his response.

“T-thank you.”

There was another quiet pause as Namjoon added more water to the very slowly dripping cup.

“I usually know who comes in here, but I’ve never seen you before. Do you live around here?”

Thank goodness Namjoon had said something.

He happily replied with something better than complimenting the man’s inability to see long distances.

“I don’t live too far, but my gym is right around the corner. I usually get my coffee over near 10th, the little brick coffee shop with all the books in the windows near the park? I work there… so, I usually just drink coffee from there.”

Well, he hadn’t said anything too stupid.

“I like books.” Namjoon nodded approvingly, then gave him another dimpled smile. “I’ll have to check it out. You work afternoons by chance?”

Jungkook shook his head no, fiddling with his phone and replying, “mornings.”

Namjoon nodded thoughtfully, and added more water.

How old was this guy? He didn’t look that much older, but, goodness, what if he was actually younger? Jungkook wasn’t sure how he felt about hitting on someone younger than him… If this could even count as hitting.

“Are you a student at the university?”

Jungkook had to know if this guy was way younger than him, and felt small butterflies flap around inside him when the man laughed. Namjoon’s shoulders were shaking and the dimples popping out. The deep reverberating chuckle made the butterflies smack against the insides of Jungkook’s ribcage.

“No, oh god no. I’m 27, Uni was a long time ago. I do this in my free time, I genuinely like making people coffee and serving them food. Makes everyone so happy, you know?”

Jungkook nibbled the inside of his lip, before returning his smile.

“Yeah, that makes sense, you just don’t look 27.”

Namjoon cocked an eyebrow, saying, “do I look older?”

Jungkook slightly panicked at possibly offending the gorgeous man and stuttered out, fluttering his hands in the air.

“No! No, that isn’t what I meant. You look my age.”

“...and how old are you?” Namjoon asked, adding the final swirl of water to the filter.

“24,” he answered, and Namjoon grinned.

“So I’m your hyung. You don’t look 24, darling, you have much more of a cute and innocent 21-year-old face.”

Jungkook flushed, he was definitely being flirted with.

“I -ah,” he stuttered in trying to form a coherent response, and the full to-go coffee cup was slid in front of him, effectively stopping his attempts.

He swallowed and popped one of the lids from a stack next to him onto his cup.

Namjoon was still smiling at him, and slid the second drink that his coworker had made from the other end of the counter, where the espresso machines were. Jungkook picked it up and handed it back to Namjoon.

He looked confused, and a little bit worried.

“Is there something wrong with the drink?”

“No.” Jungkook smiled, and said, “that’s for you.”

The man looked taken aback, and pink spread over his nose.

Jungkook tinked his coffee cup against the one Namjoon was holding and said with a slight smirk, “I gotta run, but come visit me some morning? I don’t work weekends, sorry.”

Namjoon nodded, looking lost for words.

Jungkook spun on his heel and walked back towards the front door.

He turned around to push it open with his back, and gave the man another bunny smile and a little wave of his fingers.

He was still standing right where he had been, coffee cup in hand, and staring at him with pink cheeks.

Jungkook couldn’t wait until his next work shift.

...

“You didn’t get it?!”

Jimin shouted at him, stomping after him across the kitchen.

“I as good as got it, Minnie.” Jungkook brushed him off.

“No, getting someone’s number and ’as good as’ getting someone’s number are not the same thing.”

Jimin huffed after him, following him from the kitchen to the living room.

“He’s going to visit me when I’m working, I’m sure of it. Don’t look at me like that!”

Jungkook flopped on the couch, avoiding his fuming best friend. Jimin was always a force to be reckoned with.

“You say that now, but you may never ever see him again, and Mr. Tall and Buff and Clumsy may have just slipped between your fingers.”

Jungkook shrugged.

“If that’s what’s supposed to happen then that’s what’s supposed to happen. I don’t want to push things too hard or force something, Jiminie, you know that… But he was cute, and he definitely thought I was cute, you just wait and watch.”

Jimin threw his hands into the air, exasperated.

“You’re impossible. You’ve got to go after what you want Kook-ah! Especially with hot dimpled baristas! Those go like fresh-baked cookies on a Saturday morning.”

Jungkook pouted, now he wanted a cookie. Jimin kept talking before Jungkook could interject about food.

“-Of course he thought you were cute! What were you wearing? Something sexy I hope.”

Jungkook lifted an eyebrow and pointed to himself.

“I was wearing this? I just got here, Min. You literally pounced on me the second I walked through the front door. You’re welcome for the macarons by the way.”

Jungkook was wearing his silver hoop earrings, a huge dark hoodie that hung over his hands and thighs, and black sweatpants and sneakers from his time at the gym.

Jimin looked him over, then pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Please tell me that next time you see him, you’ll be looking better than a gym rat.”

“Hey!” Jungkook shoved his blonde friend and pouted. “If you’re gonna be mean then go away.”

Jimin flopped next to him and started pinching his cheeks, making him smack his hands away until they were both giggling and poking each other. It was after Jimin started nibbling on the sweets that he broke their comfortable silence.

“I really hope he goes to see you Kook,” Jimin said hopefully, and kissed his temple.

He wanted that more than anything. Namjoon was gorgeous.

“Me too, Min.” Jungkook smiled back, hopeful that he would get to see the man again. If not, he could always get another coffee after the gym again.

Once Jimin had eaten his macarons and was off to go shower, Jungkook took a picture of his coffee cup. He wanted to post it because the handwriting was so cute. It wasn’t technically food, but his fans wouldn’t be bothered by that.

He wrote: “I love the way this barista wrote my name, doesn’t it look so cute? If only I had a cookie to go with it <3”

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Four days.

It had been four days that Jungkook had gone to work, hoping that he would see a tall, slightly clumsy man topped with silvery dark hair stumble through the door. Then he could be the one to make him a coffee, get his number, and then hopefully a date.

However, this little fantasy had not happened all week, and Jungkook was starting to lose all hope of seeing the man again.

Maybe he wasn’t interested in Jungkook, and if so that was okay.

He told himself repeatedly that it was okay. However, the fact that the rusty, albeit incredibly charming, flirting might have all been in his head seriously bummed him out.

He’d put extra effort into his appearance each morning before work, per Jimin’s insistence, because “what if, Kookie?”

He thought that his best friend might just be using this as an excuse to finally wrangle makeup on him.

Today, he had let Jimin smudge out the corners of his eyes with a light brown, and he’d enjoyed how it changed the shape of his big round eyes to slightly more pointed and lidded.

Jimin had also stolen all of his big comfortable sweatpants, and had only left Jungkook with a variety of fitted jeans.

Jimin never understood how comfort could be more important than fashion, and any attempts to educate him fell on deaf ears.

At least Jungkook could still cozy up in his array of oversized fluffy sweaters, even if Jimin did insist on him wearing fitted t-shirts underneath… by confiscating all of his oversized ones.

His hair was so easy to maintain and style now that the perm made it curl on its own and left it permanently tousled, which was quickly becoming one of his favorite looks.

He’d switched out his simple silver hoops for dangling chain earrings, and he would be lying if said that he didn’t enjoy the overall change. It was nice, and he felt good about himself.

He genuinely liked the way he had looked all week, and reluctantly agreed that maybe he should start wearing real jeans rather than just cozy soft pants.

It was near-silent at work, the clock ticking agonizingly slowly somewhere in between the morning rush and the people that would come in for an early lunch.

Jungkook had cleaned everything already, and he decided to pop open the book he was reading to pass the promisingly relaxed next thirty minutes before his coworker arrived and he could head home.

He changed the music on the cafe speakers from its previous pop station to classical symphony, leaned his hip on the counter, and cracked open his book.

He perched his oversized circular reading glasses on his nose, because if he read without them his vision would be blurry for a few minutes while he adjusted to staring intently at something much closer to his face.

He’d really been enjoying this book, and the dark and tangy mug of black coffee he was sipping from really helped him to pass the time when he had nothing to do.

Turning the page, he hummed in affirmation after reading a poem comparing someone loving another to how a musician holds a guitar. It resonated with him, even though he was terrible at guitar, and he reread it, enjoying the flow of the words.

“Oh wow.”

A deep voice snapped Jungkook out of his book.

He hadn’t even heard the little bell chime that was attached to the cafe’s front door.

Namjoon was standing in front of him on the other side of the counter, hands shoved in the pockets of his jacket, sporting a plain white shirt, ripped jeans, and some sort of woodsy beaded necklace.

He closed the book, sliding it in between the register and coffee bean grinder and stood up straight.

“H-hi,”’ he smiled, but his heart was speeding up. “Sorry I was sucked into my book, what can I get for you?”

Namjoon’s dimples popped out, and he asked cheekily, “What’s your favorite drink?”

Jungkook couldn’t help but giggle, and responded, “coffee. Black.”

Namjoon hummed in approval.

“One of those please, and a-” he glanced at the menu hung up on the wall, pursing his lips in thought, “hazelnut latte please.”

Jungkook smiled, gave the man his change, and walked over to start his drip coffee.

“I like your glasses.”

Namjoon was grinning ear to ear, leaning on the counter space next to the espresso machine where people picked up their drinks.

Jungkook had forgotten he was wearing his reading glasses, and quickly slid them off, feeling his cheeks warm.

Jimin always told him he looked like a 1980s grandpa when he wore them, but Jungkook kind of liked how big the frames and lenses were.

He let out an exhale and slid the glasses on the collar of his sweater.

Namjoon had taken his hands out of his pockets, and he sported bands of silver across at least four fingers, and had a series of bracelets stacked on each other, some silver, and some various strings of beads.

He looked like a plant god who would meditate in a soft sunny garden surrounded by thousands-of-year-old bonsais, and Jungkook couldn’t help but find it so incredibly attractive.

“Are you going to make the drinks?”

Namjoon was smiling again, and Jungkook flushed, not realizing he had been openly staring this whole time.

“I-uh yeah, sorry.” He let out an embarrassed little laugh. “I get lost in my thoughts pretty frequently.”

“I can tell.” Namjoon’s eyes glittered, but there was no teasing behind the words.

He began to build the latte, measuring and grinding the beans, tamping the espresso into a puck, steaming the milk, and pouring it over the shots mixed with organic hazelnut flavor. He’d been doing this a while, and was able to swivel the milk back and forth as he poured it into the large round latte cup, and created a heart on the top.

“Here ya go.”

He put the drink on a saucer and placed it in front of Namjoon, who looked at it, and said, “cute.”

Jungkook went back to where his drip was finishing up, and brought the second mug over to the man.

“You’re the only one working right now?” Namjoon asked, glancing around to see if there were any other invisible humans he had missed the first time.

“Yep,” he popped the p, smiling, “just me.”

Namjoon checked his watch. “For how long?”

Jungkook glanced at the clock on the wall. “About 15 minutes.”

Namjoon’s eyes glittered.

“I have no problem waiting 15 minutes. You busy after your shift?”

Jungkook’s chest tingled with warmth, and the butterflies started back up again.

“No,” he shook his head, happy, “not for a while. I have work this afternoon though.”

“Here?” Namjoon lifted his eyebrows in surprise and pointed down at the counter.

“Ah, no, I work as an intern at a graphic design company.” He smiled fondly, he really was proud of his internship.

Namjoon looked happy enough with this answer, and instead of taking a seat at one of the empty tables or cozy reading chairs, he remained leaning against the pick up counter, and sipped his latte.

“This is good. You did a great job.”

Jungkook grinned over his shoulder as he cleaned up the espresso machine and purged the steam wand, saying, “Thanks.”

He finished tidying up everything he had used, and Namjoon made a point to slide the dark coffee mug closer to him.

“That's for you.”

Jungkook couldn’t keep the excited butterflies from going crazy inside of him, and he happily picked it up and took a sip.

“Thanks, again.” He clinked their cups together in a small cheers.

“You’ve kind of ruined my plan,” Namjoon quirked a brow at him and took another slow sip from his latte.

“O-oh? Sorry.” Jungkook stuttered at being accused of throwing the tall and glorious man off.

“Don’t be. I’m flexible.” Namjoon grabbed a napkin from the stack available to customers, and pulled a pen from an inside pocket of his dark green jacket.

Who just carried a pen with them? Was this man some professor straight out of Jungkook’s stash of romance novels?

“I was going to write this on your to-go cup.”

Namjoon scribbled something on the napkin, folded it in half, and slid it over to him with one finger. “But, since you guys use mugs here, I guess I have to give you my number on a napkin like we’re in a cheap bar.”

Jungkook’s heart sped up, and he could feel his ears get warm as he picked up the napkin, unfolded it, and saw a series of digits written in the same loopy handwriting and a couple lines of a short poem underneath.

“Oh,” Jungkook exhaled, feeling a little starstruck, “thank you.”

“But,” Namjoon shrugged, “you’re outta here in…” he checked his watch again, “six minutes now, so it really did end up working well for me.”

Jungkook was flustered, and very flattered, and excited, and oh, he needed to respond.

“It really did work well for you. Seems it also worked well for me.” He pulled out his phone, typed in the number, and sent it a text, hearing a soft ding letting Namjoon know he got a message. “Now you have my number too. Please use it. Please.”

Namjoon laughed, the dimples popping again, and Jungkook thought he would do anything just to keep hearing that amazing sound.

Thankfully, his coworker came in a few minutes early, and they switched places, Jungkook grabbing his book and the mug of coffee, discarding the half apron wrapped around his waist, and guiding Namjoon to his personal favorite corner by the window, cushy chairs, strings of cream christmas lights, and stacks of books.

They started talking, and Jungkook kept feeling like he needed to pinch himself to wake up from whatever dream he was living.

Namjoon was gorgeous, and kind.

He had a deeply caring aura around him, and he made him feel like everything Jungkook said was worth listening to. His presence was calming and exciting all at the same time, and if he didn’t ask Jungkook on a proper date by the end of their coffee chat, then he most certainly would step up and ask the older.

Jungkook showed him the poem he had been reading when Namjoon asked, and blushed when Namjoon whipped his phone out of his back pocket after reading it carefully to snap a picture of it, then of the front of the book.

“That's wonderful,” he smiled at him, eyes warm and full of affection, and handed the book back.

Jungkook’s toes curled at being the sole focus of all of the man’s attention, and he did discreetly pinch the side of his arm once or twice just to make sure he really was awake.

After what felt like no time at all, Jungkook’s coffee was now almost gone, and Namjoon’s latte had been finished for a while. He wasn’t quite positive how to approach the subject of ‘hi please date me forever,’ and while he was trying to sort it out in his head he heard Namjoon say it.

“I could use your number, you know, soon, if you’d like.”

Jungkook’s eyes refocused from the man’s slender silver-clad fingers to his coffee-colored eyes, and found himself nodding quickly.

“I would really like that. But only if you wanted to too.”

A soft chuckle escaped the other and he replied with absolute sincerity. “Trust me, I want to.”

There was a moment of exciting silence, and Namjoon asked curiously, “How about, tomorrow? Friday evening?”

Jungkook’s butterflies all died down, and he realized sadly he had to tell the man no.

On Fridays he did Mukbang.

“Oh, Friday? I- Trust me, I really want to go on a date with you. You’re everything-”

What had he just said?

He realized the only way was forward, “-but I’m not available Friday evening. Actually, any Friday evening.”

He awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, because what kind of date said Fridays aren’t good unless they were subtly turning you down? He was somewhat confused by the man’s elated expression, but he continued onwards.

“Weekends aren’t really that great for me. I kind of have a regularly scheduled thing… like work, but it’s never actually work. Let’s just call it a deeply rooted hobby or personal ritual. I want to go out with you, but I can’t miss what I have on the weekends. I’m really really sorry. Do weekdays work for you at all?”

Namjoon leaned forward on his elbows that were perched on his knees, smiling wide.

“I’m going to be completely 100% honest with you right now.”

Jungkook wasn’t sure what the other guy was going to say, but he surely wasn’t expecting what came out of the other’s mouth.

“I watch your lives, Kookie. What did you call it? I enjoy our ‘Mukbang dinner dates.’ I know this might affect things, but I don’t want you to go on a date with me thinking that I don’t know, or be mad later when you find out. I wasn’t positive it was really you until now, because you actually look pretty different off-camera.”

The man gave a shy smile. “You’re much taller in person, you know that?”

Jungkook’s mouth was hanging open.

“I- uh, what?” was apparently all he could say, dumbfounded that the perfect guy sitting across from him had just said he watched his livestreams.

He said the only thing that coherent thought in his mind: “How short did you think I was?!”

Namjoon laughed, his eyes crinkling happily, and he gave a little shrug.

“I dunno, short. No taller than 5’ 6” at most.”

“Five foot six?” Jungkook scoffed, “I’m not shorter than Jimin!”

Namjoon laughed again, and Jungkook was finally registering everything.

He didn’t have to keep Namjoon and his streaming life separate, and he wasn’t sure how he would ever broach this topic with someone he was dating.

It’s not easy to say “I have a NSFW video account, hopefully that’s not an issue!”

Yoongi's reaction to Jimin breaking that news had been the exception, not the rule.

This was actually the most perfect scenario he could think of.

Jungkook decided to speak his mind. “God, I wanted to date you before, but now I really want to date you.”

Namjoon’s dimples surfaced again, and he raked a hand through his hair in disbelief. “Really? That’s okay with you that I know?”

Jungkook nodded happily, his body filling with excitement.

“I’m super okay with you knowing. That means I don’t have to worry about you turning tail and sprinting away when I break the news that I work on a porn site.”

Namjoon shushed him, eyes flitting around the small cafe nervously. “Don’t say that so loud! What you do isn’t porn, I don’t want your coworker to overhear.”

Jungkook quieted his voice and looked at Namjoon hopefully. “You’d still like to go on a date? Even though I, you know- have very niche personal interests?”

Namjoon’s hands enveloped his, and he couldn’t help but stare as the beautiful fingers held his own.

It felt so right, like they clicked together.

“Darling, do you think I would watch if I didn’t have some of the same ‘personal interests’?”

Jungkook forced his eyes back up to Namjoon’s kind gaze, his cheeks feeling warm, before he cracked a smile and replied enthusiastically.

“Then yes! Yes, yes, please take me on a date.”

Namjoon squeezed his hands, and asked cutely, “did this one count?”

Jungkook amended his earlier statement.

“Please take me on a lot of dates.”

A soft, happy laugh left the man sitting across from him, and he gave Jungkook’s hands another squeeze.

“Absolutely. Let’s just have dinner alright? Or if that has too many expectations to start, let’s have breakfast. Let me take you out for breakfast, and we can talk and talk long enough that they ask us to leave, and you can get to know everything about me, and I can get to know you better.”

Jungkook’s spine was tingling and he was already nodding in agreement.

“You already know everything about me. So you better get ready to do a lot of talking, because I know next to nothing in comparison.”

Namjoon seemed to have no issue with this.

“I’ll answer every one of your questions, sweetheart, nothing is off the table when it comes to you.”

Jungkook couldn’t believe that he had gotten this lucky.

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Their date was amazing.

Jungkook didn’t think he had ever met someone quite like Namjoon. Someone that he simultaneously looked up to and respected, and yet wanted to kiss the crap out of.

They truly did talk about everything, from Jungkook’s streaming, to the fact that Namjoon had been watching them faithfully for the past two years, pretty much ever since he had started.

Namjoon didn’t strike him as a starry-eyed fan though. He was intuitive, caring, and kind. And the man was ridiculously smart.

Jungkook accidentally spat out his coffee when Namjoon casually dropped that he had an IQ of 148, but then the man got embarrassed and proceeded to accidentally knock the salt shaker off the table and have it shatter all over their shoes. Jungkook was pouring salt out of his sneaker when Namjoon accidentally knocked the pepper over, but Jungkook was able to catch it before it met the same fate as it’s best and now-very-dead salt friend.

Somewhere after three and a half hours and many glares from the waitress later, Namjoon reached across the table and his fingers found Jungkooks, lightly wrapping around them and making his hand tingle.

“I want to take this really slow, Kook-ah,” Namjoon said with warm eyes. “I want to do this right, because you’re really important.”

Namjoon stroked his thumb back and forth over his knuckles, making the tingles shoot up his arm.

“I don’t want you to feel like I’m taking any advantage of you, at all. That I’m not just-” he furrowed his brow searching for the right word, “using you to fulfill any fantasies or anything. You’re so special, and I really really want to date you, for you. You deserve the whole world Kook-ah, and I’ll do my absolute best to give you everything I can.”

Jungkooks chest was warm and melty, like someone had poured honey into his veins.

Namjoon was searching his eyes, and added on softly, “I want you to feel safe.”

Jungkook’s heart completely melted, and all he could stammer out through the flood of emotions was, “Namjoon- I- that’s so- thank you.”

His cheeks and nose felt warm as Namjoon apparently found what he was looking for in Jungkook’s eyes, and nodded happily, before giving him a slow and slightly unsure smile.

“I can stop watching your streams for a while if you’d like. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable.”

Jungkook blinked, confused.

“What? Why would I want that?”

Namjoon’s cheekbones dusted with a slight shade of pink as he replied, “b-because, I don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage of the situation.”

Jungkook’s brain caught up, and he couldn’t believe just how remarkably sweet and caring Namjoon was.

“Oh, Namjoon-ssi, no. That’s not necessary. But that’s so incredibly kind of you. You’re a really thoughtful guy, and I already love that about you so much.”

Namjoon’s cheeks darkened, and Jungkook giggled because it was so adorable.

“Hyung.” Namjoon corrected him and Jungkook asked, confused why he was being called hyung because Namjoon was clearly the elder, “huh?”

“My friends call me Joon, you don’t have to use honorifics. But- if- if you’d want, you can call me hyung.”

Jungkook couldn’t keep from smiling, and chewed on the new word before testing it out, “Joon-hyung.”

If it was even possible, Namjoon flushed darker, and Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh.

“Oh god, you’re so cute,” he said and gave Namjoon’s hand a squeeze. “Yes, hyung, I like that… and you can call me whatever you want.”

Namjoon raised both of his eyebrows. “That’s kind of vague…is there anything you’d like me to call you? Anything you dislike?”

Jungkook shook his head, still smiling. “No, everything is fine. I uh- really like nicknames and such, it feels so affectionate, and it makes me all warm and tingly inside. So, you can really call me whatever you’d like, I’ll definitely let you know if there’s anything that’s a no-go.”

Namjoon caught Jungkook’s smile, and said a little bit giddy, “alright, darling, I’ll do that.”

Jungkook’s stomach heated at being called that, and he nodded in affirmation, but felt a little shy.

“Yes, uh- perfect. Thank you.”

Namjoon squeezed his hand in return and stood from his chair, downing the last of his coffee.

“I think that waitress has glared at us at least 5 times for being here so long,” he grinned and offered his hand, “you ready to go, sugar?”

Oh god.

Jungkook was going to die dating this man.

He stumbled up from his chair, face pink, and Namjoon wrapped a comforting arm around his shoulders, steadying him and tugging him close as they walked out of the cafe. The air was cool today, and it felt good on Jungkook’s burning cheeks.

Comfortably walking through the quiet down the street, Namjoon stopped when they reached Jungkook’s car, unlinking his arm but staying close.

“Will you text me when you get home, so I know you're safe?”

The butterflies stuck in his stomach had no peace where Namjoon was concerned, and he nodded. Namjoon stayed close, their bodies almost touching, and the way Namjoon was looking at him, oh god.

He swallowed, involuntarily glancing down at the man’s full lips that looked so soft.

“I’ll see you tonight?” Namjoon whispered, and Jungkook’s gaze snapped back up to his eyes.

Oh right. He was streaming tonight.

“I-erm- yes.”

Before he could think, Namjoon’s warm lips were pressing softly against his forehead, and his large hand was wrapped around the back of his neck, fingers gently playing with the ends of his hair.

Jungkook’s toes curled in his shoes. He was nervous that his knees were going to give out because his heart stopped beating properly.

Jungkook’s hands weren’t working, and he wanted to touch the other man so badly.

But, by the time he had regained the power to move his limbs, Namjoon was pulling away from him with a smile, the dimples flashing one last time before saying goodbye.

“Don’t forget to text me, baby, otherwise I’ll worry.”

Jungkook’s body definitely wasn’t working correctly, but somehow he was able to nod, feet still frozen and knees locked. Namjoon turned to glance one last time over his shoulder, gave him a little wave, and started walking in the opposite direction.

He watched the man walk away until he turned a corner a few blocks down, trying to steady the thumping in his chest.

Kim Namjoon was going to be the death of him.

...

Namjoon hadn't lied.

They were taking things slow… infuriatingly slow.

Namjoon apparently only wanted to touch or kiss Jungkook at the very end of their dates, and it was always with the same gentleness that he showed when kissing his forehead.

Jungkook liked it, he really did, but he was needing to cling to Jimin so much more to release all of the pent up need to cuddle and give physical affection.

His best friend was starting to lock his door so Jungkook couldn’t crawl in between him and Yoongi at 3 am and latch onto Jimin like a suckerfish.

Jungkook could understand where Namjoon was coming from. He really appreciated the sentiment, even if it was also driving him crazy.

Had their roles had been switched, Jungkook would need to make it abundantly clear that he wasn't there just for the fulfillment and endorphins of finally getting to screw the person that appeared every week on screen and fed into a fetish of his.

He knew that it was Namjoon's way of being incredibly sweet, caring, and kind, but that didn't stop Jungkook from wanting the older's glorious ring-clad hands all over him.

He really appreciated what Namjoon was doing, and it honestly helped Jungkook bond with him, growing in security and emotional connection to the clumsy, kind-hearted, and remarkably insightful man.

He wasn't quite sure how he was lucky enough to deserve this, and thanked Jimin on numerous occasions for demanding macarons like a brat, so he could stumble into that cute plant cafe and right into the secure arms of his now-boyfriend.

They spent as much time together as they could, Jungkook elated to stick his head in the door after a good workout and watch the man smile warmly at customers, distractedly fumble and accidentally drop people's change, and build drinks with a kind twinkle in his eye.

Jungkook's favorite recurring moment was how Namjoon's face would light up when he finally noticed him in line, and would instantly start a pour over even before Jungkook had reached the counter to order.

They went on frequent dates too, whenever their schedules allowed, and they always filled Jungkook's heart with warm gooey honey.

Namjoon was inclined to do things like walk through a park arm in arm, surprise him with a small picnic, drive out of town so they could hike through paths in the woods, and constantly keep Jungkook's hands warm with his own. Jungkook really appreciated their lack of bar-scenes, clubs, or what people their age normally did on dates. He was much happier spending quality quiet time away from it all to get to know Namjoon better.

Jungkook learned monumental things about Namjoon, such as, he had gotten two degrees. The first had been in finance, then he returned to school to pursue music after realizing that his obsession for writing poetry gave him more fulfillment than punching numbers ever could.

Jungkook had nearly tripped and fallen flat on his face when Namjoon shyly confessed that he liked rapping, and had been frequenting underground rap battles for close to seven years, where he’d built a considerable reputation under a stage name.

Jungkook knew immediately that he needed to hook Namjoon up with his hyung Yoongi, who could turn almost anyone into something worth listening to, much less if they had actual talent.

Namjoon was adorably grateful for being put into contact with the cat-like music producer, and Jungkook had the largest grin on his face when Yoongi told him that his boyfriend was seriously talented and called him “a genius.” Coming from Yoongi, that was saying a lot.

Jungkook also learned that Namjoon kept sticky notes, journals, and pads of paper strewn out everywhere around his house, even in the weirdest places, so he could scrawl down thoughts and lyrics when they hit him at random moments.

There were even sticky notes on the bathroom mirror, which always had something new written in Namjoon’s looping handwriting when he went over.

Jungkook also learned little things that could seem insignificant, but built to make up the person that he was growing more and more infatuated with.

Namjoon got adorably excited about marine life, and watching aquatic television shows had become a new normal for Jungkook when he and Namjoon spent lazy sunny afternoons together.

Jungkook had seen the cutest green speckled crab plushie in a children’s store one day while venturing out with Jimin for new clothes that neither of them needed, and he had rushed inside to snatch it before any toddlers could cry to their parents that they wanted it more.

Namjoon had nearly screamed when he opened the gift, and got so excited that he’d accidentally knocked over a chair.

The squishy smiling green crab now sat in Namjoon’s desk chair, and his boyfriend set it in his lap and ran his fingers over the fuzzy creature absentmindedly while he worked on his computer.

Jungkook wasn’t sure how anyone could be more endearing than Namjoon, and he sometimes found himself just watching the man think, lips moving silently while he wrote down the song lyrics that materialized in his head.

His heart grew more and more with affection, and constantly threatened to spill over in Jungkook’s chest.

The first time Namjoon had flashed a glimpse of that look, Jungkook had been so caught off guard he actually smacked head-first into a wall on his way to the kitchen.

He’d had no idea that Namjoon could be just as sexy as he was cute.

These moments always threw Jungkook for a loop when the soft and caring man could flip a switch and radiate something that made his stomach heat up and his toes clench.

What was even more attractive, was that Namjoon rarely knew that he was doing it.

He’d once caught Namjoon staring at him with dark hooded eyes when Jungkook was licking some yummy cookie dough off a spatula while they were baking, and it made him immediately feel like there was a hungry tiger waiting to pounce on him.

The moment was gone as quickly as it had come though, as Namjoon had turned to get more cookie trays out of the oven.

Another time, Jungkook was reading on the floor, and glanced up to see Namjoon staring daggers into a strip of skin that had revealed itself between his sweatshirt and jeans.

Jungkook intentionally yawned and stretched, exposing more skin, and Namjoon’s jaw clenched with such force that the entire man’s face morphed from cute and smiley to I’ll-fuck-you-backstage.

…Which was definitely not a fantasy that kept Jungkook up at night.

After visiting a rap battle and seeing his boyfriend’s persona completely change, Jungkook was cursed with many sleepless evenings running through countless scenarios. Namjoon on stage was a different beast entirely.

Instead of his normal soft and quiet demeanor, and keeping ballpoint pens in his coat pockets, Namjoon had spit fire and exuded the biggest big-dick energy Jungkook had ever seen radiate from a man.

No. He definitely didn’t think about that regularly, and had never once thought about being slammed against a wall by his boyfriend after a performance.

Never once.

Only five times a day.

The man was also annoyingly well built, and had started making frequent appearances in Jungkook’s head as he read romance novels. Jungkook erased the mediocre blonde pirate in his current book and replaced it with a roguish Namjoon, shirt open, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, dripping in jewelry, hungry eyes, and a commanding captain of the pirate ship.

Jungkook chewed on the inside of his lip every time he’d subconsciously switched out the roles in whatever smutty story he was reading, replacing the male leads with Namjoon, and switching the female leads out with himself.

There was a terrible lack of gay smut in the reading genre, and Jungkook didn’t mind taking out Bethany or Julie or whoever perfectly imperfect 30-something lonely woman and filling the role himself. He squeaked in excitement when the characters kissed, because he could just imagine Namjoon lifting him up on the counter, or trapping him in a corner, or putting those glorious hands on his thighs and raining down compliments over him like sunshine to a flower.

The real Namjoon had caught him a few times reading such books when they spent relaxing quiet time together, and always quirked an eyebrow, but never questioned or teased him about it, beyond asking once with genuine curiosity: “you… like straight porn? With women?”

This had made Jungkook giggle, since the other’s eyes had been full of jealousy even though his face remained kind.

