jimin walks into his apartment, feeling slightly down. all of the other members were out with other people, and had hastily left before he had a chance to ask if he could go with them. grabbing a bagel, he jumps onto the couch and sighs. maybe he should talk with army, his beloved supporters whom he would be eternally grateful for. jimin grabs his phone and logs onto the twitter acc which he shares with the other boys. he posts a selca of himself with the bagel, then waits for the comments to pour in.
after a minute, he checks again. people are telling him how adorable he is, and he smiles, his mood lifting. this doesn't last long. "stop eating, you won't have abs anymore!" "oppa, show us your abs!" "shouldn't you be working out ?" his heart sinks as he shuts his phone off. they were right.
jimin gets up and throws his cold bagel away. he was determined to stay skinny. after all, if his fans want him to look good, he should, right?
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over the next few days, jimin refuses to consume anything. every time the starving boy looks into the mirror, all he sees is an unattractive, chubby person. his fellow members are too busy with their lives to notice jimin's darkening eye bags and the way he's been saying "i already ate" too many times now.
but jimin knows shouldn't feel hungry or sad at all. he's happy! maybe now army will accept him, right? he just needs to get skinnier.
"no one will love you if you don't look good."
park jimin tells himself this every day.
and slowly, he starts to believe it.
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yoongi comes in with his panda express takeout, and spots jimin on the couch. he walks up to the younger boy and asks if he wants some.
jimin shakes his head.
"i'm not hungry."
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it's been exactly one week since jimin stopped eating. sure, he feels tired and sure, he's so hungry and it's sometimes it's hard to breathe but- that doesn't matter. only army matters.
he just wants them to accept him.
as a kid, he wasn't exactly the best at anything. he might have gotten an A on a test, and sure, that's great, but hey, did you hear about that smart kid who won the national math competition?
jimin thought he was good at dancing too. he loved it. unfortunately, he was wrong. he's not really good at that either. jungkook is better. so is hoseok.
but now, jimin can be the most good looking! just a few more weeks, and he'll be skinny enough to be happy.
because that's what he wants.
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jimin sits at the dining table with his food in front of him. it looks so tantalisingly good, he can barely keep his mouth from watering. but he says the same words he's been saying for what seems like a million years now:
"i'm not hungry."
he smiles his brightest smile and gets up to throw his food away.
suddenly, he becomes dizzy. the world spins and turns black, and he slips into a state of nothingness.
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jimin wakes up to a bright light. he can barely see, so he closes his eyes and goes back to sleep. he wonders if he'll be skinny enough soon.
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this time, jimin forces himself to sit up. he's at a...hospital?
the small boy rubs the sleep out of his eyes, and sees yoongi and the other members coming towards him. they're carrying, what else- food.
jimin's stomach sinks, and he feels sick.
he needs to stay thin.
he's not allowed to eat.
as they approach his bed, he manages a weak smile and says,
"i'm not hungry."
with a heartbroken look in his eyes,
yoongi shakes his head.
"eat."
[ A/N: This is a recreation of @yinbearrr 's "jin-eat". she infired me to create this book as well, so please check her out!! ] [and this is my first "fanfiction", which a friend INSISTED on publishing, so please leave constructive criticism! ]
