Squishy Cheeks (Yoonmin)

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A/N: [media] I live for Jimin's thighs 😧😍

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It had been a while since I hadn't properly eaten a meal and Yoongi was just on the brink of noticing. I had lost around 10 pounds and everything I hated about myself had shrunk a bit. My bulging tummy didn't stick out so far or look so swollen. I was ever grateful for this. But, the school had realized Yoongi and I hung out together and I'd get into trouble for it, earning a few punches here and there and the worse it had gotten was a beating in the locker room during P.E. 'It's ok' I tell myself that everyday, they just aren't used to seeing me with him and I pobably deserved it cause of my appearance.

I walked towards our spot near the tree and sat down with my back leaning against the bark. I noticed an unfamiliar looking boy walking towards me, quite quickly. Something didn't felt right at the moment I saw his face. He wore an angry look on his face and his large eyes seemed even larger, he was quite beautiful even if he was angry but I couldn't think of this right now. He finally reached me and wasted no time.

"Listen to me, fatass. I don't care who you are but I had dibs on Yoongi first and you took him away. If I see your ugly ass hanging around him after this, I'll stick your fat ass in an oven and serve you on Thanksgiving to the homeless, they'll be eating for days, maybe if you got a hold of your appearance then you wouldn't have to guilt trip people into loving you." He spat then walked away. The words cut so deep, this had probably been worse than the time I got thrown into a ditch.

"I-I'm s-sorr-" I tried to say.

"Shut the fuck up, you don't deserve life, just die, no one cares about you anyway." The boy retorted.
Each word was an actual stab to my relevance and hope, my self esteem was so low that these words barely affected it.
My gaze shifted toward a boy standing behind him.

"Jungkook-ah, come on that's enough leave him alone, I think he gets the point." Although he was friends with this Jungkook who had hurt me beyond belief, he flashed an empathetic look towards me as they turned to leave.

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. It became ragged and I felt a sob climbing it's way up my throat. I sat there leaning against the same tree I felt accepted, and the same tree where I felt completely empty for the first time. Tears left my eyes and traveled down my squishy cheeks, but my face, void of emotion. I was just a statue crying, no emotion, no thought process, just reaction to stimulation.

Yoongi never did show up that day at lunch, or after school. I didn't bother looking for him either; I didn't want to be found.
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The following week I tied to steer clear of Yoongi, avoid him at all costs, even though it hurt me. I really did love him and I was only doing this because I worried Jungkook would start going after Yoongi. I didn't want that for him; a life of constant teasing and humiliation. Eveyday I went home I sat at the table eating the food my mom made me eat, then I'd excuse myself to the restroom and puke everything up. I couldn't risk it, I was barely able to lose some weight and I still looked like a whale.
~*~one week later
I stood infront of my body mirror and prodded at the little bit of tummy I still had. I'd starved myself to the point of only a cucumber a day. I'd lost around 20 pounds in a week. I knew crash diets were bad...but this was the only time any diet had even worked for me. I had also gone back to dance lessons, and did around 3 hours of practice a day. I noticed how my thighs had gotten much firmer but stayed at the same size mainly because of the muscle forming there. It was only my tummy, chubby cheeks, and plump hands that were left. If only I could get rid of those, everything would be much better.

I met Yoongi the next day. I hadn't seen him in a while. It seemed like his eyeballs were going to fall out of their sockets. He looked me up and down with a worried expression and started coming my way.
Anxiety built up inside me like an overflowing river, mixing with the sensation of hunger. I couldn't move and I was unsure of how I would interact with him.
The first thing he did when he reached me was take me into his embrace. I didn't rebel, I couldnt, even if I couldn't breathe. Something wet slid down my cheek and I hear faint, muffled sobs.

"W-what have you done to yourself?"
He choked out, ignoring the stares we received from the people around us.
My mouth couldn't move to form words not even if my brain would create the string of thought that would wait at my lips, unsaid.

"J-im-" He couldn't finish my name as his breathing hitched when his fingers ran over the scars on my wrist.

"Oh my Gosh, Oh my- Why?"

I couldn't lift my head to look at him. But the words somehow came out.

"S-sorry, I-" my words were cut short as he pressed his body against mine and wrapping his slender arms around me. I could feel him shaking against me as he finally look up with tears in his eyes.

"No, I'm the one who's sorry. I'm so sorry, I wasn't there, I'm so sorry I didn't try to find you, it's all my fault."

I returned to hug making him know that it wasn't his fault, it never was.

"Jimin, I love you so much."