mr policeman ♡
— hey mister policeman i don't want no trouble
Changbin x Seungmin
summary : Where a Changbin overwhelmed by work follows the recommendations of his colleague Seungmin. But should he have?
contain : weight gain , weight gain denial , mention of thight clothes , button popping , public humiliation (?) , police AU
A/n : GUYS I'M FINALLY ON HOLIDAY YESS and my arms is a bit better now so here is a long awaited fic that I had in my drafts ♡
Enjoy ♡
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—I fucking told my mom I'd be there tonight. She's gonna kill me. muttered the brunette as she filled out the paperwork they'd assigned him.
The District 9 police station seemed quiet, but it was full of officer just as passionate about their thirst for justice as they were about their work.
It's very simple: here, Seo Changbin, inspector, had to fill in the case file 143, since Jeongin, who was in charge of the case with him, had broken his arm by chasing the criminal.
The poor man was so stressed, and his poor mother kept sending him messages to make some blind dates for him. In fact, it was another date he'd missed that evening.
—Sunbae, you seem tense, are you okay? Asked then asked his colleague and office neighbor Seungmin.
The two of them had a Tom and Jerry kind of relationship, always bickering, but caring for each other only when things got really bad.
— Oh, it's nothing, but between my mother, the work I have to manage on top of Jeongin's chores and my neighbors who fuck every night, I think it'll be a miracle if I don't throw him in the Han River by the end of the week. The brunette massaged his temple , causing his friend to chuckle, and as if a light bulb had gone on above his head, he suggested something. I've got a good stress reliever I bet that could help. No sooner had he said this than Changbin turned his full attention to him. When I finish a file or feel I need it, I eat a praline, which motivates me to finish quickly and get my fix.
Changbin wasn't convinced, but no sooner had he mentioned it than Seungmin shoved a handful of pralines into his mouth, leaving Changbin to macerate them before swallowing. The sweet taste of the caramel that coated the peanut was a delight, an unimaginable sweetness, it was as if all his problems had vanished.
— See ? It works! exclaimed Seungmin proudly. Yes, I admit it, where did you buy them? Changbin asked curiously.
Seungmin simply smiled wryly, at least he had helped his friend to get better and was no longer preoccupied with his files or the messages his mother had sent telling him that Yeri's appointment was waiting for him.
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— And another box finished, it's time for what? Praline time. The brunette seemed to have acquired the happy habit of grunting an praline ever since Seungmin had told him about it. He wasn't going to admit it, but from the first day he'd gone to bought some directly, he'd only taken one packet, thinking that given his stress, one would be enough. But when after two days the whole pack was emptied without a single crumb, he went back to the store and took a stock so he'd never run out.
Because yes, one praline was never enough, you needed at least one pignet to get the taste in your mouth, like a lollipop that you suck until there's nothing left.
But is eating so much hard-boiled caramel-coated kosher good for your health when you spend eight hours a day sitting on a chair, doing administrative work to replace your colleague? Definitely not. And although Changbin was a really atheletic, muscular guy, the lack of exercise and time was starting to show. After all, if he had to manage on the runway and go to dates that in 99% took place at the restarant, no wonder he put on weight.
His figure was still just as toned, well, you could still see his broad shoulders, his big arms, but added to that bulging cheeks, a prominent belly to which were added love handles so big they fell to the sides of his uniform and an ass so round and juicy that Seungmin could have sworn he'd seen it wedged into his seat once.
But let's get back to the story. Changbin euphorically swallowing his praline fist
— one praline for this case, another because Changbinie wrote over 200 words, another for-
— Changbin-nim ... about pralines ...
—oh they are sweets fallen from the sky
— yes surely but how to say ... you look quite ... fat
Changbin almost choked on a praline as he glared at hil. How dare he call him fat, he wasn't, uh?
After a few long seconds of trying to sit up, catch his breath after that effort and eat another praline, he pointed at Seungmin. You ... how dare you call him fat, this is a place of work an not a recreation center.
But Seungmin wasn't even offended by these words, he just smirked, concluding with As you wish.
But honestly, Seungmin would be lying if he said this new Changbin didn't trigger something in him. After all, he'd always found him attractive and had already openly asked him out for a drink after work, but it had never gone any further. But now ... ... he found him seductive, sexy and hot as hell.
How could he resist?
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—Yes and so in case to this folder I thought- Hey oh Felix are you listening?
-Shh look, Changbin's trying to get out of his chair but he can't it's so cute
Effectively , in the meantime and from eating other bags of pralines, Changbin had put on even more weight, going from a muscular, athletic body to a simple ball of fat, so fat that he'd been on the official administrative charge ever since chase with a crimminal went wrong.
His belly was so massive that you could see it through his shirt, it was so big that it was always resting on his knees. His chest, which he often flaunted with pec movements, had also rounded out and looked bigger than a C or even a D cup . But the biggest thing was still his ass, still round and juicy, shaking with every step he took, now he couldn't take a step without waddling, letting his whole body shake from the shock of his body weight.
But did Changbin seem to notice? No, not so much as to stop his addiction to pralines or to waddle away, as he'd gone from tons of dates to almost none at all. Anyway, he didn't mind, he loved the peace and quiet now.
—Wow, we've got to get this on film. When Jeongin sees it later, he'll be hallucinating.
—Changbin-ah do you need help? Felix asked politely, amused by the scene.
-N-No .. hff... i-i'm fine and finally after an umpteenth effort to get his ass out of the seat, he'd managed to do it, he was both proud and surprised to see that half the office had their eyes on him, the former jock turned to a pig.
—What, do I have something on my face? But the only response he got was from Seungmin, who discreetly pointing his shirt. Indeed, all his efforts had led to his blouse giving way at the seams and popping a few buttons in the process. Come one Sunbae, I'll help you find a solution Seungmin walked over to him and led him to the shop where he hoped to find a solution.
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Seungmin offered one of the district's XL jackets, which was often lying around for those who had a clothing problem.
I mean, it's mostly when someone get a a coffee stain, but rippint his shirt to the only strength of his fatty body was a first
—Am I fat? Changbin asked, visibly confused, the only one not yet aware of it.
— honestly... yes, you are huge
But Changbin swallowed his saliva, his ego had just taken a hit and now I understood why Mum wouldn't give me a date anymore. Nobody wants to date a pig
—If you think like that, then yes. Changbin looked up at him, confused. His puzzled look denoted Seungmin's confident face.
So confident that he approached him and placed a kiss on his lips.
—If you're looking for someone who wants to date this pig, call me.
Seunglin so left without saying a word
Changbin was perplexed and impressed by what had happened in the last few minutes.
Wait-
Seungmin was asking him out?
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