hi so i’d like to request a fic please, because i keep thinking about vernon stealing mingyu’s food. so consider mingyu who has (unknowingly) agreed to be vernon’s feeder so like vernon keeps stealing his food and mingyu starts bringing more food as snacks/ordering more food at restaurants and vernon sees this as a challenge meanwhile mingyu is just confused as to why this keeps happening lol
ok thank you!!
hello, friend!! sorry for the wait, i only took this long because of Real LifeTM and other stuff that doesn’t matter that much rn. what matters is that i finished and i actually loved to write it bc i love any vernon pairings tbh. chubby vernon is such an adorable concept!! i hope you enjoy your little fic, thanks for the request :3
🍜 responsability
when mingyu took jun’s place as hansol’s roommate, he had some instructions handed out to him. junhui made sure he knew about hansol’s weird sleeping schedules, his dissociative moments while listening to music, and overall quirky traits like meowing out of nowhere and staring into nothingness for hours, but what jun made sure to highlight among it all was hansol’s complete lack of ability when it came to cooking.
“he’s like a hopeless teenage boy, gyu,” jun had explained during a quick meeting they had to talk about the moving, chatting over coffee and pastries. “if no one’s paying attention, he lives off of bread and jam, you know?”
mingyu, after a sip of his americano, exhaled a light chuckle.
“that’s cute. how old did you say he is again?”
jun tapped at his chin. “he’s a 98, so 24.”
“yeah, should at least know how to fry an egg,” mingyu pondered, “but no problem, i can cook for two, you know i don’t mind.” he shrugged.
“cool. i have a feeling you two will get along,” jun affirmed, intending not only to assure mingyu but himself, since he didn’t want to be the one responsible for putting any of his friends in a bad situation.
“yeah, i’m rooting for it,” mingyu complemented, leaning back on his seat with a dreamy sigh.
turns out junhui was not wrong, but wasn’t totally right. they did get along pretty well, mingyu’s puppy-like personality filling the voids hansol’s cat-like one left, and vice-versa. sometimes, one had more ability to solve a problem, or could take over certain chores better than the other. that balanced out the moments that could be seen as a burden to their newly developed relationship, especially when it came to a topic that was, funnily enough, mentioned in advance: food.
mingyu discovered that, while hansol, if junhui was correct, would survive on bread and butter or something like that, it didn’t mean one. it didn’t mean he ate little. in fact, hansol was actually more akin to a human vacuum when it came to any edible thing available, which started to get on mingyu’s nerves as he never knew how much he should be cooking.
or for how long he should leave his meal out of his watch.
“hansol!” mingyu exclaimed, about to spit a train of curses. he sighed deeply and gestured in the air, “i was gone for two minutes, how the hell did you manage to vanish with my ramyeon?!”
hansol blinked one, two times, slurping the noodles in the process.
“sorry, hyung.” he didn’t look really sorry as he said that, which made mingyu squint his eyes in disbelief. “you left it unsupervised and i thought you could just make more if you really wanted it…”
“unsupervised? i was taking a phone call!” retorted mingyu, forcing his roommate to stop for an instant to think about another reply.
“well, it’d be cold when you got back…”
mingyu exhaled in defeat.
“alright. i’ll just make some more.”
in the middle of bringing more ramen to his lips, hansol stopped, eyes attentive:
“how much more?”
mingyu frowned. “haven’t you eaten your share already?”
“hmm, still hungry.” hansol rubbed his stomach unpretentiously, the loose t-shirt he wore hiding the slight roundness that was already settling on his lower belly.
mingyu gave himself a moment to consider, pondering if the boy was being too greedy or was indeed hungry still.
since he didn’t wanna risk being a prick and had to make a new portion anyway, he decided that adding a bit more wouldn’t hurt.
“ok.”
***
it kept happening. hansol’s never-ending appetite, mingyu’s ever-disposition to feed him. as the time passed, they became more comfortable around each other, their day to day dynamic much better than the beginning weeks of living together. chores were shared, personal space was respected, habits were learned. they functioned like proper roommates nowadays.
one particular thursday, mingyu entered the apartment with two plastic bags hanging from his hand, a paper one under his arm.
“brought takeout. too tired to cook for you today,” he informed, putting them on the dining room table.
hansol’s eyes glistened, a strange and curious feeling shining from them. mingyu was a bit confused, until he realized, “for us. i meant for us,” he corrected himself as he took the containers from the bags.
hansol, however, didn’t seem too affected by it. his hyung had said what he said.