This also gave Jungkook the perfect opportunity to answer honestly and shake his head no. “I like creating the fanciful scenarios with the book, but switching out…” He glanced at the male lead’s name and wrinkled his nose, “ugh. Pirate Chad Palmer with a very sexy and daddy Kim Namjoon. Rita what's-her-name-big-boobs is also replaced by my adorably small-boobed self, and we have lots and lots of steamy encounters.”

He wiggled his eyebrows, which had made Namjoon’s face go beet red, and he never once questioned Jungkook’s reading again, only mumbling “yes,” when Jungkook asked cheekily, “do you think I would look good in a corset, Joonie?”

Namjoon apparently hadn’t caught on to the extreme effect that he had on Jungkook whenever he wore literally anything other than sweatpants and massive hoodies.

Jungkook had to bite his tongue every time Namjoon unknowingly wore the sexiest clothes ever, with jeans taut over the massively muscled thighs, wool blazers that made him look like a sexy professor, or any shirt at all, because they all were loose around the man’s trim waist but tight around his muscled chest and arms.

Those pecs.

Namjoon’s chest was to die for, and Jungkook couldn’t help himself from wanting to bury his face in them and squeeze with his hands.

Jungkook’s jaw actually dropped when he ran into Namjoon at the gym once, the man jump-roping in a nearly transparent wet tank top, with his chest bouncing.

Fucking bouncing.

He murmured in admiration “Namtiddies,” as the man’s defined muscles were too big to stay put, and Jungkook made a point to never ever let Namjoon go to the gym alone again.

Namjoon was taking up more space in Jungkook’s brain than he had to spare, and creeping into dreams, when he was sitting at a stoplight, and even when he was replying to his fans on his website.

He’d made sure that he didn’t decline in how often he posted since he was spending so much time with Namjoon, but Jungkook always got giddy when Namjoon would text him before a live, saying things like:

“Good luck, baby, you’re going to do great, and I can’t wait to see you,” or “You look gorgeous today, bunny, I’ll be watching <3.”

Jungkook huffed and turned over, tightly clutching his pillow and trying to shut out the image of pirate Namjoon throwing him over his shoulder and sailing into the sunset. What he would give for his pillow to magically morph into his boyfriend.

It was safe to say after even more careful analysis that yes, Kim Namjoon was most definitely going to be the death of him.

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Jungkook would be lying if he said that he didn’t want to host a livestream with Namjoon.

He’d thought about it a lot.

He wasn’t sure if the man would be open to the idea, but he really wanted to experience a Mukbang together, and, quite honestly, he wanted to show off his boyfriend to his growing audience.

Proclaiming that he was no longer single always had the potential for fan-loss, but Namjoon meant much more to him than any deficits that he would face because of that. Besides, if people were true fans, they would be happy for him, and excited to see a video where they would do together what Jungkook had always done alone.

In his weak moments, when he was cuddled up in blankets watching a movie or listening to one of the many albums that Namjoon would share with him, Jungkook found himself craving the older man’s touch. Somehow, no matter what he had been thinking about before, Jungkook’s hands would sneak under his blankets and end up on his stomach.

He had always liked the way it felt to have his own hands gently rub little massages into his middle when he was by himself, but now… with the thought that the hands on him could be covered in silver rings, fingers pretty and long, palms wide, and touch so full of affection and adoration… Jungkook was basically drooling every time he let himself slip into his daydreams.

Jimin and Taehyung teased the fuck out of him when they crept into his room one afternoon, and saw him sprawled on his floor, sweater rucked up to his chest and hands drawing soft shapes over his stomach, with his eyes closed, headphones playing, and little mumbles falling from his lips, which just so happened to be Namjoon’s name.

He had never been able to live that down, and Jimin and Tae teased him incessantly for ‘stomach masturbating’ and moaning for his boyfriend.

He got them back though.

He didn’t have as much dirt on Jimin, because his friend was so open and unabashedly shameless when it came to embarrassing things, but he had no issue whatsoever bringing back all of the times Tae had gotten drunk. He happily relived the stories of Taehyung making out with their fridge, trying to undress their coat hanger, and pouncing on Jungkook and trying to rub his nonexistent bunny ears.

Jungkook knew that their teasing was all in good fun, and if he actually asked them to please stop, they would in a heartbeat, and hug and apologize profusely for hurting his feelings.

And quite honestly, if he’d ever walked in on his best friends doing something as embarrassing as what he had, he would make sure they never ever forgot it either.

His little daydreams of his boyfriend got more frequent, thinking about cuddling with him nearly every night before falling asleep, and waking up clutching a pillow, for a second thinking it was his boyfriend’s chest.

On a date where Jungkook was trying his hardest to keep the fizzling heat in his stomach down to a manageable level, Namjoon had confessed that when he’d first seen Jungkook, he thought he’d fallen into a romance drama, making his insides melt.

“... and then when I came to your cafe and I saw you standing in your cute big glasses, drowning in a sweater, reading and eyes full of stars, I thought you looked just like a book character come to life. You’re way too good to be real, Kookie.”

This confession made Jungkook giggle, his ears warm, and poke his own cheek, affirming, “I’m real, hyung.”

Namjoon was simultaneously making him fall hard, and driving him up a wall, and Jungkook wasn’t sure how much longer he could last.

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They had such a nice date together. Namjoon always loved going out with Jungkook.

The food was always amazing, because Jungkook knew which restaurants had the best of nearly anything on the menu. All Namjoon had to do was saying he was craving something specific, like tteokbokki, and Jungkook had them in the car and on their way to some place Namjoon had never heard of, insisting that this random hole in the wall had tteokbokki that was to die for.

Namjoon never questioned it. Jungkook knew his food.

Namjoon had just stepped into Jungkook’s room after arriving back from dinner of admittedly, the best tteokbokki he’d ever tasted, when the younger shut the door, and slammed his palms against his chest, hard.

Namjoon tipped with the sudden force, stumbling backwards and hitting the door while accusing loudly.

“The hell, Kook?!”

Jungkook smashed his lips over his.

“Mmph,” Namjoon blinked a couple of times to get over his shock and the other man attacking him.

His brain finally caught up, and he registered how deliciously velvety Jungkook’s lips were, and how the younger’s hands were sliding from his chest down.

Delicious tingles were erupting on his skin underneath Jungkook’s palms.

“K-mmph,” he tried to speak, but Jungkook was pressing into him and kissing him so intensely that he couldn’t get a word out.

He tried again, wrapping his hands around Jungkook’s wrists.

“Koo-mm.” Jungkook cut him off with a harsh kiss, pressing into him impossibly harder, and breathing raggedly.

He didn’t want to be rough with the boy who was normally so sweet and soft, but it was more important that they talk out what Jungkook was comfortable with, before they started really being physical.

Kissing softly at the end of dates, and two times seated on the couch didn’t really warrant whatever was happening now.

Jungkook was making his brain fizzle and he tasted a little like chocolate, which made it really hard for Namjoon to keep his head straight.

If he wanted to stay sane enough to not shove the perfect angel into the carpet and rip off his sweater, he needed to stop kissing him right now.

“Baby, we need-”

Jungkook bit his lower lip, and pressed his mouth open as he gasped at the sensation.

“Yes, I need,” Jungkook breathed into his mouth, his hands trying to yank off Namjoon’s jacket.

That was not what he’d meant.

Fine.

Namjoon didn’t want to play rough, but he would if he had to.

He gripped Jungkook’s wrists tightly, spun them around so Jungkook’s back was pressed flat to the door, and pushed both hands against the wood on either side of his head so the younger was trapped.

Jungkook gasped, and Namjoon was able to pull away with the boy firmly held in place.

“Baby,” Namjoon chided, the distance affecting him much more now that he could see Jungkook’s swollen pink lips and how his eyes were heavy and lidded, chest rising and falling rapidly. “We need to talk, before we-”

“Fuck?” Jungkook cut him off, and he felt his cheeks get warm.

“I was going to say kiss.”

Namjoon tried to look sternly at the most beautiful person in the world, but Jungkook was making it so hard, as the boy tried to reach forward and capture Namjoon’s lips again.

As a reminder to stay put, Namjoon jostled his wrists, and gently pushed Jungkook back in place against the door, before putting a bit more distance between their faces.

It killed him how Jungkook seemed to like it.

Namjoon swallowed hard to control himself and dropped his voice, saying softly, “Love, I told you I wanted to take things slow with us.”

Jungkook’s eyes were slowly clearing from the same haze that he got when he was eating on camera, and Namjoon thought that in a minute or two, the level-headed and cute bunny would be back rather than this sinful version that looked like he wanted to sink his teeth into him.

Namjoon released the younger’s wrists and brought his hands to his face, cupping his cheeks and stroking his thumbs back and forth across the sharp cheekbones.

Jungkook was breathing much steadier now, and Namjoon asked quietly, “better?”

Jungkook blinked, then flushed.

“Oh. Oh, I’m sorry.”

He shushed reassuringly and placed a soft sweet kiss on Jungkook’s forehead. Here was the boy he knew so well, and he could deal with this version of Jungkook much more level-headedly.

“No baby, don’t be sorry,” he murmured, pressing another kiss to his temple, “but shouldn’t we talk things out first, so we’re on the same page, before we get more physical?”

After a moment, Jungkook nodded shyly.

“You’re right, hyung.”

Namjoon was able to safely pull back and release Jungkook from the door with the threat gone of being pounced on and stripped.

He interlaced their fingers and led Jungkook over to his bed, sitting down on the edge and keeping their clasped hand in between them.

Jungkook broke the silence.

“I- um- thank you.” His cheeks were red, and Namjoon leaned to press another reassuring kiss to his forehead.

“You know that don’t mind being intimate with you, little bunny,’ he whispered. “We just should talk through what you’re comfortable with before-hand, so you feel cherished and safe.”

He stroked over Jungkook’s cheek with the back of his fingers, hearing the other’s breath catch.

“I-I do,” Jungkook replied, and Namjoon pulled back to look into his wide brown doe-eyes.

“I do feel safe with you, Joon-hyung.”

Namjoon’s heart felt squishy in his chest and little sparks glimmered inside of him. Before he could respond, Jungkook continued speaking.

“I’m sorry I get so…” He waved his free hand in the air, “you know.”

Namjoon was confused. No he didn’t know. “Sorry, but what?”

Jungkook shoved his hand through his hair, the curling strands falling back in place and explained. “I get very overcome by sensations. I’m sure you’ve noticed… emotions, food, lost in thought, and I guess kissing you.”

Jungkook blushed, and it was so cute, how Namjoon could actually feel the younger’s skin heat up underneath his fingers as he continued to brush across his cheekbone.

“It’s hard for me to come back sometimes, because it’s so easy to drown in what I’m feeling, and let it take over.”

Namjoon had to bite the inside of his lip, because even now, Jungkook was looking so focused on what he was trying to relay, that his eyes didn’t seem to be registering what they were looking at.

Lost in thought again.

Namjoon waited for Jungkook to come back to where he was sitting, and didn’t mind that it took a while, content to hold his hand and stroke his cheek while the boy tried to sort out his thoughts.

After a few minutes he blinked, turning his attention back to Namjoon’s own gaze.

“Oh, did I just do it again?”

Namjoon couldn’t keep himself from smiling affectionately, and pressing a soft kiss to the other’s pink cheek, then his forehead, then the tip of his nose.

“I don’t mind, baby. It’s really cute, actually.”

Jungkook made to scowl, but it didn’t last long under Namjoon’s continued gentle touches, which melted away the lines in-between his furrowed eyebrows.

“You’re so good to me, hyung,” Jungkook said softly as his big doe-eyes met his own.

Namjoon responded honestly. Jungkook needed to know how precious he was.

“I’m just trying to give you the love and respect you deserve, angel,” he replied and smiled as Jungkook’s blush returned.

He’d noticed that Jungkook always blushed when he used affectionate names, and he’d been trying various ones out, but this one apparently got a good response as Jungkook’s lips trembled and he had to press them together before he was back to normal.

Namjoon waited another beat before deciding it was as good of a time as any to start their conversation. “So… you know I want to take things steady, where are you at?”

Jungkook chuckled dryly. “You’re seriously asking me that after jumping you?”

Okay, fair point.

Namjoon pulled back from laying kisses on the boy’s temple and leaned back on the free hand that wasn’t interlocked with Jungkooks, raising their joint hands to press a kiss onto the younger’s.

“Okay, fair,” he voiced his thoughts, “but it’s really important to me that our relationship is solid, like a tree that stands firm in a storm, so that I can be there for you when you need it, and likewise you can be there for me. I think it’s important to have trust and emotional bonding established before you give the other person yourself physically. I want what we have to be long-term, bun, and I don’t want you to think that I’m only here because of your body.”

Jungkook, honest to god, beamed at him and Namjoon had to blink a few times to clear his eyes.

“I don’t feel that way Joonie-hyung. You’ve never made me think you just want me because of the livestreams. I also want what is between us to bloom and grow, like your cute tree metaphor. I really appreciate how much you respect me, and our bond is much more than just physical, m’kay? You’re so kind, and caring, and I really love it. You make me feel so special, and so safe.”

Jungkook was lost in his focus again, except all of his focus was on him, and it made him a little bit dazed, like he was staring at the sun.

Jungkook kept speaking. “I also want to go slow, because I know that it’s your way of being so caring and sweet. But can we please go just a little bit faster? I want you to feel like you can touch me, and kiss me. I feel very loved with you, hyung, and I’d like to give you back some of that love, but in the way I know how.”

Namjoon processed everything the perfect boy in front of him was saying, and then slowly nodded, a smile spreading across his face.

“I never ever feel taken advantage of, Joon-hyung, and I’d like you to push that thought out of your mind, because we’re past the point of just some random viewer wanting to rail me for their fantasies, okay? What’s here is really special, and I know that it won’t disappear or fizzle out, I want to keep getting closer to you.”

Jungkook’s big meaningful eyes developed a playful twinkle, “and I’m a very affectionate person, hyung. I want to show you how much you mean to me with kisses, and cuddling, hugging, and doing more than just spending time together. I know you’re the sweetest ever, and I’d really like it if you finally let yourself give in to what you want. You don’t have to hold back for my benefit anymore, Joonie.”

Jungkook scooted closer, his thumb drawing little circles on the back of Namjoon’s hand.

“Actually, I’d really really like it if you let yourself do more of what you want with me.” Jungkook had a cheeky grin on his face, “and god I’d like to do more of what I want with you too.”

Namjoon had to take another minute to process everything Jungkook had said, before nodding again.

“You’re so precious, Kookie, and as long as you feel alright with it, I’m most certainly on board with us taking a few steps forward.”

“Oh thank god,” Jungkook looked so relieved. “I was worried I was going to have to spend another 20 minutes convincing you to put those sexy hands on me and let me bite those gorgeous lips of yours.”

Namjoon burst out laughing, warmth filling his chest. “Not much convincing needed, Kook-ah, just your permission.”

“Well, fuck, you have it alright.” Jungkook smiled back at him, looking like an overjoyed, laughing bunny.

“Then get over here, and let me adore you.” Namjoon squeezed his hand one last time and Jungkook immediately climbed over him, his warm palms sliding to cup Namjoon’s face, and he leaned down to brush his nose against Namjoon’s, making his eyelids flutter.

He spoke soft and sweet, his breath dusting over Namjoon’s mouth.

“After I explore that pretty mouth, can we have some dessert and talk more? I want to tell you all of the things I like about you, and want to hear yours for me.”

Jungkook slid his hands to Namjoon’s shoulders, giving a kneading squeeze with his fingers.

“...Like how I love your hands, and would love to feel them on my stomach.”

Namjoon blinked his eyes open, cheeks warming.

“Wha-really?”

Jungkook let out a soft little giggle, nodding and bumping their noses together.

“The amount of times I’ve pretended that my hands are actually yours rubbing and holding me.”

Tingles erupted in Namjoon’s stomach at the thought, and his fingers itched to reach out and slide his hands underneath the boy’s huge sweater, but he held them back.

“I’d like that,” he confessed to Jungkook, “I’d like that a lot, baby bunny.”

Jungkook made a nearly imperceptible whine at the name, and he whispered almost too quiet to hear. “Joonie… would you- be willing to be on a livestream with me? Not anytime soon. But sometime in the future?”

Namjoon blinked, not quite sure if he was believing what he was hearing.

Jungkook mumbled, just a breath away from his mouth. “I’d like you to help me with the Mukbang.”

Namjoon asked the first thing that came to his mind.

“You want me to eat on camera with you?”

A soft chuckle emitted from him, which fanned across his face and made his lips tingle with anticipation.

“No, silly. Joonie, I want you to help me.”

Namjoon still wasn’t quite sure what that meant, and he blinked dumbly at Jungkook’s chocolate eyes, making him sigh.

“Fine. I’ll spell it out. Hyung, I want you to feed me, hold me, kiss me, and stay for cuddles and rubs afterwards.”

Namjoon’s brain broke.

“Oh wow, you’re serious?”

Jungkook nodded, looking hopeful.

Namjoon quickly responded, not even trying to keep his voice in control or hide his desire. “Bunny, fucking hell yes I want that.”

A giggle escaped Jungkook, who looked elated, then teased, “who’s not fulfilling fantasies now?”

He felt his own face heat up, and Jungkook threw his head back and laughed.

“Don’t worry, hyung, I like it. I like that you share my little kinks, and that you want me, that this part of me I’ve always kept to myself I can now give to you.”

Namjoon flushed darker as Jungkook played with the ends of hair at the nape of his neck, sending prickles up the base of his skull.

Namjoon considered just how wonderful that would be, and was about to reply when Jungkook spoke for him.

“I have conditions though: we’ll need to practice.” Jungkook leaned back on his lap and smiled, even though it looked more like a smirk, the glint in his eye back. “I want everything that the fans watch to not be firsts for us, not be brand new, because that’s intimate. All of that is just for you and me, and they’re not allowed to see.”

Jungkook’s possessiveness was glimmering through the cracks in his cute exterior, and it made warmth coil in Namjoon’s stomach.

“Just mine, and just for you. But I don’t mind sharing a little bit after we've done what we want just for us. I’d really like to do a broadcast with you, hyung. That would be all kinds of sexy and fun.”

Namjoon’s heart was pounding like crazy, and he couldn’t say nearly as meaningful or intelligent of an answer as he wanted to give. “Baby, my precious baby bunny, I would love to do that with you.”

Jungkook gave him one of the most enthusiastic and giddy smiles, looking absolutely adorable, and through bunched cheeks and moon eyes he replied just as cutely.

“That makes me so happy hyung… now, are you ever going to shut me the hell up and kiss me?”

Namjoon happily shifted his weight from both hands to just one behind him, and wrapped the other around the back of Jungkook’s neck, pulling him forward until his soft petal lips made contact with his own, sending a wave of sparks through his chest.

“You taste like chocolate,” Namjoon mumbled against the other’s mouth, and Jungkook happily kissed him back, before whispering in return.

“Don’t make me hungry, hyung.”

Namjoon exhaled a little laugh, and reached up with his free hand to card it through Jungkook’s soft hair, and lay back on the bed while gently pulling him down over him.

Jungkook made a happy hum of satisfaction, settling his palms on Namjoon’s chest, and continued to kiss him.

Wanting more of the sugary flavor, Namjoon slid his tongue over the boy’s plush lower lip, and at the little gasp, pressed the younger’s mouth open with his own lips.

Jungkook was an adorably tentative kisser, so different from how he had acted earlier against the bedroom door.

He now treated every new kiss and caress like he was in disbelief that it was happening, and Namjoon forced himself to keep his fingers and lips gentle, even though part of him was itching to just grab fistfulls of the soft boy’s hair and moan deeply into his mouth.

Jungkook was much too precious to be treated so roughly, and Namjoon would do everything he could to cherish the angel in his arms.

When Namjoon broke away to give Jungkook a breath, who gasped in greedy inhales of air, he leaned up to lay kisses down the column of his neck. Jungkook’s skin was so soft, and his pulse was hammering, making Namjoon smile against the skin, before continuing to rain down kisses to the base of his throat, then work his way up the other side.

“J-oon-hn,” Jungkook breathed brokenly.

“Yes baby, what is it?” Namjoon mapped out the sharp shape of Jungkook’s jaw with his mouth, waiting for a reply and sliding one of his hands down the strong back to hook his forearm around the thin waist that had appeared in so many of his dreams.

“My arms aren’t working.”

Jungkook’s voice wavered, and Namjoon saw how the boy was struggling to keep himself propped up. He most definitely had muscles, that wasn’t the issue, but his elbows were giving out like he was so overwhelmed that he couldn’t focus on keeping his body upright.

It was incredibly endearing.

“Ssssh, baby. Don’t worry, I’ve got you,” Namjoon soothed, tightening his arm around his back and rolling them to the side, further onto the bed and so Jungkook was lying comfortably on his back, looking dazed and syrupy.

Namjoon propped his forearm above Jungkook’s head, and leaned down to reconnect their lips, removing his arm from underneath the boy’s back so as to not make him uncomfortable, and instead fingering through his dark silky hair.

Jungkook started making soft whimpering noises into his mouth, and Namjoon’s stomach heated instantly, muscles in his abdomen clenching, and pushing Jungkook’s lips open a little harder.

“Baby, you can’t make sounds like that, otherwise I won’t be able to control myself.” He breathed hard to try to keep himself in check, his voice sounding thick and strained even to his own ears.

Jungkook whimpered again, his hands grabbing at Namjoon’s back and dull fingernails running down across his overly sensitive skin through his shirt, almost making Namjoon’s eyes roll into the back of his head.

Namjoon couldn’t help himself, he slid his palm down, wanting to feel the younger boy’s thighs and wrap them around his waist.

Jungkook’s little whimper turned into a whine in his mouth as Namjoon slid over his side, hip, and grabbed the thick mass of Jungkook’s thigh, squeezing it through the tight jeans and wrapping the glorious leg over his waist.

“So gorgeous.” Namjoon breathed into the boy. “You’re so beautiful, Kookie, and your skin is so soft.”

He squeezed the thick muscle again meaningfully, running his hand up and down the delicious tightness, “and you’re so wonderfully thick, baby. You’re gorgeous.”

Jungkook let out a soft giggle into his mouth, hands returning to his hair and giving adorable little tugs as he giggled in between kisses.

“You’re just trying to flatter me into bed, you know praise does things to me, especially from you.”

Namjoon smirked and nipped at the swollen pink lips. “Not much I have to do to get you into bed, considering we’re already there.”

He shifted his weight to the other forearm, and took a moment to kiss underneath Jungkook’s ear, and squeeze the other thigh.

“Mmmmm," he hummed in pleasure as Jungkook’s breath caught, and he gave more soft tugs to his hair. It felt so amazing that he never wanted him to stop. He found that if he kissed just to the left of his racing pulse, Jungkook tugged harder on his hair and whimpered in desperation.

If he kissed directly over his pulse, Jungkook’s legs tightened around his waist.

He spent a little extra time there, just because he could.

He couldn’t help but voice his praises. “Your skin is so soft, angel.” He laid kisses underneath his jaw, delighted as Jungkook tilted his head back to give him more access. “So sharp, baby, your jaw could cut diamonds.”

Jungkook mumbled incoherently, making him grin and kiss down his neck and tug the collar of his sweater to the side so he could lay kisses on that heavenly collarbone.

“I have such a thing for necks and collarbones,” he mumbled against his warm silky skin, “and yours is the prettiest, baby, I can’t wait to mark you up.”

A little moan escaped the boy underneath him as his hands fisted his hair.

Namjoon thought that he should probably give him a break, let Jungkook’s racing heart slow down, and catch his breath. Namjoon kissed a few more feather touches over the base of his throat, and then reluctantly pressed a final kiss to the pounding pulse before pulling back.

His breath caught in his throat at the sight under him.

Jungkook was dazed, eyes fluttering shut, and looking so blissed out.

His lips were much larger than usual, swollen and pink from kisses, and Namjoon thought that they looked like delicious ripe strawberries that were just begging to be bitten.

His dark eyelashes fanned across his cheekbones, making him look even more beautiful than normal.

There was a dusting of attractive red blush across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, and the skin down his neck was pink from where Namjoon had been messily kissing.

Namjoon had to swallow.

Jungkook’s eyes fluttered open, still breathing raggedly, and his pupils were blown huge.

“You’re so beautiful.” Namjoon breathed in disbelief, “How am I so lucky that I get to have you? You’re as radiant as the full moon, sweetheart, what did I do in my last life to deserve you?”

Jungkook blinked up at him, eyes trying to focus unsuccessfully.

“Joon-ah, you’re killing me.” Jungkook’s voice was weak, like he was using all of his energy to come back into his body and out of the special realm of bliss that only he could go into.

Namjoon couldn’t help it, he nuzzled the boy’s soft, warm cheek, and whispered against his ear, not caring that his voice came out gravely with desire.

“You look so fucked-out, gorgeous, I can’t even imagine how beautiful you’ll look when I actually get to ruin you.”

Jungkook moaned, and the sound was so beautiful in his ears, he wished he could record it in his brain and play it back again and again.

He let Jungkook catch his breath, and slowly come back, giving him gentle nuzzles and drawing small shapes on his neck with his nose.

It took a long time for Jungkook to talk again, but he didn’t mind, enjoying how the younger was struggling to piece himself back together from just kissing.

After he was back to normal, Jungkook wrapped his limbs around Namjoon like a koala.

“Joon-hyung, would- would you please stay?”

His voice sounded vulnerable, and so hopeful, and how could Namjoon ever say no to him. He’d stay even if he had to cancel a meeting with God.

“Of course, baby bunny, how does cuddling, a nice cup of hot tea, and a movie sound? Then I’ll hug you until you fall asleep.”

Jungkook whined like a puppy. “Please.”

He chuckled at how cute he was, and slowly sat up, bringing the boy with him.

“Let’s get into comfy clothes, my precious little bunny, then I promise lots and lots of cuddles.”

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They changed into cozy sweats in place of pajamas, and Jungkook's oversized clothes comfortably fit Namjoon, which was a first for him. Almost everything other people tried to give him ended up being laughably small.

They popped on a movie on the large television across from Jungkook's bed, and had created arguably one of the largest mountains of pillows and fuzzy blankets.

Namjoon thought that it was incredibly adorable how Jungkook had such a fondness for soft things and burrowing into mounds of fluff. He really did look like a bunny drowning in a huge sweater that hung off his shoulders and hid his fingers, making him look impossibly small.

“Hyung?” Jungkook asked, a shy quiver in his voice, their tea mugs long empty on the bedside table.

“What is it, Kook-ah?” Namjoon rubbed down the other’s arm from his place tucked into his side.

“I-um, would you-” he looked away from the movie and down at Jungkook, who was nervously wringing the end of his sweater and looking embarrassed. He never needed to be embarrassed with Namjoon.

“S’okay, baby, what is it?”

Jungkook looked up at him, cheeks pink when he asked, “would you please touch my stomach?”

Oh goodness, he was so cute, and Namjoon’s fingers had been itching to touch Jungkook’s adorable tummy for two years.

He couldn’t wait, but wanted to make sure that the other asked instead of initiating it himself, so he never felt Namjoon was doing it for alternative motives.

His chest warmed because Jungkook had just asked him to do that.

“Yes, of course, baby bunny, come here.”

Jungkook crawled out from underneath Namjoon’s arm, and looked a little uncertain of where he was supposed to go.

It was really freaking cute.

“Lay down, love.” Namjoon patted his thighs, and then tapped his shoulder, “so your head is here, and you can still watch the movie.”

Looking relieved at having instructions, Jungkook cuddled over him, back flush to his own chest, where they were leaning on a big stack of squishy pillows.

Jungkook rested his head against his chest, giving Namjoon the perfect place to tuck his chin over the fluffy mound of dark hair. Their position also allowed him to comfortably wrap his arms around Jungkook’s sides, where he would be able to slide them up underneath his sweater in a few seconds.

The idea made his hands suddenly feel warm.

“Everything okay?” He asked quietly before doing so, fingertips prickling in anticipation, “comfortable?”

Jungkook nodded, and he wished that he was able to see his expression. However, knowing Jungkook, he was probably blushing and biting his lip, eyes shut tight against being embarrassed.

As gently as he could, Namjoon slipped his hands underneath the fluffy sweater, and slowly brought first his fingertips in contact with Jungkook’s stomach, then followed with his palms. Tingles shot up his arms from how soft Jungkook’s skin was, how warm he felt underneath his palms, and the fact that he was finally getting to touch the gorgeous boy's stomach that he secretly watched every week for close to two years.

Keeping from biting his own drooling tongue off, he carefully extended his fingers, hands splayed out and he skimmed tiny little circles with the tips of his fingers into the wonderfully soft skin.

Namjoon leaned down to press his lips against Jungkook’s ear, and asked very quietly, “is this okay, baby?”

Jungkook hummed in affirmation, and he glanced to see the younger’s face, whose eyes were closed in bliss, lips slightly parted as he gave slow exhales, and head comfortably leaned back against Namjoon.

Satisfied that Jungkook was okay with it, he sat back against the pillows, and let himself gently explore the soft silky skin and the expanse of Jungkook’s middle.

He made sure to keep all of his movements slow and reverent, gently running his palms up and down, stretching out his hands to see how much he could cover, and skimming his fingertips everywhere he could reach.

Jungkook felt absolutely amazing underneath his hands, and he wanted to hold him like this every night.

He let his hands explore how they wanted while his brain kept sending tingles down his spine at the contact of the satiny skin laid over a taut thin waist.

He genuinely had no idea how Jungkook didn’t have a squishy belly filled with adorable fat because of all the times he had seen the boy completely stuff himself, and gorge on noodles and rice. If Jungkook was cute now, he would be devastatingly darling chubby, Namjoon’s heart wouldn’t be able to take it.

He also had no idea how someone with a waist this small was able to pack so much food inside, and expand so much.

Namjoon ran the tip of his fingers up and down the middle of his stomach, from his ribs to the waistband of his sweatpants, but was so lost in thought that he didn’t feel the boy in his arms squirm from the sensation.

How on earth was Jungkook able to pack so much food inside of him?

At the end of each video, it truly looked like someone had pushed a basketball underneath his skin, and he was equally impressed that each week, at the start of the next video, the dark haired boy returned back to a thin and trimmed waist.

Fingers closed around Namjoon’s wrist, snapping his attention back to the present moment.

“Oh my goodness, I’m sorry. Are you okay?” Namjoon was a little panicked. He hadn’t realized that Jungkook had been breathing so heavily and had slid multiple inches down his chest.

Jungkook’s voice came out thick and scratchy, making him clear it after saying the first few words, “Yes, but- can I help?”

Namjoon immediately replied yes, feeling self-conscious.

He hadn’t realized he had been touching him incorrectly.

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” Jungkook quickly clarified. “You did make me hard as fuck though, and once I calm down I’m going to show you what kind of touches I like that help me relax, not get excited and horny.”

Oh.

Namjoon apologized again, feeling flustered, and he couldn’t focus on the playing movie at all while they waited in silence.

After what felt like forever, Jungkook sat back up to how he was originally on his chest, and interlaced his fingers over his own.

“Here, like this.” Jungkook guided Namjoon’s hands to lay flat on his abdomen, his palms laid over the back of Namjoon’s hands.

“Slow circles, just like this.” He helped Namjoon’s hands rub softly yet with much firmer pressure than he had previously been using.

“Ah,” Jungkook sighed happily, “that feels nice.”

He could feel his face get hot at the little sounds of contentment that filled the room, and did his best to keep his hands moving how Jungkook wanted.

“Now, hyung, like this too.” He rearranged his hands across his middle, one hand splayed across his lower stomach and the other across his upper.

