Rehab

Three: Another day, another delay

7:00 in the morning. The pounding on my door begins. I roll out of bed and towards my front door, checking the peephole even though I already know who it is. Opening the door, I force a small smile onto my face. “Good morning, Oppa.” I do my best to use the softest and kindest voice I have.

Taehyung smiles wide and puts his hands behind his back, “Y/N! Good morning!” He lets himself inside before I even have enough time to move out of the way. “Are you getting ready?”

I close the door and walk towards the intruder sitting on my couch. “Yes, I just woke up though. It might take me a little bit to get ready..” ‘Please get the hint to wait at your own place..’

“Oh..” Taehyung tilts his head for a moment, “Well, I’ll just wait here and keep you company while you get ready, then.” His smile lights up the room and all I want to do is throw up. He’s too cheery for this early in the morning. ‘Or ever.’

The same forced smile finds its way to my lips once more and I can’t help but wonder when I’ll be able to stop faking smiles. “Alright.. I have to get a shower and get dressed, then we can head out.”

     I walk to my bathroom and take possibly the fastest shower I’ve ever taken in my whole life. I don’t want Taehyung to go through my stuff or find anything that he shouldn’t see. Once I’m clean, I exit to my room wrapped in a towel. I shuffle through my drawers and my closet to find a suitable outfit for today but before I can find anything, I catch a glimpse of a foreign presence in the room. Turning around towards my bed, I let out a shriek. “Taehyung! What the hell are you doing in here?!”

He jumps and looks away from my indecent form. “U-Uh I wanted to help you pick out something to wear a-and I found the dress I gave you. I set it out for you but your bed looked really comfy so I sat down. I didn’t th-think you’d be out so fast!” He defends himself. I stare at him wide-eyed and furious. When he thinks I’m looking away, I catch him stealing glances at me.

“I’ll wear the dress if you get out! Quit looking at me, you pervert!” I walk over there and lightly smack his arms until he stands to leave the room.

“ACK! I-I’m sorry! I’ll go!” He runs out of the room and slams the door behind him.

I take a deep breath and try to calm down as much as possible. Taking the dress and my other garments I chose to wear, I dress myself quickly, avoiding mirrors or any sort of reflection. ‘Stupid fucking boy.. Coming into my room and laying on my bed… going through my clothes. I should’ve punched him.’

“And what will you have, miss?” The waiter asks for my order and I take one last glance at the menu.

“I would like.. A small unsweetened tea please.” I respond with a small smile.

He writes down my drink order and looks back up at me.  “Will that be all?”

Taehyung interjects before I can answer yes, “She’ll also have a blueberry muffin.” His smile shows back and forth between me and the waiter. “That’ll be all, thank you.” ‘So polite.’

I don’t even have time to say otherwise before the waiter takes off to get our food and drinks. “Oppa, I’m not hungry, why did you say I wanted a muffin?”

The brunette boy scratches the back of his head and looks anywhere but in my direction. “Well.. I-I don’t mean this to sound rude, but you look like you haven’t eaten in days. You’re so small, and you even had trouble holding the door open earlier.”

I sit back and practically gawk at him. He really has to audacity to tell me that I’m sickly and weak? “Listen, Oppa, I get that you’re just trying to be friendly, but the way I look really isn’t any of your concern.”

Taehyung’s eyes meet mine and I can’t tell what he’s thinking. “Y/N, I promise that I wasn’t meaning that to be rude or to get into your personal business, but…” He looks at (what he can see of) my body. It’s like as soon as he laid his eyes on me, his face paled three shades. “The dress I gave you should’ve been your size, but it’s falling off of you.” He states.

I’m too self conscious to even begin to dissect what he means by that. I grab my jacket and slide in over my body quickly. ‘I knew I shouldn’t have said yes to this. I knew I shouldn’t have said yes to this. I should’ve gone through with it last night. FUCK, I’M SO STUPID.’

“And.. Here is your tea… And your muffin. If you guys need need anything, just let me know.” I stare at the food and drink in distaste.

“Y/N please, just a bite of the muffin. This place has the best blueberry muffins I’ve ever had. You’ll love it.” He pleads.

“I told you Taehyung, I’m not hungry.” I speak softly to avoid causing a scene. “If you want it, you are more than welcome to have it.”

He slams his fists on the table and yells at me, “Y/F/N eat the fucking muffin!”

Tears form in my eyes as he shouts at me. In a normal situation, I’m a pretty tough person. But when a cute stranger from next door accuses you of starving yourself and then yells at you in a public place because you’re not hungry? That’s a pretty unique and upsetting situation. The tears fall without my consent and I’m already out of my seat and walking towards the door by the time he starts to realize what he did.

“W-Wait, Y/N!” Taehyung stands up and starts walking towards me, but luckily the same waiter as before stops him and pushes him towards the back. They enter the backroom and I can hear faint yelling before I completely leave the premises.

A/N: Hey! Sorry for the late upload even though literally nobody has read this yet. Have a good day/night!