The evening air was heavy.

Jungkook’s chest heaved as he stormed back toward the manor, his hands clenched into trembling fists. His large round belly jiggled slightly with each heavy step, but his mind was too clouded to notice.

The image of the stable boy touching Taehyung’s waist haunted him. The soft, melodic laugh that spilled from Taehyung’s lips as he spoke to another man burned in his chest like acid.

“Why does it bother you?”

Taehyung’s voice echoed painfully in his head.

“Why does it hurt you to see someone else touch me?”

Jungkook gritted his teeth, his heart hammering. Because I want to touch you.

“Your Grace!”

Jungkook froze.

Taehyung was running after him, his soft chest bouncing slightly under his delicate dress as he panted for air. “Please wait!”

Jungkook clenched his jaw. “Go back inside, Taehyung.”

“No!” Taehyung cried, grabbing his arm. “Not until you tell me why you’re pushing me away!”

Jungkook turned sharply, his massive frame towering over Taehyung’s small, delicate form. “I told you,” he growled. “It’s for your own good—”

“Stop saying that!” Taehyung’s voice cracked. “Stop treating me like glass! You think I don’t know what’s happening?”

Jungkook froze.

“I see it,” Taehyung panted, his eyes brimming with frustration. “The way you look at me when you think I’m not watching. The way your hands shake when I touch you. The way you burn with jealousy when another man comes close to me.” His voice cracked. “Why do you keep fighting it?”

Jungkook’s throat closed. “Because I’ll ruin you,” he rasped.

Taehyung’s heart broke. “You won’t.”

“Yes, I will!” Jungkook roared, his massive chest heaving. “I am a fat, ugly man filled with greed and lust — and you are pure, Taehyung! You are delicate, sweet, and beautiful, and if I touch you, I’ll—” His voice cracked painfully. “I’ll defile you.”

Taehyung gasped, his throat constricting. “Is that really what you think?”

“Yes,” Jungkook choked.

A tear slipped down Taehyung’s cheek. Without thinking — he stepped forward and grabbed Jungkook’s face.

And then — he kissed him.

Soft, desperate, aching.

Jungkook froze — his large round belly tightening painfully, his thick, scarred hands trembling. Taehyung’s soft, plump lips moved against his own, his small body pressing flush against Jungkook’s massive frame.

And then he lost it.

A deep, primal growl ripped from Jungkook’s chest as his hands slammed onto Taehyung’s waist, yanking him close. Their mouths crashed together, desperate, ravenous.

Jungkook’s large, chubby hands gripped Taehyung’s waist, his fingers digging into the soft, plump flesh. His round belly pressed against Taehyung’s smaller frame as he devoured the boy’s mouth — Gods, he tasted so sweet.

Taehyung whimpered, his knees buckling, but Jungkook’s strong arms caught him, pressing him closer, deeper. The sheer size difference made Taehyung feel utterly consumed — Jungkook’s large, heavy body enveloping his smaller one entirely.

“Ah—” Taehyung gasped, his lips parting as Jungkook’s tongue slid inside his mouth.

“Gods—” Jungkook groaned, his large hands sliding down Taehyung’s waist to his plump, soft bum. His fingers dug into the thick flesh, his belly heaving as he kissed Taehyung harder — hungrier.

Taehyung gasped, his body arching. “J-Jungkook—”

But suddenly — Jungkook snapped back to reality.

“NO!”

He shoved Taehyung away, his chest heaving violently. “No, no, no—!” Jungkook’s voice cracked in horror. “What have I done—”

Taehyung stumbled, his lips swollen and eyes glazed with desire. “W-Why did you stop?”

Jungkook staggered back, his large round belly heaving. “I— I touched you—” His voice broke. “I defiled you.”

Taehyung’s heart shattered. “No, you didn’t—”

“Yes, I did!” Jungkook roared, his eyes burning with self-loathing. “I’m a disgusting man, Taehyung! I’m old, fat, and hideous — and I just tainted you with my touch!”

Tears flooded Taehyung’s eyes. “You didn’t taint me—”

“Yes, I did!” Jungkook choked, his fists trembling. “I took advantage of you. I lost control — I touched you, kissed you — I despoiled you!” His voice cracked. “I have sinned against you, Taehyung.”

Taehyung screamed. “I wanted you to touch me!”

Silence.

Jungkook’s world stopped.

Tears streamed down Taehyung’s face, his chest heaving. “I’ve been begging you to touch me — but you keep treating me like I’m made of glass!” His voice broke. “I am not fragile, Jungkook. I am not a saint. I desire you — the same way you desire me.”

Jungkook’s heart cracked. “You don’t understand—”

“I do!” Taehyung sobbed. “I don’t care about your weight! I don’t care about your scars or your age — I want you. All of you!” His voice trembled. “So why do you keep running from me?”

Jungkook’s fists clenched. “Because you deserve better than a man like me!”

Taehyung’s face crumpled.

“I’m hideous, Taehyung,” Jungkook rasped, his voice strangled. “I am nothing but a fat, wretched man — and you are so beautiful, so pure. If I touch you again, I’ll ruin you.”

Taehyung screamed. “I want to be ruined by you!”

Jungkook’s breath stopped.

Tears streamed down Taehyung’s face as he stumbled forward, grabbing Jungkook’s large, trembling hands. “I ache for you. Every night, I dream of your touch — and it drives me mad when you keep pushing me away.” His voice cracked. “I love you, Jungkook.”

Jungkook froze.

His large, round body trembled violently — his massive chest heaving as his eyes burned. “You… you love me?”

“Yes,” Taehyung sobbed.

Jungkook’s entire world shattered. Tears flooded his eyes as his massive form stumbled back, clutching his large belly. “I… I can’t do this—”

Taehyung gasped. “Jungkook—”

But Jungkook staggered away. “Forgive me,” he rasped, his voice broken. “I can’t be with you.”

And then — he fled.

Leaving Taehyung sobbing behind him.