“Now push a little firmer with your palms- that’s perfect yes, now slowly rub back and forth.”

Namjoon was trying very hard to not get hard in Jungkook’s borrowed sweatpants, since the younger would be able to feel it against his back. But shit, this just felt so sensual?

“Mmmmmm,” Jungkook hummed, body melting against him like butter in a pan.

Cute.

“Now this.” He situated his hands on both sides of his lower stomach, fingers laced in between each other in the middle and said, “just hold here, or little movement with your fingers if you want.”

Namjoon kept his fingers still, feeling as Jungkook’s stomach barely rose and fell as he breathed softly.

Shit.

“Mmmm, that’s nice, right?” Jungkook’s hands patted the tops of his, drawing shapes on the back of his knuckles with his fingers.

“Feels good,” Namjoon mumbled, and Jungkook giggled in response. The action made his stomach tense up and release under his hands, and he accidentally swore out loud instead of in his brain.

“You okay, Joonie?” Jungkook giggled again, and he would never get enough of this feeling, and would never get tired of it either.

His voice came out strained, “y-yes.”

Jungkook’s voice sounded a little bit evil as he said, “you know why I like this one so much?”

What on earth was he talking about?

“-Because when I breathe in, your fingers slowly stretch apart.”

Jungkook took a big, slow breath, and Namjoon’s brain exploded.

As Jungkook took in air, he slowly pushed his stomach out, and indeed, Namjoon’s fingers followed the stretch and grew apart from each other while his palms stayed in place.

Jungkook’s air punched out of him, his hands falling back down with the boy's stomach, and Jungkook giggled while Namjoon swore repetitively. “Fuck Kook- Holy- Shit baby, that felt- fuck.”

More giggles escaped Jungkook which most certainly did not help him recover, while he could still feel his stomach contracting with laughter.

“Holy fucking-”

“Hyung, you like how I feel, huh?”

Namjoon’s face was very very hot as he replied, “I- yes, you’re amazing.”

Jungkook patted his hands again and said cheekily after a moment of heavy silence.

“My tummy made you hard.”

Fuck, he was right. There was no way he could have kept himself from being so turned on when a literal slice of heaven was in his arms.

“God, how could I not?” He asked, and Jungkook giggled again.

“Last one, hyung, I swear. Then I’ll let you calm down.”

He moved his hands again, splaying one across his upper stomach, and bent Namjoon’s other hand, dragging his pointer finger in a slow circle around the little oval opening of his belly button.

“Kook, fuck, this is killing me.” Namjoon breathed hard as the soft skin under his palm softly rose and fell with Jungkook’s even breath. His fingertip was tingling from the sensation of circling the little innie that Jungkook had.

“Sorry hyungie.” Jungkook sounded like a cheeky brat. “You can stop whenever you want.”

Namjoon stayed silent as he continued the gentle movement and Jungkook let out a little snort saying, “thought so.”

“Shut up,” he retorted, but kept stroking and circling, with Jungkook’s hands warmly over his. He kept doing the methodical movements until Jungkook’s breathing evened out, and got quieter.

“Kookie?” he asked quietly into the dark bedroom that was only illuminated by the television.

There was no answer, and he realized that the younger boy, melted against his chest from the gentle touches, had fallen asleep.

“Gosh you’re so cute, what am I going to do with you?” he asked softly, voice full of affection as he carefully moved Jungkook to lay comfortably on the mattress, and left to go pee and turn off the television.

He was grateful that he had been able to spent long enough soothingly touching Jungkook in the same way that someone would pet a sleepy cat for enough time that he was no longer hard. He quickly went to the bathroom, washed his hands and rinsed his face, before returning to the bed and plugging in Jungkook’s phone that was on the side table.

Laying back down in the comfortably quiet room with only Jungkook’s tiny exhales of breath, he turned and wrapped his arm around the younger.

His heart felt fuzzy as the action caused him to mumble in his sleep, and cuddle back against his chest.

It was official: Jeon Jungkook and his cute habits were most definitely going to be the death of him.

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After many more weeks of being together, Jungkook had shyly asked if he would be willing to join him for his next livestream.

Jungkook had told him so many times how excited he was that Namjoon had wanted to be on a broadcast with him.

He’d been practically buzzing with excitement the past few days leading up to the stream. He’d been so cute, and so elated… Namjoon just couldn’t bring himself to confess that he was nervous as hell.

This was completely different from rapping in front of people. There he was under a stage name, and a persona. Here he would be himself, doing what he and Jungkook had explored in private, in front of thousands of people.

His throat was slowly closing up as it neared closer and closer to their scheduled stream.

But his sweet boyfriend was so delighted by the idea of filming together, Namjoon did everything to force down his slowly building anxiety. He tried to keep his body loose and relaxed as they squished in the filming chair together, but then the viewer count started climbing.

Namjoon couldn’t tear his eyes away from the viewer number that rose and rose, steadily surpassing 50,000 within minutes.

Half a million.

Something rang in his ears.

Namjoon didn’t hear what Jungkook was asking him.

He felt a tug on his hand but his gaze was frozen on how many people were watching.

Jungkook’s voice broke through the pounding of his heart in his ears. “Everyone, can you give us just a minute?” Jungkook stood up next to him and guided Namjoon out of his seat.

“Joonie,” Jungkook pulled him to the side, “hyung, it’s okay.”

Namjoon’s throat was tight.

His boyfriend’s chocolate eyes were wide with concern.

“K-kookie, there’s so many people watching.”

“I know, hyung, I know,” Jungkook’s fingers stroked over his cheeks, soothingly.

Namjoon’s voice caught as he confessed, “W-what if they don’t like me Kook-ah?”

Jungkook beamed a beautiful smile at him.

“That’s impossible, hyung. They’ll love you. Just take a deep breath. You’ll forget about it once we start, okay? Pretend you’re just talking with me, just the two of us together. Alright? Just us.”

Namjoon swallowed and nodded. He could do that.

Jungkook looked into his eyes, and Namjoon felt an overwhelming rush of respect for his boyfriend. He hadn’t thought about how doing this all the time would be so revealing and nerve wracking.

Out of the video frame, Jungkook leaned up on his toes and pressed a soft kiss to Namjoon’s cheek. Namjoon could physically feel his heart start to slow down under Jungkook’s gentle care.

He exhaled, feeling his shoulders relax and whispered with determination, “I want to do this.”

Jungkook beamed at him, nodding, and they both sat back down squished side-by-side into Jungkook’s chair.

This time seeing all of the numbers didn’t make his throat close up, because there were tons of chats from concerned people, asking if everything was okay. He wondered if people were able to hear their conversation outside of the frame.

Probably.

He smiled at the camera, able to see how they looked in the monitor sitting together, and he said with a little laugh, “Sorry everyone. I’ve never done this before and I’m kind of nervous.”

Encouraging chat messages flooded in, and he breathed a little easier. Finally raising his hand, he gave a little wave, saying, “hi guys, I’m Namjoon.”

Jungkook wrapped his arm over his shoulders, tugging him close.

“Everyone, this is my special guest Joon-hyung! I’m so excited for you all to meet him. He’s the sweetest ever, and he’s agreed to help me out for a little more than an intro today.”

Jungkook giggled next to him, and tons of chats and hearts surged in, people elated that Jungkook finally had an actual guest, not just Jimin or Tae popping in to say hi.

Jungkook adorably pushed his nose into Namjoon’s cheek, giggling again.

Tons of messages blew up asking BOYFRIEND?!?! Namjoon felt his cheeks get warm, and Jungkook smiled into the camera, looking completely cute and giddy in the monitor,

“I wanted you guys to meet him for a reason.”

Then out of nowhere, Jungkook planted a kiss on Namjoon’s cheek, and said, “isn’t he so cute?”

An explosion of hearts.

“Does anyone have any questions for Joonie before we get started?”

Namjoon couldn’t keep up with all of the messages flashing by, but Jungkook expertly navigated the chat and asked him a couple.

“Hyung, how did we meet?”

Namjoon was relieved to finally have something to say besides just blush and sit silently next to his charismatic boyfriend.

“In a coffee shop. I was working and Kookie came in.”

“And my brain stopped functioning and I asked him his name, like an idiot, even though he was wearing a name tag.”

Namjoon burst out laughing at the memory, and Jungkook smiled as successfully pulling him out of his shell. He was eternally grateful for his boyfriend, and felt his nerves fizzle away and like he could finally relax.

“Yeah, but it was super cute. I didn’t mind.”

Jungkook smiled, then scrolled through more comments and asked, “Hyung, they want to know how old you are.”

“27,” he looked over Jungkook’s shoulder at the comment screen and saw hundreds of DIMPLES OMFG, which made him accidentally smile again.

“Guys, I know he’s cute,” Jungkook pouted, “stop hitting on my boyfriend.”

Namjoon laughed again, his shoulders bouncing as his stomach tingled from laughter.

“Kookie gets jealous,” he told the camera and Jungkook just nodded in agreement, not even trying to deny that fact.

“Hyung, people want to know if you’re going to eat Mukbang with me today.”

Namjoon quickly waved his hands, “Oh god no. I could eat like, one box and then I’d max out.”

Jungkook snickered, and then explained to the audience with an adorable level of shyness and giddiness.

“Joon-hyung is a sweetheart and I’ve wanted him to help me do a broadcast for so long because-” he giggled behind his hand, “hyungie likes feeling my tummy.”

Namjoon felt his face get warm again, but there was no use in retaliating or denying it. It’s not like it was false.

Tons of people asked if Namjoon had seen Jungkook’s videos before, and he nodded.

“Yeah, I’ve seen them. Let’s just say Kook-ah and I knew each other before we knew each other.”

Jungkook threw his head back laughing, but people were confused by this elusive statement.

Seeing that his numbers were high enough, Jungkook pouted and asked to change the subject from people sniffing out that Namjoon was previously a viewer. “I’m hungry, can we please start now?”

Viewers forgot everything with the excitement of doing a Mukbang with two people, and Namjoon couldn’t believe how much money Jungkook had already made before they had even started.

Jungkook laid out containers of steaming to-go boxes, and showed everyone what he had ordered.

He peeled off his shirt and gave a shy smile to the camera, as Namjoon appreciatively took in his boyfriend’s lythe form.

Jungkook really was gorgeous.

“Bunny,” he sat back in the chair and patted his thighs. Jungkook happily sat down across his legs, cuddling into his chest with a content little noise.

Namjoon wrapped his arms around the younger’s waist, tucking him in.

“Which would you like to eat first, baby?” He asked softly, but loud enough for the microphone to pick up.

“This one, please,” Jungkook picked up a box of noodles and chicken covered in a sticky looking orange sauce, and handed Namjoon his set of chopsticks.

“You’re okay holding it, darling? I want to keep one of my hands free,” he gave a meaningful little rub to Jungkook’s side, telling him why, and the boy beamed at him, smiling and nodding.

“I don’t mind holding it.”

Jungkook was right, this wasn’t so hard once he got over the sheer amount of people tuning in. It was actually fun, and it was just like when they had done this alone, just the two of them.

That meant that it was about to get way more fun.

Namjoon grabbed a small pile of noodles with the chopsticks, making sure there was some chicken in the bite too, and lifted up to Jungkook’s pink lips.

“Open up, love. The first bite is always the best.”

Jungkook happily opened his mouth to be fed, and bit. Pleasure prickled low in Namjoon’s abdomen from feeding his precious boyfriend on-screen like he had always dreamed.

“Taste good?” He asked softly, nuzzling under Jungkook’s ear.

“Yes, itz’yummy,” Jungkook replied after swallowing but before eating the second bite Namjoon had lifted.

“I’m glad, little bunny,” his heart was so warm at being able to give to Jungkook like this.

Namjoon unhooked his arm from where it was tightly wrapped around Jungkook, and slid his palm over his warm abdomen. He rubbed a few times over Jungkook’s narrow waist, then settled his hand right over his stomach, fingers splayed out flat over the satiny skin.

He kept feeding him bites and spoke into his ear, “let’s get you nice and full, baby. I can’t have you being hungry, now can I?”

Jungkook made a soft whine, and Namjoon nuzzled him again before giving into his desire to keep feeding him.

He continually gave Jungkook bite after bite, the pleasure building in his core.

He murmured soft praises to the gorgeous boy in his arms that happily held his own box of food, and ate every bite that Namjoon lifted to his mouth.

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart, already finished the first dish.” Namjoon pressed a kiss to Jungkook’s bare shoulder as the boy leaned forward to set down the empty box and selected a full one, eyes quickly skimming over the chat before settling back against Namjoon.

Jungkook dutifully ate everything Namjoon gave him.

Doing this was way better than just watching from home.

“You’re doing wonderfully, bun,” Namjoon rubbed his thumb back and forth from where his hand was resting on Jungkook’s still flat stomach.

After they finished the second box, Jungkook quickly exchanged it for a third, and began making happy little sounds as Namjoon brought mouthfuls of pork and rice to him.

He knew that box three was usually when Jungkook’s stomach started noticeably filling, and his own body was tingling with anticipation.

Just as expected, a soft pressure returned against the inside of his hand over Jungkook’s belly. As he kept eating, his stomach began to slowly push out into his palm and become a rounded bump that Namjoon could splay his hand over.

“Oh, so good, bunny. Kookie is doing so well. Little tum filling hyung’s hand.” Namjoon couldn’t help but rain praise over him, not when Jungkook felt this good and was working so hard eating.

Namjoon watched as Jungkook swallowed each bite happily, and wished he could feel that too.

Feel the food go down and fill his boyfriend so he distended in his hand.

Jungkook swallowed. The pressure increased against Namjoon’s palm.

Jungkook swallowed again. His tummy pushed out a little bit further.

Namjoon’s will broke.

“Do me a favor, sweetheart?” Namjoon really wanted to try something, and handed the chopsticks back to Jungkook, “just keep eating for me, okay?”

Jungkook didn’t question it, and started to feed himself, eating larger bites than Namjoon had been giving him.

Namjoon gently wrapped his free hand around Jungkook’s throat so he could feel him swallow.

“Great job, bun, just like that,” he murmured as he felt every time that Jungkook’s throat bobbed as he gulped down each bite, and he closed his eyes to imagine the food traveling down to settle and fill his other hand resting over Jungkook's belly.

Jungkook’s stomach was beginning to press into his palm more and more, and he kissed his shoulder again in silent praise as he cupped the boy’s stomach that was slowly filling and distending as he ate.

“You’re doing so well, love. So well. Can you feel your cute little tum filling up? Starting to get full?”

Jungkook nodded vigorously, and scraped the container, making little whimpers and the beginnings of tiny moans as Namjoon softly rubbed his palm in gentle circles over the growing curve.

“Still hungry, baby bunny?”

He removed the hand from his throat to take the empty box, and replaced a new one into Jungkook’s eager hands.

Namjoon took the chopsticks back, but kept his hand securely over Jungkook’s expanding middle.

“I’ll take it from here, sugar, you just relax. Enjoy your food and feeling full, sweetheart.”

He loved Jungkook's whimper as he gave his growing stomach a couple of pats to feel the soft jiggle in his hand that came with starting to fill, but before getting packed firm.

Nothing quite compared to feeling Jungkook’s stomach get full in his hands.

Jungkook started making real moans in between bites as Namjoon resumed feeding him.

More heat coiled in Namjoon’s stomach from the wonderful stretching underneath his palm, and he wondered if his boyfriend would notice soon that he was hard. Probably not, because Jungkook was slipping further and further into his blissful food-crazed daze that Namjoon loved guiding him to.

He made shushing noises in his ear as Jungkook moaned loudly around mouthfuls of food, eyes shut tight and proving that he was deep in his headspace.

The only thing that Namjoon could compare to how Jungkook drowned in these moments was how people adopted dominant or submissive roles. They could just slide into it and get lost in the pleasure of their own acts.

“Good job baby,” Namjoon cooed in his ear, and rubbed steady circles as Jungkook’s stomach bulged into his hand, warm and skin stretched soft. “Feel so good, sweetheart, getting plump and big for me, yeah?”

Jungkook whined, and Namjoon quickly exchanged the box.

He fed him the entirety of the food to satiate the younger’s desperate noises.

Jungkook’s stomach was still expanding and making him want to buck his hips up into the younger boy in search for friction.

Namjoon closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against Jungkook’s shoulder to breathe as the boy squirmed to get the last box, and when he finally settled back with the food and whimpered to be fed, Namjoon’s need to please the younger overran his own desires.

He lifted more mouthfuls and Jungkook melted back into his sedated and happy state.

The warm swell underneath his hand felt too good, and he had to start running his palm back and forth to feel the delicious curve.

“Bunny’s full belly feels so wonderful, darling. You’re doing so well for hyung.”

One of Jungkook’s hands came to rest over his, and Namjoon threaded their fingers together over his rounded middle, so they could feel together.

Jungkook finished the last box and panted as he relaxed back against Namjoon, his head resting on his shoulder, with his eyes shut.

Namjoon couldn’t quite believe how they looked in the monitor.

A dark haired beauty limp and lax in bliss with a large mound for a stomach, and a silver haired guy running his hands all over the other with lidded lust-filled eyes.

He let himself take a minute to just enjoy before they had to address that other people were watching.

Both of Jungkook’s hands had joined his over his bloated middle, and they were both reverently petting, as little noises of contentment spilled out of the lovely petal lips.

“Good job, baby,” he said lowly in Jungkook’s ear, and the younger’s eyes fluttered open. Jungkook mumbled incoherently in pleasure and snuggled back, letting his eyes shut again and stretching to nuzzle his nose into Namjoon’s neck.

Tingles erupted and prickled across his skin.

He so badly wanted to carry his baby bunny to the soft bed and let him drift into blissful sleep while Namjoon held him in his arms and rubbed his perfect, gorgeous, full tummy.

“Love,” he whispered until Jungkook made a cute half-hearted sound of protest.

Namjoon held the sides of Jungkook’s stomach and rubbed little circles across the front, just like Jungkook had taught him.

“Sleep,” Jungkook cuddled back down and exhaled contentedly, which made Namjoon chuckle.

“Bunny, we have to say goodbye to all the sweet people who watched today.”

Jungkook grumbled again sleepily, but it was so adorable, he didn’t want to force the boy to sit up and talk. Instead, he turned his focus away from his boyfriend resting on his shoulder with a cute blush across his nose, and looked at the camera.

He gave a shy smile.

“My little bunny is a bit sleepy,” he said, and a resounding of hearts filled the chat. “I’m going to take him to bed and let him have a nap and cuddles for working so hard.”

He gave Jungkook’s warm stomach a small pat and a loving rub, and the boy mumbled again, trying to snuggle further into Namjoon.

He knew how Jungkook usually finished his videos, he’d been watching them for two years. “Bun here is going to get a good sleep, lots of snuggles and tummy rubs, and then when he wakes up we’ll post some photos of having dessert, alright?”

Jungkook mumbled in affirmation, and the chat went crazy.

“I think maybe I’ll feed him some ice cream,” he said thoughtfully, “there’s always room for ice cream.”

He thanked everyone for coming, and then realized he had no idea how to end the live stream.

He bent next to Jungkook’s ear, who had shifted and was hugging his neck, sighing happily.

“Angel, how do I turn it off?” He asked quietly, stroking a hand up and down Jungkook’s back.

He only made a humming noise.

“Right, that clears it up.” He said sarcastically, but then scooted forward with the chair, keeping Jungkook tucked against him and desperately trying not to think about how a perfectly rounded tummy was pressing into his.

Thank goodness Jungkook was covering him up by still being on his lap and they couldn’t see how freaking hard he was from this whole thing.

He gave everything on the screen a once-over. There was no clear end or stop button.

He furrowed his brow, searching around with the mouse. “I’m so sorry to ask,” he gave a shy smile, “but does anyone here know how to end livestreams? I can’t find a button anywhere?”

People in the chat were immensely helpful, and he was somewhat shocked that so many people wanted to help answer his question.

Heck, if he had been a viewer he would want to keep this going as long as possible.

“You guys are the best,” he gave a large, genuine smile as he figured out how to end it, then waved. “It was so nice that we got to spend some time together. I think Kookie is out cold, the cutie. I’m sure I’ll see you all again in the future!”

He flashed another grin, then ended it.

Turning to finally be alone with his precious boyfriend, he spun around in the swivel chair and wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s frame, who was now softly exhaling small puffs against his neck.

“Come on, little angel,” he hoisted Jungkook up, “sleepy and cuddle time.”

He carefully laid Jungkook on his bed, then tucked him in with a soft fuzzy blanket. Jungkook made another little hum sound in his sleep, and Namjoon kissed his cheek to quiet him.

Wrinkling his nose at the mess they had made, he quickly cleaned up all of the boxes littering Jungkook’s desk. He also made sure to wipe down all of the areas that had gotten sauce on them, and wash up before returning to Jungkook.

“Hyung,” a thick sleepy voice met him as he was making his way back to the bed, “You’re not leaving right? You’ll stay and cuddle with me?”

He slipped under the fluffy blanket, and pressed a kiss to Jungkook’s forehead, his heart melting at the younger.

“Yes, sweetheart, of course I’m staying. I was just cleaning up the food boxes so you can nap.”

He laid down and wrapped his arms around Jungkook, clicking against him and holding him close. He stroked over Jungkook’s stomach, full and warm in his hands, and he pressed another kiss to the boy’s cheek before snuggling down and closing his eyes. He lazily drew small patterns on the swell of Jungkook’s tummy and made sure to softly circle his belly button just how he knew the boy liked.

“Thank you,” Jungkook exhaled, seconds from falling back asleep, “...love you.”

Namjoon’s heart sped up in his chest.

Had Jungkook just said?

Namjoon’s heart was overflowing in his chest.

Yes.

He wasn’t sure how it took him this long to figure it out, but he truly felt that he loved Jungkook back. He wasn’t sure when it had happened, his realization was now hitting him like a car crash.

But it didn’t scare him, and make him want to run away, like how it had with past relationships.

Namjoon absolutely loved this pure soul laying in his arms, and somewhere along the way of just wanting to get to know him better, he had fallen hard.

He leaned up, Jungkook’s little puffs of breath showing that he had already slipped back into sleep, but he didn’t care. Letting his lips hover over the younger’s ear, he breathed out in secret:

“Jungkook-ah, I love you too.”

...

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Jungkook woke up warm. The good kind of warm.

There was a heavy weight across his middle, and he felt so perfectly full.

He hummed contentedly and fluttered his eyes open in happiness. He was tucked in against something solid, and yet it was so comforting.

He blinked a few times, eyes adjusting to the light filtering in through his window shade. A soft deep sound from behind him made him flinch, and then he remembered.

Namjoon.

He melted back into happiness, now recognizing how his boyfriend was wrapped around his back, and had a heavy arm slung around him.

Jungkook had the most wonderful dream, and it made him happy to wake up and still have Namjoon here, like he had followed him back from his dream into the real world.

Jungkook snuggled back into his boyfriend’s firm chest, and let his eyes shut again in happiness.

“Koo-ah,” a very scratchy deep voice resonated from behind him, and Namjoon’s chest pressed against his back as the waking man took in a deep breath.

“Mmmmm,” Namjoon hummed, and his warm hands instantly started gently rubbing across Jungkook’s full stomach. It made his body fizzle with happiness and pleasure.

"G’morning," Jungkook’s voice was equally gravely and unused from sleep.

"Baby, how can you still feel so amazing?" Namjoon’s loving hands held Jungkook’s middle, and it made a tiny giggle bubble out of him.

He loved his boyfriend so much.

Jungkook froze.

He loved Namjoon.

The previous evening crashed in his mind and his heart started pounding in his ears. Had… had he said that to him?

"Kookie, what’s wrong?" Namjoon’s voice was regaining it’s usual smoothness, and he had evidently felt Jungkook stiffen. “Relax baby, it’s still early. Plenty of time for cuddles and kisses today.”

Namjoon gave his full stomach a loving rub, but Jungkook almost didn’t feel it.

"Bunny?" Concern seeped into Namjoon’s voice as he propped himself up behind Jungkook, and tried to give another affectionate rub, which would have usually turned Jungkook into putty.

But right now, his mind was racing with all the ways he had messed up by saying that last night. He had been so tired, and had melted in Namjoon’s safe arms. He’d been saying what he felt without thinking anything of it.

Oh god, what if Namjoon didn’t feel the same? Jungkook had always felt things much quicker than others, his emotions so intense that they were nearly uncontrollable.

He’d said it too soon. There was no way Namjoon could feel the same.

Panic started creeping in Jungkook’s chest.

"Jungkook," Namjoon sat up, and Jungkook shut his eyes tight. A hand rubbed up and down his bare shoulder.

Why did everything Namjoon do have to feel so good? Why was he constantly breaking him down like the tide chipping a rock?

Jungkook shoved his face into his pillow to hide.

Fingers brushed through his hair, and then soft breath was over his ear. A whimper slipped out of Jungkook's mouth.

"Angel, my baby,” Namjoon’s voice was so soft and caring, and it made Jungkook’s heart beat even faster because why couldn’t he just have waited for the older to say I love you first?

Now he was going to lose Namjoon.

He just knew it.

Namjoon’s deep voice cut through Jungkook’s spiraling thoughts. "Sweetheart. I need you to inhale."

Jungkook’s head was feeling light and floaty. It felt nice.

"Kookie, whatever it is, we can get through it. I just need you to breathe. Please breathe, love."

Love.

That word made him involuntarily open his mouth, and suck in air. It flooded into his burning lungs.

"Oh thank god. That’s so good, love, please breathe again."

Tears pricked the back of Jungkook’s eyes. Why had he made such a fool of himself? Namjoon had probably only stayed the night to break up with him once he woke up.

The thought made him flip over and fling his arms around the man, and promptly burst into tears.

Namjoon immediately hugged him back, more than he deserved, and Jungkook cried hard into his chest.

He loved Namjoon’s chest, and he hadn’t even gotten to fully see it shirtless before he went and screwed everything up.

Soft hushing noises and soothing hands down his back slowly drew his mind back to the present and away from his downward spiral.

Jungkook couldn’t keep it in any longer, and he hugged him tighter. "Please don’t break up with me.”

Namjoon’s hands stuttered to a stop on his back.

Fuck. It was really happening.

He cried harder and clung on for dear life before the man could pry him off and walk out of his life.

Curse his full stomach shoved against Namjoon’s, his overstuffed middle that he usually loved so much was keeping him from effectively wrapping his legs around Namjoon to keep him here a minute longer.

Hands grabbed Jungkook’s shoulders and tried to push him away.

No!

“No!” he wailed and tried to claw tighter into Namjoon’s back, even as more space was put in between them.

“Kook, look at me. No, don’t close your eyes, look at me.”

Jungkook creaked open his swollen eyes, his vision blurry from crying.

“What the hell has gotten into your mind?” Namjoon’s normally sweet voice was stern. Jungkook couldn’t take it if his boyfriend was mad at him. Well… he supposed soon-to-be ex boyfriend.

“I’m sorry," he sniffed, “please I can make it up to you. Please give me a chance.”

Namjoon’s hands cupped his cheeks, and Jungkook was mad at himself for loving how it felt so much.

“Baby, I’m serious. What the hell is going on? Why would you ever think I’m going to break up with you?”

Jungkook opened his mouth to plead more, but then Namjoon’s words sunk in past the barrier of panic.

“W-what?” He swiped at his eyes and his vision cleared.

Namjoon’s face was devastated. His expression was beyond concerned, and his eyes were wide with worry.

“Baby, I need you to tell me what’s going on in your head. I can’t work this problem out on my own. What’s wrong? Talk to hyung.”

Jungkook sniffed again, Namjoon’s thumbs gently swiping back and forth across his wet cheeks.

“Y-you’re not breaking up with me?”

Namjoon continued to look at him intensely. “No. Of course not. Why on earth would I do that?”

Relief crashed through Jungkook’s body, and his limbs sagged with reassurance.

There was a long, heavy silence, and Jungkook realized that it was his job to fill it.

“I- I… because I said-” his voice was dying in his throat, but he had to get it out. “Because I said I love you.”

Namjoon’s steely expression morphed in understanding. “Oh. Oh. Sweetheart, I’d never break up with you for that.”

Jungkook played with a loose thread on Namjoon’s sweatshirt, unable to meet his eyes.

Panic at the quiet rose again and he blurted, “it’s okay that you don’t love me back. I don’t mind, really.”

The silence was uncomfortable again.

He glanced up and immediately regretted it. Namjoon’s jaw was clenched tight, and his eyes were hard.

“I mind.” The man said.

Jungkook was confused, and frankly quite overwhelmed with emotions.

Namjoon exhaled hard, and raked a hand through his hair, mumbling, "this is not how I wanted this morning to go.”

Jungkook immediately felt guilty. What had he done wrong?

He shut his eyes again to escape.

“Kookie, can we please do all of this over? Just pretend you’re waking up right now.”

Jungkook was confused all over again, and he peeked through one eye. "Um… why?"

Namjoon snuggled back against him, and his voice was desperate.

“Just please. Please act like you’re waking up again, a favor for me.”

Jungkook had no idea how this would possibly help whatever was happening here, but he did as requested, shut both of his eyes and laid back down. Namjoon turned him back to his other side, and tucked Jungkook into his chest.

He hated how good and amazing it felt, and how he felt so safe.

"You asleep?" Namjoon asked, pulling him closer and linking his arm around him.

"Um? I guess?" he responded to the pillow next to him.

Namjoon made a groggy humming noise, and then just as he had the first time, comfortingly splayed his palm over Jungkook’s stomach.

It made his body tingle.

“Wake up, sweetheart,” Namjoon said behind him, and leaned up, kissing his shoulder.

That tingled too.

“Wake up, baby. I have something to tell you.”

Jungkook blinked his eyes, and made to stir. Namjoon’s lips laid right over his ear, and he said in a deep and affectionate voice, “I love you so much, Jungkook. Wake up, darling. I can’t kiss you if you’re asleep.”

Jungkook’s eyes shot open, the words I love you so much ringing in his head and sinking into his skin.

“W-what?” he stuttered, his chest heating.

“I love you,” Namjoon repeated, then ran his hand up to splay over Jungkook’s heart. “You fell asleep last night before I could say it back, but I told you anyways. Jungkookie, I’m so in love with you.”

Jungkook sat up so fast his head spun. His eyes were still puffy from crying.

“I- you do?”

Namjoon sat up with him, then laid his lips on his forehead. Jungkook’s heart fluttered in his chest.

“Yes, I love you so fucking much, and you scared the shit out of me just now. I thought you were having a panic attack.”

Jungkook surged forwards and tackled Namjoon, attaching his limbs to him like an octopus and making Namjoon tumble backwards.

“I love you, Joon-hyung,” he said into Namjoon’s chest, “and- and I’m so sorry. I thought you wouldn’t.”

Namjoon rubbed up and down his back. “Don’t freak me out like that, little bunny. My heart can’t take it when you cry. Of course I love you back.”

Jungkook felt guilty for assuming before he discussed it with him. Before he could fall into his thoughts he heard Namjoon pull him back out.

“Oh heck no. I can literally hear you thinking about how you now feel guilty. Don't. Don’t feel guilty, Kook-ah. I love you, and you love me. Everything else that happened in the last fifteen minutes never even happened okay? We just woke up now, and that’s that.”

A laugh bubbled out of Jungkook.

“You’re way too good for me, hyung.”

“Nonsense. Now, are you going to let me hug you and cuddle you and drown you in my love?”

Jungkook giggled, first wiping his face off on Namjoon’s sweatshirt, and then pulling back to look up at him.

