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𝓣𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓽𝔂 𝓸𝓷𝓮.5

Before Jimin could take any notice, Yoongi was carefully removing Jimin's fingers from their place around his bottle and replacing the space with Ggukie. Jimin only seemed to realize upon feeling the small tickles on his fingertips from the toys fluffy fur. He made no effort to protest, only tightened his grip, squeezing the toy beneath his fingers.

Yoongi safely set the half-empty bottle to the side and focused his attention back on Jimin, who looked as little as ever with his dark lashes dotted with fresh tears and bottom lip wobbling in time with his breathing. "Have you had enough talking, Jimin? I won't make you carry on if you aren't feeling up to it."

Jimin shook his head. "N-no, just wanna get it over with, Kitten. There's still more."

Still more. Yoongi almost felt anxious to hear what else there could possibly be to come. His stomach tightened hesitantly as he softly motioned for Jimin to continue.

"S-so, it was after another few exams and I already felt bad, b-but I was in the lunch hall and there were these girls a-and, and..." Jimin cut himself off.

Yoongi let him take his time, only hushing him through a few hiccuped whines which were threatening to break into full sobs. Yoongi could see it coming and so tentatively began to speak in an effort to distract him.

"You said you were in the lunch hall? Did you go to lunch alone?"

"N-no, was with JohnJohn. He found me after exams and took me to lunch with him."

Yoongi hummed, Jimin trusted him, so Yoongi was going to have to. And the thought of Jimin having a support system while at school was comforting. It felt safe to know that if Jimin were to ever feel little again while at school, Johnny could be there to hold his hand and just help to make Jimin feel less, alone. Yoongi would have to discuss it with Jimin when he was feeling big again.

"And these girls, kitten, t-these girls came up to our table." Jimin paused. "They asked if I was Jimin, a-and I said yes. B-but they were so mean, Kitten! They told me that e-everyone knew about me falling, a-and that everyone was making fun of me and laughing about it a-and I felt scared, Kitten. Felt scary knowing that everyone knows and thinks I'm stupid."

Yoongi's lips parted in an attempt to speak, but he was surprisingly cut off by Jimin piping back up. "JohnJohn yelled at them for me, I-I couldn't speak. I can't tell you what he said, Kitten, because he said a bad word... a few bad words. B-but telling me that everyone was laughing at me wasn't even the meanest thing they s-said."

Yoongi sighed. "What else did they say, baby?"

Jimin mirrored Yoongi's sigh. "Well, I had a salad, a-and they saw. And they told me that my thighs would s-still be big. They would still be big even on a diet, Kitten. They meant that Jiminie's fat, didn't they? I-I know that's what they meant!"

Yoongi was furious. A fury that he kept masked by a frown and furrowed eyebrows, yet sat raging inside him, burning his every thought and feeling. His vision ran white, his fists automatically clenching, yet quickly loosening upon realizing Jimin's place on his lap. "Jimin, don't you dare believe a word those girls told you, do you hear me?"

Jimin's voice grew small. "Is it true, Kitten?"

Yoongi wanted to scream. He wanted to run through town holding a poster that read 'Park Jimin is beautiful no matter what his size!' and to hang a sign from the tallest building in the city, if only Jimin would see it and finally, finally realize his worth.

But his voice stayed as steady as ever, laced with as much sincerity he could possibly manage. "Jimin, no. It is most definitely not true. Jimin, you are beautiful, your body is beautiful, and nowhere being fat. Though if it was, I would still love you all the same."