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RapMon: Untrue

RapMon: Untrue
Genre: Fluff/Slight Angst
*Slight Trigger Warning*
Request: this request was from an anon who wanted "a scenario with rapmon where people say you're too fat and that you'll break him if you sit on his lap or something and he proves you wrong".
Enjoy!

It wouldn't stop.

It just wouldn't stop.

Every time you thought the hateful comments would cease, they never failed to pop up repeatedly, not only hurting you but also triggering the remnants of your past - sure, they were mere remnants, but that didn't mean that you wouldn't slip back into the dark side of your mind when provoked.

"Noona! We're hungry!" A deep voice followed by a giggle echoed from the dining room, and you recognized the voice to belong to Taehyung. More footsteps clumped along the polished floor of the apartment you shared with Namjoon, and you hastily slid your phone into the back pocket of your denim shorts before bringing out the large platters of food.

This is no time to feel moody, you warned yourself, and spread a smile across your face as you came face to face with the six other boys, besides your boyfriend, who were all already seated at the table. It was the last day of work for them before their short winter break, and Namjoon had suggested to celebrate it by inviting the rest of his members over for dinner - courtesy of you. Being the hostess, you couldn't afford to show that you were upset, not even if you had been bombarded on social media with hate comments by certain fans who were still sore over the fact that you were Rap Monster's other half.

Not even if they had been utterly mean by saying, "You're too fat for him to love, you'll break his bones by just sitting on his lap."

"(Y/N)-noona's cooking is the best!" Jungkook exclaimed as he helped himself to a generous scoop of your japchae, eyes closing and face forming into an expression of bliss and contentment as the first spoonful went in.

The boys were full of chatter tonight, and you waited for them to help themselves to the food first before taking your own.

"Ah - that's too much Namjoon. Lesser, please," you urged as Namjoon had decided to serve you.

"That's less than half a scoop of noodles, (Y/N). Are you sure you're not gonna be hungry?" He hesitated, eyeing you carefully.

This was not the first time you had tried to get out of eating with Namjoon, and you decided to avoid eye contact with him so that he wouldn't be able to tell that you were eating lesser on purpose. "I had a heavy lunch, so I don't feel that hungry," was your excuse. Giving you the benefit of the doubt, he put down the serving ladle, and thankfully let you be.

Seconds and minutes passed, and you were still poking at your noodles with your chopsticks and swirling them around. The boys had finished all three plates of japchae, the bulgogi beef, as well as the salad. You, on the other hand, had barely consumed a mouthful. It hadn't helped that Jimin was on the topic of his new diet and workout plan to get his abs back into shape, and that Seokjin was discussing on his new Christmas cake recipes. All the talk about food, dieting, and exercise just made you sick. You tried to force your noodles down, but all that went through your messy mind was: "Look at your thighs, put down the food."

You kept quiet for the whole meal, and felt more than relieved when the boys were done and you could finally get away from the dreaded dining table. Tiptoeing into your room, you stood in front of the mirror and started pinching at your sides and your thighs, loathing your reflection - just like how you used to as a teenager in high school. That was when your eating disorders had started, when you had been bullied and made a joke of because of your size. You managed to lose weight the unhealthy way, and you were only rescued from your hell once you met Namjoon, who brought you back to your senses and helped you into the process of recovering. But then again you hadn't fully recovered, and the comments those fans made when they found out you both were dating, and still continued to make up till now, only slowed down your progress.

"Jagiya! What are you doing?" His baritone voice sounded and you jumped in surprise, not daring to turn around. You had promised him before that you would try your best not to take heed of the criticism, and now you felt guilty for doing the opposite again.

You glumly stood rooted to your spot, not wanting to say a word. Not until you felt his strong, muscular arms wrap around your body and his lanky build press against you from the back, did your lips start to quiver, and as much as you had tried to hold them back, the tears still trickled down your cheeks without your control. Namjoon held you tighter, the heat of his body warming your cold one. He waited for your weeps to calm before gently wiping them away with his thumb. Turning you around, he tilted your chin up so that you could face him, but your downcast eyes only flickered across his for a moment, stubbornly refusing to look him in the eyes.

"Look at me, babygirl," He softly yet sternly whispered in an authoritative manner. "You can't hide this from me, you know. What happened this time?"

You tried to push him away but his grasp held you in place. Moving his hands up to your shoulders to firmly rub circles on them, he coaxed you into telling him what was wrong.

"They...they said I'm too fat for you to love and..." You noticed his gaze turn into one of anger when he heard what the sour fans had said.

"And?" He questioned for you to continue.

"That I'd break you...just by sitting on your lap alone." You mumbled, the tears threatening to spill once again. "And then Jimin was going on about his diet and Seokjin-"

Namjoon pressed his finger to your lips to stop you from continuing. He felt angry - he always did, whenever you getting hurt was concerned. But the pain he felt was stronger than the anger, he couldn't bear for you to get hurt all the time, and then watch you harm yourself even more. He released a heavy sigh after all you had told him had finally sunken in.

"You know that all the bullshit the haters say isn't true, right, babygirl?" He placed his palm against your cheek and caressed it soothingly.

You stared back at him with uncertainty in your eyes. "Do I?"

He took you by the hand and lead you over to the bed, where he sat down before gripping your waist and placing you down on his lap.

"Did I break, jagiya?" He asked, a smile almost forming on his lips.

You held back a giggle as you shook your head, how he showed you so literally that the comments were bullshit was kind of humorous.

Taking you by surprise, a yelp escaped your lips as he engulfed you in his arms once again and threw you over his back before standing up.

"Yah, Namjoonie! Put me down!" You cried out, thumping on his toned back with your fists. Obviously refusing, he held you using his left arm while the other moved to tickle you at your waist - where you were the most ticklish.

Unable to escape, you burst into peals of laughter as he mercilessly tickled you, and only when you had laughed till you were breathless did he finally put you down.
"See (Y/N). What they say isn't true, and never will be. And you should have enough trust in me to know that I'll love you no matter what, okay?" He said calmly while rubbing your back.

You giggled a little and nodded shyly, wisps of hair from your ponytail that had come undone while he had you swung over his back falling into your face. He bent down a little to reach your height, and reaching for the nape of your neck with his hand he eased your face closer to his, before pulling you into a soft, yet deep kiss.

"You're beautiful just as you are, inside and outside and you are worth so much more than I can ever make you feel. You got that jagiya?" He said once he pulled his lips away from yours, his wide grin now cheering you up as his sweet words lifted your spirits.

You sat the tip of your finger into his cheek where his dimple creased and chuckled. "I think we had better get back to the boys now, before they start looking for us."

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