I thought you understood (p.j.m x bts) #LOVEYOURSELFAWARDS

Chapter 2

"Jimin, you wanna eat?" Jin asked the next morning. They were usually the first one's awake, but that day was different.

"Hyung, stop pampering him so much, look how fat he is!" Jungkook said as he sat on the couch, phone in hand.

Jin gave him a dark look before returning hid gaze to Jimin, his eyebrows raised in qurstion.

"I'm not hungry, sorry hyung" Jimin smiled and walked away towards the door. As Jin heard the door click shut, he turned to Jungkook.

"Did you have to say that?"
Jungkook shrugged. "It is the truth"
Jin let out a sigh and placed a bowl of fried rice in the microwave, just in case Jimin was hungry.

It was never eaten.
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Jimin straightened up as a stethoscope was placed against his back. Slowly, he inhaled then exhaled. Thr doctor pulled away.
"How is it?" Jimin asked, fiddling with his shirt.
The doctor took out a clipboard and jotted down notes.

"It's worse than I thought, and it's growing fast." he wrote down something before leaning towards him. "I advise you to stop idol activities for now. Can you do that?"

Jimin kept silent, not meeting the doctors eyes. He wanted to get better, so bad, but he didn't want his absence to drag BTS down. Yet, he was still considered a burden to everyone.
"I'll be going..." came his answer as Jimin stood and walked out.
The doctor sighed.
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"Again! Stop bumping into Namjoon, Jimin!" the chorographer yelled, throwing a magazine at him. The boy flinched as it hit his head and fell to the floor. Taehyung kicked it away.

Jimin nodded and resumed his position. He was sweaty and tired, his lungs wheezing in his throat.

You're a burden Jimin

Jimin closed his eyes and tried to breath normally. It was hard, so hard, but he danced anyway. He didn't want to drag everyone down.

I will dance to my death if I have to

Jimin lifted his head to enable more air to enter his burning lungs but when he saw the choreographer gaze at him in annoyance, he dropped his head once more.

After what seemed to be a few hours, the training stopped and the choreographer left without a word, his face scrunched up in frustration.
Thr moment he left, the members turned towards Jimin who was looking at his feet in shame.

"I don't care what you do, Jimin" Hoseok growled, "Just get the steps right and stop being such a burden"

"Hobi!" Jin exclaimed but Jungkook butted in.

"No, Hobi-hyung is right. He's dragging us down and he's not focused at all"

Jimin muttered a soft "I'm so sorry" before grabbing his bag and running out the door into the rain.

His hair matted against hia forehead as he bent over a sewer and gagged. There was no food for him to throw up, and that caused his body to rack with harsh coughs and chokes.

"I don't want to leave..." Jimin sobbed as tears ran down his eyes "I want to spend more time with them. Why am I so useless?!!"

That night, Jimin collapsed on his bed in a room he didn't share with anyone as he poured pills into his hand and gulped them down with water.

His body curled as he let out soft whimpers of pain muffled by his blankets as paun exploded inside his frail body in waves of pure agony.

God, please take my health exchange it for the happiness of my friends in the future. I will stand any pain, as long as they're happy.