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tiaragqueen · 4 years

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For The Sake Of You

✂ Pairing: Yandere! Kim Taehyung x Reader

✂ Word Count: 1,6k+

✂ Trigger Warnings: Possessiveness, implied obsessiveness

✂ This story is fictional and for amusement only. I don’t believe any of the members would do this in real life. As always, thank you for reading and I hope you have a good day!

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This is quite a sensitive subject, so I apologize if I accidentally offended anyone. Your body is beautiful just the way it is.

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“I hope very soon you'll see all the love I have (for you) I've been holding some inside, 'cause I thought it was too much (for you).” - I’ll Do Anything For You [Denroy Morgan]

“Do I… really look fat?” you mused as you stood in front of the mirror, shirt lifted slightly to reveal your stomach. You knew that compared to the lean girls you often saw in your school – or anywhere else, really – you had a bit of fat. And you knew that in a country where it prized slender and pale figure, a chubby body was often looked down upon as though it was the ugliest thing anyone had ever seen.

It was hard to stay optimistic. You weren’t oblivious to the sneers and dirty glances, by any means, nor were you dumb enough to not notice the reluctant smiles the girls wore every time they invited you to their sports groups.

You’d tried to ignore it, though, thinking that it’d pass. There was no way everyone would suffer forever, right? At least, that was what those quotes on the internet told you. You didn’t want to burden yourself more with their snide remarks, the countless homework and projects had done their job already. But you couldn’t stay impervious now, can you? There was only so much you could stomach, so many bitter pills to swallow, and your growing insecurity didn’t help you in the slightest.

You could only pray for a good tomorrow and for those people to stop mocking you, but even that wasn’t enough.

Because you knew they wouldn’t stop, as painful as it was to admit it. As long as you still had this body, they wouldn’t cease to nitpick every single thing from you.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

And yet, the school’s heartthrob, Kim Taehyung, always went out of his way to approach you. You didn’t know why he did that, not when there were other prettier and richer girls striving for his attention. Not to mention, he had this strange tendency to call you pet names as if you were dating each other. You remembered being uncomfortable and pleaded him to stop in fear of people picking up the – in your eyes – nonexistent signs and got the wrong idea. You didn’t think you could bear any more insults from them.

Taehyung had chuckled then, promising that he wouldn’t call you affectionately in front of other students ever again. And you’d sighed in relief and thanked him for his consideration, thinking that you’d finally solved a problem before it could grow out of hand.

It didn’t. Well, not exactly. Taehyung seemed to be more doting in private, often dropping by your house and buying your favorite food despite your protests. Sometimes he invited you to go out, his cute grin weakening your resolve. You wondered if he knew the effect on you, or if he purposefully used that against you. It wasn’t as though he was blind to his admirers groveling him at pretty much every opportunity, and yet, he didn’t look like he was actively enjoying the attention, either. He kept his gaze solely on you, even in a crowded place.

It was like he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you no matter what. Regardless of your attempts to deter him, he always ‘rebounded’ faster and showered you with more affection than usual. You’d learned that it’d be good, and wise, to let him do whatever he wanted because you couldn’t handle his onslaught of love without dying from blood loss.

And, surprisingly, he took great care of yourself too. Sometimes, you even suspected him treating you like fragile glass. It was weird, in a slightly flattering way, because some boys treated you rather roughly due to your size. They thought that you’d be okay without ever noticing, nor would they care much about your feelings. You didn’t know if you should be grateful or weirded out with the new, and honestly pleasant, situation.

You swiftly pulled down your shirt and turned around, grinning like a child being caught red-handed by their parents. You forgot that he liked to have a sleepover at your house on weekends because his own house was too ‘quiet and lonely’. Your parents were fond of him and wasted no time in preparing the guest room, wanting to please their ‘son’. Though, with how often he slept here, it might as well be his room now. Whenever you asked his reason, he’d either deflect it or say that his parents didn’t pay him enough attention like yours did. Both of them didn’t convince you in the slightest, but you eventually dropped it. Besides, he was a good guest and you and your parents had no complaint regarding his presence.

You hadn’t paused to think about his ‘infallible charm’ that people often mentioned, though.