Namjoon’s eyes were warm, and his hands stroked through Jungkook’s hair.

“Do you have to drown me? I don’t wanna die.”

Namjoon chuckled, and kissed over each of his eyelids. “Little punk, can’t even take a compliment.”

Jungkook giggled again, and Namjoon snuggled into him, wrapping around him tightly and stroking the back of Jungkook’s head.

Jungkook breathed a huge sigh of relief, cuddling in and letting reality take over all of the things his mind had previously assumed.

“Joonie, I’m sorry,” he whispered, “please forgive me for assuming, and freaking out.”

Namjoon gave him a little squeeze, “consider it forgiven, and forgotten, my little bunny.”

Jungkook exhaled happily, and relaxed in Namjoon’s embrace and soft touch. There was a long stretch of quiet, but it wasn’t uncomfortable or overbearing. Namjoon was the one to finally break it.

“So… I know you’re not hungry, but I’m starving.”

Jungkook laughed at his boyfriend’s words.

“Can we please make pancakes or waffles with chocolate chips or something?”

Jungkook perked up, removing his face from Namjoon’s chest. “I could eat waffles.”

Namjoon cocked an eyebrow playfully, then one of his hands patted Jungkook’s full belly, making him blush.

“You sure that you have any room left in here? You’re still completely filled up.”

Jungkook squirmed from the heat coiling in his core from Namjoon’s hands on him.

“But if my baby wants waffles, I’m sure as hell going to feed him waffles. I want my chubby little bunny full and happy.”

Jungkook blushed again, and Namjoon’s shoulders bounced in silent laughter. Namjoon knew it did amazing things to his insides and made him heat up when he called him chubby.

Namjoon pulled him up and out of bed, giggling, and tugged a massive sweater onto Jungkook.

“Come on, Kookie. Waffles, belly rubs, we can get a picture of us eating and your full little tum for the fans, then lots of cuddling, and chocolate covered kisses on the couch. I think we’re due for a little bit of sexy time.”

Jungkook stumbled after Namjoon who tugged him along, his face hot, because damn that sounded like the absolute best day ever.

...

Namjoon kept his word.

Jungkook was currently pushed down into the couch cushions, with the other man over him on all fours, biting his lips and rubbing his palms over Jungkook’s rounded stomach.

Jungkook couldn’t keep his head on straight for the life of him.

Namjoon’s mouth was heavenly. He alternated soft velvety kisses with small enticing nibbles, and at times when he would lose himself a bit too far, he would desperately moan into Jungkook’s mouth and lick his lips until their tongues met.

Every sound Namjoon made went straight to the pit of his core, and heated him up another degree until he felt he was going to explode.

Jungkook was barely able to gasp out a thought as the older began sucking marks onto his neck, sparking prickles of fire across his skin.

“N-hn-Joon, w-wait a second.”

Namjoon reluctantly pulled his mouth back, lips swollen and dragon eyes lidded heavily, but he kept his palms in place over Jungkook’s full tummy underneath his t-shirt, rubbing in deliberate circles that made Jungkook so turned on he could barely think.

“I- I don’t want our first time together to be when I’m fat.”

Namjoon’s teeth flashed with laughter, then pushed down his outburst, adopting his usual considerate and sweet personality which took some of the lust out of his eyes. “Whatever you want, baby.”

He gave a smile that had his dimples appearing.

Jungkook gulped.

“I- trust me, I do really want that-”

“Want me to fuck you when you’re nice and full?” The desire returned in the dark eyes above him.

Jungkook tried very hard not to squirm in pleasure at the thought.

“Y-yes. But not the first time. I want to be able to lay down flat, and not be like a pregnant 30 year old who can’t lay on her stomach.”

Namjoon snorted, but kissed both of his cheeks.

After a heavy moment, he asked quietly into his ear, “you want to lay down on your stomach for me?”

Jungkook’s cheeks heated and he stuttered, realizing he’d just insinuated that he couldn’t wait to be fucked from behind by his hyung.

“M-maybe not the first time. I’m pretty flexible when I’m not inflated like a balloon, we can be face to face.”

Namjoon all but purred in his ear. “I like flexible.”

Oh god.

“Tell me more, precious. What do you fantasize about?”

Jungkook’s brain couldn’t filter properly when Namjoon was nuzzling his neck, and his thoughts tumbled out.

“I’d like you to give to me first. I love receiving. But then later, I want to give back to you. I- I like both.”

“I know,” Namjoon nibbled on his earlobe, “you said so in your livestream.”

Jungkook’s ears felt hot.

“Like to have your wrists held down,” Namjoon gently pushed both of Jungkook’s arms above his head, keeping them in place. “I’ve thought about doing that to you so often, especially since you seemed to love it so much the night I held you against your bedroom door. You like to be manhandled a little bit, don’t you sweetheart?”

Jungkook choked. Namjoon didn’t let up, voice low and deep and persuasive in his ear.

“You like to be taken control of, just a little bit. Someone who can keep you held in place and fuck you deep into the mattress, don’t you, darling?”

Holy shit.

“I bet you’re a little more rough when you’re giving, than you are when you’re receiving, aren’t you baby bunny? If our kiss that one night when you jumped me was any tell, you like to go fast when you’re topping. Like to be taken care of, but also like to have your own fun and give it hard, hmmm?”

“F-fuck, hyung.” Jungkook moaned.

“Oh?” Namjoon sounded delighted, “so I’m right. You’re a more intense giver. I would love to experience that. I can be soft, little one, but I can also be firm with you, when you’d like me to.”

Namjoon leaned up and gently bit Jungkook’s lower lip.

His brain was combusting, and his body was steaming. He had to hold onto something to ground himself, otherwise his soul might leave his body.

“When you’re back to your cute thin self, I think I’ll lift you up and grind into those sexy narrow hips back against your bedroom door.”

Namjoon kept purring sinfully against his mouth, giving little nibbles to his swollen lips.

“Then I’ll take good care of you, my little angel. Make sure you’re nice and filled up with me, and adore you like you’re meant to be.”

Namjoon kissed him repetitively between words, making his mind melt and heart flutter.

“Then, darling, you can give it to me any way you’d like. I enjoy having some bruises the next day.”

Jungkook gasped, his core hot, pressure building in him and nearing a breaking point. Namjoon took the opportunity to lick into his mouth.

Holy fucking shit.

“H-hyung, I’m- gonna,” he gasped, and Namjoon’s hands slid from petting his full stomach to the waistband of his sweatpants.

“Baby, do you need my help? Or do you want to calm down?”

Jungkook did not want to calm down.

He whined a small please against Namjoon’s lips, and thankfully that conveyed his yes. Namjoon slipped his hands underneath Jungkook’s sweatpants, and Jungkook inhaled sharply as his hyung’s warm hand wrapped around the base of his length. Namjoon barely had to do anything before pleasure ripped through Jungkook, his back arched, and his orgasm made him come into his sweats.

“F-fuck,” Jungkook’s lips quivered against Namjoon’s mouth which had softened considerably, and was caressing soft and velvety kisses, completely opposite to how he had been talking to him just a minute before.

Jungkook was rapt with oversensitivity, and Namjoon only teased him with a small squeeze, before pulling his hand out and wiping it onto his sweatshirt.

“I’d lick it off, baby, but you look like you might explode if I did that.”

Namjoon was fucking right. Just the mental image of the older sucking his fingers clean made him whimper.

“Thought so,” Namjoon gave his lips another soft peck, before pulling away and letting Jungkook gasp for breath.

Once his heart stopped racing, he looked up at Namjoon in disbelief.

“Where did my clumsy, cute, professor-like boyfriend go? That was fucking hot. You think that shit all the time? How come you’re just talking to me like that now?”

Pink spread over the bridge of Namjoon’s nose, and he gave a shy flash of dimples.

“Shit, hyung. Let’s definitely do that again.”

Jungkook wasn’t sure when he had latched his grip onto Namjoon’s biceps, but he disconnected his hands and stretched his stiff fingers from clutching so hard.

He blinked a few times to center himself back into his body, returning from his release, and moved to sit up. Namjoon went with him and made to slink behind him and wrap his arms around Jungkook’s sides, hands sneaking towards his full stomach.

Jungkook laughed at his boyfriend’s cuteness and default instinct to shower him with affection, but stumbled up to his feet.

“New pants needed, then I’ll let you cuddle me.”

Jungkook gave himself a lot of credit that his knees were working properly as he made it back to his room to change and get cleaned up, even if his insides were still going in overdrive.

...

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Namjoon’s hands remained on Jungkook’s stomach for nearly the entire rest of the weekend. Jungkook loved the weight of his boyfriend’s palms resting over his slowly diminishing tummy. It simultaneously made him warm and syrupy, and feel like he needed to shove the older man’s hands back into his pants.

They were cuddling late Sunday night, watching some marine life show that Jungkook wasn’t really paying attention to, instead snuggling into Namjoon’s warmth and basking in his palms running back and forth over the decreasing swell of his middle, now resembling a normal kind of full, like he’d only eaten slightly too much for dinner.

By tomorrow night he would probably be completely back to how he usually looked.

He pouted at the puffer fish on screen as it unfairly expanded, wishing his stomach could be warm and big and rounded again.

He loved the heaviness that came along with Mukbang, and he was always disappointed to see it go.

Namjoon’s fingers began rubbing back and forth almost experimentally across his tummy, making him giggle from it tickling. Namjoon hmphed behind him, and began poking and prodding his stomach, pushing his palms in and squishing them around. He couldn’t stop laughing.

“Joon-” he inhaled hard in between laughs, “what on earth are you doing?!”

Namjoon stopped poking and pinching his waist, setting his hands back to be a soft heavy comfort over his middle.

“Statistically speaking, you ate close to twenty thousand calories on Friday.”

Jungkook had never really thought to count calories. But when said out loud, that sounded like a shit-ton.

“-That means, your body should have munched up the first 2,000 for nutrition, which leaves an extra 18,000 left over.”

“Uh… where is this going?” he asked, confused. Math had never really agreed with him, and he could sense his boyfriend gearing up to spit more numbers. Jungkook wondered if he needed to go get his calculator to keep up with whatever was coming.

Namjoon drew his attention back by experimentally kneading his fingers into his waist again, searching. “Where the hell did those 18,000 calories of fat go? You don’t have an ounce on you.”

Jungkook giggled, his cheeks warming. Namjoon continued onward.

“Let’s say each takeout box has 40 grams of fat- a low estimate by the way, it’s probably closer to 60 or 70. You ate 6 full boxes, which is a low-ball of 800 grams of fat. There’s 464 grams in a pound, so you should have gained close to two pounds solely in cute squishy chub. That’s 8 sticks of butter currently missing from your belly. Where the hell are you hiding it, Jungkook? Why aren’t you all cute and chubby?”

Jungkook was laughing again. He leaned up and tilted his head back to place a kiss underneath Namjoon’s jaw, before he settled his hands over his boyfriends.

“I feel chubby,” he giggled playfully to egg him on, threading his fingers through Namjoon’s resting over his stomach.

“No I’m serious, like, where on earth are the two pounds of fat? You should be all nice and squishy.” Jungkook couldn’t stop laughing and gasping for breath once Namjoon resumed poking and trying to pinch around his middle, searching for squish. “How much do you have to eat to actually put on weight?”

Namjoon was grinning as Jungkook was curled on his side, wiping his watering eyes from laughing so hard.

“Trust me, if I wasn’t going to the gym every day of the week and burning it all off I would get fat really really quickly.”

Namjoon made a little scoff of disbelief, and dragged Jungkook back from where he had slipped to the ground from laughing to cuddle with him again. He kissed Jungkook’s cheek warmly, and resettled his hands over his waist, being gentle and loving again instead of tickling.

“You’d be so cute all chubby,” Namjoon pouted, “I’d love your adorably sexy little tummy all soft and squishy and I could knead your fluffy belly like a ball of dough when we cuddle and you’d jiggle when I patted.” He made a point to firmly pat below Jungkook’s belly button a few times, feeling with both hands, and pouted deeper. “See? No jiggle. Hyung is so sad.”

Jungkook couldn’t help but laugh again, this time at Namjoon’s cute expression, and ignored his own deep tingle of arousal. He tried to shove down the prickle of heat that arose with Namjoon’s words, and instead, he swiveled around to wrap his arms around the older. He buried his face in his neck, and hooked his legs around him like a koala.

Namjoon happily returned his embrace, tucking him close and making Jungkook sigh in happiness at the affection and contact.

He said quietly into Namjoon’s shoulder, “thank you for sharing my stomach fetish thing, and not thinking I’m super fucking weird. I really appreciate that you like it too, Joonie.”

Namjoon turned his head to kiss the side of Jungkook’s head. “Of course, baby. You know how much I love it.” Then he turned his voice into a playful tone and teased, “You’re like the God of all things tummies.”

Jungkook snickered and then sat back on Namjoon’s thighs, feeling curious and excited.

“I’ve never asked, how did you discover your fetish for tummies and inflation and all of that?”

Namjoon leaned back on the couch in thought, Jungkook taking the opportunity to stroke his hands up and down his boyfriend’s large shoulders. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jimin pass through the kitchen, but his best friend didn’t come and sit with them, which Jungkook was grateful for. He didn’t think Namjoon would talk with him openly about his kinks if Jimin was here too, and Jungkook was really really curious about what Namjoon would have to say.

Namjoon tutted his lips and furrowed his brows, apparently thinking very hard. “I think it was when I got into university?”

He met Jungkook’s eyes again, and a light pink spread across his cheeks. “Don’t think I’m weird.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes, sliding his hands over and across Namjoon’s chest soothingly. “We literally just calculated the fat percentage I should be sporting right now. I will not think you’re weird, hyung. You could never say anything that would make me think you’re weird.”

Namjoon’s face relaxed, and he scratched the back of his neck.

“Well, I had a roommate freshman year, who started a twig. Super nice guy named Jin, we became friends quickly, but seriously, the guy was the size of a pencil when we first met. Over the course of the semester, I noticed that he had started putting on weight. Not a ton, but he was eating all the time in our room, and it became noticeable…just enough that he kind of pooched when he sat, you know?”

Jungkook nodded, trying to keep his expression thoughtful because he would not laugh when his boyfriend was being vulnerable. Namjoon continued.

“And I found myself really wanting to touch him, not in a sexual way. But just, touch his stomach and feel the pounds he was putting on.”

“Did you?” Jungkook asked, curiously, and Namjoon shook his head vigorously.

“God no! That would be so creepy. And I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. We were friends, and I didn’t want him to know that I was fantasizing about him putting on more weight while I jerked off in the shower.”

Jungkook did giggle at that.

“-But it kept getting worse as the semester went on. The guy must have gained a ton now that I’m thinking back on it. After a couple of months his middle started pressing against the insides of his big shirts, making them stretch tight, and I literally had to sit on my hands whenever we hung out together.”

Jungkook pouted and ran his hands through his boyfriend’s hair, cooing, “awh, hyung. I’m sorry, that sounds really hard.”

Namjoon wasn’t as embarrassed now that he had opened the flood gates.

“And he kept putting on weight, and getting bigger throughout the year, and he got so fat that his shirts started to ride up, and his stomach started to show, but he didn’t seem to give a damn. He just laid in bed with his computer propped up on his stomach like a table, and watched anime and ate and ate. And oh my god, Kook, I thought I was going crazy. Not to mention beating myself up for thinking I was seriously fucked in the head. But I couldn’t tear my eyes away when we would eat dinner together, and his big belly rested on his thighs, and I just wanted my hands all over that stomach while he chowed down six cups of ramen like it was nothing, but I felt so disgusting for wanting it.”

Jungkook nodded, continuing to pet through Namjoon’s hair.

“And after a lot of time thinking over exactly why I liked it, I realized I liked the transformation, the expansion, and the process of getting bigger much more than just having a thing for fat people. Even though, seriously, every body type is gorgeous.”

Jungkook nodded again in understanding, continuing to listen.

“So I deep dived into the internet, found all about inflation. Found out I’m not some crazy fucked up psycho for wanting to touch my roomate’s stomach, and then had one hell of a time searching for the right kind of porn that was satisfying.”

Jungkook understood that.

There wasn’t much out there in this area, the only stuff was either super disturbing, or just downright degrading. There was a difference between enjoying watching someone eat, and intentionally body shaming them. Jungkook didn’t stand for it.

Namjoon continued thoughtfully. “So I dated and tried to figure out if I liked touching everyone’s stomachs, which update, is a no.”

Jungkook giggled at Namjoon’s expression and the mental image of him experimentally poking some nameless ex’s stomach.

“And I kept my kink to myself, since you can’t really say ‘hi do you mind eating dinner in my lap and me holding your stomach while you get full to see if it makes me super turned-on or not?’”

Jungkook snorted, grinning, because yes. That was very much not something you could do.

“And then,” Namjoon grinned, “one day I was fumbling around searching again for something that would scratch my itch, when the cutest boy popped up under new streamers on my favorite website with a big box of food. I clicked out of curiosity, since Mukbang is usually the closest thing I’ve found to being satisfying for my inflation kink. Turns out the shy 22 year old was fucking adorable, with big chocolatey eyes and the cutest mannerisms. And shit could that kid eat.”

Jungkook flushed, Namjoon now grinning at him.

“Let me tell you Kookie, I got off so hard that night of your first stream. And you literally just ate food, with your shirt covering everything. But oh my goodness, I was seriously impressed by how much you finished for how small you are. I could easily imagine what your tummy must be like under that baggy sweatshirt, cute and full and warm.”

Jungkook giggled again, and Namjoon’s hands came back to his stomach, making tingles erupt low in his core. “So I subscribed so fast, and kept watching. The lovely boy grew in confidence, and it was so cute. The first day you decided to take off your shirt, I almost died. Donated $500 on the spot.”

Jungkook burst out, “that was you!? You were my first huge donation.”

He could still remember how astonished and excited he had been, from the username KoyaLovesTummies.

Namjoon’s cheeks were red. “I watched every Friday little bunny, you became my weekly ritual of feeling amazing, and no longer being ashamed of what I liked.”

Jungkook smiled, happy he could help someone.

“So you can imagine I just about fainted when you walked into the coffee shop. Right in front of me, like you stepped right out of my head, but way taller, way cuter, and you fucking flirted with me. I wasn’t positive it was you, but you posted that photo of the coffee I made you.”

Jungkook remembered and then squeaked, “oh god you saw that?”

Namjoon grinned. “But I didn’t want you to think I was coming onto you just because I’ve watched your videos for years… I wanted you to be the one to initiate everything, so you didn’t feel taken advantage of.”

Namjoon brushed his fingers over Jungkook’s cheek.

“Rest is history, bun. Now I’m the luckiest guy on this planet, and I can’t believe that my boyfriend is so gorgeous, so kind, and doesn’t mind that I’m fucking obsessed with feeling his cute little tummy fill up.”

Jungkook’s ears felt hot, but he smiled and gave Namjoon a kiss, resolving, “I absolutely love it, Joonie. I’m going to have to write a thank you note to your college roommate for putting on the freshman fifteen, so now I can be with the best guy ever who I don’t have to hide a huge part of my life from.”

Namjoon chuckled, saying, “it quite honestly might have been the freshman fifty,” then asked curiously, “how did you discover your kink?”

They had already been through how Jungkook had started camming, how his kink developed, and how his channel had evolved into what it was now, but Jungkook had to think hard to figure out when his interest originated.

“I dunno. Even as a kid, I loved touching my stomach. It’s always made me feel good and I never really knew why. I always loved weird things in movies like-” his face got red, but Namjoon gave him an encouraging smile and ran his hands up and down his arms. “You know Star Wars? That big slug guy?”

Namjoon made every effort to hold back his giggle, and said yes, he knew about Jabba the hutt.

“I know this is so weird, but I always wanted him to like, eat a ton- and I swear I’m not crazy-”

Namjoon made a reassuring sound, “baby, I know you’re not crazy. It’s completely okay.”

Jungkook exhaled, “I just wanted him to eat a ton, get fatter, I dunno. There were also a couple of video games where like a monster or something would eat a character and like comically burp and say yum with a huge belly afterwards, and I would always just stare at it, and replay it and I never knew why.”

Namjoon nodded in understanding, petting his arms, and Jungkook was so happy his boyfriend didn’t think he was literally insane.

“Wasn’t until I was a teenager that I discovered I got horny as hell when I tried pushing my stomach out into my hands though. I took choir, and we had to breathe with our diaphragms, and one day our teacher had us all breathe in and suck in as much air as possible and feel with our hands so we were breathing right. Holy shit was that a revelation for me.”

Namjoon gave another kind smile, moving his hands over Jungkook’s middle and rubbing softly.

“I did that a ton at home. Still didn’t really know why it made me feel so good, but that was the first time I was like oh wow.” Jungkook continued honestly, “so I experimented on my own. When I got older I tried dating too, but no one else was into it. The closest thing I found in college was one super creepy guy asking me if I was into vore, and if he could literally eat me, and that I would taste better if I ate fast-food beforehand.”

Namjoon’s face grew worried, but Jungkook waved his hands dismissively. “Don’t worry. Ran away as fast as possible, reported him too. That’s a big no for me.” Jungkook laughed and Namjoon relaxed. “Comical and badly created ‘90s kid videogames with hungry monsters are very different from actually being a psycho who eats people.”

Namjoon let out an exhale of laughter.

“One day I got curious if I could make my stomach as full with food as just pushing it out with your diaphragm, because it would be nice to touch and hold without me having to hold my breath. I ate as much as I physically could to feel my stomach push out, and boom. Super hot. Super into it. And here we are.”

Namjoon smiled, then kissed his cheek, saying, “Well I’m very lucky no one else liked it, considering I get you all to myself now. You’re the best ever, Kookie, and I can happily promise that I would never try to eat you like that crazy guy.”

Jungkook snickered, and then asked cutely, “not even a little bit?”

Namjoon playfully smirked back, licking his lips and skimming his fingers up and down Jungkook’s bare sides. “Not vore, baby. I would definitely like to eat you in other ways though.”

Jungkook’s face got hot, and his heart sped up.

He smacked Namjoon’s shoulder in a panic, “you can’t just flip on the daddy switch with no warning. It makes me all,” he fluttered his hands around nervously.

Namjoon’s head fell back with laughter, and his hands slid around from underneath Jungkook’s sweater to squeeze his ass, making Jungkook even more flustered.

“Daddy switch?”

Jungkook sputtered, trying to think up a defense.

Namjoon just tugged him against his chest, firmly gripping his ass and chuckling as Jungkook squirmed.

“I’ll try to give you more warning next time,” Namjoon said cheekily, his eyes in happy crescents as his shoulders shook.

“G-good,” Jungkook grasped Namjoon’s shoulders to steady himself, as the man gave his backside a squeeze, with a big smile. Namjoon playfully began kneading the thick muscles in his hands. Jungkook squeaked, tipped over, and scurried away to the corner of the couch, sputtering again as his stomach prickled hotly.

“D-don’t do that unless you’re going to fuck me,” he blurted out, and Namjoon’s smirk widened.

“What? Don’t touch your ass?” The man’s slanted grin made Jungkook’s stomach heat up even more as he inched closer.

“S-stay there!” Jungkook pointed an accusatory finger as Namjoon did not stay on his side of the couch, and almost prowled forwards towards him.

“What?” Namjoon asked softly, “my baby is suddenly shy now?”

Jungkook put up both of his hands against Namjoon’s chest, but wasn’t really trying to push him away. Heart racing, Jungkook began to lean back against the armrest of the couch in a half-hearted attempt to create distance as the older kept moving forward over him.

“I- I-I’m still full,” he weakly defended, “we said we’d wait until I’m back to normal again.”

Namjoon quirked an eyebrow, and one of his palms moved underneath his sweater to experimentally run over Jungkook’s stomach, feeling, despite the fact that the older had been touching him all weekend and knew exactly what he would feel like. It made Jungkook’s core prickle with arousal.

“You feel thin enough to me,” Namjoon smirked again, and gave Jungkook’s only slightly-distended stomach a meaningful pat, before continuing to slink forward, sliding his hands around to Jungkook’s sides.

A whimper unintentionally escaped Jungkook, and he was running out of excuses as he arched backwards over the arm rest, and Namjoon’s hands snuck behind him, first rubbing against the back of his waist, and then sliding down to grip the meat of Jungkook’s ass.

His core was igniting again from Namjoon’s touches, and he felt heat and desire pooling in the pit of his abdomen.

Namjoon slid closer, and hummed in contentment as his hands gave another squeeze and his fingers kneaded into his backside, “Mmmmm, you feel so good, baby. How is every part of you amazing?”

Jungkook’s eyes were fluttering, his hands now gripping Namjoon’s sweatshirt and tugging him closer. His mind was about 5 seconds away from shutting off completely.

“You can touch me back, you know?” Namjoon said, softly, before a sarcastic tone crept into his voice, “my shirt isn’t exactly my best feature.”

A laugh bubbled up from Jungkook’s throat, and he moved his hands to press flat against Namjoon’s chest, not-so-subtly feeling his pecs. “I love your chest,” he mumbled distractedly.

Namjoon quirked an eyebrow, then was suddenly sitting up, pulling his hands away from Jungkook and the bubble of seduction that always seemed to follow him.

Jungkook pouted at the distance. What a fucking tease.

Jungkook sat up too, now realizing how bent backwards he had been over the armrest. He began complaining and protesting about how it was unfair of Namjoon to come onto him like a hungry lion just to retreat, but the words soon died in his throat.

Namjoon pulled his sweatshirt off over his head, and unceremoniously dropped it onto the floor.

Holy shit.

A light dusting of pink spread across Namjoon’s cheeks and nose, but his voice was smooth and didn’t waver. “I just realized that I’ve seen you without your shirt on quite a few times now, but haven’t ever repaid the favor. That wasn’t very nice of me.”

Jungkook’s eyes were glued to the expanse of honeyed skin in front of him delicately laid over thick muscle.

He swallowed to make sure he wasn’t drooling. “Uh- wow. Holy shit, you’re so hot.”

His fingers were twitching by his sides, eager to make contact.

Namjoon shyly scratched the back of his neck, his cheeks flushing a darker shade of red.

Jungkook did his best to pick up his jaw off the floor.

“C-can I touch you, hyung? Please?”

Jungkook looked at Namjoon with his best pleading puppy expression, because if the man said no he was going to have a tantrum on the floor like a toddler being denied candy.

Namjoon nodded, his fingers nervously playing with one of his earlobes.

Jungkook probably should have restrained himself so he didn’t pounce like a leopard. However, he was not the strongest soldier.

He’d been daydreaming about the other’s chest for months, and now he was finally going to be able to do exactly as he wanted.

Namjoon toppled back with the force of Jungkook’s attack, and let out a small laugh as he fell onto the seat cushions of the couch.

Jungkook quickly climbed on top of him. “Holy crap, hyung,” he said in disbelief as he sat on Namjoon’s stomach, knees on either side of him as the man let out the closest thing he had ever heard to a giggle from him.

“You’re fucking stacked.”

A little sound left Jungkook’s mouth involuntarily as his hands came in contact with Namjoon’s chest. His skin was so satiny.

He spread his palms and ran them up and down, basking in the amazing feeling.

“God, you’re so gorgeous,” he said in awe as he mapped out every dip and curve of Namjoon, sliding his fingertips across his collarbones, running them down the deep line in the middle of his chest, and splaying his palms flat over the muscled pecs.

Jungkook could feel Namjoon’s heart beating against the palm of his hand, and smiled that it was thumping borderline ferociously.

“Calm down, hyung,” he smiled softly, “Please don’t be nervous. I won’t hurt you.”

Namjoon shook his head, and said, voice thick, “I’m not nervous, Kook-ah.”

Jungkook lifted his brows, and tapped over Namjoon’s racing heartbeat with two of his fingers as evidence.

“Not nervous,” the man repeated, and Jungkook felt Namjoon’s hands slide up the sides of his thighs, palms warm through his sweatpants, “...just excited.”

Jungkook smiled. Namjoon was so cute. He leaned down and pecked his boyfriend’s cheek that was no longer red and blushing, before sitting back up to keep adoring him.

Jungkook skimmed his hands across every inch that he could, touching Namjoon’s soft skin and thinking that his body was like the calm quiet of the ocean when there was no wind, water glassy and smooth.

“You’re amazing, hyung. I’ve wanted to touch you like this for so long,” he said in reverence as he drew all of Namjoon’s shapes and shadows, exploring his uncovered arms and scooting back so he could feel and draw over Namjoon’s stomach and waist.

Namjoon’s waist was trim, and his stomach was soft, not ridged with abdomen muscles, but toned nonetheless. Jungkook happily ran his hands all over, and then giggled, giving Namjoon’s stomach a small poke.

“Would you ever be open to eating for me?” He asked, batting his eyelashes.

Namjoon chucked, “I eat every day, Kookie,” he said factually and Jungkook playfully rolled his eyes.

“You know what I meant. Your tummy would look so cute and sexy full,” he laid both of his palms over Namjoon’s upper stomach, feeling as the man laughed.

“Sure, love. I’d do anything for you.”

Jungkook felt a little winded at that confession, but smiled at how warm it made his heart.

He slid back further to sit on his hips, and ran his hands down the rest of Namjoon’s stomach, making the man exhale and a little shiver run through him.

“Everything okay?” Jungkook asked, wanting to make sure he wasn’t causing any sort of discomfort in his touches.

Namjoon nodded, his hands giving Jungkook’s thighs a reassuring squeeze, and relaxed again, shutting his eyes.

Jungkook continued tracing over Namjoon’s waist, delighting in the way the older’s hands would reflexively squeeze the sides of his legs, and Jungkook thought that Namjoon didn’t even realize he was doing it.

Goosebumps rose on Namjoon’s skin as he experimentally skimmed his fingertips below his belly button, scooting back further to do so, and outlining a steady V of Namjoon’s hip bones.

Everything about Namjoon was steady, consistent, and reliable.

He thought with fondness that his boyfriend was much like the bonsai tree that he so loved, and thought that he would probably be delighted to hear as such. Jungkook opened his mouth to tell him, sifting his fingers up and down the warm skin of Namjoon’s waist and hips, but a low moan cut off his words before he could even voice them.

Jungkook looked up, away from his hands, and realized that Namjoon’s head was tilted back against the couch cushions. His lips were parted in pleasure, and his chest was rising and falling with heavy breath.

“Hyung?” he asked tentatively, never seeing the man this way before and wanting to make sure he wasn’t doing something wrong.

“Please don’t stop, Jungkookie,” Namjoon breathed, his hands squeezing Jungkook’s thighs.

Jungkook blinked a few times, and then the biggest grin spread across his face.

He was happy that Namjoon wasn’t able to see it.

Namjoon was affected.

By him.

He’d always felt like he was the one slipping when the man kissed him, and to have it reversed… it was amazing.

He resumed his gentle touches, wanting to make Namjoon feel as good as possible.

“Tell me what you like, Joon-hyung,” he said softly, like he was coaxing an animal out from underneath a bed.

He traced back up Namjoon’s chest lightly.

“Everything,” Namjoon nearly groaned, and that didn’t really answer Jungkook’s question, but he just internally shrugged, and skimmed his fingers lightly up the side of Namjoon’s neck. His head fell to the side, giving Jungkook more space to touch, and he smiled to himself. His hyung’s skin really was so flawless, it was almost unfair.

