"S-so.. You're--" "Yoongi please.. I don't like that word.. Don't say it, ok? I already know.." "Oh.. I'm sorry.. I-I.." You look up at the speechless man in front of you, a lone tear falling down his face. "Let me help you. Please." ○□○□○ Yoongi never knew and you wanted to keep it like that. So what if you wanted to be thin and pretty? It's gonna work someday right? Right? But nobody liked you. Everyone ran away from you because of how you looked. You hate it. You have them. They're all you have.