crybaby || jjk ff

"mind if i steal a bite..."

you always thought how you looked wasn't the best but made sure no one would tell you that and get away with it. you had respect for yourself but not for your appearance.

often you would compare your body to others, so you were hoping that with getting in shape you would also earn the confidence you deserve.

you never really had a good experience with self love and you would go on crazy diets just to make you hate yourself even more. knowing that you didn't loose weight in the right way wouldn't leave you satisfied but made you feel empty instead.

you had become chubby after recovering from your anorexia. you had a feeling that you were going to kick back at your old habits if someone wasn't there help you. there were many failed attempts of getting rid of your problems but you felt different about this.

that was your past and you weren't going to allow it to become your future.

you knew that you were going to do this the right way.

"hey, mind if i steal a bite of the sandwich that you only ate half of which looks real good?"

the red head questions without even waiting for an answer before digging in.

"hey!", you exclaim "you didn't even wait for me to answer so what's the point in asking?"

staring at the boy with chilli mayonnaise dripping down the side of his perfect cupid bow lips. sure, he was hella attractive and you may or may not have been drooling over him while he was attending to your cuts in the nurses room. that was back then, but now you are confused at how you even thought of him in a romantic way.

in the few weeks in the school you and tae have become closer and closer but the relationship you have involves too much crackhead behaviour to be seen in lovers. you are more like brother and sister who don't hate each other as much as normal siblings do.

"you're still cool to go today, right?"

taehyung coughed out while somewhat inhaling the sandwich.

"yeah, of course, why'd you ask anyway?"
you replied cautiously.

to be honest you were scared. from what red head told you, the guy who was going to coach you seemed scary.

he said his name was jungguk and that he was younger than him by a little. what scared you the most was what he would think or say about your body.

"y/n"

cooed his deep voice. breaking me out of my thoughts when his long attractive fingers gripped my shoulder. his brown eyes flooding with sympathy as if he already detected my unsettled nerves.

"don't be scared, he is a really nice guy when he lets you in"

you calm down a bit because of what he says because tae never lies, especially when taking about people who he cares about.

"thanks tae"

you say before ruffling his soft red hair between your fingers. heaven, it is. you've always wondered how he keeps his hair so soft.

the question stays unanswered because shortly after a reminder flashes up on my phone for my next lecture. you jump up, slinging your bag over your shoulder. red head gives you a pat on the head before you run off to your next class.

"meet me at the front of campus after your lecture, y/n!"

he shouts loud enough that his voice cracks. you hear him laughing at himself in the distance. you giggle at his silliness before mentally preparing yourself for today.

'you can do this'