Jungkook leaned down, and gently placed a kiss underneath his ear. The response was instantaneous, Namjoon’s low sound of desire made Jungkook’s core heat up, and he kissed his neck again, alternating between small nibbles and soothing presses of his lips, leaving a line of flushed pink skin in his wake.

Namjoon’s hands couldn’t reach Jungkook’s thighs as he slowly worked down, kissing over his collarbones, and his hands gripped at his back.

Jungkook smiled into the warm skin as he kissed over the base of his throat and worked across and down his chest, which was rising and falling rapidly.

Curious, Jungkook turned his head to the side and listened against Namjoon’s chest, elated when the thumping heartbeat was even less steady as before, more erratic and pumping louder.

He soothed over the spot by pressing a long kiss right over his hyung’s heart.

Namjoon’s hands slowly slid up his back, pulling his shirt along with them as he moved down, kissing over his ribs.

Namjoon was much quieter than Jungkook was when he was being kissed. However, intermittent low sounds of pleasure kept spilling from his hyung’s full lips, and Jungkook couldn’t help but smile that he was the one making it happen.

He kissed down Namjoon’s flat stomach, taking extra time just because he loved it so much.

Namjoon’s desperate fingers gripped his shoulders for purchase, before exiting his reach, and instead threading through Jungkook’s hair.

Namjoon mumbled soft little breaths that sounded remarkably similar to his name, making Jungkook’s chest light up again in happiness at being able to give back to the man that he loved.

Namjoon’s hands were messily running through Jungkook’s hair and giving soft tugs, making tingles prickle down the base of his skull and fizzle down his spine.

Namjoon nearly whimpered when Jungkook gently kissed a circle around the man’s perfect little oval of a belly button, before sliding lower and taking a long while to explore every centimeter of honeyed skin below Namjoon’s navel.

Pressing soft kisses to each hip bone, unrestrained noises were slipping from Namjoon’s lips as his hands fisted in his hair. Jungkook smiled into his skin, stopping at the low hem of his sweatpants, and folded down the hem once, relishing in his hyung’s gasp. Jungkook pressed tiny nibbling kisses against the new inch of skin, before he waited for a moment, making sure Namjoon could feel his breath against the skin damp from kisses in between his hips, before he began torturously kissing back up.

Namjoon’s hands scrambled against his back, and he breathed out, “n-no.”

Jungkook kissed up his neck, feeling a little bit evil, and nibbled on his earlobe as Namjoon’s hands desperately tugged on his waist.

“Kook-ah,” he breathed in protest.

“Yes, hyung?” he asked softly and dripping with sweetness, wanting to hear the man say it.

Namjoon just made a soft breathy wine, then asked, “w-why didn’t…” Jungkook waited for his hyung to finish his sentence, but after a long silence, he came to the conclusion that saying it would just be as satisfying as hearing it from Namjoon.

“Why didn’t I blow you?” he gave a soft giggle, and Namjoon all but arched underneath him, tugging his hips down flush. “Because I’m mean,” he pressed a kiss to Namjoon’s cheek, but before the man could protest that he was really fucking mean, Jungkook rolled his hips down into the older’s.

A breathy sound of relief washed out of Namjoon, and Jungkook kissed his cheek again, saying, “but don’t worry hyung, I’m not that mean.”

He began a slow and steady rolling of his hips into Namjoons, grinding down upon his hyung’s hard outline of his dick and soaking in all of the low and deep noises that escaped from him as Namjoon tugged on Jungkook’s waist and hips. Any form of friction seemed to simultaneously sedate and rile Namjoon up, and his fingers scratched up his back, just to press into Jungkook’s shoulders and slide his blunt nails down to the base of his spine.

He almost hissed in pleasure at the older grasping and borderline clawing at his back, and dug his hips against Namjoon a little bit harder, putting more force behind his movements.

Namjoon gasped, and then his eyes flew open, meeting Jungkook’s gaze above him. “I’m- I’m going to-”

Pleasure coiled deep in Jungkook’s stomach, and he leaned down, continually rutting into his boyfriend and breathed deep against his ear, “hyung, come for me.”

Another sharp inhale flew into Namjoon, making his chest rise pleasantly against Jungkook’s and the older tensed all over as he fell over the edge and his orgasm hit. Jungkook did his best to help him through it, keeping a steady and deep circular movement of his hips until the older was panting and limp.

“Feel good?” Jungkook asked softly, the sweetness in his voice genuine, because he really wanted to be told that he’d done a good job for his hyung.

“F-fuck, Kook,” Namjoon’s large frame trembled as he came down from his high, skin lined with a thin sheen of sweat. “Y-yes I feel amazing.”

Jungkook happily nuzzled his neck, delighted as the older wrapped his strong arms around him.

Very quietly, he asked into Namjoon’s ear, “I did a good job for you, hyung?”

A breathy chuckle made Namjoon’s chest contract against his, “just two minutes ago you were growling at me to come for you and grinding into my cock like crazy, and now you’re the softest sweetheart wanting to know if you did a good job?”

Namjoon turned his head to the side, kissing the side of Jungkook’s face, and supplying him with the words he knew the elder felt. “Baby, you did amazing. You were so perfect. You’re making me continually fall in love with you a little bit more each day, if that’s even possible, and now I just had one of the best orgasms of my life and we weren’t even really doing anything. It’s obvious that it’s because of you, love.”

Jungkook giggled, snuggling down into Namjoon and leaving feather kisses on him, hugging him tightly and basking in the returned embrace.

Jungkook happily laid there for as long as it took for Namjoon to piece himself back together, stroking through the silver hair and soaking in his boyfriend’s warmth.

After what felt like a long time, Namjoon kissed his cheek and said in a voice much more even, “I’m better now. Thank you for waiting, sweetheart.”

Jungkook didn’t want to get up, but knew that Namjoon would want to get cleaned up, so he reluctantly lifted himself off of the glorious chest, pouting only a little, and making Namjoon laugh.

His eyes formed the crescents and his dimples flashed. “Don’t worry, my baby bunny. I’ll stay tonight, and we can cuddle more. We just have to make sure to wake up early for work.”

With the prospect that Namjoon was staying again instead of needing to head back home because the weekend was over, his heart lightened considerably and he returned the smile, pulling Namjoon to his feet and giving him a final kiss.

“After you shower, hyung, how does a big mug of hot chocolate sound?” Jungkook’s stomach gave a small growl at his mention of something as wonderful as hot chocolate, and Namjoon’s eyebrow quirked again.

“You’re trying to get me into bed. With your sexy tummy growls, that’s what’s going on here?”

Jungkook shook his head, eyes wide, because he’d really meant everything innocently, despite the noise from his stomach that Namjoon had confessed yesterday always made him really turned on.

Namjoon just grinned, and then pulled Jungkook in for another kiss, making him smile into his mouth when Namjoon said softly, “Yes, love, hot choco with you would be wonderful.”

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Chapter Text

Jungkook double-checked the studio number outside of the frosted glass door before popping his head in. He balanced the three coffees and large bags of lunch hanging from his arms as he open the handle with his elbow and slid inside the music recording booth.

“Yoongi-hyung,” he said in greeting as he walked into the dimly lit room.

The man hunched over the soundboard with huge headphones on one ear turned over his shoulder, and gave Jungkook a happy gummy smile. Jungkook considered himself incredibly lucky to receive his hyung’s rare smiles, which were usually only reserved for Jimin.

“Kook-ah,” he drawled in greeting, and turned back to adjust a dial on the large array of complicated looking switches.

Jungkook set down the bags and coffee on an empty table, grabbed the iced americano, and placed it in front of Yoongi.

“That’s from Jimin,” Jungkook gave Yoongi’s shoulder an affectionate squeeze, a reminder that if Jimin was here he would rag on his boyfriend for not sitting up straight. Yoongi subconsciously stretched taller, and Jungkook smiled to himself as he walked back to the table and food. “He also says for you to check your phone,” Jungkook relayed the message Jimin had pounded into his brain as he took the boxes of food out of the plastic bags.

Yoongi made a noncommittal hum to tell Jungkook that he’d heard.

When Jungkook slid over in the extra rolling chair with his coffee in hand, Yoongi panicked and slammed his phone face down on the table, his cheeks flushing bright red.

Jungkook did not want to know. He would just safely assume that Jimin was always up to something… and Jimin’s something always involved sex.

To distract from the growing silence, Jungkook fiddled with his earring and turned his attention to the studio window. This was the whole reason he had come all the way across town in the first place.

Namjoon was standing in the recording booth, equally huge headphones on, and his lips were moving near lightspeed against the large microphone.

Jungkook’s stomach got warm, and he tugged on his large sweatshirt sleeves to distract himself. He couldn’t hear what Namjoon was rapping, but his boyfriend’s eyes were closed in passion, and his hands were moving expressively while his head bopped.

Namjoon was so beautiful when he was like this, Jungkook’s heart felt like it had grown three times larger than normal.

“Can I listen, hyung?” He asked quietly, and Yoongi made another hum, ignoring his apparent embarrassment from whatever Jimin had sent.

Yoongi plopped a second set of obnoxiously huge noise-canceling headphones over Jungkook’s head, and Namjoon’s deep voice filled his ears, laid over a thrumming bass.

Jungkook could feel his face get warm as the heat in his stomach fizzled more intensely.

Yoongi next to him chuckled and playfully shoved his shoulder, “no fucking until he’s finished.”

Jungkook sputtered and protested, but Yoongi just gave his breathy crinkling laugh.

Ignoring his hyung, Jungkook pouted and focused back in on Namjoon, whose eyes were still shut. His deep voice was full of passion and washed in waves over Jungkook. Namjoon’s quick words complimented the beat of the music so well that Jungkook wanted to hear the voice alone without any background track.

“He’s amazing,” he mumbled in awe, and Yoongi hummed to agree.

After a minute, the beat finished, and he could hear Namjoon’s breath from the effort it took to spit so many words with such concentration and devotion to the lyrics he had written.

A small crackle in Jungkook’s headphones let him know that Yoongi had pressed a button allowing his drawling voice to go through. “Great job Joon-ah, do you want to go again, or have some food? Lunch and a bunny just arrived.”

Namjoon opened his eyes, and saw Jungkook sitting on the other side of the window. His face broke out into a big smile, his eyes crinkling in happiness, and it made Jungkook’s heart stutter and melt a little bit inside of him.

“Do we need to go again, hyung?” Namjoon asked even as his eyes were locked with Jungkook’s through the glass and Yoongi hummed in response, ignoring how hard they were both staring at each other.

“How about you come out. Let’s eat and listen to see if you want anything changed or tweaked. You did great.”

Joon’s smile turned shy at the praise from the older, and Jungkook agreed in his head, because Yoongi didn’t give compliments lightly.

Namjoon exited the booth and Yoongi sipped his iced coffee, swiveling to face the computer screen. With Yoongi’s back turned, Namjoon leaned both of his hands on the arm rests of Jungkook’s chair and captured his lips in a kiss.

Jungkook’s stomach heated up even more as his boyfriend loomed over him, trapping him in place in the absolute best kind of way. He mumbled something against Jungkook’s mouth, making a sigh of happiness leave him even though he couldn’t hear what the older one said. He still had the large studio headphones squished over his ears.

Jungkook made a little ‘huh?’ sound into his boyfriend’s mouth, and Namjoon’s fingers nimbly lifted the padded headphones off of him.

He repeated, “you’re so cute in these big honkin’ ugly things.”

Jungkook giggled, tilting his face up to kiss him again until Yoongi drawled, “I’m turning around in three seconds, and if I puke in my own studio you guys are cleaning it up.”

Namjoon pulled back from Jungkook’s face, standing upright with the admittedly quite hideous headphones in his hand, and replied cheekily, “all clear hyung.”

Yoongi couldn’t see Jungkook’s pout because his lips were met with cold air instead of his boyfriend’s warm and velvety mouth, but Namjoon’s smile slanted up at the corners and he gave him a look that expressed clearly, later.

They all three turned to the food that Jungkook had brought, both of his hyungs saying thank you and making Jungkook feel like he was getting verbal hugs, involuntarily smiling at making his friends happy.

He slid the hot hazelnut latte into Namjoon’s ring-adorned hand and sipped his own black coffee, answering with a shrug when asked why he stopped by. “I was in the neighborhood, and wanted to bring you guys lunch.”

Yoongi tsked, since it was quite obvious that his studio was nearly a half hour drive from where Jungkook lived. But, he affectionately ruffled Jungkook’s hair anyways and gave him a thankful expression, not needing to put his feelings into words for Jungkook to understand.

After they finished eating the rice and vegetables, all three listened to the most recent recording of Namjoon’s song multiple times. Jungkook was just enamored with how amazing Namjoon sounded, even though the other two were deep in conversation discussing changes and tweaking minute things.

Jungkook was perfectly content to lazily swivel in the chair back and forth, and sip his coffee while he listened to the pouring lyrics and passion through the studio speakers.

Yoongi’s voice brought him out of his daze, “-what if we put some background vocals here? Kook-ah, are you busy?”

Jungkook sat up straight, no idea what they had been talking about.

“Sorry, hyung?”

Namjoon chuckled with fondness in his eyes at Jungkook once again being lost in his thoughts, and he willed himself not to blush under his boyfriend’s affectionate gaze.

“You’re here means you can help.” Yoongi said with finality, and plucked the coffee from his hands, nudging Jungkook into the sound booth.

“I uh- sorry?” he said, confused, as Yoongi closed the door behind Jungkook, trapping him inside of the small room. Yoongi gave him a huge gummy grin and pointed to the headphones sitting on the stand next to the mic, clearly telling him that if they wanted to talk, Jungkook would need to put them on.

He let the large cushioned speakers settle over his ears.

“Hyung, I haven’t done this in forever,” he pouted at Yoongi through the window, his heart rate increasing at the thought of singing in front of Namjoon.

“It’s no different than the guides I asked you to sing, and that song with Jimin. You’ll be fine Kook-ah.”

This was very different.

That was all for fun, him and Jimin screwing around while Yoongi needed practice learning how to control the audio dials and sound system. It hadn’t mattered what they sounded like at the time, just as long as they were making noise, Yoongi was happy. Jungkook had never even heard what Yoongi had recorded that day.

“I- uh,” he slowly nodded, “um. Okay.”

Namjoon was standing next to Yoongi, the headphones comically huge, and he flashed a smile of encouragement, little dimples saying hello.

It soothed Jungkook’s nerves, and after a breath, he felt his heart slow back down.

He had sung a lot in college and had been in multiple productions that required him to sing. He had always loved his vocal lessons, even if it had felt obnoxiously rigorous at the time. However, he hadn’t sang anywhere outside of the shower or his car in a year or so, and the idea of starting again mixed him with happiness at falling back into something he had loved, combined with nervousness that he wouldn’t be any good.

He bit his lip, thinking hard. This was just for his hyungs… the stakes were very low, and Jungkook wouldn’t mind attempting, especially if it could help them out with their project.

Yoongi’s voice crackled in his ears. “Just sing whatever you want with the track, Kook-ah. No worries at all. This is just for fun, m’kay? I’ll play the bite back every time on loop so you can hear what you’ve added and keep going with it.”

Jungkook nodded and gave a thumbs up, before sticking his tongue out playfully and grinning, making Namjoon’s shoulders shake with a laugh and Yoongi’s eyes roll.

The audio filled his ears, more intense in the headphones than it had been in the studio speakers. Namjoon’s deep voice added so much to the track, and Jungkook closed his eyes and listened hard, picturing where he would want background vocals.

The third time through he got a better sense of what he could picture in his head, like adding colors to the canvas of black and white text. He started singing softly in different places where he could envision the layers that he wanted to build up.

The track restarted again, and he could hear his additions, going over it again and harmonizing with himself. This all came back to him much easier than he had thought it would, and he fell into how much fun it was. He added more harmonies each time he listened to what he had built, and couldn’t keep from smiling as he kept layering, his eyes closed and hands playing absentmindedly with the strings of his hoodie.

After adding a final swell to the bridge like how he envisioned it in his mind, he waited for it to restart again. He paused and listened to it all the way through, then gave a satisfied nod, opening his eyes to see Yoongi leaning back in his chair with a smug smile on his face, and Namjoon staring with huge saucers for eyes and his mouth hanging open.

Jungkook could feel his cheeks heat up, the embarrassment coming through now that he had stepped out of his creative sphere, and his smile turned shy.

“Was that okay?” he asked nervously into the microphone, and Yoongi’s voice replaced the track, his words calming him.

“Wonderful, Kook-ah… You broke Joonie though, which is really a bummer since I had a whole set that I wanted him to rap this afternoon. Looks like I’ll just have to get someone else to do it.” Yoongi sighed dramatically, and it made Jungkook giggle.

Namjoon’s eyes were still huge as he stared at him through the studio window, but he closed his mouth, keeping himself from looking like a fish.

Jungkook hung up the headphones back in place, and stepped out of the recording booth, saying to Yoongi, “thanks hyung, that was really fun.”

Yoongi smiled again with his gums, nodding since he really did know what was best when it came to music. His hyung stood up, and walked towards the door. “I have to get some files,” was the only explanation Yoongi gave before he was gone, leaving Jungkook looking after him curiously.

He slowly turned back to face Namjoon, the shyness creeping up again. The older took off the headphones and blinked in disbelief. “You-” he pointed to Jungkook, “a-and you just-” he pointed to the empty recording booth, “a-and then you-”

Jungkook hid his hot cheeks with the ends of his sweatshirt, but couldn’t keep from smiling.

Namjoon walked the few steps to be right in front of him, still shell-shocked. “A-and-”

Jungkook giggled while Namjoon shook his head in disbelief. “You never told me you have the voice of an angel.”

Jungkook hid further into the paws of his sweatshirt, his heart speeding up under Namjoon’s star-struck expression. Namjoon gently removed his hands from his face, and pulled him against his chest.

The contact made Jungkook exhale in happiness, and he wanted to snuggle into Namjoon’s comforting warmth.

Instead however, Jungkook squeaked in shock when Namjoon gripped the back of his thighs tightly, and he yelped as he was abruptly hoisted into the air, scrambling for Namjoon’s shoulders so he wouldn’t fall backwards.

“Joon!” he exclaimed at being so caught off-guard, but was quickly shut up as Namjoon crushed his lips over Jungkook’s. It only took him a second to register what was happening as Namjoon wrapped his legs around his waist, before Jungkook’s brain caught up to Namjoon desperately kissing him. Jungkook happily giggled against his boyfriend’s mouth, and returned his kiss to match his intensity.

“Mmmm-” Jungkook hummed as Namjoon’s deep flavor spread across his tongue, mixed with the tangy spices that were in their lunch, “-you liked it?”

Namjoon made a deep noise of affirmation and longing into his mouth, his hands firmly gripping underneath Jungkook’s thighs, and Jungkook’s back made contact with the cool wooden wall of the studio.

“I fucking loved it,” Namjoon breathed, and aligned them better, pushing his body into Jungkook’s and sliding his hands to squeeze Jungkook’s ass as he slid his tongue over his bottom lip.

Jungkook’s brain was fizzling out, and he grounded himself with feeling his hyung’s silky hair spill between his fingers. Namjoon overrode all of his senses, making him melt and sink deep into the pleasure his boyfriend was providing.

“You really are my angel,” Namjoon tilted his head to slant their lips, confessing quietly, and Jungkook gasped as Namjoon slid his tongue into his mouth.

Jungkook made a soft noise at the sensation, and fisted the hair in his grip to keep himself rooted, otherwise he would be swept away like a helpless ship to a storm at sea.

He tried to respond, to tell Namjoon he loved him, but all he was able to get out were a series of whimpers as his hyung desperately licked into his mouth and bit his lips, his large hands squeezing Jungkook’s ass and his hips beginning to circle and grind into Jungkook’s.

He whimpered again, his stomach heating up with want as Namjoon enveloped him. His flavor, his embrace, his lips, everything about him wrapping Jungkook up in a thick blanket, while simultaneously making Jungkook need so much more.

“H-hyung,” he was able to gasp out with a few tugs on his silver hair, as Namjoon’s lips ran across his cheek and began nibbling on his ear.

“Baby,” he murmured, his voice deep and scratchy, “you’ve given me a new fantasy, just now, with your angel voice.”

Jungkook asked curiously, head falling to the side and eyes fluttering as Namjoon gently bit his neck, not registering anything that wasn’t his hyung. “W-what is it?”

Namjoon hummed with pleasure, his hands squeezing again, and his hips gave a deliberate buck into his own. Jungkook’s brain stuttered as the hard outline of his hyung’s dick ground into him.

“I’d like to fuck you, and record it,” Namjoon growled into his ear, “and play it back, and hear all of your gorgeous noises. Maybe I’d make it into a song.”

Jungkook couldn’t stop the sound of desire that bubbled out of him, evoked by Namjoon’s seductive words and voice, and the image playing out in his head.

“Yes, just like that, baby. I want to record that.” Namjoon gave a harsh suck to the sensitive skin just over his pulse, and Jungkook gasped hard, gripping his hair as Namjoon’s hips ground against his again, turning his inhale into a needy whine.

He knew he must sound embarrassing, but he didn’t care even in the slightest.

He just craved more. So much more.

He brokenly breathed Namjoon’s name, and the older licked soothingly over the stinging spot he had sucked against his pounding pulse.

Namjoon said the words that shattered Jungkook’s content daze of lust, “...but not now, little bunny. Yoongi hyung will be back at any moment.”

His hyung was evil.

Namjoon pulled away, and Jungkook tried to chase his mouth, to get more kisses and sink back into the deep satisfaction of Namjoon. His boyfriend smirked, but his pupils were blown wide, and his lips were swollen.

Jungkook made another whine, one of protest, as Namjoon set him back down on his unsteady feet. Jungkook wobbled, his knees not working properly, and gripped Namjoon’s arms for dear life.

“N-not fair,” he choked out, trying to clear his brain of the heavy fog Namjoon caused.

A satisfied chuckle reverberated from Namjoon’s chest and he mumbled, “cute,” making Jungkook half-heartedly smack him, but still unable to stand up normally.

Namjoon walked him over to one of the chairs, setting him down in it, and kissed both of his flushed cheeks. Jungkook’s mind was slowly returning, and he had the mental capacity to glare daggers at Namjoon. His hyung was next-level evil.

“You’re mean,” he spat, but his voice was still thick and groggy, and it had no real anger to it.

Namjoon skimmed his fingers over the sensitive spot on Jungkook’s neck. His skin erupted in tingles and he could imagine the red splotch was probably already beginning to darken.

His hyung sat across from Jungkook in Yoongi’s chair, grinning happily, and gave a cocky shrug, “you’ve been mean to me too baby bunny, I’m just returning the favor.”

“Yeah, but you still got off. This is just plain evil.” Jungkook pouted, and resigned himself to the fate that he would have to wait out the aching heat that demanded attention from Namjoon grinding into him, instead of fucking his boyfriend in the sound booth like he now wanted to.

Thanks a lot Namjoon for planting the idea into his brain.

His only consolation was that Namjoon would also be battling with the same feeling, willing himself to not be hard enough to notice, and it made Jungkook smirk happily.

“How are you going to get any more work done today?” Jungkook teased as Namjoon lounged across from him, apparently content to watch as Jungkook was slowly putting himself back together piece by piece.

“I’m not,” Namjoon grinned, “I’ll only be thinking of pressing you up against that glass with the mic on, and doing everything I can to make sure that you’re loud.”

Jungkook’s cheeks and ears heated up, and he reached for his coffee cup to cover it up, taking a swig but frowning that the liquid was now too cold. They both sat for much longer than was necessary for Yoongi to go get some files or whatever he was actually doing. However, Jungkook was thankful that it gave him enough time for the pounding heat pooled in his abdomen to fizzle out.

He drank more of his luke-warm coffee and asked as Namjoon finished his latte, “you’re coming over tonight?”

Namjoon smirked. “Sorry love, I can’t.”

Jungkook pouted deeper. He just knew that Namjoon was being intentionally mean by kissing him hard enough to see stars, only to say he had a meeting or work or some shit.

“Hyunnnng,” Jungkook whined, his head falling back against the chair, and Namjoon snickered. “What the fuck could you possibly be doing that’s more important than doing me?” He complained hard enough to throw a fit, and Namjoon laughed harder.

“Sorry baby,” Namjoon sounded like a cheeky brat, “I have to have dinner with my parents tonight in Yeoui-dong, they probably will insist that I spend the night too.”

Jungkook groaned, because of course Namjoon would have a legitimate reason that was too wholesome for him to keep whining about not getting screwed into his mattress. He resigned himself and sighed, replying, “fine. That’s a good reason.”

He knew that Namjoon didn’t get to spend much time with his parents at all due to their busy schedules, and that any time that he did was very sacred.

Namjoon stood up, and leaned over Jungkook’s chair again, like how he had earlier when Jungkook arrived. “I promise I’ll do you, baby bunny,” he smirked and Jungkook’s stomach ignited again as his boyfriend surrounded him.

He swallowed, and Namjoon placed a kiss on his lips that was much too soft for how heated and restless and horny Jungkook was feeling.

“...Just not tonight.” Namjoon moved back, leaving Jungkook cold. He slumped down in his seat, just in time for Yoongi to come back to the studio, opening the door and waltzing in like nothing had happened in the past half hour.

Jungkook let out another sigh and tipped back the rest of his cold coffee.

“Joon-ah let’s run it again,” he kicked Namjoon out of his chair and back into the recording booth, “I’m keeping Kookie’s vocals, thanks kiddo.” Yoongi ruffled his dongsaeng’s hair and courteously ignored the fresh red splotch that Namjoon had painted on the side of Jungkook’s neck.

Namjoon gave Jungkook a little wave behind the glass, and Jungkook stayed for only a little longer, before he dragged himself to his feet, gathering up his belongings and tossed his empty coffee cup into the trash.

Namjoon gave him a final flash of dimples in between verses, and Jungkook blew him a little kiss and flipped him off, making his shoulders bounce in a laugh before he had to rap again. Jungkook gave Yoongi’s shoulder a goodbye squeeze, and walked back out into the hallway, Namjoon’s rapping still filling his mind and his taste unable to leave his mouth.

...

That night, Jungkook was brushing his teeth when his phone rang. He picked it up curiously with the brush stuck in his cheek, then smiled at Namjoon’s contact name and a dorky photo of him and the crab plushie. He rinsed his mouth and answered, “hi hyung.”

Namjoon’s voice filled his ear, so similar to the rapping that had been bouncing around in his head all day since visiting the studio. “Hi bunny, you’re not sleeping yet, right?”

Jungkook couldn’t keep his grin to himself as he walked back to his room and flopped onto his bed, saying, “no not yet. I just brushed my teeth and I’m turning in for the night. How’s your family?”

Namjoon made a happy sound, replying, “dinner with them was so nice.”

He knew how much Namjoon loved his parents, and it made him happy that his boyfriend was able to spend time with them, even if he simultaneously wished Namjoon was here right now instead.

“I’m laying in bed too,” Namjoon said softly, “I just missed you, and wanted to call before falling asleep.”

Jungkook hugged a pillow to his chest, smiling into it, and his voice came out giddy, betraying how happy it made him that Namjoon had called just because he missed him. “I miss you too, Joon-hyung. You’re so sweet.”

He could hear Namjoon’s smile through the phone, and there was a long pause, before he asked a little bit shy, “Kookie?”

Jungkook hummed, curious about what Namjoon was going to say.

“C-can we stay on the line? Until we fall asleep? I want to pretend I’m with you.”

Jungkook’s heart expanded, and he nodded, before realizing that Namjoon couldn’t see it, and whispered, “yes, hyung. That would be wonderful.” He settled down, his phone underneath his cheek, and Namjoon softly spoke to him about the rest of his day, his time with his parents, and how they wanted to meet Jungkook since Namjoon wouldn’t stop talking about him.

Jungkook giggled, tickled pink that his boyfriend had talked him up so much, and that Namjoon’s parents wanted to meet him.

After they slowly both said less and less, Jungkook fighting to keep his eyelids open, Namjoon’s voice spoke quietly into his ear, “baby, can you do me a favor?”

Jungkook yawned and said yes, blinking a few times to stay awake.

Namjoon’s voice was full of equal heaviness with the promise of oncoming sleep. “Are you pretending I’m there with you?”

Jungkook hummed again in affirmation. It was what he had been doing their entire phone conversation.

“Love, can you put your hands on your stomach for me? Pretend their mine?”

Jungkook smiled sleepily, moving his palms to splay over his stomach. It was all too easy to imagine that the comforting warmth was from his hyung’s reverent hands rather than his own. He teased, close to falling asleep, “if you work me up I’m going to steal your green crab plushie and you’re never getting him back.”

Namjoon chuckled, and responded, “nothing sexy, I promise. I just want you to fall asleep feeling comforted, like I’m there cuddling and holding you, little angel.”

Jungkook happily hummed again, gently running his palms over his middle underneath his soft shirt. The familiar warmth spread through his limbs that never failed to comfort and relax him. He let his hands fall still and rest with their comforting weight over his stomach, picturing Joon right next to him.

The last thing he registered before sliding down into sleep was Namjoon’s very soft whisper, like he really was here with him, “sweet dreams, my love.”

...

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Jungkook collapsed face first on the couch, letting his brain and body finally relax after such a stressful day.

The espresso machine at the coffee shop had broken, the person after his shift didn’t show up, and he had to sprint across town to get to the arts internship. Even after all of that, he was still late to work, got yelled at by his manager for being late, and then everyone in the department had to sit through a four and a half hour meeting about how they weren’t ‘managing their resources correctly.’ Someone higher up had failed to tell the Graphics department of a large marketing project which had caused the company to miss a deadline, and now they were taking all of the blame.

A soft chime and a vibrate brought Jungkook out of his ruminating. He shoved his face further into the pillow when his phone dinged again. He just wanted to take a bath, pop some aspirin for his headache, and drink a huge mug of chamomile tea until he passed out.

Jungkook groaned when his phone dinged again, and he pawed around on the floor from where he had let it drop in his kerplunk onto the couch.

Namjoon’s contact photo from the incoming messages instantly made his heart a little bit lighter, and he couldn’t help but smile- a tiny cure to his terrible day. Namjoon wanted to call him, and he was torn between how great it would be to dissolve his stress with his caring boyfriend’s attention, or just crash to sleep so this day could finally be over.

He resolved himself and lifted the buzzing call tone up to his ear. He pushed his face back down into the fuzzy couch pillow and let his limbs stretch out like a starfish as Namjoon answered.

“Hi baby,” Namjoon’s deep tone made prickles of warmth wash over Jungkook’s back, like hot water massaging his muscles in a shower. He breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Joonie, please tell me you’ve had a good day.”

He could almost hear the corners of Namjoon’s lips turn down through the phone.

“My day was fine. Sugar, is everything okay?”

Jungkook sunk down into the cushions even more, and told Namjoon everything that had slowly built up throughout the day to give him a stress knot behind his left shoulder and made his brain hurt. He finished with, “-and now, I really just want to fall asleep. Or cuddle with you. I wish you were here, hyung. You always make me feel so much better.”

Something thumped on Namjoon’s end of the line, and Jungkook wondered if his boyfriend had hit his elbow on the kitchen cabinet that he was always accidentally smacking.

“I’m actually really close to your place, would you like me to come up?”

Jungkook lifted his head out of the comfort of the couch, blinking at the bleary clock glowing on the stove. “Joon, it’s late. What are you doing out?”

Namjoon chuckled, “since when did 7:30 pm become late? The sun’s just barely setting. I’m coming up.”

