BTS Preference Book💜💜

~Daughter Diets~

Jimin
Maybe if you looked like the other girls you would not be the only one without a date to this weekends dance. Even trying to act confident, you still had worries. Trying to distract yourself, you opened up a magazine your mother had left around. A beautiful woman was on the cover, and you thought that she would have no problems with getting a date.
But you also don't look like her. On the next page, there was an article on how to loose weight. D/N tore out the paper. Crumpling it with her hand she returned to her bedroom.

D/N read the article until she could recite it, she wanted to absorb all the information about weight lost that she could.

Starting that night, D/N was determined. She will be skinny.

Jimin came out from practice with take out, knowing his cooking skills were not up to par with his wife's.
"D/N? I'm home!" Jimin called.
"One second, I am starving! What are you making tonight?"
D/N walks down the stairs.
She was engulfed by a hug from Jimin "I ordered out, I hope that is okay."
D/N glanced at the counter, it's filled with take out boxes.
"Actually, I am not hungry Appa." You mutter.
"What? You just said that you were starving. I got all of your favorites D/N."
"No, thanks. I..did you get any salad?" She asks.
"It is in one of the bags. Why a salad?" Jimin inquires. "Why are you being so nosey?" She snapped. Jimin surrenders "Eat What you like."

She pulled out the container of salad, dividing the salad in half.
"That's better." She commented.

And Jimin did notice.

"I made you dinner." Jimin said. It had been a week since that night. "No, thank you. I ate a really big lunch." She lied. "Really, are you sure D/N?"
"Appa, I am sure. Thanks for being worried about me though." She said.
Jimin kisses her cheek.

Jimin watched as D/N grew paler. Her eyes sunken in, her smile loose, and unhappy. And the weight she was loosing.
He was not getting worried, Jimin was becoming angry. How could he not see this coming from D/N?
He was going to confront D/N.

Jimin sat on a stool in the kitchen.
He heard the backdoor open. A few seconds later, D/N walked further into the kitchen.
"Hi, Appa." She says.
"D/N, please sit." Jimin pointed at the chair. "Can we do this later? I was going to go for a run." She asked. "Sit. Now." Jimin demanded, pointing at the chair again.
D/N sits down on the chair.
"Now, you know I love you. I am not here to attack you. As your father, this is my job. D/N, have you been dieting?"
"You don't get it." She mumbled.
"What don't I understand?"
"That I am fat! That no boys will want to be with me because I am so fat!" She breaks.
"D/N." Jimin frowned.
"Do not tell me that I look beautiful, because those are lies!" D/N scooted down the chair.

D/N comes back into reality. "A-Appa?" She croaked?
"D/N? Hi, sweet." "Where am I? Am I in a hospital?"
Jimin nodded "You passed out sweet."
"I want to leave." She said. "You can't do that, you have to stay here until you get better."
"But I am fine Appa!"
"Is that why you lost almost 30 pounds D/N?" Jimin retaliated. D/N turned her back away from Jimin.
"Be angry with me all you want. But here I know that my daughter will be safe, and well looked after. Let me send in Uncle Namjoon."
"I hate this."