Lee Y/N is used to people bullying her because of her weight. Growing up a short, chubby girl, she got used to the horrible names people gave her. Now she's a 24 year old professional photographer and makeup artist. One normal day she bumps into fam...
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WARNING:
The mention of selfharm, bullying, suicide thoughts, and eating disorders in this chapter might disturb some readers. Read at your own risk.
(If you feel uncomfortable with these topics you can scroll down to Taehyung's POV.)
》Y/N's POV
I can't believe Taehyung found out what I was doing. I can't believe how stupid I am? I'm so weak I'm so ashamed of myself.
I walk into my apartment finding Jin cooking. "Hey!" He smiles coming to me. He leans down and kisses me.
"Why are you so early?" I ask taking off my jacket and placing my key in the ceramic bowl next to the door.
He chuckles, "We are almost done filming. This series is quite short. It only has one season and around ten chapters. And as we are good actors the production is way quicker. How bout you? You are earlier than usual."
"Taehyung sent me home." I don't want to tell Jin what happened but he's still makes a face.
"What happened?" He asks, worry in his voice.
"Nothing..." I lie, trying to reassure him. I walk past him going to my room. "I just need to sleep." I close the door behind me.
*(For this chapter listen to "The Truth Untold", credit to BTS and KPOP. vine for the color coded lyrics.)*
I wake up three to four hours after. I'm still on my working attire. I stand up and go to my drawer taking fresh clothes and go to the bathroom. I turn on the ligh and lock the door.
I take off my clothes looking at myself in the mirror. I've lost weight during these three weeks. I can see the bone of my clavicle. My face and neck have thinned down. My eyes are sunken because I've barely eaten a thing and somehow I'm still alive. My head hurts and my body isn't as strong. My limbs shake with the hunger and the food my stomach demands. I can't say I'm skinny, but I am not as chubby as before, in a very unhealthy way. I feel ashamed of the way I look.
I hug my naked body and enter the shower. I turn the warm water on, letting it caress my skin. I sit down letting the water fill up the tub. As soon as it's full I turn the water off. I lay back against the wall, still hugging my body.
