Work Text:
Namjoon couldn’t believe it.
He peered down on the scale beneath it, glaring daggers at the inanimate object, its bright red numbers mocking him. 67 kilograms. That was 3 kilograms more than when he started his diet!
He held his head in his hands, cursing the world. He had been so careful with his diet! He started pilates, drank pumpkin juice, ate oatmeal, all of that stuff, but it didn’t seem to pay off.
Well. Maybe he did cheat on his diets a lot. He would consider a cheat day any time he accidentally ate something he wasn’t supposed to, instead of just doing better for the rest of the day, but he had too much pride to admit that. He looked down on his shirtless form, prodding at the small layer of flesh accumulating at the curve of his tummy. It wasn’t much, as he was so tall, but still discouraging. He sighed, stepping off the scale and replacing his shirt-
He reached for his shirt, only to find it not where he thought he had left it, only air in its place. He had forgotten to bring a shirt.
He sighed, again, and opened the door, the silence of the bathroom disrupted by the maknaes emerging from the front door.
“Namjoonie!! Happy birthday! No peaking, these bags are for my eyes only!” Taehyung announced, seemingly proud of what he had purchased for Namjoon.
“That’s today?” He questioned, eyeing them curiously. Jungkook paled, Jimin scratching the back of his head.
“Well, no, but it’s September! Jungkookie’s birthday already passed, so now it’s your month!” Jimin excitedly explained, Jungkook’s cheeks now tinted pink.
“The rest of the hyungs agreed, you deserve it, Joonie. Honestly, when was the last time you even enjoyed yourself?” Jungkook asked, his eyes big and watery. Namjoon’s brain helpfully reminded him that he had eaten three cups of ramen yesterday, he most definitely enjoys himself too much. He sighed, ruffling Jungkook’s hair, the younger’s eyes now sparkling.
“Whatever you say, but I’m not going to cheat on my diet anytime soon.” Namjoon assured, their faces collectively scrunching up.
“You guys think you’re so sly- I knew you were going to break my diet again! Why do you guys hate it so much, anyways?” He asked, squinting. At that moment, Yoongi entered, settling on the couch undisturbed.
“Because you limit yourself and your happiness, Joon. Now listen to the kids, go eat a cake, and cuddle with hyung, I’m cold.” Yoongi announced, yawning and pulling his blanket over his shoulders. Namjoon paled.
“Cake?” He asked, his voice small. He was weak for cake. Apparently, the maknaes knew this, as they each pulled one out of their grocery bags. His mouth watered. Maybe he could cheat just this once.
Namjoon should slap his past self. He definitely underestimated his member’s determination on pampering him. He held his belly, jiggling it in his hands. This was much more than 3 kilos. He was scared to check the scale. He huffed, emerging from his bed, previously occupied by Hoseok and Seokjin. He did like that part of the “pampering”. His need for affection was definitely indulged in nowadays. He momentarily wondered where they had gone, only to make the mistake of smelling the heavenly aroma wafting from the kitchen. Seokjin. He pulled a new sweater, one of his gifts, over his head. It was definitely baggier than what he was used to, but so comfy. His tummy pushed up against it, but wasn’t restrained. He really had packed on the pounds. With a small struggle, he pulled up a pair of shorts past his thighs. These were new, too. He was glad they had gotten him so many new clothes, because he had outgrown the majority of his closet. September had ended about a week ago, so the gifts slowed, but not completely stopped, but they still pampered the hell out of him, if not even more so now. It seemed with every day that passed, the members would try to get him to eat more and more, and there would be another moment of one of them hugging, groping, and squeezing him. It confused him to no end. He poked his tummy, definitely not used to the sight, watching as it jiggled. Stupid past Namjoon.
“Namjoon, Breakfast!” Seokjin called, Namjoon tummy rumbling in response. He walked towards the kitchen, seeing both Taehyung and Seokjin standing near the counter, waiting for him. Namjoon sat on his chair, Taehyung immediately picking up a fork. The table before him was packed with a plethora of food, greasy sausages, syrupy pancakes, donuts, you name it. Taehyung picked up a large serving of pancakes, feeding them to Namjoon.
“Say ah, Joonie!” Taehyung joked, Namjoon chuckling in response. Seokjin and Taehyung took turns feeding him, until every last bite of the meal had been polished off. Namjoon moaned in his seat, squirming in discomfort. Seokjin cooed.
“Come on, Namjoonie, let’s get you to the couch and we’ll make your tummy all better.” He comforted, picking him up bridal style. Namjoon squeaked, shocked by how strong Seokjin was. Taehyung gawked.
“My god, hyung, you must live at the gym!” He exclaimed, eyes elated. Namjoon flushed red.
“I guess I am pretty heavy.” Namjoon admitted, their expressions falling. Seokjin placed him on the couch, both his and Taehyung’s hands immediately finding his swollen tummy.
“Oh, Namjoon. It doesn’t matter how heavy you are, you’re the cutest man ever to exist and honestly if anyone says otherwise I’m going to dropkick them to Jupiter.” Taehyung threatened, Namjoon chuckling.
