Weight ❑ (Kim Taehyung Fanfiction)

Chapter 4

April 2, 2018:

I manage to make my way to the rooftop and run close to the edge. I lean my elbows against the rims of the roof and begin to feel flowing liquids drenching my cheeks. My moistened eyes are constantly trying to be blown dry by the breeze at the top of the two story building.

Why did I yell at him? He was only trying to help.

But I can't have help. I'm not fated to have friends. I'm not fated to lead a happy life. I'm locked down forever in the hands of what people believe is God.

If God really was here, he'd answer my prayers. But nothing comes my way. (a/n-I'm not making fun of anyone's religion. Don't feel offended)

"Damn you, God!!" I yell to the top of my lungs.

I look down at the yard directly below me.

If only suicide wasn't a sin. God or not, I'm not taking a chance to go to hell without a fight.

"Watch your words, God might just spite you here and now," I here from behind me.

I turn to see Taehyung standing infront of the exit door of the roof and a broken-looking smile plastered onto his face.

"That's the goal I'm aiming for," I say solemnly. "Hey, I'm sorry about before, at the cafeteria," I apologize, not about to lift the feeling of guilt from my chest.

"It's alright," he gently reassured but his kindness just pushes at the burdened feeling.

"It's not okay," I say back as I lift my head to make contact with his eyes. "Please. Don't-" tears start welling up at my eyes again, "-I don't want to be alone... Taetae," I give him a sad smile and her wraps his arms around my figure.

"I never planned on doing so," he says back.

•

April 3, 2018:

"Tong-tong-ah (chubby)," I hear from behind me followed by mocking chuckles of the students.

I turn around to watch the tragic event but find Taehyung waving at me.

"Did you call for me?" I ask as I make a gesture, pointing towards myself.

"Yeah. Tong-tong. Isn't that a cute nickname?"  He innocently asks.

"Why do I need a nickname?" I ask, obviously unamused.

"Because I don't want to be the only one with a nickname. Plus, Yoo-yoo or nana is weird to say," he innocently smiles back.

Gosh this man-child.

"So you think calling my chubby is cute?" I ask back.

"YOU are cute," he counters. The gesture making my cheeks heat up.

"This is embarrassing," I mumble as I walk past Taehyung and towards my class.

"Wait, Tong-tong. Let's walk together," and again, he links his arm within mine.

•

April 3, 2018:

Lunch Time:

"Let's Get you some lunch,"  Taehyung insists as he grabs hold of my wrist.

"It's okay. I'm not hungry today," I lie. "Go eat with your friends," I say as I nudge my head towards the group I saw him with on the first day.

"I am eating with my friend," he says, mimicking my movements but instead, his eyes are still on me as his head nudges towards my direction.

"That's sweet, Taetae, but really. You haven't really hung out with them when you became friends with me," I push him towards their table.

Just as I am about to walk away, Taehyung takes hold of my wrist and drags me backwards, towards him and the table of his friends.

"Where are you going? You said you wanted me to eat with my friends," he explains, pulling out a chair from beside him and another guy.

"I-I,"

"Please~" He says, pulling his lip out for a pout and he rounds his eyes to a bigger position.

I laugh as I say "you know that look wont work for me," and playfully place my hand on his face to direct it to another direction. I feel a big smile under my palm, indicating he knows what I'm ready to do next. "But because you ask so nicely, I can't say no," I sign out, placing my fat-ass down at the plastic chair.

"Everybody, this is Yoona."

"Hi, hi, hi! I'm Hoseok but you can call me Hobi 'cause I am everyone's hope!" The guy next to me says with a big, glowing smile plastered across his face. His smile was so contagious that I felt tugs at the ends of my lips.

"Hi! Excuji me! My name is Jimin!" The guy sitting next to Hoseok says as he sticks his right hand out to initiate a handshake. He has an adorable face, but once I get a grip on his hands, his grip was strong and firm, giving me the information that he is very fit.

"Hello! I'm Jungkook. I'm a junior, so should I call you noona?" The boy next to Jimin says as he reveals his bunny teeth in his formed smile. I keep my smile up on my face and give Jungkook an acknowledging nod.

"Good morning, my name is Yoongi, but some of these boys call me Suga so feel free," a pale boy seated next to Jungkook says as his figure is leaned back on his chair.

"But, Hyung, it's already 12:30pm," Jungkook points out.

"Whenever I just wake is morning for me," Yoongi remarks before giving an expression of remembering something. "Hey, Tae. I need to pee, go do it for me," He says, shooing his hand at Taehyung's direction.

"Um... we'll wait a moment for that," Taehyung disgustedly says and Yoongi gives a shrug in response.

"Yoongi, be polite. Yoona is new to us. Welcome her. I'm Seokjin by the way, but just call me Jin," Seokjin says and he lifts an arm attached to his broad shoulders and gives me a wave. I awkwardly wave back as I keep my stare at his shoulders. Those have to be at least as long as the Pacific Ocean.

"And I'm Namjoon. I'm pretty bomb at rapping so I'm in for a nickname of RM," the next and last guy says as he makes dramatic hand motions and stare somewhere off into space when he mentioned his nickname.

"What does RM stand for?" I ask, genuinely curious.

"Real me," he shortly responds.

"That's inspiring," I nod at him.

They're all really good looking, healthy looking (well except I think Yoongi needs a little more sun but...), and they're all so fit. It's great that they accept me but... I don't feel so great anymore.

I look down at my body, then back up at them.

There's a clenching feeling at my heart and it's not very pleasant.

I bring my heels up to the edge of my chair and tuck them into my chest, but the seat is too small for my bottom figure to fit all together.

Damn it.

So I put my legs back in normal position and lay my head down on my crossed arms lying on the table.

"Hey. Are you okay?"