Bts Imagines [ Book 2 ] EDITING IS ON

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You were watching some series on TV, cuddling with your boyfriend. The mood was relaxing and comfortable until a little detail changed everything.
Yoongi's hand that was resting on your thigh suddenly oppressed you. Your eyes shifted from your thighs to the thighs of the gorgeous actress, who's the fantasy of many man in the world.
The difference was obvious: her thighs were as big as only one of yours.

"I'll be right back." You said with a lump in your throat, removing his hand before exiting the room.

You hide yourself in the bathroom so you'll be able to cry without Yoongi knowing. You'll let out all your tears quickly to be able to calm down soon enough so he won't be worried and come here to find you in such an emotional mess.

Your insecurities were increasing the weight on your shoulders so much lately. They are here every day, remembering you they won't go away several times a day. Beginning in the morning with the first look in the mirror and when you pick your clothes. They are even presents in your mind all day long; you basically can't go anywhere without feeling hideous. You feel like there's a label on your face where every people you meet in the streets read "CAUTION BIG THIGHS" and of course, they will watch them and be horrified. You've been stuck in this routine of blaming yourself everyday, without any exception.

When you were with your friends who were so skinny they could wear anything they want, that's probably when you were hurt the most. They can wear short skirts without looking like some kind of alien bear; they can wear tight dress and look stunning. Stunning; a word nobody will ever tell you.

  Tears were rolling down your face as you looked at your blurry reflection in this evil bathroom's mirror.
Your eyes started from your feet, stopping a minute on your thick, way too thick thighs.
You let out a sob; your cheeks were literally soaked with a salty liquid. Salty; like the taste you have in the back of your throat when you see all those beautiful girls and the only thing you wonder is "Why can't I look like them?"

Your eyes went up on your belly you didn't love that much but it was still okay. You went up a little more and here, you saw another one of your endless flaws: your breasts.
They were way too small; they aren't even filling the first size existing for a bra. You feel so small whenever you see younger girls having biggest breasts than you'll ever have. They have a silhouette way more feminine than yours. Are you even a girl? You don't think so.

How could you be happy with your chest when it's a crucial body part for boy's standars and you have the smallest chest of your classmates. You hate summer. Why? Because you have to uncover your body and you always feel so awkward in a bikini. "Should I really wear it? I look so ridiculous, look at my chest, I haven't boobs okay? I don't want to wear that piece of shit." You cried to your mom everytime you must have been wearing it.

You were a complete crying mess when you heard Yoongi calling your name from the corridor.
You tried to dry your tears as soon as possible but they were still falling, you obviously cried more than you thought you would.
He opened the bathroom's door as you turned your back to him that was still shaken by sobs.

"Are you crying?" He worriedly came in front of you but you hid your face with your hands.

"Why are you even crying? Are you in pain?" He waited for a reply but all that came out were incontrollable sobs.

"What's the matter darling?" He cautiously grabbed your wrist, and removed your hands easily. You had to tell him know anyway.

"Why are you crying so hard now when we were good a few minutes ago?"