Jeon Jungkook Imagines

Help?

BODY SHAME TRIGGER WARNING

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The words kept burning inside my head as my father drove me back home from our family get-together. 'Don't cry when we all are just trying to help.' Help? That was help? Bitching behind my back to the whole family. Fat-shaming me, is helping?

The dinner was supposed to be a short one with my family and some of my mother's close relatives. We were supposed to have a good time. Take the stress off our heads. and since it had been a long time since I enjoyed a peaceful dinner with my parents, I was really looking forward to it. But my uncle decided to ruin all of it.

I am a minor studying in my last year of high school. I don't live with my parents anymore. I share an apartment with a 23-year-old. It seems weird but his grandmother was the last Sublette of the apartment so he needed the apartment. We split the rent and we are sort of close. I think he is the only person who did not judge me with my appearance but actually extended his hand to know my name first.

I moved out of my parent's place because I was transferred to Seoul High School on scholarship. I would never turn down something that got me closer to my dream. My mother was a little skeptical of me living with a guy but she is much at ease after meeting him.

Jeon Jungkook, his name. Literally acts like my emotional supporter at times. He is older so he understands all sorts of phases I go through. The insecure one, which I overcame not too long ago. I started seeing my worth. I saw that the only thing that matters in my life is my respect for myself. He has been a big part of my life hitting maturity. Jungkook helped me put myself together.

Today at the dinner. Everything was going well. I don't fucking know why I even tried. I took some extra spaghetti noodles from the kitchen to serve it to my parents, but more people were waiting so I served all of them and basically became a waitress. I did not mind that until I actually felt hungry. So I sat down and my grandmother served for me. I ate up and she put more in my dish without asking because she is like that. I stood up to keep my plates with other dishes but as soon as I entered the dining room again, I heard my uncle say "Y/m/n she is eating so much. Did anyone else even eat because of that bull? Did you eat?"

Even before my mother could answer, I went to him, smiled, and said "I served dinner uncle. After that, I ate."

"Oh. Don't be offended. I was just worried about you." I just nodded but obviously, another relative has to jump in.

"Y/N! Didn't I tell you I wanna see you slim the next time we meet? Are you not listening to aunty anymore?" I shook my head but someone cut me off.

"If she listened to anyone, she would have a waist, not a 42 inch." I got extremely offended but decided to laugh it off, trying my best to not get triggered.

"Y/n-ah at least try dieting. I don't like it when you are not able to participate in any of the sports activities." My cousin fake frowned.

"I am not that interested in sports," I said showing my hand with a genuine smile.

"Stop saying that. She might feel insecure for not being able to run without catching her breath after every 5 seconds." Everyone had a good laugh but my eyes started stinging. The became red as I tried my best to control my tears.

"Y/n, go wait in the car. I'll be back." My mother said handing me the keys. I shook my head with wide eyes, knowing she might throw hands.

"Y/n, we are just saying it for your benefit. You have to hate this self of yours to love your new self ok?" I just looked at my aunt in disbelief. WHAT THE FUCK DOES SHE MEAN BY THAT?!