You stood in front of the bathroom mirror after having a shower, cradling your belly. Since having started a relationship with Jungkook, you were sure that you had tipped a few pounds into the overweight section of the NHS website, but he insisted that you were just as beautiful as the first time he laid eyes on you - if not more. Still, you weren't certain that he was telling the truth. As you looked into the mirror, you saw that your belly protruded over the underwear's waistband, giving the impression of a plump Christmas turkey.
You'd never been one to be overly obsessive about the way you looked. You liked to exercise whenever you could fit it into your schedule, and you wore a light amount of makeup on the daily. Your hair was always clean and tidy, and you never smelt awful. However, you weren't desperate to cake on any products like perfume, deodorant, or makeup, and your clothing collection was modest rather than excessive. One of your favourite shirts had lasted you over ten years! Sure, it had a few very visible moth holes in, but you reasoned with yourself that it was in fashion to be wearing worn-out, vintage clothes.
Standing in the bathroom, watching yourself in the mirror, you sighed. You weren't fatphobic, but you also did not want to become the spitting image of a beluga whale.
"Y/N! Dinner's ready!" You heard your boyfriend Jungkook shout from the kitchen. You froze in place. For some reason, whenever he cooked he used an incredibly large amount of fats and carbs. This, you surmised, was partially what had been causing your rapid weight gain.
"Coming!" You replied, quickly dressing.
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When you arrived, the dinner table had already been set up. It looked like a banquet fit for Henry the Eighth! Plates upon plates of rich foods - mashed potatoes, cuts of meat, etc. - had been lain across the surface, just waiting to be gobbled up. You half smiled, taking a seat opposite from Jungkook.
"This looks really good. How long did it take you to make?" You asked, eyeing the many dishes.
"Three days." He replied, grinning from ear to ear. "But you know, I'd do anything for my princess."
You felt happy to hear him say that, but still upset by your recent weight gain.
"You know I love and appreciate your hard work, Daddy." You said, twirling some hair around your finger. "It's just.."
As you trailed off, he raised an eyebrow and put down the entire chicken fillet that he was about to eat.
Clearing your throat, you continued.
"It's just I've been gaining an awful lot of weight recently. I'm starting to become so ugly!"
Jungkook let out a low, feral growl, and grabbed your wrist, pulling you across the table towards him. Your previously clean clothes were now stained with various condiments and food juices.
"You are BEAUTIFUL. I want you to be happy, baby, but I hate how skinny you used to be. You were unhealthy. But now I can make you into a perfect little beach ball, you see? You're perfect. Perfect to me." He cried, stroking your gravy-covered face.
"I'm so sorry I ever doubted you." You sobbed into the mash. "I was just comparing myself to societal standards, not realizing that I'm already beautiful."
"That's right baby-girl." He cupped your face, and kissed you with tongue. "Don't you ever forget it. Now, grab that whipped cream and squirt it into your vagina. I have other plans for dinner."