Jungkook didn’t want to get off the couch, and just let his heavy head plop back down. “Door’s unlocked,” he said, and the phone line went dead when he heard the twist of their doorknob to their apartment.

“Sweetheart,” Namjoon’s caring tone was so much better in person than it was over the tinny phone speaker. Namjoon’s comforting palms moved over Jungkook’s shoulders, and he rubbed in just the right place where Jungkook stored his tension, making a hiss fall out of him before he melted. He didn’t even bother to lift up his head, just relaxed his neck so Namjoon could massage the spot better.

“You’re still in your work clothes, baby. Give me just a minute, and I’ll get you something cozy and a mug of tea, hmm?” Namjoon hummed affectionately, carding his fingers through the back of Jungkook’s hair.

He sighed out a relieved thank you, his chest feeling warm that his hyung was so caring, and that he was always so sweet to him.

...

...

Namjoon panicked.

He made eye contact with Jimin in the hallway and frantically made a ‘no’ gesture with his hand-miming near his neck- and shook his head back and forth.

Mission abort.

Both he and Jimin slipped into Jungkook’s bedroom and shut the door.

“What’s wrong?” Jimin whispered, confused. Namjoon gulped at all of the candles they had both spent the past few hours setting up to create a magical atmosphere in Jungkook’s bedroom.

“He’s had a really bad day,” Namjoon explained while he took out a fuzzy sweater from one of the dresser drawers, and a pair of sweatpants he knew that Jungkook loved.

“Shit, hyung- we can’t just clean all this up. This took forever.”

Namjoon’s shoulders sagged and he sighed, raking his hand through his hair to push it off of his forehead.

“I know Jiminie, thank you so much for helping me. I’ll just find another day to make it special. Could you please try to put everything back to normal? Please? I’ll keep him out in the living room and you give me the signal when all the candles are blown out and the coast is clear?”

Jimin pouted. He crossed his arms, clearly waging something in his mind, before agreeing reluctantly.

Namjoon had wanted to do something adoringly special for Jungkook, but this was not the time if he’d had such a terrible day. When Jungkook had called him, both he and Jimin were lighting the last candles, and Namjoon had to creep down the fire escape outside of Jimin’s window to only come back up the building the normal way, so Jungkook wouldn’t question why he was already at the apartment.

He tried to tuck all of his emotions away inside, because it was much more important to take care of Jungkook right now than have a romantic evening.

He thanked Jimin profusely, before taking a sad last look at the glowing space he’d created. Namjoon had even gotten Jungkook flowers and a box of cookies from his favorite bakery that was over an hour away. He tried to commit the loving atmosphere to memory, before it would all disappear.

He quietly shut the bedroom door behind him, leaving Jimin inside to do as much cleanup as possible and hide the surprise. He’d try again another day, hopefully when Jungkook wasn’t beaten into the rug.

Back in the kitchen, he popped the kettle on to boil and walked back over to his defeated boyfriend. Jungkook was still starfished out, and Namjoon gently maneuvered him to be able to slide his stiff work jacket off his shoulders and unbutton his shirt.

Jungkook’s big tired doe-eyes met his, and he half-heartedly joked as Namjoon discarded the crinkled work clothes and slid the soft sweater over his arms. “This wasn’t exactly the sexy scenario I was picturing when you undressed me for the first time.”

Namjoon’s shoulders bounced as he quietly laughed, before helping Jungkook stand so he could kick off his creased dress pants and pull on the comfortable sweats.

Namjoon wrapped his now-fuzzy bunny into a hug, and pressed a soft kiss to his brow. “I’m sorry your day was so terrible, baby bunny,” he kissed his temple, then his cheek. Jungkook exhaled and his entire form relaxed in Namjoon’s embrace, making his heart beat harder against his ribs that Jungkook reacted to him in such a way that proclaimed safety and trust. Namjoon pressed another kiss to the opposite cheek, right over the tiny nicked scar, needing to convey how he was feeling inside.

He scooped up the wilted boy and padded to the kitchen, pressing tiny kisses wherever he could reach. A giggle left Jungkook as Namjoon sat him on the granite counter, and he pulled out Jungkook’s favorite mug. He already knew where the teas were located and swung open the cupboard, accidentally bumping his elbow and making Jungkook giggle again.

“Baby bunny, we have the options of chamomile, honey, lavender, and chai.”

Jungkook responded with “chamomile” and Namjoon poured the boiling water into the mug over the tea bag to let it steep. He slid the tea further away from the edge so he wouldn’t accidentally knock it over- something he had done multiple times in his own house- and then stepped back to where Jungkook was perched, already looking more rejuvenated solely from some tender care.

He booped Jungkook’s button nose, making it scrunch just like a bunny’s as he giggled.

Namjoon cradled Jungkook’s cute cheeks in his palms, rubbing his thumbs back and forth over the boy’s unfairly defined cheekbones, and laid another kiss on his forehead, because they seemed to have the effect of fresh rainfall on a flower.

Jungkook sighed in happiness again, and his eyes fluttered closed. “Hyung,” his voice came out syrupy from relaxation, “you take such good care of me. I can’t thank you enough.”

Namjoon’s heart swelled in his chest, and he wished he could pour his constantly growing love into Jungkook’s veins, and make him understand just how much he felt all the time.

He whispered the only words that could convey the emotions, even though they were nowhere near enough. “I love you so much, my precious Jungkookie.”

Jungkook’s lips trembled like they always did when he couldn’t hold in how Namjoon’s words affected him. It made Namjoon softly smile, even though he wanted to press a long kiss to the rosy petal mouth so badly. He settled for pecking the tip of his bunny nose.

Once Jungkook’s eyelids fluttered back open, he scooped him up and carried him to relax on the couch. On his way back to the kitchen to get the mug of tea, Jimin slipped out of a doorway and gave him a thumbs up from down the hall, before retreating back to his own room.

That was shockingly fast. He wondered how Jimin had been able to clean up everything and blow out the huge collection of candles so quickly.

He sent a silent thank you into the cosmos for Jungkook’s best friend pulling through, and padded back to his bunny on the couch, who was looking better and better as Namjoon spent time with him. The dark circles under his eyes weren’t as prominent, and he didn’t look weary anymore, just cozy and sleepy.

“Here baby,” he slid down next to him, and handed the mug of tea to the cute fingers peeking out of the ends of the sweater, giving him adorable little paws.

The boy gazed at him with his huge eyes full of wonder, and Namjoon could have sworn that there were stars shining in them.

He gently sifted his fingers through Jungkook’s soft hair. Despite the perm that his boyfriend had kept up to retain the tousled inky curls, it still felt like strands of fine silk against his skin.

“Would you like a back rub on the couch so we don’t have to move, or we could go cuddle in your bed so it’s more comfy and easier to fall asleep.”

Jungkook was still staring at him wide-eyed as he pet through his hair, and he wondered what the boy was thinking. Like usual, Jungkook was lost in his thoughts, but all of his focus was on Namjoon. It always made tiny lightning bugs flicker to life in his chest to be the sole focus of Jungkook’s attention.

His bunny blinked, returning to his present moment, and Namjoon couldn’t help but fondly smile.

“Cuddle and sleep, please,” he said cutely and added on, “hyung, will you please stay?”

Namjoon nodded, and stood up, taking Jungkook’s hand to pull him off the couch, so they could cozy up and fall asleep in his bed.

“Of course, sweetheart.” He followed Jungkook down the hallway, once again sending a silent thank you to Jimin for being so speedy.

It was lucky that he wasn’t the one holding a full mug of tea, because when Jungkook pushed open his bedroom door and was greeted with a room full of flickering candles exactly like Namjoon had arranged all afternoon, his hands spazzemed and he surely would have sent it crashing to the floor.

...

...

“Hyung?” Jungkook stopped dead in his tracks, Namjoon accidentally bumping into his back.

Somehow, they had stepped into another dimension, like Narnia, because his normal bedroom was completely transformed.

Candles softly flickered on nearly every surface, a brand new fuzzy blanket was folded on his bed, there was a canopy hanging from the ceiling, and twinkling fairy lights were strung through it.

“Holy-” Jungkook breathed and soaked it all in. There were even flowers on his desk and- oh my gosh, were those cookies from Moon Bakery?

Jungkook stared at everything in disbelief.

Namjoon had done this? Of course Namjoon had done this. His boyfriend was beyond sweet. Caring and loving weren’t good enough synonyms to describe Kim Namjoon.

Even though his brain was exhausted, Jungkook was 30 seconds away from finally catching up, when his entire body promised to melt into a puddle on the spot.

“Oh god.” Namjoon choked from behind him, and Jungkook spun around to see his boyfriend clutching the doorway with white knuckles. “Kookie,” he gasped out, “I swear- I thought- this wasn’t- I’m…”

Jungkook blinked, setting down his mug on the dresser next to a cluster of glowing candles, and promptly wrapped his arms around Namjoon’s waist. He shoved his face into his chest and blinked back the tears threatening to spill over from being so loved.

“Joonie, you did all of this for me?”

He sniffed, squeezing tighter, willing his eyes to dry as he battled the golden honey flooding his heart and being pumped out to the rest of him.

Namjoon’s heart was pounding furiously inside of his chest, and his lungs rattled with breath as he finally inhaled. “Kookie, baby, please don’t be angry. I didn’t know you had such a hard day- I didn’t- I asked Jimin to clean it all up- please don’t think-”

Jungkook pulled back to look into Namjoon’s panicked eyes. He asked with confusion at his boyfriend’s panic, “why would I ever be angry? Hyung, you’re the sweetest person on this earth. I can’t believe you went to all of this trouble.”

Namjoon detached his clawed grip from the doorframe, his voice shaking, “y-you’re not mad?”

A bubble of laughter spilled out of his throat, tight from unshed tears, and he hugged Namjoon again. He reassured, “No, of course I’m not mad, Joon-hyung. The exact opposite, actually.”

All of Namjoon’s tensed muscles visibly relaxed in his embrace, and he breathed out with relief. “Oh, t-that’s good then.”

Jungkook couldn’t keep everything trapped inside of his body, and another laugh tumbled out of him as he sniffed back more tears that were teetering on the edge of pouring out of him like a waterfall.

Namjoon’s arms finally wrapped around him, and held him close, pushing Jungkook over the emotional edge. He desperately tried to dry the first few tears that leaked out of him on his boyfriend’s shirt.

“I love you, baby. I had wanted to do something special to let you know.”

Jungkook latched on tighter, and another laugh tumbled out of him into the safety of the soft cotton as he squeezed his eyes shut and hid. He knew that no one looked pretty when they cried, and he really really wanted to look beautiful for Namjoon.

“I l-ove you too, hyung,” his voice broke and Namjoon’s fingers sifted comfortingly through his hair, sending tingles down the back of his neck like sparks.

After a long moment, Namjoon whispered, “will you come out of my shirt, little love, so I can look at you?”

Jungkook shook his head no against Namjoon’s chest, sniffing again. Namjoon chuckled, the deep sound reverberating into Jungkook’s bones, and making him want to slide down to the floor in a gooey mess.

“Baby, please?” Namjoon nuzzled the top of his head and rubbed the back of his neck soothingly.

The words tumbled out of Jungkook as he unsuccessfully willed his flood of emotions to calm down, “I look ugly when I cry.”

Namjoon’s hands settled on his shoulders, and Jungkook was pushed away from the safety of his hiding place. Jungkook tried to blink back the tears as Namjoon cupped his cheeks and gently wiped away the wetness with his thumbs.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Namjoon looked at him with so much affection, his vision blurred with fresh tears. He breathed out his confession, “I think you look really beautiful when you cry.”

The dam Jungkook had so carefully built in his chest crashed down, and all of the flooding emotions surged forward. True tears fell down his cheeks, and he scrambled to be in Namjoon’s embrace again, clutching his back and crying into his chest, brokenly sobbing out the same words again and again that his heart was pumping out, “I- love- you.”

Namjoon wrapped his comforting warmth around Jungkook, humming the words back into his ear and repetitively rubbing his palms down his spine until Jungkook calmed down from his onslaught of emotions. His tears finally dried as he relaxed, and he apologized for the large wet spot in the middle of Namjoon’s shirt. His hyung brushed it off, unbothered, and Jungkook quickly retreated to the bathroom to wash his face of any damage that crying had done.

When he returned, Namjoon was in the middle of pulling on one of Jungkook’s oversized t-shirts, and he had to swallow as the smooth honeyed skin that reflected glowing candle light was hidden away.

He was overcome with how caring Namjoon had been, and wanted to return the favor in the way he knew how…. In the way he’d wanted for months. He nibbled on the inside of his lip, took a swig of his tea that was over-steeped and now cold, then walked right up to his boyfriend.

Namjoon gave him an adoring smile, moving to brush back some strands from Jungkook’s forehead, when he leaned up and connected their mouths.

Namjoon made a surprised noise, but quickly relaxed, winding his arms around Jungkook’s waist and tugging him against him. Jungkook’s already mushy insides heated and melted down from the kiss, and he tilted his face back to kiss Namjoon better.

Namjoon spoke quietly against his lips, “you taste like chamomile and honey, baby.”

Jungkook slid his hands up to grasp Namjoon’s strong biceps, and intentionally stepped backwards, pulling him along. Namjoon almost tripped forward as Jungkook pulled him while kissing, but regained his balance and followed him, keeping their mouths together. Jungkook’s skin heated everywhere Namjoon touched, and his belly tingled with pleasure as Namjoon slanted his mouth to the side to kiss him deeper.

The edge of his mattress hit the back of his knees, and he tugged Namjoon forward by the shirt, falling backwards onto the bed and making his boyfriend inhale in surprise. Namjoon thankfully caught himself before crashing into Jungkook- something he hadn’t logically thought through- and aligned themselves before much more gently settling down.

Jungkook sunk into the mattress from his boyfriend’s weight, and he threaded his fingers through the silvery dark hair, a gasp slipping out of his throat at how amazing Namjoon felt pushing him down without even trying.

“Baby-” Namjoon grumbled into his mouth, voice thick and deep, and Jungkook whimpered at the sound of the golden honey filling his ears.

“Please, hyung,” he breathed into Namjoon’s kiss, tugging on his hair softly. A pang of excitement coursed through him because he knew what he was asking for, and he couldn’t keep down the deep blooming emotions of: finally.

Namjoon’s chest expanded against his, breath broken, and he spoke quietly, pulling back an inch as Jungkook chased his mouth, needing more of the deep flavor. “Baby, the door’s still open.” Namjoon distractedly kissed him, Jungkook feeling proud that he was making his hyung’s mind shut off.

“I don’t care,” he tugged him back down, sliding his tongue over Namjoon’s swollen pink lower lip. His action made a groan tumble out of Namjoon that went straight to Jungkook’s belly, heating his insides another degree.

“I care,” Namjoon hoisted himself up off of Jungkook, and wobbled over to shut and lock the bedroom door. As he turned back, Jungkook inhaled at just how gorgeous his hyung was.

He propped himself up on his forearms, and drunk in the sight of Namjoon glowing golden in the light of all of the candles, with disheveled hair and swollen flushed lips. He cracked a slanted smile, and Namjoon returned it with a shy grin.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Joonie,” he spoke out his thoughts, and Namjoon’s cheeks tinted pink.

“You’re one to talk,” he mumbled, and walked back to where Jungkook was lounging, his heart beating with anticipation. Namjoon removed the new fuzzy blanket that had been sitting on the end of his bed as a gift, and crawled over Jungkook.

He fell back into the soft covers, smiling up at Namjoon. His silvery hair was haloed by the beautiful glimmering fairy lights strung above them, and he lifted his hand to brush his fingers over his hyung’s lovely kiss-swollen lips.

“Hyung, please take good care of me,” he said with a smile crinkling his eyes, and Namjoon made a quiet grunt in response.

“I’ll always take care of you, Kook-ah,” he leaned down to press a soft kiss to his lips, and Jungkook sighed from all of the coursing emotions of love and happiness filling his limbs.

Namjoon settled down, pushing him back into the covers, and Jungkook’s core heated up again, like he was glowing with the same orange light flickering all around them.

Namjoon’s gentle hands slid underneath the hem of his sweater, and Jungkook involuntarily whined against his warm mouth. Namjoon’s palms splayed across his stomach, filling him with even more sunlight, and Jungkook swallowed the series of whimpers threatening to escape him as his adoring fingers skimmed up and down his middle. He bit off the sounds by kissing Namjoon harder, and arched into his touch, wanting more.

“I’m so lucky,” Namjoon rumbled into his mouth, the deep flavor overtaking Jungkook’s senses, “I get to unlock all of your little secrets.”

He gently slid his blunt nails down Jungkook’s navel, below his belly button all the way to the waist of his sweatpants, where he slipped his fingertips just under the hem.

Jungkook gasped and arched again, gripping the back of Namjoon’s shirt and wishing he could be feeling the older’s honey skin instead of cotton.

“I- don’t have any secrets,” he breathed brokenly as his head fell back when Namjoon licked across his lips and took Jungkook’s following gasp as an opportunity to push his mouth further open and caress their tongues together. It was like Namjoon was determined to thoroughly spread his distinct sweet flavor over every corner of Jungkook’s mouth and engrave himself into his mind so Jungkook would never forget how he tasted. Namjoon’s chuckle poured through him, and he gently bit Jungkook’s lower lip between his teeth and softly tugged. Jungkook’s head lolled back and he tried to keep his eyes open to have their gazes locked even as they fluttered shut with pleasure.

“All of your reactions are secrets to me, my precious angel,” Namjoon licked soothingly over the throb in his lip, and slid his palms up Jungkook’s abdomen, taking his sweater with him. “Little sexy secrets, just for me.” He dragged the tip of his nose across Jungkook’s cheek, and kissed underneath his ear, sliding his hands up his chest.

Jungkook was falling fast. His consciousness dissolved into a pool of pleasure that Namjoon was breathing into him, as he ignited his body with want and pumped desire through his veins.

When Namjoon kissed over his pulse, Jungkook’s stomach muscles tightened, heat building in him as Namjoon fanned the flames.

He tugged on Namjoon’s shirt, trying to pull it up, and brokenly gasped, “off- o-ff.”

Namjoon had successfully pushed Jungkook’s bunched-up sweater to his collarbones, and his hyung’s delicious weight left his body as Namjoon sat up to carefully slide his sweater over his head. He whined at the distance between them, and once his hands were free he pushed them under Namjoon’s shirt to get the fabric out of the way. Namjoon pulled the shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor, before he leaned back down to reconnect their mouths.

A breath of relief whooshed out of Jungkook as their skin touched. Namjoon’s chest and stomach was warm and his skin felt silky against his own.

Jungkook ran his palms over every inch that he could. He mapped out all of the planes and divots of his form while Namjoon kissed him hungrily and made the glowing furnace inside of him burn hotter.

Namjoon’s palms adored him in return, sliding over his sides and holding Jungkook’s narrow waist, his thumbs sliding back and forth in reverent circles.

“Kookie,” Namjoon kissed him again and again, Jungkook’s lips tingling from so much attention, “Precious, I need to make sure you’re okay with this. Moving forward.”

Jungkook’s chest bloomed as he replied without a doubt, “Yes. Hyung, please.”

Namjoon all but melted over him, kissing him harder and sliding his hands down to rub his thumbs across Jungkook’s hip bones. Jungkook arched again under the possessive and adoring touch, and Namjoon shushed soothingly against his mouth, even as his thumbs drew firmer circles, sliding down the hem of Jungkook’s sweatpants and making him breathe shallowly.

“Don’t be nervous, baby,” Namjoon nuzzled his cheek with his nose, “I promise to take such good care of you.”

Jungkook gripped his hyung’s strong back, involuntarily bending like a bowstring again as the words sunk into his skin and heated him up another degree.

Namjoon gave him a long and slow kiss, before pushing Jungkook’s sweatpants and underwear down over his thighs, and sitting up to take them all the way off.

Jungkook caught his breath as he laid flat, naked, and Namjoon licked over his lips even as his eyes swam with love and affection.

“You’re so beautiful, baby,” Namjoon’s hands wrapped around Jungkook’s hips, and Jungkook reigned in his syrupy mind to do everything to keep himself from bucking upwards. “Just look at you.”

Namjoon drunk in Jungkook’s melted form, gaze slowly sliding from his collarbones down to his shins, and back up to his warm face.

“Even your knees are pretty,” Namjoon grinned, his dimples popping, “how can your knees be pretty?”

A breathy laugh bubbled up out of Jungkook, and Namjoon bent down to press another kiss to his mouth, not helping to slow down his racing heartbeat. Namjoon nibbled his mouth with want and breathed into him like a secret, “your cock is so pretty too, darling. I don’t know how you do it, but every part of you is gorgeous.”

Jungkook’s heart stuttered, and Namjoon sat back up to take off his own pants, needing to stand to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his jeans.

“L-later,” Jungkook all but gasped, “I want to do that,” he shakily pointed to Namjoon’s open belt, and his hyung smiled again, dimples popping and eyes slightly widening before creasing into crescents.

“Of course, love. Anything for you,” Namjoon slid off his jeans, and Jungkook barely had any time to register his hyung’s golden honey thighs before he was over him again, kissing him right back into a melted puddle state.

Namjoon slowly lowered so all of his warm skin kissed Jungkook’s as they touched.

He inhaled sharply as tingles erupted all over his body at the contact, and he gripped Namjoon’s waist to tug him down.

“Nhn-joohn,” he breathed into Namjoon’s mouth that hotly moved against his.

“I know, baby, I know,” Namjoon soothed with warm words even as his mouth was kissing with growing intensity. He stroked his wide palms down Jungkook’s arms, then his sides, then over his hips, and slowly down his thighs.

Jungkook felt like he was going to catch on fire, and his dick throbbed with heat where he was slotted with Namjoon. Thankfully, Namjoon didn’t tease him, and lovingly wrapped his hand around the base of Jungkook’s cock to pulse the much-needed friction through his body.

Jungkook tensed and sighed in relief at once, his hands relaxing their tight grip on Namjoon’s back as his hyung stroked up and down his dick with just enough pressure to keep Jungkook from whining needily.

He sunk into all of the pleasurable sensations washing through his limbs, and leaned up to initiate another kiss, not wanting Namjoon to feel like he had to do all of the work. He slid his palms down his hyung’s strong back, and giggled into his mouth as he squeezed the globes of his ass.

“Not fair,” Namjoon smiled against his lips long enough that Jungkook was able to press a kiss over each dimple. Namjoon’s hands moved from stroking his cock to worm underneath Jungkook, and he grabbed a handful of his ass, making Jungkook’s head fall back with a laugh.

Namjoon took the opportunity to kiss a line down his throat, and he kneaded his hands while grinding slow deliberate circles into Jungkook’s hips.

“If we’re going with fairness...” Jungkook slid his hands around Namjoon’s hips, and pressed in between them to grab his hyung’s cock.

Namjoon bucked into his hand as he wrapped his fingers around him, and his only thought was ‘holy shit. Huge.’

“Hyung,” Jungkook tried to sit up, pushing Namjoon up too so he could see. “Holy fuck,” Jungkook’s mouth watered as Namjoon sat up enough that he was able to see the heavy flushed cock resting in his hand. “Hyung,” he snapped his eyes back up to Namjoon’s, thinking it was cute how his cheeks were an embarrassed bright pink, “you’re fucking hung.”

Namjoon covered his eyes and burning cheeks with his hand, and Jungkook used his free hand not feeling the size of his hyung’s dick to cup the elder’s hot cheek. He moved his wrist so he could meet Namjoon’s chocolate irises again, and leaned to press a kiss to each side of his face, before reconnecting their mouths now fully saturated with each other's flavors.

He gave an experimental twist of his wrist as he appreciated Namjoon’s length and Namjoon grunted into his mouth, before laying him back down and nibbling on Jungkook’s lips.

“Lube is in the drawer,” Jungkook breathed, and Namjoon stretched around him to open up the bedside drawer of his night stand and pop the cap, before asking, “condoms?”

Jungkook gazed openly at the wide chest over his face and stretched up to run his nose along the divot between each of Namjoon’s pecs. “No, thanks,” he said like he was politely rejecting extra helpings at dinner, and Namjoon chuckled.

“That’s right- I forgot you have a breeding kink. I’m clean, baby. Are you?”

Jungkook hummed in affirmation, appreciating that his boyfriend had asked, and Namjoon moved back down his body. Jungkook soaked in all of his glory as he was illuminated from behind by glimmering twinkle lights like a gilded painting, while his honeyed skin glowed in the soft candle light.

Jungkook thanked him again for the wonderful and thoughtful gift that Namjoon had done in transforming his bedroom, and Namjoon grinned happily at the compliments.

“Part of your aftercare better be feeding me those cookies you got,” Jungkook joked as Namjoon warmed up a glob of lube in his hands, and his hyung laughed.

“Of course, baby. Why do you think I bought them?”

Jungkook giggled, his stomach tingling with anticipation, and ran his fingers adoringly through Namjoon’s silvery illuminated hair.

“Post-fucking cookies are going to become a tradition for us, I hope you know what you’ve started.”

Namjoon snickered, kissing the inside of his wrist, and then gently lifted Jungkook’s hips to slide a pillow underneath.

“That's a price I’m more than willing to pay,” he flashed a happy smile, and then lifted Jungkook’s thighs, gently pressing them back further and further towards Jungkook’s chest and meeting no resistance.

His eyebrows rose, clearly impressed.

“Holy shit, babe, you weren’t kidding that you’re flexible. I could bend you in half.”

Just because he could, Jungkook grabbed his thighs and pulled them all the way to his chest, smirking at how Namjoon’s cheeks darkened at the visual.

“Don’t expect that from me,” Namjoon leaned down to capture his mouth in another kiss, “I can barely touch my toes.”

Jungkook couldn’t help but giggle, and it quickly dissolved into a breathy whine as Namjoon rubbed the now-warm lube across his entrance, spreading the slick and circling the soft ring of muscle.

“You’re killing me,” Jungkook breathed into his boyfriend, making him smile.

Namjoon continued his ministrations but his voice adopted a logical tone. “We need a safe word, so you can tell me if anything is too much,’ Namjoon stared into his eyes, his voice falling back to gentle softness, “but I promise to be gentle, baby.”

Jungkook really appreciated it. It had been quite a while, considering he hadn’t slept with anyone in a long time even before meeting Namjoon.

“Strawberries,” he said, and Namjoon quickly shook his head no.

“Your lips look like ripe strawberries to me, I might say that by accident. Pick something else.”

Jungkook bit his said-strawberry lips, endeared.

“Chocolate,” he proposed, and Namjoon dramatically rolled his eyes.

“I can count three separate times in the past month when you’ve mentioned chocolate when we’re making out. Pick something yucky that you won’t want to eat when we’re fucking.”

Jungkook scrunched his nose in a tiny giggle, and wracked his brain for a food he didn’t like. His eyes lit up as he said excitedly, “Broccoli!”

Namjoon wrinkled his nose, but followed it with a dimpled smile.

“Works for me. I’ve never once thought about broccoli while getting off. Broccoli’s the new safe word, baby bunny. Broccoli me if you need me to slow down or stop anything, and I’ll broccoli you too.”

Jungkook laughed at ‘broccoli’ being used as a verb, but he nodded, thanking Namjoon for thinking through establishing a safety net in case they would ever need it going forward.

His hyung bent down for one more sweet kiss, before carefully circling his hole and pushing in a lubed finger, making Jungkook gasp against his mouth.

Namjoon hesitated, but Jungkook quickly reassured him that it was okay.

He started slowly fingering him open, slipping a second finger in when his hole was loose enough for just one to move in and out easily. Jungkook had loved Namjoon’s long pretty fingers from the get-go, and he was now able to have a new appreciation for them as he whined at the sensation of his hyung slowly working him open, sliding his fingers in and out, and scissoring them as they brushed a spot inside of Jungkook that made him squirm with heat.

Namjoon grinned, peppering kisses periodically across his face, and worked in a third.

By the time Jungkook was loose enough to be ready to take Namjoon’s dick, he was breathing harshly and a thin sheen of sweat was settled across his neck and collarbones.

“So beautiful,” Namjoon praised as he drunk in the sight of Jungkook underneath him, and lubed up his cock.

“Hyung,” he breathed needily, not liking how he felt empty at the absence of his hyung’s fingers, and needing so much more.

Namjoon held his thighs for him, letting Jungkook’s hands tumble back to the bed, and he all but purred as he guided the tip of his cock to Jungkook’s waiting hole, “Relax, baby.”

Jungkook breathed deep into his lungs, and his head tipped back in pleasure as Namjoon slowly pushed in and began filling him up.

“O-oh, oh.” He stuttered as his eyelids fluttered shut and fullness slowly spread through him like sunlight. Namjoon took his time, making sure not to hurt him and let him adjust to his size. As he bottomed out with his hips pressed flush against Jungkook’s ass, he kissed over each of his closed eyelids.

“So fucking gorgous,” he breathed, “my angel. You’re so beautiful, Kookie. You feel so good.”

Heat bloomed on Jungkook’s cheeks and nose as he absorbed his hyung’s praise, and he moved his limp hands to the back of Namjoon’s waist. He splayed his palms and fingers out, wanting to feel the muscles shift and flex when Namjoon started moving.

The full heat reached deep into his belly, and Jungkook whimpered at how amazing it was, to be filled so well by someone he loved so much.

“Can I start moving, precious?” Namjoon pressed his lips against the corners of his mouth, waiting for Jungkook to breathe out a soft “yes.”

Jungkook’s eyes rolled back under his closed eyelids as he felt the entirety of Namjoon’s hard cock drag out of him, and slowly push back in. All of Namjoon’s back muscles flexed underneath his hands as he rolled his hips into Jungkook’s.

“F-fuck,” his mouth watered from all of the pleasure pulsing through him, heat growing like a embers in his core, and he had to swallow multiple times to keep from drooling.

Namjoon found a pace that was slow and loving, but Jungkook kept whimpering at how deep Namjoon’s cock reached, feeling like he was pushing up all the way into his belly.

“Feel that, precious?” Namjoon’s voice was thick and scratchy, and a deep moan poured out of him, “me fucking so deep into your tummy that I can see it?”

Jungkook’s eyes flew open, and he met Namjoon’s dark gaze lidded with lust.

“W-what?” He let Namjoon remove one of his hands from his back, and slid it between them, resting over his lower belly on his naval. Namjoon’s palm pressed on top of his and he rumbled in pleasure as he pushed his hips deep into Jungkook.

A gasp flew out of him as he felt the end of Namjoon’s cock press into the inside of his palm from inside of him, and a string of broken curses tumbled out of his mouth.

“D-do that again,” he held Namjoon’s gaze, pupils blown wide with desire as Namjoon continually rolled his hips into him so Jungkook could feel the bulge of his cock move inside of him. “Oh my fucking- oh fuck Joonie- M’so full- oh my god- You’re-”

Jungkook was balancing on the edge of a cliff, the soft twinkle lights above them now feeling too bright but unwilling to look away from Namjoon’s adoring face.

A low whine left his boyfriend, and he pleaded, “Kook-ah, let me feel too.”

Jungkook quickly switched their hands, pressing over the top of Namjoon’s and holding his boyfriend’s palm over his belly in the same place he’d just been feeling.

A groan tumbled past Namjoon’s lips as he felt himself slowly thrusting inside of Jungkook so deep that it made a soft bulge in his stomach. Namjoon kept his palm fused over the spot and firmly stayed in place as he ground into Jungkook again and again. His body was moving with the same heat the Jungkook felt, like he was glowing alight from hot coals burning inside of him. Namjoon’s eyes were locked onto his with so much tenderness that Jungkook wasn’t sure how he wasn’t melted down on the spot.

