Weight ❑ (Kim Taehyung Fanfiction)

Chapter 3

April 2, 2018:

"YOONA!!" somebody calls from the cafeteria table but I decide to not look and continue towards the lunch line.

Barely a few seconds pass and a tap on the shoulder is felt.

After turning around, I spot Taehyung with widened eyes and a jaw-dropping mouth form.

"Wow, Yoona. You are what people call thicc these days. Very swol," as he continues, I feel the cringe on his slang reach my stomach.

"Taehyung can you-" before I can finish, he places a finger on my surprised expression and glares at me with eyebrows at opposite directions.

"I told you to call me Taetae!" He whines as he nudges my arm and shakes it while his bottom lip is purposely protruding.

"Fine," defeated, I say.

"Fine what?" Taehyung pushes.

"Fine, Taetae," it sounds forced and it was. I look at the content smile on Taehyung's face and force a smile on my own.

He moves forward and grabs hold of my right arm. His arms sliding through to link arms with me.

"Why?" I ask. Staring at our connected arms.

"Because you're my friend. I want to," he giggles before walking forward into the line with our arms still linked.

People from behind start to curse at me behind my back. I look up to watch Taehyung's expression on this and his eyebrows looks straighter than normal, his eyes narrowed, and his mouth in a solitude line.

I tug at his shirt, the emotion of worry crosses my mind.

"Are you okay?" I ask as I look up considering he towers my short and stubby self.

"How are you not bothered by all this going on behind us?" He says through clenched teeth.

I look down at the ground while becoming surprised of the amount of anger fuming off of Taehyung, I start to play with the floor with my foot while answering his question.

"It's not that I'm not bothered~" I start to mumble.

"Then what is it? Why?" He interrupts.

"I mean... I am bothered but I can't really do anything about it. The whole school does it," I continue staring down at my feet, ankle twist limply at the touch of the marbled floor.

"Then do something about it!" He starts to softly shout but it makes me begin to heat with anger. Anger at myself, but the moment calls for it and I release the anger. Just... at the wrong person.

"I CAN'T!" I regrettably screech, making Taehyung jump in shock as the whole population in the cafeteria has their eyes on me as I feel frustrated tears start to collect.

You can't let anyone see you cry. I think to myself.

What to do? What to do? I continue, looking around the enclosed room to find an exit.

One is spotted but the path is narrow.

Oh, fuck it.

I successfully run straight past the crowd of people who don't bother to move out of the way.

"Wait!" I hear again behind me but I didn't stop. The tears of frustration over myself didn't stop either. Reaching for the rubber band on one wrist with my other hand, I pull at the elastic and release, repeating the process over again, hoping the pain slows down the process of my crying until I am out of the sight of other people.