•TRUST•

2.

SOONYEON'S/ YOUR POV
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I let out a huff as I fell back on my bed. I'd just finished up all my unpacking and boy, I was exhausted. I deserve some John Cena-like muscles after all that work.

"SoonYeon, Hoseok, dinner is ready! I ordered pizza," I heard mom yell from downstairs.

"Ooh coming," Hoseok yelled back. I could hear his fast footsteps pad down the hallway, trip over something, letting out a few curses, and run downstairs.

"I'm not hungry mom", I yelled back. And just as I said so, my stomach growled.

To be honest , I was hungry. But I need to lose weight. I got up and walked to my mirror, studying my body up and down, left to right.

Fat. Ugly. Pig.

I didn't deserve to eat.

Tears were now rolling down my cheeks. You don't deserve to eat. Fatass. Idiot. I crouched down and hugged my knees to my chest, letting out a few sobs.

No one wants me, I said to myself. No one cares about me. No one ever will. They say they do, then they leave you just as easily.

I looked up and stared into my own teary eyes. You pathetic piece of shit.

"Hey, can I borrow som-"

I snapped my head up to my window and found a very attractive guy poking his head through it.

"Oh, oh my god s-sorry. I d-didn't mean to- are you alright?" His sweet angle-like voice spoke out.

"Who are you?" I asked back, confused.

He stepped in "My name is Jimin, hi," he said while stretching out his hand.

"H-hi?" I was still crying. I hesitated to take his hand but did anyway. So soft.

He took me by surprise when he pulled me in for a warm, tight hug.

"Hey, are you alright?" Jimin started rubbing my back soothingly. I immediately broke down again and hugged him back tighter.

Sobbing into his jacket, he sat us down on my bed, me on his lap. Wait, what? Eh. To depressed to care.

"Shhh, it's okay. I'm here," he whispered softly into my ear causing shivers to run down my back.

He pulled away slightly, grabbing my face and tucking strands of hair behind my ear. Calming me down, he looked deeply into my eyes. Very, very deeply.

"Want to talk about it?" He offered with a soft smile.

Ppfft. As if you cared.

"You say that like as if you cared .." I replied, looking down.

"What makes you think I don't?"

"What would make me think you do?"

"Do you think I don't?"

"Well I don't think you do..."

He chuckled. "It's alright if you don't want to tell me, I understand."

"Okay, good." I responded, finally looking up to his eyes to find him staring at me. Is there something on my face?

"What?" I asked, touching my face to feel.

"Nothing, nothing," he smiled while pulling my hands away.

I looked down at us and quickly got up, blushing.