Stigma {Kim Taehyung FF}✔

10

A week later, you were sitting at the dinner table with your mother. She was staring at you, unblinking, and it was beginning to make you uncomfortable.

"Mom, please. If you have something to say, just say it. Quit staring at me like that." You said, placing your spoon down.

She looked at you,"Looking at you like what?" She raised a quizzical brow. You sighed, "Like I'm a child. I'm twenty mom, not two."

She frowned. "I talked to Dr. Young and she confirmed my fears." You tilted your head, "Fears?"

She nodded,"It isn't good for you to hold back from regressing, Y/N. It's been a week now, that you've been 'big'. You're taking a toll on yourself."

You couldn't disagree. It's been a week since you let yourself be little, but in your defense, you were tired of being looked at the way you have been.

And it has been taking a toll on you, but it wasn't that bad. Sure, you had bags under your eyes, you ate less, and your nights have become more restless, and filled with small tears here and there.

But that was the price of being normal.

"Mom, I'm fine. I just have been feeling big. I promise, I'll be okay. If you're worried, I'll eat more, and I'll take the over the counter pills for sleep, okay?" You asked smiling at your worried mother.

Of course you felt bad, she was obviously stressing. Her hair was unkempt, and she had her own bags under eyes, which seemed so sunken, and the frown on her face accentuated the uneven wrinkles around her mouth.

"As long as you're sure your okay. But if even one thing happens that raises a red flag in my mind, I'm taking you directly to Dr. Young."

You nodded in agreement, hoping that you were able to relax her at least a little bit.

You hadn't meant to worry her, but after what had happened with Taehyung, you felt the need to stay out of little space. You didn't want more people to think you're a freak, a retard.

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The next day, you had been digging in your locker, looking for your textbook for science, since you were forced to take classes other than Photography, when you realized you had probably left it at home.

Coming to understand that you had just dug in your locker for ten minutes for no reason, and that you didn't have last nights homework, you glared angrily, and slammed your locker with a loud bang, a huff leaving your lips.

"Whoa, I don't think I've ever seen that look on your face. In fact I've never seen you without a smile." Jimin said. Leaning his shoulder against the locker next to yours, eyebrow raised.

You leaned your back against your own," I don't think i have ever felt as shitty as I do now. I forgot my science textbook, which had my homework." You sighed deeply and closed your eyes, leaning your head back.

Jimin smiled at you, though you couldn't see it, and began digging in his bag, before pulling out his own science homework, as you had the class together. "Here."

You opened your eyes and looked over with little effort, but lifted your head when you saw what he was handing you. A piece of notebook paper with his homework written down.

"We still have fifteen minutes until classes start. You can copy. Just be safe with 24, it's an opinion question. Rest are fact."

For the first time in a week, you smiled widely,"Thank you so much, Jimin Oppa! You're a life saver!" You grinned, hugged him quickly, and plopped on the floor.

He smiled and slid next to you, and began to explain some of the answers to you, just to make sure you understood, so you wouldn't be completely confused.

After finishing the work you handed him his own paper back with five minutes to spare, "Thanks again, Oppa. This week has been stressful." You admitted, glaring at the so called criminal across the hall.

Jimin nodded,"I noticed. You've been acting totally out of character all week. Almost no smiles." You chuckled, "Believe it or not, this is more normal than my previous behavior."

He gave you a questioning look, but you ignored it. "Well the bells going to ring, so we should get going. Thank you again, Oppa. I owe you." You grinned, before turning and walking towards your class.

Of course, bumping your shoulder into Taehyung's. You were petty, but who cares.

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You were in photography, sitting next to Hoseok when you began to feel it. The uncomfortable, unsettling feeling begin to fall over you.

You weren't oblivious to this feeling, atleast not in big space. It was the worst time, as the professor was explaining a new project, and was only at the beginning.

You glanced at the clock, feeling your knee begin to bounce at a wild, haphazard, speed. You bit you lip when it showed that there were still forty-five minutes until the class was over.

Hoseok looked over, and noticed your fist clenched to the point of whitened knuckles, and the crazy shaking of your body, and the way you shifted.

"Y/N?" You head shot over almost alarmed, as you looked at your friend. "Hm?" You didn't dare speak, you knew it would be at an uncontrollable volume.

"Are you okay? You look like you're going to explode." You nodded your head dismissively, turning back to the front of the room, trying to focus on what your professor was saying.

Taehyung was now aware of what was going on in front of him. He wasn't a stranger to the signs you were showing. The tightened fists, the uncontainable bounce in your leg, the harsh lip biting to contain any noise.

You were on the verge of some sort of mental breakdown.

You faced your head towards the floor, realizing you'd have to leave the room soon, or you'd break down right here. So timidly, you raised your hand, stopping the professor in the middle of a sentence.

"Yes, Y/N?" You opened your mouth to speak, but someone beat you to it. "Sir, I don't think she's feeling very well. She tried to power through it, but I can see the pain on her face." Hoseok said worriedly.

The professor analyzed your face, finally seeing the pain written in red ink, made by the hard struggle you were facing, and nodded his head, "Take her to the nurse. Okay?"

Hoseok nodded and went to stand, but someone else grabbed your arm, "I'll take her." Was heard before you were carefully lifted to a stand, and supported through the door.

As soon as you both exited the classroom, a choked sob left your lips. You folded them between your teeth, holding back. After a while, you found yourself and the person on the rooftop, sat on the familiar bench.

"Cry I won't judge you."

So you did. You cried.

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Apparently angst is a must in my stories 😅 but I hope it's good so far, feedback is welcome!