Kpop Imagines

92.Jackson (Got7)

I took a quick breath and stood on the scale. I looked at the wall and waited a few seconds for the digital numbers to calculate. I bit my lip and looked down. "That can't be right." I stepped off, waited for it to clear, then stepped back on just to see the same numbers. "Aw man!" "What is it?" My boyfriend Jackson suddenly popped into the bathroom. "I think I broke the scale." I said, crossing my arms. Jackson chuckled and looked at the numbers. "No!" I stepped off and covered the numbers with my foot. "You can't see how much I weigh." I said. "Why not?" "Because...it's not ideal." I whispered. "I don't know what I'm doing wrong. I'm following the diet!" "Why are you even dieting? You're perfectly fine." He said. I scoffed. "Are you kidding? I'm a cow." I mumbled as I walked passed him. "If you were a cow-" He lifted me into his arms bridal style. "Would I be able to pick you up?" "I don't know, you're pretty strong. But you should probably put me down before I break you too." He set me on the bed and sat next to me. "Come on (y/n), don't be like that." I laid on my side and turned my back to him. "I was supposed to lose 8 pounds but I only lost 5." I mumbled. Jackson put his hand on the side of my thigh. "And you don't need to lose any more. I told you that you're perfectly fine." I sat up. "Not to me! Can't you just let me lose weight if I want without making a big deal about it? If anything you should be encouraging me, not trying to stop me." I got up and walked out of the room and went into the kitchen. I made some lemon water then went into the living room and started doing those butt lifting exercises I read about. I minute lager, Jackson came out and just looked at me. "What are you doing?" "I'm exercising." I mumbled without looking at him. "And what is that?" He pointed to my cup. "Lemon water. It's supposed to me like a detox." "And where did you read that?" I rolled my eyes and grabbed the fitness magazine off of the side table and tossed it at him. "Lose weight fast, how to drop ten pounds in ten days, miracle diet." Jackson read the heading on the cover and narrowed his eyes. "Ten pounds in ten days, is that healthy?" He flipped through the magazine. "Why are you doing all of this?" He asked. "Because I have to look like- nevermind." "Like who?" "Nobody." "Like these girls in this magazine?" I knew it sounded bad, but I stayed silent. "(Y/n)-" I got up and went over to him. "But look at her! I want to wear skirts like that-" I paused. "But it would only look good if my legs were slim like her's." I said quietly. "And I have this pudge down here-" I poked my stomach. "So I don't like wearing crop tops, but I want to!" I grabbed the magazine and pointed to a girl. "Look how good she looks." I felt tears start to form in my eyes. "I'm so fat. I just want to look like that." I whispered. Jackson snatched the magazine out of my hands and tore it to shreds. He stormed off to the kitchen and threw it away. When he came back, he grabbed me shoulders and pulled me into a hug. The sudden affection caused my tears to fall. I quietly sobbed into his chest and he rubbed the back of my head. "(Y/n)," He pulled away and looked at me. "Don't you ever say things like that again. Those magazines are brainwashing you. You don't have to look like those girls! I'm sure it's photoshopped anyway. Those stupid magazines are designed to purposely make you feel bad about yourself, something I never want you to feel." He wiped my tears. "Who cares if you aren't as skinny as a twig, that's not attractive. Besides, you know I like a girl with a little extra hmm-hmm." He smirked and I giggled. "All I'm saying is I love you, okay? I mean, wanting to lose weight is okay, but wanting to lose it to look like something that doesn't exist-" He trailed off. "You're perfect. I love every inch of your body, you don't have to change a thing. You're just right." He said, getting quiter. I looked down, suddenly feeling like a fool. He grabbed my chin and lifted my head.
"Repeat after me: I love myself." I chuckled. "I love myself." "And I will never think badly about myself because I have a boyfriend who loves me for me no matter what." I repeated. "Come here." He hugged me again then pecked my lips. "Oh and (y/n), those butt exercises might not be such a bad thing after all." He said, shrugging. "I mean, I do like butts." "Wow, Jackson." I said, laughing. "I'm just saying."