Namjoon’s hips stuttered, and he connected their mouths messily.

It was just enough affection to push Jungkook over the edge, like a gust of wind had blown him off the teetering edge of the cliff, and he he moaned into Namjoon’s mouth as heat flashed through him, and his dick throbbed as he came in between their flush bodies.

Namjoon answered Jungkook’s sound with a low groan of his own, and his boyfriend orgasamed just after him.

Deep heat flooded into Jungkook’s belly, and he moaned again into Namjoon’s mouth as the feeling of fullness spread, and worked him through his own pulsing orgasm. He groaned his hyung’s name repetitively, back arching as the heat of Namjoon’s seed settled safely inside of his belly and made him feel the same kind of satisfaction like he’d had an entire Mukbang dinner.

Namjoon worked them through the intense highs they were feeling, until they both collapsed limply from overwhelming pleasure. Namjoon was heavy on top of him in the best possible way and Jungkook’s legs wrapped around his waist. Jungkook didn’t remember when he’d moved them there, but this was a much more comfortable position, and he let himself sink into pleasure and relaxation.

“Love,” Namjoon breathed into his neck, his broad chest expanding over Jungkooks as he caught his breath. Jungkook threw his arms around Namjoon’s back, threading his fingers through his damp hair and humming in contentment.

“You’re so full, baby bunny.” Namjoon gave a small circular rub to Jungkook’s lower stomach where his hyung’s hand was still spread out, wedged between them.

He felt the best kind of full. It was so wonderful that it was nearly indescribable.

Namjoon pushed himself up onto a shaky forearm, and Jungkook glanced between them to see how Namjoon’s ringed hand was rubbing soft possessive circles over the bottom of his belly. Jungkook carefully lifted his hyung’s hand, pouting at the fact that he felt so much more full than he actually looked. He could see a very soft bump in his tummy from the outline of his hyung’s softening cock, but when he placed his own hand over the bulge he could swear he felt the liquid that Namjoon had pumped into him.

He breathed out in astonishment at the feeling, “that’s so fucking hot, hyung.”

Namjoon chuckled, and leaned down to peck his cheeks, both of them basking in the afterglow of their orgasms.

“Cookies or shower, darling?” Namjoon nuzzled his cheek, and he smiled at his hyung’s adoring voice so full of affection.

“Cookies,” he said with certainty, pointedly ignoring how his own cum was smeared across both of them.

Namjoon made to slowly start pulling out and Jungkook gripped his hips hard to keep him in place buried inside of him.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he did his best to narrow his eyes, even though he knew he was one of the least-threatening people on the planet.

Namjoon blinked in surprise, but then nodded, and reassured him with a kiss. Instead of moving away, he hiked up Jungkook with him as he stood, holding him securely around him and moved to go get the box of cookies on his desk, bringing it back to the bed and gently laying Jungkook back down and stretching out comfortably on top of him.

“Alright sugar,” he flicked open the cardboard lid of the cute yellow and blue bakery box and made sure Jungkook was comfortable. “We’ve got…” he perused the box as Jungkook stared at his ethereal face in the flickering candlelight, “choco chip- a classic. Monster cookies, sugar cookies, double fudge chunk, and salted caramel. I wasn’t sure what you would like best so I just got them all. Which would you like?”

Jungkook answered with a resounding, “yes.”

Namjoon laughed at his answer and moved back over him. He settled his free hand back over Jungkook’s belly, softly rubbing, before picking a cookie at random from the box, and holding it to his lips.

“You can have a bite of them all,” he smiled warmly, and Jungkook bit into the soft delicious treat. Salted caramel burst across his tongue and he moaned while fluttering his eyes at the flavor.

“Well if it’s that good,” Namjoon nibbled on the other end and nodded approvingly.

He gave Jungkook a second bite, before putting the last half of the large cookie back in the box and selecting another. Rich sweetness filled his mouth at the second cookie, which was a buttery kind of sugary vanilla, and his head fell back as he made another noise of appreciation.

“Bunny, should I be jealous that cookies are making you moan more than I did?”

Jungkook giggled, chomping a second bite before Namjoon could take it away, and shook his head no.

“This is still you that’s making me moan, hyung.” He smiled and tapped Namjoon’s hips, reminding him that he was still snugly inside of him.

Namjoon gave a tiny snort, and Jungkook bit into the third, classic melty chocolate chip replacing the previous sugar flavor. Just to tease his hyung, he tipped his head again and fluttered his eyes, moaning deliberately at the rich sweetness.

“Tease,” Namjoon’s dimples flashed over him, and he exchanged the cookie to let Jungkook try the next one. Rich creamy fudge built on top of the chocolate chip, and he groaned again purposely.

“Hyung, this is fucking heaven.” He slid his hands up and down Namjoon’s spine. “I’ve got you still inside of me, you’re so heavy on me just how I love, and you’re feeding me delicious cookies after giving me the best orgasm of my life. Have I died? Because seriously, this is ecstasy. What’s in these cookies to make them so freaking good?”

Namjoon made a soft laugh, before leaning down next to his ear. He gave a soft rub to his middle and purred. “Butter, little bunny. I’m sure they’re so yummy because they’re very fattening.”

Jungkook’s eyes squeezed shut as tried to hold back a whimper as his secret pleasure speared through him, but the sound still escaped anyways. Namjoon knew saying things like that did things to him and made his insides hot.

“Gimme another,” he choked out, and Namjoon’s deep chuckle reverberated through his limbs.

He pulled back and grinned, before swiping his tongue across Jungkook’s lips.

“You’ve got some chocolate…” he licked again, and Jungkook whined, borderline clawing at his hyung’s back as he involuntarily arched.

Namjoon’s mouth was replaced with a monster cookie, and Jungkook stuffed a huge bite, making Namjoon chuckle fondly again and rub deep circles across his tummy. He smiled with crescent eyes as Jungkook swallowed thickly.

“That’s each flavor I got, bun, which do you want to have the rest of?”

“All of them,” Jungkook replied honestly, and Namjoon gave his stomach an affectionate pat, before slowly feeding him the rest of each kind. Jungkook felt pumped full of Namjoon and sugar, but was so happy that he couldn’t keep from beaming.

“I have no idea how you can eat so much sugar and not be dead.”

Namjoon rained kisses down on him, and Jungkook soaked them all up, replying, “I like sweet things and my tummy likes feeling full.”

Namjoon exhaled in amusement then gave a delibrate grind of his hips into Jungkook’s, saying with a smirk, “nice and full, huh?”

Jungkook grabbed for his shoulders, trying to hide the inhale flying into his lungs as he could feel Namjoon’s softened cock shifting inside of him.

After settling down again, Namjoon gave him another kiss as sweet as all of the cookies he just ate.

“Let’s get cleaned up, love.” Namjoon’s hands pet down his body to his thighs and wrapped them firmly around his waist as he made to stand up. Jungkook tucked his cheek against Namjoon’s neck as they stood, his arms languidly wrapped around him to keep him close.

“We have about 300 candles to blow out before we can fall asleep,” Namjoon teased as he made his way to the door.

Jungkook laughed into his hyung’s warm pulse, content and syrupy as he mulled over the fact that while his day had started pretty terrible, it had ended to be unforgettable.

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Jungkook twisted his key to unlock Namjoon’s apartment door. Even though it had been a month or so since his hyung had given him a spare key to his place, Jungkook’s insides still glowed every time that he got to use it and let himself in. It was a symbol that there was no barrier between them of needing to knock, or be buzzed in.

Namjoon’s warm smile was imprinted in Jungkook’s brain along with the words, ‘I want you to always make yourself at home here, Kookie. What’s mine is yours.’

Such a little brass key had such a large impact on Jungkook’s heart.

“Hyung?” He stepped inside and toed off his heeled dress boots. He wasn’t sure when they were going to be leaving for their date, because Namjoon had gotten off of work late.

He unzipped his leather jacket, and made sure that his silver necklaces weren’t tangled, and decided to unbutton one more notch down his shirt just for the hell of it.

“One second, Kook-ah,” Namjoon’s deep voice rang out from the direction of his bathroom.

Jungkook gave his reflection a thumbs up after double checking his makeup in the mirror that Namjoon had hung in his living room. He fixed the end of his belt that had come out of the loop of his leather pants and fiddled with his earrings, looking around the space.

Jungkook couldn’t help but fondly smile at the green crab plushie that was sitting at his hyung’s work desk. He walked over to give it a little pat and he glanced at all of the pages with Namjoon’s looping handwriting scattered around the desk. Three separate journals were open and scribbled on, loose leaf copy paper was overlaid with different colors of ink, and various sticky notes were stuck all over the pages.

Jungkook could place the colorful post-it squares from their original locations around the apartment, and he smiled at the knowledge that the domestic familiarity only came from spending copious amounts of time with Namjoon. His chest grew warm at the realization that he was able to tell that the orange sticky notes were from the fridge, the blue were from the bathroom mirror, and the green were from the pad by his nightstand- the writing more messy as if they were scrawled just after waking up.

Jungkook picked up the pen that had a cactus on the end, and drew a heart on the corner of the next empty page in one of Namjoon’s notebooks, and added a tiny bunny doodle next to it, knowing that Namjoon would find it when he turned the page.

A bang came from the bathroom, and Jungkook called out to see if Namjoon was okay, knowing that the distinct sound came from his boyfriend accidentally knocking the towel bar off the wall.

Jungkook stood amidst the organized chaos of Namjoon’s desk, and was hit with how familiar everything was. He’d identified the correct homes of the sticky notes, the exact sound from the bathroom, and if he tried, he’d probably even be able to guess which cabinet doors were left open in the kitchen right now. It would be the one with the coffee mugs, and the thin pantry door to the right of the fridge. He peeked around the corner, and grinned. Both of them were hanging open just as he’d thought.

Gooey heat like honey bloomed in his chest at how well he knew his boyfriend. He had become so attuned to Namjoon’s habits, and all of that familiarity could only be cultivated and grown as a result of intense investment of quality time.

“What’s got you grinning?” Namjoon’s voice made him snap his focus back to the present moment, and didn’t even try to tamp down his bright smile and squinted eyes.

“You. Me. Us.” He took a few steps forward to hug Namjoon tightly, needing to convey all that he was feeling inside even though he couldn’t put it into words.

“Awh, sweetheart,” Namjoon whispered fondly and quickly returned his embrace, wrapping him in comfort.

Namjoon’s nice cologne hit his nose, and Jungkook pulled back, not wanting to stop the hug, but wanting to look at his boyfriend more. He breathed out in adoration.

“Oh, wow. I’m underdressed.”

Namjoon was standing in his kitchen entry wearing a tailored suit with a fitted turtleneck underneath instead of a button up and tie. There was a tied matching fabric belt around his waist outside of the jacket, emphasizing his build, and Namjoon was wearing a thin gold necklace that glimmered against all of the black. His silvery hair emphasized his resemblance to a raven from one of Edgar Allan Poe’s poems. Namjoon’s eyes were even smoked out and defined with tasteful eye-shadow.

“Holy fuck, hyung,” Jungkook unwrapped his arms completely and stepped back to drink in the full effect of Namjoon’s outfit. Namjoon was all angles and deep shadows.

Jungkook swallowed hard. His normally soft plant-god-esq boyfriend looked powerful and sexy.

As he always did when he was embarrassed, Namjoon rubbed the back of his neck with a shy smile, a dusting of pink spreading across his nose.

“Holy fuck,” Jungkook reidorated, and fanned his face with his hands dramatically to cool himself off, making Namjoon’s shyness break into a soft laugh.

“You like it?” He did a little spin, and Jungkook didn’t stop himself from blatantly checking out his boyfriend’s ass.

“Like is an understatement,” he choked when Namjoon turned around again, now smiling at Jungkook’s lidded eyes greedily drinking him in, “I don’t want to go to the restaurant anymore.”

Jungkook tongued the inside of his cheek, thinking about how he wanted to unwrap his boyfriend instead of letting other people see him like this.

Namjoon snickered. “You possessive little bunny. We’re going for our reservations no matter what. I had to schedule them over a month ago!”

Jungkook’s child brain made him say with a smile, “no matter what? What if an asteroid hits the earth?”

Namjoon affectionately rolled his eyes because he was used to Jungkook’s antics, and replied, “if an asteroid hits the earth, I want to be in someplace fancy with overpriced soup rather than my dingy kitchen.”

Jungkook laughed happily that his hyung always played along, and then turned to go back over to the door and slip on his black shoes. He loved these because the slight heel gave him an extra inch or so of height.

“You ready to go then, hyung?” He finished adjusting them and righted himself, only to squeak in surprise. He was faced with Namjoon not two inches away from him, and his scent was filling Jungkook’s nose.

Namjoon’s long ringed fingers skimmed down the front of Jungkook’s studded black leather jacket, just barely dusting his silk shirt underneath and the open V he had unbuttoned. “We haven’t talked about you yet.”

Namjoon made a point to slide his gaze all the way down Jungkook’s body, and lazily come back up to his now-hot cheeks. “You, my baby…” he took a step forward to press Jungkook’s body hotly flush against his, and Namjoon’s hands snuck underneath the open jacket to encompass his waist, “look fucking delicious.” Namjoon purred, and Jungkook’s stomach muscles clenched with heat as his toes curled.

The close proximity and Namjoon’s heavy gaze mixed with the deep scent of his cologne made Jungkook’s tongue heavy and his words stumble out incorrectly, “I- uh…th- hn-” His attempts at speech dissolved into an accidental whimper.

Namjoon grinned, but with the makeup it melted Jungkook in his shoes even more from how hungry his boyfriend looked.

Namjoon squeezed his waist and leaned down to give him a sweet kiss that was way too soft and gentle for how Jungkook was feeling, but it still made his knees weak and he had to clutch his hyung’s strong shoulders to not topple over.

Namjoon breathed a chuckle against his mouth, and rubbed soothing circles into his sides, “if I let go, can you stand on your own?”

Jungkook’s deep competitive streak surfaced and it snapped him out of his daze of melting down under Namjoon’s hands. He hardened his jaw. “I can walk just fine,” he lied, “you don’t have that much power, hyung.”

Namjoon languidly rubbed across the front of his waist with his thumbs through the fabric of his silky shirt. Solely out of pride, Jungkook bit his tongue so another embarrassing sound wouldn’t slip out of him at the deep pleasure building from the sensation.

Namjoon’s eyebrow quirked, clearly amused.

What good was an acting degree if he couldn’t even convince his hyung that he wasn’t affected enough to slide to the floor and drag Namjoon heavily on top of him?

“Alright, sweetheart,” Namjoon’s voice was slightly mocking, “then prove me wrong.”

His boyfriend’s steady support left as Namjoon let go and Jungkook’s knees buckled, making him tumble forward and curse, while he threw his arms around Namjoon’s shoulders so he wouldn’t fall.

“Don’t say a word,” he gritted between his teeth as Namjoon’s deep laugh filled the apartment.

“I’m just teasing, baby,” Namjoon’s silky laugh died down to his usual adoring and caring tone, and he hooked an arm around Jungkook’s waist, helping him stand up again. “I’m sorry, angel. I can’t help it. You know I love making you melt.”

His eyes flickered with their predatory gaze for only a second, until the sweet and kind Namjoon took over and he pressed a soft kiss to his temple.

Jungkook righted himself again, knees wobbling, and he whined, “my legs aren’t working. You’re not allowed to look sexy anymore. It’s dangerous for my health.”

Namjoon kissed him again, laughing. He apologized, before steadying Jungkook, and they were finally able to walk out of the apartment.

“Seriously, Kookie,” Namjoon slid his arm around Jungkook’s waist again after locking his door, “you look gorgeous. I’m going to have to fight everyone off tonight because they’ll all want a piece of you.”

Jungkook’s cheeks felt hot and he thanked Namjoon as he led Jungkook to the front door of the apartment building. Jungkook’s knees still felt precariously unstable as this dark sultry version of his normally adorable boyfriend continually stroked his thumb against his side while his fingers caressed circles over his waist, hidden underneath the hem of his leather jacket.

He defended, “if you keep touching my tummy I’m not going to be able to recover enough to walk the 6 blocks we need to go.”

Namjoon breathed a pleased laugh, but didn’t remove his hand, “I don’t mind carrying you.”

Jungkook balked, but Namjoon just tugged him closer. “I need to make sure everyone knows that you're mine, darling.” He turned and gave a dimpled smile, causing Jungkook’s cheeks to heat again, even against the chilled air.

He responded in disbelief, because Namjoon looked like a rich heir to a multi-million company. “Seriously, hyung? You’re the one that looks like sin incarnate.”

Namjoon licked his lips, holding back a smile, keeping his voice low as they walked across the street, “but you’re the one wearing the sexy leather pants, baby.”

Namjoon’s hand slid down and rested on his ass, and Jungkook tripped from his limbs spazzaming at the sensation.

Namjoon’s deep laugh rung out into the quiet night, and he gave Jungkook’s ass a loving pat before sliding his hand to tuck him back against his side and settle on his hip.

“Maybe you’re right, love, and dressing up for a date is bad for your health. Next time we’ll go to the five-star restaurant in sweatpants.”

Jungkook shoved his face into Namjoon’s shoulder to hide, and prayed that he wouldn’t die in the short time it took them to walk to the restaurant.

...

Namjoon was back to the sweet version that Jungkook was more accustomed to, even if he cracked a once or twice. Jungkook caught him staring throughout dinner like he had so many other times, just like a tiger waiting to pounce.

It made Jungkook’s heart speed up, and he dropped his chopsticks three times before got a grip on himself.

It didn’t help that Namjoon looked like a god, and Jungkook couldn’t rip his eyes away. It seemed like everyone else was staring entranced too. Jungkook was sure that their waiter had a crush on Namjoon. He honestly didn’t blame him, because of how Namjoon radiated the same energy in his fancy outfit that he did when he was rapping.

Even though Namjoon was completely oblivious to how their blonde waiter was staring, it still made Jungkook bubble with triumph as Namjoon called him his bunny and the waiter almost spilled their bottle of wine and blushed beet red at the realization that they were on a date, before averting his eyes.

“I think he thought we were cousins or something,” Jungkook grinned as they sipped merlot in the candle light and warm glow of the nearby granite fireplace.

Namjoon looked around, confused, “who?”

It made Jungkook want to giggle that his boyfriend was so oblivious to any flitations around him, apart from Jungkook. “Our waiter was crushing on you,” he grinned and sipped, enjoying the deep musky flavor of his drink.

Namjoon blinked, “I wasn’t paying any attention…I thought we had a waitress.”

Jungkook had to cover his mouth to not burst out laughing and disrupt the expensive intimate atmosphere. His eyes were scrunched in happiness as he held it back, and tinked his cup against Namjoon’s, giving a cheers. “I love you,” he toasted, and Namjoon beamed right back, his enamored expression shining through the layers of sultry shadow painted across his eyelids.

“I’ll toast to that.” He hummed a soft harmony with the notes that their wine glasses made as they cheersed again.

They sunk into the peaceful live string music with enjoyment of a change of pace from ramen on the couch to a fancy date. Jungkook was more than happy to be here because it was with Namjoon, and he couldn’t help but gaze at him with what he was sure was stars in his eyes as the elder talked until the first round of food was brought out.

Namjoon looked with skepticism at the small portion on each of their pristine plates. “Kook-ah, these are tiny,” his voice was soft and his eyes were wide and caring as he whispered, “are you gonna be okay? We can get something after.”

Jungkook grinned and nibbled on the fish coated cracker, a savory medley of flavor exploding across his tongue. “Trust me, hyung. You won’t even care. The flavor.” Namjoon almost dropped his cracker, but bit it. As experienced the same symphony in Jungkook’s mouth, his eyes lit up in understanding.

...

Five courses of tiny portions later and a shared bottle of wine, Jungkook looked over the dessert menu while Namjoon not-so-subtly gazed at him. The ambient fireplace that crackled in the corner bathed their table in soft glowing orange light and reflected off his hyung’s hair.

Jungkook ordered a slice of raspberry cheesecake for them to split, and aside from it being the smallest sliver on the planet, it was truly one of the best desserts he’d ever had. Jungkook stole the bill from the waiter before Namjoon could, not wanting his hyung to see how expensive their dinner had been. He knew that Namjoon would insist on paying for it, and Jungkook wouldn’t be able to convince him otherwise. His hyung was saving up for new music equipment, and while they never talked numbers, Jungkook was sure he made double, if not triple what Namjoon did.

He gave a shimmering thankful smile to their waiter, who stared back a little starstruck and dumbfounded, as if he was seeing Jungkook for the first time. Namjoon glared at the guy, and took Jungkook’s hand across the table, making sure to call him baby bunny and sugar when the man came back to return his black card. Jungkook’s belly prickled with heat at Namjoon acting possessive about him, and the waiter blushed again when Namjoon stood and helped Jungkook up before promptly tugging him against his side and sliding his palm around his waist to settle in the back pocket of his leather pants.

Jungkook’s ears heated as Namjoon blatantly claimed him with a hand on his ass, and he tried to shove down the deep heat swirling in him from how good that felt. He filed away for later, whatever public possession or territorial kink he was discovering in the moment.

Back on the street, Jungkook thanked the chill of the air that wove through his thin silky shirt open across his chest and cooled his skin. Namjoon and him strolled together, until his boyfriend lit up when a street vendor near the park came into view.

“Baby, look!” He tugged him to follow and Jungkook laughed as Namjoon all but dragged him to the traveling street car. “They have bungeo-ppang!”

Namjoon looked at him with his big coffee eyes and was much too adorably excited for how sultry he looked in his sleek formal getup. He and Jungkook waited in line together, because there was no way Jungkook could say no when Namjoon got so excited about bean pastries in the shape of a fish. Jungkook also didn’t mind the wait because he could go for some street food. Their meal had been bursting with flavor and treated his tastebuds like heaven, but hadn’t treated his belly with the same kindness. He didn’t feel even close to full enough to count what they’d eaten as a regular dinner.

Namjoon ordered while he was distracted, and paid before Jungkook could even protest. They waited a safe distance from a few other couples, and Namjoon tucked close to Jungkook, assuming that he must be cold even though Jungkook was perfectly warm in his leather pants and jacket.

Namjoon softly rubbed his hand back and forth across his waist, hidden underneath the hem of his jacket, the touch making him blush and wound up. He felt like a spring being coiled tighter and wanted to go back home so he could jump on Namjoon and release all of his pent-up energy.

“I’m sorry that the food was so small, Kook-ah, especially since I’m sure it cost more than my college tuition.” Jungkook snorted a soft laugh and Namjoon nuzzled into his cheek. “You’re still hungry, right, baby?”

Jungkook quietly nodded, and Namjoon gave a loving rub to his sides underneath his jacket, before removing his hands to go collect their order when his name was called, leaving Jungkook gasping and his blood sizzling, trying to regain his bearings from something so simple as a touch to his stomach.

He swallowed hard and snapped back to focus, following Namjoon to the deserted playground in the park meant for children. Namjoon plopped down on the cold metal, grinning at Jungkook from the top of a slide.

“I’m going to eat your pajeon if you don’t get your cute little leather-clad ass up here.”

Jungkook climbed up the fire pole instead of going up the stairs, and swung next to Namjoon, stealing said pajeon. “You know better than to threaten that, hyung,” he grinned and chomped a huge bite, the savory flavor filling his mouth and making him sigh in contentment.

Namjoon handed him a cute fish shaped bungeo-ppang after Jungkook sucked the leftover filling from his thumb, and cuddled closer to his boyfriend’s side. They ate in the comfortable quiet, enjoying the night air and the soft hum of bugs signaling that summer was coming. The second he finished his fish cake, sighing again in happiness, Namjoon set another in his hand.

Jungkook raised his eyebrows, but Namjoon just shrugged with a smile. “I know you’ve gotta still be hungry, baby bunny.”

A warm pink spread across Jungkook’s nose as he happily bit into the delicious salty snack, humming in affirmation. Namjoon’s arm came around him, and the sides of their thighs kissed, feeling warm in contrast to the cool metal of the slide beneath their stretched legs.

Namjoon rubbed up and down Jungkook’s arm affectionately, and he enjoyed how comfortable it was, here at a children’s playground in the dead of night, with glowing neon signs of shops across the park washing the dewy grass with color.

“Baby, I’m full,” Namjoon spoke into the quiet as he pushed the remaining two pajeons wrapped in paper over to him, and handed Jungkook the half-eaten fish, looking sad with his tail gone.

“Hyung, why did you order so much?” Jungkook laughed, but took it from him, finishing the sad fishy off.

Namjoon shrugged, tugging him closer and said, “I got excited. The little beungis were so cute.”

Jungkook snorted at his boyfriend’s adoration of marine life, even in food-form, and ate one of the remaining pajeons, sighing in contentment that he finally felt full. Jungkook was so content here, and rested his head on Namjoon’s shoulder, nibbling on the last savory cake.

Namjoon’s warm palm slid back over his waist, and he gave his hip a tiny squeeze as he whispered into the night, “love you, my Jungkookie.”

Jungkook’s eyes fluttered shut as warmth spread through his chest, and he repeated the words, needing his hyung to know how much he felt in return, even though he was sure that Namjoon already knew.

He’d never be able to explain how he was lucky enough to find his hyung, and was internally indebted to Jimin for calling his phone that day after the gym and demanding pink macarons. He hummed in contentment, feeling the warmth continually spread through him, until he fluttered open his eyes, realizing that Namjoon had been gently rubbing circles across his stomach, lulling him into a melty daze.

“Hyung,” he playfully protested, but it came out too syrupy for it to have any real weight.

“How do you feel, bun?” He asked quietly against Jungkook’s temple, softly rubbing over his silk-clad stomach.

He sighed out the truth, “wonderful.”

Namjoon quietly chuckled, then gave his tummy a pat, “You’re so cute, baby. But I meant was dinner enough? You feel full now, but are you comfortable? I can always get you some more.”

Heat bloomed on his cheeks and deep in his stomach. “Yes,” he swallowed thickly, “I’m full.”

Namjoon hummed in approval and gave his belly another pat, which felt warm and comfortably heavy from 6 large street cakes on top of their restaurant food. Namjoon nuzzled his temple again, feeling across Jungkook’s now-curved waist with his palm and making heat spark in his core. “Mmmmm, I love your tummy, Kookie,” he smiled against his warm cheek, breathing, “want my bunny to be full and satisfied after a date.”

Jungkook’s body prickled with desire and Namjoon continually rubbed across his middle. Jungkook’s abdomen clenched with growing heat, and he had to move otherwise he would end up melting into Namjoon in a public playground.

Jungkook pushed himself forward, and slid down the children’s slide, thankfully landing on his feet in the damp woodchips. He turned back to see Namjoon languidly spread out a few feet above him, like a tiger basking in a tree.

“Ready to go home, hyung?” he gave a cheeky smile to hide all the swirling fire in his belly, his limbs coiled even tighter and ready to snap.

Namjoon flashed his dimples back and slid down to meet him.

Jungkook needed the short walk back to Namjoon’s apartment to cool off. The only trouble was, he didn’t. As they strode home, Namjoon tucked him into his side again, and held his hand, rubbing his thumb back and forth across his knuckles in a way that shot tingles up his arm, and did nothing to tamp the heat or his increasing heart beat.

...

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Namjoon set a pot of coffee to brew, humming happily to himself that they had such a wonderful date. Jungkook truly knew all the best places to eat, and he considered himself lucky that he had a bunny-shaped key to all the food-knowlege in the city.

Namjoon wiggled his toes in the soft kitchen mat and reached up to put the tin of coffee and measuring spoon back in the cupboard.

Warm hands settled over his waist and he started in surprise, his fingers fumbling and dropping the plastic measuring spoon that tumbled to the counter and down onto the tile floor. Jungkook sidled up behind him, his hands sliding around to hold Namjoon’s hips.

Namjoon’s mouth went dry and he had to lick his lips as his heart bolted to racing inside of his chest. He wasn’t used to Jungkook coming onto him, it was usually soft chocolatey doe eyes, open arms, and a cute rosy pout accompanied by hyung, please cuddle with me.

“Hyung,” warm breath fanned across the side of his neck, Jungkook’s tone not at all how he usually sounded. Namjoon swallowed hard at the deep wanting voice.

He croaked out, “y-yes, bun?”

A soft chuckle reverberated against his back, and Jungkook’s fingers squeezed his hips.

“Bun,” he repeated, his voice low and his lips ghosting across the sensitive skin behind Namjoon’s ear.

He had to clutch the edge of the counter for support, worried that he would crumple to the floor when Jungkook was being like this.

“You made me melt all evening, hyung,” Jungkook lightly dragged the tip of his nose up the side of Namjoon’s neck. Tingles erupted on his skin. “Calling me bunny in front of the waiter, and grabbing my ass so everyone knows I belong to you.”

Namjoon’s toes curled. Maybe he shouldn’t have been so rash at the restaurant, but their waiter was staring at his Jungkook like he was a greek god, Apollo descended to earth to grace everyone with his heavenly beauty. Namjoon had gotten caught up in his head, and wanted to show that the privilege to be with this shining man was his and his alone.

He felt like he needed to apologize to Jungkook now that he wasn’t racked with jealousy. He always hated it when men acted that way, and he’d done the exact same thing in the heat of the moment. His voice came out thick, “I’m sorry, Kook-ah, I didn’t mean to be so possessive or be such a jerk. You’re no one’s but your own.”

Jungkook nearly fucking purred behind him, his fingertips kneading into Namjoon’s hips and making his core tighten.

“But I am yours, hyung.” He whispered against his neck, drawing tiny shapes with his nose against Namjoon’s heating skin. “I appreciate your sentiment, my sweet kindhearted Joonie,” he placed a tiny feather kiss behind his ear, whispering, “my big caring sweetheart hyung.”

Namjoon’s grip was loosening as he relaxed, knowing that Jungkook wasn’t angry with him, but then his blood spiked as Jungkook bit his earlobe.

“But let me make myself completely clear,” Jungkook growled into his ear, his fingers digging deep and kneading down Namjoon’s thighs. “You fucking own me, hyung.”

Namjoon’s grip tightened on the sink again, his knuckles turning white as all of his blood furiously pumped through his veins.

“And I-” Jungkook breathed into his ear, “I own you too.”

Namjoon’s knees gave out, and he crumpled against the front of the sink. He swore viciously as he caught himself, Jungkook’s strong hands steadying him from toppling. A soft deep chuckle tumbled out of Jungkook like silk, sliding down Namjoon’s spine and heating up his core.

“You made me discover a little possession kink tonight,” Jungkook giggled, “looks like you have it too, hyung.”

Namjoon’s limbs felt like jelly, and Jungkook’s lightening fast mood changes and the way his body was pressed against him did not help Namjoon to regain a grip on his hazy, swirling, lust-fogged thoughts. He felt exactly like he had when Jungkook had body-worshiped him on the couch months ago, stripping away all of the layers of rationality until there was only his core-self exposed. He became a mess of pulpy emotions that didn’t have a dream of thinking clearly, and he was quickly slipping now into that same place, losing his grasp on rationality.

There was something about Jungkook… quiet, adorable, and soft, always asking Namjoon for hugs and to rub his tummy. Something that flipped on like a rusty lightswitch, turning his cute doe-eyed boyfriend into this hungry wanting version that was so unlike how he usually was.

Namjoon didn’t stand a chance when Jungkook got like this.

