Boy in Luv: BTS x Chubby One-Shots

Make it Right - SUGA One-Shot

"Earth to Y/N!"

I lifted my head off my desk, drool dripping all over my chubby face. I wiped my drool away only to get covered in Cheeto dust from my fingers. I fell asleep eating Cheetos and a foot long hoagie during my "History of Hip Hop" class. Again.

My best friend Rakim busted out laughing, sounding like a windshield wiper.

"Shhhhh!" The rude silver haired boy in front of me turned around angrily and shushed us quiet.

"Be nice, Yoongi," I could hear his friend tell him as he slapped his shoulder. I think his friend's name is Jóse or something?

"Those idiots are always being loud, Hoseok," I could hear Yoongi mutter under his breath.

Soon after, the professor dismissed us and I stood up from my seat.

"Want some of this?" Rakim asked me as he dangled an open bottle of Mountain Dew in front of my face.

"You know I'm on a diet. I only drink diet Mountain Dew," I playfully smacked his shoulder.

What I thought was a light smack ended up nearly dislocating Rakim's shoulder, sending his open drink flying in front of us. I forgot how massive and muscular my hands were.

Suddenly, I heard a fist pounding down on the table in front of me. Yoongi's eyes were full of fury as he slammed his belongings into his backpack and took off.... drenched in soda.

"Whoops!" Rakim laughed. "Welp, that guy needs to learn to live a little."

"I guess," I nodded. I couldn't help but feel bad for Yoongi but he never sat anywhere else, even though he always had something to complain about every class.

~

"Do you want to study tomorrow with me for our exam?" Rakim asked as my chubby fingers lifted another donut to my mouth. I plopped myself on my couch and rested my size 10 stompers on the ottoman.

"Sure," I said between bites. I always scored pretty badly on exams so anything helps.

"Cool. See you tomorrow then."

~

A ten minute walk from my apartment to the fine arts library at my university was enough to leave me gasping for air. I am so out of shape. Suddenly, my phone rang.

"Hey Y/N, I won't be able to make it to our study session. Something came up literally last minute," Rakim's voice blared through the speaker.

"It's okay. What is it this time?" Last time this happened, Rakim sprained his ankle in front of the meat counter at the deli while waiting for his salami to be packaged.

"Well... let's just say there was an accident in the dairy aisle at Walmart..."

"And?"

"And now I'm wearing an adult diaper. Ok gotta go bye!" He hung up on me quickly.

Well, looks like I'll be studying alone today. Which means no studying will be happening.

I triple checked my backpack to make sure my bologna sandwiches, diet Mountain Dew and baked 20% less fat chips were all in place. I hope this is enough to keep me going if I'm going to study all day today.

I walk into the fine arts building and feel relieved when I see an elevator. My legs could not take me up any more stairs. The fine arts building is one of the most isolated buildings on campus so it's usually a nice place to study quietly without any distractions. Especially the 5th floor where no one goes (and no one can hear my lips smacking when I eat up here).