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✔Abstract | Taehyung

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   He may not have been the most mature of all people.

  But neither had you.

  You didn't need extravagant gestures of love, like flowers and chocolates. And he loved that about you.

  He loved the way you kept your hair, and the way you made a hoodie and oversized sweatpants look good.

  He loved the way you captured your lip between your teeth when you thought, or just studied something.

  Or the way you would trace your thumb across his cheekbone, running your thumbnail ever-so-softly against wrinkles yet to appear on his handsome face. 

  The way you would knot you fingers in his hair when he kissed you.

   And the way you unconditionally loved him.

  But it wasn't enough to stop you.

  To stop his fans.

   'She's fat,'

   'Whore,'

   'Taehyung could've done so much better'

   'Fat'

   'Fat'

   'Fat'

  He didn't know what to do. He didn't even notice it at first.

  He didn't notice the pounds dropping off you faster than healthy. Hell, you didn't even need to lose weight. You were healthy.

   "(Y/.N)?" Taehyung calls into the house, searching for his girlfriend. You emerge from your shared bedroom, wearing a hoodie and sweatpants that used to fit you perfectly.

  And the sirens began to go off in Taehyung's head.

   "Are you okay?" He asks, unable to say anything else. He drops his bags, walking to you. You step back, offering him a smile instead.

  "I'm fine! Hungry?" You ask, stepping around him. You couldn't bear to let him touch you. Not yet. He had been spending so many days with the band. When he was here, he'd leave while you were still asleep, and return while you were in the shower. It also helped that he refrained from being a cuddler at night. Usually, you made him cuddle his own pillows, so he wouldn't notice your weight loss.

  You knew you were losing weight.

  But he didn't.

  And you had to keep it that way.

  Him freaking out over you was the last thing you needed.

  "Uhm. Yes please. Thank you." He says, not buying into your words. A seed of worry had already been planted.

   And no matter how much you dug, you'll never be able to uproot it.

   Taehyung stalks behind you, watching you as you work around the kitchen. You were definitely thinner.

  Way thinner.

  Your usually blushed, porcelan-textured cheeks took on a dark tone, sunken in and clinging to your cheekbones and jaw tightly. Your pants looked baggy, completely missing your knees and thighs, as if they were nonexistent.

  Taehyung watches as you tug one of your sleeves upward; an innocent action, with a dark hidden core. Your wrists were bony, the metacarpals of your wrist very visible under the paler skin.