“Taehyung, w-what are you doing in my room?” You shakily turned the attention back to him, hoping that it wouldn’t provoke his suspicion even further. He was unconvinced, however, and frowned.

“I’ve been calling you to watch the TV with me. Didn’t you hear?” He gave you no chance to respond and merely stepped forward. “No, of course, you didn’t hear. Someone has been messing with your mind too much lately, am I right?”

You supposed there was no use in hiding from him. Taehyung could be awfully perceptive if he wanted to, especially if it involved you. Perhaps it was the reason why your parents trusted him so much because they felt like he could ‘protect’ you when they weren’t able to.

“I-it’s nothing!” You waved your hands frantically like it’d deter him from cornering you against the mirror. “I-I was just… looking at my stomach, see if I can… improve a bit.”

He cocked his head, looking more and more displeased with your pitiful responses. “Improve or change?” He framed the question like it was rhetorical, and you knew he got you there. Very soon, he was merely inches away from your trembling body. Warm breath fanned your head as he raised a hand to touch your cheek. You flinched, and that was enough to freeze him temporarily. “Tell me who they are. I’ll make sure they regret ever mocking you.”

You snapped your head towards him, face blanched upon seeing the cold fury that clung like ice to his visage. Why did he look so angry? Did your insecurity affect him that much? You thought you were the only one who had been suffering silently but turned out, he was in no better position than yourself. It felt… weird and enlightening to know that someone cared about you, discounting the implication of his ‘demand’.

Was this what having a friend felt like? Someone who noticed your pain and determined to work it out? If so, then you were fully grateful for his existence.

“No, no, don’t do that. It’s… it’s bad, okay? Just drop it, I’ll be fine.” You smiled up to him, trying to alleviate his indignation and weaken the resolve behind those frigid eyes. “Besides, we’ll graduate soon, anyway. So there’s no need to pick a fight with anyone.”

However, Taehyung merely shook his head stubbornly. “No, this has been happening for too long. You fake a smile to me and say that everything’s fine, but I know that you’re suffering. It’s obvious that you want to cry, and every time I console you, you always push me away.” A slow, understanding smile stretched his lips. “But I understand now. You don’t want me to comfort you because you want me to solve it instead, isn’t that right, [Name]?”

“W-what? No! It’s really nothing, Taehyung. I–” A swift glare from him managed to root you on the spot. Sensing no way out – it was too late now, you should’ve known something like this would happen soon – you sighed. “It’s just the girls, and yeah, their words kinda hurt me. But you won’t hurt them, right? Please don’t do anything drastic.”

Taehyung regarded you for a moment. “… It depends.”

“Taehyung, please.” You grabbed his arms before he could withdraw them, voice teetering the fine line of desperation and assertion. You didn’t know how strong he was, or how far he’d take his ‘promise’, but the thought of anyone being hurt made you sick. “Please don’t be so rash. If anyone finds out, you could get expelled!”

“I don’t really care about that,” he replied emotionlessly, much to your astonishment. “As long as you exist, I’m willing to do anything for you.”

You gaped at him. Somehow, the determination behind those words managed to make you sicker than you thought possible. You knew you should’ve been flattered, instead. Nobody would take the time to help you, especially when it involved something as ‘trivial’ as your insecurity. Even your parents couldn’t do much with your predicament, believing that everything would be okay as time passed.

Yet, here he was, proclaiming his ‘service’ to you. And with such a resolute face, too.

Perceiving the fear on your dumbfounded visage, Taehyung smiled amicably and reached out to pat your head. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna hurt them,” he said softly, a reassurance that sounded hollow in your ears.

And true to his words, the girls no longer bullied you. In fact, you didn’t see their faces all day. Other students knew better than to tease you now, or else they’d suffer a vicious glower from the one and only heartthrob.

When you questioned Taehyung about this, he merely beamed and slung an arm around your shoulders to bring you closer to his. You noticed that aside from some curious glances, nobody dared to speak up against the blatant affection.

“They’re far from us now, I made sure of it.” he chirped, smiling down at your concerned expression. "So don't worry your pretty little head, okay? Everything will be fine now."

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