park bench

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I didn't know what to do or say when I saw Taehyung waiting for me outside the washroom door. He looked at me with a sad expression on his face, maybe like he felt sorry for me? I don't need his pity, I hate people looking down on me. 

People always look at me like I'm either some sort of easy target to make fun of, or like a deer that had just got his leg trapped in one of those wild bear traps. You want to help the deer and get his leg out so it can heal, but you don't want to try and open the bear trap knowing you might break the deers leg altogether. 

I wiped my mouth with my sleeve before walking past him to the counter where I placed the key for the washroom on. 

As I walked out of the store, I could hear Taehyun run after me and grabbed a hold of my shoulder, forcing me to turn around and look at him. 

"P-Please don't say anything about what had just happened Taehyung...I don't want to talk about it" I say in a sad tone, anyone could hear I was about to cry. I could hear in my own tone that my voice was cracking because I was holding in tears. It pained my throat just to talk. 

"Hoseok..." Taehyung says, looking at my face but I looked at his chest instead of looking into his eyes. 

"Let me fix this" he says, slowly bringing his hand forward and grabbing my hand which blood was still coming from. 

"How?" I ask, looking at him confused and he held up a white bag which I didn't seem to notice he'd been holding the whole time. 

"I bought some stuff, come on" he says, holding the hand which wasn't bleeding and leading me outside of the parking lot. 

Once Taehyung got to a park, we were sitting on a bench and the most light Taehyung was getting was the light coming from the light post which was beside the bench we were sitting on. 

Taehyung pulled out some alcohol wipes and started wiping my knuckles which made me bight down on my bottom lip in a painful matter. My knuckles automatically stung and it hurt, but I held in the screams I wanted to let out. 

"Sorry if it's hurting you..." Taehyung says in a quiet voice, I guess he could tell by my facial expression that I wasn't exactly having the time of my life. 

"It's fine...I basically caused this onto myself. You're just trying to clean it" I explain in a hurt tone. 

Once my hand was all cleaned and bandaged up, Taehyung and I were still sitting down on the bench for a while in silence before Taehyung started conversation. "Why..." Was the first thing that came out of his mouth. He sounded so hurt. 

"What do you mean, why?"

"You know exactly what I mean." Taehyung says in an annoyed, angry tone. 

"I...I don't know..." 

"How do you not know why you make yourself throw up?" Taehyung asks me in sadness. 

"Well...it's a bit obvious, isn't it?" I ask, looking at him like he was a bit crazy for not already knowing. 

"No it's not obvious. You're really good at keeping things to yourself, you know that Hoseok?" Taehyung asks and I staid quiet. I knew I was good at that, I knew I was good at not telling anyone how I was feeling. 

"So tell me...tell me what' so obvious?" Taehyung asks me, and as I looked up at his face, he was staring into my eyes. 

"I-I..." I stutter, I couldn't say it out loud. I then looked down into my lap and clutched onto the end of my shirt tightly. I took all of my courage and all of my energy to say "I do it because I think I'm obese." 

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