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16. Lim Youngmin (AB6IX) | Rite Of Passage

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Summary: You had always believed that getting to wear your boyfriend's clothing was something magical that all women got to experience at least once. But being on the chubbier side, you didn't expect it to ever happen for you.

Pairing: Lim Youngmin x chubby reader

Genre: fluff, fluff and more fluff. Oh and older woman (noona)/younger man au

Word count: 1839

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You shivered against the cold air, wrapping your arms around your body to keep warm. It had been sunny all day long and as your date with your new boyfriend Youngmin progressed into the night, you realised you had forgotten to bring something with you to keep you warm now that the sun was gone and replaced by the stars above.

Youngmin noticed your discomfort and shrugged off his denim jacket immediately. "Here, wear this."

"Oh, I'm fine!" you said over-enthusiastically, dismissing his offer with a desperate smile. "Honestly, you keep it for you."

"I'm warm and you just shook against the chill of the wind, Noona."

You smiled forcibly, and let your arms hang loosely at your sides again. Truth be told, you were becoming quite affected by how cold it was. And, the fact that Youngmin had offered his jacket did make your heart swoon.

But you couldn't accept it.

For years, you had actively perused novels as a teenager, smiling and squealing giddily at the romantic chivalry of the male protagonists. Whether it was offering a coat to their girlfriend or love interest when it was chilly, or doing little gestures to brighten their world, you had soaked it all up, excited for when you would one day get the blessing of receiving such gestures from someone you loved in real life.

You hadn't been prepared for the beautiful imagery you had nurtured over those juvenile years to be shattered when you got your first boyfriend. You had played the move effortlessly, forgetting your coat one time on a date just to see what your boyfriend's reaction would be. And then when the fateful moment came and he offered you his varsity jacket, well, you had been utterly embarrassed.

Because you had never expected it not to fit.

You weren't someone who was considered in one weight camp over the other. You weren't skinny enough to wear anything with ease, but you had never considered yourself to be greatly overweight either. You were thicker than most of your friends, but you had always been that way. Your mother had affectionately referred to you as big boned, and well, those bones of yours made it impossible for you to do up your boyfriend's jacket.

"Oh, it doesn't fit you, how about you take it off, Y/N? I didn't think your arms would be that thick compared to mine."

You decided that perhaps it was because you were going through another body change in life and he was more on the slender side. Not once had you thought of body size being an issue since everything happened so easily in fictions. You attempted not to let it deter you, though you subconsciously became more aware of your chubbier parts and tried to lose weight so you wouldn't face something like this again.

With your next boyfriend, it was with sheer misfortune that you had gotten wet helping out with a booth during orientation week in your second year of university and your boyfriend had taken you into the club room to borrow something from his stash of clothes to wear instead.

Nothing fitted you and you went home, ashamed and cold.

You had vowed from that moment on, no matter who you dated, you just wouldn't accept their offers over clothing. It wasn't worth the heartache or the self-destructive thoughts over your body either.