Jacket girl. That was a name that so many people who didn't know you called you. Why? Because you wore the same jacket every day.
You were known for your kindness and you were attractive in your own right, you weren't ugly, subjective or objectively.
But the main thing that everyone noticed and remembered was that jacket.
Well, when you were younger, you were bullied for your eczema. Kids would tease you, ask if it was contagious, and even then finding out it wasn't would not dare touch you. Not even once. So from second grade you wore a jacket.
When it started to clear up, you decided to a have no sleeves on, yet people would still notice and point out the patches to you. You took note of never to show your skin until it was gone.
By seventh grade it was gone, but puberty came. Your curves set in and you weren't really used to it. So you kept the jacket on. Not daring to take it off. You felt that you had to look a certain way in your clothing and you didn't look like that, yet. So you kept the jacket on.
Ninth grade, the curves weren't what you wanted them to be, the didn't look like what you saw in magazines. Not realizing that everything was photoshoped, you still never wanted a photo-op. So you still remained set in that jacket.
You had a boyfriend in tenth grade though, he broke up with you because you didn't look like the girls he was used to. You at times were too dark, too curvy, skin not even. You really liked him too, not enough to give up anything. But enough for you only grow even more self conscientious and insecure.
It's Senior year, you bought a new jacket. One that covered your arms and waist. Why did you want both covered?
Well, you were not big, yet not skin and bone. With meat and curves comes lightning bolts, the ones you never saw coming.
Stretch marks. You found it odd how the girls with ridiculous curves seemed to have flawless skin. Yet some off the thinnest had more than you. But, genetics doesn't care about what makes sense and what doesn't, so it chose you and those areas specifically.
No more crop tops no more tanks. Not until they faded enough, or didn't show at all. You were alright with that. It's not like you were taking that jacket off anyway. At least not during school or where people you knew saw you.
You at this point hated your body and wanted to throw the whole thing away. So when you started to cut, you didn't care. Your body wasn't good enough anyway, why care now. You didn't find a reason to love yourself. You didn't try....
The only person who didn't see it that way, see you that way was Yoongi. you were friends since 6th grade, and ever since then he thought you were the greatest gift he ever got. A friend who he could confide in, and a pretty one at that.
He fell for you hard in 8th grade and has been falling ever since. He never had the courage to ask you though, he was scared of rejection, it would also make the friendship complicated, so he decided to keep that instead.
He never saw you without that jacket, except when he came over. He loves your curves, sometimes even lusting after them. He couldn't tell you that though, you were his best friend, it would make things awkward.
He noticed that you started wearing long sleeves at home, in all year long. He didn't question it at first though. He thought you might have been trying that statement thing for poetry class.
Then the temperature started to rise and he still noticed you had on the long-sleeved shirts. Thin, but still pretty long for spring.
He was going to ignore it until one day he came to visit. Your parents weren't home but he had a key, he was legit your best friend. He was going to knock on yiur door until he overheard you while you were in your room.
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Kpop Smuts and Imagines (AMBW)
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