“ah, mingyu hyung,” he purred in the sweetest voice possible as he opened the boxes. “you’re the best, you know?”
mingyu simply smiled, feeling a warm blush creep up his cheeks.
***
considering the basic maths of hansol constantly on the hunt for food, meanwhile mingyu made sure there was plenty available, even when he couldn’t cook himself, in three months there were surely some visible changes, precisely on hansol’s wardrobe and waistline. the loose shirts, shorts and pants weren’t so loose anymore, hugging tighter wherever his new weight settled: his soft, chubby (and adorable, mingyu thought every time a shirt rode up to reveal skin) belly, his squishy cheeks and arms, his supple thighs. no body part escaped from the routine of being pampered by his roommate.
and said roommate… well, mingyu got overwhelmed at first in the face of this new “obligation” he ended up taking responsibility for. from the first month, though, he started seeing as another part of his day, another duty as natural was brushing his teeth in the morning. plus, he did enjoy how much hansol seemed to like his food, as well as he sensed some weird kind of pride in watching him always getting full from it.
(did he dig too deep to understand that? no. would he be confronted with it anyway? sooner than he thought).
that happened when he came home to a sight he didn’t ever dream of, but it certainly seemed to have come out of one.
hansol was sprawled on the sofa, legs opened and body slouched, two hands over his shirtless torso, more exactly running over his distended stomach, which was obviously filled to its maximum.
his sweats no longer needed to have its strings tied, stretched under the curve his belly already made over his lap.
mingyu felt his face heat up. it’d be less embarrassing to have caught him naked, to be honest.
“h-hansol?”
the reply came first as a hiccup.
“yeah?”
mingyu walked with caution into the room, as if one wrong step would make him wake up from that weird dream.
“what did you… what did you do?” he asked, tone not a reprimand, but pure curiosity and… desire? he felt his head spin.
hansol breathed in and out, pressing his fingers on a few tight spots. he seemed to be concentrating on his mission in order to not appear affected by mingyu’s presence. “ate the lasagna you left in the oven… you cooked that for dinner, right?”
“hansol, that was supposed to be our dinner for three days,” mingyu pointed out, his expression communicating the shock that buzzed through his body. he got closer, eager to see hansol better. to touch him. “i thought you’d eat like half of it and leave the rest for the other nights!”
“oh…” hansol’s face was bright red, as red as the tomato sauce around his lips.
before mingyu could stop himself, he asked, “jesus, how did you fit all of that inside?”
another hiccup slipped from hansol’s mouth. this time, mingyu was able to witness how much it made the rolls on his hips and waist jiggle.
“p-practice?” he stuttered, now aware of the interest in the older man’s eyes. he decided to give his inner considerations a shot, “i’m no lightweight, hyung. never have been. dunno why you didn’t seem to believe that.”
mingyu’s eyebrows almost met in confusion.
“what? what do you mean believe?”
hansol made his best to sit straight, the weight of the food a ridiculous obstacle. he felt like he needed fo defend himself, “well, you kept increasing the portion sizes, and bringing more food! it’s like you wanted me to eat!”
mingyu was moving his arms in the air, frantically.
“hansol, what the fuck? i kept making and bringing more food because how else could i keep up with your appetite?!”
“oh.” with his arms behind his back, belly looking even bigger and making mingyu dizzy, hansol looked part cute and part sinful, the puzzled face turning into one of shame. mingyu wanted to bite him. “so it wasn’t like… a challenge or something?”
“what? no! why would i challenge you?”
“i don’t… i don’t know. you seemed happy when i ate. especially when it was something you made, but i figured it was the same when you brought it, too. so i kept trying my best to enjoy,” he justified, speech speed forcing him to stop to breathe. “i mean, clearly that had some consequences, but…” he gestured to his belly, shifting in place to accommodate himself better. it was the first time his gain was being openly acknowledged.
when hansol decided to finally meet mingyu’s eyes, he hiccuped one last time in surprise. no negative emotion laid there. quite the opposite.
“you’re ridiculous,” mingyu sputtered, taking a step closer so they almost touched.
hansol smiled, mischievously.
“hmm, am i?” he laid back again, rubbing his tummy like he was inviting, daring mingyu. “you kept making sure i was stuffed, so i don’t think you’re so innocent.”
