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bottom! Tae
Top! Koo

TW:: Insecurities, medical past, emotional damage, unhealthy diet

(This is based on my childhood, with some magic done)

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Taehyung stood in front of the brand new body mirror he and Jungkook bought a week ago and sighed.

He looked at himself and started to tear up. His expectations and standards were high, and his body was not meeting them.

I'll try harder. I'll eat once a day and if Jungkook notices something, cover it up.

Taehyung nodded his head, agreeing with himself with the plan he made in his head.

Jungkook was his boyfriend of 2 and a half years, he loved him dearly and doesn't know what he did to deserve him.

Jungkook praised him, comforted him, listened to him- he never really had any of that.

Taehyung grew up as a middle child. Not getting much attention.
What he figured out is that the youngest gets the most attention, the oldest is the smartest, and the middle is just...there.

The only reason why Taehyungs parents paid more attention to him than the oldest and youngest for a year or two was that he had deadly eye cancer at the age of 8.

Taehyung was in second grade the day he couldn't see out of his right eye.

He went to 4 hospitals that day with his mother, all of them said that they shouldn't worry and calm down until he and his mom went to Seoul's children's hospital and they announced that he had eye cancer.

Throughout the process, he had to take steroids to fight cancer, but it came with a cost.

The steroids made Taehyung grow, a lot. He grew 6 inches in 12 months.

The growth was overwhelming for his spine so it curved, causing him to have scoliosis.

At the age of 11, cancer stopped and now he and his parents had to pay for his spine.

And god, he hated it.

He hated that his mother and father had to work so much to pay for him.

He hated that he was the tallest boy in class.

He hated that he was the special one in the family.

He hated the fact that he couldn't be like other kids.

He hated the fact that he had to wear a brace* every night.

Brace: A scoliosis brace is a stiff plastic jacket that fits around the torso, from underneath the arms down to the hips. It has straps to keep it in place and straighten the spine.

He loathed everything about it.

And the worst part is, his parents didn't pay for therapy, thinking that he'll get over it in no time, not knowing that Taehyung cried when he woke up with his brace still around himself.

He grabbed his tummy and squished it, seeing its regular shape, but thinking it should be thinner.

I want to have at least something go right. Please.

Three..two...one...
The floodgates broke.

Taehyung coved up his face with his hands, quietly sobbing and sniffing up his snot from his nose. The insecurities are getting to him the third time this week.

"Baby." Taehyung heard a deep voice and immediately shot his head up. He saw Jungkook there, standing still with tears threatening to leave his eyes.

"Th-This is the third time this week.." Jungkook said, trying to not break down in front of his boyfriend.

"I'm..I'm sorry.." Taehyung mumbled as he cried silently, slightly shaking from the number of emotions he had striking through his body, and closed his mouth from preventing the number of words in his mind.

Jungkook walked up to him slowly and hugged him comfortably, letting his warmth comfort Taehyung.

"I'm-I'm sorry I'm not perfect, I'll try harder and I'll-I'll go on more diets and I'll-I'll wo-work out more and I'll-"

"Kim Taehyung. You are the most beautiful human being I have ever seen. You don't have to change yourself because of your past. You are perfect in my eyes and no one can change my mind. You could grow an extra finger, you could have no ears, you could be bald and I'll still love you with all my heart. You are the most perfect man I've ever seen. I am honored to call you mine." Jungkook said, cupping Taehyungs cheeks with his big soft hands.

"I love you so much Jungkookie.." Taehyung said, leaning into the olders touch with glossy eyes.
"I love you much more, Taehyung." Jungkook said, pecking the top of his head.

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Yuhhhhhhhhhhhh emotionally damaged childhood.

Also, I didn't have cancer, I had a tumor but yes it was in the back of my eye.

And Sí, I have my brace on rn while writing this.

This was a very emotional story to write considering that this is very similar to my childhood. I was crying the whole time hehehhehehehehhehejejhehehndjsjskskxkxs.

Anyway, vote now or I'll chop your legs off