Up No More

chapter fifteen

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[december 27th]

taehyungs pov

"taehyung, you look fat." mrs park spoke, touching my chubby cheeks, "loose the weight." she added, making me close my legs, which were quite meaty.

"akira, you look amazing as always." she praised the young girl who was dressed in a short, black dress. she gave me a spiteful smirk and i gripped seojuns thighs roughly.

"let's eats shall we?" seojun cleared his throat, taking my hand off of him.

mrs park, the mean woman. she was a two-faced witch, that commented on everything, she was never satisfied.

as for akira, the girl just wanted to be mean, she loved to pick a fight and play the victim. she was an evil girl, that hated consequences.

"taehyung, i'll serve you." akira smiled,
taking my plate, i tried taking it back but she flicked my hand off.

"no it's fine, i'm capable of-" i started but akira cut me off with a statement that made me want to throw hands.

"but you need to watch your weight." akira smiled wider watching the playful expression on my face change.

"she's right taehyung, back off." mrs park said, filling her glass with wine. she always had to get involved and that made my blood boil.

i clicked my tongue, a mannerism i have before i start to get mouthy.

"shush baby, just let them talk." seojun whispered, pulling my chair closer to his.

"just let her serve you," seojun whispered, filling his plate up.

i tutted and took another plate from the pile of plates on the table.

"how dare you deny akiras request!" mrs park stood, her voice thick with anger.

"how dare you comment on my appearance!" i fired back, shocking seojun and her.

"get out of my house!" she boomed.

"gladly." i smiled and grabbed seojuns hand but the boy didn't budge.

"seojun.. i swear, if you dare leave this house!" she threatened the male, with her index finger.

she knew the influence she had on him, she knew he wouldn't leave this house. she also knew that i would make a big deal out of it.

"ba-babe?" i stuttered feeling a sense of betrayal, 'what a pussy' i thought.

seojun shook his head and gave a pleading look.

"it's fine, i'll see you later." i said,
tightening my grip on my boyfriends hand before letting it go violently.

seojun sighed watching me leave.

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nobody's pov

"he's such a diva, how do you even like him?" akira sassed, playing with her food.

"i just do." seojun said like he'd been held at gun point.

"you're just with him for lust, seojun, stop denying the truth." mrs park claimed and seojun shook his head.

"i love him, stop trying to change that." seojuns voice got angrier and louder and he started to get more expressive.

"that boy- what has he done to you! don't ever speak to me like that." mrs park scolded.

"go to your room." she said, making akira gasp.

"i'm not a kid-" seojun spoke back.

"now you're talking back, go to your room!" she yelled again. seojun had no  choice but to listen, he was raised to be obedient and only speak when spoken too.

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it was 8pm, still no sign of seojun entering the door.

taehyung sighed deeply, so many things were going through his head, it was boxing day— he was meant to go shopping with jimin and tzuyu but instead he is here thinking about his relationship.

checking his phone for texts or any missed calls, he went into their bedroom and lay on the bed, sobbing.

as he let another tear fall, "babe!" seojun called out after he burst through the front door.

"baby," he breathed out, hugging taehyung tightly.

they both sat there cuddling until taehyung pulled away, sniffling.

"s-seojun." taehyung began, he nodded.

"why did you let your mum and your friend talk about me like that?" seojun chuckled at the question before opening his mouth to speak.

"taehyung, have you ever considered loosing the weight? maybe?" seojun said making taehyung gasp lightly.

taehyung looked away in disbelief, he didn't even want to look at his brain-washed boyfriend. seojun never had issues with taehyungs weight actually he always complimented taehyungs figure.

"seojun, are you serious?" taehyung whispered, having no trust in his vocal cords.

"taehyung— you know what forget what i said." seojun added, sounding just like his mother.

"yeah, forget about it." taehyung sighed, he tucked himself into their king-sized bed.

"move over," seojun said, getting in next to him.

taehyung moved but didn't say a word, he unlocked his phone and started to scroll through instagram.

"don't touch me.." taehyung whispered, feeling his boyfriends hands wander underneath his shorts.

"why not." seojun grumbled, not taking his hands off.

"i'm going out." taehyung sat up, making seojun do the same.

"taehyung... sit back, let's talk."

"no, i don't want to talk- i'm going out." taehyung told, putting on some random sweat pants and his big, fluffy jacket.

"tell me where your going first!" seojun swiftly ran after the younger who was near the front door.

"i'm going to the gym." was all taehyung said before he slammed the door, making a special painting on the wall fall.

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guys i'm alive🧏‍♀️
this is not proofread so i apologise for mistakes:)