“i wasn’t– shut up!” mingyu lost his composure, dropping his knees on the couch and pushing hansol’s arm. “you’re the one who can barely move right now, i wouldn’t be so big-mouthed about this.”
hansol whined.
“hyung.” he grabbed mingyu’s hand, guiding it to his abdomen. “you need to take responsibility for what you’ve done.”
mingyu sighed. big sigh. why fight it?
“you little fucker,” he cursed, grip tigheting on the softness of hansol’s lower belly. “you’re a spoiled brat, that’s what you are.”
“hmm?” hansol hummed, his palm onto mingyu’s knuckles in the intention of guiding his movements.
although mingyu accepted it, he also sat properly, pulled hansol closer to cuddle him and joined with his previous free hand, pinching side rolls just to see hansol yelping.
“keep still. tell me if it hurts,” he ordered, a pang on both his heart and between his legs as hansol sighed, satisfied.
at a certain moment, mingyu had to pinch himself to just to make sure that wasn’t a strange hallucination, especially when hansol’s whines became more of pleasure than of protest. he kept rubbing the space until it was almost completely soft, drinking hansol’s little noises like they were a heavenly beverage.
after a suave nibble on his neck, mingyu inquired, “do you still have room for dessert?”
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25 unrelated things I've learned in the past 25 years (bc it was my bday yesterday):
(younger me really needed to hear this)
1. My body and soul is MY OWN. Nobody but me owns it, I get to decide what to do with it. If I want to decorate my body with tattoos, piercings and makeup (or none at all), I fucking can. If I mentally don't want to go into a certain direction, I don't have to and I can trust myself on that instinct. 💫
2. Gender is not in your pants and it can be fluid and not have a binary. (Yeah I found out way late that I'm not cis). Also your body shape doesn't define your gender! 🌈
3. I am whole, I don't need anyone or anything to complete me. 💖
4. Don't worry too much about what other people (might) think of you; they're far too busy with themselves and how other people perceive them. So don't overthink it too much. You don't cross people's minds that often. ✌️
5. Everything is going to workout eventually. Seriously, you can relax. 🌱
6. Most things you stress about right now won't even be relevant in a year. 🐞
7. Ramen noodles (the instant ones, you know) are better when cooked in a pan, instead of hot water poured on them in a cup (yes even with the lid on. Pan is always better). Also; add some greens to them. 🍜
8. For plants; use a pot with drainage. Cause mold & rotting roots = not nice. 🪴
9. People are allowed to dislike & reject me and it will hurt, but I have to remember to reflect on what part hurts & give that the love it needs myself. ☮️
10. You can take your time on reading a book, it doesn't matter if you finish it within a day or a year; just start. 📚
11. It's okay to cancel plans, the reason doesn't even matter cause what matters is you saying you need to cancel them. If people can't handle that, they will probably cross a lot of your boundaries in the future as well. 🧭
12. Time does heal wounds and forgiving others is for your own peace of mind. (Forgiving ≠ forgetting & continuing toxic relationships). ☀️
13. Your fear of missing out is making you miss out. 🥂
14. Coconut oil is a perfect makeup remover. 🥥
15. Financially invest in your future the second your finances allow it. ⚓️
16. Buy a reusable water bottle. And don't go for a glass or plastic one. 🧊
17. Don't buy expensive glasses if you're gonna wear eye contacts anyway. 🥕
18. Don't focus too much on other people's wellbeing, not even people you're close with (and by focus I mean HYPERFIXATE & worry the fuck outa yourself even after discussing your worries with the person in question), rather give that love and attention to yourself. You're too much of a giver. It will drown you. ❤️🩹
19. Invite rainbows, plushies, cupcakes and cuddles into your life. :) enjoy it like a little kid, to the fullest. Without any shame. 🦄
20. For when it rains: put on your best raincoat & boots and smile. There's so much fun in the outdoors. 🌦
21. Just romanticize things in life that need it, even if they seem mundane or stupid. It will cure a bit of your depression. Put up that christmas tree & decorate the house with flowers, it will be lovely. 🌻
22. Go to bed when you're tired. Don't push yourself. ☁️
23. Red Wine contains a substance that can trigger migraines. So does lemon. 🍋
24. Clean your face twice a day (morning & evening!). 🧼
25. Be soft! Be loud! Be proud! Be fat! Be queer! Be boring! Be whoever the fuck you need yourself to be! 💗
I wish myself much better years than the past 25, and I believe life will be great & wonderful for me, I will make sure of that ♡
(Pic from pinterest)
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