Weight ❑ (Kim Taehyung Fanfiction)

Prologue

November 5, 2000:

"Shin Kyunmi?" The doctors call.

"Yes?" She responds.

"This is your child, Shin Yoona," the doctor says as he hands Kyunmi the baby. "Although there is one problem we cannot find the reason as to why," he says.

"What is it, doc?" Kyunmi asks in concern as she looks lovingly into the beautifully glowing eyes of her new daughter.

"Well," the doctor begins. "She is born with this condition where she is going to be fat for her whole life. We haven't found a treatment for this condition yet,"

"What?" Kyunmi says in surprise.

She looks down at the baby and the look in her eyes turn from love to disgust.

"I understand, doctor," she says.

Kyunmi walks out of the hospital doors with Yoona in her arms.

"A fat child? Disgusting. No existing treatment? We'll see about that," Kyunmi mutters to herself as she heads to her car.

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August 9, 2005:

5 years later:

"Mommy, I'm hungry," I say as I bang at the locked door on my room.

"No Yoona. You can't eat yet."

"Okay, Mommy," I say then I lie back down on my bed.

Mommy said I have to wait and be a good girl to eat my food. I don't know how long Mommy put me in my room but I did fall asleep six times.

My tummy really hurts and I have been a good girl. I bet Mommy is going to give me yummy food anytime soon.

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August 12, 2005:

3 days later:

A thump comes from Yoona's rooms and Kyunmi sighs and rolls her eyes to look at the condition of Yoona.

Yoona has fainted and is lying face flat next to her desk chair.

Kyunmi calmly takes Yoona in her arms and brings her to the car with no worry existing whatsoever. As if these kinds of situations have happened before. Because it has.

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August 12, 2005:

At the hospital:

"Mrs. Shin, this is the tenth time Yoona has came here because of malnutrition," the nurse says to Kyunmi but Kyunmi just shrugs the statement off.

I want my daughter to be perfect. Kyunmi thinks as I become conscious.

I later get discharged from the hospital and my stomach continues to hurt.

"Mommy, can I have something to eat, please?" I say, putting one hand on my protruding stomach as I try to catch up to Mommy who is walking rather fast infront of me.

"We'll stop by for a salad," Mommy says.

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March 20, 2017:

12 years later:

I stare at the mirror. I look down at my naked body after showering.

Seventeen years of trying and Mother still wasn't able to get rid of all this, I think as I pinch a chunk of my side fat.

I look up at the mirror and find my large cheek sacs hanging off my ugly face. I put the circular-framed glasses on my face and my vision gets clearer. Every crease, flab, and curve catches my attention in my body and I sigh.

It's okay, Shin Yoona. Just one more year of highschool. I think to myself as I start my skin care and take the pills given by Mother.

I read the label like I have been every morning.

Suppresses Hunger.

I get out of the bathroom and turn to the sheet sticking on the back of my bathroom door.

It's my everyday exercise routine.

-1 hour jog at 5:00am
-100 crunches with legs 90 degrees in the air
-legs held up 6 inches in the air; 1 minute
-50 burpees with push-ups
-50 squats

Those workouts are only for the weekdays. My weekend workouts are far longer.

Yes. It's all hard to do. But I have my motivation to finish each and every one of my workouts.

I do my workouts in my room infront of a full body mirror I bought. On the mirror, I taped an image of a skinny girl's body. Every time, after my workouts, I would stand infront of that mirror and my head would only show above the girl's perfect figure.

I would always laugh, giggle, make poses with my facial expressions, they all make me feel enough adrenaline to continue the workout the following day.

And the days go on.

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A/N:
This story was not written to offend anyone. If you do feel offended in anyway and want to stop reading, I understand but this book is about finding love in yourself no matter what unfortunate event/s or problem/s come your way.

Everybody stay strong because I love each and every one of you.