The Appeals of Fat
Rating: G
Warnings: Crack
Pairing: Top/GD and GRI, if you want to see it
Disclaimer: People aren’t mine. This is a product of my imagination, and whatever else goes here.
Summary: Jiyong found something strangely fascinating about fat...
There was something strangely attractive about fat people.
Or at least Jiyong thought so, as he looked out of his window. He should’ve been working, but he wanted food. And food reminded him of fat, which was all good. But too much fat was bad. It often resulted in bulging faces and wiggly bodies that shook like jello every time it moved. But there was something strangely fascinating about the extra fat that they carried made them softer and more cuddly. It made them cute.
Or maybe that was just Jiyong’s weight complex speaking. But that couldn’t be, because everyone loved babies too, little masses of fat with giant heads and adorable smiles. Sure babies had cute faces, and they couldn’t be ugly even if they tried, but they were essentially little masses of fat. Like Sean’s daughter, the cutest blob of fat in the world.
It was the same for SeungRi; he had yet to lose all of his baby fat but he had all of their dongsaeng-fans falling heads over heels in cuteness over him. A quick glance at a recent picture confirmed his thoughts. There wasn’t a lot of it, baby fat that is, sadly enough, but enough to make him a very comfortable pillow for cuddling. Soft, cuddly, and big, Jiyong couldn’t think of a more perfect pillow if his life depended on it, which resulted in SeungRi being branded as his personal pillow, much to SeungRi’s displeasure.
Jiyong looked out the window again, thinking about the attractiveness of extra fat when Top came in eating a chocopie. Top started talking about something that had to do with YoungBae and food, but Jiyong was too busy thinking about baby fat to care, until he remembered something very, very, very important.
Top had the softest stomach in their band. YoungBae and Daesung had the fine chiseled abs, he himself was too skinny, and SeungRi just had a weird body composition to match with his craziness. But that wasn’t the point.
The point was Top had a soft stomach.
Jiyong rose from his seat almost dazedly, his eyes fixed on Top’s supposedly flat stomach under his sweatshirt. He vaguely noticed Top’s exasperated groan and almost registered the fact Top was walking closer, but all he could see was Top’s red stomach coming closer, and closer, and…
…he really wanted to touch it. So he did.
He heard Top’s indignant yell, but somehow feeling his soft belly was much more important at the moment. Jiyong absently ran his hand over Top’s stomach before sliding his hand down under Top’s BAPE sweater. Top’s belly was nice. Flat, but soft and smooth. Maybe he would free Seungri of his pillow duties and force them on Top’s belly.
Top seemed to surrender, so Jiyong thought it was safe to continue his explorations until he pinched some of Top’s fat, which got him a spectacular squawk and a hard shove that sent him on his back on the bed.
“What the hell was that for?” Top finally mustered after a good minute of flustered failing and squawking.
Jiyong frowned. He wasn’t sure how to answer the older boy, so he simply shrugged and pulled Top into bed with him and situated his head in a very comfortable position on Top’s stomach.
After lying like that for a few minutes, he finally replied, “I like your belly fat.”
For some reason Top didn’t like that answer and began squawking again.
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