It had only happened twice before, like quick flashes of light behind a closed door. But now, Namjoon wanted to unlock it, creak it open, and see everything hidden inside that Jungkook usually kept shut tight away. The tiny glimpses he’d had when he’d been shoved against Jungkook’s bedroom door and later sprawled out on the couch had both been during a time in their relationship when Namjoon had been trying to be so careful.

Before they were physically intimate, Namjoon had still been intent to prove to Jungkook that he was here for the long-haul, not just a quick fuck of his internet crush. Even then, Namjoon had been dangerously close to letting all of his inhibitions go.

But that was before. Things were different now.

He didn’t have any reason to hold on to the part of his brain trying to tug him back to reality. Just like Jungkook had said, they were fully and completely each other's.

“K-kook-ah,” his voice broke and he had to clear his throat. He shakily pushed himself back up with his arms, and turned to face Jungkook.

Namjoon had to desperately grip the edge of the kitchen sink again because fuck. His boyfriend looked so… fuck, he couldn’t even describe it.

Jungkook looked so in control of him, like Namjoon was tiny and sitting in the palm of Jungkook’s hand. His smoked eyes were lidded, pupils dark and blown wide, swallowing the chocolate rings. His normally soft expression was intense and hungry. His nimble hands were keeping Namjoon upright by supporting his waist.

Namjoon felt delicate and so wanted, like he could let himself fall into Jungkook.

Namjoon had to swallow hard because Jungkook slowly licked over his own lower lip to wet it, looking utterly kissable. Jungkook stared at Namjoon like he did fresh-baked cookies, and Namjoon so badly wanted to be devoured by this dark version of his normally cute-bunny boyfriend.

His stomach coiled with heat, and he was in serious danger of forgetting everything he’d wanted to say. “K-oo…” his voice died as Jungkook tilted his head to the side, looking unfairly attractive as he analyzed Namjoon’s wide eyes. His black tousled hair shifted with his movements while his dripping silver earrings gently swung.

Namjoon had to bite his tongue to keep in an embarrassing sound threatening to escape his throat as Jungkook’s fingers rubbed circles into his hips.

Jungkook seemed to find what he was looking for in Namjoon’s gaze, because his expression shifted. His dark eyes sparkled as something clicked in Jungkook’s mind, and a slow hungry smile spread across his face. Namjoon was sure that he had just read all of his thoughts through his pupils even though he didn’t speak aloud.

“Hyungie,” Jungkook’s velvety voice caressed his ears, making his knees wobble. “Hyung, what’s the safeword?”

What?

Namjoon’s brain gears weren’t turning correctly. Safeword?

Jungkook’s implied message smacked him across the face, and his cheeks heated. Jungkook had most definitely read Namjoon’s thoughts correctly.

“B-roccoli,” he choked out, tongue heavy in his mouth.

Jungkook nodded in satisfaction, then hooked his fingers in the belt loops of Namjoon’s dress pants, giving a gentle tug forwards. “And when do we use it?” His smile grew, sweet and sticky.

Namjoon felt like he was answering a test question in a classroom. He tried to clear his throat to say with more steadiness, “when I want to slow down.”

Jungkook tugged on his belt loops again. “Or if you’re uncomfortable, or tired, or need a break, or want to stop.” Jungkook said with care steeped in his voice as he detached Namjoon’s hands from clutching the edge of the sink.

Namjoon nodded in understanding, his chest heating that Jungkook was acting like his hyung, taking care of him. He let Jungkook rub the stiffness out of his fingers, and then took a shaky step forward as Jungkook led him, carefully guiding him away from the counter.

“As much as I love your kitchen, hyung,” he grinned, “I’d much rather fuck you in bed.”

Namjoon’s tongue tied, his stomach clenched, and he tripped. Jungkook helped right him, and continued guiding him back away from the percolating coffee pot on the counter, and down the short hallway.

Namjoon gave himself a lot of credit that he could even walk right now, and that he only tripped two more times.

“Let Kookie take care of you, hyung,” Jungkook’s eyes glimmered darkly as he nudged open Namjoon’s bedroom door with his heel, and gently pulled Namjoon inside.

Jungkook flicked on the soft reading lamp on Namjoon’s bedside table, and moved back in front of him. His hands pet down the front of Namjoon’s jacket, and began untying the cloth belt at his waist. Namjoon knew that he should say something, but his mouth wasn’t working, and all he could do was stare at Jungkook’s heavily lidded eyes as he slid the jacket off his shoulders, then carefully hung it up.

“You looked so hot tonight, hyung,” Jungkook said as he came back with a cute smile, opposite to his dark eyes and leather outfit dripping with silver. He gently untucked Namjoon’s turtleneck, sliding his warm palms up his stomach to bring up the fabric. “Arms up, please,” he said in his velvety coaxing voice, and Namjoon put his arms above his head so Jungkook could slide off his shirt and neatly fold it to set on his dresser.

The fact that Jungkook was treating him with such care that he was folding his clothes instead of discarding them in a heap on the floor made Namjoon’s chest heat with love. Jungkook left on his gold necklace, readjusting it so the clasp was at the back of his neck, and he flashed a cute smile at Namjoon’s baffled expression.

“You deserve to be treated with adoration, hyung,” Jungkook could apparently read his face and his eyes tonight like an open book, even though Namjoon had lost the ability to form coherent speech. “Your fancy clothes shouldn’t get wrinkled for no reason,” he smiled again, then slid his palms down Namjoon’s chest and waist, sparking the heat in him once more. Jungkook slowly undid Namjoon’s belt, smiling with his bunny grin the entire time while he unzipped his dress pants and let them slink to the ground. Jungkook offered his palms and said, “please don’t trip, hyung.”

Namjoon put his trembling hands in Jungkook’s steady ones, and carefully stepped out of the pool of fabric on the carpet, only for Jungkook to lead him to sit on the bed before bending down to pick the pants up, carefully fold them, and hang them up with his jacket.

Jungkook turned to face him, grinning, and shucked off his leather jacket, letting it fall carelessly to the floor as he began unbuttoning his silk black shirt that was already half open. “You’re quiet tonight, hyung,” his eyes glimmered knowingly because Namjoon was sure that Jungkook knew how heavy his tongue was and that speech would be a damn miracle.

He watched the silk shirt flutter to the floor like a descending bird. The stark contrast of Jungkook’s outfit discarded on the floor with his own carefully folded suit and shirt made something akin to liquid gold spread through his insides. Jungkook didn’t stop smiling at him as he undid his own belt, needing to all but peel the leather off his muscled thighs.

“These took me forever to get on, you know that?” He said in a light giggly voice, before he kicked them off his ankles and sauntered to Namjoon in only dark underwear. He cupped Namjoon’s cheeks and rubbed his thumbs back and forth. He tilted his face up and spoke softly, “Joonie-hyung, I need you to promise me that you’ll say something if I’m too much, alright? I need to know that your quietness isn’t stress or discomfort.”

Namjoon blinked, unsure of how Jungkook could have deduced that. He swallowed thickly, needing to reassure his precious bunny. His voice came out in a scratchy croak, “Of course, Kook-ah. I promise. I can’t talk because you’re so fucking sexy and in control of me, and I fucking love it.”

A soft chiming giggle bubbled out of Jungkook, and he leaned down to give him a cute peck of his lips. “In that case,” Jungkook all but shoved his shoulders back, and Namjoon fell flat onto the bed, Jungkook climbing on top of him.

His previous expression of wide caring eyes melted back to hooded lust. All of his silver jewelry glimmered in the light of Namjoon’s lamp, and he stared up in awe as Jungkook looked like a dark angel hovering above him.

Before Jungkook connected their lips, he took Namjoon’s hand and pressed it against his softly distended stomach, making a whine tumble out of Namjoon’s throat. The boy above him grinned, looking more demon than angel now. “You don’t mind that I’m going to fuck you with a full tummy, right hyung?” He pressed Namjoon’s palm over the small swell, making him rub his hand back and forth to feel it.

Namjoon quickly shook his head no. “Don’t mind at all. Yes please.” He inhaled harshly as Jungkook’s smile sharpened.

“Tonight, on our date… You bought so much food at the street vendor just for me, even though you weren’t hungry at all, hyung. Were you?” He said it like a fact rather than a question, and Namjoon nodded, because it was true.

“I wanted you full, Kookie,” he exhaled his held breath, still feeling across Jungkook’s gloriously distended silky-soft stomach that fit perfectly in his hand. Another little giggle tumbled out of the boy, and he leaned down to press his warm lips against Namjoon’s.

Jungkook fused their mouths together, kissing him messily as he pushed Namjoon’s lips open and poured in his flavor. Namjoon sighed into the kiss, opening willingly, and all of his limbs relaxing as his boyfriend’s airy sweet taste spread through him. Jungkook always managed to taste like chocolate even though they hadn’t eaten any at dinner. Namjoon told him, in adoration of his flavor, earning a giggle into the kiss and a nip on his lower lip.

Namjoon had always lived so caught up in his head, thinking too much, but with Jungkook he could dissolve and just be. He didn’t have to worry about anything, and everything outside of their little bubble faded away. He let himself steep in Jungkook’s hungry adoring kisses and hands sliding all over his body, like he was trying to memorize all of Namjoon’s shapes and lines.

“Hyung,” Jungkook spoke into his mouth, swallowing the low moan the tumbled out of Namjoon, “I don’t think you’re gonna be flexible enough to be fucked on your back.”

Namjoon moaned again, tugging Jungkook’s soft hair and sliding a hand down his spine.

“Definitely not,” he breathed, and Jungkook chuckled. Just to try, Jungkook lifted his knees as far up as he could, and Namjoon first laughed, before saying, “seriously, baby, this is as far as I go.”

Jungkook smiled, setting his knees back down before he kissed him again, happily humming. “You call me your baby, but don’t you think that you’re my baby right now?” Jungkook licked over his swollen lips and Namjoon gripped Jungkook’s tiny waist laid over his. His fingers met at the bottom of the boy’s spine as Namjoon exhaled in response, “yes.”

Jungkook’s velvet chuckle fell over him again like a fuzzy blanket, and his lips skimmed down Namjoon’s flushed cheek. “I want to mark you up first, baby, so you remember tomorrow how good you felt. I remember you said you like having some bruises to show.”

A groan tumbled out of him as Jungkook attached his lips to Namjoon’s neck and sucked hard. The tingling pleasure borderlining on pain prickled through him, and Jungkook let his skin go with an audible pop before pressing his tongue against the red mark and soothingly licking over it.

“F-fuck,” Namjoon tilted his head back to give Jungkook more room to paint his skin. He sucked more splotches down his neck and across his collarbones, laving his tongue over them to soothe after pulling the blood to the surface.

Jungkook hummed in satisfaction when Namjoon’s neck and collarbones looked thoroughly debauched, painted with bright red circles that he knew would darken to inky purple by the morning.

Jungkook ran his fingertip down Namjoon’s jaw, dragging it across the overly-sensitive skin of his neck, and down his chest to hook in the gold necklace he wore. He smiled at how Namjoon looked underneath him, pupils blown wide, and said sticky sweet, “hyung, your skin looks like golden honey… I think that all the time. You even taste like honey too.”

Namjoon swallowed and Jungkook circled one of the sucked marks over his pulse with the tip of his finger. He wasn’t sure how his cute bunny could look so sultry, but with his dark expression, lidded hungry eyes, and kiss-swollen lips that he kept running his tongue over, Namjoon would have done anything he asked.

“Looks like you’re going to have to flip over, baby,” Jungkook grinned, “so I can fuck you properly as you lay on your stomach.”

The sound slipped out of Namjoon’s mouth before he had a chance to even think about stopping it. He sunk deeper into his mind where Jungkook was leading him, and pushed himself to turn over, not caring that his face was pressed flat into the comforter.

Jungkook softly laughed behind him, petting his hands down his back and moving to straddle him. “My hyungie is so eager,” he teased, but grabbed a pillow and gently lifted Namjoon’s head to rest more comfortably. More fuzzy heat trickled through him at the sweet gesture, and Jungkook’s hands slid down his sides to take off his boxers.

“Just checking in, hyung,” Jungkook said with his thick voice, “it’s been a while? No one’s been fucking you while we’ve been dating?”

Namjoon’s fingers twisted in the comforter, because the way Jungkook said that. It was a genius way of subtly asking how gentle he needed to be while disguising it as possession, sending even more throbbing heat to Namjoon’s belly and making his body sensitive.

“S’been years,” he responded breathlessly, and Jungkook made that delighted purring sound again, drawing shapes down his back with his fingertips.

Namjoon loved bottoming and feeling delicate, but he hadn’t found someone he trusted enough in such a long time. Not like the way he trusted Jungkook.

His boyfriend slid his hands down and kneaded the globes of his ass. “I’ll be gentle, Joonie,” he whispered softly, and Namjoon heard the smirk creep into Jungkook’s voice as he added on, “at least to start. Until you’re nice and open and fall apart.”

Namjoon moaned into the pillow, clutching it, and Jungkook tsked behind him. “If you hide your sounds from me, hyung, I’m going to have to take the pillow away. I want to hear you.”

Namjoon bit on his lower lip, but then deliberately tilted his face to the side so he could make the same sound into the quiet of his bedroom, unmuffled. Jungkook bent down to kiss his spine in a silent thank you.

He wasn’t sure when Jungkook had found the lube in his nightstand drawer, but he heard the click of the cap and just the promise of it made another sound tumble from his lips.

“I thought you were quiet, hyung,” Jungkook teased in his dark voice, “but you’re really moany. I’m not sure I knew that about you.”

This, made Namjoon groan again, and Jungkook’s delighted laugh filled the space, sounding just like the bunny that Namjoon knew so well and heard giggle every day. Jungkook squeezed his buttcheek affectionatley, then his warm lubed fingers brushed his sensitive skin and gently began circling his hole.

Namjoon pressed his eyes shut as his dick throbbed and the weight of Jungkook sitting on the back of his thighs made him feel like he was being mounted. His brain sputtered at the thought until Jungkook gently pressed in his finger, making Namjoon’s back muscles flinch.

“Hyung, you okay?” Jungkook asked quietly as he slowly worked his finger in and out, slick with lube and making Namjoon want to push back to chase the feeling. He stumbled out a yes to reassure him, before doing his best to be patient as Jungkook took his time, being thorough. He kept his free hand sliding up and down Namjoon’s side and hip, even as he worked in a second finger, then a third.

Namjoon’s brain felt like it was shutting off, drowning in all the syrupy sensations of Jungkook fucking his fingers into him slowly and with such carefulness.

“Kook-ah,” he breathed, “I won’t break. You can fuck me harder.” A soft rumble came from behind him, and the pressure of Jungkook’s fingers filling him up increased.

“You shouldn’t say that to me, hyung,” Jungkook breathed, “I’m trying very hard to be slow for you.”

The words fell out of him on instinct, “you don’t have to. I don’t want you to hold back.”

Jungkook’s hand tightened on his hip, and a groan tumbled out of Namjoon as his boyfriend’s long nimble fingers scissored and worked at an angle that made white light bloom against the back of his eyelids.

“That’s it,” Jungkook purred behind him, continually massaging the area and making Namjoon feel like he was about to explode or catch on fire. Maybe both.

Jungkook slowly pulled his fingers out, causing Namjoon to shift his hips at the uncomfortable emptiness inside of him.

“Hyung,” Jungkook bent over him, his chest against his back, and lips brushing against his ear. Jungkook’s silver chain necklaces pooled against the top of his spine, a cold contrast to his hot skin. Jungkook’s voice was soft and sweet, completely opposite to how he was sure Jungkook looked right now. “Would you like me to wear a condom, hyung?”

Namjoon shook his head no into the pillow, and Jungkook’s hand that had been on his hip slid up to run through the back of his hair, all of Namjoon’s skin feeling damp with a sheen of sweat.

“You made me feel so good last time, and I’d love to return the favor,” Jungkook nuzzled into the exposed side of his cheek, “I don’t think my cock will push up into your belly like yours does for me, but I’d still love to come inside of you, and fill you up.”

Namjoon inhaled harshly and a string of curses tumbled out of him, and then he defended Jungkook, muffled into the pillow, “you have a tiny waist, I’m sure anyone can reach your tummy.”

Jungkook breathed out a soft laugh, petting his hair, and replied with a deep praising timbre, “You were the first, hyung.” He patted Namjoon’s head, kissing his neck because he couldn’t reach Namjoon’s cheek, and pulled back.

Jungkook’s weight left his back, and Namjoon’s stomach clenched in anticipation.

Jungkook kept a hand on Namjoon’s ass as he lubed up his cock, the sound wet, and Namjoon wondered when he had taken off his own underwear. He wondered if they had been off this whole time, and the thought made Namjoon’s fingers grip his pillow.

“Alright hyung,” Jungkook’s voice stopped his thoughts, and he said with a teasing boyish tone, “any last words?”

Namjoon lifted his head out of the pillow and groaned, “For fuck sakes, Jungkook. Fuck me.” The tinkling laugh sounded behind him again, and Jungkook’s hand patted Namjoon’s hip before he sunk down and pushed his cock into Namjoon.

Namjoon’s head fell back down on the pillow as deep fullness began spreading into him as Jungkook filled him up with his cock. “Fucking finally,” he breathed into the quiet pillow, but Jungkook had heard him, and pushed in deeper, making Namjoon’s legs and hands twitch.

“Fine, hyung. Have it your way,” Jungkook’s hands gripped Namjoon’s hips, his fingers digging in, and he pushed his body flush against Namjoon. A groan tumbled out of him as Jungkook bottomed out, filling him in a way that spread sparks throughout his whole body.

He mumbled swear words into his pillow as his fingers trembled. Jungkook gave him enough time to adjust to his size and grumbled little praises on top of Namjoon about how good he felt, making Namjoon’s ears flush.

He could feel Jungkook’s chest expand on his back when he inhaled, and he wasn’t sure if he was feeling Jungkook’s pounding heartbeat or his own. Namjoon sucked in a lungful of air as Jungkook squeezed his hips, dragged his cock out, and pushed even deeper back into him.

The sparks inside of him bloomed brighter in his core.

Jungkook rumbled with pleasure, and lifted up Namjoon’s hips, rolling his own into Namjoon’s ass and pumping waves of heat into his body. Namjoon let his mind shut off completely as everything was consumed by Jungkook picking a rhythm of pushing deep, grinding his cock into him, and pulling back to roll into him again.

Saliva flooded Namjoon’s mouth and he accidentally drooled facedown in the pillow as his boyfriend fucked into him again and again, bruising his hip bones with his finger tips and digging his own rolling hips so deep into him that he wondered if his ass would bruise too. He thought of himself like a peach that Jungkook was manhandling, and the thought of showing visible marks tomorrow made more drool trickle over his lips.

He tried to push his hips back into Jungkook as hot flames licked his insides, but Jungkook was grinding into him so hard that he was shoved flat into the mattress. He sunk a little deeper with each thrust until he felt like he was going to combust.

Jungkook’s low moan behind him matched his own, and his stuttering hips rolled into him with more intensity. Jungkook’s weight pushed him down and he moaned into Namjoon’s ear.

“Taking it so well, hyung. I’m gonna fucking breed you.”

Jungkook’s hands pet down his sides to thrust his hips in again, pulsing more fire through Namjoon’s body. His warm palms slid back up him, spreading fire through his touch like he was burning candles on Namjoon’s skin. His fingers entwined with Namjoon’s and he groaned low in his chest, his hips bucking with less control as he thrust deep into him.

The dam in Namjoon broke, and he boiled inside as his orgasm tore through him, flashing bright behind his eyelids and heavy in his core as he came.

Jungkook let out a long intense groan as Namjoon’s ass clenched, and both of their hands tightened around each other’s as Jungkook followed. A tiny yelp slipped out of Namjoon as thick warm heat poured into him from Jungkook, making Namjoon feel even more full.

“O-oh fuck,” he shakily swore as Jungkook pumped cum inside of him, and Namjoon’s mouth flooded again, spilling over his lips. He’d never felt hot liquid pulse into him like this, and it was fucking incredible.

Jungkook let out a shaky breath, and his body collapsed over him, limp as he sunk into the pleasure of his own orgasm. Namjoon felt spent like a wet noodle, then scrunched his nose at that image. The pillow under him was grossly soaked from all of his drool, and he moved it out of the way to sink down into the comforter and enjoy the pleasure lapping at him like waves on a shore.

Jungkook heavily pushed him down and caught his breath, all of their skin sticky with sweat. He squeezed Jungkook’s fingers in a silent affirmation, and basked in the afterglow of his orgasm.

Namjoon’s heart eventually decreased its pounding, and he slowly returned into his body and mind. He breathed deep into his lungs, catching as much air as he could to ride out all of the pleasure.

A soft whine sounded next to his ear, and Namjoon exhaled quickly to speak, “Kookie, are you okay?”

Jungkook nuzzled into the back of his neck, then against his jaw, and Namjoon smiled to himself as Jungkook’s hungry dominating personality had completely fizzled out and his bunny was back. Jungkook was seeking affection with the same sweetness that always filled his big chocolaty eyes when he asked to be cuddled, and Namjoon couldn’t help but grin.

Jungkook was just too damn cute and precious.

“Hyung,” his voice came out soft and wonderfully exhausted, filled with so much adoration and sweetness that Namjoon could almost taste it. “Hyung, did I do okay?”

A laugh tumbled out of Namjoon, and he lifted his head from the soft comforter. His mind flashed back to Jungkook grinding down into him on the couch until he came in his pants, then asking with tentative carefulness and a need to be praised: ‘I did a good job for you, hyung?’

“Love,” he breathed out through his delighted laugh, “you were perfect.”

Jungkook melted over him, nuzzling into him again and pressing small kisses all over his neck and shoulders.

“You fucked me to oblivion, Kookie,” he grinned, squeezing Jungkook’s fingers.

Jungkook’s soft breathy voice kissed his ears like his warm lips running down Namjoon’s shoulder, “I fucked you well, hyung? You promise you liked it?”

Namjoon wanted to turn around and wrap his arms around Jungkook to squeeze him for the rest of time, and tell him again and again how much he loved it. “Yes baby, I more than loved it,” he breathed, the urge bubbling in him to hold Jungkook and kiss him soft and sweet and for forever.

Jungkook let out a small whimper of happiness, and then pressed more kisses over anywhere he could reach, rubbing his thumbs in circles across Namjoon’s hands entwined with his own.

Namjoon sunk into the covers, breathing deep again as he let Jungkook’s affection fall down on him like gentle raindrops.

After enough time that Jungkook settled down again, rubbing his soft cheek against Namjoon’s skin and keeping his hands warm, Namjoon breathed out a confession. “That was the first time someone came inside of me.”

Jungkook pushed himself up onto his forearms, and Namjoon imagined his boyfriend’s dark eyebrows shooting up. “Really? Oh goodness, do you feel okay?”

Namjoon let out a tiny laugh, “yes, sweetheart, I feel great. It was just… really warm.”

Jungkook rubbed a hand back and forth over his shoulder soothingly. “Not everyone likes it,” he said gently, and Namjoon’s eyelids flew open.

“God no, don’t misunderstand. I loved it, Kook-ah. It was just new… I promise I thought it was really fucking hot.”

Jungkook gently tugged his shoulder, pulling them onto their sides and making Namjoon suck in a breath because he could feel Jungkook’s softened cock shift inside of him.

Jungkook whispered, “if I’m your first, then you’ve never felt yourself afterwards.” He tugged Namjoon’s shoulder again, “lay back on me hyung, then put your hands low on your tummy.”

Namjoon didn’t want to squish his boyfriend. Jungkook just scoffed, saying he would be fine, and tugged Namjoon to lay back against his chest. He settled his head to the side so he didn’t accidentally bash his skull into Jungkook’s nose, and shifted to get comfortable, resting his head over Jungkook’s shoulder.

His boyfriend guided his hands down his sides then over his stomach. “Right here,” he whispered into Namjoon’s ear, and settled Namjoon’s palm underneath his belly button.

Namjoon’s head shot up and he looked down at himself. “Holy fuck?”

Jungkook giggled underneath him, and Namjoon lifted his hand off of the bump in his stomach. He had a small swell in his normally flat abdomen, and all Namjoon could think was that it looked like he’d gained weight, the very bottom of his belly pushing out from being stuffed full of liquid.

“Oh my god,” he touched it again, poking at the squish and feeling his cheeks bloom with heat.

“That’s my cum, Joonie,” Jungkook’s hands slid next to his and then rested over his belly, making his face burn even more. Jungkook gently massaged the area, rubbing in circles to feel himself inside of Namjoon.

“F-fuck,” Namjoon stuttered, watching enamored as Jungkook reverently rubbed over the liquidy inflated bump.

Jungkook leaned up on his elbow to reconnect with Namjoon’s back as he continued petting Namjoon’s belly where he’d poured his seed. “See now why I majorly have this kink?” He kissed the back of Namjoon’s neck and peeked over his shoulder, making a rumbling sound of pleasure at seeing his hand cupping Namjoon’s stomach. “Fuck that’s hot, Joon,” he playfully bit Namjoon’s shoulder as they both continued to stare.

“Y-yeah,” he brokenly muttered. He had to swipe the back of his hand across his lips to keep himself from drooling as his mouth watered at the sight.

“You feel so full, hyung,” Jungkook kissed his shoulder again, “this is one of my absolute favorite parts about sex, and I did such a good job on you. You’re much more stuffed than I would’ve thought you’d be.” Jungkook then patted the low swollen section of his belly, and Namjoon swore again, swiping at his watering mouth.

“Fuck Kook- you’re going to make me come again,” he couldn’t look away, and Jungkook softly giggled behind him, keeping his hand over his middle.

“Good. If you come, then I’m going to, and guess who’s going to get fuller?” He tapped Namjoon’s belly knowingly, causing his cheeks to bloom red hot again.

“Shit,” he swallowed hard, and Jungkook’s hand slid down to wrap around his cock.

“Come for me, hyungie, then let me fill your belly.” Jungkook’s chest purred and he twisted his wrist.

“Fucking shit,” Namjoon’s arm shook where he was holding himself propped up, and Jungkook started stroking up and down his cock, quickly making himself flush back to full hardness. He swore out loud again as he felt Jungkook’s softened cock firm up inside of him. Jungkook shifted his hips with a whine, then began pumping Namjoon, massaging his nimble fingers in such a way that Namjoon didn’t stand a chance in hell.

Jungkook subtly shifted his hips upwards into Namjoon with each stroke of his hand, and breathed out, “I want you to watch, hyung. I’m going to fill you up so well.”

Namjoon wouldn’t look away even if the world was ending. Jungkook continued peeking over his shoulder too, needing something to do with his mouth and sucking a hickey on the back of Namjoon’s shoulder while he got the friction he needed inside of Namjoon.

Everything that was happening was making Namjoon gasp and his stomach muscles clench. The telltale heat coiled deep in his core, and Namjoon bucked up into Jungkook’s hand as Jungkook bucked his hips into him, pushing Namjoon right over the edge.

He groaned as pleasure washed through him again, white liquid spilling out of him and making an even bigger mess on his hips and thighs. Jungkook made the cutest little giggle under him, and worked him through his orgasm, before he dragged his fingers through the pooled liquid near Namjoon’s hip bone and drew a fucking heart in his cum.

“Now it’s my turn,” he felt Jungkook’s smirk against his skin as the boy shuddered underneath him. He made a combination of an exhale and a breathy moan, but kept his head up to see over Namjoon’s shoulder. Namjoon didn’t stop the drool from trickling over his lips as a fresh wave of warmth flooded in his belly from Jungkook, and his mouth fell open as he saw the bottom of his stomach swell to accommodate all of the extra liquid being pumped into him.

Jungkook bit his shoulder, whining and moaning as they both stared, transfixed. Jungkook shivered underneath him, and his cock pulsed inside of him as his orgasm rode out, thick heat pooling in Namjoon’s belly.

They both swore at the exact same time, and both of their hands moved to touch. Jungkook grabbed Namjoon’s wrist and guided his hand over the bulge in his stomach, pressing his hand on top of Namjoon’s so Namjoon could feel it first.

“Hyung, fuck, tell me it feels good, oh god.”

Namjoon’s lips and chin were embarrassingly wet with drool, but he didn’t care. He pushed his palm and fingers into the squishy bulge in his own middle, never experiencing anything like it before, and replied brokenly. “Yeah, baby, it feels amazingly good. Freaking euphoric. I’m so fucking full of you.”

Jungkook whimpered, his hand shifting over Namjoon’s restlessly and he knew his boyfriend was dying to feel. He moved his palm to the side and Jungkook quickly replaced it with his own, his whine drawing out into a deep moan as he felt all of his seed trapped in his stomach.

Jungkook let out a string of curses, rubbing his hand in deep circles, and fell back onto the bed, bringing his other hand up to Namjoon’s stomach to cup the swollen bulge beneath his belly button.

Namjoon swallowed hard, watching his boyfriend adoringly rub into the squish and moan underneath him at the feeling.

“Safe to say, this is the new number 1 kink on my list,” he gasped in between Jungkook’s noises as his hands continued feeling him.

Namjoon had never ever considered that he would like to see the expansion in his own tummy. But fuck, watching it with Jungkook, it happening because of Jungkook, made him want to gnaw on his lips and never ever look away.

After staring so hard his eyes hurt, he settled back on Jungkook’s chest. He sank into the ecstasy of his boyfriend rubbing his fingers into the bottom of his belly and the intermittent little moans that would slip out of Jungkook near his ear as he kept his hands on him.

“So full… of me. Made hyung full.” Jungkook whimpered and Namjoon’s eyelids fluttered, humming in pleasure at being adored.

Jungkook slowly calmed down, relaxing underneath Namjoon until he couldn’t feel Jungkook’s heart pounding into his back anymore and all of the boy’s muscles slowly relaxed.

Jungkook kept his hands resting on the bump in his stomach, but was now gently rubbing little circles instead of desperately feeling.

“Hyung,” Jungkook’s soft voice made his eyes flutter open, realizing how close he had been to falling asleep. “I know we need to get cleaned up, but I just want to fall asleep like this.”

Namjoon settled back, letting his eyes close again and snuggling into his boyfriend. “I don’t see why not, baby. I’m not going anywhere if you aren't.”

Jungkook made a soft sound, then said logically, “shouldn’t we go shower?”

Namjoon hummed, then rested his hands atop Jungkook’s, saying in a dazed syrupy voice, “probably. But I don’t care. This is too wonderful.”

Jungkook nuzzled him affectionately, giving a soft kiss. “I know I don’t need to say it, because you already know it,” Jungkook kissed behind his ear, “but I love you so much, Joonie. So much more than words can describe.”

Namjoon smiled in the comfort of his bedroom, knowing exactly what Jungkook meant. Those three words could never be enough to encompass all that he felt inside for Jungkook.

“I know, Jungkookie. I love you so much too, little bunny. The words we use will never be enough, but it’s all we have. I’ve got about 12 songs in my notebook about you, trying to find phrases that express how I feel.”

Jungkook made a delighted little sound, asking, “really?”

Namjoon nodded, humming in affirmation, agreeing once again, “words will never be enough to show you how much my heart beats for you, baby.”

Jungkook kissed under his ear again, whispering, “anything is enough for me, because it’s from you, hyung.”

Namjoon squeezed Jungkook’s hands, rubbing back and forth with his thumbs, and asked quietly, “you promise that ‘I love you’ is enough?”

Jungkook nuzzled him one last time, then relaxed, softly whispering like a secret.

“I promise, hyung. It’s enough.”