“Are you sure? Because I can definitely get back on my diet-“
“No!” They both exclaimed in unison, cutting Namjoon off.
“Diets suck, Joonie. Plus, your belly is my favorite thing ever, hands down.” Seokjin assured. Namjoon sighed, focusing on how good their hands felt on his tummy.
He soon fell asleep, only to find Yoongi and Jungkook cradled beside him once he woke up, Yoongi’s hands slipped beneath his sweater, massaging the chub of his belly while he slept. Pervert. Yoongi looked cute, though, flushing pink in his sleep, obviously enjoying Namjoon. He must be having a good dream.
Pervert.
Jungkook was basically under Namjoon, resting on Jungkook’s lap. He was very impressed with the determination of his bandmates, he knew he was definitely too heavy to be on his lap. His tummy rumbled, being the annoying nuisance it is, both Jungkook’s and Yoongi’s eyes snapping open comically.
“Mm, Joonie, ‘re you hungry?” Yoongi mumbled, still sleepy, as he nuzzled further into his soft expanse of a chest.
“I’ll get you something right now, hyung, just wait here.” Jungkook announced, expertly slipping out from under Namjoon.
Namjoon yawned, embracing Yoongi, Yoongi making a happy noise from the back of his throat.
“ ‘re so soft, ‘n warm, Joonie. I love you.” He grumbled, Namjoon’s face flushing bright red.
“Yoongi, you.. love me?” Namjoon asked, now wide awake. Yoongi’s eyes snapped open, realizing what he had said.
“Oh! Um, you know, I love you! Like, uh, in a bro way. Fo’ shizzle, uh, bro.” Yoongi paled, pushing Namjoon away. Namjoon grabbed onto his wrist before he could run.
“Yoongi, I love you too.” He confessed, Yoongi’s face tinted pink. They kissed sweetly, pulling away for air.
“But, um...” namjoon began, Yoongi instantly anxious.
“Yeah?” He pushed.
“I kind of love... everyone else in the group, too.” He confessed, Yoongi’s eyes shining with elation.
“Oh-“ he began, interrupted by a squeak emitted by some near-by mouse, or something. Oh, no. Jungkook had returned.
“Namjoon! I love you too! Oh, my god I’m going to cry! Please kiss me too!!” He exclaimed, a plate of brownies in hand. He shoved one into Namjoon’s mouth, and then kissed him.
“W-what was that for? You could have just kissed me!” Namjoon questioned, flustered. Jungkook beamed.
“Now i get to taste chocolate on you!” The sound of footsteps padding on wood floors drew near.
“Now WHAT is this talk on kisses I want my share you cowards-“ Hoseok questioned impatiently, Jimin following behind.
“This is blasphemy, where on earth are my kisses?” He grumbled, giving a pointed look to both Jungkook and Yoongi cradled in Namjoon’s lap. Jimin’s gears seemed to start running in his head, before he came to a conclusion. He gasped, covering his mouth with his hands.
“Are... you guys... dating?” His voice sounded weak.
Namjoon flushed, Yoongi looking over to them with a deadpan expression.
“Yup. Don’t look so sad, we’re all dating, now. Turns out Joon’s gay for all of us.” He explained, Hoseok squealing and peppering kisses onto Namjoon’s face. Jimin hopped excitedly over, immediately cuddling into his side, and pinching Namjoon’s love handle. Namjoon squeaked.
“This means he knows about us fattening him up, too, right?” Jimin questioned, the room turning dead silent.
“Well now he does!” Jungkook choked, their faces collectively red.
“F-fattening me up?” He clarified, hoping for confirmation.
“We never liked your diets, Joon.” Taehyung spoke, sat on the kitchen counter, watching this all play out.
“When did you even get there?!” He yelped, flustered beyond belief.
“We love you more than anything, Monie. This was our way of showing you, I guess. Please don’t be upset.” Jimin confessed, burying his face into Namjoon’s tummy.
He heard the front door open, and Seokjin give out an offended noise.
“Now don’t even TRY and tell me you guys hooked up, oh my god I feel so left out, what’s going on here??” Seokjin questioned, his head going a mile a minute. Taehyung joined them on the couch, picking up Jungkook’s brownies, feeding one to Namjoon. Namjoon finished it, staring him in the eyes.
“I love all of you guys, and definitely want a relationship. But... are you sure about me being f-fat?” He asked, Seokjin cradling his cheeks.
“Namjoonie, I’ll say it again. We. Love. You. You must have interpreted that as brotherly love or something you oblivious, beautiful, warm, stupid bear, but we love every inch of you. There is definitely so much more inches to love now, too, and we couldn’t be happier!” He assured him, Namjoon tearing up a little.
“Happy birthday, Joonie.” Jungkook announced, already crying.
“Happy birthday, Namjoonie!” Taehyung followed, bringing another brownie to his mouth.
“It’s not even my- mph!” Yoongi shoved another brownie into his mouth.
“Happy birthday, Joon.” Yoongi congratulated.
He loved his bandmates.